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murdrdocs · 1 year

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just a little bit | e. landry

description. the heat of nightingale, the campers running around, the bus waiting for your departure, none of it matters when you're with your now-frenemy ethan landry

includes. SMUT 16+, afab!anatomy, frenemy ethan landry, slight bickering, heavy make outs, fingering, very slight public sex, chad meeks martin woo!

a/n: ello! no p in v this go around folks but i rlly like this entire setting so i'm down for whatever in the future. also barely proof read but thats okay

word count: 2.4k+ words

The crunch of leaves alerted you every so often, reminding you of not only the obviousness of your location, but also of what was going on around you. Laughter of kids, screams of enjoyment-filled terror, all of it repeatedly telling you that if you were going to do ... what you were going to do, you should probably do it in someone's cabin. Not outside of someone's cabin.

Ethan Landry, your ex-frenemy now just friend (?), continued to kiss at your neck, either unaware or uncaring of the lack of seclusion, his hands gripping at your waist, fingers bunching up the yellow fabric of your camp tee.

You know that you were the one nagging him earlier, begging him to let loose on the last night of camp and just have fun with you once. Your irritation sprung from Ethan’s new status as a Head Camp Counselor, leader of the Wombats, something he’s wanted since you both were young friends on the playground, both growing your final sets of teeth. You have been head of a cabin group for the second year in a row now, the Quokkas, and you’d attempted to tell Ethan that just because he was head of a cabin group didn’t mean he had to abandon all fun.

He’d only started to believe you today, where his responsibilities mostly ended after encouraging his team during the start of the color war, when the mammals all teamed up against the amphibians. It wasn’t until you cornered him against the outside of his cabin, looked up at him with doe eyes, and pouted all prettily with sweet begs leaving your lips, that Ethan’s resolve physically melted away, and he finally started to give in to the relentless flirting you’ve subjected him to for the past few weeks.

Which led you here, getting what you wanted, although now you’re starting to reconsider if this really is what you wanted.

Ethan sucks a hickey at your collarbone, giving himself access with the way one of his thick fingers curls under the fabric of your shirt, and your moan is cut short when you hear what sounds like a twig snapping.

Your hands instantly create fists at Ethan’s shoulders, your head turning towards the sound, and your eyes squinting in an attempt to see through the approaching darkness. “Wait, Ethan,” he pulls away from your neck, the silence of the forest alerting you of how wet his mouth is. “What was that?”

In your peripheral, you see him turn his own head, brown curls bouncing with the movement. “I don’t hear anything.”

He turns to face you and you do the same, your noses almost touching with the proximity. You instinctively push yourself further back, your head colliding with the wood of the cabin behind you, but the distance between you doesn’t feel right so you end up where you started.

“Are you sure? I swear I heard someone coming.”

Ethan smiled reassuringly. “There’s no one there. I swear.”

You have no other choice but to believe him, but there’s still something nagging at you. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go inside? Or go to the bathroom?”

He shakes his head, one of his hands rising to trace your lips since he isn’t kissing them right now. “Not the bathrooms, Mack and Will are cleaning them tonight, remember? If you wanna go inside, we can.” He swiftly places a kiss on the other side of your neck, coming to face you again. “But you wanted to do this here, remember?”

He’s got you there. You were the one who suggested how useless it was to go inside whenever none of the campers would be coming to the counselors quadrant.

You watch a grin come onto Ethan’s face, realizing that he’s purposefully playing on the fact that you’ve always refused to go back on your word, or even – in the absolute worst case – back down from an argument. It’s something that’s made you a great counselor, and something that’s made you a fun frenemy.

“Fuck you,” you mumble, a smile unable to be forced from your lips.

Ethan grins, leaning closer to you, his cheek brushing against yours as he brings his lips to your ear. “Oh, I hope you do.”

You decide to shut him up by sandwiching his face between your hands, pulling him to meet you halfway. You take a second to stare into his eyes, admiring the deep brown of them, loving the way he looks enamored with your existence. Then, you kiss him.

It’s just a little bit softer this time, a little more tentative. There’s more emotion in this kiss, the feelings felt from your childhood crush resurfacing for a second to allow you a quiet, peaceful moment with the guy you’ve dreamed of kissing for years.

Ethan is the one who changes it. His hand slides down to run over your ass, before it comes around to the front of your denim shorts.

There’s anticipation in your system.

You push your back more securely against the wood, praying you don't somehow get a splinter, and tilt your hips more towards Ethan. He takes it as a good sign to slide his hand down, long and thick fingers playing with the frayed ends of your shorts.

You sigh, hands slinking around to the back of Ethan’s neck, fingers digging into his hair. When his hands just sit there, not doing anything, you grunt and warningly tug on the ends of his hair. He laughs against your lips, clearly loving having something over you.

But then his fingers nudge up in the small gap of your shorts, and the tips of them tease against your cotton panties, and just that ghost of a touch has you lagging, lips pausing for a second before you pick up the action again.

Your shorts are shorter than they should be, and earlier today you self consciously commented on it to Mindy, not wanting to wear something too revealing. After Mindy reminded you that you’ve been walking around Camp Nightingale in tiny bikinis, you shrugged and buttoned the pants, thinking in the back of your mind that the pants provided the easiest of access, and also made it easy for you to flash someone your white panties if your legs were spread far enough.

Now, you’re grateful for the loose and revealing bottoms. They allow Ethan’s fingers to slide further up just enough for him to press against your cunt with more pressure, touch just a tad off from your clit.

It’s welcomed either way and you pull away from Ethan to heave in a large breath of fresh air, the smell of campfire distant yet still greeting your nostrils.

Ethan takes that as a good sign and he continues, pushing the pad of his finger in the center of your cunt, running the digit along the expanse to separate your lips and give him more access. In his journey, he feels how wet you are, a sound that sounds like a mix between a choke and a gasp with a bit of a sigh in there, released from his lips.

“Jesus, fuck.” His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips and you have a thought, hopefully a premonition, about what his tongue would feel like between your legs, stuffed deep inside of you, straight nose nudging against your clit while he loses himself in the action.

Your slight fantasy-slash-premonition makes you unaware of Ethan’s fingers probing at the edge of your panties, and you don’t come to until he has the elastic band separated from your skin, air greeting your slicked core, and his fingers soon doing the same.

The sound you let out is completely unattractive in your eyes. Deep in the back of your throat, a hint of bass in it, but it’s mostly a squeal. One that sounds similar to the squeals of frustration you would let out at Ethan up until late last night when things took a turn in your relationship.

Ethan, however, seems to take pride in the sound, and it spurs him on to continue. He takes his hand out of your shorts for a second, and you're already huffing frustratedly, mouth opening to say something a little offensive, but it instantly shuts whenever thick fingers are forced into the cavern, Ethan staring at you expectantly. You want to be a brat about it, maybe bite down just to piss him off, but the way he's looking at you makes your cheeks hollow out around the digits, and a sucking motion comes shortly after.

Ethan grins, like the asshole he is, and your eyes roll, but you don't stop. You continue as he uses his other hand to unbutton your shorts, undoing them quicker than you thought it would've taken, and then your zipper is down and Ethan takes his fingers out of your mouth. You watch as he uses the dry hand to pull the band of your panties back, and then the wet hand slips down, resting between your lips.

Your head thuds back against the wood, your eyes closing with a sigh as Ethan starts to really work you. His fingers slip down to your entrance, one singling itself out to probe at your entrance. It slips in easily, a little embarrassingly, but it feels so good so you're not ashamed of how ready you are for him.

The first finger is barely there before you're begging for the second to join, Ethan clearly also in a better mood than usual as he gives you what you want without any teasing from his end.

He steps closer into your space, free hand clutching your waist gently, his head burrowing in the crook of your neck where he presses a kiss into the skin. "That feel good?" he asks, voice low and gravely and so fucking hot. Your hips push into his hand, you nod, hand reaching behind his head to hold him in place.

"Yeah, E. Feels good."

Another kiss is pressed into your skin and your hold on the back of Ethan's head tightens, nails scratching into his scalp. Ethan takes the hint and his lips wrap around your skin. He sucks, and licks, and nips, and you tilt your head to give him more access.

It's risky, letting him mark you up, but its dark and you have makeup back at the cabin and you want something to remember this moment by.

His fingers reach deeper, if even possible, and you're sure that they would've reached the spot in you that only one other person has been able to. You're sure that Ethan, as receptive and observant as he is, would've noticed your reaction and he would've given you what you want, maybe after some healthy teasing, and then he would've given in, working you to an orgasm. Which, probably would have happened. If it weren’t for the distinct sound of footsteps from around the cabin.

You flinch aggressively, a swear escaping from your lips as your legs instantly close around Ethan’s hand. It takes him a second to pull his hand from between your thighs, and for you to at least get your pants buttoned, and a second is all you have before Chad is walking around the cabin to face you both, a look of shock and entertainment on his features.

His dark eyes look between you two, Ethan wide eyed, clearly having just been caught doing something, and you behind him, with your arms crossed, eyes narrowed as you attempt to pretend like nothing was just happening between you two.

None of you say anything, then Chad licks his lips, takes a breath, and his eyes widen just a bit. “Oh,” he says, dragging out the exclamation. You think that you’re caught, and that Chad will never let you live this down. But when you take a closer look at Chad, you see this he looks a little more relaxed than usual, and there’s a slight sway to his stance.

“I see what’s going on here.” And you do, too.

“Do you?” you challenge, eyebrows raised.

“Yep,” Chad pops the ‘p’, clearly proud of himself for coming to whatever conclusion he’s reached. “You two are still on the outs, huh?” A weight instantly lifts from your shoulders. Chad already isn’t the most perceptive (he never knows when people have crushes on him, for example), but add slight intoxication, and he wouldn’t know anything if it knocked on the door and introduced itself.

Chad nods, hands resting on his hips as his lips purse for a second. “Yeah, mhm. That’s what it is. You’re over here bickering and arguing and fighting off that sexual tension but hey! I say give in to it, you know. You’re only young and horny once!” And that’s all Chad has to say because he’s waving dismissively to you both with one hand, going up the steps and reaching for the handle, and he’s stepping into the cabin, the wood slamming against the doorframe acting as a goodbye.

You turn to face Ethan, still a little flustered yourself, and he’s still a little flushed. His hands twitch at his sides, and you mindlessly bite down onto your lower lip.

“So, do you wanna continue?” he asks, words low, and he’s back to being awkward.

A small smile on your face, your foot steps behind the other, your thumb hooks over your shoulder. “I should probably check on my kids …” You trail off, Ethan doesn’t say anything, so you turn around and take a step in the other direction.

You don’t make it far before Ethan has a hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back, and the other finds your waist to keep you steady against him. He kisses you, and you melt into it, chest pushing against his, hands fisting in the bottom of his shirt. You’re willing to stay like this a little longer, but the footsteps get louder from inside, and it acts as an alarm, warning you of Chad’s incoming arrival, which comes just as you two pull away with enough room between you both to be deemed slightly platonic.

Chad doesn’t acknowledge you both again, whistling to himself as he walks away, and you and Ethan stay silent until he’s far away enough for either of you to speak.

“Still wanna check on your kids?” Ethan asks, eyebrows raised knowingly.

You take a second to think about it, eyes scanning over Ethan’s brown curls, his pretty eyes, his pink tinged cheeks and his even pinker lips, the way they’re swollen with enough evidence that you were there. And you have your decision when your eyes reach his shoulders, strong even under his shirt, a piece of his body you’ve seen during lake days but you were never really allowed to ogle due to wanting to seem professional.

“I’m sure the others have them handled.”

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 27 Hold me

Ellie POV

"Ow.... I'm already not a fan of labor," I said as I tried to breathe through the pain.

This was just the beginning and that meant I had many, many hours of this ahead of me. Because I didn't expect Hudson to be in a hurry.

"We'll be at the hospital very soon. I'm sure they can give you something for the pain. Hang in there, baby girl. I'm with you." said Damian as he reached for my hand.

"I know... I know. And I hope for your sake you don't pass out when he gets here. I'm not in the mood to do that without crushing your hand," I replied with a forced smile.

"I promise you that I will not faint. I don't want to miss the moment when Wombat comes into the world. And just so you know, you could even break my hand and I would take it. That's the least I can do since I can't push him out myself." he then said.

"That would be great if you could.... I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat. You're much better at dealing with pain than I am." I replied as I tried to relax.

"You're strong, Ellie-Bell... Don't forget what you've already overcome." said D then.

"Nothing like this though..." I breathed a little anxiously.

Fortunately, it took only 20 minutes until we were at the hospital. Damian quickly filled out the registration and then I was taken to a room. The doctor came to examine me and see how our little man was doing. At this point, my cervix was already 4 centimeters dilated. That was more than I had expected. Maybe Hudson wouldn't make us wait as long as I had first expected after all.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" asked Damian after we had been here for 2 hours.

"Can you just hold me? I'm a little cold." I replied.

I was tired and exhausted from the labor. The doctor said I should try to sleep between contractions, but that was easier said than done when you had a contraction every 4 minutes. And I just couldn't manage to sleep through the contractions like other pregnant women seemed to be able to.

"I am so proud of you. And I can't wait to see you with our baby in your arms." My husband whispered in my ear as he lay down behind me and held me in his arms.

He radiated a wonderful warmth. Immediately it helped me relax a little. It made the waiting and the pain a little more bearable.

But just fifteen minutes later, the doctor came once again to check up on me.

"Okay Mrs Priest. You are at 10 centimeters. It's time to deliver your son. We'll get everything ready and then we'll get started." he said surprisingly.

"Do you hear that, love? We're almost there." I said, turning to Damian, who stroked my forehead and hair with his fingertips.

"I'm so excited." he said softly and I could see how much this moment meant to him.

"Me too." I replied as I looked up at him.

"Mr. Priest, you can either stay by your wife's side and hold her hand or if you want you can sit behind her to help her push," she said.

"How would you like it baby?" he asked me.

"It would be nice if you could hold me while I do it." I said and then slid forward a bit so he had room behind me.

Damian got into position before taking my hands in his and I leaned against him. That felt good. So right. I felt like it would give me the strength I needed to bring our son into the world.

"On 3... 1.... 2... 3 push!" the doctor said and I did what he said.

God, it hurt so bad. But I knew it would all be worth it. And Damian encouraged me with his words. Luckily I didn't have to push more than 5 times. That was something I had been afraid of.

Hudson's cries, his strong voice echoed through the room as he doctor placed it on my chest. I put my hand on my son's back as I looked at him for the first time. He was perfect. And from the looks of it, I got my wish. He looked just like his great daddy.

"I love you, Ellie-Bell. You made it. Thank you! Thank you!" said Damian softly as he placed his hand next to mine.

I turned my head to the side and gave my husband a kiss. Out of love and gratitude. And in relief that we were all okay. Now we were a little family. Damian, Hudson and me. I had the two most amazing men by my side. Something I didn't expect when Damian offered to accompany me to the party back then.

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samplepsychadelic · 1 year

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trip report 9/30 [10mg weed 3g shrooms]

Last night's trip was on a whole pther level of my past trips. my first proper shroom trip :] I bought them from a smoke shop near kip's apartment. he's a VERY nice guy, let me pay card since I didn't have cash and has helped me navigate my interest in psychadelics since moving. I bought about 3g of both of his strains (jedi + wombat). he advised I tried wombat first and honestly I'm glad I did.

I brought my pack of capsules with me while kip and I most of the day running errands and dying his hair. we got to his house around 3pm and he offered to trip sit me.

I took 8 of the mushroom capsules (≈.27g each) around 3:30pm with no effect. I stayed in the living room laying on the couch setting my intentions while I waited. why did I exist? what is reality? what is death? after 2 hours I didn't know if they were going to work. I had 2 extra capsules left, which I eventually decided "well I might as well take them. 3 grams is a pretty nice amount anyways" and I honestly wasn't sure if it would make things turn south. I tend to be very resistant to mushrooms just by themselves. at around 5:30, we had gone back to my grandparents' house to pick up my sleep meds. I decided to throw in a bit of weed to kick things into gear (weed pairs wonderfully with mushrooms. it helps it get into my system). after coming back home we just kind of hung out in his room, he played on his computer while I laid on his bed. with the weed kicking in, so did the mushrooms.

the first signs were some mild (but still incredible) hallucinations; the ceiling started rotating and shifting with a spinning purple, green and orange mandala overlayed on top. during my trip I ended up getting really talkative and giddy. I just kept telling kip about how awesome or weird or funny everything was. obviously the first things I started telling him about what I was seeing. I kept asking "do I sound weird? do I make sense?" because I wasn't sure how to properly describe what I was experiencing. at some point I had gone outside to measure how strong my hallucinations were. at the moment they were pretty moderate and I was still mostly aware of myself and the concept of being. however by the time I had gone inside to lay on the couch, not even 5 minutes later, the hallucinations were so strong legitimately everything was moving and animating in such a bizzare way that I was captivated by it. the carpet on the floor was rolling, each diagonal stripe of the rainbow rug in front of the couch was moving on their own like conveyer belts, even the TV and its stand were alive and breathing, each movement leaving an outline of color behind.

I decided to close my eyes to see how advanced the closed eye visuals were. the answer was extremely complex. I mostly remember a kaleidoscope of purple and yellow triangles and rainbow spiral patterns. I also saw rainbow lisa frank-esque chinese dragons (I really liked them). I moved back to kip's bed and decided to continue my trip there so I could tell hom about it. by this point my ego was gone. I was no longer just a person, I was everything. I became part of the comforter on the bed, sort of melting into it. I watched my sister on his computer, his hair shifting and seeming like part of a painting. the screen would have red and blue outlines in front of it every time I blinked. it was like we were the only beings in the entire universe to exist, just to have fun together. describing the second phase of the trip feels almost impossible through words but I'll try to be as descriptive as I can. I had an overwhelming sense of love and happiness, so much so that my whole body felt tingly, like getting the world's best back massage. I started realizing that this reality is whatever I want it to be and that everything is perfect the way it is. I felt like I was receiving all the happiness and love I hadn't been given in my life at that exact moment- it felt like my chest was going to burst because of how happy I was. I messaged all my friends and told them I love them, I let kip know he was an amazing trip sitter, and I wished that everyone could experience this kind of love and peace within themselves. while I was having this moment it was almost impossible to tell the difference between having my eyes open and closed, not in a visual sense, everything just didn't seem real. even when I would talk to kip or laugh at his tts generations, it didn't feel like it was me, rather just a projection of my true self. I honestly was having such a good time that I was convinced that absolutely nothing could ruin this trip. hell, I could throw up at that exact moment and still be perfectly happy (for context- throwing up is my absolute worst fear. I have PTSD from it). around then I was very giggly and happy. kip said I was really pleasant. at one point I had gotten up to look at myself in the mirror. seeing my pupils the size of dimes made me laugh. kip told me not to look in the mirror anymore as I got myself comfortable under the covers. not even a few minutes later I had asked kip "wait, when did I get comfy?", he told me I literally just got into bed. I found it funny how my memory was all over the place. I hadn't even remembered what I had just done until after asking. I lay in bed thinking about myself and the world around me. this was it, this was everything I had wanted out of my trip- to find out that reality is made differently for each individual. everything was so wonderful. I remember thinking at one point "if I stay in this room like this for the rest of eternity I would be happy. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else".

the visuals slowly died down as I decided to watch some cartoons. there were no more trippy hallucinations, but my peripheral vision was much bigger than whatever I could focus on. I told kip that I needed to go to the bathroom (in all honesty- I just wanted to be sneaky about looking at my eyes again) and got up. walking around the house felt odd, like my consciousness was lagging behind me. I would get up, walk around, and only become aware of myself and what I was doing a minute later. I checked my eyes again and my pupils were back to normal. I went to the bathroom and picked at my face for a bit, once and awhile looking at myself and making observations about my face. I liked how I looked- I was kind of cute. my body was perfect, I didn't need to change a thing about myself. I finally loved myself.

I got bored picking at my face after awhile, not sure how long, and laid back down. most of the time towards the end of the trip was spent waiting for kip to come to bed. however I wasn't really sure if I was ready to end the experience. I knew that it wouldn't last forever, to my slight dissapointment, and wanted to keep feeling the happiness and affection forever. it did kind of feel like I had been tripping forever, not that I minded. but I did know that I should go to bed soon.

I decided to take my sleep meds awhile later, still kind of debating on if I wanted to bring everything to an end just yet. even after kip was in bed and the lights were out, I was still too excited and too restless to go to sleep. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, it must have been around 10 or 11pm. waking up the next morning was difficult, mushroom hangover is no joke.

saturday night's trip is going to stick with me for awhile. I feel like that was all I needed in this moment and I probably won't be tripping for a good while. I felt like a new person afterward and I felt like I had to share what had happened with everyone I could think of. putting it into words is extremely hard for me since a lot of the trip was feelings, sort of like a blissful unawareness. I honestly got exactly what I needed. I got it perfect the 1st time.

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mountttmase · 20 days

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HIYA I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE🤭🤭🤭🤭

It had been a long time since Mason had a photoshoot like this and to say he was feeling a little awkward about it would be an understatement. Especially now you were watching. THE BOY IS EMBARRASSED🤭

You got that being the newest recruit meant you would have to do certain jobs until you’d earned the right to do what you’d been hired for but it had been three months now and you still felt like the office newbie. OH MY POOR GIRLIE😭

It was hard to book shoots or even work on other peoples when you weren’t published anywhere and you were finding it hard to build traction. All you needed was one little break, some good luck and you knew things would take off for you but since you weren't associated with anything to do with fashion in everyone else’s eyes, it was hard. WHY AREN’T THEY PUBLISHING MY GIRL’S NAME? MEAN PEOPLE

You’d seen the box on his desk, a big REMEMBER FOR WEDNESDAY sign stuck to the top and after a sneaky peak you saw the watch in question. Thankfully the shoot wasn’t too far away and within half an hour you were walking into the shoot after stopping for a quick coffee as a treat for doing such a good deed. FREDDIE, THANK YOU FOR FORGETTING THINGS

‘Thank god, honestly the last thing I needed was a fuck up today so I owe you one, Kid’ he told you, and you fought back the roll of your eyes at his stupid nickname for you. Placing the box on the table so he could reassess what he had and you used that time to have another quick look around and see what was going on. KID, I LOVE IT

‘Alright I guess’ he shrugged and you raised your eyebrows in hopes he’d elaborate a bit. Working on a shoot like this was the ultimate dream for you so the fact it was only alright to him seemed strange and you knew something was wrong. ‘I don’t know, I feel like somethings missing and I’m not sure what. Would you take a look at the shots for me?’ OMG HE WANTS HER HELP, FREDDIE IS OUR MAN

‘Yes you, you wombat. You might be able to see things I can’t’ he told you before nodding over to where the shoot was taking place and your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you saw the first picture. How you hadn’t seen this man as soon as you walked in you’d never know but now you had you couldn’t stop looking. Your eyes flying from the screen to see him stood against the backdrop and his eyes met yours softly before he looked away with a timid smile. SHE IS ALREADY IN LOVE, BUT HOW AN WE BLAME HER

He was beautiful. HE REALLY IS BEAUTIFUL😩😩

You’d met Woody once at a work event and emailed him a few times since then. He worked for the same agency as you just down in London but you had no idea his best friend looked like a gift from god and you started the piece all the parts together as you watched Mason awkwardly stand there as his hair was being messed with for the next shots. WHAT CAN WE SAY, WOODY THANK YOU FOR EXISTING

THE FACT SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THE SHOOT NEEDED, A LITTLE GENIUS

‘Oh sure, do you want me to get everyone’s order?’ You asked. Slipping back into your assistant persona quickly but he was quick to shake his head at you.‘Nah, I’ll get one of the interns to go. Just tell me what you want’ he told you and you had to stop yourself from smiling. This was the first time someone had ever taken your order on a shoot and it felt like a big moment for you. HE IS GOING TO BRING HER COFFEE, I LOVE FREDDIE, HE IS GIVING HER SPACE TO SHOW HER WORTH

THEY ASKED FOR THE SAME COFFEEEEEEEEEEE🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Mase come here, I want you to meet y/n’ Freddie called, pulling on your arm to get you to turn around and once you had he was a lot closer than you first realised. ‘Nice to meet you’ you smiled, holding your hand out for Mason to shake but when he flashed you his pearly whites you suddenly didn’t feel as confident as you did a few seconds ago. You felt shy and intimidated by his looks which never usually happened but you could also see he was just a normal nice guy underneath all that and it settled you a little and his hand felt warm in yours as he shook it. ‘You too’ he replied quietly, his cheeks a healthy shade of pink now and you figured he was just a little shy when he couldn't keep up eye contact with you for very long before he was looking to Freddie for help. MUM AND DAD OFFICIALLY MEET EACH OTHER

‘Were going for dinner soon, you coming?’ Freddie asked as he brushed up beside you whilst you packed some things away but you just shrugged, not sure if he wanted you to say yes or no. YES SHE WANTS TO

‘You wouldn’t be, Mase actually asked if you were coming so consider yourself officially invited’ MASON TONY MOUNT WANTS YOU AT DINNER WITH HIM GO GIRL

‘You don’t mind me sitting here do you?’ You asked as you slid into the seat but he just shook his head as he subtly chewed on his bottom lip.‘Of course not. I saved that one especially for you so I can pick your brains a bit’ he winked. Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of him wanting to sit with you and it was almost as if you couldn't contain your surprise.‘Me?’ ‘Yeah, of course. You really made the difference today so I’ve got some questions for you… if that’s alright like you can tell me to shut up’‘No no, I’d love that. Hit me with it’ OMG HE SAVED HER A PLACE NEXT TO HIM AND WANTS TO TALK TO HERRRR🫠🫠🫠

Freddie took you home when it was time to leave and after a big hug goodbye from Mason, Freddie was giving you a look as he walked you to the tube. ‘What’s that look for?’ ‘No reason? You have a good night?’ ‘The best. Thank you so much for letting me stay like the whole days been amazing’ ‘Well it should be me that’s thanking you, you really saved me today’ he told you, flinging his arm around your shoulder but he really didn’t need to thank you at all. ‘I’ve always got your back bestie’ FREDDIE KNOWSSSS

HER STORIESSSS GIGGLING

EHEHEHHHE HE GREETS HER WITH A SMILE AND A HUG I AM GIGGLING

It was hard not to like him, he was gorgeous and funny and his smile made your heart race but the fact he was just a normal guy made you warm to him immediately and everytime he was around your eyes would constantly find his until you were both laughing every time it happened. The both of you never really knowing what you were laughing at and therefore unable to explain it to anyone else but just one look into his triple chocolate fudge brownie eyes made you giddy. OMG THEY ARE ALREADY EAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER

SHE WATCHES HIS VIDEOS, SHE IS ONE OF US

It was a few weeks later when you got to talk to him properly again. Walking into the office to see him sat in your seat next to Freddie’s desk and you felt happier immediately knowing you’d get to see him today. Wondering if you might get a bit longer to talk to him and from the cheeky smile he sent you, you figured he might be just as happy to see you. LOOK AT HER BEING ALL EXCITED TO SEE HIM

‘You’re in my seat, Mount’ you told him playfully, watching him look up at you in shock before the brightest smile you’d ever seen flashed across his face. ‘I’m just keeping it warm for you’ he winked, getting up as you approached but before you couldn’t do much else as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug causing you to laugh into his chest. THEY ARE CHEEKY

‘’I’ve got the first copy of his edition’ Freddie smiled, pulling the box apart to retrieve a few copies and it was like the excitement had slapped you across the face. OMG THE FIRST COPYYY

‘Oh be quite’ you huffed. Taking the copy he handed you and when Mason placed his hands on your shoulders from behind, you smiled up at him. The pair of you excited to see how it had all turned out and as soon as your eyes landed on the front cover they began to well up. THEY ARE ALREADY A MARRIED COUPLE, WHEN WILL THE FIRST KID ARRIVE?

‘Yeah I’m not bad am I’ you heard Mason murmur next to you causing you to giggle but you couldn’t disagree with him. He looked gorgeous. CHEEKY BOY

‘Wait what’s that?’ You mumbled. Your voice slightly shaken as you read over what you thought you’d seen and no matter how much you blinked it didn’t go away. ‘What’s what?’ Freddie asked and when you looked up to him he was looking back with a knowing smile. ‘Is that my name?’ You whispered, pointing down to where it was written in black and white and it was almost like you were in a dream. ‘Of course it is’ Freddie smiled, shrugging his shoulder like it was nothing but to you it meant everything. THERE’S HER NAME, AND I AM GETTING EMOTIONAL🥹🥹🥹🥹

‘I’ll set us up a meeting, yeah? I wanna get your input. I think you and me are gonna make a pretty good team’ THE BEST TEAM

Pulling away from you so you could wipe your eyes but you weren’t alone for too long. Mason wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind and settling his cheek on top of your head as you melted into him. HE HUGGED HER TO COMFORT HER OMG

‘Just you and me then?’ He questioned. Looking down at you before moving you to the side and even though you wanted to shout yes you also didn’t want to come across as too eager. ‘Come on, let me buy you dinner for making me look so good’ he asked and you couldn’t help but giggle. THEY ARE GOING OUT TOGETHER, JUST THE TWO OF THEMMMMM HELPPP

It was at times like this you were grateful you kept a little makeup bag at work. Slipping off to the toilets so you could spruce yourself up a bit before Mason came to get you and thankfully he came right back into your office to escort you back down to his car. Freddie waving you off like a proud parent but you just rolled your eyes at him. THE FACT HE WENT TO “PICK HER UP” IN HER OFFICE AND DIDN’T JUST WAIT OUTSIDE, AND FREDDIE BEING OUT SHIP CAPTAIN

The conversation flowed easily and he grew with confidence as the time passed. Making silly jokes that had you laughing more than you had in a while and it was so nice to see him come out of his shell a little bit and be the cheeky boy you’d come to know from videos online. LOOK AT THEMM

‘Not really, I’m trying to book myself onto some jobs and make some connections so I’m hoping that will be a little easier now’ you told him, watching him nod understandingly as you wracked your brain to think of something else that didn’t make you sound so boring. ‘Oh I’ve got a work trip coming up with some of the guys too in a couple of months but I think it’s just an excuse for a holiday in all honesty’

THIS WILL BE THE WORK TRIP

‘Woodys going, he extended the invite actually since I know most of you lot going but I wasn’t sure since he’s taking his girlfriend’ he huffed, rolling his eyes like he was annoyed his best friend had been stolen from him. ‘I didn’t wanna be the third wheel but now I know you’ll be there I may reconsider’ he winked ‘Unless you’ve got a boyfriend you’re taking… or girlfriend you know, whatever floats your boat’ EHEHHEEH YOU MIGHT BE HER BOYFRIEND TO TAKE MOUNT🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

‘No I don't have a boyfriend to take… or a girlfriend’ you laughed. ‘I’m not even sure I want to go, the other two girls are like thing one and two so I know I’ll be on my own and Freddie’s taking his girlfriend so he’s not gonna be around much on the off days’ ‘All the more reasons for me to come then’ he winked and you couldn’t deny the idea excited you. ‘Mason you’ve known me three weeks’ ‘Exactly so I’ve still got so much to learn and what an amazing time to do it’ he laughed, but you noticed after his face fell a little bit. ‘If you don’t want me to I won't come’ HE IS IN LOVE ALREADY AND WANTS TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER

‘I suppose it’ll be nice to have someone to sit with at dinner’ you mused, watching his face light up knowing you wanted him there and wouldn’t turn him away. ‘So you’ll let me come?’ He asked quietly. ‘It’s not my decision’ you laughed ‘But if it was then yes I’d let you’‘Consider me there then’ he laughed before changing the subject. Gushing about how well you’d done at the shoot and how he loved all the changes you’d made. Asking if maybe the pair of you could work on some things together that Freddie couldn’t fit in and the thought of getting to dress Mason excited you more than you thought it should. THE BABIES ARE GOING ON HOLIDAY TOGETHER

SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK AND HE GOT ALL FLUSTERED🤭

A knock on your door a few moments after made you laugh as you knew it could only be him and when you opened the door back up to Mason standing there awkwardly as you sent him a bright smile. ‘You forget something?’‘Could I um… could I maybe get your number?’ He gulped ‘I was gonna ask Freddie for it but that felt a bit lame and intrusive’ LOOK AT HIMMM GO BOY, SO PROUD OF YOU

Once he was ready to go again It was his turn to kiss your cheek this time and you knew he was terrified. Bolting away as soon as his lips touched your skin and you stood there giggling as he practically ran away from you. EHEHEH HE KISSED HER CHEEK NOW

Having a crush on a footballer wasn’t something that was on your bingo card for this year but it seemed to have hit you like a truck. Every time his name popped up on your phone your chest felt warm and he made you laugh like no one else. Every picture that he sent you made your tummy flutter and you were certain you’d never seen a man as pretty as him before. SHE HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH

SHE IS SO CHEEKY IN THE MESSAGES, I LOVE IT

You knew Freddie was on his way over so you quickly locked your phone but because Mason never wanted to be the last one to send a text, his name was flashing up soon after he’d joined you and you knew his eyes had caught his name immediately. THIS THING IS SO CUTE

‘Since I can see two people who are clearly crazy about each other. Why don’t you take the plunge and tell him, I’ve never known you to not speak your mind’ he told you and his words hit home. Why hadn’t you said anything to him? FREDDIE GO TELL HER

‘Look if you don't want to then I won’t push you but he fancies the pants off you’ he shrugged, looking at whatever was in his hands so you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not but when he eventually looked over at your confused face he gave you a reassuring smile. ‘Its true, told me himself that first day you met when you went back to the office before dinner. Why do you think I saved you that seat?’ HE TOLD FREDDIE HE LIKES HER THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER???? OMG

‘They won’t be. I’m not saying you’ve got to marry him but just go on a few dates or something. Get to know him properly. He’s a good guy y/n, and you’d be good for him’ he smiled. OH, SHE WILL MARRY HIM, I AM SURE

THEY HAD THEIR FIRST DINNER DATE🥳🥳🥳🥳

‘Would you like to come in?’ You asked him as he parked up in his usual spot. Your voice full of nerves as you were unsure but he just nodded and smiled before unclipping his seat belt and the nerves hit you in full force as you walked him into your building and up to your flat. ‘Sorry it’s tiny here’ you laughed. Suddenly embarrassed by having him in your space knowing what he probably at home but he just smiled and pulled you into his arms. SHE INVITED HIM AT HERS, SHE REALLY TRUSTS HIM

‘Waters fine’ he nodded but once you’d returned to him and sat down he was still looking at you with a cheeky smile. ‘What are you doing all the way over there? You’re too far away’ he laughed, holding his hand out for you so you could sit next to him and you let him drag you along the sofa until you were giggling like school kids. HE WANTS HER NEAR NEAR

‘Mason? What would you do if I told you I liked you. Like like liked you’ you asked him, your voice steady as you looked right at him but as soon as the words left your lips he was looking in his lap with a smile and bright red cheeks ‘I’d tell you I like liked you too’ he replied quietly. A sense of relief washing over you and it was also as if you couldn't believe it. THEY LIKE LIKED EACH OTHER, PERFECT

‘I can tell it’s coming from the tone of your voice. ‘I really like you but, you’re a great person but’. Come on then, what’s the but? Break my heart, let’s get it over with’ NAH, SHE WON’T BREAK YOUR HEART MOUNT

‘I like you, but I have rules’ you confirmed and you watched his face change immediately. SHE HAS RULES, WINTER SUN Y/N IS THIS YOU?😂

‘Well that’s definitely not what I see you as’ he told you quietly, his face as red as a tomato at the mention of sex and you found his slightly awkward demeanour endearing. ‘I like hanging out with you, and I want to see where things take us’ he told you, but you could tell he was finding it hard to admit his feelings. Thinking maybe it was best you took the lead and laid your cards out on the table for him to follow. HE IS A CUTIE

‘Perfect. Okay rule number two: I also like to keep my business private, you know? That doesn't mean we need to be secretive about whatever might be happening but I just want it kept between us. If I’m in a relationship with someone I want it to be with them and keep it for us rather than share it with everyone. Does that sound okay?’ ‘Sounds like music to my ears’ he laughed before taking your hand and pulling you in further to his side. ‘Look I like you okay? I really like you and I’m happy to go with the flow and see where things take us. I’m good at going at whatever pace you want. No pressure or anything, okay?’ THEY ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

‘But not too busy for me?’‘Of course not’ you whispered. ‘Look I’m sorry for all the questions I just like to know where I stand’ NEVER TOO BUSY FOR YOU

‘Well I’m big on communication’ you winked as you grabbed the zip of his jacket to play with and the smile he sent you made your tummy flutter. AND WE LOVE THIS

‘It’s true. Thought it as soon as I saw you. You never saw them but there’s a few shots of me I made then delete from when you first walked in and I was stiff as fuck’ he laughed and even though you knew he didn’t mean it in that way you still looked up at him with a brow raised in disgust. OMG LOOK AT HIMMM

‘When the time is right and you wanna make things official, like if we get there, please can you let me ask you? Like just give me a sign and I’ll make it special for us’ HE WANTS TO AS HER TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND PROPERLY OMG

‘What sort of sign?’ you giggled, your cheeks turning red at the thought of him wanting to be official with you at some point but he just shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t know, poke me in the ribs or something?’ HE IS SILLY

You directed his movements and brought him down for your first kiss. Lips, soft and warm, slotting against each others like you’d kissed a million times before as you pressed your body against his even more. Mason's heart thrumming against your hand that was positioned on his chest and it almost matched your own heartbeat that was pounding in your ears. OMG SHE WANTED AND GOT HER FIRST KISS WITH HIM, GIGGLING, MISS I HAVE RULES JUST KISSED HIM🤭🙂‍↔️

‘Sorry’ he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly. ‘I should get going’ ‘Okay’ you pouted. Knowing it was right for him to go but now you’d finally kissed him all you could think about was kissing him again. ‘Text me when you’re home please’ TEXT ME WHEN YOU’RE HOME IS THE MOST LOVELY THING TO SAY

You ended up at treetop mini golf. A place you’d been eying up to go to for ages and you wondered how he knew but in the end you realise it was just a coincidence. You were more than excited though and clearly he was using all his training from actual golf to help as he was winning by a mile. HE TOOK HER TO THE MINIGOLF SHE HAD WANTED TO GO FOR YEARS

‘Bend your knees a little bit, and arch your back slightly-‘ ‘Mason please, were in public’ you teased, and you knew he was embarrassed. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his head in your neck to stop the laughs but the pair of you were giggling like school children. ‘You’re killing me’ ‘Ahh, my plan is working’ you teased. Spinning in his arms so you could face him and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a quick kiss. The first one of the night and you could tell he’d been waiting a while for it as he kissed you with a smile and sighed into your mouth. THEY ARE SO CHEEKYYYY

I LOVE HOW SHE JUST POSTED HIM IN HER STORIES

It was your 5th date that fell a week before your trip. Mason had treated you to all sorts of adventures from axe throwing to a drive-in movie but today's outing was a little bit more laid back. Mason currently having Ace for a few days and you knew he needed lots of walks so you met him at the local park to grab a coffee and let Ace have a run around. OH DOG DATE, NOT FOR ME, SORRY MASON AHAAHHAHA

‘Listen I wanted to talk to you about something’ you told him, watching him raise his brow at you over his cup as he took a sip and you weren’t quite sure how he was going to take what you were about to say. ‘It's about the trip next week’ OH

‘No I want you there I promise’ you laughed, cutting him off as you could see he was about to spiral. ‘I was just wondering if we could maybe keep things on the down low a little while we’re there?’ You asked and you didn’t wait for a reaction before you began explaining yourself. ‘If it was a friends holiday then it would be different it’s just cause I’ll be there with people I work with and that doesn’t mean I want you to keep away from me, like we can still hang out just the two of us- I LOVE OF SHE JUST EXPLAINED WHAT SHE NEEDED TO FELL MORE COMFORTABLE

‘Hey it’s okay’ he laughed. Reaching down to pop a quick kiss on your forehead. ‘I get it, don’t worry AND HE OBVIOUSLY UNDERSTOOD

‘Come back to mine after? Just for a little bit’ he asked and the idea of being alone with him in his house excited you. Since you were taking things slowly you’d never been to his house but now seemed like a good time and you thought it was cute how he didn’t want to part from you. UUU SHE IS GOING AT HIS, YAYYY

‘If you’re not careful, I might just fall for you, Mount’ you told him quietly. Feeling more comfortable and content than you had in the longest time and the quiet rumble of his chest under your ear made you smile. I THINK YOU’VE ALREADY FALLEN FOR HIM

‘I could get used to this, you’re comfy’ you told him quietly and you knew he’d heard you but he was too shy to reply. Holding you tighter as you felt your body go heavy and let the sleep finally take you. SHE FEELS SAFE, I’LL MELT🙂‍↔️

You and Mason managed to take yourselves off away from everyone. Sitting on your own so you could talk quietly and get ready for the flight you knew Mason was a bit nervous for but the sudden sound of a boy shouting made the two of you snap your heads up. Mason's face turning sour instantly as the boy made his rounds to say hello to a few of the guys and it was then you noticed Mason shuffling uncomfortably in his seat. OMG HERE HE IS

‘Use to’ he shrugged but you didn’t have a chance to reply as Carl made his way over to the pair of you. His eyes flashing to Mason’s hand that was clasped around yours before he looked right at you and the sly smirk he sent your way made your skin crawl. OH POOR BOY🥺

‘Yeah really good thanks’ he nodded and before you knew it he was motioning towards you. ‘Who’s this pretty little thing?’ PRETTY LITTLE THING WHO???

‘Yeah even managed to make this one look good’ he laughed, motioning over to Mason. ‘I’ve tried a few times I know how hard it is’ he teased. Feeling Mason stiffening besides you as Carl tried to make a joke at his expense but you wouldn’t let that happen on your watch. THIS WAS MEAN

‘Oh really? I thought it was really easy’ you shrugged. Turning back to Mason who was giving you a shy smile and you could tell he was thankful for you sticking up for him a bit. ‘I won’t be a sec, I'm going to the loo’ you told him. Kissing his cheek quickly before standing up and you left without giving Carl and other glance. SHE DEFENDED HIMMM IMMEIATELY

‘Oh she’s not yours then? So I don’t mind if I have a crack?’ FUCK OFF

‘Gates ready!’ Freddie called and with one final wink at Mason, Carl was walking off to find the others leaving him standing there to stew. Wondering if he even wanted to go away with everyone now but once he saw you walking back towards him with that beautiful smile on your face he realised you were his reason to stay. SHE IS HIS REASON TO STAY, WATCH ME MELT

‘Mase, you ready?’ You asked, your voice laced with concern as you could see something had changed with him. SHE KNOWS SOMETHING IS WRONGG

‘I’m fine’ he breathed, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone from your group was left and once he was satisfied it was just the two of you he pulled you in for a tight hug. ‘I know we said we’d keep things on the down low a bit but I just need a quick cuddle‘ OH BABY BOY🥺

‘Oh Mase’ you whispered, feeling the way he clung to you so tightly a little concerning and the thought of this being the last proper hug you might share for a while upset you and even though it was you who set the boundaries in the first place you were ready to tear them up for him. ‘I know it was my choice but we don’t have to keep things on the down low’ OMG SHE ALREADY CHANGED HER PLANS🤭🤭🤭

‘Hey gorgeous’ he smiled, opening the door and popping a kiss on your cheek but you were quick to reach up and kiss him properly, feeling him chuckle onto your lips and it was all worth it for the shy smile he gave you when you pulled apart. ‘Morning Mase’ CUTIES

‘Morning love birds, I saved you a spot’ LOVE BIRDSSS

‘Apparently they make room for you if your names Mason Mount’ you joked, looking behind to see him standing there awkwardly on the other side of the lounger as if he didn’t want to presume you’d sit next to him but after a subtle nod of your head his shoulders relaxed. I LOVE HOW HE ALWAYS WAITS FOR HER TO TELL HIM IT’S OKAY BEFORE DOING SOMETHING

‘You’re so fucking hot’ he breathed against your lips and his words excited you as he squeezed your sides. His potty mouth making you giggle but you were glad you had saved yourself from showing him your body until now just for this reaction. ‘You’re making this impossible for me’ LOOK AT HIM

‘I did, just not on my back my arms don’t reach’ he joked, giggles falling from both your lips at the thought of him trying to do it. OH SHE CAN PUT IT ON FOR YOU🙂‍↔️

There were pictures of Mason's body online that you’d seen recently and you thought he might be in pretty good shape but it was nothing compared to the actual thing. His chest and tummy covered with a light smattering of hair that was driving you insane but his defined abs and strong arms were more sexy to you than anything else until he turned around to flash you his back dimples. BACK DIMPLESSSS

‘Can I kiss you?’ ‘You don’t have to ask’CUTIES

You were so calm and tranquil in Masons arms that the sound of someone shouting made you jump. You could feel Mason had tensed too and when you both looked over to the source of the noise Mason didn’t relax at all. If anything he clung to you tighter as Carl and his little gaggle of girls made their way over to sit with Freddie and it was like Mason's demeanour switched before your eyes. CARL AGAIN

You were both soon out. Sitting back next to Freddie but the opposite side of Carl and you noticed how even after he was dry he still had his towel around his shoulders. You didn’t say anything at first but after you’d reapplied your sunscreen you figured he might want some more too however he was still wrapped up. OH MY BABY IS INSECURE CAUSE OF STUPID CALR???

‘No it’s okay. I’m just thinking about you, you know? The last thing you want is a T-shirt tan’ you winked and the small laugh that fell from his lips made you feel accomplished. SHE IS SILLY

‘Would you like an ice-cream?’ You asked him as you pulled away, his face turning into one of confused amusement before he let out a little laugh. ‘It’s 11:30’ ‘Exactly, we need to start early to get in as many as we can’ you told him. ‘Come on we can go for a walk or something after I just need some peace’ you smiled at him, knowing he needed the same so you quickly popped on a coverup as he chucked his shirt back on before taking his hand and leading him away from everyone else. SHE IS SO RIGHT

‘Yeah not too bad from here either’ he said softly, looking back at you with literal heart eyes and when you winked back at him he just laughed. NAUGHTYYY

‘Cheeky’ you commented, nudging your shoulder with his. ‘We can stay away from everyone else today if you’d like’ ‘No don’t be silly. I mean I love it when it’s just us but you’re meant to be here with them’ ‘I’ve got the two days with them solidly Mase, I want to be with you’ SHE WANTS TO SPEND TIME ONLY WITH HIM

You kept it pg for the rest of the day though. Joining the others for lunch before you were back out by the pool and you watched Mason relax as he spent some time with Woody and Freddie until he came back to you for a nap. His head resting on you chest as your fingers brushed though his hair and you felt yourself falling for him even more with every passing second. OHHHH HE NAPPED WITH HIS HEAD ON HER CHEST🥹🥹🥹

‘Come stay in my room tonight?’ He asked after you’d all been to dinner that evening. The pair of you not wanting to part and when you raised your eyebrow at him cheekily his face flushed as he giggled. ‘Not like that. I’m just not ready to let you go yet. I thought I could get us another drink and we could hang out? I know we’ve not slept in the same bed before or whatever and we don't have to if you’re uncomfortable but- HE IS A CHEEKY SHY BOY

Mason treated you to a late breakfast again the next morning before you met everyone else at the entrance just before lunch. Your pinky firmly wrapped around his as you approached the others and you noticed Freddie’s eyes snap down to look at them before they were on you. Sending you a smile and a cheeky wink like he was happy for you and even though you rolled your eyes at him you couldn’t deny you were pretty happy yourself. THE PINKIES CONNECTED??🫠

Whilst you stood and reminisced in your own head as you waited for the last few people, Mason on the other hand had his eyes on someone else. Watching the way Carl drunk you in before his eyes landed on your conjoined fingers and the expression that took over his face was one that Mason had seen many times before. Almost watching Carl plot his evil scheme was making Mason uncomfortable to the point he started to pull away from you but you just assumed he wanted to hold your hand properly so you threaded your fingers through his and pulled him along into the awaiting taxi. OH NO, CARL MOVE AWAY

NOT THEM NAPPING TOGETHER AGAIN

‘Mason!’ FREDDIEEE THIS WAS MEAN

‘I best not, I’ll get killed if I get another injury but you go yeah? I’ll watch you’ YEAH STAY SAFE BABY BOY

Carl was smiling at you as he waved you over to the one he was standing by before hopping aboard and patting the back of the seat for you to sit on. ‘Your chariot awaits. I hope you don’t mind but we’ve got to share’ he laughed. BLEAH

‘You tell me. He’s keeping things under wraps’ he shrugged and you felt the sense of unease spread over you further. ‘Look, all l I know is that if you were mine I would be all over you. He looks like he barely wants to hold you hand sometimes’ SHUT UP THANK YOU

‘Well I’m not yours so it doesn’t matter does it’ you hit back. Not liking how he was talking to you and the fact he seemed to be taking you further away from everyone made you want to scream in fear. I LOVE HER

Mason wasn't napping where you'd left him, in fact he was nowhere to be seen but as you made your way to the back of the boat you could see him leaning up against the side with a pensive look on his face. OH NO

'I was feeling a bit sea sick' he told you quietly and you noticed how he didn’t really want to look at you. MM, YEAH SICK

‘Don’t be, it’s my job to look after my man’ you joked. His eyes lighting up at the way you’d referred to him as such. ‘Shall we go back up? Or do you wanna stay down here? LOOK AFTER MY MANNN

CARL THANK YO FOR GOING, SO THEY WERE ABLE TO ENJOY THE SUNSET

‘Listen, I’m not sure what Masons said about me’ THERE HE IS, CAN HE GO AWAYYYY

‘Oh… I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable yesterday on the jet ski, I didn’t mean to. Mason and I like to tease each other a bit but I should have left you out of it’ he explained and whilst you appreciated his apology you still felt like something wasn’t right. I’M SURE MASON DOESN'T LIKE TO “TEASE EACH OTHER”

‘Right the agency wants some pictures for socials so just act natural okay?’ Freddie announced, whipping his phone out as you walked around the various stalls and exhibitions. Snapping your picture whenever he could however Carl was always jumping in to be involved and when you sat down for the first runway show he was right there next to you. I DON’T LIKE CARL AT ALL

A hand on your waist snapped you out of your thoughts and you recoiled away from Carl just like you’d been doing for the last few hours. You were sure why but he’d suddenly got it in his head that he was free to put his hands on you and whilst it started out as just gentle touches on your shoulder or elbow it had progressed quickly holding your waist or trying to pull you in for a cuddle. ‘Can you not, please Carl. I don’t like being touched’ ‘What? I’m just trying to be nice’ HE IS DISGUSTING

HE IS JEALOUS NOT BUSY Y/N

MEAN JEALOUS MASON, YOU HAVE TO ANSWER TO GIRLY

MM COLD COLD COL ANSWER, I DON'T APPROVE THIS BEHAVIOUR MOUNT

Your heart sunk further into your tummy at his message. You didn’t know if you were being extra sensitive or he was being incredibly short with you but his message didn’t feel as warm as they usually did and now you felt silly for telling him you missed him without him saying it back.

‘No I think I’ll just head back to my room’ you gulped. Watching Freddie’s face drop before he looked at you to ask if something was wrong but you just sent him a smile. ‘Its been a long day and I wanna be fresh for tomorrow’ OH, SH IS NOT GOING OUT EITHER NOW

Sleep didn’t come easy that night as you laid awake and thought about what had happened on the trip so far to make him be like this. Clearly there was some sort of issue with Carl but if he didn’t explain what it was then how were you supposed to help him? And everything seemed fine the previous night before you went to bed so what could you have done in a day that you hadn’t seen him for him to be so distant? OH POOR GIRLY, SHE IS OVERTHINKING NOW🤦🏻‍♀️

MASON…NOT MESSAGING HER ALL MORNING WAS VERY MEAN

‘Don’t be silly, I knew you’d love it. And when we get back I’ve got loads for us to work on’ he smiled. Wrapping and arm around your shoulder as you made your way back to the hotel and even though things with Mason seemed confusing and weird you knew everything you’d been working towards was finally happening for you and you couldn’t wait to get to work. FREDDIE IS SO LOVELY WITH HER

HE IS IGNORING HER??? MASON TONY MOUNT GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER🤨

You were sitting on your own away from everyone at the pool that afternoon when Mason turned up. You hadn’t meant to be but you were sat with Woody and Kaz and they had just hopped in the water and you thought Mason would be straight over to see you since it had been so long but again you were left disappointed.

You’d been away from him for just over a day and a half and all you wanted was to be next to him again so the fact he’d basically ignored you when this was your first chance to speak made your head spin. Were you being too much for him? Is that why he was pulling away from you? Or were you not giving him what he wanted quickly enough and he was getting bored of waiting for you? Did he not miss you like you’d missed him? OMG HE MADE HER SAD😑

You didn’t react to him, hearing him pick a towel up to dry his hair before he took a tentative seat next to you and when you didn’t move you felt him lay next to you but still kept his distance so you didn't touch at all. Your heart hammering as you became hyper aware of all his movements but you kept your eyes shut no matter how hard it was becoming. OH HE WENT TO SIT NEXT TO HER

You could feel him fiddling with the dangly bits on your bikini before his fingers grazed your thigh slightly and you froze. He didn’t stop though, trailing his fingers up and over your hip to your waist so he could pull you into his body and when your skin touched his you opened your eyes carefully. HE IS A BIT BIPOLAR

‘Go back to sleep, I’ll stay with you’ I’LL STAY WITH YOU, CUTIE

‘Trouble in paradise?’ You heard from behind you as you made your way to the door and you didn’t even need to turn to face them to know who it was. You’d been avoiding him like the plague since you told him off for touching you yesterday and you’d been waiting for him to start widning you up again. FUCK OFF

‘Cause I don’t fucking want you!’ you snapped. Turning to face him suddenly and you knew you’d caught him off guard. ‘Ever think of that?’ I SCREAMED GO GIRL

You wanted to talk to him before dinner so you could get to the crux of the issue, knowing that if you left things any longer than needed it could take a turn and it wasnt like he was mad at you. He just seemed sad almost, and distant and since you were ready earlier than planned you wondered if it was worth a shot to go and find him. THE FACT SHE KNOWS HE IS NOT MAD AT HER, CUTE

‘Thank you’ you smiled. Standing in front of his big mirror so he could zip you up and the feeling of his hand on your waist as his knuckles brushed your skin made your knees weak. Watching him in the mirror in front of you as he concentrated made your heart race and once he was done and you caught his eye in the mirror you knew you needed to step it up a notch. THIS WAS HOT

‘Mase, what’s wrong?’ You sighed. Pulling out of his grasp as his hands fell to his sides with a thud and you knew your question had shocked him. His eyes going wide as his face paled but you were determined to not let him brush this off as nothing. OKAY, IT’S TIME🤭

‘Hey, no. Don’t say that, I adore you’ he told you sincerely, cupping your jaw so you’d look at him but it didn’t explain why he’d been off with you. ‘I’m just a bit embarrassed I ADORE YOU, HE IS A CUTE BOY

‘Embarrassed? What of me?’ ‘No not you’ he laughed, looking at you with a heartfelt smile before his face dropped again. ‘Of me. I just got into my own head about something and I feel a little ridiculous’ ITS TIME TO TELL HER

‘Do you like him?’ HE WENT STRAIGHT INTO IT

‘Ive seen the way he looks at you and he was making you laugh in all those pictures your company posted on instagram like he was next you in every bloody one and then you were on that jet ski together before and I just…’‘Mase’ you smiled. Moving your hands to around his neck before bumping your nose against his to get him to look at you. ‘Are you jealous?’ YES HE IS

‘Tell your face that then’ you joked but you knew he needed a little reassurance. ‘For the record no, I don’t like him. If you’d have taken any notice of me you would have seen I’ve been nowhere near him when I don’t have to be. He’s an arrogant twat who doesn’t know when to keep his hands to himself’ ‘What?’ He snapped, pulling back to look at you with his hands gripping you your waist tighter and you could tell he was angry about what you’d said. THE FACT HE BECAME IMMEDIATELY DEFENSIVE

‘He’s just not my kind of people’ he shrugged, trying to brush past it again, but you gave him a firm look which made him roll his eyes with a sigh. ‘Oh fine, but I’m gonna sound insane. He’s always been Woodys mate but I’ve known who he is and he’s got this weird thing against me. Whatever I have he’s gotta have the same, and that includes girls. We’d go on nights out and I’d be talking to someone and then the next thing I know he’s wormed his way in. Even girls I’d been talking to for weeks he’d find a way to take from me somehow and I just got tired of him always butting in. I haven’t had to think about him in Manchester but seeing I’m him again just put me on edge’ STUPID CARL😒

‘Mason, you know I’m all about you, don’t you?’ You whispered. Watching his face soften as he gave you a lopsided smile and you knew all he needed right now was a bit of reassurance. ‘You don’t think i'd have kissed you in front of everyone, or slept in your bed the first night if I wasn’t nuts about you. I’m not that kinda girl’ THE REASSURING HE NEEDED

‘A little bit’ he whispered and your heart thumped at how vulnerable he was being with you. ‘I feel so dumb even admitting that but he’s done it to me before with girls I was just talking to, so the fact we’re more than that, I knew he’d jump in and do something stupid. It didn’t help that you’re not actually mine’ he muttered under his breath but you just about heard him. Tilting your head quizzically at him as he turned red in the face. ‘You know we’re not like… together officially or whatever. I wanted to ask you while we were away, you know? Make you my girl like I said I would’ EHEHEHHE HE WANTS TO MAKE HER OFFICIALLY IS

‘What are you scared of?’ You asked, laughing a little bit at how silly he was being but you were just hoping you were coming across not as nervous as you were feeling in this second. ‘You’ he laughed. ‘I really like you and I really think we could be something you know? I like us’ ‘I like us too’ you told him. Letting him take a deep breath to calm himself as you knew this was a lot for him. ‘Mase? If you did want to ask, the answer would be yes. I really like you too’ I LIKE YOU TWO TOO

‘I’ll think about it’ he laughed shyly before you lent in to kiss his cheek. ‘You haven’t poked me in the ribs yet so I wasn’t sure’ HE IS RIGHT

SHE IS ON A MISSION🤭🤭🤭

‘Claiming you. Buckle up cause this is nothing’ you winked. Kissing his lips softly again before taking your seat and staring down Carl in the process. I SCREAMED

‘I kind of have one already booked’ he told him, looking down at you with a wink and you knew he’d booked it for just the two of you. ‘I’ll see if I can get a few people added though’ IT HAD IT BOOKED FOR HERR

Then there was Mason. The beautiful boy that had slowly taken your heart and ran with it and you couldn’t believe you were finally at a place with him where things were getting serious. You’d stuck to your guns and made him wait until you were ready but the fact he’d waited around and was willing to work for you made your heart thump and as you looked up into his kind eyes you knew you’d managed to find something special with him. HE WAITED CAUSE HE LOVES YOU

‘Just me’ he whispered, his arm wrapping around further your waist so your back was to his chest but you knew you wanted more. Turning slightly in his hold to give him a quick kiss that he deepened instantly. A complete 180 to how he was acting with you a few hours before and you smiled at the realisation you were all fine again. HI BOY

‘Would you be my girlfriend?’ OMG PERFECT MOMENT TO ASK🥹🥹🥹🥹

‘Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?’ you asked shyly once you’d both gotten your breath back. Resting your hands on his chest as he fully enveloped you and the bashful look on his face made your heart flutter. UUUUUU

‘Well are you suggesting I need something to sleep in?’ You asked him cheekily and the deep blush that sprung up on his nose made you carry on. ‘Cause in my head, I didn’t see me, or you for that matter, wearing anything’ you whispered. Trying to be as sexy and sultry as you could and you saw Masons eyes darken immediately. NAUGHTYYYYY🤭

Simultaneously you both began to giggle. Thoughts of the night before flooding your mind of how you'd both finally got to explore the other like you'd been craving and it was like you could still feel his bruising grip on you hips as you rolled your body on top of his. Still felt his hand lightly gripping your throat as he slowly fucked you from behind with his body pressed against yours. His whimpers and whines ringing through your ears that had only aided in tipping you over the edge and for someone who could be so shy around you he was a dark horse when it came to pleasing you. LOOK AT THEM ALL HAPPYYY

‘Believe it buddy. No backing out now’ BUDDY

‘Yeah? I’d love to go to the beach’ you smiled. ‘You know, spend our first official day as a couple just the two of us’ YAYYYY

‘Do you think the others would mind?’‘I don’t really care if they do’ you laughed. ‘Let’s say we stayed here? We would have spent all day with just each other anyway we may as well just spend it away from here’ SHE JUST CARES ABOUT YOU

‘Not yet’ he whispered and you could see exactly why he wanted to stay here from one look in his dark eyes. ‘Please gorgeous, I won’t be able to think straight all day otherwise’ LOOK AT HIM, SO NEEDYYY

DAY OUTTTTT

OMG THEY WILL PLAY TENNISSS

‘Nope’ you winked. ‘But I picked up mini golf quickly, I’m sure you’ll be able to whip me into shape with tennis too’you laughed. Watching his eyes turn dark as he nibbled his lip but within a blink the look was gone, just a pinky blush over his cheeks and nose as he thought about that statement in a different context. ‘Why don’t we dry off, get some late lunch then head back and join them. Then I can get packed up early so I don’t have to worry about it later?’‘You’re staying with me again tonight right?’ He asked, a slight tinge of fear in his voice that maybe you couldn’t but you just smiled at him. WHAT A SILLY QUESTION MASON, OBVIOUSLY

He held your hand the whole time, not even wanting to put it down to eat as you both caught up on the few days you’d been apart. Mason eager to hear all about your event and Mason updated you on his training whilst showing you pictures of him playing tag and walking around in his little crop top that you enjoyed a lot, but your favourite thing was the beautiful smile on his face. HE IS SO TOUCHY🤭

‘All I’m saying is, I’d be careful with that one mate, she was all over me the other day when we were on that jet ski’ STOP SAYING YOUR SHITS😒

‘Oh was she yeah? See I seem to remember you being all over her, and she told me you wouldn’t leave her alone at the event so she’s not actually been around you since cause you made her uncomfortable? Pretty sure that’s what she told me’ Mason scowled and he watched Carl's face drop. GOOD BOY

You knew Manson would be able to handle things on his own but you didn’t want him to have to sit through this. Especially knowing everything you did now about Carl so without a second thought you made your way over to Mason before he could say anything else. Placing your hand on his shoulder before sitting yourself on his legs and smiling brightly at him. ‘You okay my love?’ GO AND DEFEND YOUR MAN

‘I don’t mean to be rude Carl but my boyfriend and I were hoping for a little bit of alone time’ you told him. Watching his lips purse at the words boyfriend but he recovered quickly and began to smirk at you in the cocky way he always did. MY BOYFRIEND AND I🤭

‘Shall we go back to the room then? We can start our evening early’ you winked at Mason, hoping it was obvious enough to them both as to what you were getting at and from Mason's red cheeks you could tell he’d understood. ‘Hope you and your right hand have a good night Carl’ SHE IS A BADDIE

‘Maybe a little bit’ you shrugged, letting him push you up against his door as you both giggled and when you reached around to stroke the back of his hair you felt his shoulders relax like usual. ‘I just want you to know you’ll never have to worry about him with me, okay? I’m all yours, Mount. Have been from the second I saw you strutting your stuff about in front of that camera’ I’M ALL YOURS, AND HE IS ALL YOURS

‘The truth hurts sometimes, what can I say’ you smiled. ‘How’s about you take me in your room and you can have any side of me you like’ NAUGHTY GIRL🤭🤭

LOZ??? OMG TOLD YOU THIS MIGHT AJVE BECOME MY FAVOURITE ONE AND YOU DIDNT FAIL

I JUST LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC

HIW TGEY IMMEDIATELY LOKED EACH OTHER, HOW SUPPORTIVE FREDDIE WAS, HOW SHY HE WAS WITH HER

I LOVED THE MOMENT AT HER APARTMENT, IT REMINDED ME OF WINTER SUN Y/N🤭🤭 AND I LOVWD HOW SHE JUST KISSED HIM AFTER TELLING HIM SHE WANTED TO GO SLOWLY

I LOVED THE MINI GOLF DATE, SO MASON CODED

CARL?? OMG, FELT ALL THE HATE YOU FEEL FOR THE PERSON WHO INSPIRED HIM😂 AND I HATED HIM JUST AS MUCH OF NOT MORE

I LOVED HOW GIRLY DIDNT LET HOM DO HIS DISGUSTING GAME THO

I DIDN'T LIKE HOW MASON BECAME BOPOLAR WOTH HER, SILLY BOY JUST HAD TO TELL HER🤦🏻‍♀️

BUT I LOVWD WHEN HE TOLD HER WHY HE WAS LIKE THIS AMD HOW SHE READSIRED HIM

THE DINNER AFTER THEY TALKED?? OMG, SHE WAS IN A MISSION 🤭

THE "WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?" IN FROMT OF THE SUNSET? WOW AND THEM GOING BACK AT HIS AND HER BEING ALL TEASY AND CHEEKY

THE DAY THEY SPENT TOGETHER WAS PERFECT TOO AND I LOVWD HOW SHE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING HE LIKED TOO, SO OFFERED TO GO AND PLAY TENNIS WITH THE OTHERS

THE MOMENT AT THW BAR WOTH CALR? I'D SAY HE PROBABLY UNDERSTOOD THAT HE IS MASON'S AND NOONE ELSE'S 🤭

IM SO HAPPY FOR ALL THE PICS AND TEXTS YOU PUT IN IT, CAUSE I KNOW IT WAS A BIT DONE FOR ME🫣😂 BUT GIRL SERIOUSLY WOW, THW HARD WORK YOU DID WITH THE MAGAZINE COVER AND WITH THE RESEARCH OF ALL THE PICS, THANK YOU FOR IT🩷

THIS HONESTLY IS BETTER THAN WJAT I WAS EXPECTING, SO THANK YOU FOR MAKIMG THAT LITTLE CONCEPT A WORK OF ART LIKE THIS

I FELT EVERYTHING THEY FELT AND I LOVED IT

YOU CAME BACK WITH A PROPER WORK OF ART, IM SO PROUD OF YOU, REALLY, YOU HONESTLY NEVWR FAIL TO AMAZE ME, WITH FICS, TEASERS, IDEAS, YOUR BRAIN IS A LITTLE GENIUS 🙂‍↔️

THANK YOU BESTIE, LOVE YOU, YOUR BRAIN, YOUR WRATING, EVERYTHING 🩷🩷🩷

THIS IS THE SWEETEST THANK YOU

This would honestly be nothing without you, and I’m glad you liked all the extra touches 🤭 I love fining all the pictures with you cause I feel like it makes it come life

Gonna read this over again cause I love it so much thank you so much bestie 🩷 ilyyyyyy

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Requiem

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Word Count: 5,572

Summary:

Notes: I changed a bit about Civil War-- like the Reader lives in the Tower instead of the Compound. I also changed a bit about how everything went down-- it’s been a while since I’ve seen Civil War. So please don’t be too mad about those changes.

Warnings: Angst.

Dialogue Prompts: “You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.” // “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

The soothing melody of music swarmed around you. The smooth ivory keys of the piano were cool against your fingertips. A stark contrast to the whiskey burning its way down your throat every time you paused. The calming melody being replaced by the clinking of ice against the glass; something that reminded you of your father. A comparison that brought an even darker cloud over your head.

Like father, like daughter, your mind purrs.

Clenching your teeth, you slam your glass against the smooth surface of the piano. An acidic feeling working its way up until you were able to force it back down. The action causes tears to form in your eyes and pain to flare through your chest. Images of memories long suppressed flashing through your mind as you stood. Your gait stumbled ever-so-slightly as you made your way towards the large couch in the center of the room.

You wished for nothing more than to have the memories stop. To have the past twenty-four hours erased from your mind. To go back to a time when your team, your family, was still whole; severely damaged but whole. Where you didn’t know that the people you trusted had kept something so crucial from you. From Tony. Back to a time where the image of your older brother’s haunted face wasn’t seared into your brain-- where his bright brown eyes weren’t dimmed to a hollow black.

Back to a time when your heart was whole. Where you didn’t second guess everything that had happened for the past six years of your life.

The Day Prior….

A smile pulls at your lips as you hum a soft tune against the oppressive silence of the Tower. Wanting to fill a normally joyous environment with its usual cheer. Anything to offset the darkness that had been consuming all the light that had finally worked its way into your life.

The inviting aroma of the pasta sauce wafts through your nose. A warm feeling blossoming in your chest at the memories, and the feelings, it invokes within you. It was a recipe that your dear Brucey had imparted onto you after another failed attempt by your brother to make dinner. It seemed that for all his brains, Tony couldn’t figure out how to work a stove even if his life depended on it.

Even though he could probably make one in his sleep.

You held hope that your brother would be returning today. You knew how much the Accords, and the subsequent battles, were affecting him. His already fucked up sleeping schedule became almost nonexistent. Not to mention his new diet consisting solely of leftover pizza and coffee. Hopefully a nice home cooked meal would do him some good. You also held hope that your long term girlfriend, Natasha, would be joining your brother on his return. You didn’t truly know everything that was going on with the so-called ‘Civil War’ but you were beyond glad that Natasha wasn’t on the opposite side of it. You didn’t know what you would do if you lost her too.

You still couldn’t comprehend that Steve, your Capsicle, was no longer part of the Avengers-- at least the version that the public would rally behind. Couldn’t believe that Clint had so easily followed behind him without a second glance back. That Wanda, despite all of her misgivings about your last name, would leave you too. You knew that the Accords were demanding many things from the heroes, although you didn't know the extent of everything, you didn’t see the reason for the battles that had risen because of them. Not when amendments and other legalities could still surface in the wake of such a document coming into fruition.

You understood, in part, how Steve must feel having such restrictions appear. Flashing him back to a time that you had only read in history books and heard from the drunken ramblings of your father. Where if the rules weren’t followed there would be dire consequences. You also understood that Steve wanted to protect his friend from such restrictions-- you just couldn’t understand how a man that followed various rules like they were God’s words themselves could be so flippant about something so important. Could be so callous to the wishes of millions of people and their representatives. It wasn’t the forties anymore, Steve had to come to terms with that. The world wasn’t what it used to be.

At the first sign of Steve’s rejection to the Accords, you had hoped that Tony would be able to talk him into it. Would be able to stop the conflict before it even had the chance to rise. All that hope had flown out the window after the airport. After Rhodey, your beloved wombat, had gotten crippled you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. That nothing could fix the wound that had been inflicted on Tony’s already battered heart because of it.

An event that only became that much worse because you had only been able to catch glimpses of Natasha. Seeing her briefly in the hallway of the hospital with a dark look painted on her face. You had tried to approach her but she had vanished before you even got half-way. The next, and last, time you had seen her she was speaking with Tony. An exchange that didn’t look to be on the friendliest of terms. Yet another fact that you couldn’t comprehend. As their relationship, although starting off rough, blossomed after you began dating. An understanding growing between them that you were the glue that held them together. Friendship growing from that shared bond like flowers blossoming amongst the weeds at last. Witnessing such an exchange had shocked you but you still held hope that it was simply the ramifications of the battle-- having Steve and the rest of the rogues escape must have stung. Not to mention Rhodey’s injuries pouring salt into an already gaping wound.

Your hope was the only thing getting you through.

The smell of burning tomatoes fills your nose causing you to blanche. Your brow furrowing in surprise at the unexpected smell before, with muttered curses, you realize what you had done. As quickly as you were able to, you turned the burner off and brought the pot to the sink-- wherein you dumped it unceremoniously. A petulant frown making its way across your face at the sight.

Shaking your head, you grab a hand towel and make your way around the kitchen. You knew that Tony wasn’t the pickiest of eaters but you had wanted to make his homecoming meal special. Naked pasta didn’t really get that feeling across. At least I tried.

“I guess Tony isn’t the only one who’s been frazzled by all of this,” you mutter as you toss the towel onto the counter.

“You’re still using words like frazzled, Y/N?”

The unexpected response causes you to jump in surprise. Your heart leaping in your throat as you saw the shadowed figure of your brother standing in the precipice of the room. A grin pulling at your lips at the sight.

“Yes, Anthony, I do,” you reply. “At least when I believe that you’re not around.”

“I’m hurt, Y/N/N,” Tony cries with faux hurt in his tone. His hands coming to grasp his chest with an exaggerated air. At the movement, however, you notice how stiff his movements were. Your eyes narrow as you take in his entire figure again. Noticing the slouched posture and the almost defeated air that surrounded him.

Taking a worried step forward, you couldn’t stop the fear that interlaced itself within your tone. “Tony, what happened?”

“I lost.”

If it was possible you could feel even more fear work its way through your body. Tony never admitted defeat, not since your father was alive, he felt like it was a sign of weakness. While it could get annoying at times you know that Tony didn’t mean anything malicious by it. Hearing the words fall from his lips without a hint of resistance?

It filled you with a sense of dread you hadn’t felt since the day you learned about your parents.

And when Tony finally stepped from the shadows?

It brought you back to the moment that he had told you. His body caving in on itself as he tried to hide from the world. His bright, intelligent, brown eyes turning black with the various emotions that ran through his mind. His smiling, jovial, face turning serious and grim. A contrast that you don’t think you would ever be able to stomach. You knew that Tony could be serious, when he wanted to be, but seeing him so broken? Empty? That was something you don’t think you could ever witness without feeling your own heart break because of it.

All of that combined with the bruises? You could already feel the oncoming panic before it even began.

Rushing towards your brother, you gently take his face into your hands-- noticing his slight flinch as you did so. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you gently stroke your thumb across his cheekbone.

“What the hell happened, Tony?”

Your question causes Tony to pause. As if he didn’t know what to tell you-- or how much to tell you. At the expression, your grip tightens ever-so-slightly.

“Don’t beat around the bush, Tony. Tell me what the hell happened.” You pause as an unsettled feeling wells within you. “Did Steve do this to you?”

“Y/N/N,” Tony sighs with a soft look appearing on his face. His eyes trying to desperately tell you what he couldn’t voice. What he didn’t want to voice. Without thinking you take a staggered step away from him. Your hand flying to your mouth as you try to keep your tears at bay. Not believing that man you trusted would be able to do something like this.

“Ho-” You clear your throat as the words get stuck. “How did this happen, Tony? Where was Natasha in all of this? How could she have let this happen? How could your team let this happen?”

“It wasn’t supposed to escalate,” he murmurs as he takes your hands into his. His eyes imploring you to understand. “I went to talk to Rogers and Barnes. I wanted to stop the incessant battles and finally come back together as a team. As a family.”

You take one of his bruised hands in yours. “You’re not a violent man, Tony. Not more than any of the others.” You shake your head. “Something must have happened for it to escalate to such a degree. Especially if you went there to just talk.”

Tony stiffens. “I don’t think you want to continue this conversation, Y/N.”

“Yes, I do. I want to know how a man that praises himself on his honor could attack you in such a way. I want to know what caused you to fight in the first place.” You squeeze Tony’s hand. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Tones. You don’t have to protect me from everything. I’m dating a former KGB agent after all.”

Tony winces at the reminder but you try not to read too much into it. His eyes shifting downwards as he gripped your hand in his. “They didn’t attack me, Y/N/N.” He pauses as he forces himself to continue. To tell you the awful truth of what happened. “I attacked them.”

“What?” You ask with a horrified expression. “Why would you do that?”

He seems to shrink even more because of your tone. “I learned some things. Things that I should have known from the beginning.” His head lowers once more as his voice drops to a whisper. “Things you should have known from the beginning.”

You shake your head as you try to understand. “What could have been so bad that it caused you to attack one of your greatest friends? To do so when you went with the simple understanding of a truce?”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think we need to sit down for this, Y/N.”

Before you could react, Tony was pulling you out of the kitchen and towards the sitting area of the Tower-- the dinner you had made completely forgotten on the island.

You didn’t think you had much of an appetite anyways.

Tugging at your hand, Tony settles on the couch with you at his side. His expressive brown eyes staring into yours as he mulled over his next words.

When the silence became too much, you couldn’t stop the desperate plea that fell from your lips. “Just tell me, Tony. Please.”

He nods, his body straightening and his shoulders stiffening. He looked like a man prepared for battle that didn’t let anything in this world get to him. If it wasn’t for the pained expression on his face you would believe that to be so.

“As you know I went to Siberia to meet with Rogers and Barnes. I wanted to wipe the slate clean between us. To bring both sides back together again. We need to be united if we have any chance of protecting Earth.” Sighing, Tony shakes his head as if to redirect himself. “During the conversation a video began playing.”

“A video?” You question with a small frown furrowing your brow.

“Yes,” Tony murmurs. “A video that was created on December 16, 1991.”

All color drained from your face at the revelation. An almost static buzzing taking over your surroundings as you tried to comprehend what Tony told you. Your eyes watering at the knowledge of what must have been on that video. You didn’t have to hear the rest to know that much. Didn’t have to look farther than Tony’s haunted expression. Or the simple fact of the date you hated more than anything becoming a reality once more. Yet another nightmare working its way into your reality. You just foolishly believed you had finally gotten past this one already.

Closing your eyes, you try to stem the oncoming flow of tears. Your voice coming out strained because of your efforts. “Did he know?”

There was another moment of silence.

“Yes.”

This time you knew your heart had broken-- possibly is much easier to handle than actually. You didn’t want to believe that Steve had kept something from you for so long. Something that he had no right keeping from either you or Tony. Even if it was to protect his friend. You had the right to know what happened to your parents.

At the soft touch to your cheek, you open your eyes to meet Tony’s pained gaze. You knew that Tony had never been close to your father, you hadn’t either, but you knew that Tony never wanted anything bad to happen to him. Much less have anything happen to your mother. Knowing that an accident hadn’t been the cause. Knowing that someone you trusted abetted their murderer. Someone you knew had been connected with each one of Tony’s old teammates in one way or another.

It was a thought that caused your heart to break even more.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you beg with tears streaming down your cheeks. By the look in Tony’s eyes you knew he understood what you were asking. What you were begging him to not be true. “Please tell me that she didn’t know.” You lower your head as a sob erupts from your mouth. “Please tell me that I didn’t just lose her too.”

Tony wrapping his arms around you was all the answer you needed. Keens falling from your lips as your new reality finally sunk in. Clinging to your brother in the dark with sobs punctuating the silence. Filling the usually joyous space with pain and grief. The darkness finally took over the light.

With your heart irreparably shattered.

And your hope forever crushed.

You had lost track of how long you had stayed in Tony’s arms. Your tears coming and going like tidal waves. The arrival of Pepper hadn’t surprised you in the slightest. You knew that your brother and her had a lot to work through, but you no one could deny the love they held for one another. Nor could you refute the loyalty that Pepper showed to the Stark family. So you weren’t surprised when Tony’s well muscled arms were replaced by slim ones. When his masculine scent was replaced by soothing floral.

You had simply burrowed further into Pepper’s arms and allowed yourself to grieve. Allowed the pain to flow from you like a constant stream. A never ending river that you didn’t know if you could save yourself from drowning in.

However, the refuge you found within Pepper’s embrace was short lived. You knew that you were being selfish by keeping her all to yourself. That you were ignoring Tony’s pain for the sake of your own. A thought that causes your stomach to turn even more. You knew that you had to be by yourself, at least for a little while, so Tony could have his own haven. So Tony could begin to grieve too.

With great effort you had pulled yourself from Pepper’s warmth and gestured towards the silent figure of your brother. You didn’t have to speak to get the message across of where you wanted Pepper to be. You simply stood, fighting back the need to collapse, and began making your way towards the elevator. You knew that the type of comfort Pepper would provide Tony would be quite different from the type she gave you.

Even as you stepped into the elevator and the doors began closing, you could hear the soft murmurs of their voices. The loving lilt you could discern even from the distance you were at. It filled you with a numbing sense of warmth. You had never been more happy for someone being in your life than at that moment. You didn’t want to imagine what would have happened to Tony if he didn’t have Pepper.

Just like you didn’t want to imagine your life without Natasha.

Even though you knew you had to.

It is the reality that you were living in. A nightmare that had finally caught up with you after so long.

As real as the pain in your chest.

As real as the pounding of your skull.

And as real as the glass of whiskey you were going to have to numb it all.

Present….

At the memories, you bury your head into your hands. Trying to stop your heart from breaking even more. There was only so much you could take before you finally lost it. Stifling a groan, you settle back onto the couch and stare at the half empty whiskey decanter situated on the glass table. Wondering if your head, and throat, could take any more of the punishment the amber liquid provided. Your fingers twitching at your sides to pour yourself another glass but you refrained.

You were not about to drown all of your problems with alcohol-- even if you wanted nothing more than to do so.

Letting loose a low groan, you flop your head back against the couch. Your eyes screwing shut as you tried to ignore the growing feeling of numbness that was settling over you. A numbness that was tinged with fire. A feeling that you were beyond scared to feel once more. You hadn’t felt this type of emotion since you had first heard that your parents were dead. Hadn’t felt this growing feeling of anger being off-set by the hollowness of grief in such a long time. You had no idea what to do.

All you did know was that you wanted it to stop.

You wanted it all to stop-- at least for a moment.

Of course, you wouldn’t be a Stark if anything ever went your way. The sound of approaching footsteps rectified that fact. You automatically recognized the graceful gait. A gait that you would only hear if its owner wished you to.

You didn’t know how you felt about that.

Without opening your eyes, you speak. “What do you want Natasha?”

At your words the footsteps disappear, but you knew that she hadn’t stopped moving. Not when you felt a familiar presence settle itself in front of you. Her warmth radiating off of her like a furnace. Something that you would normally relish in. Now it only made you want to get away as fast as you were able.

“Can you open your eyes and look at me, Y/N?”

You almost refused to acknowledge her soft request. Almost turned away from her completely but you couldn’t. Not when she still controlled your heart the way she did. So, with a soft sigh, you open your eyes and are surprised by what you see. Natasha’s green eyes staring at you with tears shimmering within their depths. Her normally luminescent skin a chalky white that caused the dark circles under her eyes to stand out. Her red hair is thrown into a messy bun on the top of her head. It was a sight that caused your heart to lurch-- even if you cursed yourself because of it. Natasha looked tortured. The pain written across her face, her completely open face, a clear indicator.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you try to figure out what to do. You knew that Natasha still held the reins to your heart. That she more than likely always would. But this betrayal, this deceit, wasn’t something you could just look over. Not like you had done with the whole Natalie Rushman debacle. There were only so many lies you could bear before everything came tumbling down.

“Why are you here?” You finally settle on after another beat of silence. Your question rings out across the expanse of space between you. Your gaze never wavering from her emerald green.

Natasha frowns. “Why do you think I’m here? I’m here to make things right between us.”

You scoff, feeling your anger begin to scorch through your body. “Make things right? Make things right?” You stand as the last part of your statement turns shrill. Your eyes blazing with indignation as you stared down at her. “How the hell do you think you can make things right? After what you did? After what you kept from me?”

Following your lead, Natasha stands and tries to move towards you. An action that you quickly move away from as you move back over towards the piano. At your clear dismissal, Natasha wrings her hands together. An almost panicked look beginning to work its way across her face. “I know, Y/N, I know what I did was wrong, I do, but I thought what I was doing was right. I thought I was protecting my family,” Natasha pleads. “I didn’t think it would escalate like this.”

A sardonic laugh falls from your lips. “Didn’t think?” You shake your head, another laugh erupting from your mouth. “You didn’t think that it would escalate like it has? How else would it have fucking happened? You thought that everything would be all hunky-dory after what you did? Really? You know better than that Natasha. I know you do.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Natasha cries. “I know that I fucked up but I didn’t think Steve would react like this. I didn’t think so many people would have gotten hurt in the process. If I had known I would have never let them go.”

Silence.

Complete and total silence falls over the room at her admission. The same buzzing feeling making its way through your ears as you stare at her. Your brain working overtime to comprehend what Natasha had just admitted to you.

Taking a step back, you stare at her with an appalled expression. “What?”

Natasha, seemingly not understanding your confusion, takes a small step towards you. A frown marring her beautiful face. “I didn’t think letting them go would result in all of this.” She runs a hand through her hair-- destroying the bun she had kept it in. “I didn’t think it would destroy you like this. That it would hurt you the way it has. I’m so sorry, lyubov moya.”

“You let them go?” You ask, needing confirmation. Needing to hear her say it again. “You let them go?”

Lowering her head, Natasha seems to wilt. As if she was finally just realizing that she had said the wrong thing. That the true cause of your misery, at your anger towards her, was still an enigma. “Yes,” she whispers. “I let them go.”

Shaking your head, you take another step away from her, your eyes watering once more at the truth that was so obvious for so long. That you had been blinded from for too long. “I’ve never really known you have I?”

Her head snaps up to stare at you at the question. A horrified expression crossing her face as she finally realized how much damage had been inflicted. Emerald green eyes shining with even more suppressed tears as she begged you to understand. “Of course you know me, Y/N. You’re the only one that has ever truly known me. I’ve given my everything to you. Please tell me how I can fix this. Tell me how I can repair us.”

“There’s no fixing this, Natasha. Rhodey is crippled because of your decision to let the rogues go. Tony’s best friend is crippled because of you. He trusted you, believed in you, and you did this? I know that they’re your family, Natasha, I do. But they were ours too. Did you really think that Tony would let them be second-rate citizens forever? Did you really think that we wouldn’t do everything in our power to protect them?” A self deprecating smile flashes across your face. You already knew that answer to all of them. “Of course you didn’t. You didn’t believe that the egomaniacal Starks could save the day. That we wouldn’t just wait for the easy way out and be done with it.”

“No, lyubov moya,” Natasha denies immediately. “I would never think such things about you or Tony. Not anymore. Not since I’ve been able to see what lies beneath the masks. I could understand Steve’s plight. I knew that no matter what you or Tony did it wouldn’t be enough to save them. That Ross and the others would do everything in their power to muzzle us. That’s why I let them go. I couldn’t imagine someone being on the same leash I had been on.”

“Is that why you kept the true cause of my parents death from me? To save them?”

A shocked look passes over Natasha’s face at your question-- a small flinch appearing at the ire strewn within each syllable.

“Steve didn’t tell you?”

A bark of laughter erupts from your mouth. “Of course, your precious Steve didn’t tell me. Why the fuck would Rogers tell me anything that didn’t pertain to him being the golden boy? He’s Captain America. We wouldn't want him to lose that spotless repertoire.” You take a small step towards her. Your eyes turn acidic as your voice lowered into a snarl. “But it doesn’t matter that he didn’t tell me. You should have been the one to do so. You. The same woman that has shared my bed for years. The same woman that has made me look like a fool for years because I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“And what’s that, Y/N? What has been right in front of you this whole time?”

“That I don’t know who you are anymore, Natasha.” You stifle the urge to sob at the look that passes over her face at the admission. “That you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

As if you had physically struck her, Natasha stumbled back. Her face, if possible, turning even paler than you had ever seen it. “What have they been telling you?”

Turning your head, your eyes find the decanter filled with amber. Wishing that you had a glass in your hand. Wanting nothing more than to stop this conversation in its tracks. To simply open your arms and accept Natasha back. To let your heart open up once more to her. There was nothing more that you wanted-- even if you knew it could never be a possibility.

“You may have left the Red Room behind, Natasha.” You begin with a small, dejected, sigh falling from your lips. Your gaze meeting hers once more. “But the Red Room has never left you. Nor will it ever leave you. I know that you’re more than the red in your ledger. I believe that more strongly than you could ever possibly know. No matter how much I wish otherwise, however, you will always be a spy. That’s how you were trained to be. That’s how you were raised and nothing can ever negate that. I’m not saying you’re a double agent, Natasha, I’m not. I just don’t think you’ve ever truly been on our side. I think that the bond you have with Steve, with the others, will always be stronger than the bond you have with us. They’re soldiers, survivors, heroes.” A small smile quirks your lips. “Hell some of them are even spies too. While I’m just an heiress with a lot of daddy issues. With an older brother that sometimes goes over the top. I don’t blame you for choosing them. I don’t blame you for staying true to who you are. I just don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

“Y/N/N,” Natasha pleads. Emerald eyes desperate as she took a small step towards you. Her entire being wilting as you took a step back. A normally impassive face losing its internal battle as tears started to flow down her face. A small sob falling from her lips as she realized that she had lost you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

At the sight of her tears, you finally lose your own internal struggle. Moving towards her and taking her into your arms. Trying to ignore how right it felt to have her there. Trying to ignore the feeling of her tears hitting your skin. Of her heavy breathing as she tried to control herself. The almost desperate way she was clinging onto you. For she knew the moment she let go you would be gone.

Lowering your head, you press a small kiss to the top of her head. Your arms tightening around her as you said a silent goodbye.

“I’m sorry too, Natasha. I’m sorry it’s turned out like this.” Pulling back, you cup her face in your hands. Fighting back even more tears as she nuzzled into the embrace. Emerald green shimmering with her pain. You offer a watery smile towards her. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Another sob escapes her lips. “I would go to jail for the rest of my life if it still meant I had you.”

“I don’t think I would ever be able to live with myself if you went to jail because of me, Natasha.”

“And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live with myself knowing that I’m the reason I lost the love of my life.”

Not knowing what else to do, you pull Natasha back into your arms. Memorizing the feel of her body pressing into yours. Her scent wafting through your nose-- the feeling of home coming with it. The strength she exuded even when she was nuzzled into your neck. Her arms never wavering from your waist as she returned your embrace. Knowing that this was possibly the last time you would ever get to hold her filled you to the brim with anguish.

After another moment passes, you finally step back from Natasha. Gently pulling her arms from around you as she tried to hold on. Your eyes meeting her agonized emerald.

“I love you, Y/N,” she murmurs.

“I love you too, Nat,” you murmur back. “I think I always will.”

Glancing towards the clock situated on the wall, you finally notice the time. Without turning back to her, you speak. “It’s around the time that Tony will be getting up, Natasha. I think you should leave now while you still have the chance.”

There was a beat of silence. Where, for a moment, you thought that Natasha wouldn’t leave. That she was going to stay resolutely in front of you. Her warmth caressing your body like a blanket.

That moment didn’t last long. As the warmth slipped from you like water through your fingers. Your eyes closing at the painful feeling the chill caused. The loneliness that was pressing down onto you. Something that only doubled when you heard the faint ding of the elevator.

The only proof of her presence being the faint scent of her and the pain in your chest.

Opening your eyes, you level your gaze back towards the decanter.

One more drink wouldn’t hurt.

Not if it meant you could suppress everything that has happened.

If it meant you wouldn’t see her face every time you closed your eyes.

Anything would be better than the pain.

Even if you had to be numb to achieve it.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #black widow #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanov #avengers civil war #stark reader #requiem

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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(Hi, me again. I’m checking up on Virgil because it’s been a while and I have to make sure he isn’t dead in a ditch or something (That was a joke).)

Hi Virgil. How are you doing today? I brought lentil and lemon soup. (I swear I just keep bringing food as peace offerings and it’s amusing to me. Like here have some soup, please don’t be in a bad mood.) Anyway you seemed very distraught when we last talked so I hope that you’re feeling better.

*waits until he’s finished talking*

*awkwardly bounces side to side while trying to think of something to say*

Did you know that bats are the only mammal that can fly. Or that wombats are the only animal whose poop is cube-shaped and that they stack the cubes to mark their territory. Or that cows don’t actually have four stomachs, they have just one stomach with four compartments. Or that tigers’ stripes are on their skin as well as their fur. Also, no two fur patterns are the same.

That probably enough fun facts for now. I’m going to hang around for a bit, let me know if I’m bothering you.

*floats to the kitchen and begins making pasta*

Glow Eyes

The coffee table was so overfilled with empty wrappers and cigarettes you barely found any place to set the soup bowls down on. All of the blinds in the apartment were down making it hard to see anything at all. Emo music was playing, some classic breakup songs from Brand new.

Virgil laid curdled up on the couch. His hands stuck between his thighs and his head sunk into a grease stained pillow. His natural blonde roots had grown out so his hair was only half black.

His eye, red from exhaustion, darted to you since you were the only thing in the room that moved. He made a motion as if to move before his muscles went relaxed again.

"Hi ghost fucker" He muttered out as a greeting. He didn't sound angry at least "I feel like shit"

He struggled to reach out and grab an almost empty cigarette package laying on the table. He lit one of the cigs and watched as the smoke slowly rose up to the ceiling. The fan was making this constant whirring sound.

"I called one of those helplines today" He gave you a look "I know. I called someone! On the phone! Amazing. Praise worthy....My bar is so fucking low this is stupid. It was a helpline for people don't wanna be abusive anymore. I wasn't whining to some poor actual psych don't worry"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose while tapping on the cig so the ash fell directly next to where you were hovering. You thought he looked a bit skinnier than the last time you saw him.

"I don't think I need to tell you what I was angry about. You can probs guess. It was like for a second I could see myself from outside my body and I realized WOW I'm acting like a total freak and i'm walking right down the path to starting a wonderful career of stalking. So I uh just kinda sat my ass down on the floor and I let the nice lady on the helpline sit with me until I had...calmed down...Or like..I wasn't a danger to anyone anymore" He sighed "This is so stupid. Normal people don't see calling a helpline to not go and harass their ex an improvement. But normal people don't have to deal with their eX BEING A USELESS WHORE EITHER WHO RUNS OFF AND LEAV-"

Virgil took a deep and dragged his nails down his cheeks.

"I should stop babbling"

The lone ash tray on the table was already overfilled with ash so he put the cig out against a chocolate wrapper. A groan left his lips as he dragged himself up to a sitting position. As you began to tell him a bunch of facts he took the bowl of soup and stirred a spoon around in it. He only ate a few spoonfuls of it.

"Hey that's not true! bats aren't the only mammal that flies! That Janus shithead can fly as well! When I push him off a building!"

He chuckled to himself at the mental image of it before going back to listening to you.

"So what you're saying is that tiger stripes are like snowflakes. huh"

The soup bowl was still half full when he sat it aside before looking at you as you bopped up and down in the air. He wordlessly picked up the stress ball you had given him a few weeks back and threw it directly at you. It flew right through you and bounced on the wall behind you. He caught it mid air.

"I need to dye my hair" Was all he said before getting up and going to the bathroom.

You floated over to the kitchen to make pasta. A buzzing type of sound came from the other room, probably a razor. The sink was filled with dirty dishes and you had to summon your own package of pasta to cook.

After a while Virgil came back out to the kitchen. He had on a silly pair of matching boxers and tank top with goofy bats on them. There was also a lot of stains on them from other hair dying attempt.

"Remy made them for me" He muttered out as a sort of explanation.

He'd shaved his hair down, only leaving a sort of mini mohawk in the middle. It was soaked in dark purple dye and had to blend into the hair for half an hour before he could go and shower the extra dye out.

The pasta had turned soft in the water. A heavy sigh left Virgil as he looked around at the mess in the kitchen, as well as in the rest of the apartment. He knew he had to deal with it someday. For now he sat down on the cold kitchen floor and picked at mosquito scars on his legs.

"It's so fucking quiet all the time. I kinda wish a meteor would blow up somewhere near so it at least wasn't this quiet anymore" He hit the back of his head against the wall "I miss the stupidest things. It feels so weird to stumble over something and not have Remy laugh. Or like not have them complain when I leave my socks in the bed. I even miss the constant smell of their favorite type of coffee. I complained so much about that smell when they were still here!"

Your eyes glowed orange which only made him rub his eyes in annoyance.

"You don't even speak back to me! It's- It- It feels like nothing I say even matters if Remy isn't here to listen! I have no one to talk to! I've tried talking to myself or fucking- I even tried writing shit down but they-" His voice cracked "They're not here"

You put the finished pasta on a plate and sat it down on the floor next to him. After a bit of rolling his eyes and groaning he took the food, without thanking you.

"It's not like anyone but Remy is gonna bother keeping up with my shit anyway.....People usually have friends at this age don't they...I know I'm a shithead....Oh fuck. Janus has friends!! Am I more of a shithead than Janus??? FUCk I'm bad."

He sniffled into the fabric of his tank top and continued to eat quietly. The fork suddenly fell onto the floor as he shot his arms out.

"I feel like I'm going insane! Just going around my apartment without anyone to hear me! Just going between this shithole and my work and back over again!!"

The urge to throw the plate into the wall was filling his brain but instead he shot the stress ball against the floor over and over while stabbing the not very sharp cutlery knife into the floor tiles.

"Do you wanna go somewhere? I think I need to leave my place more. Ugh but people.....I hate people...It is easier to talk to fellow gays I guess but I think I would die if I tried going to a bar without my- without Remy. Aquarium? Aquariums are usually quiet right? Or a library? I dunno I just need some air and a distraction 'cause I constantly want to break literally everything around me including other people every time I remember how much I miss Remy which is like every second sooo"

#glow eyes #thanks for the ask <3 #poor shithead mew mew

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echo-hiraeth · 4 years

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I Blame What Happens Every Time We’re Under Neon Lights - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Summary: Based off of the Wombats’ Emoticons

Warnings:Sexual undertones, bit of angst

Masterlist

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ulyMmII2sodFnQXeRF6DF?si=ANkrr4TVRPyT_loAArG0XA

It was never supposed to go this far. But yet here he was for the fourth time this week, just to see you. All eyes were on you and how could they not have been, you were intoxicatingly beautiful. He’d even bought a new suit and tie for you, just to see if you’d notice, just to see if you’d care. The poor man didn’t know what gotten into him and he was in way too deep now. His first visit here was on Statesman business, he’d needed some questions about a certain suspect answered. You talked to him, coaxing him back for more with your saccharine smile and twinkling eyes. He came back the next day, pretending to ask more questions, but really he just wanted to talk to you again, something about the way you’d spoken to him the night before urging him to want more.

One thing led to another and now he was here almost every night. While most guys kept their eyes on the main stage, he kept a look out for you. He’d tense up when men would grab at you, thinking it appropriate seeing the setting. Even strip clubs had morals and rules however and not touching waitresses was certainly one of them.

“Mister Whiskey”, you greeted him, notebook and some loose dollar bills perched under your bare arm. “What can I get you for tonight?”

“How ‘bout one on the rocks and half an hour alone with you”, he quipped back, slightly tipping his hat.

There was that deliciously seductive curl of those lips again. He was in for a treat, the way you did your hair and make-up not lost on him. But it was sinful, absolutely wrong. It didn’t stop him from heading to the smaller room though, leaning against the wall as he awaited your arrival. As soon as you walked in he had his hands on you, pulling you flush against him. You let out a low chuckle as you spun around to face him, handing him the glass of scotch.

“Need another testimony mister Whiskey?”, you cooed, fingers playing with the end of his tie.

He pulled you closer, caressing your cheek as he downed the drink. “Tell me darling, how long are you gonna keep doing this to me?”

You pressed your mouth to his neck, lavishing it in kisses and bites, dragging your tongue over the sensitive skin. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“It’s tough to stay objective, baby”, he grunted, “with your tongue abseiling down my neck.”

“Oh come on cowboy, I can give you a good time..”, you purred, teasingly nibbling at his ear.

He shifted a bit, trying to regain his composure and quite frankly conceal his arousal. “Now that’s a bulletproof offer I can’t accept.”

You smirked against the skin of his throat, licking up his bobbing Adam’s apple. “How so? Use your words pretty boy.”

“It’s tough to maintain focus, baby..”, he groaned, putting his hands on your hips.

“I missed you, Jack.. Let me have you.. please”, you whined, playing with the buckle on his belt.

His hands grabbed a hold of yours, stopping your motions. “You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew, sugar.”

His words were playful but stung nonetheless. You took a step back to look him over, panting, slacks tightened around his groin, eyes dark with longing and lust. “You don’t want me anymore?”, you asked, scared of whatever reply he would fire back.

“It’s tough to feign indifference baby”, he murmured, taking a step towards you once again, the LED lights casting his golden brown skin in a blue hue. You grabbed onto his tie once again, both of you looking down at the thing. “Now I’m spending all the money I have, trying to impress you’s kinda driving me mad..”

His mouth was mere inches from yours, breath tickling your own lips as he stood there. “I-I blame what happens every time we’re under neon lights”, you breathed, closing your eyes as you crashed your lips to his.

It had felt so real and genuine, but he knew better. This was your job, this what you were trained to do, make poor vulnerable men fall for you and spend their money, he just never actually imagined he’d actually fall for it – you. He wanted nothing more for it to be real, for an angel like you to feel what he’d been feeling, to choose him, but he was no fool.

Or so he thought.

You’d been cross with yourself ever since he set foot in the place, his aura and personality just plain irresistible for whatever reason. He really did light up a room with that damned smirk, and stupid hat. He’d been coming here for weeks, with a new excuse every week. He’d pull you aside in that room, asking you those darn questions you couldn’t care less about until one night you decided to make a move, he’d reciprocated, sliding you a fifty dollar bill after. That had ripped you apart, to think that he saw you as a service rather than a person. Though tonight he was seemingly upset and rather vocal about it and you couldn’t help but suspect what had been playing in his own mind.

He pulled away, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. “And it’s everything I want... and nothing I can keep.”

You sighed, cupping his face in both hands as you looked straight at him. “Behind these metaphors, I want you literally.”

His pupils dilated at your confession, hands pulling you up against his chest as he smashed his lips on yours again. It was a hungry kiss, supposed to last forever and make up for any and all lost time. His eager fingertips made their way under your uniform, desperate to touch you there. You pushed his hands away slowly, turning your head to catch your breath before speaking. “Let’s get out of here.”

He smirked again, pushing you up against the wall, pressing a string of open-mouthed kisses to your jaw. “But I like it here so much I might stay.”

After that night you promptly followed him home, straight into his bed, as you did many nights after that one. Until eventually the two of you had established your feelings towards one another. You’d offered to quit your job, but Jack was more than happy for you to keep it, never shy when it came to other men. They could look but not touch as if they did... well let’s just say he’d shown them some manners. Your shifts usually ended in a heated make-out session in that one room, neon lights flickering above you as you confessed your love and adoration for one another with the touch of your lips and hands. It was electric and you were insatiable, Jack Daniels was it for you, he was all you’d ever need.

#jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #statesman #pedro pascal #oneshot

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solarwindswriting · 4 years

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Oh, The Places You’ll Go

Chapter 6

First Chapter / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Loosely inspired by the song Greek Tragedy by the Wombats

Pairing: Scotty x FemalePresenting!Reader

Word Count: 1802

Summary: Y/n and Scotty get to know each other better over a late night cup of tea.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: I mentioned it in a separate post, but something came up recently that has taken my will to write fluff like this right out of me. So sorry, but since this is the last prewritten part I have, I’m going to take a bit of a break. Thank you guys for understanding!

Tags: @mournthewicked @damalseer

Scotty had finished his prep for the away mission after his break with Y/n, Sara, and Keenser. That was the first time in about 10 years since he’s danced, let alone with someone else. It took him twice as long to finish preparing as he got lost in his thoughts. How Y/n’s hands held so tight to his, or how her hips swayed to the music, or how laughter fell from her lips like the song of fairies on the Scottish hillside. Scotty shook his head as he walked into the mess hall. Grabbing a tray, he looked around the room to see who was there. He saw Y/n sitting with a group of the younger crew, he’d hate to be the oldest one sitting there. He finally saw Spock and Bones eating at a table in the corner. On his way, he hears Y/n say something rather enthusiastically.

“Fine! Yes, I like Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott in an unprofessional way.” she laughs.

He makes eye contact with Sara who was facing him, Y/n soon turning to see him as well. Y/n jumps up and leaves before he can say anything. Sara follows her soon after stopping in front of him.

Sara’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, trying to find the right words. “If what I saw earlier is true, you need to tell her.”

His brow still stitched together, he sits with Bones and Spock.

“Oh, good. Someone who can settle this debate...” Bones starts.

Scotty mindlessly eats his food as the two commanders continue to debate about whether a certain civilization is ready for the first contact or not. He finishes his food about 30 minutes later, getting up to leave.

“Woah, Scotty, you’re not even going to add a story about your grandmother?” Bones asks.

“Ah, not tonight, gotta prepare for tomorrow,” he lies, leaving the mess hall without another word.

Scotty goes to deck 5 to go to bed. But before he realized it, he’s knocking on someone's door.

***

Y/n opens the door, shocked to see Scotty standing there, bright red cheeks and all.

“Um, can I help you?” Y/n squeaks out, pulling the robe tightly around her body.

“Ay, lassie, can I come in?” He asks with a slight cough coming up.

“It’s sort of late, shouldn’t you be in bed?” She starts. “We have a pretty big mission tomorrow, after all.”

“ I couldn’t help but overhear what you said in the mess hall and thought I ought to come to talk to you,” Scotty almost whispers, looking at the ground.

“No need. I know you don’t feel that same. I’m fine with leaving it at that. Have a goodnight, Lieutenant Commander.” Y/n steps back to close the door, when Scotty sticks out his foot, preventing it from doing so.

“Lassie, will you just listen for just a minute?” He looks at her in the eyes finally.

She steps to the side, lifting her arm, motioning for him to come in. He looks around her personal quarters. Shelves littered with nick nacks from all over the galaxy, and books with worn spines in languages he couldn’t recognize.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? A beer?” She asks, walking to her replicator.

“Tea sounds nice,” he mutters, looking around still.

On the wall hung four certificates; two bachelors in biology and physics, certification in the handling of hazardous material, and training for command of a ship. He walks up to the mall table with two chairs and takes a seat. On the table sat a bowl of fruit and a framed photo of younger-looking y/n, and Sara, an older woman that looks shockingly like Y/n except with completely black iris’, and a dog at what looks like a fair.

Y/n sets a mug in front of Scotty, and peers at the photo. Scotty notices how her hand shakes as she sets down the mug.

“That was from my first year in the academy, back when I thought I was going to be a captain of my very own starship,” Y/n hums to herself, shaking her head side to side softly, taking a seat across from Scotty. “So, go ahead, you have a minute.”

“You have a dog?” Scotty procrastinates the topic as long as he can.

“Yeah, he belongs to my mom. Full bred German Shepard. Why she insisted he be full-bred, I’ll never know. He’s the dumbest creature in all the galaxy though.” She pauses before continuing, “You’re deflecting.”

Scotty takes a deep breath and sips from his mug before starting. “Now, lassie, I’ve been doing this job a very long time. And I threw myself even deeper into it once I thought I’d never find someone to spend my spare time with. I even tried a few times, getting out there and doing the whole dating thing. With this line of work though, there were times when I simply couldn’t be there like I should have been and I hurt those I care deeply about. But I’ve got to be honest with ye, I canne stop thinking about you. And I truly thought myself selfish. You’re so much younger than me, you see. I assumed you’d never think the same of me, some old man who works in engineering. But then we started to have tea most evenings, and I let myself lean into getting to know you, which just made things worse for me.” Scotty chuckles, sipping from the mug, looking anywhere but Y/n.

Y/n noted how his words became thicker with his accent the longer we went on and how he said that all in seemingly one breath. She didn’t know how to respond, that was the last thing she had expected him to say. So she stayed silent, sipping from her mug, waiting to see if he had anything left to say.

“Wait, you were training to become a captain? Well, that explains the odd Starfleet insignia you wear.” Scotty chuckles looking at the woman he was pretending he didn’t just admit his feelings to.

Y/n looks at him confused, shaken by his sudden shift in demeanor and topic.

“I um, yes. But I don’t see how that pertains to what we’re talking about,” she looks at him, head tilting and eyebrows stitching together.

Y/n, quite frankly, didn’t know what to say. She just looks at him for a good long while.

“Should I go, lassie?” Scotty starts to stand up.

Y/n stands, letting go of her death grip on her robe, and grabs his hand.

“You’re much better with words than I am, Montgomery. And I think you think I’m much younger than I am,” her words come out rushed, almost as quickly as her heart is beating.

“How old are you?” Not until now does he realize he never found out her age.

“I’m 29,” she chuckles.

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed a day over 24,” Scotty speaks, almost shocked.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Y/n chuckles out before looking up at him with hope filled eyes. “Does that mean you’ll stay and finish your tea?”

Scotty smiles and sits back down, “I’ll stay as long as you’d like, Y/n.”

“I think that unwise, Lieutenant Commander. We do still have a mission to attend to tomorrow.” She chuckles out, sitting back down, herself.

Only now did Scotty notice her robe had fallen open to reveal a strawberry speckled nightie. Shifting slightly in his seat, he averts his gaze, sipping from his cup, and notices something interesting in the photo.

“Oh! I’m sorry, should I go change?” Y/n asks, slightly uncomfortably.

“No, no, it’s fine, lass.” He hums, reaching for the photo to take a closer look.

He squints at the ruby ring on Y/n’s left hand in the photo.

“Were you once married, Y/n?” Scotty asks inquiringly.

Y/n chokes on her tea, coughing to catch her breath. That’s not a question someone had asked her in a long time.

“Um, almost,” she coughs, still clearing out her throat.

“What happened?” He looks to his right, so he can make eye contact with her.

“She, um, wasn’t a very good person and I wasn’t doing great when I was with her. Took me almost getting married and dozens of people telling us we were too young to finally realize it though.” Y/n sighs, finishing her tea and placing the mug in the little sink.

“Ah, I see,” Scotty responds, setting the picture down. “Sorry, for asking.”

“No, it’s fine. I should expect people to ask when I have a photo of me wearing an engagement ring for everyone to see.” She says, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Scotty stands up with his mug, walking to one of the shelves filled with books, and scans the spines. He likes to think of himself as a reader, but he never reads things in different languages. He barely knew other earth languages, not to mention any alien ones. Sure, he picked up a few phrases, but that was it. He notices how many series of books there were among the singles. He reaches for a thin book that was in English as he sips his tea. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. He looks over his shoulder as Y/n, eyebrow raised. Y/n was now leaned up against the wall her bed was propped against, legs crossed, robe discarded, and blanket on her lap.

“Isn’t this book for young girls and hopeless romantics?” Scotty questions, sliding the book back into its place on the shelf.

“Until a few moments ago, you thought I was both,” she chuckles.

Scotty finished his tea, placing the mug into the sink like Y/n had done just a minute before.

“I should probably leave. We have a big day tomorrow lassie.” Scotty turns to Y/n.

Y/n stands and follows Scotty to the door. He turns around before opening the door and sees she didn’t put her robe back on. He willed himself to look at only her face. She leaned in, placing her hands on his shoulder, and kiss’ him on the cheek. Before she can pull away, he gently places his hand on her lower back, pulling her in for a kiss on the lips.

Time seems to stop for only a moment. The only thing in the galaxy that mattered to him was her in this moment. Y/n, with her soft lips, her silky nighty, and her soft grip on his shoulders. The moment ended just as quickly as it had started.

“Goodnight, lassie,” He smiles, still holding her close.

“Goodnight, Monty,” Y/n breaths out before stepping away from him.

I made a Spotify playlist to go along with the story since I use music a good bit. There will be music from unpublished chapters though. So listen at your own risk.

#scotty x reader #montgomery scott x reader #montgomery scott aos #montgomery scott imagine #star trek aos #solarwindswriting

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[fanfic] Love Is In The Cards: Chapter 2

Title: Love Is In The Cards Characters: Shark, Ryuu||Ships: Shark x Durbe, Ryuu x Io Chapters: 2-??||Words: 1,612||Total: 3,228 Genre: Drama, Romance||Rated: G Prompt: zexal10thanniversary; Zexal Week 2021, day #1, “A Parallel Self” Notes: For the purposes of this story, BKCBL & Zexal take place in the same universe. This is about three or four years post-canon for Zexal and in the middle of season one for BKCBL. Also, the Barians still retain some of their powers. Summary: It’s almost Durbe’s birthday and Shark wants to find a nice place to take him. So he heads up to Binan to check it out. He’s going to find a lot more than hot springs and places to eat.

The Kurotama Bathhouse wasn't the most elegant or beautiful that Shark had ever seen in his life. In point of fact, it was somewhat plain. But the building was clearly well taken care of and the owner, a tall and strong red-haired man who vaguely reminded Shark of Gauche, greeted his companions in a way that said they were well-known to one another.

"Yumoto's off with Wombat somewhere," the older man told Naruko and Zaou as they entered with Shark. "Don't know how long he'll be gone." His eyes flicked over to Shark, and Shark found himself being very clearly weighed and measured by some unknowable scale. "Any trouble?"

"Nope! Just introducing our new friend here to the Kurotama," Zaou declared, handing over the payment. Shark nodded slightly.

"Kamishiro Ryouga," he introduced himself. "I'm looking for places to bring a friend of mine when it's his birthday." He had few intentions of telling these folk he'd just met that Durbe was far more than a friend. They didn't necessarily need to know. Friend would do for now.

"Well the Kurotama Baths are a great place to bring people!" The owner declared, brightening up. He dug into a drawer and pulled out a handful of coupons, offering them. "We have special discounts for birthdays."

Ryouga accepted the coupons and tucked them in with his clothes as he got started on getting ready. Quiet voices came from the area of the baths, and Zaou poked his head in there for a second before he looked back. "It's the guys," he reported. "I'll let them know we're going to have a guest."

He popped on in there as soon as he was done, while Ryouga and Naruko finished up preparing. Ryouga liked the place so far. Kind of homey and the company wasn't bad either. He strolled into the bath area to see Zaou and two others there, one with dark blue hair and the other a blond. The dark haired one waved a bit as the newcomers slid into the hot water.

"You just missed Yumoto," he said to Naruko and Zaou. "He's taking -" there was a breath of a pause, hardly more than a second, but Ryouga noticed it - "Wom-san out to see a new sweet store that opened up."

Zaou nodded, getting himself comfortable. He flicked one hand, along with a few drops of water, towards Ryouga. "This is Kamishiro Ryouga," he introduced. The dark-haired one introduced himself as Atsushi, the other as En. "You said something about a friend's birthday?"

"I want to do something special for him," Ryouga said, relaxing. This did feel good, especially after the long trip up here. He could see why people enjoyed it so much. "Things have been rough for the last couple of years and now that we're in a better place, I want to do something for him."

True enough, as far as it went. No one needed to know the full details of how things had been 'rough', since world-ending events like that didn't happen all that often. The fact he wanted to bring Durbe here was what remained important for the moment.

The blond's attention, a lazy sort of thing that brushed over Ryouga and Zaou, fastened back on Ryouga. He blinked sleepily before he glanced over at his friend. "Do you hear it?"

Atsushi frowned ever so slightly and En looked back towards Zaou. "Hey, say something. I want to be sure."

"What are you talking about?" Zaou didn't seem that much bothered. If anything, Ryouga would have said that he were amused. But En then nodded.

"You two sound alike," En told them. He tilted his head back. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you two were voiced by the same voice actor."

Ryouga blinked. He didn't think he'd ever heard anything like that before. "What makes you say that?"

"Because it's true?" En shrugged. "Things like that happen sometimes."

Ryouga decided that he didn't want to think about that a great deal. En very clearly was unusual. Not like Vector was - but Vector would forever be in a class by himself. Thank goodness.

He leaned back in the water and relaxed, letting his mind roam free. It was rather pleasant not to have to worry about anything. There hadn't been any truly annoying problems since the end of the war. They'd managed to settle things fairly quickly in the Astral World as well, and that led to a lot of downtime. Which was what led to him being here and planning on how to surprise Durbe soon.

The soft murmur of voices didn't quite disturb him, but he knew the others in the bath were having some sort of conversation amongst themselves. He cracked his eyes open a little without seeming to and regarded them. Something seemed vaguely familiar, though it wasn't something he could place off the top of his head. Something about the way that they reacted to each other - an the way they watched out for each other. All of them seemed oddly aware of what was going on around them. He wasn't sure if they even were aware of it themselves.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever figure out what was going on there and he wasn't sure if it even mattered. He just wanted to relax for now and so far, this hot water and the pleasant company made that so very easy.

Zundar didn't often come to this part of town. He preferred staying in the better areas. Kinshiro had many flaws - most of which Zundar enjoyed turning to his own benefit - but he also offered the sort of comfortable lifestyle to which Zundar truly wished to become accustomed to. But down here also offered an interesting array of folks to choose from, and Zundar made sure to note them all. He far preferred people from Binan High School itself, but one should never turn down a chance for a proper monster.

There was the one who was the youngest in their family and thought they could never do anything worthwhile without being shown up, deliberately or not, by their elder siblings. Then the one who kept losing significant others to their own friends. What caught most of his attention, however, was the young man who did attend Binan High as a third year, and whose family owned a small hot springs that wasn't doing very well. Zundar wanted to keep a very strong eye on this one.

Other than those, the one that he wanted to know the most about was that young stranger. Zundar had followed them as far as the Kurotama but wouldn't go inside. Who knew what sort of traps might be hiding? There shouldn't have been any, but with the odd aura the newcomer put out, he couldn't ensure what might or might not happen. Best to stay outside and watch for the new one to come back out.

Eventually he did, smelling fresh from the bath and of the oddness Zundar had noticed before. Being a little closer now, Zundar could get a better whiff, and he breathed in to do so.

The sea and stone - a lot of stone. This isn't Earth stone, either. He didn't recognize it as being from any planet that he knew of, and he'd been to several of those. Carefully he scampered along, making sure to stick to where it was unlikely that he would be seen, and tracked the stranger until he was back in his hotel room. So far Zundar hadn't been able to figure out anything that he might be able to use to get his hooks into this one, but he had far more resources than he'd used just yet.

Once he memorized which hotel this young man stayed in, Zundar made his way back to Kinshiro. That wasn't difficult at all; a quick teleport was all that he needed. He arrived in Kinshiro's bedroom, to find the other putting away the last of his schoolbooks. That was quite pleasing for Zundar; he wanted to talk to him anyway.

"Zundar-sama!" Kinshiro visibly perked up the moment he saw the emerald-green hedgehog. "I'd wondered where you were." His lips thinned ever so lightly. "I haven't decided yet who will be our next target."

"Don't worry about. I have someone that I have my eye on." Zundar got himself settled, regarding his young protege. "He's a visitor to the town, but there is a definite sense of something that could be useful about him."

Kinshiro raised one elegant silver eyebrow. "Oh? What sort of something?"

Zundar drummed his feet against the table. He did wish he'd been able to learn more. "I can't be certain exactly. He doesn't entirely smell human, but he's not from any world that I know about."

Kinshiro looked worried right away. "If he's not human, would we even be able to use him?"

That was a good question. Zundar considered it very carefully. "I have done this before," he said thoughtfully. "But I always knew what I was dealing with. I'd rather not jump into this without being sure. If this person is an alien, I want to know where he's from. I haven't yet heard what name he's using. I'll gain that information first."

Kinshiro nodded without argument. That was one of his better qualities, in Zundar's opinion. Of course, he probably shouldn't have, but it wasn't as if Zundar intended to tell him that any time soon. For now, he just started to describe the stranger, so that if Kinshiro saw him before Zundar could acquire his name, he would not be unaware.

To Be Continued

Notes: I decided since this fic fit the first day’s prompt, I should update it. I had something else in mind for the first day, but that hasn’t properly panned out yet. Maybe later in the week. But: Ryuu and Shark share a VA and fourth wall breaking is known to happen with the magical boys!

When I first saw the prompt of shared Vas, I did a little research, and found out that Kaito’s Japanese VA also does Roxas and Ventus from Kingdom Hearts. I did so love the idea of Kaito gaining a Keyblade and the Keyhole for Heartland would absolutely be at the top of Heartland Tower. Maybe another time?

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #YGO ZEXAL #zexal Week #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#kamishiro ryouga #zaou ryuu #ryouga x durbe #ryuu x io #chapters: love is in the cards

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 4 years

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fall out of in love with me

kudos to @emo-disaster for the original idea of a reverse love potion, and to @an-absolute-failure for betaing

Summary: Deceit decides to do something about his feelings for Virgil. Warnings: potions/dubiously edible things being eaten (it’s flowers); remus being his remus self; brief poison mention (no poisoning actually happens); multiple instances of people being called idiots/dumb, mostly self-referential Wordcount: 2070 (who even am i)

“Cool,” Virgil said, flashing Deceit a peace sign and half smirk as he walked off, and Dee’s cheeks had no right to be blushing so hard like that. He managed a nod and a strangled sound that Virgil hopefully didn’t hear, then scrunched up his face at himself. What a disaster.

“Are you trying to get your face stuck like that?” Remus asked, popping up beside him. Ze examined his expression for a moment before nodding. “It’s perfect. You look like a dead wombat.”

“I’m totally trying to get it stuck in one expression, Remus, because that can even happen.” Deceit rolled his eyes.

“Awww, okay,” ze said. Ze pouted for a moment before hoisting zir morning star over zir shoulder. “Well, it’s been too long since I’ve surprised my brother, so. Bye!”

Deceit waved as ze left, then turned back to thinking about Virgil. Or more accurately, his problem with Virgil.

If he kept malfunctioning whenever Virgil was around, simply because he liked him, that would be… inconvenient, to say the least. Counterproductive to doing what he needed to get done. He needed some way to get rid of these feelings, at least for a while.

Maybe… a creative side could help with that? Certainly with summoning something to help, if such a thing existed.

Roman liked romance too much to help with that though; he’d just push Deceit to confess his feelings to Virgil, which wouldn’t help him get rid of them and was entirely too nerve-wracking to think about. Remus, though… Remus would probably be delighted to help get rid of romantic feelings.

Mind made up, Deceit ventured down to Remus’s room an hour or two later; by then ze’d be back from messing with Roman. And by then Deceit had come up with a more solid idea for what he could do to try and erase his feelings for Virgil.

“A reverse love potion?” Remus asked, eyes glittering excitedly. “You’d rather hate ol’ Virgey than be in love with him? That’d certainly be interesting…”

“Not hate him,” Deceit corrected. “Fall out of love with him. The potion would make it so I only like him platonically.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Remus breathes. “And you need me to help conjure this up for you, right? I can totally do that!” Ze summoned a giant black cauldron, rusty and covered with dirt, and began summoning objects and dropping them in.

“Make sure everything is edible by normal human standards, Remus,” Deceit warned.

“I will! Don’t worry!” Remus called over zir shoulder, muttering to zirself, “Flowers are edible for most people, right? They’re, like, a delicacy in France or something, they’re totally edible, yeah.”

“I don’t want to eat flowers, Remus,” Deceit told zir.

“But they symbolize friendship! They’re a necessary ingredient!” Remus protested. “Plus, I’m 90% sure snakes really like flowers, so I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Maybe because you’re making this potion up as you go and we don’t even know if it’ll work, so if I don’t want flowers in it then you can replace them with something else?”

“Pretty please?” Remus begged.

Deceit rolled his eyes. “Fine. But that’s the only weird ingredient you get to add.”

“Oh, sure, sure.” Remus nodded. Ze subtly fished something out of the cauldron—or more accurately, what ze thought was subtle, which meant ze was completely obvious about it—and vanished it. Deceit squinted suspiciously, but Remus grinned widely and said nothing, so he didn’t comment.

By that evening, the potion was finished. Remus proudly presented a vial of it to Deceit, who took it and eyed it dubiously. It was the neon bright highlighter shade of faintly green-tinged yellow, but it smelled like some type of flower he couldn’t quite identify and Deceit didn’t think Remus would actually poison him. And he’d decided to try this, so he was going to try this.

He took a deep breath and downed the liquid before he could second-guess it. Immediately his head spun and he stumbled a few steps until Remus caught his arms and steadied him.

“Well?” Ze asked.

“Give it a minute, I just took it,” Deceit told zir, slurring his words slightly. He was still dizzy, even with Remus helping steady him. “Can we sit down?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, hold on.” Remus waved zir hand. “Okay, you can just sit.” Deceit did, almost falling into a beanbag.

After a few minutes, the dizziness faded, and he slowly stood up.

“So? Did it work?” Remus asked, shoving zir face right up against Deceit’s. “I don’t see anything different.”

“How am I supposed to know? He’s not exactly here to prove it,” Deceit pointed out. Remus immediately conjured up a copy of Virgil, who smirked and leaned up in Deceit’s face.

“You wanna make out?” Copy Virgil asked lowly.

Deceit looked deadpan at Remus. “Virgil would never ask that. You have met him, right?”

Remus threw zir hands up and vanished the copy. “I don’t know romance stuff, okay! I’m just trying to help, tar and feather me and dip me into a live volcano.”

“Tar and feather you?” Deceit repeated. “What?”

“Like ‘sue me’? I improved it.”

“That’s… okay, whatever.”

“Anyway, do you think the potion worked?” Remus asked eagerly.

“I suppose.” As ridiculous as the copy of Virgil had been, it usually would’ve given Deceit that fluttery feeling in his chest, and it hadn’t. And thinking about the real Virgil also didn’t stir up the butterflies in his stomach like it would’ve 10 minutes before, before he took the potion. “Thank you for your help, Remus.”

“No problem, buddy!” Remus grinned a bit too widely.

“Never call me that again.”

“Okay, buddy!”

Deceit scoffed and left the room.

As he made his way back to his room, he considered the potion. He was pleased that it worked, of course, but he didn’t fancy repeating the vertigo any time soon, and they didn’t know how long the effects of the potion would last. Maybe in another 10 minutes or so the effects would wear off, and if that was the case it would be impractical to take it often enough to cancel out his feelings for Virgil.

And there was the fact that he... didn’t exactly mind being attracted to Virgil, most of the time. They were… a little bit fun, these feelings, when they weren’t inconveniencing him. So maybe he’d be better off not taking the potion again? He wasn’t sure.

Good thing he had time to think on it and come to a decision regarding the potion.

Deceit turned the corner, letting a smile play along his lips, and spotted Virgil. Standing outside his door, fidgeting with his jacket and looking nervous about something. He looked up and saw Deceit.

“Dee! Hi! I, uh, I had something I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh?” Deceit raised an eyebrow, shoving down the sinking suspicion that he knew exactly what Virgil wanted to tell him. “Do tell.”

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Virgil took a deep breath. He could do this! He just… had to… tell Deceit about his crush on him… but he could do this!

“I, um, I like you. Romantically, that is, not just as a friend, though I like you as a friend too! And it’s okay if you don’t like me back, I understand, I just had to tell you, please don’t feel pressured to fake feelings for me or agree to be my boyfriend out of pity or something Ipromiseit’salrightifyoudon’tlikemelikethat.”

He winced, partially at the babbling and partially in anticipation for a response. When one didn’t come after a few long, nerve-wracking moments, he looked over at Deceit.

He was looking at him awkwardly, giving him a smile that looked decidedly fixed. So… he didn’t like Virgil back, then. He’d expected this. It still hurt.

Virgil fakes a smile. “Alright, then. I understand; you don’t have to say it.”

He walks past Deceit, trying not to cry as he makes his way to the privacy of his room.

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Deceit was officially the biggest idiot ever.

“Remus!” He burst into zir room and flopped onto zir bed. “I’m an idiot.”

“What’ve you done in the five minutes you were gone?” Remus asked. “Not that I’m refuting your idiot status.”

“Virgil confessed his romantic feelings for me and I froze up, because how was I supposed to explain that I’d just taken a reverse love potion so I could stop being so in love with him for 10 minutes, and he happened to catch me while it’s still in effect so I don’t actually like him romantically right now even though I normally would? Except I paused for too long and now he thinks I was trying to figure out how to reject him nicely or something and I’ve really screwed everything up, haven’t I?”

Remus burst into laughter.

“Rude!” Deceit sat up, snatching a pillow and whacking zir with it. “I’m having a crisis here; have some sympathy! Oof.” Deceit flopped back down as his head both spun and started throbbing. “Well, this potion officially sucks.”

After a minute the dizziness faded, though his head still hurt pretty bad.

“Oh my gosh, I’m such an idiot,” Deceit repeated as the full horror of the situation hit him. “What if that was my one chance and now I’ve screwed it up?”

Remus finally calmed down from laughing and grabbed Deceit’s arm, hauling him up from the bed. “Come on.”

“Remus! I’ve still got a headache, you didn’t have to pull me up so hard! And where are we going?” Ze ignored him and dragged him over to Virgil’s room. “Oh my gosh, Remus, no, he probably hates me now—” Deceit cut off his complaints as Virgil opened his door.

Before Virgil could say anything, Remus said, “Hey! Dee over here is a dumdum and has such a big gay crush on you that he came to me and asked for me to make him a reverse love potion so he wouldn’t be head over heels for you for a bit, and you happened to catch him right after he took it, which is why he took so long to respond to your confession. Don’t worry, though! It’s all out of his system now, so when he tells you that he has a big gay crush on you and apologizes for making you think otherwise—which you will be doing, Dee, since you’re the one who had the idea and asked me to help you, which got you in this mess in the first place—then he really means it from the bottom of his big gay heart!”

“Did you have to phrase it like that?” Deceit hissed at zir, but ze just grinned, shoved him at Virgil, and skipped off.

Deceit turned back to Virgil, who looked at him tiredly and a little warily. His eyeshadow was smudged; had he been crying? Had he made Virgil cry? He didn’t think he could do this…

But Virgil was still looking at him expectantly, so instead of running away like he was vaguely considering, Deceit blurted out, “I’m really sorry!”

“It’s ok—” Virgil started.

“No, it’s really not,” Deceit protested, shaking his head. “I should’ve said something instead of just staring at you; I really do like you, a lot, and I should’ve told you that instead of letting you assume otherwise.”

“...Really?”

Deceit huffed out a laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Remus can tell you about it, if you want; we actually made a reverse love potion because I like you so much. It was still wearing off when you confessed to me, which is why I hesitated—though I still should’ve said something.”

“Yeah, that was kind of a jerk move.”

“A major jerk move.”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. “But you… made a potion to stop liking me?”

“It was an idiotic thing to do. And it’s worn off now, anyway, so it’s not a very effective potion,” Deceit told him. “I made a stupid choice deciding to make it, and a stupider choice deciding to drink it, and I regret it.”

“Okay,” Virgil said slowly, and nodded. “So… what does this mean?”

“Mean?”

“Like… between us.”

“It means that, if you’ll still have me, I’d be honored to be in a romantic relationship with you, Virgil.” Deceit told him.

“I’d like that,” Virgil said, twining their hands together. “Boyfriends?”

Deceit held up their joined hands and smiled at him. “Boyfriends.”

#unkudos to tumblr for not letting me make my title big AND strikethrough it we do not stan >:(#ts virgil #ts deceit #ts remus #anxceit #ts roman mention #remus is aro in this; though it's not said outright in the thing #which is partially why he's so pleased with the reverse love potion thing #my fics #my writing #another thing not said outright in the fic are the flowers put in the potion #they're yellow roses; which actually do symbolize friendship and also contributed to the potion's color

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axther · 4 years

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For CH/JJBA Basic info: straight female, 5'4, Scorpio! If it matters my mbdi is debater, which I think is accurate. I'm a bit curvy/soft and I have really long wavy hair and glasses. Now for fun stuff! I'm a split between being very hyperactive (almost like a puppy lmao) or very quiet (not shy, but more indifferent. I've been told I'm intimidating) I'm into polyrelationships so the more boys the merrier. I like hiking and sports when I'm with people but don't do it by myself cause it's boring. 1

HERE’S UR FOOD QUEEN. also tumblr got me fucked up w no CH gifs :(

Cute Earth High Defense Club Love (Season One) V1

#1 is…Atsushi!

He’s the most normal out of all the characters, to be honest

When he sees you, it’s nothing spectacularity radiant, per se

There’s a pretty girl in his school! cool!

The strangest part is that it’s an all-boys school, so naturally, he’s confused

Through a series of plot shenanigans, you’re there as an exchange student

And he’s been told he has to help you get settled!!

He introduces you to the Earth Defense Club, and slowly you two grow acclimated with each other

While you’re friendly to everyone else, there’s something different between you and him

It’s chemistry, and even Ryuu wouldn’t dare poke it

One afternoon, someone asks you out via love letter, all the extra stuff

And you turn them down as politely as you can

But thanks to the indifference, the boy gets offended

He turns into a letter-shaped monster, and the Battle Lovers have to step in

Atsushi is both appalled and terrified

Did the monster hurt you??

Why did the monster appear around you?

Was it something to do with you?

He spends half of the battle just covering you

And once the monster starts spewing slander, Atsushi is having none of it.

Whatever the monster says, Atsushi refutes, defending you until the rest of the battle is at a standstill and he’s just bickering with the monster.

Eventually, Atsushi practically makes the monster choke on respect women juice, and on behalf of the passed out student, Atsushi begins apologising non-stop to you

You’re confused as hell

The internet-famous Battle Lovers know you??

All you can see is the blurred out faces, and the blue one, the self-declared Piercing Prince, Epinard, seems to be constantly hanging over you

And honestly

He’s a cutie

This results in a sailor moon-esque situation

Where you have a crush on Epinard, Atsushi has a crush on you, and he’s miserable upon realising what he’s done

Does he reveal that he’s Epinard???

Honestly, probably not on purpose

I can absolutely see them talking about it and he’s like ‘do i always have to yell out im Epindard’ and he turns and sees you

And you’re like ‘????? excuse me???’

Which results in more shenanigans

#2 is…Yumoto!

babey boye

He falls for the flirting every time

He reciprocates as best as he can, but for the most part, it’s just him being soft

He hugs you so much omfg

It gives Wombat a break, and though you don’t know he’s a talking wombat, he’s all for you being there

What’s interesting is that he’s telling everyone he’s gonna marry you

And since most of the ppl in the school are bros, no one’s told you

Which gets awkward

Because he’s 200% told you that he loves you

But you take it as ‘:D! I love platonic love between my Friends! :D!’

So it becomes a Situation that everyone gets second-hand embarrassment from

Yumoto has told his brother that he’s gonna marry you and you’d be the bathhouse’s Okami

But you’re thrown for a loop when Gora asks you when you and Yumoto started dating

And you’re like ‘??????’

This results in a brief but stern conversation between Gora and Yumoto

And Yumoto feels guilty, of course

But you’re so sweet! And you flirt with him!! Doesn’t that mean you like him??

It’s a bit of a wakeup call, but he’s still only got two brain cells

You gotta cut him some slack

For about a day, he chills out, though he’s melancholy

After that he’s back to being oblivious and sweet

#3 is…Kinshiro!

Did someone say ‘emotionally constipated teenager who’s in a rivalry with his childhood best friend for the girl they like but he has no idea how to approach her due to the fact stated above (he is emotionally constipated)’???

no????

Ok that’s valid

But you want a polyamorous relationship???

He and Atsushi are gonna be your best bet.

This boye is completely lost when it comes to wooing you

He thinks you’re graceful in a quiet sense

And while you’re a flirt and a meme lord, you’re also yourself

Ibushi notices almost off the bat

And he’s like ‘my guy, my dude...my cousin??? Fr???’

Kinshiro is crazy confused and embarrassed

He’s always considered himself to have tunnel vision

But then you pass by and he gets a whiff of your shampoo and

Oh no

he gets kinda lightheaded and blushy but wipes it away fast

Whenever you pop by to say hi to Ibushi he completely freezes

Like he just stops moving altogether

It’s something you, Ibushi, and Akoya have noticed

Y’all exchange glances every time he freezes while sipping tea

The MOMENT he realises you like Epinard he gets lowkey pissed

Do you seriously like that barbaric, stupid Battle Lover??

He’s like ‘I’m elite, graceful, rich. I’m the better choice :(‘

Make him drink just a bit of respect women juice

But he’ll be very, very soft for you

And after he finds out about Atsushi being Epinard and Atsushi likes you??

Well, it’s two birds with one stone

He’ll do his best to hint that he likes you, but Akoya and Ibushi have to help him along

Especially Ibushi, since he’s your cousin

Get ready for a flood of thoughtful but expensive gifts

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure V2

(Note: If you want a poly relationship, all three of these lads have convenient best friends...👀)

#1 is…Josuke!!

Mans is a himbo (refer to chat)

Sure he’s got like, one brain cell, but it’s dedicated to you!!

He’s a bit of a flirt, too, so be ready to fend off the fangirls

Since fangirls in the 90’s were chiller than ones in, say, the 80’s, they mostly respect that he’s got a girlfriend

But the moment one of them tries to hurt a hair on your head, it’s game over

Now

The thing about it is that you get shy

But your shy is looking scary as hell

So all they see is a glare that would make the devil run, and they bail

Josuke relates to your fear of bugs!!

He’s not fond of turtles, so you guys can have each other’s back!!

If you want to draw him something, he can and will frame it in the best frame he can convince Joseph to buy

Is it gold foil?? Maybe

Before y’all get together, he pines like no other

He’ll start frequenting places you go to just because he wants to see you

And he doesn’t think it’s creepy but gets worried that you will

But he thinks you’re incredible

It’s something makes him short circuit a bit

You: :)

Josuke: Now Playing: Beautiful Girl (Alternate Version) [Tempo Track] - Jimmie Thompson, Gene Kelly & Lennie Hayton (Singin’ In The Rain) (1952)

#2 is…Johnny!

Southern boye drank his respect women juice after he got shot

And once he sees you???

He CHUGS it

First off this is like the late 1880’s so anyone who bathes is probably stellar

So he, too, has the Joestar Blessing of having Beautiful Girl play on repeat

But as soon as you start flirting???

He’s GONE

I mean this in the most literal sense

He’s a good Christian boye (theoretically)

So once you talk about dating him he flushes bright red

He’s aware that you’re just flirting, but oh hmmm

He starts crushing fast

Plus if you don’t judge him or think he’s weaker for being in a wheelchair?

Give him a second he’s trying to find a ring

He might be in a wheelchair but he’s in no way inadequate, if you get what I mean 👀

(who am I kidding, of course you do)

Considering that memes weren’t much of the thing in the 1800’s if you find some, he probably wouldn’t understand them

But he does enjoy when you play the piano

But let’s say there’s a stand attack

And you just bust out knives???

instant boner

#3 is… Joseph!

Flirt, but times two

Y’all make anyone blush

No one’s safe

And with each other??

It can get foul, fast

Does Lisa Lisa step in??

No, not really

She’s not gonna interfere at Joseph’s chances of getting laid

Plus she approves so!!

Catch him trying to flex while you’re around

Be it him trying to beat Cesar’s ass (and failing) or literally flexing, he wants to impress you

And while he knows that you’re a flirt for the sake of being one, he also gets a bit nervous when you flirt with others

Especially if he hasn’t confessed, actually confessed, yet

Plus, he’s got a special arm 👀

Y’all know what’s up

@matchupdomain @peeshposheddie

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Since everyone is probably gonna be inside for the next week or month, here’s some stuff to do and look into!

Music:

Declan McKenna: Indie Rock, very passionate and thoughtful. Cage The Elephant: Indie Rock, punk aesthetic, moody and meaningful. Ghost: Heavy Metal/Rock, cool and chill as hell, Satanist aesthetics. AJJ: Folk Punk, incredible lyrics. Very sad but powerful songs. Nothing But Thieves: Alternative Rock, Awesome and unique rock sound. Gorillaz: You know these folks probably but they’re fantastic. Dance With The Dead: Hard Techno, perfect for a rave or club, dark and cool. Depeche Mode: Mixed Genres, some of the best old style synths and vocals. Radiohead: Misc rock, one of the most unique sounds out there with fabulous vocals and meaningful songs. MUSE: Rock/Metal, absolutely perfect riffs and melody, heavy and energetic. Nightwish: Viking Metal Band, do I need to say more? Royal Blood: Heavy Rock, headbanging powerful riffs and beautiful vocals. Skip The Use: French Punk Rock, catchy and beautiful vocals with great rhythms and aesthetic. Kaiser Chiefs: Indie Rock/Misc, fantastic beats and absolute bangers, would recommend the hell out of Education Education Education and War. Red Vox: Indie Rock/Misc, Vinny Vinesauce’s band, beautiful vocals and moody feels and dreamy space-inspired tones. Arcade Fire: Indie Rock, incredibly emotional and powerful songs. Nero: Dubstep/Electronica, Cyberpunk/futurism feel with some great tunes like Dark Skies and Promises. The Wombats: Indie Pop/Post-Punk, mental lyrics with great melody, lots of variety and quality. Tame Impala: Psychedelic Rock, Incredibly chill vibes with catchy well structured melodies. Brockhampton: Hip-hop/Rap, deep basslines and meaningful well crafted rap. Noisia: Grime/Dubstep, dark and moody electronic chunes. Stop Light Observations: Indie, powerful lyrics and catchy tunes with a deep relaxing background, Dinosaur Bones is a perfect sleep track. IDLES: Post Punk, soulful music with classic punk vibes. Rebellious af. Slaves: Punk Rock, loud, proud and all about meaningful British Punk.

Free To Play Games:

Team Fortress 2 Counter Strike Global Offensive YuGiOh Duel-Links Warframe Destiny 2 Warthunder Hearthstone

Youtubers:

Bisnap: Gaming youtuber with hundreds of videos on indie games like The Binding Of Isaac, Risk of Rain 2 and Tower Of Guns.

Joel: Variety streamer with long lets-plays and hilarious content, known for OS destruction where he uses a virtual computer to download viruses and other dodgy things to see what they’d do and how long the virtual computer can survive.

Vinesauce: Twitch streamer who does long playthroughs of games and game corruptions, where he uses a program to break games and create extreme glitches.

Dexbonus/Dodger: Twitch streamer who plays a lot of puzzle games and is generally chill as heck. Very good playthroughs of games are uploaded to youtube too!

aliensrock: Twitch streamer/youtuber who plays tough puzzle and strategy games with great editing. A great chill time.

Joltzdude139: Twitchstreamer/youtuber who solely plays Borderlands games currently, with challenge runs and one life playthroughs.

Jerma985: Variety streamer and weird dude. Honestly I don’t know how to describe him. Totally crazy but has amazingly inventive content and plays a lot of unique games, lots of fun to watch. He took out a $6k loan to put on a funfair for his viewers.

Aztecross: Destiny 2 youtuber with informative videos and great gameplay, all around charming dude.

Duel-Links Meta: Yugioh Duel-Links streamer/youtuber, very loud and very energetic and one of the best players out there.

GernaderJake: Destiny 2 streamer known for trials and other high-skill game types. Very friendly and positive and always has something cool going on in his streams if you like Destiny 2.

Jim Browning: Tech expert and general awesome dude. Outsmarts scammers and accesses their computers through backdoors to get some revenge and to destroy the scamming companies. Very interesting and satisfying to watch scammers get what they deserve.

Call Me Kevin: Variety youtuber with tonnes of personality. Official number 1 funniest Irish youtuber. Loads of well edited comedy gaming videos.

Let’s Game It Out: Simulator game player who’s only goal is to play the games as wrongly as possible. This includes; making the most inefficient factory possible in Satisfactory, making the worlds worst zoo in Planet Zoo and making the worlds most unsafe hospital in Two-Point Hospital.

Nyx Fears: Hilarious horror reviewer who talks both about philosophy and meaning in horror films while also talking about hilariously bad films that couldn’t scare anyone.

Critical Role: 5 Years running dnd group who are some of the most well known voice actors in gaming. Hilarious and emotional dungeons and dragons live sessions with millions of subscribers and views.

Kripparrian: Hearthstone streamer known for being salty as hell. Very good at the game and makes a lot of cool videos on Arena/Battlegrounds regularly.

How To Drink: One of the most charming people to ever exist. This channel is all about cocktails, mixers, drinks and the history of all those combined, incredibly fun to watch even if you don’t drink!

Braille Skateboarding: Amazing channel all about skateboarding, but you don’t need to know anything about skating to enjoy it. The entire team is lovely and they’re all insane, mainly because they often do videos where they try to skate anything they can, including crowbars, glass skateboards and “nunchuck boards”

oboetwoshoes: Variety youtuber/streamer who mainly plays Borderlands. Incredibly fun commentary and editing. Also loves bionicles a bit too much.

Grand Illusions: Strange old man who reviews his collection of even stranger old toys and gadgets. Very relaxing and blessed.

AquaFPS: Escape from tarkov/Rust streamer who’s generally a lot of fun. Great video editing and immersive yet funny gameplay videos.

Ryan Hollinger: Horror film enthusiast with incredibly insightful and interesting videos about the depths of horror films and the history and complexity behind them. Also has a great series on how to survive various horror films.

Jesse Cox: Variety streamer/youtuber. Amazing personality and great series of long playthroughs of games like Control and Night In The Woods. Does one of my favourite series ever with his friends called Scary Game Squad, where he teams up with his mates to do horror game playthroughs, I highly recommend watching their entire playthrough of Until Dawn.

Welyn: Perhaps the best Rust streamer/youtuber out there. His videos are almost like miniature films about how he betrayed a clan or infiltrated a base, and he’s known for overcoming even the most deadly and large clans in the game solo.

Binging With Babish: Cookery youtuber who creates some of popcultures most famous meals, such as the Krabby Patty, Portal Cake and more, along with actually helpful guides on how to cook basics like hotdogs and burgers.

The Spiffing Brit: Variety youtuber who does his very best to be the most British™ person ever while also finding thousands of exploits in games like Civilization V, Evil Genius and Stellaris.

Feel free to add your own shit in the comments, I’ve got pretty limited taste so the more people add the more stuff we’ll have to occupy folks during these coming weeks.

#long post #coronavirus #Covid-19 #hobbies #youtube #music #this took like an hour #:^)#if this gets no notes call me booboo the fool

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Out of the Shadows - Part 2: In her Shadow

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Minor character death(s), domestic abuse (mentioned), underage rape (hinted, not glorified what so ever and not graphic), incest (hinted, not glorified what so ever and not graphic).

Square Filled: Domestic Abuse (marvel fandom) for @badthingshappenbingo and Crying for @clintbartonbingo

Word Count: 2700ish

A/N: This is written for @thorne93 writing challenge. I am so sorry I am late! The entire series is for her challenge and it’s inspired by Greek Tragedy by the Wombats and Drive you mad by Amy Shark.

Clint is a mix between comic book version and MCU. He is deaf and has no wife and kids. The world is a bit closer to MCU and it takes place somewhere between CAWS and CACW mostly.

Betaed by: @jewels2876 thanks darling

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***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

The Black Hood, or Aurora as she had named herself to Clint, had learned from a young age to trust no one. Everyone close to her had hurt her or let her down in some way or another. You can’t get hurt if you don’t ever let anyone close to you.

Clint had challenged Aurora in her ways of thinking over the years. Sometimes directly, telling her that everyone needed somebody sometimes. He told her of his best friend and how she once hadn’t been all that different from Aurora. He told her how she hadn’t trusted anyone but herself and even still to this day kept her walls up to most people. She had seen the value in friendships though. She believed in loyalty and love even if she might not be willing to let most people know that just yet.

Aurora smiled when Clint spoke of Natasha. Not just because she agreed they were anything alike, but because Clint always spoke of her with such warmth. The smile on his face was contagious and he had a way of making her a part of his life through his words. Soon she didn’t only feel as if she knew Natasha, but also the rest of the team Clint became part of. Bruce was as broken as she felt at times. Tony struggled with demons just like her. Thor had pride and belief in his own skills that she saw in herself as well and Steve Rogers sounded like he was just about as stubborn as Clint kept reminding her that she was herself.

Clint made her feel like she was a part of something the one time a year he visited her. He offered her a way that she really could be, but even if it became increasingly alluring she couldn’t make herself take that leap. Not even for the man that she trusted with her face, her heists, and her heart.

Aurora hadn’t loved anyone or anything for a long, long time. Even if she wouldn’t admit her feelings to his face, or even to herself, they became increasingly harder to deny. His kisses made her toes curl, his arms tightly wrapped around her made her feel safe and laughing with him gave her a sense of home. All sensations she hadn’t felt for years, if even ever. Which was the reason she hadn’t let the relationship go beyond the kisses and cuddles they somehow always ended up sharing, talking about the year that had past.

When Aurora needed something she would go out and get it. No matter if it was a drink, food, dance, sex or something else. She attached no emotions to the action or whoever she did it with but with Clint… she couldn’t do that. She wanted to be with him. She thought about how he would feel. How he would make her feel. She even thought about what the moments would be like after. Which scared her most of all. So she wouldn’t let their relationship go that far. Just being in his company, made her want to trust him and it became harder and harder for her to turn him down, whenever he asked her to come back with him. She couldn’t. She had done things no one could forgive, not even Clint. She would end up hurt and alone again. Living alone was easier and safer. Life was better on her own.

It didn’t stop her from thinking about him in the year that passed between him dropping from a vent in whatever hotel room she was staying in at the time. Even if she had grown to expect him every year on the anniversary date of when he first appeared, he always managed to scare the crap out of her dumping from the ceiling. Clint had almost gotten himself shot over the years on that account and he most definitely had gotten several punches on that account. Still hadn’t prevented him from appearing that way until the day he showed two months before their anniversary knocking on her hotel door.

Aurora looked through the peephole on the door, before lowering her gun with a frown. She quickly holstered it before pushing open the door looking past Clint up and down the hallways before stepping to the side, letting him in.

“Did you lose your calendar? And who taught you how doors work?” she teased as she closed the door, but stopped when she turned around. Unshed tears welled in his eyes as he stood a few feet from her taking her in.

“I needed to see you,” he confessed and Aurora instinctively opened her arms to him, inviting him closer.

“I’m here,” she promised as Clint took a few quick steps forward into her embrace. He leaned forward, resting his head against her shoulder, letting his tears fall as he wrapped her arms around her waist and she put hers around him.

“It’s okay. I got you. I’m here,” she repeated as she hold him, letting him cry against her as long as he needed to. Not until his body stopped shaking and his tears subsided did she lead him towards the couch in the middle of her suite.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” she asked gently as she sat down next to him, keeping her hand in his. She gave it a small squeeze as Clint took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he began telling her his side of the story she had already been following on the News.

He told her about how Tony had created Ultron fearing the battle of New York that the Avengers had won a few years ago wouldn’t be the last attack the world would have to face from space. He didn’t trust the Avengers would be enough to hold back another attack and that they would be able to keep the world safe so he had created what he thought would be mankind's best defense.

He told her of the twins from Sokovia, that Clint had quickly grown to feel responsible for even if he had no reason too. He didn’t explain it like that but Aurora thought it to herself. Clint had a huge heart. Bigger than anyone she had ever met before in her life, and he seemed to just naturally collect broken people. Natasha, Aurora, Wanda, and Pietro. When he hadn’t been able to protect the latter when the young man, in fact, had died saving Clint’s life it had shattered him. He had held it together for the other’ and for Wanda, the twin sister. Normally he would have gone to Natasha with something like this, but from what Aurora could gather she was suffering too, only for different reasons. This battle had taken a toll on her and Clint hadn’t wanted to burden her too.

More than that Natasha hadn’t been the one he needed. Aurora ignored him telling her that. Being needed was almost as bad as needing someone else. It only got you hurt. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him again, gently rocking him in her arms in silence for a while.

“I love you,” Clint muttered tightening his hold on her when Aurora froze. He had expected her to react like that but he could no longer hold back what he had been feeling for years. She was more than just a mission to him. In fact, she hadn’t been since SHIELD had fallen and yet here he was seeking her out year after year because he wanted too. Because he needed her to know that he cared, that someone else could too. She could have a family if only she chose to come back home with him.

“No you don’t” Aurora released her hold on him, pushing him away from her with a hard look. So hard it made Clint flinch and Aurora almost regretted her action. If only he hadn’t said that. He was already hurting and she didn’t want to hurt him further. He was wrong though. He didn’t love her. He loved the idea of her. Just like men before he had. Men she had let stay in their belief until she had stolen their money and disappeared in the night. Clint wasn’t those men. She didn’t want to lie to him any more than she was willing to let him lie to himself.

“I do,” Clint looked down, to avoid the fire shooting from the woman’s eyes.

“You think you do. But you don’t know me. You don’t know the things I’ve done,” she hissed and Clint looked back up at her shaking his head.

“I don’t judge people by their worst mistakes. So even if I knew, which I don’t because you refuse to let me in ...” Clint yelled, but when he saw the shook on her face he stopped. He took a deep breath, before calmly finishing his sentence. “It wouldn’t change how I feel about you.”

Aurora looked at him in disbelief as she let his words sink in. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before she made a decision she never thought she made. She told him the truth. The truth she had never in her life shared with another person. A truth she had been carrying on her own for over half of her life.

“I killed my parents,” she blurted out, hoping to shook Clint to take back his words but he didn’t even as much as flinch, so she continued. “I killed my parents and I took their money. I have lived off my inheritance for all of my life. That’s why I never keep any of the money for myself.”

Her words were true, even if they weren’t the entire truth. She hoped that they would make Clint back off. Maybe even stop seeking her out every year. Her attachment to him was becoming dangerous. A clean break now would be better and she knew she couldn’t be the one to make it. Clint wouldn’t ever give up on her, even if she broke his heart. It was better this way she thought. But Clint saw right through her half-truth.

“They hurt you…” Clint concluded, never taking his eyes off her when she took a step back as if Clint’s words had slapped her across the face. He wanted to move towards her and pull her into his arms as her eyes began to water. He didn’t. He knew she wouldn’t let him. Not right now. She was opening up to him, just like he had wanted her to for years. Clint knew that one wrong step would make her shut down.

Aurora didn’t say anything. Instead, she spun around heading the bedroom. Clint closed her eyes, breathing in. He feared he had lost her, but before he could even begin to decide between leaving or staying she reappeared back in front of him. She dropped a folder in his lap, before turning around, starting to pace the floor.

Clint opened the folder to see a huge mansion in flames; presumably her childhood home. He frowned as he began flipping through the pages.

Billionaire couple dies in a house fire. Leaves behind 16-year-old daughter.

Uncle takes in Y/L/N heiress.

Y/L/N orphan put into foster care.

Y/N Y/L/N turns 18. What will she do with her inheritance?

21-year old Y/L/N heiress disappears after clearing out bank accounts.

“Y/N…” Clint looked up from the papers and Aurora froze. “That’s your name?”

“It was,” she answered without facing him. “A lifetime ago. Not anymore.”

Clint nodded, looking back down to the papers. Recognizing a pattern. Clint was a spy but he was also an heir himself as well as a survivor of abuse.

“The foster home saw you as a paycheck. Your uncle didn’t believe you when you told him what they did,” Clint concluded before looking up in her eyes. She looked so much like a hurt animal and Clint wasn’t sure if she was gonna lash out or run. Either way, he wasn’t letting her go. Not know. Not when she had come this far.

“And my parents what did they do to me?” she stared Clint down, almost challenging him to guess her suffering.

“They hurt you,” Clint answered simply.

“He told me he loved me,” Aurora’s voice broke and tears started to build in Clint’s eyes along with hers as he realized the nightmare she had lived. “It started when I was eight. She knew. I told her and she hit me. She hit me every day since. She blamed me. And he kept… She told me I stole her husband. I was their daughter and they…”

Aurora stopped her hysterical rant and she just stood there staring at Clint. All light had gone from her eyes as the night she had put an end to her nightmare no doubt flashed through her mind. “I blocked their bedroom door and I set fire to the house. I killed them.”

“You were a child and you saw no other way out. You’re not a murderer. You’re a survivor,” Clint stood up, taking a tentative step towards her and Aurora fell into his arms, sobbing as she let him hold her.

He held her for days. Listening as she opened up sharing her story. Listening to the men and women that hurt her after she received her inheritance. He told her about his past as they stayed hidden in the hotel room together for weeks. He told her about his dad and how he had lost most of his hearing. He told her how his brother had taken a different path in life from him, but that he still loved him despite all his flaws. Clint meant it when he said he didn’t judge people by their worst actions. He judged them by their heart and will to carry on.

Aurora told Clint how someone all her life had wanted something from her. Money, recognition, sex. Everyone she had let close to her had let her down in one way or another. So she disappeared. She became a vigilante in her own way. She stole from the type of people that had always hurt her and she gave to kids like the kid she had been once.

She hadn’t trusted anyone since she was 21, not until she had met Clint. She let all her walls down with him. She let him see her, all of her as she was. Wounds and all. She let him love her in spite of it. She shared her bed and let herself feel what life could be like. For a brief moment, she let him and herself believe he had convinced her to come back with him. She let herself hope that he was right when he told her his friends would help her. They wouldn’t judge her for her worst actions any more than he did. She let herself dream of a life where she could trust again.

She let herself feel his touch and his love, clinging to him as they moved together, holding back her tears when he whispered how much he loved her. She wanted to say the words back but she couldn’t. She knew that she would be gone before the night was through.

As the moon shun clearly through the windows, illumination Clint’s naked sleeping form Aurora pulled herself from the bed. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, softly whispering the words she couldn’t bring herself to say when he was awake.

“I love you.”

She pulled on her clothes and grabbed her bags, giving his naked form just barely covered by the sheets one last look, before placing a note next to his pillow on her empty side of the bed.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t be the person you want me to be. Thank you for everything

- Aurora”

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