#the streets said they wanted to know alt!reader’s name

[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

The Crow

Once again, I am using a fictional Chicago Grand Prix street race. Vegas GP doesn’t exist.

There’s a superstition among AlphaTauri fans that involves a correlation between how often Yuki’s girlfriend is seen, and how well race day goes.

formulawhat

formulawhat Salem’s appeared twice in the paddock this weekend. It’s gonna be a good one.

yooooma Our very own cryptid

kikiyeah counting her appearances like Yuki’s weekends depend on it.

formulawhat He’s gotten points every time we’ve seen her twice.

kikiyeah Start luring her out with cheese or something every weekend to make sure Yuki has a good race

spooks.mcgoo That’s insulting. I hear she prefers little cut fruits.

yukitsunoda0511

yukitsunoda0511 starting P16, Ready Chicago!

spooks.mcgoo Blocked

formulawhat The most loving death glare I’ve ever seen

yeeheehee She’s like when you see a cat about to knock a glass off of the counter and tell it to stop.

eeehhhh She doesn’t even look happy with him

yeeheehee You’d be surprised

spooks.mcgoo

spooks.mcgoo good luck sweetheart

yukitsunoda0511 I don’t need it today 😏😏

spooks.mcgoo I am the luck. 🫡

zhouguanyu24 Can you come to our garages next week?

formulawhat Fr. man needs all the help he can get

Yeeheehoo Ferrari needs you next

Salem watches from the garages. Everyone rushes around her in the race start, before settling down for a moment to watch as Yuki climbs the grid from his p16 starting position. With Liam close on his tail the two seem almost unstoppable.

Or as unstoppable as an AlphaTauri team can be.

Like a pair of tractors they mow into the midfield and up into the top ten.

Radios from both drivers play in the set of headphones Salem has on her head. At 27 laps, yet to pit, Liam is the first to experience problems. He started with softs, while Yuki is on mediums. Salem never got what the strategy was initially, but she can only hope it was a good one.

“Box box, Liam, box for mediums.”

At only tenth place, wether or not Liam would recover was a toss up. But they have 45 laps left and the car has performed well so far in the weekend. Yuki is left to push harder into the top ten, creating a buffer so that as he pits he can quickly recover.

“Time to see if Salem’s good omens can cover me too,” Liam’s tone is unsure. A nervous laugh covered the anticipation for a potentially botched pitstop.

He’s in and on his way in record time. Mechanics rejoice, celebrating what is possible the smoothest pit stop of the season.

alphataurif1

alphataurif1 double points in Chicago. Looks like liamlawson30 is finding his own stride flawlessly.

spooks.mcgoo 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

formulawhat Get this woman some fruit alphataurif1

alphataurif1 formulawhat She already has plenty

formulawhat I am so fully intimidated by Salem.

Yeeheehee Imagine in nine-ish months we get a baby Tsunoda

spooks.mcgoo we will not be speaking this into existence.

Yeeheehee You right. That’s after a podium.

Salem makes herself busy. She left the paddock as soon as the race was over, planning some sort of homemade dinner. Her whole drive back to her hotel room was spent debating between picking up a pizza and putting together some pasta.

Her choice would be the Chicago style pizza. However, Yuki has been really into Italian lately.

However, there’s also a pizza place down the block from the hotel that’s known for their Chicago style pizza.

Salem sets the pizza box on the little hotel desk to the side of the bed. Yuki has already texted her a couple times, letting her know when he was done, asking why she left already, and letting her know that he’s on his way over.

She sits, cross legged, on the foot of the bed scrolling through Netflix as Yuki makes it back to the room and onto the bed beside her. Her attention doesn’t move from the tv.

“I got us pizza.”

Yuki takes her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her wrist, then her shoulder. “Not hungry,” he whispers in her ear.

If anything racing usually builds a ridiculous appetite. Even more than Yuki has. Salem doesn’t say anything. Nothing that her accusatory stare can’t say. His brown eyes are innocent. Kind of blank. But innocent.

“Not feeling pizza?”

“It looks great.”

He’s pulled her into his lap, his head on her shoulder and arms wrapped tight around her waist.

“You already ate,” Yuki avoids eye contact. Like a puppy that knows he’s done something wrong.

“Yeah,” he says, “Redbull had a lot of extra food.”

spooks.mcgoo

spooks.mcgoo that’s my guy

formulawhat Petition for a baby Tsunoda

spooks.mcgoo I will find you

formulawhat You said you wanted a baby Yuki. I’m just manifesting

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spooks.mcgoo Manifesting my foot in your back

lilymhe Name her after me

spooks.mcgoo Blocked. The whole of yous

kikiyeah it should’ve been me

yonerd Get this woman some Fruits

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Home. - Fluffy Ending (not canon) || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 2.8K Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: none. Tags: you/your pronouns, reconnecting with family, wedding guests, second chance romance, time skip. a/n: not proofread. I didn't like the way I wrote this ending but I figured I should share it either way. It's too fluffy/forced for my taste. The actual alt ending will be better. ALSO: Was listening to Chemical by Post Malone on repeat while writing this. Idk if you wanna do that too while reading...

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You're twenty-eight, he's twenty-nine.

You swore to yourself you wouldn’t step a foot back in Manc, not even if cows flew!

You swore to yourself you wouldn’t keep in contact with anyone, not even if someone died!

(Which your father did. Thank fuck.)

You broke those promises so many times.

You were unable to keep away, though you tried…

It’s your own fault, really.

You stalk your old friends and family on Facebook sometimes.

Other times you check the local news.

Others you check the obituary and marriage sections on the news.

You beat yourself over it every time. Even though seeing the lack of changes through your cyberstalking and the news made you feel immense relief, you still ended up closing the pages on your browser with more aggression than you should and sulking in your bed.

And yet, you still go and do it again a few weeks later.

And then another few weeks later.

It’s pathetic, really, but maybe it provides you some comfort. Maybe helps you sleep at night.

You should’ve figured out that someone would have made you eventually. 

I mean, naming your blank Facebook profile after the one mean neighbor you had, who called the police on you and your mates once for being too loud while hanging out in the street, and died years ago? Yeah, they’d make you eventually.

Luckily for you, it was Olly who did.

All things considered, it could’ve gone much worse.

Maybe… Maybe you should follow his advice.

It’s been a decade.

Your mum deserves at least a letter to let her know you’re still alive, that you’re healthy, happy, and safe. She’s owed that much…

-

It was very strange to be inside your childhood home after almost eleven years.

Four days ago, your mum had openly sobbed as she threw her arms around you, and you had found yourself sobbed with her, both of you falling to your knees at the front door.

She held your face so gingerly and kissed your forehead so many times, her face severely more aged than the last time you had seen her.

The letter you had sent her 8 months before was 23 pages long, a bulk so large you sent them unfolded and stapled together inside a manila envelope rather than folded neatly into a standard one, and had detailed everything you figured she should learn about your life. 

Where you went.

What you did.

Who you did it with.

How you felt.

What you learned.

How you changed.

You apologized for running away, for worrying her.

You assured her you loved her and missed her.

You asked, tentatively, if she could find a way to let you be a bit more present.

You reiterated you wanted to remain living where you were in Scotland… but that you could allow yourself to be her daughter again if she so wanted it.

You know she cried reading it. Hell, you cried writing it…

You didn’t expect anything, you didn’t want to cause her any more grief by coming barrelling back into her life. She’s your mother, you didn’t want to manipulate her. You weren’t surprised when she didn’t answer for a few weeks…

But then her letter came. A simple half-a-page response that said, in no uncertain terms, that she missed you, that you were always welcome in her home and her heart, and she wanted to have her little girl back.

It all culminated in today.

Adjusting your red gown with one hand, you walk up the aisle, the other holding your 10-month-old daughter who’s clad in a pale yellow tulle dress. She’s kept flush to your chest, her chubby legs wrapped around your hip.

You and your mum find a spot near the middle and sit down, though you scoot yourself as far on the pew as you can, making sure that you can step off to the side just in case Evelyn starts fussing. Though you doubt she will. 

The ceremony is being held in the middle of the afternoon and she has been calm and sleepy this whole time, softly dozing off in your arms, her little face nuzzling to your neck, since it’s close to her nap time.

You sit Evie down on your lap and place a hand on the back of her head while you and your mum speak softly, still waiting for the wedding ceremony to start.

You still can’t believe that you’re here…

Wythenshawe still looks as crappy as ever, you still know the streets like the back of your hand, though a lot of it has changed, shops went out and into business, and people moved away.

You met up with your old mates at your local just a couple of nights ago, and after a lot of tears and some drinking, you gossiped all night about your lives and everyone else’s.

In a way, it feels like you never left…

You were so afraid that they would hold a grudge at you for leaving, for not staying in touch… But they never did. You were welcomed with open arms…

It’s… nice.

The ceremony doesn’t take long to start. 

You nearly cry at the sight of Emily in her wedding dress, having deemed her a close friend for the better time of your formative years. And Olly, as emotionally detached as he tries to pretend himself to be, cries at the sight of his bride.

The ceremony is long and a bit tedious, as most weddings tend to be, but you’re still happy to be there… Happy to be back.

It’s nearly 45 minutes into the ceremony when Evie starts fussing a bit. You’re quick to take the nappy bag onto your shoulder and rush out of the church while shooting some apologetic looks to the guests around.

Once outside, you find shade under a tree and begin to bounce Evie a bit, knowing she isn’t fussing because of her diaper or hunger, but rather from the fact she’s teething.

One hand balances the infant, the other sets down the nappy bag on a low wall and you begin rummaging for the teething ring toy amidst the pockets. When you find it, you give it to her, which she gladly takes, though it doesn’t do much for her pain, only quieting her down a bit by allowing her to bite all over it.

“Shhh… it’s alright, pet…” You whisper to her as you kiss her smooth forehead and nuzzle your nose against the crown of her head.

You keep softly swaying and bouncing with her in your hip, moving about, side to side, while she drools all over the toy, her hands, and your dress as she softly headbutts your chest while chewing.

You’re lucky your dress is a dark enough shade of red and made from a fabric as forgiving as chiffon, so that the wetness will dry quickly and discreetly.

It’s in the midst of your pacing and bouncing the infant on your hip that you spot him.

His pale jawline peppered with a well-trimmed stubble, his blonde hair cut short and hidden under the beige beret, his strong build wrapped in full military dress…

You almost didn’t recognize him…

You leave your bag right where it is and beeline for him before you can stop yourself. 

And he makes no motion to move from his resting spot, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, and looking right at you like you’re sure he has been doing for the past 15 minutes or so (you wouldn’t put it past him).

“Fuckin’ hell…” You hear yourself saying as you come to stand in front of Simon.

He tosses his cigarette down on the floor and puts it out with his brown boot, blowing the smoke away from your daughter on your hip.

“That how you greet people now?” He retorts while looking down at you through his fluttering eyelashes. 

His voice is so much deeper, rough and strong than it used to be… You don’t know how to respond at first, your mouth has gone dry and your brain has blue-screened.

You’ve had dreams about this before… Nightmares too.

You’ve imagined that one day you’d cross paths with him on the street and you’d stumble all over yourself. That he’d ask you how you’ve been or what you’ve done with your life and you’d have nothing to show for it…

You thought you’ve healed from your past, but here comes Simon Riley to indirectly tell you “HA! Think again, dumbass!”.

“You surprised me is all.” You end up saying, your voice carrying a maturity and a strength you didn’t know it could. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

“Didn’t think I would either. Got lucky this coincided with my leave.” He remarks. “Could say the same to you, though.” He adds.

You can’t tell if he meant to offend with that comment. Olly had told you through Facebook that he told Simon about you vanishing off the face of the Earth and that Simon didn’t take it well. You knew he, rightfully so, expected you to stay gone.

“Got back in touch with Olly and the rest of my family.” You remark simply and shrug.

He keeps looking at you with those brown eyes of his, with a certain coldness behind you that forcefully reminds you that this is not the same person you used to know. The boy he was and the man he is are forcefully different people.

“Cute kid.” He adds after a beat of silence as his eyes flit to your daughter who’s still very much in her own world with her teething toy.

“Thanks.” You reply.

This feels awkward. You’re finally standing face to face (more like face-to-chest, goddamn is the man tall) after a whole ten years. Are you even friends? No. But are you acquaintances? Also no. And you have too much of a history to be strangers. 

So what are you?

“What’s her name?” He asks as he looks back at you.

“Evie.” You answer. “Evelyn.” You correct yourself before adding. “Evie for short.”

“Hm.” He remarks unemotionally. His eyes flit over you up and down, taking in… everything about you.

You are a confident person, you’d say. You feel good in your own skin. You like your reflection when you see yourself in the mirror. And you feel like a million bucks in this dress, which wraps around your body beautifully, the fabric making you look delicate and soft.

But under his scrutinizing gaze, you feel anything but confident.

So, you take a breath and return the same scrutinizing gaze, up and down, taking in every inch of him, your eyes just as strong and confident as his own. He notices, because of course he does, and he puffs out his chest and raises his chin, to allow you to keep looking at him, showing himself off a bit proudly.

He’s wearing a khaki formal uniform, or full dress as you remember it being called, and although it's been ten years, you still remember some things about all the stuff you investigated about the British Army, so you could keep up with him, impress him with your knowledge.

A brown waist belt with a sash across the right soldier means he’s an Officer… The buttons are gold and shaped like winged parachutes, and he wears a beret instead of a cap. A beige beret to be exact, which means he’s no longer in the Parachute Regiments, who wear maroon ones. There’s a cap badge on the beret and the Excalibur on it tells you one thing: he’s special forces. You don’t remember which one… but you know he’s something big, bad, and important.

“Special Forces.” You muse out loud, showing off what you noticed.

His eyebrows raise, impressed by you, and then he nods. “Somethin’ like that.” He adds.

“Done well for yourself, then.” You add and he nods again and blinks while smirking, as if trying to humbly pat himself on the back for it.

“She have a dad?” Simon asks while shooting Evelyn a look. The words escape his mouth quicker than he wanted and sound a lot more judgemental than he meant for them to.

The way your eyebrows raised at him, the same way they used to when he’d say something bloody stupid as a teen, told him you weren’t pleased and that he had put his foot in his mouth.

“Sorry.” He says though it’s clear he doesn’t mean it. “Came out wrong.” He tells you.

You might have gone ten years apart but you knew Simon like the back of your hand at one point… And you knew sometimes he’d say things aloud when he meant to keep them as thoughts. It’s clearly that’s a habit he still has.

“I know what you meant.” You reply bluntly as you fix your grip on the infant, swiveling her a bit to sit on your other side.

“What’s the answer then? She got a dad?” He probes as he dips his head a bit to the side, his arms hanging by his side as he looks you up and down.

“Aye.” You end up replying, the Scottish word slipping past your lips then you meant for it to. You still speak English with a Manc accent, just like him, but there are little quirks like this one that you’ve adopted after living in Dundee for ten years.

Simon’s eyebrows cock up as well at the sound of Scottish word, and you can tell he finds it odd, but he doesn’t comment. “Where’s he, then?” He retorts. “No ring on your finger.” He adds.

Your eyes drift down to your left hand which is wrapped around your daughter now, the splayed fingers showing a distinct lack of a wedding ring. He sounds just as judgemental. But you don’t let it ruffle your feathers.

“Separated.” You reply maturely. “No ring on yours.” You say and nod toward his own left hand which also lacks a ring.

“Married to the job.” He replies and you can’t help but let out a snort of a chuckle, which makes him chuckle dryly too.

“‘f course you are.” You add in reply.

“Could’ve been married to you.” He retorts with the same casualty of someone saying ‘Nice weather today’.

You scoff and shake your head. “Really?” You add.

“Ye.” He adds. “Had a ring and everythin’.” He quips. “Then Olly told me you ran off into the night.”

You scoff again, mostly out of disbelief, and look away from him, your eyes flittering over the courtyard in front of the church.

The ceremony should be finishing soon enough.

“Dodged a bullet then.” You remark dryly, smiling a bit in amusement.

“You or me?” He retorts and you find your eyes drifting upwards to him again.

For a moment you just both stare at each other in silence… 

Your eyes are locked in the same way they used to whenever the two of you were about to throw themselves at one another as teens… 

Then, he breaks into a grin, and so do you, the both of you looking away for a moment. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. You’re both amused at the cheekiness of your comment.

“How long are you stayin'?” He asks you once you both glance at each other again.

“Goin’ home on the 26th.” You tell him. “How long’ve you got leave for?” 

“‘Till the 27th.” He replies and dips his head to the side a bit.

This is definitely crazy.

You secretly wonder if you’ve gone mad.

A decade has gone by… But there’s no mistaking the electricity in the air.

That light buzzing of goosebumps that prickle at your skin, making the hair in the back of your neck stand… Like lightning is about to strike…

“Take me out to dinner.” You demand abruptly and narrow your eyes at him.

He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek again in amusement. “Are you askin’ me on a date?” He retorts.

“No. I’m tellin’ you.” You add, watching how his brown eyes swiftly light ablaze with a certain fire you never expected to see after so many years apart.

“Tomorrow?” He suggests.

“Tomorrow.” You add.

“I’ll pick you up at 9.” He adds.

You know damn well that 9 P.M. is too damn late for dinner… But you also know that in reality, your ‘dinner’ will be grabbing Nando’s and cheap beer, and eating in the backseat of his car in that one side road you always used to go to… talking into the night… and probably definitely fucking each other’s brains out.

“Like the good ol’ days.” You remark.

“Mhm.” He adds.

Then, the church doors open and the guests come pouring out, forcing the two of you to separate.

But you can still see the smirk on his lips from afar as you walk off to grab your nappy bag, find your mum, and get ready for the rice toss.

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[fastlikealambo]

 The Wolfman & The Metalhead

 Werewolf!Eddie Munson x  Alt Sinclair! F!Reader

 Chapter Two

Summary: Your entire existence is wrapped in Hawkins Records, the only record store in town and your place of employment. You told yourself you’d work there for a few months and then run away to LA, and join a band.

But it’s been three years and all you have to show for it is a 10% discount  and a favorite customer by the name of Eddie Munson. You thought it would be another boring year but now people are going missing in Hawkins and why does a big ass dog always walk you to your car every night?

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, PinV, Jason Carver

“We are Corroded Coffin, if you’re still alive, goodnight!” Eddie yelled out into the crowd of 5 drunks and two high school freshmen who snuck in a few minutes prior.

But not you.

“It wasn’t Kate Bush but you didn’t completely suck.” Max said once Eddie hopped off the stage after packing up with the rest of the band.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Red. I was supposed to see Big Sinclair tonight but one out of three ain’t bad.” Eddie said, trying not to let his disappointment show. 

“My sister didn’t show up at all? ” Lucas asked.

“Nope just you two and our regulars. One more and it would have been a full pit.”

“Hey, we’re closing up early. The police are shutting down the street so get out!” The bar owner yelled, only to be met by groans.

“What the fuck, I want another beer!”

“Out, they found a body at that record store. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!”

Body at the record store?

No.

It couldn’t be. 

Lucas, Max, and Eddie shared the same horrified look before Lucas took off out of the bar with Max chasing after him. 

The scene that they ran straight into was chaotic, police cars and an ambulance, officers trying and failing to control the scene in front of them. The scent of blood and your scent was intertwined with the smell of fresh death, making Eddie want to vomit.

“Lucas! Lucas, wait!” Eddie heard Max yell as Lucas tried in vain to get through police tape into an active crime scene. Eddie  gently put his hands on Lucas’ shoulders, turning the kid away from the scene.

“Lucas, you don’t-

“Lucas?”

Eddie could have cheered when he heard your voice as they all turned to see you slowly exiting an ambulance wrapped in a blanket, clearly hurt.  Lucas nearly knocks you over but you sweep him into a hug despite the pain, wrapping the blanket around the two of you.

“I thought you-”

“ You are not getting rid of me that easy Lucas.” You said,joking half heartedly before hugging Max. You finally spot Eddie in the back who makes his way to the three of you, giving him a watery smile.

“I’m sorry I missed your-

You don’t get to finish as the metalhead engulfs you in a hug and squeezes you so damn tight you let out a small yelp of surprise. 

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Sinclair. What the fuck happened? ” He asked, his eyes sweeping your body and assessing the damage. 

“I was taking the trash out and I heard something, got spooked and ran. I fell on my way out and that’s when I saw her just lying there. It’s Chrissy Cunningham,  I couldn’t tell at first there was so much blood, but it’s her.” You said quietly.

A police officer comes up behind you and you immediately stop the conversation.

“We got your statement Ms. Sinclair, you can go home now, we’ll call you if we have any further questions.” He said, leaving just as quickly as he came.

“I have my van, why don’t you let me take you home?  You probably shouldn’t be driving Sinclair.” 

You open your mouth to retort otherwise but you’re far too tired and too sore to argue, not to mention your keys no doubt had blood on them.

“Okay.”

The ride is quiet as you can’t get Chrissy’s unnaturally broken body out of your head.  You barely utter a goodbye to your brother and Max as it all starts to weigh down on you. 

“This is you, Sinclair.” Eddie said, pulling to a top outside your apartment building. You don’t know if it’s the shock of it all but you put your hand on Eddie’s. 

“Hey, hey, you okay?” He asked softly, squeezing your hand.

“Will you stay with me? You don’t have to stay the whole night if you don’t want to,  just till I fall asleep. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch, I don’t care  just please-

Eddie gently tilts your chin to look at him, ringed thumb gently stroking the side of your face.

“It would be my honor.”

Two showers and some tylenol later, you’re both in your bed laying  in a tiny bit of awkward silence, not exactly how you thought you’d be ending the night.

“ Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked, turning to face him.  

“C’mere, Sinclair.” Eddie whispered, opening his arms for you to scoot over, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

You fell asleep to the sound of Eddie’s heartbeat and his hand stroking your cheek.

But Eddie didn’t fall asleep.

He was preoccupied by a smell.

Not the smell of your blood or Chrissy’s blood on your dirty clothes nor your freshly washed skin.

Beneath all that was the smell of a wolf, but not his own.

There was another werewolf in Hawkins and they had found you. 

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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳𝐚; 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

reiner braun x fem!reader. dark content/nsfw. religious themes/trauma related, blasphemy, lots of corruption (kink and not kinky), reiner is confused, clingy, needy and sad as fuck. eventual smut.

fraqueza: weakness, fragility.

summary: it's more than just curiosity. reiner goes to the mass every day he can, craving the day he dies as one of the god's chosen for entering the heaven, to finally see his dead and disappointed mother and tell her he'd been a fair man. but his faith is too weak and, in a matter of weeks, he's not going to the cathedral to pray, but to see the girl across the street. you, called the sin.

words count: 1,256

note: it's quite confuse at first, but i promise it'll get better. the plot has lots of feelings such as guilty because of church, religious trauma related, so if you feel bad reading about it, please, don't proceed. i had a good time writing a this, so i hope you like it too <3

i. low blood pressure

Reiner’s faith is weak. Surprisingly ridiculous for a man who goes to the church every week, sitting on the last seat during all the three masses that happens on Sunday, but whose heart is outside every single minute. His heart is divided—the beauty and peace religion bring him is good, but the thought of leaving to live without rules other than his own moral principles teases him while the Father talks about the rewards of renouncing the flesh.

He knows himself and the contradictions about his thoughts. When Braun’s at church, he’s pretty sure he can fight against the carnal desires. God may give him the strength he needs if he prays; the Father can help him with his good advices. Though, when Reiner steps out of the cathedral, the first thing he sees is the sin wearing tempting sundresses and no bra. And, damn, how he wants it. More than go to the heaven and meet his mother, who died being a God’s servant.

It's a shame he doesn’t wait even a single minute to feel he’s a dirty man after the mass. The tease of his soul, flesh and mind is across the street, always reading books with creepy scenes on the cover, matching nothing with her pretty dresses, made of floral print fabric. Her smile is soft, although Reiner knows one of those books talk about murders and passionate crimes. She usually looks up when the church’s bells ring, and her eyes meet with Reiner’s. He has never received a smile, but the curious gaze she passes all over his rigid military uniform is tempting enough to have him thinking more than he should, especially after so many moments hearing about the importance to keep strong against the devil’s trials.

After the mass, Reiner goes back home and pray a little more. He gets down on his knees, closed eyes with the faith he doesn’t have, and starts to mumble his wishes, hoping God is listening to him. But his mind is a traitor—he imagines the girl across the street on the bed his head is placed, his head between her legs and his tongue shut, focused on getting louder moans and his pray is over. Not even the hallowed be thy name is said before his pants are tight, uncomfortably reminding him of his most recent sin.

For God’s sake. It isn’t the first time he gets aroused during the Lord’s Prayer because of that girl that must be younger than twenty-five years old.

Guilty grows in his chest every day he notices he’s not going to the church because of the Father’s lecture, but to see that girl. To see you.

One day, you pass across the cathedral large doors and stops at the last seat, by Reiner’s side. It is not as close as he desires to have you, but stills a massive distraction when he notices you and your blue dress, full of colorful butterflies on the fabric, sitting so close. All of sudden, without any warnings. Why didn’t God send him any “be careful this week” sign?

Reiner moves, worried, on his place, when you wave your hand to him, smiling softly. It’s the first time he sees you doing it towards him and the sight is tattooed in his brain instantly. He only nods, looking up to the altar, where the Father is starting to explain about the Time of God. Instead of paying attention, he stares at the image of Mother Maria, widen eyes, and repeats the words one of the Nuns once said to him.

“Our Father who arts in Heaven, protect me from the flesh desires,” The words leave his lips with no sound, seeming to work at least a little bit. His mind stops showing him scenes of your knees on the carpet of the church while he towers overs you, and blood stops rushing to his dick. He sighs, relieved, and continues. “Hallowed be thy name, give me the strength and don’t let me fall today.”

You start to chuckle, but soon it becomes a cough, ones no one would ever believe. Braun feels like staring at you; he wants to know why are you finding everything so funny, but he forces himself to keep praying. If he distracts himself for a second, not even the Bible on his lap would be enough to cover the proof of his sin.

Reiner breathes in, “Lord Jesus Christ, cover me with the protection of your powerful blood.” Breathes out, and his faith is gone for a moment, dangerously challenging him to look at you, and he can’t help himself. “Lord Jesus Christ,” he says, loud enough for you to hear it and shake your head because of his surprised tone.

This time, it’s impossible. Not even an entire chapter of the Bible could save him from the way his dick throbs when he sees the pretty fabric of your dress being pulled up shamelessly with the excuse you want to rearrange it. His fragile faith falls from its dome and is shattered into a million pieces when your thighs are almost bare in front of him, almost reaching the place he wants to place his head.

Braun’s faith is weaker than he thought.

Standing up, he grimaces, weak. His stomach hurts, his head is dizzy and his erection tight into his trousers makes his breath messy, a shame for a man who can run kilometers without the need to stop. His first thought is to go to the bathroom and calm down himself, coming back to the mass after it. But once more his flesh betrays him and he sees the house across the street, with its gate open, calling for his name.

He walks until he’s very close of the small gate, a cute garden close to it, full of red flowers and their painful thorns. He looks back, to the cathedral, and he thinks he must be delirious—why are the girl of his sinner’s dream walking to where he stopped? It means nothing it’s your house, why are you following him? Do you want to make him give in to the temptation by inviting him to your house, offering him a cup of tea and a blowjob?

Reiner falls on his knees, praying one more time, staring at the yellow moon.

However, now he begs you. Please, invite him in. Please, offer him chamomile tea with two sugars and taste it before giving the mug where your lips touched. Ask him if he wants to stay the night, because everybody knows military men are hard-workers.

When you reach him, holding his shaky hand and caressing one of his cheeks, Reiner is sure that not even the Heaven must feel like it. His shoulders are free, he feels so light he could even fly. With his feet on the floor, walking into your little house, he forgets he should not accept the devilish offer your tongue didn’t tell him. He lost his abilities to protest as he sits on your blue sofa, staring at your face like he’s never seen before.

“I should not stay here,” he manages to say, struggling against the knot in his throat.

“Yes,” you give him a smile that feels like comfort, like care. “But your blood pressure seems to be low. And I think it’s my fault. Let me take care of you.”

Reiner falls back. Sees stars. Let me take care of you.

For how long he waited to listen to these words?

[baecvlt]

Hello hello! I looove your work! I was wondering if I could requests Kazuichi taking his best friend(or lover! Just thought friend would make it more interesting) on a late night car ride to test some adjustments he made to it, could end up with some steamy car sex? Hopefully this made sense! I've been craving this kind of fic

Car Sex: Kazuichi Soda x Reader

a/n: It’d be an honor to write this. Hope you enjoy! ALso VERY WELL ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIP HERE + projecting my interests onto reader because I get selfish AND I feel like Kaz listens to rock/alt/indie music. K byeee. ALSO READER IS FEM, pls specify next time

It was a Friday night, you were out for dinner with your best friend, Kazuichi Soda. You were glad to finally get out the house. It got lonely, plus you got to catch up with him and see him personally. He offered to pay for your meal, you allowed it since this time you were tight on money. As he paid, you notice he was excited about something.

“I know this is so last minute,” he began,“But I was wondering if you’d come back to the shop with me”

You nodded, but remained curious. “Of course, I’ll go, but why?”. He leaned toward you and he was excited. His leg was shaking and hands slightly shaking. “I’m finally finished with my car!,” he cheered,“I want you to be the very first to join me for a test drive!”. You smiled. Kazuichi had been working on this car since high school. He almost gave up on it too, so you were happy he never gave up on it. “Of course I’ll go!,” you told him, just as cheerful as he was. You both has walked to the restaurant, now walked back to the shop.

His family was there, closing the shop up. You obviously greeted them. He walked right past them and to the garage. A sheet was on top of the car. Once you were in the room, he walked towards it. He grabbed the sheet, doing a small countdown. “3..2..1-”. He yanked the sheets off, revealing a new and improved car. “So, what do ya think?”. You were excited with him now. “Jesus, the paint job on this is amazing!,” you said to him. “‘May have taken me my whole high school and half my college experience to finish it, but it was worth it!”.

“Totally”

“What do ya say? Should we take it out for a spin”

“You don’t have to ask me twice”

He cheered quietly, opening the passenger door for you and hopping into the driver’s side. He opened the garage door, pulling out of the driveway. He had only driven down the street and you saw how nervous he was. You grabbed his hand, he gasped when you did. “Hey, I’m sure the car is fine, don’t stress out”. He smiled, putting his arm around you. You relaxed laying back. You drove around for about half an hour, going up some hill to a mountain. “Where are we going?,” you asked him.

“We’re gonna look at the stars”

“Ooo, nice”

He parked by the edge of the mountain. It was weird because no other cars were to be seen. Usually there were. “By the way, I wanna show you the coolest thing here,” he said, opening the glove compartment. He took out a CD, Slowdive's 1993 album Souvlaki, and revealed he had a working stereo. "Holy shit, it works?," you were excited. He nodded, popping in the CD. "I love Slowdive," you mumbled. He smiled, chuckling a little.

"I know. You were listening to it the day we met"

"Oh! I was...Yeah, I remember you came up to me that day. You were so awkward"

"Right? God, I feel like I acted like a douche"

"You were like,'Hey, we shouldn't be able to hear your music'"

"Yeah, yeah. Then you were all,'Oh, sorry!'. Then, I was like,'Don't worry, but anyway, Slowdive, huh?'"

You both laughed. "God, I felt that you were trying to hit on me that moment," You told him,"But you're just...you're really nice". Smiling, he shook his head. "Do you miss high school?," he asked. You thought about it for a moment. Did you? "You know what," you began,"Partially". He was confused. "What do you mean?".

"Well, we all had good times in high school. We had good friends, all those memories. We've kinda drifted away, but that's why I partially miss it"

"So why don't you?"

"I felt like I didn't belong"

He looked at you sympathetically. "You all had an established talent. I didn't," you told him,"Sometimes, I still wish I hadn't gone". Hearing you say so saddened him. "But you're good at a lot," he said,"You were better than everyone there". "You're just saying--".

"No! I swear, you are talented at a lot. It was just never put into one thing. You aren't alone either. Hajime never had an exact talent, Nagito won a lottery...you belonged there just as anybody else. You are a Jack of All Trades—"

"—Master of None."

"NO! You are the master of all!"

You smiled. "I care so much about you. I'm really glad we met. I just know that if we hadn't met my life wouldn't be the way it is now...," he said,"So, please, never say that again! You belonged there". You lay back in your seat, trying not to cry. For the first time in forever you felt like you had a place in the world, it felt weird, but not bad. You weren't used to feeling important. "Are you even happy with your life?". He looked at his thumbs when you asked him that. You were afraid of his answer, you didn't know why, but you were.

"There are somethings I wish I didn't have to deal with, but when I think about you, I realize that it's all worth dealing with...and that makes me the happiest man in the world"

"Kaz..."

He said your name, his voice low when he did. It interrupted anything you wanted to say next and your thoughts were racing. "I..I—". He sighed. You knew whatever he had to say next was not easy for him to spit out. "You know how important this car is was for me, it took up my entire high school year to work on. I know I had fun doing it, but I didn’t build it for me,” he sputtered and you could tell he was nervous,“I made this car so that...so that I'd have something to impress you with the day I had the courage to tell you how I really feel about you. I love you and I have for so long. I don't see myself being with anyone else and I wanted you to think of me as the coolest guy you'd ever met and now you probably think I'm a chump–"

You launched yourself towards him, attacking his lips and you felt his skin radiating. He felt as if he had been kissed by an angel. "I love you too, Kaz," you whispered. You really did. Crawling onto his lap, you pushed his hair back. "I wish it hadn't taken you so long to tell me," you added, frowning,"We could have done all these cute high school couple things, then moved onto adult couple things". He kissed you this time, his hands on your hips as you nibbled his bottom lip. He managed to move you both to the passenger side in order to prevent your back setting the horn off. He stopped for a minute.

"'Adult couple things'?"

"Yeah"

"Well, we're adults now, aren't we? And who says we're too old to do what high schoolers do"

"You're not wrong either...but are you interested in doing adult things with me?"

He blushed and looked away for a minute,"I, uh- I've never done it before. I was waiting do it with someone who loves me, y'know? But- you love me, right?". You laughed, nodding. He laughed too, shaking his head as he reached up your skirt, his calloused and rough hands rubbing your thighs. "Hoh-okay, you asked for it". He leaned forwards to kiss you, grabbing the waistband of your panties as his tongue entered your mouth. He pulled them down, allowing you to remove the rest by making his seat go further back. You kicked them off, going to unzip his jeans and pull those down too along with his boxers. He was already rock hard and made you throb just looking as his cock. It was slightly above average in both length and girth, but what did you expect from a dork like him?

You took off your entire skirt before climbing right back into his lap right after pulling them down, he smirked and lowly praised you: "Good girl". He kissed you a little more before he grabbed his cock, ready to guide it inside you. "You ready?". You were shaking, but uttered a soft,"Yes...". Before he could, the Slowdive song you were listening to when you first met started playing and you knew this was meant to happen. You melted when he heard it too. It means it meant something to him and it meant as much to him as it meant to you. "You remember this song, baby?". He pressed light kisses on your forehead as you nodded. You felt his tip at your entrance and you whined. "W-Wait! Kaz, please be careful," you begged. He nodded and kissed you again. "I'll be soft," he reassured you,"Besides, I want to take my time with you. Okay?". You took a breath and relaxed.

"Okay"

"Uh, wait- I should probably ask. Did you wanna do this laying down? I don't think it's fair if you're on top during our first. Plus, I don't want your back to hurt"

"Y-Yeah, my back was starting to ache a little"

He nodded, putting the seat all the way back, now mimicking a bed. You switched positions, spreading your legs for him. He put the volume on the stereo almost all the way up before picking your legs up. He positioned himself again, pushing in just the tip. You gasped quietly, breaking into a very sweet moan as he pushed in all the way, groaning lustfully. He repeatedly pushed in: deep, but slow. He only felt his erection grow harder seeing you blush. Your little moans and soft whimpers when he'd hit that one spot you thought only you would be able to reach made him twitch inside you. He tried to keep his composure, but your walls constantly pumping him made it almost impossible. He leaned forward, desperately trying to kiss you. You could've melted right then and there, seeing how this man made love to you. "I-I love you..," he whispered against your lips. God, he was so cute too.

"I love you too, Kaz, but this is a little too slow now"

"Please, tell me what you need"

"I want you fuck me harder"

"Whatever you say, princess"

His thrusts went from "slow and deep" to "abrupt and very deep". "Like that?". You kissed him in response, grabbing his hair and pushing his head to you. His hips snapped inside you, making it harder to control your breathing. At this point, the windows as fogged up, making the air around you hot. He grabbed your breast, massaging them. You did him the favor of unbuttoning your blouse. You grabbing his hand and slipped it under your bra. "They're so pretty and warm," he mumbled. You could tell he didn't want you to hear that from how low he said it, but you heard it well. He pulled your bra down to your torso, ducking his head down to be able to suck on your breasts a little. "K-Kaz! I'm really sensitive there!". He didn't respond, so entertained by your boobs, knowing playing with them made you feel good.

Your stomach was in knots and it was hard to hold anything anymore.

It took one really hard thrust, making you squirt. He didn't even know it could do that. You didn't cum all the way through, making it uncomfortable now. You felt like you were being edged. "Kaz, it doesn't feel good anymore".

"Do we stop?"

"No, no! Just...I need to cum"

"I'll get you there"

His hands went back to your hips, slamming into you fast and deep. Your body trembled, shaking as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again. "Is this okay?," his voice husky as he was nearing his orgasm too. You nodded, whining. "I-It feel so good..please don't stop," you cried,"It's so good!..". He went faster, grunting softly. You were near crying, about to release. "Are you gonna cum?". He was just as impatient as you were.

"I'm cumming, I-I'm cumming"

"I can't last anymore. C-Can I cum inside?"

"Please, baby"

He groaned you name, shooting his load in you. You knew it was a lot too, feeling it when you moved. He pulled out, laying on the other seat lazily. You were still so turned on, pumping your two fingers in and out of you, securing his cum inside you. "Good girl". You picked your braw up to cover your chest since it was getting cold. "You look so pretty," he added. You were blushing as he helped you with your clothes. Naturally, you helped him with his. "I hope this is a good time to ask, but...". "Yes?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend"

"I'm so glad you do. Yes, Kazuichi, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Yes! Fuck Yes! Oh god, I'm so happy!"

You kissed his cheek, making him become even more giddy as he wrapped his arm around you and drove you to his home. Kissing on his bed, he hugged you tightly afterward as you shushed him to sleep.

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EWTBATF Vlahd x Teen!reader Oneshot

(!NOTE: THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE READER AND VLAHD, THIS IS A FATHER DAUGHTER TYPE RELATIONSHIP!

Hello! I made this oneshot for people with daddy issues who used to simp for Vlahd but now want him to be your dad. The reader uses they/them pronouns because I want everyone to be able to feel included while reading this.

Vlahd and Eddsworld The Beginning and The Friend doesn't belong to me! It's a fancomic made by Makenzie Matthews, Jaculynn Kristiansen, Alyssa Grissom and Brittany Clark. Eddsworld belongs to Edd Gould. If I use any art in this oneshot I will credit the artist and give their socials.

P.s: If this is well received, I might make a story about this, so stay tuned~

P.p.s: I know this isn't Creepypasta content, but I felt like doing something a bit different.)

!DISCLAIMER! This oneshot deals with a lot of gore, mental, emotional, and physical abuse, fighting, missing body parts, and swearing! If you are sensitive to these topics, I advise you don't read this oneshot! Also, some spoilers for the fancomic EWTBOTF, so if you haven't read it or haven't been reading it for the past few months, I urge you to do so. Not just for this oneshot, but the comic is also pretty good!

Tessellate

Word count: 3,569

Song: Tessellate - Alt J

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"Three guns, and one goes off. Ones empty, ones not quick enough. One burn, one red, one grin. Search the graves while the camera spins."

The same thing happened every single day. You would wake up to screaming, try to shower and do your morning routine without being interrupted, spend the rest of the day your home trying not to get involved with your parent's marital issues, go to school, do chores, get screamed at for not doing something right, eat dinner, do homework, cry, then go to bed. This was your life since you were ten years old. Your biological father died when you were nine, then your mother got remarried a few months after your tenth birthday.

Your parents were very emotionally and mentally abusive. Sometimes they hit you, but would feign sorrow to try to make you feel safe around them. They continued this behavior for years, until you were thirteen. Apparently, your stepfather had gotten into some shady business with the infamous Red Leader. You had to move from your home country to England so your stepfather could work with the Red Leader. You were miserable, you had lost all of your friends you had in school. You had to go to a private boarding school, you never got picked on, but you found it hard to make friends. After a few moths, you finally got comfortable with your new surroundings.

One day though, that all changed for the worse. Your mom and stepfather got into a huge argument, apparently your mom was cheating on a man in the same army as your stepfather. He hit your mom, your mom left right after that. He then hit you really hard in the face, so hard that it left a mark. You burst into tears and ran to your room. You emptied out your book bag, and threw some clothes, hygienic products, your phone and charger, etc, into it. You quietly walked out of your room and out the front door while your dad wasn't looking. You walked down the streets of your neighborhood and out into the little town a few blocks away.

Popping your earbuds in, you listen to some music to try and calm yourself down. You walk around town for a about an hour before you passed a creepy alleyway. Unbeknownst to you, a man stepped out of that alleyway. He lightly tapped you on the shoulder. You stop dead in your tracks. You shakily turn around and take out your earbud to confront the man. A man with shaggy brown hair, an eyepatch, big eyebrows, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth stood before you. Its Paul, your stepfather's mate!

Paul asked why you weren't at your house and offered to take you back. You explained what happened and Paul was shocked and disgusted with your stepfather's behavior. He took you back to the Red Army base and let you stay there. You agree and he takes you to the base. As soon as you get there, Paul took you to talk with Red Leader himself. Scared, you explain to the Red Leader what happened with your mom and stepdad. Red Leader let you stay on base on one condition. You have to serve in the Red Army when you turn sixteen. You agreed because you had nowhere else to go.

It's been five months since your sixteenth birthday. You have been integrated into the Red Army, and you have made a bunch of freinds on the base. It's not so bad working for the Red Army. You even have a father figure now. Even though you'd never tell him you consider him a father figure, in fear of him not being ready to be a dad and pushing you away. Sargent Major Vlahd has been training you since you were fourteen. You started out being very skittish towards him. You didn't know what he would do to you. Eventually, you two have grown closer and closer together.

Vlahd has been teaching you Russian, and you have been working your ass off during training with him. He has taken you under his wing and now you live with him in an apartment Red Leader has for him. All of Red's most important people have their own apartment-type rooms. Vlahd's is built with a living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and an entire ass library. Your room is right across from Vlahds. You have to do chores in your and Vlahd's apartment as well, but it's a small price to pay for a roof over your head and a non-toxic father figure.

"Y/n, ужины готовы (Y/n, dinner's ready)." Vlahd calls from the kitchen, you get up from your desk and decide to finish your studies later. You walk into the kitchen and see a big pot on the stove, whenever that big pot comes out, you know he's making borscht. You celebrate in silence and take a bowl from the cupboard. You spoon some borscht into your bowl, then you proceed to the dinning room table to sit with Vlahd. A little tradition you both started to do to make tou more comfortable around him. "So, how was your day?" You ask, to get a conversation going. "Все было хорошо, а как насчет твоего (It was okay, what about yours?)?" "Mine was pretty good." You say, spooning some borscht into your mouth.

"О, между прочим, Красный Лидер хочет, чтобы я нашел солдата, который недавно ушел из МВД. Так что завтра тебе не нужно тренироваться или учиться, у тебя выходной (Oh, by the way, Red Leader wants me to go find a soldier who has gone MIA recently. So you don't have to do any training or studies tomorrow, you have the day off.)." Vlahd finishes. You nod your head in understanding. "Who do you have to find?" It was often that soldiers went MIA to try and get out of the army and Red Leader's deal. Red is a ruthless man. "Мэтт, я думаю, его зовут (Matt, I think his name is)."

A small 'ohhhhh' left your mouth. Vlahd has had problems with this soldier before. He was not following orders, so Vlahd was ordered to contain him with any force necessary. That didn't go so well. Apparently, another person with Matt turned into a fucking horned beast and sent Vlahd to the medical wing for two weeks. He had broken two of Vlahds ribs and broke his leg. Finishing up your borscht, you bid Vlahd a goodnight, put your bowl and spoon in the sink, and return back to your room to finish your studies before you go to bed.

You awake to your alarm beeping at you. Sighing, you begrudgingly get up and put on your uniform and proceed to role call . After that, you take off your uniform and pick out your clothes for the day. If you're off duty, you don't have to wear your uniform. You pull out a f/c sweater and a pair of black jeans. You get dressed and go to the bathroom, Vlahd has already left, so you have the bathroom all to yourself. You take a shower and proceed with your morning routine. After you're done, you decide to make yourself some toast and have a nice cup of coffee. After you finish your breakfast, you clean up the kitchen and bathroom out of boredom. You pull out your phone and check the time. The digital screen reads 10:36 am, you groan out of boredom. Then, a wonderful idea popped into your head, you decided to take a walk off base.

You made sure to write a note for Vlahd and stuck it on the fridge if he returns before you're back. You also ask Red Leader if it's okay. He said that it was, so you go ahead and take a secret trail off base and into a huge, lush forrest. You stick in some earbuds and continue to walk into the forrest. From this trail, there is a small town on the other side. Usually when the base runs low on food, plates, utensils, etc, there is a store where you can buy things in bulk for cheap. You also know of a small café where you like to get drinks, they have really good tea and coffee. You arrive at Le Café de Campagne and enter. You order your favorite drink off the menu. You pay and sit down at the cute tables. The café was heavily inspired by France, with relatively French architecture and design.

Cute glass tables and tall chairs are scattered around the small café, a gorgeous mural is painted on the back wall near the counter and cash register. The mural depicts a beautiful countryside with a small cottage to the left behind a field of yellow and pink flowers. In the background, snowy-topped mountains and another cottage sit beautifully. The baby blue sky and fluffy clouds pull the entire piece together. Cute black vases hold pink and yellow tulips along with napkins, salt, and pepper. A display counter with delectable sweets ranging from Macaroons to Tarte Tatin sit in the window, ready to be eaten. On top of the display counter sits a miniature Eiffel Tower, and a bunch of other mini versions of popular tourist attractions such as the Louvre and the Notre Dame cathedral. The people who work there are pretty cool as well. You know most if the people that work there, such as Andrea. She's been working at the café since it opened three years ago. She's easily one of the sweetest people you've ever met.

"Y/n, you're order is ready!" Andrea's sweet voice calls to you. "Thank you so much, have a good day Andrea!" "You too Y/n!" She calls as you walk out the door. You continue to stroll through the tiny town, looking into windows of small shops. You stop in front of a small thrift store, you decide to look around. You start in the CD and DVD section. You found a CD of your favorite band, and a Smash Mouth CD, both for lest than a euro. Obviously, you decide to buy them. You go looking around in the long sleeve shirt section. You pulled out a cute blue-grey sweater that says "Big Dick Energy" on it in bold letters, as if it were school apparel. You look at the tag, it's your size and only five euros. You take that with you as well. Moving across to the pants section, you find a cute pair of high waisted black ripped jeans. They're your size and only seven euros, so you take it. You bring your items up to the cashier, you pay, then you leave.

You decide to walk more into the forest. You take a short cut through an alleyway between the thrift store and a small bank. You push past a few stray branches and step over some shrubbery. You walk along a naturally formed pathway, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. You keep walking until you feel a droplet of rain fall on your forehead, then a couple more. You take cover underneath a tree as rain pours from the sky. You slide your small f/c backpack off of your shoulders and pull out a travel sized sketchbook and a pencil case full of pencils and pens. You take out a graphite pencil and begin to sketch out some scenery infront of you. Rows upon rows of tall oak trees sit infront of you, along with a line of small bushes keeping the trees from growing onto that pathway. The dirt pathway is damp with rain water, some weeds and flowers have managed to grow through the pathway.

After you're done, you marvel at your sketch, you're definitely putting this on your wall later. You pack up your sketchbook and utensils. You also manage to fit your new thrifted items into your bag as well. You pick up the cup that houses the few drops left of your drink from the café. You quickly make it back to town and find a garbage can to throw the cup away. The rain is still coming down hard, and it's getting dark out. You pull out your phone and check the time. Your digital screen reads 16:57 (4:57 pm). You slip your phone back into the pocket of your jeans and hurriedly walk back to base. Almost slipping in mud a few times, you make it back to base. Once you enter your and Vlahd's apartment, You speed walk to your room and peel off your soaking wet clothes. You enter the bathroom and toss your clothes into the washer to clean them.

Slipping on the clothes you bought, you put away your CDs, wallet, sketchbook, and pencil case. You flop on your bed, now bored. You decide to re-read your favorite book, you haven't read it in a while. In the middle of you reading your book, you got a text from Vlahd. 'Подойдите к входу в большую базу, это срочно (Come to the big entrance, it's urgent.' The text reads, you respond with an 'okay'. You throw another pair of shows on that aren't soaking wet and speed walk to the big entrance in the base. That entrance is usually used for big shipments of cargo, you wonder what could have happened. Anxiety begins to catch up with you and so many negative thoughts run wild in your head. Your speed walking turns into a jog, which turns into a run, which turns into a sprint. You're dodging soldiers as you sprint down to the big entrance.

"Sargent Major Vlahd!" One of the nurses says in shock. You turn the corner just in time to see Vlahd, kneeled over. Your eyes begin to well up with tears. He's covered in blood, parts of his uniform are gone and replaced with huge gashes, his left arm is completely gone. He looks up at you, he sees you almost in tears, he tries to stand back up, but one of the nurses grabs his arm. "Take him to the infirmary, stat!" She says, trying to hustle him past the crowd that formed behind the nurses. Everyone is talking around you, can't hear anything though because of how shocked and overwhelmed you are. Vlahd tries to say something to you, but he's in so much pain that he cant speak. You have people step aside so the nurses can get through to make it to the infirmary in time.

You follow them to the medical wing, you try to follow them into the infirmary, but they won't let you. That's kind of understandable though, considering he needs emergency surgery to fix his arm, or what he has left of his arm. You see him through the infirmary window. Making eye contact with you, he gives you a weak smile before passing out from blood loss. You decide it's best to go back to your apartment, and wait it out. One of the nurses gave you her number to get updates on how Vlahd is doing. She knows how close you are with him, she could tell by the look in your eyes that you were devastated when he came back. You enter the apartment and go straight to your room.

You can't help but cry. You lost one of your father figures and you sure as hell aren't going to lose another one. In the middle of you sobbing, you get a text from the nurse, saying that Vlahds surgery was successful. He's going to have to stay in the infirmary for two to three weeks, but he's going to recover. You start sobbing harder out of pure joy. You hadn't even realized that you've been sobbing for almost two hours straight. The clock on your phone reads '20:37' (8:37 pm). You quickly go out to the kitchen and heat up some leftover borscht from last night. After you finish dinner, you go to bed. All of that crying made you exhausted.

Waking up was a but hard today, but you knew if you didn't show up for role call, Red Leader would be upset. Nobody want's to upset Red, he's terrifying when he's angry. So, you begrudgingly get up and grab an extra uniform you have. Walking into the bathroom, you remember about your clothes from last night. You take them and shove them in the dryer. You do your morning routine and then throw on your uniform half hazardly in a rush to get to role call. Making it to the role call room a bit early, you check your schedule for today. You have patrol with Paul today and that's it. Patrol is just you and Paul standing outside if the bases main entrance to make sure no one comes that isn't expected. Usually these are six hour shifts, but you only have to do four today. Thankfully its only a four hour shift today, you don't think you're mentally well enough to stay for six.

After role call, you met Paul by the main entrance of the base. You two greeted each other, then stayed silent. Until Paul spoke up, "I'm so sorry kiddo. I know this can be very stressful, especially when someone you're close to gets severely injured. It's really not fair what happened to him. Hopefully, he'll recover soon and things will go back to some sort of normality." You pull Paul into a tight hug. A few tears slip out of your tired eyes.You haven't had the time to really process this information. Now that you are on patrol, you can kinda marinate in your thoughts. You pull away from Paul's embrace, "Thank you Paul, I really needed that." You sigh, wiping away the tears that stuck to your flushed cheeks.

After Patrol, you go back to your apartment and change. You change into the Maroon sweater and jeans that are in the dryer. Before you head to the infirmary, you text the nurse to see if Vlahd is awake. Vlahd is a stong man, so the nurses and doctors had to use a lot of anesthesia to keep him unconscious during surgery. The nurse said he was awake, just a bit groggy. You thank the nurse and haul ass to the infirmary. You arrive at medical wing. The medical wing is confusing as hell to navigate. Its three floors, one is where the receptionist desk is, the waiting room, and all the machines like the x-rays, the cat scans, etc. The second one is used for less severe injuries, the third one is used for intensive care. Vlahd is on floor three, room number 108.

"Hello honey, what brings you to the medical wing today?" The receptionist asks in a heavy Jersey accent. "Hello, I'm here to visit Sargent Major Vlahd." The receptionist nods and types something on her keyboard. "Oh! You're Y/n, correct?" You nod. "Okay, sign this out for me please and write your name on this." She hands you a clipboard with a piece of paper you had to fill out in order to visit someone in intensive care. She also hands you a visitor pass that you stick on your shirt. Kind of like a name tag. You fill out the paperwork and pads, then you put the visitors pass on your sweater. You give the paperwork back to the nurse. "Alright sweetie, you know where Vlahd's room is right?" You nod. "Okay, have a good one!" "You too miss." You respond to the receptionist.

You impatiently ride the elevator up to floor three. As soon as the elevator opens, you speed walk to Vlahds room. Knocking on the door, you wait for permission to enter the room. "You can come in hon." The nurse says from the other side of the door. Proceeding to enter the room, all your attention goes to Vlahd. He looks miserable. "I'll leave you twonalone for a while, just hit the bed alarm if you need me." The nurse says then leaves the room. As soon as the nurse leaves the room. You sit down next to him, and try to hold in your tears. You dont want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is. Vlahd tries to sit up, but you try to make him lay down again, he can't be straining this much. Although, considering Vlahd is a powerhouse of strength, you didn't get very far.

Instead, you gave up on fighting against him. Surprisingly, Vlahd pulls you into a tight hug. "Все в порядке, дорогая, все будет в порядке (It's okay honey, it'll all be okay.)." You broke down once again, sobbing into Vlahd's shoulder. You unknowingly grabbed fistfuls of his gown. "P-please don't ever leave me, I can't handle this, please d-don't ever leave me dad-" you cut yourself off has soon as 'dad' left your mouth. "I'm so sorry Vlahd, I-I didn't mean to- " "Y/n." Vlahd silences you. "Все в порядке. Я горжусь тем, что являюсь твоим отцом. Ты чертовски ребенок (It's okay. I'm proud to be your father figure. You're one hell of a kid.)." Vlahd states, you hug him once again.

"Thanks, dad."

[leossmoonn]

Polar Opposites [Spencer Reid]

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pairing - spencer reid x fem!alt!reader

type - fluff

note - hey, guys! this was a request! hope you enjoy it!

summary - spencer takes you out to meet his friends and they learn how different you are from him.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to decide if I liked this outfit better, or the one I had just tried on. Tonight my boyfriend, Spencer, was taking me out clubbing to meet his friends. And right now, I was looking for an outfit.

The one I had on right now was a long t-shirt that I sewed together to be a romper. Fishnet tights, a belt that went along my waist with chains hanging from the sides, a necklace Spencer had given me, and Doc Martens. The other outfit I put together consisted of red and black plaid pants, a regular belt that I put a chain through, a black cami top that had a rose on it, and a black jean jacket.

My style was... different to say the least. A lot more alternative than what a usual adult wears. But, I loved it. I was able to express myself better this way.

I heard Spencer and I’s apartment door open. Spencer called my name and I told him I was in the bedroom. He walked in and his eyes widened.

“Woah, who told you you could look that good?” He smirked.

I smiled and walked over to him. “I did.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He put his hands on my back, pulling me closer. I pulled away after a few moments, wanting to catch my breath.

“Is that your final outfit decision?” He asked. I smiled as he knew that I probably picked a out bunch of outfits before this.

“Hm, I’m not sure. You like it?” I asked and twirled around.

“I love it!” He exclaimed and eyed my body and the curves that the belt accentuated. My cheeks burned slightly and I led him to the bedroom to see the other outfit.

“Well, if we are gonna dance you might get too hot in the jacket and pants. But other than that, it’s your choice,” he shrugged.

I thought for a moment. “You’re right. I’ll stick with this.”

“Sounds good! I’m gonna go get ready,” he said.

I nodded and he turned his head before he left to the bathroom.

“Have I told you you looked good yet?” He asked.

“Hm... not in those exact words, no,” I chuckled. He laughed, “Well, you look ravishing.”

“Thank you, lover boy,” I winked. He chuckled again and then left to go to the bathroom.

I sighed happily and sat down on our bed. I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be dating Dr. Spencer Reid. Us two were so different and due to that, a lot of people wouldn’t picture us together. But we ran into each other on the street - five months ago - , me accidentally spilling my coffee on him. I apologized profusely, but he said it was his fault and offered to buy me a cup sometime. I, of course, said yes and the rest was history.

I think what made us work was, well, I found him incredibly attractive. His fluffy hair, soft eyes, inncocent nature, and intelligent mind. We also shared a similar childhood it seemed. I was bullied for being different and knowing every word to My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park songs. And Spencer was bullied for being a child prodigy. But in my eyes, I didn’t understand who would bully him. He was a true gentleman, best friend, and incredibly sexy fact-spitter.

While thinking, Spencer’s hands wrapped around me. I smiled and turned to kiss his cheek.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Mhm,” I hummed. We both got up and I took a look at him.

His hair fell around his eyes and his lips held his perfect smile. He was wearing a dark-purple dress shirt and black pants.

“You look handsome,” I smiled.

“Thanks, babe,” he said and entertwined his hand with mine. Butterflies flew around my stomach and my knees went weak. Even after being together for almost half a year, he still had the same affects on me as he did from the beginning.

He grabbed his car keys and we went to the car. As we drove to the bar, I sang along to my MCR CD. Even though Spencer didn’t like this type of music, I still found him mouthing the lyrics.

We arrived at the bar and my palms started to get sweaty. Spencer opened the door for me and I thanked him and slowly started walking to the door. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I saw his friends sitting and talking at the bar.

“Hey, they’ll love you,” Spencer said, reading my mind.

“I hope so,” I said and took a deep breath.

Spencer led me over, saying hi first.

“Hey, guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/n,” Spencer smiled.

They all looked at you with friendly smiles and wide eyes.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” I smiled. “You must be Emily, Derek, Penelope, and JJ?” I guessed.

“Spot on! I see Spencer has talked a lot about us,” Emily smiled.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I wanted to be prepared.”

She nodded and then Penelope went to speak.

“I love your outfit and style!” She exclaimed.

I smiled and felt myself relax slightly. “Thank you! I’ve always been one for being different.”

“Oh, me too. Hence all the bright colors and green eyeshadow,” she giggled.

“Oh, awesome! And the eyeshadow looks great!”

“Why thank you. I think we are gonna be great friends.”

“Me, too,” I giggled.

“So, Y/n,” JJ started. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, I spilled my coffee all over him and he offered to buy me another sometime,” I explained.

Derek smiled and clapped him on the back. “My man! You know, pretty boy here used to be all books, but now he has some game!”

Spencer blushed and muttered a ‘thanks’.

“Really? He’s always had game,” I chuckled.

“If you knew me a couple years ago, you wouldn’t have thought so,” Spencer chuckled.

“Well I would’ve loved you either way,” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Oh you guys are adorable!” Penelope gushed.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Do you want some drinks?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, sure!” I smiled.

“Great, what would you like?”

“Um, a Manhattan,” I answered.

“Sounds good. And an Old Fashioned for you, Spence?” Emily asked.

Spencer nodded. I got out my credit card but they stopped me.

“We invited you out. It’s on us,” JJ smiled.

“Oh, uh... you sure? We can split the bill,” I suggested.

“Yeah, we’re sure. Next time you can pay for all of us,” Emily winked.

I laughed, “Okay, deal.”

“Let’s go find a seat,” JJ said. We all nodded and followed Derek and JJ while Emily and Penelope ordered our drinks.

“So, what’re your interests?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I’m interested in art. I’m actually an Art Gallery Dealer, and I paint and draw, too. I love music, that’s also another big part of my life. I’m kind of in a band, too,” I answered.

“Oh, really? You any good?” Derek asked.

“Eh,” I shrugged. Spencer rolled his eyes and smiled. “She’s being modest. She’s the lead singer and guitarist. She’s amazing.”

I blushed and held Spencer’s hand under the table.

“Wow, mind if we see you sometime?” JJ asked.

“Not at all,” I shook my head.

“Great!”

Emily and Penleope came over with all of our drinks.

“So, what did we miss?” Emily asked.

“Y/n, here, is in a band!” JJ exclaimed.

“Oh, really? That’s fun,” Emily smiled and took a sip of her beer.

“What kind of music do you play?” Penelope asked.

“Alternative Rock,” I said. “Ah, I should’ve known,” Penelope laughed.

“So have you ever liked the alternative style?” Derek asked.

“Ever since middle school. I guess you could call it emo, too. But it’s a fun way to express myself. I was bullied, but I always knew that it’s good to be different,” I explained.

They all smiled.

“Wow, that really cool,” Emily said.

“Thanks,” I chuckled.

“Hey, there’s karaoke here! I know your band isn’t here, but we’d love to hear you,” JJ smiled, changing the subject.

I laughed nervously and Spencer squeezed my hand for support.

“Sure,” I said. I downed my drink and stood up.

“You’ll do great!” Spencer said and gave me thunbs up. I laughed and went up to the DJ.

“Hey, are you doing karaoke right now?” I asked.

“Yeah! Wanna be the first contestant?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled.

“What song, sweetie?”

“Helena by My Chemical Romance,” I said.

“You got it. Here’s the mic, good luck!”

I thanked her and grabbed the mic. I went on the stage and immediately looked for Spencer. My eyes locked with his and he gave me another thumbs up. I smiled at his support.

The intro started and I took a deep breath and put my hand on my stomach.

“Long ago, just like the Hearse you die to get in again. we are so far from you, burning on.” I sang.

As I went on, people came in front of the stage, crowding around. Spencer and his friends came up. Penelope and Emily were singing along even.

“Well I've been holding on tonight. What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight,” I sang and loosened up. I moved my head and body with the music.

As I sang onto the next verse, almost the whole club was jumping around and singing the lyrics. I smiled and I felt my confidence build up.

“Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then. We'll meet again. When both our cars collide,” I sang into the mic, getting louder with each word.

“What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!” I jumped around. “And if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!”

I finsihed the song and inhaled loudly, catching my breath. Everyone clapped. Derek, Emily, and Spencer whistled. I smiled and went off the stage. The group met me back at our table.

“Wow! You are talented!” Emiy laughed.

“Thank you. I took voice lessons for 12 years,” I chuckled.

“It payed off,” Derek smiled.

The rest of the night consisted of dancing and talking more. I felt myself grow tired and decided to go home with Spencer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n,” JJ smiled.

“You, too,” I said and returned the smile.

“See you at work, guys,” Spencer said.

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The Next Day *2nd POV*

“So, you met Reid’s girlfriend?” Rossi asked.

Emily nodded and sat down. “They are like polar opposites, but she’s so sweet.”

“How so?” Hotch asked. “She’s more alternative,” JJ explained.

“Hm... wait, is that her over there?” Hotch asked and pointed to the conference room’s window.

The team saw you giving Spencer his lunch. You were dressed in a blue bad black plaid skirt, crop top, with tights and your boots.

“Wow, she is different,” Rossi said.

“But he looks happy,” Hotch grinned slightly.

“He deserves it,” JJ smiled.

They all looked at the two of you, smiling fondly.

“I’m glad he found her,” Emily said.

“Me, too, Em,” Derek smiled.

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Okay, so, I wasn’t directly tagged in this survey thing, but I saw @crowtrobotx do it, and I like doing these, so I’m gonna. If you want to do it, you should, because I like learning about you all. The end.

MUSIC

fave genre? Just, like, rock? I guess? I like some rap and pop, but I generally default to just various genres of rock music. I listen to a lot of ‘90s alt rock, because I’m fucking old and I can’t move on.

fave artist? Weezer, for largely nostalgic reasons. Also, the Pixies, Screaming Females, Guided by Voices, Street Eaters, REM, early Green Day, Nirvana, Chevelle, Queens of the Stone Age.

fave song? Luckily, I started compiling a “favorite songs of all-time” playlist on Spotify earlier this year. Weezer’s “Say It Ain’t So” is number one. (If anything proves Weezer’s not just a meme band, it’s that song.) Number two and three on the list are Paul Simon’s “Graceland” and Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer.”

most listened song recently? I don’t know if there’s one particular song, but I’ve been listening to a lot of Paramore lately. “All I Wanted” is the last one I listened to, and it also happens to be one of my favorites.

5 fave lyrics? Jesus, I have to remember five specific lyrics from, like, any song I’ve ever heard? My memory can’t do that. How about I just name songs with an overall lyrical tone that I enjoy? Weezer’s “Say It Ain’t So,” Paul Simon’s “Graceland,” Wilco’s “Summer Teeth,” Guided by Voices’ “Game of Pricks,” and TV On The Radio’s “Wolf Like Me.”

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? Probably memoirs and auto/biographies. I’m very selective about my fiction. I usually prefer to read about real people and their experiences, and things like progressive theology.

fav writer? This is a hard question to answer. I suppose I could say Douglas Adams, but it’s been so long since I’ve read the Hitchhiker’s books. Rachel Held Evans was a progressive Christian author whose books absolutely changed me. At one point in my life, I was either going to completely abandon my Christian upbringing or try to force myself to go along with it, and her work taught me that there was a middle ground that allowed me to believe in God while also being my true self. She also indirectly made me feel better about my bisexuality, which at the time was a point of confusion and stress.

fav book? At one time, I would’ve said Neil Gaiman’s “Neverwhere,” but Neil’s kind of a tool apparently, so I don’t have much interest in revisiting that. Probably Rachel Held Evans’ “Faith Unraveled.” Look, I know these theological answers are super gay, and not in the good way, but I was raised in the church and the church sucks, but I think there’s a slight chance God might be real, so I’ve been like clinging to the shreds of the Christian faith that haven’t been completely fucked up by people. Calm down, it’s okay. Honorable mentions go out to Leonard Nimoy’s “I Am Spock” and Bob Dylan’s “Chronicles, Volume One.”

fav book series? I don’t really do book series. Maybe Lord of the Rings?

comfort book? I don’t read often enough to have a comfort book.

perfect book to read on a rainy day? Sorry, this book section is kind of out of my wheelhouse. I only just bought an e-reader last month so I could get back into reading, and it’s going slowly.

fave characters? Again, I rarely read anything with fictional characters in it.

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? Can’t answer this one either. If my memory was worth a shit, there’d probably be at least something from the Hitchhiker’s series or Lord of the Rings.

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? Science fiction, fantasy, or a combination of the two. And when I say fantasy, I’m not really referring to swords-and-elves stuff. I’m using the word broadly.

fave movie? Bottle Rocket.

comfort movie? The first six Star Trek movies, probably. Also, the first Matrix.

movie you watch every year? My dad and I watch the same half-dozen-or-so Christmas movies every year. Among them are “Home Alone,” “The Santa Clause” (why does Tim fuckin’ Allen, of all people, have so many decent movies under his belt?), the Muppet and Patrick Stewart versions of “A Christmas Carol,” and a couple more that I’m forgetting.

fave tv show? Halt and Catch Fire. Maybe Deep Space Nine.

comfort tv show? Mystery Science Theater 3000. Also maybe DS9 again.

most rewatched tv show? MST3K, Deep Space Nine, TNG. I don’t generally rewatch shows, unless I can’t come up with something new to watch.

5 fave characters? Fox Mulder, Crow T. Robot, Spock, Saul Goodman, William Riker.

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

[burnedbyshoto]

Sickness and Afflictions - Part Two

Part One ; Alt Ending

todoroki shouto x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: haha fluff and angst

a/n: so i had a few requests to do a second part... i even had a requests saying not to do one!!!!!!!!!! but LOL i did it so sorry anon who requested i dont do it... so now the questions leaves us to this: does y/n forgive shouto? do they fall back in love?

Eleven Months Later

Shouto was running down the street. His eyesight was locked on the man he was apprehending. It seemed that the man knew exactly where he was because he kept outmaneuvering Shouto at every corner.

Skidding to a halt, Shouto smirked at the fact the villain had caught himself between an unclimbable wall and him. The villain threw off his hood and glared at Shouto, “Fine, let’s do this.”

The man shot out a large clump of clay from his hands, and Shouto reached his right hand down to use his ice. But then he wasn’t in the alleyway anymore.

He was in your apartment, bigger rage in his throat. He was angry at you for reasons that he could no longer explain. Frustrated at your very good reasons to be upset with him. Broken because you had rightfully compared yourself to his father in ways he never believed before. His hand was no longer touching the ground, but instead your forearm, your sobs echoing in his mind as tears began to fall down his face. He stumbled back, breathing hard. He stepped forward, wishing he had done so that same night but was thrown against the wall. The man’s quirk making an impact.

Shouto groaned against the wall as he saw the man gathering his dropped items and starting to take off. But Deku arrived, quickly overwhelming the villain before turning his head to Shouto.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Deku’s voice panics as he presses a hand to Shouto’s torso. It only then does Shouto notice the clay spike impaling his body. Blood oozing out of his costume and spilling onto the floor.

Shouto laughs, his eyes focusing up at the sky, “It’s almost been a year... but I can’t... I can’t use my... my ice....”

Shouto faints before Deku can even tell him not to go unconscious.

*•*•*•*

Shouto wakes up in a hospital. There are lines connected to him everywhere, and his torso feels sore, disgusting, and broken.

Groaning, his fingers trace the outline of the bandages hidden underneath his gown and he sighs. It was going to leave him a new scar.

This had been the twelfth time Shouto had been admitted into the hospital ever since the two of you broke up. Ever since that night, whenever he would attempt to use his ice, he was sucked back into that flashback. He couldn’t use it without remembering that he hurt you.

“You know,” Y/n’s voice calls for him from across the room. Shouto’s eyes snap to your direction. You’re standing by the doorway, obviously uncomfortable, but overall ambivalent to being here. “If you’re going to keep trying to kill yourself, you need to stop having your friends come beg me to visit you.”

Shouto feels his mouth run drier.

You looked beautiful standing there. You were in your work clothes, and your jacket draped over your forearms. He’s surprised to see you here. After all, these past eleven months you avoided him better than any criminal. No matter how hard he tried to contact you, you weren’t there. Despite everything he did to you, you look worried for him, and you take a few tentative steps forward. “Is it hurting still?”

Shouto can not bring himself to speak, and the two of you absorb the awkward energy between the two of you. But you seem annoyed. Huffing slightly, you shake your head, “Of course you won’t even fucking speak to me. This is priceless, I’m going to go—“

“I’m sorry.” Shouto interrupts you as your spinning on your heel ready to march out. “I’m sorry...”

He watches as your jaw clenches, your nostrils flaring ever so slightly as you rub your temples. “For what, Todoroki?”

“For everything that I put you through. I wish I had a good reason for the way I treated you all those months ago. But there’s not... I’m sorry for neglecting you and calling you those untrue names... I’m sorry for hurting you, y/n.”

“Don’t act like we’re familiar...” You snap, but your brush away tears from your eyes. Shouto knows they’re angry tears, but he feels better knowing that at the very least, you weren’t going to be cold with him forever.

“I’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend, y/l/n.”

You’re crying now. Your face turning red as to keep yourself from being too loud, and Shouto wishes he had the strength to get up and hold you. To whisper to you that it was all his fault and that he was tired. He wanted to beg you for a second chance, or a way to get a second chance! The jacket on your arm shifted though, and Shouto’s breathing stills.

“Can I... can I see it?” Shouto asks you, and you rub away the tears on your cheeks. Your eyes look down at the scar on your hand. The scar that would be a reminder of the downfall of your relationship.

It wasn’t something that bothered you, really! But when Shouto asked to look at it, it made you nauseous. Still, you walk over and present the scar and Shouto’s bpm spikes at the sight of his handprint on your arm.

“I can only imagine what those villains go through when you’re hot on their tail...” You whisper as his fingers touch your scar. “I’m not mad at you anymore, but I’m not ready to forgive you either.”

Shouto nods his head as you take your arm back, and he stares into your eyes. “Will you let me be your friend again?” He asks you, and your breathing stills. “I’m not asking for a second chance, but... if you want... I would appreciate being friends with you again.”

You stare at Shouto. The Pro-Hero who for the past few months was routinely checked into the hospital. Shouto who was once your loving boyfriend. Shouto who was once your best friend. You gaze into his grey and blue eyes, and you nod your head. The person you saw reflecting in his eyes was your best friend, not the man from those nights a year ago.

Shouto stares at you. You have seemed to grow into this steely backbone around him. Your confidence is untouchable, but your emotions are still being concealed. But that’s okay, he knows he doesn’t deserve even friendship from you. Not after that night. But as he stares into your eyes he knows one thing, he’s going to get you back.

*•*•*•*

Three Months More

Shouto took this new chance with you seriously.

He was there for you whenever you needed him to be.

No task was too little or too big for him to handle. Shouto was always going to do it.

He even celebrated your birthday with you. He took you out for lunch because you had dinner plans. He remembered walking into your office on the day of your birthday where you were happily talking to a man. It made his heart soar that even though it had only been a month since re-patching your friendship, the energy and warmth in your smile did not falter when you looked over at him. You gave the man a farewell before Shouto placed his hand on your shoulder blade and escorted you out.

Things were going very well if Shouto said so himself. The two of you spent countless nights texting each other back and forward. Once again having inside jokes, hell you even showed up to his charity event he held. He figured that within this week he was going to ask you for a second chance. A second chance at loving him because by god he was in love with you.

Of course, he would accept rejection, but you were it. Shouto knew you were the one he wanted with all his heart. He had misplaced your feelings before, and he was sure to never do it again.

Gathering his wits, Shouto exited the door and the mailman was there. “Oh! Todoroki-san, here’s your mail! Just one thing today!” The mailman informed Shouto handing him a white envelope addressed to him.

Bowing in thanks Shouto accepted the card and watched the mailman walk away. A whistle on his lips.

Shouto immediately recognized your writing on the front of the card. He smiled softly as he peeled the wax seal off. Just what in the world was going on? Maybe it was for your convention for your latest works.

But what Shouto read in the envelope broke his heart. He stilled on his doorway, unable to breathe as he read the notice, over and over. He doesn’t know what to make of the letter. Were you really never within his reach?

Stupidly, he takes his phone and enters his most recent message. The one from you.

shouto: I'm in love with you

Shouto stares at the message, and then back at the card before deleting it. He loves you, and you’re the one for him. But he hurt you long ago and you moved on. There was nothing for him to do.

The letter fell from his hands as he walked back into his house. The written words and only dirtied against the floor.

Todoroki Shouto:

You are cordially invited to the Wedding of Tanaka Haruki and Y/l/n Y/n.

Please RSVP no later than 12.12

There was a picture of you smiling next to a man Shouto recognized the day he picked you up on your birthday.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Imprisoned - Series

Chapter I

Story Rating: 14+

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language

Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Author’s Note: Not sure if I should make this a series, this is basically a daughter and dad situation. I DO NOT know what happens in DEFENDING JACOB. So don’t think I know it if I get these episodes correct. (Which I won’t) 

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

Spoiler free but will soon be spoiler alerts!

The song that reminds me about the readers character is Fitzpleasure by Alt-J Idk why

~~~

Going over the papers once again. This stress is getting to his head. Shoving the papers off to the side, he sighs. Needing to move on to some other case than that. His phone buzzes on the desk and he sees his wife’s name pop up. Taking the energy to take his phone, he looks at her message.

You busy?

He types in his phone with ‘a little bit’. He was curious was she needed so he replied with a ‘why?’.

Your daughter needs a ride.

The man looks at the time on his desk. It was 10 minutes after their last bell. He texts her back and picks up the papers, organizing them a little bit before grabbing his bag.

He walks out of his office and heads out, “Mr. Barber, you’re heading out?” The woman asks. The man turns around, “I gotta pick up my daughter. I’ll sure be back. If someone calls in for me, tell them to call me back.”

The woman nods, “All right. See ya, Mr. Barber.”

The man nods with a grin and pushes out the doors. He gets into his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He pulls out his phone and sees his daughter’s text.

I’m at the park :)

He drops his phone into the cup holder and drives towards the school. The students continuing to leave the building as he keeps driving up the street towards the park. The park he would take her sometimes as a little kid. There was a forest near that park and she would go back there and find some cool sticks she would bring home and play as if she was a knight in their backyard.

He sees the park come into view and two girls on the swings. He pulls up to the sidewalk and rolls his window down.

The two girls laughed as they swung back and forth. He smiled at them and a few seconds later, one of the girls brought their attention to him. “Oh, he’s here!” The girl says, she hops off the swing and grabs her bag.

Her friend follows her as they rushed up to the car. “Hey, dad!” The girl says, the man smiles at her. “Hey, champ.”

The girl grips on her backpack, “Is it okay if we take Alice to her mom’s house?” The girl asked. The dark-haired girl peaks over the other, “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber. It’s just my dad isn’t getting off work for another 3 hours and my mom is stuck at the store.” The man nods.

“Sure, I’m happy to drive you home. Hop in girls,” He says.

The girl smiles, “Thanks, dad.” The girl lets Alice hop in first and scoots over to the other side as the h/c girl sits next to her. “How was school?” The man asked.

“It was good. How was work?” His daughter asked.

He placed his hand on top of the wheel, glancing in the rear mirror to see them buckle their seat belts. “It was good. Your mother texted me to get you, so I might have to return back to work.”

“That’s okay. Mom was asking me to help her with some things around the house. We can finish the show tomorrow,” She says.

“That’s right, we’re both off. Spring break, right?” He asked.

“Yep,” She says. He grins and drives away from the park. He hears the two chatter in the back, laughing and pointing at their phones of funny or cute things on their devices. He tilts his head to the side to relief the pain in his neck. “How was practice, Y/N?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh, it was raining a little bit so the field was a bit too wet to play,” He looks back at his daughter Y/N who was rolling the soccer ball in her lap as she glanced at Alice’s phone. The two continued to laugh and chatter as he gotten closer to Alice’s neighborhood.

He pulls up to the light blue house and stops right behind her mother’s second car that was a dark van. “All right, Alice. It was nice seeing you again,” He says.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Bye, Alice,” Y/N says, Alice grabs her bag and waves. “Bye!” She closes the door and she heads into her home, unlocking it herself and heads in. Y/N throws her backpack into the front and slides between the two front seats and sits in the passengers side. 

“You got to stop doing that, Y/N.”

“What?” She smiles. He grins at her, “You’re too old now.”

“Says the old man, himself,” Y/N says, he shakes his head and pulls out of Alice’s neighborhood. “Did you get your test today?” He asked. Y/N shook her head, “No. Mrs. Lim wasn’t there today. Apparently, she left for her trip to Tokyo.”

“Tokyo? What’s over there?”

“Her family. Her mother’s birthday was coming up in a few days,” Y/N says, he hums, “And how do you know that?” He asked. Y/N looks at him, “Because me and Mrs. Lim always hang out during lunch! She likes me and Alice in the class.”

He nods, “All right, all right. What about that one kid? What’s his name again?”

“Henry?”

“Yeah, how’s his mom doing at the department? I haven’t seen her since the last pot luck,” He says, Y/N nods her head this time. “She’s good. His dad has to pick him up more because his mom is always taking late night shifts from 3 to 12.”

“Really? Nine hours of work?” He asked, Y/N nods, “It’s police work, you know?” His daughter was a student in Archer Middle. Top student and she has a big dream ahead of her. She wanted to be like her dad. A district attorney. He let her follow that and even filled her in with some of his cases he had been working on.

They were getting closer to the end of the school year and were glad to get it done. Y/N was their only child and couldn’t ask for a better daughter. She was kind, energetic and a good sense of humor.

He reached their house and stopped in front of the driveway, spotting his wife’s car. “You got yourself from here?” He asked, Y/N digs into her bag, “Yep!”

She pulls out her keys, “Thanks, dad.” She leans over and kisses his cheek. He smiled at her, “You behave yourself till I get back,” He says. She steps out and leans in to look at him. 

“I will. Love you!” She closes the door and walks around to go up their lawn. “Love you too!” He shouts back, he sees the front door open to his wife and she kisses Y/N’s head before heading down over to him.

His wife smiles at him and leans into his window, kissing him. “What’s going on?” She asked.

“I still got stuff to do, I’ll try and make it for dinner.”

“Andy...” She says, he grins, “I’ll be here in time for dinner, I promise,” He says. Laurie gives him a nod and pulls away, “You should not work too hard, your daughter is insisting on finishing that show.” He slightly laughs, Y/N was into her crime drama shows.

“I’ll try not to.” She gives him a soft smile and walks back into the house. He rolls his window back up and drives off. His hand on top of the wheel, he drives back to his office.

.

Y/N drops her bag next to her desk and plops onto her bed with her phone in hand. Without knowing, something jumps on the bed and licks her face. “Aye! Milo!” Y/N says. She tries to push her Pointer hound who wagged his tail furiously.

Milo was from Andy’s friends a while back, the dog was a well-trained hunter and he needed a home. 

Andy got the dog for Y/N and they became best buddies. Y/N watched as Milo sprawls out on her bed and begs for a belly rub. Y/N smiles and rubs his belly. “Y/N, sweetheart! Can you help me with the dishes?” Her mother calls.

“Coming! Come on, bubs,” She jumps up with her dog and they rush into the kitchen.

.

It was past 9 at night and Andy had returned. Opening his garage door, he parks his black small car into it. Closing the door afterwards, he walks into his home. The sound of the television going off and sound of the Live PD show played. 

Andy walks into the kitchen to see his wife by the sink. Dropping his keys on the counter, that got his wife’s attention. “Hey,” He kisses her and turns to the table to see a plate that hadn’t been washed yet. It might’ve been Y/N’s.

He sighs, knowing he had missed dinner. Laurie scrubs the dishes as he looks at her, “I’m sorry, I tried to get as much done.”

“She’s more upset than I am,” Laurie said, Andy looks over to the living room and walks in the dark room only lit by the huge screen TV.

He walks around the couch to see Y/N and Milo spooning. Her eyes were closed as Andy kneels in front of her view of the TV. He gently pushes a strand behind her ear and that made her open her eyes up.

“Hey...” He says, softly, Y/N doesn’t say anything and closes her eyes again. He pierced his lips, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I tried to.” She doesn’t reply and he reaches over to pet Milo. 

Sighing, he stands up and walks back into the kitchen. Laurie looks over her shoulder, “You hungry?” She asked. He shakes his head, “I’m okay. Thank you.” She grabs the plate off the table and brings it to the sink. 

Scrubbing off the food, Andy walks away and tugs his jacket off his shoulders, throwing it in his bedroom on the chair. Pulling his tie off, he unbuttons his shirt and heads over to the drawer. He tossed his shirt and tie in the basket and grabbed a t-shirt. He slips that on and sits on the edge of his bed to take his dress shoes off.

Laurie came in and leaned on the door frame. “She still loves you.”

Andy slips out of his pants and throws them in the basket as well, “I know. But I just feel like a prick either way,” He says.

Laurie tilts her head, “Why do you think that?”

“A father should be there for their kid. She has games and everyone but me doesn’t go. I never went to one single game.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad parent, An,” She says, crossing her arms. He slips on sweats. “It makes me feel like one. The only thing we do is watch her favorite show and that’s it. I take her friend home and I don’t go out with you guys.”

“You don’t have to worry about us. We know you love us, but don’t let it get to you and make you feel like you can’t do much for us. We already know you are doing so much of it. We love you either way.” He sighs, dropping his head. Laurie comes over to the edge of the bed, pulling his head to her stomach.

Her hands caressing his head as he wraps his arms around her hips. Something they did when Laurie had a huge bump. 

“Y/N loves you. She won’t ever hate you.”

.

“Ready?” Y/N asked, she holds the ball up to Milo, “Fetch!” She throws the ball out in the backyard and Milo runs after it. She watched as Milo jumps up and down at the ball’s movements before catching it into his mouth and returning it.

“Good boy!” She kneels down and takes the ball. “Wanna go again?” She shakes the ball in her hand, Milo barks. “Go get it!” She throws it and he runs off. Not knowing her father had walked out and watched her with a small grin.

Y/N knelt down for Milo but the hound runs past her and towards Andy. Begging Andy to throw it, he takes the ball. One swift throw, Milo runs for the ball across the backyard and Andy walks up to Y/N.

“Did you want to watch ‘Cage of the Past’?” He asked, the show was her favorite crime drama show on Netflix and they were on the third season out of eight. She gets the ball from Milo.

“Actually I was gonna ask if I can go to a party.”

“When? With who?” Andy asked. Y/N slightly shrugged, “Henry and Alice were gonna be there. It was at a girl’s house, named Emily. It’s her birthday,” Y/N said. Andy knew having his daughter out a lot, it worried him. He would have to make sure she had a ride home.

“Who’s gonna take you home?” He asked. “Alice’s dad was gonna take me home. I told them they can bring me back around nine.” Andy thought about this hard enough. Ride was given. Phone? Clothing? Right, what she said. Time.

“You promise to be back by 9?” He asked, Y/N nods. He sighs, “Okay. I trust  you. You stay at that house.”

Y/N nods once again, “I’ll text you when we’re heading back over.” He nods at her and she throws the ball out to the yard one last time.

.

“You’re letting her go out to a party?” Laurie asked, she turns to lean on the counter, facing Andy. “It’s just a birthday party. Alice and Y/N were gonna come back after it ends.”

“Will she be back around 9?”

“I told her about coming home and she understands.” Laurie nods, “Okay, so we just keep an eye on our phones.” Andy nods in agreement. Y/N steps down into the kitchen from upstairs and she heads for the door. “Y/N, where’s your phone?” Laurie calls. 

Y/N lifts up her phone, “It’s fully charged! I’ll text you guys, okay?” She says, Laurie smiles. “Okay, have fun.”

“Thanks mom. Love you both!” The two watched her leave that front door and stepped into Alice’s car with her father. Laurie watched the vehicle disappear and she sighs. “I hope they’re not having alcohol there.”

Andy smiles, “I’m sure she’ll be responsible.” Laurie looks at him and grins.

Let’s hope she is.

~~~

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[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

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the streets said they wanted to know my alt reader’s name. I’m almost done.

Here’s a little piece. A snack, perhaps.

[dolce-peach]

Can you do a Loki x reader where they are from a parallel universe and somehow end up in the marvel one. Loki and their alt self used to date until they were killed. Usual stuff they and Loki hit it off. But they are scared Loki only likes them because they look like their alternative self. Hope that makes sense?

unconditionally

pairing: loki x au!reader

warnings: angst?, fluff

a/n: haha i think i got it, anon!  thanks for being patient!  hope you guys like it! 💗

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You needed to get away.  Something about following the responsibilities in life: getting married and bearing children.  You knew your village wanted the best for you, but you couldn’t see yourself settling down for the rest of your life.  

There were still parts of the world you wanted to see and experience.  

You rode out into the woods on one of the many horses you cared for.  The air was cool as you moved swiftly through the trees, riding as fast as you could.  The sunlight that came through the foliage was blinding until you came to a grassy clearing, leading to the ocean.

Your horse came to a stop towards the edge, pawing at the dirt as you gazed out at the horizon.

You spread your arms out, taking in as much of it as possible.

If only you could grow a pair of wings and just fly away.

“You there!”

You turned around to see someone ride towards you.  Your horse shook its head nervously as he approached.

He was someone you’ve never seen before, with eyes like the shallow ocean and hair as black as night.  He wore a playful smile, until he got a good look at you.

“Y/N?”

You narrowed your eyes.  “How do you know my name?” you asked.  “Who are you?  A soldier?”

He pursed his lips.  “We know each other, Y/N,” he said, his eyes pleading.  “You know me.”

Feeling uneasy, you started your horse towards the woods again.  

“I’m sorry.  I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” you said.

He reached out, grasping onto your reins.  His eyes gazed deeply into yours, as if he were searching your soul for some sort of sign.

“You’re not the Y/N I knew at all, are you?” he said softly.

“I’m not,” you said, grabbing your reins back.  “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Sir?” he mused.  “I’m Loki.”  He turned his horse alongside yours.  “At least allow me to ride back with you, my lady.”

You smiled and nodded, giving your horse a gentle kick.  

“I’ve never seen you before.  Are you new here?” you said as the two of you trotted along in the trees.

“I’ve been here for thousands of years,” he chuckled.  “I’m hardly new at all.”

“Then you’re a god,” you concluded.

He shrugged.  “Yes.”

As you emerged from the forest, your eyes were met with a fantastic golden city.  Your kingdom’s village was nowhere to be found.  You wanted to panic, but the architecture was smooth and soothing.

“Where am I?” you whispered.

Loki glanced at you.  “Asgard.”  He furrowed his brow.  “You’re not from here, are you?”

You shook your head.  

Was this the life’s sick way of granting your wish?

--

“I’ve heard of universes colliding, but never like this,” Queen Frigga said, slowly pacing in thought.  

“Do you know how I can get back?” you asked.  “It’s just...I love it here, but I don’t belong.”

Loki frowned as he played with an apple before making it vanish within his fingers.  

“Perhaps brother’s friends on Earth can help her.”

Frigga shook her head.  “They’ve only barely scratched the surface to space and time,” she said.  “Dealing with dimensions is a bit trickier.”

You looked down helplessly at your hands.  There had to be a way.  Of course you eventually wanted to leave your village, but you never expected it to be like this.  

Frigga sent you a sad smile.  “I’m sorry, my dear.  I’m sure this is a lot to handle.”

You shook your head.  “Thank you for your hospitality,” you said.  “If you are in need of any assistance, please allow me to help.”

“I appreciate your gesture.”

Loki rose from the chair he was lounging on.  

“I’ll go see if brother has any bright ideas,” he said.  “He may be a dimwit sometimes, but he is intelligent.”

Frigga laughed as Loki left the room.  

“Those two are always bickering, but they love each other,” she said fondly.

“His brother...”

“Thor,” she said.  “They’re extreme opposites actually.  Thor’s always been focused on solving problems physically, while Loki pulls strings discreetly, but they’re both good for each other.”

“I see,” you said, nodding.

She smiled as she touched your arm.  “I’m surprised Loki is mostly unfazed.  You look just like her.”

“Like her...”

The queen sat down beside you.  “She was a fierce warrior and a passionate person.  She was the only person in the world who saw Loki for who he was and accepted him.  My poor boy.”  

She shook her head.  

“She died in battle,” she continued.  “I’ve never seen Loki so destroyed...”

“I’m so sorry.”

It seemed like a silly thing to say, but what else could you offer?  You were in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar people.  Nothing about you could even think about empathizing with her or Loki.  

Frigga shook her head.  “It’s not your fault,” she said.  “I’m actually glad you’re here.  Loki’s never looked so happy.”

You tried your best to smile.  

Maybe you were placed on this world for a reason.

--

Throughout your time in the palace, you often escaped to the stables, mostly to sneak apples for the horses.  You’d care for the steeds when no one was watching.  Although it was your job in your universe, it was the only think you could do to truly relax.

As you brushed a mare’s mane, you became aware of a presence leaning against the door frame behind you.

“So this is where you spend your days,” Loki said.

You quickly bowed.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to --”

He poked your forehead as you came back up.  

“Why are you bowing?” he laughed.  “And there’s no need to apologize.  You’re free to roam about.”

You blinked, looking down at your dress.  “Well, you are a prince,” you said.  “I’m nothing but a stable girl where I come from, but I’m not ashamed.  It’s just who I am.”

Seeing his concerned expression, you covered your mouth.  

“I mean, I’m not a princess or anything,” you said.

“You don’t need to be,” he said.  “Since when does status matter?”

You frowned.  “That’s how people make a living nowadays, Loki.  Through leverage.”

“It shouldn’t be like that,” he said softly, approaching you.

You felt breathless as he leaned over you.  His breath ghosted lightly over your lips.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“What I should’ve done the moment I met you,” he said before closing the gap between you.

Your eyes were wide as you felt his lips on yours.  Part of you wanted to push him away, but the other part of you felt like you were soaring.  For the first time in your life, you felt happiness swell within you.  It slowly turned bitter when you realized the probable truth.

He pulled away, cradling your face.  “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, stepping back.  

“I’m sorry,” you started.  “I love you, Loki.  I truly do, but I know the only reason why you’re doing this is because I look like her.  I look like your Y/N.”

He shook his head.  “That’s not true.”

“Don’t hurt yourself any further than you already have, and don’t pity me,” you said.  “I’m sorry, Loki.”

“Y/N...”

You hiked up your skirts before running out of the stables back to the main part of the castle.

You ran down the empty hall, your dress trailing behind.  Somehow you kicked your shoes off in the process, feeling the cold floor beneath your feet.  Your face felt hot as you realized you confessed to him in your confused state.

You truly did love him, but you couldn’t yourself through torment any longer.

Once you got back to your chambers, you closed the door behind you, slowly sinking to your knees breathlessly.

Why does it have to be him?

A small knock sounded.

“Y/N?”

You got up, starting for the window Loki opened the door.

You kept your gaze on Asgard below, watching the streets streaked in the late afternoon sun.  You played with your hair, hiding your face from his view.

“Y/N,” Loki sighed.  “Please look at me.”

You shook your head.  “I can’t,” you said.  “If I look, then I won’t be able to look away.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” he said.  “Because I don’t have eyes for anyone but you.”

You turned, unsure as you met his eyes.  They were just as calm as the first time you saw them, with hints of blue and green.  As he gave you a small smile, you felt warm.

“I love you, Y/N, and I don’t care what universe you’re from,” he said.  “I love seeing your smile when you come back from riding in the woods.  I love picking bits of hay out of your hair, and I love that you let me braid it after.  You’re fiercely kind, and my family loves your company.”  

Your mouth parted, letting the tiniest gasp sound.  You smiled back, watching his grin grow wider.  Massive amounts of self control kept you from losing control as he stepped closer, and you leaned back against the window.

You gazed at his lips, then again at his eyes.  “Do you mean that?”

“Every word,” he whispered, brushing your hair back.

You couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his lips against your forehead.  

“What do you say we go for a ride?” he suggested.  “Maybe by the ocean?”

You nodded.  “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

[michelleleahhh]

happiness is a butterfly

Summary: If Loki’s a killer, then what’s the worst he could do to a girl like you? One who is already hurt. 

Pairing: Loki/Reader 

Rating: M, Angst

Word Count: 2k

“Do you want me or do you not?”

Loki’s eyes dart to yours, “What does that mean?”

You lick your lips, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Is this aching from falling in love or from hitting the ground?

It’s just that… you’re so tired. So extraordinarily exhausted with how the night has turned out.

This morning you woke caged in his arms, bare chest pressed against your back, sinewy muscles nestled against your clammy skin. He trailed butterfly kisses down your neck, pulling you closer, his hands mapping your skin like it spanned continents. The valley of your breasts, the planes of your stomach, and the cave between your thighs until you both were spent to completion. Then, you got up, redressed, and snuck out of Avengers Tower just as dawn broke, treading back to your old walk-up in the West Village to get on with your day.

And now, you’re standing on the sidewalk, just outside of the bar you met him.

A bell chimes twice, marking two am. You should be freezing from the late February air of New York instead, the hazy hot air from the dive bar has left your skin overheated - with anticipation, with hate, with comfort.

“I felt one thing this morning, and now I’m feeling another,” you answer cryptically.

The live band’s strumming guitars creep outside, lulling patrons in to sway to the music. His eyes narrow, his face remains stoic. “It sounds like you are the one that is unsure.”

“You just spent two hours ignoring me and talking to her.” You argue, gnawing on your bottom lip, trying to not sound insecure.

He shakes his head, “Who?”

“While I sat in the corner waiting for you to come over to me, like-like I was some extendable, unwanted guest of yours.”

His lips pull down, “You are not making any sense. I asked you here.”

“Don’t do that, Loki.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t sit there and pretend that I’m crazy, I know I’m not crazy.”

Loki pulls his head back, staring down at you over his pointed nose. He looks like a snake, weighing its options and ready to strike the venomous blow. “Well, you sound unstable.”

“Nice.” You snarl, crossing your arms over your chest.

They warned you.

They all warned you. All of the Avengers sat there leaving you to question your own sanity because you were trusting him with your heart. And they all warned you - said that Loki was not capable of loving anything but himself.

How did you get here?

“And who, pray tell, was I ignoring you for? The Assassin? Or perhaps it was Stark’s wife,” He snarls.

You look away, tucking your chin to your chest and looking at the sidewalk between you.

No, it was her. The new recruit, the one that everyone was in awe with - with her raw talent, witty banter, and bubbly personality. (And though you loath to admit it: her perfect body, flawless skin, flowing hair, and unique, sultry eyes.)

 “Ah, Miss Carter, I presume is who you are referring to.”

You don’t answer him, instead, you hug yourself, the cold air starting to creep into you and regretting that you left your jacket inside.  

He sighs and unzips the black sweatshirt he had on, wrapping it around your arms.

When you don’t move to put your arms through the sleeves, he scoffs. “Come pet, put on the jacket. It’s not exactly summer.”

“Don’t think this means you’re forgiven,” you bite out, pulling your arms through the soft cotton. It smells like him: crisp and clean and pine woods.

“I fear you’ve had too much to drink.”

Perhaps that is true, “Do you know what they even say about you?”

“Do you think I care what my brother and his little minions say?”

“I do,” you snap. “I think you care more than you pretend too. I think, in fact, you would change everything about yourself if it meant that you could be accepted. Even if that meant being with Ms. Carter,” you spit her name. “Not that you would mind being with Ms. Perfect Carter, with her long blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes, and delicate bone structure.”

Loki arches an eyebrow, “Careful, pet. Your jealousy is not becoming.”

“They say you’re evil- a-a- a sociopath, serial killer. Who never hesitated to double-cross his own brother, who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me.” Okay, you’ve probably had too much wine. But the words keep coming, like some vile spew of truth. “And if that’s true, if everyone knows that’s true, what does that make me? Me. Someone who is still going with it, you, despite the warnings. Does that make me... some, some groupie? Like, am I a masochist? Or maybe I’m already hurt. So, what’s the worst that could happen if you are what they say you are?”

Loki visibly swallows but doesn’t say anything.

“Maybe, now, I am just expecting for you to hurt me, so that way it won’t hurt when it does? I’m expecting you t-to double-cross me too because that’s what your past has made me expect.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the green glaze over with something akin to pain. Like he’s trying to hide every emotion in a barrio that is unable to “It sounds like, you are the one that cares what they think.”

“Don’t be a jerk, Loki.”

The Demi-God lets out a bark of laughter, as the corner of his lips pull up. “I didn’t realize that I was the one being uncouth after your lovely soliloquy.” Your eyes skate to his lips, watching as they pull back like he’s ready to attack. If he’s as bad as they say, then maybe you’re already cursed.  He sighs, runs his long, pale hands through his hair and away from his face. “Perhaps, I should just call you one of those cars that to bring you home.”

“I don’t need a taxi.”

Loki clicks his tongue, “Then should we go back inside? I can only imagine how cold you must be.”

You shake your head, “I’m not going back inside to see all of them.”

“Can’t face your silent departure?”

“It’s called an Irish Exit,” you tell him in a grumbling voice.

“Yes, aptly called, judging by the way you stumbled through the entryway and slammed the door shut.”

A shiver works up your spine, the warmth from the alcohol completely gone. You burrow yourself in Loki’s jacket, pulling it tighter around yourself.

He sighs. “Come,” he calls, pulling you to a car on the street. With the quick wave of his hand, it unlocks and he pulls it open for you to get into the backseat.

You pause, staring for two moments at the black leather. Then you get in, perching yourself on the edge of the seat as Loki slithers in beside you a foot between you.

“It’s not much warmer in here,” you protest.

Loki rolls his eyes and waves his hand, a blast of warm air suddenly flooding through the car.

“Better?”

You shrug, finally relaxing and crossing your legs, picking at the hangnails on your fingers.

“I…” Loki starts then pauses with an overly dramatic sigh. “I am not interested in Miss Carter.”

You bite your lip. “Yet.”

“Okay, now I’m calling you a car.” He pulls a phone from the thin air.

“Don’t call me a taxi,” you argue, wrenching the cell from his fingertips and throwing it down next to you.

“Then what is it that you want? I just made it quite clear I was not interested in her.”

“I don’t want you not interested in her, I want you to interested in me.” You finally admit, pulling on your nails viciously. There’s a silence that sits heavily in the car.  A tear slips down your cheek as you burrow further into his sweatshirt. “I just want… to dance with you.”

Loki’s eyebrows furrow across his forehead, turning more towards you. “The music in the bar isn’t necessarily music I would dance to.”

You let out an unexpected bubble of laughter. No, you wouldn’t dance to the weird alt-rock music that was inside either. But as soon as the joke fades, you’re back to feeling that lonely, dark, silence.

“I mean,” you pause. “Every time I think I’m happy… it’s like a butterfly and escapes through my fingers. I can never manage to actually keep it. I just want to - you know - be with you, I guess.” You gnaw at your bottom lip. “I want to - you know - dance with you or hold your hand when walking down the street or just hold you tight regardless of who would see it. I don’t want to hide us because it is more convenient for you. You know? I guess… I just want you…”

Loki stills, falling back against the seat and staring out the windshield. He takes three breaths in, exhales them a little longer each time.

“You were the one who left this morning.” He notes, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “I thought you did not want people to kno-“

“I didn’t,” you cut him off. “But… I don’t want to-”

Loki scoffs, shaking his head. “It seems like you don’t know what it is you want. You do not wish to be seen with me, but you do not wish to be ignored by me either. Do you really want people to know that you are with me? The cursed one who tried to conquer this world.”

“I think…” You think you do. You think you want him. You think you want him to meet your family or friends or the people that actually give a damn about you. And you want to meet his people in that way, to joke with them, to tease him in front of them in a way that isn’t going to lead to snide remarks or people gesturing for you to stay away from him.

“Loki is complicated,” Thor whispered with bright, drunk eyes when you finished your fourth glass of wine in a long sip. “It would be easier for you, in the long run, to stay away from him. He is trying to redeem himself and if you aren’t completely committed to staying by his side, then I would suggest you do the best thing and leave him. He’s delicate - so if you are not sure - just stay away..” 

You want to tell Loki what his brother said.  

You bite your lip instead, another tear slipping down your cheek. “I think I just need time I guess, to figure it out.”

Loki juts his head in a sharp nod. His body pulling back into a frigid, statuesque rigid pose.  

“I’m so confused,” you finally admit, when he doesn’t say anything as another tear falls. “God,” you mumble, wiping the tears. “I want you, Loki, but- I’m...” You trail off, unsure of where you were exactly going with that sentence.

“Well,” Loki begins bitterly, “You know where I stand.”

“Do I? I feel like you haven’t said a word,” you accuse.

“I am not interested in anyone else. I think it is quite evident that I do not often involve myself with women. I am quite… particular of who I desire.”

You hold your breath. “So, you… you want me too?”

“If I must spell it out, then yes. I am interested in pursuing you.”

“Pursuing?” You tease, with a watery smile, “What, like courting me?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Loki deadpans making your heart skip a beat. “Though, I do not want to cause you to rush into something if you are not… sure.”

You study him, your eyes perusing his face when he finally turns to look at you. You imagine entering a relationship with Loki of Jotunheim would be somewhat of a scandal for most of the world. You imagine what people would think of you. Imagine the headlines blogs, newspapers, and websites would write of a woman who would knowingly enter a romantic relationship with an anti-hero.  

You aren’t sure if you are ready for that, honestly.

So, you nod, pulling his hand into your lap and tracing his long fingers.

Loki’s eyes glance down at your hands combined, studying as you lift his fingers to your lips and place a soft kiss on his palm.

“Can I sleep on it?” You ask solemnly thinking you already know what your question will bring.

But to your surprise he just nods, his lips pulling down not an argument on his lips.

“You can call me a cab now,” you whisper, tightening your fingers on his hands.

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Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

A/N – Welp, this is the best I can do after that trip to A + E. It’s great being off work to write this.

Warnings – Mild Swearing.

Rating – T

Swerve grinned at his holo-form’s reflection, enjoying the winter look he’d just added. It was finally time for a visit to the next planet, Enpluam. The planet itself was said to be something of a winter wonderland, and as such, all of the crew had been ordered to adapt their holo-forms to have warm clothing so none of the natives got suspicious.

Swerve’s smile faltered as he caught sight of you behind him, failing to hide your frown. He spun around, suddenly insecure about his new outfit. “You don’t like it?”

You held up your hands defensively, “No, no, I love it, it’s just-” You shook your head, smiling instead, “It’s nothing.”

Swerve hugged himself self-consciously, “Please (Y/N), if you don’t like it… If you don’t like me-”

“Swerve,” You almost hissed, hurt by his suggestion. “It’s not your outfit, I love it. I love you. I just- I don’t understand why all these stupid bloody planets have to hate Cybertronians so much. I get that the war was horrible but it’s over now, it should be entirely up to you whether you want to go as a Cybertronian or not.”

Swerve reached out to caress your cheek lovingly, “(Y/N), it’s alright. We’re used to it. Besides, you know how much I like playing dress-up.”

You had to smile at the joke. Using it as an opportunity to change from your previously bitter thoughts about how Cybertronians were treated, you replied, “Yeah, well maybe you can dress up as a doctor tonight. I can think of a few places you haven’t examined on me yet.”

Swerve blushed, his vocaliser crackling with static like it always did when he was flustered. He swore to himself that one day, he would have a witty retort for your seductive comments.

You pecked his cheek, “Better not make that sound on-planet, or they’ll see right through you’re disguise.”

“Yeah,” Swerve finally managed to laugh, though he was already planning a doctor outfit in a sub-folder of his processor which he aptly named ‘Dr Sexy cosplay.’ “You looking forward to this planet?”

“I will be if you tell me what you’ve been planning.”

Swerve became rigid, “Plan- Uh planning? I- I haven’t been planning-”

You smiled knowingly, “Oh I know you’ve got something up that parka sleeve of yours Swerve. You’ve been quiet this week, so I know you’ve been hiding something. Want to tell me what it is now or save it for later? I promise I’ll act surprised if you do.”

There wouldn’t be much acting involved when Swerve told you about the mini-con shell he’d had built for you, he was sure about that. Swerve knew he had promised himself that he would tell you this week about his plans for you, but now the moment had been laid in front of him and he was too anxious to say anything. He’d planned to tell you on the icy planet below after taking you on the perfect date, which would hopefully serve as a reminder of how much he loved you so that you wouldn’t leave him after the news. He needed that extra time to tell you, and it would only be one cycle’s difference.

“Can you wait one more cycle?” He asked solemnly.

You raised your eyebrows, “Oh, a serious tone? Must be important.”

You pulled his hand towards yours, hooking your little finger around his own, “I pinkie-promise that I can wait one more day.”

Swerve vented a sigh of relief and pulled you into a hug which somehow felt less intimate than the silliness of the pinkie-promise. “Good. Great. One more day, and you’ll know.”

While you laughed, Swerve felt nauseated. Sure, you would know what he had been planning for over a year, but would you still love him afterwards.

The alarm beeped incessantly and you shot up unusually quickly from your sleep. “I’M UP! I’M AWAKE… I’m regretting setting this so damn early.”

Swerve couldn’t help laughing at your owl-eyed expression as you stumbled from the berth, barely keeping your balance when you landed. He hadn’t slept that night, not needing to as often as you did, but he had stayed with you because you made him promise to, though you’d neglected to tell him why.

“We’ve got a few hours before we get there you know,” He told you. “You can sleep a little-”

“No,” You said, running to the bathroom to shower. “No time. You and me have to be the first off this ship.”

“Loving the enthusiasm, but that’s usually me. The last time I woke you up this early, you threatened to petrol-bomb my bar.”

“MOLOTOV!” You yelled from behind the shut bathroom door. “I THREATENED TO MOLOTOV YOUR BAR. NO PETROL HERE. HAS TO BE BOOZE.”

“All the same, why the early wake-up?”

“Megatron and Ultra Magnus.”

“Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G?”

“No.” You came from the bathroom dripping wet and wrapped in a towel that had Brainstorm’s face printed on it, blowing a kiss without his mouth-plate. You shook your head energetically, “Not kissing. Yelling. At me specifically. Before we go to any planet, they pull me aside and give me a lecture like I’m a kid. Don’t mention Cybertron, (Y/N). Don’t start a bar-fight with Whirl (Y/N). Don’t eat that weird fruit (Y/N), it could kill you. You don’t get any of those talks.”

“Okay, but in their defence, you did do all of those things on the last planet we went to.”

“Hey, first off, that dude should not have been listening, it was a private conversation and I could have been saying that Cybertron sucks for all he knew. Second, Whirl started that fight, after he dropped his holo-form and locked me in his cockpit, so that wasn’t me. And third, that fruit-guy said it was a grape and it looked just like one, how was I supposed to know it wasn’t one? Besides, I was with Velocity and she managed to save me so no harm, no foul.”

“Wow…You’re so cute when you’re irritated. Like a tiny chipmunk whose sole-purpose is to defy Dave in his quest to become the best singing Chipmunk of all.”

“Bite me,” You growled, walking into your wardrobe, looking for winter gear.

“Gladly, just take off that towel and I’m sure I can find a spot,” Swerve replied smoothly, glad he had the chance to be the cool one for once.

Stepping out of the wardrobe momentarily to tease him, you lowered the towel giving him a bit of a show. He wolf-whistled and you had to laugh, before changing into your clothes and attempting to speed dry your hair. Once you were ready, you were happy to find that Swerve had transformed into his alt-mode and was waiting to drive you to the hanger doors where the two of you would hopefully be the first to get off the ship.

In a crowd of disguised Cybertronians, you and Swerve found it easy enough to bypass Ultra Magnus and Megatron who were clearly looking for you. The second the hangar doors opened, the two of you ran outside hand in hand, laughing as fresh snow crunched underfoot.

“You know they’re going to talk your ears off when we get back,” Swerve said.

You shrugged, admiring the view of the icy covered town below, underneath a dark purple sky. “Who cares? Right now, all that matters is that the town is down there, it’s just you and me and… I’m in front.”

Swerve didn’t have a chance to respond as you started running down the hill towards the town, cheating in a race he wasn’t prepared for. His mouth stretched into a wide smile, ‘Joke’s on her, I don’t run out of breath.’

Despite that thought, you put up a good fight, almost beating him to the bottom before some snow gave way underfoot and you fell the rest of the way down.

“(Y/N)!” Swerve called frantically, catching up to you.

Although you were shocked by the fall, it didn’t stop you from laughing as you got up and wiped the snow off your clothes.

“Are you okay?” Swerve asked, grabbing your arms to check if you were alright and breathing a sigh of relief when he was sure you weren’t injured; for something so soft and squishy, humans certainly were resilient.

“I’m fine, but you’re not.”

“What-”

You shoved a handful of snow in his face and continued running.

“Oh, you can run but you can’t hide,” Swerve called, chasing after you.

There was plenty more time for fun and games as the two of you explored the world in the little time you had. Every so often, you would be reminded just how cruel the universe could be when you saw signs that warned against non-organics, but Swerve would quickly shrug it off and draw your attention to something else.

Finally, after exploring icy caverns, tasting new foods that didn’t spark any allergic reactions, watching a few of the locals, delighting in a spot of star-gazing, and generally experiencing things you never could have back on Earth, it was time to head back to the ship. Although Swerve was ready to finally tell you about the mini-bot shell, he opted to wait until he could take you to it so you could ask Perceptor and Brainstorm any questions that he might not be able to answer. There was a countdown on his visual feed that was a reminder of how long he had left in his promise to tell you; it was a relief knowing it would be gone by that night.

You walked hand in hand with Swerve through the cobble-stoned streets of the town, on your way back to the Lost Light.

“I just don’t get it,” Swerve grumbled. “How did you find that comedian funny? He was terrible.”

You thought of the comic who was in some kind of talent show by a sculpture of a frozen fountain. Then in a low voice so nobody would overhear, you said, “It’s an organic thing. Face it sweetie, you just wouldn’t get that kind of humour.”

“Fine. You just wait till we get back to our room, I’m going to find you some of Cyber- Uh, my home’s comedians,” He corrected as you crossed paths with another family. “Then we’ll see if you get my kind’s humour.”

You chuckled at his stubbornness, stopping when the two of you came to a short bridge that had three men on it. Two were human, the other was some kind of rock-like humanoid. Swerve tried to lead you on but you held onto his hand tightly, tugging him back. You knew what drunks looked like when you saw them, and the trio in front of you were clearly intoxicated.

“We should find another way back,” You whispered, unsettled.

“(Y/N), this is the fastest way back, trust me,” Swerve said, confident that after owning his own bar, he could navigate his way through a few overcharged organics.

Although you were still uneasy, you placed your trust in your husband and let him guide you towards the bridge. Upon seeing the two of you, the humans jeered. A sound like rocks being ground together let you know the other organic was doing the same.

“Oy, oy, lookee what we have here. Ain’t this a charmin’ pair?” A red headed man, with an almost blue tinted face from the cold chuckled.

“Alright gents,” Swerve grinned confidently. “Mind if we pass? Our ship’s leaving soon.”

“Oooh, is it now? You hear that Darren? Their ship’s leaving soon.”

Darren, the other human, an unremarkable man with a pock-marked face stepped forward, “I did hear. I also heard when he called us gents. I’m not a gent, are you a gent Al?”

“I don’t think I am. Nor is our mate here. He ain’t got the stones to be a gent.”

All three of them laughed at the awful pun, apparently finding it hilarious in their inebriated state. You felt your heart start beating faster, and once again you tried to pull Swerve away. This time he complied, realising his mistake in approaching the group.

“Nah!” Al called. “Don’t go, we was only having a laugh. Right lads?”

“Swerve!” You cried as the rock man grabbed Swerve and pulled him back for Al and Darren to mock.

“Listen guys, we’re all people here,” Swerve started to babble in his overly-friendly way. “We don’t have to fight and- oof-”

Darren punched Swerve’s stomach and Swerve doubled over in pain that he wouldn’t have felt outside of his holo-form, falling to the floor when the rock man dropped him.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM,” You screamed, running in front of Swerve.

“(Y/N), no,” Swerve groaned, trying to stand up.

“Aw look, he’s fond of his lass,” Darren laughed.

“Aye,” Al sneered, “I’m fond of her too. Tell you what, we’ll just take her and leave, yeah? Then you won’t miss your ship, will you, Swerve? Stupid fuckin’ name.”

The rock man reached past his human companions to lift you up over his shoulder, and you screamed in outrage, punching, kicking, hissing, doing anything possible to free yourself. Upon seeing you in danger, defending him of all things, Swerve snarled. Disobeying all the rules, he freed himself of his holo-form and mass displacement.

“THAT’S MY WIFE!” He roared in all his robotic glory, slapping Darren and Al to the floor.

The rock man, apparently panicked by the sight of a non-organic, dropped you and fled back into the town.

“(Y/N)!” Swerve rushed to your side and held you close, checking you for injuries. “Are you alright?”

While Swerve fussed over you, Al pushed himself up to stare in mute disgust at the scene of pure love before him. An organic and a non-organic married? It was an abomination that made him glad he hadn’t had his way with you.

‘Spoilt goods,’ He thought cringing as you and Swerve walked away from the fight, if it could be called that.

Abhorred and repulsed by you, Al decided to make the universe a better place. “Fuckin’ robo-whore,” He whispered, reaching into his belt for his pistol.

Just one headshot and it would all be over. Drunk as he was however, Al would not have made a headshot in a million years.

“You were right,” Swerve said, shaking his head and holding you close. “We should have never crossed that bridge.”

You didn’t say anything but you did gasp and lurch forwards as a bang erupted from behind you. Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion. Swerve screaming. You looked down to your jacket, finding that it had changed from white to red. You tried to speak but couldn’t. Darkness kept clouding your vision. You were on the snow. Light again and you were in Swerve’s alt-mode. Darkness. You opened your eyes to find Ratchet and Velocity hovering over you.

You could hear Swerve shouting something, though you couldn’t see him.

“-NEW BODY- PERCEPTOR & BRAINSTORM- SINCE THE WEDDING-”

The next time darkness overtook you, you didn’t wake up for a long time, and as Ratchet and Velocity hung over you, they wondered if you ever would again.

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We’re Only Kidding Ourselves- Part Fourteen || Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I will take my romantic bakery side story to the grave it is the ultimate life goal. Also big shout-out to @alt-ernativewonderland​ for helping me with my indecisiveness with this part!!

Prompt: Enemies to lovers au (from @marvelellie‘s 1k writing challenge!!)

Summary: You work as a production assistant for the Spider-Man: Far From Home crew, or rather as Tom Holland’s handler. The two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of previous smut

What I listened to while writing: mamma mia + rap playlist I made for literally no reason

Word Count: 3.1k yeah boi

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine| Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen

“Are you okay?” Tom asked. “You were crying out,”

“Yeah,” you panted, trying to convince not only him, but yourself too. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Nightmare?”

“Something like that.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

He settled back down on his side, but didn’t turn away from you. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, sorry to wake you.”

“S’okay, don’t worry about it,” he assured you before rolling back over. His accent combined with his mumbling from being half asleep made his sentences almost unintelligible, but that’s not what you were focused on at the moment.

Your heart was still beating a thousand miles a minute and the sheets were still tangled between your fingers like they had been in your dream, making the line between fantasy and reality that much finer.

Pushing your hair off of your face you sat up and saw that the pillow barrier between you and Tom was all messed up from how you must have been thrashing around in your sleep. You would have laughed at the irony of the metaphor if you weren’t still internally panicking.

You were thankful you hadn’t been saying actual words in your sleep. What if you had called out Tom’s name? God, you were already so mortified. You had never had a sex dream so vivid before, and never about someone who was sleeping right beside you.

You dogeared the page in your book and set it on the bedside table. Every time you picked it back up you’d be reminded of how Tom had thrown it across the room with lust in your dream. Taking a risk, you peered over cautiously at him whose breathing was steady now. Somehow the boy had gone back to sleep instantly and you were so jealous.

He had to have come back from the bar, showered, brushed his teeth, gotten into bed, and fallen asleep- all without waking you. He was the loudest person you knew, and you were such a light sleeper, how was that even possible?

It was the middle of the night, four am to be exact, but it was safe to say you were awake now. Despite everything there was still a dull ache in your core and an electric energy that tingled in your veins. You had been this close to getting off in your dream before real-life Tom had woken you up. You considered finishing the job yourself, but you couldn’t do that with him in the room, much less right next to you.

You rolled over, away from him and towards the window, trying to breathe steadily. Just because you’d dreamt about Tom in that way didn’t mean you actually wanted him in that way. It’d just...been a while that’s all. And people have random sex dreams about their bosses all the time, this was no different. 

You told yourself all of this, but weren’t convinced.

Much like the last, your night was restless. You were afraid that if you drifted off again the dream would pick up right where it had left off, not that you’d be able to sleep if you tried, but you couldn’t risk waking Tom like that again.

You figured that if you were already awake you might get some work done so you propped yourself up in bed and filled out overdue paperwork until you were actually a week ahead of schedule. You were so focused you hadn’t even realized how long you’d been working for until you noticed the sun had started rising and was steadily filling the room up with light. You glanced over at Tom who was still fast asleep and saw that his arm was slung over the pillow barrier and his fingers were outstretched almost like he was reaching for you. His hands looked soft, yet calloused from stunts and training. You wondered if they actually were soft.

For once you were up and getting ready before Tom. You even braved the streets of Venice without Harrison’s sweatshirt to get you and Tom some breakfast. He had gotten you waffles that one morning and you wanted to pay him back. It seemed like there were cafes on every corner so the hard part wasn’t finding where to get breakfast, but choosing where. You decided on the family owned cafe where you’d gotten your coffee the other day because you knew the people were friendly.

To your surprise they recognized you immediately and smiled at you as you approached the counter.

“Can I help you?” one of the women asked, seeming to remember you had ordered in English the last time you were there. You hadn’t noticed before that she had an American accent and your eyes must’ve lit up in recognition because she chuckled a little at your reaction. “I’m from Atlanta,” she explained.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything! I was just surprised that’s all-”

“Don’t worry about it, you didn’t do anything wrong!” she assured you. “My wife, Paula, is from here so this is where we decided to open our cafe.”

“I would love to live here,” you lied. Any reasonable person would want to spend the rest of their life in Venice, but you couldn’t say the same for yourself. Not after everything that had happened over the course of just a few days.

“Yeah, what’s not to love? Good people, good food, good business.” You nodded and smiled politely. “Anyway, what can I get started for you?”

“I’m not quite sure, actually. I’m supposed to get something for me and my...friend, but I don’t know what he likes. What do you recommend?”

“Our cornettos are really popular and so are our fette biscottates, which is like a little toast. Paula butters the cornettos really lightly so that they’re just fluffy enough and everyone orders them with this rich chocolate sauce she makes, it’s not a very healthy breakfast, but it is delicious.”

“I’ll do two of those, please,” you decided.

“With the sauce?”

“Of course.”

You managed to carry the baked goods and two coffees back to the hotel without any casualties, which was pretty impressive for you.

Tom was awake and getting ready by the time you got back. When you walked in he was pulling up his jeans and you immediately and shielded your eyes with the bag of pastries .

“Oh shit, sorry!” you apologized.

“We’ve been through this a hundred times, y/n, I don’t care. I change in front of dozens of people every day,” Tom sighed.

“Well, the door was also wide open and I don’t think you want the whole world to see that,” you added, hoping he’d attribute your jumpiness to that.

“I’d be doing the world a favor,” he said and smirked over at you as he pulled a t-shirt on over his head, clearly flexing for emphasis in the process.

You tried not to spill coffee all over the carpet as you watched him. “I don’t know if ‘favor’ is the word I would use,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. Tom laughed. You put the food and drinks on the dresser and picked up your cup. “I got us some breakfast.”

“Us?” he asked, looking up from the watch he was fastening around his wrist.

“Yeah, you got breakfast the other day, I wanted to return the favor.” You handed him his coffee and began rifling through the paper bag for the food.

“Thank you,” he took a sip. “It’s prefect, thanks.”

“It better be. I memorized your coffee order after two weeks of being on the job.”

“I was surprised it took you that long.”

“I can eat all this food myself,” you threatened.

“Sorry! I was joking,” he insisted.

You shot him a look. “Mmhmm.” You pulled the pastries out of the bag and handed one to him. “They’re cornettos, basically big croissants. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect.”

You sat on the floor with your cornetto and Tom followed your lead. You popped the lid off of the chocolate sauce and put it in between you and Tom on the floor to share. He ripped a bite-size piece off to dip and you did the same and tried not to let any drip on your clothes or the carpet in the process. The woman at the cafe had been right, it was delicious.

“You didn’t sleep last night again, did you?” Tom asked after taking another sip of his coffee.

“No,” you admitted, figuring he would know if you were lying anyway. You didn’t know how he always called you on your bullshit, but he did. And it was irritating.

“Y/n!” he groaned.

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “How’d you know?”

“You were up earlier than me, which never happens so I figured you just hadn’t gone back to sleep,” he explained. “You should’ve kept me up, sometimes it helps to talk nightmares through.”

You shook your head with half a laugh and tore off another piece of your cornetto. “Trust me, it only would’ve made things worse.”

His face softened. “Well, I’m sorry that you had such a bad dream. I hope you get some sleep tonight.”

“Thanks,” you smiled and put the bite in your mouth, letting the bittersweet chocolate roll over your tongue. “Me too.”

Tom went down to the lobby first and you followed a few minutes later. Everyone was already scrambling around, trying to get on boats, and you decided you’d just stay back and get on one of the later ones. You couldn’t see Tom in the sea of people anyway, but figured he’d already snaked his way through the crowd onto one of the earliest boats. At least, you hoped that’s what had happened.

One of the main differences between filming in London and abroad was that here it was every man for himself. Back in England the actors had all had preferential, treatment, especially Tom. He was Spider-man. But back there everything was centered around the actors, everyone was always making sure the actors were catered to and where they needed to be when. But here in Venice (and in Prague) everything was centered around production. Everyone had their own shit to take care of and being on-location made everything ten times harder to set up so the actors were on their own, aside from having assistants.

You thought Tom might actually like this style better. He was pretty independent, as he liked to remind you, and you noticed that having everyone fuss over him all the time definitely made him a little uncomfortable. That being said, you’d still be the one in trouble if he didn’t get himself where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there, so you could only hope.

Thankfully, no one was blowing up your phone about Tom once you got to set so you figured he’d checked in like he was supposed to.

The sky was gray and overcast, unlike it had been this morning, threatening to  start a downpour at any moment. The storm had rolled in unannounced, throwing everyone and everything off schedule. Over your radio you could hear different people starting to yell directions about waterproofing the equipment, which ideally should’ve started hours ago.

Once you got over to the tent with the other crew you were able to see Tom at his mark, ready to start filming whenever he got his cue. Harrison was over there with him, most likely telling a story from what you could tell by the way he was gesturing wildly with his hands.

Watching from the sidelines made the feelings of helplessness you’d had when you initially took the job start creeping back. It was hard to resist the urge to help run wires or set up rigs and dollies with the other production assistants like you’d been trained to do, but you’d tried before and were only scolded for it. The other PAs saw you as an outsider and didn’t want your input and the higher crew heads thought you were incompetent even though you had the same training and experience as all the other assistants. Standing and watching everyone work was your job, and you’d learned to have a sort of indifference over time, but on hectic days like these you still had to fight the itch to jump in and help.

It was starting to sprinkle now, and more and more people started crowding around under the tent while others ran around trying to save the scene and the equipment. People were arguing in your ear about whether to shoot the scene or postpone it. Everything was descending into chaos.

You looked back over to where Tom had been standing on the bridge and saw that he was still there, waiting for instructions. Harrison was holding an umbrella over the both of them, shouting across the lot at someone on the other side. You wondered whether or not you should try to get over to them. You were reaching for your phone to text Haz when you felt someone bump your shoulder. You started to apologize before you realized it was Zendaya who had somehow made her way through the masses to be at your side.

“How many cups have you had today?” she asked with a smirk, nodding at the paper cup in your hand.

“Only two,” you insisted.

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Well you look crazy,” she said.

“Thank you so much, Z,” you scoffed. “You know, I keep hearing that-”

“No, I mean you just look exhausted, yet also super buzzed.”

“I had a weird night,” you sighed.

“No sleep again?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked sincerely and you were reminded of every time she’d confided in you about her dating life. Maybe she’d have some good advice.

“Um, yeah actually,” you agreed thankfully. “But can we, uh go over there?”

You led her over to a small area that had been cleared out because of the rain, holding an umbrella over the both of you.

“Miss y/l/n, can you please tell Mr. Holland that we’re moving shooting up an hour?” an indistinguishable voice suddenly asked over headset.

You sighed. Of course you had to be the bearer of bad news.

“I’ll let him know,” you replied over the comm and rolled your eyes, thankful they couldn’t see you. You pulled out your phone and shot Tom a quick text, something literally anyone else could have done, before giving Zendaya your attention again.

“Okay, what’d you drag me all the way over here for?”

“I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone,” you said nervously, hoping what you said wouldn’t get back to Tom somehow. “Promise?”

“Promise,” she agreed. “Okay, why didn’t you sleep? Oh my god, is this about a boy?”

“Kind of?” you cringed at the way Zendaya’s eyes lit up. “Not like that.”

She deflated visibly. “Oh.”

“So I sort of, had a dream,” you paused, not sure if you could force yourself to say the words.

“A dream?”

“A...sex dream.”

“About who?”

“About...Tom.”

“What?”

“I know,” you groaned and put your head in your hands. Zendaya pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. “It’s not funny!”

“I know, I know I’m sorry,” she said, pulling herself together. “What happened?”

“I-I didn’t even know it was a dream at first, he was just in my hotel room and we were talking and then he kissed me again and then-”

“Wait,” Zendaya cut you off. “Again? Tom...kissed you? In real life?” You froze, realizing you’d slipped. Your expression must’ve given you away because Z’s eyes went wide and she grabbed your wrist excitedly. “Y/n!”

“It wasn’t like that! I think. He didn’t mean it-I don’t know it’s confusing.”

“Clearly. Okay wait, wait, your dream. What happened in your dream?”

“Right,” you inhaled deeply, trying to clear your head. “He kissed me again and then he...took off my shirt and my...ummder,” you mumbled the last part.

“Your what?” She grinned, obviously loving this.

“You know what!” Your cheeks were positively on fire, but getting it all off your chest was starting to feel good. “And then he, you know.”

Zendaya waited for you to elaborate. “He what?”

“You know,” you hissed and put your tongue in between your fingers to demonstrate.

“He ate you out?”

“In my dream!” you reminded her.

“Did you, you know?” she asked with a smirk.

“Almost, but no.”

“Damn. What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, people have sex dreams about their bosses all the time, right?”

“I guess, but your boss has also kissed you.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Do you think maybe your subconscious was giving you what you really wanted?”

It wasn’t what you’d wanted to hear, but Zendaya had a point. But before you could even process what she’d said yourself, you felt a tap on your shoulder and whipped around. Behind you, was another production standing in the rain and you instantly wondered how much she’d overheard.

“What?” you asked, wanting her to get to the point as fast as possible. Clearly she had something important to tell you if she came all the way over here, but she was hesitating, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment.

“Um, sorry to interrupt, but we kind of need to use channel three.”

“What?” you repeated, even more confused.

“The radios, we need to use channel three, but we haven’t been able to because your headset is, um, in use on that channel.”

Still confused, you looked down at the wiring on your headset and realized the speaking button had gotten stuck from when you told whoever that you’d pass the message on to Tom, meaning the whole production crew had just heard the entirety of what you’d just said. Every production assistant, manager, director had heard about the wet dream you’d had about your boss. Including Harrison.

Without another word you thrust the umbrella into Zendaya’s hands and took off at a sprint, not even sure where you’d be able to find Haz.

He wasn’t that hard to locate, as it turned out. You found him right where he’d been earlier, standing where the actors marks were on his phone. He looked up when he heard you run up, unfazed.

“Haz,” you panted, “did you-”

“Hear all of that? Yeah. Kind of wish I hadn’t,” he said coldly.

You were thrown off for a second. You’d expected him to joke with you, tease you about accidentally telling at least fifty people about your sex dream, but you were met with hostility instead.

“Please,” you begged. “Please don’t tell Tom.”

“How do you know someone else won’t?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t. But he can’t hear it from his best friend. Please. Promise me?”

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Guess Who [2nd Alt Ending]

[A/n: this is it, the second and last alternate ending. Once again I'd like to thank all of those who supported and loved this series💞💞💞]

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Pairing : Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death, Mafia! AU

Words : 3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11.

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-Set back in the time of Sweet Lies, between ch. 7 & 8 before things went downhill, the happy ending that would’ve happened if I allowed it😂-

-Baekhyun’s P.O.V-

“Why’d you call me over here?” Jongdae asked, walking into the living room. 

I said nothing as I leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. I had called him over because there have been a lot of troubling thoughts floating around inside my head for the past few days and though I hate to admit it, he might be the only one that can help me.  I furrowed my brow when he leaned over, staring down at my face.

“Did you forget you even called me over here?” He asked, assuming I did by my lack of an answer.

I glared up at him, “No, I’m just thinking.”

“Wow...you? Thinking? I see Y/N has been a good influence on you. Look at you using your brain for something that’s not illegal.” He said with a grin but it fell as quickly as it came, “Wait it’s not illegal right? Because if it is I’ve gotta rewire my brain and get back into ‘gang member Jongdae’ mode again.”

I deadpanned, watching the grin return to his face. I sighed heavily, sitting up right, “You really are a carbon copy of your brother you know that? Always cracking jokes...”

He tensed up at the mention of his brother but relaxed within seconds, plopping down into the spot next to me, “He was better than I am. Always was always will be. Anyway, I’m sure you didn’t call me here to talk about my dear older brother. What’s on your mind?”

I smiled softly at his words before frowning, “Y/N…”

“What about her?”

I kept silent for a moment, staring at the wall across from me, “Recently...I’ve been having doubts about everything. I don’t know what to do anymore, it’s frustrating,” I paused, combing my fingers through my hair, “I know she’s the one that killed Jieun yet I can’t--I can’t help but still feel something for her. I mean she killed my fiancee for fucks sake yet here I am, my heart skipping a beat at just the thought of her.”

“How do you know she’s the one that killed her?” 

“You saw the same footage I did, it had to be her.”

“I don’t necessarily think that’s true. She doesn’t look like the type of person that’s capable of taking a life. She became a nurse, someone that helps others, taking a life seems like it’d go against everything she believes in. At least the Y/N I know is too gentle to even harm another person much less kill them.” Jongdae said, his voice low.

I sat there silently, his words sinking in but I couldn’t help but still doubt her. Jongdae must’ve sensed my doubt as he continued to talk.

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you how to go about this whole situation but remember, Y/N wasn’t the only one that walked out of Jieun’s office. I don’t believe she should be the only one you target, sure you already went after Jongin and his group and they’re as good as dead but Y/N...she seems as innocent as the next person.”

“What is it you want me to do then?”

“Talk to her. Be honest about who you are, ask her about that day, tell her about everything. She deserves to know the truth, Baek, if you love her--and don’t even try and deny it I know you do, tell her, don’t keep her in the dark for much longer. If you stay close minded and stubborn like you have been you’re going to do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.” Jongdae said, rising from his seat, “She loves you, I can see it, the guys can see it, hell I’m sure even you see it. Don’t lose her over something she didn’t do, don’t make that mistake Baekhyun because if you do I might just betray you in the end. Make the right choice here, for once.”

I leaned back into the couch further, letting out a deep sigh, thinking over everything Jongdae just said. He had a point. Sehun was with her and it’s likely that he’s the one who pulled the trigger. Y/N ran out of Jieun’s office with tears streaming down her face, that look in her eyes was enough to tell me she didn’t do it. But...I just couldn’t believe that’s what actually happened. It can’t be that simple.

-

It had been days since my little chat with Jongdae and my mind was just as fucked up as when I started thinking about all this. I had been noticing more and more of her little gestures of affection, my heart going wild, it made me hope that she really had nothing to do with it. I could forgive her being there, knowing there had to be some kind of explanation but if she actually did it then...I-I don’t think I’d ever be able to forgive that, no matter how much I loved her. I froze at the thought. My heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. I exhaled deeply, burying my face in my hands.

“What’s got you sighing like that?”

I froze at the sound of her voice, my shoulders tense. I slowly let my hands fall to my lap, raising my head to look up at her, the corners of my lips twitching into a small smile. I felt my jaw go slack at seeing her, my expression softening as a light hearted sigh left my lips.

“I love you.”

Her brows shot up in surprise, a red tint on her cheeks before her lips settled into a smile, a look that caused my heart to skip a beat shining brightly in her eyes, “I love you too.”

Hearing those words had butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart felt as if someone reached into my chest to give it a squeeze. This was all new to me. I thought I had loved Jieun and I did, but with Y/N...it was so different. Y/N made me feel like I could take on the whole world if I had her by my side. I never felt this way with Jieun, not once in our entire relationship did I feel the way I do right in this moment.

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked, kneeling down in front of me, her brows furrowed in concern.

I said nothing, simply reaching out to cup her cheek with my palm. She looked at me curiously, reaching up to cup my hand with hers. There it was again, my heart tightened at the action. I let out yet another sigh, but this one was of defeat, she won. With a chuckle I leaned forward, capturing her lips with mine in a soft and passionate kiss, conveying my feelings to her through that kiss because I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to kiss her like this again, not after I tell her the truth. I exhaled softly against her lips after breaking the kiss, resting my forehead against her own for a few seconds, keeping my eyes closed. 

“Baek?”

I let my hand fall into my lap once more, leaning back to create some space between the both of us, “I-I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I haven’t been completely honest with you…” I trailed off, unable to make eye contact.

I bit my bottom lip, having second thoughts about this. I didn’t want to lose her, she was the one person I couldn’t bare to lose but I couldn’t keep hiding this from her, who knows, she might just stay. I let out a huff, scoffing to myself at that thought. There’s no way she’d actually stay no matter how much I wished for it, no matter how hard I begged I knew there was a slim chance of her staying with me. 

So with a deep breath in I told her everything. I told her about what I did, what my group of guys and I were. I told her what we had done over the years as a gang and how we were rivals with Jongin and his people. I told her how I had a fiance named Jieun and how she was killed in her office. I could tell she was putting all the puzzle pieces together, her eyes telling me, no there were begging me not to say what I was about to say. I could tell she so desperately wanted everything to be a lie but I had already come this far she needed to know the whole truth. When I told her what I was known as on the streets her eyes immediately brimmed with tears, those tears falling seconds later. 

She pushed herself up, standing before me before taking a step back. I refused to look up into her eyes, knowing the look she now wore would crush my heart into millions of pieces. I kept my head down, hearing her back up some more until the back of her knees hit the coffee table behind her. 

“B-BouXian? You’re BouXian? Sehun...he--he was telling the truth?” She asked, all these questions seeming rhetorical so I didn’t answer.

I clenched my hands into fists when I heard a sob fall from her lips but I didn’t dare look up.

“So I-I kicked him out and you-” She cut herself off, sitting back onto the coffee table, her legs too weak to keep her standing, “Did you get with me to get your revenge?”

I didn’t answer, afraid to break her heart even more but she wasn’t having anymore of my silence.

“Answer me!”

I flinched at her shout, closing my eyes tightly before nodding reluctantly.

“S-So everything was a lie? Our whole relationship was built on lies. You--you never loved me and I-I pushed Sehun away for you. If I had known you never meant anything you said to me I-I would have-” She cut herself off once more, her emotions getting the best of her.

“You’re wrong. Yes everything started off with lies but Y/N, please, believe me when I tell you I truly do love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.” I said, quickly looking up at her.

I couldn’t have her thinking that I don’t love her because I do, so much it physically hurts. I scooted forward in my seat, reaching out to her but retracting my hand when she flinched back, my body trembling. I frowned, a lump forming in my throat.

“Liar.”

“Y/N. I may have lied to you about many things and I’m not proud of it...but I do love you…” 

She said nothing, hanging her head as her shoulders shook with each sob she let out. Within seconds she had buried her face in her hands, muffling her cries but her words were as clear as day.

“Get out.”

Those two words hurt more than any injury I ever received over the years. I couldn’t find it in myself to move, my body stuck to the couch.

“Get out!” She yelled, pulled me off the couch and pushed me towards the door roughly.

I stumbled over my own feet but I regained my balance quickly. I felt like I couldn’t breath, the lump in my throat getting harder and harder to swallow. I knew she would react like this, I mean what kind of sane person would still be with me after everything I’ve done. All I’ve done is lie to her from the start, I was a fool to think she’d stay by my side after hearing about everything. It really wasn’t everything though, I stopped myself from telling her what I did to her friends, knowing that if I told her it would completely break her. I inhaled slowly, my hands trembling the slightest bit as I forced the tears to stay where they were.

“I’m sorry.” I let out in a voice barely above a whisper, not trusting my voice.

I didn’t even bother looking back at her, knowing that if I took one look at her I’d beg her to let me stay with her. I didn’t deserve her from the start, I don’t want her to be with someone like me.

-5 Years Later-

I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my head down as the rain got heavier. I cursed lowly to myself, running over to a nearby building for cover. I grumbled to myself, reaching up to ruffle my own hair, trying to shake the water out of it but it was no use, it was completely soaked. With a heavy sigh I gave up, leaning back against the wall of the building behind me, glaring at the rain as if doing that would magically make it stop. Just as I pulled out my phone to ring up one of the guys to come pick me up I saw a woman run passed me, taking cover under the same building. I would have paid her no mind if she didn’t look so damn familiar when she ran by. When I took a glance at her my jaw drop, my hand falling to my side limply, my phone hitting the floor.

“Y/N…” I let out softly, seeing her turn in my direction at hearing her name fall from my lips.

As soon as our eyes met they widened in surprise, Y/N taking an involuntary step back. But that’s not what hurt to see, the look in her eyes hurt the most. I didn’t see any hate or resentment, no there was none of that. That look she wore was a cold one, one that showed very little emotions. I scanned her face, seeing that she kept her face expressionless. No, I couldn’t have done this to her. I inhaled sharply as I realized that there was no one else that could’ve done this to her. I made her into this, a shell of what she once was. That light that once shone brightly was all but gone, replaced by this darkness that sent chills down my spine.

“I didn’t think I’d ever run into you again…” She said, her voice colder than I remembered it, “I mean I’ve managed to avoid you for the past five years. I guess luck is never on my side huh?”

I frowned, wanting nothing more than to reach out and bring her into a tight embrace. Over these past five years I’ve thought of nothing but her. All the memories we shared together haunted my every waking moment, it was maddening at times. I guess the pain I felt was the price I had to pay for the sinner that I was. But still, I wanted to try and mend the wounds I left behind, I didn’t want to let her slip through my fingers again.

“S-So how are Sehun and the others?” I asked, that being the first thing to come to mind.

“I wouldn’t know. They’ve all vanished into thin air. I went to their house a few days after our talk but I found it completely empty.” She said, looking out into the street, a dry chuckle falling from her lips, “I guess it’s better this way. I never belonged around them anyway.”

So she still doesn’t know. I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried about her staying in the dark over what I did. I knew they were alive, Minseok had been tracking their bank accounts, seeing that they all bought a ticket out of the country, all of them going to different places. I was scared that one day they’d come back and reveal everything to her but it’s been five years and they still haven’t come back. Maybe they don’t ever plan on coming back.

“I thought you’d be happy over the news, being their rivals and all. It wouldn’t surprise me if you’re the reason they left...what with being the monster that you are.”

Ouch. Now that stung, my heart plummeting to the pit of my stomach. I bowed my head, avoiding eye contact, I didn’t want her seeing how hurt I was by her words. We said nothing for awhile, that is until I broke the silence.

“If--If I wasn’t what I was would there have been a chance for the two of us?” I asked, my voice almost being drowned out by the rain.

“Yes,” She said without missing a beat, the certainty in her voice made my heart skip a beat, “I was so ready to marry you...I hate that those feelings haven’t entirely left.”

My head shot up at the last words she uttered, my eyes going wide. She turned her head away from me, avoiding my eyes. I took a step towards her  but before I could take another she turned her back on me, walking out into the rain. I ran after her, grabbing onto her arm to stop her. She refused to turn around but she didn’t move to get my hand off of her. I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers this time, I’ve already lost her once...I won’t let it happen a second time.

“Y-Y/N...can--can we start over?” I asked, hopeful that her answer would be yes.

But she stayed silent, hanging her head for a moment. I saw how she clenched her hand into a fist, her arm shaking for no more than a second before she relaxed.

“Is your phone number still the same?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly, my eagerness getting the better of me.

She kept her back to me, placing her other hand on mine, taking it off of her arm. Without turning to face me she spoke, “I’ll call you.” And with that she left.

I stared after her, stupid smile on my face as I watched her leave. This was my second chance and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Even after everything she was still willing to give me a chance, I just needed to use it properly this time. I was going to treat her the way she deserved, love her the way she should be loved without holding myself back this time. Maybe just maybe I can give her the happy ending she deserves and I can finally get the happy ending I’ve been searching for all these years.