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pasta1238 · 2 years

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Putting on their old gang uniform pt.1

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Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Kazutora

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of gang activity, cussing, kissing

Part 1 Part 2

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Mikey

You and Mikey were moving into a new house and the two of you needed to start packing your things. It has been three days into sorting belongings and you offered to help Mikey gut the closet. You came across an old bin, inside a box that looked like it had been damaged. You take it into your own hands to get a new one, so you open it to take out what's inside. It was a back trench coat with golden embroidery. His old gang uniform.

You smile at the pictures that were folded in the jacket, many containing his old friends and memories. After sitting there, you get the idea to try on his jacket. You slip the trenchcoat on and look at yourself in the mirror. Mikey is small as it is so it's not like the jacket was huge on you, but it still fit a bit loosely.

"Baby have you seen the tape-" He comes in the door, interrupted as he sets his eyes on you. You turn around, looking at him as he's taken aback and looking at you up and down. He smiles then starts laughing. "Baby you look so small in that!!" He says while almost crying from his own laughter.

You look at him with an unamused face. "Speak for yourself, shrimpy." You playfully say to him. Mikey stops laughing and runs up to you, lifting you and squeezing you in his arms. He is small, which is why his strength always surprised you.

"Do you really think I could help myself when you look so damn cute in my old toman jacket?" He says while nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Well the jacket sort of wears me, I look out of place in a gang uniform. I'd look ridiculous and I can't fight compared to you." You giggle

Mikey looks up at you with a smile and shakes his head. "No need, I'd kick everyone's asses for you." He says while showering you with kisses all over your face.

Draken

You just began the day and you were getting ready. Draken was in the kitchen making breakfast and you were groggily trying to get dressed. Today was a lazy day so you didn't really bother looking through your own clothes, on days like these you just throw on one of your husband's big shirts and some shorts.

Today was landry day so there weren't many shirts left in the drawer. As you're going through the drawer, you see a matching black jacket and pants. You slide them out from under the folded shirts and smile when you discover it's your husband's old toman uniform. You notice just how big it is as you slip the jacket on and laugh in the mirror as it basically swallows your upper body and falls down to your thighs.

You walk over to the kitchen, "Hey Ken, look what I found."

Draken turns around and immediately laughs a little when he sees you. He sets down whatever he's cooking on the stove and walks over to you. "I see you've dug up an old ancient artifact huh?" He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist with your arms around his neck.

"Yep and it practically fits me like a dress." You say before he kisses you on the lips.

Draken smiles. "You look so damn cute in this thing, no one would be intimidated." He jokes.

You put on a fake pout. "Yes I would, I'm very intimidating." You say as you squish his face.

"Nope. You wouldn't need to be anyways, your man here would be enough to scare everyone off." He says as he playfully kisses your neck and jaw.

You giggle at the feeling and wrap around him tighter. "Well you don't scare me, not even with your tattoo and fighting skills." You say as you kiss him softly. "You love me too much to be scary."

Draken smiles as he's kissing you in his arms. "Damn right I do."

Baji

You were staying the night at Baji's apartment when you were in his bedroom looking for the TV remote. Baji was out getting food and he would be home any minute now. As you shuffle through his dresser, you catch a glimpse of something sticking out of one of the drawers.

You recognize the coloration from the many photos Baji has on his walls. You pull the clothing out and sure enough, it's his toman uniform. The embroidery was still in perfect condition, spelling out his name and position. You put the jacket on and button it up. Baji isn't all that bigger than you, but the jacket still fit loose and the sleeves were a little too long.

"And, what are you going over there?" You quickly turn around and you see your boyfriend, arms crossed with a grin, leaning against the wall.

"Nothing, I was just looking." You say with a little blush on your face.

Baji walks over to you and places his hands on your waist, then pulls you close. He has the signature smug grin on his face that he knows drives you crazy. "Well, you look so fucking adorable in my old jacket." He plants a soft kiss on your lips while holding you close.

He pulls away and smirks at your blushing face. "Whatever..."

He laughs at your shyness. "You know it's true." He pauses to cup your face with one of his hands. "You'd be too cute as a gang member. I'd only want to squeeze you and kiss you all over." He says before hugging you right and giving you soft little kisses all over your face.

Mitsuya

You were at Mitsuya's place, spending some time with him and his sisters. You're in the other room, on the phone while Mitsuya is in the bathroom when Luna and Manna run to you. "Look what we found!" Shouts Luna. She's holding up a jacket, Mitsuya's old gang jacket specifically.

"It's his toman uniform, you should try it on and surprise him!" Manna exclaimed.

You laugh at their suggestion. "That would be pretty funny." You set your phone down and get up to put the jacket on. It fits a little loose since Mitsuya is bigger than you but it's still pretty comfortable.

Just as you put it on, you hear a door open and Mitsuya comes out of the hallway. "Talk about a blast from the past." He's smiling and walking towards you.

"You did such a good job making this, love. You're so talented." You remark while looking at jacket.

He laughs. "Thank you." He pauses to hold you. "I gotta say, you look so cute wearing this." You blush at his compliment. "I'm sure you'd look absolutely adorable if you had one that fit you just perfectly." He says before placing a small kiss on your temple.

"Eww" "Gross" Luna and Manna comment as they run away from the two of you.

You and Mitsuya laugh at their reaction. He turns to you again to give you another soft kiss.

Chifuyu

You were waiting for your husband to come back with food, so you decided to go take a shower. When you come out you go to change into some clean pajamas. You realize you don't have any clean tops, so you root through Chifuyu's closer for a shirt to wear. As you're moving hangers, you notice a black and gold jacket in the back. You move everything to the other side of the bar and take it out, then realize it's his gang uniform from the past.

You have an idea to try it on, so you find a shirt to wear under and slip on the uniform. You and Chifuyu were almost the same size in clothing, so the jacket and pants fit you almost perfectly. Soon after, you hear the front door open and close, meaning your husband just got home with food for the both of you.

"I'm home!" You hear him shout from the other side of your shared apartment.

You run over to the front of the room and see him hanging the keys on the wrack. "Baby, baby look!"

He turns around and when he sees you, he starts laughing. "Baby you look fantastic." He says as he walks over to you. "And it fits perfect."

You laugh. "Well it's a good thing we're the same size."

"Yep." He says you kiss you on your forehead. "You always look so cute in my clothes, but this one is the best." He says before hugging you.

"Thank you baby, I bet you looked so cute in this yourself." You say with a smile.

"No, I looked threatening and badass." He says with pride. "Your man was a top delinquent for sure."

You kiss his cheek, making him blush. "I'm sure you were." You say before snuggling in his arms.

He takes your hand and squishes your face. "Okay let's go eat now my cute little delinquent." Then places a quick little kiss on your lips

Hakkai

You were helping your fiance move out of his house into your newly shared one. Hakkai was outside with Taiju moving boxes in the trailer when you heard Yuhuza call you over inside. "You need to come get a look at this." She says. When you go inside, you see her holding a box labeled 'Toman'. "It's all of Hakkai's old stuff from when he was in his gang back in the day."

You and her were going through the box, looking at old pictures and other mementos. At the very bottom, you see a black jacket and pants. "This must be his uniform right?" You ask.

Yuhuza looks up and smiles. "Yep, that's the one. Cool right?" As you're examining the jacket, Yuhuza sits there and thinks for a little. "I have an idea. You should put on the jacket and go show him how big it looks on you. It'll be funny!" She says with a laugh

You look up at her with a giggle. "You're right, this is going to be hilarious!" She helps you get the jacket on and the two of you head outside. "Babe, look!" You shout.

Hakkai turns around and sees you in the jacket. "What's going on?" Taiju asks as he comes out of the trailer. He sees you too and starts laughing.

"Babe you look great!" Hakkai says while laughing himself. He hops off the trailer and walks over to you. "My jacket looks so big on you huh. It basically swallows your whole body" He comments

"Well duh, you were a freak of nature being that tall at your age." Taiju comments, ironically.

"So how do I look?" You ask while giving him a twirl.

Hakkai sits there and thinks for a moment. "Well you look like you're wearing a dress. And you're too cute and tiny to look threatening in my old uniform." He says with a laugh.

You respond with a playful eye roll, "Well I'm sorry I'm not a beanpole like you." Yuhuza and Taiju laugh at the comment.

Hakkai wraps an arm around you, "Well this beanpole loves you very much and thinks you look very cute." He says as he plants a kiss on your head.

Kazutora

Your boyfriend is sorting through some clothes to give away when he comes across a bag. He opens it and finds his old gang uniform from his youth. Quickly, he gets up and runs out of the room to go show you what he found.

You're in the kitchen eating something when you see Kazutora run up to you excitedly. "Hun look what I found!" He says as he shows you a jacket. "My old uniform. Mitsuya made it for me back in the day. It has so many memories."

You walk over to him and examine the jacket. It's very well made and the embroidery is beautiful, you could tell Mitsuya definitely made this. "That's so cool babe, Mitsuya did a good job huh."

He responds with a bright smile. "Yep, I hold this very close to my heart." Kazutora pauses to think for a moment. "Hold on" he says. Kazutora swings the jacket over your shoulders and takes a step back so you could fit your arms through the sleeves. "Baby you look so cute. It fits almost perfectly." The jacket was from when he was a lot younger so since it's a bit smaller, it doesn't fit you too big "You look perfect." He says with a smile as he walks over to hug you

"You really think so? I didn't think a gang uniform would suit me like this." You say with a giggle.

"Nope, it does." Kazutora says. "We'd make such a great duo." He adds with a smile. "We'd ride on our motorcycles and be all kinds of badass, especially you."

You look up at him. "Wouldn't it be dangerous though?"

He places his chin on your head. "Nope, it wouldn't. You'd have your boyfriend here to make sure you're safe." He says, then plants a kiss on your head.

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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Out of The Woods

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 4

"They loved each other recklessly"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even when you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,754

Warnings: some angst and fluff, some shade was thrown, mentions of violence.

A/N: this is one of my favourite songs ever. Again, I suggest listening to the song which I linked both on Spotify and YouTube right below. As always you can always ask to be added to the taglist!

A/N: the dividers were made by the lovely @chrissquares! Thank you @nacho-bucky for beta reading this!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It's been a while since you felt this way.

Even back then, it was rare that you woke up before him, but you always relished it. You could feel all of him, the comforting weight of him almost lulled you back to sleep. With his chest pressed against your back, and arm curled around you, it felt as if he was enveloping all of you. You didn't mind that. It was weird how easily you fell back into old patterns, but how could you not? The only time you ever felt this good was with him, you never knew this kind of thing exists before him, and you never saw it again after him. But here it was again.

You couldn't bring yourself to care that it won't last, not with the way he felt next to you.

Certainly not with the small feather like kisses you now felt being pressed against your neck, spreading goose bumps in their wake.

"What's on your mind, love?" you loved hearing his voice in the morning.

"Do you think it'll all be worth it?"

"We will find out with time." He made you believe that, he knew the effect he had on you.

He felt colder against you than you remembered, he was different.

"They won't like this, you know."

"Since when do you care about what other people think?" he lifted himself onto an elbow to look at you.

You were different too.

"I have a family now. So many things have changed, Loki." His hair was softer now, you smiled as you racked your fingers through his messy hair, it was your fault after all. "You changed too."

A lot has happened after he left you, he was grateful that he decided to leave you, it was the right thing to do even if it hurt you.

"I did, I suppose."

"I mean, after you- you left it was a good few years and then I saw you on TV in the battle of New York, and next thing I know you are here in the tower with me."

"Yes, a lot has happened." He dosed off in thought.

"What?"

"Nothing, darling, we should get up." He met your lips in a short kiss, smiling down at you.

"Fine, let's go." You grabbed the sheets and pulled it against you, searching for your clothes. You pulled yourself up from the bed when you didn't see find your shirt which you changed to last night, at least that was before your second round. "Hey Loki did you see my-"

Turning around he looked at you with a smirk, already dressed in new clothes. You totally forgot about his magic, he always did it.

"Panties? They are right here, but I'm afraid they are quite ruined." You wished you could wipe that smirk off his face.

"I was looking for my shirt, you asshole." He just held up his other hand and you grabbed your shirt, turning to go to your closet.

You missed him so much.

"Then you have to fold it again- no Loki," you giggled when you watched him try to copy your movements on this lazy afternoon you shared with him. "Fold it to the other side, the airplane needs to be identical on both sides so it could fly." Loki glared at you and you tried and failed to stop your giggles. But when you weren't looking at him, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"I don't know why you call this paper thing an airplane, it doesn't look like those machines you showed me pictures of." He looked at your perfectly crafted paper and scoffed when he saw his.

"Because these paper airplanes can fly, look" you waited for him to finish his one before throwing yours. He watched your proud expression when it flew around for a couple of seconds before it fell on the floor and you went to fetch it. "Try to do it with yours."

Loki concentrated with furrowed eyebrows as he copied your movements and watched as his work flew for a second before it crash landed on your couch.

"That was great!"

"That was pathetic!"

"We can try again." You fixed his airplane and gave it to him.

"Or, we can do this my way." He smiled at you mischievously and told you to throw it at three."

"One, two, three!" when you released your plane, your watched in wonder as Loki worked his magic on it. Your two paper airplanes were flying throughout the living room together. You caught him staring at you when you looked back at him. Smiling, you leaned over the table to connect his lips to yours in a short kiss. "Isn't my way much better?"

You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, so you brought him in for another kiss as the paper airplanes kept flying around the room.

•

"You can tell yourself whatever you want Tony, you are not a good cook." you coughed at the smoke that filled up the kitchen. Natasha was fanning herself with a towel.

"Well at least I am trying to cook! I was going to make something nice for our Asgardian guests." You almost laughed at him pointing a pan at Natasha with an apron on, but that comment died on your throat. "Where did you disappear to last night?"

"What?" you stood next to the open window, getting some fresh air.

"One minute you were with me and the next you walked away and disappeared. Wait-" she paused and tilted her head. "Did you go home with someone?"

Sam whistled from the door.

"Y/N go get some!" he raised a hand to high five you but you only glared at him.

"I got tired of the party, so what if I did?"

"That guy from IT who has a crush on you will be very disappointed."

"Who the hell has a crush on me?" with the smoke out you finally got your eggs and toast for breakfast, snatching the one that wasn't burnt.

"Mike? You know that guy who was talking to you last night?"

"What? No way, he was just making conversation and he was talking to you too." You scrunched your nose.

"Are you doubting my spy skills?"

"Yep, but either way it's not my fault if he's upset it's his problem." You shrugged, biting into your food.

"So you actually were with a guy." You looked up mid bite.

"You bitch."

"Language, the captain is here."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, Steve."

"Y/N met a guy."

"You what now?" he crossed his arms and looked at you. "Who is he?"

"No one, can we just move on? We have a briefing soon with the asgardians you're making so-called food for, so just eat up and shut up."

Natasha only shrugged at Steve's raised eyebrow.

•

"Brother, where did you go to last night? I found Tony but I couldn't find you after we split up." Thor spoke to his brother as they walked through the corridors of the Avengers Tower.

"I went to the lab, parties are not my thing, neither are your midgardian friends." Thor shook his head.

"They are really nice Loki, especially Y/N." Loki faltered in his step at her mention. It did not go unnoticed by Thor.

"Why are you so insisted on talking about her? I told you already that we are not-"

"Loki, despite everything that happened I still know you, just a little bit." He put a hand on Loki's shoulder, stopping in the middle of the hall. "I just want to tell you to be careful with her. Her friends here, and especially Steve- he will not react to it well."

"So I should just bow down to that?" Loki looked up at Thor, anger flashed in his eyes.

Shrugging Thor's hand off, he went into the room where the avenger's were sitting around a table. In the front stood Tony, waiting for the two asgardians to arrive, while he snacked.

And then Loki saw you, you sat right at the head of the table just across from him, catching his eye and then looking down when you started to feel your face heat up. Wanda smiled slightly beside you.

"Okay, now that we are all here, tell them what you started telling me yesterday. Thanks for not showing up Horny head, Thor couldn't tell me everything without you."

Thor chuckled and held Loki back.

"There were weapons that were stolen from the Asgard royal vaults. We still don't know how they managed to get to Asgard or even get into the vaults in the palace. Loki knows more about what was stolen, go ahead brother."

"Very well, the weapons that were stolen are very ancient and very dangerous. One of them is Laevateinn, my old wand-"

"You had a wand?" Pietro laughed from the corner, you kept your wide eyes on Loki. He told you about it several times and this wasn't good.

"What else was stolen?" you leaned forward now, but Loki had a hard time meeting your gaze as he looked back at Thor as if they had a silent conversation. "Loki?"

Steve turned his head to you, surprised at your tone. He was even more surprised when Loki met your eyes and kept them on you as he obeyed your request.

"It's called the Skofnung."

•

It has been an hour, and it was safe to say that everyone in the room was on their toes, tense.

"You said you kept an enchantment on it! You said you hid it, how the hell did they get to your wand?" you were standing up, yelling at Loki in frustration.

"I did do that! But after I was away for a long time, the spell around it weakened and my stupid father thought it would be safer to put it in the vaults alongside all the other things!" he countered back.

"Hey Loki, do not talk about our father like that."

"Oh come on Thor, he is stupid don't deny it." You were so frustrated that you didn't even care anymore, you could feel Steve's gaze burning into your skin as he stood beside you.

"And how would you know that?" he asked you then, and before you could think you replied on instinct.

"Because he always treated Loki like a-" you realized your mistake when you saw a shift in his eyes, and the room went quiet as the spies and geniuses caught on.

You hated that between all the anger in his eyes, you saw betrayal there too.

Loki leaned against the wall and watched the scene in front of him unraveling.

"So, it's him? Is that why you weren't telling us anything?" Steve got angrier by the second and you didn't dare look around to see the others' responses. "You two were-"

"Okay, Steve calm down now." You were thankful for Wanda but Steve only shot her down.

"No, I want to hear what she has to say. Did you lie to us about anything else?"

"I didn't lie to you Steve! I was just trying to-"

"No but you did lie to me, you are involved with the psychotic guy who terrorized earth!" he pointed to Loki then, but you knew that if you looked at Loki you'll break down.

"Steve, maybe we should slow down from the accusations." Sam put a hand on his shoulder but he didn't let down.

"Yes, Steve I was with him, and I didn't tell you because I was scared of this exact reaction! This is what I tried to prevent!"

Loki was ready to fight the captain for making you feel this way.

"You can't be with him Y/N! He is not good for you! You don't know all of the things that he did!"

"Captain, if you have any anger let it out on me, not her." Loki spoke up and walked forward in the room.

"Oh I assure you, I will." He sent daggers at Loki before looking back at you, at this point your eyes were teary. "Y/N you will stay away from him."

"Enough!" your eyes flashed at him and the room glowed in purple before it all went quiet. Wanda looked at her friends' dazed eyes and she was about to go to you when Bucky beat her do it.

"Doll, you can't keep him like this forever, he will still fight. We both know that." He and Wanda moved through their friends to get to you as you went to the door.

"Darling what did you do?" he stopped you when you grabbed him to go away.

"I just needed it to stop." You turned to Bucky and Wanda. "They are fine, I just sent them to calm down, it'll wear off once I'm up in my room. Please just calm them down, I can't bear him being mad at me."

They nodded at you. After that you grabbed Loki and left to go up to your room. It was silent.

"You shouldn't have done that." Loki looked down at you with concern.

"He didn't stop. Do you see now why I didn't want them to know?" you crossed your arms, but your demeanor soon fell and he was ready for you when you rested your head on his chest.

"I understand. I didn't realize you were that close."

"They are my family Loki, I may didn't have one when we were together but now I do," you looked up at him. "And I care about them."

Loki locked the door to your room in a green flash when you went inside.

"Come lie with me?"

"It's midday my darling." You only hummed in response and got on the bed. With the begging look you gave him he had to oblige.

Getting in the bed, you laid your head on his chest and he traced invisible patterns on your exposed skin. His other hand playing with your hair, he couldn't help but drift off into his memories.

•

"Do you want me to go punch him? You know I would." He kept silent and just took your hand until you got on the bed with him. "Or maybe I could go your style and stab him. Lightly."

"I just want to forget about that." You nodded and laid back. You let him lay his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, as if you could protect him from the world. "He is my dad too, I don't understand why he always listens to Thor and not me."

"As I said, I'd gladly punch him for you. I don't care if he is a king."

"Thor's coronation will arrive soon enough. I don't think he'll ever realize that I could be king too." You had to hold back your anger at his so called family, you had to hold it back because now all he needed was a warm place, which he always found with you. He stayed quiet, playing gently with the necklace hanging from your neck, which he gave you all those months ago.

If he could, he'd stay here with you until the end of eternity. He would stay home.

"Rest now, my love, I'll be here when you wake up."

•

You woke up to Loki. He turned his head to you and gave you a light kiss to the crown of your head.

"How long was I asleep?" you stretched a bit before falling back onto Loki.

He was still here.

"About an hour, do you want me to get you some food?"

"No." you shook your head at him, he was scared of the glint in your eye. "I'll go get it myself."

"Darling, do not ignite this fire for nothing." He knew it was futile, once you set your mind on something there was nothing to do.

"I don't care, they'll deal with it. I need you now. I tried to do it quietly but they just won't listen so I'm just going to do it like you would. A big 'fuck you' to them."

"Maybe consider at least-"

"We both know I am stubborn, so you are going to come with me and we are going to get food." He remembered you being feisty but not to this level, you grabbed his arm and walked out of the door.

It could be over a week from now, but right now you just needed him with you, and they needed to realize that.

"Well then, let's do this properly." Loki smirked when he stopped you, and you matched him when he put his arms around you, and in the next second you were just outside of the kitchen.

The Avengers in the living room stilled at your sudden appearance. Steve was nowhere in sight, neither was Bucky.

"I'm going to get us food, stay here." You gave him a playful peck on the lips and went to the kitchen.

Natasha joined you a moment after.

"What are you doing?" she leaned on the wall when you pulled out some leftover pizza.

"Heating up some pizza, do you want some?"

"You know that's not what I asked," you turned your back to her, walking to the microwave. "Why him? He is not-"

"How would you know if he is not right for me? You don't know me, or him." You turned back to her, furious. You were surprised to see the momentary offended look in her eyes.

"Do you know him? He changed. There are things that you don't know, that we do."

"I know him better than all of you, even better than Thor. I know enough about him to know who he is and who he is not." Scoffing, you got out the slices of pizza.

"It's been a while since you saw him last, and by the looks of it he hurt you pretty badly, a lot has changed for both him and you."

"Do you really think I don't know that?"

"I'm just saying, Y/N, how do you know he won't hurt you again?" you took the plates to the table.

"I don't."

"I'm just looking out for you. So does he."

She didn't have to specify, you had no clue what you were going to do with him.

"You are practically a mini Steve at times, always so stubborn." She left you at that.

Loki was outside of the kitchen, just around the corner in the common room he stood with a sly smirk when some of the Avengers were in edge when he sat.

He decided to use the opportunity to study them, when one caught his eye. The scarlet witch. He hadn't met her before, yet she seemed to have a certain connection to you, she was unaffected by the commotion earlier that day.

She returned his gaze and he was suddenly affected by a weird daze. She was in his mind.

Raising a brow at her, he let her try to find something, he was stronger. He felt something crack in his mind and he could see it clear as day.

Thor and his friends were talking in the bar, drinking as usual, when he felt an urge to go back to your arms, longing to just sit with you and watch one of those silly shows you love so much.

He quickly excused himself and as fast as he could, he evaded all the eyes so he could get to Midgard the fastest.

He stood in the middle of your living room, not wanting to scare you (again). It took him a second to get his bearing when he realized the scene in front of him. Two men in dark outfits were there, when they turned he knew they were no ordinary men. And they were clearly not wanted here.

On instinct and fear he pulled out two daggers and stabbed them both in the necks before they could retaliate. When he was sure they were down, he sent them somewhere far away. His eyes frantically looked around for you. Only then when it was silent he could hear your short breaths and whimpers.

"Y/N? My love?" he went towards the bathroom which was locked, not missing a beat he got inside and saw you crying and scared on the corner, holding a hair straightener as a weapon.

"Loki?" you lowered the weapon and Loki crouched down beside you, taking your shaking body in his arms.

"Oh my love, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here." He held you close as you let out sobs until you calmed down and your breathing went back to normal.

"I heard voices and I hid here but I didn't have my phone with me, I forgot it. They would've found me and I couldn't call for anyone, Loki." He only hushed down your panicked voice.

"I promise no harm will ever come to you when you have me, I'll always be here." He picked you up and took you to bed, spreading endless kisses all over your face.

You were curled on top of him until you fell asleep safe and sound. Once Loki was sure you were sleeping, he started chanting. He was going to make sure you were protected when he wasn't around. He put up wards around your apartment with the oldest and strongest spell he knew. By the end of it he was tired, but it was all worth it for you. Anything was worth it.

He had never felt such fear.

It was hard to keep his strong demeanor up after the triggered memory. Looking at the witch all he saw was a surprised look, he had clearly underestimated her abilities. It won't happen again.

He heard your footsteps and was eager to get out and away from the witch when the elevator doors opened and there the Captain stood, alongside the Sergeant and the Falcon.

The blue eyes were trained on him. Then they moved to a figure behind him.

The falcon put a hand on his shoulder. Steve let out a chuckle when Loki went up and stood next to you.

"The literal cold blooded killer? Are you sure about your choice here, kid?" his jaw was set, but his eyes showed more.

"He's here to help you. And yes." You took Loki's hand and kept contact with Steve.

You barely heard Bucky mutter under his breath.

"Aren't everyone in this room killers, Captain?" Loki challenged.

"Some of us have an actual reason, not an excuse." He countered.

"Steve, maybe we should let it go for now" Bucky whispered to Steve and the two of you walked back to the kitchen for your ready meal. Said meal being pizza.

"An excuse," you scoffed. "You did something bad yes, but you're not making excuses for it, you don't have an excuse for it you are just redeeming yourself and getting better. You are just setting things right."

You whispered the last part, but it didn't matter because you drifted off into your head, not noticing Loki's quiet demeanor.

•

That night, Loki lay with you in your bed wide awake as you drifted asleep next to him.

The events of the day stuck to him, the memory lingered in his mind as if it happened just mere hours ago, the strike of fear. He did not think about that day often, but he knew exactly where the witch took it from.

He stood in the middle of your apartment; you still weren't home, so he decided to walk around the place that held so many memories of him and you. The first time you invited him over; your first kiss; the first time he told you about his powers; the first I love you. But to every first time there is also a last.

He hid the numerous cuts he had. You'd probably fuss about how he would need 20 stitches before taking care of him.

It was well into the night now here on Midgard when you walked through the door. A big smile adorned your face when you saw Loki. Putting your bags down, you quickly locked the door and ran up to hug him. He held himself back from the itch to hold you and hug you. You pulled back then, looking at Loki who had a stoic look in his eyes.

"Loki, what's wrong?" the longer he looked at you, the more it started to hurt him. You weakened him.

"I'm going back to Asgard. And I will not come back to Midgard." You stepped away. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other clutched the necklace on your neck. He felt the tears brimming in his eyes at your hurt look. He could hide his tears, he knew you couldn't hide yours, but he had to go through with this.

"What? Loki, what do you mean?"

It was a hard talk. Both of you were hurt but only one showed it.

He had to do this. He had to be the one to walk out and set you free.

•

You woke up with a gasp, taking in your surroundings you were glad to see Loki was still asleep. Getting up, you decided to get some fresh air and went up to the roof.

The cold breeze hit the bare skin of your arms and suddenly you regretted not having taken a blanket with you. The city looked so calm when you looked at this from this height, so clean and collected. Then again, you knew it was because of the height, everything was uglier up close.

Leaning in on the railway, you looked out and tried to clear your mind.

"Cold?" you turned around surprised to find Steve there, getting up from where he sat.

"Were you there the whole time?" he nodded to you and you didn't complain when he put on you his big sweatshirt. You certainly didn't complain about the warmness it brought you.

You kept staring forward when he leaned on the railway next to you.

"You know I'm more stubborn than you, right?" you scoffed at that.

"No you're not!"

"Ask Bucky, he will tell you."

"Bucky knows I am just as stubborn as you." He shook his head fondly at you, then his face fell a bit when he looked at you.

"What are you doing, kid?" Steve turned to look at you. "He is bad news, you are smarter than that."

"I am smarter than that, I am smarter than to judge someone you don't know. I know Loki better than all of you do!" you turned to him, crossing your arms, still holding the sweatshirt close to you.

"How do you know him that way? You said you haven't seen him in years. Maybe he wasn't a mass murderer back then but he is now." You could tell he was getting angrier trying to get you to understand him. People kept saying that you are Steve's daughter, so you are not one to back down.

"He did bad things yes but he changed, now he is here to help us and fix things!" you stomped your foot in the ground.

"He is here because of the Asgardian weapons, he is not here for you Y/N! wake up, he will only hurt you!"

"He is still here, with me!" you felt the angry tears brimming.

"How can you still love him? That creature that he is!"

"Don't call him that!"

"But he-"

"No! you can't judge me for loving him!"

"It's wrong Y/N, he is not good for you, I won't allow it." He yelled again in his captain voice and you have had enough. Apparently he did too.

"Steve you can't judge me!" he was walking away from you and from the conversation before you yelled at him and he faltered. "You only knew Peggy for a short period of time and yet you still felt so much for her even when you weren't together. And even after you woke up and managed to find her! I knew Loki for way longer than that and I loved him for more, so you can't blame me for still loving him today and going back to him!"

The heat of the moment didn't let you apologize for what you said, but when he walked out of your view only then did you realize what you said and you wished you could take it back.

You didn't want to hurt him like this.

•

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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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67 from the kiss prompt list?

hello anon! this was a popular request this round.

cake: when one stops the kiss to whisper "I'm sorry, are you sure you-" and they answer by kissing them more

Calum feels like he wanders the entire house before he finds Luke. He knows that the person you're looking for is always in the last place you check, because after that there's no reason to look anywhere else, but he pokes his head into the studio, their bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom before he finally ends up in the living room, drawn there by the sound of the television. He spots Luke's blonde head over the top of the couch, and a few steps into the room reveals Luke sprawled out in a sunspot with the footrest kicked up, socked feet hanging over the end and sweats pushed halfway up his calves.

He's wearing two of the mismatched novelty socks that Ashton got him for his birthday, one which says Ex-squeeze me? with a picture of orange juice and one which says You're grate! with a cheese grater and a block of cheese. There's a hole in the bottom of the cheese one, and Calum has vowed to throw it away the next time he does laundry in an attempt to get Luke to participate in that particular chore more often.

"Hey," Calum says, stopping by the armrest and waiting for Luke to look up at him. He's left waiting for a few seconds before Luke can tear his eyes away from the screen, the hint of eyeliner still smudged her his eyes from their outing last night.

"Hey," Luke says. "Haven't seen you all day, it feels like."

"You were still asleep when I got up," he replies, sinking down onto the armrest. Luke immediately slides an arm around his waist, anchoring him there. Calum puts an arm around his shoulders, fitting them together with practiced ease. "What are you watching?"

"One of the Mission Impossibles," Luke says. "It was on tv. I don't think I've seen this one, though. I don't remember it."

Calum hums and watches Tom Cruise run around on screen. He's not sure if he's seen this one, either, but he's always been horrible at telling action movies apart.

"Want to do something else?" Calum says.

"Like what?" Luke asks, returning his attention to the movie. "It's a lazy day."

Calum shrugs. "I don't know. Something with me, maybe?"

"You can watch the movie with me. I think it's about halfway done."

Calum purses his lips.

"That means I missed the entire first half."

"What did you have in mind, then?" Luke asks.

"I still have to take Duke on his walk. You could come with," Calum offers. Luke wrinkles his nose. "We could play a board game." Luke shakes his head. "We could make out."

Luke finally faces him again, arching his eyebrows. He's been trying to figure out how to only arch one at a time, but it's not working so far. It's endearing and amusing to watch him practice in the mirror, though.

"You want to interrupt my movie so I'll make out with you? This is a riveting show, Calum. I'm fully invested in it."

"You don't even know which Mission Impossible it is!"

"Yes I do!" Luke protests. "It's--um, I think it's the newest one?"

Calum glances at the tv.

"No way, Tom Cruise doesn't look old enough."

"Either way, it's very interesting."

"More interesting than spending time with your boyfriend?" Calum pouts, running his fingers through the short curls at the back of Luke's neck. "Come on, you said it yourself. We've barely seen each other today."

He continues playing with Luke's hair, an underhand trick because he knows it turns Luke weak. Luke melts a little under his hand, but not enough to distract him from the movie.

"You can sit here with me," Luke says. "That's spending time."

"Not if you keep ignoring me for Tom Cruise," Calum says. "Honestly, baby, you're going to give me a complex."

The pet name is another underhand trick. Sure enough, Calum can feel Luke's resolve crumbling, especially when the movie hits a commercial and Luke turns to him again.

"I thought I was supposed to be the needy one," Luke asks, but he's smiling, not annoyed, preening under the attention.

"Take it as a compliment," Calum says. "I love you, Luke. I want to kiss your gorgeous face."

Compliments and love confessions, the last two tricks in his arsenal. If Luke stays firm after this, Calum is out of luck and will have to wait until the end of the movie for more attention, although he'll probably stay here and cuddle Luke during it anyway.

Thankfully, Luke simply smiles at him sweetly, blue eyes bright and crystal clear in the afternoon sunlight streaming through their window.

"Fine," he says. "One kiss to tide you over, okay?"

"Okay," Calum says, mirroring his smile. "One kiss" is an inside joke with them at this point, because unless it's a peck out the door they rarely stick to it. Kissing each other is simply too addicting.

Calum leans down, cupping Luke's cheek and bringing their lips together gently. Luke's skin is soft beneath his palm and warm from laying in the sun, his lips even softer against his. Luke grasps at Calum's shoulders, pulling him down a little more, and Calum has to shift so he doesn't fall onto him when Luke opens his mouth, warm tongue teasing the seam of Calum's lips. He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat and gratefully meets Luke step for step.

He pulls back once he runs out of breath, elongating the kiss as much as he can.

"Sorry," he teases, taking in Luke's glistening lips and mussed hair that he hadn't realized he'd threaded his fingers through. "Are you sure you--"

Luke doesn't let him finish, just rolls his eyes with another grin and pulls Calum down again. Calum lets himself fall, shifting to a more comfortable position on Luke's lap. Luke hums, the sound felt more than heard in this position, and slides his hands back to Calum's waist, one dipping under his shirt to map out the skin on his back. His hand is a comforting warmth against him, and Calum adjusts the angle so he can kiss Luke deeper, cupping the back of Luke's neck and swiping his thumb against the sensitive patch of skin right behind his ear.

He thinks that something explodes on the tv, but neither of them break the kiss to check. Luke tugs him impossibly closer and Calum hopes they get to keep kissing right through the end credits. Based on the way that Luke smiles into the kiss, he thinks he has the same idea.

#my writing #drabble #cake #yeah. idk man. decided to try some cake today

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Desperate situations call for desperate measures. #Writer Wednesday 21/04/21

Pairing: Dave York x F!reader

Summary: You're desperate, with nothing to lose you accept helping one of your friends in what looks to be a very dubious job and the man in charge intimidates you and owns every single one of your thoughts since you met him

Warnings: I mean is Murder daddy Dave 🤷‍♀️. Blood, violence, guns, swearing, descriptions of anxiety and panic and sexual innuendo. Nothing too graphic but let me know if I should note anything else, thanks

A/N: I blame my national public TV channel for broadcasting The Equalizer 2 a few weeks ago, now I have THOTS and reading many amazing Fanfics on this site it's making it worse. Another Pedro's character I'm fascinated by (and would gladly be railed by). This is my second piece for #Writer Wednesday thank you for this again @autumnleaves1991-blog 🤗 I’m super excited to read what everybody has prepared for this week. No beta’d, sorry for any misspelling and terrible grammar.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong.

Suddenly you’re walking with a pair of stupid high heels in a cold muddy path, there’s nothing but a few street lamps but this white fog surrounds the night like a thick cape blocking their light so you can see nothing, even the moon is invisible and above you there’s an only a dark immensity without stars.

Fuck, fuck, fuck you repeat trembling, this stupid silky dress and the thin shawl you wear doesn’t protect you for this freezing night. Stupid fucking dress, stupid fucking heels you mutter, your teeth chatter and you try to focus on the road and finding anything that could get you out of here without getting yourself killed. Your shoes appear to have heard your complaints when they snap and break and you almost fall down.

“FUCK!” you scream this time and instantly regretting it, you don’t know who could be listening. Now you can walk faster but the probability to lose one or a few of your toes is getting higher every minute that you expend walking barefoot through this dreadful place.

As an apparition, a miracle, you see a dim white light at the end of the road. You run, you could even smile if your face muscles were not frozen. You feel your tears forming warm trickles on your cheeks when you arrive to the phone booth. You haven’t use one in years, even thought they were extinct but now it is as if you had found God.

You open your small red velvet purse, so pathetically small that your phone couldn’t fit in it so you gave it to Tom, and now what? It’s inside his pocket, probably soaked in his blood. Soaked in blood of your dead friend. You stupid friend that got you into this situation on the first place.

“Whatever happens, if everything goes to shit, call this number” he had told you giving you a white card, a number and a name on it: Dave.

Your hands shake so much that you almost drop the card, but you place it on the small tray full of vulgar vocabulary and very graphic drawings inside the booth. You thank karma or whatever it’s up there that all your cards got cancelled last month and recently you relay on cash. A few quarters and cents, a few bills that you had stolen on your way to the club where you were supposed to do the jobwere all you had on your name now. And the rest, what you had saved, your clothes and the few luxuries you own; a book, an old picture and a plant, are gone, forever, they’re at Tom’s house and you know now that he’s dead and has botched the job you could never return to his home if you want to keep being alive. You stretch your fingers and take a deep breath before dropping the coins and dialing the number.

Please pick up, please pick up

You see the counter on the small screen eating your coins away. And you don’t have anything else

Please, please

“York”

his voice is deep, a slight tone of annoyance in it, logically because you’re calling at 2 AM

“Dave?”

“Yes, who’s this?” you shudder hearing him, you convince yourself it’s because you’re cold but you know it’s not. You’re thinking of the man that owns this velvety voice: brown dark eyes piercing you as if you were made of paper and he could read every little corner and secret that you keep

“I’m Tom’s friend, he’s dead, and now I’m on the middle of nowhere and I need help, please” you plea, your last words sound more like a little girl whimpers

“I’m on my way” and he hangs up

You’re left there looking even more scared and confused. You recoil to the small protection of the booth waiting for that man. That man that lurks in your dreams, that scares you and intrigues you and that has occupied every thought since you met him.

A week ago

“So, explain to me again, what are we doing?”

“You need the money or not?” Tom stops and confronts you in the middle of the road

“I need it, of course, but I want to know what I’m getting myself into before ending up dead or in jail” you say not moving until he is a little clearer

“We’re meeting with one of my boss’ men and he will give us something to hand to someone else in a place and a time they had accorded. And that’s it. You and I get paid and everybody’s happy” he says with a desperate smile “C’mon” he approaches you and squeeze gently your arms, he even bends a little to meet your gaze “you know I have many friends and I have proposed this to you, only you, haven’t I? Cos I trust you” he adds

“Because I’m fucking broke, Tom. The rest of your friends wouldn’t be as desperate as me” You blurt

“Okay, let’s meet him and if it doesn’t convince you, I’ll do it alone. C’mon, let’s not be late, he would not like that”

You nod reluctantly. You hope this dude would pay for lunch, you’re starving, you had some instant noodles last night and today your breakfast was the crumbs of cereals that Tom had left because he was too lazy to throw away the box.

The restaurant is clearly not made for people like you and Tom, the employees look at you up and down but when they’re about to kick you out, a big man approaches them and he guides you to a part of the local that is quite with a warm and intimate light. There’re a few tables but they’re all empty, the last one is occupied by a well-dressed man that looks at the both of you intently.

Your first thought is that he doesn’t look as you had expected. You were sure that Tom was involved with drug dealers and whatever the job entitled was about drugs, weapons or both. He looks like a middle-age business man, or a public agent. He wears a tailored dark gray suit, an elegant wool coat and he’s clean shaven, elegant shoes, expensive, you think. God, make him be nice enough so he pays for lunch

When you face him, although you stay behind Tom, your theories about the man crumble. His eyes, those dark brown orbs, are fixed at Tom and his defined jaw clenches, in a second his eyes are on you and you can’t stand his gaze much longer.

“Hi, Dave, I didn’t know I would be seeing you, I thought I’d be meeting Resnik as usual” Tom voice is high and shaky, so it confirms your thoughts; the man is dangerous even if he doesn’t look like it

“This is important, and you came accompanied” he tilts his head to you

“I thought this was a job for two” Tom takes a sit in front of him and Dave leans on his seat stretching his shoulders, he’s broad, strong, how did you think this man was no threat at all?

“You thought” he smirks and you freeze on your feet, is it too late to run away? “And what’s your name?”

You tell him, your voice sounds pathetic, a little too squeaky. He smiles and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and suddenly every coherent thought that you could think is out of the window.

“Please take a sit” Dave appears to be a little bit more relax now, he crosses his hands over the table and smiles to the two of you “So why do you think you could be of service?”

“Well, it’s a club, a guy alone is usually a creep but if we go together we’re a couple, and they wouldn’t look at me if I’m with her” he chuckles and points at you

You open your mouth about to insult Tom and seeing that his intentions could be way more different that you thought. You’re not doing that kind of job

“Yeah” Dave agrees and looks at you up and down, he doesn’t avert his eyes when you look at him with you eyebrow raised. He’s not ashamed, he’s checking you out and he wants you to know it “It’s actually not a bad plan”

“I’m sorry, but whatis the plan?” you interrupt

“It’s simple, you and your boyfriend...”

“He’s not my boyfriend” you clarify

“Right” he seems to think about that for a few seconds, before he resumes the conversation “You two go to this club, there, you’ll meet the contact and you’ll give them this” he raises his hand and the big man that had previously taken you to the table gives him a black briefcase “There’re two things that are extremely important” He pushes the case towards you “one, you cannot open it and see what’s inside, I’ll know if you do. Two, whatever happens you must acquire the envelope that the contact would give to you in exchange for this”

“Consider it done, Dave” Tom reaches for the man and gently taps on his arm. You watches as the man tenses when he’s touched and if looks could kill...Tom would be dead on the ground in this very second

“I’m sorry, can I ask you a question?” you raise your hand and the tense moment passes when Dave looks at you and he’s smiling, actually a very warm smile

“Of course”

“You said whatever happens, what could happen? Who are we meeting?” you ask, Tom opens widely his eyes and kicks you under the table

“Don’t worry Tom, they are actually pretty good questions” when he switches his eyes to Tom, he’s back to that opaque stare that makes you tremble “I’m not going to lie to you, sweetheart” he sighs, the endearing term has made your belly turn and it’s not hunger, at least not the food type “this people are dangerous, and they could try to trick you into changing the terms of the agreement, or ask questions about me or any other thing, and you must stay put and seal the deal fast and easy. Don’t do anything stupid”

“Right... what’s inside the case?” you ask again, you try really hard not to avert your eyes, he has his eyes fixed on you, his gaze goes from your eyes to your lips and you squirm on your seat.

“I cannot tell you that” he shakes his head “but it’s something valuable, you have to be very careful with it”

“If we are caught by the police with that” you point to the briefcase “are we gonna be in trouble?”

He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest; you cannot prevent your eyes from admiring how the fabric of his clothes tenses around his muscles.

“You don’t have to worry about the police” he assures

“I feel you’re telling us not to worry about many things and I think it’s on the contrary we have too many things to worry about...with all due respect” you add, Tom kicks you harder this time and giggles nervously

“It’s your first time, it’s natural! I’ve done a few times, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be with me! right, Dave?” Tom slaps him on his shoulder again playfully and the man flinches and has a menacing look if you do it one more time, asshole, we’re going to die right here right now you think

“Right” he answers “Tom, why don’t you go with Kovac to the car you’ll use for the job, there you’ll have the phones and everything you’ll need to complete the mission” he says eventually. The big man, Kovac, approaches the table and stands besides Tom until he gets up to follow him.

You stand up too, thinking that the lunch is over.

“Stay, please” Dave grabs your wrist softly and you gasp when you feel his warm touch

“I-I” you stutter

“Don’t you want to eat anything? I sense you have more questions” he doesn’t let go of your hand, he brushes his fingers softly where you skin is thinner and you feel your pulse rushing, surely he does too

“Yes...I mean I could eat something” you sit, the rumbling on your belly confirms your hunger

“Order anything you want” he stands up and raises a hand towards a waitress. She rushes to the table with the menus while Dave takes off his coat and jacket, he raises his sleeves carefully and you are not aware that you’ve been staring at him the whole time with eyes wide open and lips partially parted, you’re completely dumb by his presence. He’s tall, strong and broad and you can’t smell his cologne and his aftershave from there and all you can think is coming closer to him and tasting his neck.

You look down the menu suddenly when you find that Dave has caught you admiring him and is smiling slyly at you.

“Anything you like?” he asks

“Yeah...I’d like...” you read as fast as you can trying to find something, the prices are ridiculous “the salad” you answer

“You can order anything, sweetheart” the term makes you skin tingle again, he’s voice is actually sweet and his smile docile this time when he sits again facing you

The waitress comes back and asks for your order but it’s smiling widely to Dave.

“So what you would like to order, sir?”

“We’re both getting the prime steak” he answers and you blush, of course you’d like to eat that but it’s so freaking expensive you didn’t even think about that

“Fries or roasted vegetables?” she taps on the screen

“Both” yes, you cheer inside your head, you’re going to eat properly for the first time in months

You actually don’t care about the job or Dave or anything when the plate arrives, and certainly you have forgotten about your friend, it’s been long enough but the scent of the meat makes your mouth water. You have forgotten your manners too; you attack the steak as if you were a caveman. The pleasure of the first bite makes you moan and wiggle or your seat.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Dave comments and you’re suddenly aware of where you are and with whom, he has an amused look

“Thank you” you say with your mouth full

“It’s nothing”

“I looked that hungry, huh? that’s why you ordered this?”

“Yes, you seemed to need a bit of protein. Protein makes you brain function properly and I need you sharp and quick if you’re going to work for me” he says picking from his plate

“You think I will work for you, I mean for longer than just this one job?” you scoff, you’re desperate, but you want to keep on the good track, find a proper job, a small apartment and stay out of trouble

“You don’t want to? I think you need the job” he licks his lips and you are again looking longer than you should

“Yes, but I need a proper job, a salary each month a conventional one. No offence”

“None taken. So you’re not like your friend”

“No, I guess I’m not. I’m just in a rough patch. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures” You shrug

“Hmm” he hums “I’m glad I can help you out of it then” he adds

“Yes, thank you. Though I’m still thinking that it could get me more trouble than I already have” you counter

“No if you’re smart and I think you’re a pretty smart girl”

“You’ve just met me”

“I’m good at reading people, part of the job” he shrugs

“So I’m a hungry desperate smart girl. Seems accurate”

“Pretty” he completes

“What?” you ask thinking you had heard him wrong

“I said you’re a hungry―I hope not anymore― desperate, pretty comma smart girl. Pretty as an adjective” he clarifies

You blush and look at him opening and closing your mouth searching for words

In that moment, Kovac and Tom arrive. The large man nods to Dave, and Tom looks at you and your half empty plate with a confused look.

“I have to go, but please, sit and finish your dish, you can order whatever you want too, Tom. Everything is on me. You don’t have to worry” Dave stands up and puts his jacket and coat back. You think you see a little bit of disappointment on his face. He reaches his hand to you, you drop the fork thinking that he wants to shake your hand but he brushes his thumb over your lower lip where a drop of the meat’s blood and sauce stains your chin.

“It’s been a pleasure” he says and then licks his thumb. He goes before you can answer and Tom is talking to you but you don’t listen.

All you could think was him, repeating that moment again and again in your mind.

“Are you listening?”

“Huh?”

“I told you about the car they gave us. It’s pretty cool”

You smile and focus on your plate, the juicy meat is delicious but all that passes through your brain is his lips. You bite and moan loudly.

Two hours before the phone booth call

The club is actually a house, a clandestine local in a remote place full of people playing poker and other types of game betting more money than you’ve ever seen. You and Tom arrive there holding hands, his left hand holding the briefcase. Tom had bought you your outfit, high heels that you don’t know how to walk with, a very revealing dress and the idiot forgot you hadn’t a proper coat to wear with this and here you are in the middle of winter with a shawl. Luckily the place is warm enough and you just suffered during the time you run to the entry from the parking.

The establishment smells like alcohol and cigars, its red velvet walls reminds you of the interior of a coffin and that image makes you shiver. You try not to look at anybody and focus on following Tom to the black armored door at the back. When you arrive he knocks twice before a small slot opens and a man asks for a password.

“Just like spy movies, huh?” Tom smiles and you would laugh but you’re terrified. Once that door closes behind you, there’s no way out

A large man dressed in black escort you through a red lighted aisle towards another armored door. This time he’s the one knocking twice, the slots opens and when a pair of eyes look through it you hear the locks being unlocked before they open it.

There’re ten people inside, chatting over a black table with some glasses on it. The conversation stops when you enter. Without a sign some of them are escorted out and only three men stay.

“Sit please, your girl can serve herself a drink” one man says, sitting at the center of the table. He’s dressed also in black, he’s blond hair sleek and shiny with hair gel “I guess you have something for me”

“Yes” Tom approaches the table and places the briefcase at the center. You do as you’ve been told and approach the bar full of different drinks. You’re too nervous to drink but you grab one of the empty glasses and pour some liquor in it. Your back is pressed against the sticky wood and you try to act casual.

The second man on the left takes it and opens it and shows it to the two other. There’s only one light in the room above the table and from here you can’t see much but it’s clear that the briefcase is full of money.

“Excellent. Did you know how much there is inside it?” the blond man ask Tom

“No” Tom seems relaxed, his arm leans on his chair and has his legs crossed

“There’s half a million here” he answers

“Wow!” Tom laughs

“For such a tiny thing” the man grabs something from his pocket and places a small white envelope on the table “Do you know what this is?”

“No”

And we don’t want to know you answer in your head Gosh Tom, let’s go

“Just an address. Somebody really valuable for your boss, look how much he’s paying. This poor fellow” he taps over the envelope “it’s nobody to me, that’s why I’m willing to trade this simple information knowing it will get him killed, but I have another deal for you, one that I’m really interested in”

Say no, no, we have to go now you clear your throat to get his attention but Tom ignores you

“You just have to let us track you to the place where you’ll meet your boss. And you can take the case back with you and I promise one similar to this one will find you once we kill your boss” he offers. Tom bites the inside of his cheek and hums

“Just track me?”

No, no, no you scream inside. You place the glass on the bar loudly but Tom is fixed with hungry eyes on the case.

“Let us install a simple tracking device to your car. And take this” he pushes the open briefcase “it’s yours”

Tom smiles and grabs it “Thank you”

“My colleague will accompany you to your car” the blonde man smiles back and the other man that reminded silent during the meeting gets up to follow Tom back to the car.

You walk to the table before they leave.

“I’m sorry, but he’ll need the envelope for the meeting. He cannot present himself empty handed, he will be dead before you could find his boss and they will make sure it’s the right one” you say shyly

“You��re a smart girl” the blond says “Here you are” he tends the paper and you force a smile.

You rush towards Tom and grab his hand. The man follows you a few meters away in silence. So you grab Tom by the waist and faking a smile whispers to his ear “What the fuck are you doing? Dave is going to kill us. You betrayed him”

“It’s a million dollars and they can take care of Dave for all I know he can die, he was paying a misery and I’m the one getting my ass in danger, don’t I?” he says back

“It’s better than being dead. And he’s going to kill us both and I did nothing, you betrayed me too”

“Calm down! I’m going to give you a part of this. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He has to raise his voice over the music once you arrive to public part of the club

“I didn’t want to die, I just want money to start again, not being involved in killing people and shit” you accused back

“Yeah right and it has nothing to do with you making eyes to Dave during lunch. Gosh, you’re pathetic. Shut up, take the money, and we will see each other never again” he pushes you from him clearly not caring to keep the being a couple front anymore.

When you arrive to the parking, Tom leaves the briefcase on the back seat. You stand a few meters away not knowing what to do. Tom is the only way out from here but you don’t want to participate in his treason.

“Open the driver’s door” the man says standing behind Tom

“Right away, brother”

Everything happens in an instant. You hear the gasp, the air leaving Tom’s body and his corpse hitting the ground more than the shot. Once the man raises the gun to you, you’re already running away.

You hear the bullets breaking the air and you run faster, tears running from your eyes but your bite your lips to prevent you from crying out loud knowing that he can hear you. Once your chest hurts and burns you stop, hidden in the tall grass you listen intently trying to know if he’s following you. And you wait. And you wait more.

You crouch down and you suddenly remember that you’re holding so hard to your purse and the little piece of paper that your hand hurts. You hold the envelope to your heart and sit on the cold mud because your legs cannot hold you any longer.

Present. Phone Booth

You think about the trip from town to this place and try to calculate how long it would take Dave to arrive. And it’s long and probably you’ll be dead before he comes even close. The men from the club must be looking for you. You’re a loose end, you know their faces and their place, everything. And you know Dave too. Shit.What are you going to tell him? Yes, Tom betrayed you but I didn’t. I actually didn’t want to do it, but did I prevent it? I couldn’t but what would he think? You’re a loose end for him too.

You know he runs shady business. And for all he knows you wanted to take the money as well and just was quicker on your feet so you ran away. He doesn’t know you; he knew Tom and he betrayed him. How could he trust you?

You need something, something to make him think you are true, that you didn’t betray him. And though you felt something in your little lunch together, he could just be playing with you or interested in a carnal way. God knows you had had very inappropriate thoughts about him too, but that doesn’t make you any less of a traitor. Pretty he said, pretty enough to be kept alive even though he doesn’t know if he can trust you? You don’t think so.

Whatever happens you must acquire the envelope he had said. So you open it. There’s a simple address on it:

8518 Rayburn Rd, Bethesda, MD 20817

So you expend the rest of the time repeating again and again. Until the pair of lights of the car appear through the fog. You hope it’s Dave and not the men from the club If it’s so I’ve expended my last moments alive memorizing a stupid address. Great.

The black car drives slowly until it’s a few meters away. You grab the paper and make a ball out of it and swallow it fast chewing hard. It’s horrible, raspy and muddy, but you know that throwing it wouldn’t do it as well as tear it apart. The paper needs to disappear; you must be indispensable to him.

You actually cry in relief when Dave calls your name and you run towards the lights. You actually don’t think your action but when you see his shape you run faster and hug him tightly. He’s warm and smells delicious as you noticed at the restaurant. He tenses at first but then he holds you back, gently patting your head and hushing you with calming noises.

“You’re alright, you’re safe now” you know it’s not actually true but in that second you enjoy it “Get in the car, you’re freezing” he caresses your arms up and down trying to warm you

When you get in the car, you feel as you have step inside the gates of heaven. It’s warm and cozy, the leather is the softest thing you have ever felt and everything smells like Dave. He gets in the driver’s seat and grabs something from the back: his wool coat and throws it over you and tucks you in it. He stays in silence for a few minutes and you feel yourself doze off when he speaks in a soft and low tone.

“So what happened?” he sighs and leans on his seat turning to you

“Tom was a fucking idiot” you spat and he grins “They offered him the money inside the briefcase for your location and promised him more money” you speak the truth, you know there’s no point in lying to him “He accepted and well, I didn’t know what to say, I tried to change his mind but it was too late”

“What happened to the envelope?” he asks

“I took it”

“Can you give it to me?” he reaches a hand and you see he’s wearing leather gloves, actually he’s completely dressed in black

“No” you say and you bite your lip

“You lost it?” he asks and you cannot read what’s going through his mind but his eyes are fixed on you, darker than you remembered

“No” you say

“You have to give it to me” he says and his voice gets lower, it should be menacing, it is, but you feel your lower belly twist

“I ate it” you answer

“You did what?” he looks surprise but you cannot tell if he’s mad or amused

“I remember the address” you take out one single finger from under the coat and point to your temple “I memorized it and ate it so you wouldn’t kill me”

Dave stays there in silence for a few minutes, and then smirks and chuckles

“Very good” he praises “You did very good” he reaches for you cheek and brushes his leather gloved hands tenderly “Good girl” his voice is low and deep and it makes you squirm under your cover, his coat, that smells just like him.

“You’re not going to kill me?” you murmur

“No, I cannot do it now, don’t I?” he smiles at you

“But what about when I tell you the address and you kill whoever lives there, what then?” you say, now that you’re warm enough you are aware of the mess you made of his car, mud stains everywhere, his coat is ruined “I’m a witness and now I know you’re about to kill somebody” you add

“You remember what I told you at the restaurant?” he asks and starts the car finally moving from this dreadful place

Yes, you called me sweetheart a couple of times and then called me pretty you want to answer

“I told you about working for me” he reminds you

“You want me to work for you?”

“Yes. I want it since I first met you, sweetheart” you actually surprise yourself once you feel that you’re smiling when he calls you that again

“You trust me? But Tom...”

“Tom was Tom, you are you. And I trust you to be smarter than he was. You have proved it to me, he failed the test he had to pass” you admire his strong big hands on the wheel and his straight posture that allows you to marvel at his features and his long neck

“What test?” you say after scolding yourself for looking at him like an idiot

“This test”

“This was a test? What?” you cry

“Not in the sense that it was prepared, of course. Those men were very much interested in me and my team, and I knew they were trying to get some of my men to turn. I have to test Tom before he entered the team for more complicated tasks, I had to know if he was ready, and he wasn’t”

“And why did you let me get in this?”

“That was his first mistake. Never ever” he points with his finger “tell another person about the job or try to get somebody on it without me asking first. I allowed it because I saw something in you. A hunger”

“Is that a joke?” you ask

“I guess” he smirks “but also true, you said it yourself ‘desperate situations call for desperate measures’ That was what got me on this kind of job on the first place. I liked you, I’d just hoped you were as smart as you looked and got out there alive. And you did”

“What if I don’t want it?” you mutter

“Hmm” he evaluates for a moment “Again, I hope you’re smarter than that and refuse the only chance you have. I mean, you have been evicted, all your accounts cancelled, you don’t have a family and the relatives that you still have you wouldn’t contact them even if you were dying, so, I’m the only thing you got, sweetheart”

“Did you investigate me?” you ask after a few quite minutes. He’s right, you know that

“Yes, I have to know everything if you’re going to be part of the team” he admits with a shrug

“I know nothing about you, or your team, how am I going to trust you?” you demur

“You will learn to trust me and the team once you’re trained” he explains

“Train? Who’s going to train me? and for what?”

“I’m going to train you. I’m going to train you until you’re what I want and what I need and in time; I think it will be a satisfying ending for both of us and this situation”

“What kind of job would I do?”

“Kill” he says simple and straightforward

You shiver at his words and hold tight to his coat. Do you really want to be an assassin? Do you have a choice?

He stops the car. You don’t have a house, you have nothing, only this, a dirty dress and a borrowed coat and the help of a man you’re sure could and would kill you without hesitation. And though, you have no choice there’s a side of you that’s dying to surrender to him, to let him make you what he wants. You desire to be his, you want to be what he wants, what he needs but not as his associate, not exactly like that.

“So what do you say? Do you want to be mine?” you squirm on your seat.

“Yes”

#Writer Wednesday #Dave York x F!reader #Pedro Pascal #Dave York #The Equalizer 2 #Dave York x f!reader #Dave York x you #Pedro Pascal characters #Pedro Pascal fanfiction #The Equalizer 2 fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Dave York fanfic

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lyspersona · 4 years

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Dad; BTS x Daughter; reader

Word count:17k words {1721 words}

Genre: Fluff

Reaction: Them doing your hair

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Jin(5 years old)

Jin was having an important ceremony today with the boys and had to attend it. But he didn't want to leave you here with a babysitter or family member so he decided to bring you. You guys were looking in a body length mirror that was placed in your room to see how you guys looked in your formal wear. As he looked at you he felt that there was something missing but he wasn't sure what. "Princess can you turn to look at me please?" He asked as you would nod your head 'yes' and present your small body in your formal outfit to him. "Do you like it daddy?" You would ask. " of course I do, but I feel like there's something missing princess what do you think?" He would say to you as he looked at you from head to toe. "Yeah daddy, I feel like I should have my hair styled nicely!" You would say as you wait for his reaction. "You are right my princess, come with me and sit in one of your little chairs so I can do your hair" as he would head to the bathroom and get all of your hair supplies before sitting on your bed where you had placed the chair.

-a couple minutes later-

Jin put all the hair supplies away before coming back to look at his hard work. "Looks amazing princess, you were right that's what was missing!" He would say with a smile on his face as he watched you stand in front of the mirror with a big smile on your face.

"Okay princess time to go, I just got a text from your uncle Yoongi saying that they were outside so let's go!" He would say with excitement as you both made your way out of the house.

Yoongi(6 years old)

Yoongi had a couple days off and was having fun spending it with you. Today you guys were having a lazy day, watching tv with ice cream and so many other snacks around. You guys were in the living like that from the morning, besides having all the snacks though. You guys were watching a tv show as you leaned into your fathers arms while hugged you loosely while still watching the show. Then one seen soon sparked your interest. In the show the dad was having a father and daughter day and was doing his daughter's hair while they joked around. "Daddy...?" You would say as you sat up and scooted up in your fathers lap. "Yes munchkin?" He asked as he looked down at me waiting for me to continue. "Can we do what the father and daughter are doing in the show pleasssseee?". He looked at the tv, back at you and then the tv again. "Okay...go get your hair supplies from your room and bring it here while I go get a bean bag for you" he would say as he watched you get up and run up the stairs with excitement. A couple minutes later after waiting for you to come back, he sees you making your way over with your arms full. Once situated, Yoongi starts taking something's from the bunch of supplies you brought with you. "Let's start doing days like this all the time okay munchkin?" He would say as he starts to part your hair down the middle. "Okay!"

Hoseok( 12 years old)

You were waiting for your dad and uncles to wake up. They were filming a episode in New Zealand for their bon voyage series. You are sitting at the table, in the mini van, eating cereal as you waited for your dad to wake up. You start to hear a groan and see uncle Namjoon waking up. "Y/n? Good morning are you waiting for your father to wake up?" He asked as he made his way out of the bed towards you. "Yeah I'm waiting for him so we can get this day started!" You said back. After a hour later your dad finally wakes up and makes his way towards you. "Hey piglet, how long have you been up" he asked as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Not long but I was waiting for you so we can get ready for the day" you answered back. "Okay let me go get ready somewhere else so you can get ready and get your hair supplies ready for me okay?" He would say as he sees you nod your head 'yes'.

-a couple of minutes later-

Hoseok comes back and sees you sitting in the same spot you were in when he left but in different clothes. "Okay let's start doing your hair piglet!" He would say with excitement. As he started to do the first braid Jungkook wakes up. "Hey Hobi hyung! I didn't know you were the one to do y/n's hair. I thought you took her to get it done". From that day on Hoseok was always up and ready to do your hair for the others to see his handy work.

Namjoon(9 years old)

You were watching your dad and uncles practice Black Swan in their practice room. You really wanted to try but didn't want to get in the way of their practice. You watched them practice for hours and hours until they finally took a fifthteen minute break. Your father comes over towards you, to see you holding his water bottle up to him to take. "Thanks sweetie" he says as he sits next to you. It became quiet between you two besides the voices in the background. "Daddy.." you called shyly. He looks over at you waiting for you to continue. "Can you ask uncle Hobi if he can teach me the dance to black swan?" You ask waiting patiently for his answer. "Sure let me go ask him" he would say as he walks over to Hoseok to ask. After a minute, he comes back over with a smile on his face. "Come over towards me and your uncle but first bring the brush from your book bag and a hair tie" he says as he walks away towards Hoseok in the middle of the dance studio. You grab what he tells you to grab and make your way over to the middle of the practice room. "Okay let's put your hair in a simple ponytail" Namjoon says has he grabs the brush and starts brushing your hair. "Whoa Namjoon I didn't think you did y/n's hair" Hoseok says with a bright smile. "Yeah I do but simple, only simple ones. Okay sweetie go ahead and have fun learning"

Jimin(7 years old)

Jimin was helping you get ready for your school talent show. You were in a play and was going to be the lead role. "Buttercup are you done getting ready I have to do your hair!" He yelled from his room. "Yeah I'm coming now Daddy!" You yelled back as you made your way to his room. You didn't see him in the bedroom so you went into his bathroom to see him setting up the hair supplies. "Okay Buttercup straighten or curled?" He asked. "Curled!" You say back excitedly. He plugs in the curlers and let's it warm up. "Okay let's make you look even more cute buttercup!" He says as he starts to do your hair.

Taehyung (9 years old)

Taehyung decided to have a daddy and daughter sleepover. He ordered lots of food and made a big foray in the living with your help. You did many activities, like video games, board games and even doing each other's makeup. Right now your both sitting in the fort wondering what you could do next as a fun activity. "How about drawing pictures or coloring" Taehyung suggested. "Hmmm...no my hand is still a little cramped from playing video games" you say back. Taehyung nods his head and you both start thinking of another thing to do. After a couple of minutes, Taehyung's face lights up and he gets up I leaves the room without telling you what he thought of. You sit there confused but still wait for him to come back. He finally comes back, but not empty handed. "Okay peanut, how about we do each other's hair! I brought bows and hair ties and clips to put in our hair" He says with excitement. "Okay but you do my hair first okay daddy?" You say with the same excitement and sit in front of your father as he starts to part and pin your hair with the clips and bows.

Jungkook(4 years old)

Jungkook was in his hotel room doing a vlive. You were in the back on your shared bed as you played with your stuff animals and toys. "My ladybug is in the back of me right now playing with her toys" Jungkook suddenly says after reading a question from someone on the vlive. "Yea she still aw-" Jungkook was caught off by a tug on his arm. He looks down at you with a smile on his face. "Yes ladybug what's wrong?" He asks you as he sees you standing there with some hair supplies in your hands. "Can you do my hair daddy..?" You ask shyly out of the camera frame. "Of course, get up here little one" he would say as he grabs you to place you on his lap. "Are you okay with me talking with Army?" He ask as he brushes his fingers through your hair. "Yeah that's okay daddy!" You say back with a smile on your face. "Okay well in that case what kind of hairstyle do you want ladybug?"

#bts jeon jungkook #bts yoongi #btsxarmy #bts suga #bts jimin #bts #bts army #bts reactions #bts taehyung #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts seokjin #bts jhope #bts hosoek #bts jungkook

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dukereviewsxtra · 4 years

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Geppetto

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Duke Reviews Look At Disney...

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Where If You've Been On The Duke Reviews Tumblr, You'll Know That I Just Reviewed Pinocchio And Since I Can't Review Everything Disney On The Duke Reviews Or Duke Reviews TV Tumblr (Though On Duke Reviews I'm Sure Going To Try)...

I May As Well Review The Stuff I Can't Review On Either One Of Those Tumblr's Here So On Today's Show We're Reviewing Geppetto...

When This Tv Film Came Out I Was Excited For It Because Unlike Other People Who Thought "Who Gives A Crap About Geppetto?" And Didn't Watch It I Actually Wondered If There Was More To The Character Than Just Kindly Wood-Carver Who Makes Toys And Wants A Kid...

Did I Get It? Let's Find Out As We Watch Geppetto...

Our Story Starts In The Village Of Villagio...

Which Despite How It Sounds Is Not A Sex Act...

Where The Children In Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker, Geppetto (Played By Drew Carey)...

And Let's Talk About This Really Quick So I Can Continue Talking About The Movie, I Don't Mind Drew Carey As Geppetto...

Sure, He's Not Old, Sure, He's Not Elderly, Sure, He Doesn't Pull Off An Italian Accent And Yes, He Is Miscast But He Does Have A Good Singing Voice And Carey Is Trying His Hardest With The Role So I Got To Give Him Credit...

Anyway, As I Was Saying The Children Of The Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker Geppetto Has Finished Making His New Toys That He Made After Gathering Wood Over The Summer...

Which Leads To The First Song Of The Movie, Toys...

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(Start At 0:42)

And For A Beginning Song It's Good But It Doesn't Really Pull You Into The Story Like A Musical Should But Drew Carey's Verses In It Are Pretty Good So I Guess I Can't Complain...

After The Last Of The Children Go Home, Geppetto Works On A Puppet Named Pinocchio Before Going Into Our Next Song Called An Empty Heart As He Gets Ready For Bed..,

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Sorry, There Was No Clip For It...

And Despite People Complaining That Because Drew Carey's Performance Has No Emotion The Song Has No Emotion, I Find That To Be Bullshit, Carey Does Well With The Song And I Honestly Like It...

But All Is Not Quiet In Geppetto's Workshop As The Blue Fairy (Played By Princess Atta) Drops By To Grant Geppetto's Wish Of Making Pinocchio A Real Boy...

However, Having Alot Of Questions, (And Why Wouldn't He) Pinocchio Keeps Geppetto Up All Night...

But A New Day Lead To Our Next Song Called And Son, As Geppetto Looks To The Future With Pinocchio Only For Problems To Happen Along The Way...

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And While The Song Is Cute And There's Nothing Inherently Bad About It, It's Just Not My Favorite Song In The Entire Musical...

So, By The 4th Day, Geppetto Has Lost All Patience And Sees Sending Pinocchio To School As His Last Hope, But Even That Goes Wrong When A Misunderstanding Of Something Geppetto Said Leads Pinocchio To Get Into A Fight With A Young Kelvin Timeline Chekov...

And Yes, I Know I Shouldn't Make Fun Of Anton Yelchin Because Of How He Died But It Was Too Easy To Make A Star Trek Reference...

And Speaking Of Star Trek, After Geppetto And Pinocchio Leave The School, They Run Into Stromboli (Played By Data) Who Takes An Interest In Pinocchio And Wants Him In His Show Despite Geppetto Saying No...

Returning Home, Geppetto Is Mad At Pinocchio For Getting Into The Fight At School Starting A Fight Which Fractures Father And Son And Leads Geppetto To Go Find The Blue Fairy As He Believes Pinocchio's Defective...

Eventually Finding The Blue Fairy She Basically Tells Him "Hey, You Wanted A Kid, It's Your Problem Pal" As She Sings The Next Song Just Because It's Magic"...

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And While I Like The Choreography In The Song, It's Again Not One Of My Favorites...

Returning Home, Geppetto Finds That Pinocchio Has Runaway From Home As Left A Note Saying That He's Joining Stromboli's Puppet Show...

Thinking That Maybe It's For The Best, Geppetto Goes Down To Stromboli's Show Where We Get Pinocchio Singing I've Got No Strings...

But After The Show We Discover That Stromboli's Not A Great Father Figure As He Keeps Pinocchio Locked In A Box....

Hiding Pinocchio As Geppetto Goes Backstage To Give Him Some Of Pinocchio's Things, Stromboli Tells Geppetto That It Was Just A One Night Show Before Pinocchio Left For The Big City To Seek Fame And Fortune...

Upset That Stromboli Did This, Stromboli Points Geppetto In The Direction Pinocchio "Went" Before He Goes Backstage Again To Get Pinocchio Only To Discover That He's Escaped His Cage And Has Boarded A Carriage For Pleasure Island...

Angry Over Losing His Meal Ticket, Stromboli Packs Up To Go After Him Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Bravo, Stromboli...

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And This Is Honestly One Of My Favorite Songs In This Musical...

It's Like Brent Spiner Took All The Pent Up Wackiness He Had Inside After Playing A Robot on Star Trek The Next Generation And The Movies And Let All Out In This One Song And It Works...

Meanwhile, Geppetto Runs Into The Blue Fairy Who After The First Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Decides "This Idiot Wants Magic, Fine, I'll Give Him Magic To Show Him What I'm Trying To Tell Him"

So, Using Her Magic, The Blue Fairy Introduces Geppetto To The Great Lazardo (Played By Wayne Brady) Who Is A Bad Magician But Is Only A Magician Because It's What His Father Wanted Him To ...

Sound Familiar?

But Seeing That Lazardo Is Great At Making Toys, Geppetto Suggests That He Become A Toy Maker Which Leads To A Reprise Of Toys Before Geppetto Continues His Journey Deciding That "Ok, Pinocchio Doesn't Have To Become A Toy Maker"...

Finding His Way To The Town Of Idyllia, Where We Get A When You Wish Upon A Star Reference...

Yeah, We Kind Of Heard It Earlier Too When Pinocchio Was Brought To Life But I Don't Really Count That

Before Geppetto Meets Professor Buonragazzo (Played By Paul From Boston Legal R.I.P. René Auberjonois) And His Son Who Have Made A Machine That Makes Perfect Children That Obey And Do Everything They're Parents Tell Them To Do...

Again, Sound Familiar?

Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Satisfaction Guaranteed...

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And...It's Okay..

While I Do Like The Song And I Like The Choreography In It, It Just Raises Too Many Questions As Val Kilmer Batman Would Put It...

Freaked Out By What He Sees, Geppetto Realizes That He Doesn't Want A Child THAT Perfect...

Running Into The Blue Fairy Again...

Ok, She's Quickly Turning Into The Cheshire Cat Of This Movie...

We Get Another Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Where She Tells Geppetto That Pinocchio Is Headed For Pleasure Island And That Not Only Did Stromboli Screw Him But He's After Pinocchio Too...

Transitioning Into Pleasure Island We Get The Best Song In This Musical Sung By Usher...

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In A Scene That Some People Say Is Lazy But I Say Is Just Saving Time And Money As It Is A Television Movie, Through Pictures We See Geppetto Go After The Donkey Pinocchio On A Boat Only To Be Attacked By Monstro...

Seeing His Father In Danger, The Donkey Pinocchio Jumps Overboard Only For Him And Geppetto To Get Eaten By The Whale...

Finding Pinocchio Who Has Been Turned Into Himself Again, Citing That The Donkey Magic Must Have Washed Off...

Despite Me, Seeing It As Pinocchio's Sacrifice To Save His Father Allowed Him To Become Himself Again...

Apologizing With A Reprise Of And Son, Father And Son Make Up Which Leads Them To Find A Way Out By Deciding To Tickle Monstro's Uvula With Pinocchio's Nose Which He Lies To Make Grow So Monstro Can Throw Them Up...

And All I Can Say About This Is That Tony Goldmark Has A Dirty Mind...And If You've Seen His Review On This With Emily Clark You'll Know Why...

Returning To Their Home In Villagio, Geppetto And Pinocchio Are Confronted By Stromboli, Who Has Come To Take Pinocchio From Geppetto As He Has A Contact With Him That's Iron Clad...

Which Leads Us Into The Final Song, Since I Gave My Heart Away And It's Very Touching...

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So, That's Geppetto And...It's A Mixed Bag...

While The Beginning Of The Movie Isn't That Great It Makes Up For It In Both The Middle And The End, And Yes, While Drew Carey Is A Bit Miscast In This, He Still Isn't That Bad Of A Singer But The People That Steal This Movie Is Brent Spiner And Usher As They Both Have 2 Of The Best Songs In This...

However, If There's Anyone That's Really Bad In This Then It's Julia Louis Dreyfuss, With The Way She's Talking I Can Barely Understand What She's Saying At Times Also I Got To Give Credit To Stephen Schwartz Who Wrote The Songs As Some Of Them Are Pretty Good...

All I Can Really Say Is Don't Believe The Haters And See This Movie, Just Skip The Very Beginning...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#geppetto #drew carey #brent spiner #Usher #julia louis dreyfus #wayne brady #rene auberjonois #disney

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elusive---ivory · 5 years

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The Woman In Velvet pt 10

Ooo!! Part 10 here!! The masterlist should be up later today. I've been lazy about it.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: Mentions of sexual abuse.

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The little girl laid there in the cell. She had been stranded without food or water for several days, until she was found by wandering hitchhikers.

"It seems that her parents were killed and she wandered off. We have no reason to believe that she did it, because she wasn't at the crime scene." A police officer stated.

The girl sat there, listening.

"Does she have any other family members she can stay with?" A female officer asked.

"It says here that she has an uncle. Let's see if he's available." The officer responded.

She heard keys unlocking her cell.

"Is mommy and daddy ok?" The little girl said.

"Oh, yes. They're just on little vacation, somewhere." The officer lied. "For now, meet your uncle Charlie."

A large man in a black suit loomed over the small girl.

"Hello, Sandra, I've missed you."

Sandy opened her eyes. Her uncle's wake was today. The dreaded thought of reuniting with family made Sandy's nerves go in a frenzy. She stared at the ceiling. Her nude body, from the night before, was covered by the bed's flowery blanket. Sandy got off the bed, searching for some clothes. She had found her old clothes from last night, and decided she didn't have any other choice.

Arthur was in the kitchen. The telephone was wrapped around his chest as he was feeling around himself, trying to stay in touch with reality.

Sandy walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey." Sandy smiled. "What was that all about?"

Arthur turned around to Sandy. "Murray wants me on the Murray Franklin show." He mumbled, partially to himself.

Sandy raised her eyebrow. "Did Murray have a change of heart after he saw your clips?" Sandy said, brewing some coffee.

Arthur shrugged. "I guess. I'm not so sure about it."

Sandy looked up at Arthur. "You should go. Murray would be so lucky to have you on his show." She threw her arms around his shoulders, pulling him against her. "You'd look so handsome up there on tv." Sandy giggled, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

Arthur smiled, pulling into the kiss.

Sandy broke the kiss, looking down at Arthur's tighty whities. His pecker seemed to be up and early this morning. "Is that gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Sandy joked.

"A gun." Arthur answered, as he picked up the gun on the corner.

"Woah, Artie. I was just kidding. Is that an actual gun?" Sandy questioned, greatly concerned.

"No, no. It's a prop, Sandy. I would never hurt you." Arthur smiled, placing the gun down.

She sighed in relief. "Okay, good." Sandy placed the now empty coffee cup in the sink, and headed towards the door.

Arthur turned around. "Where are you going?"

"I've got my uncle's funeral today." Sandy sighed, rubbing her temples. "Most of my clothes are upstairs, and I have to get ready before noon."

Arthur frowned.

"But, I'll be back before 6. So don't miss me too much." Sandy joked. "I'll see you in a little bit. I love you." Sandy kissed Arthur on the nose, before heading out of the apartment.

Arthur held his head down. "Bye." He said, softly. His eyes were glued to the door as Sandy left.

The train station was crowded. The smell of diesel fuel flooded the station as well as the thick black smoke arising from the trains.

Sandy coughed as she boarded the train. 30 miles out from Gotham was her old home. A secluded house in the middle of the woods. The house got closer and closer into view as the train came to a stop.

The house was much larger and held a much darker feeling, then when Sandy was once a child. She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

A woman appeared through the open crack in the door. "Oh, look who it is. Sandy, long time no see." The woman said, dryly.

Sandy sighed already feeling the tension in the room. "Nice to see you too, Destiny."

Des, unlike Dee, was smart. She went to medical school to be a doctor, but ended up being a morgue director. Des was cold and mean. Her thin eyes glared at Sandy, as she sat down.

Dee sat down across from Des, turning around slightly to see Sandy.

"Sandy, you came!" Dee said, smiling at her. Dee was always the nicer one, despite being slightly rude or arrogant at times.

Sandy smiled back at her, sitting down next to her on a lavender couch.

"What took you so long?" Des asked, being as snarky as possible.

"Oh, I was helping my boyfriend with things." Sandy said, smirking.

Family meant competition to Des. No matter how sick and twisted her father was, Des was always jealous of Sandy. In her father's eyes, Sandy was the favorite. Des always was second best.

"Boyfriend, huh? He's not imaginary, is he?" Des laughed.

Dee looked confused. "Wait? You have a boyfriend."

Sandy chuckled. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. No, he's not imaginary." She glared at Des.

Des glared back. "What does he look like?"

"Like a plain ol' regular guy. He's sweet, charming, and funny." Sandy smiled, thinking about her dear Arthur.

Dee broke the tension. "Wait. Wasn't he that guy on the Murray Franklin Show? I remember you told me the other night."

Sandy nodded. "Yup. That's my boyfriend." She proudly boasted.

Des scoffed. "Huh. Look at you all grown up. I'm sure this 'boyfriend' of yours is really happy that his girlfriend has the mass of a whale." Des laughed, cruelly.

Sandy gritted her teeth. "Ah, yes. So, we're really resorting to fat jokes. God, what is with you? For 25 years, you've been acting like I'm barely a person. You're so fucking rude. I didn't come here to get ridiculed. I came here to get closure."

Des got off her chair. She stared daggers at Sandy. "Tough talk, Sandy. Maybe if you acted like a person instead of crying all the time."

Sandy bit her lip. She tried to help, but soon, tears started falling down her face.

"See, you're crying. You should learn to act like an adult instead of sitting there like a crybaby." Des's words sunk into Sandy. "You should've even come here."

"How could you say that? Am I just awful for having emotions and a human being instead of being a stone cold bitch like you? You're my cousin, Des. We grew up together." Sandy's voice wavered.

"No, you're not. You never were. Our dad was never apart of your disgusting family. Our dad never even met your parents. The night we got you out of that cell was the night we resented you. I grew up with you because I had to. You were Daddy's little doll." Des sat back down.

Dee patted Sandy on the shoulder. "I never resented you, Sandy." Dee whispered.

Sandy broke down crying. "You mean to tell me that I was sexually assaulted by a stranger. A man who never knew my parents." She hissed.

Des scoffed. "No, he didn't. Now, you're making stuff up."

"Oh, you're right. What about the time he took me into his office and I came out with bruises all over my thighs. Or that time were I was screaming 'No' at the top of my lungs? It happened, Des." Sandy's body was shaking. Her face was a mess. She looked away from Des, trying not to break down crying.

"I think it's time for you to leave." She muttered, looking away from Sandy.

"But what about-" Dee was cut off.

"No, Dee, it's fine. I should go. Thanks for having me here anyway." Sandy got off the couch.

She took the bus home. Her tears were still running down her face, along with her smudged mascara. She took a deep sigh as she unlocked her apartment. Sandy walked over to the kitchen, setting her purse and keys down. She stood there, crying in her hands.

She heard the sound of her apartment door opening. Sandy took out a cigarette, and walked over to the door. She lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Arthur dragged his feet into the apartment. His first instinct was to go into Sandy's apartment. He opened the door, slumping on the couch. His hair was still wet from the rain. He stared at the floor.

Sandy walked over to him, taking a drag of her cigarette.

"I had a bad day." Arthur mumbled, still staring at the floor.

Sandy sat next to Arthur. "Yeah, me too." She took another drag of her cigarette.

Arthur handed Sandy the stolen file from the hospital. "When Thomas Wayne told me I was adopted, I had to see for myself. So, I went to the hospital. I found her file."

She looked through the file carefully. Her heart ached as she looked at the pictures taken of young Arthur. She bit her lip, handing back the file. Sandy broke down crying, again.

Arthur put his hand on her shoulder. Sandy leaned in and cried into his shoulder. Arthur gently ran his fingers through her hair, listening to the rain fall outside.

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"FAZ" Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung 01.12.2019

https://www.faz.net/aktuell/feuilleton/pop/conchita-wurst-tom-neuwirth-ueber-drag-queens-16511939.html

Interview by Tobias Rüther

Photos by Tobias Schmitt

I love myself incredibly

Why is the truth in the costume? A conversation with the man who became famous as Conchita Wurst - and now brings Drag Queens to German television

"I knew as a young child, I'm a star," says Tom Neuwirth, also known as Conchita Wurst. "Now I know it again." The picture was taken behind the scenes in the rehearsal building of the Nuremberg Symphony Orchestra

Nuremberg. End of November: Tom Neuwirth, world famous as Conchita Wurst, is in town to perform with the symphonic and jazz arranger Thilo Wolf in the Meistersingerhalle. In 2014 he won the Eurovision Song Contest as a beautiful, bearded singer, Conchita with "Rise Like A Phoenix". Now the 31-year-old Austrian with short hair in black overalls appears for discussion, which takes place between the meter-thick walls of the Congress Hall where the symphonic musicians are at home. Just now "Truth over Magnitude" (Sony) has been released. On his third album, the artist operates under: Wurst.

FAZ: You're doing electropop now. Nonetheless, on the new album, it always draws you back to the theatricality of "Rise Like a Phoenix". Do you see yourself as an artist?

My musical interests range from Céline Dion to Björk. There is a lot possible. But this drama will never be lost. That's how I perform, that's how I live music. I really enjoy electro-pop, but in the end it's always the same voice that sings.

FAZ: Do not you have a picture of yourself when you sing?

No, I see the emotion that triggers the song in me, and I have pictures in my head. For some songs, I need a speed in how I move, how I look at the audience. I translate that. And sometimes these are big gestures. And sometimes smaller ones.

FAZ: You have created an art figure, but wearing your heart on your sleeve. This tension between - I play a role but I have important things to say: how do you deal with it?

Of course it is inauthentic, especially in terms of the visual. And maybe it's the language that Conchita spoke. But it is a part of me. That's all me. I can be anything from the friendliest person who can cross your path, to the most unpleasant of all. That's why I'm sometimes extremely theatrical and sometimes not at all. That's why I think less about whether that is a contradiction. I'm just like that. I do what my body tells me.

FAZ: There is an artistic tradition of being able to play a role in order to act out on stage, something that you can not show in everyday life - but then just protected in this role.

Of course I have a different attitude when I'm wearing a long-haired wig or short hair. But I do not restrict myself. Not in private. If it turns out, I can also entertain people at the supermarket. That's why it is less dependent on the surface, although of course the inside and outside mix.

FAZ: You often tell how you, as a little boy, wore your mother's clothes even before you had a word for what you feel, that you are gay. But the costume had already given it a shape, as if it were a liberation.

What I probably did not know before. Probably that's it. When I come across early interviews, I often think, Ah, I've really learned in recent years. Also about me.

FAZ: At the moment you are part of the jury of Heidi Klum's "Queen of Drags", in which ten candidates compete against each other. Drag queens have played an important role in homosexual emancipation. Again, this tension: The truth is in the costume. No one sits there with a guitar around the campfire and sings his soul out of his body. A facade is created, and yet it is about the innermost of the innermost.

But it has exactly the same authenticity as campfire music. The worlds that these ten artists created, that they have come up with. That is their truth of beauty and aesthetics and form. Yes, it has absolutely something inauthentic, but at the same time something incredibly authentic.

FAZ: As a boy, you played Shirley Bassey, you slipped into a picture, also to find out a truth about yourself. Is this dispute completed?

For me it's all positive. Because I get to know so many facets of myself and perhaps learn much more than other people can or want. That's why I do not see the conflict. I can be this. And I can be that too. I have a variety of things that are good for me, where my heart tells me what the truth is. As a young child, I was incredibly self-confident. And then come all those norms that society puts on us and then you become so incredibly insecure. To come back from there, to say: I knew as a little child, I'm a star, now I know it again.

FAZ: You also said that you wanted to become famous because you are the best at it.

Also there I learned to be famous is in itself totally worthless. But I felt that way, because it is also lived: All who are famous, are happy. Of course that has nothing to do with it. Over time, I have understood that for me the most important thing is to have fun in my life. I want to be able to sit in a crashed plane, sit back in a relaxed mood and say: Okay, when it's time, it's time. I have not reached this condition for a long time yet. But: That's what drives me. I love my friends about everything, I love my family - and I love myself incredibly. Incredibly.

FAZ: Congratulations, that does not succeed for many.

Yes, thank you. And everything that I do, I do, because the way to the final product, like the new album, is the most fun - and this output is the other thing. That's like breathing. I can not express it myself. I also have an opinion on everything. I do not always say it. But that's the engine that drives me. My life goal is to make me happy. I would not say that I'm selfish, but I'm incredibly egocentric.

FAZ: You once called Conchita a "president's wife." Has the over-figure you created become a burden to you?

In between already. That's where the President's wife comes in: she can do certain things, not others, she has to do certain things. I reduced myself extremely to this one color of my character. This has made me unhappy and sick, that has made me lazy, I have lamented - and for a long time did not understand that I am responsible for how my life is going. I've never had a problem with people associating so much with this character because I always step back and say, I say what I say and I do what I do. But not any more.

FAZ: Conchita was immediately understood as a representative of the growing movement for equality of minorities. Did not you exactly plan it?

No, I did not have a plan. I grew up in an inn. Welcome culture is part of the job, and so I was not educated with prejudice. On the contrary. If someone was not treated properly, my parents were the first to say that in our house, that's not possible. This may not be understood as a small child yet. But the older I get, the more I realize that I am also the product of my parents.

FAZ: When Conchita came on stage, she obviously had a responsibility, whether she wanted it or not. And now has to face wishes and demands.

Yes. Others say that. I do not say that. I do not have to do anything. I have to do what my heart tells me.

FAZ: But you understand the wish? You have created a figure that provides such an identification potential that desires come as automatically.

Of course I understand that. But that's where ego-centric comes into play.

FAZ: These claims to Conchita are also loud at "Queen of Drags" again. The show has been criticized for using a subculture for entertainment, moderated by Heidi Klum. And Conchita joins in. Has that bothered you? Or did you think: the next stage to make something visible?

Meanwhile, I also see that the community exploits Heidi Klum. That gave us this slot. Of course it's entertainment and not a science show. But still shows people. Any comment that I see on social media and that says, hey people, I have not seen it that way yet, is already for me: "Yes!" It was the first season. Of course, everyone in the production department thinks: It was a learning process, we already know what we can do better. But I think we are going in the right direction.

FAZ: Science show is an interesting association. Because the question arises, how accurate you must be and how popular it can be, if you have a scene that is so refined ....

... of course it's a scene. But "we" and "the", I find that difficult. Even if it is a community, there are branches that are entertainment. And then there are branches that are serious. Respectively serious. And this show wants to enlighten people in a fun way.

FAZ: Then please clarify me: what's the art of putting on a dress and singing playback?

To be a drag queen means to do everything yourself, at least in the beginning. And you have to do that over a period of time in order to have a certain notoriety, success, in order to earn a living with it at the end. You have to have a sense of aesthetics, be able to make hair, make-up, choreography, you have to be able to dance and, if it's not singing, at least understand how to look at it. At best, one is also good at negotiating contracts. It is an accumulation of talent and know-how, diligence and perseverance. And that you do not stop, even when headwinds come. And then you have to invite people into your own head.

FAZ: "Queen of Drags" is the next reality TV show that brings a minority or subculture to the wider public. There is no Drag Queen show on ARD or ORF, which would do the same thing, but the format "Reality TV" remains suspect.

That's the spirit of the time, right? We do not know what the lever is in fifty years. Kim Kardashian is the face of this decade. It used to be the muses. But I think I do not take it all that seriously.

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