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recuira · 8 months

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after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!” She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

#buggy x reader #buggy smut #op buggy #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece #one piece live action #x reader #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy the flashy fool #buggy

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etheyll · 3 months

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Hey pal, may i plz request a nightwing drabble about him cooking breakfast for his s/o like his parents (and Alfred) used to do for him??🥹❤️‍🩹

--gwen

omg this is precious i hope i don't disappoint warnings: none unedited 452 words dick grayson x reader in which dick tries his best to cook you breakfast and everything goes wrong

dick grayson is a loving boyfriend. he tries his best in everything he does, and usually he excels. he doesn't struggle much to pick up new things and retain them. but you made him exceptionally nervous, and he didn't always do well under pressure.

he had woken up early to cook breakfast for you in the hopes of impressing you. nothing too fancy, just his special pancakes. dick figures he can't mess up pancakes of all things. he's proven wrong the moment you stumble your cute self out of bed, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and dragging across the floor.

dick whirls when he hears the softest "dickie?" leave your lips, batter spilling out of the bowl he was holding and all over his slippers. he curses softly, stepping out of the gooey mess and making his way over to you. "in the kitchen," he croons when you poke your head into the doorway.

you have that morning hair that he loves so much, and the bed is calling to him again, seductive whispers to just hold you and cuddle you back to sleep. but he's determined to make you breakfast even if half of it is already spilled across his feet.

"go back to sleep, my love," he insists, though you do no such thing, settling down on the bar stool in the kitchen. you're a heap in those blankets, but you're out of the way, so dick opts to let you remain. when you don't answer with words but instead a muffled hum, dick only offers a small smile before going back to whip up some more batter.

you're sat watching him work, focusing on the flex of his shoulder muscles as he stirs, eyes drinking him in like he was your morning coffee. no, you will never get tired of ogling dick in the morning. the soft sound of sizzling has your attention turning to the pan, batter being poured into it at a steady rate.

it only just now occurs to you that dick is making pancakes. you're sitting there, swinging your legs, lost in thought when dick turns around with a plate in his hands. and slips on the batter in the floor, tumbling straight to the ground. you stifle a laugh as you hop off your stool, crouching in front of him with those ridiculously adorable eyes of yours. dick thinks he might stare into them forever if his pride (and hip) wasn't so bruised.

"are you okay?" you offer, soft hands cupping his face, and he think he might purr it feels so good.

"i ruined breakfast," he manages softly, disappointed.

you only smile and kiss his head. "come on, let's make some more."

#dc #batman #nightwing #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader

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kamwilliamsonn · 7 months

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jealousy - Jessie Fleming

request : here

"Jess, hurry! we're going to be late!" you shouted up the stairs to your roommate.

the two of you met at UCLA when you were both 18, you from Australia, her from Canada, you became very close very quickly.

you'd both always felt a little more for each other than you'd let on, but when you both signed for Chelsea, it only made sense to move in together.

ignoring that your very protective captain lived just down the street and would take you in without so much of a mutter.

but you.. well you wanted to live with Jessie. is that a crime?!

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i didn't mean to take so long, i swear. i couldn't pick an outfit." she apologized as she ran down the stairs, stumbling straight into you as you held her waist to keep her stationary.

"it's alright, Jess, no need to worry, didn't think i'd see the day that you, of all people, struggled to find an outfit."

you're glad she took her time though.

wow.

"you look beautiful, n/n." she smiled at you, that smile that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

"let's get going, Freckles, you know Sammy won't be happy if we're late."

the wide eyed look she gave you before running out the door made you burst out laughing as you followed, hopping into the driver's seat and passing her the aux cord.

"there, my passenger princess, play something good, it's gonna set the mood for the whole night."

she blushes at the name but nods, finding your favourite night out playlist, and waiting for the noise to fill the silence.

throughout the night, Jessie couldn't help but notice all the drinks sent your way, you didn't flirt back with any of them, just sent them a smile and a thank you.

but seeing everybody swoon over you, seeing you entertain it with even a smile, made a small pout grow on her face.

her arms crossed over as she slouched into her seat, Niamh looking confused until she saw where her friend was looking, only laughing and patting her shoulder in response.

"just go talk to her, mate, everybody else can see that you're head over heels for each other, even Sam!" she said, louder than she'd thought, and right in Jessie's ear, making her cringe.

"wait- what- no- what do you mean-" Niamh got up and began to walk away, laughing at her best friend. "Niamh! what are you talking about!"

but as she stared at you once more, she couldn't stop thinking how much she wanted to be the one to buy you drinks and have you smile, to kiss you and just be happy.

with you.

the little amount of alcohol had given her a major confidence boost, even more so as she chugged the rest of it, as she went to the bar and bought you another drink - your favourite drink.

she brought it over to you and placed it in front of you, trying to smile charmingly, but it came out more nervous than anything else.

"Jess!" you cheered, happy that your favourite brunette was by your side. "i've missed you."

"you missed me so much you've been flirting with all these other people?" she knew you hadn't been, and even if you had been, it was none of her business.

she just wanted you to be hers.

you raised an eyebrow at her, and leaned in closer. "so what if I was, Freckles, you jealous?"

"of anybody who ever gets to see your smile." she muttered, her eyes flickering to your lips as she spoke.

they flickered back up, quick enough to watch your own eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Jess?"

"yeah, n/n?"

"please kiss me."

"i never thought you'd ask."

hi!! it's been AGES, but I got this request.. idek when, but I've just seen it and I love JFlem so much I couldn't even help it, it's not the longest or the best, but it's Jessie and I hope you all like it :)

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines #kamden writes #jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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what are you supposed to be?

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 1,633

warnings: mentions of marijuana use, smoking, drinking, halloween party shit, reader worries about billy drinking and driving (please please don’t do that!!), talk of billy’s abuse, neil (yes, i count this)

a/n: wanted to give you a halloween prize! friends to lovers, nauseatingly cute blah blah blah. i hope you watched “trick or treat, freak” today because i did! it must be done. <33 happy halloween!!

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October 1984

The slam of the car door would’ve echoed through the night if it weren’t for the music blaring from Tina’s house, or the buzz of teenage voices, the sound of bodies moving with and around each other.

“C’mere buddy.” You reached across the backseat of the car for the Gremlin that had rolled out of your backpack.

Gently settling the stuffed Gizmo back in his place, you zipped him in on either side, allowing for his head and neck to stick out, making sure he'd be able to look over your shoulder.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, and moved to blend in with the crowd. Some kid in a pink tutu was already puking in the bushes, and you were quite sure the party hadn’t been going on for that long.

You passed the Camaro on the way in, running your pinky along the glimmering blue paint, shining in the light streaming out from the ajar front door.

He’d asked if you were coming, acted upset at the mention you weren’t, made you promise to show up for a bit.

Parties weren’t really your thing, but you had wanted to see Nancy and Steve’s finished costumes, considering she’d worked so hard on them—and it really hadn’t taken much convincing for Steve to dress up as Tom Cruise, given the past trials of their relationship.

You never understood the Tom Cruise thing though. He was icky.

Hopping up the concrete stairs, you pushed against the heavy wood, letting yourself in. You looked over your shoulder to hold the door, catching eyes with Jonathan Byers, who smiled and thanked you.

Standing just inside, he turned to you. "Nice costume. I actually really liked that movie."

"Thanks! I like yours too," you laughed, sweetly looking over his normal attire.

"I'm going as a guy who hates parties."

"Yeah, I'm not sure how this is enjoyable either." You shifted your bag to get both straps on your shoulders, telling him to have fun when someone walked his direction.

Walking towards the kitchen, you went straight for the candy bowl, skirting around couples making out and someone with a bong. You needed something to drink, so you searched for something non-alcoholic—considering you'd driven—and it proved much more difficult than it should've.

Popping the tab on your soda can, that's when you heard it. A seemingly never ending chorus of "Billy! Billy! Billy!" from the backyard. You wiped a wet hand on your red jacket, walking towards that part of the house.

You didn't even bother going outside, being able to see him easy enough from the window: Tommy H. holding up his legs, his gloved hands braced on either side of the keg, head bent in concentration. You rolled your eyes but smiled all the same, turning around in search of Nancy.

She spotted you first, waving you over to where she and Steve were resting up against a wall. "Don't you look cute?" Nancy reached over your shoulder, grinning and patting Gizmo on the head.

"Wow, I almost thought you meant me."

"You look very nice," Steve started, "But I don't have any idea what you're supposed to be."

"She's Billy! From Gremlins? See, she's got a Gizmo!" Nancy waved around your outfit, explaining it to him.

"That looks like a teddy bear."

You shook your head at him. "Do you ever go to the movies, Steve?"

"No, he doesn't. I have to make him go with me," Nancy told you, sounding slightly exasperated.

"Wait, when did you see Gremlins?"

"With Mike, Steve," Nancy sighed, taking the candy bar you offered to her.

On the other side of the room, Billy sauntered in from outside, pulling down sheets of toilet paper that he could wipe some of his sweat off with. That's when he saw you, standing with Wheeler and Harrington, when you'd told him you hadn't wanted to come. He was starting to think he'd need to get extra drunk if you rejected him.

Billy hopped up, walking over the couch, moving around writhing bodies, trying to get to you. To his dismay, Tommy H. caught up with him just as he was in a five foot radius of you and your friends, grabbing Billy's shoulder and proclaiming, "Got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington."

His goons followed suit. "Yeah, eat it, Harrington!" You rolled your eyes, and Nancy walked away, just as you had planned to do.

But Billy didn't really give a shit about the title, he just wanted to piss Steve off for the night. He saw you moving away and took his chance, separating from the kids who would just not fuck off.

The kitchen was mainly empty by now as you swiped more candy and another drink, before trying to go outside. It was getting way too crowded everywhere else, despite the size of Tina's home.

You walked around outside, observing other people’s costumes: lots of angels, a Madonna, a maybe-Bowie, loads of repeat Karate Kids, couple stereotypical witches and vampires. You watched Billy walk over to you, popping a sucker in your mouth, and settling on the edge of a raised plant box.

“Hey, sweet thing.” You looked the boy over, chest damp and shiny, curls stuck to his forehead. You beckoned him forward so that you could fix them. He braced his hands against the concrete blocks on either side of you, allowing you to push his hair around to your liking.

“Who’s your friend?” Billy was unzipping your bag, pulling Gizmo free.

“His name is Gizmo.” You pushed his hair behind his shoulders, keeping it from falling in the way.

“And you? Who are you supposed to be?” He held the stuffed animal against his chest, absentmindedly stroking the patch of white fur on its head.

“Billy.”

“What?”

“Nope. No. What is it with you people not watching movies? I’m Billy. The main guy in Gremlins. Gizmo is given to me as a pet. Chaos ensues.” You waved your hands around for emphasis, making him smirk at you.

“It’s a billy-ception!” You exclaimed, smiling and holding your arms out for your stuffie. He rolled his eyes at you, but put him safely back in your bag.

He extended his hand, pulling you up. “I didn’t think you’d show.”

“Didn’t want to disappoint you, Hargrove. And I got to see you win your ‘Keg King’ title. I’m so proud.” You patted him on the chest, over the damp leather.

“What are you supposed to be? The Terminator?”

“Yeah, actually.” He wiggled his leather-clad fingers.

“See, I don’t have any desire to watch that movie, but at least I can watch a trailer.”

“Yeah, yeah. Did you go trick-or-treating?” Billy walked you over to the side of the house where there were less people, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, being sure to blow the smoke out away from you once he’d gotten one lit.

“I think I’m too old. You take Max? I heard Will was supposed to meet up with her.”

“Yeah.” A long drag. “That the creep’s brother?”

“Hey. Jonathan is sweet, and so is Will. You don’t need to worry about that.” You found yourself playing with the bottom of the zipper on his jacket, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

He nodded at you in reply, looking down at his watch. “I gotta go pick her up in a little while.”

“Are you sure? You just drank an assload of beer, Billy.”

“What? You worried about me or somethin’?” The way he said it, he almost sounded hopeful.

“Yeah. I always worry about you, Billy. I don’t want you to drive if you’ve been drinking. Do you want me to go get her?”

“Hey. I’m fine. I spit most of it out or spilled it everywhere.” He wiped a hand down his chest and you did not miss the opportunity to track the motion, drawing a laugh from him. “And I hadn’t had anything to drink before that, okay? You really think I’d let myself get wasted before I have to get her? My dad’ll beat my ass if I’m late, and I’m not gonna risk being drunk too.”

He’d told you about his dad recently, but sometimes hearing him talk about it in passing like that bothered you.

“I believe you, but I want you to be careful, Billy. I don’t—”

You didn’t finish your sentence, Billy’s lips cutting you off. He planted one hand across the back of your head, the other still holding the almost finished cigarette. He kissed you firmly, successfully shutting you up.

He pulled away, dropping his cigarette and stomping it out. “You taste like beer,” you said, swiping your thumb across your lips.

“No shit, really? You taste like Skittles.” You stuck your tongue out at him childishly, thinking he wasn’t paying attention.

“Watch it, sweet thing.”

You stuck your tongue out again, and he was on you in a second, pinning you up against the side of the house and slipping your tongue into his mouth, all whilst groaning against you. He squeezed your waist once, pulling away.

“Okay. I gotta go pick up that little shit.” He adjusted your backpack straps for you, spinning you around to dig out your keys in the spot he knew you kept them.

He handed them to you, moving to walk you to your car, skirting around other vehicles and puking kids.

“Maybe Max’ll let you have some candy. Rich people give out full-sized candy bars.” His eyebrows raised in delight, a look rarely seen on his face.

“I’ll just steal it if she doesn’t. Happy Halloween, sweet thing.” Billy pecked your cheek, walking around your car to buckle Gizmo into the passenger seat.

“Happy Halloween, Hargrove. Be careful.”

“Anything for you, little Gremlin.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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2010 T. KAULITZ♡

we are enemies, we are foes, who are you, and what are those?

TW: based off of this photoshoot, illegal themes(as in just street racing), almost car crash, near death experience, avril mentions, male leaning reader

TOM KAULITZ who has been heard of around at least half of the world, he's a street racer which 'famous' would be a way to describe him, not much to be proud of if the police know of you but he was doing what made him happy in the first place and he'd go straight back to it if the cops really would catch him, and some could have been fond of him.

TOM KAULITZ who was rumored to be dating at least one of the many fans he'd have, in which that was half true. you were a fan of him yet you were also one of the very first so you had gotten to know him over time, you caught his attention and he was one of the best guys you had ever met, minus the fact he was just a bit of a player but it's only a stage act around others, never around you.

TOM KAULITZ that didn't even want to get out of bed, knowing about the race he was having today. it was against avril and she was almost just as sweet but damn her racing skills put others on the edge, caused at least a few car crashes and it is said she won when her car was half beaten up due to someone trying to sabotage the whole event, making the sport more dangerous than it already was.

TOM KAULITZ that wouldn't let go of you when the race was just about to start, his arms stayed around you as small camera lights would flash and his hands were almost shaking and he'd hide his face and kept hugging you tighter. "i can't do it," "yes you can tom, i promise i'll be right here when it's done." "can you race her for me?" "tom i'd like to value my life, but good try." he was given a pat on the shoulder and a small good luck muttered by you as he went out to his car the license plate having his name on it, and the smell of you lingering.

TOM KAULITZ that thought he had a fucking death wish. the girl already caused a crash and kept on as if she didn't do it. but that was the least of his issues, she almost caused his car to crash into a damn stop sign and he could've lost his life. if it wasn't for you specifically he would have never saved himself so quickly pressing on the breaks for the first time in forever. he might just lose this race, i mean only no one has almost ever won against avril in the first place.

TOM KAULITZ who sped pass avril's car across the woman with the flag as the black and white checkered cloth raised up on his side. he won. holy shit he won, and it wasn't a dream or fake reality either. he unlocked his door looking around for you with a big smile on his face, watching as you hopped over the metal bars running over to him probably faster than the speed of light itself. you crashed into his arms, making him take a few steps back as he went back to holding you tight swinging you around your feet off of the ground and around his waist, your lips giving him a kiss. "holy fuck i won.." "hell yeah you won!" "holy fuck! i won against avril!"

TOM KAULITZ who could carry around the title and fact that he won the most important race of his life. "good race tom."

ya'll i think he won idk tho @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @maneater69666

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The Long Con, pt. 2

Access pt. 1 here. I've also decided to start posting this on ao3 as well, which you can find here.

Las Vegas, Nevada

Steve had met Robin during one of the lowest parts of his life. After leaving Boston and everything he knew behind, Steve hopped from place to place for a few weeks. Working odd jobs just to get from one place to the next. Eventually, he landed himself in Vegas. It had felt far enough from home where he would avoid being found, but also less obvious than a place like LA.

Steve had a lot of vices in his past life, sex, money, and women, but gambling wasn't one of them. So if someone was following the trail of his bad habits, Vegas wouldn't even cross their mind.

Steve began working at a bar on the strip when he arrived. It was a fancy place, wasn't part of a casino, and stood out independently. The Bearpoppy Lounge. It was the type of place where everyone wore suits and Gucci belts. Wealth was not only flaunted but required. It reminded Steve of the places his parents used to take him to impress business partners.

Robin had been his trainer for the bar, and well, she had absolutely hated him at first. Steve hadn't been able to figure out why. He was incredibly charming, and women usually fell at his feet. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but people usually drew to him. It had been a shock to the system when the first thing Robin had said to him was,

"I give you two days before you quit."

"What?" Steve asked in shock. Surely, she couldn't have been serious. "Do I not even get your name? Or, I don't know, a hello?" Steve thought he should reel in the snark. It wouldn't help his situation to let out his bitchy side. He just wasn't used to it. The lack of immediate trust he got from strangers. Most people would find that mentality naive, but Steve was raised to be enticing.

"My name is Robin, like it says on my name tag if you had bothered to read it. And I don't usually bother with introductions. I know the pretty boy type; trust me, it doesn't last." Robin wiped down glasses at the bar and didn't look up as she spoke.

Steve was resisting the urge to blow up on her. He couldn't prove her right. He had to lay on the charm thick.

Steve took in Robin's appearance before answering. She was pretty. Short dirty blonde hair cut to her chin with pink at the ends. Light freckles decorated Robin's face, which defined her already high cheekbones. She was tall, almost as tall as him, but she held herself awkwardly, like she didn't know what to do with her limbs. Robin would be easy to charm. Beautiful, so he wouldn't have to lie, and insecure so he could work her. "Well, if pretty girls like you can make it this far, I don't see why I can't." Steve leaned his body against the counter and appraised Robin up and down.

Robin snorted, "Oh god, you can't be serious. Please don't tell me the next thing you're gonna say is how you 'got lost in my beautiful blue orbs' like we were in some cheesy fanfiction."

Steve's mask fumbled a bit. "Orbs? What? Eyes can't be orbs. Then you'd have to see all the way around? Right? Wait—" Steve spiraled for a minute. Robin threw him off his rhythm.

Robin's face cracked slightly at Steve's confusion before she sighed deeply. "Look, I'm going to be, uh, straight, with you." Robin paused as she had a sort of inside joke with herself. "I don't like you."

Ouch. "Ouch."

Robin pushed on, "Look, it's not about you personally. It's about, ya know, what you represent. Like you came in here with no experience, no background, and just charmed your way into this job. Now I have to spend two weeks training you, only for you to stay a month tops. Guys, girls, and everything between, like you only come to work here for two things. Fortune and fame. They come to find a rich spouse or try to catch the eye of someone with a business card and a one-way ticket to Hollywood. And listen, it works. Most of you guys get what you want. Any other bar on the strip, I would tell you to quit while you're ahead. Big names come in here, though. And most of you get what you want. And if you don't? Well, you usually break and go back home to Mommy and Daddy. You all leave me high and dry and training another person. The worst offenders of all are the pretty boys. They come in here, lay on the charm, making assumptions about me, try to sleep with me, and when I don't give them what they want, they turn on me. So, sorry if I don't think we will get along."

Steve felt something inside him snap, "You know, for someone who hates people making assumptions about others, you really are assuming a lot about me." Robin looked taken aback by the bitchy attitude. Steve pressed on, "And I don't want that, Robin: fortune and fame. I mean, a little fortune would be nice, but who doesn't want that? And did you think that there was a reason I had to charm my way into this job? You said it yourself I have no experience! How will I ever gain that if I don't have the job to try it in the first place? And for your information Robin, there is no way I am running back to Mommy and Daddy. I think I'd rather take my chances with the streets, thank you very much."

Robin opened her mouth to speak, but Steve cut her off.

"Also, if you aren't into me, that's fine. I wouldn't make you uncomfortable for it. I'm not everyone's type; I can deal with that." Steve crossed his arms, emphasizing his point to her.

Robin swallowed, a bit of shame crept onto her face. "Sorry."

Steve sighed, "It's fine."

"No, it's not. I didn't give you the chance to fuck up first. I should at least give you that. And I get it, you know. Not going back to the parents."

The tension left Steve, "Yeah?"

"Yea, it's actually for the reason you're not my type. "

"Huh?"

Robin giggled but then looked hesitant. "I'm pretty sure the only kind of person you aren't the type for shares something in common with me. I'm a lesbian, dude. "

Steve took in the way Robin shrunk on herself even more and decided to share one tiny secret with her; even though he shouldn't be in the business of giving away his secrets. "It's okay. I'm safe. I'm not going to tell anyone. We share the same secret."

It was Robin's turn to say, "Yeah?"

Steve smiled at her, "Oh yeah. I, too, love the ladies, Robin."

Robin giggle-screeched. "Dingus!"

Steve warmed at the pet name. "But I also like the dudes. And everything in between."

Robin's smile softened, "Thanks for telling me."

Steve waved his hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah. Are you actually going to do your job and train me?"

"And just when I was starting to like you. Welcome to hell then; I'll be your guide." Despite her words, Robin's tone held an ease that wasn't there earlier.

Steve knew she'd be tough to crack, but he knew it would be worth it.

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It was weird; it was Robin who gave him the idea. When they first met, he thought she would have been the judgemental type. Well, he wasn't far off from that, but she was surprisingly morally loose when it came to illegal activity.

"You know that man would have done anything to get in your pants, right?" Robin nodded toward the guy who just left the bar to go sit back with his buddies. He was in his late forties, and pretty fit for his age. He had introduced himself as Clark; which either the dude had the world's most bland name, or he was using Clark Clent as a pseudonym to cover the fact he was flirting with a man when Mr. Clark was clearly married (at least the shiny gold band said so). Steve hadn't been interested, though. For one, he wasn't looking to get attached to anyone (although Robin was starting to make that look difficult). Secondly, Steve had learned the hard way that being a queer person, no matter the day in age, wasn't always safe.

Especially with married men.

"And so what, Buckley? I don't think I have anything to gain from a married man looking to bang some random bartender, who, by the way, he doesn't even know likes other men?" Steve throws his towel over his shoulder and turns towards Robin.

"But you are into men." Robin deadpans.

"Okay, true, but not the point. Hey, wait, how does he even know I like men?"

Robin shrugs, "Same way that I did, like seeks like my hairy friend. However, I suppose we aren't exactly the same. Since I am only interested in the ladies. Oh wait—does that make us more alike since we both like women, and you liking men makes us less alike? But that's gay, so that makes us—"

"Robin, you didn't even know. I had to tell you. After you yelled at me."

"Sorry!" She cringed.

Steve sighed, "Besides, still nothing to gain from sleeping with him. Besides, the dude's name is Clark."

Robin snorted, "That's rich coming from you, James."

Steve was not lost on the irony that he and Clark were both using fake names.

"I'm not exactly sure you're getting to an actual point Robs."

Robin put her hands in front of her as if she was surrendering. "Okay, hear me out. The dude clearly has money and really wants to sleep with you. Heck, a lot of people come in who want to sleep with you. Men, women, everything in between, and everything outside of it. These people want you, Steve, which I don't understand, but they do. These very rich people want to sleep with you. And you, a very poor bartender who frankly is terrible at his job, could use that to his advantage."

Steve just stared at her.

"You do get what I am saying, right?"

"Yes Robin, I get what you're saying. You want me to prostitute myself to our customers."

"I believe the proper term is sex workers; you can be offended by not offensive."

"Robin." Steve whisper yelled.

"Oh, c'mon! It isn't the worst idea. You like money, and you like sex. I'm not really seeing a downside. I mean, it's your body, so you get to do what you want with it. But I wouldn't judge you if it was this. I mean you don't have to sleep with them even! Swindle them for their money; I know you're a charmer. You might not even have to go as far as sex. I mean, unless you want to. Again, your body, my dude."

"Why do you even want me to do this? Shouldn't you want me to stay on a legal path? Be the voice of reason? Isn't that what this whole nerdy good girl thing you got going for?" Steve returned to the bar while he spoke and started preparing a drink. Although he was protesting and acting offended by the idea, it wasn't actually a terrible proposition. Steve had done worse for less, and he had a lot of respect for those in the industry. It was just, he didn't get why Robin was pushing it. It was Steve's instinct to be mistrustful. People didn't offer things to him, especially very illegal ones, unless they wanted to gain something or get something against him.

"No, I don't want to be your pimp. Can't a girl offer some life advice to her helpless coworker? Besides, I'd be a hypocrite if I told you not to earn money illegally. Considering my side-gigs." Robin walked around the bar to stand directly in front of Steve. She placed her elbows on the wood and her head in her hands. She looked sincere, and that's when it hit Steve.

"First off, we are coming back to the side-gig thing—"

"We most definitely are not." Robin quipped.

"Second, I think I get it now. You're worried about me. We're friends, and you're worried about me."

"Take it back."

"No, no. You, Robin Buckley, care about me."

Robin shuttered, "We are not friends, James. And I am not worried. I simply became too invested in your pathetic life; my apologies." She started to lean back from the bar but Steve put the drink down and caught her by her elbows.

"If you admit we're friends, and that you're worried about me, I'll think about your idea." Steve gave her elbows a light squeeze.

Robin caved instantaneously, "Fine, you dingus! We're friends. I care about you! Despite my best efforts, your stupid face and jokes are incredibly endearing, and you always cheer me up on bad days. And every day here is a bad day. And I'm worried about you because you look like you're going to run every five seconds, and every time it's a shitty tip night, you deep sigh. And dammit, you're the only person I like here, and if you go at this point, so do I."

Steve felt himself blink back tears. Robin, in all her rambling glory, had managed to give him one of the best speeches he's ever heard. Steve hadn't had anyone care about him like this in, well, ever. It was a welcomed devastation.

Steve tugged her into a bone-crushing hug. Their stomachs pressed against the bar, the wood digging into their hips. "I'm gonna do it."

"Yea? You really don't have to. We can figure something else out. I would teach you how to hack, but I don't think you'd be very good at it." Robin let out a wet laugh.

Steve let her go and shrugged. "Nah, it's a good idea. And honestly sounds like a bit of fun. Swindling the wealthy into giving to the poor. Well, giving to me. But I count as poor currently."

Robin smiled, "Only if you're sure, dingus."

"I am. Now—" Steve pushed the drink with a bar business card that he wrote his name and number on underneath. "—go take this to money bags over there."

Robin grabs the card and throws it at him. "You can't give your real name and number, dummy. For now, I'm gonna give him my side gig number until you can get your own. All we need is a name." She grabbed a new card and wrote down the digits.

Steve took the pen from her and looked around the bar for inspiration. He jotted down the first thing that came to mind. "Here ya go."

Robin looked down and choked on a laugh. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly."

Robin rolled her eyes one last time before picking up the drink. "We will think of a better one later. But I guess for now; I'll deliver this to your first client, Cherry."

Steve knew then, and there he and Robin were for life.

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Boston, Massachusetts

It was at this moment Steve was trying to picture how Robin would react to how majorly he fucked up. Considering she had already warned him about the dangers of Tommy Hagan's friendship, Steve didn't have to think too hard. Robin had always been good at that, calling him on his bullshit before it even happened. Steve could hear her voice in his head saying,

This is what happens when you play with fire Dingus.

Steve wondered if he'd ever get to hear her voice in person again.

"What kind of deal?" Steve asked before throwing himself to the wolves. Though he was sure his life was on the line, he couldn't just say yes to whatever Eddie asked. He didn't want to die, but he also had to consider that there were people he cared about in this world. Steve wouldn't put them at risk, even if it meant his own well-being.

In retrospect, he should have reevaluated the list of people he cared about, considering one was the reason he was here in the first place.

Eddie leaned back against the booth, stretched his arms across the back of it, and let out a dark chuckle. "Well, for starters, I'm going to need that bag back. That's the easy part. Considering it's mine anyway. Although, it does seem a bit light there. Why is that sweetness?"

Steve could feel himself go pale. God, Tommy had fucked fucked him. He was starting to consider that it was even a setup. He didn't peg Hagan for being that smart, though. "It's only half. Tommy took the other half with him when I met up with him. I'm so supposed to keep the other half safe for a few weeks, then bring it to him."

Eddie raised his eyebrows, "Pretty forthcoming, aren't we? Thought I'd have to push a bit more to break ya. Now I'm not sure if I even want to offer you the rest of the deal. Don't particularly like working with snitches."

Steve tried not to let out a frustrated growl. Charm, he had to charm Eddie. He was making it hard for Steve. "I'm not a snitch; I just don't see the point in covering for someone who obviously fucked me."

Eddie put his hands up in mock surrender, "Woah there, sweetness. Didn't mean to touch a nerve. I'm only having a bit of fun. You'll let me have my fun, won't you? Considering you made me stop my hard work in the middle of the day to deal with you?" Although Eddie smiled as he spoke, Steve could tell he wasn't happy. Steve decided to be smart and stay silent. "Now tell me, where and when did you meet him? And when and where were you meeting up again?"

Steve gritted his teeth, "What's the rest of the deal?"

"What's that?" Eddie ticked his head to the side.

"I'm not going to tell you anything else if I don't know what I'm getting out of it or what I need to do to get to the finish line. So, What's the rest of the deal?"

"You're a clever one, aren't you? I'm not surprised, actually, considering the sort of bravery it takes to steal from me." Steve noted in his head that Eddie said bravery and not stupidity. He tucked it away for later. "Fine, considering you've been forthcoming so far, I'll be kind and lay all the cards on the table. On one condition."

Steve gave up on being charming. He knew it was getting him nowhere. "Deal for a deal? Seems a bit convoluted, don't ya think?"

"Ooo, bitchy and knows big words? Full of surprises. I promise you this one is an easy one. Should you choose the right path, no harm will come your way Padalin. Well, none that you don't ask for, at least." A wicked grin spread across Eddie's face.

"Get to the point."

"You know I'd have a man's head at this point for that kind of talk. Fortunately bitchy looks good on you. Anyway, the condition is this. Tell me your name, sweetness. I think it's rude that I gave you my name and I don't have yours."

"Well I didn't ask for yours and like you said earlier, I don't think introductions were necessary."

Eddie gave Steve an unamused eyebrow; his patience was wearing thin.

Steve was buying time, he wasn't sure what name to give him. He wasn't stupid; he couldn't exactly give him his real name. He couldn't just tell him, Steve. For one, he was in Boston. A slip of the first name means a slip of the last. And besides coming back to Boston in the first place, that would be the absolute dumbest thing he'd ever do if he were to let that slip. Steve was well aware the Harrington name hadn't grown kinder over the years.

The other reason was if he were to give him his real name, Eddie would suddenly have access to his entire life in an instant. His story, his crimes, his weaknesses. Steve was sure that Eddie had his very own Robin, although he doubted they were any good since Steve had the best, but even a raccoon with access to Google could find him.

So Steve had to think. What name could he give him? He thought about the hundreds of alias he had over the years. Some of them are more thought out than others. Like Mark Odom, who was a sales rep just down on his luck at the horse tracks and just needed a bit of insider information for a win. He had a family to feed, after all.

Or there was the ones with less background, like Cherry, who didn't even have a last name. He was just a good disguise for Steve when he wanted to swindle money out of higher-profile men.

Those aliases, no matter the depths of their stories, were too used, too frequented, too recent. They had a history that could be traced. Steve thought of possibly starting a whole new alias for Eddie. But those took time. A quick lie in the moment was easy, but Steve had a deep feeling nothing about his interactions with Eddie would be quick.

Eddie looked at him expectantly, waiting. It had only been a few seconds since Steve had last spoke, but between the two of them, it felt like hours. It felt as though Steve was losing the game and fast.

An idea sprung on Steve suddenly. An old name he used once. It was a name thrust upon him more like, but he had only used it once. He was sure Eddie would catch onto it being fake, but Steve hoped that the man's affinity for nicknames let it slide.

"Angel. The name is Angel."

"Angel." Eddie deadpanned. "Angel, what? No last name?"

"No last name." Steve shook his head.

Eddie rubbed a hand down his face, "That's what you're going with? You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's all you're gonna get."

Eddie stared at Steve momentarily before a playful smile edged at his lips. "Alright, I'll bite. Angel, it is, for now. Just don't expect the truth to stay hidden for long. You see, I always get my way in the end. Okay, Angel?" Eddie's eyes penetrated Steve's, and silence again hung in the air.

"Okay." Steve believed Eddie. He secretly hoped he wouldn't be around the man long enough to see how quickly he got his way.

"Good. Now here's the deal Angel." Eddie emphasized Steve's name in mockery. "You give me the half you have under the table. That's been established so far. Then you are going to help me get the rest of the money back and get me a little chat with your good pal Hagan."

Steve opened his mouth to protest the idea of him and Tommy being good pals, but shut it before he could make the situation for himself worse. Probably better for himself to not push his luck.

"That's the easy part," Eddie continued. He leaned forward, taking his arms off the back of the shredded booth, and used his hand to grip Steve's chin. The grip was firm but not painful as he pulled Steve forward. It was as if he was trying to prove a point, trying to prove that Eddie was the one in control, prove that he didn't want to hurt Steve, just put him in his place. "The hard part of the deal is this. You see, it's not easy to steal from me. And yet, here you are. You've made it much further than others have. And that is a skill not many possess. And right now, I could use that."

Steve visibly swallowed. He was trying not to let this man get to him. It felt impossible with Eddie's hand on him and their proximity. It had been so long since Steve had been this close to someone, so intimately, without the illusion of the game. Sure, there was an imminent threat over Steve's head, but he couldn't shut off the part of his brain that kind of liked it. Steve had to push away the desire to breathe in all that was Eddie. Steve decided to blame these uncontrollable thoughts on the fact he hadn't gotten laid since Seattle over a month ago.

Not because he felt attracted to the man who was actively threatening him. That would be insane.

"How do you suppose I do that?" Steve licked his lips and didn't break eye contact with Eddie.

"I have a list. A list of people who have wronged me. Who has stolen from me, in one form or another? Usually, I'd have them taken care of, but I don't think they deserve such an easy out. I think I need to make a statement. I think they should be given exactly what they've taken. They bit the hand that fed them after all." Eddie squeezed Steve's chin lightly. It once again caused no pain, but it grounded Steve. Sent a silent reminder of who was in control.

"Big believer in karma, then? Wouldn't have taken you for the type." Steve pushed out a weak laugh. Eddie stared at him a moment before releasing him, sitting back into his original position.

Eddie's lip tilted slightly, "Maybe I am. Do we have a deal?"

Steve snorted, "That's it? You're not going to tell me more? No reason why, no, what do I need to do? Kind of feels like I'm getting the shit end of the stick here."

In the corner of his eye, Steve saw one of Eddie's men move when he raised his voice. It made Steve stop abruptly, shrinking back into his seat. Eddie waved his henchman to stand down. "No, you don't get more. And beggers can't be choosers, can they?"

" 'Suppose not."

"Good boy. Now, do we have a deal?" Eddie stuck his hand out for Steve to shake.

Steve had to suppress his reaction once again. Eddie had to be testing him at this point. Good boy would be seared into his brain forever. A brand of how dangerous this man was to him.!Steve looked down at the rough, veiny hands. "On one condition."

Eddie barked out a laugh, "You know you really like pushing your luck, Angel. It's like you have a deathwish. You aren't exactly in the position to make demands, hasn't that been clear? You're lucky you are so goddamn interesting. So, once again, I'll bite."

"I get to veto someone, no questions asked, if I don't want to do it." Steve thought about how many enemies he had here in Boston. How many people he had no desire to run into? He needed to make sure most, if not all of them, never crossed paths with him again. Steve knew it was a long shot to ask of this. It defeated the whole purpose of helping Eddie if he was allowed to say no. They both knew this. And yet, Steve held out hope.

Eddie hummed to himself for a moment before answering. "You get one."

Steve whipped his head towards Eddie in shock. "What?"

"I'll give you one veto. No questions asked. But that's it. Once you use it, it's gone."

Steve knew when to not look a gift horse in the mouth. "Okay, deal." Steve stuck his hand out for Eddie to grab. Steve tried not to shutter when Eddie's warm hand engulfed his own. The smoothness of his rings and the callouses on his palms contradicted each other and send a delicious thrill down Steve's spine.

Yeah, Steve was fucked.

"Deal, Angel." Eddie slid out of the booth, and his men made to follow him. "Now, if I am correct, you're currently staying at the rundown motel on 3rd? Well, Ben here—" Eddie gestured to the eager henchman from earlier "—will follow you to the motel to collect your things. Then he's going to take you to the room I paid for you at the Palace Hotel. Where he, and a rotation of other people, will be standing guard outside your door 24/7."

"What? Don't trust me?" Steve tried to lighten the apparent tension.

"Oh, not in the slightest, Angel. Trust you just about as much as I can throw you." Eddie slid dark sunglasses on before walking up to the door. "Looking forward to chatting again. I think this will be a good thing for us both, sweetheart."

Eddie walked out without looking back, taking most of his men with him. Ben stayed behind, glaring daggers at Steve's head.

Steve couldn't help but feel a shift in the tide; he would be returning to this moment for the rest of his life. He knew there was no coming back from this, and even if there was, Robin would kill him anyway.

Steve looked down at his milkshake, it was fucking melted.

***

has it been a month since I posted the first part? Yes. Yes it has. Please don't murder me. It has been hectic, I got a new job which means I work two now and I got sick. I finally had some time to start working on this. I also wanted to actually plan this out, make an outline, since yes you guessed it…

it’s going to be a long fic.

As you can tell these parts are really long, so I’m thinking about just posting on ao3, and maybe putting previews on here. Unless you guys want it also fully here. Let me know! :)

I’m so excited for this thank you all for your patience. You can access part one here and ao3 here.

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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for hand holding prompt: 12 and/or 13 w riddler maybe pls 🌷🎀💝

Affection Prompts—possessive hand-holding / linking hands together during sex

Mine

requests are always open / let me know what you think!

Edward Nashton x Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, PIV sex, shitty guys, possessive behavior, established relationship, language.

He'd never believe it, but there's so much you love about your boyfriend.

Like how you'd sent him a text to let him know you'd be home late, and now—hours later—he's waiting outside the door of your office, standing under the streetlight as rain drops collect on his too-big jacket.

You see him, and it's like your heart is fighting to hop out of your chest, desperate to greet him. God, he's too thoughtful, too sweet. He's not like any other guy you've met before.

You couldn't tell him that, though. Eddie would think it was a bad thing.

"Hi, honey," you greet him, pressing a kiss to his cool cheek. Your boyfriend's never been a fan of PDA—doesn't like how red his face gets whenever your lips touch his—but this is a fine consolation.

"Hello, dove." He presses one of his gloved hands forward, holding out a dark coffee to-go cup you hadn't noticed before. You can smell the contents, lashes fluttering a little in pleasure with the heavenly scent of chocolate.

"Seriously?" —you take the cup, already feeling the heat seep through your gloves— "you're the best, Eddie."

Your favorite cafe is a few blocks out of the way, but the hot chocolate is the best in the city. It's exactly what you needed after a day like today.

He flushes again, dipping his head to the ground until his glasses slip toward the end of his nose, shoulders drooping with the weight of your praise.

God. You want his dick down your throat.

Taking his empty hand instead, you start the chilly walk home. Gotham's never quiet—cars buzzing by and shouting from distant alleyways, but you and Eddie seem to travel in your own little world, speaking quietly about your days, plans for the weekend, sharing thoughts you'd kept to yourselves while you were apart.

You're almost back to your apartment when you notice Eddie shifting closer, arm pressed tight against yours. You don't have to ask why.

There's three of them headed your way—overgrown frat boys in collared shirts like they hit the bar straight from the office—laughing and jostling each other as if the whole street is their fucking living room.

You grip Eddie's hand tighter, keeping your eyes on your feet, praying they won't bump into you, won't notice either of you as they pass by.

But all the gods in Gotham must be busy, because nobody hears those prayers.

"Where you headed, beautiful?" It's the tallest of them who talks to you, smiling with too-white teeth and stinking of beer and sweat, his breath so sharp with the smell of alcohol it has to be flammable.

If you only had a match.

"Home," you answer curtly, trying to sneak past with Eddie in tow. His friends block your path, trapping you up against a long-empty storefront.

"Don't be like that, baby," he coos, trying to brush a hand down your arm before you pull away, "you should come with us. We could show you a real good time."

Eddie's shaking beside you. He tries to move in front of you without dropping your hand and you pull him back, catching his red-splotched skin and a vicious look in his eyes.

"I'm not interested," you say, "and my boyfriend and I would like to leave now."

"Boyfriend?" The man smiles wickedly, and you know what's coming before it happens, watching every moment with a painful double vision.

"This guy?" he laughs, and his friends join in a mocking chorus, "sorry buddy, I didn't even see you there."

He slaps Eddie harshly on the shoulder, looking down on him although Eddie's a few inches taller—and then they walk away.

Minutes pass before Eddie's ready to move. He stands there beside you with his eyes shut tight, stiller than stone except for his lips parting softly in the silence. You think he might be praying under his breath.

You walk the rest of the way without saying a word. Eddie's footsteps broadcast his thoughts well enough, growing heavier with each flight of stairs you climb before reaching your small apartment.

"Eddie, honey?"

He's dropped your hand, shrugging out of his jacket and journeying deeper into the apartment. In the half-light of the kitchen, he leans heavily on the counter, head hung low.

"Eddie," —he hardly moves when you slide up beside him, resting a hand over his own— "you know I love you, right?"

The look he gives you is ripe with hurt, threatening to spill over with every blink of his big, sad eyes.

"I'm serious. Do you really think I'd rather be with a guy like that?"

Eddie doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. Your heart fucking breaks—snapped right in half along the dotted line. He thinks you'd leave him. Like it wouldn't break you just the same.

"Honey . . . do you think a guy like that would care if I got home safe? Or go out of his way to pick up my favorite drink for me?"

That gives him pause. You take advantage of the gap in his armor, sliding between the place he stands and the table until your bodies are flush, wrapping your arms tight around his neck.

"Guys like that are selfish, Eddie," you whisper, trailing kisses down the side of his face, "he wouldn't treat me as well as you do."

Eddie shudders in your grasp. Your tongue just brushes the shell of his ear. "He couldn't touch me the way you do."

He's already breathless at the idea. "God, can I touch you?"

You guide his hands to your waist in silent permission. Eddie's grip is tight at the fabric of your skirt, nails digging at your hips when his urgent mouth meets yours, kissing you reckless. He's sloppy, impassioned—the way he normally gets when you both already have your clothes off and he can't pretend he has any self-control anymore. His tongue is past your lips when he stumbles backwards, pulling you along with him until his knees bump the couch.

And if this were a normal night, he'd sit down on the cushions before pulling you into his lap. On a normal night, you'd ride him, bouncing on his cock until there were tears on his cheeks and he was begging you to let him cum.

But things are different with this shot of confidence in his veins, because he guides you down onto the couch—hand at the back of your neck so you couldn't stop kissing him even if you tried—laying you down against the overstuffed cushions as he crawls on top.

"Can I?" he asks again, fingers already pulling haphazardly at the buttons on your top. Your mouth has gone dry. All you can offer is a nod.

And he's so sure of himself as bares your skin, mouthing at your neck until your own hands shake. He's so sure of himself, sliding down the zipper on your skirt, getting it out of his way, a warm hand between your thighs.

"Eddie," you whisper.

"Yes, dove?" His wet words hit right at your collar bone, and he peers up at you with big dark eyes from behind fogged glass.

You don't remember what you were going to say. Maybe something like I need you or fuck me, please or I think I'm in love with you, but nobody needs words in a moment like this. You slide your hand into the space between your bodies, slipping his belt from the buckle.

And he understands that perfectly.

You're still half-dressed, feeling dirty and desperate while Eddie grips at your breast over your bra, hyper-aware of his other fumbling hand pressing the hot tip of his cock against your hole.

Your back lifts from the couch, curved like a half-moon from that first, deep thrust, a low moan on your lips. Eddie pauses, fully seated inside you, and he curls one arm around your waist, holding you closer. His other hand travels the length of your arm, slipping his fingers between your own.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and you maintain the contact even though it feels like you're dying, like you won't live another second if he doesn't give you the pleasure that's been promised.

He lifts your hand to his mouth, presses his lips to the soft skin on the back of your hand. His lips are wet enough that the print turns cold when he pulls away.

"You're mine," he whispers. He leaves no room for argument.

And then he's thrusting so deep inside you it's changing the rhythm of your heart. He buries you against the old, over-stuffed cushions, hand squeezing yours and his teeth scraping along your neck, mouthing those same words until they're etched into your skin.

You're mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

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blucassiopeia · 10 months

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Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

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Chapter 9: Memories from above - Part. 2

It was him, you were sure.

There was no doubt. The raven-black hair that fell over his face, those broken glasses that magnified his small eyes, his shy and unsure walk.

He had his head down, afraid to meet anyone's eyes in this crowd. But no one was paying attention to him, no one could notice the panicked look on his face. But through the subway train, through the seats and the people, you had noticed that figure.

Niragi had come out at the Shinjuku subway station. He had walked exactly fifteen minutes from there, without taking a train. He had spotted a shack of abandoned materials that ran along the tracks. He had climbed the stairs, put his school bags on the ground, and watched from a distance to see if a train was coming towards him.

You didn't know what made you follow him here. For all you knew, this man ahead of you could be a lunatic, a dangerous man who could hurt you. It was so stupid and irresponsible to follow him here, in a place as deserted as the Sahara. Besides, it was far from your initial destination, except that after having laid eyes on him in the subway, it was impossible for you to let him go like that.

So discreetly, you went after him, hiding behind cars and other street corners every time he turned his head towards you. It wasn't as hard as you thought, because he seemed to have so many things on his mind, that it was impossible for him to pay attention to what was going on around him.

"Hi," you had hopped in front of him, once you had climbed the stairs to the same abandoned cabin. He gasped, a stunned look on his face as he discovered who had surprised him here. You sat on the edge of the roof, your legs dangling.

"I- uh, what- I'm," he stammered with difficulty and the look of incomprehension on his face had you giggling softly.

"Niragi, right?" You had asked even though you had remembered his first name very well. It had been exactly three weeks and two days since that night when he had assaulted that man outside the bar. And since then, not a single day had passed without you thinking about it. The mystery of that act still unsolved. "I passed by you in the subway, towards Shinanomachi. I couldn't let you get away like that."

Despite your explanation, Niragi still had a gaping mouth and wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe his luck. He was torn between running away without looking back, or confronting you if he could only have the honor of hearing the sound of your voice one more time.

"I'm not going to eat you, relax," you had joked to lighten the mood, but strangely enough, it seemed to worry him even more.

Niragi stood straight as a post, thumbs clenched into fists, and he avoided your gaze at all costs, as if the weight of your irises on him could reduce him to dust.

Still, he said nothing, did nothing. He just stood there, not knowing where to put himself. "I... I'm sorry but... what are you doing here?"

"Oh, your tongue seems to be getting better," you commented, deliberately ignoring his question. You were satisfied to know that despite being discharged from the hospital by your supervisor (still such an asshole to this day), Niragi had managed to take care of himself and heal his wound. "Well, I'm glad. It's not easy to heal a tongue, you know. When I was little, I missed a step on the stairs at my grandmother's house and split the whole side of my tongue. It took a good three weeks to heal, just that!"

Niragi didn't know what to say, he remained silent as he listened to your little story. He had so many things going through his head at that moment that it was impossible for you to even know what he was thinking.

There was no noise around you, except for the screech of car horns that could be heard far, far away. There weren't really any birds here, or even any workers. Only the sound of your voices broke the silence. It was a cloudy day too, the sun hidden high, very high, but no rain was forecast. Only the greyness of the nice month that was April.

"Do you live around here?" You had asked after a few seconds, once you had noticed that he didn't really know how to react to your story. In fact, he didn't even know how to act towards you anymore, as if he had suddenly forgotten what it was like to act normally. "This is a pretty bleak place..."

"No, I... I live in Shibuya, near the park. But I often come here to go to college." Niragi had looked down at his hands as he said the words, then looked away to see if the train he was waiting for was finally coming.

"Keio University? That school sucks..." It was true that this university was much more known for its dilapidated walls and endless construction sites than for its success and prestige.

"It's not as bad as it looks..."

"Really? It looks like a school for delinquents and bullies over there." You mused quietly without really seeing that last-word had made every bone in Niragi's body freeze like a child caught in the act. He didn't move a muscle and that was starting to annoy you a lot. You were far, far from being a mean person and seeing him scared every time he met your eyes was annoying.

"Really, I don't mean to sound so rude, but... why did you follow me?"

You swung your feet into the void, taking a long breath of fresh air as if to keep the suspense going. It wasn't to amuse you, but Niragi deserved that little bit of anxiety time before you finally confronted him. "I wanted to know why you assaulted that poor man outside the bar last time?"

A wave of panic swept across Niragi's irises, and despite all the stammering that came out of his mouth, not a single clean word could be heard. It was almost comical. You could have laughed a little bit, but you had to have an answer, and to know once and for all what was the reason of this misunderstanding. Because it was surely a misunderstanding, it couldn't be anything else.

"Huh? I mean... I mean, what? Sorry, I... I don't know what you're talking about." A response like this was to be expected.

"Mmh, I think you know what I'm talking about, on the contrary." You stared at him, squinting your eyes, as if that was enough to make him confess everything.

"No, really, you must have me confused with someone else." Niragi was a very bad liar. He avoided your gaze at all costs (even though he had been doing that since you arrived), he played nervously with his fingers (but that hadn't stopped since you first spoke to him), and above all, he had that tremor in his voice that couldn't deceive you (and that seemed to be his natural voice, after all).

"Ah," you nodded slowly, pretending to agree with him. As if you had to inevitably take his word for it. "Weren't you the one who tased a tall, rather good-looking man outside the Koko Bop three weeks ago? For no apparent reason?"

Niragi shook his head from right to left firmly, "Affirmative, it wasn't me."

"Anyway, you know what? If I ever find this person, I'll tell them it's okay. I guess there's a good explanation for that." Maybe it was a strategy of preaching the false to find out the true, but from what you could see, either way, Niragi didn't seem to want to admit anything.

"Maybe it's... Maybe this person wanted to help you?"

You understood what was going on, now. He would talk about himself in the third person, assuring tooth and nail that he wasn't the attacker, but he would still seek to justify his actions. It was very clever, or completely stupid, you didn't know yet. "Why would anyone help me? Everything was fine."

Niragi thought for a second, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth before resuming, "Maybe that person thought that man meant you harm and that person wanted to protect you?"

"You think so?" You took in this new information, trying to figure out if this could explain it. But above all, to determine if this was justifiable or if on the contrary, it was unforgivable.

Niragi nodded his head up and down, this time, still firmly.

"And how would you explain that this person was there, at that time?"

"Uh... that, I don't know." He admitted in a slightly more uncertain voice, "Tokyo is very large, after all. I imagine there are plenty of people who would come to the help of someone in distress. If it wasn't him, it could have been anyone."

"You may be right, but I know for a fact that this person lives in Shibuya. And this bar is located in Kōtō. That's quite a distance from there, don't you think?"

"Then, if you find that person, you'll have to ask him." He stated proudly, as if he had managed to trick you at your own game. He was smart, you could admit.

"Mmh, I hope one day I get my hands on him then." You stated as you looked him straight in the eye, just to let him know that you weren't done with him and that you could see through his little game.

A small silence fell between the two of you, and Niragi was still standing, only a meter or two away from you while your legs were swaying from the ledge. There was still no train on the horizon, and not a cat around. Birds flew overhead, and finally, Niragi decided to relax and took a seat at the edge of the cabin, just like you. He sat down at a reasonable distance from you, with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees.

You wondered how he was able to see clearly through his broken glasses, and despite the fact that he told you he didn't have any spare money to spend, you wished he could fix his glasses. He had a beautiful face, through all that shyness. He had pronounced but delicate features, small almond-shaped eyes and well-defined lips. He still had that piercing on his eyebrow that seemed to have healed better, too.

You were well aware that you were staring at him, but without embarrassment, you noticed those purple marks that were on his neck that he was vainly trying to hide with the collar of his jacket. Niragi did not move, even if he felt like a statue frozen under the glance of Medusa who would have changed him suddenly into stone.

He seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. As if his life was only about surviving under the threat that the depths of the earth would swallow him whole. He was unhappy, it was written on his face. It was so easy to read, his aches and worries were crystal clear.

"I think I've been here before," you admitted after a moment, looking away to look into the distance. "It was raining like crazy, it wouldn't stop. I've been here, on the roof of one of these shacks, like this one. I was standing at the edge, waiting for a train to come. I told myself that I would throw myself under the first one that came by." He would listen intently, and you would tell your little story as if no one could hear you. As if no onlooker could judge you. "I waited, and waited, and waited. I waited so long that after a while it stopped raining. And no train ever came. With the storm, a power pole fell on the tracks and froze all traffic."

If he was surprised by your sudden confession, he said nothing except, "So, what did you do?"

"I went down, got on the subway and went home. I took a shower, heated up some ramen and went to bed. The next day, I went back to work, as if nothing had happened." It wasn't as hard to admit all this as you thought it would be. In fact, it made it much more trivial than you were making it out to be up to now.

Niragi was looking at you carefully now. Perhaps he had forgotten why he felt so intimidated until now, as if your story had made him realize that you were not so different from each other after all. "Why didn't you try to do it again?"

A smile played on your lips as you finally met his eyes. He looked intrigued, really, as if the reason you were about to give him would help him understand why you were here. "Don't you understand?" He frowned. "I was looking for a sign from the universe, at the time. And the universe gave me one. There were no trains that day." He didn't seem to understand any more despite your explanation. "And today the universe is sending you a sign, too."

"Really?" He looked around suddenly, as if the sign was written somewhere in big letters with arrows and neon lights that would tell him what it was.

A real chuckle came out of your mouth this time, which called Niragi to order and his disbelieving eyes landed on you again. "What do you think I'm doing here?" It was a bit pretentious to consider yourself a sign of the universe, true, but if it would make Niragi understand that he wasn't alone, then why not.

You didn't understand this sudden urge to want to help him. Maybe his frightened look reminded you too much of your own, or the way he was so insecure made you want to protect him from all the thugs in the world. He didn't seem to be able to defend himself, or even brave enough to save his own life in case of a violent altercation.

Perhaps he had felt like he had grown wings that evening when you left the bar. Anyway, he was intriguing and mysterious, and that made him attractive, somehow. It was nothing sexual, far from it, it was just an undeniable attraction that would be only justified by the way he acted and the way he was. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you do for a living, Niragi?"

"I... I don't have a job yet. Truth be told, I graduate tomorrow. And... I have a job interview, first thing Monday."

"That's great, congratulations!" You were suddenly getting enthusiastic, but Niragi didn't seem any more excited than that at the thought. On the contrary, he seemed rather dreadful about both events. "Why would you want to throw yourself under a train the day before graduation?"

His attention turned back to you, as if you had just said the forbidden words. Okay, there had been this sort of silent agreement that had determined Niragi's presence here, but saying it out loud made it sound much duller and dreary than he found it to be. "I don't know, why wait?"

"Mmh, fair enough." you contemplated the answer as you began to play with the hem of your sweater. It was true that if he wanted to do the unthinkable, the events to come were no longer important in the cycle of life. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing was expected or hoped for. "What's that degree about, anyway?"

"Video game engineering," he then explained, glad to see you weren't arguing the point further. "I promise you, it's not as nerdy as it sounds. It's mostly coding and math, really."

"Sounds pretty nerdy to me," you joked and for the first time, Niragi smiled. It was a nice smile, reserved and blushing on his cheekbones, but it was cute and it made you smile too. It was nice to know that you had the ability to provoke that in him, it was a kind of proof that finally the joy had not totally disappeared in him.

A dog barked in the distance, a car honked, still no train.

"Do you have a family?" you asked after a few seconds of silence, once your little laughter had died down.

"It's just me and my sister. She keeps asking me for money that I don't have..."

Niragi didn't give any more information and you felt it would almost be inappropriate to ask him more, like where his parents were and how he ended up alone with his sister. Maybe that was a story for another time. "What's her name?"

"Sarika. She's seventeen, and she's a spoiled brat."

Once again, you let out a small laugh, "Ha, I remember when I was seventeen, I was a spoiled brat, too."

Niragi laughed a little bit. He seemed to finally, finally relax a bit and feel comfortable with you. He probably felt that finally you were not a malicious soul and that you were not there to hurt him. That was rare for him, and somewhere along the line, he feared it would only be a short-lived pleasure. "I don't picture you like that at all, though."

"Oh believe me, I gave my grandmother a run for her money," you explained with a shorter breath, recalling the few memories of your teenage years. "The cops brought me home more than once, it was a real mess..."

There was that intriguing little look that gilded in Niragi's eyes that betrayed his desire to know more, and unless he was mistaken, he would never dare ask you anything about your personal life. Even though you had made a lot of effort to be interested in his own life, he was afraid to ask you about your own, fearing to break through the boundaries. What boundaries, he didn't know. But it felt like there were, and he would be extremely angry at himself for inadvertently crossing them.

"My grandmother raised me," you would finally explain, and Niragi was relieved to hear you say it, and that he didn't need to ask you. "Turns out my mom was a spoiled brat, too. Except she never grew up and fled her responsibilities. I think she's somewhere on a boat in Indonesia, last I heard."

"What about your dad?" he finally asked, swearing to himself that he was an absolute dick for letting his mouth speak before his brain could stop him.

"No idea, I never met him. I don't think my mom even knows who he is..." To Niragi's eyes, you didn't seem angry about the question, on the contrary, it seemed to make you happy that he was interested in you too. And it was true, he had finally let go, or at least forgotten why he came here. As if finally, all he needed was for someone to talk to him and be interested in who he was.

For the first time in his life, Niragi felt seen. Many people looked at him, saw him walking down the street with his head down, his teachers watched him attend their classes, and his attackers watched him being abused and tortured by their own hands - but here, and now, Niragi was seen. And God, did it feel good.

"Fuck, that sucks..." He let out and instantly led his hands over his mouth, as if that would wipe away what he had just said. You laughed broadly at his wide eyes, fear and dread taking a new place in the middle of his irises. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..."

"Don't worry about it. You're right, it does suck..." You laughed so hard at the tips of his ears turning a shameful red that it caused a bar in your stomach that made it hard to breathe.

Niragi avoided your gaze again, his lips closed to keep himself from saying something stupid again. There was still no train approaching and for a moment Niragi wondered if another electric pole had collapsed on the tracks, which would have caused a total stop of traffic, at least for the day. However, or as if to prove him wrong, the silhouette of a train appeared on the horizon, at last. It was coming at full speed, the perspective getting bigger and bigger as it got closer. The horn sounded loudly, and Niragi stared at it.

He stared at the way the wheels squeaked against the rails and the way the cars moved in a turbulent way due to the speed of the machine. He had been waiting for this moment all day. As soon as he woke up this morning and made his decision. He had thought about it during his computer class, during lunch and all the way here. He had made his decision, it was today.

But as the train headed towards you, the urge to jump seemed to get further and further away. It all seemed insignificant now. And your eyes sticking to his skin burned him harder than the sun in summer. He couldn't describe how he felt, except lost.

The train passed by, and threw a huge warm wind between you two. His hair ruffled and the bottom of your skirt flew up so hard that you had to hold the fabric back before it exposed your thighs. Then the train drove away, leaving a new space for emptiness and silence as it moved further to the other direction.

You didn't need to point out the fact that he hadn't jumped. There was no reason to ask why or how that was. That wasn't important, far from it. What was important was that Niragi was still sitting beside you. He was there. He was definitely there.

"There are five guys from my school waiting for me every week when I get out of class." He would open his mouth after a moment and the next words he would say sounded not like a confession, but like an explanation. "They're waiting for me and they're harassing me. They're making a meeting with me under the bridge, near the river. If I don't come, then the next time will be much worse."

You listened attentively, your gaze on his fragile figure. He looked like a little boy, frightened by the grip of a strict parent.

"I tried to stand up to them, but there are too many of them. I'm no match for those... those... assholes." Niragi's eyes were glued to his hands, and his voice was starting to shake again. His face was hidden by his hair that fell over his cheeks, preventing you from seeing that tears were beginning to bead at the corners of his eyes. "They... they torture me and beat me. I... I don't know what to do anymore to stop this madness."

He wasn't waiting for an answer, you knew that. He sniffed. A pause. Then he continued.

"They make me a target out of me and have fun throwing baseballs at me. Fifty points in the intimate parts, a hundred points in the face. They... they're the ones who pierced my eyebrow, I was never on that fucking train that derailed last month," he was crying his eyes out now, you could hear it in the sound of his voice. Even though he still refused to look at you, you didn't even dare move, afraid that it would scare him into saying anything more. "I... made it all up because I was too ashamed!"

You didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to speak out about it all either, but if it helped take any weight off his shoulders, then you were willing to accept offering a listening ear willingly.

"They wanted to make me eat rice that they had peed on before, and...and when I refused, they pierced my tongue with a syringe they found in the garbage." It was absolutely horrifying. So much so that it sent shivers down your spine. Who could be cruel enough to inflict that on another human being.

Niragi wasn't the bravest or the strongest, but to take advantage of a man's distress to inflict his most outlandish ideas on him was something you couldn't describe as anything but inhumane. It was simply shameful to be like that. Your hands became sweaty, your breath short as you hung on every word Niragi said.

"I don't know what to do anymore... I wanted it to stop... I wanted this nightmare to stop," Nigari took his head in his hands, sobbing his heart out. He didn't care if you judged him or laughed at him for crying like that (he'd heard he cried like a little girl too many times before), and now nothing mattered but the weight of a bowling ball that seemed to flatten his heart and lungs.

You didn't know what to do either. What to do against such a confession? The sound of your heart breaking into a thousand pieces could be heard over Niragi's sobs that caused his body to shake frantically. So that was the reason for his unhappiness and uneasiness, the reason why he had come here today.

That was the reason you had met him on the subway and followed him. Today was the day it was all supposed to start. It wasn't the end, after all - it wasn't the day Niragi would throw himself under the train tracks. No, it would be the first day of the rest of his life, the day you would help him defend himself, and face those bullies. It was a day of beginning, and a day of change.

Yes, it was decided. It was today.

So you got up from your spot to walk the few dozen centimeters that separated you, and Niragi was startled by your touch, the one that encircled his face and pressed him against your chest. At first he tried to struggle, but with a word of encouragement on the tip of your lips and a gentle voice, he finally rested against you. You could feel the tears running down his cheeks into your neck, and the embrace you were offering him caused him to sob a little harder. He was clutching your sweater so tightly, as if he was afraid you would suddenly go away and leave him alone again.

But you wouldn't leave. Not now. That was out of the question.

He needed help, he was in distress. And you would never leave someone in distress to fend for themselves. It was too hard, much too hard. You knew that.

"I'm here, Niragi, I'm not leaving. Look, I'm staying with you." you held him close, "Shh, I'm here."

And he cried, and cried again, until there was not a single drop left to pour.

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Are you guys still there? It feels like the fandom is dying… Where are my Niragi stans at yo???

Okay okay; so I made this a part two of the previous' chapter, just cause it felt more like a follow up than a next chapter; and I didn't have the time to write it last time and update it so soon so that's why I made 2 parts

Anyways; next chapter, I promise we'll get back to the borderlands and light some shit up

Please don't hesitate to comment cause that's basically the only thing I live for and I really need that to keep me going from writing <3

Nageoire

#love is chaos #aib #aib niragi #niragi suguru #niragi imagine #niragi x reader #niragi x you #alice in borderlands #alice in borderlands niragi #niragi angst #niragi x y/n

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𝐶𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒？||𝑀𝑌𝐺||

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜|| 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚘c||

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚|| 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚐𝚝||

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨||𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏!𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑/𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮— 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒.||

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧|| 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙈𝙞𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 :) 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩.

“I don’t know Jas... You sure he won’t mind?“ the female on the other end of the phone said cautiously.

“Kia, Why would he?” Jasmine scoffed, “I’m a grown ass woman.”

“A grown ass married woman,” Kia sighed, “Don’t you think it’s weird that you’re going to a night club full of thirsty single men, and you’re married?”

“No. I just think of it as me being young, wild and free,” Jas shrugged.

“Jasmine.” Kia said firmly.

“Kia I’m going out with you tonight. I don’t care what you say, nor do I care what Yoongi has to say about it if he finds out.”

“Alright…I gotta get ready, bye.” Kia rolled her eyes.

“Bye~” Jas giggled.

As soon as she hung up the phone she got another phone call, from her husband.

Speak of the devil. She thought, answering the phone, “Hi babe, what’s up?”

“I need you to come home right after work,” he said in a calm but deep voice.

“Why?” Jas said in a confused voice.

"I can't tell you that right now, just get home as quick as you can." Yoongi sighed.

"I can't." She stampered over her words, "I have a uh... appointment!"

"Appointment? For what?" Yoongi said confused.

"Uhm...I hurt my hip last night... and I scheduled an appointment." She nervoisly giggled.

"You seemed fine this morning," Yoongi said suspiciously, "What happened?"

"I was..Lifting boxes.." She lied, "And I uh...I think I pulled a muscle."

"Oh really," Yoongi said firmly, "Alright, I'll see you when you get home I guess."

The phone clicked off and Jasmine let out a relieved sigh, She hated lying to Yoongi but she really wanted to go out.

She went straight to Kia's house to pick her up, when she pulled up to the house she saw Namjoon at the front door talking to Kia, with a confused look on his face.

Kia rushed to the car and hopped in, "Hey girl, you ready to go?"

"I thought Joon was at work?" She said confused.

"He came home a few hours ago. Is that a issue?" Kia frowned.

"No, I'm just surprised he didn't interrogate you about going out."

"That because we have trust." Kia smiled, " Don't you and Yoongi trust each other?"

"Yeah...Yeah of course we do." Jas lied, if its one thing her relationship lacked, it was trust.

As They pulled up to the bar, Jasmine's ears were met with a large bass boost, and screams, just like she imagined, "Alright." She said parking the car, "You ready to have the time of our lives?"

"Fuck yeah!" Kia squealed.

When they walked into the club, they immediately split ways.

Jas went to go get drinks and Kia went to find a table.

At the bar, Jas ran into her old friend, giving a warm smile she squealed, "Mimi!"

The brown haired bar tender turned around confused, then came to realization when she seen the female standing in front of her, "Jasmine? Is that you girl?! I haven't seen you since you disappeared with your husband!"

"Yeah...I missed this place." She said looking around the bar.

"It misses you too, How are you and that hunk doing now?" She said with a country accent, pouring her a cup of whiskey.

"Lord, you have no idea!" She rolled her eyes, taking the cup and gulping it down.

"That bad huh?" Mimi chuckled.

"It's not even bad, it's just- He always wants to know where I am and what I'm doing, like im going to cheat on him or something!" She shouted.

"Are you?" Mimi folded her arms.

"What type of question is that?!" She said slaming her cup on the counter, "Have you seen my husband! Why would I even think about cheating?"

"I don't really think he doesn't trust you. I think that its just him wanting to make sure you're okay at all times." Mimi shrugged, "You say you love him, you should be loyal to him at all times."

Jas stayed quiet.

"You are loyal..." Mimi said leaning closer to her, "Right?"

"Well... I didn't tell him I was coming here tonight..." Jas said regretfully.

"What did you tell him?" Mimi frowned.

Jas let out a huge sigh, "I told him a had a fucking appointment..."

"And that's where you fucked up." Mimi laughed, "I'm not a love doctor. You came here to have fun, make the best of it. And when you get home tonight, tell him everything and apologize." She said handing her a bottle of whiskey and red wine.

"Thanks Mimi." Jas smiled, taking the bottles, walking them over to Kia, who was sitting in the far right of the bar.

Jas popped the bottles open and they immediately started drinking, cup after cup. Jas wanted to limit her drinking, but she also wanted to have fun.

She got a little tipsy and Kia was completely drunk. She decided to look at her phone and it was a quarter past four in the morning.

Jas let out a huge sigh, "Kia....Kia come on get up!"

"One more minute~" Kia slurred her words.

"Ugh! Come on I have to get home!" "Alrighty, Alright! Lets go!" Kia said stumbling out of the bar.

It was a good thing Jas didn't drink so much and she was still able to drive.

She drove Kia back home, and watched as Namjoon laughed at her, carrying her into her house.

Before she went home, she changed back into the sweat pants and shirt she had on when she left home that morning for work.

When she finally got back home, she felt her stomach turn a bit. She didn’t know if it was regret or pure fear.

She unlocked the door, and opened it, walking into the pitch black room.

The silence was quite loud as she turned the living room light on.

She took her shoes and jacket off, and continued to the bedroom.

When she turned the light on, she looked over at the bed to see yoongi sitting up in bed, staring at her.

“Hello love.” He said in a flat tone.

“Baby…I thought you’d be sleeping by now.” She nervously giggled.

“How’d the appointment go.” He said getting out of the bed, walking to the closet.

“It uh…” she cleared her throat, “it went well.”

“Uh huh.” He scoffed, “And what happened after that love?”

“Uhm… I went to get some food.” She lied.

“With who?” He said pulling red rope out of the closet placing it on the bed.

“St..Stella.” She gulped, “I went with Stella..”

“Hm..” Yoongi tilted his head, “that’s funny…Stella and Mark are on Vacation… on Jeju island.”

Jas stayed quiet.

“I got a call from Namjoon.” He chuckled, “he told me that you came and got Kia. And both of you were wearing seductive clothing.”

“Yoongi I-“

“Now, why would you wear seductive clothing to a doctors appointment?” He said with a straight face.

“Yoongi I can explain.” She stuttered.

“Your location and phone were also off.” He got up and walked towards the woman, “Why was that?”

“My phone died…” She said stiffly.

“Oh really?” Yoongi said walking back to the bed, grabbing his phone and calling her.

Which her phone rang.

Jas stayed silent, thinking of what the hell to say next.

“What’s wrong babe?” He giggled, “Cat got your tongue or something?”

“Yoongi just let me explain…” She sighed.

“On I will.” He said sitting on the bed, “Go on.”

She didn’t know if she should tell the truth or lie, “I…wasn’t at the doctors… nor was I out eating.”

“So you are lying to me.” He smiled, “Alright… So where were you?”

“I was out.. clubbing.” She stuttered.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, “Clubbing? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think you would let me go…”

“Jasmine I’m not you’re fucking father. You can go where you please. But you are sitting here lying to my face!”

“What did you want me to do huh?! It’s like You already don’t even trust me!”

“You’re lying to me, you told me you were going to the fucking doctors for your hip!” He snickered, “And I come to find out you’re just out partying with fucking Kia! And you think I should trust you.”

“At least Namjoon trusts her!”

“Because she tells the fucking truth!” Yoongi yelled back, “Kia is brutally honest, she doesn’t give a shit what Joon says! You want trust you have to earn it just like she does.”

“So I don’t deserve you’re trust!?”

“Are you fucking drunk or something?” He rubbing his head, “You just sat here and lied to you’re husband. And you think you deserve trust?”

“Yoongi what do you want me to say?!”

“I would appreciate if you stop lying. And be honest from now on.” He chuckled.

"So you're not mad?!" She scoffed, “Not even a little bit?”

“No." He sighed, "Still a little disappointed. I would liked if you apologized though."

“I’m sorry okay!” She sighed, “I was going to tell you but I didn’t know how you would react.” She said rushing to the bathroom, “Glad we had this talk.”

“What do you think you’re doing now?” He smirked stopping her from walking through the door.

“I’m going to take a shower, so I can go to bed.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re not doing anything. Not until you get punished for lying to me of course.” He said running his hand through her curls.

“What?” She said in shock, "But I apologized!?"

"And? Actions speak louder than words sometimes love."

"But Babe I need to-"

“Clothes off. Now.” He smiled as he grabbed the red rope off of the bed.

“Yoongi are you serious-“

“I mean this was apart of the surprise I was going to give you when you came home, but I’m gonna turn it into a punishment.” He said grabbing her neck, “and I’m going to fuck you like I never have before.”

The feeling of his warm breath on Jasmines neck, made her stomach turn even more than before. But this time it was delightful.

She looked at him in dead in his eyes then leaned in to kiss him, which he followed.

As the both roughly took their clothes off, yoongi picked Jas up and threw her on the bed.

Yoongi broke the kiss and grabbed the rope once again, and tied Jasmines hands to the rails on their bed.

He backed up and smiled, “God you’re so fucking sexy..”

Jasmine giggled a bit.

“You would look even better with me inside of you though.” He smiled, “Shit I almost forgot.”

He walked out of the room, and Jasmine looked confused.

When he came back, he had a bowl of ice, and he had a satanic smirk on his face.

“Not the ice again Yoongi..” Jasmine chuckled.

“Why not? I love to see you loose your mind when I touch you with it..” he said getting back on the bed, over top of her.

She smiled, “perv.”

Yoongi took a piece of the ice and placed it on her nipple, causing her to moan…

“See… you love it when I do this…” he cuckled as he rubbed the ice on her, then licked the dripping water off.

“Fuck…” she said adjusting her posture.

Yoongi continued to drag the piece of ice down her body, approaching her clit.

"Its really cold..." She bit her lip.

"Of course it is, it is ice love." Yoongi smirked as her moved the ice in circles on her clit, while sliding a finger inside of her.

Jasmine's body jolted up in satisfaction as her husband drilled his finger inside of her, letting out loud moans.

"You like that don't you." He smiled.

"Fuck yes..." She groaned.

Yoongi took his fingers out and moved closer to her on the bed, releasing his cock from inside of his boxers. He untied her for a quick second and allowed her to sit up, and he placed his finger on her mouth, "Open wide for me love,"

Jas looked up at him as she opened her mouth, and Yoongi placed the tip of his cock in it.

She closed her mouth and immediately start bobbing her head.

"Holy shit baby, slow down..." Yoongi chuckled, "I wasn't ready for that!"

Jas didn't listen though, she continued to suck the living hell out of him.

Yoongi started to let out small grunts and groans of pleasure, "Shit... Just like that love...don't fucking stop."

As she kept going she felt Yoongi's hands take control of her head and started shoving his cock down her throat, which she loved.

"Take it all baby..." He said throwing his head back.

At this point you could hear Jasmine choking, but Yoongi wouldn't let up. And she didn't mind either.

"Fuck I'm close!" He said pumping into her mouth a couple more times, then shooting into her mouth.

Jasmine held his cum in her mouth for a bit, not sure what Yoongi wanted her to do.

"Swallow." He smirked wiping the remains off her lip, "Swallow every bit of it."

She obeyed.

“Good girl…” he chuckled, grabbing her arms and placing them behind her back, tying them together with the red rope.

He pushed her back on the bed, ass up and started playing with her hole, driving her insane.

“Stop fucking teasing me…” she moaned.

“Alright then,” he said shoving his length inside of her, causing her to let out a loud whimper.

He started pumping into her, slowly at first, but when he got used to her feeling he started pumping harder, and faster.

“Gotta slow down…” Jas said trying to move her hands, to slow him down.

“Slow down? You’ve taken more than this baby.” He grunted, as he continued to pound into her.

“Oh god..” she whimpered, “feels so fucking good…”

“Shit baby…” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good!”

Jasmine start mumbling into the pillow.

Yoongi turned her head around and whispered in her ear, “What did you say babe? I couldn’t hear you clearly.”

“I want you to…” she moaned, “make me cum..”

“Louder.” He said smacking her ass, leaving a bright red mark on her.

“I want you to make me cum!”

“One more time baby..” he said slamming into her.

“Make me cum Yoongi!” She whimpered.

Yoongi started pumping into her as fast as he could and Jasmine felt her climax reach it’s peak, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body grew stiff and she instantly started shaking.

The only thing you could hear her whimper was “Fuck…fuck.”

“That’ll teach you not to lie to me again..” he smiled kissing her on the forehead, “We can go shower now love.”

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leelei1980 · 11 months

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Head over heels- an Eddie Munson Oneshot

Sorry, this one ended up longer than I intended it to be❤️

Eddie Munson POV:

I knew the first time I saw her at one of my Corroded Coffin shows that we were destined to be together. Oddly enough she was there on a date with Steve Harrington. I watched her politely chatting and sipping at her drink at a table in the back corner of the bar. Steve was being his usual charming self, trying to be super smooth and impress her ,but every once in a while I would see her eyes wander towards the stage where I was performing . This meant that it was absolutely fucking crucial that I put on the show of my life to impress this girl. I mean she was on a date with Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, super tough competition. I know better than everyone because I am one of his best friends. Does that make me an asshole for stealing the most amazing girl I have ever met away from him, probably , but if I'm being totally straight with you, I am one hundred percent fine with my decision.

Steve Harrington is a ladies man, he can have any woman he wants, and often times does, he goes through women like it's his job. I'm not judging , dude can live his life the way he wants, I am certainly no angel , that's for fucking sure. I just didn't want him to have this one.

After the first set was done I hopped down off the stage and went over to introduce myself. I was so fucking nervous but I had to act cool. I watched her gorgeous eyes get wide as I came closer, she bit her lip nervously and my heart raced. She was even more beautiful up close.

Steve congratulated me on my first set sounding amazing, I thanked him then turned my attention to the girl I had been dying to meet all night.

" I don't believe I have ever had the pleasure of meeting you Sweetheart, I'm Eddie, and you are?"

Her voice was sweet and was music to my ears. I , Eddie Munson , the man who said love didn't exist, total skeptic, was in love at first sight.

We chatted for a few brief minutes before I had to go back up on stage, definitely not long enough.

" It was wonderful meeting you Eddie," she flashed me a bright ,beautiful smile." I am looking forward to the second set."

" The pleasure was all mine Princess." I took her hand and brought it up to my lips. " Hope I see you again, uh, I mean I hope you come to another show. Thanks for uh, coming Steve." Real fucking smooth.

I called Steve the very next day, I had to know how the rest of the night went.

" So, how did the date go?" I asked casually.

" I liked her, a lot. She is a really cool girl, funny as hell, cute laugh, but she seemed pre occupied. Almost like she she was possibly distracted by a long haired Metal head that just happened to be performing on stage, and then flirting with my date when he wasn't."

" I wasn't flirting."

" Bullshit Munson. That's total bullshit and you know it. You called her Sweetheart and Princess and you kissed her hand. You know Girls eat that shit up. You totally cock blocked me. She was a total goner, eyes on the stage the whole time."

" What?" My heart started beating faster. " What do you mean?"

" She only had eyes for you the rest of the night. I should have known better than to bring her to your show. I thought my game was strong, but I obviously can't compete with a guy with a guitar and sweet , brown puppy dog eyes. I mean I can’t really blame her, you are awful sexy on stage. “ he chuckled.” Maybe you are doing me a favor, she has horrible taste in music- she knew every word to every song you sang last night. Ozzy, Metallica, Iron Maiden, all of them-"

" Are you fucking with me? She really knew all the songs?"

" Oh yeah. Don't let those big doe eyes and pink dress of hers fool you, she is a total metal head."

" Steve, seriously are you screwing with me? "

" No Munson, I'm not fucking with you. She really liked you. And as much as I'm pissed that you totally stole this super cool chick away from me, I kind of think that she is a better match for you anyway. That is why I gave her your number-"

" You what? Holy fucking shit Steve!" I almost dropped the phone. " You gave her my number... do you think she will call? "

" I would say there is an 8 out of ten chance that she will call."

"Holy Shit Harrington, I could fucking kiss you!"

" Uh a thank you works just fine. "

" Thank you Steve."

" Believe it or not I want to see you happy, who knows if she is it, but it is worth a try right? Just don't fucking blow it Munson. You can't let her know that your a total dweeb and that you play D&D and your the Dragon King-"

" Dungeon Master-"

" Whatever- don't scare her away with that shit right out the gate ok? You can't tell her your friends with a bunch of high school nerds-"

" So are you!!"

" That's not the point, you my friend need all the help you can get."

I scoffed."I'm not totally helpless Steve, I've gone out on dates before, Jesus, it's not like I don't know how to act around women, I just haven't hooked up or had as many one night stands as you-"

" Your right, you clearly have skills if you were able to distract this girl from my moves. Listen, you need to keep me posted ok? I need details."

" I will let you know if she calls, as for details... we shall see."

" Fair enough. Well good luck Eddie."

" Thanks Harrington." I hung up the phone and flopped back on my bed. My stomach was in knots. What if she didn't call? What if I sounded like a total asshole when I talked to her? All of these thoughts kept whirling around my head. I tried for hours to watch tv, read , do whatever I could to take my mind off this girl, what if she waited days, weeks! She probably wouldn't call me anyway-

The phone rang. Fuck! That could be her, but what if it wasn't ? What if it was a wrong number or what if it was someone selling encyclopedias?

Ring!

Shit! I stare at the phone for a moment, take a deep breath and answer," Hello, this is Eddie."

" Oh ! Hi Eddie! " It was her, holy fucking shit, and she sounded nervous." I uh, met you last night at your show, I don't know if you remember me-"

" Of course I remember you, you are fucking gorgeous- I mean you are friends with Harrington right?"

" Yes," I could hear her practically sigh in relief." I hope you don't think this is weird, I don't usually call guys-"

" It's not weird at all, I'm glad that you called Sweetheart."

" You are? Phew! You have no idea how nervous I was about calling, I mean I know I don't really know you, and I know that this sounds crazy but, I felt like maybe there was a connection? Maybe you felt something too? Hopefully? Shit, I am rambling, I sometimes do that when I am nervous, you probably think I am completely insane-"

I chuckle." I don't think that you are insane. In fact you are probably going to think that I am completely crazy because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night.."

" Really?"

" Yeah, and I was thinking about how I might not ever see you again, and how stupid I was for not getting your number. Then I felt guilty for wanting your number considering you were there with my friend.... I would really like to talk to you and get to know you better."

There was silence for a moment," I know that this is sudden and last minute, and I completely understand if you already have plans but-"

" I would love to see you again. "

" Do you know Benny's?"

" I love Benny's, when would you like to meet up?"

" 30 minutes? Is that too soon? "

" It's Perfect Sweetheart. I can meet you there in 30 minutes."

" Wonderful! Great! I will see you soon!"

" Can't wait." I waited for her to hang up then ran to the bathroom to splash on some cologne and try to tame my wild curls. When I was satisfied with my appearance I grabbed my leather jacket , hopped in my van and headed to the diner. I found a booth in the back that was a little more intimate and waited. Apparently she wanted to make a good impression by being early too because she walked in just minutes after I sat down. Her face lit up when she saw me sitting at the booth and she came back. She looked so goddamn cute. Instead of the pink dress she wore last night she had on a faded Metallica shirt, a jean skirt and some converse high tops. Absolutely perfect.

She slid in the seat across from me and ordered a Strawberry shake ( also my favorite)with cheeseburger basket, I ordered the same. And then we started talking...and talking. The waitress brought our food and we talked and ate, and when the baskets were gone I ordered pie for us to share, looking for any excuse to keep her there just a little bit longer. Conversation was so easy, we had so many things in common. We listened to the same music, read the same books, I loved watching her face light up when she talked about something she was passionate about, and she was smart and witty, a little sarcastic, and I fucking loved it. I don't think I had laughed that much in a long time. We sat there for hours talking, completely losing track of time until the waitress that I have known for a very long time now came over and politely asked us if she could have our table because the dinner rush had started. I looked at my watch , holy shit, we had literally been there from lunch to dinner. We apologized and she just smiled.

" Sorry Flo, we lost track of time."

" If I could I would let you two sit there all night, honey."

I snaked my hand out to grab the check before she could, paying the bill and leaving my favorite waitress a generous tip.

" You didn't have to pay Munson, it was my suggestion-"

I smiled , I liked it when she called me Munson, pretty sure I would like it if she called me an Asshole."Don't worry about it Sweetheart-" I slid out of the booth and offered a hand which she accepted with a smile. " Ladies first,"and I put my hand on the small of her back as we walked out of the diner. " Just buy me a drink sometime and we will be even."

She turned and smiled at me." Is that your smooth way of asking me to go out with you again?"

I smirked." Was it smooth enough for you to say yes?"

" It was pretty smooth. "

" Sooooo..." I followed her to her car and watched as she leaned her back against the door.

She squinted her eyes at me and bit her lip as if deep in thought. So fucking adorable. " I suppose so."

" You had me on pins and needles for a minute there Dollface."

She smiled." I can't appear too eager, I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression of me."

I leaned in a little closer," I bet you don't kiss on the first date , right?"

" Right," she moved in a little closer to me." But technically maybe we could count this as our second date? If we did then I could kiss you." I watched her gaze drift down my face from my eyes to my mouth.

" Well we did get all the introductions out of the way last night." I licked my lips and slowly leaned in.

She closed the gap bringing her sweet lips to mine.

I brought my hands up to lightly cup her face, her mouth, her skin was so soft. I found myself completely lost in that kiss, and I Eddie Munson , was completely head over heels.

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this-is-all-unreal · 10 months

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My Dear Friend

Part 13

Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, horror elements, mentions of injury.

I was having more hallucinations than normal. It's not a great sign after a head injury but I was scared to say anything. Dick was running himself ragged since Bruce was still away. Tim was very busy hanging out with this new guy and Jason was well Jason.

Felix seemed to be acting normal and I'd imagine if something was wrong with my head he would be the first to know. All the same I hated having the stitches. Sometimes when I moved my head I could feel the skin pull and worst of all when I brush my hair I can feel the bristles of the brush hit against them. It's caused me to not brush my hair all together.

Dick and I have elected to keep the head injury between us. He was scared Bruce wouldn't trust him anymore and I was scared he'd make me go to the hospital.

Jason hasn't really been out of his room since the run in with Joker and I couldn't really blame him if I missed my opportunity to catch the man who killed me. I'd be pretty upset too. He wasn't coming down to eat, he only left his room for patrol which he went out every night all night for. so I decided to bring him his food which Felix wasn't happy about.

"Just let him sulk. Oh boohoo I let the Joker get away boohoohoo."

"Don't make fun of him like that he's upset. You would be too."

"I wouldn't have had this problem. Joker would have been long dead if he tried to kill me."

"Yeah? He was trying to kill you. Why didn't you kill him then, tough guy?"

"Shut up that's why. I'm going to go see what's on TV. You have fun with baby-cries-alot." Felix could be so mean. I had the tray full of food all ready and I brought it up. I didn't hear anything from inside his room so I just knocked.

"Come in." I was surprised he was wanting company. I thought he'd tell me to leave but I wasn't going to waste my rare chance to see his room. I opened the door. His room was dark, all the curtains closed and only a dim desk light on. I thought maybe I woke him up but instead he was doing chin-ups. He was drenched in sweat. I felt embarrassed seeing him shirtless. It was different with Tim in the pool; Tim is still a boy and thin. I don't think I have ever been in a room with a shirtless man. I was thankful for the dim lighting now.

"I brought you some food. I hadn't seen you in the dining room.

"Yeah I have been eating on patrol." He said as he hops down from his pull up bar and uses a towel to dry his face. "Is that all you needed?" He asked as he took the tray from my hands. I didn't think he was attractive. The thought made me uneasy, maybe even sick so I wasn't sure why I was blushing.

"No, I also wanted to make sure you are okay. It's been a day and a half and you haven't left your room." Now that I say it out loud it doesn't sound like that much time but normally he'd be down in the living room reading or in the gym or library. There were a few places you could find him at the Manor. He chuckled,

"Just coming straight out with huh? Not very subtle of you. Did Dick put you up to this?"

"No, not at all. I was worried and Felix hasn't said so himself but I know he's sorry."

"Relax, I'm not mad at your imaginary friend." He started to pick some of the food off the plate and eat it.

"Who are you mad at? When I'm mad I try to avoid people too." He grinned for about half a second then let it fall.

"I'm mad at myself, kid. I let him get away and he crawled back into one of his holes. I'm gonna get him though. Whether Bruce likes it or not I'm gonna kill that clown." He said as he looked down at the food penitently. I wasn't sure what to say to that so I just nodded.

"Maybe you should skip going out tonight. Just stay in and read." I recommended. He shook his head no as he picked at the food some more.

"You know I can't do that. I'm gonna get him. If it's the last thing I do." He said matter of factly.

The poorly lit room made my hallucinations worse. My mind making shapes in the darkness. My eye was caught by a creepy looking old man in the corner. I knew logically Jason wouldn't have anyone in here and I don't think he knew any old men other than Alfred. The man in the corner just looked at me with an eerie smile. I did my best to ignore it.

"Want to go somewhere? Do something?" I ask pulling my focus back to Jason.

"You don't have to try and cheer me up. You hate leaving the Manor anyways." He wasn't wrong. As chaotic as it could get inside these walls the outside was much worse.

"No, come on. Take a shower and let's go see a movie or something." I was kicking myself. A movie sounded particularly bad. Alot of people in a dark room with loud sounds all over. But it seemed to peak his interest.

"You know what, that might be okay. That movie about that ax killer is out. Die Die Die or something like that. You like scary movies right?" I wasn't sure where he got the idea I would. I'm practically scared of my own shadow but if it distracted him I was willing to try.

"Yeah of course sounds like fun!"

"Great, I'm gonna shower. I'll meet you in the garage. We should probably take the bike and leave the 2 seater for Dick and Tim." I agree and let him get around. I didn't like the sound of getting on his bike with him. He drives so fast and one time he made Tim throw up by popping too many wheelies.

I reached the garage and sat on his bike waiting.

"You going to the movies? Seriously? Do you want to have a sensory overload?"

"I want him to feel better. He's mad at himself for letting Joker go."

"Yeah he should be. It was a rookie mistake."

"Stop being so mean. He's not mad at you anymore."

"I don't really care if he's mad at me Margaret I'm still mad at him! Now I have to watch a stupid movie with the guy. You are doing this on purpose to punish me." I just have to roll my eyes. Felix thinks everything is about him because normal it is but not today. I wanted to make sure Jason knew no one blamed him and maybe I could make him feel at least a bit better.

Jason came out and swung the keys around his finger as he got on the bike he grabbed a helmet off the ground and handed it back to me.

"You don't need one?" I ask as I put the back helmet on.

"Nope I'm already dead remember?" He said as he started up the bike. I grabbed him around his waist and said my prayers as we took off.

Was he really dead? I mean I knew he died but was he still dead? I wasn't sure if I would consider him dead. He talks, walks, eats, and thinks. I haven't seen him do it but I was sure he sleeps. I was pretty sure he had a heartbeat too. He had to be alive.

He flew like a bat out of hell the whole way there aside from the speed he was driving pretty safely though. I closed my eyes for most of the ride.

Once there, we got some snacks and tickets and got into our seats. It was a crowded theater which was just great. Jason was happy we could get a middle seat but I was cursing the fact.

"A horror movie? You went to see a horror movie? Are you stupid or are you some kind of masochist?" Felix was always more lively when in a big crowd it was like he was feeding off them.

Jason and I didn't talk much before the movie. He was too busy enjoying his Twizzlers and soda he got from the concession stand. I tried to offer him some popcorn but he said that was for me. He got the biggest bucket available there was no way I was gonna finish this.

Finally the movie starts and it's a bloodbath right from the jump. I kept my eyes on my monster bucket of popcorn.

"Hey, hey Margaret look up here." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. At first I thought it was Jason making some kind of voice but when I looked over at him he was fast asleep. Only Jason could fall asleep with so much screaming going on "Not him, me up here." Finally my eyes found their way to the screen. It was the killer of the film talking to me. It was like he was looking right at me. "You liking the movie?" He asked, his bottom half of his face was covered by a blood soaked bandana. I shook my head no. This was another hallucination. I was sure of it. That didn't make it any less scary.

"Felix?" I whisper, wanting to see if he was seeing this too. I got no answer.

"You don't like it? Hold on, how about now?" The killer asked as he drove the ax into a camp counselor's head. I winced at the gratuitous violence. I closed my eyes and shook my head harder. "How about now?" The voice was much closer, right next to me almost. I opened my eyes as I saw an ax swing down and land right into Jason's chest. He didn't even move. I jumped up and screamed. My popcorn flew everywhere as the killer who was now in the Isles with me pulled his ax from Jason. Jason's eyes popped open when I screamed and looked at me confused.

I ran as fast as I could out of the theater.

"You've actually lost it haven't you? Why are you running?" Felix was back and he didn't seem to understand why I was so scared. He must not be able to see my hallucinations.

"Margaret, wait!" I heard Jason yelling after me. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him surprised. "What happened? Did a jump scare get you? I didn't think the movie would be that scary for you." He said as he brushed popcorn out of his hair.

"Yeah it was a jump scare. I'm sorry we can go back in if you want." I say panting from my sprint through the theater. I was really hoping he didn't want to finish the movie.

"Nah, that movie blew. I fell asleep in the first five minutes. We can go." He said with a smile. I felt so bad. I wanted to make him feel better but I couldn't even sit through a movie.

As silly as it sounded I was really happy to see Jason didn't have his chest caved in. The ride back was much calmer. He seemed to go slower. I wondered if he thought I was still freaked out. Honestly I was but I'm always freaked out by something so he didn't need to change up his habits for me. It was kinda nice though. I laid my head on his back and closed my eyes. Jason was just a little rough around the edges but he had a good heart, whether it was beating or not.

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