#but if you’re gonna give me two fucking injured kids you’re gonna give them to ME and not any of the TRAINED STAFF
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that was a category 5 sam bitch monebt that was not even funny
#i’m normally very very coolheaded and calm during emergencies. it’s my thing#but if you’re gonna give me two fucking injured kids you’re gonna give them to ME and not any of the TRAINED STAFF#AND LIKE EMS DROVE RIGHT BY. THEY DROVE BY. I WAS LIKE THIS KID POPPED HIS ANKLE HES IN INTENSE PAIN THEY WERE LIKE#ONE SECOND . AND THEN TOOK 20 MINUTES!!!!#and then i was desperatly trying to find ice and EVERY EINGLE FIRST AID KIT WAS OUT.#and i ran into some swuad leaders and just started YELLING like WHY DO WE HAVE FIRST AID KITS IF THEY CANT EVEN BASICALLY STOCK THEM WITH I#AND OFC MY FIRST AID KIT HAS ICE BUT I HAD TO GIVE THAT AWAY TO **ANOTHER** INJURED KID#and then ems finally showed up. after 20 minutes. and i was like abojt to kill somone#my blood pressure is so high right now that wasn’t even funny#IDK WHY. they keep having me deal with medical/mental health emergencies. JUST BECAUSE. IM GOOD AT HNDLING IT#DOES NOT MEAN IM THE SAME AD A TRAINED SQUAD LEADER WHOS PREPARED TO DEAL WITH THIS!!!#IM HERE TO TAKE PICTURES AND RUN A BLOG. STOP MAKING ME YOUR FUCKING AMBULABCE DRIVEREERRR
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Chubby Chaser!Gojo Headcannons
Happy Valentines Day guys💕💕since I got no valentine, gonna make Gojo want me👏🏾😂no but in all seriousness..
It’s time we talk about Chubby Chaser!Gojo
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who had to do a double take when he first caught sight of you in the infirmary with Shoko. You’re new.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who makes it a point to introduce himself to you. He’s applying pressure, that’s for sure, but you’re familiar with his type. Talk a big game, can NEVER back it up. You wave off his attempts at flirtation and Gojo can already tell he has his work cut out for him.
That’s fine, he’s always loved a challenge.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who greets you with an enthusiastic “hello (y/nn)!” with whatever treat he picked up from the bakery on his way to work. He tries, you’ll give him that, if there’s ever something you don’t like, he’ll take it for himself and gift you what he originally had. It’s cute, you’ll admit, but it’s gonna take more than baked goods to roll you over.
So he ups the ante.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who purposely gets himself injured so he can see your cute chunky face more often. It’s comical to you honestly, one of the greatest sorcerers to exist and he allows himself to get hurt for the sake of seeing you. Okay, maybe he’s not as bad as you think.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo whose compliments become more and more authentic and thoughtful as you spend time together. What started with “you look beautiful today, (Y/N)” transitioned into “I feel safe being vulnerable with you.” It had taken you aback at first, the great Gojo Satoru doesn’t allow himself vulnerability, so for him to so openly admit that tugs on your heartstrings.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who waits until it’s the most romantic day of the year to ask you on a date. He went all out, had the kids decorate the infirmary in a way that displayed how much you meant to him, but was also easy to work around. He was nervous, terrified if he was going to be honest with himself, before he realized that no matter how this turned out, you’d still be the best thing to ever happen to him.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who feels the wind get knocked out of him when he sees you walk through the door. He swears every time he sees you he falls in love all over again. He can’t help but picture a life where it’s the two of you, no curses. You’re making coffee for the both of you as he has his arms wrapped around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder. He’d kiss the roll of fat on your neck and nuzzle your chubby cheek as you giggled at his ministrations.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who professes his love for you unapologetically. When he loves, he loves with everything in him and he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who releases the biggest sigh of relief when you agree to be with him. You’ll want for nothing and you’ll never have to question his love for you.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who makes good on that promise. Who is insatiable in his thirst for you. If you thought he was a lot before, he’s an absolute menace now.
Chubby Chaser!Gojo who’s never been shy about his desires and has no problem voicing them to you. Or showing you either.
He’s got you propped up on his face. You were a bit apprehensive at first before you realized just who you were dealing with, then all hesitation went out the window.
He’s lapping up whatever juices he can gather from your hole, making a point to stiffen his tongue to fuck your hole with it. He’s got both hands holding your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “G’nna cum for me, pretty? Gonna make a mess for me?” He mumbles into your cunt, looking up at you through his thick white lashes. He can’t get enough of your taste, your juices sweeter than any dessert he could buy. “Yeah, ‘toru. ‘M close, so close.” You whimper, fisting his snow, white hair. You grind your hole against his face, feeling your orgasm begin to wash over you. “Fuck! Fuck, ‘toru. ‘M gonna cum!” You practically shout. Satoru holds onto your thick thighs to help ground you as your orgasm pulses through you. You’re trembling, that being the hardest you’ve ever cum before, but you know the best is yet to come.
You collapse beside Gojo just as he licks his lips, cleaning the remnants of you from his face. You catch your breath as he climbs over you, hands running up and down your body, grabbing at your love handles.
“Think you can take both?”
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fighting with price and ghost
Simon Ghost Riley x reader
Liability series chapter six!
summary: reader gets herself into yet another mess, Price has had enough.
warnings: cursing, angry price, blood, angry ghost, Johnny is a sweetheart
Liability masterlist:
https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share
Two days after her concerning dream things had been quiet. 141 had been on a mission and for a measly 48 hours she wasn’t being tortured with Ghost’s presence. Emma had been correct, there were rumors spreading amongst the other soldiers that she was sleeping with Ghost, which was why she never got in trouble for her behavior. They also speculated that Ghost was the reason she was on the base to begin with. She was fortunrate enough to overhear a couple people discussing her in the bathroom. She knew she should keep her mouth shut, but of course, she didn’t.
“Exactly why the fuck is my name in your mouth?” she asks emerging from the stall, watching as their faces contort in shock. “What did I ever do to you?”
“You seem to have a fucking halo on your head, you get away with everything! You’ve got Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost somehow wrapped around your finger!”
“Jesus what is with you people! In case you didn’t know, Ghost hates me! He’s been pushing to get me off of the base since I got here! Soap and Gaz are friends” she defends
“And Price?” the girl asks
“It must be his dick that she’s sucking” another sneers
“Fuck you!” she says as she pushes her back
“No fuck you bitch” the brunette responds, shoving her to the ground “unlike you, we’ve had to earn our place here!”
“Soldiers what is the meaning of this?!” a loud voice roars, they all turn their faces falling at the sight of Price standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. “Thought I heard trouble”
The two soldiers stand up stragight and she scrambles to her feet, staring at him, waiting for his words. He was livid, angrier than she’d ever seen. “Ladies I want you to give me ten laps, once you’re finished come to my office. You, come with me now”
The girls hurry out of the bathroom and jog outside, not without sparing her with death glares. Price nods his head to her and leads her into his office, he shuts the door behind them and pulls out the chair for her to sit in.
“Captain-” she starts
“Stop” he responds, holding his hand up. “Why is it that you are the center of every fucking mess on my base?”
“I don’t know sir”
“Listen kid, I’ve given you a pass, that’s more than most. I know this has been an adjustment for you, but I will not tolerate that behavior from here on out, you wil be treated and punished just as anyone else”
“I understand sir”
“I like you kid, you’re good at your job and you’re a valuable asset to us, but I can’t understand why you continuously start issues?”
“Do you want me to be honest?” she asks crossing her arms
“I do”
“People think that I’m here because I’m sleeping with Ghost, they all talk behind my back”
“Fucking hell, of course they’re gonna talk about you! You walk around this base like you own it, like your shit doesn’t stink and you think that you’re gonna be miss popular? This is the fucking army! You are here to do your job not make freinds! I could give a damn if every person on this base hates you! This petty bullshit has no place here. I won’t tolerate it, this is your last warning. One more incident and I’m calling Laswell, do you understand me?” Price asks, staring at her intensely.
“Yes Sir”
“Fucking hell” he shakes his head “Ghost was injured on our mission, get out of my office and patch him up” he snaps
“Right away sir”
She scrambles out of his office with tears stinging in her eyes. She knew he was right, she needed to stop entertaining the bullshit. Despite his harsh words, she knew that he meant well. Maybe it was just what she’d been needing to here this whole time. It was true, she’d someone survived two instances with Ghost without punishment. All of it was catching up to her now as she tried to mentally prepare herself to deal with Ghost. If Price was in such a sour mood, she couldn’t imagine he’d be much happier. Phoebe sighs and grabs her kit from the med bay, walking over to Ghosts office. She knocks on his door gently waiting for a response.
“What?” he snaps
“Medical, can I come in”
“You’re not needed!” he growls through the door. She takes a deep breath and twists the knob, peaking her head in.
“Captain Price sent me -”
“I don’t give a fuck who sent you”
She frowns at his harsh words, feeling the lump in her throat return. She swallows and moves over to his desk, setting her things on it. “Did you not hear me the first time? You are not needed!”
“I can see that” she responds sarcastically, staring at his bleeding arm, which he was clearly in the middle of working on. “Let me help you” she says softly
“I don’t need medical, even if I did I sure as fuck wouldn’t let you touch me!” he yells as he throws her kit on the ground, all of the contents splattering to the floor. She flinches at the sound and stares at him as she processes the situation. She was scared to move, worried that it might make it worse.
“Fucking get out of my office” he growls
She bends down and begins picking up her supplies, her hands shaking and making it hard for her to put her things back. She slopily throws it back inside her case, feeling the intense burn of his eyes on her, examining her every move. She stands to her feet and hurries out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She stumbles and drops her things once more. She curses herself as she bends down and picks her tools up once more. Her eyes blurring as tears fall down her face.
“You alright lass?”
She looks up to see Johnny walking towards her with a large wound on his face. He bends down and helps her pick up the fallen tools and offers his hand to help her stand. “Johnny what happened?”
“LT and I got cornered, no biggie” he responds nonchalantly, he places his hand on her shoulder looking at her in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“nothing”
“Obviosuly it ain’t nothin if you’re cryin” he says before pulling her into his arms. He pats her back gently as she hugs his middle. Neither of them aware of the lieutenant’s gaze on them. Ghost clenches his hand and punches the wall. He knew he shouldn’t have treated her like that, he felt awul. She’d managed to catch him at the worst time, nothing he hated more than looking vulnerable. Now Johnny was the one to pick up the pieces. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much to watch her cling onto his sergeant. The sight made his stomach twist. Ghost stomps over to the window and shuts the curtains aggressively. He yanks his mask off and throws it against the wall, gritting his teeth as his arm throbs.
Johnny pulls away at the loud bang and keeps an arm wrapped around her shoulder, he leads her away from the office, carrying her kit. She wipes her tears, and pulls herself together in an instant.
“Lets get you to medical, don’t want that to get infected” she responds as she leads him to an empty bed.
“I’ll take it that the mission didn’t go well” she comments as she washes her hands and puts gloves on. Johnny nods, impressed that she was abel to snap out of it so easily, never would he have been able to tell she was just crying if it wasn’t for her red eyes.
“You could say that”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asks as she begins to clean out his wound
“Nothing major, just got cornered. Didn’t think we were gonna make it out but Ghost saved us, even with a bullet wound to the shoulder. Probably wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him” Johnny explains.
“I’m glad everyone made it out”
“Yeah… listen I don’t know what Ghost said in there, but don’t take it to heart. He ain’t a bad guy, just under a lot of pressure, him and Price”
“I don’t blame him, often times the person whose trying to help is the one who takes the brunt of the anger. Something I’ve gotten used to working with soldiers”
“We’re not all so bad” he smiles cheekily
“We’ll see how you feel when I put this spray on your cut” she responds, earning a chuckle from him. Thankful for the man who always seemed to be able to put a smile on her face, just when she needed it.
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diary of a mad black woman
i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!
cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!
five long, draining years.
five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were
toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.
that was until you were pushed off that cloud.
he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.
you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.
cause you loved him??
or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?
weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.
that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.
to keep him alive.
as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.
but the one that is clear…is rage.
now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.
shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”
toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..
“no.”
he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”
you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.
“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”
“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.
his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.
“yea, and whatchu staring at?”
“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”
“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”
“you done, toji?”
“yknow what bitch, just get out.”
you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.
he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”
you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.
but then you stopped.
who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.
you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.
“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”
“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”
“y/n, you—”
“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.
“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”
you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.
“this..is what you left me for!”
you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”
you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.
“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”
you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..
“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”
you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..
“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”
was that it? the end of your rant.
hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.
“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”
you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.
“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)
you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.
“y/n, stop—!”
the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.
“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”
you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”
you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.
“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”
you stepped out of the tub and left him there.
later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.
meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.
suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”
your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”
maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal
“christina..” toji quietly cried out.
you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”
you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”
“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”
“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.
this was even better then therapy.
“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”
“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”
you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.
toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.
but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.
signed,
a mad black woman.
did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)
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please i have to know the turbo tails lore
bitcoin i can assure you there’s no fucking way you’re ready for what’s about to unfold in this lore post
i’m willing to talk about the turbo tails lore because it gives me the chance to explain my favorite panel from ALL of archie sonic:
below is over 2,000 words worth of turbo tails lore. don't say i didn't warn you lol
TL;DR: a convoluted prophecy, a cryptic grandpa, and a single lost backpack make turbo tails one of the strangest things to come out of archie sonic
THE TURBO TAILS LORE.
note: any time i say “it’s actually really simple!” in this explanation please know i’m saying it with the thickest tone of sarcasm and bitterness known to man
we gotta start wayyyy back in early archie sonic - specifically, at the tails miniseries. these issues follow tails as he travels alone to a place called “downunda” (aka the archie sonic equivalent of australia), where he helps the freedom fighters there defeat some badniks terrorizing their home.
tails’ journey is sparked by his own desire to become a hero and the frustration he feels when the rest of the freedom fighters treat him like a little kid. in the first part of the miniseries, we see a comic that tails makes about him becoming a superhero called “captain super foX-MAN” (the writers did a lot of comic references in early archie sonic).
when tails gets to downunda, however, he becomes injured and finds himself in the bottom of a crater. here, he meets an oldass echidna named athair. this dude is one of knuckles’ (many) relatives, and hopefully the only one i ever have to talk about
athair’s main character trait is that he’s cryptic as hell. nothing he says makes any fucking sense, but is treated as all-important because… he says it is. he’s gonna be relatively important through all of this, so we gotta keep peepaw around.
athair takes tails further into the comet and introduces him to some guys called the ancient walkers. you might think, “hey, are those just dinosaurs wearing masks?” and. yeah that’s exactly what they are
the ancient walkers are pagan dinosaurs that discovered the chaos emeralds and developed some sort of immortality and futuristic vision because of them. or. something like that
so what the hell does this have to do with tails? well, the ancient walkers speak of a prophecy: a chosen one who will realign the chaos emeralds for a “higher purpose,” and cause something called the great harmony.
we won’t be getting to THAT for a WHILE tho
after his adventure in downunda, the next important thing to cover is sonic, tails, and knuckles’ battle against a dude called mammoth mogul.
for simplicity’s sake, the main things you need to know about mogul is that:
he’s immortal and really old
he wants to take over the universe
he has a chaos emerald embedded in his chest
he’s ALSO going to be very important
i don't like him he’s really boring
at this point, mammoth mogul has stolen a bunch of power from another villain called enerjak (LONG story), and has used it to transform into his own sort of “super” form called master mogul.
mogul really wants to fight the sonic gang so he can use the three of them to take over the world, and this is what his vision of that looks like LMAO
sonic and knuckles go into their super and hyper forms respectively, but even the two of them can’t take down mogul. however, a mysterious caped hero shows up to help - TURBO TAILS.
turbo tails's design is in reference to the superhero tails was drawing at the beginning of his miniseries, captain fox-man. this is turbo tails' first official appearance, and he’s able to fight off mogul where BOTH super sonic and hyper knuckles couldn’t. kid’s strong.
once they defeat mogul, they trap his ass in the master emerald. however, note this all takes place before the comic’s adaptation of sonic adventure 1. and if you know SA1, you know that stuff inside the master emerald gets OUT of it eventually. and oh boy you’ll never guess who gets out of the emerald when eggman eventually destroys it
however, we’re not worrying about that right now. in the next bit we’re covering, tails is at SCHOOL! however, he’s lost his backpack and needs to find it. oh no!!!
but before he can find it -
athair teleports into the school, says tails is needed for something (but doesn’t say what), then teleports tails away.
BRO DIDN’T EVEN FIND HIS BACKPACK HE HAS GEOMETRY CLASS IN FIVE MINUTES
this specific teleportation will be really important later.
athair takes tails to angel island where he wants tails to… fight knuckles. i guess. currently, knuckles is stuck in a state called “chaos knuckles,” where he’s green, confused all the time, and really strong. homeboy’s going through it
before tails can really do a lot, he gets knocked out by some falling rubble, and ghost athair does nothing to help. have i mentioned that athair kinda sucks?
athair then takes tails to our favorite guy - tails’ uncle, merlin prower! merlin is a wizard and that’s all you need to know right now. athair wants merlin to wake up tails so he can go and fight knuckles, but merlin is FUCKING PISSED!! and reasonably so.
imagine. some oldass dude teleports into your house, hands your unconscious nephew to you, and then goes “hey can you fix him? i need him to fight the hulk.” like?? HE’S BUT A MERE LAD!
merlin is kinda right - tails has been dragged into echidna family drama for no reason other than athair seems to be out of ideas. and since tails' parents are gone, merlin's nephew is the only family he seems to have left.
unfortunately, merlin can’t find a way to argue with athair’s “we gotta do it for reasons i can’t explain” argument, and brings back our boy turbo tails.
however, turbo tails gets his ass kicked.
(side note: from here on out, turbo tails' cape is red. i don't know why that's just how it is)
when merlin goes back to his unconscious nephew (again), athair searches turbo tails’ mind to figure out why he got his ass kicked so bad. and the explanation is actually really simple!
this turbo tails is actually a duplicate of tails and the original tails is just. somewhere we don’t know.
so. yeah what the fuck
neither of them know how tails was duplicated or where this one came from. athair’s solution to this is just “let’s not tell anybody.” great job peepaw you really solved that one
after this, tails 2 just kinda keeps living his life without knowing he’s a duplicate of the original. however, he starts having nightmares about a weird, mysterious cave. when he and sonic eventually find this cave, they find the original turbo tails, trapped in a stasis.
and then, guess who shows up in the cave!! oh boy it’s everyone’s favorite character mammoth fucking mogul!!!!!
mogul explains the tails duplicate thing, and it’s actually really simple!
you know that one time athair teleported into tails’ school and kidnapped him while he was trying to find his backpack? yeah, so mogul basically kidnapped tails while he was being teleported, replaced him with a duplicate he created that was identical to the real tails, then placed the real turbo tails into stasis so he could harvest his power, thus regaining his original power before he was trapped in the master emerald.
do you see why i was dreading talking about turbo tails?
sonic fights mogul off, but tails 2 is kinda going through it. i don’t know how, but mogul made a duplicate that was near PERFECT, and tails 2 still has all of the original tails’ memories, emotions, and bonds. so when tails 2 disappears… it’s strangely tragic?
and then they just kinda move on lol
the original tails is released and returns to living his life, but unfortunately his life is kinda not so great at the moment. he just learned that his parents are alive on an alien planet (read THIS lore dump for more context), he’s part of this weird confusing prophecy he doesn’t understand, and he’s frustrated that he isn’t allowed to know about this great prophecy that directly affects HIS life.
and when tails confronts peepaw athair about this, athair does this.
good riddance
in the next issue, sonic and tails are visited by an alternate universe version of sonic called zonic, who serves as a sorta time cop that watches over the multiverse to make sure no one is messing with the space time continuum.
that’s obviously a bit to unpack, so here’s the main stuff you need to know:
the multiverse exists and is very important in archie sonic
all of the alternate universes and dimensions are called “zones”
the sonic and tails of the main story are called the “prime” versions, basically meaning they’re the true canon of the entire multiverse.
i don’t want to explain the existence of zonic rn. just know that he stands on things sideways
zonic is freaking out a little bit because someone’s in the process of destroying the entire multiverse, but he can’t figure out who. however, he heard about this weird “chosen one” prophecy thing, and he thinks that tails might be able to help.
while with zonic, tails and prime sonic realize that the person destroying the universe is our favorite guy mammoth fucking mogul, who collected enough power from the turbo tails he had in stasis and chaos knuckles (who he fought at a different time) to become all powerful enough to destroy the universe. plus, weird spacetime shenanigans are happening because knuckles died and was then resurrected (don’t ask), which kinda threw off the balance of the multiverse.
the prime bros and zonic are starting to run out of time, but zonic has a plan (sorta). see, he hoped that tails could help somehow, but he didn’t know WHICH tails across the multiverse would be the chosen one.
so he recruited ALL of them.
tails, knowing that he’s the chosen one and all that jazz, tries to fight the universe destroying god form mammoth mogul alone. this obviously does not work, so the rest of the tails and sonic come to his aid.
however, when sonic is injured in the fight, tails is convinced that he died. in his anger, he’s able to fulfill his destiny and converge with every single version of himself across the multiverse, becoming…
TITAN TAILS.
"YOU WILL NOT" is one of my favorite reaction images
titan tails might be one of the most powerful characters in all of sonic canon, as he’s able to defeat a universe-destroying mammoth mogul in a matter of seconds.
me when my energies are pulled away lol
with mammoth mogul defeated (again), titan tails uses his power to return the world back to the status quo and imprison mogul in yet another emerald.
so that’s the end of the prophecy, right? that’s all the chosen one jazz, and titan tails was a result of the great harmony?
well, no.
if you look back at that prophecy from the original tails miniseries, it never mentions anything about the multiverse. instead, it only mentions the chaos emeralds realigning for a higher purpose, brought about by the chosen one. so what’s all that about?
this brings us back to tommy turtle.
after the events of titan tails, an eggman AI named A.D.A.M. learns of the chosen one prophecy and the great harmony of chaos emeralds. A.D.A.M. has been working behind the scenes of a LOT of various plots as a figure named Anonymous, where he was working on a greater master plan to become an all powerful being. and man, that chosen one prophecy that speaks of realigning EVERY chaos emerald in the universe? that sounds promising.
i talked about A.D.A.M.’s plan a little more in my tommy turtle lore dump, but the basics of it is that he kidnaps both shadow and tails in order to use their super forms to cause the great harmony mentioned in the prophecy. through using super shadow’s chaos control, he can open up doorways through spacetime to summon them all. however, the emeralds won’t arrive unless he has the chosen one - turbo tails.
using both of them, A.D.A.M. summons every emerald in the universe, of which there are a LOT. in archie sonic, the chaos emerald lore is that each planet has a bunch of chaos emeralds, but only of one color. for example, the emeralds on mobius (sonic’s world) are all green, while the rest of the colors all originate from different alien planets.
so, with every emerald summoned, thus begins the great harmony and the end of the prophecy from the classic tails miniseries.
once super shadow and turbo tails are freed, they work together to finally complete the prophecy: realigning all of the chaos emeralds by placing them in the zone of silence, which is kinda like the distortion world of sonic lore. basically, they’re putting them in storage and out of reach because the writers didn't want to deal with a bajillion chaos emeralds anymore.
after the great harmony, the archie sonic chaos emeralds return to a form that are similar to that of the games - there are only seven, one of each color. thus ends the prophecy, the chosen one’s purpose, and the turbo tails lore.
and that's it! turbo tails never shows up in archie sonic again, and will likely never appear in any piece of sonic canon ever again. and really, there’s only one question i have after revisiting all of this again.
where the FUCK is tails’ backpack??????
#i hit the image limit on this one so some things don't have a visual aid lol#god. i cant believe i actually talked about turbo tails#every time i revisit the old archie comics i'm so amazed as to how ian flynn managed to connect some of the wildest and dumbest plotlines#into stuff that actually made sense#thanks king you made archie sonic bearable#sonic loreposting#archie sonic#long post#sth
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Fix You (Frank Castle x f!Reader)
Torture Thursday prompts: injuries; blood; angst (it's actually not as bad as it sounds, we all know I can’t write heavy angst :'D)
You're a former Black Widow. Well… Who are you kidding? Can a Black Widow possibly be “former”? Even after escaping the Red Room, youʼre still a soldier. And you're used to being on your own. But what if Frank Castle cares for you more than you think he does?
Warnings: see the prompts + hand jobs and getting each other off
Words: 1688; AO3 link if you prefer reading there
“You okay?” Frank asks as you stumble out of the bathroom. You nod, gritting your teeth. It hurts, of course - you’ve just got a bullet out of your left forearm. There’s no bullet wounds on your right arm, but there’s a rather deep cut on it. Another cut underneath your collarbone you consider just a scratch. There’s a few bruises beneath your ribs, and apparently your ankle is twisted because you can hardly step.
All this is not a big deal for someone who’s spent years in the Red Room. Once a Black Widow - always a Black Widow. Probably that’s why even though you’re free and there’s no Red Room or special missions in your life any longer, you still couldn’t settle. You really tried though, but a simple and quiet life didn’t seem to be meant for you. You moved to New York, found a job in a bar… One night on your way home you saw a couple of men assault a young woman. Could you simply walk away? Not with your training and instincts.
That’s how it started - fighting crime became your side job, the one that gave you way more satisfaction. And if you fight crime in New York, well… One day you inevitably crossed paths with the Punisher.
Your first spontaneous team-up turned out to be surprisingly effective for two people who were used to working alone and counting only on themselves. Frank was injured, and you offered your help and shelter for the night. Since then you started working together from time to time.
You couldn’t call your relationship a friendship - it was more like a partnership. But sometimes you can’t help thinking that no one understands you better than Frank Castle. You are soldiers, the both of you. A soldier can return from war, but the war never leaves them. Peaceful life is not for you. Your hands will always be covered with blood, but at least this way you can make the world or this city a little bit better.
“Need some help?” Frank glances at you with visible concern as you land on the couch and reach for the bandage roll.
“Told you, I’m fine,” you grumble. “Not the worst thing I’ve been through.”
The wounds really don’t bother you all that much. What bothers you is that this time your “mission” didn’t go well.
Frank doesn’t look much better than you. You suspect those assholes kind of didn’t dare to hit you right in the face, but with Frank they didn’t hesitate much. His face is painted with bruises, yet somehow this time not a single bullet reached him, despite all the risk he took. Your injured ankle hasn’t made your escape any easier or faster, and now you’re angry at yourself for that, as well as you’re angry at Frank. The rational part of you knows you should actually be thankful, but the stubborn grumpy part that hates losing just simply can’t help it.
“C’mon. Let me do that for you,” his voice is calm but stern, so you give up. You didn’t let him remove the bullet from your arm, but now you have no more energy to protest. You allow him to dress your wound, but your anger is still there, and he probably senses it.
“You gonna tell me what the hell is wrong, or-”
“Why did you come back for me, Castle?”
Your sharp intonation catches him unawares.
“You were hurt,” he mutters.
“No shit. You think I can’t take care of myself? I’m a Black Widow, for fuck’s sake.”
“Didn’t say you can’t take care of yourself. But you were fuckin’ bleeding! And look at your leg. You couldn’t have gone too far like that, they’d get you.”
“Fuck that,” you huff. “You could have got him, Frank! But the bastard’s still free. You know what shit he’s into, right? Human trafficking, weapons… You know how many lives he’s ruined?! I know exactly how those girls felt, okay? I was taken to the Red Room against my will as well, and I don’t want anyone else to feel that way, no one deserves it. Those who are doing it must pay for that. And you just let him get away when he was that close! No, you chose to be a fuckin’ gentleman and save me… But you know what, Castle? I don’t need saving!”
“So what, you wanted me to let you die there?” Frank’s voice is like a bucket of cold water. Are you sure you were ready to die tonight? Probably not. It’s funny how despite all the training and risky missions death still scares you. You don’t want to admit it to him though.
“If that’s the cost,” you shrug. “I mean… It’s not that my life matters much for anyone.”
“You serious right now?”
Frank’s dark brown eyes suddenly meet yours and the look is so intense that you’re unable to look away.
“How ‘bout me, you think your life doesn’t matter to me as well?”
You blink, confused. For some reason you’ve never really thought of it, but right now, looking him in the eye, you realize that Frank cares for you. Genuinely. And you? What would you do if you were him? If you had to choose between punishing a dangerous criminal and saving Frank Castle, would you be able to leave him for a bigger goal, or would you come back for him? The answer is clear, and you know that.
“I don’t know,” your voice is very quiet, close to a whisper, but your heart is racing. “Does it?..”
He doesn’t say a word, and his eyes leave yours only for a split second as he lowers his gaze to your lips. His hand reaches to frame your jaw as he leans in.
Your heart skips a beat at the touch of his lips. You’ve never had time for romance. You have some experience when it comes to the physical part, and it was far from being romantic. What you’re feeling right now when he kisses you with unexpected tenderness is new for you, it’s overwhelming. You're too used to being on your own, and now, all of a sudden it hits you how much you needed this; how much you needed him. So you open up for him, you welcome his lips and tongue, and when the kisses become more heated, you find yourself straddling his lap. The movement echoes with a sharp pain in your ankle and you hiss against his lips but don’t want it to stop. When he pulls back to take a breath, you look at each other with wild eyes. There’s lust and need for closeness, for simple human touch, but also something more than that. You’re not sure how to put it into words, and right now you don’t even want to. All you want is to have him as close to you as possible. You’re only wearing your sports bra and leggins at the moment after discarding your longsleeve in the bathroom to get rid of the bullet and clean the wound. But Frank still has his shirt on, and you urge him to remove it too. He grunts as he tugs it off, revealing his own bruises and cuts, but nevertheless he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours before trailing down the curve of your neck. You shiver when he reaches that fresh cut under your collarbone and peppers it with kisses.
“Frank,” you breath out, grinding against him. That flame that broke out between the two of you so fast is becoming almost unbearable, despite all the wounds and the ache in your body.
“Sh-sh, I got you,” Frank rasps, pressing another kiss against your jaw. He gently urges you to straighten on his lap, and lets his hand slide down your belly, under the hem of your leggins. His palm presses against your mound, and he lets out a low groan feeling your warmth through the thin cotton of your underwear. The pressure feels good, but not nearly enough, so soon you shift again, allowing him better access. Moaning softly as he starts rubbing circles against your clit, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His scent is intoxicating, it makes you want more, makes you want to touch him in return. Bracing yourself against his shoulder, you reach the crotch of his jeans with your free hand. The sound he makes as you cup and squeeze him is an obscene half-moan half-grunt, his hips bucking in response to your actions. He’s probably as touch-starved as you are, you think. How long has it been for him?
“Shit, sweetheart… lemme just… hold on…”
It takes a few more awkward moments to adjust, and you end up jerking each other off like a couple of horny teens, too impatient to undress. You don’t care how it looks though. Too busy melting in these sensations, you don't even give a damn about pain any longer. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the fight still boiling in your veins, or maybe it's just him - the way he grips onto your thigh, the sounds he makes, the warmth of his breath against your neck… The way he's so determined to make you see stars. You come hard and fast against his fingers, and he follows you seconds later, his cock hot and throbbing in your hand.
Foreheads pressed together, you’re both panting heavily, getting down from your high. You close your eyes, weariness spreading over your tired body and sore muscles. As if through the haze you can feel Frank withdrawing his hand from your pants and pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
“Ah, shit. You’re bleedin’ again,” he states as he carefully repositions you on the couch.
“Hey Castle…” you mumble as you watch him changing the bandage on your forearm.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for fixin’ me.”
“Anytime,” he lets out a soft chuckle. “And you know what,” he adds after a pause, his hand reaching to give yours a reassuring squeeze. “We’re gonna get that asshole next time. Promise.”
Thank you for reading!
#bernthirstpalooza#frank castle x reader#the punisher fanfiction#jon bernthal fanfiction#darlingshane
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Liar 2
Dick Grayson x Reader
First Next
Series Masterlist
Summary: Former anti-hero Tig is now in prison, courtesy of one Dick Grayson (former best friend) and his family. Safe to say the two are not on great terms, and he has to deal with the fact the siblings he saw die are supposedly alive and now being taken care of by Dick’s family.
Notes: Reader is male, he/him pronouns are used! 2.2k words. Send an ask to be part of the Liar tag list.
He’s not at all surprised to see Dick Grayson on the other side of the plexiglass. There are very few people who would visit him. Well, that might be a bigger list now that his identity has been exposed. Hopefully they also covered that in their big plan to take him down.
He sits down on the chair with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on a point on the wall. “Hey, how are you?” He gives Dick a pointed look and a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. Can’t say I didn’t expect that.” He looks away again as Dick scans over him. There aren’t bruises or worrying marks. He’s not holding himself like he’s injured. “Look-”
“Are my siblings okay?”
Dick’s eyes soften. “Yeah. They’re in a foster house right now. They’re adjusting. Natalia is doing great in school, she’s a smart kid. So is West but he knows more about people. It’s kind of unnerving but that’s kids for you.” West was 5 last he saw him. It’s been six years now. Oh god, his little brother is 11 now. “And Kiva is a whirlwind.” He nods, holding back the tears. Yeah, that sounds like them.
It’s been six years. Six years. His siblings are 15, 11 and 9 now. So much has changed but it sounds like some things haven’t. He wants to see them so much but he’s not letting them anywhere near here. The important thing is that they’re safe, and somehow alive. He’s still having trouble believing that one honestly.
“Look, I’m sorry. I…” (Y/N) tunes him out. It can’t be too different than what he’s already said. It’s only when Dick is silent again does he glance at him. His eyes still shine, mouth slightly pulled down, eyebrows slightly curved upwards. His shoulders are still pulled up though. He’s upset and trying to hide it. “If I can somehow make it up to you…”
“Just look after my siblings, Grayson.” He uncrosses his arms and stands up, ready to leave.
-
Days later he sits in front of plexiglass again. Surprisingly Jason sits across from him now. He wonders if Tim is going to show up at some point.
“Sorry about them. They’re a hassle, I would know.” He snorts. “Honestly I had no issues with what you did. Not my people so not my problem. But you know how B is. I still think you’re really fucking cool. Loved that job you did back in March 2 years ago with the paint.” He snorts and turns his head trying to hide his smile. Of course Jason is complimenting him on his work now. “Your siblings are doing great by the way. They run circles around Dick sometimes, it’s great.” Jason pauses. “Sorry about him by the way. Guy feels like shit but that’s on him.”
It is absolutely on Dick. Ignoring that part he softly asks, “My siblings are alive?”
Jason softens too. “Yeah. They ran DNA tests, asked about you, they’re your siblings.” He nods. Jason wouldn’t lie to him, not about this.
“You’ve talked to them.”
“Yeah. Figured I would once I found out about them. Also for the record I only found out about them after you ended up here.” He probably would have told him beforehand otherwise. Or at least asked about it.
Now that he thinks about it… “Did you know? That everything was a lie?”
“Not really. I heard them talk about you but I didn’t know they were talking about you. And I was told not to get too close to you, which was weird but I was too busy to dig into it. Then I saw you more so it was harder to not want to dig into it. Was too late by the time I started.”
“Well, thanks for not throwing me in prison then.”
“Like I said, I don’t have any issues with what you did. I’m not a hardass.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is it just gonna be you and Dick or do I have to prepare myself for Tim too?” He doubts Batman has time to come visit him. Or cares enough to.
Jason snorts at that. “I couldn’t tell you. I think you’re good for now.”
“Good to know.”
“Well, I gotta go. One of us has to go take down some asshole. See ya, (Y/N).”
“Bye, Jay.”
-
It’s been over 2 months since he’s got here when Dick says, “I brought you something.” He pulls out a small white rectangle, flipping it out around so (Y/N) can see. His breath gets caught in his throat. Either they found some really good lookalikes or they’re really alive. Looking at it there’s no way that’s not them. Dick had described them pretty well and here they are 6 years older.
He reaches out brushing his hands against the glass. They’re alive. They’re alive and he doesn’t know how. He swears they all died on the ground while he was being restrained, kicking and screaming. He had gotten his supposed revenge though. Those bastards were all dead before he turned 20.
He makes a choked sound before withdrawing. Dick doesn’t get to see him like this, not anymore.
“(Y/N).”
“Don’t.” His voice is still sharp.
“I can mail this in if you want.”
He’s quick to respond. “No. I don’t want it in here.”
“Okay.” He says softly. Somehow he gets the feeling Dick knows exactly what he means by that.
(Y/N) stands without another word, and heads to the door, the guard standing there escorts him out.
-
“You’re literally the reason their brother is in jail!” Jason harshly whispers. The hallway’s only source of light is the living room. A few rooms over are the kids, whom Dick was talking to not even 10 minutes ago.
“They don’t need to know that.” Dick’s guilt-twinged voice is much softer than Jason’s.
“You didn’t grow up the way I did, or the way they did. They know things, you don’t need to skirt around it. He thought they were dead for fucks sake!”
Dick doesn’t let Jason know that he had watched his siblings “die”. It wouldn’t help his case.
“If they actually knew what he did, which probably isn’t too different from what he did before, they probably wouldn’t mind.” Gotham is hard, it’s rough. They all knew this but none of them had lived in it like Jason had. Jason lived in the cold, unforgiving streets of Crime Alley, pickpocketing and stealing to survive. He had learned who was who and who was where on the smaller scale out of necessity. Sure the ones in costumes are bad, but the everyday people are exactly that. Everyday.
“And now you’re here, telling them about all the things you did with him until Batman got him and how sad it made you when you found out.” Dick bows his head.
He can recall it. West asked where (Y/N) was now. Dick had to tell him and the girls that their brother was very busy but they would be together as soon as they could but until then Dick and his family would help as much as they could. Then when he ended up in jail Kiva proclaimed that their big brother was a good guy, that he helped people, that he helped them and never liked the mean people so there was no way he was a bad guy. She demanded that Dick and Tim help get their big brother out of jail so that they can be together again.
“That’s not how it works, sweetie.” He told her. West then said he hated Gotham, while Natalia quietly murmured something to Kiva.
“I can’t tell you what to do but these are Gotham kids. These are (Y/N)’s siblings. Play nice if you want.” They probably need it honestly. “But you don’t need to skirt around what (Y/N) did or pretend like you two are still best friends.”
There’s a thick pause before Dick quietly confesses, “I think I’m in love with him.”
Jason makes a sound between a laugh and an exhale, either way the disbelief in it is clear. “Way to fucking go, Dick. God, I knew you were bad at relationships but this is a new low.”
“I know, I know.”
Jason sighs and rubs his face with a hand. “I’m going to help because there are kids involved and (Y/N) deserves better than this shit.” And because you’re my brother. You’re my big brother and I care about you.
Dick looks at him with what Jason calls his big-brother-look. This one is mixed with some sadness and gratefulness.
-
“I want to call them.” It’s not spoken like a question, but it still feels like he’s asking for some reason. “I don’t want them to come here but I want to be able to talk to them.”
Dick is mentally making arrangements for a landline phone at the house. “I can get you a number to call.” He looks at Dick, eyes just a tad wider with joy and hope. He’s been far less expressive since he’s gotten here, Dick’s noticed. He’s been like that since that day.
The look is quickly gone and so is his gaze on Dick. Overtaken by slightly scrunched features.
“I wouldn’t be able to adopt them.” Mostly he’s thinking out loud. “They’ll all be adults by the time I get out of here,” Realistically, he’ll be in here for a couple years and then maybe get out early for good behavior. With all the work that went into putting him in here he doubts Dick will or can help. Though they both know adult adoption is a thing, after all Dick went through that process with Bruce. “then I doubt they’ll let a newly released prisoner adopt 3 people.” He just wants to look after them. To know that if anything happens to them again, then he’ll be able to step in and take care of things without too much of a hassle. He’s already accepted that he most likely won’t get to witness any of the big moments, like school dances, graduates, scaring potential partners. The normal things they didn’t even really have before. “Do they have all their documents? I don’t even have all my documents.” Growing up in their part of Gotham made sure of that.
“They have all their documents, don’t worry about that. I’ll see what I can do about yours.” Dick assures him. There’s a “thank you” on the back of his tongue. It’s a heavy weight and he doesn’t quite like the taste of it.
It never leaves his mouth.
-
They’re doing it again. Dick stares at him while he stares at anywhere other than Dick. That’s usually how it goes. Sometimes when he’s in the mood to challenge Dick he stares right back at him with fire in his eyes. They do that and sit in silence. It happens all the time. It’s happening now.
“I miss the guy that would call my puns stupid but still laugh at them, the guy who would make fun of me while-”
“Yeah well, apparently the guy I knew was a lie anyways so guess we both lost someone.” Neither are aware of the slight heartbreak the other had from that night. (Y/N) didn’t know the heartache every time Dick went to Bruce or was sitting with (Y/N) and suddenly remembering he wasn’t actually supposed to be feeling these things. “If you miss me you have no one to blame but you and your family. You’re practically holding mine against me.” And to think that when they had died no one would be able to do that again.
“It wasn’t a complete lie. I liked you, I liked being with you, the Dick Grayson you knew is Dick Grayson.” Originally a more likable, airhead but somewhere along the way he just became comfortable and he was just him.
“Did I know Dick Grayson?”
“You still know.”
“I don’t know if I do.”
Dick’s heart breaks a bit more like it does with each visit.
-
“Ya know, I broke my best friend out of prison once.”
“I’ve heard.” Jason gives him a look. He just gives one right back. “No. If I wanted to leave by now I probably could have.” He’s not entirely sure. This isn’t his typical stint. “But I’m staying put for my siblings’ sake. If I broke out I would just be where I was before, maybe even worse. I can’t do that to them. I would need to find an actual job and a new place, a decent one that’s big enough for all of us.” A two bedroom, one bath place would be enough. “They need stability, they deserve to have someone who’s always going to be there for them.” He knows what it’s like to sometimes be somewhere and wonder if his friend was dead or severely injured. Now that multiplied by at least 5? That being your older brother? That being the person you depended on? Yeah, no way was he doing that to them.
Jason’s eyes hold something he can’t describe. “You’re a good person.” Yet here he is.
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(Y/N) leans against the rough, gray wall. Cold plastic is pressed against his ear.
The phone rings, and it rings. It picks up.
“Hi.” He says with a careful joy.
There’s a gasp and a squeal. “(Y/N)!”
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28 DAYS: CHAPTER TWO
*Spoiler alert: he's not.
Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.
Chapter characters: Dean Winchester, Nick (Iblis), Zeke Gadreel, Missouri Moseley, Jack Kline, Pamela Barnes, Gabriel, Crowley, Meg Masters, Rowena Macleod
Chapter tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, references to sexual activity (everyone is 18), references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, Dean’s heading into withdrawal, he’s injured and unmedicated
Chapter WC: 3,200
Author’s notes: Sunrise Bay is the fictional soap opera in which Schitt’s Creek’s Moira Rose starred. I couldn’t resist giving it to Rowena.
I don't have ample words to thank @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker for their continued support and readings, but I will thank them and declare my undying love.
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CHAPTER TWO
Dean’s chest is tight with panic.
“It wasn’t my fault.”
John is furious, driving erratically, and hurling threats and accusations.
“Of course, it’s your fault, Dean — you’re a man. Men don’t get to play innocent.”
If John had learned about Dean’s mushroom-enhanced threesome with Jamie and Carmen any other way than from Jamie’s pissed-off mom, he’d be slapping him on the back and handing him a beer for earning another couple of notches on his belt.
But nobody likes to be told they’re a shitty parent, especially not John Winchester.
“They were trippin’ and half-naked when I got there, I didn’t-”
“Gimme a break, kid. You went there to get high and get your dick wet. I was 18 once, too, ya know.”
Dean’s mind races as John speeds through town. “What about Sammy?”
“What about him?! You gonna go home and tell him you got caught fuckin’ his English teacher’s daughter?! Ya think that’ll make him proud, somethin’ to live up to?!”
John is roaring loud as he pulls into a parking spot in front of the USMC recruitment center. He kills the engine and turns to Dean, but Dean can’t look his dad in the eye.
John scoffs. “Don’t worry about Sammy, I think I can handle it.”
Dean knows John can’t handle it. John doesn’t even know what time Sam’s school starts or how much money he needs for lunch. John barely even knows what day it is half the time.
Dean’s voice is quiet when he speaks. “They’ll send me to Afghanistan, Dad.”
He’s afraid — for his own life and to leave his little brother behind. He doesn’t want to go to war, and he doesn’t want Sam to have to navigate his teenage years, dodging bullets from John.
Dean doesn’t realize he’s crying until his tears drop to his hands in his lap.
“Oh, man-the-fuck-up, Dean,” John growls, wrenching the door of the Impala open. “Let’s go!”
Twenty-four hours after waking up in the hospital with multiple injuries and the acrid contempt of his little brother, Dean is informed he’s being transferred to a rehab facility.
He isn’t allowed any real pain medication, and he’s riding a class VI hangover, even with fluids being pumped into his body. His head, shoulder, ribcage, and hips are throbbing. He’s starving, too, but he knows there’s no way in Hell he’d be able to keep any food down.
In the early afternoon, he’s escorted to Discharge by hospital security. He wishes he’d showered because his skin is itchy, and he knows he looks like hammered shit. When the guards walk him outside, he sees Nick and Zeke, waiting for him in Zeke’s 4Runner.
“Fuck,” Dean mutters under his breath.
Sam undoubtedly hand-picked the Green Berets to transport Dean’s sorry ass to Kansas City. Not only do Nick and Zeke not give a single shit about other people’s drama, but they’re also brick fucking walls of defense.
The security guards disappear back inside the building, leaving Dean no other choice than to limp toward his former teammates. As he nears the vehicle, Nick climbs out of the passenger seat and opens the back door.
Dean floats an attempt at good humor, which promptly falls flat on its face.
“You two suck at Roshambo, or what?”
Nick’s silent, answering smirk is devoid of any trace of mirth.
Dean purses his lips and bobs his head before ducking to gingerly slide across the backseat next to his familiar duffle. He immediately pictures his Dopp kit inside the bag with his trusty bottle of pills.
With the combination of his injuries, this epic fucking hangover, and his escorts’ chilly reception, he could really use a Vicodin or two right now, but Sam’s no idiot. He chose Nick and Zeke for more than their lack of investment in bullshit or their multiple factors of intimidation; Dean can only assume that everything in that bag has been thoroughly searched and stripped.
“D’you pack my SpongeBob toothbrush? It’s my fave.” Dean asks from the back as Zeke wordlessly pulls away from the curb.
“Packed what was on the list and nothing that wasn’t, Chief,” Nick replies, confirming Dean’s suspicion.
Dean nods, slipping his phone from his pocket to thumb out texts to Gordon and Lydia, letting them know where he’s going. He tells them both that he’ll be in touch soon, each for different reasons. Then finally, he pulls up a video game and slumps into the seat for the longest 50 minutes he’s ever endured.
The facility looks like a high school in a John Hughes movie, but with a bunch of weird-ass people standing around outside, hugging and singing and chanting.
Dean rolls his eyes and hoists his bag onto his good shoulder with a wince. Every second of consciousness reminds him of broken bones, twisted ligaments, and fragments of self-loathing that thrive under his itching skin. The last thing he needs right now is a round of kumba-fucking-ya.
He peeks over his shoulder to see Nick hanging out the window with a savage grin. “Go on.” He waves Dean off like he’s shooing a fly. “Have fun, and make lots of friends.”
Dean scowls before turning back to face the entrance and trudging inside, careful not to move too fast. His hip is killing him even more than his slinged shoulder or his ribs, probably because he’s injured it twice before. Fidgeting in the backseat of Zeke’s ancient SUV for almost an hour didn’t exactly help.
Once the facility’s revolving door spits him inside the bright lobby, a warm, welcoming voice calls to him from the centered reception desk.
“Dean Winchester?”
The voice belongs to a pretty, middle-aged black woman in a nurse’s uniform, rounding the desk to greet him. He continues forward, eyeing her sideways.
“Yes, ma’am?” He doesn’t know what he expected from rehab admittance, but kindness was not it.
“Sam called. Wanted to make sure you got in OK. Nice boy.” She looks him up and down, and her brow furrows. “Let’s get you checked in so you can get settled and rest up.”
The warmth of her tone and gaze hug him like a thick, soft blanket.
“Yes, ma’am,” Dean responds.
Her ID badge reads ‘Missouri’. Dean doesn’t know if that’s her name, or where she’s from, but it doesn’t matter much to him because she’s already soothed his senses more than anyone he’s spoken to in the last 36 hours.
“Come on, right in here,” she says, showing him to an open office space.
Inside the room is a male orderly who helps Dean unload his bag before pulling it open and searching its contents.
“Not gonna find much more than Visine in there, buddy. Crocket and Tubbs already got to the good stuff.”
The orderly remains focused on his work, and Missouri focuses on Dean.
“You mind your manners, boy, and let him do his job,” she says.
Dean drops his eyes to the floor. “Yes, ma’am.”
As the orderly continues his examination of Dean’s belongings, Missouri rattles off some basic rules.
“There’s no fraternizin’ with other patients, no phone calls ‘cept once a week for 10 minutes at a time...”
Dean nods along as she speaks. He flicks his gaze up to watch the orderly drop his iPhone, its charger, and his AirPods into a plastic bin, and Dean shakes his head but remains silent. When the orderly finds the Swiss Army knife Emma bought him last year for Father’s Day, his heart clenches in his chest.
“You’ll get that back when you check out, Dean,” Missouri assures him, warmth seeping into her tone and eyes. “Now, just a quick pat down, and I’ll show ya to your room.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dean nods. He’s relieved to realize that he likes Missouri. She’s a bright spot in this quagmire of misery he’s brought upon himself, and that’s a gift.
The orderly pats him down and checks his sling for anything else the place doesn't allow, and once he’s been stripped of all things sharp or shiny, Missouri leads him through the building, pointing out public sitting areas and restrooms. He’s fucking exhausted and beginning to suspect his hangover is actually withdrawal, which he’s been dreading since he woke up this morning.
Before long, Missouri pauses a few feet from a recreation room with several round table and chair sets, some mismatched lounge furniture, and finally, a single flat-screen TV on a low table.
“Folks, this’s Dean Winchester,” Missouri says.
Dean takes note of three people piled onto a small couch, another guy next to them in a side chair, and two petite women settled on pillows facing the screen. Some Marvel movie is paused on the screen, by the balding man in the chair.
“Pills,” he says with an accent, narrowing his gaze as the corner of his mouth twists upward.
Dean’s eyebrows and lips quirk.
“Hmm... sex and booze,” declares the tiny, familiar-looking redhead on the floor. She also has an accent, and Dean wonders where all these Brits are hiding in the middle of America.
“Sex and anything he can get his hands on,” says the bright-eyed brunette from the center of the couch. Her gaze sparkles and dances in a way that makes Dean instantly begin to calculate how to get around the no-fraternizing rule.
“You guys’re good,” he says.
The brunette rakes her appreciative gaze over Dean and licks her lips, as a goofy-looking blonde guy reaches across her to grab a large bowl full of popcorn from the lap of some floppy-haired kid.
“Well, kiddo, since your roommate’s here, I’ll take this off your hands. And, uhh, my money’s on coke,” says the blonde guy as he burrows back into his corner of the couch.
The kid brushes his hands along his thighs before standing and turning to face Dean and Missouri. As he approaches them, he holds up a single hand like he’s swearing to God.
“I’m Jack.”
Dean darts his eyes to Missouri, who’s smiling reassuringly at the boy.
Dean wants to ask, what kind of crack therapy team thought it’d be a good idea to pair a literal fucking child up with the likes of himself?
Instead, he waves back at the kid with a weak smile.
It’s awkward, and Dean is far too undermedicated and stressed to have to deal with a kid. The anxiety makes his heart race and his stomach roil.
“I can introduce him and show him to our room,” Jack offers with a blush.
Everything about this kid and this room and... everything is making Dean’s skin crawl.
“That’d be real helpful, Jack,” Missouri replies, then turns back to Dean. “This’s your roommate — Jack Kline.”
Dean glares at her before drawing a shallow breath. “Yes, ma’am. I gathered that.”
“I’ll head back to the desk, now,” Missouri says with a pointed look before walking away.
Jack motions toward the group and begins introducing everyone.
“That’s Pamela,” he says, his brow furrowing in concentration. “Mother of two and meth addict. Next to her is Gabe. He’s a compulsive liar and gambler.”
Gabe salutes as he cheerfully munches popcorn with his mouth full. Dean shakes his head, amazed that Pamela and Gabe seem perfectly comfortable with this little shit airing their dirty laundry all over the rec room.
“Crowley’s on the end, in the chair,” Jack continues. “He’s an alcoholic, and usually very cranky — probably because he killed one of his patients—”
“That was two years ago, you twat,” Crowley drones with an eye roll back to the screen in front of him as he presses play.
“It’s part of your story,” Jack adds matter-of-factly before gesturing to the two women sitting on the floor with their backs against the couch.
“Meg...” Jack says, and Meg waves. “...was a prostitute and heroin addict — like me.”
Dean’s heart jumps into his throat, and he thinks he might throw up right there. Jack can’t be a year older than Emma. He’s a fucking minor, for christ’s sake.
Meg throws Jack a wink before chiming in. “I second Pamela’s bet — sex… and anything else he can find.”
Meg holds Dean’s gaze for several beats, and Dean feels like the air’s been sucked out of the room. The buzzing in his ears almost drowns out Jack’s last introduction until he hears something familiar.
“...a retired soap opera star and opioid addict—”
“Rowena Macleod,” Dean says with a small huffed laugh. “My, uhh...” He snaps a few times, shaking his head, trying to jog free fond memories from decades before. “My babysitter watched Sunrise Bay. You were amazing.”
“Ohh,” Rowena coos and Pamela chuckles as she nudges Rowena’s delicate shoulder with her toe.
“Seriously, so much of my childhood is wrapped up in those episodes.”
He remembers Spaghettios and hot dogs, animal crackers, and cherry Kool-aid. His babysitter used to paint his toenails, even though he’d make her take it off before John got home.
“Why thank you, darling,” Rowena preens. “‘Twas so long ago, I barely remember a thing anymore—”
“Might be the morphine,” Gabe mutters, and Pamela smacks the back of his head.
Rowena ignores them both in favor of reminding Jack to bring his “new friend” to dinner.
“Don’t forget, Jacky — four-thirty sharp.” She bats her eyelashes and fusses with her jewelry.
Dean gives her a warm smile even though he feels hollowed-out, heavy and hot. His skin’s tight and prickly, yet he feels like he’s falling apart. He knows what’s happening, and he fucking hates that he can’t do a damn thing about it but get through it.
“Do you want to go get settled and cleaned up first?” Jack asks, startling Dean to attention.
Jack’s eyes are so wide and so blue, Dean thinks he might fall in and drown. He wants to fall in and drown. Anything but this.
Instead, he nods in answer and follows Jack to the staircase.
It isn’t long before they arrive at their room.
“Curfew is at 8 PM, but I usually read until Lights-Out at 10.” Jack stops in front of their open door, and Dean peeks inside.
The bare bed closest to the door holds a stack of folded bedding and a single pillow. The nightstand is donned with a non-descript lamp and a pad and paper.
“That’s me.” Jack motions to the far bed, which is neatly made with what appears to be a furry dragon dead center of his pillow. On that nightstand is a short stack of comic books and a bag of Milky Way candy bars.
Dean is sure he’s being Punk’d at this point.
“Nice dragon. What’re you, four years old?” Dean asks, pushing inside the room and dropping his duffle to the floor beside what is now his bed.
Jack stands in the hall with his furrowed brow. “I’m 17. And that’s a gryphon; dragons don’t have fur, Dean.”
Dean huffs an ironic, pained laugh and shakes his head before dropping his chin to his chest and letting his heavy eyelids close.
“My bad,” he mutters, rubbing his burning eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his good hand.
Maybe if he goes to sleep, he’ll wake up, and this’ll all be over with. Maybe he can find someone somewhere in this place with something, anything, to put him to sleep so he can wake up without feeling like a bag full of broken glass.
“It’s OK,” Jack replies with a shrug as he wanders inside the room toward the toy in question. “Not a lot of people know what a gryphon is. They’re guardians of the divine. My mom bought it for me before I was born because she wanted me to always be safe. She died in childbirth, and I never knew my dad-”
“Kid,” Dean interrupts Jack’s monologue of fantastical tragedy. “Can we save the overshare for when I’ve had at least a few hours’ sleep and some food?”
Jack absently pets his stuffed guardian, curiously eyeing Dean. “Openness agitates you. I noticed downstairs that hearing everyone’s stories made you... uncomfortable.”
Dean scoffs. “Well... yeah. I don’t need to know everyone’s dirty little secrets — especially not on the first day.”
Jack shrugs, and Dean watches him carefully replace the plush toy atop his pillow.
“You’ll get used to it. Honesty is the first step.” Jack looks up as he rounds the foot of Dean’s bed on his way back to the door with a wide, satisfied grin.
Judging by his posture and careful pronunciation of the word, Dean has a feeling that learning the importance of honesty was a big lesson for Jack. Dean isn’t ready for any lessons right now.
“I’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready. Just follow the signs. The dining hall isn’t far.”
Jack disappears out the door and around the corner, and Dean sighs with relief to finally be alone.
As he unpacks his clothes and puts them in the dresser, he tries to ignore his runny nose and full-body chills. He distracts himself by wondering how long the kid’s been in this place, which leads to speculating what landed him here, and then he’s chewing the inside of his mouth bloody thinking about the fucking pieces of shit who sell dope to kids, and — worse — the kind of sickos who pay to touch them.
He slams his dresser drawer hard enough to rattle the mirror on the wall beside it, closes his eyes again, then inhales in through his nose and exhales out his mouth.
Tessa, one of the nurse practitioners in the Medical division of the department, taught him breathing exercises. He went to see her under the pretense of managing work-related stress, but really he just wanted an in to meet the hot newbie. Turns out, Tessa isn’t just good-looking; she’s also great at her job because the stupid exercises work.
He and Tessa also talked about spirituality from time to time. She’s been trying to convince him for weeks that asking the universe for help doesn’t make him weak. He’s not so sure he agrees with her, but at this point, he’ll try anything to help him get through the next few weeks without losing his god damned mind.
“I feel... fucking ridiculous doing this,” he starts, quiet as a whisper. “But I’m fresh outta ideas.”
He breathes in deeply and out again, dismissing the sharp pain in his chest that every breath brings him, yet tears begin to flood his closed eyes.
“C’mon, Dean, you got through two tours in Afghanistan, for fuck’s sake!” he berates himself.
Maybe the universe is punishing him for going overboard. Maybe if he promises to reel it in, he can do this without his usual vices to lean on and places to hide.
“Listen, I swear to dial it back when I get out. No more all-night parties, no more mixing- just, please. Gimme somethin’.”
He sniffs and wipes his eyes, still shivering, cramping, and swallowing back bile, but at least he has a plan.
“OK, you can do this,” he tells himself, grabbing his Dopp kit and heading to the bathroom for a hot shower.
As the steam from the shower fills the stall and he stands under the hot spray of water, he continues to tell himself that he can get through the next 28 days without imploding.
Chapter 3
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Remember that timeline convo between Amane and Kotoko, where Amane thanked her for not treating her as a child and that she’s not so scary, to which Kotoko responded, “Why would I treat you as a child? I still am the person I was at 12. Also, you’re not so great, suck on that B-.”
Because Pepperidge Farm remembers.
That said, God, I really thought it was some strand of leftover moral keeping her from attacking Amane, not a lack of opportunity.
I remember it sooooo well. That interaction lives in my head rent free!
20/06/18
Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this.
Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down.But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach.
Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that.
Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%.How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.
Kotoko really said in that voice drama if it wasn't for Kazui interferring and Mikoto taking so long to fight she would have jumped that kid. She has always and will forever be about it. When she said remember that she meant that shit.
This is the perfect example of the phrase when people tell you who they are believe them.
Don't give them a defense, don't say you're probably overexagerating, you probably have poor self-esteem. We can unpack that after taking they asses at face value. In order to fix an issue one first has to accepts an issue exists.
Definitely puts all those injured children throughout Harrow in a new light. Especially given her focus in the voice drama of others not being able to do what it takes to actually implement change. People were really like it can't be that bad and Kotoko barged in cd drop like,
"Ha; it's gonna be worse! SO, STUPID WEAKLINGS LIKE YOU ALL SHOULD JUST SHUT UP AN LET ME PROTECT YOU! You're way too soft- What were you thinking that you could make friends?! That these people would change if you were nice and understanding enough. That we'd all hold hands and laught together if you just forgave us? You're far too kind- AND NAIEVE! What next are you just going to forgive them because they're attractive? You need me to do the things that need to be done that you yourself clearly can't do. That's what cooperation is."
It's been amazing because she came in last part of trial two and really gave the audience and Es a kick to the face for all our behavior up until now. Like it's the biggest fuck all of you of trial two. Honestly she kept hitting she did not miss. Not one fucking time. She held that mirror up and shouted at that bitch until it cracked.
Ooooo, boy....
I was not expecting to come out of her voice drama like well now hold on she's a bit wild, a tad unhigned, definitely unforgivable to some, but um she's speaking some truths. There's some truths there that a lot of people who participate in Milgram are not going to like to hear but need to hear regardless.
It was so satisfying to see. Especially after everything this trial. It was just perfect actually after everything we've been through and the logic we've all seen. That- Yeah we deserve to get to sit with that for a bit.
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His wife…
Chapter 8
Contains: angst/smut
I grunted in pain as Allen helped me walk, “what the hell happened?” Mansk asks, “a thanator attack son of a bitch came out of nowhere,” Allen says they helped me to the medical room, and Quaritch came running in “oh my god, what happened?” He asks worriedly, “a thanator attack, it apparently crept up on us and came out of nowhere,” Allen said, “one of the nurses checked it out “yea it got you bad, you’re gonna need stitches,” I groan “oh please not the stitches,” I whine, “can I please get drunk for this god,” i wince, “ohh you’re big girl, you can take it-ow!” He winced when I pluck his ear, “shut up,” I roll my eyes. After my stitches Quaritch wrapped my arm around his neck and lifts me up carefully, “I can walk,” I said “that’s a damn lie, stop being so hard headed,” he said “you should be the last person calling somebody hard headed,” I spoke bluntly.
He chuckles “alright kid, head to bed, imma bring mama to bed, she needs to,” he said “don’t make me punch you,” I threaten “punch me and I’ll drop you,” he side eyes i scoff. Once we reached his room yet again he stripped me of my pants and top, “that thanator must’ve been plotting for you,” he jokes “Mm” he cackles, he looks at my bandaged wound “that’s gonna leave a big scar,” he said, “no shit” I huff, his hand rubs on my other thigh making my heart nearly stop. I swat his hand he slaps my thigh “aye” I glare at him “don’t seat my hand away, you know like it,” his thumb was so close to my heat I was getting heat flashes, he pulls me down gently careful of my injured led and got between them “I bet you’re soaking down there I can smell you,” he taunted.
“Miles-uhnnn” i whimpered, he pulls my panties the side flicking his tongue over my folds, “oh you’re stupid wet sweetness, all for me hm? I know you want me to just devour your and make your legs weak like I always do,” he smirks menacingly god do I miss this Quaritch, “beg” he said, I whine he slaps my other thigh making me jolt “beg or I won’t touch ya,” he said deeply, “please…just come on man,” I complain “oh I don’t think that’s begging baby,” he leans down close, I whine “miles please, please I-" my eye roll tot he back of my bad feeling so high off of the pleasure of his fingers circling my clit “sensitive hm? Already hit that spot within a second,”I moan “miles! Please okay please fuck!” I hissed.
He goes back and once he wraps his strong arms around my thigh spreading them wide as they can go I knew it was over. I moan loudly feeling the pleasure get higher “g-god miles-ughhh” he grunts purposely making vibrations “ughh fuck!” I yelled, he pulls away licking his lips “why you stop baby?” I ask whining “we’re just getting start sweetheart,” he smirks as he takes his t-shirt off and unbuckle his cargo pants I can already see the hard bulge in his pants, my eyes were wide in shock and he did wa smirk like a goofball “bigger then before, think you can handle it princess?” I tilted my head “I-uhhh, I really wonder awkward it was for them to give-" my mouth dropped when his pants went down, “yeaaa I don’t think I can handle that,” I nervously giggle, “oh you’re a big girl, you’re gonna take it,” he pulls me closer to him, I was never this nervous feels like I’m loosing my virginity all over again.
“Ow!” I wonder from the pain in my leg, here just lift this leg,” he lifts my other leg up over his shoulder but he soon up got up and turned me to have my lower body hanging off of the edge, he grabs my waist hold my waist up, “better?” I nodded, “let’s see how long you will last when i fuck the life out of you,” he said, he rubs the tip against my clit making my knees twitch, my hips thrusted forward pleading. “Miles stop teasing motherfucker!” I snapped his grip tightened “watch your mouth sweetheart, you already barely can walk don’t make me fuck till you can’t at all,” I glare at him and he took it as a challenge he slipped the tip in I gasp “god baby you’re so tight and so fucking wet!” He grunts, he took a minute to let me readjust till he was fucking me like a mad man, “ahhhh! Shit!” I moan loudly, “that’s it baby, let everybody in this damn base know who fucking you good,” he smirks he picks me up and crawls onto the bed before grinding into as deep as he can go, my eyes twitched “uhh-uhnnn” i chocked on my words on how this orgasm started radiating through my body, his loud grunts turned me on even more “you’re doing such a good job sweetness, taking daddy so good,” he praised in my ear.
“Fuck” I moan….
But who would’ve known that changed my entire feelings for him…..
~A/N~
Eywa’s gift from hell is coming don’t worry!🫧
#SoundCloud#avatar quaritch#avatar the way of water#quaritch his wife series#quaritchhiswifeoc#quaritch x oc#na'vi quaritch#spider quaritch#quaritch smut#jake sully#neytiri
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HEARTSIGH . hrj (ft. lyy)
PAIRING / HUANG RENJUN X YANG NANA (FT. LIU YANGYANG)
WORD COUNT / ~15000
SYNOPSIS / everyone was in love with huang renjun, right? the student council prez with perfect grades that every parent would kill to have as a son-in-law. but not nana, and she had a good reason.
but would she change her mind after a drunken dare that she'd stupidly agreed to? or would it end terribly?
GENRE / COMEDY, ANGST, PINING, BET AU, RICH KID AU, HIGH SCHOOL AU.
WARNINGS / there's a lot... umm ... mentions of self-harm, depression, anxiety, smoking, a lot of toxic behavior, nana and renjun are both assholes (lowkey), violence, manipulation & kind of gaslighting?? not sure if i missed anything
PLAYLIST / OKAY - CHASE ATLANTIC, MODERN LONELINESS - LAUV, I HATE U - SZA, YOU WON'T BE THERE FOR ME - SLCHLD, BYE MY FIRST - NCT DREAM.
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i. the face of a bitch, who never rests
“I should’ve known better than to trust a bitch that doesn’t even go to this school,” Nana scowls, throwing an empty glass bottle down from the roof. A smirk grows on her face as the ear-splitting sound of the glass shattering on the concrete echoes through the air.
“Gosh, I fucking hate him. Can’t believe I fell for such a bitch, but I probably never liked him anyway.”
Yangyang grabs her hand before she reaches for another glass bottle. “Stop. You’ll get in trouble.”
“Do I look like I give a single shit?” she snaps, with a cigarette sticking out of her mouth, prying his grip off of her as she hurls the next bottle down the side of the building.
“I told you he was bad news,” he sighs. “His facade was too perfect to be true—”
“Mhm. What— you’re gonna tell me ‘I told you so’? Thanks for the moral support,” she sneers, taking the cigarette between her fingers and pulling it out of her mouth.
“Yang Nana. You can’t just let all your self-esteem break down over a piece of fucking trash,” Yangyang glares at her. “You always said you’d never let anyone break you, and yet here you are, smashing shit to stop yourself from crying.”
She grips a broken glass bottle, feeling the glass shards dig into her skin and pierce it, yet she barely registers the pain.
“Everyone in my life is a fucking liar,” she sneers, watching as the glass cuts into her skin and blood flows down her fingers, stomping the fire out of her cigarette under the soles of her boot. “and I hate him.”
“Nana,” Yangyang scolds with a sigh, prying the glass from her palm and grabbing her injured hand, lightly picking a few glass shards out. “We’re going to the nurse. Stop doing this to yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and pick your confidence back up. Don’t let him take a single thing from you by leaving.”
With that, he grabs her non-injured hand and leads her down the stairs, away from the rooftop with a crate of glass beer bottles with the blood-stained glass shards on the ground.
“Why do you resort to self-harm every time?” Yangyang sighs as he watches the blood drip off of her fingertips and onto the ground, leading her across campus to fix up her hand.
Nana stays silent, and Yangyang just shakes his head, knowing she was too stubborn to listen. His gaze hardened when he saw Renjun walking out of one of his classes, already heading in their direction. But before he could lead Nana out of the impending argument that was inevitably going to happen, Renjun already saw them from across the hall, and was walking towards the two of them.
“Hey, Yang Nana, what happened to your hand?” Renjun asks in mock concern, his eyes lingering on the blood dripping down her hand. “Lost your temper again?”
She scowls at the bitchy tone of his otherwise sweet words. “None of your fucking business, kiss-up.”
“That's no way to speak to the student council president,” he tsks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Calm down, I was just asking. Sometimes I think you hate me for no reason.”
“Yeah, you’re only student council president to build your resume because your grades are trash,” she snaps. “And because only two people ran for president. Get your head out of your fucking ass, bitch.”
“Last time I checked, I’m number 4 overall in the school for grades. You’re just two places higher because you fucking cheated,” Renjun sneers back.
“Wow, the perfect boy knows how to curse,” she gasps sarcastically, before addressing his accusations. “And no, I didn’t cheat. Just because I’m smarter than your dumb ass doesn’t mean I cheated. I don’t care about my image and status being perfect as much as you do, you conceited bitch.”
“Oh, really? Why don’t you tutor me then?” he suggests with a smirk on his face, raising an eyebrow.
“Mhm… no, go kiss your chemistry teacher’s ass. Maybe Dr. Ou-Yang will pity you and give you a chance at being valedictorian… that is, if you can beat Huang Xinyi… or me,” she retorts.
Renjun hesitates for a moment, and Nana takes this chance to stick her middle finger in his face and brush past him, Yangyang’s hand still firmly in her grip.
“God, he’s such an annoying shit,” she scowls. “Pretentious ass.”
Yangyang sighs, unconsciously repeating Renjun’s words. “Sometimes I think you hate him for no reason.”
She stops in her tracks abruptly, turning to look at him sharply. “I have very good reasons to dislike him, in fact. You of all people should know this.”
He holds in yet another sigh, nodding as he walks Nana into the nurse’s office. The student who was taking Dr. Li’s place during his break, Guo Yifeng, glances at Nana and her bleeding hand and frowns— while suppressing a smile at the sight of her hand firmly in Yangyang’s grip.
“What happened, Nana?” Yifeng asks, cocking her head in the direction of her injured hand.
“Glass shards,” Nana responds plainly, not caring to elaborate further.
Yangyang lets go of her hand and pushes her slightly towards the seat next to Yifeng, causing her to fall into it ungracefully.
Yifeng gently takes Nana’s hand, inspecting the glass puncturing her skin with a sigh. She turns away to grab a bottle of disinfecting alcohol and a few cotton balls, dampening the cotton with the alcohol as she speaks.
“The glass cut pretty deep into you, so I’m going to need to use tweezers to pick them out,” she explains as she lightly wipes away the blood near the wounds on Nana’s hand. Grabbing a tweezer, Yifeng looked at her closely. “It might hurt, but I don't have enough time to take you to a hospital. We can’t let the glass go in any deeper, or it’ll never come out and keep cutting you internally, causing a lot of internal bleeding.”
Nana nods indifferently, sucking in a breath as she feels Yifeng’s tweezers pulling a glass shard out of her hand. With her other hand, Yifeng immediately grabbed a cotton pad to press against the blood rushing out from the open wound.
After extracting a few more pieces and bandaging her hand carefully, Yifeng breathes out in relief.
“You’re lucky there weren’t that many small pieces that went underneath your skin, but make sure to let your hand rest for about a week. Change bandages everyday, and if you don’t have enough of them, you can always come back to get more,” she says with a smile. “Try not to get injured so much in the future, okay?”
But her words went ignored as Nana grabs Yangyang’s hand again and exits the nurse’s office.
“Where do you want to go now?” Nana asks. “God, this means that I can’t work. Fuck it, I’m working anyway. I need the money.”
“You should rest. But before that— let's go beat up your ex.”
“But… ” she starts, a little apprehensive— but brushes off her concerns quickly, slightly scared to ruin her reputation by turning Yangyang down. “Never mind. yeah, let’s go.”
They approach Yangyang’s motorcycle, Nana climbing on directly behind Yangyang.
Though he looked composed, all of his thoughts masked behind his indifferent facade, Yangyang shakes with rage under his calm expression. Nana has been the only person he’s ever trusted, and he became extremely wary when she started dating Jaemin.
Yangyang was so suspicious of his perfect facade, and the way they even met— Jaemin lived in Korea, for fuck’s sake. He visited China every few weeks only when he didn’t want to attend school, until he graduated. He moved to a university near their school in China, yet turned down her multiple offers to meet up, despite the significant decrease of difficulty to just walk a few blocks down to meet his girlfriend.
And a few days ago, his fling had texted Nana and apologized, explaining what had happened. She had hooked up with Jaemin multiple times without knowing that he had a girlfriend.
Instead of wanting to kill Jaemin like he had expected, she had only sent him a “fuck you” text and blocked him everywhere she could.
Yangyang knew that Nana was broken, yet she pushed him away— and there was nothing he could do about it.
Once they got to the back of Jaemin’s university, Yangyang dialed his number, making sure that his number remained unknown to Jaemin.
“Back of your school,” Yangyang snaps angrily. “Square up, you fucking asshole.”
“I’m surprised that Jaemin didn’t hit you back,” Nana sighs as she bandages Yangyang’s wounds. “but holy fucking shit, Jeno is strong as fuck.”
She had only gotten a punch in the nose by Jaemin’s friend Haechan, but Jaemin pulled him back, unable to help Yangyang while Jeno had, quite literally, beaten Yangyang up.
“Don’t remind me,” he groans, as he hissed out in pain when Nana’s alcohol wipes brushed over his open wounds. “God, I had no idea Jaemin’s friends were assholes too. I thought they’d be mad that Jaemin cheated, but they’re sticking up for a motherfucker like him? Wow. I am absolutely fucking speechless.”
“I know, I can’t believe it either,” she sighs, while turning to glance at the clock, gasping as she reads the time. “Shit, it’s already 4. I need to go to work.”
“Not with that,” Yangyang eyes her bandaged hand, with a raised eyebrow and a pointed expression on his face.
She just rolls her eyes at him. “You can’t stop me.”
“Well, I’ll still be at your house when you get back. We’re going to a party at night,” he sighs out, knowing that he couldn’t change her mind, being the stubborn person she was.
ii. truth or dare? that’s boring, let’s play dare or humiliation!
True to his word, Yangyang was still sitting on her couch nearly six hours later, scrolling through his Netflix account that he logged into on Nana’s TV.
“Oh, you’re back,” he yawns, blinking his drowsiness away as he sat up. “Just finished binging The Untamed. Gosh, I forgot how much it fucking sucks.”
She makes a sound acknowledging his statement while rubbing her eyes, setting her bag down on a chair.
“God, just came back from three shifts,” she sighs tiredly. “And I’m barely making enough to cover this month,”
Yangyang frowns at his friend’s tired state. “Nana… I told you that I can help you pay it off, I have too much money anywa—”
“No.” She interrupts sternly. “Ma would’ve hated that. She hated owing people money, and I’ll just feel bad knowing that you paid off Ma’s hospital debt, which should’ve been Ba’s responsibility. But he’s gone too, so it’s my job now. I’m not going to let you offer me your whole allowance to cover this.”
Yangyang sighs. “But you literally work, like, 30 hours a week on the weekdays and an extra 20 hours a week on the weekends! You need a break, I’ll just cover one month for you—”
“Stop it, Yangyang. I said no.”
He just pouts. I can’t ever do anything nice for Nana without her getting upset.
“Fine. Let’s get ready, the party is in half an hour.”
“What party?” she asks in confusion. “I’m fucking exhausted, I’m not in the mood to party.”
But he just ignores her words as he pulls out an outfit for her from a bag that he had placed inconspicuously on the floor a few hours ago. “Put it on, I’m waiting!”
“When did you even buy this?!” she gapes, her eyes widening as she reads the designer brand name and the price tag of each piece. Her jaw drops upon reading the huge number. “Yangyang, this is literally enough to cover two months of the hospital debt!! What were you thinking?! This is so fucking expensive I-”
“It’s not important… put it on!” he says, cutting her off successfully.
She exhales a breath steadily, and goes into her room to change, with the outfit in her hands. Yangyang had chosen a pair of high-waisted ripped straight denim jeans, a Gucci belt, and a black ribbed tube top with sheer sleeves, leaving a small section of skin exposed above the waistband.
Nana sighs, feeling bad for accepting all of the extravagant gifts Yangyang buys for her— at this point, he could honestly pass for her sugar daddy. She pairs the outfit with more jewelry that he bought for her; a simple gold chain choker, and a few rings— a twisted silver one on her right index, a simple rose gold one that she placed halfway on her right middle finger, a bronze chain one on her right index, a thick jade ring that she got from her grandmother (the only one that wasn’t from Yangyang), which she placed on her left middle finger, a gold one with a crescent moon on it halfway on her left ring finger (which was from a matching set with Yangyang), and a claw ring that started from the base of her left index to adorning the tip of her finger.
Grabbing a pair of purple tinted glasses to, hopefully, complete her look, she walks outside of her room. “Yangyang, you really need to stop buying me shit… you’re literally being a sugar daddy at this point,” she jokes.
“Oh? Do you want me to be your daddy?” he smirks, and Nana’s eyes widen slightly at the innuendo, but she just scoffs, a disgusted expression on her face.
“You wish.”
Yangyang snickers at that, and casually grabs a pair of heeled sandals out of the same bag as before. “Shoes.”
Nana sighs. “Literally 90% of the shit I wear is bought by you, Yangyang, you really need to stop.”
But her words go ignored by Yangyang, who places the shoes into her hands.
“Let’s go,” he smiles as she finishes fastening her new shoes, taking her hand and leading her out of her apartment, back onto his motorcycle again.
Nana wrinkles her nose at the already overwhelming scent of alcohol in the air as she enters the party with Yangyang. She mentally freezes in anger as she realizes whose party this is, seeing Renjun — who’s already drunk and complaining about something (probably Nana) to his friend Chenle—from across the room.
She turns accusingly to Yangyang, but he was already gone; he knew better than to stick around and get yelled at by Nana.
With a sigh, she walks into the kitchen, grabbing a mixed drink on the table, grimacing at the initial taste.
“Fancy seeing you here,” a voice says behind her. She smirks as she turns to meet his eyes.
“Guanheng, what the fuck did you put in this drink?” Nana snorts as she takes another sip.
“Ah… it’s my new special, the one I’d like to call Drunk In My Bed,” he snickers. “How is it?”
“Terrible,” she jokes. “I think I’ll Puke In Your Bed instead.”
He frowns, clutching his chest in mock pain.
“How rude of you, Nana,” he gasps out playfully. “That’s my favorite creation!”
She smirks while downing the rest of the drink. “When are we playing beer pong?”
“Any time you want, babe,” he flirts, raising an eyebrow with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you playing with me?”
“Only if you don’t suck, sweetheart,” she plays along. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make better drinks. You need an upgraded bartender.”
With that, she grabs the tequila, vodka, Sprite, mango juice and orange juice from his fridge, along with a drink shaker and a few syrups he has stashed in a cupboard.
She shakes up an array of drinks, making Guanheng hand them out, who promises a round of beer pong after everyone is drunk enough.
Nana rests her arm on Yangyang’s shoulder as she hands him a drink. He takes it and drinks it, humming in approval.
“What’s happening now?” she asks.
“Nothing interesting,” he shrugs. “Just Renjun shit-talking you, but I didn’t expect anything more from that snake.”
She sighs in response. “Let’s beat him up later, we’re playing beer pong first.”
Just as she finishes speaking, Guanheng claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Hey everyone, we’re playing beer pong, so join me in the room with a partner if you want to play or watch— there’s a total of three tables to play on.”
“Let’s go,” Nana smiles, taking Yangyang’s hand and leading him to the beer pong tables. “You want to play?”
“No, I’ll just watch you and Guanheng argue,” he smirks.
“I heard my name,” Guanheng winks as he joins Nana at one side of a table.
“Who wants to play against the godly beer pong duo?!” Yangyang yells out loudly.
The party goes silent for a moment, before Renjun (who is already nearly bat-shit drunk) yells, “Me and Chenle-ya will do it!”
“You’ve made a bad decision, Renjun-ah,” he mumbles out to Renjun with a smirk on his face.
“It’s okay, he was a bad decision,” Nana smirks. “Bring it on, losers.”
Before Renjun could open his mouth to retort, Yangyang pushes them to the other side of the table. And suddenly, the two other beer pong tables look empty as everyone huddles around the center table with Nana and Guanheng against Renjun and Chenle.
“Let’s fucking go, Yang Nana!” Siyuan yells out loudly, already almost batshit drunk. Chenle and Guanheng fill their respective cups with beer as Renjun and Nana stare at each other.
“Bring it on, Mr. Perfect,” Nana snickers.
Renjun grabs a ping-pong ball and aims it at their side of cups, but it bounces off the rim of the center cup and onto the table.
“Darn, your aim sucks,” she taunts as she grabs herself a ball, easily tossing it into the cup closest to Renjun. The crowd of students go wild as she cocks an eyebrow at him. “Drink up, prez.”
He mutters out complaints while tossing the ball back to their side, taking the cup of beer and drinking it all. Chenle grabs another ball, resisting the urge to facepalm at the obvious tension between the two, and easily gets it into the cup closest to the center.
Guanheng sighs as he grabs the cup, tossing the ball back to Chenle, who hands it to Renjun, and downs the beer— so quickly that it leaves a burn in his throat, which he grimaces at, before grabbing their ping-pong ball.
He manages to get it into the cup in the corner, and Nana lets out a small breath of relief as Chenle drinks all of the liquid in the cup.
Renjun squints at cups in front of him, his vision already getting a little blurry with the alcohol in his lightweight system.
Surprisingly, he manages to get it into the left cup in the second row. Nana grabs it with a scoff, taking out the ball and throwing it at Renjun’s head before pouring the whole drink into her mouth, throwing the cup behind her.
She grabs the ball in Guanheng’s hand, staring closely as she aims it at a random cup, and it lands in with a splash. Renjun lets out an audible groan as he grabs the cup, rolls the ball towards the other side, and drinks it all.
It’s Chenle’s turn now, but he misses, and Renjun nearly screams in frustration.
“Chenle, you fucking suck,” he whines, and Nana doesn’t even suppress the laugh bubbling up within her.
“You also missed one,” she smirks. “Therefore, you also suck.”
Guanheng grabs the ball and lands it into the cup nearest to the center, and Chenle grumbles an insult at Renjun as he drinks it.
“All your fucking fault for making me play with you,” Chenle tsks. “I should’ve just ignored you.”
Renjun just shrugs as he attempts to throw the ball into another cup. But it fails, bouncing on the rim of two cups before landing on the table— but by now, mostly everyone has dissipated from the crowd, disappointed in Renjun’s and Chenle’s lack of skill. Nana just gives him a mocking pity smile as she tosses the ball into the right cup in the second row.
“Looks like you’re the one who fucking sucks,” she snickers, watching as he downs the cup of beer with a pout on his face.
“Shut up, you’re only good because you have nothing better to do,” he snaps.
“That’s a bad way of coping, assuming things just because you’re bad at it. You’d be bad at this even if you did it every single day,” she says disapprovingly with a click of her tongue. “You just don’t know how to do anything except be a nerd. Is this your first time tasting alcohol, goody two shoes?”
Chenle interrupts their argument with a cough, getting his ball into the middle cup closest to the other side. Guanheng exhales air through his nose as he drinks, slamming the cup on the table as he consumes the whole cup. He grabs the ping pong ball, focusing on the last cup standing on the other side.
“You better get this one, or I’m never playing beer pong with you again,” Nana whispers threateningly.
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” he smirks back as he bounces the ball on the table, and into the last cup.
Renjun groans as Chenle finishes the last cup on their side, whining about Chenle making them lose.
“As customary to our version of beer pong, you guys also have to split the last three cups of beer too,” Nana winks as she leaves the room.
Siyuan drags Nana to the group of people playing their version of Truth or Dare.
“Siyuan, Truth or Dare is the dumbest game in the history of dumb games,” Nana deadpans. “For the last time, I am not playing.”
“Hey, hey,” Guanheng pipes up from the circle. “We’re not playing Truth or Dare. That’s boring. We’re playing Dare or Humiliation!”
Nana raises her eyebrows.
“Come on, just one round, please?” Siyuan pouts, and she groans, obliging with a few “fine, okay”’s falling from her lips.
Siyuan spins the bottle in the middle to choose the first victim player.
And it lands on Siyuan. Nana smirks as she senses Siyuan’s grimace.
“Tang Siyuan,” Nana says. “Dare or Humiliation?”
“Hm… um, I’ll pick Dare,” Siyuan sighs.
“Wise choice,” Guanheng winks at her, and spins the wheel of dares on his phone, which everyone in the circle contributed to.
“Mix Lao Gan Ma, soymilk, mung bean ice cream, sesame paste, orange juice, salted egg crackers, that 5-day old jasmine milk tea with brown sugar boba and coconut jelly in Guanheng’s fridge, and yogurt in a blender and drink it,” he snickers, but it fades and a terrified expression grows on his face as he reads the rest of the dare. “And then… kiss Guanheng. I- wait, what? What if I got this one? Would I kiss myself?”
The two victims cringe at the sound of the monstrous dare.
“Now, who came up with this?!” he cries out in terror.
“Me,” Yangyang says casually. “Great dare, right? I was kind of hoping that Siyuan would get this one.”
Siyuan scowls at him as everyone else in the circle excitedly gets up to make her the gag-guaranteed drink.
Soon, Nana approaches her again with the demonic concoction of a drink— chunky and revolting— with a shit-eating grin on her face as Siyuan reluctantly accepts the cursed cup of disgusting foods.
“Drink up, darling,” she smirks at the scowl on Siyuan’s face.
Plugging her nose and quickly pouring the mixture into her mouth, she swallows with a grimace on her face.
“Oh God, that was nasty. Guanheng, come here,” Siyuan says with a cheeky grin on her face, grabbing him by the neck. She connects her lips with Guanheng’s, making sure that she slides her tongue into his mouth— forcing him to taste the gag-worthy drink, too.
He pulls away as soon as she lets go, coughing and choking at the taste.
“I’m getting water to wash that shit down,” he gags, as she follows him to get some for herself as well.
Siyuan sits back down in the circle, spinning the bottle again a little too eagerly.
It lands on Yangyang, and he groans out “Dare”, as Guanheng spins the wheel again.
“Kiss the person closest to you,” he reads. “Simple enough. You and Meng Xiyun.”
Xiyun cringes slightly at the dare, but stays in place as Yangyang pecks her on the lips, an indifferent expression on his face as he grabs the bottle to spin.
About ten rounds go by before the bottle lands on Nana.
“Dare,” she shrugs.
“Shit, we’re out of dares,” Guanheng sighs as he looks at the zero at the top of the “New Dares” list. “Anyone have a dare for her?”
Siyuan perks up, a little too eagerly as she downs the rest of her Tsingdao beer bottle, slamming it onto the floor as she yells out drunkenly, “MAKE OUT WITH HUANG RENJUN!”
Everyone in the circle goes silent. Nana’s eyes flick to the side of the room, where Renjun is still shit-talking someone (presumably, her) to Chenle, who looks extremely exasperated, but unable to stop his friend from complaining.
She hesitates for a few moments, but smirks and lets out a scoff as she processes the dare.
“Sure, I’ll do it,” she said indifferently, grabbing Yangyang’s half-empty beer bottle and chugging the rest of it before slamming it down on the ground again.
“Nana, what the fuck,” Yangyang deadpanned.
“Bitch, I’m not doing this sober.”
Everyone’s eyes widen in complete shock as she stands up and makes her way towards Renjun.
He loses his train of thought as he sees Nana walking towards him, and Chenle takes this as a cue to leave. She smirks at his pathetic attempt to back away— completely backing himself into a wall instead.
She slaps her hand to the wall beside him as she looks him up and down in disgust. She raises an eyebrow, exhaling heavily through her nose.
“Hey, student council president,” she scoffs. “Don’t you know it’s rude to talk shit about other people? Especially if they can hear you?”
He lets out an audible gulp as her hot breath brushes across face, making him look even more flushed on top of his drunken red glow.
“I— uh, yeah— but—” Renjun stammers, but before he could get an excuse out, she leans in even closer and his eyes blow wide as she connects her lips to his.
He doesn’t know how to react. His lips stay completely frozen as hers move against his passionately. Out of all the things he expected to happen, getting his first kiss as a makeout session from the person he hated the most was absolutely not one of them.
Renjun loses it when her tongue glides over his bottom lip, gasping into the kiss as her tongue slides into his mouth. He closes his eyes, kissing back as he moves his hands up to her head, pulling her even closer to him. He nearly moans into the kiss as her fingers find their way onto him, running through the hairs at the nape of his neck as her tongue explores each and every crevice of his mouth.
But just when Renjun was debating whether to slide his tongue into her mouth as well— something that had never even crossed his mind before, let alone considered— Nana suddenly pulls away, blowing out a breath against his lips before walking away, throwing a wink behind her shoulder at him before joining the circle again.
“I told you it was easy,” she states nonchalantly, like she definitely did not just have a heated makeout session with someone whom she hated more than her father (which was truly an impressive feat).
The rest of the group was still shocked, staring at her like she just entered the room from the ceiling.
“You— Renjun— that—“ Siyuan sputters out in disbelief, the shock from watching that probably sobering up her mind. “You actually did it?! I was joking, Nana. And I was drunk!”
“Don’t pretend to be innocent,” Nana rolls her eyes. “I know that all of you wanted to see that.”
A wave of embarrassment hits Renjun after he hears the conversation, as tears well up in his eyes.
Of course she isn’t interested in you, Renjun, he thought bitterly to himself. You were a fucking asshole to her.
And his eyes widen at the thought of thinking of her that way and he spins back to look at Nana’s expression, which looks uncannily similar to the Cheshire cat’s.
Don’t I hate her? Why do I even care?
His thoughts were nearly visible on his face.
Oh, sweetheart… that’s only what you want to believe, Nana thinks to herself, the shit-eating grin plastered on her face only growing.
iii. step one: try to make him like you— well shit, step one failed.
Nana wakes up in Yangyang’s bed to a massive headache and around fifty text notifications blowing up her phone.
Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she sits up, blinking her eyes as she regains consciousness, drinking a glass of water on the table beside the bed she was in.
She unlocks her phone, her eyes widening comically as she reads the texts guilty of blowing up her notifications for the past few hours.
siyuan idiot 🤺 — 01:04babe i know you’re batshit drunk right now but
i think it’s a good idea to text you this so you DO know
even though i’m right next to your drunk ass right the fuck now
don’t kill me pls but i dared you to makeout with huang renjun and
your dumbfuck ass DID… i-
I’M SORRY FOR THE DARE ??? BUT I
I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT ?@?1)*;&2(#1%$?!/
😭😭
NANA PLEASE DON’T KILL ME ;A;
guanheng aka devil 👹 — 01:47
YANG NANA YOU DID NOT
YOU FUCKING MADE OUT WITH HUANG RENJUN ??? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AT MY PARTY???? OH MY GOD
I NEVER KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME LMFAOO
i am ACTUALLY WHEEZING
btw i recorded it ;)
Attachment: 1 video
i’m sending this to everyone LMAOOOO
guanheng aka devil 👹 — 09:31Renjun’s at mine rn and he’s having a breakdown bc i told him what happened BSHKDSMSN
help i’m trying not to laugh but it’s nOT WORKING
yangyang fake tsundere 😇 — 10:26you’re at my house rn (in case your hungover ass forgot <3)
i just left to go buy you breakfast ok?
do not call 119 today bc i’m not there :) i did NOT abandon you
Her face pales.
She kissed Renjun last night? The Huang Renjun who she claims to hate so much?
Nana’s cheeks flush upon watching the video.
Oh God. I’m fucked.
“Siyuan, this is all your fucking fault,” Nana whines, back at her favorite spot (or the rooftop). Her legs dangle off the side, and she kicks her feet around like a child as she frowns in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Nana,” she apologizes for the umpteenth time, handing Nana a cup of her favorite drink: roasted oolong milk tea with brown sugar boba, light sugar and no ice.
Nana begrudgingly accepts, taking a sip and smiling at the taste. “I’ll forgive you after you buy me… hm, another twenty of these.”
But her smile soon fades again, remembering all the memories that she associated with the drink.
“Nana? Earth to Nana,” Siyuan says, snapping her fingers in front of Nana’s face.
Hearing the loud sound, she snaps back to reality and blinks away the memories, turning to face her friend.
“What?” Nana asks.
“I said,” she smirks. “Maybe you can use Renjun to get over Jaemin.”
She subconsciously flinches at the sound of his name.
“I… well, I mean,” Nana stutters. “It’s not a bad idea?”
“Exactly!” she grins. “You hate him anyway. No strings attached, you know? What’s the worst that can happen— you guys hating each other more?”
Nana forces a grin onto her face. “I’ll… I’ll think about it, yeah.”
Why am I hesitating?
“Why think? You have such a good opportunity. If only you saw his face yesterday after the kiss… oho. He was staring at you like you were some angel,” Siyuan snickers. “Angel, my ass. Devil is more like it.”
Despite the pile of excuses lying on the tip of her tongue, Nana blurts out, “I’ll do it.”
Siyuan’s eyes widen comically, not expecting Nana to accept her poorly thought-out plan so easily, but she brushes it aside.
“Step one,” she smirks. “Pair up with him in History today, and try to get him to like you. We have group projects starting today.”
“How do you know?”
“Hello? Did all that alcohol yesterday make you dumb?” Siyuan jokes. “I just had History first period.”
Nana gasps. “WAIT… Did you pair up with… with Guanheng?”
Her cheeks dust with pink at Nana’s accusation. “Well… maybe.”
Nana lets out a cackle. “I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it.”
“Shut up, Yang Nana!” Siyuan fumes in embarrassment.
“Make me, Tang Siyuan!” Nana retorts with a smirk on her face, but it dies as she realizes a very important detail that could make her plan go very wrong. “Wait… but Chenle is in Renjun’s class! Won’t they pair up?”
Siyuan lets out a sharp exhale of mock offense.
“I already have that sorted out, babygirl,” she rolls her eyes. “Who do you take me for? An idiot?”
“Yeah, sometimes,” Nana teases.
Siyuan pouts. “Hey! Sometimes?!”
“Nah, I changed my mind,” Nana says, with a shit-eating grin on her face, and pauses for good measure before continuing her thought. “All the time.”
Just as Siyuan opens her mouth to retort, the school bell rings loudly.
“Gotta go— I have to go implement step one,” she snickers.
Throwing a teasing wink in her direction, Nana opens the door to the stairwell as a teacher yells from down below, “Are you guys on the roof? During school hours?”
Taking that as a cue to leave, Nana kicks the door open. The teacher to the entrance of the building as the two of them race down the stairs and exit through the back door of the building— just in time as they hear loud footsteps rushing up the staircase.
They collectively let out loud exhales of relief, before Siyuan gasps.
“Nana, our bags are up there!”
“... Shit.”
They collectively groan, but Nana convinces Siyuan to go to their math class first.
“It’s fine, I’m always in detention,” Nana grimaces. “Just tell the teacher I have, uh… period cramps.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but before she could get a single word out, they hear sounds of footsteps coming back down the staircase, and Nana shoves her away.
“Go!” she mouths at Siyuan, who frowns but runs to class.
She heads back into the building, only to be confronted by her old biology teacher.
“Yang Nana,” he sighs. “Why am I not surprised?”
She doesn’t respond, keeping an emotionless expression on her face.
He let out another sigh. “You just earned yourself a week of detention.”
“Cool,” Nana deadpans, before brushing past Mr. Han and walking up the staircase.
Mr. Han just blinks in confusion at the disrespect he had just witnessed— which, to be fair, was probably one of the only disrespectful actions he had ever seen from a student— but before he instinctively yells at her, he just shakes his head, lets out a sigh of disappointment, and exits the building.
Nana scrambles up the staircase, completely out of breath by the time she reaches the top, panting as she grabs the two backpacks and races back down.
“Pair up, everyone,” Mr. Yao announces lazily. “Find one person to work with— absolutely no groups of three.”
Renjun glances at Chenle, but he looks back at Renjun apologetically. “Sorry, I’m pairing up with Yifeng.”
He shoots Chenle a death glare, while scanning the classroom to find someone else who didn’t have a partner.
And his stomach drops when he realizes that the only other person who seemed to be alone was Yang Nana— the devil incarnate.
“You’re such a traitor,” Renjun sighs dramatically to Chenle. “You owe me so much for this.”
With that, he walks over to where Nana is sitting in the back corner of the class. He tries not to blush as memories of the previous night flash before his eyes.
“Oh wow, you’re voluntarily pairing up with me,” Nana deadpans, raising a singular eyebrow. “Class president got no friends left?”
Renjun resists the urge to fight back.
“So you’re back to being a bitch after making out with me,” he blurts out.
She lets out a mix of a scoff and a laugh at that, raising her eyebrows at his comment.
“Oh darling, did you think I did that because I like you?” Nana snickers. “Too bad it was just a dare, then.”
Ignoring the completely dejected look on Renjun’s face, she pushes herself out of her chair and leaves the table to take the assignment from Mr. Yao.
Step one: failed, she sighs to herself. Nana clenches her jaw in annoyance. Why do I even need him to like me?
“Can I have your WeChat username, at least?” Renjun sighs as she returns with one packet of instructions, haphazardly tossing it onto his desk.
“What, you want to take me out?” she smirks.
“In your dreams,” he manages to retort. “No, you idiot, it’s for the goddamn project.”
“That would be in my nightmares,” she scoffs. “I’m starting to think you purposely made your friend pair up with that girl so you could pair up with me.”
Renjun sputters out indignantly at her sarcastic jab, and Nana just tuts condescendingly as she grabs his open phone and punches her WeChat username into his phone harshly.
As the sound of the school bell pierces through the chattering noises in the classroom, she drops his phone into his lap indifferently, grabs her bag, and is the first to exit the room.
iv. alexa, play any random song. wait— no, NOT PPAP
huang renjun — 15:28hi it’s renjun
when are you free to work on the project together
Nana scoffs at the notification, but as soon as she picks up her phone to respond, her coworker, Dejun, tells her to go take the order of the new customers.
Stuffing her phone into her apron pocket, she stands behind the cashier table.
“Hi, welcome to Wei Shen Cafe— oh, it’s you,” her fake smile disappears in an instant as she glowers at Renjun and Chenle standing across from her. “What do you want, nerd? Are you following me?”
“You wish,” Renjun snaps back. “This is one of the most popular cafes around here, you aren’t fucking special.”
“Hurry up and order,” Chenle groans.
But Renjun just ignores him, and continues pestering Nana.
“Aren’t you rich, Yang Nana? I wouldn’t think you’d be working at a cafe like this,” he prods, trying to get a reaction out of her.
But luckily, before she could open her mouth and cause a huge scene in the cafe (and maybe get fired if her boss comes out), Dejun comes to her rescue.
“What would you like? As you can see, there’s a long line behind you,” he tells Renjun plainly. “Please leave or order now.”
Chenle sighs in embarrassment, pushing Renjun aside as he orders two drinks hurriedly, pulling him to a table to sit down at.
“Thanks,” she mutters to Dejun, and he gasps mockingly.
“The Yang Nana? Saying something nice to me??” He gapes teasingly. “No problem. He was being a jerk anyway. Like, who does he think he is?! Commenting about you and what you do with your money like that? What an asshole.”
“You can say that again,” Nana sighs, resisting the urge to spit in the matcha latte she was making for Renjun.
huang renjun — today at 16:03when do you get off your shift
Nana just rolls her eyes, changing his name in her WeChat.
now watch me na(e)na(e) has changed huang renjun’s nickname to bitchboy extraordinaire
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:07none of your goddamn business, bitchface
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 16:07i’ll ignore that nicknamei’m fucking waiting for you right now
when do you get off
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:12oh, you’re waiting?
how sweet.
i literally get off at 1am
let’s see how long you can wait
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 16:13what…. doesn’t wei shen close at 10 ??
you’re fucking lying
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:20what’s it to you?
we don’t need to see each other to work on this project anyway
fuck off. go do it yourself
you don’t have 8 hours of work like me every day
With that, she slips her phone into her back pocket and ignores the notifications buzzing from it.
Days pass, and the only thing on Renjun’s mind is her. The only thing he can think about is Yang Nana, that fucking stupid kiss, and the way his heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest when he even catches a glimpse of her anywhere.
He’s fallen for her, and he hates it. Renjun knows that Nana doesn’t give a shit about him, so why does he still like her?
And why did she even hate him?
He feels like he’s going insane. He malfunctions every time she talks to him, and all of their flirty teasing is starting to get to him. His face fires up whenever she calls him darling, whenever she even smirks at him.
Renjun’s infatuated with her, and there’s nothing he can do but forget about it, and hope it’ll go away. Or confess, and inevitably get his heart broken.
“Fuck you, Yang Nana,” he mutters to himself.
Shaking his head and sighing at himself, Renjun goes back to studying— only to be interrupted by another notification, and his eyebrows raise, seeing that it’s from Nana.
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:51okay it’s a saturday so i don’t have that much work
since you’re so fucking annoying, when do you want to work on the stupid project
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:53
have you ever considered that i might be busy
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:54
no
if you’re “busy” then go do the damn project yourself
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:55have i ever mentioned that i hate your guts
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:57
yes
many times
like i said you can kiss my ass. i don’t give a shit.
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:58fuck you
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:58i know you want that
anyways show up at 2pm at my house, or i will commit arson on your ass whenever i see you next
Renjun is left choking on his own spit at her very obvious sexual innuendo.
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 12:01
i don’t even know where you live
But his message goes ignored, and he sighs out a deep breath of annoyance.
Yang Nana, stop fucking with my head, will you?
Two hours later, Renjun receives a message with her address, and he looks down at Nana’s message and the apartment building he found himself in front of.
Floor 12, he reads. Room 7.
“No elevator?!” he cries out, his eyes staring at the dusty blue stairs with paint peeling off of them, the worn-out wood, and the rusty handlebar.
I guess I’m climbing twelve flights of stairs, he sighs to himself,
By the time he reaches the top, he feels like he’s done his brother’s leg workout, wiping sweat accumulating on his forehead. He pants out in exhaustion, taking his water bottle out of his bag and gulping down half of it to quench the sandpaper consistency his throat had started to resemble.
Finding Nana’s apartment was also a challenge, since there were no room number labels on the walls; and he finds himself knocking on her door at 2:20 pm.
“Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find your place,” Renjun blurts out, mentally cursing himself for even bothering to apologize. “And why are there no elevators in this big ass apartment building? Are you really so poor that you need to live at such a worn-down—“
He doesn’t finish his thought before Nana grabs him by the collar and pulls him into her apartment harshly.
“Have you realized that not everyone is as rich as you?!” she snaps angrily. “Why are you even here if you care so much? If you didn’t want to work with me, you wouldn’t have even come here. So what’s your fucking problem, Huang?”
He falls silent.
“I’m— I,” he stumbles over his words. “I was just surprised, sorry. I didn’t know you were… you were… ”
“Poor. I know, I’m pretty fucking poor,” she sneers, rolling her eyes as she grabs his wrist and leads her towards her room.
He tries to stop asking so many questions, but when he notices the empty house, he opens his mouth to speak again.
“Yes, I live alone,” she snips tiredly.
His mouth closes.
“What happened to your parents?” Renjun asks.
He knows that he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but be curious— realizing that there was a lot he didn’t know about Nana than he had thought.
But she remains silent, and he takes that as a cue to stop talking.
Stupid, they both think, but for different reasons.
“Alexa, play any random song,” Nana says to her Amazon Echo that Yangyang had gifted her a few years ago.
“Generating a random song,” Alexa says, shuffling a list of songs. “Playing: Pen Pineapple Apple Pen, long version.”
Nana resists the urge to unplug and throw the device against the wall, as the man sings, “I have a pen, I have an apple… uh. Apple Pen. I have a pen, I have pineapple… uh. Pineapple P—“
“Wait—” she groans out at the sound. “No, NOT PPAP. Alexa, shut the fuck up.”
”If only it were that easy to get an Apple Pen,” she mutters.
Renjun lets out a snicker at that.
Around three hours of bickering, arguing and yelling later, Nana stands up.
“I need to go to work— good luck with the rest,” she informs him, closing her laptop and standing up to open her closet to grab her work bag and supplies. “I did way more work than you, since you were arguing with me and staring at me for most of the time, so… it’s not my work anymore. Go research about that stupid guy, and finish the presentation.”
Renjun raises his eyebrows at her clothing collection as she opens the door.
“If you’re so poor, how do you have Gucci—” he starts, but he’s cut off by Nana.
“Gifts,” she sighs out in frustration. “So many goddamn questions, you fuckface. Stop being so nosy, will you?”
With that, she grabs his laptop, shoves it into his backpack, and pushes it into his chest.
“Get out.”
As soon as they exit her apartment, Nana turns around and locks the door behind her.
“How do you get down to the lobby?” he asks.
“With the stairs,” she deadpans.
Renjun groans at the thought of going back down the stairs. “It’s not that bad. I used to live on the 20th floor.”
“What happened, though?” he asks again, as they begin down the stairs.
“Why do you need to know?” she retorts.
“Because…” he starts, fumbling over his words. “Because, I… I want to know. I think we didn’t start off too right—”
“No shit, Sherlock,” she snaps. “I don’t think we’re that close to justify me spilling to you my whole life story, though.”
“Maybe another day, when I don’t find you an asshole and a half,” she finishes.
He mutters something under his breath, but Nana doesn’t hear it— nor is she interested in knowing.
“Where were you from 2pm to 5pm, young man?” his mother questions as soon as she walks into the house, locking her Tesla and sitting down to eat dinner— a very late dinner.
Renjun freezes at her angry tone, sitting in front of his now cold food. “I was working on a project with a friend.”
“Chenle?” she asks. “He says that you weren’t at his house.”
“Not Chenle,” he replies. “Another person in my class.”
His mother tsks. “Show me the work you two did.”
He obliges, bending down to unzip his backpack and show her the presentation.
She scoffs (probably at the lack of criticism she can give).
“Why has your school ranking dropped from number 3 to number 4?” she snaps angrily. “What did I tell you about staying in the top three, huh?”
“Only getting an 89 on your chemistry test,” she seeths angrily. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?!”
Renjun’s eyes prick with tears upon the mention of his perfect brother.
“Your brother was so much better than you,” she yells. “He was so perfect. Everyone loved him, he was both popular and smart, getting everything he ever thought about having.
“What about you?! You just managed to snag the title of ‘Student Body President’, because there were no good candidates to choose from! You don’t get good grades, your teachers don’t love you as much, why are you such a failure?! I pay for your tutoring, your extra classes, and you still can’t do well?” she screams. “Why are you so useless? Wasting my money— I knew it was a mistake to have another child.”
Renjun’s tears drip into the broth of his noodles.
“Stop crying, you fool!” she barks at him. “Does that solve anything for you?!”
He sniffles, slamming his chopsticks down onto the table as he grabs a tissue to wipe at his tears.
“Why do you do this to me?!” Renjun sobs. “I try so hard to please you, and yet you’re still not happy.”
His mother swallows, sighing as she realizes she went too far.
“I was missing your brother,” she sighs. “I’m sorry, Renjun— I have been going to therapy, but nothing stops the anger.”
But Renjun was done with her excuses. “That doesn’t mean you can just release it all on me. I’m not your punching bag, Ma.”
He glances at the clock but ignores how close it is to midnight— grabbing his coat and phone.
“Going out for a walk,” he mumbles, running out the door and out into the neighborhood.
He tries to ignore his mother’s stupid words, wiping at the stray tears falling from his face.
I try so hard to be perfect for you, Ma, since Ba left and Ge stays at university, Renjun sighs to himself. Why don’t you ever see it, though?
He checks his phone, sighing as he realizes that it’s already past midnight.
Oh well, I can always go to the 24-hour convenience store, right?
He approaches the store, the bells on the dore jingling as he enters.
“Hello, welcome go 24/7— wait, what the fuck are you doing here?” a familiar voice speaks with annoyance.
Renjun looks up from the shelves, staring incredulously at Yang Nana, working behind the cashier table.
“I’m… why are you everywhere?!” he snaps.
“Why are you stalking me?!” she retorts.
“I’m not fucking stalking you! I just left to get some fresh air, and you’re everywhere I go!” he yells. “Forget it.”
But his red and puffy weary eyes don’t go ignored by Nana. Before he can leave the store, she walks around the cashier table and grabs his wrist, pulling him back in and shutting the door behind them.
“What’s wrong.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
He gulps. “Why should I tell you, when you never tell me anything?”
She exhales harshly through her nose. “That’s besides the point. Why were you crying?”
“My mom,” he manages to utter out, and the tears begin welling up in his eyes again. She tosses him a pack of tissues, while choosing a ramen flavor for him as he speaks.
“She’s never been the same since my parents divorced,” he manages to explain.
And once he starts talking, everything spills out of his mouth.
“My brother is two years older than me,” he explains. “He left the country to the United States for university, and he hasn’t come back to visit since. But because he isn’t here anymore, my mom starts to think so highly of him. He was an average child, but now, in her eyes, he was perfect. He was perfect, because for his whole life before college, my parents were together.”
“Today, she was just spewing lies about how good my brother was, that just weren’t true, and making me feel like shit,” he sniffles, as hot tears run down his cold face. “Like I don’t try hard or something. Like it’s easy to be in the top five student grades.”
By the time he’s done explaining, Nana’s already prepared two bowls of instant ramen and two cups of boba milk tea.
“I’m sorry about that,” Nana says, and that’s the first kind thing that Renjun’s ever heard Yang Nana say to him.
“You’re… you’re being nice,” he gasps, clearing his throat and sniffling as he presses tissues to his leaking eyes.
Nana rolls her eyes. “No, I’m only capable of being mean,” she deadpans. “Here, eat the ramen. And the boba milk tea.”
He thanks her as he opens his bowl of instant ramen.
“Salted egg ramen?” Renjun gapes. “How did you know that was my favorite?”
“I didn’t. It’s my favorite.”
They sit across from each other and eat instant ramen together.
“Why are you working so late?” he asks.
“I need a lot of money, Renjun,” she smiles wryly. “If school is a third of my day, work is the second third of my day. I study at night, and I get up early for a shift before school. I live off of caffeine.”
He gasps at her hellish schedule. “Why, though? Why do you need so much money?”
“Because I don’t have parents anymore.”
The words take a few moments to sink in.
“Oh, God. That’s why you hate me,” Renjun sighs. “I’m… Nana, I’m so sorry.”
She manages a pained smile, resisting the urge to punch him as she remembers the bitter memory. “It’s… fine.”
“But it’s not. I had no idea, Nana,” he says apologetically. “When did it happen?”
“Seven years ago.”
He gasps. “You… you were only ten.”
She only lets out a forced laugh.
“And my dad left when I was twelve. He claimed that I caused him too much pain because I look almost identical to her.”
Renjun lets out a noise of indignation. “How could he?! Just leaving a child like that?!”
“Because my mom died of cancer, there’s a shit ton of hospital bills to pay,” she scoffs. “And because my dad’s gone, I have to pay them now. I watched as the bills were mailed to our house month after month, with a stupid amount of debt printed on each sheet. Given that we already weren’t rich at all, it was nearly impossible to pay it off… I know my dad left because the debt was too much.”
He scoffs at this. “How could your father feel okay with leaving a child by herself?!”
“He thinks it’s fine, because he covers the rent for my apartment,” she seethes. “What about food? What about the debt? He didn’t care. As long as I had a place to stay, he thought it was fine. So I had to leech off of neighbors for three years, until I was legally allowed to work.”
She takes a long sip of her drink afterwards.
“You’re the second person I’ve ever told,” she admits. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”
Renjun smirks suggestively. “Oh my, is the Yang Nana warming up to me?” he gasps mockingly. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”
Nana raises a single eyebrow, the expression on her face unreadable. “You wish.”
And before he could ask what she meant by that, her coworker comes in for his shift, and Nana tells him that she has to leave. Taking off her uniform and grabbing her bag, she leaves the store, and gets onto her bike to go home.
v. huang renjun, master of the claw machine (yes, i’m kidding. he fucking sucks)
“You invited Renjun to your apartment yesterday?!” Siyuan and Yangyang collectively gasp scandalously.
“Oh my God, Nana, why didn’t you tell me? What did you guys do?” Siyuan gapes, nearly quivering with excitement.
“Nothing interesting,” Nana rolls her eyes. “We just… worked on the History project.”
“You need to take him out on a date,” Siyuan declares, taking a sip of her strawberry slushie that they had gone to buy during the second class of the day.
Yangyang clicks his tongue apprehensively, mixing his mango slushie. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to have a rebound after Jaemin and do it to Renjun on purpose.”
“No, it’s a great idea,” Siyuan interjects. “You don’t understand. After getting some dick, Nana will be happy again. “
Nana cringes at her in disgust, as she takes a sip of her lemon slushie. “Well… I do find it kinda rude to just play with Renjun’s feelings like that, but maybe talking to him will get That Dickface off of my mind.”
“It’s up to you, Nana,” Yangyang says. “Don’t feel pressured just because Siyuan changes boys every other day and clearly doesn’t care about any one of them.”
“Hey! I just sleep with different boys,” she defends herself. “They know what they’re getting into. So… erm, yeah— maybe it’s not a great idea to be an asshole to Renjun.”
“But one last dare, Nana,” Siyuan continues, her eyes sparkling. “I dare you to take Huang Renjun out on a date. Last dare, I promise.”
Nana tsks. “That’s easy, the boy’s already infatuated with me.”
And as a teacher yells at the three of them yet again for being on the roof without permission, the trio speeds down the staircase and split up in different directions to their respective classes.
Nana runs into her history class, grimacing as she realizes the only available seat is next to Renjun in the front.
Gives me the chance to ask him out, though, she smirks to herself, waltzing up to the empty seat and settling in, around 30 minutes late to the period.
“Yang Nana, do you realize that you’ve missed about half of class?” Mr. Han reprimands.
She just shrugs, unfazed. “Yeah.”
With that, she stuffs one of her wired earbuds into her right ear, pushing the end of the cord into her phone with too many scratches and cracks on the screen to count.
Starting a random song from her playlist, she lazily watches Mr. Han’s lecture, not even bothering to take notes— not that she could’ve, given she didn’t even bring anything school-related in her bag, besides her laptop.
“You’re all dismissed,” Mr. Han smiled amicably as the bell rang. As everyone stands up and begins chattering amongst themselves, Renjun turns to look at Nana, who surprisingly had not bolted out the door yet.
“You’re here,” he observes.
“No shit,” she deadpans.
He smirks. “Waiting for me?”
“In your fucking dreams,” Nana scoffs, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the class, as the rest of the people in the room gasp at the scene— utterly shocked, considering everyone knew of their hatred of each other. Renjun flushes with embarrassment, a grimace on his face.
“Don’t do that,” he whines. “Now everyone thinks we’re dating!”
She stops abruptly, turning to face him with a smirk on her face.
“Then let’s make their thoughts a reality,” Nana raises an eyebrow, sending him a wink. “Huang Renjun, do you want to go on a date with me later?”
Renjun swears that he felt his heart stop, as she notices his cheeks flush every shade of pink.
“Uh,” he says intelligently. “Um… ”
Nana presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m taking that as a ‘Yes, Nana, I love you— I mean, I’d love to!’”
He freezes as her lips meet his.
“I’ll text you,” she winks, and with that, Yang Nana walks away from him.
“Fuck, I am in love,” he groans, as his worst nightmare comes true.
But is it really a nightmare?
“Ooooh, did I just see Yang Nana ask you out on a date?” Chenle gasps, a shit-eating grin widening on his face as he appears out of nowhere, slinging an arm over Renjun’s shoulder. “You like Nana?? I thought it’d be Yiren.”
Renjun wrinkles his nose in embarrassment. “No, I hate her, dumbass. That’s why I said yes.”
“You didn’t say yes, though,” Chenle observes. “But you didn’t say no, either… I was trying not to laugh when I saw you just fucking standing there without responding. Ha, I’d take that as a yes if I were Yang Nana too.”
Renjun cringes. “Whatever, we’re going home.”
“No we’re not,” he smirks. “I’m taking you shopping because you need to look HOT for the date. You have zero fashion sense, my boy… I’m going to need to buy you some better clothes. C’mon, I’ll tell my driver that we’re going shopping!”
That’s all Renjun hears before Chenle drags him away to the parking lot in an attempt to find his chauffeur— he’s nearly shoved into the fancy Tesla car with chicken-wing-looking car doors.
“Mr. Teng, we’re going to the mall,” Chenle informs his driver.
His chauffeur glances at Chenle from the rearview mirror and nods, before leaving.
Renjun’s phone vibrates with a notification, and he unlocks his phone to see a new message from Nana.
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:32
meet me in an hour at neo arcade
A lovesick grin spreads across Renjun’s face, and Chenle snatches his phone.
“An hour?!” Chenle squawks, looking at the time and addressing his driver. “Fuck. Mr. Teng, how far are we from the mall?”
“About twenty minutes,” he responds.
“How far is the arcade from the mall?” Chenle mutters to himself as he opens his Maps app. “Okay, only ten minutes. But we still only have an hour… Renjun, search up the store list, we need to have a good outfit in mind.”
A little less than sixty minutes later, Renjun enters Neo Arcade in the best outfit out of the choices that Chenle presented him with.
Taking his phone out of his pocket, he messages Nana.
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 17:28
i’m here
He half hated the way his heart pounded at the almost instant reply from her.
now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 17:30be there in 2
When did two minutes, or 120 seconds, feel so long? Renjun fidgets with his jacket, stares expectantly at the door, and scrolls through his Weibo— but nothing successfully distracts him in the time he waits for Nana.
He forgets to breathe when he sees Nana walk through the door; although casual, she still looked stunning.
She had a black bucket hat on her head, a thick silver chain around her neck, wearing a leather jacket over a white tank top, red jean shorts and a pair of heeled white lace-up boots that went halfway up her calf.
When her eyes meet his, his mouth is still open but he closes it, walking towards her.
He doesn’t notice her eyes raking up and down his body, internally screaming at his new outfit; a green bomber jacket on top of a beige and brown striped tee, and a belt holding his denim jeans up.
Since when did Huang Renjun have such good taste in fashion?
“Wow, you look decent,” she manages to say. “Someone help you with your outfit?”
Nana doesn’t glance at his expression, looping her arm through his, but his cheeks are stained red with embarrassment.
Was it that obvious?
Noticing his silence, she erupts into laughter. “I’m just kidding. You look great.”
Renjun tries not to let out a breath of relief.
“You look good, too.”
Nana snickers. “You just noticed? Do I not always look good?”
Before he can respond, she drags him to the racing game, sitting onto the seat.
“Let’s race. Loser has to get a stuffed animal from the claw machine,” she smirks.
“Hey, I’m not good at these!” Renjun protests, and it only makes Nana’s cheshire-like grin grow wider.
“Even better.”
“Didn’t know that Yang Nana, a certified bad girl, would like stuffed animals, but okay.”
She gives him a pointed look. “Everyone likes stuffed animals,” she responds seriously, turning her car to the right to crash into Renjun’s, and his car falls down the edge of the trail, causing him to restart.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” he protests, a pout on his face as he drops to 10th place in the game.
“Nothing’s fair,” she snickers as she corners the person in front of her into the cliff, cheering as she ends up in first place.
“You owe me a stuffed animal, and I get to choose.”
Sliding off of the chair, she extends her hand to Renjun, who begrudgingly takes it and steps off.
“So you’re bad at racing games and beer pong,” she tuts sarcastically. “Disappointing. What a red flag”
Before he can retort, Nana pushes him lightly towards the claw machines.
“Okay, fine. What type do you want?” Renjun sighs.
“Squirtle.”
Renjun grimaces, walking towards the claw machine full of Squirtle plushies.
Inserting a few coins into the machine, his eyes narrow in on a specific Squirtle, and he moves the claw hand to the right via the controller. He squints at the aim as he presses down on the button, the claw reaching down for the leg of a specific Squirtle.
Unfortunately, the Squirtle drops from the claw, and Renjun slumps in defeat.
Nana just lets out a snicker. “Try again, babe.”
The tips of his ears involuntarily turn red at the pet name, but he sighs and inserts another two coins into the machine.
Nana silently takes out her phone to record this, silently laughing at his effort— and he visibly deflates at the failed attempt.
Determined to win Nana a Squirtle and not look like an idiot, he wastes more money and moves the controller, focusing on the biggest squirtle— hey, a bigger Squirtle means more area to hold, right?
No luck. The claw grabs the poor Squirtle by the neck, but it ultimately drops, and Renjun’s ears grow redder by the second.
“This stupid machine,” Renjun frowns, pushing yet another pair of coins, while Nana does her absolute best to not erupt into laughter, her camera still directed in his direction.
After a few more failures, his face lights up as he thinks of a new strategy.
“Maybe I should go for the tag,” he smiles as he presses down on his controller, causing the claw to reach down onto the back of the Squirtle’s neck, where the stuffed animal’s neck-piercing (... neck-ring?)— in the form of a tag— lay.
Renjun’s face lights up as the next Squirtle victim is dragged across the pile of other Squirtles.
He’s about to push over the claw machine in frustration when the claw rips the tag off of the plastic loop on the neck cleanly.
But Renjun lets out a cry of excitement as he realizes the stuffed animal had landed headfirst across the collecting tunnel, ultimately tipping over into the slot down below due to the imbalance. His cheeks dust with embarrassment as other people in the arcade cast judgmental looks towards him.
Nana stifles a laugh, stopping the stop button on her phone as she discreetly stuffs it into her jeans pocket.
“Only wasted 10 yuan too,” Renjun grins as he pulls the Squirtle out of the machine, handing it to Nana with a proud expression on his face.
She looks thoroughly impressed.
“Wow, so maybe you’re not bad at everything. Kinda bad, though,” she teases, grabbing the Squirtle from Renjun’s hands in one hand, and taking his hand in the other.
“You get to choose the next game.” Nana offers generously.
“Basketball,” he smirks, pulling her towards the basketball hoop game.
She visibly cringes.
“Shit.”
“Loser has to kiss the other person,” he raises his eyebrows.
“What about the winner?” Nana scoffs.
“Well, uh… they get the kiss?”
“Darn, so anti-climatic.”
And Renjun presses the “START GAME” button without warning, causing her to sputter out in disbelief.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” Nana protests, grabbing a basketball and surprisingly making it into the hoop.
“You cheated earlier too!” Renjun retorts, as Nana manages to get a few more in.
“Did not,” she grumbles, missing a ball, staring at her pathetic score of “8” and at Renjun’s “16”.
She pouts as she misses yet another hoop, and another. The ding of Renjun’s scorekeeper display— signaling that he got another ball in— only lowers her confidence as the game ends, with her at a measly 23 points while Renjun stood at 32.
Nana scoffs at her clear loss.
“So… looks like you owe me a kiss, sweetheart,” he smirks as he leans towards her, a suggestive grin on his face.
“You can get one any time, loverboy,” she smirks. “You don’t need to impress me…. you just have to ask.”
His eyes widen, and so does her smirk as her hot breath tickles her face.
She pushes Renjun against the nearest wall, pressing her lips against his.
His mind goes back to their first kiss at that party as her lips move against his, and his eyes flutter shut as he kisses her back.
But she pulls back before a makeout session starts, and he whines at the absence of her lips on his.
“Gotta win more games to get another one, hm?” Nana cocks a singular eyebrow, grabbing her Squirtle and moving to another game, leaving Renjun behind in a daze.
Again.
vi. dumb and dumbass. renjun’s the dumbass.
It had been a whole month since Renjun and Nana had (un)officially started dating, yet Nana had refused to put a label on it.
Even though Nana was saved as “nana gf 🦋” for Renjun, he was still saved as “dumbfuck 🔪” and she had a tendency to dodge every personal question that he’d ever asked— that is, since the time they opened up to each other a little in the 24/7.
To be honest, he was jealous of her. He admired the way she could mask her pain and become so indifferent— stoic, even— to everything, and wished that he could be that way.
Renjun wished that instead of being so easy to crack open, like an egg, he could hide away. It didn’t take much for him to open up to others, while he couldn’t even pry another sentence of information from her.
But he hated it. He hated the way Nana seemed not to care.
Does she even like me?
“Nana, can we hang out again?” Renjun asks, while Nana walks with him out of History.
“Hmm,” Nana hms. “Maybe next week.”
She doesn’t miss the way his face falls. “I’m sorry, but I have a lot of work.”
Renjun pouts. “Fine,” he says childishly and leaves her side to enter his own classroom.
She watches as he leaves, and sighs as she continues on her way to the rooftop, a hand reaching for her lighter and cigarette, and her other reaching for her phone with earphones plugged into it.
Nana climbs the stairs with regret as she lights a cigarette, knowing that her time with Renjun was limited.
“Gosh, I’m so stupid,” she grumbles. “This is just stupid— literally the plot to a shitty coming-of-age movie.”
She was so closed off to others that no one really knew what was going on in her life. Not Siyuan. Not even Yangyang. And she hated it. Nana despised the way she pushed everyone away from her.
She was consumed with the consequences of her bad decisions, and she knew that one day, she wouldn’t be able to hide.
Nana’s so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn’t even notice a familiar motorcycle passing by.
“Yang Nana, we meet again, at last,” a cold voice utters out, letting out a sinister chuckle. “You won’t be able to run again. We need the money.”
She freezes at the sound of the voice, and her instinct is to run— but he’s right. She can’t; not with a gun pressed to the back of her head.
“Money, Yang,” he hisses, pressing the cold metal even harsher against her head.
“I— I don’t have it on me.”
“Then let’s get going, hm? To your house, shall we?”
“Only if you let the gun go. Someone’s going to call the police if they see this.”
Squinting at her, he reluctantly lowers his hand— falling directly into her trap as she kicks her leg up high and strong, the tip of her boot hitting his jaw.
He spits out a mouth full of blood, a hand cupping his jaw as he winces.
“You— Yang Nana!” He screams, lifting the gun again, but she swiftly grabs it by the barrel and turns it onto him.
“Oh, looks like you’re going to need some help, hm?” she tuts.
“Yang… you will pay… ” he croaks out, but she only scoffs, grabbing him by the forearm and twisting it backwards, socking him in the gut with the gun.
“We’ll see about that,” she sneers, watching as he falls to the ground, and kicks him in the ribs for good measure.
“Say hi to your boss for me,” Nana smirks, dropping his gun down the sewer.
“I am about to gag at you two,” Siyuan cringes at the sight of Renjun and Nana holding hands.
“Me too,” Yangyang says in disgust.
“See you later, Renjun,” Nana waves as he turns around to walk home.
Yangyang raises a brow at the sight. “You’re not walking him home?”
“I don’t need to spend every minute with him,” Nana deadpans. “Also, I have work.”
The smile on his face drops upon hearing her words, but he doesn’t turn around.
Yangyang scoffs. “That’s a little harsh.”
“You and Renjun— literally dumb and dumbass, except Renjun’s the dumbass,” Siyuan sighs. “You’re supposed to spend more time with him, idiot.”
Renjun walks home from school alone, a frown on his face while he ponders about Nana.
Why is she so confusing? I never understand her, he thinks to himself with a sigh.
But when he’s a little more than halfway home, he feels the sensation of being followed. Renjun panics, his heart pounding against his chest, as he grabs his sunglasses from his backpack, to see three people unsubtly trailing him, all dressed in different variations of a beanie, leather or denim jackets and ripped jeans.
Yikes, scary, he gulps to himself, trying to walk faster, but the people behind him notice and run to catch up with him.
Before he could try to get away, they pass him and stop abruptly, turning back to face him.
“You?” The one in the center scoffs as the other two corner Renjun against a fence. “Wow, Nana really moved on with a fucking loser.”
“You know Nana?” Renjun asks in confusion. “Wait, who are you guys?”
“What do you think, you idiot?” he hisses. “I’d beat you up so bad, but that’s not really an option… Nana would just come and beat me back.”
“I’m Jaemin, the one with a red beanie is Haechan, and the other one is Jeno,” Jaemin introduces plainly.
He nods and gives a small smile as a welcome, but none of them return it.
“How— how do you know her?” Renjun croaks out, intimidated by Jeno and Haechan’s glares blazing into him.
“We dated. But she broke up with me,” Jaemin scoffs. “All because my fling decided to text her. What an idiot.”
Renjun’s jaw drops. “How is she an idiot?! She was doing the right thing by telling Nana!”
“Oh, of course you’re sticking around for that girl, loverboy,” Jeno sneers. “You don’t know even a smidge of what she’s hiding underneath, boy. Can’t you tell that she’s bad news? What’s a dork like you doing around her?”
Renjun flinches at the same nickname that Nana had called him at the arcade.
“We— we’re dating,” Renjun stutters out.
“Are you now,” Haechan drawls out with a cocked eyebrow. “Nana does move quickly, hm?”
“Shut up, you idiots,” Jaemin snaps angrily. “Let me fucking talk.”
He pushes past Jeno and Haechan and stares directly into Renjun’s eyes.
“You don’t know Nana. I’m doing you a favor here— she’s a thief, a liar, a manipulator. She’s not what she seems, and she’s involved with criminals, Huang Renjun. You need to run, or they’ll get you before her.”
Renjun’s eyes widen. “What— how do you know?”
“What do you think?” Jaemin sighs. “We broke up a month ago. And I was once captured by them. I’m saying this for your safety. Renjun, get as far as you can away from Yang Nana, because the people she’s with are dangerous. They can ruin your life, like they did to mine.��
Tears begin to well up in Renjun’s eyes as he’s struck with betrayal.
“Nana— she wouldn’t,” he says desperately. “Nana can’t be like that, she… ”
He trails off. As much as he hated to admit it, Jaemin’s claims somewhat lined up with Nana’s behavior— her refusals to spend time with him, her being “busy with work” all the time.
No, she couldn’t…
“And I know why she even went after you,” Jaemin adds, to add salt to the wound. “I was at a bar the other day, and hooked up with her friend Siyuan— who’s such a whore— and guess what? Siyuan told me the plan they came up with. Renjun, the truth is that she only dated you to get over me.”
Those words impale Renjun’s heart, and he’s left broken and confused.
“Nana… no, this can’t be… ”
“I’m only trying to help you, Renjun. Please consider it,” Jaemin says with a fakely apologetic smile, and motions for Jeno and Haechan to follow him as they leave.
Leaving Renjun in tears.
“That was a little harsh, Jaemin,” Haechan grins as soon as they’re out of earshot from Renjun.
“Just need him away from Yang Nana,” Jaemin smirks. “She’s not allowed to be happy. Not without me.”
vii. can i set his dick on fire? please?
Nana flips her phone over near the end of her shift, pressing the pad of her finger to the fingerprint sensor to unlock her phone.
A smile grows on her face, eager to see the message as she sees that it was from Renjun.
bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 00:07
you’re such a fucking liar
i never want to see you again
Blood drains from her face as she frantically picks through her memories, trying to remember what she had done wrong.
But ultimately, she didn’t remember what she had done.
Nor did she respond to his accusation, deciding to finish her homework, and passing out on her bed immediately afterwards.
Nana had no idea what she had done wrong.
Why did Renjun get so mad?
She kept thinking about what could’ve happened, yet she still came back empty-handed, unable to find anything she had lied to him about.
During their lunch break, Nana waits outside of Renjun’s classroom, making sure she could corner him and ask.
Sure enough, he comes out a few minutes later, but attempts to run once he sees Nana standing near him expectantly.
Nana easily corners him into a wall.
“Renjun, what did I do?”
He gapes at her incredulously.
“You’re asking me?! You’re trying to ruin my life!” Renjun exclaims angrily.
Nana only stands there, staring at him in confusion.
“I don’t know where you got that from, but I promise you that I do not take pleasure in ruining lives. Nor do I have the power to do such a thing,” she says, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. “I know everything now.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Please, enlighten me. What knowledge have you acquired to make you hate me this much?”
“I ran into your ex yesterday,” Renjun blurts out, and Nana’s stare turns icy.
“Oh no, he didn’t,” she mutters. “That fucker.”
“Yeah? He told me that you’re using me. He told me that you’re involved with a lot of criminals that will find out about me and ruin my life. And that you got a bet to date me,” he accuses, getting more and more emotional as he reveals all the information. “From Siyuan, to get over Jaemin.”
“That fuckface,” Nana sneers, and Renjun swears that he’s never seen her so angry. “If you really believe the words of a fucking liar, a fucking manipulator and gaslighter, go ahead and believe the words of that fucking asshole.”
She backs away from him, allowing him to scramble away.
“But I will tell you the truth once,” she says. “I was only involved with criminals when I couldn’t make enough money, and they have never bothered Jaemin before. He only knows because I told him.”
“And, maybe it was a stupid dare to Siyuan, but it’s a shit ton more to me.”
With that, she walks away from Renjun with a heavy heart.
He just watches her shaking form as she leaves his side, the regret hitting him in a huge wave.
When Nana reaches Yangyang, he looks at her expression in concern.
“What happened, Nana?”
She swallows the lump in her throat, hesitantly spilling everything out to him.
Yangyang’s expression contorts from worry, to confusion, to rage.
“He did WHAT?!” He yells out loudly. “Oh my God. The next time I see his pretty face, I’m going to smash it in so his face is concave—”
“Yangyang, no,” Nana sighs, her head in her hands. “That’s…. ”
But she couldn’t find a good reason to reject his proposal, knowing she’d do the same if someone else had done this to Yangyang.
“Can I set his dick on fire? Please?” he frowns. “I am not going to stand and watch two assholes ruin your life. No. That’s not going to be okay.”
Nana’s eyes fill with tears for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity.
“Nana, no—” Yangyang panics, reaching through his bag to look for a tissue, but unable to find a single one.
Taking off his hoodie, he lets out a breath of relief knowing that he had washed his hoodie the day before, dabbing the sweatshirt sleeves at her eyes.
“It’ll be okay, Nana,” he says, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. “Don’t cry— that goody-two-shoes ain’t worth your tears.”
“But he is,” she cries, feeling her heart crush with all the pain. “He’s the first time I’ve felt love in a very long time.”
“And he’s a fucking dumbass,” she adds after a moment.
“Hey, Na Jaemin!” Nana yells at him. “I hope you choke on a fucking stick!”
Jaemin turns around with his signature fuckboy smirk. “Oh hi, Nana, long time no see!”
“I’m not interested in formalities,” she spits at him, decking him in the face without a second thought.
They both hear a loud crack coming from Jaemin’s face, and he winces in pain. He clutches his nose as blood trickles out of his nose, staining his hands, and dripping onto the ground.
“I think you broke my nose,” he grunted out.
“I think so, too. I’m glad. That’s the least I could do after you ruined my life, twice. Go eat shit,” she snaps, kicking him in the stomach without remorse, and Jaemin crumples at the impact.
“Nana, I just wanted you back,” he croaks out. “Please, give me ano—”
“Another chance?” Nana sneers. “Not after you cheated on me, dickface.”
She squats down in front of him, relishing the sight of Jaemin in such pain. Nana offers him her hand, and he eyes it suspiciously, but takes it despite the hesitation.
“Oh, you thought I was going to help you up,” she coos. “How cute.”
And she bends his arm backwards, earning a pained howl from the boy.
“I hate you, Jaemin, and I will hate you forever. Stop meddling with my life and go fuck yourself.”
That’s the last thing Jaemin ever hears from her before blacking out.
viii. oh you’re keeping me hostage ?!
TWO YEARS LATER.
Nana doubles over in laughter at something her friend, Aiyun, said.
“Please, that’s hilarious,” she shakes with laughter, wiping tears that spring from her eyes.
Just as Aiyun opens her mouth to say something, a boy their age taps on her shoulder.
“Sorry, could I talk to your friend for a little bit?” He asks.
“Oh, go ahead,” Aiyun smiles, backing a few steps away.
Nana looks up to see his face— and her spirits drop. Her gaze hardens at the sight of him, and the previously wide smile on her face drops immediately, replaced with a straight line. The sparkle in her eyes fade, and she looks him up and down in disgust.
“What are you doing here?” Nana snaps.
“I just—” he sighs.
“Stop it. Just go,” she says.
“Wait!” Renjun exclaims as she turns away, and Nana swivels her head to look back at him.
“Huang Renjun, what do you fucking want?”
“I’m sorry.”
Nana remains expressionless for a few moments, before she forces out a laugh.
“You’re about two years late for that.”
“No, wait!” Renjun says, instinctively grabbing onto her arm as she turns away from him again, but this time, he’s met with an icy stare.
“Let go, Huang Renjun.”
He obliges, wincing at her tone, but before he can get another word out, Nana stops him.
“I’ve moved on, Renjun. A long time ago. Now there’s someone that loves me without doubt. We would’ve never worked out, Huang Renjun. You’re a fool who believes the words of strangers before even trying to know the whole story.
“I don’t want to see you anymore. And the party is ending, I’m leaving,” she adds.
“Nana! There you are,” Yangyang says, making his way over to her, slinging an arm over her shoulder.
And he, too, glares coldly at the sight of Renjun.
“What are you doing here?!” Yangyang scoffs.
“I transferred here,” Renjun responds. “Are you guys… dating now?”
Nana just shoots him an empty stare.
“I have no obligation to tell you anything.”
The two of them walk away from him without another word.
“Why didn’t you tell him that you’re doing a lot better than before?” Yangyang murmurs to her. “And that we’re dating?”
“I just hate his guts,” she shrugs. “But I can tell him we’re dating to make you feel better.”
Yangyang scoffs. “Like I care.”
A smirk grows on Nana’s face. “Aw, you’re jealous. That’s cute.”
Yangyang pouts, turning to the side to face her.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
A cocky grin spreads onto Yangyang’s lips as he places a chaste kiss on her lips, effectively shutting her up.
“I wish I dated you instead of Jaemin and Renjun.”
“Me too, but you’re mine forever now.”
Nana gasps in mock horror. “Oh no, you’re keeping me hostage?!”
“Shut up.”
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Mockingbird: Part 1
Y/N, a normal 17 year old high school girl living in the dangerous side of Tokyo, Japan. One day she meets a pair of twins who seem to be hurt. She asks for their name, to which my reply Ran and Rindou. What will happen next?
“Fuck- it’s so damn hot tokay!” I yelled in frustration, walking out of school and home, a dingy little house with neglecting parents. I tried to keep up with my parents until my 18th birthday and move out with the money I saved secretly since I started middle school, which was about 10k. I already had my paperwork ready and I would be graduating high school next year which will give me enough time to prepare to get out. I didn’t plan to go to college but instead work in a small shop, preferably a mechanic store.
“….yea…I can’t wait to get out, just keep up with them for a couple months y/n!” Talking to myself, lost deep in my thoughts. “Hey..don’t pass out on me now!…Rin!!” I heard a child yelling in the distant. I turned back on my heels and headed towards the noise, where I saw two injured kids.
“Hey! Are you guys okay?” I yelled running towards them. They looked way worse up close. “What happened to you kids? Where are your parents?” I asked them quickly in concern. “Who are you?!” The little kid with the braids shouted at me and shielded him brother. Oh… I felt so bad for them right now.. I’ll get them patched up. “Hello, I’m Y/N and I saw you two badly beaten up and I jus’ wan’td to help ya’! The kid with the braids, who looked like the older brother seemed to become less afraid of me. “It’s none of your business! Since when did you people start caring about us?!” He yelled in pain and frustration, I could see him trying to not tear up and look strong in front of his brother. “Kid I’m not here to hurt ya.. I just wanna know what happened so I could give you a helping hand. How about we go and sit on the bench over there while I patch you two up, okay?” The kids seems hesitant at first but they knew they wouldn’t be able to take the pain anymore and walked with me towards the bench. I took out my small case of first aid kit, a few bandaids and cleaning solution.
“Kids you’re gonna have to trust me on this, I promise to be gentle.” I said in a soft voice. “W-why are you helping us..?” The braided kid asked and sounded as if he was gonna breakdown any minute. “Kid I just wanna help you get cleaned up.” I said while cleaning their wounds, which was quite literally all over their body so I had to be extra gentle. “Tell me, what are your names? And where are your parents?” The brothers went pale when asked that question. “What’s wrong? Don’t be scared, just trust me right now.” “My name is Ran Haitani and my twins name is Rindou Haitani… o-our parents- we don’t know where they are… they haven’t been home since last night. It’s not uncommon for them though so we was surprised when ya wanted to help us!”
My heart felt heavy when he said that, and with a happy face as well. “Well… do you know their phone number?” I said trying to not show them any sign of judgement in case they run away from me. “No… we don’t know anything about them.. even their names so we jus’ call ‘em’ mom and dad.” “That’s.. I’m sorry, you two don’t deserve to go through this. I-I may be overstepping my boundaries right now, but I can look after you two, not all times but when ya need to to!”
They twins looked shocked when they heard that. “We don’t even know each other though!” “Of course we do, we know each other’s names and I wanna help ya out in any way I can! Don’t worry about anything now, your big sis got ya now!” The twins looked scared at the random stranger they just met but felt safe enough to begin depending on her. “Rin, do you want to her to be our big sis?” “Yeaaa!! We have a big sis to take care of us now Ran!” Ran sighed in relief and seemed calm now. “Fine, we will accept you as our big sis!” Ran and Rin said ecstatically. “Deal! Just depend on me for now. I’m here for you now so don’t worry about anything.”
I wonder how my life changed so suddenly. What will it be like now? What about my future…? But these kids come first!
Wait for Part 2 of Mockingbird <3
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"When was I meant to find out? When it was too late?!" Mox/Bryan 👀
oh goodness. this. i should have known those prompts would hurt me. this follows on from this piece, because it fits too well.
when was I meant to find out? mox/bryan, implied bcc poly
It wasn’t good news in the docs room after the Anarchy in the Arena match. He wasn’t going to be cleared for a couple of weeks, but Bryan knew that ‘a couple of weeks’ was the good estimation, and most likely, he’d be out for a lot longer.
Which is why when two weeks go by, and he goes for his check up and the doc tells him he’s not cleared for Forbidden Door or Blood and Guts, he doesn’t say anything to anyone for a couple of days, then he tells Regal and Yuta. He tells them not to tell Mox.
It’s not that he’s going to ignore the doctors orders, or that he thinks he’ll be mad or anything, just — Mox was so, so sure he’d be okay by Forbidden Door, and Blood and Guts, that they’d get to keep doing what they love together (beating people bloody and senseless), and he can’t bring himself to tell him. He knows it’s wrong, Regal tells him it’s wrong when he tells him, and Yuta just gives him a ‘okay, on your head be it’ and a kiss on the cheek when he tells him. Mox is going to be mad, he knows, but he’s been practically buzzing around for the last few weeks since getting the news that he’d have a match for the interim title. Bryan doesn’t want him to lose it a moment too soon.
So it’s not surprising that, when Bryan comes back into the locker room after announcing he wouldn’t be cleared to compete at either event and a replacement would be announced, Mox is sat tapping his foot and wringing his hands staring at the door blankly.
“Jon…”
“Don’t you fucking ‘Jon’ me, Bry. When was I meant to find out? When it was too fucking late along with all the other schmucks in the audience? Fuckin’ wonderful, Bry, thanks, makes me feel real special!” He spits, and he actually spits, it trails down his chin as he gets up, fizzing with energy like he’s going to explode. “You told Regal, and you told Yuta, but you didn’t fucking tell me!”
Bryan sighs, feeling like the piece of shit he is. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get upset or be worried—“
“Am I not upset now? Am I not fucking worried?” Mox turns to him and snarls the words, hands going up into his hair, and then, in true Mox fashion, he reaches down to take the chair between his hands and launches it at the wall. It clatters and clangs and rattles around him.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re a fucking piece of shit. How could you not tell me you’re not cleared? That you’re not fucking okay, Bryan? You think I don’t want to know that shit?” Mox kicks the locker, hands thrown up in the air for emphasis and Bryan shakes his head. He doesn’t know what he can say to him. What’s going to make him feel better.
“We’ve been having so much fun. I didn’t — you’re getting a title match. I didn’t want to put a damper on that by telling you that I couldn’t fight. You wanted to do blood and guts with me so bad.”
“Yeah I did, but what did you think I was gonna’ do if you told me you couldn’t do it? That I’d be pissed? Fuck you.” He points a finger at him, and it feels like a stab to the heart. Whenever Mox is mad at him it’s usually about trivial things, or they’re posturing, alpha to alpha and it means nothing, they brush it off within a day. This. This doesn’t feel like brush it off in a day type fighting.
“Jon. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”
“We’ll always have IT you fuckin- Jesus Christ. You think cos you’re injured for a couple a weeks or months what we got going on right now ends? Think cos you’re gone it all falls apart? Bullshit Bryan. We didn’t bleed and have the old man slap us in front of thousands of people, and do the same to the kid only for it to crumble cos what? You’re not gonna wrestle two events? That’s thinking real fucking highly of yourself.” Mox laughs, but it’s devoid of any humour, and there’s a vicious tug on his lip.
“I’m sorry. Jon, listen I —“
“Save it. Fucking save it.” Mox kicks the locker again, it’s loud and makes Bryan wince. He pushes past him out of the room, and Bryan dips his head in shame.
A minute or so passes before Bryan feels a hand on his shoulder.
“Give him time petal. He’ll come around.”
Bryan looks up at Regal. The man’s got a soft, sad smile on his face. But he knows. He knows that Regal doesn’t really believe the words he’s saying.
“Yeah,” He says softly, guilt lacing his words like a thick caramel. “Hopefully.”
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Peter Parker x Reader
Summary - Peter is late for yet another date with the reader and shows up to her apartment injured and finally ready to share his secret identity with them.
Warnings - Mentions of sex, mentions of blood
Word Count - 2,669
Authors Note - I’m still just madly in love with Andrew Garfield rn so I can’t stop writing bad one shots about tasm!Peter.
Three hours and thirty-seven minutes.
That’s how long I had been waiting on him. Over three-and-a-half hours of sitting cross-legged on the end of the my bed, patiently staring at the phone screen and hoping to see it light up with his contact picture. After the first hour had passed, though, that patience quickly began to morph into annoyance as I sent a somewhat passive aggressive text his way--once again getting no reply. But at least I still had some hope that he would eventually respond. However, by the time the second hour rolled around, most of that hope had been completely lost.
Being late once or twice is one thing. Things happen and I was well aware that people couldn’t always be as punctual as I might prefer. This wasn’t the first time that Pete had left me hanging without so much as a simple text though. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time this week that he had been late.
I stared blankly at the phone, reaching forward to tap the screen to make it light up, displaying my lockscreen. That picture was probably one of the only things that was keeping me from being totally furious with him.
It was hard to look at the picture that his Aunt May had snapped of the two of us without having all my anger fade away just a bit. The sight of the two of us after we had fallen asleep on their couch one night--his arms wrapped around me with his mouth wide open and my face buried in his chest--made it difficult to continue being mad at him. Staying mad at Pete had always been difficult. But lately it was less about being angry with him and more about feeling hurt.
Just as I leaned my head back slightly, my fingers pulling at my hair for probably the billionth time tonight, I felt my mattress vibrating from underneath my phone. Quickly, I snatched it off the bed, hitting the green button before it could even complete the first ring.
“What’s the excuse this time, Pete?” I sighed into the phone.
“I am so sorry-” it was hard to even hear what he was saying over the sound of wind blowing into the speaker, but even then it was still evident from his tone that the apology was genuine. “I swear I was going to call and let you know that I was going to be late but I just couldn’t find the time and then-”
“Save it.” I interrupted him. “Don’t worry about it tonight, ok? I get it. Things happen.”
“No!” Peter protested, groaning slightly. “I’m almost to your apartment and I promise that I’ll explain everything to you.”
I pulled the phone away from my face for a just a moment to check the time. “Peter it’s already eleven o’clock! Just go home.”
“Too late.” He stated just before the line went dead, a knock on my bedroom window causing my head to jolt in that direction.
You’ve got to be kidding me I thought as I jumped to my feet, rushing over to the window and throwing the curtains open to be met with Peters face, displaying his typical goofy over-exaggerated grin.
“What the hell Peter?” I pushed the window up so he could come in. “What are you doing? How did you even get here? We are literally fifteen stories up right now how the fuck did you manage to get to my window?”
Peter chuckled a bit, his voice coming out kind of breathy, “Can’t go giving you all my secrets, can I?”
As he went to climb through the window into my room I turned around, resting my hands in my hair once again as I went right back to nervously pulling at it. “You are seriously gonna drive me insane, Parker.” I began the anxious and frustrated rant we both knew was coming. “I mean, what, first you’re gonna scare the absolute hell out of me by showing up late as hell at my bedroom window and god knows how you even managed to get up here in the first place. And on top of that this is like-the fifth time that you have ditched me this week. Do you know how much that sucks Peter? How much it hurts? You don’t call. You don’t text. Nothing.” I shook my head slightly, my eyes glued to the ground and my back still turned to him. “Absolutely nothing.”
Peter remained silent for a moment, knowing that any response he had to give right now likely wouldn’t make me feel any better in this moment. “I know this is probably hard to believe but I promise that it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”
Wrong response, Parker.
I quickly turned on my heal, already spouting off some nonsense about how he couldn’t possibly be saying such a stupid thing to me right now when he was the one that had been ditching me nonstop lately, but before I could even make my point I stopped mid-sentence at the sight of him. This was the first time I had looked in his direction since he had entered my bedroom, the light coming from my desk lamp allowing me to see what the streetlights from my window did not.
“Oh my god.” My voice was just barely above a whisper, my hand instinctively covering my mouth in shock as I took in what I was seeing. “What happened to you, Pete?”
Every ounce of anger in my body vanished in an instant at the sight of him standing there, his face covered in dirt and his hand pressing tightly onto his abdomen, his shirt soaked through with blood.
“No no-” Peter moved closer to me, lifting his hand that wasn’t covered in blood to place a finger against my lips to shush me, “Keep being angry! You have every right to be mad at me right now! So go for it! Keep screaming!”
I glared at him. “You’re intolerable.”
“Ah but you love that about me.”
Usually Peter’s cheeky comments were always enough to bring a smile to my face, but right now it was impossible to focus on anything other than the idea of my boyfriend bleeding out in the bedroom. I mean, how would I even begin to explain that to my parents?
“Please just tell me what happened to you because I am about five seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack.” I told him honestly, the shock wearing off just enough for me to come to my senses and help guide him over to the edge of the bed so he could sit down, sinking to my knees in front of him so I could look at the wound on his stomach.
“It’s just a little cut.” Pete said casually, brushing it off like he wasn’t bleeding on my comforter. “Besides, how am I supposed to focus on talking about literally anything when you look so good on your knees for me?”
I shot a cold look up at him, both of us knowing damn good and well that this was not the time for this. Without even acknowledging his remark I went to lift the bottom of his shirt, knowing that I obviously wasn’t going to get any answers out of him anytime soon. As the fabric lifted off the wound I heard him hiss, his teeth gritting together at the sensation shooting through his abdomen. “What the hell.” I muttered under my breath as I took a look at the gash on his side. “What did you do Pete?”
“Look,” Peter began, losing any trace of his once cocky and sarcastic tone. “I promise that I’ll explain. Cause I know this is a lot and I’m sorry but you were the only person I knew to come to with this. So could you please help me patch this up? Because believe it or not? This hurts like a bitch.”
“Trust me, I can believe it.” I quickly raised myself back up to my feet, “Wait here for a second.” He nodded in response as I snuck out of my bedroom door, careful not to make too much noise in fear of gaining my parents attention. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could, gathering the few medical supplies we did have. Gauze, medical tape, some bandaids, and Neosporin. Was the Neosporin necessary? For something so deep? I wasn’t quite sure but I grabbed it anyways and grabbed a few cloths, dampening them before making my way back to my bedroom.
Peter was now sprawled out across the bed, his shirt now laying in a ball on the floor.
“Okay,” I started, swallowing hard as I once again glanced at the gash on his stomach. Maybe now would be a bad time to tell him blood makes me squeamish. “Here’s how this is going to work. I’m gonna work on keeping you from... dying. And you? Are going to explain what you were doing for this to happen.” I instructed.
“You don’t wanna keep talking about you being upset?” He leaned back up slightly, groaning at the feeling.
“Me being upset is actually the last thing on my mind right now.”
With that I sat all the supplies down by his feet, settling on the floor in-between his legs once again and beginning to get to work on cleaning him up, dabbing at the blood with one of the wet cloths. “So? Get to talking, Parker.”
“Okay-” He let out a deep breath. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually a super-criminal? And I got this injury during my latest encounter with the law?”
I stopped wiping the blood off of him, shooting him a stern look as I went to grab the roll of gauze. “No.”
He hummed lightly, frowning a bit. “Fair enough. I would be a pretty bad criminal, don’t you think?”
“Peter I’m being serious here.” I told him as I lightly began to press the gauze against the wound, holding it in place with one hand while I reached for the medical tape with the other.
“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up defensively. “I’m Spider-Man.”
I paused, my hands pressing lightly against the piece of tape that I was sticking against the gauze and his skin, my eyes fluttering up to meet his.
“You don’t have a serious bone in your body, do you?”
“Why do you think I’m not being serious?”
“Pete you’re not Spider-Man.”
“Yes, I am.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Good thing I’m not laughing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him before ripping off another piece of tape, securing it to his body to finish dressing his wound before quickly standing up. “Alright then Spidey-” I rolled my eyes as the word fell out of my mouth, “Go on. Prove it.”
“How do you want me to prove it?”
“I don’t know! If you’re Spider-Man then do some spider things!” I cried out, immediately regretting my loud tone as I remembered my parents who were asleep just down the hall.
“What are spider things?” He held up air quotes as he spoke, laughing a bit too hard as he spoke, his hand instinctively gripping his stomach in pain.
I shrugged at him. “How am I supposed to know? I’m not the one claiming to be Spider-Man!”
Peter threw his head back. “Well I’m not exactly in the condition to be doing... spider things.” he pointed towards the window, where he had obviously sat his backpack down on the way in. “Just look in there, alright?”
I didn’t want to be mad at him anymore. I had already spent so long tonight being pissed with him and seeing him injured at least made that problem go away for a bit, but now sitting here and watching him make this entire situation into a huge joke was just making the anger come back ten times worse than before. As I leaned down next to his backpack and began to unzip it he spoke up again, “Before you look-” I glanced over my shoulder at him, noting the look of genuine concern and... fear that painted his face. “just know that I’ve wanted to tell you about this for so long Y/N. Literally, so long.”
I didn’t respond to him, though his words did send a wave of anxiety crashing down on me. There was absolutely no way that Peter was being serious with all of this. No way at all. And yet as I unzipped the bag I found myself unable to breathe as I waited to see what was inside.
“Holy shit.” I breathed, eyes shifting back and forth between the contents of the bag and my boyfriend. “You...You’re not joking, are you?”
He responded with nothing more than a tight lipped smile, the fearful expression still there.
I reached in and grabbed the red mask, running my fingers over the white patches where his eyes would be. “This is so unfair.” I stated, my voice completely devoid of emotion. I could tell Peter was unsure of how to process my words, still obviously not knowing whether or not his admission was being taken well. “How am I supposed to be mad at you for being late if you are freaking Spider-Man?”
Peter sighed, a small chuckle following it, clearly somewhat relieved by my reaction. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
I walked over to him, mask still in hand, and carefully crawled onto his lap and placed my free hand on his face. “You really should be. Being a superhero isn’t exactly the sort of thing you hide from your girlfriend, Pete.”
Peter snorted. “How are you being so cool with this? I expected you to flip out on me or-I don’t know-maybe even breakup with me or something. But you’re just... Being... You.”
“Ah, yeah. Well, I think I’m probably in shock from patching up a giant gash on my boyfriends stomach and then finding out that he can shoot webs from his wrists and swings around New York city on a daily basis.”
“Ya know what? That’s fair.” Peter nodded at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m just glad that you know now. Because I have seriously hated keeping this from you so much. Plus? It’s kinda nice to have my own personal nurse.” He winked playfully, lightly squeezing my sides.
“Yeah let’s not make a regular thing out of that one.” I replied quickly, knowing that my heart could only take so many times of Peter showing up to my bedroom window with blood all over him before it eventually just gives out.
“No promises.” He said as he pulled me into his body, burying his face into my chest and mumbling, “So you’re sure you are okay with this?”
I smiled to myself, running my hand through his hair. “To be honest? I don’t think I’ve really processed it yet.” I told him honestly. “But I think I can be. And at least in the future when you’re late for our dates I’ll know it’s because you’re out saving the city or something! But I do need you to promise me something.”
“What?” He spoke, his voice still muffled with his face pressed against me.
“It only seems fair that you make all of these missed dates up to me, right?”
Peter nodded his head in agreement. I leaned back a bit, forcing him to move his face away from my chest so he would look up at me and once he was looking I held up the Spider-Man mask with a devilish grin. “Fuck me in the suit?”
Peter’s eyes practically bulged out of his head at the words, his jaw falling slack and nodding rapidly.
“Hell yes.”
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The Conversation
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)
Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There
A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:
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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)
“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”
“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”
You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”
“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”
You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.
“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”
Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”
You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.
“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.
“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”
“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.
You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”
He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”
“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”
“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”
“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”
He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”
You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”
“Oh.”
His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”
He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.
“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”
“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”
He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.
***************
Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.
When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.
“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.
He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”
You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.
“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly, tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”
“They’re probably at the docks, then.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”
You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”
“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”
“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”
Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”
“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”
You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”
“Thank you?”
Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”
The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.
“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”
“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”
You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.
“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.
“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”
Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”
Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.
“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.
“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”
You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”
“Nothing!”
“Well then get your ass over here!”
You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.
“I don’t have any plans.”
Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”
You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”
“Ah…Sarah.”
“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.
“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.
He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”
“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.
Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.
Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.
Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.
“Gonna dance, Barnes?”
He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”
Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.
A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.
“Buck!”
He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”
You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”
He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.
“Sit in something there, Barnes?”
“What?”
Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.
“Y/N!”
“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”
“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.
You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”
“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!
You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”
“Oops?”
“I’m gonna kill you!”
“Try me old man!”
“Fuck!
“Doll!”
“Oh my God!”
Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.
You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water.
“Doll!”
“Cher, you good?!”
The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”
The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”
“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.”
“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.
“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”
“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”
Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”
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You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.
“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.
“Sammy’s.”
Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.
Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”
“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”
“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”
“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.
“But don’t flirt with my sister.”
You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”
“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”
“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”
Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”
You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”
He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.
“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”
“What?” You gaped at him.
“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”
“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”
You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”
He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”
“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”
“Tomorrow or nothing.”
“Sam-”
Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”
“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”
The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”
“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”
Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.
“Hey-”
“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”
Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”
“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over.
“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”
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“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”
“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”
You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”
“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.
“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”
Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.
“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.
“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”
You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”
You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”
“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.
“No. I fall asleep better with you.”
You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.
“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.
He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”
“Your own what?”
“Family.”
You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”
A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.
“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.
“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.
“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”
He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”
“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”
He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”
You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”
“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”
You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”
You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”
“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”
“Oh yeah?”
You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”
“The goats?”
You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.
“Our goats, huh?”
But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”
He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”
Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.
“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”
“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”
“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”
You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”
He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots.
You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”
“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”
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“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”
You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”
“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.”
“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.
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The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.
“Boys!”
“Sorry!”
You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”
“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”
Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”
You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”
“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”
You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”
She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”
“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”
You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”
She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”
“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”
“And Bucky?”
You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”
“Does he want kids?”
“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”
“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”
You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”
Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”
“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”
“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”
You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?
“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”
Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”
“I’m kinda in love with him-”
She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”
And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.
But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.
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You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.
“Hi, Sarah.”
Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”
“Yep, Samuel.”
You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”
Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”
You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.
“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”
“It’s tough love.”
You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.
“Oh my God. A prowess?”
“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”
“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”
“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”
“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”
“She got you so good, Sammy!”
“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”
“It’s my natural charm.”
“Charm? What charm?”
“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”
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“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.”
Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”
“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”
You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”
“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…
“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”
“Can I talk to you?”
Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.
“I wanna have the conversation.”
He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”
You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”
“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”
“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.
“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”
“Buck-”
“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”
He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.
“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”
You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.
His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.
“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”
He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.
“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”
His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”
You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”
“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.
“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”
Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”
You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.
“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”
“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.
“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”
Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”
He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.
You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.
“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”
Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.
“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”
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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.
“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”
“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”
“I know…I just hope I can.”
Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”
Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”
Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.
Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”
“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”
Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”
Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”
Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”
“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”
“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.
“Nope!”
“We’re not that good.”
“Definitely not.”
“We’re professionals.”
“Definitely.”
“And, uh, we’re partners.”
Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”
“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”
“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”
“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”
“I can live with that.”
“Perfect.”
“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”
Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”
“Dumbasses?”
“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”
Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”
Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”
“Until then, cher.”
Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.
“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”
She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”
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Mga ka-tropa {Childe,Tohma + Scaramouche}
Synopsis: What your everyday life looks like with your Barkada (Squad)
- Head canon, Fluff, School AU, Based off of my experience I guess lol (I don't have many friends I just watch my classmates--), Mentions of NSFW jokes
- Filipino Reader, Taglish swearing dialogues
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- They're the worst, but also the best and ya'll just vibe
Childe
- The rich kid who insists on paying for the food you buy
- Every time in class, he'd tap on your shoulder from where he sat and act like he's paying attention to the teacher whenever you turn to glare at him. Gives subtle side glances and finds your pissed expression hilarious
- The type to place cold drinks against your cheek out of nowhere
"Yah!!? Gago, Ajax-- can you fucking stop!?" You hissed, earning a chuckle from the lad
"It's not that cold, ha-ha"
- You ignored him for the rest of the class which caused him to buy you one of your favorite snacks as he pleads for you to stop giving him the cold shoulder. He's still gonna do it again, but he won't mind buying more food for you (Win-win I suppose)
- His grades are fairly average, but still insists you tutor him. He'll drag Thoma in one of your study sessions to make you accept his request.
- You have a soft spot for Tohma and he takes advantage of it
- He calls you "Ate" as a joke, but it eventually became a natural thing for the both of you
"Ate, when's the deadline for the assignment that Ma'am gave us again?"
- Whether you're older than him or not, he has taken a liking to the Honorific
- You once fell asleep in class and was the only person inside the room, when he arrived, he immediately snapped a few pics of your drooling face before blasting "Never gonna give you up" from the Bluetooth speaker he owns
"D-did you just.. Fucking 'Rick roll' me awake..?"
"Yeah. Pretty hilarious in my opinion,"
- He has Tiktok and forces you all to join his shenanigans
- If he can't annoy you, then he'll annoy Scaramouche. You don't know how, but he got him to be accidentally sent to the elementary department's floor, which made a teacher think he's a 4th grade student.
- He got a lotta bumps in the head from the angry gremlin later on
Tohma
- The goodie two shoes friend and also the teacher's errand boy (next to Aether/Lumine)
- I feel like he has a collection of different bandana's/Headband's with all kinds of designs. He once got you a bear themed headband for your birthday
- Often gets in trouble with Childe (and the rest of you gets into trouble as well) so you all get to clean the classroom
- Kind of the mom friend but not really. Maybe it's the fact that he often notices small things about you and the others. Like the fact that he knows about your obsession with sweet/salty foods, The fact that he knows about Childe's soft spot for whales and that Scaramouche always puts aesthetic shades of eye shadow. He has fun with you all and always points out your small habits that he finds adorable.
- All his pencils are chewed and chucked, and you once thought a dog did that. He often bites into them when he's bored or just in a random trance, you had to stop him before he could finish the whole thing.
"Tohma snap out of it! You're gonna scarf the whole thing at this point!!"
"h-huh..!?" The moment he noticed the bite marks all over the wooden object he only laughed it off. Later on he didn't notice he was chewing it again, which caused it to snap. You let him borrow yours and he made sure not to bite into them this time.
- Though.. you later on find a few nibbles on the top part of the pen, making you sigh
-You bought him a set of Chewable pencil toppers and he was ecstatic to say the least.
- Whenever you guys go to the gym for P.E he always gets hit in the head with the ball, he doesn't know why. The next day he brought a helmet to school and that made Childe go into a fit of laughter
- When he got hit by a ball sometime in P.E, he actually got badly injured, so you both went into the infirmary to treat his injured forehead.
"Punyeta. Why can't those 4th grader brats just stay on their side of the Gym? this shit always happens to you" You scowled as you tend to his wound
"Ha-ha.. even if they were on their side, I doubt the ball won't hit me" He sighs with a sheepish smile
- Has Tiktok as well, but the reason is to like most of Childe's Videos (very supportive friend lol)
- The escort of your class (And Ayaka was the class muse)
- He often get's into those Class Pageant contests (and the UN themed ones as well). He has a wardrobe filled with all the costumes he used lol
"Hold still Tohma! That get up looks great beside the vending machine," Childe cackles as he takes pictures of the blonde
"LMAO-- He's literally in a sparkling suit- HA HAHA" you mirrored his actions, taking out your phone. He plays along, posing with each snap of the camera's, while Scaramouche just deadpans at you three's antics.
Scaramouche
- The Sassy Honor student
- He's cold and snappy to everyone, including you. But don't worry, he warmed up eventually, though he still acts a teensy bit cold towards you.
- You guys were seat buddies while he and Childe were on the same club
- He trusts you to do his eyeshadow so you often both do each other's makeup (It's not allowed in campus so you both have glasses to slightly hide your eye makeup, matching glasses of course.
- He has a small taser keychain in his school ID and bag, and once threatened Ajax with it (He kept calling him short)
- Whenever your group goes out to eat you both get Drinks (Boba) together while Childe and Tohma goes ahead and buy Fish balls (lol)
- He once got a bad grade for the first time and he kept brushing it off whenever people ask about it, but you know that's not how he actually feels
"Hey Scara.. You sure you're ok? " You asked, when the both of you were alone in the classroom.
That's all it took for him to sigh and lean against your shoulder, mumbling a small "No"
It shocked you, but proceeded to place your hand on top of his crown to comfort him, after a few seconds of the both of you sitting in comfortable silence, he speaks up again
"Not a word about this. Or else I'll tase you."
"Sheesh, sunget naman" You giggled
- He sometimes uses you as an arm stand, it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, He'll stand on top of a chair just to lay his elbow on your head and he smirks down at you whenever you tell him to get it off, you couldn't convince him to, so you just accepted your fate.
- You were both often the sarcastic duo of your group and would always retort mean insults to the ginger (As a joke though, you three insult each other as friend of course.)
- Intellectual insults, brought to you by our favorite sassy boi
What the squad is like
- Ajax and Scaramouche are your classic Volleyball players and LMAO- they're basically Kageyama and Hinata in reverse
"The fuck kinda serve was that?" The red head teases
"Shut up you orange tree"
"Well, at least no one ever assumes I'm a 4th grader~"
"THE FUCK YOU SAY YOU IMBECILE!?" He snaps, hitting the ball with a strong slap when it reached over the net. And because he was out of focus, that ball ended up landing into Tohma who was cheering in the sidelines with you
"T-Tohma!!!" you shrieked as his soul starts to leave his body
- Whenever Scaramouche is very fired up in a game,you and Tohma would cheer and chant at him with these specific words;
"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango!? ~"
- He tells you to stop cause it's embarrassing, but you don't and he honestly secretly enjoys it
- Your squad would sometimes ask Tohma to buy some snacks in the cafeteria (With Childe paying lol) and at this point he's carrying a reusable bag as if he were going to the market
"Eh? Tohma, why do you have that bag with you?" A student asks "Are you going to the market?.. But School's still going.."
"Oh, this? Ha-ha nah! I'm just going to the cafeteria"
- The Cafeteria staff kinda got used to the same orders he'd often list out so they just dump them in the bag and Tohma gives them the cash with a simple thank you as if it was a routine (Hm, maybe it already is)
- When all of you would hang out, out of school you'd go to the arcade and it takes Childe a whole minute or two in the Claw machine. You almost got banned because kept cursing so loudly (there were little kids around)
- You and Scaramouche would play shooting games and holy shit he's good-
-You asked him if he ever had experiences in actual guns and he responded with;
"Oh, no. I just envision the targets as that Idiot who can't get anything from the Claw machine" He points at Childe
"HEY!"
- Childe and Tohma would battle through DDR and it either ends with a tie or you and Scara having to drag them out cause it was getting late.
-Lots of prizes earned and Childe swore he was close to buying the entire claw machine (Damn rich boi--)
- At the end of the day, all you three would get your preferred drinks as you all gaze at the nearest beach sunset. (You had the classic soda and straw in a bag of course)
- Whenever you plan, get together's like these, you always looked forward to them
- But let's say hypothetically that your parents are strict or didn't let you join them this time, well bestie, it's either they wont go and reschedule or kidnap you lmao
- Childe asked you to come outside of your house and the moment you did, you were met by a car and a laughing Childe and Tohma who carried you bridal style towards the vehicle
"Pukeng ina-- Mom's gonna kill me!!" you laughed into the gingers arms, hitting him playfully
"Quick Tohma!" He calls out to the boy, getting inside the car as he still holds onto you "Drive bitch! drive!!"
- By the time you got home you almost got banned from ever hanging out with them (You got grounded though LMAO)
- Your Group chat's are filled with chaos.
-Memes, Arguments (Scara and Childe) and Assignment answers were the contents of your chats
Tortang talong: [Bitch]
Fandak-go: [Bitcher]
Mama's boi: [Guys can someone send me today's assignments?]
Tortang talong: [*Sends a rick roll*]
Fandak-go: [That's like the 100th time you've sent the same joke as before.]
Fandak-go: [You're so fucking Un-original]
Tortang talong: [Please.]
Tortang talong: [ Compare my sense of humor to yours and you'll see how superior I'am to you]
Mama's boi: Guys, please :"D
Fandak-go: [Superior to me?]
Fandak-go: [Like that'll ever happen.]
Tortang talong: [My level is higher than yours, considering your height-]
Fandak-go: [I'll fucking strangle you.]
Tortang-talong: [I'd like to see you try and reach my head.]
Cult master: [Bitchest]
Cult master: [Awe- I'm too late XC]
Mama's boi: [Y/n help- please-]
Cult master: [Oki hun, what do u need?]
Cult master: [Holy shit wait- we have assignments!?]
- You're a group of chaotic idiots
- But at least you're all in it together and that's what matters<3
Translations
Gago = Stupid/Idiot
Ate = Older sister/ Can be also used as an honorific for women who are a bit older than you
Punyeta = Asshole
"sunget naman" = "so sassy"
Pukeng ina (Putang ina) = Putang ina translates to "You're mom's a whore" but can also be an expression of "Mother whore" leading to something like this "Mother whore! you scared me!!" and 'Puke' means; Pussy, so this dialogue translates to "Pussy Mother" or "Fucking pussy"
Tortang talong = Fried Eggplant omelette
Fandak-go = Fandango and Pandak mixed together. Pandak means short
#genshin impact#genshin x y/n#genshin x reader#childe#tohma#scaramouche#school au#genshin impact school au#filipino reader#fluff#head canon
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