#i swear to god everything always gets crazy and stupid right before my birthday… remember when i turned 26 and couldn’t drink because i
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YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!
SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend
CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello
WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭
A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.
FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩
it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.
when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-
niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.
when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.
niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)
and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.
“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭
you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.
he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.
“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.
“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”
“this one?”
“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”
ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.
communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.
niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.
but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.
"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.
niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3
he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.
but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.
not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.
also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭
although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.
(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)
“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”
niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.
you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.
but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.
however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).
speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.
niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.
but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.
his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.
likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')
if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭
"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.
but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.
they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.
you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)
repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!
“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.
always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.
and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.
real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.
his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.
the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.
only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.
comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.
remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.
so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.
i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.
niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?
what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.
he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.
but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.
helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.
this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.
"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."
niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?
LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)
y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰
pretty boy: do your work, y/n.
y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI
pretty boy: pay attention.
y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎
pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.
he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.
which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.
gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.
he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.
just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).
niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.
"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.
"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.
"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.
he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?
niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')
#THIS WAS SO LONG CHRKST#ilysmni i love you so much niko ikki#not a dating hc but i really thinkche has the kind of headphones that tsukki has 💀💀💀#niko ikki#niko ikki x reader#niko x reader#blue lock#bllk x reader#bllk#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagine#blue lock headcanons#bllk headcanons#niko ikki headcanons#niko ikki imagine#ikki niko#ikki niko x reader#bllk imagines
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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.
𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}
𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.
𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath
𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears
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.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・
The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.
“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.
It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.
And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.
George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.
“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.
“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.
A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.
"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."
You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."
"That sucks," George probably adds.
“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”
It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.
You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”
He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.
“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.
Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.
“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”
“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.
“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.
“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.
“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.
“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”
“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.
Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.
“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”
“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.
“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.
“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.
“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.
“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.
“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.
“Dream, quit it!” You demand.
“Quit what?”
“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”
“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.
Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”
“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”
"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.
"But I like him. He's funny."
After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”
“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”
“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.
Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.
"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.
"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.
"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."
"True," you note.
"She'll go absolutely batshit."
“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."
"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.
It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.
"Sap, check your DMs," you request.
Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"
“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.
“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.
"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.
"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.
"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.
"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."
"Hi," he chuckles in return.
Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.
"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.
"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.
But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.
"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."
"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."
"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.
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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge
A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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Even If It’s a Lie
Part I to “Even If It’s a Lie”
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter drags you to one of his frat parties, and you realize something you should have a long time ago.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: SO much angst, and lots of pining from Y/N. A couple swear words here and there.
A/N: I liked writing the first one so much that I couldn’t stop when it came to this one! Enjoy :-)
“This is the last time I'm asking you this
Put my name at the top of your list
This is the last time I'm asking you why
You break my heart in the blink of an eye”
-The Last Time, Taylor Swift
“Pete, I don’t know about this…” you said, looking yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked like a completely different person in the short burgundy dress that MJ had picked for you. The shiny satin contrasted with your dirty, white sneakers that hadn’t seen the light of day since you played tennis in the 9th grade.
“Trust me,” MJ had said when she was choosing your outfit earlier that day, “You don’t wanna wear any shoes that you actually like to a frat.”
“Why can’t you go with him again?” you whined, wishing Peter had somebody, anybody else, to accompany him to his “induction ceremony” into Sig Ep.
“I don’t think I’m what any of those frat guys meant when they said ‘Bring a hot girl’. Plus, you were Peter’s first choice,” MJ replied, nonchalantly biting her nails as you held the dress up to yourself. “That’s the one.”
“I’m not hot,” you sighed as you started to hang the many rejected dresses spread across your floor back onto the rack. “I wore a sweater with a cat on it yesterday. That I hand-knitted.”
“Well... you’re cute. And that’s good enough. Plus, you can keep Parker from getting plastered. You know he’s a lightweight,” MJ laughed, reminding you of the many times Peter had called you to pick him up from a late night of partying.
“Yeah, I guess so,” you sighed, still worried about the fact that you did not like parties. Or strangers, or crowds, or really anything that involved socializing with more than four people at a time. Peter had been the same way all throughout high school. That’s what made you guys so close, but... things hadn’t been the same since you started college.
Peter ran from the other room, smoothing the wrinkles out of the gray t-shirt that fit him just right. You saw him grin from behind you in the mirror’s reflection, and he placed his hands on his shoulders, jostling you lightly.
“Y/N! Are you excited! It’s your first college party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around to look him in the eyes. You stared down at your feet, self conscious over how short you felt in your sneakers next to him.
“That’s not true. I’ve been to parties before! Ned’s birthday was just last month,” you reminded him. “Don’t you remember how you watched me bake a cake from scratch and your only ‘contribution’ was eating the buttercream?”
Peter laughed, ruffling your hair like you were his little brother. “No, Y/N, I meant a real party. With booze and music that’s so loud that you can’t hear what someone is saying. That kind of party.”
Your brows furrowed as you began to fully accept that Peter had changed. So, so much. He wasn’t the dorky kid from Queens that carried your books and watched your favorite animated movies with you just because anymore. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
It didn’t take his spidey-senses for Peter to realize how upset he had made you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to experience everything college has to offer.”
“I think you do that enough for both of us,” you muttered, plopping dramatically onto the couch. Peter followed you, running his fingers gently across your arm as you pouted into a throw pillow. “Couldn’t you have asked any other girl to participate in your frat’s misogynistic tradition?”
“I didn’t want to ask anybody else,” Peter replied. You sat up to look at him, fixing your hair and smoothing out your dress. “I promise, Y/N. I miss you. We never hang out like we used to.”
You rolled your eyes. “And whose fault is that? You’re always—”
“—it’s mine. I know that. So, just come with me tonight and let me make it up to you,” he pleaded, pulling out his signature puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to. “Come on. All you have to do is say the word and we can leave, okay?”
“Okay.”
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Your nerves worsened the closer you got to the frat houses, not mentally prepared for how loud the music would be or all of the sweaty bodies that would inevitably be pressed against you on the dance floor.
As you approached Sig Ep, Peter gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked deep into your eyes, “Y/N. I meant what I said. All you have to do is tell me that you’re ready to go and we’ll leave.”
“You promise?” you asked, chewing on your lip.
“Promise,” Peter smiled, holding out his pinky to intertwine with yours.
Some tall, buff guy was standing at the doorway and greeted Peter with a fist bump. “Hey, Parker! Good work with the dime! She got a boyfriend?” You recoiled at his attitude towards you. It was as if you weren’t even there.
“Nah, Ryan. She’s off limits.” Peter replied coolly, pulling you inside.
You heard Ryan wolf-whistle from his post, causing you to roll your eyes. “Hell yeah! Didn’t know little Petey had it in him!”
Peter wrapped his arm around you, partly to make you feel better, but also because there wasn’t much space for you two to squeeze your way into the kitchen. “Just ignore him,” he said, handing you a red plastic cup, a bottle of Sprite, and a shot glass of vodka.
You peered up at him, unsure. You weren’t much of a drinker, but maybe, just maybe, it would help you ease up on your nerves. Swirling the liquids together into the cup, you downed it before recoiling from the burn. Cheap vodka sucked, you remembered.
“That’s my girl!” you barely heard Peter say from right next to you, feeling him patting your back before he did two shots himself, swallowing them as if they were water. “Come on, I have some people who’ve been dying to meet you.”
The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. He had called you his girl. You gripped his hand tightly as he led you down the hallway and onto the back patio, where a group of people sat crowded around a bonfire.
A girl with bleach blonde hair and a dark green dress that hugged her figure came running up to the two of you, practically jumping into Peter’s arms as she greeted him. “Peter! I’ve been waiting for you. Come on, you can sit next to me.”
She pulled Peter towards the bonfire, patting the empty spot on one of the benches next to her. Peter turned to nod at you, gesturing for you to follow them. Once again, it felt like you were invisible to almost everybody at this party.
The blonde girl leaned close to Peter’s face, giggling with an obvious drunkenness. “So, who’s your little friend?” she asked, waving her fingers towards you like you were some kind of pet.
“This is Y/N, my best friend.” Friend. That’s all you’d ever be to him, especially when there were girls like her around.
“Hi, Y/N! I’m Gwen. Gwen Stacy. Peter and I met in our thermodynamics class last semester,” she smiled, showing off her perfectly white teeth. “You should’ve seen him! He made everything look so easy.” You already knew that. Peter could do anything he set his mind to.
“Yeah...” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with her bright, gray eyes, which matched Peter’s shirt. “So, uh, who are you here with?”
“Oh, duh!,” she said before tapping the guy on her left’s shoulder, pulling him out of the conversation he was having with the people next to him. “This is Harry Osborn. We go way back. Harry, this is, uh…”
“Y/N,” you reminded her.
“Right! Y/N. She’s Peter’s friend,” Gwen told him. He nodded his head and offered a small wave before returning to his conversation. Of course, you thought to yourself. Peter had only asked you to come with him tonight because she was unavailable.
You stared back down at your stupid shoes as Peter and Gwen talked about titrations and bond solutions. Things that you knew nothing about. Was this why Peter was always out at parties? To see her?
You thought about Peter’s promise. Just tell him, you thought. Tell him you want to leave. But you knew that you wouldn’t. You knew that you couldn’t ruin Peter’s fun just because you decided to be a baby and get scared after just thirty minutes into your very first frat party.
Looking back up at Peter and Gwen, who now had her arms draped around his neck, you excused yourself to the restroom, wherever that was. You just needed a break. Peter nodded towards you before turning back to smile at Gwen.
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A banging on the bathroom door startled you. “Hey, uh, could you, like, HURRY UP? I have to take a piss,” a boy yelled from the other side. You got up from the edge of the bathtub that you had been sulking on for the past five minutes to open the door.
“Oh. Sorry, Y/N. Didn’t know it was you.” It was Flash Thompson. Flash, the guy who had made Peter’s life a living hell in high school. “God, you look good. Hey, how’s about you waiting out here for me and we could, you know, catch up?” He winked at you and you wanted to throw up.
Your first instinct was to say no. How could you give Peter’s bully the time of day? But you thought about Peter and Gwen. Gwen. Gorgeous and smart and better than you in every possible way, who was probably sitting in Peter’s lap by now and running her fingers through his hair. Your heartbeat quickened as rage rushed through your body. You wanted to hurt Peter, like he had hurt you. “Yes,” you replied, before he slammed the bathroom door in your face.
One minute later, you were pulling Flash down the stairs and towards the backyard. “You washed your hands, right?” you asked, desperately hoping that the answer would be yes.
“Don’t worry, babe. I just peed. Everyone knows that as long as you don’t get it on your hands you’re all good,” he mused. “You use less water that way, too. Save the planet, am I right?”
You dropped his hand, mentally rolling your eyes, and continued trudging towards the bonfire. You watched as Peter turned to smile at your reappearance, which swiftly dropped once he saw who you were with. It seemed like Gwen had backed off when you were gone too. Was this some kind of weird, territorial act that she was putting on to prove that Peter liked her and not you?
Maybe you were overthinking, but it was too late to backtrack. You sat back down on your place next to Peter, the awkwardness thick in the air. Flash had decided to squeeze himself between the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
Peter leaned forward and shot you a dirty look, which you immediately recognized as his “What the fuck, Y/N?” face.
A familiar voice boomed from behind, and you turned around to find Ryan had finally tapped out of bouncer duty to join the festivities. “Who’s ready for Truth or Dare!”
Shit. You hated truth or dare. Peter knew that. Ever since you had been dared to kiss Tyler Rosado in the 7th grade and he laughed right in your face before flat out rejecting you, the game had become a sore spot.
But you looked at Peter, who was cheering alongside the rest of the group, excited as ever to participate in the game that you swore you’d never play again. He doesn’t care, you thought to yourself, not like he used to.
You felt a vibration from your pocket and scrambled to pull your phone out of your jacket. Well, Peter’s jacket. The one he had let you wear on the way here because you were cold. It was a text from MJ.
“How’s everything going?”
“Not good”, you replied, adding multiple sad face emojis at the end of your message.
“What did that idiot do this time?,” she asked. It was like you could hear her “I’m so going to beat Peter up for this” voice through the screen.
“I’ll tell you when I get back,” you sent, before locking your phone and sliding it back into the jacket pocket.
“Alright, alright, alright. So, who’s up first?” You heard Ryan ask, remembering the terrible event that was taking place right before you. “Hey! Gwen, how about you do us the honors?”
“Of course!” she chirped back. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
“I know you are,” Ryan laughed, causing the crowd of people to whoop and holler around you. “So, truth or dare.”
��Definitely dare,” she slurred, taking another sip from her beer.
“Who’s got a dare for pretty, little Gwen here? Anybody?” Ryan asked, looking around the backyard.
Flash raised his hand. Fuck. Why did you think that it would be a good decision in any way, shape, or form to bring him with you?
“Gwen, I dare you to make out with the hottest guy here!” he giggled, obviously thinking that she’d pick him. What a dumbass.
She smirked, before turning to Peter. “Gladly,” she said as she moved to press her lips against his. You struggled to watch as they made out right next to you, much to both you and Flash’s dismay. It felt like it had been going on for forever when they finally stopped sucking each other’s faces and the crowd’s cheers died down.
That was it. That was the last straw. You got up from where you were sitting and headed back towards the front door, having had enough of frat parties for the rest of your miserable life. Peter probably wouldn’t even notice that you were gone.
You felt hot tears fall down your cheeks as you stumbled out onto the sidewalk, calling MJ as fast as you could. “Could you come get me,” you managed to choke out. “This—this was a mistake. Please, just come get me.”
MJ asked for your address and let you know that she’d be by in a couple of minutes. You plopped onto the front steps, emotionally and physically exhausted from all that Peter had put you through tonight.
A few minutes later, MJ’s car pulled up in front of Sig Ep, and she ran out to hug you, gently rubbing your back to get you to stop crying. “Where is he?,” she asked angrily, glaring towards the frat house.
You pulled her back, sniffling at her, “Don’t. I just want to go home.”
“Fine. I’ll deal with him later,” MJ said, before the two of you got into her car and drove back to the apartment that you shared. Upbeat pop music played on the stereo, which you promptly shut off, preferring to mope with your head on the windowsill, staring out at the cloudy night sky.
MJ unlocked the front door, and you were greeted by Ned and Betty sitting on the living room floor around a Monopoly board. Betty was obviously winning, and Ned was almost bankrupt.
“Y/N!” Betty squealed, getting up off the rug to hug you. “Oh my god, what happened?”
“It was Peter,” MJ muttered, shooting daggers at Ned.
“What!? I can’t control him,” Ned tried to reason. “Y/N, on behalf of my idiot roommate, I’m sorry for whatever he did this time.”
“It’s okay, guys. I just really want to go to bed, okay?” you told them, heading towards your bedroom.
You kicked off your sneakers and threw Peter’s stupid jacket, which smelled just like him, onto the chair in the corner, plunking yourself face first into the mattress. Ned, Betty, and MJ stood in your doorway, watching the entire thing.
“Yeah… I don’t think she’s okay,” Ned whispered, loud enough for you to hear.
Betty hit him on the head. “Ow!,” Ned replied, rubbing his temple from where she had flicked him.
“Will you all just shut up and leave me alone!?,” you screamed, startling your friends.
“Yeah, of course. Just tell us if you need anything, Y/N. We’ll be right outside,” MJ reassured you, before shutting your door behind her.
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You woke up the next morning to the smell of blueberry pancakes and maple syrup wafting throughout the apartment. Dragging yourself to the bathroom, you wiped away the leftover makeup from last night and brushed your teeth, ready to forget about everything that had gone wrong yesterday.
“Good morning, Y/N!” Betty sang from the stove, placing yet another pancake onto the already towering pile before sliding the plate in front of you. “They’re for you. Blueberry, with a little bit of cinnamon, just like how you like ‘em!”
You managed to give her a weak smile, before digging into the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared for you. “Where’s MJ,” you asked, knowing that she would never still be asleep past 7 a.m.
“I’m not supposed to tell you…” Betty answered, obviously trying to deflect from wherever their roommate was. “Apple or orange juice?”
“Apple,” you replied. “No, seriously, Betty. Where is she?”
Betty placed the glass next to your plate of pancakes. A heavy silence hung all throughout the kitchen as you realized the only place that MJ could be right now. She was going to kill Peter.
“Oh my god!” you screamed, scrambling to pull your shoes on and running out the door. Betty mentally cursed herself out for not being able to keep a secret, chasing after you down the stairwell.
“Y/N! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop! Please, MJ is just looking out for you!,” she panted from several stories ahead. Betty had no idea when you had gotten so fast.
“Don’t care! He’s my best friend!” you yelled back, before rushing out onto the sidewalk and running across campus towards Peter and Ned’s dorm room. You hated how much you still cared about Peter after all this time. You hated how much you loved him.
As soon as you reached their door, you frantically knocked on it until Ned opened up. “Oh, Y/N, you’re not supposed to be here. Hey, wait—”
You didn’t let him finish his sentence, squeezing your way past him and into their common room. There, MJ and Peter sat playing a game of chess. Until MJ transferred to your school, nobody had ever been able to beat Peter in chess. You scanned the board as they became aware of your presence, and felt a sense of pride seeing that MJ had his pieces tied up to ensure that she’d have a checkmate in five. He’d either have to resign or let her pick off his queen, two knights, and rook one by one.
“Oh,” you sighed with relief, seeing that Peter was still alive. Everyone in the room was staring at you, waiting to see what you had to say.
“Well. I’m going to head home. See you later, MJ. Bye!” You turned on your heels and headed towards the door, where Ned was standing with his jaw on the floor.
Peter scrambled to his feet as he caught up with you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around just as he had done yesterday. “Y/N. Let me explain,” he whispered softly, like there was nobody else in the room. Curse those damn puppy dog eyes. You were better than this. You needed to stick up for yourself.
“Goodbye, Peter,” you said, before breaking free of his grasp and walking out the door, doing your best not to cry in front of everybody.
He started to follow you before MJ pulled him back, uttering a simple “Don’t.”
Walking back to your apartment, you realized that you had been right all along. Peter had changed, and nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of you.
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i knew you (Bucky Barnes soulmate AU) -- part one
I know, I know. I just finished a story and I started another one and now I’m posting a different one...I’m insane. But I’ve had this idea for a while, just never wrote it down until last night! Enjoy xx.
Also! It’s Bucky x Reader, but it might read as Steve x Reader. I promise it’s platonic!Steve x Reader, though. Steve has no intentions of stealing Bucky’s girl. He knows Bucky would haunt his ass if he did (this is set in The Winter Soldier movie, so Steve still thinks Buck is dead).
Warnings: just some general sadness and angst, mentions of depression, it’s angst city honestly it made me cry
You watch as the old footage replays of Bucky’s wide grin. The only kind of smile that his best friend, Steve Rogers, could draw out of him with one single look or gesture. The only kind of expression that knocks the wind out of your lungs and sends chills down your spine.
“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable both on schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.”
You hastily wipe a tear away. It’s been months since you put the pieces together. Months since your parents told you that they had known for years. Months since they told you they didn’t want to tell you because they didn’t want to see you hurt.
Months since you’ve realized the man you keep seeing in your dreams is Bucky Barnes.
At first, you thought you were crazy. People dream of faces they’ve never seen all the time, right?
Soulmates are said to be rare, but not nonexistent. You’ve always thought they were real, just that the world was so cynical to really talk about them. The idea that there is one person out there whose soul is connected to yours is exactly the kind of thing that would send this generation walking the other direction with their middle fingers raised and eyes rolling in disbelief.
Then you started remembering your dreams. You started to see his face more clearly. Granted, you had no idea it was Bucky that you were seeing.
You came to the Smithsonian almost half a year ago now with your best friend. She realized you both had never been before, and she basically said fuck it one day and took you with her. Her exact words were, “How have we gone to college here for a year and a half and we’ve never been to the damn Smithsonian?”
You weren’t expecting to meet your soulmate that day.
Of course, you use the word “meet” very loosely. Your soulmate isn’t alive, which explains the emptiness you feel on a daily. It’s been said that soulmates can feel what the other is feeling. Often times it’s muted, but recognizable.
You got to see his face, to finally realize that it’s Bucky. The Bucky Barnes.
It sounds ridiculous — and God, you love your best friend for not calling you pathetic that day — but when you walked up to the very exhibit you’re standing at right now and saw Bucky’s smile...you knew. Instantly, you knew. And it moved you to tears.
It was like your soul had finally found her counterpart, here, grinning like a madman next to his best friend, all the way back in the 1940s.
Your parents knew simply because of things you would say, offhandedly, without even realizing it.
Your interest in WWII caught their attention, but it surprisingly didn’t last long -- only from about the time that you turned thirteen to a few months before your fourteenth birthday. You would’ve found Bucky a lot sooner had your interest in the war itself lasted much longer, but it didn’t. You wonder now if you subconsciously knew it was Bucky, but steered yourself away from it in an attempt to save yourself the heartache at such a young age.
Your taste in music has been the constant that they didn’t quite understand at first. You listen to modern tunes, sure, but you’re a sucker for the music of the 40s. Even clothes. You sometimes found yourself leaning toward the styles of the 40s in subtle ways, not realizing it.
The true confirmation of their suspicions came, though, when your mom said she heard you say Bucky’s name. The first time was on a road trip. You had fallen asleep in the car. You were sixteen at the time. You were dreaming and you have no recollection of ever saying his name. You weren’t even aware that you said his name while you were dreaming until she confessed that day.
You haven’t told anyone about it. Your best friend doesn’t even know. She still believes you got too excited about seeing Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, that’s all. She doesn’t know the real reason, the real aching pain that you feel every day.
The only thing that eases the ache is this. Hogging this exhibit. Watching the footage over and over again. Watching Bucky’s smile and being unable to hold back your own, despite your tears.
You know the staff must think you’re delusional. Somehow you haven’t cared enough to entertain the thought. But you have seen the security guard give you strange looks when you walk in almost every other day.
It used to not be this bad. You came every day for a few weeks, but then you were able to calm down to once a week, sometimes twice a month, if you were too busy with school to think about Bucky much.
But lately, something has changed. You don’t know what it is. You still feel the emptiness, but something is different. It’s...troubled. That’s all your mind can come up with.
It makes no sense, though. How can Bucky be troubled? He’s dead. You believe in ghosts and all -- you’ve never been given a reason not to -- but you’ve heard more stories than you can count from people whose soulmate has died. They all say the same thing. They felt it when it happened. Because it was like a switch was flipped. They were feeling everything one moment, and the next, it was all gone. Empty.
Empty. How you’ve felt since the day you were born. You’ve been to therapists and they all told you the same thing. It’s just your thinking. Change your thinking processes. You’ve never slipped or spiraled far enough for it to be classified as a depressive disorder or anything else, just...empty.
When you found out about having a soulmate, and even more so when you found out it was Bucky, you still felt empty, but not as much. It was like everything suddenly made perfect sense. The emptiness had a purpose, a reason for existing.
When you see him smile, everything makes perfect sense. You feel like you have a reason to exist.
“Excuse me, miss?”
You slowly drag your eyes away from Bucky, preparing yourself to deal with a disgruntled museum-goer or staff member complaining about how long you’ve been standing here. But that’s not who you see.
He’s wearing a hat, but the resemblance is unmistakable.
Quickly, you glance at the video before looking back to the person beside you. That’s him. Steve Rogers.
“Hi,” you say hesitantly, quietly. He’s obviously hiding, which he is right to do. If anyone got wind of Steve Rogers walking around here, there would be mass chaos.
“Hey,” he replies just as quiet. “Um...Wanna get a coffee?”
You have no idea why he’s asking, but you nod anyway. Who would say no to coffee with Captain America?
Outside the Smithsonian and down the block, you bring Steve to your favorite spot to get coffee. Your best friend turned you onto it when you first got here for college, and you’ve gone here weekly ever since.
After grabbing your coffees, you pick a table far enough away from everyone else on the patio to talk without anyone listening in.
“So, uh…” Steve exhales, shifting in his seat. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” you shrug, holding onto your cup with both hands. “Why did you ask me to get coffee?”
“You looked familiar,” Steve says, slowly. “What’s your full name, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Y/N L/N. Why?”
“Y/N…” Steve mutters under his breath, a crooked smile crossing his face. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
“Huh?”
“Bucky used to talk to me about you,” Steve continues, and you swear your heart stops. “He had me draw pictures of you. He couldn’t draw for crap, but he kept describing you to me from his dreams. I’ve drawn so many I’d recognize your face anywhere.”
“He dreamt about me?” You whisper. “Really?”
“All the time,” Steve nods, smiling sadly. “So you’re his soulmate?”
“I guess,” you say. “My mom says I used to say his name in my sleep all the time. I dreamt of his face, too, but I never knew it was him. Until my friend took me to the exhibit a few months ago.” You pause. “It sounds stupid. But seeing him there makes me feel...better.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve says suddenly. “It can’t be easy being born in a completely different generation.”
You smile softly. “Thank you. I’m sorry, too. I can’t imagine how hard it is to still be here after all this time. And without your best friend, too.”
“Yeah, it hasn’t been easy,” Steve admits. “But thanks. I appreciate it.”
“If it’s not too much to ask,” you begin, pausing to think about if you’re going to regret this. “Would you tell me about him? Just anything. It doesn’t have to be anything profound, just...anything you want to talk about. But if it’s too hard, don’t worry about it.” You wave your hands in front of your face, already preparing yourself for Steve to politely turn you down.
But he doesn’t.
“Bucky, he…” Steve pauses, shaking his head. “He was a lot wealthier than me back in the 40s. I had no business acting the way I did, picking fights with people three times my size, but I still did it. And Bucky was always there to pick me up off the ground and give me a ride back home.”
“Yeah?” You chuckle. “You used to be super skinny, right?”
“I was really sick, actually. Bucky had every reason to treat me like anyone else, but he never did. We grew up together -- though I used to joke that he grew up. I stayed the same size. But he never made fun of me for it.”
You can’t help but grin. “That video in the museum -- his smile. I see it in my dreams all the time.”
“Yeah, yeah that was Bucky’s signature grin. He could give any woman that smile and they were his.”
“I can see why,” you admit quietly, averting your eyes when Steve raises his eyebrows. You change subjects, not wanting to talk about how attractive you find Steve’s dead best friend -- despite him being your soulmate. “What was his favorite thing to eat for breakfast?”
Steve takes the bait, and for the next four hours, the two of you sit on the patio, talking about Bucky Barnes.
His favorite color? Your eyes. Which you think is a little ridiculous, but Steve swears it’s the truth.
His favorite thing to do? Go dancing. Hands down.
His favorite thing to talk about? You. Again, you give Steve a stern look, and again, he swears it’s true. But when he wasn’t talking about you, Steve says Bucky talked a lot about the future. He was an optimist. Steve has no idea how, but Bucky always saw the brightest side.
Bucky was kind. Kinder than a lot of men his age, at the time. He had that blinding smile and instead of hiding it and going for the mysterious, brooding attitude, he chose to smile as much as he could, to anyone who looked like they needed it.
Realizing that the sun is beginning to go down, Steve decides to get you home.
“It’s alright, I can walk,” you tell him, feeling high on everything Bucky. “It’s just up here. I go to college here.”
“At least let me walk you to the campus,” Steve offers.
You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Bucky would kill me if I let his girl walk home alone. Especially when it’s getting dark.”
“Fine,” you cave. Hearing Steve refer to you as “Bucky’s girl” sends chills down your spine -- the good kind of chills. The kind that makes you wish it was the 1940s. The kind that makes you wish Bucky was here, holding your hand, walking you home.
Once you reach campus (you decide to let Steve walk you all the way to your dorm building), you ask Steve the question you’ve been wondering about ever since you first saw Bucky in the museum.
“Hey Steve?”
Hands stuffed in his pockets, Steve turns his head toward you. “Yeah?”
“If this was the 40s...do you-- Do you think I’m the kind of girl Bucky would want?”
Steve’s steps falter. You slow your pace to match his until you’re both stopped, looking at one another.
“What is it?” You ask.
“Yes,” Steve says simply. “Yeah. I do. I know for a fact he would’ve torn down every building until he found you. Because he tried.”
Your breath hitches. Deep down, you had convinced yourself that you weren’t the kind of girl Bucky would want. Not that it’s your fault because you were born this side of the millennium. But to hear Steve tell you otherwise makes you freeze.
“What?”
“Bucky didn’t have me sketch you because he wanted me to practice my drawing. He did it because he wanted to see a picture of you. Something he could keep in his wallet and look at every night. He was a ladies man, yeah, but every single one...he wanted them to be you. But they never were.” Steve shakes his head. “It really tore him up, that he never found you. He still held out hope, though. Until the very last second.”
Tears have sprung to your eyes before you even realize it.
“Before he fell, he--” Steve pauses. “He told me to promise that I’d find you. I guess I kept my promise after all.”
He looks up to see the tears in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks. Without a single word, Steve pulls you into his chest, and without hesitation, you let yourself cry.
He’s not Bucky. And you’ll never find your Bucky, but he’s close enough. Steve promised Bucky that he’d find you, and he kept that promise. Now he’s going to do everything in his power to keep you safe.
Because he knows for a fact Bucky would’ve wanted that, too.
#i knew you#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#platonic!steve x reader#captain america: the winter soldier#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes soulmate au#james buchanan barnes#james buchanan bucky barnes#angst city y'all#it will not have real fluff for a while#we are stuck in traffic in angst city lmao#oops
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50 days of learning love/Part 2
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Summary: You and Five try to get along, but now that Delores is in the picture too... well it’s harder.
Warnings: Language, slight angst and probably not accurate facts about the post-apocalyptic world.
Word count: 3k
A/N: Long again, but you guys seemed to enjoy the last one, so decided to write it as quickly as I could! Also happy birthday to our beautiful, amazing and talented baby boy, who’s now 17! Yay! Enjoy!
After surviving so many things together, you felt safer with Five. Sure, he could be an asshole, but like... understandable. Living in a post-apocalyptic world with literally no food other than bugs and not too much water... for five years... yes. It was awful. But being alone does weird things with the mind...
“Seriously, when will you stop talking with that mannequin and start talking to the one living thing in this world? Me!” you asked, slightly irritated when he didn’t do anything else than talking to that stupid thing he named ‘Delores’.
“Excuse me, but-” Five started, but you cut in.
“Yes, excuse you! Five, that mannequin doesn’t understand you, nor can it think!” you said. “You talked more to it, than you ever did to me! We spent 5 days together and the most you talked to me was when you were arguing with me.”
“Well, she’s my friend! And could you stop calling her ‘it’?” he looked at you.
“Sorry, she!” you said sarcastically. “She, is not alive! She, does not understand you! She, can’t be your friend, because she, is not alive!”
“Well, rude!”
“Me? Rude?! Come on Five, look in the mirror!”
“See, you’re arguing again!”
“Jesus, you know what? Keep talking to your ‘friend’. I’m gonna escape, before you drive me mad! Ugh!” you exclaimed, truly furious.
“What’s the point anyway? We’re stuck!” he shouted after you, but you just flipped him off. Asshole...
So you started walking, hoping to clear your mind. You knew you couldn’t go far, because the night was close and you needed to get back before its fall. You didn’t know where to go. Everything looked the same. There was only destruction wherever you looked. But at least you allowed your thoughts to calm down.
You spent the next few hours to just walk around, wondering why was Five the way he is. And why did you get so mad... But then you noticed, that the sun was going down. And you were too far from your place, that you wouldn’t get back in time.
“Better find a safe place...” you sighed and started on your journey for a place to sleep in.
You were scared. Without a doubt. Somehow after 5 days of having someone next to you made you forget how scary the night was. There was no moon to keep you light. The stars were there, but they weren’t as bright.
And so went the sixth day and night.
Waking up, you felt the hot sun on your skin. You slowly opened your eyes and sat up. Looking around in the apocalypse, you saw nothing. You sighed as you got up. You knew that you needed to get back to Five, but to be honest, you didn’t really remember where you came from. So after you got your stuff, you decided to go west. Maybe that was the right path...
Meanwhile, our dear Five was a mess. Guilt ate at him for chasing you, the only other human being, away. On the other hand, you insulted Delores, therefore you insulted him. But still... he was worried when you didn’t show up even after the sun went down. And he was even more nervous when you weren’t there when he woke up.
“Stupid! Why did they go?? Why did they not stay here? Now they’re probably lost... Tell me Delores, why??” he looked at the mannequin. “Of course it’s not my fault!” he grumbled. “Fine, maybe a bit. But still. They insulted you!” the mannequin stared back dumbly. “Well, it’s not my fault they got lost!” he got a bit angrier. “Delores, don’t start. You know that... fine. We’ll search for them” he sighed.
He put the mannequin into his trunk and then started on his journey to find you. Both of you walked for hours. Both in different paths, that would not cross the other if you went on it, straight, without turns. But you are humans, so you made occasional turns. So you were beyond happy when you saw the slim, dark haired boy coming towards you. You remembered, the conversation you had before you made your escape, but frankly, you didn’t really care. Until you saw the mannequin.
“You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot and kinda crazy” you started when you reached the boy.
“You’re also an idiot and crazy. But do you expect anything else after 5 years in the apocalypse while going trough puberty?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You’re right” you nodded. “But you were an asshole.”
“Always have been. But I’d rather fight with you than be alone.” he said. “Well, with Delores.”
“Fine. But we have to make some rules” you put your pinkie up.
“You really expect me to make a pinky promise with you?” he asked, but you just looked at him seriously, so he sighed and intertwined his pinkie with yours.
“You have to swear, that you’ll talk to me not only Delores” you started.
“Oh, so now you’re going to refer to her by her name?” he smirked.
“Five!”
“Fine, I swear. You have to swear not to go full crazy lady on me” he added.
“Deal” you sighed and you both put down your pinkies. “Now that that’s out of the way, we’ll need to go back.”
Five nodded as a sign that he agrees. As you headed back, he started a conversation, which surprised you.
“Tomorrow we’ll need to move.”
“Has it been a week already?” you asked, furrowing your brows.
“Yeah and we should move to another side of the town” he nodded.
“Okay, cool. At least we won’t die of boredom” you sighed.
“I’m not so sure about it” he rolled his eyes. “It’s been five years, without any kind of activity that we were used to.”
“Okay, but like now we have each other! We can play games that we did when we were young.”
“I didn’t play games. We were training and learning every day. We had half hours to spend with games on Saturdays” he told you.
“Wait, really?” you turned to him. “That’s horrible!”
“Yeah, well, when you’re part of the Umbrella Academy that’s what you get” he sighed.
“Well, then I’ll teach you some! I know a bunch!” you smiled at him.
“Y/n, no offence, but I really don’t want to. I just really want to get out of here and for that, I need to work on the equation.”
“Fine” you sighed.
For the rest of the walk, you stayed quiet. And you stayed quiet when you arrived back, and while he worked. It was kinda a quiet day. But as you went to sleep, you both wished the other a good night.
And so went the seventh day and night.
The eighth day came and went with you guys just walking to find a safe spot to spend the next seven days. Or fourteen. Depends.
Five was mostly talking to Delores or just staring ahead, while you were in silence, kinda amused when he was having an argument with Delores. Or... well himself. Being alone does strange things to the mind. Although you can’t really blame him, since all those years alone had its toll on you too. Just in a different way.
“Hey, Five?” you called the boy’s name.
“Hm?” he looked at you.
“You ever thought about the fact that there could be others, still alive?” you asked.
“Yeah, kind of, I guess. But after five years, I was losing hope. Then you came along” he said, thinking.
“Yeah. Same here. But now that I met you... what if there are? What if there are people like you. I mean with power” you said.
“I don’t know. It’s a possibility” he shrugged.
You nodded, then went back to being silent. You were in deep thought and Five was the one who pulled you out of it, when he literally pulled you aside.
“Watch you step!” he said.
You looked back to the place you were walking and you saw a hole in the ground.
“Thanks” you looked at him.
Five nodded, but watched you for a bit, in thought. But then he shrugged and let it go. As you continued on your way to find a place, the sun was climbing up its way to the top and soon, you were left with extreme warmth. But it wasn’t exactly only warmth. Some weird cold stuff came too. Like the wind, but it wasn’t that.
You looked around the sky, but saw nothing. Five noticed it too, but he quickly realized what it was.
“A storm is coming” he said.
“Oh, okay” you nodded. “It’s been a while since one was here.”
“Yeah. Well at least it’ll freshen the air and also gave us some water. Hopefully” he agreed.
“Hopefully” you sighed.
For hours you walked in silence, but by the time, the sun was beginning to lower, you noticed the dark clouds as well. From then, the storm came quicker than expected as the winds picked up. You both knew that you need to hurry when you saw the first lightning strike. So you were looking for a place more desperately. But you weren’t quick enough and a lightning struck right beside you, blinding you both for a bit and also separated you two.
“Five!” you shouted when the ringing in your ear stopped.
A small fire rose from where the lightning struck and behind the flames, you saw an unconscious Five. You were scared for him and his well-being and without a thought you walked trough the fire. It didn’t burn you or your clothes and you probably would’ve been shocked, if the sight of Five didn’t send you in a shock before.
“Come on, Five!” you kneeled down next to the boy and put your ear to his chest, and when you heard his heartbeat, you calmed down a bit.
You struggled with lifting him up, but you did none the less and carried him to the hole you saw between ruins.
“Oh, God. You’re so heavy” you grunted as you pushed into the hole and put him down.
You sat next to him, panting. You weren’t used to carrying such heavy things as the boy beside you. You were tired, but you were scared to go asleep in case something happened to Five. So you stayed awake, checking on him every now and then.
And so went the eighth day and night.
You woke up to Five grunting as he moved.
“Five?” you sat up and looked at him.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked holding his head.
“A lightning struck beside us and we both fell back. I guess you hit your head” you said. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I was hit in the head with a rock... four times” he said.
“Thank God, you’re okay” you let out the breath you’ve been holding.
“Yeah, well other than my head, I’m okay” he looked up. “Where are we?”
“I brought you here after the lightning. I didn’t want to risk anything” you said.
“Thanks” he looked at you. “For saving me.”
“I would say, anytime, but I don’t want you hurt anymore” you sighed.
“Well I don’t want another time either” he tried to stand up, but almost fell back.
“Hey, slowly, bud. Keep it slow and simple” you said, holding the boy.
“I’m fine” he said.
“Clearly not! Just... let me help. Please” you plead to the boy.
Five looked at you for a bit, but then nodded. You stood up and put your arm around his middle and then looked at him.
“Is this okay?” you asked as you felt him stiffen.
He didn’t answer for a bit and let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah” he said closing his eyes for a bit. “Yeah, let’s go.”
You nodded then slowly started walking. You made sure to look at Five every now and then to make sure he was okay. But he seemed okay, so you continued.
“If I get heavy, just let me know” he said quietly.
“You’re not heavy. I’m stronger than I look” you smiled at him warmly and he surprised you with a soft smile of his own.
He was truly a beautiful sight when he smiled. You only spent like 8 days with him, but you knew that that was a rare occasion. When you reached your stuff that you left there, you grabbed the trunk and pulled it after you.
You walked for hours until you both got hungry, so you first sat Five down, then sat next to him. You offered him the box, which he took out a few from and started to eat. After eating a bit, you drank a bit of water and then just laid back a bit and stared at the sky.
“Hey Y/n?” he started.
“Yes?” you looked at him.
“Do you think it will happen?” he asked.
“What?” you asked back.
“That we’ll get back to the original timeline?” he looked at you.
“Well... I believe in you. I believe that you can actually do it. So... yeah. I do think it will happen” you smiled.
He nodded, then stood up slowly. He slowly went to the trunk and you watched him. He lifted up the mannequin and took out something from underneath it. He slowly sat back next to you and that’s when you saw the picture.
“You miss them?” you asked.
“Every second. Don’t tell them, I said that” he looked at you and you nodded. “But yeah. I miss them like crazy. It’s just... everything happened so fast.”
“I know” you put a hand on his shoulder and he stiffened again, so you pulled it away.
“We should go” he said and you nodded, getting up.
You helped him up and you continued your way. After some hours you found a place and while Five sat (you didn’t let him help), you put everything in its place and set up your camp for the week.
And so went the ninth day and night.
When you woke up, you finally had time to realize what the fuck you did when the lightning struck. Well after. You walked through fucking fire! That’s like... crazy! At least to you. Probably not so much for Five... if he knew about it. But he didn’t.
“Hey Five?” you turned to him sometime that day.
“Hm?” he looked up from his conversation with Delores.
“Sorry... to interrupt your conversation, but... you know how I was there when the apocalypse happened?” you asked looking at your hands.
“Yeah?” he furrowed his brows.
“Well... Imighthaveanexplanation?” you spit the whole sentence out.
“What?” he asked.
“I... might have an explanation...” you looked at him, worried.
“Yes?”
“Yeah... well... a day ago, when I rescued you from the... storm... I... um... kinda walked trough fire without getting burned?” you said, but it sounded like a question, like even you weren’t sure about it.
“Wait, really?” he put down Delores, signaling that his whole attention was on you.
“Yeah” you nodded.
“Well... that would make sense” he said. “Since everything was on fire.”
“Yeah” you nodded.
“It’s a possible lead. If anything else happens, you can come to me and tell me, okay?” he asked and you smiled at him.
You guys spent the rest of the day just relaxing. Five was talking to Delores mostly, and you were drawing in the dust. Shapes, which turned into different words, then you decided to draw faces. There was different characters from tv shows and movies, and people you knew before the apocalypse. You spent a great day living out your creativity and enjoyed drawing. When the sun went down, you noticed Five looking at your drawing of a character from a tv show.
“You’re quite good at drawing” he said.
“Thank you” you smiled.
“Hm... I wouldn’t have guessed” he looked at you.
“Why?” you asked.
“You just didn’t strike me as a person who does such things” he shrugged.
“O-okay?” you furrowed your brows.
But he didn’t say anything and you put down the stick.
“Would you like to play something?” you asked.
“What?” it was his turn to furrow his brows.
“Um... I don’t know. We could start with two truths and a lie.”
“Okay...”
“Do you want me to start?” you asked as you layed down.
“Sure” he said as he layed down too.
“Okay. One... I used to pretend to have powers just like yours and would just run up and down pretending to be a hero. Two, I had a bunch of superhero figurines. And three I drew myself tattoos.”
“I would say the first one” he said looking up at the sky.
“No I actually did that. Your powers are cool. I’m not smart enough for them, but they’re definitely cool. But I never had any superhero figurines.”
“Neither did I. But I guess my first is... I used to sneak out with my siblings to have a little fun. Two, I was the first one to learn everything, not my siblings. And three I hate ice-cream.”
“Three. You can’t hate ice-cream!” you said confidently.
“I actually really do. It’s cold and bad for my throat. Frankly, not very healthy.”
“Wait, then which one is the lie? Because I’m 100% sure that you were the smartest out of all your siblings. So... you never snuck out?” you turned towads him.
“No” he replied simply.
“Oh... Well...” but you couldn’t think of anything to say.
He was looking up, but you could see the sadness in his eyes.
“I’m sorry” you put your hand on his, but he quickly pulled away, like you burned him.
“What the...” he looked at your hands. “You burned me...”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! I...” you sat up quickly and looked at him.
“It’s... nothing” he shook his head and slowly touched your hands.
You both gasped. Him, because it was still hot, and you because his hands felt cold.
“Okay... well, we have this to deal with too” he said.
“I’m sorry” you said.
“Don’t be” a hint of a smile run through his face, but then disappeared altogether. “Goodnight Y/n.”
“Goodnight Five” you whispered.
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Golden // Part 2
Summary: Y/N pays Sam a visit. He has some explaining to do.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: language; uh? sexual references? maybe???
A/N: listen. LISTEN. I am so excited about this. I’m so excited about this that I might turn this whole thing into a series. Is this how IAFAG came into being as well? Yes, it is. Am I as excited about this as I was about IAFAG? MAYHAPS! Here is the second part, I hope you like it!
(as always, thanks to @the-chocolate-bunny for cheering me on and shouting OHMYGOD over and over again when she’s reading whatever it is I’m sending her, you’re a clown but I love you)
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“Samuel Thomas Wilson!” Y/N shouts and her finger is so far in his pec that he has to swipe her hand away and rub at his chest. Good.
“It’s 7 in the morning.” He groans and just follows her trampling inside his kitchen. He watches with a pout as she’s turning on the coffee machine, taking out two mugs and the sugar jar – I just want to sleep some more, what did I do to deserve this on a Wednesday?
“Well, rise and shine, buttercup, because you have some explaining to do!”
Sam yawns and sits down, practically melting over the kitchen island. She pushes a coffee right next to his nose, where the smell and heat should be enough to keep his eyes open.
“Why am I even friends with you?” Sam mumbles, but Y/N just looks at him unimpressed. “What?”
“You know Steve.” She says and good god, does she look pissed.
“Ok, honey. I’m gonna have to ask you to be a little more specific. I own a bar, I know too many Steves to count and most of them aren’t even worth you coming over here at 7 in the morning.”
Y/N looks pointedly at Sam as if by magic he could read her thoughts – which wouldn’t be surprising in normal circumstances, the man is scarily accurate, especially when she’s trying to hide her flings away from him. In his defence, she did knock at his door for 10 minutes to wake him up and then nearly tackled him to the ground, even though she has a goddamned key. But then again, he might have an inkling on who exactly she’s talking about, considering he never does anything without knowing exactly what the results might be.
“Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, beard, built like a fucking tank, unable to buy shirts his own size, owns a stupid bike?!” Y/N is aware that her voice is turning into a brassy squeal by the end of her sentence, but at least now Sam is starting to look more alive. He’s raising one of his eyebrows, which could only mean there’s some sense of recognition at her words.
“Don’t tell me the idiot finally talked to you.” He’s chuckling in his coffee mug, as if this would explain what just happened an hour ago.
“Sam.” She presses, staring pointedly at him. “More words, less sphinx-like riddles, please.”
He rolls his eyes, but puts his mug down with a sigh. He knew this would happen, hoped this would happen if that idiot Golden Retriever would just get his shit together already but he didn’t expect Steve to be a little asshole. Bucky, sure, but Steve? Yeah, ok, fine, Steve can be an asshole too.
“Remember when you asked me to help you move a while back?”
“And you convinced me to go for a run at 5 in the fucking morning with you in exchange for that? And you stood me up because apparently you slept through your alarms? That somehow involved Clint for some goddamn reason, but if I think about it now, I have no idea how that happened considering you don’t live with Clint.” She’s literally voicing her thought process, which in turn makes Sam proud – she’ll put two and two together soon enough. “Unless you both slept at the bar that night and somehow…wait. No. Sam, you dick, you planned this?!” There it is.
Sam leans over the table and pats Y/N on the head – one, two, three and she’s batting his hand away. She’s fuming, but it’s great seeing her get so worked up. Ah yes, Sam thinks, there’s nothing funnier than meddling in Y/N’s life. To be fair, it’s not like she’s regretted any of his plotting – she’d actually let him take all her decisions for her if there wouldn’t be something called rEsPoNsiBiLitY and other disgusting adult stuff. But couldn’t he have meddled with this Steve earlier? Couldn’t he have told her there’s a hunk of man that she’d like to climb like a tree the day they met?
“Explain yourself before I either self-combust in rage or tell Clint you’re allowing him to eat all the peanuts in the bar.”
“He knows better than to obey orders that don’t come directly from me, sweets, but at least you tried.” Sam chuckles, which earns him another whine. “Fine! Goddamn, woman, sometimes I wonder what I did in a past life to deserve this. I was with Steve when you called me and your weird face came up on my phone. He kept hinting at wanting to meet you but I played dumb and wouldn’t give him anything.”
“I – what?!” Y/N screeches yet again, and Sam swears he might just buy some noise blocking headphones.
“It was his birthday present.” He shrugs.
“What was?”
“Making you two meet, you dumb clown.”
Y/N looks at Sam, a mystified frown on her face. He can practically see “Processing” right on her forehead. It’s the most fun he’s had in months and if he ever had any doubts about his mischievous plans, he now knows with certainty that it was all worth it. He takes a sip of his coffee, patiently waiting for her to talk, because she’s a talker, after all, she’ll either let out a final screech that will wake up the whole building or he’ll suffer through an endless tirade of ingenious expletives.
“Wait, hold up.” She finally says, one hand raised, as if he’d ruin her reaction by talking. Come on, Y/N, baby, you know me better than this, and she does. “Let me get this straight. You knew Steve was already interested, you knew that we kept meeting in the park every morning and knew I was also interested, yet you’ve kept quiet until now?”
“That’s exactly right, babygirl.” Sam grins.
She smacks him then – lunging over the kitchen island, right over his head, making him nearly dunk his face in his coffee. Sam tries his best to show that he’s furious at her reaction, but it’s an unfortunately common occurrence, so that wouldn’t stick.
“Why would you hurt me in this way, Samuel?” Y/N wails, throwing herself on the table – dramatics, this is why only Steve could handle you. “Have I not been a good friend to you? Have I not kept your secret that you wore braces when you were a kid? Have I not brought you coffee whenever you asked for it in college? Have I not introduced you to Bucky?”
“First of all, I did it because Steve had to be taught a lesson. And second of all, it was payback because you did tell someone I’ve worn braces in middle school. And that was Bucky!”
Y/N scoffs and crosses her arms. They’re stuck in a match of pouts and throwing around blame – a game they’ve played since childhood, but Y/N is bad at it, as always, and she’s the first to relent, as always.
“What lesson?” She mumbles.
“What?”
“What lesson did you have to teach Golden Boy?” Y/N repeats herself, enunciating each word.
“To learn to ask for what he wants.” Sam grins.
“And what’s that?”
“You.” Sam rolls his eyes, already tired of this conversation, why can’t his friends just sort this out together anyway? “He wants you, Y/N, but he was too much of a coward to ask.”
That’s the moment Sam’s phone starts pinging with what sounds like an entire waterfall of messages. He groans, standing up from his chair, because really what the fuck is up with people today and waking him up at 7 in the morning on a goddamn Wednesday?
At least Y/N stays put in her own seat, watching him like a hawk as he retrieves his phone from his bedroom. It’s lighting up like crazy and as he reads the messages, he can’t help but start laughing like a certified villain.
“Your boy is having a meltdown.” He finally supplies an explanation to Y/N’s confusion.
Before she can even open her mouth in a futile attempt to deny having “a boy” or even ask who he might be talking about, because let’s be honest, it’s not like she’s been wondering what it’d be like to tap that ass in the few minutes it took Sam to come back, he thrusts his phone right in her face.
Oh god, Sam, I talked to her today
Holy shit she’s even prettier from up close
Fuck, I think she caught me staring at her butt
What if she thinks I’m a creep?
AND I ASKED HER OUT??!?!?!?!
HOW COULD I EVER THINK SHE’D SAY YES????
BUT SHE SAID YES????
WHY DID SHE SAY YES??????????
SAM WHAT THE FUCK SHE SAID YES AND I HAVE A DATE WITH THE HOTTEST GIRL I’VE EVER MET AND NOW I HAVE TO CALL HER AND I’M EXCITED BUT HOLY SHIT WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO HER????????
I’VE ACTED LIKE SUCH A DOUCHE!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOLD HER I’LL PICK HER UP ON MY BIKE AND SHE SOUNDED SO CONFUSED WHAT IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE BIKERS???????????
SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I’m in love
By the end of the last message, a huge grin is splitting Y/N’s face. Sam knows this reaction too well for comfort and oh shit, what have I started, but it’s too late now and she’s already typing.
“Really, Y/N? On my phone? I might just have to throw it in a river now.” Sam sighs as he reads over her shoulder.
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, but the grin doesn’t leave her face. Waking up at 5 in the morning might not be so horrible in the end if she gets to send messages like this to a Golden Boy who is having the most adorable meltdown over her.
I might be impartial to bikes, but I’m definitely not impartial to you or your butt, Stevie
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Im so sorry...is your sister a minor
yeah she’s 17. i really don’t blame her it just sucks. anyway i think i needed to work through this but its also way too long so
lol like that was supposed to be my birthday gift but it has now become a romantic getaway for a man and his gf (who is 18 years younger than him) and my sister and one of her friends. at like. one of the most expensive hotels in the country. the same man who guilted me into giving private tutoring to 8 students at a time while i was a student because he apparently is super poor and has no money and no job. (i started tutoring for extra money and to just. have a job. because he has also given me shit about that before too. if i don’t have a job i’m like a useless baby child who he can never trust to be responsible for her own life. turns out that was just a load of bullshit to trap me. and yeah i was teaching 8-9 students at some point and i think i was like telling him hey i don’t know if this is a good idea. its a little crazy. and he was like no u should keep doing it. its money u should just earn it. we aren’t doing great financially and at some point we might need ur help paying for ur sister’s tutoring classes. and so i did and it hurt me SO much last semester. + covid but also. it was tutoring mostly lmao)
anyway i just. the thought of everything made me cry a lot in the shower lol. like that. quiet cry where u are sobbing uncontrollably but u have to mute it as much as possible so that ur mother who’s washing dishes in the kitchen doesn’t hear it
today we had some ikea furniture delivered. and i was assembling it. and my mom told me “when we were married i was always the one putting together the IKEA furniture. ur dad would always get frustrated and give up” and then in the shower i realized that’s exactly how my dad treats me lmao. i am.... his ikea furniture
so like. i can actually trace the most recent incident of abuse i faced from him back to when. i allowed him to “help” me with my university degree transfer issues. u know. because i couldn’t do the coding degree he pressured me into doing. and wanted to do something else (i could’ve gone to my uni open house w my friends. who ended up entering the arts faculty. and i WANTED to do psychology in the arts faculty too. but my dad and his gf were there. and they just. told me if i did that i would have no future and no job prospects when i graduated. which is SO fucking funny because both of them individually. their grades were super fucking shit and they were never good enough to get into the school that i did. so they had no fucking business telling me what i should or shouldn’t do. but i didn’t know that because they lied to me. my dad lied to me about so many things to scare me into thinking i couldn’t do anything. and at this point in my life. they were still monitoring my internet usage. and there were restrictions set on my phone. mere. months. before i was meant to be a university student. even getting restrictions off my phone was a big fight i had to have. i bought my own laptop with money i made from this f&b job because i knew if i waited for them to get one for me i would be waiting forever. and i was just so fucking scared of them so i got a. ‘practical’ degree. and then slid off my adhd meds because even that felt like part of the trap they kept me in for years)
i decided i wanted to do linguistics and become a linguistics major but my school wasn’t letting me. and it had been a year. so i let him and my mom get involved. which i had SUCH a bad feeling about. an awful awful bad feeling. i was right lmao. i should’ve known his involvement wouldn’t have done shit and would also. set me up for yet another Major Traumatic Incident. which i have spent the entirety of 2020 trying to avoid. do you know how stressful and tiring it feels to just like. every moment around ur own father is u just trying to walk on eggshells praying and hoping that nothing bad will happen. i tried so hard and it fell apart in the end anyway. he couldn’t fix this problem so he took it out on me
my school essentially texted us back saying “we get a shit load of transfer requests every year, even from students from other schools. ur grades from the classes u took aren’t good enough to justify a transfer” and like they were right. i had been off my meds. various things in life had happened. my commute situation wasn’t helping matters either (to and from was 2 hours each) and it has just. not been great. grandad passed away like 2 weeks ago or something at that point. which. may have been an underlying cause for the situation. or maybe he was always going to blow up at me and get violent and crazy. idk
anyway. i guess u could say it is ‘my fault’ for cutting off contact w my father n not speaking to him. but also. he threatened to throw me into a mental institute. and also. violently refused to let me leave the house so he could keep yelling at me. he physically would not let me. i yelled at him to just let me go but he implied that he would actually hurt me if i tried to get past him again. and he said all sorts of shit like he can be crazy too and he can be crazier than me which is something he’s said before. what triggered me to leave was. ok so in the beginning he was giving me the same thing he has yelled at me about over the years. i am super super fucking smart but i waste it all away on purpose and refuse to get my shit together and that’s somehow a personal attack on him. i can’t remember most of it by now. but anyway. i was tearing up and keeping absolutely quiet just waiting for it to be over so i could leave and go to another room. but then he started to. yell at me for crying. its so fucking ironic and weird because in a separate previous incident i was complaining about my school and how much it all was. and i was barely raising my voice but he was like woah woah stop being so emotional!!! as if he doesn’t regularly scream and shout and punch walls or whatever the fuck over the SMALLEST bullshit. anyway. he started to scold me for crying. and then he said ‘if you go out in the future and get a job are you going to cry like this too when ur boss scolds you? or are you acting like this because i’m family and you think its okay?’ as if. i have never had a job. as if i have never had to deal with a boss. bro i swear to fucking god. i am dead to most things now because of him. he can’t do shit. but. in the moment i found this so ridiculous and just SO fucking stupid that i left. i had had enough. i started laughing and i walked out and went to grab my bag so i could go. i didn’t. get very far obviously. and when my dad started threatening me i genuinely thought i was going to die. he was so angry and deranged that i thought he was going to murder me. my heart was going just. so so so fast. even tho i was just standing there. and i told him he was terrifying me (to which he said “GOOD”) and i just NEEDED to get out of this situation and get some space (to which he said “NO” repeatedly). he refused to admit that he would use actual violence to prevent me from leaving the house. he told me he would NEVER let me leave. which was fucking ridiculous. i stay at his house. 2 days out of the fucking week. he literally shoved me backwards so hard when i was trying to leave and he wanted to stop me. he also refused to admit that he used violence or was planning to use violence. i tried to point out this flaw in his logic to him. i said ur going to hurt me. he said no. i said ok then if ur not going to hurt me then let me walk past you and leave the house. he also said no again. and then our cousins rang the door at some point. so then he started to come to his senses. he was like. ‘the reason i don’t want to let you leave is because i’m afraid you’ll hurt yourself.’ which was so fucking stupid. i have NEVER threatened to hurt myself in front of him. i have never shared ANY thoughts of self harm in front of him. he’s the one who would get into massive fights w his dad and threaten to jump out of the window in anger (and i don’t even mean when he was younger. he would fight with his 93 year old dad. fucking stupid bitch). i made this clear to him that i was never ever planning on hurting myself. and then he said fine and let me leave. meaning i had to answer the door to my cousins in tears while he got to walk back to his room and lock himself in
he also. at some point during this argument, told me there would be consequences to me leaving. i guess i know those consequences now lmao. and like. i went home to my moms house. my cousins walked me there. i still haven’t told them. idk if my dad told them. my dad texted me to gaslight me. said that when he said he was going to put me in a mental hospital he meant it as a friendly suggestion because of ‘the state i was in’. and that it ‘wasn’t meant as a threat’ and like. oof. healthy suggestions aren’t meant to be yelled. anyway. i might be texting him. just to inform him about developments and to like. i guess set boundaries maybe. idk. i can’t carry on like this. i hate him and am terrified of him but. cutting him out of my life is basically inviting ostracism from his side of the family. and it’s putting so much stress on me. so. lol
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baby love
Ehhh, this one’s iffy but I posted it anyway so enjoy! This was inspired by an episode of ‘this is us’ and I couldn’t help but write about it. Was wondering if i should put my writing under ‘read more’ cut, I got an ask about it from my first writing but I never got to it? Anyway, this is a lil rough but she’s alright.
the one where Y/N’s pregnant and it’s Harry’s birthday
Word count: 1.5k
fluff, fluff, fluff
Y/N’s pregnant. Heavily pregnant.
Five, six months — she doesn’t even know, forgetting how long this baby has been growing inside of her. All she knows is that the baby is growing and it’s growing quickly. It meant she couldn’t fit inside her clothes she usually wore, her head has been hurting like crazy and her emotions were scattered all over the place.
And she’s been sleeping a lot. It was her pregnancy brain and the fact that sleeping would be an excuse for her to not do anything that would require any physical activity. Although Harry would protest at times, he learnt to leave her alone to doze off and he would spend his mornings talking to Y/N’s stomach.
“Baby…” Harry whispered against her neck as she groaned, her hand covering her face.
It was safe to say that Y/N was not in the mood today. All she wanted to do was sleep and stay in the comfy duvets of their bed. But it seemed like Harry had other plans and she wasn’t amused.
“Harry, no.”
Harry pouted, his pride a little down so he decided to go to the next option. The baby.
Harry loves his baby. His baby. He couldn't believe that he can even say that he’s a father. He’s in absolute awe at the fact that the love of his life can give him a baby. And he knows the baby girl in his love’s stomach is already perfect, being the perfect mixture of Y/N and him. Oh, his baby love had all of Harry’s heart and seeing Y/N grow everyday made his heart warm. He never minded waking up in the middle of the night to help his wife go to the loo or dealing with her mood swings where she would be bawling her eyes out then laughing in seconds.
“Think your mummy’s a lil’ grumpy this mornin’,” he mumbled his body shifted so his face met her stomach although it was facing the other way.
It was then that Harry heard a groan from above. “Harry, I swear to god, If you don’t leave me alone to sleep, I’ll make sure you aren’t getting anymore children out of me.” Harry frowned, his body getting out of bed as Y/N adjusted her blanket, snuggling it up against her face.
It was almost two in the afternoon. She’s usually awake at this time, even if she was feeling her laziest. It was his phone ringing that made him walk out of his room, leaving his sleeping wife in deep slumbers.
“Happy birthday my baby!” Harry smiled, hearing the sound of his mother’s voice through the phone.
“Thank you,” he replied, taking a seat on the couch. It was his birthday and he received messages and phone calls from all his loved ones. But he was still waiting for his own love and it didn’t seem like it was coming soon, or anytime at all.
“So are you coming over soon?”
It was a tradition to do so. Both Harry and Y/N felt equally at home at his mother’s house and there was no arguing that spending special occasions over there was a must. It was a place that Anne raised her children, where all their memories were stored and soon enough, Harry’s child will be able to create her own childhood where Harry grew up. And Anne would make the best dinners and their small family would spend all day hanging out whether it would be a barbecue or the dusting board games that were taken out when everyone was over.
“Yeah, but the missus won’t be joining.” A small gasp was heard on the other side and presumably, Anne thought the worst.
“Did you two fight? Harry you know she’s heavily pregnant, have you—“
“No. She jus’ wants to sleep, she didn’t remember my birthday.” It hurt Harry more than expected when it was said aloud that his lovie forgot his own birthday. Sure she was pregnant and all but was he that unimportant that she forgot?
“Oh, Harry,” Anne cooed, realising that her son was hurt about this event. “She’s pregnant, when I was pregnant, I would forget everything. Don’t feel bad, honey.”
Harry pursed his lips, trying to think the best of the situation but it was hard since the most important person he wanted to hear ‘happy birthday’ from gave him an unkind threat instead. But his mother’s words were enough for him to leave the house and drive over to where his sister and mum waited to surprise the birthday boy. And he smiled, he smiled as they placed a ‘birthday boy’ hat on him and he smiled when they gave him their gifts and when he won monopoly. He felt like home but there was still something missing.
Y/N woke up alone and her head was aching. She stared down at her stomach, giving it a small caress before stretching her arm to obtain the phone that laid on her nightstand. Her eyebrows furrowed at all the notifications from twitter and the fact that the time was five in the afternoon. And her heart dropped. It felt like it dropped down to the baby inside of her because her husband was trending on twitter. Trending with everyone greeting him happy birthday. Shit.
Y/N slowly got up as best as she could, mumbling profanities under her breath. “Baby, mummy messed up,” she whispered to her stomach, panicking at what to do since, to be honest, she had nothing planned. What a shitty wife, she thought, her eyes pricking with tears as her helpless body plopped onto the couch.
“It’s okay, we’ll be okay,” she tried reassuring herself in attempt to make her less stressed as she got up and waddled towards the kitchen. She was gonna make a cake. She knew the basics and it was the best thing she could do right now. She had learnt how to bake a cake from Harry early on their relationship when he claimed to be a baker but got the piss when he barely knew, considering the fact that he was a cashier. Then, she baked a small cake on the day that her pregnancy was announced to him where they ate in bed after the news. She told herself and their baby love that she was gonna survive this messy dilemma she put herself in and bake the best cake she can.
It was the front door opening that distracted her from frosting the cake, her head immediately turning to see her husband walking in, a small smile on his face and she couldn’t help but melt a little.
“Oh, Harry,” she announced, walking over to her husband’s welcoming arms as he engulfed her into a hug. “I’m so sorry baby. God, I’m so stupid.”
Her mood got the best of her as tears eventually returned as Harry massaged circles on her back, trying to comfort his pregnant wife. Y/N’s face nuzzled into his, a space between their bodies because of her bump but they somehow managed and Harry pulled away, frowning at his love’s sadden expression.
“It’s okay lovie.” He wiped away her tears with his thumb as she shook her head.
“No, it’s your birthday. Can’t believe I forgot and… and I was so mean to you today.” And to say her crying couldn’t get worse — it did. The realisation that she was so mean made her fall into more tears and they seemed uncontrollable.
“Shh, baby,” Harry soothed, caressing her hair as she tried to calm herself. She always tried doing that with Harry being there to hold her hand and guide her breathing. Her hands tried wiping her tears as she started rambling on about how sorry she is.
“Don’t you worry 'bout it. I love you so much, ’s okay.” He kissed her face repeatedly until a small giggle released from her mouth. “There it is, missed that gorgeous smile.” Y/N looked up, her eyes clearing up as she watched Harry move his kisses to her hands. “Now, ’s that cake I smell?”
She nodded, a hopeful smile on her face before leading her husband towards the kitchen, presenting her half frosted cake. “Isn’t this sweet, huh baby love?” He talked to her bump, palming her stomach as Y/N watched Harry use his finger to take a lick from the frosting.
“I’m sorry for today, happy birthday. We love you so much.”
Harry smiled at his wife, placing a small kiss to her head. “Thank you baby. Let’s take this cake back to mum’s house? Dinner should be ready.” He took another lick of frosting, placing it in between his lips.
“God, your mum!” She shrieked, realising she forgot the tradition before Harry shushed her, reassuring her it was okay. Y/N nodded as Harry scooped another piece of frosting and smothered it on Y/N’s nose to which she giggled.
“I love my two girls more than anything,” he proclaimed, looking down at her bump where a small kick was felt between the parents.
“Looks like she loves you too."
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When Jughead was younger, he liked the way the sun shined through the trailer window in the early hours of the day, in the bedroom. He liked the lazy haze of a Saturday morning in bed before having to face whatever storm awaited him outside the door. Wether it was his dad, passed out on the couch or when he was younger, his parents fighting, his sister crying. But the peace of those minutes was enough. The minutes before the beginning of a new day. When he could actually stop. It wasn’t nighttime where his sister had nightmares or when his dad could stumble into the trailer, wasted.
Jughead liked mornings. Those moments alone were enough.
It became something else when he spends them with her. The first time she sleeps over and he wakes to her breath on his neck, he revels in the sunlight that slips through the blinds and the warmth of her skin on his.
The sunlight hitting a streak of her blonde hair. When she wakes, lighting up her green eyes that seem to have encapsulated his soul. He loves the sun, because it warms his heart just as much as she does.
“Morning.” She mumbles. “You’re staring.” She grins.
“I can’t help it. My girlfriend is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.”
She laughs softly as one does on quiet mornings, easy and free, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Cheeseball.” And then she cuddles back against him, sighing softly. “I like waking up to you.” She confesses.
They’re teenagers, he knows, but in the back of his mind he thinks he wants to wake up to her every day for the rest of his life.
•
For however much he loves mornings, he discovers that with her, he falls in love with sunsets. It’s the first time they go on a trip to somewhere with a beach. They’d pooled their money together and on the last summer before college, when High School is over, before inevitably they’d be separated by distance, they go away together.
And he loves sunsets.
He loves to sit by her side, when the sun starts going down and she’s happy. Sun kissed, green eyes popping out, in silence with him. He savors every moment because he knows that in a few months there will be less of this and more of FaceTime calls and exams and he’ll probably go a little crazy without her anchoring him down.
At least, when he sees a sunset, he’ll think of her.
“I’m gonna miss you.” She murmurs, eyes focused ahead at the orange sky.
“Betts...” He breathes out.
“I know we agreed not to say anything but I...I love you and I’m going to miss you. We can leave it at that.” He places his fingers on her chin so he can turn her head to face him.
“I love you more than anything in the world. We’re going to get through this. Together, okay? Partners in life, remember?” His voice is gentle, the waves hit the shore and he knows she loves him just as much as he loves her. She nods, despite the tears and he places a sweet kiss to her lips. “I actually have something for you. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the trip but I think how’s the time.” He reaches for his backpack, she watches him curiously as a nervous bout curses through him. When he turns to face her again, there’s a crown shaped ring in his hand. “This is a promise ring. I bought when I went to Stonewall.”
“Oh, Jug.” She gasps softly.
“I want you to wear it and whenever you miss me, I want you to look at it. A little piece of me to carry with you. A promise that no matter what, I’ll always come back to you.” He takes her hand and places the ring on her ring finger. “It’s not too pretentious that it’s a crown, right?” He laughs softly.
She shakes her head. “No. It’s not. It’s you, Juggie.” She smiles, hand caressing his cheek. “It’s perfect. This is perfect.” Leaning closer, she places her lips on his in a slow kiss. “Hey, how about we go back to our room?”
He can only grin, as they quickly pack their things up.
•
The weather is looking a bit like his mood. It’s cold, windy and dark and he wants spring to come so he can feel a little lighter at least.
He likes college enough. He writes most of the time and he’s gotten better and the seminars are interesting. He meets people who are actually interested in the same things he is and he has interesting conversations. But the best part of his day is getting to his dorm room so he can talk to her.
It’s hard. Long distance is hard. Trying to find the time to talk to her when they live in different time zones is insane. And sometimes he’s cranky or she’s cranky and they have stupid fights. Sometimes she doesn’t answer texts and sometimes he can’t take her call. And it sucks. He wishes he could put it more eloquently but it just sucks. It’s been two years of this and although he takes every moment he can get to be with her, it still breaks his heart every time they have to go. Only one year more and they can figure out what to do. The decision had been basically made. They’d have to be together again because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take being apart from her for most of the year.
“Jug?”
Her voice is small on the other side of the line. But he notices the slight waver in it. His heart clenches.
“Hi, Betts.” He murmurs, leaning back against the headboard of his bed.
“Juggie, I’m so sorry.”
His heart drops. “What happened?”
“I can’t come down next weekend.” She’s crying, he can tell. It makes everything worse. “I have work. My boss just put me on the weekend shifts when I asked him not to and I’ve got an assignment due that Monday-“
“It’s our anniversary, Betty.” He really doesn’t mean to make her feel even worse but he’s feeling like absolute crap.
“I know. I know that.” She sobs through the phone. “Shit, Jug. You have no idea how terrible I feel but I...”
He sighs. “It’s okay.” He mumbles. “It’s okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
When he looks towards the window, there’s a storm outside.
•
Their first apartment in New York City has nice light. It’s the first thing that actually makes them want to buy it. The light. When they check out other places, Betty always says that there aren’t enough windows. The apartment they buy with Jughead’s advance from his book has.
He goes back to having mornings with her and the notion that it’s their home makes it all even sweeter. It wasn’t as though this was the first time they lived together, they’d pretty much lived together most of their senior year but this is theirs, not their parents. On weekends, there’s no obligation for breakfast at ten, like Alice preferred. On weekends, they laze around until they decide they’re hungry for food and not each other. Sometimes that only happens at lunch. And Jughead loves everything about it.
On a spring morning, after a year of living in their apartment, he gets the new ring out of his sock drawer and makes her breakfast while she sleeps, his heart beating a little too hard in his chest.
“Hey, you.” Her voice awakens him from practicing his speech in her head, admiring the ring he’s holding between his fingers. He gets startled and drops the ring in the sink.
“No! Shit! No, no!” He watches it goes down the drain, burning through what he believes is every curse in the book. “Oh my god!”
“What happened?” She questions, worried, running into the kitchen as he stares down the sink.
“The- oh fuck! Oh my god!”
“Juggie, Jug, what’s going on?” She takes his face in her hands. “Jug!”
He feels defeated. Why the hell would he hold an engagement ring above a sink? Of course this would happen to him when he’s trying to propose to the girl he loves. Of course.
“Fuck me, Betts!” He groans.
“What? You’re scaring me?”
“The ring.”
Her brows furrow. “The what?”
Well fuck it, now you’ve said it. “Betty, I...this is so wrong. I wanted to do this right, I swear, okay? But you scared me and I dropped it and now it’s all wrong.” He sighs.
“Dropped what?” She questions.
“The ring.” He breathes out, finally looking into her eyes. “I was proposing and I dropped the ring in the sink.” He confesses.
Her widen widen for a second and then she smiles. “You’re not proposing anymore?”
“Well, I don’t exactly have a ring.” He sighs.
“Do you see me concerned?” She grins and then she slips the silver crown ring out of her finger where it had been for four years and hands it to him. “Do it.”
He laughs. Of course.
Betty Cooper.
The sunlight in the kitchen looks nice when she says yes.
But when they get married, the next year, he’ll say the sunlight looks magical as he kisses his wife for the first time. The pictures match his description.
•
Their daughter likes the winter and hates summer. The heat makes her get cranky and her eyes squint in the sunlight and she’s not really up for beach trips, getting bored easily. She likes the winter because that’s when Santa comes and her birthday. It’s when she gets to go outside in the snow, building snowmen with her cousins in Riverdale, where they usually spend the holidays.
Either way, despite his obvious preference for sunny days, he can agree that his daughter makes even the rainiest days feel like springtime.
It’s a cold day outside, the three of them plus the dog are cuddled up on the couch watching a Disney movie. Mia has a tendency to comment on every single thing she finds interesting, offering commentary Jughead wouldn’t change for the world.
Betty’s cuddled up on one side, Mia’s on the other and he’s sandwiched between the two loves of his life without a care in the world. When Mia’s commentary starts dying out and her body feels heavier, he can tells she’s fallen asleep.
“She’s out.” Betty murmurs, a hand on her daughter’s back. “She never gets to the end of this movie.” She chuckles.
“She takes after you. Power naps are her thing.” Jughead jokes. “Hey, it’s snowing.”
Betty turns to look towards the window and smiles. “Mia’s right. Winter is nice.”
He’ll still stick to his guns on that front. He likes both their eyes better in the sunlight. At least, their second daughter is born in the spring and she agrees with him.
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We Move Lightly - 12
Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader
Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.
Warnings: no warnings; I guess we’re all used to a little swearing, right? But there are mentions of a possible boner.
Word count: 3,693.
A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio! It’s a different content and I hope you enjoy the chapter! Also, the second half, which I wrote a long time ago, I did it thinking of @akamaiden and the day she said to me how much she likes Amy. I hope you like her special too, Mari. <3
Ivar was remembering the last day with Y/N, him in top of her, the way she giggled and moved under him, her fingers tucked under his loose long hair, her sighs through every kiss. That was enough to give him a boner, and the thought of that was overwhelming.
That was a delicate subject for Ivar, and he struggled with agony like a man in a battle who wouldn’t reach Valhalla and suddenly realized it.
If he could name one insecurity, that was it. Not the lack of inexperience, but the lack of actually being able to do that. He had some shitty bad experiences in high school and those things still haunted him sometimes in the present days. It was something he thought he could never tell her. Because of it he thought, so many times, to end it. To just stop going around her like an idiot and give some shitty excuse, because that’s what guys did, right? It was what Sigurd and Hvitserk did all the time.
But Ivar didn’t want to be that type of guy and especially towards her. She didn’t deserve that kind of behavior, but she also didn’t deserve a guy who couldn’t do that.
It was during these thoughts that Ivar always got attached to what his mother always said to him: “you deserve a chance, too, Ivar. And no, that is not selfish.”
But how could it not be selfish? His mother always said that, but before Y/N’s appearance into his life.
As a teenager Ivar felt that it was somewhat ridiculous and childish to be so close to his mother, but those feelings were just a phase - which didn’t prevent him to be even closer to Aslaug; he just never showed it outside his home. Nothing could ever break the bond between him and his mother.
Aslaug, almost losing her baby at birth and almost dying as well, had a protection feeling towards Ivar that her other sons, growing up, envied the given attention. Now, all of them grown up, they didn’t care about it much anymore - they understood.
Not that Ivar could say the very same about Sigurd, but who cares?, Sigurd’s a prick who still seeks for attention.
Basically, Ivar was in a relationship with Y/N and he still didn’t know how to feel about it. He was so freaking afraid. Afraid of disappointing her, afraid of him disappointing himself.
But last night… Last night was a good sign, right? Maybe it was a thing just in his head. And what if she is the one?
“The one…” Ivar said lowly, smiling a bit afterwards.
He couldn’t say what she had that made him like her so much.
It was just those fragments of seconds in that night in his house, when he encountered her at the stairs. That was enough - it was like she was made out of a dream. After this first shock, her naivete stamped on her face was what caught his attention. He also sensed some “anti-Lothbroks” in her, which he found it was pretty funny - and adorable.
Not wanting to brag himself or whatever shit, but he wasn’t like his brothers - naming Hvitserk and Sigurd -, and he wanted to show her that. Not to win her, but just to show. Because suddenly, he cared. She seemed to be such an amazing girl and he wanted like crazy to get to know her.
And she obviously didn’t like his family.
But now? Her best friend was hanging out with Ubbe and Hvitserk - yes, of course he knew it - and Y/N even came to his brothers’s birthday commemoration.
If she thought Ivar was like them, then she would’ve never agreed to go out with him and they would’ve never had those moments together. They wouldn’t be where they are at the moment.
So now he had two good points.
If that didn’t proved that she liked him indeed, then what would?
Plus, there was the canvas.
Yes. The canvas.
Ivar sighed.
“Am I some lucky bastard?”
“STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF, YOU IDIOT!” Hvitserk roared from his room, next to Ivar’s, slamming the wall. Seconds later, Ivar’s door opened. “Look: Amy is great, I like her, but I just can’t stand her anymore talking about Y/N and her love for you. I don’t know what that girl saw in you, but she does like you, you fucking twat, so stop with that emo vibe. She likes you, you like her - all for real -, this should be enough.”
“I can see what made Amy be with Ubbe, but with you it’s something that still troubles me.”
“If it troubles you than it means you think about it, which means you’re a weirdo.”
Ivar smiled at his brother, his shoulder supporting himself at the door frame.
“Stupidities apart, I mean it,” Hvitserk says. “I know how you’re feeling about all that, Ivar. I was there too, with you. I know you’re probably…” Hvitserk shook his head, afraid of saying the wrong thing to Ivar. “Afraid, I don’t know. But Y/N is Y/N, she’s an amazing sweet girl, good-hearted soul. If,” Hvitserk stopped, afraid to continue.
“Go on,” Ivar said harshly.
“If what you are afraid of happening, really happens, I have doubts that she’ll even care. And if this matters to her, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be mean. It’s just not her personality, Ivar,” Ivar clenched his jaws. He understood Hvit, but the thought of it was painful. “I’m sure none of it will matter, bro. You deserve a chance. You deserve to be happy, damn it.”
“What if…”
“Enough of what if. If what if, she wouldn’t have a broken heart. Maybe only if you end up things”
“But I would have a broken heart.”
“You think you would. You wouldn’t,” Hvitserk sighed. “Enough of it already, Ivar; everything will be fine. Now, man to man,” Hvit stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed Ivar’s chair and sat at the end of his bed. “Did you ever… you know…” Hvitserk gestured towards his own dick. Ivar thought to play it a little hard.
“Come on Hvit, that should be fun,” he said in a mocking tone. “What is it?”
“I know you know what I mean,” Hvitserk pointed a finger at Ivar.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Ivar raised his shoulders. “I’m just a cripple who couldn’t get laid after his legs got fucked up.”
“Come on Ivar, that’s just mean.”
“I don’t think so. You guys say it all the time.”
“I don’t. Sigurd is the one who does. Stop joking around, you little prick. With her, did you ever felt… you know, a thing down there?” Ivar raised an eyebrow at Hvitserk. “Gods, did you two ever get to a point where you could feel it?” Ivar laughed.
“I think so,” he passed one hand through his hair.
“You think so?”
“Every time I touched her I always felt a little excited.”
“You’re just a perv, then.”
“Shut up, not that way,” Ivar threw a pillow at him. “I always felt like my nerves were throwing a damn rave, and when I kissed her the first time it was like the party exploded and I was in combustion.”
“That’s… one way to put it.”
“I’m not a damn poet, Hvitserk.”
“You sure read a lot,” Hvit looked at Ivar’s bookshelf. One book was missing.
“Yeah, horror.”
“No wonder you described it as being in combustion.”
“Every time I kiss her is like the first time, Hvit,” Ivar continued, ignoring Hvit’s comments. “Yesterday she came in, and we were on the bed…”
“Did you made out?”
“Yes, Hvitserk. We were kissing.”
“Did you touched her?”
“Meaning…?’
“Did you touch her?”
“It was not an intimate touch, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Okay,” Hvitserk had in his face an air of someone who was professional in the subject.
“I was on top of her…”
“A good leg day… Go get her, tiger!”
“Hvitserk I fucking swear to all the Gods I’ll kill you if you keep interrupting me to act like a teen boy,” silence. “Thank you. It wasn’t a big deal, I was just in top of her, and we were kissing, her fingers were tucked in my hair, her thighs clenched against each other as mine were in each side of her body, her sighs…”
“There’s your poet side,” Ivar gave Hvitserk a deadly look. “Got the message,” he raised his hands.
“It just came, man. It’s not something I’m used to, but I knew what it was and what it meant.”
“You got a boner.”
“I got a boner.”
“Were you afraid she could knew it?”
“She definitely couldn’t see it, and I don’t think she felt it. Plus…”
“Oh, there’s a plus.”
“There’s a plus. Mom knocked on the door and I kinda lost my balance…”
“You fell, didn’t you?” Ivar nodded. Hvitserk laughed. “I’m pretty sure mama’s knock made your boner disappear like that,” Hvitserk snapped his fingers.
“I got fucking nervous, man. But I kinda hurt my leg and Y/N kissed my knee. She was so sweet, and I could never imagine all her sweetness would get me like that.”
“Two boners, then?”
“Yep.”
“So what are you afraid of?” Hvitserk, plain like that.
“Kinda direct, huh? I don’t know. What if the time comes and I can’t do it?”
“There,” Hvitserk started shaking a finger at Ivar. “There it is the what if again. You can be nervous, but I don’t think your dick isn’t going to work. You just… need to relax. Don’t rush, so you won’t be so nervous.”
“Yeah… Thanks, Hvit.”
“Come on, man. I’m glad you talked to me about it.”
“Because you’re the professional, right,” Ivar rolled his eyes.
“Hey, you’re the one who’s saying it,” Hvitserk slapped Ivar’s foot. “By the way we’re throwing a barbecue in two days, I’m inviting Amy,” Ivar raised a questionable eyebrow. “Just invite Y/N. You guys look cute together. I guess you’re getting pretty close, huh?”
Ivar looked at his window where he could see her room. She was in front of her mirror, tilting her head. Then, she looked at her window, but couldn’t see Ivar on his bed. She looked back at the mirror and started moving it. Ivar laughed. So that was what went through her mind when she looked over his window yesterday, when she got all jumpy.
“I can say so, yes.”
“Text her,” Hvitserk said before leaving. And so Ivar did it.
Barbecue this week? How do you feel about it?
Her response was immediate. Ivar looked at the window, but he couldn’t see her. I feel like your family is stuffing me with food. But...
But…?
But we already have your brothers’s parties. The ones that they’re still probably fighting about, she said we. She included herself and Ivar as together. As a couple. I’m definitely not used to it, he thought gently.
What if I say I managed us to skip both Hvitserk’s and Sigurd’s birthday parties this weekend?
You did it?
I did it.
Thanks god, Ivar laughed at her reaction. Okay, then. I’m in. The barbecue, I mean. Should I text Amy about it?
I don’t think so, Hvitserk said he’ll do it.
Oh… Hvitserk. So you know.
Yeah, I think everybody knows except for Ubbe.
Poor Ubbe…
He’ll live.
Just like Amy said. She thinks he’s still in love with his ex, and Amy was probably right. Ivar knew his brother.
But hey, if anything goes sideways I’ll rescue you and we escape with my carriage, Ivar quickly changed the subject.
Sideways? Why would things go sideways?
It's my family’s barbecue. Something can always go sideways, Y/N laughed.
Well, I guess that’s always a possibility. By the way, your book is in good hands!
I trust you, last night before Y/N leave he lent her one of his books. He had no idea why he did it, all he knew is that he wanted her to get to know him a little more. Piece by piece.
Always a honor, Ivar Lothbrok. xx
Ivar smiled at the double x. He felt pretty much like an idiot in love.
[How Margrethe got back with Ubbe - an Amy special]
“You’re… you’re Ubbe’s ex…” Amy realizes.
Amy was visiting Y/N, as always - and, as always, they would drop a barbecue. Nothing was out of place, except for the blonde girl that Amy had never seen before. She came with Hvitserk and she saw the way the blondie was looking at Ubbe.
“Yeah,” Margrethe confirms, completely embarrassed and uncomfortable. She had no idea of what to expect, but definitely not that. She didn’t know where to look, and that’s why she kept staring at the floor and her own feet.
“Name’s Amy,” Amy gave Margrethe her hand to shake, showing excitement, because, well, that’s Amy.
“I know,” Margrethe let out in a whisper while shaking Amy’s hand. “Hvitserk told me.”
“Hvitserk, huh?” Amy said with a malicious smile. “So you two…?” She let the rest of the sentence in the air.
“Oh, no,” Margrethe looked around and started to walk. Amy got the hint and followed her. “Me and Hvitserk were a… just an one time thing, not so long after my breakup with Ubbe, but Hvitserk isn’t the one.”
“Ubbe is,” Amy finished for Margrethe, who nodded. She was finally realizing the whole situation.
“But now me and Hvitserk became good friends, he understands me.”
“Margrethe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I met Ubbe because of Ivar, and no one told me a thing at the time…”
“It’s okay, really. This will pass. Life goes on,” Margrethe smiled without happiness. She wasn’t blaming Amy for anything, she was blaming herself for letting Ubbe go. Her heart was shattered.
“But you care about him, I can see that,” Amy said. “I happen to have great eyes to see,” she said silly, getting a smile from Margrethe. “I want you to know,” Amy started, and Margrethe looked at her eyes, hopefully. She couldn’t help herself. “That I have no intentions with Ubbe,” Margrethe blinked blankly at Amy.
“What do you mean?”
“Ubbe is just this fun thing, you know? I see him only when I come here and he doesn’t even have my number - I like to play it like that,” Amy could see the hope in Margrethe’s eyes. “You shouldn’t let that man go.”
“Already did.”
“It’s not too late, and I will not be in the middle of a potential relationship,” Amy said determined.
“Don’t talk with Ubbe, please! It will make him mad!” Margrethe begged.
“But honey, I’m a cupid. I was born to bring couples together,” Amy said in her Amy-way.
“You don’t know how it ended…” Margrethe said sitting on a chair and Amy did the same. “I started being jealous of Ubbe, of the girls who talked with him, I thought that maybe he could leave me for them, because I wasn’t good enough.”
“And why on the Earth would you think that?”
“Because…” Margrethe gestured vaguely to the yard. “Do you see all of this? They have money, a lot of money. They were born in a wealthy family, nothing ever lacking. But me,” she pointed at herself and got closer to Amy. “I’m not wealthy. I’m not poor either, but compared to them? Sometimes I feel ashamed…” Amy understood her. When Amy got kicked out of her house to take care of her own, she felt ashamed about telling that to her best friend. Because Y/N would never be kicked out of her house, because her parents loved her, different than Amy’s folks.
“But you shouldn’t feel like that,” Amy said to Margrethe, thinking about the time when she told Y/N what happened and how she freaked out because she didn’t know anything. “That’s who you are, and the amount or lack of money doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t. What means is what you do with it. It’s what you do with your money that matters. That will tell what kind of person you are. I don’t know your position in this, but I know one thing: you should never let a man be above you because of money,” Margrethe was staring Amy in the eyes, taking in everything.
“I… yeah, you’re right, but I couldn’t help…”
“Of course, I understand.”
“And all those girls were from college, they have money as well. Sometimes when he hanged out with his friends I wanted to go together, I wanted to be seen with him, as a couple, but sometimes he would say ‘it’s a men night-out’ and I would argue, gosh…” Margrethe covered her face. “I was such a jerk. I didn’t understand anything. He never complained when I had a women night-out and he never complained when I talked to other men, but I… I’m ridiculous.”
“Margrethe, you’re not ridiculous. You just didn’t know how to control yourself.”
“I see all of my mistakes and I live with them, knowing that I won’t have another chance.”
“Hey, who said that?” Margrethe looked at Amy. “No one, right? But I’m telling you this: Ubbe’s fond of you, I can see it. I can see it and it has never bothered me. Ubbe may think that he likes me but, in the end, the one who he really wants is you, Margrethe.”
Margrethe smiled and sniffed.
“Well, Hvitserk’s fond of you too, actually,” Amy laughed.
“I know.”
“No, I mean it. When he first saw you, the first thing he did was call me to talk about you. He took some time to tell me that you’re hitting Ubbe, but I kinda figured that out earlier. And I know Hvitserk, he might have a wandering dick, but he’s so down for you,” Amy laughed out loud, catching some attention at the two of them.
“Well, my pussy is kinda of a wanderer too,” Margrethe laughed. Amy took a deep breath. “Can I talk with Ubbe?” Margrethe bit her lips and looked at the grass. She nodded once. “‘Kay! Sweet!”
Amy got up in a little jump and started looking for Ubbe. He was sitting at the back of the backyard, drinking and laughing with some friends of his. Amy got closer and the guys realized her, as well as Ubbe.
“My woman!” he greeted her with open arms. “C’mere, let’s sit and drink!”
“Actually,” she held his hand. “I need to talk with you, privately,” she looked at the other men, asking gently, and all of them left. Amy sat.
“What is it?” Ubbe asked, quite curious and worried.
“I don’t know how to tell you this all of a sudden,” she sighed. “But… we can’t see each other anymore, Ubbe,” Ubbe froze. “It’s not you, but it’s not me neither. It’s just… a situation that I got tangled in the middle.”
“I’m not following.”
“I want you to reopen your eyes and see someone in this place,” Amy said while holding Ubbe’s hand. He liked Amy - a lot. But he never felt consistency coming from her.
He starts looking around and sees Margrethe.
“She asked you this, right?” Ubbe said angrily.
“No, she didn’t; I wanted to.”
“Why?”
“Why?” she repeated. “We’re in this game for so long and you ask me ‘why’? It even looks like you don’t know me at all,” Amy starts to think. In that “so long”, she and Ubbe had met what, seven times? With more sex than talk? “You really don’t know me,” she whispers more to herself than to Ubbe. He was staring Amy, not following her logic, completely lost. “I’m a fucking cupid, Ubbe, and that woman over there,” she discreetly pointed her head at Margrethe. “Committed mistakes, but she loves you and is willing to change and give it one more shot.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Goddamnit, man!” Amy snapped at him. “She sees her mistakes, she blames herself, she misses you and she loves you. She wants you. Isn’t it enough?”
Ubbe looks at Margrethe, than at Amy. She’s right. He and Margrethe were much younger, and now they were adults. Something had to change after all this time, but not his love for her, and apparently not her love for him.
Amy watched Ubbe as he took Margrethe in, how his expression was changing, how his eyes were changing. He was realizing Margrethe, all over again. He was remembering the good times - and the bad ones too, but the good overcame the bad.
He sighed and took a mental reminder: he wasn’t feeling any consistency coming from Amy; it was just sex. Why would he try to keep her for a future if it was only sex for her? Plus, he knew how Hvit was flirting with her and how she looked at him, he wasn’t blind. He knew there were something in there, and as Amy was in the middle of him and Margrethe, so was him in the middle of Amy and Hvitserk.
A second chance for his first love? Yeah, that didn’t sound so bad. A second chance to a future where it held a family? That didn’t sound so bad either.
Ubbe nodded only once.
Amy smiled, made a little party, kissed him on the cheek and went for Margrethe, giving her encouragement eyes.
She watched from the distance as Margrethe and Ubbe talked. Hvitserk came to her side.
“So,” he started, way too close to her. “I heard you’re a cupid and brought the old couple back together.”
“Yeah,” she said smiling.
“Margrethe couldn’t stop talking about Ubbe, it was getting exhausting.”
“Exhausting?” She asked looking at Hvitserk with hungry eyes. “I know what I’m exhausted of,” she looked back at the couple. Ubbe went forward to hug Margrethe.
“And what would that be?” Hvitserk asked, already seeing the upcoming happening.
“Not getting laid at this party,” she looked at him.
He smiled lustfully and grabbed her hand, guiding her upstairs while he took the last sip of his vodka.
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Xichengclipse - Day 5 - Archery
Okay, Jiang Cheng didn't expect to actually pass his birthday working, imagine without anyone from his family to celebrate it with him. It wasn't like that time were his students made a surprise to him. No, in that time he had just arrived in the building when one of them (one of the ones who actually cared for him) smiled and wished him a happy birthday right after giving him a small package, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel his eyes water a little. The said student was scared the shit out of her skin when she saw the professor's reaction, but hugged without fear of being shouted at.
"Thank you." Jiang Cheng smiled, sniffing a little. "It was very kind of you."
"Hey, it was a pleasure Mr. Jiang. It's not like you don't deserve it." The girl smiled, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. "You are, like, one of the only ones who seems to care." She breathed deep before opening her arms another time. "Can I ask for another hug?”
"Whenever you need it, Ms. White." He smiled as she hugged him one more time before running down the aisle as the sign went off. "That kid, I swear..." Jiang Cheng smiled, opening the door to his class. "What the actual hell?" He almost yelled, holding the door.
"Happy Birthday!" All of his class yelled, holding balloons, presents and a lot of things that exploded in millions pieces of shiny paper. "We love you!"
"What the hell?" He backed up as incoherent noises leaved the mouths of that little fuckers as his mouth fell a little open. "Shut up!"
"But we love you!" One of them screamed exploding one of that hellish things.
"Stop it!" Jiang Cheng screamed back as a kid came running and hugged him, murmuring that he loved him and was proud of him. "What the hell?"
"Why didn't you said that today was your birthday?" Another girl cried, hugging him too. "We would made something bigger."
"How the hell did you discovered it?" He asked, hugging them back instinctively.
"We asked in the secretary!" One of them smiled, holding a cake with a "Happy Birthday" candle.
"You could have asked me!" He cried as more students came to hug him. He even heard a loud "Fuck you!" as someone ran and hugged him from behind. Holy hell, if it was on his home, none of his students would make something like that. Sincerely, he didn't deserve that kids, they were too much. "I love you all so much!" He sniffed pulling the teens behind him for the front as he tried to reach for them all. They cried a little more and he could swear that more of that hellish things were exploded, already making the mess messier. But he loved that kids too much!
After that, he didn't gave any class that day, simply wanting to hear what they did in the weekend or how their day was going until the moment. He even let Ms. White blabber around about her sister's new project, something to do with shoes, paint and Studios Ghibli. Truly, it was one of his best birthdays since always, but it was a year ago and he was stuck in home, preparing class for the very next day.
"May the gods help me..." Jiang Cheng groaned, getting up for another cup of coffee. "At the least it won't take long anymore." He sighed, resting his eyes for a moment. "Just some more minutes..." He whispered, finding it harder and harder to open his eyes once again. "Already, let's go." He opened them, finding strength on the gods know what.
And finally, finally, he finished all of his work. He simply let his body relax on the chair, just breathing deep and letting his mind turn off for a moment. Even though he didn’t celebrate his anniversary with his family (or, the gods forbidden, his students again), Yanli and Wei Wuxian had in fact send him ‘good wishes’ messages and even made a videocall with him. Most of his students from that day send messages, videos of the entire family thanking Jiang Cheng for being who he was, some called him or made a videocall, but the best of everything was when Ms. White and some of of her closest friends arrived there with cake, balloons, soda and that hellish things that explode in million pieces. But that was early and, now, he just wanted to lay down and sleep for three days.
However, the universe wanted to make him suffer and rang his alarm just four hours later, warning that he still had a lot of stupid and screaming teens to teach. Gods, why did he choose that career? Why not just become a businessman like his father and brother? Why? Why? Why? He knew why, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it yet. Maybe the reason had something to do with making the new adults less scarred in their early life, maybe he didn’t want people to suffer like he did, maybe he just wanted to help people like once he needed help.
Still, it didn’t have nothing to do with archery!
“Why do I have to go, anyway?” He looked to the sea of adolescents staring at him, expectantly. “It’s Ms. Irving’s idea to go to archery, I have nothing to do with that!”
“But she’s old! And doesn’t know how to shoot an arrow!” One of the boys next to him groaned. “Besides, she can’t take care of almost sixty students. Please, Mr. Jiang, please!” He pleaded, grabbing his arm. Oh, Gods! Why me?, Jiang Cheng groaned before nodding.
“Okay, let’s go!” He sighed, turning around. “Let’s go, people. I have class to give later.” He began to walk as all of the students started to scream and howl with full force. “Shut up before I break your legs!” He screamed over the noise, leading them out of the building. Whose idea was letting sixty teens play around with bows and arrows for a class? It could be just Ms. Irving’s idea to let that happen, that old and crazy woman who didn’t knew a fucking thing about her student’s safety.
“Mr. Jiang! What a pleasure!” An old and small woman with big glasses and short colorful hair smiled to him. “I didn’t believe that this sweethearts would convince you to come with us.” Ms. Irving said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go, cute beans. Let’s go before he changes his mind.” She joked, getting on the bus. Jiang Cheng sighed following her as the youngers hopped in, smiling like mad mans.
“Uhm, Ms. Irving…” Jiang Cheng called, touching her shoulder lightly.
“Call me Adalind, sweet.” She corrected, patting his hand. “What is it?”
“Why did you ask them to call me?” Jiang Cheng whispered, looking down at his feet. “I mean, I have nothing to do with your History class, Adalind. I teach Literature.”
“Cheng, can I call you Cheng?” She asked, receiving only an affirmative nod back. “Cheng, yesterday was your birthday. This is your present, from us to you.” She smiled once more, before adding. “They said that you commented that one of the things you most missed being able to do was doing archery, so here we go.” Adaling nudged at his side before turning to speak to the driver. Really? They remembered this? Awesome!, he turned to smile at the teens talking loudly with each other. Maybe they aren’t so bad after all, he thought scrolling through his phone.
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There they were, at the archery camp, and Mr. Johnson managed to almost shot Ms. White feet twice already. Sincerely, even if they were awesome, Jiang Cheng didn’t deserve this. Not even close. Why me?, he thought by the millionth time of the day. Why it has to be me to take care of this children?, he groaned, looking over to Ms. Irving, who were sitting and enjoying the sun. Lucky woman., he sighed, turning to the others teens who were accompanied by some instructors. At least they are okay., he yawned, seeing the only two who had a history with archery staring at him.
“What?” He adjusted his sunglasses on his face, scowling at them.
“Why there is a man staring at you?” The boy asked, looking over his shoulder as the girl pulled the bow from his hands.
“We’re going to discover pretty soon.” She said as Jiang Cheng turned around, seeing a man in a white suit along with four children looking at them. That couldn’t be him, he said he was going to be in French this week., he narrowed his eyes trying to decide if it was in fact his husband and his ducklings. Fuck!, he thought, spinning around to stop his students.
“Amelia, wait!” He called out, as she let the arrow go. “Shit!” He looked over to Huan, who pulled Lan Yuan next to him as the arrow stopped were the boy’s feet were. “I know him! It’s my husband!” Jiang Cheng turned to her, pulling the bow from her hands. “And you can’t shoot arrows at people like that!” He warned, turning to look at Lan Huan who was laughing out loud. What the hell is he laughing about?, he thought, furrowing his eyebrows at the approaching man.
"You are married, sir?" Mr. Johnson asked, mouth feeling open with surprise. "Actually married? Fucking Christ!"
"A-Cheng!" Lan Huan smiled to him, Lan Jingyi in his arms while Jin Ling, Lan Yuan and Ouyang Zizhen were around him, the arrow in Yuan's hands. "Hello!" He smiled to the teens behind him.
"Willow, Mr. Jiang is married!" Amelia screamed to a redhead. "And he have four boys! Four!" She raised four fingers, shaking them vigorously. "Look!" She pointed at them as sixty kids turned to look too, eyes wide.
"Oh, fucking shit!" Jiang Cheng groaned, hiding his face on Huan's shoulders. "Go back to your bows, kids! Now!"
"You are married?!" Willow screamed, pushing her instructor aside. "And you have kids? Four above it all?" She yelled, waving her arms around. "Why would you betray me like that?" She cried, hugging herself.
"Excuse me?!" Jiang Cheng looked back at her as Amelia said:
"Excuse you?" And the only thing Huan seemed like doing was laugh and make things even worse.
"I'm married to Lan Huan for almost four years now! And just one of this kids are mine!" He groaned as Lan Huan put Lan Jingyi down. "Hello, pumpkin." He smiled to his son, who came hug him.
"Yes, sweets, I'm his idiot, forever." Lan Huan smiled, sickeningly sweet, as lifting the hand with the wedding ring. "So, no more love letters, okay, Willow dear?" He added, making the teens laugh.
"Huan, they are kids." The professor snapped, hitting his husband on the shoulder. "Besides, it isn't forever. It's 'until death separate us'. Plus, you are not a total idiot, you have your moments of idiocy."
"A-Cheng is so innocent. Bold of you to assume death can save you from this relantioship." The Lan smiled as the other huffed at him. "C'mon, A-Yi, let Baba work now, okay? Go play with A-Ling, A-Yuan and A-Zhen, okay?" He pushed the kid away lightly, amused. He turned to his husband, startling himself when, out of nowhere, sixty kids were surrounding him. “Uhm? A-Cheng?”
“How can you be sure that you are, in fact, Cheng’s husband?” A old lady said, growling at him as Jiang Cheng only shrugged, unimpressed.
“He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring!” Amelia said, pointing another arrow at him.
“Guys! You are being irrational!” Another girl said, pulling Amelia’s wrist. “Lia, please! Mr. Jiang said that this, uhm, man is his husband and that they have a kid together!”
“This Lan Huan can be blackmailing Mr. Jiang…” She added slowly.
“Jiujiu, you promised!” Jin Ling screamed, coming running to his uncle. “Down, down!” He pulled him down, shoving a hand into his shirt. “Here!” He pulled a silver string with a gold wedding ring adorned with little details in white, light-blue and purple. Just like Lan Huan’s. “Jiujiu always forgot to put it back when he took a bath, so he put it on a string!” The boy looked proud of finding the silver string. “It was my idea.”
“Okay, okay. I’m working, you can’t be here. How did you knew I was here?” Jiang Cheng asked, lifting Jin Ling up before giving him to his husband. “And I have kids to defrost now too.”
“I followed your phone.” Lan Huan answered as Willow whined and whispered:
“You really betrayed me, Mr. Jiang!”
“He was never yours, bitch!” Amelia screamed at the redhead, realizing the arrow, which missed Lan Huan’s feet by millimeters. “Someone take this fucking thing from me…” She whispered, a little terrified.
“Go home, now. I will deal with you later.” He turned to the other three kids who were running around. “You three, come here, please!” He called, kneeling in front of them. “Give me a kiss and take Lan Huan away, I can’t deal with him right now.” The Jiang explained, kissing their heads.
“Yes, sir!” Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen said as Lan Yuan just nodded, running to pull the older man away.
“A kiss to A-Ling too.” Jin Ling said, extending his arms to his Jiujiu.
“And A-Huan too.” Lan Huan smiled as Jiang Cheng gave a kiss at the kid’s head.
“You don’t deserve it.” He glared at him, turning around. “Already, infants, back to your classes.” He scowled, crossing his arms as Lan Huan whined behind him, the kids pulling him away. If Jiang Cheng fought a grin, only him (and Ms. Irving knew).
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“So, you actually never told them you were married in this almost three years you were teaching?” Lan Huan asked, petting Jiang Cheng’s hair.
“Never occurred to me that they need to know that I had a husband and a family.” Jiang Cheng scowled, closing his eyes at the small chuckle his husband give. “Weren’t you supposed to be in French this week?”
“A-Zhan resolved it for me. We have four whole months before I have to travel again.” He answered, giving small smooches at the younger’s head.
“I don’t know if I can endure you for all this time…” He joked.
“A-Cheng!” Huan said, covering the other with his own body. “Don’t make me suffer like that.” He smiled, nipping at his husband’s neck.
“A-A-Huan, the kids…” Jiang Cheng whined, his hands darting to the other’s shoulders.
“Are sleeping, my heart.” He looked to the younger’s flushed face, eyes dark with lust. “My heart, my light, my Cheng, mine, mine, mine.” Lan Huan whispered, his mouth kissing Jiang Cheng’s chest. “So beautiful to me, so kind to me…” He grinned at the little moans and whimpers coming from the man below. “Let me show you your birthday present, my love.” Lan Huan muttered, before capturing the other’s lips, swallowing his moans. Whether or not, Jiang Cheng given in to Lan Huan’s desire only them knew.
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So, in this AU, Jiang Cheng is living in another country with Lan Xichen and Lan Jingyi. As it is a modern AU, I used only they birth names in this fic. Jiang Cheng have a good relantionship with his family but still prefer to live where he’s now (he loves his students too much, shh don’t tell anyone). This is for the @xichengclipse
#xichengclipse 2020#xicheng au#modern au#lan xichen#lan huan#jiang cheng#jiang wanyin#lan jingyi#lan sizhui#ouyang zizhen#jin ling#ocs#xicheng#lan wangji#lan zhan
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What He Lost
Dean x reader
Word count-2564
Warnings-Angst, a little fluff, character death?, mild language, implied smut
Summary- Dean thinks back on memories with the reader. Replaying what brought about the end of their relationship
A/N-Inspired by the song Call Me by Shinedown. No happy ending here today folks. Sorry not sorry lol
Another night that sleep eludes me, memories of you haunting my dreams. What I wouldn’t give to go back to that night, beg you to stay instead of driving you away. You still here with me, sitting at the library table, drinking, laughing. Your laugh, I can still hear it echoing through the bunker when I close my eyes, still see that radiant smile that could bring me to my knees. Your y/h/c tied up in a messy bun, big y/e/c eyes looking into my very soul. I can see you chewing on your bottom lip when you get nervous, the way your tongue would peek out between those pouty lips when you were in deep concentration, the way would scrunch up your nose when I said/done something stupid. Which was quite often come to think of it. Sometimes when the whiskey is flowing heavy through my veins, I still hear your voice. That is the memory that hurts the worst, I think. Not hearing my name pass your lips anymore, whether it was you scolding me, laughing at me, breathlessly whispered as I made love to you.
I shake my head like I can just erase the memories, downing the last of the whiskey in my glass. I wish I could erase you, but then again, I could not make it through another day without being able to see you in my mind. Missing you like this is absolute torture. The cross I must bear for the rest of my life. The last conversation we had driving you away, taking you from not only me, but Sam too. That is another guilt to add to the others. Sam loved you too, not like I do, but you were a sister in his eyes. Now he must live without you because I was a coward.
I run my hand down my face in frustration, feeling tears on my cheeks I did not know I had shed. That is a common occurrence these days. Sammy doesn’t even mention the tears anymore. They are a part of my daily life at this point. I wish everyday I could tell you how much I miss you Y/n. The bunker, the family, this life is not the same without you here. Oh, the memories we made, so many good, but also a few bad. The bad ones, of course, my doing. The day I first kissed you one of the best.
You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner, singing and dancing to the music blaring from your speaker on the counter. I was leaning against the door frame, unable to take my eyes off you. You are so beautiful, in one of my T-shirts you had stolen at some point, pajama shorts giving me a small peek when you moved the right way. I watch as your small but supple body sways to the beat of the music, your voice singing a little off key, but still beautiful.
“You just going to keep staring Winchester?” You ask with that smile I have fallen so hard for.
“If you keep dancing like that, then yes.” I reply with a grin, flirting a little hoping you get the hint. I have been throwing them at you like a major league pitcher lately.
“Well, Dean Winchester, are you flirting with me?” That mock look of disbelief making me laugh.
“What would you say if I was Y/l/n?” Please let this be the moment she finally gets it.
“I would say it is about damn time Dean.” She laughs with her hands on those full round hips. How many times have I imagined grabbing her by them, pulling her body to mine? With out hesitation, I am standing in front of her, my hands on each side of her face. Her skin is so soft, her smell invading my senses, driving me wild. I lean my forehead to hers, a very important question passing my lips.
“Can I please kiss you sweetheart?” I hold my breath waiting on her to answer me. She replies, but not with words, her hands are fisted in my shirt pulling my lips to hers. Her kiss is even more incredible than I ever imagined. Her soft full lips moving with mine like they were made just for me. Our need for air breaking us apart, but not moving an inch away from her.
“That was amazing Y/n.” My pure admiration of this woman I can’t think of anything else to say.
“I know Dean, I am quite amazing, am I not?” The laugh from us both filling the kitchen.
The memory bittersweet, causing more tears and heartache, but flooding me with the love I still have for you. Poor Sammy has tried to get me to move on, Cas too, but I will never be able to get past you. You came in my life like a twister, turning everything upside down, but in the most fabulous way. There was never and will never be another woman in my life that can compare to you. Sweet and sassy, but bold and daring. Loving and caring, but also hard and dangerous. You were a force to be reckoned with for sure, but that is why I fell in love with you. I remember when I first told you I loved you. That was a great day.
“Good morning beautiful.” Looking over to you, your hair splayed across the pillow, you are an absolute vision.
“Morning handsome. Now let me go back to sleep.” I laugh wrapping my arms around you to keep you from rolling away. A morning person you are not.
“Don’t think sweetheart.” You huff at me but with a smile on your face.
“But Deeaannn. It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I get to sleep in?” The way you drag out my name would annoy me if it was anyone other than you. You, it drives me crazy.
“Don’t you want your gifts?” I smirk knowing that will get your attention.
“Gifts? I only seen the one wrapped on the dresser.” You are so damn cute when you are confused.
“Yeah sweetheart. I couldn’t wrap the second one.” I raise one eyebrow hoping you will catch on.
“Hmmm I think I’ll pass.” I know I must look like a kicked puppy; you are laughing none the less. I really thought that would work.
“C’mere…” You have your hands in the hair at the nape of my neck, scratching lightly, making me moan into your shoulder. I kiss your neck slowly moving up to the sensitive spot behind your ear, nibbling and licking making you arch your back in pleasure. No woman has ever turned me on like you do. Every breath, every touch, every kiss, making me insane with lust.
“Dean..” Your voice just a whisper of breath. I would keep you here in this bed forever just to hear my name fall from your lips that way. I have never been one for the mushy chick flick moments in the bedroom, but with you, I live for them. We lay like this for what seems like an eternity, kissing, touching, sweet whispers of affection. I look into your soft y/e/c eyes and realize, you are my world, my everything. The words leave me before I can stop them.
“I love you Y/n.” I will never be able to forget the look of adoration on your face. Like I am your world, your everything too.
“I love you Dean.” Your hand cups my cheek and I can’t help but to lean into your touch. Ours lips meeting in of the most passionate and needful kissed we have ever shared. The way we made love that morning, like we were the only two people on Earth.
I have never tried harder to be the man you deserved than I did after that day. Swearing to you that I would change my ways. God knows I tried, doing anything and everything to show you that I was a different man. I was in many ways. I no longer had an eye for a woman that was not you, the need for whiskey to make it through the day, diminishing greatly. It was like I could see the world through new eyes, ones that knew what happiness was, what true love felt like. That was until that day, the one that was the beginning to our end. The hunt had been a bad one. I remember it clearly. You had gotten hurt trying to back us up. Which was no one’s fault, but I just could not get the picture of lying there dead out of head. The what ifs getting the best of me.
“What the hell were you thinking Y/n? Do you have a death wish?” My temper out of control, I knew it was, but there was no reigning it in.
“No Dean! I was doing my job. You know, killing monsters!” We had our arguments, but I already knew this one was going to be the worst.
“Well how about next time you kill them without almost getting yourself killed too!” I knew you were angry now. Your cheeks flushed red, nostrils flaring, clenching your jaw.
“You know what Winchester? How about you do not tell me how to do my job! I was hunting before I ever met you!” You were a great hunter, rivaling both myself and Sammy. Before I fell in love with you, I would have been bragging how you handled yourself today. That was before my heart is now tied to yours. The thought of losing you making me insane with fear, making me say things I know I shouldn’t.
“Yeah? I’m surprised you were even alive for me to meet you then sweetheart.” Sweetheart, the term I used with love for you, but today it was laced with venom. The derogatory way the word left my lips visibly making you flinch, putting a crack in my heart. At this point I just want you to tell me it’s over. I don’t want you to hurt, but that doesn’t stop me from continuing to break your heart.
“Dean….” Sam, always trying to fix my messes. My fear of losing the people I love has done me in this time. Deep down I know I am pushing her away, but the anxiety from the hunt spurring me on.
“No Sam! She was reckless. No care about what could have happened. I can’t hunt with someone like that!” Oh shit, I really put my foot in my mouth this time.
“Really Dean? Then you can find someone else to help you and Sam. I will not hunt with you again!” I can see her trembling, her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. I have went this far, why not put the final nail in the coffin.
“Fine, do me one better and just be on your way. I don’t need you anyway.” The audible gasp from her and Sammy was deafening. I had gone too far but there was no going back now.
“You don’t need me?” The pain and heartbreak in her voice, the tears now spilling down her cheeks.
“Not if that is how you are going to act Y/n.” They are both staring at me like I am a stranger. At this point I am, even to myself.
“You are evil Dean Winchester!”
“Call me a sinner, a saint, your favorite, the worst, whatever makes you feel better.” I don’t even recognize my own voice, so much disdain and bitterness being spoken to the woman who I love so much.
She turns without a word heading down the hallway. I am motionless, still standing there stoic, my dumb pride keeping me from going after her, dropping to my knees and begging her to forgive me. Sammy is beside me, looking at me with shame and disappointment clear on his features. That hurts almost as bad as the pain on Y/n’s face.
“What have you done Dean? Are you really going to let one bad hunt get to you? I can’t look at you right now. You just broke her Dean, you know that, right?” I do not utter a word, too ashamed of myself, how I acted.
“I’m going out. Let me know when she is gone.” With those words I am on my way to the garage. Needing to get out of here before I break. The last thing I want is for to leave, but after what I said to her, I can’t bring myself to stop her. She will be better off with out me.
I have been at the bar for who knows how long at this point. My mind going back over our fight. The regret swallowing me whole. I should have stayed at the bunker and stopped her, instead of running away. Dean Winchester, the ultimate runaway. Never staying to face my problems but running and trying to drown them in cheap whiskey. My shame is keeping me from calling her, but maybe she will call me, yeah, she will call me. Like she read my mind, my phone rings, her picture flashing across the screen.
“Oh god sweetheart I’m so glad you called.”
“Dean Winchester?” It isn’t Y/n on the phone. The instant feeling of dread filling my body
Standing up harshly, my chair crashing to the ground behind me, I grab my jacket and keys. I have to go see her, the memories finally too much. I make my way to the garage and jump In Baby, sticking the key in the ignition and putting it in drive as soon as the engine starts. I am on the road going straight to her. I know this is going to hurt but I need to talk to her. Tell her again how much I love her and miss her.
I pull up and turn off the car, slowly opening the door, knowing the pain that is coming, but needing to do this. I walk up the path, looking at all the different flowers. You always like bright and colorful flowers of all kinds. I should have brought you some, but being in a hurry to see you, it didn’t cross my mind. I sit down in the grass, slowly lifting my head to look at your tombstone. The biggest reminder of the deadly mistake I made. You had been crying when you left and had lost control at some point. The last phone call from your phone being from the officer to inform me you hadn’t made it.
“Hi baby, sorry it’s been awhile. This is just so hard. I love and miss you sweetheart, so much. You are still the first thought when I wake up and the last thing I see as I go to sleep. I am so sorry that your last thought was that I didn’t need you. I’ll always keep you inside my heart and mind. You healed my heart and my life by just being in it. Cas told me that he came to see you in heaven and that you forgive me. Now if I can just forgive myself. Anyway, please know that I love you Y/n, always have, always will.”
I reach to run my fingers over the picture I had placed on her tombstone. Her beautiful smile, forever reminding me of what I lost.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟏
☁ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☁
☁ 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐗 ☁
1. “I apologise in advance for the inconvenience my murder is going to have on your life.”
2. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”
3. “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.”
“It’s not on anyone’s.”
“No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.”
4. “Hold on, you died.”
“Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”
5. “This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.”
“Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”
6. “She’s crying, what do I do?”
“Go comfort her.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start with hugs.”
“With what?”
7. “What’s our exit strategy?”
“Our what?”
“Oh my god, we’re all going to die.”
8. “I’m going to need chicken blood, a knife, a lighter, and a bottle of vodka.”
“Vodka? For the bonfire?”
“No, that’s just to make me feel better about going against (Name)’s command.” (changed)
9. “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?”
“I don’t know, probably both.”
10. “I saved your lives.”
“How? By stealing our freedom?” (changed)
11. “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.”
12. “I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil.”
13. “Did you just agree with me?”
“Oh I wish I could take-”
“Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”
14. “It’s a long story.”
“You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”
15. “I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list.”
16. “I had a thought.”
“Oh no.”
“I swear it’s a good one this time!’
17. “(Name), open the door!”
“No. It’s cooler when you break in.” (changed)
18. “Do you think they remember you?”
“I sure hope not after what I did the last time I was here.”
“What did you do?”
“You’ll find out.”
19. “You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
20. “You scared me!”
“Well, I am naturally terrifying.”
21. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”
22. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.”
“You’re not indestructible, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.” (changed)
23. “You really have no clue who I am?”
“You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”
24. “I am way too sober for this.”
25. “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.”
“That’s what makes me so good at it.”
26. “I don’t think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.”
27. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
“Actually, it’s more like eight.”
“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
28. “If you could even comprehend where I’ve come from, you would be terrified of me.”
29. “I saved your life!”
“You pushed me off a building.”
30. “You know we’re not all born with the ability to be a leader, right?” (changed)
31. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”
“Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”
32. “Did you hear that scream?”
“Yes, I’m the one who screamed.”
33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
“Yes.”
“What if I just break his nose a little?”
34. “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?”
35. “You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.”
“You don’t even know where your spleen is.”
36. “I’m no detective, of course, but I think this dead body might not be alive anymore.”
37. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.”
“Can I pick?”
38. “The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.”
“I almost died!”
“Ah yes, that was my fondest memory.”
39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”
“And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”
40. “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!”
“What do you want? A gold star?”
41. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”
42. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-”
“At least a twenty.”
43. “Literally everything about this would be illegal in the old world.” (changed)
44. “Seven billion people in the world, and you’re overreacting because we killed one man.”
“But-”
“Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie.”
45. “It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s definitely your birthday.”
“Give me a calendar. It’s not and I will prove it to – oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me.”
46. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?”
“I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”
47. “I can fix that.”
“I’m calling a professional.”
“I’m a professional.”
“A more professional, professional.”
48. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?”
“Those are children. That’s a school.”
49. “I have a concern.”
“Just one?”
“No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”
50. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”
51. “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.”
“That’s cool, I wouldn’t mind having company while being a ghost.”
52. “What are you so afraid of?”
“You.”
53. “What is that THING in your backpack?” (changed)
54. “I hate the sight of blood.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t kill for a living.”
55. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”
56. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Oh god, we’re going to die, aren’t we?”
“It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.”
“You absolutely do not.”
57. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”
58. “It’ll be easy. You just have to seduce them.”
“You’re kidding, right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage.”
59. “You’re not as evil as people think you are.”
“No. I’m much worse.”
60. “That’s a terrifyingly accurate drawing of us.”
“It’s almost like I’m good at what I do.”
61. “You have no power over me.”
“You sure about that?”
62. “This isn’t good.”
“How can you tell?”
“See how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think one guy is carrying a machete?”
63. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Actually he’s right in front of you.”
64. “I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”
65. “I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face.”
66. “Is that blood?”
“No?”
“That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”
67. “I never stood a chance, did I?”
“That’s the sad part – you did once.”
68. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
69. “I’m not going to leave you.”
70. “Everything is okay.”
71. “I’m going to protect you.”
72. “I believe in you.”
73. “Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?”
“I don’t have time to feel guilty. And neither do you.”
74. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?”
“Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”
75. “What are you doing?”
“…Eating.”
“We’re being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?”
“They didn’t say the fridge was off limits.”
76. “Is that a dead body?”
“Maybe?”
“It is. I can see it right in front of me.”
“I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner.”
77. “If we’re going to get out of here, we’re going to have to work together. After that, we can go back to killing each other.”
“Oh, fine.”
78. “That’s not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
“You don’t count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.”
79. “Do we need wine?”
“No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.”
“But life is so freeing without them.”
“Pants. On. Now.”
80. “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”
81. “I feel like I’m being stabbed.”
“How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”
82. “Will you be quiet?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Well stop thinking so loud.”
83. “Did you get my note?”
“Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”
84. “You’re a psychopath.”
“I prefer creative.”
85. “Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?”
“Because you’re in shock.”
“That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.”
86. “Oh no.”
“What is it? What happened? Who died?”
“I think I just felt an emotion.”
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”
87. “When all this is over, I want my sanity back.”
88. “That’s definitely not true.”
“Of course it is. I read it in Encyclopedia.” (changed)
89. “You forgot me.”
“It was an accident.”
90. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”
“Yes.”
91. “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.”
“You are the WORST at this comfort thing.”
92. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
93. “Look, if you want to conjure some demon spawn from the great beyond, that’s all fine and dandy. Just wait for me to leave before you start.”
94. “Just calm down!”
“My arm just got cut off and you want me to calm down!?” (changed)
95. “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories.”
“Who even says that?”
“Me. Just now.”
96. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”
97. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream!”
“Really?”
“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”
98. ���I need to go de-stress.”
“Where are you going?”
“To demolish the living room.”
99. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”
100. “I’m bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”
101. “Well? What happened? I want all the details!”
102. “You always think you know what you’d do when faced with the end of the world. Me? I went home and took a nap.”
103. “Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”
104. “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence. And I also really don’t want to.”
“Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore and guts.”
“You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how pissed I am at you right now?”
105. “This way is more efficient.”
“This way is going to get us killed.”
106. “You’re not my favourite person today.”
“I’m not your favourite person on any day.”
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Jaskier, Yennefer, and Ciri find out Geralt has never had a birthday party so they go out of their way to have steamers and balloons and game night, all the while Geralt is just emotionally constipated because he doesn't know what the fuck is going on.
(Also can be read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22742986 )
"Keep him busy, and don't be here before the evening!" Jaskier says to Yennefer.
"How the hell am I supposed to keep him busy all day?!"
"You're a mage," the bard reasons and pushes her out of the door, "I'm sure you can find a way! Put a spell on him which will make him want to explore aaaall the pretty flowers and trees in nature till evening or something, I don't know! I know I'm the brain of this lovely team, and you all depend on me for every little thing, but even this extremely handsome and intelligent bard can't think of everything all the damn time!"
"... do you even hear yourself?" Yennefer rolls her eyes. "You're not the brain of this group. If anything, I'm not even sure if you have one."
"Rude. Oh wait a second, you didn't deny that I'm extremely-"
"Jaskier."
"Anyway! Less talk, more work. Out out out!"
***
Jaskier ends up making a birthday cake with Ciri. Okay okay, that's a lie, because it's more like Ciri just tells him to stay out of it, so he starts decorating the cottage while Ciri makes the cake –he nails it, thank you very much.- He gives her some ideas about the topping though, so he thinks he deserves some credit anyway.
Hours pass, and right when Jaskier thinks that Yennefer might have put his spell suggestion into practice–not that he is sure that it actually exists- they hear the sound of the key turning the lock, and he can’t help but swear. Because damn it, they were supposed to knock the door to give them some more time! But what they do instead? They step into the cottage like god damn savages.
Jaskier definitely doesn’t panic and nearly falls face-first on the ground while he runs to the basket which was filled with flowers, while Ciri manages to keep her chill.
“Happy birthday!” they cheer, and Geralt can’t fathom what is happening for a moment, even though it's pretty clear.
He is awestruck by the way the cottage is decorated: colorful streamers hanging everywhere, balloons covering the floor, various food dishes, and baked goods waiting for them on the table. Where did they even found streamers?
The Witcher doesn’t even know how to react.
It feels just so strange to him. All of it.
He is familiar with kikimoras, ghouls, basilisks and much more, he knows how to react when he sees one.
He knows what to do then.
But as he stands there while delicate flowers kept thrown over his head by the delicate hands of the most precious ones in his life, he just can’t react.
"What do you mean you never had a birthday party?!" he remembers Jaskier asking him nearly two months ago when he accidentally let it slip when his birthday was "...at all?" The bard’s face was coated in sadness.
"We don't have time for a birthday party. And it's irrelevant."
"Irrelevant, he says! YOU are irrelevant! We’re sooo gonna celebrate it!"
“Jaskier, no. We’re not going to do that.”
“Jaskier, yes! Just you wait, my dear Witcher.”
He had forgotten about it.
But apparently, Jaskier hadn’t.
Geralt isn’t the only one who is surprised. Because not only Jaskier and Ciri throw flowers over their heads while singing a Happy Birthday song, there is a banner that reads “Happy Birthday, Geralt and Yennefer!”
“It’s not even my birthday.” Yennefer states with a hard to read expression on her face. “I think I get it now.” She then looks at Ciri questioningly. “It was your idea, right?”
To her surprise, Ciri shakes her head and points the bard with her head.
“Let's just pretend it is!” Jaskier says. “I wasn't sure if you ever had a birthday party either, well, maybe you have, I don’t know. But!” he holds up his index finger, “ I’m sure it wasn’t anything as splendid as this since I wasn’t the one who-”
Ciri coughs, and Jaskier immediately corrects “We! I mean we, as in, me and my excellent, one and only dear assistant Ciri, weren’t the ones who organized that party. So I just thought... It seemed unfair that- not that I care or something, but-”
As much as is amusing to see the bard –who normally has his way with words- stumbling over his words- Yennefer prefers him to just shut his mouth at that moment.
So she does the only logical thing and gives him a very brief hug as a silent, but sincere thank you. She can swear that there’s the smallest hint of pink covering his cheeks afterward.
“I promise to you that your real, true-to-its- date birthday will be as good as this one. Happy birthday!” Jaskier says while Ciri is busy with giving Geralt a hug and wishing him a happy birthday.
As if he is saving hugging Geralt for later, Jaskier makes a beeline for his lute after telling them to have a seat. “Or don’t,” he adds “if you prefer to dance. Which I’m sure you will. So, I’ll start with the song I wrote for the confused mage over there.”
Jaskier’s song starts with “Once, lived a mage” which makes Yennefer frown.
"Once? Lived? I'm still here, you arsehole."
And includes lines such as:
"but don't make her upset!
Or else, you will, oooh, so regret
Yennefer of Vengerberg
is here with all the souls she has collected!"
“Only you could manage to warn people about not to make someone upset, and upset the said person the very next moment,” Yennefer rolls his eyes at the bard, who seems pretty proud of how his song turned out.
“What can I say? I'm a man of many talents.”
“Since when talking non-stop and giving people, hell, even monsters a headache count as a talent? For your information, I don't collect souls. What do you take me for? A demon?”
“Oh no honey, how can I? You’re worse than a demon. Demons are much easier to deal with. I’m sure that Geralt agrees with me. Right, Geralt?”
“I’d shut up if I were you, Jaskier.”
“Okay, maybe not so sure anymore. Yeah, of course you would shut up. That’s like, one of your personal traits. Not talking, as if someone made you take a vow of silence.”
“Hmm.”
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
“No song for me?” Geralt wonders.
"Well, I've written enough songs for you. I thought it was time for a little change."
"Hmm. Fair enough.”
Geralt nods like he was completely expecting that to happen, and even the idea of Geralt thinking Jaskier would stop writing songs about him eventually, breaks Jaskier's heart.
He set his lute aside, and walks behind his chair. "I could travel the whole world to find the gift you deserve, the perfect gift,” he says softly as he leans over the chair, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
“But what you deserve is the world we travel in, its better, flawless version where everything is beautiful, where minacious creatures that you have to deal with don't exist.”
Jaskier is almost sure that Geralt will tell him to shut up, but instead, what he does is putting one hand on his, and listening to him.
So he keeps talking: “A world where the sun always shines and warms upon your face every morning, where flowers never wilt, and moon always sings its sweet lullaby to you every night.
You say I am the crazy one, yet you must be crazy to think that I'd ever stop composing songs for you and sing them. Of course I wrote a song for you. But the thing is...”
The bard leans in even closer, and the rest is whispered in a tone oh so sweet that honey would be ashamed of letting people call it sweet.
“-it's only for your ears to hear. And my other, dare I say, gift is, only for your eyes to see. Anything you wish tonight, shall be yours. All yours. Happy birthday, my love."
Geralt can’t help but shiver ever so slightly.
“You know we can still hear you, right? There are children here.” Yennefer remarks a moment later –which Jaskier responds with: “Hush, jelly Witchy, you got your song!”
“I hope you're not referring to me. I'm not a child,” Ciri says with a little smirk. “Let my dads have their moment.”
“Yeah! Let her dads-”
Jaskier starts, but then almost chokes on his own spit in surprise once he realizes what Ciri had just said.
They all, even Geralt, laugh at his reaction.
Their evening goes absolutely perfectly; Jaskier plays his lute and sings the most lively, cheerful songs for them. Sometimes he sings them alone, sometimes Ciri sings along. And sometimes just Ciri sings as he strums his lute, making up notes and melodies on the spot.
They even play games, but then Jaskier gets on Yennefer’s nerves as usual while playing -she nearly starts a cake fight with him, fortunately, Ciri and Geralt prevent it- they eventually stop playing games.
Even though Geralt can’t say that he really understands why they care about his birthday that much –he just got one year older, so what? It’s not worth celebrating- he still appreciates everything they do.
***
“My sun already shines every morning. Actually... He even shines in the darkest nights.”
Geralt says after he covers Jaskier’s naked body with the blanket so he doesn’t get cold.
It has been a hot night, and also very sweet.
“And my little flower,” he whispers sweetly as he watches how Jaskier’s chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, running his fingers through his silky, and messy hair “he never wilts, no matter how harsh the winter is. No matter how mean and inconsiderate the stupid winter can be towards him sometimes.”
The peaceful expression on his bard’s face as he curls even closer into Geralt’s embrace makes the Witcher smile fondly.
“And my moon,” he buries his nose in his boyfriend’s hair, breathing in his very unique, familiar and heavenly scent “already sings sweet lullabies to me every day. ”
He then lets out a content sigh, and closes his eyes after brushing his lips against Jaskier’s sweet lips, stealing a soft kiss from them.
Not aware of the now blushing cheeks of his bard.
“Sleep tight, little hummingbird of mine. Thank you for everything."
#the witcher#jaskier#geraskier#jaskier x geralt#dandelion#geralt#geralt of rivia#geralt z rivii#my writing#the witcher fanfiction#stuff I tried to write#sorry for my super late reply again :(#and for my mistakes#since English is not my first language there are probably many of them#also that was supposed to be about mostly Geralt but I couldn't help myself and made them celebrate Yennefer's birthday as well#it just happened *.*
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The First of Many Candles
Pairing : TK Strand / Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star)
Summary : Today is Carlos’s birthday, and TK swears he isn’t trying to ruin it on purpose. Really.
Notes : For @howtosingit, because today you deserve everything. Bri, I wish you the happiest of birthdays and I hope you enjoy this tiny contribution into that crazy fandom of yours. It’s not much, and I have no idea how good it’ll be, but I wanted to do this for you. I’m so thankful I’ve already been able to call you a friend for the past 10 years, and I wish you all the best for this coming year, may it bring you as much happiness as possible !
I hope you know how truly and completely I love you, and that you are one of my favourite people on earth. However, I also truly hope you know that the chances of this happening again are slim, because man writing them was HARD XD
This work can also be read on Ao3
This is definitely shaping up to be one of the best birthdays he’s had, Carlos thinks when he wakes up to the pleasant feeling of soft kisses being peppered all over his face, lips and slight stubble brushing against his skin every few seconds, and he smiles softly at the gesture.
Even with his eyes still closed and in his half awake state, there’s no way he wouldn’t recognize the lips that are continuing to shower him with affection, and even if he had hoped to sleep in a little more today of all days, he has to admit this is one hell of a wake up call.
His birthday truly is shaping up to be a great one already, he thinks as he opens up his eyes and is faced with one smiling TK Strand.
“Morning,” whispers TK with a soft smile, before he bends down once more from where he is leaning on the side of the bed to press his lips against his.
“TK, I have morning breath,” Carlos tries to protest, prompting the other man to sit up from his position, and pick up the mint box they keep on the nightstand for this very reason.
As TK opens the box in search of one of the sweets, Carlos recalls Owen’s speech from when he had found a very similar box in TK’s room, and had gifted them both with a speech about how sweets and sugar this early in the morning or before bed was bad for both one’s dental hygiene and one’s health. TK had kept quiet about the reason they had the need to keep such a thing in close proximity to the bed and had just let his father’s lecture roll over him, which Carlos was still thankful for today, wishing to retain somewhat of a professional relationship with the older man.
Thankfully, all thoughts of Owen are quickly pushed away from Carlos’s mind as soon as TK drops the mint box onto the side of the bed. His boyfriend bends forward and pushes one of the mints in his mouth, before he dives right back onto his lips for a heated kiss.
Well, ok then. He really doesn't need further encouragement.
After a few minutes of their tongues brushing against each other as they trade lazy kisses, Carlos brings both of his arms to go around TK’s neck, pulling the other man fully against him until his boyfriend is straddling his body and hovering over him.
At the move, TK peppers a few more quick kisses against Carlos’s lips before he tries to pull away, only to laugh against Carlos’s lips when his boyfriend refuses to budge to let him lean away.
“Happy birthday,” TK says softly, once Carlos finally allows him to pull back, and Carlos feels his mouth lift up into an answering smile.
“How are you here ? I thought you had to work,” he asks his boyfriend, eyes wandering all over his boyfriend’s face as if not quite able to believe the other man is truly here, and TK just grins at him.
“Actually, I requested the day off weeks ago. I wanted to surprise you,” TK replies, and Carlos feels his heart warm in his chest at the words.
The fact that TK was thoughtful enough to request his birthday off of work and come here to surprise him would have been enough to melt Carlos’s heart already, but what really does Carlos in is the fact that if TK is in his bed this morning and came in while he was asleep, it means he actually used the spare key to Carlos’s apartment which was given to him weeks ago, but that he still seldom uses.
Although everything has been close to perfect in the months since him and TK finally got together officially, Carlos knows that his boyfriend still sometimes feels a little spooky about letting himself fall headfirst into a fully committed relationship, when he still vividly remembers the rug brutally being pulled from under him during his last relationship.
Both of them have been working on building trust and creating something solid for the past couple of months, and TK finally feeling comfortable to use the key and let himself into his house feels like a huge step forward, which Carlos feels elated about.
Progress, he thinks happily, as he pulls on TK’s neck again until the other man leans back into him.
Their lazy kissing is interrupted a few minutes later when Carlos pulls back and wrinkles his nose, a strange smell catching him off guard.
“What’s that smell ?”
At the words, he sees TK’s eyes pop out of his head, before his boyfriend jumps off from the bed and makes a run out of the bedroom.
“Shit !” he hears his scream from further into the apartment, and Carlos laughs when the distinctive smell of burnt food reaches him.
“TK, I know you’re a firefighter, but please refrain from burning down my kitchen for the fun of it,” he shouts from where he is still lying down on the bed, only to laugh harder when he hears the uncomplimentary answer coming from down the hall.
A minute later, TK sheepishly walks back into the bedroom, carrying a plate with what has to be the worst looking cake Carlos has ever seen in his life, and he can’t hold in the laughter at his boyfriend’s dejected face.
The entire top half of the cake is so burnt that the knife TK must have used to try and cut it is actually standing tall in the middle of it, held still by the thick crisp of black and burnt cake batter on each side.
TK sighs, looking down at the plate, before he dumps it onto Carlo’s chest of drawers and walks back towards the bed to straddle Carlos’s hips once again.
“That was supposed to be your birthday cake,” he says dejected, and Carlos feels a new wave of laughter building up in his chest at how crestfallen his boyfriend looks at having burned the cake he must have baked quietly this morning after letting himself into the house while Carlos was still sleeping.
God, his boy really could be the cutest sometimes.
“Well I don’t think we really ought to eat that,” Carlos teases, and TK whines at the words.
“I did my best !”
“I know you did,” Carlos smiles, appreciating the gesture and the time it must have taken for TK to plan out all of this.
“I had even bought candles and everything,” his boyfriend keeps moaning, prompting Carlos to chuckle.
“Well… since we can’t blow the candles out, I can think of something else that could use some blowing,” Carlos teases with an exaggerated movement of his brows.
“Officer Reyes, are you propositioning me ?” TK exclaims, falsely scandalized. “Need I remind you that you are an officer of the law ?”
“Oh trust me, I know. And I’m standing tall and ready for action right now,” Carlos replies with a cocky grin.
A few seconds of silence pass, before TK bursts out laughing, dropping against Carlos’s chest until his head is nestled between his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder.
“Oh my god, that was awful,” he exclaims from his hiding place. “I don’t think I can actually blow you now. Not after you made the worst birthday pun ever,” he teases, his breath tickling Carlos’s skin.
Carlos smiles fondly at the gesture, always happy to elicit such a joyful reaction from TK, even if it is at his own expense.
Still, he’s not about to pass on a birthday blowjob though.
“Come on TK, it’s my birthday,” he whines, and TK lifts his head back up to stare at him, fondness written all over his face.
“Carlos Reyes. Turning 28, but behaving like an 8 year old.”
“Well, I don’t know what sort of activities you got up to at 8 years old, but…” Carlos starts to say, only to be cut off mid-sentence by TK diving back down and into him.
“Oh my god shut up,” his boyfriend whispers against his lips, before he starts back the heated kissing they were sharing earlier this morning.
As Carlos feels his boyfriend’s lips traveling down his neck and chest, he closes his eyes back up, enjoying the pampering TK is currently showering him with.
Just as TK’s mouth is nearing the place Carlos has been dying to feel his lips on and his boyfriend has only been teasing for minutes now, his doorbell rings and he groans in frustration.
“Maybe they’ll go away ?” TK asks hopefully, facing up towards Carlos, but his face clearly indicates that he already knows it’s not an option, which Carlos confirms by shaking his head firmly.
It may be stupid, but being a police officer, he could never actually ignore someone at his door. Not when he’s seen enough cases to know that sometimes a stranger opening up their door is all it can take to save someone’s life if they are in danger.
TK, who knows Carlos well enough to know that there’s no way they are just ignoring this, presses one last regretful kiss just below Carlos’s navel before he pushes back to sit upwards.
“Shouldn’t you go and open the door then ?” he asks, and Carlos looks at him incredulously.
“You expect me to go like this ?” he asks indignantly, eyeing down to where he’s still sporting a very obvious semi, which prompts TK to smile proudly.
“I guess you have a point. I’ll go,” he concedes, getting up from the bed before he starts making his way out of the bedroom.
“Wait, TK !” Carlos tells him just as he’s about to leave the bedroom. “You’re seriously going to go and open the door like this ?”
He eyes TK down, pointing to where his boyfriend is clad in only a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt with the saying ‘Say hey if you’re gay tee-shirt’ plastered to the front, but TK just shrugs in answer.
“But it could be my neighbors !” Carlos whisper-shouts, and TK grins at him.
“Well if it is, they deserve this for coming to see you this early on your birthday morning,” he answers back with a smile, before he walks confidently out of the bedroom and towards the front door.
Carlos drops back down on his bed, willing his semi to go away and shaking his head at the other man.
TK could be so shameless sometimes, but god was he falling in love with the guy anyway.
At the sound of a familiar voice, Carlos immediately sits back up onto his bed, mouth opening in shock.
“Oh, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep,” he hears the person say, before his boyfriend stammers back.
“Mrs. Carlos-- I mean, Mrs. Reyes ! Hello !” his boyfriend stutters, surely having recognized the woman at the door from the pictures of his family Carlos has laying around his apartment. “I am so sorry to be meeting you in this state, please come in,” TK pursues, just as Carlos scrambles up from the bed to hastily pull on a pair of shorts.
“Mama, hi !” he says as he makes his way out of the bedroom.
Truly, there is nothing like hearing one’s mother’s voice to fully kill a man’s semi.
“What are you doing here ?” he asks as he rushes out towards her and hugs his mother hello.
When he pulls back, he sees TK still standing next to the door, his cheeks heated red in mortification, and he can’t but feel amused at the sight.
That’ll teach his boyfriend to go and open the door in an outfit that Carlos should be the only one to see him in anyway.
“Well, I think I’m going to go and…” TK starts to say before drifting off, clearly not knowing how to finish his sentence but wanting to regroup after the untimed encounter with his boyfriend’s mother.
Seeing how embarrassed his boyfriend still looks and not able to imagine how he would feel if their situations were reversed, Carlos decides to throw him a rope.
“You should go and get changed babe. We’ll be there when you’re done,” Carlos tells him kindly, and he sees TK nod gratefully, although patches of red are making their way down his neck.
“Right, I’ll do that,” he stutters. “It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Reyes. I’ll be uh… I’ll be back.”
He rushes out of the room, and as soon as he’s in the bathroom and they hear the door closing behind him, Carlos turns towards his mother, only to see her smile amusedly towards him.
“So that was the infamous TK !” she smiles at him, and Carlos rolls his eyes, knowing he’s in for some teasing.
He walks back towards his bedroom to find a tee-shirt, and his mother follows him into the room, pausing when she sees the forgotten cake sitting on the chest of drawers where TK had left the plate earlier.
“And that is... ?” she asks, trying not to show her disdain towards the state of the cake, and Carlos can’t help but laugh at the offended look on her face.
“That would be TK’s attempt at baking a birthday cake,” he says fondly as he pulls a tee-shirt over his head.
His mother nods in understanding, but Carlos can see her trying to hold in her laughter.
“Right, that was very nice of him. The cake definitely seems…” she trails off, obviously not knowing how to politely describe the semblance of a baked good sitting in front of her.
“It seems inedible, and it has to be the worst cake you’ve seen in your life,” TK’s voice finishes her sentence, and both Carlos and his mother turn towards the bedroom door where his boyfriend is now standing, dressed in a pair of jeans and one of Carlos’s shirts, a lot more presentable than he was 10 minutes ago.
Carlos’s mother laughs at TK’s words, and both of the boys chuckle too.
“You don’t have to be nice, trust me. I know it was a catastrophe,” TK smiles at her, before he walks forward and reaches out with one of his hands to shake hers.
“Hi Mrs. Reyes, I’m TK. I’m very sorry for what happened earlier, but it’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” TK continues, with one of his mega-watt smiles, and Carlos can see his mother melt on the spot.
Which… He can totally understand, really. What with how he falls more and more for his boyfriend every time the smile is aimed at him.
“No apologies necessary cariño, that was my fault. I should have warned I was coming,” she says, pulling TK into a quick hug instead of reaching out for his hand.
Carlos smiles warmly at the picture of his boyfriend in his mother’s arms, especially when he sees the shocked look on the other man’s face from where it’s popping over his mother’s shoulder.
“As for the cake, it’s the thought that counts. How about I make us all some breakfast so we can all get to know each other ?” she asks kindly, and Carlos feels a wave of love for his mother and how easily she adapts to any situation.
“Actually,” TK starts to say, and for a second, Carlos is afraid that the other man is going to announce he’s leaving. Maybe meeting his mother feels like too much pressure for him, like too much too fast...
“How about I go and get some breakfast for all three of us ? So that you can catch up a little while I’m gone. There’s a great bakery that my dad swears by fairly close to here. I could go now and be back in half an hour tops. It’s only fair I go, after you just drove to come here,” TK offers with a smile, which has his mother looking pleased.
Carlos feels his heart quiet down in his chest at the words, and he beams towards TK.
Not running, then.
“That sounds lovely cariño,” his mother replies, and Carlos takes a second to try and remember when the last time his mother warmed up this quickly to one of his boyfriends was. Which is probably never, if he’s honest.
Must be the Strand effect.
At the words, TK nods once to himself, before he walks into the bedroom and automatically presses a quick kiss to Carlos’s lips.
When he pulls away, Carlos sees his eyes pop out, looking like a deer caught in the headlight when he seemingly remembers that his boyfriend’s mother is in the room. Carlos just smiles reassuringly towards him, before TK makes his way to leave the apartment.
As soon as the front door shuts behind him, Carlos’s mother whips around to turn towards him and beams.
“Me encanta !” she says excitedly, and Carlos laughs at her enthusiasm. “It’s true ! He seems very sweet. And obviously, he’s very fond of you.”
Carlos is pleasantly surprised at hearing the words.
Obviously, he knows that TK likes him, and he hopes the other man is starting to fall for him as deeply as Carlos himself is falling for TK.
But TK, for all he wears his heart on his sleeve most times, can sometimes be a bit of an enigma for Carlos, and he was afraid that the love he swears he can see written on TK’s face sometimes was just wishful thinking on his part.
“You think so ?” he asks, bashful, which prompts his mother to walk closer to him and caress his cheek briefly.
“I know so,” she reassures him. “This one’s here to stay, I can tell from the love shining in his eyes.”
Carlos smiles warmly towards his mother, although he can feel his cheeks heat up in a way no one but TK can truly elicit from him.
“I really like him Mama,” he whispers, and his mother hums.
“I know, I can tell.”
He smiles bashfully and she looks at him fondly, before she starts turning around in the bedroom.
“Now young man, let’s tidy up this apartment a bit before that boy of yours comes back,” she orders, and Carlos groans at the words.
“But Mama, it’s my birthday,” he whines, and his mother turns towards him and stares him down.
“Yes, and I was the one who actually did all the work by pushing you into the world that day, so vamonos !”
And well… There’s truly nothing he can say to refute those words anyway.
Later on, after TK’s come back with what his mother said were some of the best croissants she’s had in her life, and after the three of them have spent the entire day talking and laughing, his mother regaling TK with all of Carlos’s exploits from his youth, his mother goes back home after dropping a fond kiss on both of their foreheads, leaving Carlos and TK alone once again.
As they lie in bed, Carlos turns to his side and caresses one of TK’s cheeks.
“My mother really liked you,” he says softly, and TK turns his head towards him and smiles, embarrassed.
“Not quite how I imagined meeting her,” he says, and Carlos laughs at the words. “I’m not sure how your mother can like me after this, I didn’t think she’d end up liking the barely dressed, stupid, ex-addict man she met at the front door this morning, but somehow she managed. Your mom must be some kind of angel,” TK continues self-deprecatingly, and Carlos moves closer to him.
“Well I don’t know about the man you’re describing, but I knew for sure she would like my sweet, smart, brave, strong and funny boyfriend though.” Carlos corrects him simply, and TK turns to his side himself so they are facing each other, before smiling gratefully at him.
“Although said boyfriend really is terrible at baking. I have to say, I am a little sad I didn’t get to eat any cake today though,” Carlos continues, and TK pushes gently on his shoulder in retaliation.
“I’m sorry ! I promise, I’ll do better next year. No more of this baking a cake nonsense, store bought food it is,” TK exclaims, and Carlos feels his breath catch in his throat.
Next year.
He has to admit he likes the sound of that.
And he loves the fact that the words just naturally rolled out on TK’s tongue without a thought, as if it’s a given for his boyfriend that he’ll still be there to celebrate Carlos’s birthday with him next year.
“That sounds good,” Carlos replies, voice shaking a little, and TK smiles up towards him.
“Happy birthday Carlos,” his boyfriend whispers, emotion and happiness shining in his eyes. And although those three words aren’t the ones his mother said she could read in TK’s eyes earlier, Carlos hears them loud and clear anyway.
As his eyes close and Carlos starts to fall asleep, the first thought he had this morning when waking up comes rushing to the front of his mind, and he smiles at the thought that he was right.
Today has definitely been one of the best birthday’s he’s ever had, and he can’t wait to share many more with TK by his side.
#carlos/tk#tarlos#tarlos fanfic#911 lone star fic#911 lone star#happy birthday bri !#I hope this makes you smile even a tiny bit and that you can appreciate that I wrote for those two xD Man... the things I do for love#also I know it's not technically your birthday in the US yet but it has been your birthday here for the past 3 hours and I've decided#that we were close enough so there goes !#emi's writing
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