#just tried to grab the food i was tryna give her & missed
Text
seven.
“You spent the night in his bed??” Nique screams into the phone, making Zora sigh heavily.
“I was on his couch, Nique.”
“Mmhm, you ain't gotta lie to me, girl!”
“I'm not! I'll hang up on you. You know I'll do it.” She idly threatens.
“Okay, okay. Put the guns down, chile. So tell me, did he sleep on this comfy sofa with you?” She asks, twirling her hair like Zora can see her.
Zora gives another sigh, this time dreamy. “We mighta cuddled until I fell asleep.”
“Ew, how cute! Girl, if you don't make that man your boyfriend already!”
“I just might have to, Nique. He's so so.”
“I know. You better climb his long ass before somebody else do!”
“Yeah, and they'll end up like Cory. Jerked the fuck up.”
Nique let's out the ugliest cackle, ultimately making Zora join in and offer a snicker of her own, since she was at work.
“You stupid, man.”
“I woulda loved to have seen that, man! I just know his stupid ass was tryna save face, still.”
“It's like you were here, cause he really tried to keep that cracked ass face together. He knew better than to tell Linda, too.”
“He better stay hidden or boyfriend gon kick that ass! He's such a lame ass wigga.” Nique says without missing a beat, making Zora choke on air.
“What did you just call him?!”
“A wigga! He's like B-rad without the game— ya know, the little bit he had, that is. I mean, it got him Shondra!”
“It did. She loved his goofy ass.”
“Put his hands all in that good hair of hers! I woulda broke them knuckles!”
“Chile!”
“So, what do the lovebirds got goin’ on this evening?”
“Well, he's meeting me here again, even though he desperately wanted to pick me up, but I had to run home and shower and stuff. Uh, we'll probably grab some food on the way back to his place, I'm not sure yet.”
“All this hanging out! I'm jealous! Where's my boo at??”
“He only got a sister, babe. Not sure if she swings that way.”
“Zora, if I swing through this phone.”
“I'm playing! Gosh, put the guns down.” She mocks, knowing Nique’s far from amused.
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
“How was your day?” Zora asks Leon, picking the pepperoni off her slice of pizza.
“It was better. We squashed our shit, so work ran smoothly like it needed to.”
“Good! I know that's weight off your shoulders.”
“Absolutely. I hate being at odds with my people. But how was your day?”
“It was good. The restaurant was pretty dead today, so I took an hour for lunch and chopped it up with Nique. She said “hey”, like always.”
He smiles. “She's a good friend to you, I can tell.”
“The bestest ever.” She smiles back, biting into her slice.
“So, where's your best friend at?”
“We haven't talked in years. Stopped seeing eye to eye once I stopped runnin’ with him and taking the fall for both of us.”
“Oh, that's not fair.”
“Yeah, we had that conversation too, but it is what it is. I had to grow up and I always pray that he's done the same.”
“That's sweet of you. I know how tough friendship breakups can be.”
“Sounds so funny, when you say it out loud. Like we were in a relationship.” He snorts, making her do the same.
“Well, it is a relationship! A platonic one. I mean, unless y'all had it like that, too.” She raises a brow, to which he waves her off.
“Zora, please.”
“I'm just kidding,” she laughs, finishing off her slice.
“So, is there a romantic relationship in the cards for you and me?” Leon asks, staring at her smiling face.
“I think you already know the answer to that.”
“Yeah, but I wanna be correct. Leave no room for what I think.”
“Yeah, it's in the cards. A couple cards away, but it's there.”
“Good to know.” He says, sitting back against the cushions and patting the space beside him.
She obliges, dusting her hands off on her sweats and crawls into his side, smiling to herself as he wraps his arm around her.
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
A little more prepared for their sleepover this go round, she'd packed her toothbrush, along with every other hygiene product she'd need once she'd woken up.
The first time, she woke up alone cause she didn't wanna change his routine, just cause she was sleeping over. But, this morning, she was definitely still wrapped up in his arms.
Not having to work another eight hour shift, she was also able to indulge in the breakfast he'd promised her.
And man, was it delicious.
“Mm! I might just keep you around.” She jokes, making him chuckle and pour another line of syrup on her waffles.
“Would you like some coffee, beautiful?” He asks.
“Yes, please. Light on the sugar.”
“You're sweet enough, huh?” He quips, making her nose wrinkle up.
“That was so corny, but so cute.” She giggles as he shakes his head, beginning to move around his kitchen.
“Cream?”
“Just a splash.” She answers, digging back into her fluffy eggs. Also eyeing the way his back muscles were flexing underneath his dark t-shirt.
Her gaze raises up to his handsome face once he turns back around with a mug in his hand to sit in front of her. She graciously thanks him.
“I haven't brushed my teeth yet, stop trying to kiss me.” She snorts, watching him slyly lean onto the counter for the third time.
“I don't care about your morning breath, girl. Gimme them syrupy lips.” He says, leaning a little further in than he had.
Rolling her eyes, she meets the rest of the way for a couple sweet kisses, pulling away once she feels herself starting to slip.
“See? Trouble.”
“I'm the good kind, though.”
“Yeah, I'll be the judge of that.”
“Alright.” He leans up from the counter. “Spend the day with me.”
“I thought you had to work.”
“I just took off.” He shrugs.
“You can't just do that.”
“You let me worry about that.”
“Leon…” she eyes him, still eating her food.
“Come on, you know you love my company just as much as I love yours. We can go on another picnic or something.”
She sighs, as if she's really trying to put up a fight.
“Come on…” he pleads again with puppy eyes, reeling her all the way in.
“Okay, okay. I'll spend the day with you.”
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
Finding a perfect patch of grass behind a big oak tree, the pair spread the green blanket out and placed the wooden picnic basket in the center, before sitting down.
“Do you like picnics because I like them?”
“Yes and no,” he smiles. “My mama used to take me and Eryn on ‘em all the time. We'd feed the ducks the food we'd have left over. We'd play til the sun fell from the sky. For a single mama, it was a great way to tire us out.”
She laughs at the last part, relating heavily. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dragging you out here and you secretly hated it or something.”
“Nah, no worries. I'm a nature boy, sometimes.” He says, handing her the strawberry soda she'd asked him to pick up, when he ran into the convenience store on the way here.
“Sometimes,” she repeats, popping open the container that holds a double decker with bacon that he'd also taken the time to make for them to indulge in.
“Mm, this looks so good!”
“My world famous sandwich, girl. It is good.” He firms, making her raise a brow and take a bite, immediately agreeing with him.
Handing her a napkin, he smiles and bites into his own sandwich, mumbling that he told her so.
Letting him have his moment, she looks out at the scenery before them, falling in tune with the sounds of the birds chirping high up in the trees above their heads.
All the while, Leon took the time to marvel at the beauty that Zora is, again.
As always, if someone gave him the chance, he'd convince them that she was otherworldly.
Even dressed down in another one of his t-shirts and her own shorts, with her hair tied up, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
As soon as she turned to look at him, he dropped his gaze back to his food, but she'd already caught him.
“Usually, I'd tell you that staring isn't polite, but…”
“But, what?”
She sighs, chewing on her lip. “I like the way you look at me.”
Another raised brow from him makes her drop her gaze too, as they both laugh.
“You're a goddess, Zora. One can't help but look at you.” He says, making her heart skip a beat.
A goddess?!
The smile that creeps across her face is one he'd never seen before.
“You are so sweet, Leon.”
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
Zora talked him into coming back to her place after a sudden downpour cut their picnic short.
“You wanna smoke?” She asks.
His animated gasp makes her squint in his direction.
“What??”
“You're a hoodlum, too! I'm ashamed.” He taunts.
She scoffs. “I am not a hoodlum!”
“Yes you are!” He says with a laugh, even reaching out to push her a little.
She swats him away, laughing, herself. “Okay, fine. I'll keep my mary jane to myself.”
“Now, now… I didn't decline your offer.” He says, earning an eye roll.
“I told you, ima kick you out.” She faux warns, getting up from the couch to retrieve her stash.
“I was just playin’, Zora-Jean!” He calls after her, reveling in the giggle she tried her damndest to hide.
Returning with a bright orange box, she plops back down beside him and pops it open.
“Ooh, official!” He teases some more, making her playfully shake her head.
Rolling a blunt in record timing and earning another whistle from Leon, she sparks it, takes a puff or two and passes it to him.
“Your landlord cool with you smoking?” He asks, taking a puff anyway.
“Yeah, he might be in love with me too,” she shrugs, catching the scrunch in his brows.
“Damn, girl. What you be doin’ to these men??”
She laughs, shrugging again. “Nothing. My mama said my aura is red and it draws people near. Whether I want them to be near or not, apparently.”
“Red is sensuality, right?”
“Mmhm.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” He nods, puffing again before passing it back to her.
“Do tell.” She says, pulling a little harder.
“Sensuality is like your middle name. You're fiery as hell, fine as hell. I'm sure these men are out their minds over you. Hell you drive me outta my mind, too.”
She cheeses, before she can stop herself.
“Do I, now?”
“We've spent the last three days together on a whim, Zora. Yes, you have been driving me crazy and I like it. I like you. A lot.”
“I like you too, Leon. A lot.”
The haze in their smiles grows as they continue to pass the blunt back and forth, til it turns to ashes in her equally bright ashtray.
“So, I know you're not as innocent as you say you are.”
“Wha– why you say that?”
“Cause, every man has their secrets. What else did you and Candy get into, way back when?”
He chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face. “You sure?”
“Is it that bad??”
“I'll let you be the judge of that.” He mocks her earlier words.
“Lord have mercy. Go ahead.”
“Well, Candy was what you call an exhibitionist. So we'd find ourselves in places we shouldn't have been, doing things we shouldn't have been doing. If you catch my drift.”
Zora was actually shocked, note the way her jaw partially dropped. Leon just smiles and shakes his head.
“Y'all had sex in public places? What a slut!” She cracks, making him laugh.
“Wow, I've never been called that before. But, yes we did. We got caught a couple times too. I'm still banned from the autozone down the block.”
That makes her fully crack up.
“What??”
“Poor man was just tryna change the oil and Candy decided it was a good idea to give me head near the side of the building. That man's eyes ‘bout popped out of his head.”
“That is ridiculous!”
“Yeah, that was us. Ridiculous!”
“What else??”
“Let's see… amusement parks, clean public bathrooms, we did in an elevator once… hotel balconies with a small audience. A stairwell, you name it.”
“I knew you were a freak.”
“Hey, I just tried to keep her happy.”
“Sounds like it! Did she make you happy too, or did you just go along with everything?”
“Uh, a mixture of both maybe?” He shrugs. “I don't know, it got tiring after a while, and exploring other things about our relationship wasn't as fun for her. I'm guessing that's why she left me.”
“I'll refrain from calling her what I want to… but you deserved better, anyway. Sex isn't the only fun aspect of a relationship.”
“Yeah, but we were also in college and nobody cared about building foundations and shit. It was all party this and party that. Fuck here, fuck there.” He shrugs, letting his long arm rest along the back of the couch.
“Well, at least it was fun while it lasted right?”
“Yeah, while it lasted.”
“I can relate.”
“You was butt naked in a stairwell, too??”
“No, that was just y'all.” She laughs. “But, before my ex decided to start his “I hate Zora” campaign, we had fun too.”
“Sucks when people turn, huh?”
“Boy, does it. But, maybe they weren't the right people.”
“You becomin’ a believer over there, huh?”
“Shut up,” she drags out, allowing him to pull her closer to his warm body.
The rain is still coming down.
“Was I too far away?”
“Yeah, it's like you be runnin’ from me or sumn.”
“No running,” she shakes her head, falling right back into those lethal kisses of his.
“I make you nervous?” He asks, still pecking her lips.
“The good kind,” she answers, rubbing the scruff of his beard.
“Butterflies?”
“Angry bees,” she corrects, making them both laugh.
“Be my girlfriend, Zora-Jean.”
“Okay.”
“Really?” He asks, the smile on his face making those angry bees swarm mad in her belly.
“Yeah,” she leans back in to kiss him. “Really.”
A triumphant laugh leaves him as he hugs her closer, their hazy kisses resume.
Wait, wait,” she pulls away to meet his confused expression.
“What?”
“I'm the girlfriend that keeps clothes.” She pulls on the collar of her shirt.
“Aw, this is my favorite shirt, though!”
“Ohh, that's too bad!”
Ch 8
@blowmymbackout @soufcakmistress @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @thegifstories @blackerthings @twistedcharismaaa @nayaxwrites @abeautifulmindexposed @cecereads209 @harmshake
129 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alone || Jailbreak
Previous
Laura had opened the door of her cell only a little while after putting her in there.
She put down a paper plate, a sandwich on it, she also put down a glass of orange juice.
"What's in that?" Natalia asked.
"Why, you allergic to something?" She remarked.
Natalia hesitated before nodding.
"...Nuts."
Laura scoffed.
"Seriously?"
Natalia's face didn't change.
"You're good. Really. You saw what just happened, I'm not tryna kill you."
"Thanks." She muttered. "For out there."
"That was nothing to do with you, I saw an opportunity and I took it. You'd be smart to do the same, could be stood where I am, instead of sat where you are."
"Thanks for the food." She took the sandwich, looking away from the woman.
Laura exhaled, shaking her head as she stood up, leaving the cell and shutting the door, submerging her in darkness.
Some time had passed when she heard someone outside her door, she waited in anticipation when a note was slid under.
She took it, reading it.
Go now. Was written on it, nothing else.
She didn't know if she could trust this, but she didn't have any other options.
She waited a moment, before slowly opening the now unlocked door.
Checking the empty hallway, Natalia ran down it, she was able to map out the place from her walks with Laura, she knew the main exit, so she simply had to find another without getting caught.
She had walked down one corridor in particular, she hadn't seen this area before, well, she wasn't sure, they looked all the same.
She could hear people talking, when she went to take a step back, a hand grabbed a hold of her waist, the other covered her mouth as she let out a muffled yelp.
She was pulled into a room, pressed against the door.
When Natalia looked up at her attacker, her heart stopped as she met the blue eyes of Daryl.
"Oh... oh my god!" She whisper yelled, throwing her arms around him, he hugged her back, dropping his head in the crook of her neck as she pet his hair.
She pulled away, wiping at her eyes as she cupped his face, taking him in again before kissing him hard.
"I missed you, so much." She wept, keeping as quiet as possible. "I missed you so much, baby, I'm so sorry, I love you, so, so much." She hugged him again.
"Come on, get you outta that ugly dress." He pulled away, picking up a random shirt.
He was already out of the grubby outfit, in random clothes, that definitely were not his style, he was wearing a T-shirt and plaid, for Christ's sake.
Natalia pulled the straps off as he put the head hole of the shirt over her head, letting her put her arms through the holes as the dress fell around her waist, he then passed her a random pair of pants, that she had to fold at the waist, on account of them being too big.
Once she was dressed, with a jacket on, he sat down on the leather chair, grabbing two jars of spread, avoiding the peanut butter.
"No, I already ate." She told him, sitting on his lap as she brushed his hair back, when he tried giving her one of the open jars.
He grunted in response, trying to put it in her hands anyway.
"No, really. After what happened out there.... Laura thought she'd make it back up to me, eat up, Daryl."
His arm around her waist tightened as he thought about everything the Saviours had put her through, but he ate the contents of the jar.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He said so quietly, she could barely hear him.
"Daryl, don't." Natalia told him, lifting his chin so she could face him. "Nothing that happened was because of you, I got us into this, what they did to you..." She trailed her thumb across his cheek, over the bruises and cuts, from when they beat him. "What matters now is that we're together, and we take these fuckers out, all of him, we're going to kill him, I know Rick, he has a plan, we're gonna fight back, but we need to get out of here."
He nodded, looking down.
They could hear the voices outside still, but it was time to go.
Natalia got off of Daryl, lacing her fingers with his as he stood up, grabbing a hat off of a line, he then looked at the board full of wooden figures, flipping it, the little figurines crashing to the floor, he squeezed Natalia's hand as they fled the room, running down a hallway.
Daryl stopped at another door, pulling Natalia back.
A group of Saviours were in one of the rooms, they were hanging out as loud music played.
Once it was clear they hadn't been spotted, he pulled her along.
They had reached a trolley full of metal bars, he grabbed one in his free hand.
The pair reached a door, leading to outside, where all the bikes were stored.
Daryl ran to one, his bike. Natalia was still right behind him.
"What the hell." They looked up, Fat Joey was eating a sub, staring at the two. "Woah. Woah." He put his hands up in surrender. "Its cool, I swear. Buddy, you and your girl can walk right out that back gate there, and I won't say anything to anybody." He pleaded his case, as Daryl inched towards him, Natalia watched in silence. "I'm supposed to be there now, but, listen, I'm... I'm just trying to get by, just like you, and her. Please."
Daryl hit the man over the head with the pipe, knocking him to the ground, he continued to smash his head in.
"Daryl." Jesus had arrived out of nowhere.
"Daryl, Daryl stop." Natalia told him.
He didn't, he continued hitting the man.
Natalia walked towards him, when he had stopped, looking at what he'd done.
She touched his back, taking the pipe out of his hand, dropping it to the ground.
"Daryl, Natalia." Jesus repeated.
Daryl had spotted something on the man, bending down and grabbing Ricks colt python.
"It ain't just about gettin' by here." Daryl said. "It's about gettin' it all."
He walked back to his bike, pulling Natalia away from Fat Joey.
"I got the key. Let's go." He told her, starting the bike as she got on the back.
"Get to Hilltop." Jesus told them, "It's why I came for you both."
"What about you?" Natalia asked him.
"I'll be right behind you, get out of here."
That was enough for Daryl as he drove out the gates, away from the Sanctuary and towards the Hilltop.
When they had got to Hilltop, it was Kal who had opened the gates for them, letting them into the community.
As soon as Daryl had stopped the bike, Natalia jumped off it, running towards the three women that had saw them come in.
"Oh my God!" She yelled, running into the arms of Maggie, hugging her tightly, but not too tight. "I... I thought you were- You're okay, the baby, how's the-"
"Fine, baby's fine, perfectly healthy" Maggie told her, "I'm glad you're here, you're both safe." She hugged Daryl as Natalia embraced Sasha in a hug, then Enid.
Jesus meant it when he said he'd be right behind them, turning up straight after.
"Let's get you two washed up, and in actual clothes." Sasha told them, leading them towards where the three women were staying, in Jesuses home.
"How many times are your jeans folded over?" Enid asked.
"About four, still a bit loose." Natalia answered.
The three women gave them some privacy so they could get clean and dressed.
Once they were ready, and out of the clothes they had stolen, and in outfits that actually suited the pair, and fit, Maggie and Sasha had led them to two graves.
Natalia knew who these belonged to, her friends, the ones Negan had told her he killed because of her.
On top of each grave, sat twin darts, the darts Natalia had handed out to her family in the train cart.
"I thought I was the only one who still carried mine." Sasha shared when Natalia knelt down, touching them. "Turns out, all of us did."
Daryl joined her on the ground, his hand on her back as they mourned their friends, she let the tears roll down her cheeks silently.
"We're going to avenge them." Natalia promised. "That mother fucker is going to die, I assure you."
"I know. He has to, it's what they deserve." Maggie nodded, her voice was harsh as she stared at the gave of her late husband.
Glenn was a beautiful, kind and pure soul, he never wanted any of this, he only wanted peace, and for his family to be safe and well, and to raise his child with the wife he found himself the luckiest man to have.
Abraham was a fighter and a loyal friend, he did everything in his power to protect his people, no one had missed how he made himself big, looked as much as a threat as possible to Negan, so that he would choose him.
And the asshole didn't even care to say their names, that's what made Natalia angry, he had killed them, regardless of who they were, what they had done for others, the lives they had, how much they meant to the people around them, reduced them to nothing but numbers.
Dinner had gone and passed, the people of Hilltop were settling down as dusk was approaching, Jesus showed the pair where they could stay for the night, in a real bed.
"He didn't do anything." Natalia had said, they were both layed down on the bed, beside each other, it was late, they were soaking up the comfort of being together, after so long apart.
Daryl didn't respond, but he did glance at her.
"Everything he did, they were just words, mostly, I think, to get a rise out of you. He never touched me or...anything."
"He actually ask you to marry him?" He asked, subconsciously running his fingers up and down her arm.
Natalia sat up, looking down at him.
She closed her eyes as she nodded.
"I woke up in one of the cells, all my weapons were gone, was just in... I was brought to one of the rooms, wanted to talk to me, made it look like some fucking date. Told me it was all my fault." Her lip quivered as she spoke, her voice coming out croaky. "All of it, said it was because of me, then he proposed it, said that he'd make my life better, he'd keep you around, just for me, so... I couldn't." She shook her head as he sat up, tangling his fingers in her head, hugging her to him. "I thought about it, when he said it, I told him to go to hell, he said he'd ask again in a few days, see if I changed my mind, I was thinking it over, for us, for you, so you'd be safe, so they wouldn't... I can't take seeing you hurt, that woman, Sherry, she told me to, she was married to Dwight, right?"
Daryl nodded.
"But I knew I couldn't go through with it, would never do that to you, even if it cost me my life."
"I know." He muttered. "Wasn't your fault. None of it."
"The only person I could ever see myself marrying... is you." She looked at him, confused with herself for confessing that, she'd never even thought about it before.
"Don't mean that." he looked away, knowing that her mind was all over the place, there was so much going on.
"No, I think I do. Daryl, I wanna marry you." Natalia moved to sit on top of him. "We're going to war, one that we might not make it out of."
"Nat, don't say that." He told her, placing his hands on her hips. "We will."
"Maybe, but we might not, and if I die, I wanna die as your wife, I love you Daryl Dixon, you're the only man I wanna spend the rest of my days with, by each others side, call me clingy, but I never wanna leave you, ever again."
"I love you." He squeezed her hips. "But you don't wanna marry me, I ain't gonna be a good husband."
"You will, because you're who I want, its not gonna change us, I don't need you to act any different, you're perfect. I'm serious, I want to get married, we have no idea what's going to happen, but this, I'm certain about."
Daryl nodded, thinking about it.
"Told you before, I'm gonna give you whatever you want."
"But, I only wanna do this if you do, if you don't, you can say no, I don't wanna force you into anything."
Daryl let out a snort.
"What?" Natalia asked, going to get off of him, but he kept her there.
"Been planning it for a while." He told her.
"What?"
"Back on the road, before we met Aaron, I went off to go hunt, found these two walkers, both were wearing rings, it's stupid." He shook his head.
"No, go on, what?" Natalia, pushed her hair back, leaning forward, wanting to hear what he was trying to say.
"I took 'em, I was thinking of you, about finding the balls to actually talk to you, you know, like this, never thought it would actually happen, but I took them anyway, all three rings, carried them with me, every day since I found 'em. Told you it was stupid."
"It's not, it's not stupid, I was just too blind to realise, but I know that I love you, now. You're mine." She cupped his face, kissing him hard, he kissed back, both had a lot of time to catch up on, with one another.
Eventually, she pulled away, breathlessly.
"Where are they now, the rings?" She asked him, pushing his hair back.
"That room we were in, back there. Was Dwight's, prick had them sat on his table, took all my shit. Got 'em back, though."
Daryl rolled over, reaching for his jeans whilst she was still atop of him.
He grabbed what he was looking for, having them in his closed fist.
Natalia held her breath as she waited for him to reveal them to her.
"We ain't gotta have a wedding or nothing, right?" He asked her.
"Fuck no." She scoffed. "This is what I want, I want you, Daryl. But maybe we can get Gabriel to officiate it after all this."
"We ain't religious."
"Yeah, but so it's like legal and stuff."
"Nah, Merle told me once, weddings are all cause of Capitalism, all that craps bullshit."
"Merle said that?" Natalia remarked.
"Yeah."
"Babe, Merle said it and it being true are two separate things."
"He knew stuff." He said, sounding insulted.
"Are we doing this or not?" They were getting offtrack.
Daryl opened his fist, displaying the rings.
"Ain't much, something though." He shrugged.
"No, they're perfect." She whispered, looking at the simple silver bands, then the beautiful diamond encrusted engagement ring, it wasn't too big or flashy, which she appreciated, it didn't look delicate either. "I can't believe you thought about marrying me before even asking me out." She laughed.
"Shut up." He pinched her side with his free hand.
"You're adorable Daryl Dixon." She cupped his face again, smiling wide as she pecked his lips. "Go on, ask me."
"Why? You're the one who brought it up." He pointed out.
"Because, we're having some semblance of tradition."
"Alright, fine. Natalia Moore will you marry me?" He asked, sounding bored, but she could feel his heartbeat, telling her he felt the exact opposite.
"Hm, let me think about it." She put her finger to her lips, tapping it.
He pinched her side again.
"I guess, yeah, I do." She smiled giddily.
He took a hold of her left hand, sliding the diamond ring on her finger.
"Damn, If I knew we were doing this, I woulda got my nails done." She commented.
"Can you stop?" He looked up at her.
"Alright, alright, next part, I'm already bored of being engaged." She teased, pecking his lips again.
"Jesus, woman." He sighed, but he loved her antics, but he wasn't about to encourage her by admitting that.
Daryl placed a band in her palm, keeping the other one for himself.
"Wait." Natalia halted, getting off of him and walking to the table across the room.
She picked up a notepad and a biro, walking back and straddling his waist again, bunching the covers up around her.
"What are you doing?" He asked as she wrote on the paper, hiding it from him.
"One sec." She told him, finishing it. "Here." She turned the pad around.
In bold letters at the top of the page, she had wrote. MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE
She had also wrote out the other stuff, making lines for each person to sign.
"Sign here." She told him, passing the pen.
He did, in his messy chicken scratch handwriting.
Daryl Dixon
"You don't have a middle name?" She asked him.
"No, first and last is enough." He replied.
"Oh..." She took the pen back, flipping the pad to face her, so that she could sign her name, which he snatched up to read.
Natalia Isabelle Moore
"Isabelle?" He scoffed.
"It was my grandmas name." She furrowed her brows. "Fuck, do you know what day it is?"
"Think it's been a week since Evie's birthday." He looked up, trying to think as well, considering they had both been locked up in a cell for who knew how long.
"I'll leave that until tomorrow..." She decided, dropping the pad on the floor.
Daryl took her hand again.
"Natalia Isabelle Moore, will you be my wife?" He asked.
She giggled, kissing him one more time, before answering.
"I do." She replied, as he slipped the band on her finger. "Daryl Dixon, will you do me the honours of being my husband."
"Yeah, I do." His free hand entwined in her hair again, as he looked up at her, as if she was the most beautiful thing to grace the earth, which, to him, she was.
Natalia slipped the other band on his finger, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him more passionately than ever.
"That make me Mrs Natalia Dixon, now?" She asked, the biggest smile he'd ever seen, on her face.
"You marry me just to get back at him?" Daryl replied, though he didn't fully think that.
Natalia tapped her chin before replying.
"Can't get a divorce." She said. "No take backsies. Wanna fuck now?"
"Really?" His eyes went wide as he adjusted himself under her.
"Obviously, it's our wedding night after all." She told him, lifting her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.
"Anything you want, Mrs Dixon." He pulled her forward, by the back of her head, kissing his wife.
He trailed kisses down her jaw, then her throat, reaching her chest as she leaned her head back, revelling in the sensation.
"Missed these." He rasped, his lips grazing across her left breast, palming the right.
Natalia supported herself with one hand, massaging his scalp with the other.
"Fuck, baby, I missed you, so much." Natalia sighed contently, then pulled his face towards her by his jaw. "But I need you inside me, like, now."
"Yes Ma'am." He nodded, as she pulled his shirt off, over his arms.
She reluctantly got off him as she took her pants off, him kicking off his own, before she climbed back on.
She grabbed his hand, directing it to her heat as she straddled his stomach, running her nails down his chest.
He did what he knew she loved, putting pressure on her clit as he circled her walls, it was already soaking, ready for him.
She reached behind herself, his dick was rock hard for her, she ran her thumb over his tip, his hips jerked as he let out a hiss.
"Ready?" Natalia whispered.
He grunted in response, jerking his hips up again.
"Yeah, need ya, baby." He was almost breathless.
She lifted her hips, her knees holding her up as she grabbed a hold of him again, lining up with her entrance.
Natalia lowered herself on his dick, she bit her lip as she attempted to suppress her moan.
His hands clamped down on her waist, his fingertips bruising her skin.
She threw her head back as she rolled her hips.
"Feels so good." She murmured, her hands rested on his bare chest. "No one else can make me feel like this, only you."
"You're perfect." He groaned, thrusting his hips again, not being able to help it, as she clenched around him.
Natalia continued to roll her hips, before she was comfortable enough to lift herself up, coming back down.
She had managed to find a rhythm, though it hadn't gone unnoticed by the man as he picked up on the feeling of her grinding her own name with her hips, it almost sent him to orbit, knowing this woman was now his wife, that she was willing to die than give him up, he didn't think it was possible that anyone could ever love him as much as she did.
He was completely in love with her, he didn't even know it was possible before he met her, and he'd be dead before ever leaving her side again, ever letting anyone hurt her, she was his wife and he was her husband.
When they had came, she had made sure they did it together, reaching their climax in harmony.
She let out a whine as her walls clenched around him, seeing stars by how tightly shut her eyes were.
It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.
He kissed her as he emptied inside of her tight, warm walls, the kiss was aggressive, their teeth clashed as they clawed at each other, not being able to get enough of the other person.
Natalia rested her forehead against Daryl's her chest raised and fell as she caught her breath, he was doing the same.
"I love you." She whispered. "Daryl Dixon."
"Love you, Natalia Dixon." He smirked, pulling back so he could kiss her head.
The next day, more people had arrived.
Jesus had went with them as they headed to the gates.
Rick, Michonne, Tara, Carl and Rosita were stood there, talking to Maggie.
When Rick had spotted them, he ran over, so had the others.
Natalia ran past him, towards Michonne, who was coming at her.
She tackled the woman to the ground, both falling as they laughed, hugging each other tightly as they rolled on the dirt.
"I missed you." Natalia told her.
"I missed you more."
"Not possible."
"Carl, get in this." Michonne told the boy as they sat up, both gesturing for him to join the hug.
Which he did, getting to his knees and hugging the two women tightly, laughing at their antics.
"Alright, come on, save some love for the rest of us." Tara told her.
She got off her best friends, hugging Tara, tightly, than Rosita.
"What happened?" She asked, looking at the fresh cut that had been stitched up, on the woman's face.
"Took a page out of your book, 'cept, I didn't succeed." She answered.
"Rosita, how I missed you." She hugged her again.
Finally, she pulled away, jumping into the arms of Rick, who hugged her tightly, swaying their bodies, kissing her head.
When he set her down, Daryl stepped toward his best friend again, handing him over the gun, his gun.
He checked the magazine, nodding at him in thanks.
Rick walked towards the house, the rest followed in his step.
They were going to fight, and they were going to win.
Next
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon smut#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#carl grimes#carol peletier#daryl fanfiction#glenn rhee#michonne#rick grimes#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x you#daryl dixion x reader#twd daryl x y/n#daryldixonalonetwd#darylxnatalia
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 11
“No but let’s talk about that lil act you put on back there at the jail. You been takin lessons from Jeffrey Stalen?”
“Yea maybe if I become a professional actor we would finally have enough money to help Dutch with whatever plans he has”
You and Arthur were hunting to find some food and so far you only caught a raccoon.
“Hey Arthur there goes a deer. Whoever kills it first has to skin it. Deal?”
“Yer on”
You took out your rifles and aimed. You hit it in its side but Arthur got its neck immediately killing it.
“Hunting rule number 1: Always aim for the neck or head” Arthur explained.
“I thought the first rule was to stay quiet and low so that they don’t notice you?”
“Less skinning and more talking”
You skinned the deer and stowed it on your horse, Cilly. You and Arthur decided it was a good idea to take its skin to armadillo and get it sold off before taking the meat back to camp.
When y’all got to armadillo you entered the general store and sold the skin for 12 dollars.
“That’s a fancy gun you got there. I’ll give you 200 dollars for it” the cashier offered.
“Nah this belonged to my daddy. I ain’t selling it for nothing”
“Ok fine. 500 dollars”
Arthur stepped up “Didn’t you hear her? She said she ain’t sellin it” he growled.
The cashier stopped bothering you and sent y’all on your way with your money. You figured you could buy some new shoes with your money since your old ones had holes in them. Having weak shoes was bad. Water could enter in easily or if they got injured it could lead to an infection. Especially with the lifestyle you lived.
When you were about to go to the clothing store you felt a little hand slip inside your pocket. You turned around quickly and found a little boy try to run off with your 12 dollars.
“You little shit get back here!”
You and Arthur chased the little boy but he was too fast. Arthur shot just near his feet, barely missing them. The boy got startled and fell to the ground. You caught up to him and grabbed him by the collar.
“Damn brat where’s your mother?”
“I ain’t got one lady just turn me a loose!”
“No wonder you’re out here like this! Look at you. You’re face is all dirty and you smell like you ain’t bathed in days”
“I just needed some shoes”
“Hell you’d be better off using that money for a bath”
You hesitated for a bit before letting him go. But before he could run off again you grabbed him by the ear.
“Come on. You probably wouldn’t know what shoes to buy even if you did use my money”
“Hold on you gonna use your money to buy him shoes? You need some yourself don’t you?” Arthur said confused.
“This is just a little kid, he needs it more than me. What even is your name boy?”
“John Marston” the boy spoke up.
“Well John I think it’s time you learn some manners. You could’ve just asked me for the money instead of tryna steal it”
“How could I trust you? All the women at the orphanage were cruel. How do I know you’re not?”
“Because I don’t work at a damn orphanage!”
You dragged the boy named John into the clothing store and bought him some brand new shoes that fit him. When he tried them on, his dirty face lightened up a little.
“Now what do you say?”
“Thank you ma’am”
“Alright let’s go already people are waiting on us” Arthur said getting impatient.
“Alright. Stay outta trouble ya hear?”
You turned back and headed outside for your horses. When you approached the hitching area you felt a little hand tug at your clothes. It was John again.
“You uhh.. you got a place?”
“Yea but it ain’t for you so scram” Arthur said shooing him.
“Oh come on Arthur. I’m sure Hosea wouldn’t mind bringing another kid”
“Yea but Dutch would. Hell we got enough people to feed as is”
“I ain’t gonna cause no trouble. I’ll help out”
“What can you do?”
“You can just teach me whatever. Like how to use a gun and ride a horse. I’ve always wanted to be a gunslinger”
“This life ain’t easy kid. Go back to yer orphanage and stay there”
“What makes you think life at the orphanage was any easier? I don’t care what I gotta do just let me be in your gang”
Arthur sighed and held out his hand for John to grab onto and helped him onto his horse.
“Well kid one things for sure. I’m gonna have to teach you how to pickpocket better. If you go around using that technique you tried to use with me you’ll surely run into a much meaner person” you explained to the young boy.
You and Arthur rode back to camp with your game and John on the back. When you got off you presented your contributions.
“Well everyone we got deer, raccoon, and a little pickpocketing brat we can cook too” Arthur explained. John looked stunned. “Oh didn’t we tell ya? We’re a group of cannibals” John screamed trying to run away but Arthur caught him too fast.
Annabelle stepped out of her tent. “Well what do we have here? Who’s this little boy?”
“His name is John Marston and Arthur thought it was a good idea to try and scare him by making him think we’re cannibals”
“Now why would you go and do that? Arthur let him go” Arthur let him go and John backed away from him. “It’s ok John, Arthur here was just tryna spook ya. I swear we’re good people. You must be an orphan huh?” Annabelle tried to calm him.
“Yes” John answered still a little spooked.
“My name is Annabelle and this is Bessie. I see you already met Arthur and y/n.”
“Yes. She bought me a new pair of shoes”
“See? What cannibal would do that? You come here and we’ll get you washed up and something to eat”
“No! I ain’t taking a bath!”
“See Annabelle we can’t keep him here! He’ll give us tuberculosis or something” Arthur exclaimed.
“Oh hush up. I heard you was the same way when you joined the gang so I don’t wanna hear it!”
You snickered to yourself and it shut Arthur up.
Annabelle lead John to the table and Bessie got him something to eat.
-
John met the rest of the gang and settled in quickly. Dutch suggested he sleep with you and Arthur until he got his own tent.
“Ok John here are the rules. This bedroll is only big enough for two people so you’re just gonna have to squeeze yourself in there. We used to have a cot but it got lost in a fire. I’m not pointing any fingers but just know that it was caused by a certain cowboy with brown hair and blue eyes. With a black hat with a string tied around it to be more specific” you said glaring directly at Arthur. He just flipped you off.
You all squeezed yourself into the bedroll and layed there uncomfortably. It was John on the left, Arthur on the right, and you in the middle
“Stop hogging all the sheets you guys” John said.
“You’re just a kid you’ll be alright” Arthur objected.
“But you got more meat on you. You can heat yourself up better”
“Too bad. You’re the one who wanted to come with us so stop complaining”
….
“Oh my god who farted?!”
“Wasn’t me” John and Arthur said simultaneously.
“Well it was one of you”
“Maybe it was you and you were just tryna cover it up” John said
“I don’t care who did it just fess up”
“If you don’t care who did it why don’t you just leave the tent and sleep outside? You’re the only one complaining”
“Because I don’t wanna sleep out there it’s cold as hell”
“God it smells like beans”
“Did you eat beans today John?”
“No… y/n?”
“What?”
“Arthur has been really quiet”
“So you were just gonna sit there and say nothing?”
“I thought you and John were gonna fight about it until one of you left the tent and the problem would be fixed” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
“Well this his how we fix the problem” you pushed Arthur out.
“You think I’m just gonna sleep out here in the late autumn? You can’t do me like this y/n”
“Make a fire or something. Remember when I first joined and I had to sleep in your tent while you slept outside with no complaints?”
“That was a long ass time ago. Besides I’m more civilized now”
You just zipped the tent back up as aggressively as you could to resemble a door shutting in his face.
“Y/n! Y/n! Please it’s cold and dark out here! Oh fuck this I’m just gonna sleep in the wagon”
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The One Who Didn't Like You, Pt. 1
Dennis (Split) x reader
Description: You like Dennis, but Dennis has never liked you. One bad day makes you bold and you try to tease him, but his reaction is not what you expected...
Warning(s): Angst, arguing, cursing, sexual/suggestive content
Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with Kyle from Food City? Or Jace from high-school band? Or Louis from Tinder? No, you had to catch feelings for the person least interested in you. Miss Patricia said that was wrong, she seemed to think he tolerated you more than he did. Jade and Barry shared the sentiment, albeit a bit more dramatically, they tried to tell you he was completely definitely in love with you. Kevin even argued that he must have some feelings for you. And Hedwig, well Hedwig kept asking if you could name your kids after him. You hadn’t talked to many of the others about it, you weren’t as close with them. However, even with people whose opinions you would usually trust without thought assuring you that Dennis did not find you disgusting, you were utterly unconvinced.
Dennis was a refined, intelligent, put together man. He probably preferred a woman more along the lines of those standards. You did not fit that image. Your dismissal of Dennis’s alleged feelings were not solely based on your insecurities, however. As comfortable as you were with everyone from Patricia to even the Beast and all the personalities in between, you had never been able to create a connection between yourself and Dennis. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you used to always try to talk to Dennis when he was around. He wasn’t rude to you by any means, you could just tell that he was uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, answered quickly, and never initiated a conversation. At first you thought maybe you had an unevenly buttoned shirt, or a stain on your jeans, that maybe his OCD was the reason for his discomfort. However, no matter how you dressed or meticulously inspected yourself it was never enough.
You couldn’t believe you had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn’t as if you were in love when you first met him, though you couldn’t lie, seeing his body language and expressions did make you fairly attracted to him. You had primarily only found him attractive for the longest time. Your infatuation didn’t start until one night when you had stayed over at their place. You were up very late, sitting in the kitchen and sipping on a glass of water. Dennis had heard when you tripped over your own pajama pants and fell outside his door. You hadn’t disclosed your reasoning for requesting to stay at their home, but it was clear something was bothering you. Dennis approached you slowly.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled.
“You alright?” he asked. He stayed a good distance away from you, not quite willing to sit beside you or even stand beside you.
You rubbed your eyes, hoping he would think the redness was from your hand and not your tears. “Yeah, fine.”
Dennis simply stared at you for a second before he turned around and left without a word. You almost burst into tears then, not sure what you had expected, but hoping for something more. It was a good thing you didn’t though, because mere moments later he returned. You couldn’t speak you were so shocked when he walked up behind you, placing a much too big for you sweater around your shoulders. The warmth you felt startled you, as you honestly hadn’t even realized you were cold. Dennis smoothed the shoulders down over you, pressing out all the wrinkles. It was because of his OCD, but in that moment it just felt like a tender touch.
“It’s my old one, you can have it. I know Kevin makes it pretty cold in here.” He rumbled, his low voice sending more shivers down your spine.
You barely mumbled a thank you as he left, staring wide eyed at his retreating back.
It was sad that this was what turned the tables for you, but now anytime you saw him you felt a rush of emotions; nervousness, attraction, longing… honestly it was embarrassing. From that moment on you were sure every interaction was different, at least in your head. You thought he looked at you with a slightly difficult look in his eye, but it was probably nothing.
Part of you hoped he wouldn’t be home tonight, but part of you hoped he would be. You had requested again to stay with them again tonight, and Jade had cleared it with you. As you wandered down the endless corridors to get to their home, you tried not to think too much about Dennis and just focus on the directions you’d memorized to get to them. Two rights and a left later and you stepped up to their main door, raising a fist to knock.
“Hold on a minute,” you heard Jade stumble to the door, checking when you heard a thud and a curse. The door swung open and Jade froze, expression shifting from a welcoming smile to a rather coy one. “Well hello, foxy lady,” she teased.
You flushed, pulling down your skirt. “Shut up,” You stepped by her, hanging your purse on the coat rack. “thanks again for letting me stay over… again,”
Jade ignored you, striding over and spinning you around to face her. She bit her lip, giving you a once over. “Well if you’re tryna catch his attention you’re definitely on the right track,”
“I’m not, shut up!” You were lying. You definitely picked out a pleated black and yellow plaid skirt with an oversized black off the shoulder sweater for a reason – and the lack of bra was also for a reason. It wasn’t too obvious, though. You weren’t that brave.
Jade was, though. She reached out and gave your boob a squeeze, laughing when you squealed and swatted her away. “What’s this for then?”
You tried to hide your smile. “I just felt like it.”
“Well I’m impressed but I’m not the one you’re trying to impress,” Jade giggled. “Sit down, I’ll start the movie.”
You flopped onto the couch, pulling your skirt down over your thighs. It was pretty short…
You had a bad day. A really bad day. Your roommate was a bitch but she charged low rates. On days when she was particularly bad you stayed over with Kevin and the alters. In your heated rush to pack your bag and head out you had made a rash decision. You were mad at your roommate and your landlord and some asshole on the freeway and when you thought of him, Dennis too. So you were going to make it hard for him to ignore you. You knew he had a thing for pleated skirts and obviously braless girls, Barry had made fun of his fashion taste enough in the past. You were gonna piss everyone off today. However, as you walked down the corridors your anger cooled, and you had begun to realize what you were wearing, just as you were now, sitting on the couch.
You couldn’t focus on the movie at all. You were too stressed that Dennis would take the light at some point tonight, or that Jade would convince him to. You didn’t think she noticed your discomfort. By the end of the movie you had wiggled your skirt so low it was hanging lower on your hips, and Jade was almost asleep. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.
“It’s late girl,” she stood, rubbing her eyes. “I’m gonna head to sleep.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully she’d go to sleep and nobody else would get the light, and if she didn’t you’d get to bed fast anyway. “Okay, I’ll go soon too.”
“Gnight, Y/N.” Jade mumbled, shuffling to her room.
You stayed there for a moment before finally getting up the energy to stand. You were tired too. You winced at your skirt’s waistband cutting into your hips. You glanced around the corner, making sure there was no sign of Jade before you pulled up your skirt. Geez, it barely covered your ass. You hoped you hadn’t flashed anyone on your way there…
You decided tonight you would grab yourself a glass of water first and then head to bed, so you grabbed your bag and made your way to the kitchen. You stood on your tippy toes and grabbed yourself a glass. You filled it with water and began to walk to your room, but, because you were ever a klutz, tripped over your own feet. Now thankfully you didn’t fall, but you did definitely drop the entire glass on the floor. You cursed. The glass somehow didn’t shatter, but did leave a rather large puddle and roll all the way under the table. You decided you would tackle the puddle first. You managed to soak most of it up with half a roll of paper towels pretty quickly, you just needed the glass. You knelt down, spotting it on the other side of the table. Shifting to your hands and knees you almost had to go completely under the table, but you did manage to grab it. Just as you grasped the glass, you heard a voice behind you.
“Fucking hell.”
You knew that voice anywhere. You cringed inwardly, scooting out from under the table and trying your best not to look at Dennis, who was undoubtedly disgusted by the mess he knew you just made. “Sorry, I dropped my glass… I cleaned it up, and the glass didn’t even break, see? I -"
You broke and looked up at him, but froze when you saw him. His expression was not one you had seen before. His fists were clenched and so was his jaw. His eyes were not on the damp floor or the unbroken glass, but on your skirt. You swallowed. Oh yeah, your skirt. You were just bent over in front of him. He had to be blind to not have seen all the way to your thong.
His chest heaved under his white night t shirt and you could tell his teeth were clenched as he spoke. “What… what are you doing?”
“I…” you swallowed, slowly standing up. “Cleaning up my mess…”
He wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He just stared at you, his face and body so tense it looked like he was fighting something. You pulled down your skirt a little, and his eyes darted down to it.
“Why are you wearing that? You never dress like this,”
“You know what I dress like?” you cringed inwardly. That was not the conversation you should be having. You didn’t know what conversation you should be having, but if wasn’t that.
“Yes, I’ve been around you and seen what you wear. It isn’t that.”
You felt a little offended by his attitude towards you. Usually he was passive, but right now he was being so aggressive. “Why does it matter? Maybe I had a date or I just thought I looked good,”
His expression changed. “Why did you have a date?”
“I didn’t,” you admitted, half wishing you’d have lied. “But I could’ve,”
“With who?”
You blinked. “Nobody, I just said -"
“You said you could have. You could have had a date with who?”
This was a strange conversation. You could almost, almost see jealousy in Dennis's eyes. So you made a decision. If you were wrong this would be the most embarrassing moment in your life, but if you were right…
You stepped forward, pulling your skirt back up on your hips. You noted his lingering gaze. “Dennis, why does that matter? If I want a date I will go get one. I have nobody pining over me or waiting for me so I have no reason not to. So if I want to pull up my skirt and take off my bra and go find somebody who thinks I’m beautiful and wants to take me home I will. I have nothing stopping me, do I?”
You were at a standstill. You wouldn’t speak until he spoke first. You felt triumphant, confident.
Then, Dennis turned to leave.
You watched in shock as he rounded the corner, all of your confidence draining. You were wrong. “Fuck you and fuck me,” you mumbled. Tears welled in your eyes. “Asshole.”
“What was that?”
You shook your head, grabbing your bag and stomping down the hallway with hi.. “I said fuck you and fuck me, you asshole.”
“Why?”
You stopped, spinning to face him. “Because you can’t be a normal person. You can’t just reject me or tell me you’re not interested, you just walk away. You walk away like your better than me and you are I guess but you don’t have to be such a fucking dick about it!”
“Reject you?”
“Yes, reject me. What you think I dressed like your fantasy chick and stare at you all the time? Because I’m interested in somebody else?”
Dennis looked stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. You felt your heart beat slow. You were at another standstill, but this time he was cemented in place.
“You didn’t know that?” you asked.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me?”
You felt your heart melt as his voice broke. You thought it had been obvious. “Because… you’re sweet, deep down. You’re protective, you care so deeply for Kevin and the others, you’re smart and eloquent … I love your accent, you’re so identifiable from the others, you’re handsome and brave… because you’re you, Dennis.”
Dennis had tears welled in his eyes, and he looked like he was assessing you, searching for a reason to doubt you.
You decided to take another risk. You walked to him slowly, giving him enough time to back away if he needed. You stopped right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat coming off of his body. You moved incredibly slowly, giving him even more time to back away, but he still didn’t. So you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. It took him a moment but to your surprise, he slowly wrapped his arms around you too. Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could feel it, but you could feel his too. His body was firm and warm and you never wanted to let go. You felt his breath on your ear as he nuzzled into you.
“Is this a rejection hug?” you mumbled.
“No,” Dennis’s chest rumbled as he spoke.
You squeezed him lightly, gently starting to stroke his back. It took him a moment, but you felt Dennis’s hand shakily, slowly lower. With one hand he played with the hem of your shirt, and with the other he gently rubbed the place your bra would be. You slid a hand under his shirt, letting it rest on his side and giving him permission to do the same.
His hand slid under slowly, just barely grazing your skin with his fingertips before he let himself lay his hand flat on your back. He shuddered as he felt up your bare back, imagining what was on the other side. You could feel his hesitation to touch you any further. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, but you were also scared of this being a one time thing. You loved him, this would be more than sex for you.
“Dennis?”
He retracted his hand, assuming he had crossed a line. “I’m sorry, I -"
“No no,” you grabbed his larger hand, holding it as best you could in yours. “If you want to take me into your bedroom and screw me and then pretend it never happened I can’t do that. I can’t get you for a night and never have you again, I want so much more with you. So tell me now, please.”
Dennis stared down at you as if you had three heads. “Nobody’s ever looked at me like you do,” he mumbled.
You flushed and looked away, focusing on his hand. He pulled it from your hand and instead engulfed yours with his. He gave it a squeeze. “Please don’t ever stop,” He said.
You couldn’t keep the smile that spread across your face off. You brought his hand to your cheek, pressing against him and closing your eyes. He released your hand and held your face for a moment before he moved again, threading his hand through your hair and cupping the base of you head. He watched you closely for any sign you wanted him to stop. You made sure not to give him any. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping again just before your lips touched. You stood up on your toes and pressed your mouth on his, your whole body electrifying. You’d fantasized about this for so long, and it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. He was perfect, the hand on the back of your neck firm hut not painful, his other hand traveling down your side and under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands first. He was finally yours to hold and squeeze and just touch. Your right hand cupped his jaw, loving the feel of him moving in the kiss. Your other hand mimicked his, under his shirt and feeling up his back. You moaned into his mouth and he gripped your hair along with your neck, and you squeaked when he pulled you forwards. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I… I want…” you couldn’t get the words out, or you couldn’t decide on them, you weren’t even sure.
He understood. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
...
This is part one, do we want a part two? I may have some smut on the way... lol I'm in such need for Dennis content I'm just writing it myself.
#split x reader#split#James McAvoy#split dennis#dennis#kevin wendell crumb#fandom#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#angst#x reader#oneshot#m night shyamalan#m. night shyamalan#james mcavoy x reader#part one
648 notes
·
View notes
Text
Introducing: Loire Ivy Porter
***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***
"Sav please get the hell out my face!” Avery yelled at him. He was standing at her side doing breathing exercises as if he were the one having a baby. She wasn’t even in active labor.
They were out shopping when her water broke and he’d been acting a damn fool. First, he had the nerve to still pay for all their stuff while everyone was looking at him crazy, then he stopped to get something to eat on the way to the hospital. If Avery wasn’t hungry too she would’ve beat him up.
“I’m tryna help ya fat ass!”
“Do it look like she comin’ right now? Call me fat again! Matter fact, get out! Don’t come back until Lake get here!”
“He said not to leave you.”
“What did I say?”
“Your word don’t trump his nigga, fuck outta here.” Sav moved her over and laid down. Avery wanted to elbow him right in the mouth. “You nervous?” he asked, rubbing her big stomach.
“A little bit, I didn’t have to do all this with River so I don’t know what to expect. Ivy and Haze said it wasn’t hard.”
“You doin’ it natural, right?”
“I’m gonna try.”
“You gon’ be good, A.”
“I just want her to make it out,” Avery said, sadly.
“A, she gon’ be fine. Don’t worry bout that shit.”
Sav and Avery talked just about everything so he already knew she was afraid to give vaginal birth for the first time. He constantly told her not to stress about it.
Lake walked in and Avery instantly relaxed. Everything automatically felt better and her confidence went up ten notches. He bent down giving her a kiss and if she wasn’t about to have his daughter she would’ve pulled him on top of her and went to town.
“Get the fuck out her bed nigga!”
“Oh now since you here, I ain’t shit no more,” Sav scoffed, getting up. “I’m the one that bought you some food.”
“After you stood in self-checkout while I was leaking fluid every damn where!”
“He did what?” Lake asked and Sav ran out of the room. “Told your ass not to leave the fuckin’ house anyway, you don’t listen.”
“Was River okay?” Avery asked, ignoring what he had to say. It already happened now.
“Yea, she told me to give you this.” Lake went to one of the bags he brought in with him and handed Avery their daughters favorite alien plush. She started tearing up. River didn’t like doing anything without it.
“She...she wanted me to have it?”
“Mhm.”
“She loves me.”
“Of course she loves you, A. What the fuck?”
“Don’t act like you don’t see how she treats me.”
“She just a Daddy’s girl, that’s all.” Lake held her hand giving it a gentle kiss. “This one gon’ be worst,” he said, and Avery started bawling making him laugh.
“You just wait until I get me a son. We gon’ leave all three of y’all in the dust!”
“Did I miss anything?” Oceana came barging in. “Oh no,” she rolled her eyes at Avery. “She still up in this heifer.”
“Should I get an epidural?”
“No,” Oceana answered with the quickness. Avery wasn’t even talking to her. “Babies are supposed to be born natural. I pushed Lake big ass out when I was seventeen. No medicine, no nothing. Get in beast mode and thug it out.”
“What do you think, Lake?”
“I want you to do whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Now tell me what you really think,” Avery said making him laugh.
“The shit can lower your blood pressure, pushing can be harder, increase you tearing, my baby can have muhfuckin’ respiratory problems--”
“Mhm,” Avery laughed. “There’s my husband,” she said, knowing Lake only wanted to make her feel better the first time. He always did his research on shit then talked about it with Ivy and Avery knew he did not want her to get an epidural but would support whatever she chose.
“Auntie is hereeeee,” Ivy sang gliding in smelling like lemons.
“You smell good,” Oceana said, sniffing her.
“That’s my new product I was in the process of creating.” Ivy went to Avery’s side. “How are you feeling sissy?” she asked rubbing her belly.
“Nervous.”
“We got this,” Ivy held her hand, kissing it. “Don’t you worry.”
After about three hours the contractions started to kick Avery’s ass. She was sweating profusely, and Ivy put her hair up in a bun.
“Breathe through it,” Ivy said, all in Avery’s face, breathing on her neck.
“Ivy, I love you so much, but please back up off of me.”
“Oh my bad,” Ivy laughed getting up from the bed. She had her feet propped up comfortable as ever.
Avery closed her eyes trying not think about the pain and uncomfortableness. She was worried about her daughter. Lake was on the phone constantly telling everybody not to come up there, but they were already on the way. They didn’t want a big fuss about the new baby. It was already a lot of pressure on Avery.
“Hello, how are we doing?” the doctor knocked before coming in. “Avery, I know we’ve talked about the—”
“Just a second,” Avery squeezed Lake’s hand letting a contraction pass. “Ohhh my God.”
“How was that contraction on a scale from one to ten? One being little to no pain, ten being extremely painful.”
“A seven.”
“That’s it?” Lake asked her. “A, don’t lie.”
“I’m not, it hurt but if they’re all going to be like that, I can take them.”
“How about we check your cervix, hm?”
“Nah, I checked, she only at four.”
Avery gave the doctor a tight smile. She could tolerate Lake doing it because his fingers were long, but her doctors were small, and that added unnecessary discomfort and pain. Plus, Ivy told her they weren’t necessary, and she could refuse them.
“Okay well…we’re monitoring your contractions; they are getting pretty close. The baby is vertex which we love to see, so I’ll be back to check on you in a little or if that little sweetie decides she is ready sooner.”
“Thank you,” Avery said, and the doctor nodded leaving. “Lake, help me turn on my side.”
Avery looked at the entire set up for her baby. Lake grabbed her hand seeing all the worry on her face.
“It’s gonna be fine. She gonna be fine.”
After about another hour, Avery’s contractions got worst and worst. The nurses came in getting prepared. Everything was happening so fast she started yelling for everybody to stop touching her.
“It’s okay,” Lake talked her through the panic.
“No, I’m scared,” Avery cried and even the nurses had the look of empathy. She wasn’t loud or anything, simply fright covered her face.
“I know but I’m right here and I got you. We almost there. Let’s get her out, okay?” Lake spoke so soft to her. Everyone looked at each other smiling witnessing such a tender display of affection from a father to the woman he put in this position.
“Okay but I can’t push like this. I don’t feel comfortable at all. It’s hurting me more.”
“Would you like to get on all fours?” the doctor suggested.
“I could try.”
“That’s her favorite,” Lake just had to add, and Avery hit him. Everybody was cracking up. He and Ivy helped her get into doggy position while a nurse took off her belly monitor.
“Oh wow, mom, we are fully effaced and dilated,” the doctor was surprised Avery wasn’t complaining of pain anymore. The position she was in definitely brought her much more relief. “When you’re ready, give me one big push.”
“Lake, help me!” Avery yelled, as if he could do anything for her. Everyone in the delivery room were trying their best not to laugh. Ivy pushed on her back a little thinking it was doing something and Lake looked at her like she was dumb.
Avery lowered her top half a bit, laying both hands flat on the bed and pushed as hard as she could. Loire slipped right out and fell into the doctor’s arms, everyone’s jaw dropped.
“Oh shit!” Ivy covered her mouth.
“Was that it? She came out? Lake was that her?” Avery looked at him and he stood stunned.
“Yea…yea, that was her,” he laughed. Lake cut their daughter’s connection to Avery.
“WHAT?”
“Mom, you did amazing!” the doctor exclaimed. The afterbirth fell out when Avery yelled what. Everybody was crying laughing. That was the easiest birth they’d ever seen.
Avery was helped turning back on her bottom. She watched Lake pick their daughter up while the nurses were in the middle of doing their job.
“Sir, we have to—”
“Wait a second,” Lake told them, he felt his chest tighten in disbelief that he created the beautiful little human in his arms. He put their crying baby girl on Avery’s chest, and she stopped instantly while sucking on her fist.
Avery had tears in her eyes because she felt accomplished. Everything that was a complaint deemed worthy that very second. Nine months of worry, an extra twenty pounds, kankles, heartburn, and bad acne were worth every single second.
“I don’t be thinkin’ I can love you more than I already do then you give me blessings like this.” Lake kissed her then their daughter. He watched her go through a tough time being pregnant and after the son they loss, he was grateful she even wanted to do this all over again.
“I’m happy to do it for you,” Avery said full of sincerity. She’d give her husband a million kids if that’s what he wanted. Anything good, Lake deserved it.
Once Avery was taken to recovery and Lake finally let the nurses do their job, everyone was getting to see the new addition. Avery was propped up in bed while Lake sat beside her with their daughter.
“Oh my goodness...” Chi smiled, standing over them. “Look at her...Lake spit that girl right in A coochie!”
“He did,” Sav laughed, getting a good look at his niece. “She look just like you bro.”
“What’s her name?” Wreck asked.
“Loire Ivy Porter,” Avery said, smiling at her sister who started tearing up. She didn’t know they would give Loire her name.
“Really?” Ivy bawled. “Y’all just doin’ too much today,” she said fanning herself. She kissed Avery then gave Lake one. “Can I hold her?”
“No,” Lake answered dead ass serious and they all were dying. He was starting with the shit already.
“Don’t feel bad,” Avery laughed. “I only got to hold her once.”
“Where did Oceana go?” Ivy asked, sitting on her bed. She tried to touch Loire’s mass amount of hair and Lake turned her away.
“To get me some food, I’m hungry.” Avery looked around realizing someone was missing. “Where is Dem?”
“He said he’ll come see y’all when you go home,” Sav said. “That bitch gettin’ on his nerves.”
Nicole was not Nicole to any of them. She was “That Bitch” most of the time. Avery turned her nose up at the mention of her. She couldn’t stand Nicole even more especially for what she was putting Dem through just to see his child.
“No comment.”
Everyone stayed for a while until Lake kicked them all out. Avery fell asleep and he sat in the dimly lit room holding what felt like everything. A few hours old and he could see himself all in Loire’s face too. It was weird staring at yourself in another human, something you created. He wondered if that’s how his dad felt when he was born. He pulled his phone out to call River. Vant answered but it was quickly snatched out of his hand.
“DADDY!” River screamed.
“Mommy had your baby sister.”
“I see!” River yelled with her face all in the camera. “I see Daddy!”
Lake flipped the camera around putting it on Loire and River really started tearing up. The phone looked like it pressed against her face. He could hear Vant laughing in the back.
“Bro, she kissin’ the phone,” Vant laughed. “Get your lips off my shit, River!”
“NO! My baby!” all of a sudden you saw little feet moving a mile a minute while Vant chase her all through the house. River was cracking up thinking it was game.
“I’ma whoop your lil bad ass!” Vant threatened. “Wreck come get this muhfu—”
The phone disconnected and Lake laughed at the craziness that was his daughter. His family period. He never thought it would get this big. His heart would feel so full. His life be this complete. Nobody would have been able to tell him five years ago he’d have all of this.
“Lake!” Ivy peeked her head in and he nodded. “It’s all set up. Avery gonna be so happy when she sees it.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” Ivy said, closing the door.
Avery yawned, trying to hide the smile on her face. She knew a push present awaited her when she got home. Staring at her husband though, Lake looked so at peace. Besides their children, it was the best gift ever. His smile. Simply him.
“Is she everything you thought?”
Lake always said how blessed he was to have her and his children, but he did so much more than he knew for Avery. Waking up every day to a man who loved her unconditionally was the gift that kept on giving. That’s why Avery would put her body through childbirth. That’s why she’d go to the ends of the earth fighting for Lake’s peace. He deserved so much, and she was happy to be a part of contributing to his happiness.
“More…thank you, A.”
“You are so welcome.”
181 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hug-o-gram | Yoongi
→ summary:
“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.
“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.
“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.
{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}
→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor
→ warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o;
→ words: 13.3K
→ a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well... yoobie got me Good... anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy... appa yip yip
Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:
“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.
“Yeah,” is Yoongi’s verbose reply. He also has his mouth agape, his prone body lying side by side with his roommate of four years in their small living room. Their roomba (another one of Seokjin’s good ideas) cleans all around them, its steady whirring serving as their only source of background music. “Lowkey though, I think our position isn’t quite… as optimized as it could be.”
“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, as he drapes his leg over Yoongi’s. His movement jostles the surrounding popcorn halo around them, as most of the food had missed their mouths by a couple of centimeters. At this point, the roomba has probably eaten more of the popcorn than the two of them combined.
“Nothing,” Yoongi shrugs, or whatever might be the lying down equivalent of a shrug. Some of the popcorn on his chest falls down, only to be quickly devoured by roomba-chi. Yoongi stares at the ceiling, tracing shapes out of the cracks that Seokjin had accidentally made when he tried using a pogo stick indoors. He points up, catching Seokjin’s attention. “Hey, hyung. Doesn’t that look a bit like Y/N?”
Seokjin squints. “You mean the mysterious brown stain near the lights? I think the toilet from the elderly couple upstairs might have leaked that.”
“No, you dipshit. The squiggly curve over there. It reminds me of her smile.” Yoongi says. There’s a stupid dopey grin on his face and Seokjin wants nothing more than to wipe it off.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seokjin groans, turning over to envelop Yoongi in a sweaty half-armed hug. The buttery residue on his arms and stomach leaves something to be desired, but Yoongi doesn’t scoot away. He only continues to sigh dreamily, staring mindlessly at the image of you that only his lovelorn brain can imagine.
Seokjin slaps Yoongi in the face. “Dude, get a fucking grip,” he grouses, giving Yoongi a serious look. The younger doesn’t break out of his trance, further irritating him. “Will you stop pining in front of my popcorn? It’s seriously making roomba-chi lose her appetite!”
To his credit, roomba-chi did seem to be slowing down, though that could also be because it had overloaded with popcorn and was seconds away from exploding. Wouldn’t be the first time, but Seokjin always managed to find a way to save roomba-chi from imminent death. She was like a daughter to him.
“Hyung, you know I can’t. I just… God, I really like her, you know?”
“That’s the third time you said that within the last hour. Believe me, I know.” Seokjin groans, shoving Yoongi away. He sits up, reaching over to the popcorn machine and switching it off. He grabs a fistful of fallen popcorn from the ground and shoves it inside Yoongi’s mouth. “There. That should shut you up.”
“Aw weawwy wike hew, hwung.”
“And yet, you still haven’t done anything after four years,” Seokjin tuts, finally standing up. He stretches his limbs, his joints creaking youthfully. He grabs his phone from the coffee table, nearly dropping it from the butteriness of his fingers. The clock reads 4:32 PM, which means–
“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…
Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…
It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.
“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.
“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.
“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.
“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.
Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.
As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.
“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.
Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.
“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.
“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.
Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–
“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.
“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.
Back to the matter at hand––
“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.
From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbows. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”
“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.
Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.
He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.
There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.
It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––
“Hyung, let me come with you to work today,” Yoongi decides, walking over Seokjin’s prone body to their shoe rack. He slides into a pair of sneakers, his harried movements unusual for his customary lethargicness. He grabs a coat from its hanger, stomping his feet to get Seokjin to move faster. “C’mon! We have hugs to deliver.”
“Woah woah woah! Slow down there, Simpimus Prime.” Seokjin gets back up to his feet, skipping over to him. An absolutely feral grin is stretched upon his face. “Am I hearing what you’re saying? Are you offering… to deliver hugs with yours truly? Are you finally going to take up my offer to be an employee at Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service?”
“Of course not,” Yoongi scoffs, but his shifting eyes betray him. He fidgets in place, refusing to return Seokjin’s eager gaze. “I just… wanted to go out for once. Yeah.”
“Yoongi.”
“What?”
“You haven’t left this apartment other than to go to class in over a month. You never go out. You’re an indoor cat!”
“I’m not a fucking cat,” Yoongi hisses, like a cat. “And of course I go out! There was that one time I went outside to pick up our food delivery last week.”
Judging from Seokjin’s unimpressed stare, Yoongi’s excuse doesn’t cut it. Yoongi flaps his arms around, defeated. “Okay, fine! I rarely go out! Screw me and the bounteous crapload of assignments I have due! It’s not my fault I don’t have the time to socialize and have fun. What do you want from me?”
What Seokjin wants is to push a confession out of Yoongi, not because he needs the confirmation, but mostly because he just wants to annoy Yoongi and say “I told you so!” He’s also pretty cute when he’s all blushy and tsundere whenever he talks about you. Should he film him and sell the footage on eboys.bb? He’s certain that goth boy over here would make a pretty penny.
“You like krabby patties, don’t you Squidward?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” Yoongi sniffs, nose upturned. He opens the door, not looking behind him to see Seokjin’s triumphant expression. “C’mon. Y/N’s last class of the day ends in a few minutes and we might catch her before she leaves the Science Building.”
Seokjin snorts. He is quick to slip his own coat on and he follows soon after. He locks their door shut, hopping over to Yoongi and matching his shorter-legged pace. “Yeah. Because you totally just know her schedule at the top of your head. You know, like a normal person.”
Yoongi ignores him. He trudges on, each step filled with determination as they make their way to Seokjin’s beat-up truck. Seokjin skips alongside him, observing the younger boy and placing bets inside his mind. The drive to campus isn’t that long as it only takes around 10 minutes to get there, but Seokjin guesses that Yoongi’s defenses will begin to chip away only 3 minutes into the drive.
He’ll start to realize the gravity of the situation, the cogs in his smooth and slushy excuse of a brain slowly comprehend what he’s about to witness. He’ll first think about how 1) he’s going to see you and that never helps his poor dainty grandpa heart and 2) he’s going to see you hugging Seokjin as he reads to you the short love confession from your anonymous Romeo. Seokjin bets that after 8 minutes, Yoongi will start to break out into a sweat, leaving gross perspiration marks on his good car seat leather.
After exactly 7 minutes and 34 seconds (Seokjin was keeping track of the time on his dashboard), Yoongi’s face turns an unflattering shade of green. “Dude. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Yoongi had originally offered to drive the two of them to campus, but Seokjin had the good foresight to refuse. Had Yoongi been the one on the wheel, he would’ve brought them back home in an instant due to nerves. So instead, Seokjin speeds up, ignoring Yoongi’s soft whimpers of defeat.
“Too bad, but there is no turning back now. I have six deliveries today and I am not putting my livelihood on the line just because your balls have magically shrunk in size,” Seokjin snickers. He glances at Yoongi from the corner of his eye and feels the slightest touch of pity for the pathetic fool beside him. “But if it really makes you want to shit yourself from anxiety, we could save Y/N for last. Though, on second thought… That could also prolong your misery, which I will always be up for.”
“God, shut up,” Yoongi groans, slamming his head on the dashboard. Seokjin continues undeterred as he pulls into the campus parking lot, waiting for his friend to make up his damn mind for once in his life. He supposes that he is being a little harsh on Yoongi, but there are only so many sad love songs he can listen to without going completely insane.
Aren’t you tired of being nice? The demon on his shoulder cajoles, shoving the corpse of his angel counterpart somewhere down a ditch. Don’t you just want to go apeshit?
And who is Seokjin to deny his impulsive needs anyway?
“No, let’s… just get this over with,” Yoongi decides, head still smushed against his dashboard. He doesn’t make any move to get out of the car, not even when Seokjin shuts off the engine and makes a show of “leaving” Yoongi behind.
“Okay, lover boy. You have ten seconds to get your butt into high gear before I’m leaving you behind. And you should know that I’m not above playing dirty and giving Y/N the sweetest fucking hug of her life that will make her forget anyone else exists in this world, so you better start moving before I–”
Like lightning, Yoongi scrambles out of the car faster than if it had caught on fire (and Seokjin’s car has exploded before and Yoongi certainly did not seem as bothered to escape than he does right now.) He nearly trips over himself in his haste, getting caught by the car door and nearly receiving a concrete facial to boot. He straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster (which he doesn’t have very much of, if at all.) Seokjin is kind enough not to mention anything, but the shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make Yoongi bristle.
They exit the parking lot, looking to the world like the sun and moon had turned human for the day. Min Yoongi, with his all-black attire and gaunt appearance, is heavily juxtaposed with the man who appears to have been vomited on by a rainbow. They walk side-by-side together, accustomed to the stares that often come their way when they go out in public.
“I just can’t believe we’re doing this,” Yoongi moans for the umpteenth time, his movements stilted like a robot. His footsteps look heavily disjointed like his knees were beginning to rust. His arms swing like a pendulum, adding to the unnaturalness of his motions. Basically, he looks like a fucking idiot.
“Who are you calling an idiot?” Yoongi snaps. Seokjin startles a bit, realizing belatedly that he’d said that out loud. Not that he cares. Yoongi continues, “I’m not the one wearing a fucking cardboard sign that looks like a toddler made it with macaroni and glitter!”
“Hey, Taehyung told me it looked good,” Seokjin sniffs, fingering the macaroni pieces dejectedly. “I don’t need to hear an opinion from a Music major.”
“Shut up, Business major. No one likes you fucking snakes,” Yoongi retorts, crossing his arms. “Your definition of fun is going on LinkedIn and using Excel sheets.”
Distracted by their own quarrel, neither of them notice the sound of the large clock in the middle of campus that chimes every hour, signaling that it was already 5 PM. A few minutes later, hoards of students begin to leave university for the day, the walkways beginning to fill with people as they head home. Amidst the chattering and bustling of everyone trying to get out of the crowd, it is hard to notice that you are also one of the hundreds of people finishing your last class of the day.
But Yoongi notices, as he always does. Call it Y/N intuition, or whatever. “There,” Yoongi points you out over dozens of heads. Seokjin can hardly spot you, but he trusts Yoongi’s weird Y/N-dar to find you without fail. People have begun to notice the two of them, most of whom were whispering excitedly when they notice that Seokjin is in his work attire.
“Oh my god, someone’s getting a hug-o-gram! I wonder who…”
“Have you ever ordered one? I got one for my current girlfriend last month and that’s how we got together.”
“I’ve always wanted to send one, but the prices are insane! Fuck them business students and their capitalist ways.”
“Screw sending a hug to someone else! I wanna order a hug for me. Kim Seokjin is a hot piece of ass.”
(Yoongi swears the last comment had sounded eerily like Seokjin himself, but the older boy’s mouth hadn’t moved in the last minute.)
“Alright, Yoongi. Here’s the plan,” Seokjin leans closer to Yoongi, stage whispering into his ear. Everyone within a six-foot radius is eagerly eavesdropping, not even bothering to pretend that they aren’t. It’s common knowledge that Seokjin basks in their attention, anyway. Yoongi rolls his eyes, urging him to get it over with.
“Y/N is over there, right? Well, I have to send a hug to this guy named Mark Lee too, who just so happens to be over there,” Seokjin points behind them, in the opposite direction of where Y/N was heading, “so here’s my proposition. You go over to Y/N and deliver the hug for me, while I go catch up to Mark so that we can kill one bird with two stones!”
“Excuse me?” Yoongi wheezes, pushing Seokjin away from him. His eyes bug out. “Are you insane? I am not doing that. And the phrase is ‘killing two birds with one stone,’ you fucking idiot.”
“Same shit, Shakespeare! Who cares about numbers!” Seokjin exclaims, exasperated. “Listen, would you rather you hug Mark and I hug Y/N?”
“I would much rather prefer that I stick my whole fist up your anus,” Yoongi seethes.
“Interesting proposition, but maybe for a later time,” Seokjin says, not missing a beat. “Listen, dude. The longer we prolong this little bitchfest you have going on, the farther away Y/N is gonna get. You know I will stop at nothing to deliver her hug anyway, so would you rather you miss your chance right now when I am so magnanimously offering you a shot at getting closer to your crush?”
Even though Yoongi feels like his insides were slowly turning into mashed potatoes, he knows that he had already made a decision long before they left the house. Seokjin is right; this is a good opportunity for him, whether he is willing to admit it out loud. Perhaps it is just because it is Seokjin of all people who is egging him on that preprogrammed him into thinking that this was a bad idea. In all seriousness, it was just a hug, nothing fancy. It isn’t like Yoongi was going to have to kiss you––
(His heart contracts and Yoongi wonders if he’s having a stroke. The thought of your soft lips connecting with his is enough to cause the wind to knock out of his chest. God, Yoongi is so screwed.)
“Why must I always feel as though I am a snail and God is personally salting me,” Yoongi groans, stepping away from Seokjin and heading your way. Behind him, Seokjin hollers in what he assumes is friendly support, but it only further antagonizes Yoongi. The absolute buffoon waves enthusiastically from behind him, a beaming grin almost ready to split his face in two. Yoongi flips him off without looking back.
God fucking dammit. The closer that Yoongi is to approaching you, the stronger the urge to just evaporate like ice cream on hot concrete becomes. He can feel himself perspiring from every corner of his body and he just hopes that his black attire will do well to mask the slimy creature that he is underneath his clothing.
This is all Seokjin’s fault, Yoongi reminds himself. If he hadn’t started this stupid hugging service in the first place, then no one would have ordered a hug for you in the first place. Then Yoongi wouldn’t have to be in this stupid predicament either!
But you could’ve ordered a hug for her if you wanted to, says the annoying part of his brain – the same part that’s always been a little bit too hopeful for Yoongi’s liking. The whispers continue, And she wouldn’t even know it would be you! But more importantly…
“Seokjin wouldn’t know either,” Yoongi huffs irritably because he knows it’s true. The biggest thing stopping him from ever making a move on you, other than his debilitating fear of rejection and heartbreak, is the fact that he’d rather explode into spores than for Seokjin to find out that he’d used his “genius” business idea to get the girl of his dreams.
He’s afraid that one day, Seokjin would magically develop telepathic powers (a fear that Yoongi feels that the majority of the human population should also share) and find out that Yoongi doesn’t actually think his hug-o-gram service is dumb. It’s actually really cute, and Yoongi hates to admit that the success rate of his service is nearly perfect in terms of getting couples together.
But Yoongi is a strong (read: stubborn) man; he’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin the satisfaction of seeing his business work out for his seemingly hopeless case. Which brings him to the present–
You’re standing by the entrance of the Sciences building. You are dressed nicely as always; Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in anything remotely slobby, not even a pair of sweats like any regular uni student. You always look a little bit business proper: the epitome of someone who should be on the student council.
You’re speaking to someone, a younger male student by the looks of it. The hairs on Yoongi’s neck stand at attention and, God forbid, did he just fucking growl? Did he make that sound? By the looks of the students carefully navigating their way around him, Yoongi surmises that he did make that sound. Geez, is he some sort of animal? Is he going to turn into those feral stan accounts on Twitter that salivate over their K-pop boys like it’s their job? He hopes not.
But what if that’s the kid who sent the hug–
Yoongi shuts up his brain before he can let it finish. No, he can’t let himself go down that path. It’ll only cause him to self-combust right then and there, and he isn’t exactly keen on letting you see his entrails anytime soon. That would be the least cool thing to do, he decides. And so, with his brain turned off, he walks over to you, arms swinging robotically by his sides as he forces himself closer.
“Oh thank you so much, Y/N! You’ve been a real help to our club, you know?” The boy (Yoongi can’t believe they’re letting toddlers into university these days!) says, his eyes glittering with an ambition that still hasn’t been killed by the all-consuming dread that comes with university.
You laugh lightly, the sound causing butterflies to flutter excitedly in Yoongi’s chest. “No worries, Soobin. I’m glad I could be of help. If the editorial board needs any more help, don’t be shy to shoot me a message, alright?”
Soobin nods enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down so quickly that Yoongi was afraid his neck would snap. “No worries, Y/N! Have a good rest of your week!” He waves a cheery goodbye, springing away with his numerous anime keychains on his backpack jingling softly in his wake.
“What a cute kid,” you sigh. You look incredibly fond, and Yoongi hates the bitter coil swimming in the pit of his stomach. That feeling soon fizzles out when you finally turn to face Yoongi. Your eyebrows shoot up, but your expression quickly morphs into one of pleasant surprise. Yoongi’s heart stops for just a moment, feet turning cold. “Yoongi! Oh my goodness, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you! How’s it going?”
Let’s play a game, shall we? How many of Yoongi’s nervous ticks can you spot within the next five minutes? Think of this as the easiest game of Where’s Waldo ever!
“Hnng,” Yoongi stammers, his hand immediately going to scratch the back of his neck. His cheeks pinken, pupils shaking in every different direction as they try to focus on anything but you. It always feels like he’s standing way too close to the sun when he’s around you, hardly able to keep his gaze focused on you. He chooses to stare resolutely at your chin, but even your fucking chin was impossibly cute.
Seriously? Yoongi is a walking shitshow! His inner voice comes back, but this time it sounds uncannily like his roommate. Come on, buddy. Just say hi… You know, like a normal person. “H… Hey, Y/N.”
Success count: 1 point for the Yogurt Machine!
Even though Yoongi felt like he was living his worst nightmare, you still looked every bit like his favorite daydream. You are all smiles, seemingly unperturbed by Yoongi’s slow, embarrassing demise. “It’s so good to see you! Midterms haven’t been too hard on you, I hope?”
“I’ve been better,” he says. Better now that you’re here, he leaves unsaid. God, can you imagine if he said that out loud?
Your mouth drops open, soft cherry blossoms blooming across your cheeks. “Um, what did you say?” you squeak, embarrassed. But certainly not as embarrassed as the boy in front of you.
Yoongi stops breathing. He did not say that aloud, had he? Judging by the awkward silence stretching between the two of you, the signs are pointing to: yes. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygo–– “Er, what I mean to say is,” Yoongi stutters through his sentence, his entire body flushing fire engine red like it’s nobody’s business. He must look like Satan’s spanked ass right now. “I… I’m here to deliver a hug!”
Confusion quickly replaces the shock on your face. You tilt your head, brows scrunching up cutely. “A hug?” you ask.
“R-right,” Yoongi says, waving his arms around because he has nothing else better to do. He gestures vaguely in the opposite direction, where Seokjin had left to find his other clients. “I’m, uhh… Helping my roommate. Have you heard of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram service?”
“Oh, yeah!” You hop excitedly in place, looking to all the world like the cutest thing in the universe. Yoongi thinks you should be classified as a public hazard, what with how you’re somehow able to give him diabetes just from standing next to him. “I totally heard about that! I’ve always wanted to send a hug, but I’ve always been a little shy.”
That piques Yoongi’s interest immediately. You wanted to send a hug? But to who? He unconsciously clenches his jaw, and he can feel a vein pop up near his neck. He forces himself to smile, but he knows it probably looks more like a grimace. “Oh really? That’s… I didn’t know you had a crush on somebody.”
Yoongi is too busy wallowing in his own self-pity puddle that he misses the way you gaze shyly up at him through your eyelashes, your hands clasped behind your back. “Y-yea… I don’t really go around telling it to just anybody,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. You clear your throat. “So, are you here to deliver a hug or something?”
Nothing gets past you, huh? Yoongi swallows thickly as he twiddles his thumbs. He still can’t bear to look at you head-on, afraid that his emotions would be too obvious if he did. (Who is he kidding… He knows he’s fucking obvious, and yet you never seem to get the picture!) “Yea, I am. I’m here to deliver one to you, actually.”
He doesn’t get to see your reaction, but he does notice the way your entire body stiffens. His mind immediately starts to run a minute, trying to guess why you’d suddenly gone stock still.
Did you know who your secret admirer was already? Or perhaps, were you just thoroughly shocked to receive one at all? That can’t be it… You’re the campus sweetheart! Surely it’s much weirder that it has taken eons for you to get your first hug… Or perhaps, are you so disgusted by the thought of him delivering the hug? Oh my god, what if you didn’t want him to hug you? Shit, this entire thing is a terrible idea! How did Seokjin ever convince him to do this stupid shit and get his heartbroken in the process? He swears he’s going to shove ten firecrackers up his ass the next time he sees him––
“Um, Yoongi?” You’re staring worriedly at him, your hand semi-raised as if you were about to wave in front of him. Did you say something? He must look like a fucking prick to you! He shakes his head, trying desperately to get his mind back into his body. Why must he be cursed with inner monologue disease? What is he, some sort of shoujo manga male protagonist?
“Sorry about that. I’ve been a little spacey these days,” he laughs, but even he can hear the panic laced in his voice. He sounds just on the edge of being hysterical. “Ahaha… What were you saying?”
“I was just… shocked?” You giggle softly, making Yoongi cry internally. You smirk, mischief glittering in your eyes. “I just never imagined you’d be the type to… I don’t know…”
“Willingly hug people for the sake of capitalism? I feel you,” Yoongi snorts, forgetting for a moment who he’s talking to. “Believe me, I’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin to use me for his stupid business venture.”
“Then why are you delivering a hug to me now?” you ask, still smiling.
“Hnng,” Yoongi’s tongue feels like it’s grown two sizes all of a sudden. He wheezes, choking on his own spit as he’s caught off guard by your question. “W-well, I––”
“Just being a good friend, I’m guessing?” You’re full-on giggling now, barely trying to hide your mirth behind your hands. Yoongi understands now; you’re teasing him. He hates how amused you are by his awkwardness, but he loves the way your entire expression lights up, like you’re enjoying yourself by being with him.
“Let’s go with that,” Yoongi mumbles, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. He has his head bowed, hoping that his unruly fringe can finally come in handy and hide the disastrous blush encompassing his face. “Right… I’ll just, umm…”
“Am I getting my hug today, or am I gonna have to take a rain check?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder in an attempt to help him shake off the awkward tension. It has the opposite intended effect, as Yoongi’s breath hitches imperceptibly at your proximity. You had taken a step closer, and Yoongi could smell the sweet perfume you always seemed to be wearing. Please don’t pop a boner right now. That would be super fucking creepy.
“You’re…” Yoongi hesitates, arms uselessly immobile by his sides. He doesn’t know if he can even get them to move at this point, as he has lost all motor skills the moment you had focused all your attention on him. It’s a miracle that his heart remembers to beat every so often. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go for it, okay?”
You nod, hands tucked neatly behind your back. “No need to be scared, Yoongi. I don’t bite,” you joke.
God, if you only knew about the dreams I’ve had of you. Yoongi hopes to all the deities from up above that he had not said that aloud, but you don’t seem to be disgusted, so he can only assume that his traitorous brain had disconnected with his mouth for the time being.
He shuffles closer to you, the warmth of your body closing in as he makes the grueling effort to lift his arms up to gently wrap themselves around you, but before he can even fully hug you––
You’re quick to reciprocate. With a small laugh, you wrap your own arms around his torso, nuzzling into his chest with more force than Yoongi was expecting. He lets out a soft wheeze, mouth dropping open when he is assaulted by the smell of your fruity shampoo. His hands hover awkwardly above you, still unsure of where it’s okay to touch you without weirding you out.
You tilt your face up, eyes crinkling cutely by the sheer force of your grin. Both of your faces are only centimeters away from each other, and Yoongi could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired. His breathing stills as he becomes positively mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the sound of phone camera shutters around him, as he is much too deeply focused on nothing but you, you, you.
“Hey, don’t half-ass your hug! Gimme a good ol’ bear hug!” you whine, nudging his elbows gently to get them to move. Snapped out of his reverie, Yoongi mechanically does as you say, his head completely empty of thoughts. He wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, his wrist knocking slightly against the back of your head until you’re back to snuggling deep into his chest.
“Your laundry detergent smells nice,” you say, slightly muffled by his shirt. Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh, mostly out of disbelief more than anything. He can’t even begin to process anything right now; he feels like he’s reverted back into a single-celled organism.
“Thanks?” Yoongi squeaks, but you don’t seem to mind his awkward attempts at being a Normal Person™️. You crane your neck upwards so that you’re looking him directly in the eye. There’s a twinkle of mischief there, like you’re enjoying Yoongi’s flushed face a little too much. He honestly feels like he’s seconds away from exploding into tiny bite-sized pieces, and he fears that if you snuggle deeper into his chest, he might just do exactly that.
“So… Are we just supposed to hug for another ten minutes, or am I allowed to let go?”
Yoongi doesn’t even realize how long it’s been. You could’ve been hugging him for ten hours and he wouldn’t have known. Yoongi jerks away from you, nearly vaulting himself across campus by how quickly he lets you go. Thankfully, you don’t appear offended––you were more amused than anything. Yoongi has no idea how red he is right now; he feels like he could be blowing steam out of his ears, astounding anatomists everywhere by his peculiar talent.
“I just have to–” Yoongi pats his back pockets for his phone, clumsily pulling it out and looking for his text messages, “–read this message from your, um, secret admirer and then we’ll be good to go.”
“Great.” You nod at him enthusiastically. “Whenever you’re ready, Yoonie.”
Yoongi’s breath hitches right then, caught off guard by the nickname. Only you ever called him that, and it never fails to make Yoongi’s insides feel like molten lava every time you say it. “I… Yeah, here goes,” Yoongi mutters, trying his best to remember how to speak.
He recites the message with as much enthusiasm as he can manage, which is to say, not very much. He could probably read the phonebook with more zeal, but it’s hard to give it his all when the words feel like acid in his throat. He’s unconsciously clenching his jaw as he speaks, looking like a constipated gorilla. “...so, if you’re single and ready to #mingle, then––” Yoongi stops mid-sentence, staring resolutely at his phone screen with a grimace.
You blink confusedly. “Then?”
“Then nothing,” Yoongi finishes, pocketing his phone without an inch of remorse. “I don’t know what was up with that message, but somehow the letter got cut short. Sorry about that.”
“Huh, strange.” You shrug your shoulders, not bothering to question him.
Yoongi fist bumps himself mentally, though other people might disagree and say that he doesn’t deserve any type of congratulations, to which Yoongi says a big “fuck you!” to those imaginary haters. In the wise words of Kim Seokjin himself, “not everyone is worthy to receive your fucks, so it’s time to stop giving them.” (Kim, 2020)
“Well, that was fun! Thanks for delivering the hug to me, Yoonie,” you pinch Yoongi’s cheek, giggling when they turn even redder. “I’ll see you around, I guess? Don’t let those midterms kill ya!” You wave cheerily at him, walking past him and heading towards the bus stops. Yoongi stands frozen in place, the events of the last few minutes finally catching up to him and frying his brain beyond repair.
Oh my god, he fucking hugged you! Like, a good and genuine hug! You felt so warm and so soft and you smelled really good and it was more than he could ever imagine and just––
Yoongi’s brain is trying (and failing) to desperately parse the delayed barrage of information as it comes, but it’s hard for the little hamster running circles in his head when it has never had to run a day in its life. Yoongi’s body feels like it’s overheating even though the weather is nearing the start of winter, but that’s all thanks to you and the devastating effect you have on him.
In short, Yoongi machine has broken, and any sort of maintenance is going to be hard to come by at the moment.
Yoongi could have been standing in front of the Science building for an entire year and he wouldn’t have budged until a tornado in the form of Kim Seokjin arrived to knock him out of his brain dead state. Whistling lowly, the elder stops in front of the rigid mass of meat, an eyebrow quirked in exasperation. “Dude, nice rigor mortis cosplay. Like, yes girl, give us nothing!” he exclaims, slapping Yoongi back to consciousness.
Yoongi blinks rapidly, dazed like he’s woken up from a dream. “What? What’s happening?” he replies dumbly.
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yoongi. Did you finish delivering Y/N’s hug or what? I finished all my deliveries in the same time you had with Y/N, so I better hope to God you aren’t planning on applying to be an employee of mine, because you certainly have a long way to go before––”
“I hugged her,” Yoongi interrupts, eyes going glassy once more. His mouth is agape, and Seokjin can see a pool of saliva forming, ready to runneth over. He could see the rusted gears turning inside his dongsaeng’s head. “Oh my god, hyung. I fucking hugged her.”
“Yeah, and I hugged Taehyung Kim and felt his gigantic dick press into my stomach. You aren’t special,” Seokjin snorts, clasping Yoongi by the bicep. He drags him away, leading them to their parked car. “C’mon, Dampé. I’m tired and I wanna eat popcorn again.”
As they walk back to the parking lot, the campus roads are a lot less populated now that most students have gone home. Yoongi only then realizes how late it truly is and he vaguely wonders how long he had been stuck standing there before Seokjin had come to drag him back home. The sun has begun its daily descent, filling the courtyard with a warm glow and causing their shadows to grow longer as they trudge quietly to their car.
The campus is quiet enough that both of them hear the quiet buzz of Seokjin’s phone, despite him putting it on silent mode before he had gone on his hugging deliveries. He stops mid-step, causing Yoongi to bump his nose into his wide back. He yelps, shoving Seokjin forward in irritation.
“Why’d you fucking stop, you asshole?” Yoongi whines, his normal annoying personality resurfacing now that he’s begun to recover from your hug. He peers over Seokjin’s behemoth shoulders, squinting at his phone screen. “What? Another hug delivery?”
“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow since I think she’s gone home for the day,” Seokjin says, his tone sounding slightly too delighted for comfort. “In fact, I know she’s gone home already.”
Yoongi stills, changing his focus onto the elder’s expression. He looks… too eager to receive a simple hug-o-gram request. A shiver shoots through Yoongi’s spine when he realizes how nefariously bastardous Seokjin’s smile has grown, the tips of his smirk curling upwards like a villain from a classic Disney animation.
“What?” Yoongi glares acidly at Seokjin, but the elder is unaffected. In fact, he seems to grow more pleased the more aggravated Yoongi becomes. “Spit it out! What’s got your prostate tickled?”
“Oh, nothing,” Seokjin singsongs, shoving his phone down the front of his pants, exactly where he knows Yoongi would never touch. “Just got an interesting new regular customer, is all.”
“A new regular?” Yoongi’s pitch heightens, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling in alarm (like a cat.) “Is it… Another request for… You know who?”
“I wasn’t aware Voldemort went to our university,” Seokjin teases, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s distress. “Though, if you’re talking about Y/N, then the answer is not not not no.”
“Two double negatives.” Anyone could hear the audible soft rattling of his two brain cells exerting themselves as Yoongi deciphers his answer. “That means…”
Yoongi stares pointedly at Seokjin’s crotch, where the outline of his phone is glaringly obvious. “Show me,” Yoongi growls, not making a move to actually touch Seokjin’s nether regions.
Seokjin shrugs his shoulders. “No one’s stopping you from taking my phone though?”
“Hyung!”
“Buy me bubble tea first, then we’ll talk.”
“Fine,” Yoongi acquiesces, folding his arms in annoyance. “Just tell me. Is it really the same guy who requested the hug for Y/N today as well?”
Seokjin fiddles around for his phone, digging deeper when it nearly drops down the leg of his pants. When he pulls it out and swipes to his e-mails, he confirms Yoongi’s fear. “Yep. And it seems like he saw you deliver the hug today. Says that he’d prefer that I deliver the hug next time,” Seokjin smirks, enjoying the deep-set frown on Yoongi’s face.
When Seokjin takes a closer look at the order, however, he notices something a little off. “Hold on a sec,” he scrolls to the receipt, scowling when he sees the incorrect amount. “Well, you might be in luck, Yoongi-chi. Looks like loverboy sent the wrong payment. He’s a few dollars short.”
“What?” Yoongi says, for what feels like the tenth time in this entire fic. He grabs Seokjin’s phone, no longer repulsed by where it had been only a few minutes prior. Like Seokjin said, the customer had given the wrong amount, much to both their confusion.
“That’s weird, considering he just ordered a hug today,” Seokjin murmurs, shaking his head. “Oh well. Happens to the best of us. Guess I’ll just have to refund the poor sap.”
“Wait,” Yoongi presses the phone to his chest, preventing Seokjin from taking it. His hyung raises a brow.
“What is it?”
“What if I just… pay you the remaining amount? Then I can also deliver the hug to her and, uhh...” Yoongi mumbles the remaining part, but Seokjin has trained his ears to catch every whisper and mutter for moments just like this. He wouldn’t be where he is today if he didn’t perfect his eavesdropping skills to a spy’s degree. That’s right––Seokjin is a sloppy and nosey bitch and he’s not afraid to admit it!
“Oh? Do my ears deceive me?” Seokjin guffaws, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks for good measure. He hisses in response, but Seokjin isn’t afraid of some little kitten. Seokjin is a bigger bitch with a meaner bite. “Is my little Yoongi Woongi seriously offering to deliver another hug to Miss Y/N? How magnanimous of you.”
Yoongi stares at him, stunned for a moment. A few seconds pass before he shakes his head, faux disdain coloring his expression. “That’s right,” Yoongi huffs, detaching himself from Seokjin’s meaty claws. He keeps his gaze averted, like the big stupid tsundere that he is. “I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart! I care about your profits, and I want to make your workload a little lighter! Isn’t that what you want?”
“Sure, let’s go with that,” Seokjin snickers, poking Yoongi in the tit. He swivels away, skipping merrily away to their parked car. “I’m expecting that cash in my Paypal by the time I get to the car, or else the deal is off. Make it snappy, loverboy!”
Yoongi had never transferred cash to someone so quickly in his life.
(Yes, not even when the food court on campus was doing a BOGO promo for churros. That’s the extent of how whipped his ass is, period.)
x x x x x
“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.
“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.
“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.
“Listen, I’m seriously not forcing you to do this,” Seokjin starts, even though he’s giving his utmost effort to further embarrass Yoongi by handing out flyers about Hug-o-gram’s newest employee. “Please, take one!” he cajoles, offering a flyer to a gaggle of giggling freshmen. “Make sure to reserve a hug within the week! Yoongi-chi over here is on his way to becoming employee of the month if he gets ten requests by Friday!” They all point and whisper at Yoongi, and he swears he hears one of them wolf whistle in admiration.
“That’s what makes this entire thing terrible. I’m doing this on my own volition, and I absolutely abhor myself for it,” Yoongi moans, grabbing Seokjin’s stack of flyers and smacking himself in the head with them. It probably would’ve hurt more when Seokjin still had a full-stack, but people had swarmed them the moment they entered the heart of the campus, everyone curious to see Yoongi in his interesting attire.
Seokjin might have been famous for creating the Hug-o-gram Service, but Yoongi was famous for hating the business idea, so it’s easy to understand why everyone was interested. (For good reason, he thinks darkly to himself.)
“Damn, Yoongi-chi. Looks like you’re trending on the campus Reddit page,” Seokjin laughs, wheezing even harder when Yoongi points him with a murderous glare. “What? Like you said, this was all your idea.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t ask to wear… whatever this is!” Yoongi whines, tugging on the string around his neck. The cardboard sign had been ready and prepared the moment they arrived home the other day, arousing Yoongi’s suspicions on Seokjin’s actual involvement in his current predicament. Those suspicions are put in the backburner for now, however, as Yoongi actually feels like he might die of embarrassment instead of the packets of MSG coursing through his veins from the ten ramen packs he ate this morning. Maybe both will kill him, if he’s lucky.
“Well, I would love to lend you my uniform, but I haven’t gotten a t-shirt printed with your face on it yet, so you’ll have to deal with the kitten ears and cardboard sign for now,” Seokjin says, patting him on the back. “Or, would you rather I have you wear a shirt with my face on it? I’m open to suggestions.”
“I’d rather swallow a Tide pod, thanks,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, let’s move. We’ve been standing in the middle of campus like street clowns for long enough. We need to find Y/N because her class is about to end.”
“Street clowns, huh? I guess you are only missing the make-up to complete the look, especially since you seem adamant to keep honking your way through that sickening crush of yours.” Seokjin nearly catches a punch to the head, but his superior reaction time saves him from Yoongi’s sorely lacking physicality. He snatches Yoongi by the hand, dragging them towards your lecture hall. “C’mon, clown! Let’s honk this bread!”
As the two of them get closer to where you are, Yoongi’s heartbeat begins to accelerate. He wonders idly if he should see a doctor after all this, hoping that he hadn’t actually contracted heart disease due to all this stress. Lord forbid that he meet his end before he even gets to ask you out or something!
Even though he’s already hugged you once (and it was, by far, the most euphoric experience of his sad, miserable life), he still finds himself getting clammy hands at the thought of seeing you again. Nevermind the fact that he looked like a walking circus with his get-up… No, Yoongi refuses to think about it anymore, lest his last remaining brain wrinkle irreversibly smoothens.
The campus clock rings loudly, signaling the end of another block of classes. Students rush out of the buildings, with you being one of the first ones out for a change. When Yoongi spots your head of hair among the crowd, he doesn’t immediately notice what you’re wearing at first. In fact, it’s Seokjin who stops in his tracks for a moment, surprised by how you look.
“Woah, Y/N! Looking good,” Seokjin greets, rushing past Yoongi to envelop you in a hug. (A platonic hug, Yoongi reminds himself. Because unlike Yoongi, Seokjin is a normal human being who can give hugs to anyone he wants because he’s… fucking Seokjin! Lucky bastard that he is.)
“Woah!” You laugh, surprised by the sudden hug. You pat him on the back giddily, allowing him to swing you around a little. “What’s this all about? Am I getting a hug-o-gram again?”
“Yes, you are. But not from me,” Seokjin detaches himself from you, scooting away to point at Yoongi. When Seokjin moves away, Yoongi finally understands why his hyung had said you looked good. No, that was an understatement––you looked [redacted].
(For the sake of the author’s fragile ash-coated heart, she has chosen to redact Yoongi’s exact words to protect herself from slamming her head against a keyboard from how cheesy this fic is becoming. Let’s just say the word starts with a B and ends with an L. Make of that as you will.)
You must have come out of an interview or presentation of sorts because you were dressed more nicely than you usually do, which is a pretty big deal considering how put together you always looked. Your hair is styled nicely, obviously given much more care and effort than your regular appearance. You’re wearing a cute little black dress, long enough to be professional but short enough to give Yoongi breathing problems.
If Yoongi’s brain had a playlist, it would be nothing but the sound of him going HNNNNNNNNNG on repeat.
“Oh geez.” Yoongi curses lowly, smiling through the pain. This is fine, he thinks, even though it is clearly not fine. Yoongi has always been a terrible liar.
“Yoongi?” You sound incredulous, though that’s honestly a win in Yoongi’s book considering everything. You didn’t look disgusted, so that’s great. “You look…” You stop yourself, covering your mouth to hide your grin but your amusement is palpable. At least he made you laugh, he supposes.
“Like a fucking idiot? You said it,” Yoongi snorts, arms crossed defiantly. He’s trying to look intimidating, but with his cheeks puffed up and these abominable kitten ears on his head, he looks more like a grumpy cat throwing a tantrum. He juts a thumb at Seokjin, “Thank this himbo for the outfit. I definitely would have chosen something more… inconspicuous.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” You quip, still trying to mask your giggles. On the other hand, Seokjin was wheezing like a hyena, his phone pulled out and presumably filming Yoongi to add to his cringe compilation.
“Exactly what I said!” Seokjin says through his laughter, tears of mirth streaming down his face. He walks back to Yoongi, pushing him forward until he’s face to face with you. “Go on, then! We haven’t got all day!”
“I’m assuming you’re officially part of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram business now?” you ask, opening your arms wide to accept his hug. Like the beta male that he is, Yoongi has to be the one to follow in your footsteps, meekly coming closer to wrap you in an embrace.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yoongi mutters, tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He feels you vibrate with laughter, bringing a small smile on his own face. He likes making you laugh, always has.
With the cardboard sign serving as a barrier between the two of you, he isn’t as fearful of you feeling the erratic beat of his heart, though it wouldn’t be hard to guess if you looked at him. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your hug rather than just panic through the entire ordeal like yesterday.
Soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him, still standing close. Your arm is just a hair’s breadth away, and if not for Seokjin enthusiastically videotaping this entire experience, Yoongi might have closed in for another hug if he could manage.
“It’s always nice to get a hug from someone you like, huh?” You say, cheeks tinted a rosy color. The true meaning of your words flies over Yoongi’s head, as his feeble mind chooses to focus on your comment a little differently.
“I––Of course I like you! We’re friends, aren’t we?” Yoongi laughs nervously, unaware that he’s slowly digging himself into a ditch. To the side, Seokjin audibly slaps a hand to his face, body shivering with secondhand embarrassment from being blasted by the full force of how idiotic his friend actually is.
Yoongi sees you deflate a little, further confusing him. “Yeah, you’re right I guess…” You sigh, taking a step backward dejectedly. Yoongi flounders a little, unsure how he managed to fuck up in just a few seconds when you had just hugged him like your life depended on it.
Choosing now to interfere before the going gets rough, Seokjin steps in between and slings an arm around both of you. Yoongi groans under the weight of his arm, glaring when he notices that Seokjin had done it on purpose, but only to him. You don’t look too bothered by his rude gesture, albeit you were more befuddled than before.
“Hey, Y/N! I don’t know if you’ve ever ordered a hug-o-gram before, but I’m doing a special this week! Now that Yoongi-chi has so kindly joined the team,” Seokjin gives him a pointed look, to which the black-haired music major sticks his tongue out petulantly, “we’re doing a little promotion for first-time customers! Would you be interested in ordering one?”
Your eyes widen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “M-me? Ordering a hug-o-gram? Well, I…” you hesitate, sending a small glance at Yoongi before looking away in embarrassment. “I would like to, but I don’t know if it’ll be well received, you see…”
Seokjin grumbles, silently cursing the stupid shithead who caused his own demise in the first place. The worst part is that he had no idea that he totally just friendzoned you! YOU! Someone who was literally leagues ahead of him. He sincerely has no idea what you see in this bumbling idiot, but everyone with a brain knows that you have been crushing on him for as long as he’s been crushing on you, so perhaps you’re a little bit of an idiot yourself for liking him back.
Being friends with the two of you makes him feel like he’s constantly wearing a sloppy wet diaper, and he hates it. He wants to wipe his ass as soon as possible!
Seokjin shoves Yoongi away roughly, ignoring his indignant squawks as he pulls you aside. He takes you by the hand, taking you a few steps away from Yoongi, far enough that he can whisper into your ear without the other boy hearing.
Yoongi fumes from the sidelines, trying to keep his emotions in check even though he’s bursting at the seams with jealousy. Not for the first time, Yoongi irritably realizes that he does act like a cat, especially in moments like this. He might make fun of Seokjin for being an attention whore, but Yoongi is the same, if only at a smaller scale. He just wants you to look at him, as selfish as that sounds.
Can someone give him a break? He’s been holding in his crush for four years now… Imagine having to take a massive shit after drinking two gallons of milk while being lactose intolerant, except every time you line up for the washroom, the line gets increasingly long no matter how long you wait. That is the extent of his suffering, he tells himself. So please, excuse his dramatics for this one instance.
(Seokjin’s Note: This fucking jackass is SO stupid. If he only knew how easy it is to ask you out, he would know that his emotional constipation could be solved if he just fucking ASKED where the next washroom is. He could have relieved himself ages ago, but NO! And he calls me the idiot! Me! The utter betrayal! I’m never agreeing to become the second lead to a rom-com ever again!)
When Seokjin finishes whispering in your ears, you appear amused by what he had said. Yoongi sweats when you turn to face him, grinning slyly at him. “Is that so…” you wonder aloud. Yoongi feels like the world has shifted on its axis somewhat, though he still doesn’t know exactly how. He has a hunch that he’s going to find out soon enough.
“Would I ever lie to you?” Seokjin laughs that annoying laugh of his, slapping his thigh in the process. He straightens up almost immediately, his expression turning deadpan in an instant. “Send me the details by tonight, and I’ll make sure to deliver it, okay?”
“Promise?” You ask, holding a pinky up towards him. Yoongi might have let out a high pitched sob when he sees the gesture, wanting nothing more than to cup your hands in his. God, if he already nearly died from hugging you, who is to say Yoongi won’t immediately disintegrate if you were ever to hold his hand?
“Promise,” Seokjin replies, linking his pinky with yours. He doesn’t forget to point a shit-eating grin at Yoongi, for good measure.
You pull away, looking happier than you did moments prior. You were absolutely glowing, filling Yoongi with a warmth that only you ever knew how to provide. He wants to make you smile like that all the time, wants nothing more than for you to live beside him, filling his walls with the sound of your tinkling laughter. You wave cheerily at the both of them, stepping away to head home. “I guess I’ll see you, then? I’ll make sure to e-mail you my request, Seokjin!” you say, winking teasingly. “Bye to you too, Yoongi! Thanks for the hug!”
Yoongi watches as you walk further and further away as the usual melancholy that follows whenever you leave soon takes its place in his soul. It might be his imagination, but Yoongi thinks the cat ears on his head might have started to droop to match his mood.
The only way he knows how to replace the sadness, however, is by redirecting those emotions on an unsuspecting victim. Lucky for him, a willing volunteer is already within punching distance.
“Ow! Stop punching me, you gremlin!” Seokjin whines, blocking Yoongi’s series of punches like a pro. He might as well put ‘professional punching bag’ on his resume at this point. “I’m trying to help you, you useless beta male!”
“How is this helping! You made me wear cat ears and whispered blasphemies into Y/N’s ears! Now she’s going to order a hug-o-gram for her crush and it’ll be the end of my chances with her! How could you!”
“I was not whispering blasphemies, you twittering tit! I was giving her advice,” Seokjin sniffs, annoyed. “Don’t say I never help you, by the way. I’ve been trying to help you for years now.”
Yoongi hits him with a steely glare. “Really? So replacing all my clothes in my closet with clown attire is your version of help? I had to wear those stupid clown shoes for a week before you told me where you hid my clothes, jackass!”
“I was only trying to help you physically express yourself! You’re already a clown on paper, might as well help you achieve your final form!” Seokjin huffs, infuriatingly haughty. “Listen, believe me. I only told Y/N something that everyone already knows anyway, so just shut your trap and let Daddy handle the rest. You’re not going to lose her, I promise.”
“Please never refer to yourself as Daddy ever again,” Yoongi seethes, stalking off towards their car. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”
“No talk, Yoobie angy…” Seokjin snickers to himself, following Yoongi with a spring in his step. This bastard is going to grovel at his feet by tomorrow evening, he’s sure of it. If he doesn’t, then Seokjin will bite his own dick in half––that’s how sure he is of his plan! (Not that biting his dick in half will do anything to his length; he’d still be left with eight inches, let’s be real.) All in good time.
x x x x x
Seokjin gets an e-mail the next morning, much earlier than any sane person would choose to be awake at. He groans lowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tries to read the contents of the letter. When he’s satisfied by what he has read, he forwards the e-mail to Yoongi before allowing sleep to take him once more.
Sleep evades him, however, when the sound of Yoongi’s big feet pounds noisily outside his bedroom. He hits his knee loudly against the coffee table, causing their beloved popcorn machine to tumble to the floor, but that is of little consequence to Yoongi right now. No, he needs to get into Seokjin’s room right now and scream––
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Yoongi hollers, slamming Seokjin’s door open. The hinges creak, desperately hanging on despite the impact. Yoongi proceeds to slam a fist upon Seokjin’s ass, who barely flinches due to the fatness of his ass cushioning most of the damage. He blinks blearily at Yoongi, but the smirk on his face is clear as day.
“Came to claim your hug so early in the morning? Well, I usually don’t entertain clients until after I’ve taken a shower, but for you… I’ll make an exception,” he yawns, peeling back his blanket and patting the empty spot on his bed. “Come on in, Yoobie Boobie… Let’s hug like it’s the last day on earth.”
Seokjin fails to realize that once he removed his blanket, he had inadvertently left himself vulnerable. Yoongi slams the heel of his foot against Seokjin’s groin, causing him to shriek bloody murder at 7 AM. He wonders, amidst his pain, whether this might be the last straw and that their landlord will finally kick them out after years of their stupid shenanigans.
“WHAT DID THAT E-MAIL MEAN? IF IT’S WHAT I THINK IT IS…” Yoongi threatens, but it’s as empty as Seokjin’s butthole. They both know the implications of that e-mail, even a toddler can put two and two together and make sense out of it. Anonymous e-mail or not, Seokjin wouldn’t just forward any hug-o-gram request to Yoongi, unless…
What did the e-mail say? It goes something like:
Dear Mr. Kim,
Thank you for offering your special promotion for new time customers of your Hug-o-gram Service! I’ve always been a quiet fan of your business idea, but I’ve always been a little shy to submit a request of my own. Thank you so much for giving me the little push that I needed to send my first (and hopefully last) hug.
I’d like to send a hug to Mr. Min Yoongi from the Music Department. I understand that he has recently been appointed an employee at your business, but seeing as how it’d be difficult for him to hug himself (while not entirely impossible), I’d like to request that you be the one to send the hug to him.
I don’t really have a message for him, per se… I’m still a little shy, even though you already told me that there is no reason to be. I want to believe what you said was true, so I’m pushing my fear aside and putting my fate into your hands. So, to Mr. Min Yoongi… “When I told you it was nice to hug someone you like, I don’t think you understood what I meant. A hug, after all, is a two-way street. They’re often served the best when it is reciprocated, if you catch my drift. :)”
Peace! :3
Regards,
[Redacted] [Redacted]
“Have your brain synapses finished connecting? Because if even this flies over your head, I’m sorry to say buddy but… You might have smooth brain syndrome,” Seokjin pipes up. He observes Yoongi’s brow crumpling, the first signal of his impending mental breakdown. If Seokjin remembers correctly, the next signal should be when––
Yoongi drops down to his knees, his phone clattering to the floor as he stares absently at the ceiling. Seokjin cringes, worried for the state of his friend’s frail kneecaps. The poor sap has bad heart health already; surely, it isn’t too early to get him a life alert button?
Seokjin scooches over his bed, dangling half his body over the edge to appraise his friend. “So. What do you plan to do now?”
For a moment, Yoongi remains silent. Eventually, he shuffles closer to him, perching his hands around Seokjin. The business student raises a brow, confused, until Yoongi pushes Seokjin back onto the middle of the bed so that he can cram himself beside Seokjin on his small double bed. He huffs amusedly, allowing the smaller boy to snuggle into his chest, though he still refuses to wrap his arms around him. Close enough, Seokjin snorts.
“I need your help, hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is small, shy. It’s so uncharacteristic of him that Seokjin immediately softens. They might act like toddlers together the majority of the time, but Seokjin truly does care about Yoongi more than anything. During early mornings like this, when the sun’s soft rays are filtering through his sheer curtains and filling the room with a gentle warmth, it’s nice to cuddle up with one another and enjoy the silence. In fact, Seokjin would never admit it to Yoongi, but he got the idea for his Hug-o-gram service from Yoongi himself, back when the younger boy would be more prone to sneaking into his bed during his bouts of loneliness and homesickness.
Above all else, Yoongi is just a boy with a lot of love to give, so who is Seokjin to say no to his pleas for help?
“You know I always got your back, Yoongi-chi. Whenever you’re ready, we can do whatever you want. Ask and you’ll receive,” he replies, caressing his soft black tresses. Yoongi hums, smiling softly into his chest.
“Thanks, dude. For being… you know.”
Seokjin’s heart pangs a little, but he ignores it. Instead, he continues combing through his hair, humming gently. “I know.”
x x x x x
It’s been a few days since you sent the e-mail to Seokjin and you haven’t heard back from him. You aren’t sure if he sends confirmation e-mails to his clients as you’d never asked for a hug-o-gram before, nor did you know anyone who has. You are forced to continue on with your days like normal, trying to ignore the unsettling anxiety from creeping up your throat and spewing all over the sidewalk.
If Seokjin hadn’t been lying to you, then there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. You’ve been harboring this crush on Yoongi for years now, and you never thought in your life that it would ever be reciprocated. He always seemed a little bit detached, a little too cool for you. Never mind the fact that he always seemed so jittery around you, like it was hard to talk to you or something!
Your answer comes on the last day of the week, after an especially rough day at class. Your back is bent, having finished a grueling four hour lab period where you did nothing but stand and stare at your reaction vessel spinning without any signal of change. You are just a little bit hangry from all the stress piling up on your plate, especially since you hadn’t eaten a decent meal since breakfast at 8 AM.
In short, life isn’t going as smoothly as you’d hoped for your senior year, but you can’t let the blues get to you too soon. After all, there are leftover chicken wings in your fridge with your name on it, and nothing beats your meat more than greasy poultry to end a terrible week.
You’re only inches away from sliding your keycard to open your shared dorm room when the door opens without prompting. You flinch backward, yelping loudly when your roommate Park Jimin grins slyly from the doorway––never a good sign, if you knew anything.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jimin says, leaning casually against the door like he hadn’t just scared the living shit out of you. He takes one glance at your disheveled hair and lightly sweaty clothes before grimacing in disgust. “Girl, I can’t let you meet the love your life while you’re looking like that. Come on, we have a few minutes before he arrives. Let’s get you freshened up.”
“I’m sorry?” You squeak, allowing your roommate to manhandle you into your own home. He pushes you into your room, depositing you roughly onto your unmade bed. You try to make eye contact with him, but he’s too busy raiding your closet to pay you much attention. “Excuse me? What did you say just now?”
“No time, princess! Your Prince Charming is on the way, and I’ve been ordered by Seokjin to prepare you for this life-changing moment, so get your ass into gear and change into this!” He shoves a clean pair of jeans and a nicer-looking blouse at you before proceeding to grab your hairbrush and comb your tresses with the gentleness of a mother tigress. You shriek when the brush gets tangled in an especially stubborn knot, but Jimin is relentless. He nearly tears your hair by the roots, ignoring your pained whines.
“Will you fucking stop! I have literally no idea why you’re acting like a psycho all of a sudden–” You shout when Jimin begins to undress you, having to kick him in the chest to get him away from completely eradicating your remaining traces of dignity. “Okay, fine! I’ll dress myself! Just get out of my room and fucking stay away!”
Jimin looks at you dubiously for a split second, before eventually acquiescing. “You have two minutes to get changed. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, do you?” he says, smirking knowingly. He better dread the day that you finally wipe that annoying twinkle in his eye; it’s been a long time coming.
Left alone to your own devices, you do as Jimin says even though you’re still wildly confused by everything. To think you had been so excited to feast on your chicken wings, and instead, you went through a decade’s worth of torture within the last few minutes. Patting your hands on the butt of your jeans, you meekly take a step out of your bedroom, where Jimin is already tapping his foot impatiently by the door.
He motions for you to hurry up. “Let’s go! Seokjin says they’re rounding up the corner. Hold on,” he steps closer to you, raising your arm up to take a shameless sniff of your pits. “Sorry, had to make a pit stop. You can never be too sure,” he shrugs, disregarding your squawks of indignation.
“I smell fine! Now what are we–” Your sentence is cut short as Jimin all but carries you to the elevator, your shrieks of terror causing one or two of your neighbors to peek their heads out of their doors. When they see it’s just the two of you, they simply shrug their shoulders, returning to their lives like it was normal to see Jimin carry you in a fireman’s hold.
He doesn’t put you down until you reach the lobby of your dorm complex, barely out of breath despite having held you the entire way down. Stupid buff baby, you groan internally to yourself, straightening down your clothes in a desperate attempt to look decent. “Okay, we’re here. Who am I supposed to be meeting?”
In lieu of an answer, Jimin points wordlessly outside your building. A black car is parked on the other side of the road, and you can barely see a familiar head of hair poking out from the driver’s seat. “Seokjin? What the…” you trail off, before your eyes finally land on their target.
Yoongi stands outside the glass doorway, not dressed in his usual all-black attire. He’s wearing an outrageously cute pink shirt today, matching the color of his natural flush. He always looks effortlessly good, with his hair a little windswept in that boyishly cute way. Your mouth goes a little dry when you realize he’s wearing his famous leather jacket, the one that always got the girls and boys swooning when he walked past in them. You hated how whipped for him you were, not wanting to be like the weird kids in his secret fan club, but who can blame you? He’s just so…
You rip open the door, nearly tripping and falling over the short steps leading to the entrance. You grind to a halt in front of him and you’re acutely aware of how rabid you must look. Your chest is pounding, like your heart is begging you to step closer, just like when you had hugged him all those days ago. God, you were going to kill Park Jimin for this.
“Yoongi? What are you…” You take one look at him before your gaze drops to his hands folded carefully behind his back. It doesn’t hide the fact that there is an obvious bouquet of flowers behind him, though. Your face lights on fire when you notice they were your favorite flowers too.
“I’m here to deliver a hug?” Yoongi says it like he’s unsure of himself, but there’s a little coyness laced in his tone. His cheeks are painted a soft pink, and not for the first time, they remind you of freshly baked bread pulled out from the oven. Soft enough to kiss, you wonder idly to yourself.
“I mean… I did order a hug a few days ago, but I do recall not ordering one for myself?” you laugh a little hysterically, your breath cutting short when Yoongi grins softly in response. “I… Who is this hug from?”
Yoongi takes a glance back towards Seokjin. “Hey, boss. Am I allowed to reveal who the secret admirers are, or will that get me fired?”
Seokjin, despite being a few meters away, laughs loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Well, Yoongi-chi. Something tells me your resignation letter was coming in the mail eventually. Who cares about the rules at this point?”
“He’s right,” you quip, pulling Yoongi’s attention back. You’re smiling wide now, your hopes and dreams skyrocketing in your chest and blooming a garden in your heart. “Who cares, right?”
“Right,” Yoongi agrees, taking the last two steps he needs to get closer to you. He drops the bouquet somewhere behind you before finally, finally, embracing you once more. He kisses you gently on the forehead, the contact short and sweet.
You feel like you’re dying, but it’s all good because Yoongi looks just as embarrassed as you. But none of it matters, not when both your happiness is palpable in the air.
“Y/N…”
“Yes?”
“This hug-o-gram is from me to you. Will you go out with me?”
You’ve always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. So when you lean in to plant your first kiss of many many more, he knows your answer well enough.
#bangtanarmynet#btsboulangerie#armiesnet#bts scenarios#yoongi x reader#bts x reader#bts reader insert#bts fanfiction#bts#bts imagines#bts fluff#college!au#min yoongi#yoongi#suga#yoongi scenarios#suga scenarios#yoongi fluff#bts suga#bangtan#bts fanfic#btsghostie#why am i even pretending like i write angst anymore... who am i#i feel like ive forgotten who i am LMAOOOO
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Cuddle Buddies
Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut! All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.
A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :
Okay so I don't know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they're dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn't realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)
Here it goes! I hope you like it!
———-
A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.
You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.
You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together.
You all talked, smoked, and created together. You and Rafa especially were always all over each other, keeping each other warm under blankets on the couch, watching movies while you ran your fingers through his hair, in one or another’s bed watching videos, or writing in tandem.
It was all good, cause Rafa was being a man-whore at the moment with several ladies, and you were just chilling. It was dope.
Almost.
It would have been all the way dope, except...
Except for the fact that you were in love with Rafa.
You loved sharing the same space with him, because you could smell him when he just got out of the shower, play in his silky hair, and feel his strong arms around you. And when he wore grey sweats…. Damn. You and your little bullet celebrated every time that happened.
Everyone could tell, except for Rafael. People ragged on you two so hard, that you vehemently denied it every time, to the point of getting heated.
One night, you side eyed the teaser through a cloud of smoke after catching Rafa’s grimace when they said you two should get together. Your mood sank at what you perceived was rejection.
“I would NEVER get with Rafa, that’s the homie. He’s like a brother to me. Ugh. Getting with my brother? No way. We’re just Cuddle Buddies.”
Rafa blinked and then took a toke.
“Exactly, we the homies. Platonic Ride or Dies. It’ll never happen.” He passed what he was holding and then stood up. “Cuddle Buddies till the end.” He sounded disgusted.
“I’m going to go get some food. I’m hungry. What does everyone want?” After everyone yelled out their orders, you offered to come with.
“Nah, sis. I’m good. Gonna clear my head. I’ll be back soon. Rafa peaced out and you sat back down with the crew.
-------
Ever since that night, Rafa seemed a little distant. He was always busy, and never had time to sit and kick it with you the last couple of weeks. You all never seemed to link.
One night, he was home when you came in with groceries.
“Oh shit, I didn’t know that you’d be here!” You put the groceries down on the counter while Rafa was at the stove, cooking up some pasta with marina.
“Mmmmmm. Smells good!” You went and stood very close to him, expecting him to give you a side hug, at least.
He just turned and glanced at you, a smirk lifting one side of his face.
“Will you never learn to keep an umbrella in the car? You always come in soaking wet from the rain.”
Here he was, shaking his head that you didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain. How could this talented genius ever want to be with you?
You just played it off, as usual. “I’m starving. I didn’t think I would make it through cooking, but you’re always clutch, Rafa!”
Rafa stood there and gaped at you.
“Uhhhhh… I thought you said you were driving down to the Vista to see your mom… I have someone coming over for dinner....”
“No. She’s decided to go on a cruise to Cabo with her bestie… she just called and told me as she was boarding the ship this afternoon. The hussy. Tryna be fast with her little friends.” You laughed.
“So, who’s coming over? UTK? Wayne? Jimmy?”
You jumped up on the counter and watched as Rafa put some french bread with butter and garlic in the oven. Smelled like heaven. Those guys would definitely invite you to stay.
Rafa wiped his hands on the towel that was hanging on the stove. And turned around to face you.
“Her name is Aurora.”
It was like he’d punched you in the gut. He’d NEVER brought one of his heauxes around. You fought the urge to double over, even though you felt nauseous. When you looked at him, he looked concerned.
“Hey, you okay?”
You jumped down from the counter and quickly nodded your head, laughing weakly.
“I...uh.. Yeah. Like I said, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, expecting to be at dinner with my moms by now.”
You grabbed your groceries, putting them up quickly and grabbed an apple, taking it to your room.
“I’m going to get out of your way in a minute, I’ll go over to Carla’s and hang with her tonight. We’ll probably go out and do what we do, you know?”
Rafa still looked worried.
“Are you sure you’re ok? You need more than an apple. Look, stay…”
“NO!” Your voice was raised and it startled you. “I mean, I’m not one to be a cock blocker. I’ll just get my stuff and get ready to go.”
Rafa just watched as you scurried into your room. Why did you feel like crying? Why did you feel as if you would never breathe properly again? You got out your phone and called Carla.
20 minutes later, you exited your room dressed for the club with your overnight bag. There was a strange smell in the room, and it wasn’t pasta. It was patchouli. You HATED patchouli.
You didn’t realize you were giving the gas face until Rafa came out of the kitchen followed by a short, but cute woman, with a body like, whoa.
Of course.
Rafa glared at you and you fixed your face. That bestie telepathy was on point. Then he looked up and down, as if he were judging your freakum dress. Well, fuck him.
“Oh, hey! Y/N, this is Aurora. Aurora, Y/N.”
Aurora ignored your outstretched hand and went in for a hug.
“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you intimately, just like Rafael.”
You tried to keep your face straight in reaction to her scent, then gave her a sideye.
Was it the inept way she rolled the ‘R’ in Rafael, or the thinly veiled shot at your relationship? Either way, you felt like slapping the shit out of her. You looked at Rafa, but then just cleared your throat.
“And I’ve heard so much about you as well. You’re all Rafa talks about.” He shook his head behind her. “Nice to meet you, but I’m headed out for the night.”
It was then that Aurora saw your bag and brightened up.
“Oh! You do look nice. Are you leaving, you sure you don’t want to stay?”
You could smell insincerity a mile away. Even patchouli couldn’t cover that up. You just smiled at her.
“No ma’am. I’ve got places to see and people to do.” You winked at them as you walked out of the door, holding up your umbrella. “Stay dry y’all.”
You made it out the door without crying of jack slapping that little bitch or Rafa. You were winning.
But why did it feel like you’d lost everything?
-----
You and Rafa successfully avoided one another for days. He was either over Aurora’s or you were with Carla, your mom, or just stayed in your room.
One time you passed Rafa and Aurora on the couch watching a movie on your way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Rafa’s head was in her lap.
You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Rafa’s slightly raised voice say: “Don't’ mess with the swoop, Babe.”
‘Babe.’ He called her Babe. That’s it. It was time for you to go.
You were cramping Rafa’s style. You just tiptoed back in your room, making little to no noise so that they could watch the movie in peace. You didn’t see Rafa looking at your door after you went in.
----
A week later, you let Rafa know your move out date.
“Wait. What?”
Rafa’s mouth was open. You repeated yourself.
“Well, I’m going to move in with Carla. She’s going to let me ride her couch until this other place comes open in three weeks. It’s a sweet deal, near the studio….”
Rafa’s mind was racing, you could see the gears turning.
“Well… why don’t you just stay here until then, we got a good thing going.” He looked upset. What was up with him?
“Rafa… I’m just in the way. You’ve got Aurora…”
“Hold up, wait. We aren’t even that serious. I mean, I just stopped seeing Bev and Chrissy. He looked at his watch. Last week.”
You laughed at Rafa’s fuckboi ways. “Well, what about me? I might want to date someone and bring them over…”
Rafa’s face changed.
“Bring someone over here…”
But it didn’t sound like an invitation, it sounded like a threat.
It was your turn to stare at Rafa. “What the hell…?”
He straightened up. “I mean, any of your guests are welcome here.”
You sighed and shook your head.
“See what I mean? Things are getting tense, I want us to stay friends, not be tight with each other all the time.”
Rafa grinned. “You said ‘tight.’” He dodged a couch pillow thrown at his head.
“What are you, a 12 year old?” You were rolling. He really was one of your best friends. But you needed space to get over yourself. And him.
“Okay. You grown. But just know that you don’t have to go. And know that I will miss the hell out of you.”
Rafa came over to hug you, and he held you longer than normal, and then kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, still in his arms and it was like…
You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I better go start to pack.”
Rafa stepped back. “Ok.”
Both of you hurried to your perspective rooms.
-----
One night, a couple of days later, Rafael came into your room without knocking.
“What did you say to Aurora?”
You were laying on your stomach on your phone, in just your t-shirt an panties. You rolled over and looked at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Rafa wasn’t yelling, but he was keyed up.
“What did you tell her the last time you talked?”
You put your head down to think, then brought it back up.
“I just said that I was going to miss playing in your hair when we watched movies, that I knew it was your favorite thing.”
Rafa nodded, then shook his head.
“Y/N, you’re the only one I let touch my hair. Aurora has barely been allowed near it.”
“That’s…. New.” You were perplexed.
“No it isn’t. Everyone knows I don’t like people messing with my hair. Aurora accused me of having feelings for you.”
You were sitting up now, crossing your arms and standing before Rafa.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Rafa looked like he was about to explode. He threw his hands up in the air and walked out of your room.
“OF COURSE IT IS! RIDICULOUS!” He was really agitated.
“Yeah, I know all too well that you think it's ridiculous for me to want to be with you. I don’t know what makes you think I’m not good enough for you?”
“Good enough for ME? You’re the one running around with all the model/actress types, you’re the one who thinks I’m beneath you. You said so that one night when you said we were ‘Platonic Ride or Dies.’”
“Here we go! Total distortion! Did you hear what you said before I said that? You said I was like your brother. Your brother. You think it’s that disgusting to be with me.”
“I just said that because you made a face when what’s her face said we should be together.”
“I made that face because I was imagining fucking your brains out. It was probably my cum face.”
You stopped and stared at him, mouth hinged open.
“The fuck?” You burst out laughing. “You are mad outta pocket Rafa.” Rafa was rolling too. “But you ain’t gotta lie.”
Rafa stopped laughing.
“Why do you think I’m lying?”
He was moving closer to you. This felt… dangerous. He looked up and down your body, and it was the first time you felt uncomfortable being comfortable around Rafa.
“Because you told me that you wanted to just be Cuddle Buddies a month after you came back from Canada. You drew a line in the sand.”
Rafa shook his head at you and smiled, green-blue eyes twinkling.
“I knew you were too zooted. I shouldn’t have tried to shoot my shot.”
“Run that back for me?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now.
“What I said was..I wanted to be Cuddie buddies. Cuddie is… you know…”
He pointed to your crotch.
You looked down, and then up at him again. “I can’t with you Rafa….”
Rafa tilted his head in that sexy way at you.
“Can you really not?”
You were stunned. Rafa continued.
“But I’m serious. When you came back with ‘Cuddle Buddies,’ I thought you were blowing me off and just wanted to be friends. So, I just settled into the friend zone.”
“Do you mean you’re attracted to me? Rafa, that’s funny as hell. You want me for my body?”
Rafa raised his eyebrows at you. “Hell yeah. C’mon girl. You know you’re fine.”
Your cheeks heated up. You stared at him for what must have been a solid minute. The possibilities of this alternate reality where Rafa liked you like you liked him opened up.
“But, Rafa... I don’t wanna be just cuddie buddies.”
“Oh. Ok, Cool….” Rafa cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at you.
“I want your heart.”
Rafa paused when he heard that and his face fell as he moved toward you. He took your arms in his hands.
“Y/N I'm sorry, I can't give you my heart.”
It was your turn to pick up your face.
“’Cause you already have it.”
His mischievous grin made your stomach flip. But you were mad.
“Fuck you, Rafa.” You were laughing with happiness, despite him playing too much.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Rafa swooped down and threw you over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting six months for that invitation.”
You were trying to kick and scream.
Raa swatted you on the ass, then smoothed his hand over the cheek that stung.
“The more you struggle, the more you’ll be begging me to stop in a few.”
You struggled some more, but he made it to your bedroom and deposited you on the bed. He glared down at you, all sexy green-eyed god.
“Try me, Y/N.”
You reached for the drawstring on his sweats.
“If you insist, Rafael.”
-----
Taglist:
@braidedchallah @theatrenerd86 @sebastianabucknettastan @imatyoursurrvicesurr @riiyy @lonelydance @jbrizzywrites @honeysucklechocolatedrippin @anh1020 @sillyteecup @ohsoverykeri @theselilwonders @biafbunny @summerofsnowflakes @honeysucklechocolatedrippin @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @janthonybitch @curlyhairclub
#roommate! Rafa#rafael casal#rafael casal x reader#ask dj#bay boy 💕#rafael casal oneshot#rafael casal fanfiction#rafael casal angst#rafael x reader#rafael casal fluff#rafael casal x black reader
101 notes
·
View notes
Text
Beneath the Stars || Douxie x Reader || One Shot
The soft sound of plucking of guitar strings filled your ears. It made your heart melt and feel warm inside, making you forget the cold. Your boyfriend started softly singing a song. He suddenly stopped playing, making you frown and turn your head towards him.
“Why’d you stop?” you asked, closing up the book you were reading.
“Well, I noticed what the time was and saw it’s nearly 6,” he said, gesturing to the clock on the wall behind him.
“So?” you asked, still confused.
“Remember, you promised me something…” he hinted.
You looked at him blankly.
“You promised me you would make me hot chocolate with marshmallows,” he said.
“Oh! Sorry Doux, I forgot about that,” you apologised, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen.
You grabbed a mug from the drawer, placing it on a counter. You then got sugar, and added 2 tablespoons of it. You walked over to the pantry and tried to get the cocoa powder, but it was on the top shelf. You weren’t that tall, so you struggled a bit. You felt a hand brush yours. You turned around to see Douxie grabbing it for you.
“I could’ve just grabbed it myself, you know?” you said, crossing your arms.
“But it would’ve taken you longer, so that would delay your making of my drink, which means I would have to wait longer,” Douxie whined, handing you the cocoa powder.
You rolled your eyes at his whining. He had to learn to be patient… well, at least for his food.
You continued to make Douxie’s hot chocolate. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist as you were mixing the sugar, cocoa powder and milk. Douxie put his chin on your shoulder as he whispered into your ear, “How much longer do I have do I have to wait? You know I’m hungry.”
“Well, if you let me go to the microwave, I can heat up your drink and then you’ll be able to drink it,” you replied.
“But I love doing this!” Douxie whined.
You chuckled at him. Even though he was a bit impatient with his food, you loved his whining. You gently pushed him back and walked to the microwave, putting the mug inside and turning it on. You walked back over to the counter to clean up your mess.
As you were cleaning up, Douxie was leaning over the other side of the counter, staring at you. He never took his eyes off of you. You noticed his staring from the corner of your eye. You blushed a little and giggled.
“Why are you staring at me, Douxie? Do I have something on my face?” you asked.
He shook his head, eyes still on you.
“Then?” you asked.
“You’re just… so amazing. I’m very lucky to have you,” Douxie expressed.
“I’m flattered,” you said, walking over to the microwave and getting out the mug.
You set the mug onto the counter and grabbed a bag of marshmallows, and plopped a few in. You handed Douxie the mug, putting the marshmallows away. You then looked at the time, it was 6:30. You had to get going or else your roomie, Zoe, would freak out.
“Doux, I go to go,” you shouted, grabbing your bag and opening the door of his apartment.
“Wait!” he shouted, running to you.
“What? You know Zoe will freak out if I’m not back soon,” you reminded.
“I know, I know. I’ll be at your door tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp. So you better be ready and have your things packed,” Douxie explained.
“Why?” you asked, wondering why he wanted to you to have your bag packed.
“It’s a surprise and surprises aren’t supposed to be told,” he said.
“But--” you started, but were cut off by a kiss.
The kiss wasn’t as long as Douxie wanted. You pulled back and smiled at him.
“Sorry, but I gotta pack and Zoe might be having a heart attack right now,” you apologised.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, my love,” Douxie said, giving you a two-finger salute.
You laughed at his gesture and walked out the door.
As you were walking through the streets, you noticed a bunch of kids gathered around something. You went over to check out what it was. You looked at what everyone was looking at. It was Toby doing some magic tricks. Currently, he was holding a sock in his hand and saying some words, you didn’t quite hear, and then the sock disappeared. Everybody started clapping at his trick. You were impressed. He actually pulled off a magic trick, unlike the other times.
You walked away and continued making your way to your apartment. As you continued, you felt a bit more colder than earlier. You hugged your arms and quickened your pace.
You were about to open the door to your apartment, but someone from inside already did.
“Y/N! Where were you? I was worried sick! You know I don’t like you staying outside after dark!” Zoe scolded.
“Sorry, Zoe. I got hung up. I was making Douxie some hot chocolate,” you apologised. “And you know that you could’ve just called to check where I was.”
“I did! I called you 10 times!” Zoe exclaimed.
You checked your phone to see 10 missed calls from Zoe.
Oops.
“My phone must’ve been on silent,” you shrugged, walking in.
Zoe closed the door and plopped onto the couch, turning on the TV. You put your bag away and sat on the couch with Zoe.
“What are you gonna watch?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied blandly.
She then turned off the TV and turned to you.
“So? What do you want for dinner? We’ve got some left over lasagne. Or we can just order something,” Zoe asked.
“I’ll have the left over the lasagne, you can order something for yourself. I’ve got to pack,” you replied, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
You warmed up the lasagne and quickly ate it.
“Woah! Hold up. Pack? Where are you going?” Zoe questioned.
“I actually don’t know where I’m going. Douxie just said to pack my bag and that he’ll be at the door at 9 tomorrow,” you answered.
Zoe smirked.
“Are you two going on a little lovey dovey holiday by yourselves?” Zoe teased.
“Zoe!” you groaned and rushed into your and Zoe’s room, wanting to avoid her and start packing.
You heard a laugh but you didn’t say anything, you just wanted to pack and go to bed.
After about half an hour, you zipped up your duffle bag and put it at the door of the room.
Crash!
Uh-oh! You rushed out to the kitchen to see broken glass all of the floor. Zoe was standing there, her hands behind her back, as if she didn’t do anything.
“Zoe, how did this happen?” you asked, grabbing a broom and cleaning up the mess.
“I was just tryna practice my magic… but, it didn’t go so well,” Zoe admitted, helping you.
“Next time, go somewhere where you won’t break anything,” you advised her.
“I will,” Zoe said.
“Ok, I’m heading off to bed. I’m beat,” you said, walking into your and Zoe’s bedroom and jumped in, not bothering to change.
The light got turned off. You looked to see Zoe heading over to her bed as well. You wished each other goodnight and fell asleep, well at least Zoe did. You couldn’t stop thinking about what Douxie’s surprise was.
The next morning, you were ready and drinking f/d on the couch. You heard the bell ring and hurried up to open the door. You opened the door to be greeted by Douxie, a big smile on his face.
“Ready to go, love? I don’t want us to be late,” Douxie asked.
“Yup, just let me get my phone and bag,” you said, rushing to get your things.
“Okay, got everything. Let’s go,” you said, walking out the door.
Douxie put your bag in the back seat of his car, where his bag and a whole bunch of random stuff was. You sat at the front of the car, waiting for Douxie.
“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to find out where you were going.
“As I said yesterday, it’s a surprise and surprises aren’t supposed to be told,” Douxie repeated, driving away from Arcadia.
“Pleeeeeeease,” you begged.
Douxie shook his head. You groaned and looked out the window, gazing at the scenery.
“You can listen to whatever music you want,” Douxie suggested, giving you his phone.
You smiled and put on some music.
The two of you enjoyed the drive, singing and telling each other jokes.
It was around 1 when Douxie stopped the car at a diner on the side of the road. The two of you headed in and sat at a table, ordering two sandwiches and two milkshakes.
“How much longer until we get to this mystery place?” you asked.
“We’ll get there just before sunset, I think. We’ll have enough time to explore the place,” Douxie replied.
The two of you chatted as you ate your food. You two spent a bit too much time at the diner, so the two of you rushed to the counter to pay. You pulled out your card, Douxie doing the same. “So, you guys splitting the bill or is just one paying?” the clerk asked.
“I’m paying,” both of you replied.
The both of you turned to face each other.
“No, y/n, I’m paying for this whole trip. Not you,” Douxie said.
“Oh, no, no, no! You’re not paying. I’m the one who’s going to pay since you’re already taking me to who-knows where,” you argued.
Then you quickly tapped your card onto the eftpos machine, paying for the food.
You smiled at Douxie, who gave you a frown. The two of you left the diner and continued the journey to the place Douxie was taking you. The drive was silent, no chatting, no music. You started to get worried if you had upset Douxie by paying.
“Doux, you okay?” you asked.
He just nodded at you.
“Are you upset about the bill?” you suddenly asked.
“What? No, I’m just hoping that we get there before sunset,” he explained.
After 3 more hours of driving, you had a arrived at the place. There was a beautiful lake in front of you, surrounded by pine trees. In the distance, you saw mountains that looked like it had recently snowed. You got out of the car and saw a bunch of cabins in front of you. Douxie got out of the car and handed you your duffle bag. The two of you headed to a slightly bigger cabin where a lady was at the reception typing away.
“Hey, Margaret!” Douxie greeted the lady.
“Hello, Douxie! I have your cabin keys ready to go. You and your lovely lady are in cabin 919. It’ll be easy to spot out,” Margaret said, handing Douxie a key.
Douxie thanked her and the both of you headed to find cabin 919.
After going around the woods for a few minutes, you spotted a cabin that had a sign that wrote 919. Margaret was right, it was easy to spot out.
“Hey, is it just a coincidence or did Margaret give us the cabin that was the same age as you?” you asked, putting the key into the key hole and opening the door.
You stepped inside, taking in the cabin. In front of you were two couches, one shaped like an L. In front of the couches was a fireplace and a large TV above. Next to it was a small kitchen and a dining table. You walked around and saw a door that led into the bedroom.
The bedroom was not to big or not to small. It was just right. It felt cozy and smelled like rosewood. To the right, there was a queen sized bed, with a bunch of pillows, pastel green and pink with a few plain white pillows. There were two armchairs in front of the bed, surrounding a round glass coffee table. At the back of the room was another fireplace. On each side of the fireplace were two big windows that almost went to the floor. Dangling above the bed was a chandelier with individual cone shaped lights that sat on a wooden ring. Overall, the bedroom was beautiful.
You walked outside the bedroom to see another door in front of the bedroom, which probably would be the bathroom. You walked in to see Douxie taking out his toiletries and placing them on a shelf.
“So, did you like it?” he asked, placing the last of his stuff on the shelf and walking over to you.
“I don’t like it...” you started, seeing Douxie frown, “I love it!”
Douxie playfully punched your arm, “You gave me a lil heart attack there, Y/n!”
“Well, I’ve explored the place. What do we do now?” you asked.
“I have a good idea on what we should do,” Douxie smirked.
He led you to the back, where there was an amazing view of the snow covered mountains you saw earlier. On top of that, you could see the sun disappearing at the horizon. The sky was now a mix of orange, purple, blue and pink.
“Douxie... this is so...” you stumbled, trying to look for the words, “I’m at a loss of words.”
“This place is quite breathtaking, isn’t it?” he said.
Both of you took a seat on the ground, watching the sunset.
“Wanna see a trick?” Douxie suddenly asked.
“Sure,” you replied.
Douxie transformed his watch into a bracelet, scrolled through his runes and tapped on one. He waved his hand and sky blue magic roses started forming around you. You stared at them with awe. He magicked a few birds as well.
“Douxie, where did you learn all this?” you asked as they faded.
“I’ve been learning over the years. Master Merlin taught me, but only after my nonstop begging. He only taught me how to magic the castle in Camelot, the rest I taught myself,” Douxie explained.
“Wow. Can you teach me? Please?” you requested.
“I’ll teach you tomorrow. I have plans for us for the rest of the evening,” Douxie responded, getting up and lending you a hand.
You took it and he pulled you up to your feet, only to be swept off of them by Douxie. He carried you in his arms, bridal-style.
“Doux, you know I can walk myself back into the cabin, right?” you said.
“I’m fully aware of that, but this is more fun,” he grinned, walking back into the cabin.
He set you down on the couch and plopped himself next to you.
“So, what are the plans?” you questioned.
“I’m not telling you, it a surprise. For now, you can go freshen up and get changed,” Douxie said, getting the TV remote and started to scroll through the channels.
You headed into the room and got a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie, since it was starting to get a bit chilly. You walked into the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
While you were getting freshened up, Douxie called Archie.
“Hey, Arch! How’s it going over there?” Douxie asked.
“Mostly good. Tobias here has ate most of your supply of popcorn, Jim is making pizza, Claire and Blinky are arguing over what movie to watch. Other then that, everything is cool over here. What about you?” Archie explained.
“Good, just going to--” he started when he heard someone knock on the door. "Sorry Arch, I got to go. Oh, and tell me if anything and I mean if anything goes wrong."
"Don't worry about it Douxie, you just enjoy your time with y/n," Archie reassured him.
Douxie playfully rolled his eyes and disconnected Archie. He got up from the couch and opened the door to see Margaret.
"Hey Margaret! What's up?" he asked.
"I just came here to tell you that your special requested dinner is ready. You and your lovely lady can start heading over there," Margaret said.
"Thanks Margaret!" Douxie said, as she walked away.
Soon after, you came out of the bathroom, all freshened up.
"Okay Douxie, I've freshened up, as you had requested," you said.
"Great! Just wait five minutes and we'll be out the door," Douxie said, running into the bathroom.
Exactly five minutes later, Douxie came out the bathroom. He was wearing the exact same thing as you, the only difference was that he had a plain hoodie while you had some type of pattern on the front.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"You're the one who made me wait for five minutes."
"Oh, right."
The two of you then headed into the woods, you having no idea why. Then you reached a clearing where there were fairy lights hanging around the trees, a small round dining table in the middle. There was food already set out on the plates, making your mouth water from the aroma.
"Quick, we should probably start eating the food before it gets cold," Douxie whispered in your ear and pulled you to the table.
Douxie took out the chair for you and you sat down.
The two of you ate f/f while Douxie and you chatted away under the moonlight. While you were chewing, Douxie spoke, "Even if gravity didn't exist, I'd still be falling for you."
You choked on your food, grabbing the glass of water in front of you and gulped it all down. After calming down a little bit, you fell silent.
"What made you want to use a pick up line on me?" you suddenly asked Douxie.
"Cause I felt like it. Plus, I wanted to know how you would react," Douxie admitted. "Now, I know how you react to pick up lines."
He burst out laughing while you were groaned at him.
"Haha, very funny," you retorted.
"Okay okay. I'll stop laughing. So, you done?" he asked.
"Yep," you answered.
"Okay, 'cause we're going now," Douxie said, getting up.
You also stood up.
"I know that I'm not going to get an answer, but we are we going?" you questioned.
As you had guessed, Douxie didn't answer. He just said that it was a surprise, yet again.
After about 10 minutes of trekking, you arrived at a cliff where you could clearly see the night sky. You could even see the Milky Way. That's how far the two of you are from the city lights and pollution.
"Wow, Douxie, this is beautiful. I can see the Milky Way here," you commented, as the two of you sat down at the edge of the cliff.
"Yeah, we're that far away from the city. I always knew that you took an interest in space, especially constellations and stars," Douxie said, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Douxie. This place is amazing," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Anything for you, my love," Douxie said, planting a kiss on your hair.
The two of you spent the rest of the night stargazing.
Credit: Gabby - IG: itsgabby.2021
#douxie x reader#douxie x y/n#douxie casperan x reader#hisirdoux x reader#hisirdoux x y/n#hisirdoux casperan x reader#tales of arcadia#one shot#my writing#my story
146 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wally West with an Earth Bending S/O
emmacata said: Could you write some hcs for dating Wally West (YJ) as "earthbender-like powered meta" please?
Anonymous said: Hello. I hope you are doing well. I don’t know if you are accepting requests right now (I’m also slow so please do tell me if my dumb self missed it in your bio or something). I wanted to request something for Wally (dude I miss him. Writers bring him back!!). Do you have a favorite from YJ? Enjoy your day/night!
You met the Young Justice team at Mount Justice
You had sensed something wrong with the Mountain using your powers
So, one day you used your Earth Bending to create a path into their HQ
When you came inside
It was shocking
And you wanted to go inside and check the place out
But your gut told you to run and pretend this never happened
You immediately pulled your hood up and hid your face in case security cams were on
And you ran out
Just as you made it out of the passage way
You were about to close it but someone super sped right past you
You saw his face and you knew he saw yours
And even though you immediately tried to forget what he looked like
His face was flashing before your eyelids
Right when he was about to grab you, you shifted the ground to sink his feet into the sand
And taking off as fast as you could
When you got home you immediately hid underneath your covers
Trying to calm your racing heart
You didn’t know who that boy was
All you knew was that he had super powers and was a speedster
And that you were at a place you weren’t supposed to
You wondered whether he was a super hero
But there was also a chance he was a villain
In which case, he saw your face, he knows you saw their HQ and could possibly track you back to your house and kill you
Which is honestly kind of scary
So, you just try and lay low for the next few days
Not going to school and pretending to be sick
And so far, it seems like nothing is going to happen
So, you feel kind of relieved
Until one day you go out for pizza with your family
And lo and behold there is the exact same boy you saw at Mount Justice
Red hair and green eyes
Along with a few others
In the back of your head, you’re like just remain unnoticed
But just as you’re about to turn your head
He makes eye contact with you
And your heart drops
You look away anyway and pretend that you didn’t see him
But oh ho ho
He definitely saw you
And you’re like sinking in your seat tryna pretend you’re not here
And something in you expects him to just pick you up out of your seat while threatening you with a gun
But he just comes up to your table
“Hey, babe!”
Totally unexpected
Downright lunacy if you have ever seen it
“(Y/N) who is this?”
“Babe, I’m kinda offended you haven’t told your parents about your boyfriend.”
“(Y/N) (L/N), you have a boyfriend?”
And you’re just in shock
Like wtf is happening?
And you’re going to open your mouth and say he’s just a crazy
But before you can he speaks again
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. (L/N), I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”
And you finally just get your voice back
“No, he isn’t! I’ve never met him in my entire life!”
“Well that obviously isn’t true, babe.”
And you’re just like sweating
Your parents are honestly concerned like “Everything okay?”
And this red-headed kid over there is just having a shit eating grin
You’ve just about had enough
So, you wipe the grin off his face and grab his ear
Pulling him out of the pizza place
Because you’re sure he can only super speed so your powers can put him in his place
Unless he’s gotten reinforcements
But something about him tells you that he hasn’t really thought this through
“What the hell was that?!”
His face turns dark and then out steps a few other teenagers
You assume must be on his side
Feeling a little threatened, you raise your hands to fight
“Who are you?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”
“Well since you already snuck into our base, I would assume that you already know.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint but I really don’t.”
“We don’t particularly believe you.”
You scoffed
“Well, if you’re gonna kill me anyway, what difference does it make?”
And that kinda shocks him for a second
“Woah, kill you? We’re not gonna kill you, we’re the good guys.”
“Eh?”
And now all of you are confused
Fast forward to them explaining everything
You tell them that you didn’t mean to trespass
And about your powers
So, everything is good and well you think they’re gonna let you go
Just as you’re about to leave, Robin stops you
“We can’t just let her go; she knows the location of our HQ.”
“Look, birdboy, I have a curfew. My parents probably think I’m making out with said “boyfriend” in an alley somewhere.”
Wally blushes but still makes a flirtatious comment about doing what your parents say
“And I would like to save myself the experience of getting ‘the talk’ on the car ride back home. So, I bid you adieu.”
And walk away like a boss
You manage to convince your parents that you’re not dating him
You don’t know why you ever thought that you could get away with it
Because the next day in school
Guess who’s sitting in the desk beside yours
Yep, Wally Fucking West
“You’ve resorted to stalking me now?”
“I’m trying to make sure you don’t kiss and tell, babe.”
Ever met a headache in person?
That was exactly how you’d describe Wally
But he’s kind of lovable?
Which is honestly more irritating
But between Wally’s flirting and infuriating behaviour
You start to see a genuine and kind side to him
The way he always gives you a hand when you’re getting on the bus when it stops far away from the pavement
The way he always opens the doors for you
The way he stays back in school so he can walk you home
Sure, he could’ve been doing it to keep an eye on you
But you believed that he didn’t
You told yourself that one day if Wally sincerely asked you out
Then you would say yes
And you kinda just waited like a fool for him to genuinely ask instead of just implying it while flirting
But finally, you realized that you would do the job
Cuz clearly wally is also a coward
So, you technically ask him out first
Even though he tells everybody that he made the first move
Still flirts with you
Even though you’re dating
You’re not an official member of the group
But you still help out when you can
Worrying when Wally is on a mission
Bear hugs when he gets back because you were worried as hell
His holding you tight and telling you that he isn’t going anywhere
Robin third wheeling and suddenly feeling single af
Wally likes randomly grabbing you in his hands and running to wherever
Giving him leg massages cuz he’s sore
Him repaying the favour
He’s extremely warm
So, when you cuddle, you turn the AC way up and then just melt in his arms
Damn I’m getting sleepy writing this
He always steals your food
Showing up to your parents’ house with you and introducing himself to your parents
Again
Your parents just being like
“We knew it.”
Sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night after a mission because he just wants to hold you
Sneaking out of your bedroom in the morning because your parents would literally kill you
Inviting you over to Mount Justice sometimes
The others don’t like it but oh well you can bend through earth so shut up
You like to walk barefoot most of the times
So, Wally always brings you to the beach
Him eventually retiring from being Kid Flash so you could live peaceful lives together
NOT dying on the mission in Antarctica
Actually, living a long and happy life with him
Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee
DC Taglist: @emmacata
#Wally West#wally west imagine#wally west headcanon#wally west x reader#Kid Flash#kid flash headcanon#kid flash x reader#kid flash x you#Young Justice#young justice oneshot#young justice headcanons#young justice imagine#young justice x reader#Headcanon#dc x reader#dc x y/n#earth bending
419 notes
·
View notes
Text
COLORS, PART 2
*Smutless
Before I even look at anyone else's work, I reinforce sharp lines and darken the darkest areas on my painting with blue tones and deep browns. I'm working on organic matter, a bouquet of flowers and it requires trusting my eyes. I can't paint in the way that feels good, I have to be precise for realism.
"Much better," Yaya nods and I smile having not noticed that she was standing behind me watching. "After one class too and no one told you anything," she adds.
"Imagine if I got some real feedback."
"Mr. Peters," she calls gently to the professor who comes right over. He's young and cute with locs and a septum piercing. A little kooky, but loved by his students and eager to help.
"How can I help you?"
"Criticize Meg's painting. What's she missing?"
"Honest critique," he asks and I nod. "Beautiful but it doesn't give realism. You left no room for the halo effect around the outer petal and your red leans too brown, that part is pink," he points the mid-petal. Black is not an outline color, retire your black completely. White it not an outline or highlight. Also that flower petal would have a tiny amount of speckling realistically. I'd typically use a toothbrush and splash with the bristles, but do what you can.. Keep going, you're doing so well."
"Gee thanks..." Looking at my painting with fresh eyes, I need to start over. I know I can do this way better and I'm excited to try, but I don't have the time. I have to suck it up and finish this current painting.
"What did Kellan say about your work of art last week," Yaya asks suddenly. "Could he see a difference in your technique?"
"I told you Kellan don't give a damn about my techniques or my skill level. He doesn't have an eye. He sees paint on canvas and to him it's finger painting."
"So you ain't show him. Is that because of the subject of the painting?"
"You mean the big black dick? Maybe. He's not..," I don't wanna sound mean but, "He don't understand art. He wouldn't see it how we see it. If I show him that painting he's gonna it's pornographic and then he'll think something that ain't true and I don't feel like dealing with that."
"Doesn't sound like you're compatible."
"You were just caping for him last week," I glare. "You should pick a stance."
"Oop! Well how about I'm not caping, I thought I was helping you look at things a different way because you can be harsh."
"Harsh? Because I see how things are and I tell you? You don't accept it until you repeat it. Then you wanna act like you told me something new. That's one thing that drives me crazy about you."
"I can think of more than a couple things about y-"
"Okay y'all ruining the energy in this room," Francis' voice rises. "It's a beautiful day today, sun shining!"
It is.. We're all painting the same thing today and Yaya's looks better than mine again, but I can see why and how and part of it is her colors. They aren't muddy. "Use more paint," she says reading my mind. "Don't be scared to use it up. Then when you want to mix in a tiny amount of a new color you have more to work with, less paint stroke, less mud."
"I can't wait to start this over or paint something else," I say plopping paint on my picture. At this point I just want it finished. "I'm gonna paint my mom's houseplant at home soon as I get there."
"Mama," I call through the apartment wondering if she's in her room or maybe the bathroom. I can't find her anywhere. "Where you at ma," I yell before calling her cell. She picks up on the third ring and who do I hear in the background? My boyfriend loud and clear laughing.
"Who's that," he whispers suddenly. I could scream. Who did he think?!
"We at Friday's what you want back?"
"Back? Ma.. Y'all really went to eat without me?!"
"Oh girl hush."
"Why was Kellan at the house and y'all ain't care to call me? That's aight.. I'm coming now."
"Megan, chill," Kellan cuts in.
"What? You don't want me there?"
"I ain't say that.."
"Tuh! Look nigga. This between me and MY mama so you can butt outta this one."
"HEY," she snaps but she's cut off.
"I'm just tryna know mom a bit more. I'll see you when I bring her back," Kellan says. "Love you," they say in unison. The call drops and I'm left staring at my phone screen. I didn't even get to tell them what I wanted from there.
Grabbing the keys to my mom's car, I go there anyway and I look from the door once I'm inside to see if I see them sitting down at a booth or at the bar, but they're not in there. Curious, I sit in the car and call again.
"Y'all ain't even get my order before you rudely hung up. Before y'all leave Friday's can I get the chicken and shrimp?"
"Yup," she says.
"How's the food, y'all been there a while."
"I'm not gossiping about you if that's what you asking," she mumbles and I roll my eyes wondering what would make them lie to me.
"Nevermind. I'm a let y'all enjoy each other's company without me," I snap hanging up. I go into the Fridays and get a free chicken sandwich and when I get home I start painting. I use every tip to create something that looks like I didn't even paint it, that's how good it looks and I'm only half done when mom and Kellan mozy through the door laughing with mom holding a food bag. "Is that my food," I ask.
"Yeah, lil girl, take this bag and gone."
Kellan laughs and tries to kiss me on the forehead but I move and ignore him until he gets the point.
"Seriously..," he kisses his teeth and I take my stuff to my room, closing the door. I'm close to breaking up with him.
"And then they lied about where they went that's what really pissed me off," I seethe squeezing the hell out of my Sprite. It's a vending machine and student lounge day. Yaya has McDonald's that she got her other friend to bring her.
"Take half these fries." She dumps them on a napkin. "Maybe they went to a different Friday's."
I glare. "No, Yaya."
"Okay then they lied. What you gonna do about it, dump them both?" She squeezes ketchup on her fries and I grab the other pack.
"No just him. I don't want to, but he's really irritating me with these mommy issues and he doesn't think it's a problem."
"Alright so dump him. Maybe you can go for that model guy. What's his name?"
"I don't wanna just dump him though, you don't get it. I want to because he's pissing me off but then again I don't want to because I do still like him. I just want him to take me serious and stop!"
"But he hasn't and you know he won't.. so NEXT. What about that guy?"
"Erik? I don't know what to think about him and I don't need to trade one issue for another one if you feel me."
"You only spoke to him twice, maybe if y'all had an actual conversation.."
"You saw how that went when I tried."
"He was doing a job, what did you expect? Him to stop and talk to you the whole time?"
Nah.. Just most of it. "Besides when would I run into him again, those two times were by chance." The gallery showing comes to mind. I took the brochure from COLORS when I went and the event starts this Friday and lasts the weekend. Slim odds of catching him if he goes. "Anyway, I'm just venting to you. Not asking for instant solutions."
She shrugs sipping her drink, simple as that.
"So I'm going to the gallery event Friday night if my mama lends me the car."
"And there it is," she smirks from around her straw. "You act like you don't need my advice but in the end you always take it."
"Shut the fuck up," my face cracks. I wanna mean mug but my lip keeps twitching.
"That's why good things happen for you."
"Anyway.. If he's there I'll get at him. If not, I'm enjoying the gallery so win-win."
COLORS is transformed when I walk in. Paintings line the walls and I decide to start from the left and walk my way around the entry room. They did well balancing the crappy canvases with the icy ones. They're all landscapes. Grassy hills with ponds and windmills or trees. Oceans meeting the sky. The Savannah. Dirt.. Rain.. Storms. The topic changes with every room or space. When I get to the sip & paint room, it's human portraits. If I had known I could submit mine, I would've. Still, it's fun to look at everyone else's. I see April's name next to a painting of a guy, not Erik, but a different model. I wonder if anyone else submitted their work.
Moving onto the next cluster of portraits I see a tall beanie from the corner of my eye. Turning, I'm shocked to find my ulterior motive for coming standing eight feet away from me, staring at a portrait.
"Erik," I whisper getting his attention and he does a double take. He hadn't noticed me. "We can't keep meeting like this, just say you want me," I joke rubbing my palms together. He loves it, he's smiling as he comes over to my side draping his arm over my shoulders.
"Where's your painting," he asks now scanning the wall for it.
"At home. I didn't know we could submit them for this, I surely would have." I really would have, I'm a little disappointed that I didn't know.
"Aw, I wanted to see it.. I showed you mine..," his eyes twinkle flirtatiously. He really is a troll.. but not better than me.
"And it was (chef's kiss)," I tease watching humor briefly flood his eyes. "I'll bring my painting to show you but when would I see you?"
He thinks about it. "When you coming by COLORS again?"
"Rather than a drive-by why don't we just paint one night?"
"Aight," he nods. "Say when. I have classes, but when I'm free.."
"What school you go to?"
"Brandman.. You know it?"
My face gives it away. Of course I know it, that's Kellan's school. I wonder if they ever met.
"What program?"
"General Business."
That's Kellan's program.
"You know Kellan?" I'm on edge right now.
"Yeah I know Kellan, wait.. you hisss- ?"
"Girlfriend," I fill in the blank and he nods letting go of my shoulders. In this moment I wish I were single. This just got awkward.
"Look," he sighs. "I don't want any negative energy surrounding me, my karmic energy is pure as of now.. So please don't take it wrong that I can't meet up with you in good conciousness."
"We can't.. be friends?" I shrug. I sound crazy right now.
"We can, but nothing beyond. No flirtation," he stares laying down the law. I get it. No line crossing.
"That's all I had in mind," I smile, a lie on my breath. If he smells it he doesn't call it out. "What's your contact, we can link and paint. I'll still bring the portrait."
He gives me his number and we part ways, him moving on to enjoy the exhibit while I move in a different direction to do the same. I don't notice when he leaves, I only notice that I haven't seen him. When I leave, I call my mom.
"Bring my car," she says. She leaves almost as soon as I get there so I call Kellan to come over.
"Hey baby," he greets squeezing my cheeks at the door like I'm five. I don't like that because my older brother used to do that before he moved. I stare as Kellan goes in the fridge for juice like he lives here.
"Why can't you kiss me like a normal boyfriend? I don't understand."
"What? Aw, come here. Big baby." He gives me a bear hug planting his lips on my forehead which isn't much different to me, but whatever. I'm tired of talking about it. I pull him to my room and push him to my bed. Of course he doesn't fight me, he just falls and lets me climb him. "You feeling frisky huh," he grins. I hate that word. My hand goes directly over his mouth.
"Don't talk." The more he talks the more turned off I get. He double hand smacks my ass and it helps, I'm back into it. We makeout until he moves me from on top.
"Left the condoms in the car. Be right back."
"Man hurry up," I yell after him and his clumsy ass knocks over my painted canvas which was backwards for a reason. He gets a glimpse and does a double take, stooping to pick it up and look at me. Here we go.
"What's this," his eyes go back and forth from the painting to my face.
"What it look like?"
"Who is this?"
"Don't start that, it's a model. I painted that last week. I also painted that self portrait," I point, "Those plants," I point again, "That fruit bowl." Neither of which are paintings he cared to see. I'd have shown him.
"Whose dick is this and why you painting naked men, was you in the room with him?"
"The room?"
"Here.. or his place?"
"Are you dumb? That's not how it works." He looks like I'm lying, his side-eye trained on me. "This is why I can't share my art with you, you either don't care or you judgy. I don't like that."
"I don't like you drawing dicks and thinking that's cool. You had to really focus on it didn't you? Did you like it?"
"Oh my God," I'm regretting calling him over now. If it's not one issue with him it's another. "It's ART. You don't see like that as an artist. It's purely interpreting and recording the human form."
"But you ain't deny it.. You liked looking at it."
"What is wrong with you? I'm not doing this with you, I don't have to explain myself." That fast I'm over it and I want him out. "You can go. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
"You want me out so you can call this nigga," he mutters. "Who is he? I know him. He looks familiar."
He's staring at the picture so hard I decide to tell him. It's not like I have anything to hide. "He's an art model. Me and my classmates went to COLORS, a sip & paint where we all created these artworks.. and as it turns out you do know him. He goes to Brandman."
"I knew he looked familiar," he mutters still staring at the picture.
"Yeah, he said he knows you. Decent guy. I told him I was your girlfriend. Very respectful." He looks up at that and I roll my eyes. I shouldn't even be explaining. "You know, you could come to COLORS if you're that concerned."
He sits my painting back down and rubs through his mass or curly hair like he's stressed. I don't understand why he's so bothered by this, but I knew it would happen. "When," he asks.
"I'll let you know. In the meantime, goodbye because I'm tired.. of this conversation and your nonsense, I knew you'd trip over absolutely nothing."
"Nothing looks like a whole lot that I ain't fuckin with.. I bet ma don't know about this."
"GET OUT." I all but shove him out the door. I'd dump him right now if I didn't think he'd attribute it to Erik. Also Erik would think I did it because of him. I have to wait. I should've just dumped him back when Yaya said something. I don't even wanna go to COLORS anymore because all Kellan will do is ruin the vibe.
From the time Erik came through the door, Kellan has been acting up and saying lil slick shit that Erik's been graciously ignoring. It's embarrassing! Luckily I warned Erik about Kellan ahead of time so he knew what to expect. I, however, was somehow still caught off guard.
Moving his brush across the canvas, Erik's focused face is one worth painting. "You have to have an artistic bone in you somewhere Kells.. Eeeeveryone has one thing.. they can do artistically."
"Nah. I'm not artistic and I don't care for it outside of Megan's art."
"Hm," I mutter so only Kellan hears it. He doesn't care for my art either, but I keep that to myself and work on my painting. It's a guided paint night where we all paint the same picture, a star fall over snowcapped mountains and steep water valleys. I peak at Kellan's painting. "That's a cute mountain, you know if you use your brush and stipple you could get some texture." Taking a brush, I dip it in a little paint just to show him what I mean.
"You gone paint it or me," he says, so I put the brush down and let him do him.
"Small world.. How y'all meet?"
"We kept bumping into each other," I answer though it was addressed to both Erik and I. "Rest is history."
"Where and when did y'all bump into each other?"
Turning to Kellan, I mouth 'stop' because he's about to make things awkward AGAIN. I wish I didn't invite him, but I thought he'd chill if he saw there was nothing going on. Erik's been trying to be chill the whole time but I see the irritation. "I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this," I apologize as he tries to make it look like it's no big deal.
"Don't apologize for me," Kellan blurts with silence following. It's so much negative energy.
"So Erik.." We need a subject change. "How good is that model money? I may be interested."
"No you not. You'll do no such thing," Kellan stares, daring me to oppose. It takes me right back to being irritated.
"Don't tell me what to do Kellan. You ain't ever did that before I don't know why you think it's cool now.. Anyway.. How is it," I ask Erik again.
"You get a lil something, it depends. Ask me again in the winter."
"Oh no, stick to the warm weather I got you!"
"You ain't got shit. Ma would kill you," Kellan blurts.
"You mean MY mom would kill me? Mine?? I'm grown.. What are you talking about," I glare.
"You grown until ma beat that ass. That's broke hoe activity, getting naked for people. Call it whatever you want, you're still showing your body. Male or female."
I pause. "This from the nigga fuckin me in my mama's house?.. Try again. And call her ma one more time, I'ma sleep you. I keep telling you stop acting like we siblings. It's weird. I already have a big brother and you are not him."
"You salty. Don't bring up personal issues in public, that's a me and you situation."
"What the! I'm about to-" I wanna slap this blue paint on his face. "I can't do this." I drop my brush and grab my bag. "I gotta go, Erik, I'm sorry and I hope we can still be cool. If not, I get it. Completely. I'm out though."
Kellan follows me out. "You forget we came together?"
"Nah you did. What the fuck was that in there," I point to COLORS. We're in the parking lot. "You had to embarrass me, didn't you?"
"So I'm an embarrassment."
"Take me home," I snap jumping in the passenger seat of his car. When we get to my building I get out and slam the door. "I'm done. We're over, don't call me don't at me."
"It's because of Erik, ain't it. You wanted him that's why you creating problems with me."
"It's because of yo ass! I tell you the same thing all the time. You don't care, you don't listen. You ain't interested in nothing I'm interested in. You won't even try and tonight doesn't count because the only reason you came with me was to embarrass me. You were rude as fuck for what? Jealousy? He barely said two words."
"Bet you can quote both though." He looks so smug.
"You ain't hear nothing else I said."
When I get to the apartment, I look at the painting I meant to show Erik. I left it in my room because Kellan wanted me to give it to Erik for him to keep so I couldn't look at it.. As if I sit in my room lusting over painted dick. Either way, I wasn't about to give it up, it's portfolio material. Kellen can go.. if anything.
#original#erik killmonger#killmonger#erik stevens#erik killmonger fanfiction#erik stevens au#black panther killmonger#colors
160 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ok, I swore that I had posted this a few days ago, but apparently not??? (I was slightly drunk that night, so maybe I imagined it idk) Anyway, here is a fic I decided to write when working out Wind's backstory for my LU AU. It basically just follows Wind when he first meets Time. It's the first thing I've actually written for this AU, so I'm excited about it!
Anyway, it's around 3k words! I hope y'all enjoy!
-
Wind had made a vow to himself a long time ago to never rest until he finally found his sister, Aryll, and he didn’t plan on breaking that promise. He would willingly die before giving up on his own family. Unfortunately, Wind is only 13 so he doesn’t have many resources to actually look for Aryll. At least, not anymore. Wind lost touch with Tetra ever since he arrived on Hyrule’s lands and he doesn’t know anyone in this foreign place. He hadn’t really wanted to leave Tetra and the crew, but finding Aryll was more important to him than anything else.
Hyrule was bigger than anywhere Wind has ever been. Bigger than even Labrynna, definitely bigger than his former home on Outset Island. The vastness reminded him of open waters, a moving deck beneath his feet, and shouted orders from his captain. But the various forms of nature were like strangers to Wind. Being in new situations should come as no surprise to Wind anymore, but he can’t help but be slightly wary of Hyrule. He knows nothing of the great Hyrule, except stories told to him by strangers and he was about 90% sure that those stories were greatly exaggerated. When Wind thinks of Hyrule, he has a faint memory of Granny telling him a story about the Hero of Time and how, even though he only fought for a year, he had managed to cut down half of the Twilight Realms forces. The story seemed a bit far-fetched, but it was one of the only things he could remember of his grandmother and his home. Wind wished he could remember more of their time together.
Stop thinking about her, Wind berated himself as he walked through a particularly crowded alleyway in Castle Town. Stuffing down his thoughts and feelings, Wind focused on not bumping into the strangers that surrounded him. The close proximity to strangers made Wind feel on-edge and paranoid, not that he had any reason to be. Wind didn’t have money for anybody to steal and any of his rarer items were carefully hidden out of sight. On the outside, Wind knew he looked like a simple teenager skipping class and not a former pirate looking for his lost sister. Wind considered this a good thing, as he didn’t want strangers to be suspicious of who he was. He hoped to the goddesses that it wasn’t obvious that he was a foreigner.
Wind felt a rumbling in his stomach and became uncomfortably aware of his poor money situation. It had been almost two days since he had run out of spending money, and at least 17 hours since he last ate something. The thought of digging through the trash for food left a foul taste in his mouth, and Wind was willing to admit to having too much pride to ever actually commit the act. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), Wind didn’t have too much pride to steal. He had traveled with pirates for a good three years, they definitely rubbed off on him.
So, while passing a vendor that was selling homemade bread, he casually grabbed a loaf and walked away. Or, well he tried to walk away. Wind had thought that the man tending the cart had been too busy with another customer to notice one loaf missing, but the man had been more perceptive than Wind gave him credit for. Before Wind could walk off, a hand snapped out and latched onto Wind’s wrist that was holding the bread in an unforgiving hold. Following the hand up to the face that owned it, showed a furious glint in the vendor’s eye.
“You tryna’ steal from me, boy?” The words were spoken quietly, but they were loud in Wind’s ears despite the rowdy people all around them.
Wind knew better than to deny what happened. It was obvious what he was trying to do, so Wind decided to play at telling the truth. “I’m sorry, sir. It’s just…I don’t have any money, and I haven’t eaten in a day. I’m hungry.” Wind forced himself to make his voice small and sad, hoping the man had a heart.
His hope didn’t hold out, unfortunately, as the grip on his wrist only tightened and was starting to be painful rather than just simple pressure. The man narrowed his furious eyes at Wind. “No money, no food.”
Before Wind could respond to that, another hand appears into the fold and is gently pressed to the vendor’s hand. Wind snapped his attention to the newcomer, surprised to see a tall man with strange markings on his face and a scar over his left eye standing next to him.
A small smile graced the scarred face, though Wind could see that it did not meet the man's eyes. “Now, Ethi, I don’t think hurting a child for a simple loaf of bread is worth the drama.”
The vendor (Ethi, Wind’s mind supplied), looked surprised and slightly wary at the appearance of the scarred man. “T-Time! Ah, it is good to see you. It’s been a while.”
Wind could tell by the nervous tilt in Ethi’s voice that the vendor wished this ‘Time’ character would go away. The change of personality interested Wind; one-moment Ethi had been furious and imposing, now he seemed scared and small. It added a bit of humor to the situation, Wind thought silently to himself. Unfortunately, the good humor didn’t last, as a twinge of pain reminded him of the firm grip still on his wrist.
Time eyed Wind’s wrist meaningfully, then looked back at Ethi. His smile disappeared, and so did his good manners. “I think you should let go of him.” The words were more of a command than a suggestion.
Ethi released his tight grip on Wind, which caused Wind to quickly pull his arm back to himself and cradle the hurt body part. Before either man could react, Wind sprinted away from the vendor as fast he could and lost himself in the thrum of the crowded alleyway. Ethi was loudly cursing his existence, but Wind didn’t slow. He successfully got his bread, he could be happy for now.
-
Wind was sitting on the stairs of an abandoned building an hour later, eating a small portion of the bread when a familiar face walked up to him. Eyes widening at the sight of Time, Wind considered running again but ultimately dropped the idea. The man had helped him before, so Wind had no real reason to distrust him.
“Hello again,” Time said as soon as he was in hearing distance.
Wind didn’t respond until the man sat down next to him on the steps. “How’d you find me?”
An amused smile appeared on Time’s face, which surprised Wind a little. From first appearances, Time seemed to be a solemn or grumpy man. But the smile was a little too mischievous for that to be entirely true.
“I know this town like the back of my hand,” Time responded. “It wasn’t hard to find you.”
Wind didn’t respond to that, couldn’t think of anything to say. What do you say to the man that got you out of probably being arrested? Probably a ‘thank you’ but Wind had never asked for the help so he wasn’t going to thank the man for it.
His thoughts halted when a package was laid on the ground in front of him. Rationally, Wind knew that it contained food but he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Who in the world was this man? Is everyone in Hyrule this nice to strangers? Wind knew that wasn’t true, considering his interaction with the bread vendor. What was Time’s end goal? What was he thinking?
“What,” was the only thing Wind could let out of his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him something.
Time’s face softened at the suspicion on Wind’s own. “I just thought that since you had been stealing food, you obviously needed some. I got you some that should last for a few days.” Wind picked up the package wordlessly, eyeing the grown man next to him. When it was obvious that Wind wasn’t going to respond, Time continued. “You know if you need you can come stay with me and my wife, Malon. We have a ranch right outside of town, with plenty of empty beds.”
Wind jerked in surprise at the offer. This man was causing Wind more confusion than he has ever felt. And Wind went through the Temple of the Ocean King multiple times, so that's saying something. “Um, no thank you. I have a place to stay.”
It was a clear lie, and Wind could tell Time knew that. If Wind had had a place to stay, Wind wouldn’t be sitting on the steps of an abandoned building after stealing bread. Nevertheless, Time nodded at Wind’s words, silently accepting the decline of services.
Standing up, Time faced Wind while walking backward. “Well, it was nice to meet you…?”
“Wind,” Wind answered the silent question.
Time smiled at the answer. “I’ll see you again soon, Wind.” And with that, the scarred man walked off without waiting for an answer.
-
Despite Time saying they’d see each other soon, it had been a week since the encounter, and Wind had not seen a glimpse of the man. He tried not to think of Time’s parting words, and instead lost himself in attempting to find Aryll again. Spending almost all of his time in Castle Town’s library, searching the database for anything that could hint at where Aryll might have gone. Hyrule was way too big to search without a plan, so he had to update himself on the geography of all of the landmarks in Hyrule. It took a ridiculously long time and sometimes Wind wasn’t able to fully focus on what he was reading. Most of the time it was boring and long-winded, only occasionally something small catching Wind’s interest.
From what Wind has read so far, Aryll wouldn’t have gone to many places in Hyrule. She never would have gone to Rito Village or Zora’s Domain, and she certainly would have never gone to Death Mountain. Maybe she is in Kakariko? Or Hateno? Or maybe she is somewhere in Castle Town, which is so big Wind would never be able to find her.
The longer Wind read, the more he felt his motivation slowly leave him. It had been five years since they were split apart in the Labrynna foster system. He’s only thirteen years old, how in the world is he supposed to find a person who has been missing for five years?
And was she even considered missing? Just because Wind hadn’t seen her doesn’t mean she’s gone. They had just been sent to different homes, and when Wind was finally able to try to contact her the foster family she was with they had apparently moved away from Labrynna. No matter who Wind talked to, no one knew whether they had taken Aryll with them or not.
It had pissed Wind off when it was happening and it still pissed him off now.
Not to mention one of the librarians who was at Castle Town’s library every day that Wind was, kept looking at Wind like he was a bug at the bottom of her shoe. He didn’t understand why. Wind was polite to strangers, he knew how to be charming and work it to his advantage. But this lady was not fooled by the act apparently. The first day he came in she had looked him up and down when he asked for a map of Hyrule as if she couldn’t fathom why a boy would want to look at geography. Ever since that first day, it was like she was watching him to make sure he didn’t set the library on fire. He didn’t understand her distrust towards him. He was a very refined and polite young gentleman, thank you very much.
It all came to a head one morning when the lady was acting more skittish than normal and Wind was reading up on Gerudo desert. When he was halfway through reading up on the history of the Gerudo people, he saw three Hyrule soldiers walk into the library and go up to the librarian. Wind’s eyes narrowed as he watched the three soldiers converse with the woman while gesturing in his direction. He had already felt on edge as soon as the soldiers walked in, but now that they had started walking towards him every muscle in his body was getting ready to run.
What was this lady’s problem?
Wind tried to relax his muscles and make himself look innocent. It shouldn’t be that difficult, he was a thirteen-year-old boy. Use what you can against the people you’re trying to fool, Wind idly thought to himself. Tetra had taught him a lot in the years he was traveling with her.
“What’s your name?” Soldier 1 asked. He had a big build and held himself tall, giving off the vibe of over-confidence. Or cockiness. He had a red mustache that hid his mouth and a beard that touched his chest. Wind wondered if that was actually allowed of a soldier, or if the man was rebelling.
Wind shrugged, feigning innocence. “Who wants to know?”
The soldiers exchanged glances, seeming to have a private conversation that Wind was not privy to.
Soldier 2, who was shorter than Soldier 1, but nonetheless still attempted to hold himself tall, answered Wind in a condescending voice. “Well the lady over there seems concerned that you’re over here every day, from day to night, and most likely skipping your classes at school.”
Wind smiled blindingly at the soldiers. “Well, I’m actually here doing my school work. Maybe you three should focus more on helping people who are actually in danger rather than bothering me when I am working. But maybe I shouldn’t expect that much out of the soldiers of Hyrule.” Wind let out a scoff, remembering reading about the history of the incompetence of the soldiers of Hyrule. “Like any of you would actually spend your time helping people.”
Wind knew the soldiers didn’t miss the condescending tone nor the flippant attitude he was treating them with. Maybe it was a bad idea (no, scratch that; it definitely was) to antagonize soldiers of Hyrule, but Wind very rarely had a filter. He wished he could blame this character trait on the pirates as well, but Wind had always been like this for as long as he could remember. Idly he wondered if Aryll was the same.
“I don’t care for that tone, boy,” Soldier 1 said, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a thin line. Wind had gotten on his nerves.
Whoops, Wind thought.
“You can’t speak to soldiers of Hyrule like that.” Soldier 3 had finally decided to speak up. Glancing at him, Wind decided he wasn’t much of anything. Obviously a new recruit, the soldier seemed to be trying to make himself look smaller than he was. But at Wind’s words and tone, Soldier 3 had stood to his full height and was glaring at the young boy. “Soldiers of Hyrule deserve your respect.”
Wind let out another scoff, lifting an eyebrow in disbelief. “From what I’ve heard, the soldiers don’t do all that much. Maybe I’ll give my respects to the Knights of Hyrule since they actually fight for this country. But the soldiers? Nah, they're basically glorified bullies.”
Oh, it was just so easy to get under the skin of insecure soldiers and Wind was enjoying digging the knife further and further. The soldiers' faces were turning red from their increasing anger and Wind had to smother the smile that threatened to break out.
Soldier 1 seemed to take a deep breath to calm himself, then looked at Wind with a tight expression. “What is your name?”
Wind blinked at the repeated question but finally answered. “Wind.”
Soldier 1 nodded, “well, Wind, the librarian over there doesn’t want you in the library anymore. You’re making her nervous, and she mentioned that other people in here have also been wary of you.”
Wind gritted his teeth to stop himself from lashing out. “What? I haven’t been doing anything but reading up on my homework.”
Soldier 3 shrugged as if that was none of his business. “Doesn’t matter. If the patrons and the workers are uncomfortable, you have to leave.”
Wind froze and thought about Aryll. Aryll, his sister, who he hasn’t seen in five years. Aryll, his sister, who was probably fine but there was a chance that she wasn’t. Aryll, his sister, who he promised that he would never rest until he found her. And these three men, these soldiers, were trying to kick him out of the one place he could safely plan his travels and try to find his sister.
Wind set his jaw and glared at the three men in front of him. “I’m not leaving. I have work to do.”
The soldiers were obviously losing their patience, but Wind refused to leave. His sister was counting on him, he knew it.
“If you don’t come willingly, then we will have to remove you with force,” Soldier 3 said, though he didn’t sound as if he hated the idea.
Wind crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, a clear sign that he did not intend on moving anytime soon. Soldier 1 had a glint in his eye as if he was going to enjoy removing Wind from the library, Soldier 2 sighed as if he was tired, and Soldier 3 still seemed angry at the words Wind had spoken earlier.
Soldier 1 was the first to move toward Wind and, when he tried to pick Wind up, Wind held with all his might to the chair that was bolted to the floor. Soldier 1 grunted with surprise at the strength of Wind’s grip and commanded the other two to help him. Soldier 2 and 3 stepped up, grabbed ahold of Wind, and Wind finally lost his grip on the chair. The loss of grip angered Wind, making him lose his cool for a moment. Unfortunately, one moment is all it takes for his life to go sideways because, in that one moment, he happened to punch one of the soldiers of Hyrule out cold.
And, that was how Wind wound up in a holding cell inside Hyrule Castle.
-
Wind wasn’t sure how long he was in the cell before Time came. Maybe an hour maybe longer. However long, seeing Time’s face relieved Wind more than he would ever admit.
Time stood outside of the bars, leaning against them with a nonchalant stance and a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Wind pressed his lips together in annoyance. “How did you know I was here?” No matter how long he stared at the man, Wind didn’t think he would ever be able to work out the enigma that was Time.
“I have connections in Hyrule castle and inside the soldiers and knights,” Time answered as if it was no big deal, but it just further confused Wind’s brain. Who was this man? “When I heard vague whispers about a blond thirteen-year-old being taken into custody, I got a little suspicious. I came to check it out and, lo-and-behold, I was right, and here you are!” Time let out a small, amused chuckle. “I’ve gotta say, I was kind of surprised to hear you knocked a soldier out in one punch.”
Sighing, Wind brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. “I didn’t mean to, honest. I was just upset.”
“Because they were taking you away from the library.”
It wasn’t a question, so Wind didn’t answer.
“What’s so important about the library?” Time asked, his voice quiet as if Wind would run away like a shy rabbit.
The last thing Wind wanted was to be treated with kid gloves. “Nothing, I was just reading. I like learning.”
Time raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the answer. “Alright, then.” There was a beat of silence, then Time asked, “you don’t have any parents, do you?”
Wind tried to hide his flinch at Time’s casual tone, but he didn't think he succeeded. “No…I don’t have any family.”
Lie, lie, lie.
Wind promptly told his subconscious to shut up.
Time nodded at Wind’s answer, accepting it without much reaction except for his lips thinning into a straight line. “Ok. You don’t have to accept but, I convinced the guards to let you out and to not press charges if you come home with me.”
Blinking at the casual tone, Wind attempted an answer two times before anything came out of his mouth. “Come home with you? What does that mean?”
“You’ll leave this cell, follow me to Lon Lon Ranch, and…live with Malon and I.”
Wind shook his head. Whether in disbelief or denial, Wind wasn’t sure. Either way, he couldn’t believe what this man had said. “I don’t understand…why would you be willing to take me in?”
Time nodded at his sensible question. “Let’s just say, I’ve been in this type of situation before, and offering a kid a place to stay ended up being one of my best decisions.” Wind was quiet for some time before Time decided to speak again. “The soldier you knocked out is threatening to press charges if I don’t take responsibility for you. If he presses charges, you’ll be in this cell for a while.”
Once again, Wind caught himself thinking of Aryll and his promise. He couldn’t be stuck in this cell. But he also couldn’t just stay at Lon Lon Ranch with Time, either.
“I…I have things I need to do,” Wind started, “Important things. They’re important to me. If I come with you, can you promise that you won’t interfere with what I need to do?”
Time blinked at Wind’s no-nonsense tone but nodded at his words. “I won’t interfere. Your life is yours.”
Wind was able to breathe after that and agreed to go with Time to Lon Lon Ranch.
Wind didn’t know what to expect or what his life would be like after this, but he figured having Time around for a while wasn’t such a bad thing.
#ari's lu au#this fic is way longer than what I originally thought#lmao oops#anyway ill post winds backstory later today probably#linked universe#linked universe au#lu wind#lu time
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Like You (George Weasley x fem!reader)
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: George Weasley
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/n can’t find anybody else like George
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil angsty, cursing, mentions of food, gets happy towards the end!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,461
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is inspired by my all time freaking favorite Doja Catsong, Streets, omg I love it, I also had a different idea for this song but as I was writing it just took a turn so I might write another one but it’ll be different, but anyways if you guys haven’t listened to Streets you should omgggg but you don’t have too!! Anyways I hope you guys like it!💗💗 I ONLY USED KATIE BELL AS DRAMA NO KATIE BELL SLANDER🤚🏼
Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
To say Y/n love life was sad was kinda far behind it, sure he’s dated boys in the past before, but the feelings never stayed. She dated boys and not men because back then her judgement never got the best of her. She did feel bad that after only a few weeks of dating she questioned her feelings, they’d gone so soon but why?
Like you, like you
Send your location come through
I can’t sleep no more
In my head we belong
Y/n always felt like she was doing something wrong when she broke up with them, it wasn’t their fault she lost feelings she just....did. Dating is hard, it’s very hard and no one will tell you that, all these other people make it look easy and fun but it’s just the exact opposite.
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
I can’t sleep no more
In my head we belong
Maybe dating was hard because your soul knew the person your with is not the person you want to be with. Maybe it’s hard because deep down you know you won’t have a future with said person and it feels like waisted time. Maybe datings hard because the person you want to be with is with someone else.
These thoughts plagued Y/n and George at night. In each other’s head they belonged together.
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
Baby, we tried to fight it
We all been there some days
Sometimes it’s not just hard for one party, sometimes it’s hard for the other party as well. Because George has been in love with Y/n for as long as he could remember, his best friend, and it didn’t feel weird to be in love with her, he tried to push his feelings down, so far down that he couldn’t feel them, yet the feelings are too strong.
Thought I need something else
And acted like I was okay
We just had to work it out
And baby, I needed space
George thought maybe if he dated someone else things would be okay instead of acting like it was okay. He needed to work things out, he gave himself space from Y/n which not only left her confused but Fred as well, he tells everything to Fred so why is he distancing himself from her?.
So when he started dating Katie Bell, it didn’t feel right. Something in his gut told him it wasn’t right and he shouldn’t be doing it, but how could he tell his best friend he’s in love with her? She probably wasn’t even in love with him, he wasn’t even Katie’s first choice.
Ain't nobody 'round here wrong
You love all yours so far away
You're pouring your heart out
I'm acting like I knew
George and Katie’s relationship didn’t last long, he refused to kiss her and only wanted to hold her hand, anytime she’d try to find way to kiss him he’d make a silly excuse to slip away. After a few months they finally split, he couldn’t deny how he felt towards Y/n anymore, he’s been denying it too long.
Late at night he would create scenarios where he poured his heart out to Y/n and she acted like she knew already, his words were moving and he didn’t stumble over his words and they’d share a fiery kiss. Every night he wished something like that would happen.
You held me so down
So down I never grew, oh
I tried to find out
When none of them came through
Before George could confess his feelings for Y/n she also dated someone for a span of months, Adrian Pucey. Adrian Pucey was well known around the school, being on the Slytherin quidditch team had its perks, but Y/n never knew why he was well known for it, other people had been on the quidditch team.
Adrian Pucey put Y/n in a corner when he asked her to be his girlfriend in front of everyone at the great hall, Y/n was speechless for a moment, of course it had to be in front of everyone, if she said no she’d be seen as a heartless bitch. Y/n convinced herself that maybe since George had dated someone else she should too.
Their relationship lasted shorter then George and Katie’s. Adrian had no idea what to do with a relationship nor how to treat a women, he was cold and mean to Y/n, he always backed her into a corner and called her names when she didn’t agree with him, so in a flurry of emotions she broke up with him in front of a decent sized group of people. She felt like he had held her down, she’s a delicate flower who’s trying to blossom into a beautiful hibiscus but Adrian was a slug who was holding her down from growing.
And now I'm stuck in the middle
And baby had to pull me out, oh
Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
George was beyond aggravated when Adrian had asked Y/n out, his Y/n, Fred tried to talk to him later that day in the common room. “Y/n is her own person and can date whoever she wants” Fred told him, “yeah, but it’s angering too see her with some prat as Adrian Pucey”. Ron had butted into the conversation to joke and say that the twins roles had been reversed and one was acting like the other, alas he was told to shut up.
Before Y/n had broken up with Adrian he tried to figure out all the things wrong Adrian was doing, he could’ve made a bullet point list of a few pages from the things he picked up on. He brought them all to Y/n’s attention, she didn’t deny them because, well, she already knew. She had no idea why she was with him. She was more than grateful that George had helped pull her out from the middle.
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through (Yeah)
Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing
Now that they are both single George thought it would be a great time to tell Y/n how he feels, but it’s harder done than said. Anytime he’d find a lull in a conversation or comfortable silence he could feel his heart wanting to tell her, wearing to tell her but his mouth just wouldn’t move and his brain just wouldn’t function.
Y/n also wanted to tell George how she felt for so long but could never come to either, whenever they’d be apart from each other she’d have other students or friends come find her then tell her George was looking for her, he’s always looking for her. Y/n thought most of the guys at Hogwarts were just like Adrian, but when she left Adrian she realized there was many guys way different then Adrian, like George, he wasn’t like anyone she’s really seen and it took her this long to realize how rare he is.
And it's motherfuckin' scary
Tryna keep him 'cause I found him
Let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing
I could take you to the parents, then to Paris
Rumors began to spread that Katie was wanting George back, people said she was very sulky and quiet. Her friends said all she brought up was George and how annoying it was getting. “She spends most of her time talking about George, she’s had a few nights where all she talked about was him, it’s quite annoying actually” recalled one of her friends.
This made Y/n jealous. She tried to not get jealous but George had said he was done with Katie. Her mother always told her jealousy is bad medicine. Y/n couldn’t help the way she felt, she knows not to surprise feelings so she embraced it instead, she was jealous and she had a right to be. She waited this long, she didn’t want to share.
You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry
I'll put the ring on when you ready
We play our fantasies out in real life ways and
Y/n’s friend group who consisted of George, Fred, Lee, and Angelina had been talking about the situation in the Gryffindor common room, Y/n was slumped in a arm chair with her arms and legs crossed. She wasn’t pleased to hear the situation again, the students at Hogwarts grabbed onto any drama like a leech. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Angelina asked her, giving a glance to her then to the fire “I’m fine” she mumbled
No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?
You give me energy, make me feel lightweight
Like the birds of a feather, baby
We real life made for each other
The drama started to disperse, people started to find other things to talk about. Y/n finally felt like she could breathe and she didn’t have to hear someone mumbling about Katie and George. Of course it couldn’t last forever, at lunch everyone chatted about something in the Great Hall. Katie and her friends sat more towards the front of the table while Y/n and her friends sat more towards the middle, Y/n noticed how Katie couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering. Soon Fred picked up on what was happening.
“Oi! George! Looks like a certain someone can’t take her eyes off you” as soon as it passed Fred’s lips, Y/n had tightly gripped a piece of bread she had been eating, crunching sound from the crust and crumps falling to her plate. George nudged her “are you alright?” He asked,Y/n didn’t even look up “I’m fine, do I not look fine?” She snapped. George hadn’t said another word.
Y/n felt like she was stuck in a game she’s meant to lose. To her luck, Katie came wondering over to their part of the table, you could tell she was nervous and she was playing with her fingers. She stopped in front of George “u-uhm, George?” She said quietly, almost to quiet. George looked up from his plate, meeting her eyes “yes?” He said confused. Katie played with her fingers more “i....I just wanted to say that, uhm....I miss you, quite a bit actually” she tucked her hair behind her ear and casted her gaze to the floor “and I was wondering if we could possibly....try again?” George was speechless, and shocked, sure Katie is a nice girl but she’s not his, not when his flower is sitting next to him, clearly seething. However, George didn’t want to embarrass her by saying no, he didn’t want to embarrass her like that. “Uhm...I’ll-I’ll think about it” Katie gave a silent “okay!” With a smile and walked back to her spot, a slight skip in her step.
This only aggravated Y/n more, why couldn’t George be the one to give her so much energy from just a single glance that made her head spin, why wouldn’t he make Y/n feel weightless. Why couldn’t they be birds of a feather?, maybe thinking they were made for each other didn’t really mean they were.
And it's hard to keep my cool
When other bitches tryna get with my dude and
When other chickens tryna get in my coop
'Cause you're a one in a million
There ain’t no man like you
Y/n didn’t want to cause a scene but it didn’t take a fool to notice how affected she was by what Katie had done, especially George’s response. Grabbing her bag, she stood up from her seat hastily and speed walked out of the Great Hall. Her cold and hard stare could send shivers down your spine, she looked like she was ready to exploded any second.
Maybe it was just her head telling her that George was hers, they hadn’t really talked about it for that matter. George had watched her leave the Great Hall, he kept his eyes in the direction she left still, his lips pressed into a fine line, his brain was running around with what he should do. He didn’t move until Hermione said something “well, what are you doing? Go after her!” He didn’t give it a second thought and was out the door.
It wasn’t long before George found Y/n at a spot over looking the Great Lake. Her elbow rested on a ledge with her chin in her hand, she looked a little more calm. George stood next to her, Y/n glanced at him then back to the lake. “What’s wrong?” George said, Y/n gave him another quick glance before she spoke “I thought you said you were done with Katie Bell” she had nothing against Katie, not really, she was just jealous. “I am” George said, Y/n rolled her eyes “didn’t look like it” she replied. Y/n didn’t want to hear it anymore, she turned on her heel to leave but only making a few steps before George grabbed her arms and turned her towards him “I don’t love her!” George said defensively “why are you so jealous anyways?” Y/n scoffed, she wasn’t going to admit she was jealous “I’m not jealous” she mumbled “yes, you are! Why are you jealous?” He repeated “because you’re one in a million! There’s no man like you! I want you for myself” Y/n spoke before she could think.
Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Y/n and George couldn’t believe what she had said, George often doubted himself but to hear that from someone he loves. It was refreshing. “I don’t love her” George said again “I love you” the tension was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. One was waiting for the other to do something. Y/n’s hands had been shaking a little, George was playing with his pointer finger and staring at his shoes, it was so unreal to them that they both were dumb enough to not see they both fancied each other.
Slowly Y/n took a few steps forward, she wrapped her arms around George’s neck and pulled him in. He buried his face in her neck “it was hard to find someone like you, and I don’t want to let you go” Y/n whispered “I don’t want to let you go either” George added. They both pulled away to look at each other, looking each other in the eyes to find something. George placed a soft kiss on Y/n’s forehead then placed his on hers. Finally they got to have each other.
#hogwarts#hp imagines#george weasley#hp fanfic#harry potter#george weasley x y/n#george weasley x reader#weasley twins#george weasley fluff#george weasley imagine#george weasley fanfiction#Spotify
89 notes
·
View notes
Text
Undercover I Do - Chapter 9
Characters: Javier Peña x female reader
Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.
Rating: We have a smut sighting, sir!
Warnings: fake/pretend relationship, married and undercover trope, temporary amnesia, shower smex, hand job, Javi still tryna’ have a conscience.
Word Count: 2561
Notes: Only have a few more chapters to go before I wrap this up. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. Be well!
Read on Ao3
(I couldn’t find the original owner of this gif, but credit goes to them; please let me know if it’s yours so I can properly give credit)
***
You immediately missed Javier’s presence the moment you became aware of your surroundings the following morning. The heaviness of his arms around you and his solid form next to you was replaced by the heaviness you felt in your gut.
Something was wrong.
Something wasn’t adding up.
What the hell was going on?
You had been so certain last night in the living room, when you had looked up into his eyes...when he had spoken about never entertaining the possibility of having kids until he had met you...you had been so certain that what you had seen reflected back at you in his soulful eyes was love...adoration...want. You had felt a hot slice of molten heat cut through your chest when you had kissed him. That heat had flared even brighter when he had kissed you back and the warmth had settled heavily into a dark pool of desire between your legs when you had heard that primal sound; that noise of devastating desire rising from deep within him and exiting his throat as your kiss had deepened. His forehead against yours and his suggestion...the insinuation?...about trying to sleep had seemed like all the two of you needed to move things forward.
You wanted him so badly. Wanted to feel his skin against yours everywhere, his hands, his lips. But then, when he’d crawled into bed with you, it had been like running headlong into a wall. The heat in your belly had turned icy and had settled like a block of ice in the pit of your stomach. He had been so gentle and chaste kissing your face, but it hadn’t possessed the heat from earlier. You had felt like crying and had turned away from him for fear of doing just that. But then you’d felt his arms snake around you and you had taken some solace. You still didn’t understand...but he had still wanted to hold you and fall asleep curled next to you.
What the hell was going on?
Now, after waking up with him next to you for almost a week, this morning he was nowhere to be found. There was no sign of him in the apartment at all, save for a damp towel and wet toothbrush in the bathroom and the missing files from the coffee table from the night before.
You tried to keep busy throughout the day, tried not to think too much about the cold pit of rejection that gnawed at you. You went to your standing daily check-up at the hospital and spent an hour or so speaking with the psychologist that had been assigned to your case. You had been speaking with the older woman almost every day, trying various exercises and activities to help you potentially tap into your missing memories. A few things had come to light during your sessions, but very little that seemed of any importance; nothing at all related to the current status of your marriage. On the way home, you stopped to do some shopping and replenish what little groceries to be found in your apartment. You were shocked at how little food was actually in your cupboards but then, as Javi had pointed out, the two of you usually spent so much time at the office or out tracking down various leads that it wasn’t all that common for you to eat at home.
Before you can start to unpack the groceries, you’re startled to hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Your heartbeat quickens and you feel that familiar molten feeling begin to spread in your lower body. What was it your doctor had said? You had told both him and your psychologist about the memories that had been triggered by the smell of the flowers at the market, the music playing, the benign activity of cooking a meal with your husband. “Often, our most visceral memories are deeply connected with our senses. The more you experiment with how things feel, the more luck you may have with regaining some of those memories you’re looking for.”
The unpacked groceries forgotten, you kick off your shoes and head down the hallway.
********
Javi had scrubbed his hands across his tired face and checked his watch. He’d been unable to sleep much the previous night, spending most of it lying awake listening to her shallow breathing in the darkness and gently stroking the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders. Finally, he’d pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, silently climbed out of bed, dressing in the previous days rumpled clothes in the dark and hitting the bathroom quietly before slipping out of the darkened apartment before the sun had even thought about rising. He had felt a familiar sickening shame deep in his gut as the door had softly clicked shut behind him: like he was sneaking away from a tawdry one night stand or a cheap fuck that he was never particularly proud of.
And he’d hated that feeling. That anything having to do with her could be equated to how he had so often felt during those moments when he was a grade A piece of shit. He’d never, ever wanted to think of her as a part of those moments. But here they were...
Nothing about her had ever made him feel that way, even when she’d give him a hard time or tease him about his grumpiness, his choice in clothing, his amorous antics, she had always done it with a caring kindness underneath, always accepting him for who and what he was.
But now? Now she thought he was someone else entirely.
He knew she’d be gone for several hours to the hospital and then her psych session, she usually left late in the morning and returned early afternoon. If he timed it right he could make a quick run home and take a quick shower and grab a change of clothes without having to confront any of her awkward questions. He owed her a talk...and he really did have every intention of having it with her. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it going on no sleep and the sludge they called coffee at the office. He made a decision and grabbed his jacket, arriving at their building in no time.
He had a meeting with Dixon tomorrow morning; their boss was currently in Cartagena and would return that evening. He hoped he could avoid any more seriously...heightened interactions with his “spouse” for the next 24 hours until he could brief his supervisor. If he could just keep things together until then, he planned to explain to Dixon what exactly was going on. He knew that coming clean to your boss about the interactions that were happening would motivate the older woman to change the game plan. Dixon notoriously disliked Javi’s playboy reputation and still resented him for his early-on advancements of her protegé; their boss would put a stop to this assignment that had, in Javi’s opinion, already gone too far once she fully understood what was happening.
The hot water in her shower did good for his tense and aching muscles and he simply stood beneath the excellent water pressure for several minutes, luxuriating in the way it pounded down on his tired body. Was it just his imagination or did his partner have a much better apartment than he did? Better shower, better mattress, bigger closet. He could probably have the same if he spent more than an hour or two a day in his apartment...and not that he needed a bigger closet, but he definitely might look into a new mattress after this was all over. What was it Helena had told him so long ago? “What you’re missing in this apartment is a woman.” That comment had made his stomach churn then and he had brushed it off. But now, having shared a home with his partner for several weeks, perhaps Helena had been on to something...
Lost in his thoughts and the glorious feeling of the water, he failed to hear the bathroom door open and it wasn’t until a soft brush of cooler air dusted against his back as the shower curtain opened that he took notice of another presence in the small bathroom. He started and his eyes flew open just as the small hands of his partner slipped around his waist and palmed their way up his chest. He bit back a gasp as he felt her press her entire body...her entire naked body… against the back of his. He felt her lips press into his shoulder blade.
“Mind if I join you?”
Javier almost collapsed onto the tiles beneath him at the husky sound, her beautiful voice dripping with lust, the feel of her breath against his back. Goosebumps appeared along his spine as her hands started a new journey back down his chest the way they’d come and continued on further south still, slipping down his hips, around to slowly knead his ass, then back up his back and along the planes of his shoulders. He couldn’t contain a soft sigh of pleasure as her hands worked his sore muscles and he felt her lips lift into a smile against the skin of his back. He swallowed heavily and, despite the fact that liters of water pounded down on him, his throat and mouth had turned to sand paper and he nearly choked on his words.
“I, uh...I was jus-”
The rest of his words left him as he let out a sharp, short hiss; her adventurous hands, so bold and brazen, slid from his shoulders down around his waist once more, one soft hand reaching around and gripping him firmly. He felt her gently sink her teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder and he almost lost his mind.
“Fuck.” The curse was barely audible, no more than a puff of air leaving him as he stretched a hand out to support himself against the tiled wall, trying not to notice how hard he had gotten and how fast and how utterly delicious it felt to have her fingers wrapped around him. The motion forward was a mistake, he realized too late: leaning his body forward only caused certain warm, very soft parts of her body to press harder into him. With some difficulty, he straightened and turned around, trying to take a step back and away from her in the small space of the shower. She followed his movement, though, removing her hand from him, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.
He wanted to pull away. He really did. In his mind he imagined himself doing it. But he just. Could. Not. His lips, his tongue, his hands...all the parts of his body that he usually seemed to have such control over were suddenly moving of their own volition. He met the fervor of her hot mouth with his own, sending his tongue into her and dancing with hers. It was sloppy and messy, it was desperate and devastating, it was delicious. His hands slid down her back and gripped the flesh of her bottom, pulling her closer into him, feeling the softness of her belly against the straining hardness of his cock. She moaned at the sensation and the sound reverberated down and into his very soul.
Her hands tangled into his wet hair and she hitched a leg up and over his hip. He could feel the warmth and wetness of her core pressed against his leg...and she tilted her head away from his mouth as she began to rub herself along the taut muscles of his thigh. She let out a pleasured gasp at the sensation and dropped her head back next to his, drawing an earlobe into her mouth and sucking earnestly, nipping gently before releasing it and trailing messy, open-mouthed kisses along his neck.
“Javi…” She gasped as his lips found purchase on her clavicle. “Javi…” It sounded like a lament, a prayer, a plea...and in fact it was. “Please…” She whispered against his cheek. “Please, Javi....I want to remember you. I want to remember this. Help me remember.” She slipped a hand from his hair back down between them and began to stroke the hard steel of his cock, guiding it slowly towards her center, practically whimpering at the prospect of having the pleasure they both so clearly and desperately wanted.
Her words jolted him out of his fog of desire. He straightened, gripping her shoulders and moving her off and away from him. His words were curt and hurt him as they ripped from his mouth, finishing what he had been trying to say earlier.
“Sorry....I’m sorry...I was just finishing up. I can’t. I have to get back to work.” He stood there for a moment, the water spilling over their naked bodies, her lips swollen from his kisses, his cock at full attention between them, marks from his teeth along the sensitive skin of her collar bone. “I’m...I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I am.” He released her and grabbed for a towel, carefully stepping out of the stall. He almost fell to his knees when he heard her voice behind him.
“Javi…?”
Her voice sounded so small, so uncertain; it reminded him of a frightened child and was filled with frustration, perhaps tinged with anger, but mostly thick with confusion.
What the fuck was he doing to her? She thought she was his fucking wife! And here she was, now having tried three times to sleep with the man she thought was her husband and he had rebuffed her advances each and every time. What was this doing to her? It made him sick to think about.
This had to stop.
He so desperately wanted to give in; wanted to drop the towel from around his waist, step back into that shower, bend her over and fuck her senseless, until she was unable to form words, until she could only babble nonsensically. Then he would carry her to her bedroom, put his head between her legs and devour her with his mouth and his hands for hours, he’d make her come over and over and over. Then he would rail her again and make her scream his name.
He couldn't wipe those images from his mind and he couldn’t turn back to face her...he knew if he did, those images would become reality.
So instead, he broke her heart.
He grabbed the change of clothes he’d laid out earlier, left the bathroom, and fled the apartment, racing up the stairs to his own apartment. Once safely inside, he flung his clothes to the floor and whirled around, pounding his fist against the weak drywall next to the doorframe. It made a satisfying crunch as it buckled beneath the force of his hand. He drew his arm back and slammed it forward again.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Each punch of his fist was partnered with an angry, sobbing curse.
He smashed his fist into the wall until his knuckles were bloody, until his wrist was sore, until he forgot the way her hands had felt on him, until he couldn’t feel the tears stinging his eyes anymore.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13
#javier peña x reader#javier pena x female reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#narcos#fake marriage#undercover married trope
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
ypu can thank @sokka-with-his-hair-down for the following word vomit with a lil jinzula content
just saw a jinzula reference and now I'm thinking about Azula being released from Fire Nation's version of a psych ward and going to get rehabilitated with Iroh in Ba Sing Se and Jin just being a cutie and helping the heck outta her until Azula is like...oh no I have feelings for a pleb what do I dooooo????
-----
okay so like...after the comet Azula's held in luxury as doctors try to help her. Zuko visits every day, staying as long as a young ruler can, only leaving on the bad days when she's starts to lose control, her guards handlers hurrying away when items go flying or her face twists in rage, screaming familiar insults fed by fear and the ghost of Ozai's upbringing. Eventually she regains some balance, Zuko's unwavering support and the calming repetition of her now hobby, tea making, the rocks that she clings to when she feels herself slipping. She quickly learns the palace holds too many triggers as she's allowed to venture beyond her suite, two guards following too close behind as she wanders the halls. She feels lost, more like an intruder in this remodeled building that somehow stills rakes her over and leaves her soul bleeding.
She walks past the pond Zuko and Mother loved and tears up when she sees the turtle ducks have returned. It's a tiny feeling but she can't control herself and turns away.
She wanders down a servant's corridor and remembers the one time she sat on Zuko, snapping sparks into his face and mocking him, repeating words Ozai had said to her, a raw, primal delightful power coursing through her, then a nugget of guilt growing when he begins to cry only to be crushed under defensiveness when Mother gathers him up, wiping his tears away...and ignores her again. She trembles and walks past quickly with a stiff legged gait, unwilling to run away yet unable to stay.
She tries not to think about whether the guards saw the tremor or whether she could look back and see contempt in their eyes.
She reaches the main doors to the Royal Hall and gasps when she remembers Mother's disappearance, Zuko's absence as he healed, then his banishment, all while Ozai tryna that gaze on her and built her up again, giving her more and more responsibility. She isn't sure if it's the remembered pride or the following memories of hiding in her bed and fear of failure that starts it but all of a sudden she's can't breathe and she's gasping, hanging onto the wall, trying to push it back, pull it inside and lock it away again and Zuko's pulling the door open, drawn by the shouting in that stupid, idiotic way of his instead of letting the guards handle it and he's pulling her in to a soft embrace that burns.
She's shuddering and sobbing and she knows it's bad because she can feel the rough fabric of Zuko's royal robes against her fingers as she clutches him, face pressed into his chest as she tries to cram her stupid, idiotic weakness into a tiny corner in the back of her head like Ozai taught her befits a royal. It doesn't work and she's overcome with the new crashing wave of frustration over her lack of control.
It's only when she feels the cool spread of that stupid bitch Katara's healing along her shoulders and neck that she manages to claw back into a semblance of who she needs to be. Those stupid hands with their stupid water bending pull her into the darkness of deep water, the overwhelming feelings floating on the surface she's sinking away from.
She's not deep enough, not numb enough, to miss the repulsive feeling when she finally looks at the guards and sees nothing but pity in the guards eyes.
So when Zuko, in that stupid, weak way of his, gently suggests she move away she's nauseatingly glad and shamefully hurt, little internal dragons that swoop and chase each other, nipping away until she's not sure of anything. She can hear him talking but it's a distant thing. She's too busy fighting the little voice in her head saying she's being abandoned again.
She wants to say it sounds like Father so she can dismiss it like she's been practicing, but it sounds too much like Mother.
Mother never lied so it must be true.
The move happens so fast that it feels like she blinks and she's standing at the entrance of Iroh's new home in the stupid city of lemming, Ba Sing Se. It’s cooler, She's kind of afraid in a new way. Mostly, she's tired.
So, so tired of being like this.
She's angry with herself next when Iroh gives her a critical glance and a tentative smile before taking her hands and welcoming her. She can't stop feeling things and even his words about starting over and reassures her that he's here for her and that he's sorry, that he feels like he abandoned her and he wants her to know that he never chose Zuko over her and he loves her very much...
That little voice changes into Zuko and Father and Ty Lee and Mai whispers to her and twists the meaning and she knows it's wrong but she's so tired of fighting it.
So she sighs and tries to smile and accepts his tea and hand holding and changes the subject.
When she finds out she'll be helping at his tea shop, she doesn't have the energy to be outraged that she, the stupid heir apparent of the Fire Nation, will be taking orders and delivering stupid, poorly brewed tea.
It's full and aggravating but she practices holding all that in. The nightmares slow, Zuko's letters reassure her, and she learns how to handle minor annoyances. She's mature enough to acknowledge she never learned how to handle them correctly the first time, something that makes her grin to herself in a moment of wry happiness. It's a bittersweet feeling and she's tired of feeling but still...it's new and exhilarating and she feels a bubble of hope in her chest.
In Ba Sing Se, she's nobody. It's oddly freeing to be Mr. Mushi's niece and her new name is nice in an unfamiliar way. She won't admit it but she likes the way the repeat customers act with her. They aren't afraid to joke with her or share a concern. A couple younger ones flirt with her and, as she peeks out from the bangs she's growing out, she's pleased it's friendly and without the teeth she came to expect from Father's generals who disagreed with her expanding military duties.
°°°
Early on, after moving in with Iroh, Azula was still prickly and unbalanced and bored out of her mind at the dull, repetitive lifestyle.
There's a quiet girl that comes in sometimes. She's soft-spoken, with a kind smile, but full of life at the same time. Azula remembers the first time she came in, greeting Iroh with a wide smile and talking to him like she's his niece, not Azula. Azula dismisses her with a sniff, turning to help another table but when Iroh sits down and shares a it with the girl, Azula can't help but sidle closer, ears straining to overhear. The girl - Jin, she later learns - had been a customer before when Iroh and Zuko had come to Ba Sing Se as refugees. No one can be so interested in her failure of an uncle so she grabs a broom and sweeps closer. When Jin asks after someone named Lee, Azula loses interest.
The girl is just another stupid commoner, obsessed with boys or whatever. Nothing interesting.
By Agni, she's so bored.
A few days later the girl returns, carrying a box filled with the local excuse of food and Azula buries her sneer of displeasure when Iroh pulls his apron off in a hurry, sliding into the booth, bald spot almost outshining like the girl's eyes.
Azula realizes she's been staring into the stupid girl's eyes and looks away. Her scowl grows as a stupid grandpa comes in with muddy shoes, ruining the floor she just finished cleaning. She stares at the tracks, hopelessness trapping her in place. The stupid grandpa doesn't even notice as he finds a seat and the hopelessness sours into bitterness.
Of course.
She's a failure, too.
A prickle between her shoulder blades warns he and she looks up. Right into Failure Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend's gaze. They lock eyes and Azula struggles to hold it. Even if she can't be what Father raised her to be, she won't lose to this stupid smiley girl.
She can't stand it, that peculiar sensation of being watched, so she looks away. Failure Azula. Just like Iroh and Zuko and Mother. She glances back, bracing herself for the inevitable stupid judgemental look but the girl is smiling shyly at her and walking up, introducing herself and so friendly and stupidly nice. Azula's anger is simmering but she's confused and why would this girl be so nice to a stranger????
So, like her failures for family members, Azula flees.
It's not exactly an auspicious start, and Azula knows she's spiralling when she spends twenty minutes interrogating Iroh that night. What did her tell the stupid commoner? Did he ask her to approach? What does she want?
Iroh's calm at first but as Azula's voice rises and she pulls at her hair to feel something other than panic and keeps asking again and again his stupid face changes. She realizes with a start that he's seeing her for real. The rotten core of her that she's managed to hide away from even Zuko. The part of her that drove Mother away. It's written all over his stupid face.
Azula can't sit still anymore. She jumps up and is out the window in moments, shimmying down the wall and disappearing. She runs quietly, keeping to shadowy streets and inky black alleys. She's lost by the time the frenetic energy seeps out of her body, a stitch in her side forcing her to pause at a fountain for a stretch and drink.
Azula stretches out on the lip of the fountain, staring up at the stars. She used to hate the night sky. It's a visible, inevitable reminder of the Fire Nation's weakness. Her weakness. Every day, as the sun sinks below the horizon, Azula feels the fizzle of her bending wane, that hot space below and to the left of her heart cooling from hot, blue flames to red-orange fingers. It's barely more than embers in the Earth Kingdom as the days grow cooler and Azula's not sure how to feel about it.
There's a step across the courtyard and Azula's slipping down into the shadows again as two stupid lemmings approach. One is holding a torch while the other swings empty buckets. Azula frowns. Somehow the cheerfulness isn't as grading as usual. Their voices are soft in the quiet.
Azula closes her eyes and wonders if she'll ever feel half as content and comfortable as the air these two exude. There's the sound of splashes on the other side of the fountain.
One of the girls sighs. "I wish we could look at the lanterns tonight."
Only years of training lock Azula in place. It's Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend.
The other girl laughs. "You know they're only lot for festivals, Jin."
"Except that one time," Iroh's stu- Jin replies, "I still can't believe Lee lit them."
Azula can almost smell the stupid happiness from the memory.
"Yeah, yeah. You have wierd luck with dates, I get it. Hurry up.and grab the other bucket! We still have to come back for more."
Based on the sounds, Azula can picture them struggling back the way they came.
Something makes her pause at the edge of the courtyard before leaving. She hesitates. But then she can hear the duo approaching again and she makes up her mind.
She pretends she doesn't stay long enough to hear the gasps of surprise before she hightails it out of there.
The feeling of elation that fills her chest and slides down her arms reminds her of the day she stood on the deck of a war balloon for the first time.
---
so...yeah...I wasn't planning any of this so idk where it goes but in the end Azula eventually has it bad and idk maybe Mai and Ty Lee come to visit, tentatively open to trying to be friends for real this time and, after seeing Azula's interest, Ty Lee wheedles Jin's story out of Iroh near the end of their visit. Mai's holding her face with an I can't believe this is happening expression, Iroh is concentrating too hard on his tea pot, and Azula's face is red as Ty Lee chokes out that of course Azula and Zuko would have the same taste in women.
And maybe the next day, when Jin slips her hand into Azula's while they wave goodbye, Azula looks at Jin who catches the look and smiles that smile she hated so much at first and Azula has the revelation of her life
123 notes
·
View notes
Text
here we go, a little robron-ified fix-it fic to soothe my anger after this week’s episodes. there’s slight divergence in that i've had debbie and cain not leaving for scotland just yet, but other than that everything’s still canon!
AO3 link here
There was a building headache throbbing behind Robert’s eyelids and it was called Chas Dingle.
He’d been in the pub for what felt like an eternity, listening to his mother-in-law hold court behind the bar, rehashing the latest Charity-related drama in excruciating detail with the rest of the Dingles.
Apparently Aaron and Robert had missed a lot during their week-long holiday to Scotland with Seb. They’d only popped in to pick up a takeaway, but within seconds of stepping through the door they’d been roped into sitting with the group, had two pints set down in front of them and now they were well and truly stuck.
“I mean, this is a new low, even for Charity,” Chas lamented for what had to be the fifth time, shaking her head and gesturing to Paddy, who was standing close by to nod in agreement to everything she said. “We’re done with her. She’s a liability, I can’t work with her anymore. The sooner she gives up her half of the pub and lets Marlon buy her out, the better. And I won’t have her under my roof, either.”
“Well, I’d offer her my room now that I’m staying in Jacobs Fold, but Mandy would probably put up a fight,” Belle said with a shrug. “Besides, Dad says he doesn't want Charity there either.”
Robert thought it seemed a bit harsh of Zak to dictate who could or couldn’t stay in the cottage, considering he didn’t actually live there – or even in the village – anymore, but he kept that to himself. Getting involved in the debate would take more energy than he cared to use.
“Well, she’s not still living with us, that’s for sure,” Chas insisted, her mouth pursed into a thin line. “She’ll have to go.”
“I’d let her stay with me and April, but we don’t have room,” said Marlon, looking concerned. “Not with Billy and Ellis, too. And I don’t think she’ll want to, now that she knows I’m the one buying her out of the business.”
“Oh, I wasn’t hinting, Marlon, it’s fine. Frankly, I don’t give a damn where she goes.”
“Hm, she can sleep in a ditch for all I care,” Debbie sniffed, nose crinkling like there was a bad smell hovering around the bar.
“Alright Debs,” Cain grumbled quietly. “We get the picture.”
“It’s no less than she deserves!” Chas cried, quick to back Debbie up. Robert didn't know when it had happened, but the two of them seemed thick as thieves ever since Debbie had come back to the village.
“Oh, come on, you two,” Marlon said tiredly, rubbing his temples. “Charity’s gone through a lot these last few months, she’s been struggling ever since she lost Vanessa. Maybe we should be tryna help her instead of letting her self-destruct?”
Chas snorted, hand propped on her hip. “What, after she dropped Debbie in it with Al? And tried to sleep with him? After what she did to our Noah?”
“What, stopping him from being daft enough to join the army while hiding a life-threatening medical condition?” Robert snapped before he could stop himself, his patience hanging by the thinnest thread. “Wow, better call social services.”
He found himself on the receiving end of a very familiar glare, Chas’s nostrils flaring as she looked at him with disdain.
“I was actually referring to the slap she gave him,” she said lowly. “Were you not listening?”
“No, not really,” Robert muttered into his pint, earning himself a small snort from Aaron.
As the Dingles continued bemoaning the current situation, Robert nudged his husband and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Can we please get the hell out of here? I can’t take much more of this.”
Aaron sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Still need the takeaway, I’ve been dyin’ for this burger.”
“Do you see Marlon going to the kitchen anytime soon?”
“Oi, Marlon!” Aaron barked, making the taller man jump. “How much longer for the food? We’re starving.”
“Oh, er, Luke’s in the kitchen, he’s sorting it.”
“Great,” Robert groaned, the pain in his head increasing. “They’ll probably be burnt to a crisp if that idiot’s the one making them.”
“Fuck it, let’s just finish these pints and go, pick up some pizzas from David’s or summat,” Aaron muttered, scowling when Paddy’s voice joined the heated discussion.
“I don’t care if she’s regrets it, she’s pushed things too far this time,” he said decisively, arms folded to match Chas’s. Robert absently wondered if he had a nice view up there on his high horse.
“I know what she did was terrible,” Lydia piped up. “And I’m not impressed with her myself. But she seems genuinely sorry, I’m sure she’d do anything to fix things.”
“Yeah, but that’s her all over, isn’t it? Act first, feel bad about it later,” Debbie drawled, swigging back her glass of white wine. “Honestly, I don’t know why any of us are surprised. She’s always been selfish, Noah deserves better.”
“Sure you’re not just sore about losing all that cash you nicked?” Robert asked, brows raised.
Debbie just narrowed her eyes at him and carried on talking. “I can’t see Noah giving her another chance, not after this.”
Chas nodded in agreement. “Even if the poor lad wanted to forgive her, I wouldn’t let him.”
“Maybe just let Noah and Charity sort things out for themselves,” Marlon tried, but that just had Chas’s finger flying up to silence him.
“No, I’m sorry, Marlon, but this is the final straw. I mean, we all know Charity’s never been a perfect mother but slapping him was a step too far. Some things are just unforgivable.”
“Bit rich coming from you.” Aaron’s quiet interjection swiftly brought the conversation to an abrupt halt.
After a brief pause, Chas’s head swivelled to look at Aaron in confusion, clearly uncertain as to whether she was the one he’d been addressing.
“Sorry, what?”
Aaron shrugged. “Just sayin’, if smacking your kid around’s an unforgivable offence, bad enough to get you kicked out the family, you probably shouldn’t be here. You and me wouldn’t even be talking right now.”
Robert held his breath and watched as Chas froze. He was aware of some of the altercations between Aaron and his mum in recent years. Aaron had told him during one of the many nights they'd spent curled up together, sharing all their memories, thoughts and secrets, about some of the things she’d said and done. Like slapping him in the face when she found out about their affair, for one.
Now, he could see some of those events playing out in her memory as she floundered, eyes darting nervously between Aaron and the rest of the family, who were all watching the pair in silence.
“Aaron, you and me, we’ve… I know we’ve had our ups and downs over the last few years, had our fair share of rows, lashed out… And I’m sorry, but that’s different, we’re both adults. Noah’s just a kid.”
“And what about when I was a kid?”
Robert stiffened at the words, and he quickly turned to look at Aaron’s hunched profile. That, he knew nothing about. Aaron’s face remained impassive, giving nothing away.
“What’s this?” Cain said, frowning.
Chas stared at him for a moment, before turning back to Aaron with a slightly bewildered laugh.
“I've got no idea. What’re you on about, love?”
“When I was, what, 11? 12? You hit me then, too.”
“No.” She shook her head quickly, before speaking over the sound of a few surprised intakes of breath from the group. “No, that can’t be right, you didn’t even live here when you were 12.”
“It was when I was visiting,” Aaron said. “Course the family weren’t there to see that one like they saw Charity and Noah. It was just the two of us, back there – ” He pointed towards the back of the pub. “ – in the kitchen. No witnesses.”
Robert saw the exact moment a flicker of recognition appeared in Chas’s eyes.
“Oh… ”
“Coming back to you now, is it?”
“Chas, is that true?” Lydia asked, looking shocked.
Chas ignored her in favour of staring at Aaron with wide eyes, caught off guard. “Oh love, that – that wasn’t – ”
“You had a go at me for not wanting to stay with you or preferring Sandra to you, I dunno. Can’t remember now. But I do remember you tellin’ me I ‘didn’t deserve a mother’ and then slapping me across the face. It left a mark.”
Robert's hands clenched on the bar as red hot anger rapidly surged through his body, and he glared furiously as Chas. She looked around helplessly, turning to Paddy for support. He just opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, looking lost and uncomfortable at the unexpected turn of events.
“Christ’s sake, Chas,” Cain grumbled from his spot next to Debbie, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“I’m – I didn’t – ”
“I was probably being a bit of a little shit to be fair,” Aaron cut off her stammering with a rueful smile. “Mouthing off – like Noah was doing to Charity, from the sounds of it.”
“Aaron love… I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you still – that you were still upset about that… ”
“I’m not,” said Aaron, matter-of-fact. Robert believed him, too. He knew his husband well enough to tell when he was lying or putting on a brave face to hide his hurt. This wasn’t one of those times. He wasn’t upset, he was frustrated.
“I’m not after an apology, this ain’t about me. All I’m sayin’ is, you might wanna take a look at that big glass house of yours, before you start chucking stones at Charity for doing the exact same thing you did to me more than once.”
He drained the last dregs of his pint and slid off the bar stool.
“You’re the last person who should be judging someone for making mistakes with their kids. I should know.” Aaron cast a quick glance over the group. “Same goes for the lot of you.”
Cain and Marlon had the grace to look somewhat sheepish, while Belle looked down awkwardly. Debbie just huffed and took another gulp of wine. Aaron rolled his eyes and grabbed his coat, shoving his arms in the sleeves.
“Robert, give Charity a ring, would you? Tell her we’ve got a spare room with her name on it.”
Robert pulled his phone out of his pocket. “My pleasure.”
“Er, no, hang on!” Debbie snapped, a hand flying up to halt them. “We’ve already agreed she’s not part of the family anymore, it’s decided.”
“I didn’t agree to anythin’,” Aaron snapped right back. “You wanna fall out with Charity, that’s your business. It’s got nowt to do with us.”
“Besides,” Robert waved his phone in the air with a smirk. “I’m technically the one inviting her and since I’m not a Dingle, your weird little rules don’t apply to me. Thank god.”
“Come on, Rob, let’s go.”
“Aaron no, get back here, this needs sorting! Aaron!”
Aaron ignored Chas’s protesting shrieks and started walking towards the door. Robert began to follow him, before pausing and turning back to the group, zeroing in on Debbie.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but it wasn’t that long ago you were tryna do her in – ” He gestured to Chas. “ – for shagging your bloke while you were still with him. Threatened her with a… shotgun, was it?”
Debbie’s mouth twisted in displeasure.
“You weren’t even here then!” Chas cried, jaw hanging open in outrage. “That is none of your – ”
“If you can get past that,” Robert spoke over her. “Then you can stop calling Charity the devil for nearly-but-not sleeping with your scumbag ex. Get over yourself.”
Aaron touched the small of his back. “Come on. If we start listing everything this lot have ever done wrong, we’ll be here all night.”
They stalked out of the pub without a backward glance. As they stepped out onto the street, Robert exhaled heavily.
“Always fun catching up with your family.”
Aaron huffed a small laugh and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Didn’t even get our food after all that.”
He made to start walking towards David’s, but stopped when Robert gently touched his arm.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, m’fine.”
Robert hesitated, fingers curling on Aaron’s sleeve.
“You… never told me about that. That she hit you when you were… ” He trailed off uncertainly, not wanting to sound accusing, like Aaron owed him an explanation.
Aaron hummed and turned to face him, their bodies naturally swaying into each other.
“Haven’t thought about it in ages, if I’m honest. Not for years.”
“I’m sorry.”
For all Aaron said he was fine, that Chas’s actions from 20 years ago didn’t bother him anymore, Robert knew from his own experience the lingering scars that kind of event could leave.
“It’s okay.” Aaron gave him a small smile and pulled him in for a soft kiss.
They stayed like that for a few moments, until Robert’s phone buzzed in his hand. He pulled away regretfully to read the words on the screen.
“It’s Diane. She says she’s with Charity, found her crying in the gazebo.”
Aaron sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Come on, then. Let’s go get her.”
Robert fired a quick text to Diane, telling her they were on their way, before slinging an arm over Aaron’s shoulders as they started walking.
“We’re really gonna have Charity as a housemate again, then?” He asked with a teasing grin.
Aaron groaned and leaned into him. “Looks that way. But if she pervs on us in the shower again, she's out on her ear.”
Robert winced as that particular memory came rushing to the surface.
“God help us.”
#the dingles can choke#chas especially#charity deserves better#i might write a little followup with her in the mill#robron#my writing#also the incident aaron referred to happened on 20th feb 2004#the episode is on youtube!
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
For Olivia
Summary: Line cook Johnny "Coco" Cruz has made many bad decisions in his life, but his biggest regret is not being a part of his children's lives. He reconciles with his teenage daughter, Letty, so he’s hopeful when he shows up on his four-year-old daughter’s doorstep. Shanice Hunter, a newly-appointed guardian, is determined to protect Olivia from anything— even if that means her own father.
Story Warnings (overall): Other than some mild language and alcohol/drug use, this is some pretty fluffy stuff. For me, anyway. Multi-chapter.
Pairing: Chef!Coco x Black!OC
Words: ~1.3k
Chapter One
They’ve never met. She’s never even seen a picture of him. But when Shanice opens her door and sees the tattooed man standing in her doorway, she immediately knows that he’s Johnny Cruz.
The process isn’t as long as everyone warns her it would be, but it is incredibly tedious. There are complicated forms to fill out and hearings to attend, but she forces herself to trust the process. She’s patient. And after three months, she officially becomes the legal guardian of the four-year-old girl standing beside her.
Their things are unpacked, yet Shanice keeps the flattened boxes stacked in the storage room on the deck. It’s been weeks since moving into this new apartment, and fear keeps her from tossing the boxes. She’s afraid some technicality will delay the process, or that her best friend, Mel, will change her mind about the whole thing.
But Shanice is awarded guardianship almost too easily, but she wraps her arms around Olivia tightly when it’s official. They hug this way every night after they kneel and send their prayers off with soft ‘amens.’
The embrace comforts Shanice more than it does the little girl whose body has lost way too much weight. Olivia’s much too young for all of life’s uncertainty. She’s already learned not to trust a promise, and her appetite wavers without something definitive. She pushes food around the plate at every meal as the not yets and the soons get old, sometimes forcing spoonsful of her dinner down for Shanice’s benefit.
Olivia’s small hand holds onto Shanice’s pinky and forefinger as she looks up at the man in the doorway. He stares back at her, shoulders suddenly heavy now with what Shanice will later learn is shame. He’s looking down at what has flourished in his absence.
Shanice sometimes tries to imagine his face, but he’s shapeless in her mind, and it’s hard to put a face to something without form. To catch smoke in her hand. Olivia has the same round, expressive brown eyes that give her away, and she has those same ears that are too big for her head.
Johnny’s ears are even more emphasized by his long hair that he tucks behind them. Tattoos peak out from the cuffs of his sleeves and the neck of his sweatshirt like weeds slipping through cracks in a wall.
He clears his throat before taking a half step forward. There are so many features that he and Olivia share, but his are masked in a furtive shadow even as he’s flooded with light from her apartment. Entirely too nondescript. He’s wearing dark jeans and an unmarked black hooded sweatshirt like he’s been trying to stop the darkness from clawing at his back.
Shanice shields Olivia, pulling her back and out of view when he inches forward.
“Sorry to come at you so late at night,” he says, tearing at the silence. “Uh, I’m Coco- I mean, I’m Johnny Cruz, Miss. Can we talk?”
“Go to your room, Olivia,” Shanice tells the girl, but it sounds as though she’s scolding her.
The curt tone is misdirected, meant for the recognizable stranger at the door. She looks behind her and watches as the little girl’s eyebrows weave together with confusion. She retreats to her new room with half her attention still focused on the door. Shanice gives a tight smile, attempting to reassure Olivia as the door pushes in but doesn’t completely shut.
“She’s beautiful,” the man lets fall from his mouth in a small yet untidy heap.
When the doorbell rings, Shanice thinks it’s the pizza she’d ordered for dinner that Wednesday. She still has the money in the pocket of her pajama pants, but she wished she’d brought the metal bat she keeps under her bed instead.
Johnny. She might have heard the name mentioned years ago, but the memory feels like a faded dream or a faint taste of déjà vu on her tongue.
“What do you want?” Shanice nearly pushes the words at him through her teeth as she speaks. She’s asking so much more with her question.
Are you going to take her away?
“You don’t gotta worry about me fuckin’ up your home or nothing,” he starts, clearing his throat more out of apprehension than necessity. He continues his researched speech, “I don’t wanna disturb nothing you got goin’ on here. I’m tryna make some amends in my life, and I’d be grateful if you would allow me to meet her.”
“How is meeting her not a disruption?”
He shakes in head, frustrated. “Naw, I meant…I’m not here to ask no custody or no bullshit like that.”
“You goddamn right, because I’ll kill you before I let that happen.” It’s intended mostly as a figure of speech, but she steps forward with one hand clenching the doorknob and the other clenching the money in her pocket. There isn’t anything figurative about the way she feels then as her hands tremor.
But Johnny doesn’t even seem surprised. This is something he must have expected from the list of imagined scenarios.
Out of the corner of her eye, Shanice sees the pizza delivery boy walking up the stairs with her food, and she suddenly realizes how the scene must look. She’s in a faded UCLA shirt and fuzzy pajama pants as her eyes are wide with every bit of contempt her body can muster. She relaxes her eyes, then her limbs follow as she finally remembers to breathe.
“Um, large pepperoni pizza?” the delivery boy tentatively puts forward the food, extending his lanky arms.
“Like I said,” Johnny begins. “I’m not tryna to inconvenience you or her, so I’m gonna go. If you wanna reach me…”
She watches as Johnny pulls a worn piece of paper from his pocket and slip it in the fold of the pizza box before turning and running down the steps of her place.
It takes a too-long, awkward moment to pass before Shanice remembers the delivery boy is still standing off to the side with containers of food in his scrawny hands. She apologizes as she slips him the money while simultaneously grabbing the boxes and she’s soon back inside the apartment. As Shanice puts the chain on the door, she has the strong urge to barricade it with the couch.
“Mushroom!” Shanice calls out as she washes her hands at the kitchen sink. “Pizza’s here!”
The door to Olivia’s room slowly opens and she looks around the living first before walking out of the room.
“C’mon, come wash your hands,” Shanice beckons from the sink.
Olivia joins her at the sink, pulling her step stool from the corner of the kitchen. She glances up at Shanice, squishing soap suds between her fingers.
“Who’s’at man?” Olivia blurts out.
There it is.
Shanice knows the inquiry must eventually come, but she doesn’t expect it this soon. Not before she has time to think of what to say.
“He’s just…” she shakes her hand, accidentally pumping more soap back on her hands to rinse for the second time. “He’s an old friend,” Shanice manages.
“How come you looked so mean at him?”
“Well, he’s mommy’s friend-”
“Oh,” Olivia’s eyebrows knit again, completely understanding. She’s seen a lot of Mel’s friends- old and new and temporary. “So…” Her face contorts with one eye scrunched as if she’s looking through a kaleidoscope. “…so he bringed a pizza?”
“No, Mush,” Shanice laughs at the conclusion Olivia draws. “I’m hungry, are you hungry?”
Olivia’s attention lands on the warm pizza now on their counter, but her favorite are the garlic rolls. Shanice is fearful that Olivia will go back to pushing her food around every time a meal is presented. Her cheeks are slowly beginning to fill, though. The childish chub is returning to her face as her appetite slowly begins to pick up. She’s less folded into herself, walking more like a child and less like a shadow.
They eat on the couch, watching A Goofy Movie while Shanice is the one who picks at her dinner tonight. Her stomach is in deep twists and doesn’t leave any space for anything else as she thinks of what’s to come from Johnny Cruz.
Next chapter: Two
#mayans mc#mayans mc fanfiction#mayans fanfic#mayans fanfiction#coco cruz#johnny cruz#coco x oc#thisiswhatshewrote#poc!fanfiction#poc!fanfic#woc writer#poc writer#black oc#mayans mc x oc
61 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
monsieurveritesadventures
Charlotte's Photography
lucero123lml-blog
Quizá pueda haber algo mejor💫
hikkaku
I remember this scenario;
ll-ff
.
plumpoctopus
Education Experience