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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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The Empress pt.VII

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Warnings: Hinting to sexual Innuendos.

“I don't mind them” you said, taking your seat in front of him per usual. “Why do you ask?” you questioned, your head tilting slightly. your eyes watching his kind ones.

“General Hawthorne is marrying her lover, since she is a friend of mine since our early childhood, she asked me to walk her down the isle in place of her deceased father” you smiled gently finding that action very sweet. “Since I was going with my family... I was curious if you would attend as my date perhaps?” pink dusted his cheeks, watching your eyes intently for your response. your cheeks flushed at the question.

“I-Id love too” you said, eyes slightly widened. You could feel your heart beating faster, subconsciously you started to fidget with your hands. He asked you as his date. Phil’s words laced through your mind slowly.

Techno's form visibly relaxed at your words. feeling a major weight lifted off his shoulders. He had herd from Phil that you were quite soft with the thought of him, as was Techno of you. after your nightly snowball fight, Techno couldn't get you out of his mind. That night he thought for hours on the sight of you under him, smiling ever so fondly up at him. It had his heart in complete knots. He could tell you trusted him completely. For how you always put your guard down around him, it made it easy for him to read you. He saw your lingering eyes at dinners and the casual times you would reach out for him, hug him or just make attempts at contact. He could hear how your voice was when he had to leave. You wanted him to stay. Techno would admit, although he wasn't one for many gatherings. the idea of seeing you in something more formal had him rather eager. He never had a taste for the court women, there poofy frilly dresses, all the extra jewelry they would drape on themselves. He never found attraction to it. Yet when his eyes linger to you, he couldn't wait to see how you presented yourself. Would you wear jewelry? He thought back to the golden earrings you had made a while ago. his eyes lingered to his desk drawer.

“I suppose if your going as my date, you should have the finest things. correct?” Techno's eyes glanced to you. You looked at him doe-eyed, he had to clear his throat and glance away. His cheeks going pinker at the sight of you.

“I-I... I mean, I’ll be ok with what I have Techno” You watched him. He pulled one of his drawers out and taken something out.

Techno sighed. “(y/n) I'm gonna be honest with you...” He said walking to stand in front of you. He offered you his hand, when you took it you could feel how clamy his hand was. He was nervous. He gently pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. although he towered you, you were not scared by his presence. You actually found him very comforting. He gently let go of your hand and showed you a little velvet box. You recognized this box easily. It’s what you put the earrings you made in. “Do you remember these?” He asked. You nodded in response. how could you forget after all. “What was the ingot, and gem’s I gave you, when you made these?” You paused briefly. thinking back on this.

“It was a gold ingot, and emerald's” You said looking up to him, your eyes never leaving his.

“It wasn't just any golden ingot” He said, his eyes now finding yours. “Do you remember when I raided that Mansion? the night we found Tommy?” You nodded. again, how could you forget something that was important to you. Yes, you remembered it for Tommy, but it also was the day Techno said the two of you were friends. “That night I left with a totem of undying. That totem will guarantee that the person holding it will not die.” He pressed his lips. collecting his thoughts. “I..I-I don't let people very close to me... But you, Your just different. I-I, I cant put my finger on why. But you are, and when I say I will protect you. I promise, I will protect you.” His cheeks were a light red now. He was stumbling over his words as he opened the box to show the earrings you made. “I understand that at times, I wont be at your side. But I made a promise to your father, that at no point would I ley harm befall you” You gently rested your hand on his to reassure him. He was nervous, you knew he had no reason to. But that didn't stop him from stumbling over himself. “What I'm tryin’ to say is. Please... Please wear these for me...”

You knew Techno well enough to know that this was his way of saying he cared for you. He was asking you to wear something that would prevent your life from ending. You gave him a kind smile, almost a loving one. “Anything to make you happy” You said softly. His eyes softened by ten-fold. Oh you definitely had his heart in your hand. “could you put them in for me?” You asked, looking up at him. He gave you a slow nod. gently removing your studs, he placed them on his desk as to not loose them to the floor. You felt him put your new emerald earrings in. The Gold of them made with totem of undying. The earrings you now wore, were the same style ones that Techno and Phil wore together. The three of you now having matching earrings.

Techno’s eyes lingered as he put the earrings in. You were so warm to the touch, your skin ever so soft. when you looked up to him with innocence. He couldn't help but think of other things...

later that night you were sitting on your bed thinking. You had forgotten to ask Techno about himself. Far to lost with the moment he gave you, your new favorite earrings. You glanced to your clock. It was late. Your mind drifted back to Techno. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to see him again and talk to him more.

“maybe... just a quick visit...” you said to yourself as you got up, slowly waling out of your room. Heading for Technoblade’s room. You had never been to his room, of course you’ve passed it. But you’ve never had a reason to enter, until now. You knocked gently on the large door. waiting for a ‘Enter’ or some signal to go in.

When the door opened it was your turn to go speechless, and red with blush. Techno stood there lazily, his hair was completely down and brushed out of every braid he normally wore. He had no crown, and no shirt. You couldn't help how your eyes fell, I mean you already were chest level with him, but this did not help. He did go pink at your longing stare, choosing to tease you about it for more amusement. “You know my eye’s are up here Princess...” You drew in a breath and quickly spewed out apologies. only earning a fond chuckle from him. “I'm only kiddin’” He leaned on the door way well giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your blush never leaving. “what brings you to my room? Don't tell me your still tryna’ sleep with me now” You gave him a shy smile before starting.

“I uhm.. wanted to actually ask you a bit about yourself... I meant to earlier, but we were side tracked with the earrings.” You explained. He hummed and stepped aside for you. You gave him a quizzical look not understanding why he moved.

“I'm not going to talk to you at my doorway, Princess” You realized he wanted you to come inside. you slowly entered, having not expected this turn of advents. Well you looked around you realized he actually had a nice room. It was a decent size room. In the middle was a rather large, four-poster bed, the covers were pulled back a bit signaling he probably had just gotten out of bed to get the door. There was a fireplace across from his bed with two sofa’s placed in front of it. He had two doors made of glass that led to a rather large balcony beside his bed. Where the room looked natural, there were books lingering, and set aside everywhere, he had bookshelves against the wall. Somehow it fit for him. On one wall there were two doors. one probably being a bathroom and the other for a closet. His room was actually pretty cold contrasting to the way it looked. You assumed it was like this because his body temperature was hotter like Phil said. “Would you like to sit at the sofa or the bed?” his eyes lingered yours.

Glancing between the two you really didn't mind, your rubbed your arms from the chill of the room well you thought. Techno had noticed this and walked towards his bed, pulling the covers back more. “Here... clime in over here. If your cold now, your just going to get colder.” you looked to him and went pink. You chewed your lip a bit thinking, ultimately deciding it wouldn't hurt to sit beside him.

You walked over and climbed up onto his bed. it was so soft, you relaxed down and pulled the covers over your legs, praying for the heaviness of the blankets to rush forth their warmth. Techno climbed in next to you and got comfortable again. As he shifted he figured he would ask. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” he moved his head to face yours.

You both were laying on your backs, loosely facing each other. “Well... I guess id just like to know more. You know about my childhood and stuff... I was curious if I could know about yours maybe” He pondered a bit, thinking about your words.

“I suppose that’s fair. It’s a bit lengthy though, princess” you shifted your body and faced him, showing he had your full attention.

“I don't mind. Your interesting, anything you tell me will be worth it” He smiled softly at you.

“is that so...” he mused. You nodded and he lightly chuckled, running a hand over his face well he thought. Your eyes lingered down his jaw to his neck. Without his usual pendants it looked bare, he had a prominent collar bone. His shoulder muscles also were very prominent. All in all Techno had a side profile of a god.

After Techno thought of were to start, he slowly began. “When I was about one or two Phil had found me in the Nether. I guess he was just making a supply run for some potions and I was just left behind. He couldn't leave me there so he took me home with him... That's when I met my Mother. She was a very kind and loving person... She always cared more about others than herself. She Taught me how to read, write, she basically taught me everything she could..” His eyes went a little sad. you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed thickly. “She didn't care that I was a hybrid, she was always protective of me... If someone from the court made a comment on me not being a prince she wouldn't hesitate to stand up for my name. Of course Phil would stand up for me too, but mother was the most protective of her boys.” He took a deep breath pondering again. “when I was five Mother had Wilbur, it was a weird adjustment to being a older brother, but I didn't care, I took Wil with me wherever I could. He could be a massive pain, but he’s still my brother” You gave him a sweet smile, finding it cute of how he talked about his brother. “When Wilbur was Four, I was Nine.” he gave a slight pained laugh. suppressing his emotion. “It was right after my birthday... Mother and Dadza had sat down for a dinner. In the middle of it she started to choke. We knew there was a spy among us, after all we were in a rough spot with one other country." He let out a sharp breath "But those bastards targeted her." You gently rested your hand on his arm for reassurance, your smile having fallen. Gently rubbing your thumb over his arm. You didn't realize how strong he was until you felt his muscles under your hand. Slowly he continued on. "I had always herd voices.. they linger and get louder when they ban together... sometimes they request things... Other times just they talk among themselves...” Your brow furrowed as his tone lowered and slowed. His head turned to you, almost checking to make sure he didn't scare you with that information. He was tense, but as soon as he met your eyes he relaxed slowly. “When Dadza and I realized why she was choking... We found out my voices had a very keen ideal for violence... Her funeral was hard... The whole palace adored her completely... Not to mention Wilbur took it the hardest... It does still bother me on some days... But after a while I just came to terms she wouldn't come back." Your slowly rubbed your thumb over his arm again. Gently giving a squeeze to show some reassurance. He gave a soft slight smile. Resting his hand on yours. " When I turned Fifteen Dadza had stepped down from the throne and gave it to me. He said it was time to make a name for myself. About that time Sarah Joined the army. That's when we started turning our small kingdom into a expanding Empire. We had the same ideals and goals so we knew with each others support we could do it” you watched him. Unlike Wilbur who wasn't over his mothers death, Techno, like he said was over his stage of grief. He mourned, but knew nothing would bring her back. So it was best not to live in the past.

You adjusted your head on the pillows to see him better. "You said Sarah was a childhood friend?" He hummed, his hand still rested on yours. Offering warmth to your rather cold ones.

"I know I met her when my mother was alive. Sarah's mom was my mothers personal Knight, and best friend. Sarah's father was part of our court too, so she was always around one way or another." Techno subconsciously shifted closer to you. Your hand still beneath his. "The court tried to set us up, but Sarah made it clear that she was strictly devoted to her work. Well, she was. Couple months months ago she proposed to the jeweler's Daughter. So as of lately she's been trying to sort things out for the wedding." You smiled softly. Happy that she had someone to confide her love in. "Sarah's a good General... She has her blood thirsty tendencies, but she's a good woman. She just wants, what's best for the Empire and for the Royal family." He let your hand go and slowly turned to face you, now resting on his side. His eyes lingered yours and then slowly dropped down to your lips, and neck. He took your hand in his and and held it gently. Liking the feeling of your gentle hand in his.

Your hand wasn't soft, it was calloused with the hard work you put into your trade. Although Calloused they were ever so gentle. When Techno held your hand he could only marvel at how tiny it was.

Recently techno had started thinking. Especially after the snowball fight. You laced his mind before, but now it was becoming a awfully noticeable. You were actually the other reason Seraphina was in Techno's office. Techno had a feeling that what he felt for you, went beyond a casual friendship. But, he's had no prior relationships to base this off of so he needed a outside opinion.

He found himself pondering you quite often, whether late at night, when he was in his office. Ect. He had even talked to Phil about it. Sarah poked fun that Techno finally had fallen for someone, specifically you. Unlike Sarah, Phil was casual when talking to Techno. Asking if you made him happy, if your happiness was important to him. Techno knew he wanted someone strong, kind, and gentle. But also someone who could make a elegant, but confident Empress. When he thought of you, he knew you were everything he wanted. You were kind, gentle, hardworking, smart, and your confidence was growing daily. Phil had mentioned that he knew he had met the right person, when he couldn't see her with anyone else but him. When Techno tried to imagine you with a different man, he could feel his stomach twist into the beginning of jealously.

Well he pondered this, it hit him. Almost full force.

He wanted you.

After the talk of Techno's childhood, and Sarah's wedding. You two sat in a soft silence, having no urge to talk and disrupt it. The walls had the light of the fire dancing in front of you two. the light dancing over techno’s and your face. Your eyes flickered between each other, almost waiting for someone to make a move. Occasionally techno would glance to your lips or neck again. But you would also catch him looking at your earring. He was always hard to read, so you just sat admiring him. Wishing to wrap your arms around him in another hug.

Soon his hand let yours go. You gave him a slight confused expression, having loved the feeling of his hand on yours. you went to protest but you were cut off.

Techno cupped your cheek gently. Moving closer to press his lips to yours in a ever so sweet kiss. It wasn't forced, he allowed room incase you wished to pull back from him. But thankfully you didn't. You rested your hand on his and kissed him back with everything you had.

The kiss was worth a million words. Unspoken words. Techno had a hard time explaining his feelings. But his actions always shown where he stood with people, and where he wanted to stand with you, was right at your side.

He did slowly part from you, his eyes lingering yours for any sign of disproval or hesitation. But he saw none. You were looking up at him doe-eyed, he couldn't help but want to stare at how pleading you looked.

"May I.. k...kiss you again?..." He asked softly. You nodded, your cheeks far past pink and going to a hot red. You could only utter out a quiet 'please'.

He didn't hesitate to give you what you wished for. His lips were back on yours. To make it easier he sat up on his elbow a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you tightly against him, well his lips never left yours. He could feel your arm snake around his neck, the other one resting on his chest. your body was beckoning him closer. His hand held firm on your back, keeping you pressed to him. He didn't want to let you go, now that he had you. now that you were in his bed. He wanted nothing more than to keep you close and protected.

The kiss, although loving and soft, was deep and passionate. Something that you and Techno had wanted from each other, and now that it was a arm's length away, you were not going to let it go.

Techno had wanted this moment longer than he realized. The feeling of your soft lips on his was addicting, he didn't want to stop. Without much thought he gently moved his hand down to your thigh, pulling it closer so your legs intertwined with his. Only roughly a hour ago he was joking about you sleeping with him. But if you continued your grip on his shoulder he sworn he may have just went through with it. Techno couldn't deny it any longer.

He was in love.

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lozzypoz321 · 3 years

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Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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You’re a What?

tw: cursing

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x gymnastics fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

AN: Happy birthday Atsumu!

“Oi, ‘Tsumu, you got a visitor!” Ginjima hollered, smirking at the entrance.

“Damn it Gin!” You whined, crossing your arms. “I was tryna’ scare him!”

“Can’t scare me, doll,” Atsumu grinned, running towards you. “Hey baby.”

“Hey ‘Tsum.” You step on your tip-toe, pressing your lips to his cheek. “Brought you a bento.”

“You’re the best!” Atsumu cheered, taking the cloth-wrapped package.

“Got anythin’ for me, (Nickname)?”

You chuckle, nodding. “Oi!” Atsumu protested as you handed Osamu a wrapped box as well. “I don’t feel special anymore.” The older twin pouts, crossing his arms.

“I made yours special, ‘Tsum. There’s extra tuna in it,” you roll your eyes, amusement glinting in your eyes. “Auntie asked me to bring ‘Samu a bento though.” You step forward, greeting the rest of the team with a wide smile. “And I brought some honey lemon slices for y’all too.”

“You’re the best (Nickname).” Suna grinned, greedily taking the jar from you.

“Oi, you better share that,” Ginjima protested, heading over to Suna to try and swipe the jar.

“Don’t forget your manners.” Kita said, fixing his team-mates with a hard stare as he plucked the jar away from Suna and Gin. He turned back to you, bowing slightly. “Thank you (Name)-chan.”

The rest of the team chimed in their thanks. Heat crept up your neck as you waved them dismissively. “It’s fine! It’s the least I can do. Thanks for takin’ care of ‘Tsum.” Atsumu snaked an arm around your waist, nuzzling into your neck.

“You’re too nice to these scrubs,” he grumbles.

You pat his cheek affectionately. “I’ll see you later! Have a good practice.” You bow, wriggling out of Atsumu’s grip before heading out of the gym with one final wave.

“What’d you do to catch someone like (Name)?” Osamu complained, glaring at his brother.

“Did you bribe her?” Suna added mischievously.

“No!” Atsumu whined, crossing his arms. “She likes me for me.”

Ginjima snorted, “sure thing. Whatever you say, Atsumu.”

Kita cleared his throat. “Let’s get back to practice now, shall we?”

****

The table filled with laughter and exasperated sighs as the twins started arguing once more. “Can we just get along for once,” Ginjima grumbles, picking at his bento.

“If you ignore them, we can,” Suna retorts, disinterestedly observing the two as they rally insults and comments.

“Tsumu, ‘Samu, eat your lunches.”

“But-” Atsumu attempted to protest only to be immediately shut down by your stern look. “Fine, but this isn’t over, ‘Samu.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, turning back to his food and eating. “How’s classes been for you guys?” You ask, looking at the rest of the table only to be interrupted by your phone. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the notification, the corner of your mouth twitching. “On second thought, I have to go.”

“What, already? You haven’t even finished your lunch, babe,” Atsumu’s brows furrowed as you stood up, gathering your stuff.

You send him an apologetic look, “I’ll eat later. Bye guys!” With one final wave, you disappear out of the dining hall. Suna raises an eyebrow as he watches you leave, biting his tongue from a scathing comment. He was sure it wasn’t anything serious, but it was definitely unusual to say the least. Since you had started dating Atsumu, you had never left lunch early. Nor had you ever left your food uneaten.

*****

“Hey, is everythin’ okay with you and (Name)?”

Atsumu looked up to Aran’s concerned face. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“We haven’t seen her around lately,” Suna stated bluntly. “Thought she broke up with you or something.” It had been three days since you’d left them suddenly at lunch, and your presence at lunch was sorely missed as you hadn’t returned since.

Atsumu’s jaw dropped, “No!” he spluttered. “She’s just been busy.”

“Hey babe?”

“What’s up?” Atsumu looked down at you while he walked by your side, escorting you home after a late practice. Osamu had gone home to the Miya household first.

“I’m not going to be able to visit practice for awhile.”

He frowns, pausing slightly as he surveys you. “Is everything okay?”

You flash him a smile, nodding. “Yeah! I just have some stuff to do after school for the next few weeks.”

Atsumu chews on his bottom lip, slowly nodding, “what kind of stuff?”

“Hey, didn’t you get invited to the All-Japan Intensive Youth Camp?”

His eyes lit up, nodding as he started swinging your intertwined hands once more. “Yeah I did! ‘Samu didn’t though.” You let out a small sigh of relief as he dives into the topic of volleyball and his twin.

Atsumu’s brow furrowed. Were you just trying to distract him?

“Busy?” Gin snorted. “Even when she’s busy, you still walk her home.”

“What does she have to be busy with?” Osamu asked, leaning forward and stretching. “She isn’t in any clubs, is she?”

Atsumu frowned, “no.”

Suna laid down onto the ground, playing on his phone. “She probably found someone better than Atsumu.”

“Hey!”

*****

Later that night, Atsumu found himself lying in bed wide awake. Beneath him, Osamu was snoring the night away. Atsumu rolled over, picking up his phone once more. 2 A.M. Still no ‘good night’ text from you. You had never missed a ‘good night’ text. Atsumu chewed on his bottom lip, Suna’s words coming back to haunt him.

“Are you sure she ain’t cheatin’ on you, Atsumu?” Suna asked, glancing up at Atsumu. “It’s pretty weird that she’s been ghostin’ you the past few days.”

“She hasn’t been ghostin’ me!” Atsumu protested. “She still sends me ‘good morning’, ‘good night’ texts.”

“Bet you she’ll miss it tonight.”

Gin frowned, looking between the group members. “Don’t be like that, Suna,” he chided. “(Nickname)’s a sweet girl. I don’t think she’d cheat on Atsumu.”

“Yeah! I’m sure there’s an explanation about what’s going on.”

Atsumu ended up laying in bed for another thirty minutes before exhaustion overwhelmed him. The next day, he woke up to no new text messages from you. He cursed under his breath. Could Suna be right? You guys weren’t having any issues. Or at least, none that he knew of. He tightened his resolve, searching for you as soon as he got to school. He popped into your classroom, only seeing your best friend.

“Hey, Aoi, have you seen (Name) ‘round?”

The brunette looked up to Atsumu, shaking her head. “Sorry, Atsumu. She’s out again.”

“Do you know where she’s at?”

Aoi shrugged, “(Nickname) just said she’d be out for the rest of the week. She didn’t tell me where she’d be.”

Atsumu frowned, nodding. You hadn’t mentioned anything about a week of absences in the sparse texts he had received from you. “Thanks anyways,” he muttered, heading back to his classroom.

“Find her?” Suna asked, glancing up from his bento. Atsumu shook his head. “Wonder where’s she been.”

“Aoi said she’d be out for the rest of the week,” Atsumu groaned, slumping into his chair and staring at his own lunch.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “The rest of the week? Doin’ what?”

“Fuck if I knew,” Atsumu grumbled. “She didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout it to me though.”

Suna frowned. As much as he was joking about you cheating, he didn’t actually want that to be true. He actually enjoyed your company. You were one of the few who didn’t force him to interact with you.

Atsumu’s phone vibrated, causing him to brighten up.

(Name): Hey baby! Sorry for going MIA. I had to go to Tokyo for something. I won’t be back for the rest of the week. I love you so much, see you soon!

Atsumu frowned. Tokyo? What on Earth did you have to go to Tokyo for? The more he thought about it and asked around, the more questions surfaced. The fact that he didn’t even know what you were busy with made him feel like a really shitty boyfriend. He knows that he was constantly busy with volleyball, but you had always understood and he always let you know what was going on. But was that enough to cause distance between you two? Before you, he hadn’t considered dating because he was too committed to his sport. And yet, something had drawn him to you. With everything going on, he started wondering whether or not he truly knew you. After all, you would have told him, right? Had he not earned a right to know what was going on in your life?

*****

“(Name)!”

You turn, grinning. “Hey Tsum-Tsum!”

Atsumu stopped in front of you, panting slightly. He’d caught the sight of your hair and sprinted towards you. He couldn’t believe that you were here in front of him after a week of being in Tokyo. “Where have you been?”

You adjusted the duffel on your shoulder, “I told you, babe. I was in Tokyo.”

“Why were you in Tokyo?”

You open your mouth to reply only for your phone to interrupt you. Your eyes widened as you looked at the notification. “I’m so sorry Tsum-Tsum, I’m actually supposed to be at the train station in a few minutes. I just came to pick up my homework.”

“Wait!” He protested, grabbing your arm.

“I promise, I’ll explain everything when I get back,” you reply, eyes softening at the desperation in his eyes. You press your lips to his cheek. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”

His arms drop as you yank yourself free from his grip. Brown eyes watch as you sprint down the halls and outside the building. “Well?” Osamu asked, popping up beside him.

“Well what?”

Osamu rolled his eyes, grabbing his brother’s arm. “Let’s follow her and see where she’s goin’!”

“She said the train station?” Atsumu replied in a questioning tone as he sprinted after his brother. They both darted off campus, heads swiveling.

“There she is!” Osamu pants, pointing at your back. Both twins sprinted after you, ducking behind stores to hide whenever you glanced behind you. They watched as you pulled out your card, swiping into the station. Their eyebrows quirked up as they scrambled onto the same train as you. “Why’s she goin’ to Osaka?” Osamu muttered beside Atsumu as they sat a few rows behind you. You had your back to them, earphones in as you watched some type of videos on your phone. Osamu pulled on a cap, covering his gray hair. The twins pulled off their uniforms, taking turns to change into streetwear.

“No idea,” Atsumu said, eyebrows furrowing. What could be so important that you were missing so much school for it? Why hadn’t you just talked to him? If you were riding a train, why couldn’t you just text him? He fought the urge to text you. His phone vibrated as Suna texted the group-chat.

Suna: Oi, Miya twins. Where the fuck are you guys?

Atsumu: on a train

Suna: wtf why???

Osamu: we saw (Name) on-campus and she got on the train to Osaka.

Gin: wait, you’re going to OSAKA right now??? What about practice?

Atsumu: uhhh cover for us!

Gin: Kita’s gonna kill ya

Suna: I can’t wait to watch that 😇

Osamu: oi suna stfu

Gin: you shoulda told us. We would’ve came with y’all

Atsumu: you guys just don’t wanna be in class right now

Suna: LOL auntie is going to KILL you if Kita doesn’t

Atsumu blanched, exchanging looks with Osamu. They really didn’t plan this out very well. They look up only to see you standing up, causing Osamu to shove Atsumu’s head down. Osamu carefully watches as you disappear into the restroom, reappearing and pulling on a white and red jacket. “Oi.”

“What?” Atsumu hissed.

“Is (Nickname) on a sports team or somethin’?”

Atsumu’s brow furrowed. “Not that I know of, why?”

Osamu jerks his head towards you. “She’s got a national team jacket on.”

Atsumu’s head shot up, eyes narrowing at your form. “Huh.” They jump to their feet as you stand next to the entrance, waiting to disembark. The twins scramble off, watching as you make your way to transfer trains. They slipped in, taking their seats in the back once more as you sat near the doors.

Suna: Oi Atsumu

Atsumu: what?

Suna: does (Name) do gymnastics?

Atsumu: what??

Suna sent a photo to the group-chat.

Atsumu’s eyes widened as the photo loaded. Sure enough, there was a photo of you staring back at him wearing a sparkly red and gold leotard. You were holding a trophy, a gold medal around your neck as you waved. There was a black box underneath you with your name on it, as if taken from a screen-cap of the competition. “Holy crap,” he whispered.

Gin: holy crap! You’re datin a gymnast???

Suna: not just any gymnast. Apparently she’s on the Olympic roster

Atsumu: WTF she never told me that!!

“What the fuck,” Atsumu muttered, forehead creased. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

Osamu shrugged, reading through some links. “Here’s a video,” he said, texting a youtube link into the groupchat. Atsumu tapped on the link, watching as his girlfriend did several flips, splits, and other aerobatic techniques for her floor routine. “She competes at nationals?”

“Well if she’s an Olympian, that makes sense,” Osamu snorted, rolling his eyes. “Ah, looks like this is our stop, ‘Tsumu.”

*****

“You’re an Olympian?!” Atsumu asked, running up to you just as you got off of the stage performing your routine.

“Tsum-Tsum! ‘Samu! What are you guys doin’ here?” Your eyes widened as you looked at your boyfriend and his twin. They didn’t even know you did competitions. How on Earth did they manage to sneak downstairs to the main stage anyways?

“Findin’ out that my girlfriend does gymnastics. Not only that, that she’s good enough to be on the national team. And the Olympics? What the fuck?!” Atsumu hissed.

You flushed, scratching your neck. You were about to answer when the Olympic coach came by, grabbing your arm. “Hey (L.Name), you have to do some interviews. Talk to your fans later.”

“Oh! Okay.” You send the twins an apologetic look. “I’ll be right back, I promise I’ll explain everything,” you plead.

Atsumu huffed, crossing his arms but nodding. After having been to major tournaments himself, he knew very well what needed to be done after competitions. He and Osamu stepped to the side, wandering the venue a bit. “Maybe I should’ve gotten flowers,” Atsumu said, scratching his neck.

“Oi, don’t they normally sell flowers at the venues?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened. “You’re right!” They wander around the hall a little longer, finding a booth of merchandise. Atsumu laughs rambunctiously, spying a t-shirt with your face on it. How had he never seen these before? He quickly queues up, purchasing one with the intention of messing with you the next time you guys hang out. Osamu rolls his eyes at his twin’s antics, but remains silent as he scans the hall for a food vendor.

Just further down the hall, Atsumu spies the flower vendor. “I’m gonna go get (Nickname) some flowers,” he tells Osamu. “You can go ahead and find food.”

Osamu nods, disappearing into the crowd without another word.

Walking up to the booth, Atsumu blanches at the many options. Should he just get a classic bouquet of red roses? “Would you like to buy some flowers?” The sweet grandmother looked up at him, smiling. He chews his bottom lip, nodding slightly. She chuckles at his expression. “Confused on to what to get?” Another nod. “Who is it for?”

He clears his throat, cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. Atsumu was confident in volleyball, that’s why he was so dedicated. He was confident in himself. But why was he so nervous and out of sorts whenever it came to you? “My girlfriend is competing today.”

“And you came out here to support her? You’re not from here, right?”

He shakes his head. “We’re from Hyogo.”

The vendor smiles, picking up a bundle of purple shobu, carefully wrapping them and handing him the bouquet with a kind smile. “Give her this.”

Atsumu lets out a sigh of relief, expression lightening. “Thank you!”

He makes his way back to where he had run into you earlier, waiting patiently near the door for you to make your appearance once more. Atsumu didn’t have to wait long. Within ten minutes, a lithe body was flinging themselves onto him. “‘Tsum-Tsum!” You grin, wrapping your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Atsumu flushes, ear-tips turning cherry red as he hands her the bouquet of irises. “Here, I got you this.”

Your eyes widen, taking the bouquet delicately. “Atsumu, you really didn’t have to.”

He panics, noting the lilt to your voice as he grabs your shoulders. “Oh god, are you okay? Why are you cryin’?”

You shake your head, holding the flowers closer to you. “Do you know what these mean?”

Atsumu stops, looking down at the bouquet. “Would you be mad if I said no?”

Giggling, you shake your head harder. “You’re such a scrub, I swear. These mean ‘loyalty, good tidings, and good news’.”

He clears his throat, “yeah of course I knew that.”

“Whatever you say, Tsum-Tsum.” You tease, leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. “Thank you.”

Atsumu grabs your hand, trying to lead you out of the exhibition hall. “So what’s this competition for?”

You glanced over at your boyfriend. “These are the qualifiers for the Toyota International.”

“The what?”

“It’s the international competition held in Toyota every year. Since I turned 16 last year, this is the first time I’m allowed to compete in it.”

“Holy crap, you’re an international star, babe!”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

He throws his arm around you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “So how come you never told me?’

Shrugging, you zipped up your jacket. “You’re normally doing volleyball camps and stuff when I have competitions, so I felt bad inviting you when I knew you were busy training.” Atsumu swooped down, scooping up your duffel. “And well I mean, we weren’t really dating when I went to the Olympics, so I didn’t really feel like you needed to know at the time.”

“So who does know?”

“Just the faculty and Aya. I need their permission to leave campus and miss school,” you grin before a dark look shadowed your face. “I didn’t want the rest of school to know about it, otherwise there’d just be too much attention on me.”

“It wouldn’t have been that bad!” Atsumu protested.

You fix Atsumu with a hard stare. “Oh really? I already get enough attention from guys. What makes you think that they wouldn’t be even more obsessed with me if they knew?” You shivered. “They’d probably be as intense as your fan-girls.” Atsumu blanched, nodding slightly. He’d already fought off a decent number of guys. Him and the volleyball team. “Besides, everyone’s attention is on the volleyball team, so I can hide under the radar perfectly well!” Atsumu placed his hand on your waist, leading you towards the exit when some more reporters started heading your way. “Ah shit,” you muttered. “If we get photographed together, then everyone will know.”

“I’ll distract them.” Atsumu offered, pushing you to the side and walking directly towards the reporter. You grin at your boyfriend’s self-sacrifice - though you knew he’d secretly love the attention anyways - and ducked out the back entrance, switching your national jacket for an Inarizaki hoodie. As you straighten up, you slam into a hard chest.

“(Nickname)?”

You glance up, eyes widening. “Hey ‘Samu! Was just wonderin’ where you were.”

“Where’s ‘Tsumu?”

You point your thumb behind you. “Distractin’ the reporters for me.”

Osamu hummed, eating another takoyaki before offering you a box. “Want some?”

“Yes please! I’m starving.” You took the box, joining Osamu as you guys waited outside the stadium. Your legs were swinging as you ate.

“So, you’re an Olympian?”

You nodded, sipping your water. “And what of it?”

“‘Tsumu never knew?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “If I told Atsumu, the whole school would know the same day.”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head. “You ain’t wrong about that. The scrub loves to brag, especially ‘bout you.” Osamu pulls out a bag of chips from his bag, opening one under your quizzical gaze. “He really loves ya, y’know?”

“Hmm?”

“He was stressin’ out this whole week. He thought he lost you or somethin’.”

Undoing your hair, you pull your hood over your head and slide some shades on as you spot some reporters skulking around. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so busy with everythin’, it was hard to keep in contact with anyone.”

Osamu shrugs. “Just make sure you keep him updated from now on, yeah? Isn’t that what people do in relationships or whatever?” Osamu gazes out, waving to Atsumu who was just leaving the arena. “Your partner in a relationship is who you want to stand by you for life. It’s you against the world, right? Otherwise what is it all for?” He shrugs again. “Just food for thought.” You flash him a smile before you both stand, greeting Atsumu. “How was the reporters, ya scrub?”

Atsumu shrugged, “coulda been better. They were surprised to see me, kept asking me who I was here to support.” He eyed Osamu. “You didn’t get stopped?”

The younger twin just points at his hat. “I don’t go outta my way to get recognized like you do ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu grinned, throwing his arm around you. “I didn’t, but I had to protect my baby.”

Osamu pretends to retch, shoving his twin. “C’mon scrubs, we gotta get back to Hyogo.”

The silver-haired twin leads the way as you and Atsumu slowly follow behind him, hands intertwining. “So, why were you in Tokyo?”

You shrug, “I had to do a week-long training camp with the Olympic coach. Had to prep for this competition, y’know?”

Atsumu hummed, squeezing your hand slightly. “How come you never practice back home?”

At this, you giggle, shaking your head. “I do, Tsum-Tsum.”

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed. He’d never noticed you going to practice or having obligations.

“There’s a gym a few streets away from campus. I meet my gymnastics coach there to practice. Or I’ll visit the dance studio on-campus and do my flexibility exercises there.” You shrug, giving him a good-natured smile. “What do you think I do during your practices anyways?”

“I dunno, miss me?”

You shove him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckles. Just as you reach the train station, he turns to you fully. “Hey babe?”

Turning to face him, your head tilts. “What’s up?”

“Promise me you’ll invite me to some of your competitions?” He hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip. “I feel like a real shitty boyfriend for not supportin’ you more.”

Your expression softens. “I promise, Tsum-Tsum. No more secrets.”

“One more thing.” Atsumu comes to a full stop, unzipping his jacket with the cheesiest smile on his face. “What do you think of my shirt?”

*****

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batfoonery · 3 years

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Rescue & Rehab Damian! AU

Probably part of the same universe as Flower Crown Steph tbh

It starts when there's a big, bad storm that downs some of the ancient trees on the manor grounds.

Damian had been walking Titus (and, on occassion, Alfred the Cat when Damian can get his harness on before the cat gets annoyed with his existence) just a few days before, and happened to know that there was a squirrel's nest in one of those ancient trees.

Not only is the tree one of those that has been downed, the entrance to the nest has been completely blocked, and once Damian has cleared it, it's clearly taken huge damage.

The little squirrel pups haven't opened their eyes yet, so he knows they're less than four weeks old (why yes, yes he had gone home and immediately researched squirrel babehs the same day he'd seen the nest)

There is no sign that the mother has even attempted to get into the nest. Damian doesn't know where she is, but the little ones are crying out, clearly cold, wet, and hungry. He pulls out out a handkerchief and gently lifts the two pups into it and wraps them up before sticking them down his shirt and cradling them next to his chest, where it's warmest.

He's already pulled out his phone and is calling the local wildlife rehab center before they're back inside. They don't tell him anything he doesn't already know, but he explains the situation and although they're already full (it was a big storm) they offer to help set him up with formula and proper sized droppers for feeding.

While Dick was out grabbing those for him (he tells people he bullied his bro/dad into doing it but the truth is Dick saw him in the kitchen and started squealing and offered his help) he sets up a box with a heating pad, a "nest" of warm flannel scraps, and a small stuffie for them to snuggle up to.

He dries them off and tucks them in, and then finds them a normally closed-off (due to disuse, Alfie isn't tryna have to dust empty ghost rooms) room on the ground floor. It's got nice big windows, and won't have the smells of the other animals in the house.

It takes time, but he does successfully raise, rehab, and release the squirrels. And that's that. Except.

Late summer another storm hits. The wildlife center calls him (he'd kept them updated on his squirrels) and asks if he minds taking on some wild mice.

They end up renovating the room into his "rehab room." His pets aren't allowed in, nor are his brothers or dad (except Dick). Alfred is allowed in, because Damian knows better than to tell him no. He can't figure out how to keep Cass out, and Steph is allowed because she's genuinely good at feeding babies and doesn't mind helping him make them relieve themselves. The goal is to limit the people smells and interactions, so they can stay as wild as possible and won't get used to human interactions.

The manor grounds are great for rehab & release, because they're so big and have lots of trees for birds and squirrels. If it isn't good for them to be on the manor grounds, he's allowed to use the Kent's farm, and other assorted wild areas that the capes community has access to.

The Amazons send him baby birds on occassion (they mostly rehab their own, but they have a hard time with birds because they're fragile and they're all equipped with Big Strong Lady Hands) and Diana holds him up off the ground so he isn't technically on their lands when he releases them.

#flower crown steph au #batfam headcanons #damian wayne #robin #batfam #dc comics #Dick is a terrible helper #but he puts the babies at ease like a magical fairy #Most wildlife centers are very nice and helpful #But beware if they know you've raised one litter they will call you until the end of time #They're all very very short staffed and short on supplies #The only reason this one had extra supplies is because Dami makes sure they're very well funded #Highkey don't try to raise baby squirrels #Don't touch them let Mom find them #In this AU the squirrel mom got partially squished but was found by a kind stranger who took her to the wildlife center #It was Jason #So she couldn't have come back so it was the right call #She's eventually released too and neither Wayne boyo knows that they've essentially co-healed the same squirrel family

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thisiswhatshefelt · 3 years

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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

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psychedellic-phase · 4 years

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Fifteen (pt 2)

tw: none, fluffy

wc: 2337

Part one!

Spencer almost ran every red light and stop sign on his drive home. He didn’t even put the radio on. The only music was the sound of his ragged breath and skyrocketing heart beat. It hadn’t sunk in for him yet that you were really, truly, gone. You had only called it quits a few weeks ago, and work was okay. Good even. Hotch was nice enough to split you guys up a lot, sending you with JJ or Derek and Spencer with the newest member, Alex Blake. In the few small interactions you had, the two of you were better than you had been during the last few months of your relationship. It was just like the old days, before everything went sour. He guessed that was just you faking how much pain you were really in, and he was right. He cursed himself for not noticing that either.

He sat on his couch and opened up the box again to find envelope 1:

“Okay, Hey Spence. I’ll try not to be so long winded, but bear with me throughout this. I want you to really understand what happened between us.

These are going to go chronologically, so the story starts before we even started dating. The story starts the day I realized I loved you. November 17, 2010. So please take out:

1. Welcome Interstate Managers- Fountains of Wayne.

Please direct your attention to track 3. Stacy’s Mom. This may be my favorite memento from us. It’s so innocent. We were so innocent then, but not anymore.”

He took the disk out and ran his hands over the case. It had never been opened and still had the plastic film on it. He flipped it over and read the track list to find #3, ‘Stacy’s Mom’. He immediately knew where this was going. The memory hit him like a sack of bricks, knocking the air out of him and making it hard to breathe.

“This also may be one of my favorites because it’s so not you. No one would think that Stacy’s Mom of all songs would be so important to us. But it is, because it was the beginning.

We had just gotten back from that weird, awful case in LA. The one where the taxi driver had the weird smell thing and would remove skin from the victim’s feet? And Emily was being suspicious? Yeah, we had just gotten back from that one and Derek and I had each given you $50 to finish the paperwork for us. We were joking around and arguing about basketball of all things. I don’t have an eidetic memory but I remember that day so clearly.

“Is this really the hill you want to die on Derek Morgan?” I said.

“Yes, Y/N, Michael Jordan will always be the best basketball player of all time,” Derek said back.

“I’m just saying Lebron or Kobe could definitely pass him at some point! Especially now that Lebron’s on the Heat. Him, Wade, and Bosh are going to kill it.”

“Why do you know so much about basketball Y/N?”

You weren’t paying attention to us. You were doing the work we should have been doing. You always were the good one, Spence. When Em or D or I would go off the rails, you always kept it together. I admire you for that. I had a crush on you at the time. It wasn’t full blown yet, but it was enough to make me flustered and blushing any time I was near you.

I told Derek that I was a pretty big basketball fan because my brother had drilled it all into me when I was a kid. He scoffed and told me I didn’t seem like the sporty type.

“Well not everyone can kick down a door in one move like you, but I’m pretty athletic!” I argued.

“Athletic? C’mon Y/L/N, Hotch keeps you and Reid at the stations for a reason. You’re not a bad shot but your specialty is interrogation.”

I faked offense, being dramatic as usual. But, really I was a little hurt and D could tell. You had finished the paperwork then, and handed both of us files.

“Do you think I’m athletic?” I asked you.

You smiled shyly, “I mean, you’re not the most athletic but you’re not bad.”

“See?” Derek said, and I shoved him playfully.

“I’m not exactly athletic either,” You said, and you did the tongue thing that you don’t even know you do. The one where you poke it out of one side of your mouth. It makes me a little weak in the knees.

“I was bad at everything at the Academy Y/N.”

“Yeah? Like what?” I asked, “You’re good at everything.” Derek laughed, but I meant it. You are good at everything.

“Marksmanship, physical training, obstacle course, Hogan's Alley, you know, pretty much everything that wasn't technically book related. They ultimately had to make exceptions to allow me into the field.” You admitted, getting a sheepish smile on your face.”

Spencer stopped reading then, and wiped his eyes. He had allowed a few tears to fall as he read. He remembered this day so fondly. You guys have always been friends; the whole team is a family. But you always stuck more around Emily and Derek when you could. You worked with Spencer well, it wasn’t that you didn’t like him. In hindsight, you avoided him because of your crush on him. The thought made a smile creep up on his face. It was a watery smile, but still a smile. At that time in his life he was so insecure and unsure of himself but you always made him feel validated. When he would go on his rambling tangents about weird facts you always smiled and nodded when the others tuned him out. He needed that then, and, honestly, still needs it now.

All of you, especially Spencer, were still reeling from the loss of JJ to the state department. It was a constant reminder of how quickly everything could fall apart. So, he needed good memories, good days. Days like November 17. A few of his tears smeared the ink and mixed with your dried tear stains. He sighed, how did he get here, only being close to you through mixed tears? He shook the thoughts away and kept reading.

“This is a long one, sorry Spence, but the backstory is important I think. So anyways, we handed in the paperwork you did for us and we all went down to the parking garage together. Derek got in his car and left, probably to meet some girl of the week. Emily was gone, she was still being weird, which we all learned about later. Rossi? Hotch? Garcia? Who knows where they were. All that mattered was you and me, laughing about how not athletic we are as we made our way to our cars that we parked next to each other every day. I don’t even remember how we started the parking thing, but if I got there and I saw your car I made sure to be next to it. And you did the same. Somehow it made me feel safe. And of course, that day your car wouldn’t start. So I graciously tried to help you jump it, but still nothing. You reeled off the facts of how jumping a car works, but alas that did not get your crappy sedan to start. The two of us trying to fix a car is about as ridiculous as it gets. After our third jump attempt we gave up and I said I’d drive you home and we would get Derek to help us fix it tomorrow. You agreed and got in the passenger seat. There was crap everywhere, there always was. You always hated that.

“How do you have like eight outfits just in the car?” You asked, tossing a dress into the back seat.

“I have to always be prepared,” I said back, stifling a laugh.

“Oh? And what does this prepare you for?” You asked me, holding up a tank that would barely cover my chest.

I grabbed it from you and blushed. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m kidding Y/N,” You said and we both laughed. It felt so right. So comfortable.

You had on a very Spencer Reid outfit that day. Purple dress shirt, dark blue cardigan, purple and blue tie. You’re striking. Derek doesn’t lie when he calls you ‘Pretty boy’.

But anyways, before I fall back in love with you just by descriptions—“

He had to put the paper down then. It hurt. Every word hurt. You’d fallen out of love with him? You said the last rule was he had to remember that you loved him. You did love him, you just weren’t in love with him anymore. There is very big difference. He thought he may throw up again but he took a few deep breaths, the same way you taught him to when he’d get overwhelmed, and kept going.

“We were sitting there and I started driving and I turned the radio up. You made that face, you always do when I put on top hits.

“Sorry I don’t have a lot of Beethoven,” I joked at a red light. You looked over at me, and we made eye contact, which caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“It’s alright,” You cleared your throat, “I know every word to every song I’ve ever heard, so I can follow along.”

“Okay, what’s this one?” I challenged, turning up the radio.

“Rolling in the Deep, Adele”

We played that game for a while. You guessing songs and me laughing. You got every single one right.

“Oh! I need to turn this one up! I love this song!” I said. It was the very beginning of Stacy’s Mom.

“Sing with me, Genius.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not singing! I-I can’t sing!”

“Too late, it’s starting.”

“As long as you promise to sing with me.”

We had our first pinky promise then. Your pinky was so long and large, mine so tiny.

“Did your mom get back from her business trip?” I started and you added the “business trip” in the background.

“Is she there or is she tryna give me the sli-i-i-i-ip? Give me the slip?”

You took over then, I think the line resonated with you, “You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be. I'm all grown up now baby, can't you see?”

Then we took the chorus and the rest of the song together, jamming out like teenagers. My heart swelled. You singing, so relaxed with me, just made me so happy. You were comfortable with me. And your singing voice is pretty good too Spen, maybe if you hadn’t been groomed for the FBI you would’ve made a good singer.

“I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom.”

We finished the song together, practically yelling, and when we looked up we both realized I missed the exit for your place. I made a u-turn and dropped you off, vehemently apologizing for messing up. Directions were always your thing, not mine. You smiled and said thank you, and even pulled me in for a hug. When we came out of the hug, we made eye contact. The steamy kind like in movies before the two main characters make out. I almost leaned in to kiss you, but I pulled back and left. You waved to me from the door.

The whole ride home I was freaking out. My heart was going insane. That’s the day I fell in love with you, Spencer Reid. I was teetering on the edge already, but sitting in my car with you, scream-singing Stacy’s Mom, that’s when I fell into the water. So put the CD in a player, turn it on, and listen to Stacy’s Mom. Every time I hear that song I will think of you, sometimes I even play it on purpose just to remember that day. To remember how complete I felt. Remember the electricity and tension. Remember how that’s the day you fell in love with me too. When the 3 minutes and 18 seconds of the song are done, go to envelope 2.”

Spencer put the paper down and shakily tore off the plastic. You were right, that was when he told you he fell in love with you, but really he had been in love with you a long time before then. He had fallen for you almost immediately after you joined the unit, but he didn’t say anything. He told you he fell in love with you the same moment you fell in love with him because that would be perfect. And you deserve perfect.

Spencer remembers a different day as the one when he fell in love with you. It was the first day you were introduced to everyone and Rossi raved about all your skills to the team. You dressed to impress that day, and impress you had. Not just your beauty, but your brain. That’s what he really fell in love with first. But that was almost five years ago. When his hair was too long and shaggy; a homeless poet was what he liked to call himself.

When the song ended, he started it over.

“She’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long,” Was another line he yelled extra loud, but you hadn’t written about it. He belted that one out because that was how he felt about you. How he still feels about you. He suddenly felt so claustrophobic, ripping off his tie and opening the top few buttons of his shirt. He paced around the room, the song still playing in the background. ‘How did this happen?’ He asked himself again. He lived it with you and still didn’t know quite how this happened. Knowing the answer was hidden in those pages, he got himself together enough to open up envelope 2.

PART 3!

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ydolanssss · 3 years

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A hood love story: G.D

Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.

Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.

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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.

Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.

They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.

They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.

They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.

But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.

"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.

"there's a game?"

"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"

"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.

"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.

"...fine"

"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.

You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.

"when you coming over hoe"

"I'm already outside, come on"

You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.

"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."

"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."

"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"

*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".

"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.

"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."

"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."

"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."

"Don't you fuckin touch her."

Meanwhile you on the bleachers

"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.

"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."

"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.

"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.

"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.

"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"

"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.

"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....

"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"

"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.

"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.

"hey what was the call about?" You asked

"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.

You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.

"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.

"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"

He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.

"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.

"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.

"umm what no I don't wan-"

"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.

You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"

"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"

He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.

when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.

"just because you can't don't- who is that?"

He asks leaned down a little.

"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"

You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.

*bow bow bow bow*

The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".

You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.

"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.

Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.

You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.

"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.

He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours

"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.

You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.

"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.

You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.

You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.

"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"

You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.

"Thank you."

"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.

"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."

He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."

You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"

"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.

You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."

The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.

You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.

You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.

"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.

"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.

" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"

You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.

Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."

Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.

"or that pretty little pussy?"

You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"

"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.

"um yea I think that would be best."

You both start to relax and go to sleep.

"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."

He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"

"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."

"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."

"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"

He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."

"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"

"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."

Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"

"ion know ask him."

You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."

"what? No don't-"

"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.

You go back upstairs and he's awake.

"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"

"yeth please."

"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."

You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.

"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"

"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."

"seriously grayson. But that's like-"

"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."

"mm true, gosh okay."

You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"

"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."

"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."

"your all good."

"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."

He sighs "alright"

You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.

"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.

"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"

You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."

"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.

"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"

"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.

"what a nice butt, good for you!"

"thank you queen." He smiles

"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him

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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.

On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."

"uh yea sure I'll be there."

A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.

"hey." You jumped.

"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."

"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"

Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.

The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.

Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.

So the day you found out was kinda intense.....

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do that to her!"

"As long as we've know her!"

"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"

Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.

"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"

With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.

"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"

"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."

"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."

They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.

"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."

Time for you to get angry.

"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."

Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.

"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."

And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.

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"....so what did you wanna talk about."

You snap back into reality.

"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"

He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"

"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."

He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.

"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."

"okay look i-"

"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."

"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."

He puts his head in his hands.

"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."

"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"

There is a pause between you and him.

"umm....I'm sorry."

"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."

You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.

"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."

"okay, okay, call him."

You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.

"hello?"

"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"

"word? Who is it then?"

"his twin brother."

"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."

"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"

"shit alright"

You end the phone call and he sends you the address.

"alright let's go."

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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.

"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."

"alright alright"

You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.

"um hi are you daemin?"

"yea that me, you got my money?"

"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"

He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket

"here you go man, um sorry for-"

The door slammed in our faces.

"umm I guess that it-"

"how's Graysons shoulder?"

"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."

"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."

"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."

"alright bye drive safe"

"okay thank you!"

You and Ethan get back to the car.

Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."

"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "

"yup okay sounds cool. "

The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.

"well here we are. God it still looks the same."

"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."

You turn to look at him.

"alrighty well- mphm"

Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.

"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."

Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.

"...no Ethan."

"what? What do you mean?!"

"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."

He moves his hand.

"...no"

"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."

He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.

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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.

You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.

Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.

And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.

Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."

"of course beautiful what is it?"

"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"

"when were we going separately?"

"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"

"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.

You've never been so content.

#gray #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson #love story #ethan dolan #bw #dolan twins

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cyn-00 · 4 years

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37? from fluff? with morgan tryna be scary and tough but spencer is like no no no. you’re a teddy bear😂

OH this turned out so cheesy and fluffy Dumb Anon Who Hates Fluff from the other day is gonnna throw up 💞 (also: this is much longer than the others! hope you don't mind).37) "You're just a softie."

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Reid, JJ and Rossi's attention was abruptly captured by the doors of the police station slamming open; the handcuffed unsub along with some officers, Prentiss and a very angry-looking Morgan making their way inside.

The genius stopped taking pins off of the map, a nauseous feeling boiling in his stomach as he registered a second too late that the guy's gaze was fixated on him and him only; regardless having a whole room of people among which his eyes could wander, a whole room of people staring at him like you would stare at an exotic but icky bug trapped in a glass box.

The look deep inside the criminal's eyes was disgusting to say the very least, but something similar to fascination denied the young profiler to tear his gaze away.

It was only when the man smirked at him that the feeling of being violated overpowered whatever sort of "scientific" interest Spencer had toward the pedophile they'd just caught.

"Reid?"

Spencer swallowed almost audibly and met Morgan's eyes.

"Mmh?"

"You alright there, kid?" the man asked taking a step closer, concern drawing his eyebrows together as though pulled toward one another with invisible threads.

Spencer made the mistake of glimpsing one last time at the unsub, only partially hidden by his boyfriend's broad shoulders.

Derek stood imperceptibly straighter, carefully turning his head.

He didn't need more than a fifth of a second to pick up on what was happening.

"Wh- son of a bitch." he hissed, taking large steps toward the man sitting on a chair by the wall, at safe distance from Spencer - apparently not safe enough, though.

"What the hell, man??! Get him out of here!"

The distracted police officer hardly guarding the criminal winced at the loudness of Morgan's voice.

"Wha-"

"NOW!!"

A shorter but older officer came to his inexperienced colleague's aid, forcefully dragging the unsub toward an empty room.

Morgan never stopped glaring at the man, a dead weight lazily thumping his feet at each step as though all his physical effort were being exploited to keep his eyes glued on the young genius' figure, even if the space parting them increased by the second.

As Derek turned around, everyone including the members of the team present in the room feigned being busy with whatever, jerking their gazes away. Everyone except Spencer, who on the contrary watched attentively as his boyfriend walked back toward him. With each feet of distance his legs erased it seemed to him Derek's features got softer and softer and the tension in his muscles leaked from him drop by drop.

"I'm sorry about that, Spencer." he apologized with a deep exhale, once he'd got close enough to drop the surname and indulge in that mirage of intimacy.

Reid frowned. "It's not your fault."

The older man sighed again and leaned ever-so-slightly closer, cocking his head to one side as if trying out another perspective to look at him better.

"I always feel like it is when anything happens to you, sweetheart." he claimed in a quieter voice, bringing a hand up to briefly stroke his boyfriend's cheek with his knuckles.

That statement and the profoundly affectionate way Derek was staring into him were nearly overwhelming, enough for Spencer to feel the impulse to avert his eyes and direct them toward his shoes.

"B- but it's not." he reiterated in a murmur. "plus, nothing happened anyway."

Morgan shook his head in the attempt to un-convince himself of being guilty in whatever way he thought he was.

"I know." he agreed at last, looking down to take Spencer's hand in his own. "I'm just really tired. Can't wait to get the fuck outta here and go home with you, pretty boy."

There was something irredeemably frustrating about the rate Spencer's brain had fried up once it had processed that Derek was referring to whichever house they'd get to that night as "home", without having decided yet whether they'd stay at his or Reid's place. And the umpteenth pet name on top of that.

"...you're just a softie." he mumbled to himself, smiling at the ground.

Awkwardness materialized in the form of a brief silence.

Derek cupped the other's chin in a hand to lift it back up.

"I'm a what now??" he asked with disbelief and most of all amusement radiating from every pore of his skin and facet of his demeanor.

Spencer slid his hands in his pockets, acting laid-back despite the regret for having let that slip out tinting his cheeks bright pink.

"Garcia always says it. Not to your face, I'm guessing." he shrugged - that was true, at least. "At first I looked at her exactly as you're looking at me right now, but finally I understand what she means."

The other man's eyebrows shot up in indignation. "Just 'cause YOU turn me soft it doesn't mean I'm a 'softie'." he air-quoted. "Besides, that's on you, sugar."

The short relief Spencer had felt once it had become clear that Derek didn't need an explanation for why Penelope and him labeled him as 'soft' was unpolitely dismissed by literally everything else the other man said.

Reid tried to ease the feeling of his face torching up by digging his teeth in his bottom lip. He slightly ducked his head once again but couldn't give up on returning Derek's gaze, albeit through his lashes.

Morgan broke both the eye-contact and the silence with a snort that quickly escalated into a chuckle, folding his arms on his chest and shaking his head.

"Spencer, I can't, if you look at me like that."

The genius mistook that for some weird type of reprimand and pouted meekly.

"Y- you can't what ?"

The other's grin widened and that didn't but confuse Spencer further.

"I didn't do anything!" he was not playing dumb. His failed attempt at understanding was authentic, but that damn smile was contagious and Derek must have rightfully thought Spencer's mirroring of said smile meant he did understand.

The man in front of him didn't bother responding, instead looking around non-chalantly before grabbing Reid's wrist.

"D- Der- wh- what-" Spencer only managed to stutter as he was being pulled toward somewhere, zig-zagging between desks and occasionally people, who luckily were not in the least interested in what the two were doing. Which anyway, he didn't know.

Before he could process, Spencer was in an empty room - the one JJ had used to talk to the victims' families - poorly lit by the lamps in the lobby alone, pressed up against a wall and smothered by his boyfriend's kisses, landing all over his face with no specific order or preference or hierarchy or regard for the genius' germophobia.

"Der! Come on!" he protested in between giggles, scrunching his nose. "There's-" his phrase was cut off by one of the kisses shutting his lips.

Derek let out an annoyed close-mouthed sound before stopping to get air.

"What is there?" he asked in a breathy whisper, tucking flying hairs behind the genius' ears tentatively.

"There's, uhm..." Spencer gulped, toying pointlessly with the collar of the other's t-shirt, slightly frayed from use. "...there are people outside. A lot."

Morgan nodded. "Let me think..." he murmured teasingly.

The man leaned in with such slowness Spencer was melting under his ever-lasting gaze; his timid smile only growing bigger the more Derek's face inched closer.

He placed a kiss on his lips just as slowly.

"I don't care." Morgan finished his phrase, before continuing with a trail of pecks that passed by his cheek and eventually led to his ear until his face was buried in Spencer's curls and his arms were squeezing him in a hug.

The slimmer man gladly returned it, letting a solid 20 seconds pass before speaking up against Derek's shoulder.

"...see? You're a softie."

Morgan scoffed but agreed nonetheless. "Alright. For you I'm a softie."

Saying that the genius wasn't expecting him to give up so easily was an understatement - which only strengthened his theory. He found himself bursting in a laugh.

"If garcia finds out you admitted it..."

"Oh she's NOT gonna find out." the other rushed to contradict, pulling away enough to see Reid's face again. "Because you WON'T tell her, am I right?"

Spencer arched a brow. "...that's supposed to be threatening?"

"Mhmh." Derek nodded. "It is."

"Well, not to shatter your dreams or anything, but it's not really worki-"

A syllable away from the end of the young agent's sentence the light in the room switched on, and the couple barely had the time to scowl at that that the door was being opened.

The two took their arms off of each other and parted a few feet, quickly turning heads to look at the intruder.

"Oh !- sorry guys," Emily grimaced; only half of her body inside the room and a hand still gripping the door handle. "...but we gotta get going."

The cringe on her face morphed into an amused, knowing look.

"I looked everywhere for you..." the woman added, because for some wicked reason she always found it extremely fun to make things more awkward.

Spencer braced his arms around his torso and looked at the floor, hoping that avoiding her eyes would suffice for stopping either the blush from dusting his face or the ridiculous chuckle from escaping his lips; both in the best case scenario.

"Ah, yeah, sorry. We'll be right there." Morgan offered to answer in the other's place; the utter embarrassment his voice and attitude delivered were yet another point at Garcia and Reid's thesis' advantage.

Prentiss lingered in the room a while longer - an eternity - glancing between them, and ultimately got out, leaving the door ajar because keeping it completely open would be too much of a mockery, but shutting it would mean she'd have to come back 10 minutes later and witness that very pathetic scene a second time.

Spencer's body let go of the chuckle he'd been holding - sparing him the most part of the blush, though, which he was grateful for - and finally detached his back from the wall.

"You are so soft." he casually remarked once again, brushing past by his boyfriend to get out of the room.

Derek managed to reach him with a couple of strides before he could get too far to hear his reply.

"Only for my baby boy."

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Jason Momoa x Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Bad attitudes/smut

Vroom vrooooom!!

Your eyes squeezed tightly in annoyance before you started to buck your blankets off of your body, punching your bed in aggravation. Every weekend it’s the same thing: at 7 am your sleep is disrupted by the violent roar of a motorcycle engine. You just moved in to your new place a month ago and at first you assumed that the disturbance would be temporary. People work on their vehicles on the weekend, and testing things may require a few loud repetitious sounds. But EVERY weekend? The two days out of the week you get to be able to sleep without an alarm blaring and you still have to wake like its a work day.

Today was even worse because it sounded like it was right outside your window. The funk of fumes made you cough while you got up to look out your window. No one was outside but you put your shoes on anyway. No way were you taking this lying down.

No shame in your bonnet game, you walked out in your pajama shorts, tank and slippers to survey your surroundings in the parking lot. You see some guy hunched over a big old looking bike, his back turned to you.

You marched over to him without abandon, building up your month's worth of frustration to fire off at him.

"Hey man!"

The putter of the engine must've drowned out your words so you shouted again.

"Hey! You know what the hell time it is? Some people are tryna sleep!" you said to the back of his messy man bun.

He turned his face to you slowly with a raised eyebrow, looking amused as his eyes settled on your slippers.

You felt self-conscious, taking a step backward and crossing your arms. "I had to hear you tinkering at this garbage at ungodly hours for a month!"

He reached for the ignition and turns the motorcycle off.

"It’s not garbage. It’s vintage."

His voice boomed in the newfound silence, throwing you off your anger rhythm. He wipes his dirty hands against his well worn jeans as he comes to a standing, towering over you like a giant.

You felt a wave of vertigo just looking at him but remained on subject. "Looks old, like it should be thrown away."

He crossed his arms bouncing momentarily on his toes just making him grander. "Perhaps you have heard of a concept called recycling, refurbishing, or reusing. Just because something has lost its luster doesnt mean its a pile of junk."

“Well excuse me for liking the finer things in life. Couldn’t kill you to trade this in for something better and less noisy! So keep it down in the meantime.” You walked off in a huff, scraping the soft soles of your slippers across the pavement.

“Nice to meet you too neighbor, the name is Jason! I could show you how to sew that hole in your shorts too since you like the finer things!”

You stopped suddenly, sticking your butt out to look at the supposed hole.

“Don’t worry. Looks good.” His voice dipped into a tone that sounded predatory. You walked backwards glaring at him as you made your way back around the corner out of his line of sight.

You stopped for a second to feel your behind and come across the hole you got roasted on. You kiss your teeth, feeling yourself get warm with embarrassment. It didn’t matter to you because sleep clothes aren’t supposed to always be fancy schmancy. You peeked around the corner and spied on him as he worked. He had the nerve to talk about anyone with his dusty olive green Henley on with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his large forearms and that geometric tattoo. You couldn’t care less about his opinion, long as his motor keeps quiet. The next weekend, you stayed out hella late catching up with friends after work. Happy hour was popping and you are a sucker for discounted drinks, especially when they are as good as the ones at your favorite bar. Your Lyft dropped you off in front of your place at 3 AM and you trudged to your front door and catch a glimpse of something in your peripheral as you dug out your keys. On top of the trash bag there was a note scrawled on a piece of paper that says RECYCLE.

“What the fuck?” you say out loud and picked up the note, turning it over you see the signature -Neighbor J.

You balled up the paper. “Oh you think you run my life now? Where the hell he get the nerve even coming up to my front door. He don’t know me, but he will!” You cursed out the air, practicing what you plan to say to him next time you see him and plotting your next moves.

A few hours later, morning broke and so did your peace. A loud banging at your door makes your heart race from surprise. You prayed silently that it’s no police as you bounded toward your door and look through the peephole.

You jumped back just as fast when you recognize the face, snatching your bonnet off and fingering your curls loose to be more presentable. You scuttled over to a nearby mirror to check that your shirt had no stains, and shorts no holes. All looked clear but you didn’t want to open the door in loosely fitted mickey mouse pajama bottoms, changing fast into some boy shorts.

After a quick change, you finally answered the door, to be greeted by his broad back. He wore a tank top today, mauve pink of all colors, giving a full show to the power he packed in his arms. Plus his hair was out of its man bun, showing off its waves, looking so touchable. His jeans and boots looked like the same ones from the last time you saw him. You chuckle to yourself over his laziness.

He turned to you like a shampoo commercial with his hands on his hips. “You put your crap on my bike?”

You crossed your arms and leaned on your frame, shrugging. “No idea what you’re talking about.

He pulls a cardboard box from beside him with empty water bottles and old cereal boxes.

“You think it’s funny, playing crap Jenga on my property?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not crap, it’s reusable, remember? Look, I got your note about recycling. I just wanted to let you know I am way ahead of you. My contributions are better than that gas you spew in the air from your bike.”

“Single use plastics are one of the biggest contributors to the destruction of earth’s ecosystems. Why the hell would you waste money on them anyway? Get a filter and a steel bottle-”

“Please! Can you stop telling me what to do like I ain’t grown! I know how sustainability works, that’s why I’m re-cy-cling! Now if that’s suddenly a bad to do, I’ll Google that, but you ain’t God here.”

His stare read threatening to you, but you weren’t afraid of him trying you. He seemed to be the type to not be challenged often and you yourself loved a challenge. Multitasking the stare down, you memorize his facial features from his shaggy facial hair to the break in his eyebrow from an old scar.

You work your neck for emphasis. “Are we done here?”

He scoffs, kicking the box toward you before strolling off. “Stop using single use plastics.”

“Ok, George of the Jungle!” You taunt, sending him off with a wave. Closing your door, you laugh out loud, giving a fist pump to the air. You won this round whether he acknowledges it or not. Plus you never heard that engine all day afterwards, catching up on your rest.

A couple weekends passed and one hungry morning you realize you’re low on food to eat. You can’t chill on an empty stomach so you get your stuff to head out to your car.

The sky was cloudy that day, making you yawn involuntarily as you start your engine. It sputters, trying to turn over, but won’t kick off. You tried this four or five more times before you sit back, punching your steering wheel. Of all days for this to happen, today ain’t it.

Suddenly the roar of a motorbike distracted you in the distance and a horrible thought passes your brain. Jason knew his way around a motorbike, so a car shouldn’t be too different, right?

You get out the car and stomp towards the other end of the parking lot where you see you neighbor mounting his motorbike.

“Hey! Hey!” You yelled out, waving him down. He saw and you notice his shoulders jump a little as a smile crawls across his face. You weren’t expecting that reaction.

“I’m gonna be outta your hair, I got my girl fixed up and I’m taking her for a spin. Continue to catch your beauty sleep, doll,” he says sarcastically.

You look at his bike and gave the tire a kick. "I'm not worried about that. Glad you got it up and running."

Jason turned off the engine and scratched his beard, coming to a standing. "What’s going on?"

You shrug, making Jason laugh hard.

"Now I really know something is up. This is the first time you are speechless AND the last thing you said was nice? What did you do?"

You tried to fight your attitude because you still needed to ask if he could help you.

"I mean, I still think the bike looks rusty and dusty. Can’t tell it from some junkyard scrap but hey, there’s a pulse!"

Jason pointed at you, clicking his tongue. "And a good morning to you as well." He kicks on his motor again and begins to move.

"Wait wait!" You shouted.

He turns the bike off again. "Sweetheart, I got little patience."

You groan. "My car won't start. I was hoping you could give it a look."

“DO I look like a mechanic?” he asks, leaning forward on his bike.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “You literally work on this bike all the time! No one is doing that shit without some experience!”

“A motorcycle is not a car, ma’am,” he said. “Apples and oranges. Hell, their practically fishes and trees!”

“Do you really wanna insult my intelligence?”

Jason held his hands up in the air. “I don’t have to do anything when it comes to you. You come with drama and mess in tow, and I’m tired of hearing it, if we’re being honest.” He got up from his bike, heading in the opposite direction on you.

A raindrop on your face snapped you back to reality and by the time you looked up the clouds opened up their floodgates.

You covered your head. “Dammit! Jason!”

You ran after him as he continued to stomp on to his place. “There’s a thing called humility and being a good neighbor and something tells me you haven’t learned that before.” He stops in the middle of his yard whipping around to face you. His hair soaked in rain yet maintaining its wave intrigued you. Most people look like a sad dog in the rain, but the wetness amplified his stoic appeal.

“You’re spoiled,” he says, rain falling off his lips as he enunciated.

“I need help! That’s all I’m asking!”

“You don’t ask! You demand! You demand I be quiet and play childish games when people call you out.” His voice became more aggressive with demonstrative movement to emphasize his words.

You clasped your hands together. “Oh! Well it looks like you’re just used to doing shit YOUR way, and no one had the BALLS to step to you. Well I am, so what?”

You step right under his nose, rain from his body drops in your face. He looked down at you amused.

“You better run along before you do something you can’t take back,” he warns.

“I don’t have regrets, just learned lessons. So what you got?”

“What I got?”

“Yeah, what-”

His lips crashed into yours with momentum and strength. His hands gripped your arms a little too tightly, making your hands splay in a shocked manner, unable to move. His force mixed with the weather conditions made it hard to breathe and your will to do so causes you to push him back with as much strength as you can.

“What the FUCK WAS THAT?!” You scream, wiping your mouth to no avail.

He stands there frozen, breathing hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Like hell you don’t! This the shit I’m saying!” You gawk at him, seeing his shirt cling to his body as the rain weighs down the fabric. Jason whipped his hair back unapologetically.

“I told you. You’re spoiled. I don’t kiss your ass, so you’re mad.”

“I don’t remember asking you to kiss me at all, did I?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t ask you to get in my face and threaten me, yet here we are. Go dry off,” he says, taking himself back to his place and leaving you in the rain.

Later that night, you’re in the midst of finishing up twisting your hair for the night when you hear the familiar sound of an engine blaring.

You check the time, 12:35 AM. You’re instantly fuming, twirling a mad finger around your last twist end and putting on your robe.

Stomping outside, you see him clear as day, outlined by the parking lot lights. Jason sits on his bike revving it over and over as you walked closer and closer. You get about 30 feet away from him when he turns the bike off.

“You fucking get on my damn nerves. I’m sick of this!” You shout at him.

He got off his bike, standing with his hands in his pockets. Soon as you were within arms length, you raise your hand and bring it to the back of his neck, pulling him into you. You were ready this time, opening up to take hi essence in with your own. Your fingers clutch the roots of his hair, pulling yourself up to him as much as possible until he helped you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he doesn’t miss a beat in your mouth as he lifts you to his level and you wrap your arms around his neck. You bit his lips, groaning into his mouth excitedly.

“I told you, I step up if you try me.” you say.

He licks his wounded lips, eyes heavy with anguish. “And I can take a hit, if necessary.”

You both stumble back to your place, fighting to feel each other’s skin quicker than you could get undressed. You let your robe fall off at the door.

Your scratch at the bottom of Jason’s shirt, pulling it up as he surrenders his arms to your tugs, shaking his hair loose once you’ve freed him.

He pulled your hair back roughly, exposing your neck to his tongue grazing the pulse point of your neck. Your nails dig into his hips as you fight the ticklish sensation, making him groan.

“Watch those claws, kitty,” he warns, taking liberties with your body. The palms of his hands feel rough against your stomach when he traces your curves up to your breasts. You breathe erratically, feeling the warm arousal build as your nipples greet his fingertips, but you pushed him back roughly. As he stumbles, he looks at you defensively.

“Am I moving too fast?” He asks as his chest rises and falls heavily. You take your shirt off, standing in just your underwear. He starts to unbutton his pants…

“Stop! Don’t.” You command.

He freezes in mid zipper pull, looking frustrated. “Look if this ain’t happening, just-”

“Did I say nothing is happening? I told you to stop. And it would be good if you just listened, for once,” you say, dropping your voice lower and quieter. You walked up to him, moving his hand aside, pushing him against the wall.

“You find me attractive, right?” You ask as your fingers find his zipper and pull it the rest of the way down.

He keeps his poker face as you stare him down. “I do. You’re very sexy.”

As he admits this, your palm slides down his stomach and under his waistband. Under your touch you feel him grow, making your heart skip.

“Not sexy enough. You still got some growing up to do I see,” you reply as you pull his bottoms down, letting his dick recoil from its boundaries.

Jason exhales sharply, bracing his back against the wall. “You don’t have to.”

You settle down to your knees, observing the specimen before you, gripping his shaft as you look up at him. “You don’t want me to?”

His hair framing his face, he pulls it back taking a deep breath. “You got my dick in your hands, and you think I’m backing down now?”

“Then tell me what you want me to do…” You say quietly, biting your lip as you watch him while stroking him, blowing slowly along his length, lips puckered and tempting.

He reached for the top of your head gently massaging your scalp. “I want that big mouth to show me what it can do.”

You smirk, letting your tongue flutter around his tip, warming him up. You feel his scalp massage slow as your lips softly kiss his member. His head falls backward as you open your mouth wider, swallowing his girth deeper. You look up at him, massaging his balls.

“Oh God, you’re amazing. Your mouth so soft,” he moans, looking down at you, jutting his hips towards your face minutely.

You allow your throat to open a bit more, taking hold of his thighs as he pushes himself into your mouth deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Just look at you.” He pulls out of you, bending down to take you in for a kiss. He tastes himself within your mouth, fully devouring your mouth in a kiss. You hold his hands against your face as he embraces you, feeling overwhelmed with passion.

“Fuck me, now.” You growl into his face, getting up. He pushes you against the wall he once stood, pulling your underwear down to your ankles, you steady your hands on his wide shoulders.

He stands up looking you deep into your eyes as you reach for his dick, coaxing him to move on, but he grabs your wrists, setting them on his shoulders.

“You’re too impatient,” He says, running his finger across your cheek, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You exhale. “Damn right I am. The one thing we can get along about, you’re trying to postpone.”

He chuckles, feeling between your thighs. “You’re this wet for me? You like me more than I thought.”

You roll your eyes, closing them when his fingers fit so easily inside of you, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Maybe I just like the sex. Thought of that?”

He shrugs. “Let’s see what fits and talk later. Your pink looks real good.”

He grips his hands under you, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist in one movement.

As he holds you, you feel for his dick, helping to guide his tip to your entrance.

“Teamwork, right?” You gasp as he spreads you wider, pushing himself inside of you. You exclaim, gripping the back of his neck for dear life.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, keep going. I want more.”

He obeys, pushing further inside your walls.

“That’s it baby, deeper.” You encourage him, you tighten up around him as your body relaxes to the new sensation.

Jason’s hands travel around your back, holding you close as works his length into you, working his hips like it’s his job.

“Ah, your pussy is so good baby.” Jason moans in your ears.

“This pussy is good to you cuz that dick. Give it to me, harder.”

Jason rams his length inside you, holding still as you writhe, repeating the action over and over.

“Yes, oh yes,” you cry out, feeling tears reach the corners of your eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure creep and spread throughout your body.

Jason pounds your deeper, harder as you cry out, digging into his back, he pulls your mouth to his, kissing you passionately.

“You take me so well. I knew you were tough. Keep cumming, I want all of you on me,” he says. You cover his mouth.

“Shut up, or I won’t stop,” you feel your body buckle under the pressure. It became too much.

Jason opens his mouth, sucking two of your fingers as his pace quickens.

“I’m close baby, hang on.” Jason cautions, gripping your breasts and he rests into the crook of your neck, giving all of himself into you.

His hand moves between your breasts, tracing your sweat with his lips. He grunts with a guttural tone, “Looks good.”

“Pull…” you say weakly between breaths, barely able to think straight. Your body feels like it’s floating away from you as you hit another orgasm before you feel yourself go empty. You look down to see Jason jacking against your stomach, strips of white paint your belly as he howls in euphoria.

You notice your heartbeat for the first time, pounding in your chest but you felt no stress. Your mind is hazy as Jason talks but you can’t fully register what he’s saying. He holds your face, looking concerned as he picks you up to take you to his bedroom lying you down.

You feel a towel on your stomach as you lay on your back, completely checked out of your surroundings.

“Sure, you can spend the night, no problem.” Jason says half-jokingly as he crawls to the other side of the bed, pulling a blanket over the both of you. You feel his hands in your hair, gentle massaging your curls as your eyes close.

The next morning, you wake with a fright, feeling this arm laid across your waist like a boa constrictor. A snore behind your head makes you nearly jump out of bed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” a gruff sounding Jason stretches, kissing your shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa. Don’t do that,” you say, sitting up and covering yourself in your section of the blanket.

Jason tousles his hair, moving closer to you. “Oh no? I can’t initiate this time?”

You push his face back. “You can’t initiate ever! This isn’t a back to back thing, so don’t think you got rights to me. Where are my clothes?”

You see your drawers, robe and shirt by the front door. “Can you close your eyes as I get my stuff?”

Jason lays back with his hands behind his head. “Take the blanket. I don’t mind my body being out.”

You make a face. “Ew, just close your eyes and turn your head.” Jason covers his face like he’s getting ready to play Tag.

You gather your panties, slipping them on.

“You don’t have to run off so fast, we were just getting to know each other better.” JAson says behind his hands.

You talk through your shirt. “Bullshit. Don’t make this bigger than it is.”

Jason drops his hands. “So there’s nothing to discuss?”

You shrug your robe on, running your fingers over your twists that are now sexed over and slept on as best you could. “I’ve already forgotten what we are talking about.”

He nods. “Well I am glad you got function back to your legs.” He smiles widely.

You groan. “Happens all the time, you aren’t special. And take your trash out, smells like shit in here.”

“That’s just sex in the air, sweetheart.” Jason waves you goodbye as you flip him off, walking out the door. When you reach your place, you take a deep breath, feeling the aftermath of last night coursing through your body still. You felt positively sore, like after a good workout. It replays in your head over and over; his hands on your body, his deep kisses, his taste. You shake your head, trying to free your mind. No way is he taking up any space in your memory. It’s over and done. You take the morning to shower off, somewhat thoughtfully.

The next day you got ready for work, feeling better than you had in a while. Dick was not the reason, so you thought. You felt all around more positive until your peace became disturbed.

“No, no, no, NO!” You yell out. “It’s not even the fucking weekend!”

You pick up your purse, looking for your keys. You curse yourself for keeping car keys and house keys separate until you remember you are without a working vehicle.

“FUCK!” You didn’t want to see, you wouldn’t. You’ll text your job and tell them what’s up and call a car. Problem solved.

You get out of your place, locking the door and notice the hood of your car up and Jason sitting in the front seat.

He turns off the engine, closing the hood, leaning on the car as he looked at you. “Turns out I know cars after all.”

“Am I supposed to say thank you? For stealing my keys?” you say with a sour disposition.

He tosses the keys in the air, catching them. “You left them at my place. I thought it was an invitation.”

“None of it was an invitation. Give them to me.” You walk up to him with your hand out like a three year old. When he drops them in your hand, he doesn’t let go.

“Say….”

You tighten your lips for what felt like an eternity until you say, “Thanks!”

He lets go with a smile and walks away. “I swear I was gonna do it regardless, but you had to initiate so…”

“You kissed me first!” you shout a little too loudly for a neighborhood.

He looks back winking at you. “And don’t throw something away that’s reusable.”

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That was June and now it’s October

I know it's been a minute since you walked right through that door But I still think about you all the time

It had been months since Merlin had seen Arthur, three to be exact but that didn’t stop him from thinking about him almost constantly. They had gone from best friends to lovers then to not speaking at all and Merlin wasn’t sure what had caused it.

The last time he seen Arthur he had been joking about Merlin managing to be late to his own funeral (or party as it were), shouting goodbye before stopping to kiss Merlin breathless and wink. After that Merlin had continued on with his day eventually being late through no fault of his own.

He was greeted by Gwaine first, hugging him, pushing a beer into his hand and toasting him before he looked around at his friends. Pausing slightly he huffed and muttered the word prat under his breath.

“He had a cheek to tell me I would be late and he’s not here yet, you send him to pick up more booze before he got here?”

If Merlin hadn’t been watching closely he wouldn’t have seen the wince Gwaine tried to hide from or the frantic look he shot at Leon. He tried to fight the realisation that was dawning on him, he mimicked Gwaine and looked at Leon with a pleading look.

“Sorry, mate he’s not here yet but I’m sure that somethings just stopped him momentarily. He’ll be here soon, don’t worry the boy’s arse over tits for you, he wouldn’t miss this. Knowing him, he’s probably worrying about your gift.”

Nodding Merlin tried to let Leon’s words have the effect they were intended to have, he managed a weak smile before downing his beer and going to greet the rest of his friends. He tried to put it to the back of his mind but by the time he had spoken to everyone and had had a couple of more beers an hour had past. He snuck into Gwaine’s room to clear his head from the music that was flooding the flat. Pulling his phone out of the tight jeans he had put on after remembering the reaction they had got from Arthur he decided to text him.

“Hey, are you going to be long? I think Gwaine was mentioning shots and some club in Soho he’s been to? Love you xxx”

Merlin’s phone told him it was sent but not delivered, shaking he hit the call button and pulled the phone towards his ear. It rang once before he heard the message, he hung up and tried again and again when it happened. Trying to keep himself calm, he poked his head out the door and seen Lance before dragging him into the room. He quickly put his finger to his mouth when Lance went to make a noise.

“Shh, do you have your phone on you? Mine doesn’t seem to be working and I’m trying to get Arthur.” Merlin was starting to regret being talked into pre gaming before he came.

Lance pulled his phone out and quickly dialed Arthur, waiting for him to answer he looked at Merlin who was starting to look a little worse for wear.

“Arthur! Where are you? Did you forget that we decided on Gwaine and Leon’s place?... Huh? That’s not funny Arthur, where are you?... You’re boyfriends already had a little too much and is missing you, you better get here soon... What?... Arthur, what are you talking about?... Arthur I don’t know what you’re playing at but if you want to say that to him, you can tell him yourself! … You’re going to regret this in the morning Arthur and when you do I’ll not be helping you”.

Merlin listened getting more and more despondent as the call went on, by the time Lance hung up he was in tears. He must’ve been too loud as the door opened to reveal Percy who took one look at Merlin crying on Gwaine’s bed and Lance standing there and let out what could only be described as a growl.

“What happened?”

Lance sat beside Merlin tucking him into his neck and haltingly went through his phone call with Arthur. By the end of the explanation Percy looked like he wanted to kill someone, he walked out muttering and then came back with Gwaine, Leon and Elyan. Gwaine took Merlin from Lance’s arms and folded Merlin into him, gently shushing him. Merlin calmed as he felt his friends arms come around him, he looked up at them and with his breath hitching between words asked.

“Why? Why would he do this? Why tonight? I just saw him earlier and everything was fine! He told me he loved me Gwaine! Why isn’t he here?”

Gwaine pulled him closer, cursing Arthur in his head as he was sure the others were as well.

“I don’t know darling, I don’t. I know he’ll end up regretting this, Leon was right earlier when he said Arthur was arse over tits for you so I can’t believe he’d want to cause you pain. We’ll get this sorted in the morning but for now I think we’d best go and call this party off.” He said the last line looking at Leon and Percy who silently slipped out of the room to go arrange it after taking the key Gwaine handed them.

Merlin didn’t remember the rest of the night, buried in his friends’ embrace he sobbed out his confusion and anger over how Arthur seemed to turn so callus toward him in only a few hours apart. He woke up tangled in the limbs of his friends, his head and heart aching and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to look his friends in the eyes this morning. Slowly he extracted himself from the tangle and on wobbly legs left the flat to go home and hopefully find his boyfriend was there with an explanation. Instead when he got back to his flat it was to a box overflowing with things he knew he had left at Arthurs. Fighting the urge to continue his sobbing from last night he pulled out his phone and sent a photo of the box to Gwaine before picking up the box and entering his flat, the sobs starting before the door was fully closed.

It's been me, myself and why did you go, did you go? Oh

Arthur completely ghosted him. Merlin found out the reason he couldn’t call him was because Arthur had blocked him on everything. He tried for the first two weeks to contact him to figure out what had changed and talk about it but by the end of the first week he realised it was probably pointless. He continued for another week, their friends also still trying to get the reason for this sudden change out of Arthur with no success. The only reason Merlin stopped was because as he came out of the tube station on his way home he saw Uther waiting by a car. He would have kept walking if not for Uther calling out to him.

“Merlin! You will stop this, do you hear me? You have put Arthur through enough without trying to contact him every which way every half an hour. If you don’t stop I’ll have to take action”

He was stunned, his jaw dropped open as he stared at the older man.

“He’s been through enough?! I got dumped by him without even so much as a word let alone an explanation! Excuse me for trying to figure out why he told me he loved me and then decided that I wasn’t even worth a phone call or text to tell me that he wanted to break up! Fuck you Uther! How dare you appear as some high and mighty saviour for the son you didn’t support when he came out! I know you blamed me for that but to rub salt in the wound like this? I thought better of you, you can tell Arthur I’ll stop contacting him. Clearly when we said we loved each other, I was the only one that meant it”.

With that he shouldered past Uther, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other commuters who stopped to watch him and Uther shout at each other. He done what he had done for the past two weeks, tried to hold himself together in public before crying to Gwaine. (Gwaine just as furious at Uther and knowing Arthur wouldn’t answer his call messaged into the group chat with Arthur ranting about pompous pricks who get their daddy’s to threaten ex’s with restraining orders. Arthur as it would turn out didn’t know Uther went to see Merlin, let alone threaten him.)

I still watch the shows you showed me, I still drink that wine. But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet

Slowly Merlin stopped having to try to hold it together in public, stopped crying to Gwaine and stopped crying what felt like every night. It had been a month since his run in with Uther and Merlin’s heart felt like it was glass that had been glued back together. He and his friends were waiting on something else to go wrong.

He had been on autopilot since this morning, stumbling out of bed almost but not quiet late and barely remembered to stop in at the shop before getting home. He quickly put together dinner absentmindedly pouring himself a glass from the bottle of wine he had picked up. It wasn’t until he pressed play on his TV remote and looked down at his dinner he realised that he had made Alfredo pasta which was Arthur’s favourite or that he had put on The Good Place which Arthur had shown him. He quickly paused the TV again and put his plate on the table to take a drink of his wine. He winced as the sharpness of it hit his tongue, moving back through to the kitchen to see what one he had chosen he stumbled when he seen it. It was a wine Arthur had given him when they first started dating to expand his palate. He took a breath when there was a knock on the door, walking to it without putting down the bottle of wine. Lance was waiting on the other side and took one look at Merlin who was two seconds away from crying, the TV still paused on The Good Place and the bottle of wine in his hand and gathered him into his arms muttering a quiet fuck into Merlin’s hair.

I miss those nights when you would come over, spent all night just tryna get closer

Merlin never really got over the feeling that when Arthur left him he took part of Merlin with him. When he woke up still half asleep he would roll over still expecting Arthur to be there, in the middle of the day when his phone would ring with a text he would forget and think it was Arthur. When he was cooking dinner he would sing along listening with half an ear for a chuckle and his name said in the way only Arthur could. When he would fall asleep on the couch and his eyes would flutter awake at a sound, expecting Arthur to be crouched down in front of him ready to drag him to what was their bed.

Mostly though, Merlin just missed having Arthur in his flat. His flat felt darker and quieter without him like he had taken all the life with him. It felt lonely without him even though when he had been in Merlin’s flat he didn’t take up much space regardless of if he was sprawled over the couch or sat on the counter in the kitchen while Merlin cooked. He didn’t realise how often Arthur was in his flat until he suddenly stopped coming over. His flat didn’t feel like his anymore, after all the time they had spent in it together it felt like theirs and Merlin didn’t know how to not think of it as that.

Merlin remembers when they were on the border of friends and lovers and Arthur would come over almost every other night with a flimsy excuse for why. They would start at a reasonable distance apart on the couch if Arthur had brought take away or in the kitchen if Merlin was cooking for them. Inevitably though they would slowly fall into each other as naturally as they were breathing. Merlin would blink and suddenly Arthur’s chin was on his shoulder looking at the food as Merlin cooked or they would be pressed together from shoulder to hip on the couch with Merlin’s head almost leaning on him. Merlin had worried that he was reading into things to start with but then Arthur’s arms would come round him in the kitchen before swaying them to the radio. Or Arthur would subtly manoeuvre them so he was pressed against the back of the couch and was spooning Merlin while they watched a film. When they finally got together they somehow got closer and yet they never stopped trying to get closer. Merlin thinks he’ll always remember the feeling of Arthur holding Merlin against him as if he was trying to make space in his chest so Merlin could live there forever. Merlin doesn’t know if he’ll ever feel Arthur’s arms around him again or the warmth of his gaze and that uncertainty was both the worst and best thing about this situation.

So sorry if I say some things I mean

Gwaine had messaged him after work asking him to meet him and the rest of the group at The Whip (& Fiddle) for a drink. When he got there he went straight to the bar and ordered a vodka and cola and a round of tequila for everyone. Putting the tray on the table as he slid in the booth he noticed a half drunk pint opposite him. He didn’t have a chance to question it before everyone grabbed their shot and toasted him.

He realised why they had tried to distract him a moment later when a recognisable head of blonde hair walked out of the mens room. Quickly grabbing Gwaine’s arm in a bruising grip without moving his eyes from Arthur he let out a breathy version of Gwaine’s name to get his attention.

“Ahh, I thought we’d have more time” Gwaine muttered as he tried to peal Merlin’s hand off of his arm.

“What do you mean more time? Did you plan this? Gwaine why would you do this? I need to go!” Merlin got higher pitched as the sentence went on, realising that he was going to see Arthur for the first time in three months if he didn’t leave and soon. He didn’t think his heart could handle speaking to Arthur again after so long, it was trying to beat out of his chest to try and save itself from what Arthur may say to him. He tried to get out of the booth to flee only to find Gwaine had grabbed a hold of his collar uttering a firm no.

Arthur slid into the booth, finally looking up from his phone only to find he was staring into Merlin’s eyes which were wide with shock. Looking away he searched his friends faces which showed no signs of the same shock meaning they had planned this. Grabbing his pint he downed it, before glaring at them and attempting to leave the booth. Much like Merlin had he found his collar being pulled back and then Percy’s hand landed on his shoulder to stop any further attempts at leaving.

Merlin stared at Arthur wide eyed trying to soak up the sight of him, the months between when he had seen him last only serving to dull the memories to try and protect his heart. He felt like this was a mirage and if he moved wrong it would disappear and leave him alone with his still mending heart. He stayed like that until he heard a snort come from Arthur.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he heard in a scathing tone Arthur had never taken with him before.

“Well excuse me for staring at the person who told me he loved me in the morning and then walked out not to be seen or heard for in months! Arthur you didn’t even tell me you wanted to break up with me after almost a year of dating! You just left without a word! I’ve been driving myself mad trying to figure out what happened.” Merlin replied red creeping up his cheeks as he worked himself up.

That earned him another snort.

“Trying to figure it out? Come on Merlin, it couldn’t have been that hard to work out or did you not want to admit it? Where is your other boyfriend anyway?” Arthur’s tone turned mocking and scornful in turns.

The rest of the group looked at each other with confused looks on their faces and then to Arthur as if he had grown another head.

“Other boyfriend? What other boyfriend Arthur? I haven’t been with anyone other than you in the last year and a half! I haven’t so much as looked at another man like that since you started flirting with me!” Merlin was trying not to shout because he didn’t want the whole pub to hear their domestic.

“You don’t have to lie Merlin, I saw you with him that day! Why would I stay with you while you made a fool of me? Especially when it was right outside my work!” Arthurs voice had started to raise and was catching the attention of the other people in the pub.

Merlin’s eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to work out what Arthur was talking about, he hadn’t been near Arthur’s work had he? Merlin face went through a couple of different emotions as he realised what happen before settling on anger.

“You prat! You absolute idiot! You’re talking about me being outside the train station aren’t you? Where I had my legs around a guy?” He paused, waiting for Arthur to nod which he did with a smug look on his face. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME ARTHUR? YOU COULDN’T HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT IT?! I WAS MEETING WILL, YOU KNOW THE BEST FRIEND I HADN’T SEEN IN SIX MONTHS? FOR FUCK SAKE, YOU GHOSTED ME ON MY BIRTHDAY BECAUSE YOU SEEN ME RUN UP AND HUG MY BEST FRIEND WHO WANTED TO SURPRISE ME BY COMING TO THE PARTY?”

Merlin wasn’t sure how to feel after that revelation apart from the anger he had responded with which was slowly dying away into a hollow feeling. He had spent three months grieving their relationship and wondering why and it had all been because Arthur seen him hug Will and didn’t bother to ask? Shaking he stood up from the booth, flung the rest of his drink at Arthur and walked out without a word.

Arthur’s face fell as he realised what had happened, scrabbling out of the booth shouting for Merlin to wait. He was stopped when one of the men at the bar moved and put his hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving. He shook the short mans hand off with a glare only to find himself stopped once again. The second man who stopped him was the same height if not taller than Percy, with dark skin, a shaved head and a beard with a goatee. His arm when he moved it to stop Arthur looked to be the size of Arthurs thigh, his grip and gaze were both steady on him and when he spoke he had an American accent.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, best case you catch up to him and he swings for you. Hell, with what he just shouted I think half this place wants to swing at you.” He paused to look over at the booth Arthur left where his friends were watching in interest but making no move to step in. “Your friends there don’t look like they would help you if that happened, they might even take a swing themselves. I think the best thing for you to do would be to go home and wait for him to contact you when and if he wants to.”

Reluctantly Arthur nodded, he turned back to the booth that held his friends and walked up to them. He didn’t know what to say to them so instead when he got to Gwaine he reached into Gwaine’s pocket grabbed an open packet of cigarettes. He put a twenty pound note on the table in front of Gwaine and walked out. He was half out the door when he heard Gwaine’s voice call out.

“That bastard! There was forty pounds worth in there! It was supposed to last me the weekend cos he’s not got more” This was quickly followed by a mix of groans and laughs.

“It’s fine Gwaine, I’ll text Robert and we can grab it on the way back to mine” Percy said before finishing his pint and standing up. “And yes Elyan we can order food to mine before you ask.” He started to walk to the door the others following, he paused as he passed the man who had spoken to Arthur and clasped his shoulder. “Thanks mate, he needed to hear that from an outsider. You weren’t wrong when you said we might swing for him, it’s been a long couple of months trying to figure out what happened”

The man chucked before responding “It’s fine, sometimes it takes that for someone to realise what they’ve done wrong. I’m sure they’ll work it out eventually, I had a couple friends who had a misunderstanding like that.” At Percy’s raised eyebrows he continued “Not exactly like that but they got over it, they got married last year.”

“From your lips mate” Gwaine interrupted and took a hold of Percy’s hand continuing the journey out of the pub.

Fuck, come hold me

It took six weeks and a few times where they would try to call or meet up and Merlin would have to call it off as the same rage from the pub would appear before they were able to meet up without it ending in shouting or tears from one or both of them. Other times it would be Arthur who couldn’t go through with it, his emotions and guilt swirling into a hurricane as soon as he heard Merlin. Once they were able to talk without that they were able to talk about what had happened and Arthur was able to talk about his insecurities and how they had fed into the problem.

Arthur had been hiding his insecurities and anxieties from Merlin, thinking he could handle them himself and they would go away. While Uther had come to respect their relationship and Merlin the cutting comments had already taken seed. Uther had made it clear when Arthur told him that he had started to date Merlin that he thought Arthur was experimenting and that the relationship wouldn’t last. This along with comments from one of the new employees at work had Arthur convinced that Merlin wouldn’t want to be with him for much longer. They thought because Merlin was gay and Arthur was bi that they wouldn’t work out because Merlin wouldn’t stay with someone who “couldn’t commit to a sexuality”.

By the time Merlin’s birthday happened Arthur was torn between trying to savour any moments he had with Merlin and being afraid it would end at any moment. When Cenred had pointed out that Merlin had his legs around another man he was convinced that their relationship was doomed. He spoke to Merlin about it, who wanted him to speak to a professional about it. Once he spoke to a therapist about it he also told his work who didn’t realise the comments that Cenred had been making.

Merlin and Arthur weren’t back together and things weren’t perfect but it was a start and Arthur was happy to start the journey again with Merlin by his side.

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dontworrysunflower · 5 years

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Taste | Shawn Mendes

(Not my gif)

Anonymous requested: Can I request some fuckin dom!shawn bc this video has got me fucked UP

A/N: anon, me too, the fuck.

Warnings: dom!shawn, smut (obvi), language, also no offense to people named Gavin (you’ll see why). Internal angst? (Does that make sense? No.) Friends with benefits trope.

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

You unflatteringly bit your fingernails as you leaned over the counter, moving your glass around, watching the dark colored wine swish around.

Out of all the laughing and the loud music, his laugh was the most prominent noise of the night, for you that is.

And he fucking had these skinny bitches tied at the hip to him, his buff arms wrapped around them like the past few months haven’t meant anything to him.

Not that they meant much to you. Pfft, what?

It was truly a mistake. He had asked you to come over, saying it was just one of those days for him. And being the lovesick person you were, you dropped everything you were doing to make your best friend feel better. (The best friend you were secretly in love with. Okay, not much of a secret ‘cause like, everyone knows but him.)

You had arrived with a box of pizza from his favorite pizza parlor, not thinking much of it. Just one friend caring for the other because it’s what you signed up for. Having a best friend who’s always in the public eye comes with the late night calls and tear stained shirts. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You had shut the door behind you, barely getting any words out before he leaped onto you, his soft, luscious (don’t judge), pink lips crashed onto yours.

What pizza?

His lips were everywhere, sucking and biting and kissing every inch of skin you were exposing as your shirt came off.

Then his shirt. (Other things too.)

And you weren’t going to complain.

This was something you wanted for so long, you tragically admitted to yourself as he picked you up with ease and laid you on his bed.

He had loved on you all night. Like, all night. He’s got some stamina. You swore it would just be that one time, and that you’d just forget about it. You both agreed to that. (You silently disagreed.)

That was five month ago.

In those five months, all the times you’d go over his house or he’d come to you, it ended with both of you panting, naked under the sheets. And again, you weren’t complaining.

It was the closest you got to be with Shawn in any other way. Friends who occasionally fucked, and sadly that’s all he saw it as. He was able to taste you whenever he wanted, no complaints from you.

But now here you were. All alone in the kitchen of his apartment at his party, watching from afar as he practically eye fucked the two girls by him. You slightly smirked at the fact that many people were sitting on the couch that you fucked Shawn on. (And oh, what a good fuck that was.)

You tried not to let it bother you, the Shawn thing not the couch thing. As you two messed around these past couple of months, your feelings for him only grew as he ate you out, thrusted in and out of you in a rapid pace, the cuddles and giggles you shared after consuming your everyday thought process.

You chugged down the bitter wine and reached over to refill your glass, filling it almost to the brim.

“Tryna get wasted are we?” A deep, sultry voice whispered behind you.

You put down the now empty bottle and turned around to be met with a nice looking guy. But not like, Shawn. No, nothing like the god like body of your best friend. God, now your comparing other guys to him.

And that made you really want to stop all of the fooling around. Because you knew you were heading deeper into heartbreak as Shawn went deeper into you. You would never be able to go on another date because all you ever think about is Shawn how no one could ever live up to how Shawn makes you feel. Down there and in your heart.

You sound so pathetic.

You blink and clear your throat, looking up at the guys hazel eyes. Shawn has hazel eyes too. “Uh, yeah. Got nothing to lose so,” you tipped your glass in the air, taking long big gulps at the liquid.

He chuckles and wait for you to place down your glass before reaching his hand out in between you. “I’m Gavin.”

Gavin? What kind of name is that? You look over his shoulder to see Shawn already peering at you, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. He moves his arms away from the girls, rubbing his hands together above his lap. It’s getting to him, good.

“Hi Gavin,” You take his hand, giving him a firm shake. “I’m (y/n).” You smile up at him.

•••

After a while, you and Gavin got to talking. Oh, how boring he was. He went on and on about his country life (shocker? Not really). You gave him occasional hums and nods, pretending to be listening, but all you really noticed was the tall curly haired guy, making sure he stayed in your line of vision.

Gavin was talking about why he dropped out of college when you see Shawn’s lanky figure walking towards you from the corner of your eye.

“Can I borrow (y/n) for a sec?” Shawn interrupted Gavin, standing above you.

Gavin gave him a look, but nodded you off anyway, going to other girls to bore them with his stories.

Shawn pulled you by your wrist, dragging you behind him as he shut the door of his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He growled at you.

You yanked your wrist from his hold and crossed your arms over your chest, turning your back to him. “What was what?” You asked sarcastically.

“Don’t start with this bullshit (y/n). You know that we’re-”

You spin around, glaring at him. “That we’re what? Fucking! So does that mean I’m not allowed to talk to other guys? You have no right to be scaring them off. You don’t fucking own me.”

There’s a flash of guilt on his perfect face, and you almost want to apologize for yelling at him.

But you don’t. Instead, you walk out and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

Try to.

•••

Shawn was at the doorway, telling everyone his last goodbyes. You, still being the good friend you are (again, still in love with him), you were in the kitchen, throwing away paper plates and red solo cups into a large trash bag.

You hear the door click, and your heart starts to beat faster because you just know how this will end up. Either you in tears or you under him. Maybe both.

You go to reach for other plates, but the trash bag is yanked from your hand and you’re pushed into the counter, Shawn’s hungry eyes roaming your body.

“Shawn what are you-”

“That guy will never be able to fuck you like I do. Wanna know why?” He snarled, his hand moving under your dress.

All you can do is pant, your chest moving up and down as his fingers grazed your nub over your underwear.

“‘Cause I do fucking own this pussy,” his finger moves the underwear out of the way and curls up into you. You bite your lip and let out a moan. Shawn’s other hand grabs yours and places it right above his hard on over his jeans, your fingers immediately kneeding into it. “And you fucking own this cock.”

Was that his way of making it official?

But you barely have time to ask or to even think about it before he adds another finger, rutting them up into you in an unforgiving pace. Shawn swallowed your moans as his lips moved against yours, your hand lightly massaging him over the rough fabric of his pants.

He groans into your mouth when you pull down the zipper, digging into his Calvin Klein briefs, stroking his hard member.

You felt the familiar tug tightening in your lower stomach, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers moving in and out of you bringing you closer to the edge, his tounge fighting yours was enough to actually push you.

You detach you lips from his in a rigid breath, your other hand going up to place it on his neck. “Shawn, I’m-I’m cumming.” You gapsed into his mouth, lips grazing.

“Cum all over my fingers, princess.” He whispered before biting on your earlobe.

You braced your hands on his broad shoulders as you lost feeling in your legs, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you whispered out some profanities along with his name as he wiggles his fingers in you.

“You looks so pretty when you cum all over my fingers,” You whimper when he slowly pulls his digits out of you, his long fingers coved in your sheen clear liquid. You watch him intently as he sucks on his fingers, his eyes wandering your face as you lips slightly parted, watching him lick up your juices. “now I want you to come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?” He huffs out, his fingers hooking at the bottom of your dress, pulling it over your head.

He sighs as the view of your naked torso comes into view, your nipples pearling from the cool atmosphere in the room. “No bra, honey?” He whispers before cupping your breasts in his big hands, his tongue sticking it out to lap at your right nipple. You throw you head back and sigh in pleasure, your fingers flying through his hair, scratching his scalp.

You feel Shawn thrusting against your thigh, you have completely forgotten how uncomfortable he must be with his throbbing cock stuck in the confinement of his underwear. You reach over and dig into his briefs again, spreading the leaking precum over his tip before gripping his shaft, moving your fingers up and down.

He sucks on your breast, lips grazing the nipple before he kisses and sucks and bites his way to the other one. But instead of going to your left breast like you thought, he kisses his way up the column of your throat, kissing your jaw before sliding his tongue into your mouth, both of you moaning out.

“Shawn I-”

“I’m sorry. For how I reacted I mean, with Gavin. I had no reason to act like that, I just,” Shawn trails off, his hands cupping your flushed face as he looked at you straight in the eyes, his mouth moving to say something but nothing comes out.

“You what?” You plant your hands on his forearms, ready for him to finally say that he feels the same way.

“I want you so bad.” He grunts before picking you up, your legs immediately going around his waist as he makes his way to his room, bumping into the wall a couple times, making you giggle into each others mouths.

He drop you on the bed, his hands massaging the skin if your torso, his thumb just under your breasts. “God, you're so fucking gorgeous.” He muttered, his eyes trailing over your panting body.

You smack his arm, regaining his attention. “Yeah, yeah you too. Just fuck me.” You said breathlessly. He chuckles into your skin, leaving a light kiss on your ribcage before moving off of you to take off his shirt.

Holy, fuck. You don't know if you're just high off the fact that you're about to fuck him again, or high off the fact that you're about to fuck him, the love of your life, and that he feels the same way but fuck, was his body ever perfect. “Oh, I want you too, by the way. More than a friend.”

He pulled down his pants, along with his boxers with a smile, his cock springing up, hitting against his toned abdomen. “I know.”

Your eyes widen, you prop yourself on your elbows. “What?”

He pulls open a drawer, taking a square packet from inside. “Yeah hun. Uh, you talk in your sleep.”

Okay, so it really wasn't a secret.

“It’s okay baby,” He rips the packet open and rolls the the rubber over his length, he leans over you, his tip grazing your inner thigh, and he pecks your lips, giving you his award winning smile. “Love you too.” He mumbled against you lips before giving you a hard kiss. “Now you're gonna obey me right?”

His tip grazed your soaked entrance, then you whimper and nod frantically before he pushes in you, not giving you time to adjust to his length (not that you needed to). He pants into your neck as he pounds into you, his fingers gripping your waist tightly and you’re sure you’ll have some bruises in the morning.

Then he just suddenly stops. Like, inside you.

“Why did you-”

“Don’t question anything baby.” He muttered before leaving a light kiss on your neck and slowly pulling out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss.

He leans over the bed and unloops his belt from his jeans on the floor. He gives you a look and you put your wrists out and you watch him diligently as he wraps the leather on your wrists, securing them tightly before he pushes your intertwined hands above your head. “You are going to keep your hands up here, got it baby?”

You moan when he fills you up again, curling your fingers above your head to resist moving your arms down and running your hands through his unruly hair.

Shawn bites his lip to keep his whimper in as he slowly rolls his hips into you, enjoying watching you squirm under him. “You like that honey? You like my big cock inside your tight pussy?” He asked as he kissed your chest, rolling his hips in a faster pace.

“Yes, yes, oh, god fuck j’like that.” You scream out, feeling completely euphoric as he brought you closer to the edge once again.

“That’s right baby, scream my name.” Shawn said huskily as his hand came in between you, rubbing your clit with his calloused thumb.

Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling around Shawn as you screamed his name, cumming once again.

He rolls into you as you come down your high, your hair sprawled around your head, hands in fists above your head, cheeks red and flushed and all Shawn can wonder how goddamn lucky is to have someone like you.

You hiss as he pulls out of you, and you watch him as he crawls up the bed, sitting against the headboard, legs spread out. He pats his thigh before running his fingers through his sweaty hair, a small smile on his face. “Come ride me baby.”

You crawl up the bed, licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock up in the air, ready for you.

Shawn grips your hips as you steady yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him. You bring your hands down to align his member to your entrance, and you both sigh as you sink down on him.

You move your intertwined hands behind Shawn’s head, your fingers gripping his chocolate locks as you slowly move up and down on his shaft.

Taking the matter into his own hands, he wraps his arms around you to keep you in place and pounds up into you, the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. “You like that honey?” He asked huskily as he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, you breasts bouncing in his face. He catches a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, biting the nub, your orgasm coming closer.

“Shawn..” You moaned out, the familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach stopping you from saying much more.

“Let go for me honey.” Shawn muttered.

“You too.” Your head falling back as the orgasm came closer.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” One hand comes off your waist to go in between you, his thumb playing with your sensitive clit.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your legs tremble around him as you came once again.

Shawn lets out a moan as he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing himself closer to the edge.

You take Shawn’s face in your hands, rubbing his flushed cheek. “Cum for me honey.” Giving him a peck on the lips, your eyes locked with his as he kept going into you.

His movements falter and he whimpers as he came into the condom.

You are both panting, wrapped in each other when Shawn moves to unwrap your hands from the belt and looks you in the eyes as he kissed your hands, making his way up your arms to your lips.

“I love you.” You both whispered at the same time against the others lips. You giggle and lightly scratch his neck before you pull his lips closer again, kissing him with all the love you have.

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tomahawk-swing · 4 years

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Dingo was on edge. He glanced above his shoulder every ten seconds, and checked the street twice before he made a turn. He kept a firm hold on his delivery box, as if it might try to slip away from his grasp. As he looked down at his tomahawk, ready to throw it again for directions, Dingo couldn’t help letting his thoughts drift away.

He had to keep his guard up. His body already ached in too many places - not to mention, his pride was wounded too.

Dingo knew that couldn’t keep this charade going forever. Every time he returned to the restaurant empty-handed, he could feel Maha’s patience grow thinner. Maha was the only one who still believed in him - Hinoken and the others surely believed that he just kept the curry for himself, and dumped the delivery boxes in a dumpster.

The first time, he had claimed to have fallen into the canal, and hit his face on a pillar underwater. The second time, he had gotten lost outside of town, and fought with a fight with a wild animal. The third, fourth, fifth times ... He had run out of excuses.

He couldn’t tell anyone who the real culprit was. Tomahawkman had agreed to stay silent, but Dingo doubted that he could trust his Navi with the truth much longer. If they couldn’t do something about Netto by themselves, they would have to let the adults know. Each of Dingo’s attempts had resulted in pathetic failure, and insult added to injuries. Netto’s punches had left bruises worse than any adult had ever inflicted him in a fight.

As Dingo looked down at the weapon in his hand, he spotted a long shadow rising behind him. Dingo swiftly turned on his heels, and brandished his tomahawk at his opponent.

It wasn’t Netto. His aggressor was a tall, bald bloke, dressed in a black suit, and equipped with sunglasses. A second man stood behind him, equally intimidating.

“Are you Dingo-kun ?” The man questioned, his deep voice matching his looks. He didn’t seem impressed by the blade in the kid’s hands. “We are the NetPolice.”

Dingo stood motionless for a moment, his weapon still turned towards the man. The realization struck him after a few seconds - he was pointing a weapon at a police officer.

I’m gonna get arrested. Dingo thought to himself. He couldn’t get his arm to lower.

“Apologize now, Dingo !” Tomahawkman hissed from Dingo’s sweater pocket. It was already bad enough that Dingo carried that weapon on his person, but now he had almost attacked a policeman with it.

Finally, Dingo found the strength to move his arm, all while ignoring his Navi’s words. He quickly tucked the tomahawk behind his back, and stared the man up and down. He looked like a secret agent right out of a spy movie.

“Y-yeah. That’s me.” Dingo stuttered.

“Please come with us. Your presence is required at the NetPolice headquarters.”

Dingo spotted the second man tucking a piece of paper into his suit’s pocket - probably a picture of his face. Was it already too late ? Was Dingo getting arrested for a crime he didn’t even know he’d committed ?

He followed the two men back to their vehicle, trying to ignore the glances they were getting from the crowd. Two tall men dressed in black, and a young kid with a hood covering his face, clutching a delivery box to his chest ... Dingo wanted nothing more but to prove all these judging glances wrong, but he couldn’t risk making his situation even worse.

He climbed up at the back of the car, while the two men sat at the front, not even exchanging a glance. The silence weighed heavily on Dingo’s shoulders. He could already picture himself being shipped back to Ameroupa, and forbidden to return to Japan. What if he was thrown in jail for good, this time ?

“From now on, everything you will see and hear will be stricly confidential.” One of the men spoke. “As such, you must let your family know that you will be absent for the upcoming two days. You will not be able to go home tonight.”

Dingo almost retorted that he had no such thing as a family, but the image of Maha popped up in his mind. For a second, his panic washed away. Surely, Maha could get him out of this mess ... No, he couldn’t rely on anyone right now.

“Do you understand ?” The man insisted. “Officially, you have left for two days of vacation. You may give a single call to the authority figure of your choice. Now.”

It took Dingo a moment to figure out what the man meant. Was he going to jail after all ? Why just for two days ?

“Dingo, you should call Maha.” Tomahawkman’s voice tore Dingo from his thoughts. “We’ll ask questions later. Don’t get yourself in even more trouble ...”

For once, Dingo listened to his Navi’s advice. He initiated a call with Maha, aware that no matter what he said, the man would find it suspicious.

Maha picked up the call after just a few rings. His expression was never easy to read, but for once, Dingo could immediately see the concern in his boss’ eyes.

“Dingo ? Is everything all right ?” Maha questioned. If Dingo was calling to get himself out of trouble, it meant that he had already exhausted every other option. Dingo was usually too proud to ask for help.

“No, no, I’m alright ! I’m just calling ‘cause, uh ... I need some time off. Right now.” He glanced at the policemen, and thought that he should try and add more details. “It’s just for two days. Remember my friend Shanka ? She’s in town, and she wants to see other parts of Japan, like the mountains and stuff ... So imma take her around the place. I’m already in a taxi to meet up with her.”

For a long moment, Maha remained perfectly silent. Dingo was a fool, but he wasn’t stupid - he could tell that Maha had bought none of his lies. For some reason, though, Maha eventually nodded.

“That is fine. I will call Hinoken in to replace you in the meantime.” Maha announced. “Have a nice vacation, Dingo.”

Maha ended the call, and Dingo could finally breathe again.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Tomahawkman commented. “Shanka was here a couple weeks ago. They’ll never believe she came back all of a sudden-”

“I know !” Dingo hissed. He slammed his PET onto the car seat, screen down, to let Tomahawkman know that this conversation was over. He already felt enough guilt as it was.

By the time the car stopped again, Dingo had time to imagine all kinds of scenarios. He mostly wondered why he hadn’t been handcuffed yet. He was invited to climb out of the vehicle, and for a split second, he considered running away as fast as his legs would allow.

“Follow us.” The bald man announced, bringing Dingo’s focus back to reality. It was already too late to run.

Dingo followed the men into the police building. The group earned a few curious glances again, pushing Dingo to giving a tug at the brim of his hood. They climbed up a short series of stairs, and walked inside the elevator. Dingo took a deep breath, and fought a short outburst of claustrophobia.

One of the men pushed the button to the highest floor. Dingo knew what it meant - they were going to meet with someone of importance. Surely, this wasn’t the way to the prison cells.

As glad as he was to get out of the elevator, Dingo found his nervousness skyrocketing again. He was led to an office door, and didn’t have time to try and decipher what the nameplate said.

A round-faced man sat behind a large desk, right across the door. Behind him, a wall-wide window revealed the landscape below, and allowed light to pour inside the office. The man looked up from papers scattered across his desk, and had a kind smile for his visitors.

“Ah, you must be Dingo-kun. Thank you for taking him here, officers.” The man had a nod of gratitude. “You may dispose. I will take things over from here on.”

The two men gave a deep bow, their heads sinking below Dingo’s eyeline. He watched them make their exit and close the door behind them, leaving Dingo alone with the affable-looking man.

“Please, take a seat.” The policeman gestured at the seats by his desk. “I hope that my subordinates did not scare you too much. They tend to take their job quite seriously ...”

“I wasn’t scared !” Dingo proclaimed. Shame immediately stung at his cheeks, and as he searched for an anchor, he realized that he had left his delivery box in the police car. With no other choice left, Dingo finally sat down.

“I am Commissioner Kifune, head of the NetPolice. It’s my pleasure to meet you, Dingo-kun.” The man had a warm smile. “I’m very glad that your village’s heritage could be taken back from its thieves, and returned to its rightful owners.”

Dingo blinked a few times. “Why do you know about this ?”

“I was alerted of the totem pole’s theft by the museum. The theft of an exhibition’s central piece is no trifle matter.” Kifune had a long glance for Dingo. “I’m afraid that for a moment, you were on our list of suspects, along with Neo WWW’s Yamashita Hidenosuke.”

“What ? I’d never team up with those guys !” Dingo protested. It was already the second time he yelled at the police chief, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. “I was only tryna take back my village’s pride !”

“Yes, of course. Your name was immediately cleared by Hikari Netto.” Kifune’s smile faltered. “Which brings us to the reason why you were brought here.”

Dingo’s anger faded in a second. He recalled his last encounters with Netto, and felt his face sting with a dull ache. His black eye still hadn’t faded.

“I suppose that his ... disappearance may have reached your ears already. You may also be familiar with the NetSavior initiative, in which Netto was taking part.”

“Netto’s not disappeared. I saw him.” Dingo blurted out, unconsciously reaching for his sore face. “He’s just ... he’s gone crazy. It’s like all the goodness’ gone from him. Like he’s just causing evil for fun.”

“That is a correct guess.” Kifune replied. He watched Dingo’s eyes widen in shock, and went on : “The circumstances are still unclear, but it appears that Netto-kun has fallen into the hands of the Darkloids, and has been corrupted to join their ranks.”

"I’ve heard about those.” Tomahawkman spoke up, prompting Dingo to set his PET on the commissioner’s desk. “There’s a lot of rumors about them ‘round the Net. They’re kinda like Navis, except they’ve been corrupted with Dark something ... evil energy. I heard they were a big thing a moment ago, but everyone kinda forgot about them, with the Asteroids and whatnot ...”

“You are correct. Darkloids feed on the energy provided by DarkChips, which typically offer a Navi with a tremendous boost in strength, but leave their program badly corrupted. The Navi will lose sight of their moral compass, and even turn against their friends. We believe that Netto-kun was tricked into taking in some of that dark energy.”

“But Netto’s not a Navi !” Dingo protested. “How can he get corrupted by a Chip ?”

“With the use of CrossFusion, most likely. You have already seen it in action, haven’t you ?”

Dingo nodded. That explanation did nothing to make his insides stop squirming. “So that’s why everything about him felt so ... wrong. It wasn’t really Netto."

“Possibly.” Kifune agreed. “Unfortunately, his absence leaves a large dent in our defences. With its other two members stationed abroad, the NetSavior initiative no longer has a member in Japan. After discussing it with Dr. Hikari, and revewing a list of potential candidates, we wanted to offer you the position.”

Once again, Dingo found himself lacking words. His brain struggled to process the implications of Kifune’s offer.

“You want me to replace him.” Dingo repeated. “I’m gonna be in charge of protecting this whole city.”

“You and your Navi both, if you accept. Given your prowess against the Neo WWW, you seemed to me like a very solid choice. If you were to accept, you will be trained to master CrossFusion under Dr. Hikari’s guidance. And if the opportunity were to present itself ... You would be called to help us capture Netto-kun.”

Dingo’s brains were about to explode. With CrossFusion, surely, he could stand a chance against Netto - even with the freakish strength and speed his former friend had displayed. With CrossFusion, he would have the strength to protect all the people he cared about. Everyone would have to take him seriously.

“I’ll do it.” Dingo stated. He didn’t need to consult Tomahawkman - he knew for sure that they share the same sentiment. “I’ll become a NetSavior.”

“Very well.” Kifune nodded. “To be perfectly honest, we had expected a positive reply, and have already prepared the terrain for your training. Arrangements have been made for you to spend the next two days at the Ministry of Science’s facilities. Given the circumstances, we will have to speed up your training, but you have the option to opt out at any moment.”

Dingo shook his head. He wasn’t going to give up halfway through - not when he was the only one who could rescue Netto. He could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations pushing down on his shoulders.

“I don’t mind. I ... “ Dingo glanced at his PET. “We can handle it.”

“Good. Very good.” Kifune nodded, obviously relieved. “May I take your PET ? I will grant you the NetSaviors’ authorizations right now.”

Dingo pushed his PET towards the commissioner, his heart pounding under his ribs. He already imagined himself clad in a cool armor, wielding Tomahawkman’s axe, and slashing through his enemies with his own hands.

He’d finally be able to pay Netto back for all the punches.

“There. You’re good to go.” Kifune announced, and handed Dingo’s PET back to him. “My subordinates will drive you to the labs. Dr. Hikari is waiting for you there.”

Dingo pocketed his PET, and stood up from his chair. He took the hand that Kifune offered him, ahd shook it with vigor. His eyes met with the commissioner, letting Kifune read his determination.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Dingo-kun. And welcome to the NetPolice.”

“I won’t disappoint.” Dingo promised. He wouldn’t be ridiculed anymore. Dingo felt his skin itch at the thought that he was now part of the police, but he was only using this chance to accomplish his goals. They were his stepping stone.

With Tomahawkman’s strength added to his own, Dingo would protect the city, and prove his worth to everyone who doubted it.

And at long last, Netto would have to pay for all the curry he had stolen.

#drabble #[[don't mind me - just posting discord related plot drabbles on this blog for reading convenience x)#in an AU where Netto has fallen into darkloid hands around stream 36 #dingo is called to replace him ... and will later fight against his own friend :3c ]]

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (3)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 {reading now}

Well, needless to say you got the role.

The final run through with Drake was successful, he started spewing off about how talented you were. You did your usual which was smile and nod, and Angus told you to "Stop being so shy mamas. You gotta get used to this."

Time flew as you turned in forms, focused on moving closer to set, and grew your social media audience. It was all exciting but also overwhelming, however you already loved it.

You and Angus seemed to be getting more comfortable with each other, the tension was wearing off and a simple friendship was forming. The luxury apartment you were moving into for when filming ceased was conveniently just a few doors down from his apartment, you two were going to be in the same complex. You talked quite often and filming hadn't even started yet, and you almost felt silly for feeling intimidated, if that was even the word, by him before. He'd offered to come over to help you move in- and even though the tension had faded, your {sometimes} inappropriate thoughts of him hadn't.

But today was the day everything kicked into gear, because today was the first day of filming.

You and Angus decided to meet up at a small, locally owned coffee shop before heading to set. You could both go together, and since he offered to drive, you could save some gas.

You got there early, you two were to meet at 7:30 am, you were there at 7:25 due to leaving time to dodge the traffic. Angus came through the door yawning at 8:17- due to oversleeping.

"Do you always do this?" you laughed sliding a donut over to him as he sat down across from you in the booth.

"Do what?" he asked, eating half of the donut in one big bite.

"Are you always late- like on set? Because most of my scenes are with you and I-"

"You think ahead a lot, I just like sleeping, you should like it too you feel what I mean? Sleep is just that bitch...if there was a girl like sleep then I would have a girl."

Half of the time the things Angus came up with made zero sense to you, but you always just agreed and moved along. For example, yesterday night he called you at 12:32 am just to let you know that the Frosted Flakes box had 'of corn' in small writing under the bold logo. You said you'd never noticed that- which was the truth, and then that led to him telling you the complete history of Mandela effects. You didn't get back to bed until 1:54.

"And to be fair Y/N, you kept me up last night with that Mandela effect shit." he said with a smirk as he finished off the donut.

Your mouth fell open as you rolled your eyes "Boy as if! You wish I-"

"So you quoting 90s movies now? That's new, don't really know how I feel ab-"

"Lets go," you shook your head standing up and tossing your coffee cup into the garbage.

You two walked out and into the warm LA air. "You read the scripts at all?" He asked you as you headed to his car.

"I did! We have a lot of scenes...some are quite different."

"What you mean? Not boutta lie I didn't read anything past the first episode cuz them other shits too far away."

"Well, sex is always a given in Euphoria."

"Yeah them nude scenes finna make me feel a bit violated if you know what I mean."

"You'll be fine, all you show is your ass but I have to-"

"Oh shit I gotta show my cheeks? For real? On television- aw nah I gotta talk to somebody about tha-"

"I have to show everything except my baby maker so...who really has it worse?"

"Yo' baby maker? Is that them gorgeous eyes cuz it sure does make me want to make a baby wit' you."

Was that a joke-

He did this alot. You never knew if he was actually flirting or if it was just him joking around, but you always assumed it was the latter.

"Was that a...was that a joke from you Angus? How rare!"

He flipped you off with a goofy grin at the next red light and you laughed. "No all jokes aside though Gus, I gotta show my whole body, titties and all. Like my parents are going to watch this how do I? Explain?"

“Well we can fuck wit’ all that when we get to it.”

“Oh baby...” You said sarcastically. “You didn't actually read the first episodes script did you?”

“What you mean?”

You pulled the script from out of your tote, clearing your throat before you started to read. “Jess looks at Fez with a gleam of interest in her eyes. ‘Its been awhile tiger’ she says in a certain way, a way that makes Fez adjust his- yeah I’m not reading that- ‘It has’ Fez says biting his lip. He wants her, but he doesn't know if she wants him too...he thinks she doe-”

“We gotta have sex the first episode? Nah you lying.”

“Episode 1, 3, 5, 7 and 8.”

“Holy shit what?! Aint nobody have that much sex last season...”

“Yeah but its because of our storyline. Jess and Fez constantly want each other and they think the only way to let it out is through sex- they are both terrible with commitment and Jess is afraid of Fez’s dealing; even if she wants to be with him that's keeping her away.”

“Damn, my manz Fez gettin’ the short end of the stick.”

“Jess is the only one getting a short stick Angus.”

It took him a minute to understand what you said, but as soon as he comprehended it his eyes widened. “Girl no you didnt- you know I’m packing- how you gon’ do me like that?!” he said defensively as he parked. You couldn't help but to laugh as you hurried out of the car. “Imma get you back for that!” He yelled after you. You shook your head and walked to the main trailer where everyone was to gp.

Walking in you saw only Z and Storm, Queen Bey played softly in the background showing the girls in front of you were in their element. “Hey girl!” Z said giving you a quick side hug. “Dont worry about being late, its all good. You came with Angus didn't you?”

You nodded whilst rolling your eyes and took the key she was holding out, walking back out and to your trailer.

The trailer was cozy, comfortable and not too small. It had quite a modern look to it, and the look on the outside didn't match the inside at all. You smiled as you sat on the sofa, seeing a white envelope on the glass table. On it was scribbled ‘Angus and Y/N’. Before you could get up to go over to his trailer, he walked in- no invitation, no knock, no anything. “Gee!!!! Good thing I wasn’t naked!” You said sarcastically as you glared at him.

“Yeah whateva. We gotta read this letter together I guess.” He said plopping down beside you.

“Yeah yeah okay, I can read it out loud.” You said cracking open the envelope and pulling out the bright white printer paper. “Okay here we go...it's from...Drake?”

“Ah shit.”

“Don’t worry yet, it's probably just- let me just read.”

Angus nodded and got more comfortable on the sofa as you started to read. “Angus and Y/N. On behalf of your upcoming roles I wanted to tell you guys to loosen up. Theres alot of sexy time to film, and I don't want the viewers to feel the sexual tension from Angus and Y/N, I want them to feel it radiating from Jess and Fez. Make kissing casual, make being naked around each other casual too. Don't make that shit weird. And Angus, make sure you can get it up. If it takes...oh-” you stopped for a moment.

“What?” Angus looked at you and you cocked your head to one side still inspecting the letter.

“Okay- here, he said: If it takes walking around each other unclothed then do it, take care of that tension between you two. I could feel it in the final run through, meaning that the viewers would be able to sense it as well. I'm only saying all this cuz its your first time filming together. I need art, not high school production shit. You guys have the passion, and you click. But there's something missing. Make the fuck out and get this show on the road. I'm always a call away if its not working out-- Drake.”

“Well damn. What he tryna say?”

“Angus it's clear what he's saying- I mean come on I feel the tension between us too, and I don't know what it is but hes right, whatever it is we need to get over it, and move on from that. This is business- an art form we have to work through. Ight?”

“Ight. So what I’m hearing is we gotta make out and get naked.”

“We aren't doing anything until ya girl takes a nap.”

“How you sleepy we just got here and you woke up 3 hours ago?”

“Listen man it is not my fault I only got 4 and a half hours of sleep-”

“SO you tryna say it’s mine?!” “It is! With your mandela effecr loving ass.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Okay okay, fair. But lemme sleep wit’ you.” “What? Why?”

“You the one that read the letter, we gotta drop this tension lil mama. And if we legit just sleeping, ion see nun wrong wit’ it, do you?”

You thought it over, and he had a point. There was nothing wrong with it, sleeping is sleeping...and besides, you two would have to do much worse.

“Whatever, come on.”

“Let’s go to my trailer though.”

“What? Why? Ion wanna walk come on Angu-”

“I can carry you then. But my place more homey, you just got here and your bed ain’t even got sheets.”

Damn, why is he always right? “Okay fine but carry me.”

He hunched down in front of the sofa “Get on my back and we can go.”

You grabbed your phone getting onto his back and holding on tight, your arms around his neck and your thighs squishing his sides. “Go go go!” You giggled, feeling safe as you rested your chin on the top of his head.

He ran to the trailer, causing you to laugh and hold on even tighter. Dropping you onto the bed, he looked around the small trailer-bedroom for more covers.

“You know girl,” he said looking into the closet “You kinda cute. How you was laughing out there had my heart beating fast and shit.” He found a throw and turned back around to ask you if it was good, but you were already out, completely sound asleep, and cuddled into a pillow. “Damn so you ain't hear none o’ that huh?” He sighed. “Probably better on my end. Can’t be catching feelings and shit.” He covered you over and lay beside you.

In your sleep your body detected the body heat, so you unknowingly turned over, cuddling into his chest. A smile formed on your lips as you moved closer, practically wrapping yourself around him.

The man sighed placing his lips to your forehead and leaving a light kiss. “Yeah. No catching feelings.”

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freddieslater · 5 years

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Person A tries to get their friends to kiss under the mistletoe, and they completely forget about their crush on Person B until they both end up under the mistletoe. This is peak Kizzie content.

Being acutely observant is something that Lizzie likes to pride herself on. At least, when the thing she's observing is important and manages to find its way into her spacial bubble.

It's easy for her not to spare things a certain glance, something that Josie has pointed out recently she needs to work on. But sometimes those things nag at her, forcing her to pay attention.

One of those things happens to be Kaleb.

She's noticed him a lot more lately and been ignoring the growing feeling in her chest at the same time. Avoiding another epic rejection and humiliation is high on the list of things she wants for this year of positivity.

Crushes are great, but she just can't risk her healing mental health right now. Especially with Sebastian now roaming around the school thanks to Kaleb and MG figuring out how to free him from desiccation. They're friends, but nothing more. There's already enough drama in her life as it is with Malivore's monsters making a return.

Strangely enough, her reason for noticing Kaleb at this particular moment has nothing to do with the feelings she is choosing to pretend don't even exist. Her eyes narrow as she watches him across the library from the chair she's been curled up in for the last hour, having taken a break from the decorating committee.

He's currently helping them out, to her surprise, but she supposes as a member of the honour council, it's sort of a requirement. He's balanced on the edge of the bannister stringing up a set of the lights that they spelled during Chemistry of Magic to work without any additional electricity.

Except, he's doing it rather slowly. His eyes aren't even on them despite his hands moving, wrapping them through each little loop. She follows his line of sight for the third time and it once again comes back to the table below, tucked into the corner.

Landon and Josie are sitting across from each other, using their decoration break to figure out how to uncharm the tinsel that one of the coven witches decided to bring to life.

Trying to help them is Hope, flicking through a book and throwing out suggestions.

She can see the awkward tension between the three of them; finding out their history without really remembering it definitely helped with that.

Hope isn't exactly back at the school, only helping out for the holidays since she isn't sure she can go back to New Orleans just yet and isn't able to sleep at Mystic Falls High.

Things almost feel like they used to before Malivore. She keeps to herself as much as she can. Except Landon and Josie both know their past thanks to everything being thrown out into the open a few weeks ago, and Landon doesn't seem to want to let it go, even if he doesn't remember all of the details.

They seem to be stuck in the same cycle, Lizzie's noticed. Landon sees Hope by herself, invites her to hang out with him and Josie while Josie gives a halfhearted protest before doing the same as Hope and reverting back into the pre-Malivore version of herself. It's almost always awkward whenever Lizzie sees them, exchanging quick looks between the three of them.

It's also frustrating to watch. But no matter how many times she tries to talk to Josie about it, she brushes it off and says she doesn't want to talk about it. A bad sign, for sure.

She even denies it when Lizzie catches her shooting glances at Hope that hold the same subtle, suppressed feelings as it used to. If Lizzie didn't know better, she would say that not remembering Hope has only given Josie the chance to fall head over heels for her all over again.

But of course, Josie won't admit that because she's even more stubborn than she likes to admit, won't get over her brief jealousy, and somehow thinks that it's a betrayal to Landon.

It's as if she can't see that from the moment Landon found out he and Hope used to date, he's gotten all flustered and dorky around her like he used to.

Then again, Josie doesn't remember how things used to be. None of them aside from herself and Hope do.

Which doesn't explain why Kaleb keeps looking over at them like that, and even shaking his head like he's doing now, even rolling his eyes.

Sighing, she closes the book she's been reading. It's Christmas-themed, the third in a series of fantasy books, and a special edition for the holidays.

Her mom sent it over a week ago because there isn't a single bookstore in Mystic Falls and the nearest one is in Richmond.

She supposes she can leave it until her next break. If she forces Hope to work with her instead of sitting around getting all gooey-eyed over Landon and Josie, she might be able to get her part done with faster.

She leaves the book in the chair and walks around to the other side of the library, smiling at MG on the passing.

When she glances behind her, her eyes following him, he's pulling a string of lights from the box in his arms and handing them over to Sebastian. One requirement of him staying is he has to be a team player, and that includes helping out with decorating.

He doesn't seem to mind so much when he's helping MG.

Rolling her eyes, she just continues until she's standing by the table of decorations that Kaleb is currently using. There aren't many left, mostly just a few more strands of tinsel, but once they're done with the library, they still have a few of the classrooms and possibly the study hall and the secondary common room assuming that the other four people on the committee haven't gotten too far on their own.

She picks up a piece of gold tinsel that shimmers a faint purple, glittering with magic. Not a single one of their decorations aren't spelled with magic. Even one of the menorahs has an air of it to make sure the candles can't be blown out too early and to make the oil smell of cinnamon and gingerbread. A treat for the younger ones.

"What are you doing?" she hears Kaleb ask and looks up to find him staring down at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Asking you the same question," she replies, still pulling the tinsel through her hands, and mirrors his suspicion. "Why do you keep staring at those three when you're supposed to be decorating? This place has to be completely ready for the holidays. That's why we have allocated break times, and you agreed to help out."

Kaleb rolls his eyes. "Do you not see me on this bannister with these damn things? I've strung up at least four of them, and they keep trying to electrocute me. I think you witches need to check out the spells you're using, 'cause I'm not sure they're supposed to do anything other than light up."

"Maybe it's because you're putting them up wrong," she says bluntly.

She eyes the lights in question pointedly, hanging down lower on the second last loop. Only those soft glowing bulbs are flickering, the rest all staying at full brightness. He glances at them and groans, rolling his eyes again.

"Shouldn't you be on your break right now?" he asks, reaching back up and starting to undo the lights, fixing them. "You were hanging decorations for, like, two hours."

Lizzie finally puts the tinsel down, but only to pick up a strangely-coloured reindeer. It must have been one of the ones the younger kids decorated during their art class. It's cute, even with its bright yellow nose and green body.

"I should be," she agrees. "But then you staring at my sister and her hobbit forced me to cut it short. So, I repeat, what are you doing and why does it involve those three?"

Kaleb pauses, sighing as he lets go of the lights. All of the bulbs are glowing now, not even the slightest flicker, coiled perfectly from one end of the beam to the other.

She glances down the rest of the beams and finds the rest of the lights the exact same.

It's a little impressive, she'll admit, as someone who admires good organization and decoration. She's been told she gets it from her mom.

"Why do you care?" he asks, and waves a hand at the table. "I'm nearly done."

She shrugs. "I'm curious."

He stares at her for a moment, but she simply flashes him an overly-sweet smile, refusing to leave. He seems to realize that, and sighs again before hopping down off of the bannister, landing beside her with the ease of a vampire.

"Fine. Landon's just having some issues and he's been talking to me and MG about them." He scans over the remaining decorations for the next most important. "I've been tryna help him out since MG's preoccupied with Dracula over there."

Lizzie snorts at the comment, surprised. She wasn't aware he had much of an opinion on Sebastian, though it's becoming increasingly clear by the twinge of mocking in his voice at the nickname that he's not his biggest fan.

Probably because of MG since everyone else has had no problem falling for his charm as she did and still does, aside from Josie and Hope.

"Help him how?" she asks, her eyebrows furrowing with suspicion.

"Nah, not happening," he says, shaking his head with a chuckle as picks up the tinsel she had been playing with before. "I'm not breaking his trust like that."

Lizzie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, but he's stubborn and loyal, and she knows he won't give in.

She glances back over in Landon's direction.

Josie's shifted her seat much closer to Hope's, reading something that she's pointing out in a book situated between them. Landon's watching them with those slightly wide eyes, and his inner struggle is written all over his face and into the soft fondness he's doing a terrible job at hiding.

She straightens up, her face lighting back up. "Are his issues perhaps centred around my dear sister and his ex?"

Kaleb lifts his head, glancing from her to the three of them. He opens his mouth as if to protest, but she waves a hand.

"Don't worry, you didn't accidentally give anything away with all of your incredibly obvious staring," she assures him, and he presses his lips together, looking mildly unamused. "Josie's been having the same issues. As has Hope. Of course, neither of them are willing to talk about it because of that whole weird awkward thing they've got going on what with everyone's memories still erased."

"So it's not just Landon then," Kaleb says, apparently dropping all pretence as he throws another glance at them.

"No. Honestly, you'd think it wouldn't be that hard for them to work out the very clear solution to this whole mess for themselves," she says, shaking her head along with him. "They're all just too worried about ruining something or someone hating them for them to actually make a move. It's sad."

As she says it, a little voice in the back of her head that her therapist has been trying to help her get better at blocking out points out her mild hypocrisy. For once, it's not entirely wrong. That doesn't mean she's listening to it.

"And that's why I said I'd give Landon a helping hand."

Lizzie's eyes narrow as she turns back to Kaleb only to find him grinning. There's a strange, mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What exactly does that mean? Actually—" she quickly holds up a hand as he starts to answer, "—never mind. I do not want to know. This is a... partially drama-free year for me, and I will not get involved in whatever the hell this is."

"Alright," he says, shrugging it off just like that as he turns back to the decorations.

She doesn't leave. She watches him pick things up, clearly searching for something. Her mind whirs, and she can't help her eyes darting back to Josie, Landon, and Hope, doubt creeping in.

They could use some help. Maybe just a little push. And she does like the idea of being a Christmas cupid.

"But, out of curiosity, what did you have in mind?" she asks.

Kaleb chuckles at her quick change of heart but he doesn't address it.

"Well, seeing as how it's the holidays and all," he says, and nods to the table pointedly, "I was thinking that one of the oldest tricks in the book could work. I don't know what yet. That's why I keep staring at them as you said."

He then nods to the three of them.

"I'm tryna figure out what they'd fall right into without figuring a way out of it."

He pauses, turning back to her with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Do you think truth or dare is too obvious?"

She makes a face, her eyebrows furrowing. "Yes. Probably, if your plan is to jump right in with it, especially considering the way we play truth or dare. They wouldn't be allowed to lie to any question you ask. As much as I love brutal honesty, I'm not sure that it's the best way to go with this."

"What about charades?"

"Chara—what book are you getting these from? My mom?"

She rolls her eyes and ignores Kaleb mirroring her.

"Why don't you just use mistletoe?" she asks, partially joking. "That's the oldest trick in the book. Trap them with a holiday-themed social convention that's always brushed off, giving them the perfect opportunity to give in to their feelings while also pretending that it's all in the name of holiday spirit."

Kaleb's face lights up. Her eyes widen.

"I wasn't serious," she says, having thought that that was very clear.

She waves a hand in Josie, Landon, and Hope's direction.

"They will never fall for that. Even if you got a witch to spell the mistletoe like they did last year so that they can't just walk away without at least a peck on the cheek, they'll be looking for it everywhere so that they can avoid it!"

"I don't know, I've watched Landon nearly walk into a wall twice and get a bauble stuck in his hair already," Kaleb says, shaking his head with genuine doubt. "They might fall for it."

"Maybe Landon would, but Josie and Hope wouldn't," she counters. "And — what's the plan, anyway? Trap all three of them? Mistletoe doesn't work like that, and honestly, it might be the most awkward thing to force anyone nearby to watch."

Kaleb makes a face at that and doesn't disagree. She's almost smug. Almost.

"Nah, we'd just have to get two of them," Kaleb says as if it should be obvious. "Then, assuming it works and they kiss, they'll end up talking about it with the other one 'cause they don't want anyone feeling bad about any guilt or anything, and then they'll confront their feelings for each other. And then my job is done."

He smirks at her in a way that would usually infuriate her. It does a tiny bit. But at least he actually has a right to his smugness because he makes a good counterargument. She scowls.

"You know that that entire plan revolves around the two that you catch with it not being Josie and Landon, right?" she asks. "And it's about a fifty-fifty chance that any of them would actually talk about this sort of thing. Basically, your plan relies on good timing, them having some sort of moral conscience, and I'm assuming a touch of magic."

Kaleb nods without missing a beat, his smirk never slipping for even a second.

"Pretty much," he says. "Wanna help?"

Lizzie scoffs, shaking her head at him, the thought completely absurd. Josie is her twin sister, and she trusts her. She couldn't just do something like this that could hurt her or put her in any sort of uncomfortable position.

Her eyes happen to stray back to their table, making her falter. Josie's relaxed a little more, still beside Hope. They're both grinning now.

It probably has something to do with the glitter shining in Landon's hair as he nods slowly, his unamused expression slipping as he clearly tries to bite back a smile.

On the other hand, Josie probably wouldn't mind too much. For the first half-hour or so, she'll probably be furious.

But if it really does smooth things out between the three of them and puts an end to the internal conflict and turmoil Josie is clearly suffering through, maybe the ends justify the means in this one particular case.

She sighs but holds out her hand. "Where's the mistletoe?"

Kaleb grins from ear-to-ear. "MG's got it. Gimme a second."

She waits as he walks over to MG while he's in the middle of handing Sebastian another string of lights that he seems to be having some trouble figuring out. He's back in seconds and waving a sprig of mistletoe, biting his lip, his amusement shining.

She rolls her eyes but takes it from him. This could be their worst idea yet or the solution that everyone who's had to spend more than a minute in the bubble of awkward is desperately needing.

The plan is simple enough. They debate for a few minutes over the best place to hang it; Kaleb insists that the front door is the best, most logical place, but Lizzie argues that either of the entrances in the library makes far more sense since they'll need to use them at some point.

They settle for the main doorway into the first common room.

Lizzie waves her hand, levitating it into the air. It's easier than attempting to find a ladder. She carefully positions it to hang right in the centre, laying in wait for any unsuspecting couples to walk past.

"Fun bonus is that it won't just catch those three," Kaleb says as she tilts her head, making sure it's perfect. "We all good? Or you gonna put some fancy invisibility spell on it like you did last year?"

"No, I think it's fine like this," she decides. "It was fun last year, but I don't think we need it. Plus, there would be more chance of Josie getting mad at me for this, especially if it happens to be Hope and Landon who get caught in it."

Kaleb almost winces with sympathy. "Yeah, smart move. Maybe don't tell here you had anything to do with it. At all."

"Oh, trust me," Lizzie turns to him, smirking, "this is all on you."

"Throwing me under the bus?" he asks as he eyes her, feigning insult. "That's how we're playing this?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Lizzie says without so much as batting an eyelash. "Your idea, your responsibility."

"That's why you don't wanna put a spell on it, isn't it?" Kaleb asks, the realization clearly dawning on him as his eyes narrow.

Lizzie decides to play innocent and shrugs, turning and walking down the hallway to head back to the library. Her mouth curves as she hears him follow her, unable to bite back her smirk no matter how hard she tries.

"You knew that Josie and Hope would automatically assume that it was you who did it," he goes on. "Whereas this way, they won't suspect you at all. Giving you the perfect opportunity to tell them it was me without them knowing you had any part in it."

"Okay, I know I'm dramatic and all, but this wasn't some high-stakes heist," she scoffs as he falls into step beside her.

"Says the one who won't have two witches mad at them for tricking them," Kaleb retorts, and Lizzie rolls her eyes. "And, weren't you the one who came up with this plan? I said truth or dare and charades. You suggested mistletoe."

"As a joke!" Lizzie protests, looking at him now. "You're the one who thought it was actually a good idea. Which, I still stand by my initial opinion of it being predictable and has a slim chance of working, especially on—"

"Wait, shh," Kaleb quickly cuts her off, a hand flying out to her shoulder to halt her in her tracks.

She glances at him in confusion to find his eyes wide and a familiar look on his face. It's the one all vampires get when they're listening to something that no one else can hear.

"What?" she hisses, her eyes darting down the hallway. "Kaleb? What the hell—"

His eyes grow even wider. There's a strange lurch in her stomach like the breath being sucked from her lungs, and then a split second later, she's no longer in the same spot. When she blinks, she's facing down from the end of the hallway that had previously been on her right, half-hidden in the doorway.

She faintly registers Kaleb's arm half-strung around her for just a moment before it drops, though his hand remains on her shoulder.

Her confusion quickly disappears as Hope, Josie, and Landon come into view, walking down the hallway as they talk. Thankfully, they keep going. For a moment, Lizzie thinks they've gone another way entirely, but Kaleb isn't moving.

She then hears Landon chuckling before he appears again, now just beyond the doorway with the mistletoe hanging in it.

"I don't know," he says, turning to face Hope and Josie who stop alongside him. "I wouldn't underestimate the power of an evil Santa Claus. I've read about Krampus before. The thing is terrifying. You would really wanna face that?"

Hope rolls her eyes. "We didn't say we would want to. Just that we think we could. I mean," she glances at Josie, the two of them sharing a look between them as she huffs out a partial scoff, "what could it really do?"

"Throw presents at us?" Josie jokes as she grins, and Hope laughs.

"Okay, what part of half-goat, half-demon aren't either of you getting?" Landon asks, throwing his hands out at sides, but his exasperation only seems to fuel their amusement. "It could maul you! To death!"

"As opposed to mauling us to sleep?" Hope questions, tilting her head with mock seriousness.

Landon throws his hands up as it only sets Josie off into laughter.

"You can joke now, but you won't be when Krampus shows up here on Christmas Eve," he warns, even pointing a finger at them.

Lizzie scoffs under her breath and turns to look at Kaleb as he arches an eyebrow, a look of puzzled amusement passing between them. She thought that Landon was already weird, but somehow he continues to find a new level.

Kaleb quickly nods for her to turn back and she does, just in time to watch Landon walk forward. Through the doorway.

Josie shrugs. "I still think we could take him."

Hope almost giggles as Landon stops and turns back around to stare at Josie as if she's grown two heads.

"You two are both insane," he declares, earning him a roll of Josie's eyes as she steps forward.

Lizzie holds her breath, her eyes widening as she and Kaleb watch them.

Landon's already too far into the common room to be successfully caught in the mistletoe unless he decides to move back over to them. He stays where he is, though, as Josie lingers in the doorway, the mistletoe hanging right above her head.

"Come on," Hope says, and finally takes a step closer to them. Right beside Josie.

Excitement flutters in Lizzie's stomach as she glances to the mistletoe.

"You really think evil Santa Claus is worse than any of the monsters we've already faced?" Hope asks. "We've literally had a small army of them come after us at once. I'm pretty sure we could handle one goat-demon."

Landon starts to shake his head, groaning. "It's not just a goat-demon, though! I mean, it sort of is, but—"

"Hey," Kaleb calls out, cutting him off.

Lizzie's eyes widen impossibly further, quickly turning to stare at him as if he's just turned into the goat-demon Landon's going on about.

He doesn't even glance at her, though, a smirk on his lips, ever the epitome of casual nonchalance as all three more sets of eyes turn on him.

"Might wanna look up," he says to Josie and Hope, his eyebrows raising.

Confusion flickers across their faces, but Landon's already taking his advice. Hope and Josie quickly follow at his slightly stilted intake of breath.

Their eyes land on the mistletoe and Lizzie can see them both stiffen, going completely still. She's not even sure they breathe for a good few seconds.

They slowly look back down until their eyes lock. The hesitation and uncertainty is written all over their faces as they don't make a move. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all, Lizzie thinks, considering how well they were just getting along compared to how utterly quiet and awkward they are once again.

"It's a dumb holiday tradition," Hope says, shrugging as she offers a small, clearly forced smile. "We don't have to."

Lizzie groans quietly under her breath. Thankfully, neither of them notice as Josie falters, her lips parting but no words coming out.

"I knew I should never have let you talk me into this," Lizzie says, turning to Kaleb. "It sounded like a bad idea, and surprise, surprise, it was. I should have just let you play your game of truth or dare."

"Let me once again remind you that I never talked you into this," Kaleb says, shaking his head. "You offered. And," his eyes dart back to Josie and Hope, "look! It's not that bad. I think it might actually be working."

"Did you two set this up?" Landon asks, his eyes narrowing at them in disbelief, clearly hearing just about every word.

"Of course not," Lizzie says, but he's still staring at her with that look on his face, and she caves, rolling her eyes. "Well, someone had to do something! You three are so awkward around each other that everyone else can feel it, and it's driving us all crazy! We just thought you could use... you know, a little push in the right direction."

"So much for throwing me under the bus," Kaleb mutters, a smug note to his voice.

Lizzie turns her head to glare at him.

"Then here's a push for you," Josie now says, a slight smirk to her lips. She moves her hand in a familiar motion. "Look up."

Lizzie's stomach drops. She and Kaleb both listen, staring at the frame of the doorway. A green leaf starts to materialize as if out of thin air, and then there's a full sprig with white berries hanging right above them, now uncloaked.

"Did you know that was there?" Kaleb asks without looking away from the mistletoe.

"No," she says. "I didn't."

Her heart has changed its pace, no longer a slight jump of worry at Josie being mad at her, but hitting against her ribs as the realization comes crashing down on her. A flurry of what she can only describe as wings starts up in her stomach, pressing against every little nervous button inside of her.

She groans in her head. Of course this is happening. She got so momentarily caught up in helping him with his plan, with helping Josie, and Hope, and Landon, that it was so easy for her feelings for Kaleb to slip to the back of her mind instead of pulling at her for her attention like they've been doing everytime she sees him.

The possibility of accidentally ending up under the mistletoe with the guy she likes somehow never crossed her mind. Too much really has been going on lately.

Her eyes dart back at Josie just as Hope leans in, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. It sends Josie's eyes wide, and she practically freezes.

Lizzie scowls. Of course they would go along with it. Now she can't back out of it.

She forces herself to look at Kaleb to find him already watching her. That does nothing good for her heartbeat.

Raising a shoulder in a shrug, she offers a smile that she desperately hopes doesn't convey the mess of feelings inside of her right now.

"See? Oldest trick in the book. It even got us."

Kaleb chuckles at that, nodding as he glances away. Her heart skips a beat as he bites his bottom lip for a split second.

When his eyes move back to her, she quickly holds onto them, refusing to look anywhere else. She has been doing so well for the last few weeks. A damn plant can't be about to throw her whole promise to herself and plan about no crushes away, surely.

"Just a social convention, right?" Kaleb says, a smile playing on his lips. She tries not to focus on that.

"Yeah, totally," she agrees, smiling back.

He nods once then pauses for just a second before he starts to lean in. Air catches in Lizzie's throat, and for another split second, she thinks that maybe this won't be a big deal. Maybe she's underestimating herself.

She meets him halfway, her eyes closing before she even moves. The second their lips meet, she knows she's screwed.

Maybe if he wasn't a good kisser or if her skin didn't immediately heat up, feeling as if it's catching fire. But for the few seconds that it takes for them to pull apart, the mistletoe still hanging tauntingly above them, Lizzie knows her feelings weren't all in her head.

She pulls back slowly, letting her eyes open. Kaleb's already looking at her. Or gazing, she supposes, as her stomach ties itself in a knot and her heart beats like a butterfly's wings.

"Not so bad, was it?" he says, his tone joking but a genuine smile curving his lips once more.

"Not at all," she breathes softly and shrugs. "All in the name of the holiday spirit."

Kaleb raises an eyebrow. "I thought people only said that when they're pretending it's not a big deal? Your words."

"Yeah, and I was right."

She doesn't wait for the realization to kick in. She winds a hand around to the back of his neck and surges back in.

There's a time-stopping moment of worry on her part and surprise on his when her lips are on his and she questions what the hell she's doing.

Then he's kissing her back, not just for the mistletoe that's already starting to disappear again, its goal achieved. Her entire plan goes out of the window.

With the chance of rejection decreasing with every second that Kaleb doesn't pull away, she thinks that maybe she doesn't need to refrain from a relationship for the rest of the semester.

Kaleb isn't Rafael and he isn't Sebastian.

There's no reason that this can't work out.

She curses in her mind at the realization that she might have to give credit to a freaking plant and those three oblivious idiots who have already left, laughing their asses off.

#legacies #kizzie #lizzie x kaleb #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #handosie #fanfiction stuff #oh look a wild anonymoose #I am so sorry it took me so long to finish writing this!!#I wanted to make sure it was good plus life in general #but thank you so much for putting this in my inbox!!#I adore writing kizzie #and you're right #this was peak kizzie #I hope you enjoy!#kaleb hawkins #lizzie forbes #josie forbes

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Phases

@lacabloodclatzette asked:

hi! i absolutely love your writing do you think you could make a namjoon imagine based of the song phases by prettymuch? thank you love! ❤️

Here ya go sweetie! Sorry it took so long to get out to you. Hope you like it.

Oh-oh-oh, hey

I know you're tryin' to do you but you fell over

After a couple bad nights And 20 cold hearts (Mhm)

Tryin' to find a new you but I heard you got lost

Tryin' to figure your worth

What the hell does that cost?

He watched you from the sidelines, always right there, waiting and hoping. Every year, when you were no longer happy with the way you were, you would come back a newer version of yourself. But he always wanted you the way you were when you were both kids. The fresh faced, kind hearted, beautiful soul you that you used to be. College came, and so did another you.

“Y/N?” Namjoon questioned when he saw you walk into your first lecture together.

“Hey Joon.” You looked surprised, even though you had both talked about having one class together each semester.

“You had dyed your hair some combination of vivid rainbow colors. Your make-up was heavy, eyes done up a bit too dark for his liking. Namjoon just shrugged his shoulders, and continued talking.

“Wow. You really did it up this time huh? Anyway, here, I saved you a seat.” He moved his bag, allowing you to plop down beside him. You lugged your notebook and several pens out, placing them on the long table in front of you.

“Yeah. I wanted to stand out this first semester, you know, push the limits. Besides this is college, you can be whoever you want and no one will really care.” You situated yourself and waited for class to start. “You going to the party tonight?”

“The first weekend of college party? The one where everyone will be smashed out of their minds and not remember a damn thing tomorrow? Sure, I’m here for it.” He rolled his eyes. He knew he would go, just to keep an eye on you. He was your self appointed guardian, or so he thought of himself as such. You were always the outgoing one, the party-goer that was the life of the party. He always watched out for you, keeping all the horny seniors away with his threats of misery if they ever touched you. He would take you home at the end of the night, help you change into your pyjamas, and tuck you into bed. He would then set a glass of water by your bed for when you woke up.

The weekend was in full swing. You got ready with some of your roommates, opting for the skin tight black skirt that rode up a bit too high when you walked, the see through black netted tank with your lacy black bra underneath. You wore your black net stockings and black knee high boots to complete your look.

“Y/N. You will definitely knock some guy off his rocker tonight!” Che said from behind you as you smoothed over your outfit one last time. You kissed her cheek, downing the last of the glass of whiskey on your dresser.

“Let’s go fishing girls!” you screamed as you headed for the door, a huge grin on your bright red lips.

Fraternity row was bustling, people everywhere. There were jocks, preppies, bookworms, and the outsiders. Everyone mingled with each other, already going off in pairs.

Namjoon sat on the stairs of one fraternity, scanning the crowd for you. When he caught sight of you he shook his head. Tonight was not going to be fun for him, he could feel it in the air.

You mingled here and there, a red solo cup always full in your hand. You had last count after the fifth one, not caring how drunk you got tonight. This was the first night of the rest of your life, you thought. If only you knew then.

Come two a.m., Namjoon had finally found you for the umpteenth time. You were half laying on some guys lap, his hands caressing your arms in a way that made Namjoon’s stomach churn. The guy’s hand was inching its way to your barely covered breast. Namjoon grabbed his wrist, jerking it away at the last minute.

“Hey! What’s up? She’s mine tonight!” The stupidly drunk guy hollered.

“Yeah, Joonie! I’m his tonight! He’s gonna take me home, and then ya know what? We’re gonna-” Namjoon, covered your mouth with his hand, not wanting to hear the end of the statement.

“Joonie!” Your protest muffled by his hand. He removed it so you could continue. “Joonie. Really! I’m a big girl now! Just leave me alone. Imma gonna have some fun.”

Namjoon shook his head, leaving you without a word. You watched with hazy glazed eyes as he walked away. You left that night with that guy, and regretted it the next morning. You woke up with puke all over your bed and clothes, the guy naked and sprawled out on your twin bed. You hurried to the bathroom, emptying your stomach of last night’s contents. When you finished, you slowly made your way to the sink. What was looking back at you was a disaster. There was a bruise on your cheek, your make-up was smeared, and your hair, well that would take a week to untangle. You quickly washed your face, not liking the minimal improvement.

Namjoon stayed up all night, worrying about you. But you had made it very clear you didn’t want him to interfere. Instead, he waited until morning and texted you.

Namjoon

Wanted to make sure you got home okay

Your phone chirped, the sound making your hangover worse by the second. You picked it up, seeing Namjoon name in bold. You pulled up the text, rolling your eyes when you saw it.

Y/N

Yes dad. I’m home.

Namjoon saw your response, his heart breaking a little when he saw the condescending name you gave him.

The rotation of school and partying went on every week for the first full month of school. You stayed up late, trying to catch up, only to get further behind by the weekend. Namjoon watched over you from afar, never trying to save you from yourself.

After your fourth weekend of going home with some stranger, sometimes waking up in a place you didn’t know, you realized that you were sinking. You always had Namjoon to save you. He always took you home and cared for you. That was, until you told him you didn’t need him anymore. But you were sure he would come around eventually, right?

Like clockwork, he would check with you via text and that was all. He even avoided you in class. You were starting to miss him. But you weren’t sure why. Sure, you had made out with him when you were in high school. But it never went past the heavy petting and deep kissing. This particular morning, for some strange reason, you thought back to those days. Namjoon, sitting in his dorm, was doing the exact same thing.

Great minds always think alike.

Aye!

When I'm kissing ya, grippin' ya thigh

I realized you are destined and meant to be mine

Who am I to conflict with you living your life

Just know when you call

I'm at the end of the line

Damn those were the days. He knew from the first time he kissed you, he wanted you to be his. Unfortunately, his brain told him to ignore his heart, that you would never want to date him. He was a complete one-eighty from you. But he was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, when you needed someone to bounce ideas off of. He was THAT GUY. The friend-zoned friend.

I'll practice my patience

While you're getting wasted

'Til fate brings you home

I'll wait through your phases

You'll shuffle through phases

Like songs on your playlist

'Til fate brings you home

I'll wait through your phases

Namjoon waited for you to come around, but it seemed like it would never happen. After the first semester, you changed yourself once again. The novelty of partying was beginning to wear thin, the chance of you failing bringing you around. This time you were close to being the girl from your childhood. You hair was back to your natural color, your make-up softer, you personality friendlier. The two of you were starting to get back on track, until you met Jin. Once again, Namjoon had let the opportunity slip through his fingers to tell you how he felt. He was still there when you called him with news of your first date. He comforted you when you and Jin broke up. He even helped you get back up and back out there. When Jimin came along, he forced his fake smile, greeting Jimin with a cool ‘hello’. Namjoon was always there to pick you up and dust you off. He would always be THAT FRIEND. The friend that loved you in secret.

Hitting all the right cues

And you leaving your mark

But that ain't you (Ain't you)

You're just playing your cards, baby

Tryna fit in those shoes but you take it too far (Too far)

It doesn't matter where it takes you

I'll go wherever you are

Oh-oh

When you moved in with Jimin, Namjoon helped you move your belongings.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do? It’s a bit away from campus.”

“Joon, yes I am sure. I’ll get there on time. Seriously don’t worry about me. Thank you, but I am good, I promise.” You smiled at him, kissing his cheek quickly as you took the last box from him. When you had everything in its place, you and Jimin thanked him with a quick meal. Namjoon ate, then saw himself out as you settled in for your first night with Jimin. The next morning Namjoon set about finding a place close to you, for the just in case. He moved in his new place quietly, not letting you know.

I'll wait, I'll wait through your phases, phases

For you, I'll wait through your phases, phases

I'll wait, I'll wait

I'll wait through your phases, oh

It was three months later, Namjoon had settled into a routine of making sure you made it to class when you couldn’t get a ride, always telling you he was close by for whatever reason. You would talk about your future with Jimin, the plans the two of you had made. A future that didn’t seem to include him. Namjoon just smiled and nodded, telling you he was happy for you.

Yeah, I'm really tired of being soft-spoken

You got me broken

Writing songs about you daily and it's messing with my focus

You fucked with him but we both realize that he was bogus

I'm the one for you but why do I feel like I'm go unnoticed

I'm talking more than clothes hitting floors

We're falling off track but not the rack like a chore

The call came at three in the morning. Namjoon, blindly searched for his phone on his night stand.

“Hello?”

The sobs coming from the other end had him sitting up and wide awake in two seconds flat. You were crying, and the sound of your heart being wrenched from your chest had his nerves on high alert.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He waited as you tried to halt your tears enough to speak.

“He. Jimin. He’s been cheating on me!” The keen wail emitted from your chest had Namjoon jumping out of bed and looking for his clothes.

“I’m on my way. Just tell me where you are.”

“At the park.” You had left your ideal lie of a home, seeking solitude and to cry. Your dreams were shattered, your future destroyed in one singular moment.

Namjoon found you sitting on the swings, rocking back and forth, shoulders shaking with each sob that echoed through the night air. He came up beside you, sitting in the swing next to you. He didn’t say anything letting you guide the conversation when you were ready.

You sat in silence, afraid to say something. You knew that you had taken him for credit all this time. You knew he was always there, even after you told him to leave you alone. You thought back to all the times he was watching and waiting, your knight in shining armor. The one you put on the back burner while you lived your life and he patiently let you forget about him and your friendship.

Oh look, another butterfly, feel it in my core

Even though you ain't mine it's the fact that I'm yours

It's the fact my life ain't complete without yours

It's the fact that at night I be trying to ignore

Catching overseas flights just to knock on your door

“I’m sorry Joonie. I didn’t mean to have you come out here this late. I just needed someone to talk to.” You finally looked up at him. The look in his eyes made your breath hitch in your throat. He was tired, hair still a mess from sleeping, but he was there. He was always there when you called. He would traverse the earth if you asked him to. He would weather any storm, sail every sea, fly across the world if you just called him. He was THAT MAN. The man that would fight the world for you, if you only asked.

'Cause you put my planet in orbit

But, star girl your body's so soft

Look, I promise you, baby, I'm sober

Just wait 'til you give in and finally come over

I can't wait to tell you

I told ya, I told ya, I told ya

“Let’s go home, Y/N. I’ll fix you some breakfast and coffee. We can talk there.”

You looked at him, confused.

“Go home? Have you been drinking Joon? I’m not going back home.”

“Silly, home with me. Like I would let you step foot back in that place with his cheating worthless ass. He doesn’t know what he had.” You chuckled, though half-heartedly.

“You’re right. He doesn’t does he?” Namjoon stood and took your hand, helping you up. It felt so right, your hand in his. Like it was home. HE drove you to his place, laughing nervously when you asked how long he lived so close to you.

“Do you think I would let you go on some hairbrained escapade and not be there to catch you when you fall? Y/N, I will always be close by for you. I will always be there for you. Always.” He led you inside, sitting you on the couch and covering your lap with his blanket. Your favorite blanket of his. The blanket you always curled up under when you were with him.

“You still have this old thing?” You asked. He was in the kitchen, making coffee.

“How could I get rid of your blanket? You would kill me if I threw that thing out.” He was right. It was basically your blanket, since you were the one that claimed it every time you came over when you were younger. That blanket held so many memories.

“Thank you Joon, for everything. I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming.” You sighed heavily. Namjoon came back in carrying two mugs of steaming hot coffee.

“I tried to tell you, Y/N. Remember when you first moved in with him? I asked you if you were sure. I wanted to tell you that I didn’t feel right about it, but you wouldn’t let me. “

“I know. I know I should have always listened to you. You have always been there for me, Joon. Why?” He gazed at you, finding the strength within to tell you how he felt. If he didn't, he knew he never would.

“Because. Even with everything you have done, I have loved you. Every turn, every change, every thing. All the phases, I have loved you through every one. I will always love you.”

You jaw dropped, your eyes wide, as you took in what he was saying.

“Always? You have always loved me? Even when? Even when I did all those things?” You suddenly felt embarrassed and shy. He had been there through all your highs and especially through every low. “But. But why?”

“You are my entire world, Y/N. WIthout you, I’m not complete. I would have stayed by you until the end, if it meant having you in my life, in some way. I will always love you, It has always been you.” He poured his heart out to you. It was your turn to be there for him as he cried, telling you the pain he felt when you pushed him away. How his heart broke for you every time yours broke.

“Joonie. I’m so sorry. I wish you would have told me. I would never have put you through all of this. I would have saved us both so much grief if you had told me sooner.”

Both of us? What do you mean?” you took his hand in yours, holding it to your chest.

“I never told you how I felt because you never let on that you had feelings for me. All of those others were because I was trying to fill a place that was empty. That place was only for you. I have loved you since forever, Namjoon. I will always love you.”

“You know, for us to be educated college students, we were pretty dumb huh?”

“Maybe, but at least we wised up, and found each other at last.” You leaned close, your lips just a hairsbreadth from his. “How about we see if we can remember how each other kisses?” With that, you pressed your lips to his. It was soft, natural. It was home. You and Namjoon, together, was the final phase you would ever go through.

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