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Remoras Full Chapter LXXXII: Swimming With the Sharks

He pulled his sword out and Astraea fell to the floor. At the same time, I gave the wall another good whack and it finally started to crack, until it all shattered. Aion had began to walk away, as maybe there was an exit in the back, but as much as he shouldn’t have gotten away, something else was more important.

I fell to her side, dropped my hammer, and held her in my arms. She wasn’t heavy at all. It was like there was nothing to her anymore.

“Please. Please. I know you can get up. I know you can heal from this. I know you,” I cried and begged, but none of them had any effect. My tears fell onto her. I thought for a second they could have been magical and crying on her would wake her up. But it didn’t.

My breathing got fast and the tears got heavier. My face stretched and I was making sounds now, but not whole words. I just shook there.

This can’t happen. There has to be some miracle, something that would fix this.

“Get away from her,” Aion said in a low voice.

I turned and looked up at him. He was close to me, and he had his sword pointed at me. I let go of her and held onto my hammer. No matter what happened, I’d defend myself from him.

“I can’t promise you that thing is fully dead. For your own safety, get away,” he warned.

“Shut up! You’re the one who did this!” I yelled at him. He didn’t move from his spot.

“Move. I’m not afraid to kill a child. I’ve done it before.”

“Grr!” I growled at him and held my hammer tighter.

The others behind me were about to rush in and beat him up, but they stopped as soon as their weapons broke down into little tiny pieces.

“Wh...what?” Demetria looked down at her broken down switchblade knife that had fallen into bits of metal before fading away into dust.

The same happened with Remora’s pole, and Nemesis’s armor. Her sword, too.

“Oh, right. Now that the angel’s dead, your weapons are no more. Thought that would be obvious, but I guess not,” Aion shrugged. “Either way, there should be no more threats to humanity. You may hate me, may even think of me as evil, but at least the world is safe. Now --”

He got punched in the face. At first I thought it was Nemesis, but no: it was Ray.

“Hey! What gives, Ray?!” Aion rubbed his cheek, “that actually kinda hurt.”

“Do you have any idea what you did?! My daughter’s a wreck because of you! That was her best friend!”

“I told you this play wasn’t child friendly! What were YOU thinking?!” Aion shouted back.

My face was wet and my mouth felt queasy. Like I was about to throw up everywhere. Worse, there was a shaking feeling.

The shaking was on the outside. I opened my eyes, still blurred out from the tears, and Astrea’s head, it leaned back before its mouth opened wide.

“Astraea?” I asked.

Out from her mouth shot out a long, black vine that went higher and higher and broke through the ceiling. More vines formed from within the vines until it was thicker, almost like tree bark. Like a tree was about to take root.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Aion said while looking up. I got a good look at him and he looked really surprised. His mouth hung low. He adjusted his suit and began to take a few steps back. “Guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Before he got on that stage and behind that curtain, a vine fell over him and squished him. I couldn’t believe it, and the vine that fell spread out until it looked like it was burrowing into the ground and taking root.

Ray pulled me up by the back of my collar.

“We have to go!” He shouted.

“But Astraea!”

“I know,” he shook his head and frowned.

He carried me away in his arms as we all ran out. I waved my hands behind him and wanted to reach for Astraea, but I was too far. I kept crying on the way back, even as everything fell behind us. All the pillars, all the bricks, they all fell and the sky outside was poking in.

A few days later:

It’s been weird. I haven’t eaten much. Hecate has made me some soup. Others have tried to make food for me, too. I just don’t feel good when I try to eat.

When we first came back home from that awful place, we were all shaken and looked bad. I had some of Astraea’s blood on my denim overalls and my tie-dye shirt underneath. Things got weird right away.

“What was that tree thing?” Nemesis asked. “And where did my armor go?”

“It came out of Astraea,” I said, even though I wanted to be quiet.

“Astraea? Who’s that?”

“My best friend! She just died!” I shouted at her and tears filled my face again.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

I ran off into my room. She didn’t try to follow.

Over the next couple of days, people would see me in a bad mood and ask what was wrong. I told them that it was obvious and that Astraea died, so of course I’d be sad, but they would only ask who she was or be confused. Not just Nemesis or Hecate or Proserpina or Calen or Cael, but people who should have known her.

“Don’t know who that is, sorry,” Demetria said.

“You know her! You met her! You’ve been suspicious of her this whole time and Aion killed her!”

“I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that,” she squinted and crossed her arms, “he seems like a bad guy. Just the vibe I get.”

“But don’t you know why?”

“Yeah. He, uh. We were all there. You were upset and Ray said we needed to go to Khaldaia, and then he was there and…”

“And?”

She scrunched up her face and put her hand on her head.

“I don’t know! I know it was something, okay?”

She walked away and she looked frustrated.

Then, there was the same with Remora:

“Have you talked about Astraea before? I don’t recall.”

“Yes! She died! Why are you doing this?” I thought maybe they were all joking around. But no, Remora looked confused, and more so than her usual confused look.

“Who was she?”

“My friend! She was...um...an angel, I guess.”

Remora leaned back in her seat and looked worried.

“What kind of angel do you mean?”

“You should know this! Those spooky outer space things!”

“But...if that’s possible...then she’s not dead, and we have much worse things to worry about.”

“No! Stop that!”

Not even Ray was any help. And he should have known, right? He was there. He pulled me out to safety. But he was no good too:

“Do you remember a few days ago when we left that golden place?” I asked him. He wasn’t at his usual desk. He was upstairs, way upstairs, in the bedroom. My heart shook. I was already expecting to be let down.

“Yeah. It collapsed. I was so scared I’d lose you,” he sat at the edge of his bed. He looked worn out. “I still don’t know what happened to Sunny or if I’ll ever see her again. This whole thing has been out of my control. I should have never let him in.”

“You lost Sunny and I lost Astraea.”

“You lost someone too?” He asked.

There it was. He forgot too. Even though he was there. Next to me. He said he knew when he left, didn’t he? So why wasn’t he acting like he knew now?

I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t, and I just nodded while tears filled my eyes.

“Yeah.”

I remember him hugging me. I don’t think it really helped.

Everyone forgot about her. At first I thought it was a mean prank, but no one seemed to ever say, “just kidding,” and besides, it would have been really mean to do so anyway. But it was also mean to forget, wasn’t it? And if they all forgot…

...why didn’t I?

After a while, I stopped bringing her up.

The others could still tell something was wrong and that I felt bad, so I just made things up whenever they did. Like, “grandma got sick and I want her to get better,” or if I wanted to be more honest, I’d say, “I miss Sunny.” Everyone remembered Sunny, and I really did miss her. But I was the only one who missed Sunny and Astraea.

If I thought things would get any better at home, they didn’t.

First, there was the flight. Cybele was nice enough. I couldn’t remember if she ever met Astraea, but I know she’d forget anyway, so I didn’t bring her up. Still, as we went up in the sky, I saw that series of vines, I saw the tree going higher and higher into the sky, with many branches stretching out. Maybe eventually they would block out the clouds, and the sun, and…

I didn’t know what it was, but I could tell Aion was wrong about something: he didn’t kill an angel, he just took away my friend.

He might have died too. One of those things fell on him, after all. That part was weird, too, because if he knew all that about her, shouldn’t he have known that something like that would happen? I would have said that it was good that he died and that it was revenge and that we were even now, but we weren’t. She still died and he got to get away.

At home, grandma and grandpa were happy to see me. So was Fetch. He wagged his tail and licked me. That didn’t make me happy.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Grandma asked me.

“Is Astraea here?” I asked. I should have known better. No one back at the other home remembered her.

“Who?”

“My sister. My friend. Is she in my room?”

“Hun. You’re the only one who lives here. That’s how it’s always been.”

I knew that wasn’t true. But nobody else could figure it out.

I ran into my room, only to find that she wasn’t there: her clothes were there, some in the laundry basket, some on the floor. There was clothes of hers in the dresser drawer. The blankets, the plushie, the video game thing, they were all on the bottom bunk of the bed. Nothing was changed from when I left. Except that she wasn’t there to greet me.

“Astraea! Where are you?” I shouted.

Grandma and grandpa came running in.

“Oh, what’s all the fuss? Everything OK?” Grandpa asked.

“This bunk bed!” I pointed up. “Why do we have it if I’m the only kid here?”

I know I must have looked mad, and it did make me really mad that no one seemed to remember. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t that the least anyone could do? To just remember. But I wasn’t just mad, I didn’t want to give up. I thought if I tried hard enough, maybe someone could remember.

“It’s just something we have,” he said and looked confused.

“But we don’t have it for no reason! You built it, remember?”

Grandpa looked at grandma.

“Did I? I thought for sure we bought it at the store.”

“I don’t remember going to the store for it, or you bringing it home,” grandma corrected, “maybe we just always had it.”

I stomped my foot.

“Hey. There’s no reason for that,” grandpa waved his hand out and gave a nervous laugh.

“It was a single bed! You added another bed to it so Astraea wouldn’t sleep on the floor! There was me and there was Astraea! You let her live here with me even though you didn’t know her because you knew how important she was to me!”

“Are you making things up again?” Grandma smiled. It was so rude.

“No! I’m not!”

“We wouldn’t just let someone we didn’t know live here. That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” grandma shook her head.

“But you did!” I cried. “you liked her too, didn’t you? She may have been weird, but she was nice, too!”

“I just...I don’t know,” grandma scratched her head.

“I guess it would explain the bunk bed, but…” Grandpa sounded concerned, too.

It was useless. I ran past them and out of the house. They tried to grab me but I was too strong and too fast. I went out into the back yard and fell into the grass and cried.

Grandma and grandpa didn’t try to follow me out.

But something nudged against me. A poke?

“Is that you...Astraea?” I asked, and looked over.

But instead, I got a lick on my cheek and saw Fetch.

“Oh. It’s just you, Fetch. I bet you don’t remember her, either. I don’t think you two were very close.”

I sat up, my knees folded, and I looked down. I wouldn’t stop crying even if no one else remembered.

Fetch put his face in my lap and closed his eyes. I knew it didn’t help, but I petted the top of his head anyway.

I laughed a little.

“I can’t believe I thought you were Astraea,” I wiped away tears from my face. “I guess I keep expecting her to be around even though I saw her die. She had a lot of powers, so that’s weird, too. Shouldn’t she have been able to stop it? I know I’m mad at that Aion guy, but I’m mad at her, too. Why would she let that happen? Why would…”

I stopped petting him.

“I don’t know what’s worse: that I still remember her and expect her to show up again or that everyone else has forgotten her as if she never existed.”

Of course, the weirdness didn’t end there. It only started there.

At school, no one else remembered her. But it also wasn’t like they forgot her, either.

“Ready to fight after school?” Hammond ran up to me and put his fist in his palm. Rhubarb was right behind him and caught him in a headlock.

“I think I’m going to skip wrestling club today,” I told them.

“What? Why?”

“Because…” I wasn’t going to make the same mistake as before. I could make something up, though. “Because I want to spend time with my sister.”

“Oh, yeah. Ashley, right?”

What? Ashley?

“Really? I thought her name was Alexa,” Rhubarb said.

“No. I clearly remember. We were at her place once. It’s Asher!”

“Neither of you have been to my house,” I shook my head.

“Really? Huh.”

That was more than forgetting, wasn’t it? Well, I tried to forget about it, and maybe they were just being weird for other reasons, but when I went to class, I noticed there was an empty seat in the back. The teacher called everyone’s names.

“Tigershark?” The teacher asked.

“Here,” I said.

“Azzzzzzzt,” her mouth made little static noises and it looked for a moment like wires hung from the teacher’s mouth.

I looked over to the empty desk, but it wasn’t all empty. It looked like little bits of static were jumping around and lots of rectangles danced about in different colors. I thought I could see the outline of something, but…

“Okay, class! Pay attention! We have many lessons to get to!” The teacher clapped. I looked back at the teacher, and there were no wires in her mouth. I raised my hand.

“Yes?”

“Who’s name did you call after mine?”

“What do you mean? Yours was the last name I called.”

“Oh. Right,” I lowered my hand.

But it wasn’t. I heard something.

I tried to think of other things. Other weird stuff happened over the next couple of days, but the first day back at school was the worst. Everyone forgot after that.

I should have too. It was easier to forget, right? But I didn’t want to.

See, everyone else lost their weapons, but I kept my hammer. Why? Astraea gave it to me, just like all those other weapons came from her. And they were all gone. Maybe mine didn’t have magical powers, but shouldn’t it have broken down?

Well, okay. Not weird enough.

I don’t think the world wanted to forget, either.

The tree thing that was left back at the arctic grew bigger and I only knew because I saw it even from grandma and grandpa’s house. It was getting wider, and yet it didn’t block the sky at all. The tree was dark green, but sometimes it was brown and sometimes it was red. It didn’t have leaves. Sometimes the tree got blue and purple. Branches grew off from each other. Sometimes the roots slammed down.

Little cracks in the ground formed. I thought I would get sucked in, but I didn’t. Grass grew over the cracks, but sometimes it didn’t and instead flame would shoot out. But the fire turned to ice as soon as it got in the sky.

I saw all this in my front and backyard.

I don’t know how I could see so far away and that the ground shook sometimes was scary, but I ended up not being hurt. It looked like everything was being split into many pieces. It looked like it was hurting itself in its confusion.

I went into my room and saw the note that I left on the bottom bunk. It was still there. Grandma and grandpa never touched it and I forgot all about it. But it was still there.

Some friend I am. I forgot about something as important as that.

I picked up the note. Maybe the words were different because everyone else was weird and forgetting she exists, so maybe the words did too? But no, it was the same:

“Sorry we didn’t get to say bye to each other this morning. I was surprised when I saw you sleeping but I didn’t want to wake you. Maybe we can call each other sometime this week? I know how moody you get when I rush out the door, and I like to say bye to you too. Ok bye now.”

Big, wet teardrops fell onto the note and I shut my eyes tight. The ink smeared and didn’t look readable anymore. So what did I do? I crumpled the note and shoved it in my pocket.

That note didn’t say her name on it, but I knew it was for her.

Stupid note. Stupid me. I should have written more. There was a lot I should have said, but even if I said all those things, she still wouldn’t hear them.

Why would she let herself get killed like that? No, I know it was that guy’s fault, but still. She must have sensed him. She must have known that someone would want to kill her. So if she did, why did she still get killed?

I was starting to get really mad. Not that I wasn’t already mad whenever I thought about how others had forgotten her. No, this was different. This was weird, my own weird.

I stomped out the house. Grandma stopped me before I made it outside.

“I know you’re upset about something, but please don’t stomp in the house.”

I looked up at her. Yes, I probably looked really mean and angry, but I knew it wasn’t her fault. It was whatever it was that made her forget.

“Sorry. I just need to go outside for a bit,” I told her.

She looked kinda sad, but nodded.

“Yeah. Just make sure to come back inside for dinner.”

I had a marker in my pocket, along with the note. I already knew what I had to do, because if no one else would do it, I sure as hell would.

Grandpa saw me stomping my way to the far end of the yard. He had been outside with his straw hat and sundress and was pruning some of the bushes.

“What’s the rush, honey?” He asked.

“I need a big rock and a stick. And some tape.”

“This an art project?”

“Something like that,” I grunted.

I already knew there was a big rock at the far end of the yard, tucked in a corner and next to our wood fence. We had a big yard, but it didn’t take that long to walk through.

The front door squeaked open. I waited to get to work until grandpa came by with the supplies, and from the corner of my eye, I saw grandpa.

He bent down and dropped a stick and a roll of clear tape.

“What’s all this for?” He asked.

“I’m remembering someone.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. A friend at school died.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear anything about that.”

“Most didn’t.”

“Well,” he gave me a pat on the back, “I understand things like this are hard. Take all the time you need. If you stay out past dinner, we’ll save you a plate.”

“Thanks, grandpa, but this won’t take long.”

He walked away and I got to work:

First, I broke the stick into two pieces.

Second, I taped the smaller piece to the top of the bigger piece until it looked like it made a ‘t’ shape.

Third, I set the ‘t’ stick on the rock and taped it over, and then in my other hand took the note and spread it out over the stick. The wind blew it away, but the stick (and my hand) held it in place. So I taped the corners of the note against the rock.

Fourth, I got my marker and wrote down over the sheet of paper and the stick, near the top of the rock:

“ASTRAEA”

Yeah, maybe some of the letters were all squiggly and sloppy, but it was the thought that counts. All I needed was her name, anyway. That way, even if the rain got the paper all wet and I couldn’t read the note anymore, the name would still be there and all I had to do was read the name and all the words of the note would come back to me. And maybe other words, too.

There actually wasn’t any rain at the moment. It was very sunny.

Oh. I miss her too.

But it was also bright, and that I think made me feel like I should have been happy. Like I did a good thing and I could be happy again. But if that was really supposed to work, I must have had some magical powers that made it not work, because I started crying really hard again.

“I miss you. Every day. I’m so sorry. I should have spent more time with you. Maybe if I slept hugging you, that would have saved you. I don’t know what to do. Maybe you wanted to go and you didn’t want to worry me? But I should have been able to hear you. All I know is that you’re gone.”

I cried harder and my head was against the rock and the tears probably got the note all wet.

“I know you’re gone. But that doesn’t matter because to me you still exist. You should exist! Even if the world or everyone else doesn’t want you to, I do!”

My arms were now over my head, because it was hard putting my forehead on a rock.

“I’m hurting. The world is hurting. Please come back, Astraea. If you’re out there in the stars, or if you’re up top that big tree thing, please hear me. My angel.”

I think I got all my tears out because I wasn’t crying as hard. I didn’t have trouble breathing, either. I stood up.

Nothing was different.

Not that I expected anything to be. It was just a wish I had. I know she wasn’t a genie. Could a dead genie grant a wish? I guess it depended on how genies worked. I never met one.

When I opened the front door, the wood inside kept appearing and going away. The inside looked like what I imagined a burned down building looked like: everywhere was just black outlines and sometimes solid, but also very black. Everywhere that had stuff like table, TV, couch, walls, still existed, just that sometimes they blinked out and they were always black like coal.

Grandma walked through the kitchen which kept changing shapes and walls kept moving around. She had a casserole dish in her hand and it looked like a pot pie, or maybe a fruit pie? But then a bowl of macaroni. Then a meatloaf.

“Astrid!” She called out.

“Astrid?” I took a step in and asked.

“There you are, darling,” grandma looked at me and she looked the same, except when parts of her went invisible. “Can you tell your sister, Aurelia, that it’s time to eat?”

“My…” I couldn’t get other words out. Instead, my eyes turned to the hallway where there was a blog moving about and it looked like TV static. A mouth or a black nothingness opened wide in the blob, and then I saw the same thing with grandma.

It startled me so bad I took a step back and fell over onto the porch.

“Honey? Are you okay?” It was grandma’s voice. I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to see the house, or that blob.

But she looked down and I looked up and grandma was her normal big self with her big poofy hair and her pink flower printed blouse and apron.

“Sorry! I tripped,” I blinked a few times. She was grandma, all right. “Is dinner ready?”

“No, not yet. Still working on it. Why, are you hungry?”

“A little.”

I lied. I wasn’t hungry at all. Not even a little. But I knew she must have put a lot of work into whatever she cooked. I just hoped that she would stay real long enough for us to enjoy a meal.

I crawled back from where I was sitting and grandma shut the door behind me.

When I got up and turned around, Astraea was there.

I gasped and almost fell back down. That would have been bad!

I blinked. A lot.

She was still there each time.

She couldn’t have been there, especially not after everyone forgot about her, but there was that messy, long white hair, and her white dress with little frills and strings and even a gray cloak over her. Like how she looked when I first met her.

The only difference was that she was floating. Her feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Astraea? Is that really you?” I asked. I wanted to cry but I also wanted to smile wide. But was it real?

She tilted her head.

“Can you say anything? Are you cursed not to talk?”

Her head got lower. Almost like it was going to fall off.

“I was called here. Why?” She said and almost sounded the same as Astraea, echo and all. Except the echoes went on as if every word was said at least four times, and each time her words echoed, they sounded like different voices. Some low and some high.

It didn’t sound right. I don’t know why, but she sounded like she should have had one voice, even if it echoed.

“I...I missed you! You died and everyone forgot about you, but I didn’t!”

She shook her head, which still hung low but it looked like there was another head up top. Her head hung low also made me think of a clock ticking, or a pendulum.

“I cannot die. I also wasn’t forgotten, because I shouldn’t be known unless I allow myself to be known. Also, you never knew me.”

It was my turn to be confused.

“What do you mean? We’re best friends! We’re sisters! We pinky promise things!”

Her face didn’t change except her white eyebrows got low.

“Why would I be friends with a human? Humans are but a speck upon a speck. Compared to me, you’re not even an ant, not even a grain of sand. But something much smaller than that, something much less significant.”

“But you still found us interesting! Don’t you remember?”

“I don’t need to remember anything. I know all that I have ever known. If I forgot about you, that must mean that you were never worth remembering.”

I wanted to get mad. This Astraea was all weird, too. But maybe she even forgot about herself?

“If you’re not Astraea, why are you in that form?”

She didn’t talk at first. She held out her palms and looked down. When she looked up and back at me (and there was only one head this time) her face looked like it was frozen shut. But she opened it to say:

“Why am I...small?” She asked herself, or me. “To degrade myself down to your size. It makes no sense.”

“It must be because you wanted to see me again!”

She turned around and saw the big tree that was all the way up in the arctic and looked like it was getting bigger.

“That is the rest of me. But why is it there and not among the stars? Why would I be down here? And there must be some reason that I appeared before you. Something must have gone wrong.”

She turned back to me and looked like she wanted me to tell her something. So I did.

“Maybe if you remember, you’ll know what happened?” I guessed. “Maybe I can help you remember!”

I was happy to help her remember, too. I decided not to tell her about Aion yet as that might have just gave her bad memories. So I wouldn’t tell her how she died or anything like that. Just the stuff that mattered.

“It appears there are gaps in my memory. I will follow you for now,” she said.

“Great! I’ll show you around!”

I opened the door. Grandpa was laying on the couch and taking a nap.

“This is grandpa. He likes to garden and sometimes he even builds things.”

Astraea didn’t say anything to that.

I walked over to the kitchen. Grandma was next to the stove and heating up a pot of green beans.

“This is grandma. She likes to cook and dance and watch weird TV shows like Naturally Super.”

“Are you talking to someone, dear?” Grandma turned and asked. She smiled and her smile got wider when she saw me smiling. Grandma didn’t see Astraea next to me, which was weird, but not as weird as the other things have been.

“Yeah! My imaginary friend! I just made her up! Her name’s Astraea!” I said without thinking. If everyone forgot her, was it so bad?

“Imaginary friend, but she’s your...imaginary friend, yes.”

It seemed like grandma was close to remembering. That was good, but she didn’t remember all the way.

“We’ll let her cook for now,” I pointed out into the hallway. “I gotta show you our room.”

Astraea still didn’t talk and only floated behind me.

When we got into our room, I pointed at the bunk bed first.

“This bottom bunk is yours. I sleep on the top bunk. Sometimes, we have shared the same bed, but we don’t always. I think I should sleep with you more just to keep you safe!”

My heartbeat got faster. It was maybe a bad idea to suggest she needed to be kept safe. If she asked why she needed to be, what could I say?

I crawled onto the bottom bunk and grabbed the Sothis plushie.

“This is yours. You really like her.”

I went under the pillow and found her Nintendo Switch.

“This is what you play video games on. Sometimes you play too much and don’t do your homework.”

I got off the bed and went over to the dresser. I opened up some drawers.

“Your clothes are in here. Some of these clothes are mine, but not all of them.”

There wasn’t anything else to show her in the room so I walked out. We were going to go back outside, but then I saw Fetch stretched out and sleeping under the dining room table.

“This is Fetch, by the way. He’s our doggy. He’s really big and strong and likes to run around a lot. You don’t like to take him on walks much.”

We were back outside now and the sun was really bright. I thought I did a good job and smiled wide, but when she floated around me, I noticed that she bumped into the hinges of the door and there must have been a piece of wood sticking out, because when she stood in front of me, there was a cut on her bare arm. Also, her cloak wasn’t on her anymore.

“Astraea! You got a cut! I’ll get a bandage and…”

She looked down at her arm where the cut was. It wasn’t very deep, but it was red.

“How? Nothing should hurt me. I should not feel pain. Not even something as little as this.”

“I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

Her face looked angry now. She came closer to me and put her hands on her shoulders and shook me.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” She demanded and the whole house behind us shook. It looked like it was about to collapse, and then...it was split in half.

I didn’t know if grandma or grandpa or Fetch were okay, only that the house was split down the middle and fell over. Even if they were okay, I didn’t know if we could live there any more. I wanted to go to them, but this Astraea held on tight.

“I didn’t do anything, Astraea! I swear!”

“Wrong...that’s not my name! I have no need for a name! The only thing you have proven to me is that there must indeed be gaps in my memory! I have to figure this out!”

She disappeared. Didn’t float, either. Just went away. I thought I wouldn’t see her again, but she was there not even a couple seconds later.

“I see now,” she said without waiting for me to tell her anything. I felt really worried and swallowed spit. This Astraea was scarier than I remembered.

“Did you find out what happened?” I asked.

“Yes. I awakened incomplete, with a piece of me missing.”

“What about Astraea?”

“There is no Astraea! That was only a work of fiction. Now I exist, and once I find my missing piece, I will do with this world as I please!”

Her face was a wide grin and it looked really mean. She flew before I could say anything else to her.

I didn’t turn around. I didn’t know what the house would look like when I did, but I knew I wasn’t ready. Fetch walked beside me and sat next to me. I asked something, even though I knew Fetch wouldn’t say anything back:

“What did I do?”

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Patton’s Home for Traumatized Kids - Chapter Three

New School and Friendships

Chapter Summary: Roman has his first day in a new district while some bonds are strengthened.

First Chapter Previous Chapter Story Masterlist

Warnings: Past abuse mentions, mentions of hidden cameras, anxiety, some bullying, crying, and food mentions

Chapter Word Count: 5,860

Taglist: @shade-romeo, @grayson-22, @pixelated-pineapple, @acrobaticcatfeline, @astrozei, @edupunkn00b, @princey-7258

“Hey, dad?”

“Yeah?” Roman’s dad turned to face him. Roman felt his whole body start to shake.

“You know how you said that…I could ask for anything from you? Since, uh- since you didn’t know what present to get me last time?”

His dad smiled in a way so normal it was disturbing. “Got an idea?”

“Yeah, uh…I want a canopy bed.”

His dad’s face dropped, and Roman could feel the anxiety and regret bloom through his chest. “You know why I can’t do that, Roman.”

“Please? I know it’s probably a bit much to replace my whole bed frame, but I could make my own canopy for cheaper! I’ve already looked at a bunch of ways online how, I just need you to buy the materials-”

“It’s a no.” Roman’s dad looked angry, and Roman would’ve done anything to run the other direction at that moment. To burst out the door and never come back. “Nice try, Roman, but I’m not stupid. Come back when you have a better idea.”

Roman blinked to fight back the tears. “…I’m sorry.”

“Go back to your room.”

Roman ran up the stairs as fast as he could, wishing more than anything that there was a lock on his door. Instead, Roman took his desk chair and propped it against the knob for some kind of security, curling into the corner of his room as he shook and tugged at his hair.

He tried to block out the knowledge of the security camera on his shelf, hidden well but not well enough, pointed right at his bed.

***

Several fast knocks came onto Roman’s bedroom door, waking him up with a jerk. He groggily pushed open the curtain in front of his head to grab his phone and look at the time. Six o’clock on the dot, it read. Ugh.

The knocking on the door didn’t stop, and Roman whined. “What?” He called out.

“Get dressed, we need to leave the house by 6:30.” He heard Logan call back.

“Fine, fine.” Roman pushed the curtains out of the way and practically rolled out of bed, grabbing the clothes he’d organized for himself the night before. He put on a pair of jeans with a white and red t-shirt, nothing fancy but fancy enough for a first day surrounded by strangers. He grabbed his backpack and put his phone and some earbuds in his pocket before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

“Morning, kiddo!” Patton chirped as he made breakfast, “Didja sleep well?”

“Yes, I did.” That was a lie. He had some strange dream where his dad was also there, and he only managed to calm down and fall back asleep an hour ago. He still couldn’t stop thinking about it, even if the dream was hazy now.

“Good to hear! Be ready by 6:30 so I can drive all of you to the school. Then once you get there, you can ask about your schedule at the office.” Patton laid down a plate of bagels with cream cheese and strawberries in front of Roman, so Roman began to eat.

Once he finished his breakfast, Roman rushed back upstairs to style his hair and brush his teeth before they had to leave. As he brushed his teeth, he stared at the shower to the left of him and sighed. He touched his hair, feeling the grease slick onto his fingers.

He really needed to shower. He hadn’t showered since he got here, and with how thick his hair was it was really starting to gross him out. He hated feeling greasy and grimy, but Roman hadn’t checked the bathroom for cameras yet and he refused to shower until he did. Though, he knew that was also just an excuse. Roman also felt too tired to take care of himself.

Just brush your teeth, he thought, they told you that if you can’t shower, at least brush your teeth. Greasy hair can be fixed, cavities are expensive.

He spit out the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed out his mouth. He grabbed some face wash and decided to use it as quickly as he could to hold back the gross feeling he felt. It would help him feel a little cleaner, at least. A little more presentable for the first day.

A loud bang came onto the door. “Roman, hurry up!” Virgil called out, “Some of us need to piss!”

“Just a second!” Roman vigorously splashed water on his face and quickly dried it with a towel, rushing out of the bathroom so that Virgil could run in. He sighed again, walking downstairs to wait on the couch until it was time to go.

“Alrighty, everyone got everything?” Patton eventually asked, making Roman crack open the eyes he didn’t even realize he closed. Patton smiled and clapped his hands together when his response was tired hums of agreement. “Perfect! To the car!”

All three kids bunched themselves together in the back of Patton’s car, Roman and Virgil at the window seats while poor Logan was squished in the middle. Roman squeezed his legs together so he could fit his backpack between Logan and himself, acting as a barrier so Logan couldn’t touch him. It was uncomfortable, but it was what Roman had to do.

“So, Roman, are you excited?” Patton asked, making Roman open his eyes again to look at Patton through the rearview mirror. Roman leaned his head against the window.

“More nervous. I’ve never been to a new school before.”

“Well, hopefully you can make lots of friends here! The school is pretty big, so there are certainly lots of options!” Patton laughed at himself and Roman closed his eyes again.

We’ll see about that.

Eventually, after a failed attempt of getting in some extra minutes of sleep before school, Roman felt the car come to a stop. He opened his eyes and looked out the window to see the front of the large school building, kids with smiling faces talking to each other as they walked inside while others looked tired yet excited. Roman wasn’t feeling it.

“Alright, kiddos, have fun!” Patton exclaimed, “Remember to check in with the office for your schedule, Roman!”

All the kids started to pile out of the car, grabbing their bags off the floor to rush inside. Once they were all out, Patton’s car drove away to head for work.

Roman looked at the building as Logan and Virgil walked inside. It seemed huge compared to his old school, where the county was much more rural than here. They still had twenty minutes until school started and kids were already swarming in from multiple entrances, both from the main entrance and other doors connected around the building. Roman walked inside and held his arms close to himself, desperate not to be shoved around by the other students.

The office was fairly easy to find, considering there was a giant sign over the door in bold, white letters reading Office. Roman opened the door and stepped inside to get in line, feeling a little bit better that he wasn’t the only student having first day issues. The line shrank very quickly until it was Roman’s turn to ask questions, being faced with an old lady who could either be very sweet or the rudest person in the building. Roman could never tell.

“Uh, I’m a new kid at this school, and my guardian told me to come here to get my schedule?” Roman asked.

“Name.” Okay, well, rude it was, then.

“Roman Goldsberry.”

The desk worker didn’t respond, only typed something on her computer and didn’t make eye contact. “Next door to your left of that entrance is the counselor’s office. Your counselor is Mrs. Walters and she’ll call for you shortly.”

“Okay, thank you.” Roman had never scurried out of an office so quickly in his life. So much for a great first impression.

In the other office, Roman sat on a waiting chair and awkwardly glanced at all the college items they had hung up on the walls, waiting until his name would be called. The school day hasn’t even started yet, what’s taking them so long?

Roman drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair and waited. There was a lot of college stuff in this room. Granted, high school’s whole thing was trying to take you to college, his old school was the exact same. And he should really start thinking about that stuff since he’s a sophomore now. He only had two more years left after this, but it’s not like he could go anyway. He wasn’t even supposed to graduate high school, let alone college.

Besides, his dream was stupid anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“Roman Goldsberry?” A voice called out, taking Roman out of his thoughts. Roman stood up to follow the counselor into her office.

“I’m Mrs. Walters, and it’s nice to meet you Roman!” She said cheerily as she sat at her desk with Roman sitting right in front of her. “Your schedule was a bit last minute to pull together, but I tried my hardest based on your last school’s transcript and your test scores from last standardized testing. All I need is to schedule some extra electives for you. You have advanced English 12, advanced geometry, advanced biology, and world history. You can also choose Spanish 3 here if you wish to continue that. You also still need your gym credit, so you can take regular PE or strength training. I also have a list of other electives here if you want to look at that.”

“Yeah, I can look.” The counselor handed Roman a paper of all the electives organized by their subject. Well, Roman definitely wanted to continue Spanish, so that choice was easy. Strength training sounded like a fun way to do gym class with less dodgeballs to the face, but it was only a semester long, so he’d need to pick another semester class for the second half of the year. And he could join another painting or drawing class as his last elective, but he’d already taken those at his old school…

Roman gazed at the arts section of the packet, trying to find something he might like. His eyes lit up as he noticed the names of two classes: set design, which was a semester long and sounded magical, and something called sculpture. “What does the sculpture class teach?” Roman asked.

“It’s an art class that teaches you how to sculpt with different things. Like clay, wood, things like that. It’s a very hands-on class if you’re interested.”

Roman smiled. “I want that one then.”

The counselor typed something into her computer. “Have you chosen your other classes?”

“Yes, Spanish 3, set design, and strength training.”

“I’ll put you in strength training for this semester, but next semester you can join the set design class. I’ll email your elective teachers to inform them you’ll be joining their classes, but for now…” The counselor printed off a piece of paper and handed it to Roman. “This is your new schedule. Your first class is English with Ms. Fritz, and her class should be up on the third floor at room 316. Do you think you can make it there?”

“I can, thank you.”

The counselor smiled. “Have a nice first day.”

Roman walked off to head toward his first class, going up two flights of stairs and wandering across half the floor before he finally found his classroom. Thankfully, the halls were full of students desperately trying to locate their classrooms, so Roman didn’t feel as weird. He eventually stumbled upon the correct room number after checking multiple hallways and trying to follow their scattered number system. He looked at the door with a paper rabbit and a book with a phrase reading hop into a good book, and could guess immediately what type of teacher this would be.

Roman pushed open the half-cracked door and stepped inside.

The dozen kids who were already sitting stared at him when he walked in, but quickly resumed their conversations shortly after. Roman glanced at an empty seat off in the middle row near the other end of the class and moved to sit down in it. He looked around at the other kids off in their own worlds, with no one to get excited to see him and strike up a conversation. He was sitting alone in a class where it seemed like no one else was.

Roman got bored quickly with no one to talk to, drumming his fingers on the table and starting to daydream instead.

The long lost princess with the power to see into the future is forced to hide in protected wilderness, Roman thought, picking up from an old story idea he’s had for a while. Can’t have a teen novel without an orphan, so she lives with a guardian healer instead. Then, she needs a trusty companion to not only start her adventures, but to assist her alongside them. Perhaps he could be a peasant boy born with more magic power than the normal peasant has? It sure would be interesting. Or maybe, he’s not a trustworthy companion at all! What if he’s using the princess to promote his own selfish ideals? But as the story goes on, they actually become close friends and he has an intense internal conflict as he turns into the antagonist! Then maybe-

“Alright class, I think it’s been late enough for us to start!” Roman tried not to be aggravated at the teacher for interrupting him. The teacher stood at the front of the class with a wide smile. “I’m Ms. Fritz, but of course I’m sure a lot of you already know that since you had me last year. I teach all grade levels for advanced English, so if you keep down this path you might stick with me until graduation! Now normally, teachers will start their first day with class expectations, maybe a rubric or a supplies list, but I have a better idea! How about we travel across the class and try to get to know each other better? I can pass around a ball, and if you catch the ball, you have to share three fun facts about you!”

A sense of dread filled into Roman after hearing that. He usually didn’t mind games like this since it was a mindless way to pass the time, but he didn’t have any friends to pass him the ball anymore. Was he just going to sit there until the end? Sounded awkward, no thank you.

“I think,” Ms. Fritz said with her hand gripping her chin in thought, “I’m going to start with the new kid.”

Roman perked his head up as all the other kids turned to him. Well, that was unexpected.

Ms. Fritz tossed Roman the ball, and thankfully he caught it without making a fool of himself. The teacher smiled at him encouragingly as he stood up, looking around at all the kids waiting for him to talk. What should I even say?

“Can you say your name first?” Ms. Fritz asked.

“Well…I’m Roman. Uh, I like to paint, I’m half french, and…” Roman tried to think. What else was interesting about him? Something that shared a lot about him as a person?

Quickly, it dawned on him. One idea that I could possibly share, he thought. Well, it’s a bit invasive, but they’re all looking at me. So whatever.

He took a deep breath in. “…I’m a foster kid.”

When Roman admitted that, all the kids seemed to be more interested in him, leaning closer as their eyes widened. It was the first time Roman ever said it aloud, and it was so strange to hear coming from his mouth. He was a foster kid. That was an important part of his identity now.

He didn’t know how he felt about it.

“You’re half french?” Ms. Fritz pulled Roman out of his thoughts with that question. “Do you know any french?”

“I’m fluent.”

“That’s so cool! Can you say something in French for us?”

Roman seemed to think about it. “Quelque chose.”

Ms. Fritz blinked. “Well, I hope it was appropriate to say in a classroom. When did you move here, Roman?”

“Like…four days ago. Very recently.”

“You only got added to my roster last night, so I believe you! How about you pass the ball to another kid now?”

Roman looked around the room awkwardly before making eye contact with a random girl and tossing her the ball. He sat back down and only paid half his attention to what the other kids were saying. Well, at least he didn’t have to wait awkwardly anymore.

The rest of the class went like that. It seemed like a lot of these kids were students that Ms. Fritz had in the past, as well as being students that were also close friends with each other. They talked a lot and made lots of jokes with the teacher, and they seemed really close, which Roman understood since he was the same with his old group of advanced kids. The extra conversation dragged the game out longer than it probably should have been, but Roman didn’t mind. He didn’t want to actually work or anything anyway.

Eventually, the game ended, and the last kid tossed the ball to Ms. Fritz. “Alright,” she said, “That game dragged out longer than I thought it would, but that’s fine! The bells are shorter the first few days anyway. We only have a couple minutes left, so talk amongst yourself if you want, I don’t care. The assembly should be after your fourth bell for the sophomores, so don’t let your teachers forget!”

All the students turned around to talk to the kids around them. Roman simply watched their conversations with no one to talk to himself, realizing how all the new kids at his old school must have felt. It was like looking in from the outside, where no one else could see you. Roman was just…there.

“Hey,” the kid in front of him turned around to face Roman. Roman almost jumped at the sudden attention. “What’s your name again?”

“Oh, Roman. Roman Goldsberry.” Roman turned to sit properly in his seat and leaned in closer. This was a good start! He seems nice, maybe I can make a friend!

“Roman Goldsberry!” He mocked, turning to his other friends to laugh. “That’s such a pretentious name. And very American sounding, by the way. I thought you were French?”

Roman’s shoulders sagged. Nevermind. Eight in the morning on my first day, and apparently I’ve made an enemy before a friend. “I’m half french, not fully french.”

The kid turned to his friends and made a face at them before they all laughed. Roman felt his blood boil.

“So your dad is the American?” The kid asked.

“Yes.” Roman hoped his sharp tone would help them realize not to mess with him.

“Are you close with your dad?”

Roman froze, and the group of kids turned to each other to make faces at each other again. He really didn’t see what was so funny. Who asks a complete stranger a question like that out of the blue?

Before Roman could snap and tell the kid to mind his own damn business, another kid from the other side of the room scoffed. “Mitchell.”

“What? I’m just asking!”

The other kid opened their mouth to retaliate, but a loud and obnoxious bell went off before they could. Kids started to get up to rush to their next class, and Roman joined them. The sooner he got away from Mitchell (who had no right to bully Roman for his name when he was called Mitchell), the better.

Roman rushed out into the hall and hyper focused on the schedule in his hands. World history, room 203. The next floor down.

Roman was so occupied in trying to find a flight of stairs, he didn’t notice the kid trying to catch up to him.

***

The rest of Roman’s day wasn’t half as eventful as his first bell. History class had a chill teacher, which was nice, then next was his strength training class. His teacher was a little confused when he showed up but was happy to have Roman on board. He seemed very strict with his class rules though, and Roman hated that considering one of his rules was they had to change into gym clothes. Which meant Roman had to wear gym shorts.

…Well, guess he’d have to get used to wearing multiple pairs of boxers again.

Besides that, he also got lost on his way to sculpture, so he showed up ten minutes late telling this random teacher he was her student now. At least she didn’t seem bothered. After that, they all went to the sophomore assembly where they were told the school rules and updates, which Roman’s pretty sure he was the only kid who actually listened. Then, after the assembly, Roman went to the cafeteria to eat a lunch that Patton packed him. He hadn’t actually brought a packed lunch to school in years, so the sentiment was…strange.

Not that Roman would complain about an edible lunch, though.

Roman looked around the cafeteria for a place to sit. The place was starting to become crowded as more students got out of line for buying lunch, so Roman needed to find a spot fast. It’d be easier if he made a friend to sit with, but after the morning Mitchell incident, Roman hadn’t cared to try again in his other classes.

That’s when Roman spotted him. A kid with thick glasses eating a fruit cup as he worked on some papers next to him, completely ignoring the world to finish some homework. Roman wasn’t exactly close with his foster brothers, but hey, maybe Logan could prove himself a little useful. He had to be lonely too, right?

Roman took his chance and sat across from Logan. Logan didn’t look up from his papers. “Hey there, nerd!”

Logan glanced an eye toward Roman. He focused back on his work. “Hello.”

“How’s your first day of high school going?”

It took Logan a solid minute before he responded. “It’s going alright. I got unlucky with a teacher of mine, who already gave us a homework packet for the week, so I’m trying to get a head start on it.”

“Really? What teacher?”

“Mr. Owens, he’s the more strict teacher of the two that teach medical technology.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Medical technology? That’s a class here?”

“Yes. I had to do a lot of things last year to get into it, however. It’s part of the intensive medical learning path. However, the extra work is necessary.”

“…Right. What other classes are you in?”

“Advanced biology, advanced geometry, advanced English, medical tech as I just mentioned, German 2, health, and painting.”

Roman tilted his head to the side. “Wait, I thought most of those were sophomore classes?”

“And I took freshman classes my eighth grade year. Your point?”

Roman blinked. “…Fair enough.”

Roman brought out his own sandwich and ate it in awkward silence. Logan seemed so focused on his paper that he wasn’t saying a word, and trying to spark conversation with him when he was like this was next to impossible. He felt like he was intruding by sitting next to Logan, the air feeling thick for a reason Roman couldn’t quite place. Once he finished his sandwich, Roman had enough.

“I think…” Roman said, “I’m going to sit…somewhere else.”

Logan didn’t react. “Alright.”

Roman stood up and awkwardly shuffled to an empty spot at a table on the other side of the cafeteria, placing down his lunch box and trying again. Well, he thought as he opened up a cheese stick wrapper, better get used to being alone, then.

“Hey, excuse me?”

Roman looked up at the voice while he was mid-bite. It was the same kid who scolded Mitchell back in his English class, tired circles under their eyes and a gray sweater on despite it being August. Though, Roman had been freezing in most of his classes today, so maybe this person had the right idea.

“Oh- I’m sorry, were you sitting here?” Roman asked.

“No, you’re fine, I just…” The kid looked side to side anxiously. “…Mind if I sit with you?”

“…Oh! No, I don’t mind at all.”

The kid smiled and set their lunchtray across from Roman. “Thanks. I’m Elliott by the way, they/them pronouns.”

Roman’s brain took a minute to process what they meant. “Uh, hello! I’m Roman…he/him?”

Elliott seemed to get happier when he said that. “Nice to meet you. How’s your first day been so far? Besides for you-know-who this morning.”

Roman laughed. “Well, aside from that uncalled for mess, it’s been quite normal. I got lost a few times, but that’s not new for me. My teachers seem quite alright so far.”

“That’s good to hear. We have a lot of good teachers, I think, unless they teach calculus, then they have some serious issues. But so long as you don’t act like an idiot it’s easy to get past those teachers.”

“I’ll keep that in mind! Hopefully I stay on this hot streak, though.” Roman took out a water bottle from his lunch and started to drink it. “But it’s the students I’m more worried about. They all seem so off on their own. Or just outright rude like that guy this morning.”

Elliott groaned, leaning his head on his hand and slouching. “I’m really sorry about him. He can be a huge jerk for no reason. I think he’s just itching for a fight.”

“You seem to know him quite well. Old friend or something?” Roman asked.

Elliott groaned again. “…He’s my ex.”

“…No offense to your type or anything, but…ew.”

“Oh no, yeah, dating him was definitely an ew,” Elliot sighed. “We broke up like, four times in the span of a year and a half. It was a mess. Eventually, over the summer I broke up with him for good. I think he’s still upset about that and taking it out on the first easy target he finds. That, and he’s a jerk.”

“Well, he’ll soon learn I’m not one to be described as an easy target.” Roman gave a cocky smile and posed.

The bell sounded off again, and all the students stood up from their tables and started to swarm the trash cans and cafeteria exits. Roman and Elliott gave each other a look as they also stood up.

“So…what class do you have next?” Elliott asked nervously.

“Let’s see…” Roman pulled out the schedule from his pocket and looked at it. “Advanced biology with Mr. Weber.”

Elliott’s eyes lit up. “Me too! Uh…wanna walk together then? I can show you where it is.”

Roman smiled. “Of course!”

The two kids headed down the stairs, talking more and laughing long after they sat down in the class and the bell rang. Roman continued to whisper to Elliott during class until the teacher gave them both a warning glance, shutting their mouths but smiling at each other.

Even as Roman tried to pay attention, he felt a weight lift from his chest.

He’d obtained a friend after all!

***

The entire bus drive home, Roman spent it texting Elliott’s number that they’d given him right after biology ended. He talked about his last two classes and listened to Elliott ramble about his bad luck with classmates this year, grinning to himself with his eyes glued to his screen until his stop came. Virgil banged his fist on Roman’s seat to get his attention, making him jump and stand up to get off with Virgil and Logan.

During the walk home, no one said anything. Roman was off in his own world and Virgil just looked tired, with Logan staring intently at his own shoes as he walked. Virgil unlocked the door for them all to come inside, and they all branched off into their different directions. Virgil got a snack from the kitchen while Roman and Logan ran up to their rooms.

Roman spent a lot of his time in his room now that he’d gotten the curtains around his bed. Lying there was a lot softer than hiding on the bathroom floor with his legs propped up, and Roman was still confused as to how he managed to get away with installing this. He’d have to make sure Patton never entered his room again in case he planned to rip the curtains off their hooks.

He’d have to make a plan to effectively keep him out.

But for now, Roman actually needed to talk to Patton as soon as possible. He needed to ask for gym clothes, since that was the only thing Roman still needed to get for class, and he wanted to get it over with so Roman wouldn’t need to keep worrying about it. He was almost certain Patton had come home half an hour ago, but Roman just ignored him and stayed in his room. But he had to take advantage of the fact that he was remembering to ask for the clothes, so there was no time like the present to go find him.

Roman hopped out of bed and exited his room, making his way downstairs to the living room. He figured Patton would be either watching TV or doing something in the kitchen, but when Roman looked around, he didn’t see him anywhere. Virgil was sprawled across the couch on his phone, but no one else was around. Roman put his hands on his hips.

“Where’s Patton?” He asked Virgil.

Virgil didn’t look up. “Upstairs. In his room I think.”

Roman groaned and stomped back upstairs. He hated going into an adult’s room, so he instead opened the door and poked his head in so he wouldn’t have to step inside. But before he could get a word out to Patton, Roman stopped himself.

Patton was sitting on his bed with the lights dimmed, his back resting in the headboard, but what shocked Roman was that Logan was there also. He had his face hidden in Patton’s neck as Patton rubbed his back and played with his hair, holding him tight to his chest while Logan sniffled. Roman had never seen Logan emote before, so watching him cry was…disturbing. Roman wanted to run over and rip Logan from Patton to protect him.

Patton looked at Roman in the doorway and smiled. “You gotta remember to knock before entering, kiddo. What do you need?”

Roman forgot the main reason he came here. “Is Logan okay?”

Patton looked down at Logan and whispered something in his ear. Whatever Patton said, Logan agreed with a quiet nod of his head. Patton rubbed at Logan’s neck in a way that made Roman’s skin crawl as Patton began to speak. “He’ll be okay, kiddo. He’s just a little overwhelmed from school today. Do you need anything?”

Roman took a step inside Patton’s bedroom. It made his whole body shift into fight or flight, but he couldn’t leave Logan alone with him in good conscience. “I just wanted to say I need to buy gym clothes by next Wednesday. I’m in a strength training class this semester.”

Patton smiled. “That’s fine, we can go shopping this weekend.”

Roman looked down at the floor. “Well…I was more thinking, like…I go into the store while you wait in the car.”

Patton raised an eyebrow at him. “I need to buy the clothes, kiddo.”

“You can just give me the money. I’ll stay within the budget and give you any left over, so…please?”

Patton’s face dropped a little, but he didn’t get angry, so Roman considered that a win. “Sure, kiddo. We’ll do that Sunday.”

Even after the conversation seemed to end, Roman still stood near the door, shifting on his feet awkwardly. Patton shifted his eyes between Logan and Roman as if he was analyzing both of their mental states, but Roman’s throat felt stuck as he tried to bring out the words he wanted to say. He was so scared, but he couldn’t force himself to ask the question he knew he needed to ask now. Yet his feet refused to make a run for it out the door despite his fear.

“Do you need something else, kiddo?” Patton lightly prompted. Roman attempted to swallow the rock he felt in his throat.

“Can I…Can I stay with you and Logan?” He hated it, but he had to do it. He didn’t know what Patton would try when Logan was vulnerable.

Patton looked down at Logan, and Logan nodded. Patton turned to smile again. “You can if you want, Logan doesn’t mind.”

Roman carefully walked to the other side of the bed, sitting as far as possible from Patton but keeping his eyes glued to Logan. He knew he wasn’t helping much, not saying a word and not even being close, but it was something Roman had to do. Just because him and Logan weren’t close didn’t mean he’d leave him in danger. Even if Roman felt stuck in his head and couldn’t find the power to move his arms.

Roman sat there for a while, watching Logan’s chest rise as Patton rubbed his back. It felt like ages before Logan’s chest slowed and he fell asleep on top of Patton, somehow not caring at all about being asleep in Patton’s presence. Roman’s heart ached for him. He was too trusting and innocent for his own good.

“I gotta do some chores,” Patton whispered, “So I’m gonna tuck him in and let him nap. Do you still wanna stay with him?”

Roman nodded, not being able to get the words out himself. He felt stuck as Patton lifted Logan up gently, petting his hair to soothe him when he stirred. Roman helped by tugging the covers back from his end of the bed so that Patton could tuck him in and let go of him sooner, his hand on the back of Logan’s leg making Roman anxious. Patton tucked Logan under the covers and watched his reaction. After a few seconds, Patton grabbed a squishy stuffed frog from his bedside table, handing it to Logan who curled around it in his sleep. It’d be cute if Roman wasn’t so worried.

“Tell me if anything happens, okay kiddo?” Patton said right as he was halfway out the bedroom door. Roman nodded, only finally relaxing after Patton left and slowly closed the door.

Roman immediately ran over to lock it. He didn’t have his security bar, but this would be good enough. Hopefully Patton wouldn’t test anything when he knew Roman would be by Logan’s side.

Despite all of Roman’s worries, Logan slept peacefully on the bed. He didn’t shift or seem distressed at all, just snuggling closer to Patton’s stuffed frog and resting. Logan was calm.

Roman sat on the floor to block the door and watched to make sure no one took that away from him.

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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Headcanon - When you suddenly hold his hand

Original title: 当你突然握住他的手

Original author: 池离子

[ VICTOR ]

You’re sitting on the sofa while Victor’s next to you, looking through documents.

Peering at Victor, you watch as he pores over the documents very seriously - so seriously that he doesn't even notice you staring at him. Carefully admiring him from head to toe, your eyes finally land on Victor’s hand.

His hand is much larger than yours. Looking at your own small and petite hands, you find them adorable and a perfect match for Victor’s well-defined hands. Reaching out, you place your hand atop the hand that he’s using to hold the documents.

He turns to glance at you, realising that you’re staring at his hand. In response, he swaps the documents to his other hand, freeing the hand that’s held by you.

“You’ve already had one pudding tonight. There isn’t a second one."

You swat his hand angrily.

"What? In your eyes, is everything I do linked to pudding?”

He’s taken aback slightly, but eventually returns his gaze to the document.

You spread his hand flat, then put your own hand on it. One big and one small - a good fit. You can feel the warmth of his palm. This hand held yours at the dance, held your waist in the ski resort, and wiped cream from the corner of your mouth. Thinking about it, you unfurl your hand before clutching Victor’s tightly.

Victor’s eyes never leave the document, but he returns your grip with equal force.

Your hand is delicate and small. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, and the ticklish sensation makes you stifle your laughter. Despite wanting to pull your hand away, he doesn't let you go. Instead, he tightens his grip, as though fearing that you’d pull your hand away from his.

"Don’t move.”

“In this lifetime... you can’t leave.”

[ GAVIN ]

Gavin is watching TV with you, the both of you huddled in a corner of the sofa, squished into a small ball. Your head is resting on his shoulder, and your hands are on your kneecaps. A faint light has been purposefully left on in the room to prevent it from being in complete darkness, and also to set the ambience.

Your gaze shifts from the boring advertisement to Gavin, and see that his hand is on his leg.

You’re suddenly struck with a mischievous idea.

You place your small and delicate hand on the back of Gavin’s. Noticing your action, he lowers his head slightly and asks if something’s wrong.

Ignoring him, you continue playing with his hand, feeling the rough callouses on it from years of wielding a gun. After giving them careful touches, you burrow your own hand underneath Gavin’s. With this, your hand makes direct contact with his leg.

Gavin doesn’t say a word. You can sense that he’s gradually tightening his grip on your hand. He’s exerting pressure, but is in control to ensure that he isn’t grasping your hand too tightly. He wraps your small hand in his large palm. His heartbeat seems to be following his palm, sending you a steady stream of signals.

Lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are fixed on the TV, and his ears have turned crimson.

Using your free hand, you reach out to touch his ear. It’s terribly hot.

“Gavin, your ears are so red and warm...”

Gavin turns to face you.

“Cough. That’s because... you lighted the fire...”

[ LUCIEN ]

You’ve come to Lucien’s laboratory to pick him up from work. By this time, Lucien should have already hung up his white coat, and should be sitting on his office chair, grinning as you rush in with snacks you bought along the way. But today, when you rush in with the egg tart you purchased, the white lab coat is still on Lucien. He sits before the laptop, holding some documents while perusing through them.

"You’re here? Sorry, there was a little issue at work today. I'm currently looking for the cause of it. You might have to wait a while. I'll be done as soon as possible.”

You nod, placing the egg tart on his table. Shifting a chair over, you sit beside him.

Lucien always smells good, you think to yourself. There’s always a cool and fragrant scent on him, but you’ve never seen him spraying cologne. The flowers at home don’t have this scent either. Giving him a careful whiff, you can’t guess what it is.

You haven’t seen Lucien in an entire day! Right now, you really need a Lucien-recharge, so you stand up to move behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his white coat, one hand hanging loosely in front of his chest. He isn’t too surprised, nor is he caught off guard. After all, you’ve used this trick many times, and he’s grown used to it.

Inhaling Lucien’s scent deeply, you find that he’s really nice to smell. Lucien seems to be tickled by your breath. He chuckles lightly while giving the arm in front of him a gentle pet. You grab his hand.

"Lulu... how much longer will you take?”

He grips your hand tightly, as though he’s giving you a response.

“Ten minutes. Just wait for a little longer. I’ll be done soon, okay?”

With this, he brings your hand to his lips, giving the back of your hand a gentle kiss.

This action flusters you so much that you want to find a hole to burrow into. Although you hurriedly attempt to withdraw your hand, Lucien’s stronger than you, and he clasps your hand tightly, giving it another firm kiss.

As though succumbing to fate, you slump against his neck, putting your arms around his neck.

Even though you can’t see your own expression, your face has already started to feel warm, and your ears are probably red to their tips as well.

"You must be feeling shy. Let me see...” After saying this, he turns his head.

“Don’t look!" You mumble, burying your face in the shoulder of his white coat.

[ KIRO ]

The two of you have just finished a game, and are slumped on two beanbags next to each other, surrounded by potato chips and soda. Kiro tosses the controller to the side, then leans against you coquettishly.

"Miss Chips is too good at playing! I can't beat her at all! I’m not playing anymore! It’s so embarrassing!”

You rub the golden head that has leaned over. His hair is so soft. For a moment, you even feel like you’re petting a large golden retriever.

You glance at the controller which has been thrown onto the carpet. Eyes shifting upwards, you see a pair of hands that you’re highly envious of.

He’s a celebrity, so of course it’s very important to have a pair of nice-looking hands. Kiro has taken off his ring. Originally, his hands are thin, long and pale, and the part where he often wears the ring is even more tender. You look at your own hands. As compared to Kiro’s, you probably aren’t even considered a female.

Brimming with jealousy, you slowly stroke the back of his hand. The delicateness of Kiro’s hand is just like yours.

"Miss Chips..."

You hear him calling you like this, but you have no intention of responding. You simply rely on your courage to continue. You put your hand in his palm and look at him, anticipating his next move.

Kiro is fascinated by the huge watery eyes you’re giving him, and immediately grabs your hand.

"I knew it... You’re just as hungry as I am, aren’t you? Let's find something to eat! There’s never enough snacks!”

"?"

He gets up quickly and grips your hand tightly, trying to pull you up too.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

You look up at him as he radiates with light, and release a chuckle.

"Okay, okay!”

Borrowing his strength, you stand up as well. The two of you walk to the kitchen while grinning and swinging each others’ hands like little children.

[ SHAW ]

It's too hot. Surviving the summer is going to be difficult.

The air conditioner at home is broken, and you’re still sweating despite wearing a blouse. Shaw steps out of the kitchen with a large glass of iced cola in his hand. Judging by the volume, it’s clear that he mixed Cola and Sprite again.

He sits next to you, gulping it down, and you watch as water vapour surrounds and the glass. it must have been chilled. You’re going crazy from the heat, so you unfurl your hand in front of him, indicating that he had better give you a sip of the iced cola.

Instead, this ignorant man put his hand on yours. Not only is there no cola to drink, but it’s also warm.

"Stinky Brother, I asked you to give me a sip, not your hand." You swat his hand away, moving forward to snatch the cola in his other hand.

"Hey hey hey Mary Sue, be careful. I mixed two soft drinks in this. Don't spill it on me..."

Shaw knows that you genuinely can’t stand the heat, so he doesn’t tease you this time. Instead, he obediently places the cup in the palm of your hand. The wall of the cup is icy cold, and it’s so comfortable that you want to stick your face against it.

You take a small sip, and the cooling sensation fills your mouth, and your mood becomes exponentially better. Filled with a sudden impulse, you reach out, grabbing Shaw’s hand tightly.

You expected Shaw to respond by returning your grip.

But Shaw is Shaw, and he’s always testing your patience.

"Oh? Auntie, you maintain your skin pretty well for someone who has reached middle-age... tsk tsk tsk.” He speaks, lifting your hand up and scrutinising it.

"You brat. I’m right here, so you better cleanse your mouth...”

With the cola in one hand, you try to retract the other.

Not caring that it’s warm, Shaw grasps your hand tightly, uttering a casual apology. On account of the cola, you decide not to hold a grudge against him.

"Mary Sue, save me some. Don't drink it all." Shaw leans over, and the only thing separating your faces is the glass.

“Also, let’s head out later. Your hand’s really empty... I need to get you some jewellery... Do you like rings?”

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hotpinkhoshi · 3 years

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kiss it better | five

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, eventual smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: tw for death, death of a parent, reference to drug addiction

word count: 4.5k

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

a/n: hi babies thank you for your patience, i know it’s been many many months since i’ve updated! the last time i posted for kib was all the way back in may, which is crazy, i know. but life has been weird and it’s been difficult for me to find the motivation to write. it’s slowly coming back for me and i’m so glad you guys have stuck around with me even if i haven’t been consistent. i’m more grateful than you know!

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“She did what?” Dahyun asked, her bite of gimbap nearly falling right out of her mouth.

Youngjae threw his head back and broke into laughter entirely at Mark’s expense.

Mark ran his tongue over his teeth and refused to look up at his friends, focusing awfully hard on the sketch he’d been working on in between appointments. He quickly realized that they had absolutely no sympathy for him.

“Yeah.”

It had been two weeks already since that night, and Mark was just now feeling comfortable enough to spill what had happened after he took you home. He liked to take his own time to process his thoughts before he revealed them to others, and quite frankly, he hadn’t even wanted to tell anyone. But he was starting to think maybe he needed an outside perspective.

“She has guts,” Youngjae said, after finally pulling himself upright in his chair. “Was it good?”

“Dude,” Mark warned, far from amused.

Dahyun cut in. “It’s a good enough question. From what I’ve seen, you guys have some intense sexual tension. If the kiss was hot, maybe it’s worth exploring.”

“We don’t have sexual tension,” Mark defended.

Youngjae snorted.

“Sure. But, let’s say if you did, and the kiss was good…” Dahyun trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows.

Groaning, Mark tapped the end of his pencil against the desk. He glanced up at the wall, his eyes naturally drawn to the photo of your shoulder, of the tattoo he’d designed and permanently inked onto your skin. It wasn’t the only photo he had pinned up of his previous work, but it was the one he looked at the most.

“She’s a kid,” he said, little to no conviction in his voice.

But you weren’t a kid. Mark knew in every way, you were an adult. Even mentally, emotionally, you seemed more mature than he felt most days. Packing up your belongings because you refused to live a life you weren’t satisfied with? He couldn’t imagine anything more grown up than that.

“Mark,” Youngjae’s tone was firm, serious this time. “It’s not the worst thing in the world if you have chemistry with someone. I know it may not be the most convenient girl for you, but… you’ve been by yourself for a long time. You can’t tell me you aren’t lonely.”

He hadn’t thought he was lonely until you came into his life. He had been fine, so fine, living on his own. Waking up alone, eating dinner alone, focusing on his work and living one day to the next.

But now, he looked forward to the sound of your keys in the door when you got home from your evening shift. He bought your favorite brand of orange juice instead of his. He didn’t mind watching outlandish and obviously fake reality shows if it meant that he got to hear your commentary along with it. More than anything, he’d gotten used to the way you made him feel. In the simplest of terms, he was happy.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mark said. “I already fucked it up.”

Dahyun narrowed her eyes. “What did you do?”

He rubbed some of the tension out of his forehead, relaying the conversation he’d had with Taehyung that night to his friends. The exchange wasn’t longer than a few minutes, but it was long enough for Mark to potentially ruin everything you’d built for yourself in the last couple of months.

“I didn’t tell him everything - I couldn’t do that. But I told him I’d seen her in the city, that I thought maybe she worked in one of the restaurants near the shop…” A knot of guilt coiled in his stomach. “Fuck.”

He’d just wanted to do the right thing. You were young, you couldn’t see that your parents cared about you. Taehyung cared about you. They deserved to know where you were, especially after everything they had done for him. He could at least point them in the right direction.

“Well, shit,” Youngjae offered, a sympathetic frown on his face.

“I fucked her over, and I haven’t been able to look her in the eye since. We’ve just avoided each other for the last two weeks and I-” Mark heaved a breath, leaning back in his chair. “I hate it.”

He missed you. Even if he couldn’t say it out loud.

“I have an idea,” Dahyun said, her whole body perking up. “Don’t look at me like that, sometimes I have good ideas. Why don’t you invite her along for Yugyeom’s camping trip?”

“You mean the couple thing?”

Dahyun sighed. “It’s not a couple thing. It’s just… everyone there is part of a couple. Anyway, it might be a good way to make things less awkward.”

Mark blinked a few times, waiting for Dahyun to say ‘just kidding’ because it was an absolutely ridiculous idea. “What? How would that make things any less awkward?”

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s a great opportunity to break the tension. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Mark scowled.

You spent your entire shift thinking about Mark. Thinking about how you had completely messed up your relationship, and trying to figure out how to fix it all. It had been a stupid, drunken mistake, and you would take it back in a heartbeat if you could.

The past two weeks had been torture, tiptoeing around and trying your hardest to avoid him. You’d picked up extra shifts almost every day, figuring that if you were working, at least you didn’t have to pretend like everything was normal.

All you wanted was to come home, curl up on the couch with Milo and watch your favorite ridiculous TV shows while Mark snickered next to you, entertained by the disgustingly wealthy families on the screen no matter how much he pretended to hate it. You wanted to be able to lean into him, feel the body heat radiating off of him when his shoulder brushed yours.

You missed Mark. Even if you couldn’t say it out loud.

After much debating, you decided that the best way to apologize started with food. And you owed him, anyway, after he opened his home to you and let you stay there free of charge. A dinner was the least you could do.

You could tell once you walked into Paradise Tattoo just before closing time that Mark hadn’t been expecting you in the slightest. He was at the desk, going over papers with Dahyun, when the bell dinged to signal your entrance.

In his ripped jeans and muscle tee, all of his tattoos were on display for you, even the large quote he had inked onto his ribcage. You gulped and shoved your feelings down. That would only make things worse.

“Hi,” you said, greeting both Mark and Dahyun.

“Hey.” Mark scratched his head and straightened his posture. “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” you started, wringing your hands in front of you. “I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner? On me. I owe you, anyway.”

Dahyun piped up, a mischievous smirk on her lips, “That’s a great idea. Mark was just talking about how hungry he was.

Mark cleared his throat and shot his co-worker what looked suspiciously like a glare. “No, I’m fine. You really don’t have to-”

“Come on,” you said, hiding a smile. “How about burgers? There’s a good place around the corner. It won’t kill you to let me pay, will it?”

You could see Mark weigh his options as he chewed his lip. Either end up hungry, settling for some quick frozen food later on, or bite the bullet and let you pay for his dinner. You knew it would hurt his pride to do so, but you wouldn’t back down. It was more than just the free room and board that you wanted to make up for.

“Alright,” he finally agreed. “Let me grab my stuff.”

It only took less than ten minutes for you to walk down to the burger place, but it felt like an hour as awkward silence hung around the two of you. It wasn’t until you were both seated at a corner booth inside the restaurant that you finally spoke up.

“Listen, Mark,” you said, looking up from the packet of ketchup you’d been nervously squishing between your fingers. “About that night…”

“No, you don’t-” Mark was quick to interrupt, but you held your hand up.

“Just let me, okay?” You sighed.

You’d rehearsed these words countless times in the bathroom mirror, and right now it felt like they were slipping right out of your fingers. Where were you supposed to start? With the kiss, straight away? Or getting so drunk that you’d needed to be taken care of in the first place?

“I’m just… really sorry. I was stupid to drink that much and it’s not your job to watch after me. I should be able to take care of myself.”

Mark stopped you again. “I didn’t mind taking care of you.”

“But it’s not your job, Mark. I’m an adult, and you’re letting me stay with you and asking for nothing in return. The least I could do is make it easy on you.”

“Y/N, if you could have seen me at your age, you wouldn’t feel so bad. We all get drunk and stupid sometimes,” Mark said with a shrug. It almost relieved some of your guilt until you remembered the kiss in the bathroom.

“Well...” You shook your head and looked back down at your hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for this one. “I really shouldn’t have ki-”

“Hi! My name’s Lana, I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you two something to drink while you look over the menus?”

A cheerful brunette appeared in front of you, a pen behind her ear and a wide grin plastered on her face. You glanced at Mark, then up at your waitress, not sure if you were grateful for the interruption or not.

“Um, can I just have a water?” you asked, voice small and uncomfortable in your throat.

“Same for me,” Mark agreed.

“Perfect! Let me know if you have any questions about the menu!”

You let out a long breath before you were able to look at Mark again. He was biting his cheek, his lips all twisted and holding back a laugh.

“What?” you asked.

“Her timing,” Mark got out, just as he let go of his laughter, throwing his head back.

To your own surprise, you found yourself shaking with laughter as well. Either from Mark’s contagious laugh giggle or the simple ridiculousness of the situation. Here you were, in a burger restaurant, apologizing to your older brother’s best friend for kissing him while you were heavily intoxicated.

You covered your face with your hands to suppress your own laughter, letting your back slump against the cushions of the booth. It all came to you then, just how silly you’d been the last two weeks.

“I am sorry, though,” you said, after you both settled down.

Mark’s eyes glinted as he watched you from across the table, the ghost of a smile still on his lips. “It’s alright. I mean it. Last time I was that drunk, I’m pretty sure I ran around the block in my underwear singing the Canadian national anthem.”

You giggled again at the mental image. “What? How did you even-”

“No idea. It’s like I was possessed by a drunk Canadian mischief demon.”

It was strange to imagine Mark and Taehyung in their teen years, since you’d been so young at the time, you could barely remember anything from that time of your life. You remembered Taehyung wearing the same pair of purple skinny jeans for three months because a girl at school had told him she liked them.

You remembered Taehyung letting you sit in the basement in your favorite cushioned chair while he and Mark played video games on the big screen. It had been your favorite place to read then, tuning out the rambunctious cries of defeat while you got lost in other worlds.

“So we’re okay, then?” you asked, after Lana had come back to take your order and left once more.

Mark nodded, a genuine smile on his lips. “We’re okay.”

“Maybe it’s weird, but…” you began, staring down at the wrapped silverware on the table instead of looking Mark in the eye. “Even though I grew up seeing you as Taehyung’s friend, that feels like a lifetime ago. And now I just kind of see you as… my friend. Like somebody I can trust.”

When you finally looked up at Mark, his expression was unreadable. His bottom lip was between his teeth, but his eyes looked somewhat uncomfortable. You worried for a second that you’d crossed a line.

“I owe a lot to your family,” Mark said after another long moment passed.

Even though you didn’t remember much about Mark from your childhood years, you knew his upbringing had been rough. His parents had been addicts, the kind that never should’ve been together, let alone bring a child into the world.

You’d never met his mom, but your own mother had made enough snide comments about her after Mark had gone home for you to understand just what kind of person she was.

“One of those low life, worthless drug addicts. Sleeping around with anyone that can help her out, if you know what I mean. Never should’ve been a mother.”

She had a funny way of showing her compassion sometimes.

Taehyung brought him over once after school and your mother had gotten one look at his threadbare clothes and hollow cheeks and taken him in as her new project. At first, he ate dinner with your family almost every night, and then she started making Taehyung pass over his any extra clothes he’d gotten that didn’t fit properly or that he simply didn’t like.

Mark did owe a lot to your family.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d been so young there was no way you could take credit for anything your parents had done for Mark, but still, you itched to comfort him. Even now, with the unsaid words lingering in the air, you sensed that he had never been able to fully open up to anybody. Though you didn’t deserve it, you wanted to be the first.

“Your mom,” you found yourself saying. “Is she…?”

Mark shook his head. “She’s gone. Passed away a couple years ago.”

Your face fell. If anything, you had expected her to have taken off for good or maybe gotten into some trouble she couldn’t get herself out of, but you hadn’t expected her to be gone.

“Oh, god, Mark. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

To your surprise, he only lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I hadn’t seen her in a long time before that. Maybe two, three years. Then my aunt showed up on my doorstep with a box of her things and told me she OD’d in a gas station parking lot a week before.”

His voice wavered only slightly, but enough to tell you he cared more than he let on. You could only imagine how painful it would be to hear of your own mother’s passing a week after the fact.

“I’m sorry,” you said again.

Mark shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s weird,” he said, tongue running over his lower lip as he paused. “I’d stopped seeing her as my mother so long ago that… I felt like I’d already mourned her death. Fuck, that sounds bad, doesn’t it?”

“No,” you answered as you reached across the table, fingers laying across the back of Mark’s hand. “It doesn’t. At all.”

A moment passed between the two of you. You caught Mark’s eyes glancing down at your hand resting on his skin, but he made no move to avoid your touch.

“I never even went through her things. The box is just sitting at the back of my bedroom closet collecting dust.”

“Do you want to go through her things?” you asked.

Mark paused, chewing at the inside of his lip before he answered. “I don’t know.”

You nodded, somehow understanding exactly what he meant. Though you hadn’t gone through the same thing, you were familiar with avoiding a potentially painful and uncomfortable situation by simply pretending it didn’t exist. Hence why you had four unopened voicemails from your brother and parents.

You found yourself stroking the back of Mark’s hand with your thumb. It didn’t feel wrong to touch him like this, even though maybe it should have. All you wanted was to bring him a shred of the comfort he had deserved to have for much longer than you’d known him.

“Alrighty, and here we’ve got the bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries for the lady,” Lana exclaimed, immediately bursting your bubble as she returned to your table with your food balanced on a tray. You were quick to snatch your hand from Mark’s. “And a BBQ cheddar burger with curly fries for the handsome man.”

You didn’t miss the way Lana winked as she placed Mark’s food in front of him. This girl was not getting a generous tip from you, that was for sure.

“I told you, after that depressing dinner conversation, we need to do something fun,” you told Mark as you carried your skincare basket out from the bathroom into the living room.

“And this is fun for who?”

You threw him a playful glance and plopped down onto the floor in front of the couch on your knees, setting your basket on the cushion and sifting through it.

“Both of us. Just trust me.”

Catching the skeptic look on Mark’s face, you could only grin to yourself as you pulled out a tube of your favorite clay mask. He didn’t know just how relaxing a good face mask could be, but you were willing to show him.

“I’ll even go first,” you told him.

Mark lifted his feet to prop them up on the coffee table as Milo curled up like a tiny ball of cotton on his lap. You’d both changed out of your work clothes into comfy clothes, and you couldn’t help noticing how warm Mark looked in his white joggers and oversized black hoodie. You wouldn’t mind snuggling up into that space between his side and the couch cushion…

You sighed and shook your head, attempting to clear the less-than-platonic thoughts from your mind. If you were going to make this friendship work, you would need to stop thinking about him like that. Immediately.

“Can I ask you something?” Mark said after a beat of silence as you popped open the cap to your mask.

“Hm?” you asked, propping your personal sized makeup mirror on the couch so that you could see yourself while you applied your mask.

“Yugyeom’s family has a yearly pass to this campground, and every year he does this weekend camping trip…” he trailed off for a moment and you forced yourself not to react, instead focusing on applying your charcoal mask to your cheeks. “This year, it somehow ended up as a couple thing, so Dahyun suggested I invited a friend along. So…”

Lifting your eyes from your own reflection, you watched as Mark struggled to finish his thought.

“So…” you said, helping him along. “Are you asking me to come with you?”

Immediately, a neon flashing red alarm screeched in your mind. ‘This is a terrible idea! You must say no!’ it screamed.

“Only if you want to. I mean, it’s a cool place. Their lot is right by this swimming hole and there’s a fire pit, so we normally bring a ton of booze and cook our own food over the fire…”

Mark ran his fingers through his deep red locks of hair, his nerves displayed clearly on his face. You weren’t sure why he was so nervous to ask you, but it came off as incredibly endearing. Despite the warnings blaring in your mind, you found yourself nodding.

“Okay.”

Mark looked at you then, his eyes finally locking on yours, and the corner of his lips lifted in a hopeful smile. “Really?”

You couldn’t help grinning as well. “Yeah. I mean, on one condition…”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” you replied, holding up the mask tube and popping the cap back open. “You let me put this mask on you.”

“Aish,” Mark said and shook his head. “No way. Not worth it.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby!”

You stood from the floor and climbed onto the couch, crawling to his side and squeezing some of the mask onto your index and middle fingers. “It’s not that bad!”

“Get away from me!” Mark exclaimed with a laugh, dodging your fingers. Milo hopped up onto the arm of the couch, stomping his cute little paws a few times.

“Just let me pamper you, Mark!”

He let out another laugh, louder this time, trying to reach for the mask to steal from your grasp, but he wasn’t fast enough. You giggled, ducking to miss his hands as he grabbed for your wrists.

Somehow, you found yourself straddling him, thighs resting on either side of Mark’s waist.

“Real men wear face masks!” you exclaimed with a shout of victory as you finally managed to smear a good amount of the clay mask across Mark’s left cheek.

“Oh, you little-” he replied, hands reaching for your sides underneath the long sleeved shirt you were wearing. He tickled your sides, a joyful laugh falling from his lips when you started squealing.

Milo yapped a few times from the arm of the chair, presumably because he thought that you were hurting Mark or vice versa, but his protective barks only made you laugh harder.

“Mark! Stop it!”

You gasped for breath, wriggling on top of him and dropping the mask tube, fighting between giggling and trying to swat his hands away.

“It’s what you deserve, you sneak,” he said, his hands still squeezing and tickling your sides, unknowingly drifting further up your shirt to your ribs.

Twisting and turning, you finally managed to grab his wrists and yanked them from under your shirt. You held them firmly in between your bodies, even though he could have easily overpowered you.

Your chest heaved up and down with the last of your giggles. Mark stared up at you, still smiling and out of breath. The air suddenly became thick as you held eye contact, your hands falling from his wrists to his chest.

“Y/N,” Mark whispered.

‘Danger! Danger!’ your mind yelled.

Mark’s hands, now free from your hold, landed on your hips. You felt his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your stomach. Your heart pounded beneath your rib cage at his gentle touch.

“Mark,” you said, intending on telling him to stop, but it quickly died in your throat.

His chin tipped up, making you realize just how close you were to him now. You weren’t sure who had leaned in first, but only a few mere inches separated your lips from his now. If you only bent forward a bit, you could…

It reminded you, all of the sudden, of the kiss in the bathroom. It had been quick, but long enough for you to slide your tongue past his lips. You remembered the shock to your system the moment you had felt the cold metal of a tongue piercing.

“Y/N,” Mark said again. “Tell me to stop.”

His voice was quiet but you felt like you could read between the lines. He didn’t want to stop, and the only way he was going to stop was if you made it clear that you didn’t want this.

But you did. You’d wanted it from the moment he ran his fingers over the tattoo he’d inked onto your skin one of those first nights, a soft ghost of a touch that made goosebumps form on every inch of your skin.

You weren’t stupid, you knew that this was all wrong for a variety of reasons, the least of which being that he was your roommate. But that meant nothing to you compared to the way his hands felt on your skin.

Before you could open your mouth, tell him that you didn’t want him to stop, an 8-bit version of the Mario Kart theme blasted from somewhere behind you. You jumped, your heart skipping several beats from the surprise.

Mark took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, blinking a few times before he gently guided your hips to climb off of him. “Sorry, I should…”

The ringtone felt familiar but you couldn’t figure out why. Even as you watched Mark grab for his phone off the coffee table and immediately silence it, you wracked your brain to try and remember where you had heard that ringtone before.

It was as if Taehyung had known, the moment that Mark quieted the little voice in his head telling him not to be so close to you and that this was wrong in so many ways, and finally accepted his feelings for you.

Maybe he had a sixth sense.

The moment that had passed between you then had been effectively ruined as soon as he was reminded of two things: you were his childhood best friend’s little sister, and he had already ruined your life even if you didn’t know it yet.

But he’d been so close to giving in. You’d been on top of him, smiling in that innocently beautiful way that you did, your thighs caging in his hips. He hadn’t missed the fact that he could feel you with every inch of him, considering how he’d begged his body not to react, not to harden beneath you. Between the thin layers of his sweats and your sleep shorts, there was no way you wouldn’t notice.

Later, after you’d grabbed a washcloth so you could both wipe the face mask off your faces and awkwardly watch TV for an hour before enough time could pass for you to realistically head off to bed, Mark listened to the voicemail Taehyung had left.

“Hey man. I just wanted to let you know that uh, I’m going to try and head to the city and look for Y/N in a few weeks. If you see her again or have any idea where she might be, let me know. I really appreciate it, my mom’s been going crazy… anyway, maybe we can grab a drink or something once I’m in town. I’ll hit you up. Thanks again, Mark.”

Mark was glad he was in the privacy of his own bedroom when he listened to the message so you didn’t see the way he threw his phone down on the bed, muttering curse words to himself and trying to forget how heavenly you had felt on top of him.

It was impossible. All he could think about was your skin under his fingertips, how your lips had been so soft and smooth and close to his, and how the weight of you on top of him had been enough to make him hard.

His only option was to shut himself in the bathroom and crank the shower all the way to the coldest temperature that he could stand and pray that it would be enough to keep him from sneaking into your bedroom that night.

#mark tuan #got7creators #kibfic #got7 fanfic #mark tuan fanfic #mark tuan angst #mark tuan fluff #got7 mark #got7 imagine #writing

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slashersins · 4 years

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I've never asked for something like this before so I'm a little nervous and embarrassed but if it's not too much trouble could I ask for Billy and Stu dvp breeding/praising the reader? Sorry if that's a lot or not your thing

mmmmm it’s bitch boy hours ( also i didn’t know what dvp meant and i had to google it , so i think i got it right ?and if i don’t just tell me and i’ll fix it ! )

tw . afab reader , female reader

they had you sandwiched between them . something you were used to , having your boys on either side of you , as if they were guarding something precious . and to them you were . but right now , right now you were squished between stu and billy . their greedy hands running over your body as you squirmed , their mouths taking turns claiming yours and sucking dark marks into your skin .

soon their fingers found their way between your legs , both of them teasing over you . stu’s long skinny fingers rubbing just outside your cunt , billy’s thicker fingers pinching at you clit . they were teasing you , playing dirty , and you couldn’t help but moan for them , hips jolting at the slightest touch .

stu laughs , licking the side of you neck to nip at your ear , “ you’re so wet . like a slip n slide . ” he slides a finger in , making a mock gasp , “ oh wow . look at that , eating my finger up . are you that hungry for us ? that you’d just let my fingers slip in and out . it’s like i’m at a water park . ” his words make you shake , legs spread as you whine against billy’s lips . he pulls away with a smirk .

“ this ride open ? ” he snickers it , playing along with stu’s jokes for a change , and slips his own finger inside of you . it’s not the first time that both boys have fingered you at the same time , and it won’t be the last , but the feeling never fails to make you mewl high in the back of your throat . “ do you like that , babe ? do you like being finger fucked by us ? having all our fingers in side of you ? you feel so greedy and hungry down here , y/n . do you think maybe you could take more than just our fingers ? think you could take both our cocks ? ”

the thought of it , the sheer idea of having billy and stu both inside your snug cunt has you gasping for air . it’d be too much , they wouldn’t fit , you’d be utterly ruined . fuck , you wanted it . dumbly you nodded yes , panting and as stu adds a second finger and billy rubs lazy circles over your clit .

“ oh shit , she said yes . billy , she fucking said yes ! ” he can’t believe it , his excitement bubbling up inside of him as he nips an moans and grinds his cock against your ass . his free hand reaching up to pinch and pull at your nipples . “ fuck , you said yes . you’re pussy’s gonna be so cute all stretched out and full of us . god fucking , billy she fucking wants it . ”

the blonde is a lot calmer than his friend , just smugly watching the faces you make as you take what they give you . “ yeah , she did . but we gotta get her nice and stretched out before he ram inside of her . you’d like that wouldn’t you ? nice and stretched out so you can fit both our cocks ? you’d look so fucking pretty all limp and needy . milking the both of us . like a little needy bitch in heat . all ours to take care of an fill up . ” the last part had billy pressing another finger inside of you , rubbing against stu’s as they worked and massaging your walls .

“ fuck - that’s such a pretty picture . ” stu can’t stop from licking your lips , pressing his tongue into your mouth . his fingers working with fevor to open you up , to get you nice and loose , to help billy force you into an orgasm so your body would go lax and accepting . it’s not long before both boys add one more , six fingers inside of you and you feel like you’re going to die from the stretch . its so much , so good , and you can’t stop yourself from being hit like a freight train when you cum . you go limp and trembling between them , both of them whispering how good you were , how cute , how sexy , how fucking adorable that you were so overwhelmed by them . and it was just their fingers .

billy guides you to lay on your back , fingers soaking wet still teasing over your clit to keep you suspended in bliss . he hisses at stu to get the condoms , they have to work fast before you tense up at the idea of taking them both .

“ billy . . . we’re out . ”

“ what ? ” his fingers still as he glares over at stu . “ we bought the biggest pack they had two weeks ago how are we out ? ”

“ it’s empty . shit . do - should i go get more ? fuck ! and she even said yes ! ”

“ how the fuck did we use so many fucking - dammit . are there any in your parent’s room ? ”

“ i don’t think so - ”

“ go fucking check ! ”

“ it’s okay . ” your voice cuts through the argument the pair was having . billy having left your side to try and make sure there weren’t any stray condoms in the dresser . you’re barely able to keep yourself up on your elbows , face flushed as you watch the two . “ it’s okay . you don’t . . . i don’t . . . i - ”

“ you don’t what , baby ? you don’t wanna take us anymore ? did we push too far ? ”

“ aw man ! ” billy jabbed stu with his elbow , shooting him a glare as he looks back to you , stu pouts , rubbing over his arm and looking like a kicked puppy . you can only laugh softly at the pair , rubbing your thighs together as you watch them . taking a deep breath you spread your legs wide , moving a hand down and spreading your lips for them to see how wet and eager you were .

“ i don’t want you to use a condom . . . i want - ” it’s so embarrassing , but fuck they put the idea in your head and you’re shaking from want , “ i want you both to fill me up . ”

there’s silence in the room . both boys staring at you with awe . it makes you fluster even more , completely undone by their shameless staring .

“ oh fuck . i need to be inside of you . ” stu recovers faster , eager as hell and excited nearly tackling you as he tries to get between your legs . “ i’m gonna make you so messy . oh fuck , you’re gonna look pretty all cream pied ! ” he’s about to slip in when he’s pulled back , tossed to the side of the bed as billy takes his place .

he smirks at stu’s shout , taking the time to tease your slit and clit with his tip before slowly pressing inside . stu huffs , looking over billy’s shoulder to watch how he disappears inside of you . the noise you make has stu giggling , and he slides up beside you to kiss and lick over your mouth .

“ fuck . stuffed you full of fingers and you're still nice and snug . lemme just roll you over . stu’s gotta get in too . come on baby , just like that , rest on me , that’s my girl . ” he can’t help but slap your ass as he gets you on top of him , and you can’t help the way you yelp and tighten around him for doing that . he only smiles playfully as he rolls his hips and makes you shake with pleasure . “ stu , hurry the fuck up , she’s fucking fantastic . ”

he doesn’t need to be told twice . stu’s spreading your wet pink lips , trying to nudge inside . it’s slow , and he has to go inch by inch , but soon he’s in . you thought that six fingers had felt so completely full , but that was nothing compared to this . the stretch is almost painful , very pulse every twitch of their cocks can be felt . and you can do nothing but hold onto billy as stu starts to slowly pull out , billy following soon after .

it’s intense , the drag of two thick cocks spearing into you . you can’t even moan , mouth open in a pleasured silent scream as they grunt and moan and rut . billy’s so careful , so slow , wanting to last longer despite the squeeze of you and the feeling of stu’s cock rubbing his . stu is long gone , lost to pleasure and fucking into like a dog . his arms around your waist as he buck relentlessly , drooling on your back as his eyes roll back .

“ fuck - you really were made to take two cocks , weren’t you baby ? ” you whine out what could be a yes , or it could just be a plea for them to not stop . you're drunk on the feeling every thrust pushing you over the edge until you see stars . you aren’t even aware you came a second time , the intensity of it nearly causing you to black out . but billy is quick to kiss your face and praise you , the feeling of your walls spasming around them pushing them both over the edge .

they push in deep , as deep as they can both get inside of you and paint your walls with there cum . the three of you stay like that . youre face in billy’s hands , head on his chest while his is tossed back , stu clinging and pressing his face into your spine as you all catch your breath .

neither wants to pull out . but the reminder that they just fucked you raw , the reminder that they just stuffed you with their cum has them slowly pulling out . they’re careful with you , knowing you’re dazed and spent from such an intense orgasm . and it makes them so fucking smug to know it was all because of them . it’s easy to roll you onto your back , to move so they could both get a view as they spread your legs open .

stu wants to push all their milky seed back inside . to take it and maybe rub some into your skin . his fingers twitch , as does his cock . eyes wide and lips curled into a happy smile . billy’s much in the same state . and he can’t help but spread your puffy lips and press on your lower belly , watching as cum oozes out slow and steady .

“ look at you baby , all used and messy . fuck , i never wanna use a condom again . get you messy like this and keep you messy all the time . have you wet and sloppy . ”

“ we could just pull down your pants and slip in , give you more and keep you stuffed . ”

tiredly your toss an arm over your face , too embarrassed by their word , too excited by it . they only laugh , coming up to cuddle on either side of you . their hands running over your body , their lips leaving soft bites and nips in their wake as they explore . their cocks growing hard and pressing into either side of your hips . you moan and relax , brushing your fingers through the sweat slick hair of your boys .

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #poly ghostface #poly ghostface imagine #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher #slashers #slashers x reader

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darkmagickingdom · 3 years

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Gush hours! Tell me your OTPs and why you love 'em

You have opened the floodgates now

I'll only talk about my Disney Villains ones for now because that's all that relates to the blog, but if you want to hear about the ones I have outside of the disney fandom I would be more than happy to gush about those too.

The Lich's Dark Fairytale--aka the Horned King/Maleficent

- Okay, I talked about this one a bit a while ago. But unsurprisingly, I have more to say. So this wasn't my first enemies-to-lovers ship--I think my first one was created at least four years ago, but it's probably closer to six, and even that might be undershooting it--but this was my first "oh they'd try to kill each other, that's spicy" ship.

It started as a thing that wouldn't last, just a way to explore the kind of pairing where they're both trying to kill each other while trying to ignore their less-murdery feelings for each other.

It was a pairing dynamic I didn't really explore before then. Then I ended up liking both characters, their similarities, their shared dynamic--so much that I just had to make it a sincere enemies-to-lovers. And I'm a sucker for villains that have a soft side for someone but are still, y'know, evil. And given how Maleficent's whole thing in her movie is sticking it to the "true love conquers all" trope, I like the idea that a relationship wouldn't magically make her good. Sorry, Jolie, but she's just more fun of a character to me as a bad girl.

I would also love to see someone as gleefully evil as Maleficent try and lift the King out of his bitter and somber little grave. It'd be good to hear him maniacally laugh more often. Or really, at all. Maleficent's come back to life a ton of times, and might not be fully killable, while at least in my personal headcanons, the King can't ever fully die, being able to remain aware and keep his soul in his body no matter how horribly its damaged. So there's none of that immortal's angst that either of them would get from a relationship with a mortal.

I also love seeing characters be ruthlessly protective of one another, and I think these two have great potential for that. They both have potential to get absolutely bloodthirsty on the battlefield, even if Disney never really let us see either of them doing that. But you don't get a reputation like Maleficent's by sitting on a throne all day, and you don't achieve a reputation like the Horned King's by never riding into battle and cutting a few thousands down upon an accursed, blood-soaked blade. In fact, book-accurate depictions of the King have him surprisingly jacked, and looking a lot more battle-ready than his animated counterpart. I like to think that's how he was when he was much younger, before he started rotting. So if it comes down to it, they'll both wreak havoc on a battlefield, or they'll form an impenetrable defense to shield the other. And that is my JAM.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Love Me Dead by Ludo. But I have a whole playlist for them tbh.

Cards & Dice--aka Facilier/Oogie

Now this one is just. Fun. These two have such a similar aesthetic and flair for elaborate jazzy song-and-dance numbers (with use of blacklight!) that I just had to have them become friends. And gradually I decided "okay. But what if...they were friends-to-lovers?" And thus, Cards & Dice was born.

Honestly I think they'd be the most fun of my OTPs to play third-wheel to. They'd get up to all kinds of villainous shenanigans, make a TON of enemies, and make a narrow getaway every time.

Also? Considering they're both more nervous on average than the average Disney villain (with Oogie being one of the only ones actively terrified of his hero, and Facilier one of the only ones seen nervous and afraid before his demise) I like to think they could help each other with their respective fears. Facilier standing up to Jack, Oogie standing up to the "Friends" (even if neither are actually powerful enough to win). Oogie just sitting and hearing Facilier out when he's freaked out about how the "Friends" might still be searching for him. Facilier saving the HBIC (that's Head Bug In Charge, aka the Brain Bug, aka the green earwig Santa squished) just in time when the rest of Oogie's body gets destroyed. That's all just so good to me.

And don't get me STARTED on them singing and dancing together, completely stealing the floor every time! They're WONDERFUL, Your Honor.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Poker Face by Lady Gaga. But I got like a whole playlist for them in the works lol

A New DIRECTIVE--aka AUTO/Doris

Yes, I did just come up with that name. I think it's quite good.

So this one started as like. A joke. A what-if. A "hey, they're the only robots so they oughta stick together". How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, IT WAS ONLY A KISS

So I am a sucker for the trope where the more chaotic one breaks the orderly one out of their shell and gets them to be less rigid. What if that, but evil?

"Hey boy, how would you like to go from lawful neutral to chaotic evil?"

"I don't suffer from 'I could fix him' disease. I think I could make him worse."

Theirs is like the inverse of the "love makes the bad guy turn good" trope. Love makes the robot disobey his programming, go rogue, and help his girl take over the world.

They're like the evil version of WALL-E and EVE. Except with the roles reversed, because the guy is the one from space who wants to follow his DIRECTIVE while the girl is the one from Earth trying to be like "no dude, check this out, I can control people and stuff all by myself. We should totally rule the world, it'll be awesome."

I usually imagine this pair with humanoid android forms because it's. Kind of hard to get invested in a ship's wheel and a hat. They're both a lot less expressive in their base forms than either WALL-E or EVE, so giving them cool android forms helps. I don't imagine them as super human-looking droids though, cause if they're more obviously robots it looks cooler. Though I DO think Doris deserves a face so she can go >:D sometimes. And AUTO deserves the ability to go >o|

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Daisy Bell by Harry Dacre. Because they're both HAL 9000 references (Doris a lot less obviously so, but she's still got that one red eye), and evil robots the way HAL was, and that's the song HAL starts singing before he's deactivated. Which in and of itself is a reference to the first speaking/singing computer-generated voice program, IBM704, which famously sang the song Daisy Bell. (there's also a Futurama episode where Bender dates a HAL 9000 reference character, and there's a montage of them doing romantic things set to Bender singing Daisy Bell. For all my fellow Futurama fans out there ;) I'd especially recommend this version, where someone had both the original IBM704 and VOCALOID4 sing the song as a duet. (Because I like the idea of Doris getting a Vocaloid or Vocaloid-like voice if she was able to speak actual words instead of that admittedly really cute droidspeak language from the movie)

There are also plenty of villain ships in this fandom that I've seen that I love (such as FireSerpent--aka Jafar/Hades--, EvilPuppies--aka Grimhilde/Cruella--, and SeaDragon--aka Ursula/Maleficent) but I wanted to talk about only the ones I developed myself, since I think the creators of those ship names would be better equipped to talk about them.

#answered #long post #the lich's dark fairytale #cards & dice #a new DIRECTIVE #the horned king #maleficent #dr facilier #oogie boogie #AUTO #DOR-15

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ophiexb · 3 years

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Based off this post here

@keitozwurld wanted Alex tucking Willie’s hair behind his ear, and @wlwcarries added some pretty amazing tags about it happening when the boys save Willie - So naturally I wrote it.

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The band is so focused on the fact there back, that the curse is lifted and everything’s going to be okay. Unfinished business aside and everything else doesn’t matter anymore because they're together and they get to play music, and that’s really all that matters right?

Luke and Julie launch into writing beautiful songs together, composing all kinds of fun and creative things that just blow each and every single one before out of the park using all those emotions and feelings from their ordeal to channel beautiful music. Reggie has taken up communicating with Carlos; after all the boy knows there around now so there’s no point in pretending and honestly? Reggie really likes him. He spends a lot of his time with the other Molina sibling working on who knows what-conspiracy theories and ideas of the ghost world?

Alex was just as glad as everyone else he wasn’t going to just suddenly move on, and suddenly lose everything after just getting something at least close to happiness. The band was back, the guys were happy, they’d get to make music and do what they always loved and always enjoyed...but Alex was alone a lot...more than a lot. He was pretty much always alone now-Luke occupied by Julie and Reggie by Ray(who still didn’t know about them) and Carlos. Alex just...wandered. Up and down the streets of LA until they needed him to play or practice. He’d show up for those couple hours enjoying the routine of drumming and being able to work through some stuff through those motions...only to find himself right back here in the end.

Willie was gone; likely because of the fact he helped them, or because Caleb lost them to Julie and he was taking it out on the poor skater...either way he was gone and it was Alex’s fault. They’d joked-you never forget your First Ghost, and all kinds of stuff that they thought was helpful. About focusing on music, and that he’ll meet other ghosts. But he didn’t want to meet other ghosts. Other Ghost didn’t call him Hot Dog, and hold his hand while trying to teach him to skate. They didn’t help him scream away the anxiety and...they didn’t make him feel whole.

Willie made Alex feel like he mattered and without it-he was left with that ache across his chest and no real purpose. Was he just to play drums? Always and forever? Alex didn’t know if he could do that-but being dead complicated things. He couldn’t….do much else. So he was left to just worry about Willie. To worry what happened to the long haired man who made Alex feel like he had purpose-if he was suffering. If he was hurting-oh god what he was hurting? Those painful jolts that he felt coming back to his mind. What if he was waiting for Alex to save him and all Alex was doing was aimlessly wandering around Los Angeles. If he hadn’t been so set on helping the guys get back at Trevor, if he hadn’t been so intent on answering all his anxiety filled questions-they could of just been happy. They could of skated through the city and run through closed places with no one to stop them. Willie could teach him about Justin Bieber and some of those other names he mentioned. Instead he was probably gone- and it was Alex’s fault. He was suffering and no longer free all because of them and-

“Alex!” The voice managed to make it through his thoughts, there were hands on him a lot of them and he felt himself dragged up against something warm. There were to many hands-his hands shifted by they were caught being held gently against his chest. “Alex!” The voice shouted again, it sounded so scared...why were they scared? Was...was it Willie calling for him?

Why couldn’t he move?

His focus shifted from the racing thoughts to the touch, the hands on him and the voices all around him. His panic and horrified thoughts slowly fading as he tried to figure out what was going on. It felt-everything felt tight and painful and like he couldn’t breath. But he was a ghost right? He didn’t need to breath-so what was going on? It felt like his chest was being squished slowly by an elephant-making it impossible to take in any air-and then it all clicked and he gasped. Arching against the body holding him with a cough.

He hadn’t had a panic attack this bad since 1994.

“Alex Alex please-“ The voice pleaded in his ear, it didn’t sound so scared anymore-it sounded like they were crying. Pleading with so much sorrow and Alex focused on that. On the whispered cries and pleas as the world slowly shifted into focus. Things returned slowly. One by one-

Julie was crouched over him, her dark eyes filled with tears as she kneeled close but her hands were to herself. She looked so scared and Alex wanted to ask her why, but her face lit up seeing him look at her. “Hey-Hey Alex…” She soothed his hands fumbled and gently she moved to grasp it tightly. The other one being caught and he turned to see Reggie-he had the same expression Julie did.

Which means the body behind him, rubbing over his chest and rocking him is Luke. Slowly the whispers come through, coaching him to breath and calm down. To slowly and gently bring him down from the peak he got lost him and slowly, and oh so slowly, he comes down. He’s breathing now, heavily and shakily but there coming in. The tightness eases up slowly and slightly. Unwinding from around his heart and lungs and he’s just spent, tears running down his cheek and his face burns with embarrassment.

“I wish I could get him some water.” Julie whispered playfully to the guys trying to lighten her own anxiety and racing heart over worry for the blonde, Reggie laughs sympathetically but Luke’s focus is all on Alex.

“You back?” He whispers softly when he feels all the muscles unclench in the other and Alex gives a weak nodd. Luke sinks into him with a sharp noise and squeezes Alex against him.

“W-What was that? Was that Caleb? I thought we fixed it…” Julie asked softly, panic creeping into her voice a bit that they’d still lose one of them. That she didn’t save them all. Alex’s breathing hitches at the name and he feels that panic creep back up into his skin and Luke shushes him softly, his hands in his hair.

“Breath. Breath Alex...I’ve got you I’m right here.” He coaches softly, Julie gets the hint the poor girl and doesn’t say anything, watching as Luke coaches the other down again before it can spiral. They don’t move, no one moves at all. Just gently touching over him rubbing over his hands, through his hair and finally Alex just feels exhausted. Like he can fall through the floor and never come back. Luke is solid behind him though keeping him from doing just that.

No one asks, no one says anything, unsure if moving will spark anything or change anything. Alex can’t find his voice right now and they don’t seem to mind. He’s not even sure how long passes, Reggies climbing up slowly staying in eyesight to turn on the radio before coming back. The silence being filled does it’s job to calm him more and he finally feels stable enough to curl more against Luke. The man simply adjusts his legs and pulls him tighter against him. He can tell their scared, there worried and he owes them answers.

“I’m sorry.” Is the first thing out of his mouth, it doesn’t even sound like him. Croaked out through sandpaper and glass and Luke shushes him softly.

“That was - that was a bad one.” Luke whispered finally, unable to help himself. His hands are still shaking at the image. They’d been playing, messing around and Reggie had just gotten back from the main house. He’d turned to ask Alex if he was ready to find the drummer curled against himself against the wall. He wasn’t making a noise, but he kept flickering and honesty it scared Luke in ways he hadn’t been scared before. Because before it had been all of them, all together but the idea of losing only Alex?. He wrapped around the other afraid he’d vanish and they’d never see him again if they didn’t, if he didn’t hold him like Luke was the thing keeping him here. He’d recognized what it was right away and there wasn’t anything more they could do. Nothing to bring him back around until he was ready.

“What happened?” Julie finally whispered, even her hands were shaking.

“It’s...sometimes he gets them. Panic attacks and stuff. He use to have an inhaler for it...and we had all kinds of techniques like salt, or breathing exercises...but now that…” Reggie gestured. “None of them would work the same…”

“I’m so sorry Alex…” Julie whispered her hands coming up to comb through his hair and he closed his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it or are you not ready?”

Alex didn’t feel like he’d ever be ready but the name was through his lips before he could stop himself. “Willie.” He forced out and it seemed like Reggie suddenly remembered as well. Luke tensing behind him a bit. “I haven’t seen him since-since he helped us play the show….I’m so worried-worried Caleb hurt him because of us. That something-that he needs our help but I don’t know how to save him without risking everything again.” He rambled that sharp tone coming and Luke pressed gently grounding him again.

“Well….maybe I can lift Willies curse the way I did yours?” Julie offered looking between the three ghosts. “Maybe I can save him to...I can set him free…”

“Jules…” Luke said softly. “We don’t even know if you can see him. You haven’t seen other ghosts until us yeah? If you can’t see him-who knows if you can hug him? As far as we know we’ve got connections to you….but he doesn’t.”

“He’s got Willie.” Julie said firmly. “And that’s enough to try right? We can’t just leave someone who saved you to suffer a horrible, dark death. You guys have me, and each other. He-he only has Alex.” She defended.

“But what are we going to do? Caleb won’t let him out if he does have him, and it’s not like we can go in to get him. And for all we know he’ll hurt you!” Luke protested.

“That’s not true.” Julie pointed out. “We got into the Orpheum.” She countered. “Something you also thought was impossible. You know where this club is right?” They nodded. “Then we just need to come up with a plan- and he’s a ghost what’s the worst he can do to me?”

“But Caleb says they move around a lot…” Reggie added. “That they play all over the world.”

“But Willie doesnt. He stays here.” Alex whispered. “We don’t know if all ghosts can travel the same way….”

“And it’s worth a shot-if we worry about the what if’s we’ll never help him.” Julie said firmly. “We’ve just got to come up with a plan to get into the club and find him…”

“Caleb...Has all this staff and crew. If someone were to sneak in he might not even notice.” Luke reasoned. “All these waitresses and waiters-but we won’t be able to just walk right in. He’s probably waiting for us-for Alex if anything.”

“Maybe that’s it!” Julie grinned, shifting to look at them. “Maybe we play into that. That he’s looking and waiting for Alex to come to Willie. It’ll lead us right to him and when we’ve got him boom-We set him free and run!” She gestured. “It’s not like he can curse you again! Your free from him.”

“We don’t know what else he’s capable of…” Reggie pointed out.

“I’ll do it.” Alex said firmly, sitting up slowly with Luke’s help. “I don’t care about the risks. Willie risked it all for us-we can do the same.” Julie beamed at him, slowly pulling him into a hug before they were getting to work. Alex had to play a part-and he was willing to do it if it meant freeing the other. Even if it meant risking everything again. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t keep going and drumming. Being this ghost knowing the cost. Once Alex seemed sure and aware enough they started talking, discussing everything and all with Julie they could possibly think of.

They needed to do this right or they’d end up in a bigger mess than before. After all there was no beating Caleb. There was only saving Willie and hoping he’d back off or something-maybe. Either way there focus and goal was set and everything else could come later.

Turns out Caleb was waiting for them to make the first move he knew Alex would come for Willie and the moment they’d made contact he was there at the spot Alex had set. A dazzling display of elegance and not at all phased by the blonde all alone in front of him. “Oh goodness, Alexander have you changed your mind all alone? Where are your friends?”

“Where’s Willie?” Alex demanded, ignoring everything else. “I know you have him.” He hadn’t ever had so much confidence in his voice and even Caleb raised a brow at him.

“So rude-I asked a question….have you. Changed your mind?” He repeated. “After all Alexander I did tell you you could have everything and anything you desired if you joined...including Willie…”

“I want to see him first.” Alex said looking at him. Calebs eerily blue eyes and wide smile. He gestured and the air shifted Willie appearing next to him with a noise, his eyes going wide to see the blonde.

“Alex.” He couldn’t help but be shocked, he’d thought surely the other had crossed over but here he was. Completely unphased and before him. “Alex what are-“ Caleb was quick to silence him with those familiar shocks that made the other jerk.

“How do I know you won’t just kill him?” Alex asked softly looking at the other as his eyes widened looking up at him. He couldn’t…

“My promise means everything of course.” Caleb said simply. “Im never one to break a promise….“

“That’s not enough.” Alex said firmly. “I want him to be safe-to he free.” Calebs eyes widened a bit but he was quick to cover it.

“Why I think that’s more than a fair trade, I can always get another waiter.” He mocked. “So-do we have a deal.” He repeated his hand reaching out to Alex.

“Let me...let me say goodbye.” Alex whispered the tears coming now, and it only seemed to delight Caleb more. He seemed to agree because he let Willie rush over, the man’s arms wrapping around Alex’s.

“You can’t-you can’t do this Alex it’s not worth it! I’m not worth it!” He protested his voice was rough, tears in those beautiful doe eyes and Alex only smiled. A mantra of please work please work in his head.

“Hold on.” He whispered wrapping around the other tightly and in an instant they were in the studio. Willies eyes going wide as he jerked away, the shock running through his body with a gasp. “We don’t have much time Calebs going to know where I took you-I had. I had to get you out of there.” Alex whispered frantacilly. “I couldn’t leave you there to die by his hand not after everything you did for us.”

“Alex.” Willie whispered tearfully, but the blonde only wrapped around him squeezing tightly. “You idiot.” He couldn’t help it laughing as he held right back. His fingers digging into the other. “He’s going to kill us both don’t you get that? How-how did-“ He jolted again with a cry.

“I-Julie. Julie saved us and maybe. Maybe she can save you to?” He asked tearfully. Looking up at the dark haired girl sitting with Luke and Reggie, she climbed up and she was looking right at him.

She could see him.

She could see him!

“It’s nice to finally meet you...Can I?.” She said softly, her own eyes filled with tears as she gestured and they shifted to make room for her to be wrapped around the two of them. Pouring every emotion possible into it, her love for sweet, gentle Alex. The one who always made she was okay and checked on her, and this poor soul who’d been tortured and abused by this man who tried to take her boys from her. How she just wanted to save him to how she wanted to save all of them and she felt that warmth and sensation as if the other was solid under her hands in the same way.

Willie jerked his eyes wide looking between the two. “You-how?”

“Honestly we have no idea but we’re not going to question it too much.” Luke joked softly, his own eyes wet at the thought that they did it. They saved him, they saved another from Caleb. Julie stepped away her hands touching the two of them but slowly moving to give them space. Overwhelmed she’d managed to save another from Caleb, it had to mean something right?

Willie looked at Alex, his face breaking out into an impossible smile as he tossed himself at the blonde again the two almost rocking as they squeezed one another. Sure, they were both ghosts. They were both dead-but they weren’t cursed anymore. They weren’t trapped and tied to this fate-and they were together.

They slowly pulled back but the hands and arms still twined together. Willies hair falling around his face and Alex gently reached to push it back behind his ear to see his face properly, that brilliant smile across his innocent face and Willie was almost speechless. “You...you really came. You came to save me.” He couldn’t believe it.

Alex could only smile through his own tears and emotions. “I told you I’d follow you.” He joked roughly, and Willie pulled him close again, only this time his hand found the back of the blondes hair, pulling him close so their lips could meet.

They’d have forever now.

#willex #willie nolastname #Alex Mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #jatp

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Out of Sight

Summary: Y/N has an unexpected dash of inspiration. Arthur doesn't require much convincing.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Words: 4,221

A/N: This fun little request comes from @sweet-nothings04. You're wonderful and I hope this meets your expectations. Thanks for the request - I can't imagine ever writing this without it! 🙈 Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for agreeing to beta!

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Words didn't often fail Y/N, but the admission left her foggy, reminiscent of what she'd experienced after tipping over in a wheelbarrow race at a school fair. Her foot swung back and forth as she sat on the counter. Fiddled with the phone cord and twisted its beige, plastic curls around her fingers. Were there signs she'd missed? Was her gut right in insisting she was a terrible friend?

"Marriage counseling?" she repeated.

Arthur stopped filling his bowl with sandy, pecan cookies, alarm encroaching his features. She waved off his concern, mouthing "not us" before she spoke into the receiver. "I'm so sorry." With a grimace of understanding, he patted her knee and ducked out, sweets in hand. No doubt he'd ask her to elaborate. Not that she had anything to share. Not yet. "I had no idea you and Robert were having problems."

Patricia laughed lightly on the other end. "Neither of us have our bags packed." A whistle came from the background. Vague cheering. Then mild cursing about how terrible this season's Gotham Guardsmen's picks were. She sighed. "The little green monster's dropped-in since your wedding. Don't get me wrong. I couldn't be happier for you if you were my own sister."

Y/N wished Patricia was within arm's reach instead of all the way in Burnside.

"Next month we'll have been married thirty-five years," Patricia continued with a rare nostalgia. "We're a team, Robert and me. But we've both let things go, gotten old. I'd like the spark back before we lose the kindling."

Pursing her lips, Y/N bit back her qualms. Rebutting the steps Patricia had taken was uncalled for, and doubly so when she needed her support. Besides. Y/N understood them. She'd climbed them once, too.

When she'd begun to figure out the direction in which the weather vane of her life pointed, the comfort and confidence she'd shared with her ex-husband had started to wither. Transformed over the years into an awareness that her childish belief in love being enough was inaccurate. It was natural, she thought in hindsight. They'd wed at seventeen and twenty-one. But divorce had been uncommon back then, particularly in a small town in the Bible Belt. The night she'd moved in with a friend (a tactic to delay confessing defeat to her family), Jeff suggested they speak with a professional. Though her heart had known it was over, she cared for him. She couldn't deny them the chance to salvage their union, no matter how remote.

A solitary counselor was available, a disadvantage of rural living. The man claimed to be a pioneer in couples therapy, having begun his practice in the thirties. One forty-five-minute drive later and they'd found themselves squished into a leather loveseat in a smoky, cramped office. Diplomas and certificates covered the walls, the veracity of which she couldn't verify. Dr. Ellis's puffy pink cheeks and offer of sweet tea had been kinder than his approach.

Fountain pens and worksheets were provided with the mumbled instruction to answer honestly. But the questions had not fit her situation. They were for women who desired to be happy homemakers. To plan meals and do the weekly shopping. To nurse children and have dinner ready by six. Responsibilities and life stages that had given her mother purpose - a purpose that mostly eluded Y/N. Every comma and quotation mark inferred fault. And Dr. Ellis had read her responses like a disappointed teacher.

Somehow the filmstrips, accompanied by a crackling LP, were worse. Mr. Provider and Mrs. Housewife were featured. He consistently came home on time. She always wore an apron. The narrator's spiritless voice contrasted with the cheery soundtrack while matching Y/N's mood. A lively ping! cued them to advance to the next still, a duty switched between her and Jeff to practice teamwork. At least the sidelong looks they shared could still connect them.

The slides, the homework, the speeches. They all pointed to one problem: her. Her parents were a model couple. Didn't she know encouraging her husband in his livelihood was her job? That his main obligation was to invite her to share his success? She had to mend her ways. Make herself more attractive. Be grateful he displayed his affection by returning to her after a long day at the office; he could just as easily hang out at The Rusty Boot.

Not a little indignant, she'd stared at Jeff's profile. Downcast eyes betrayed his regret and assured she'd maintain composure, for his sake if nothing else. She fixed her focus on Dr. Ellis and gave the situation a good, long think. Jeff had never questioned her ambitions. Who the hell was this jackass to judge?

She'd covered Jeff's hand, rubbed his knuckle with her thumb. "You're the expert here, doctor. But isn't it possible neither party is at fault?"

"Mrs. Thompson, I've heard that misconception from many of my clients. It's never led anywhere positive. Now-"

"But what if they're both good people?" she interrupted, hanging onto diplomacy by a thread. Her resolve stayed, even as her volume lowered at the prospect of wounding the man she'd loved as a girl. "Good people who've grown apart?"

Dr. Ellis took what she'd learned was his usual position on the corner of his cherry desk. "You're mistaking natural sex differences for incompatibility. Not every husband allows his wife to work outside the home." His paternal smile hadn't diminished the sting of his words. "If you want your marriage to thrive, I'd advise a little more maturity. And I think I have just the book to help you."

Twenty tons of silence festered on the ride home, louder than the pulse beating her eardrum. Distress distracted her from noticing the run in her stockings. And it was drizzling. She cracked the passenger window of the Lincoln Continental, anyway. Closed her eyes at the bite of raw air against her overheated face.

"Look, I don't agree with what that guy says," Jeff started. He pulled at the gearshift and flicked the turn-signal. "Not when it comes to you."

As the car came to a stop, she swiped at her eyes. "I'm not going again." The press of a napkin to her palm prompted a mix of appreciation and annoyance. For his courtesy and that he'd detected her tears. "Do you even like being married to me?"

"Y/N-"

"Please." She flinched at his attempt to embrace her. "Don't spare my feelings."

Headlights from a passing car flashed in the cabin, revealing his stretched lips. He raked back his thinning hair. The quiet shake of his head when he moved to gaze at her was a relief. "I miss the girl I fell in love with."

She offered a slight shrug and pulled the corners of the tissue. "I don't like it, either."

His rapid blink softened her posture, along with the recognition that the dream they'd had was also out of reach for him. "I'm proud of the woman you've become," he said. "Even if she's not what I need."

"I don't want to be a lawyer's wife." A quiet laugh bubbled up. "The oral arguments are terrible."

He checked his blind spot and put the sedan back into drive. "I'll file the papers tomorrow. We can tell your parents and sister together. If you'd like." After some seconds, she'd slid across the bench seat and put her head on his shoulder, heartened by an affinity she'd nearly forgotten.

Counseling techniques must have evolved, Y/N considered. Perhaps Patricia would find help instead of blame. If not, tips in women's magazines were a tacky if economical alternative. She'd have to check the breakroom at work for forgotten issues.

She hopped off the counter and poured herself another cup of decaf. "Let me know if we can do anything. And how it goes."

"The first few sessions were great. I picked up a few booklets. 'Modern Marriage,' 'The Complete Woman...' Oh!" Paper shuffled as Y/N put back the milk. "'Enrichment & Exploration: Tips for Bedroom Fun.' I tried reading it with Robert the other night, but he left when I mentioned massagers and blindfolds."

"He's sixty," Y/N snorted. "Give him time."

Peeking around the corner, she spotted Arthur in his writing nook. He stood to stretch, then grab his lighter and pack of Stuttons. The low sit of his pajama bottoms was enough of a temptation for her to tuck her lip. An unexpected spasm tickled her abdomen. "Brief me on the blindfold chapter."

~~~~~

Nervous anticipation had kept her feverish for hours, ever since she'd bid farewell to Arthur with a "Save a smile for me" on her way out the door. His clumsy smooch lingered as she changed the date on her rubber stamp. While she cleaned the office refrigerator, she spent a good sixty seconds pressing a cup of expired yogurt to her flush cheeks. When the shoulder strap of her canvas bag gave out, she shrugged rather than cursed and settled the tote in her lap. With her plan in mind, the corners of her lips refused to relax .

After working the grand opening of the Gotham Mall, Arthur had the workshop she'd registered him for, a beginners' seminar for stand-ups. He'd be home right around six. That would give her thirty minutes to change into her mini nightdress with the ruffled hemline, dab musk oil behind her earlobes, and put on an LP. Dinner would be delayed - neither of them would be in the mood if they were too full. If she remembered correctly, they had a pizza in the freezer, the good kind with the real pepperoni and rising crust. She just had to figure out if she should wait in the bedroom or lounge on the sofa like a poor-man's Lauren Bacall.

As she unlocked the apartment, however, there came a muffled phomp-phomp-phomp. The unmistakable sound of a sink plunger. Fuck. This was the third time this month. Pushing through the door, she hoped the super had called a different plumber. It had taken ages to clean up the stray sediment left behind by the last one. Upon entering, Arthur's plaid bag came into view, next to his keys on the counter. A glance into the kitchen confirmed he was trying his hand at the repair.

"Hey." Y/N hung her coat, glad her consternation was hidden by the wall. "What happened to your class?" she asked with deliberate playfulness. "Did they decide you were too advanced?" She crossed her arms and moved to the doorway. Tried to hold onto the tendrils of fading arousal by taking him in.

A pleased chuckle. "The instructor left a message." Phomp-phomp-phomp."It'll be rescheduled."

"I know you were looking forward to it." The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt and flexing biceps were having the right effect. She ambled towards him. "Let me help."

"It's fine. I had to do this a lot at my old place." The set of his jaw tightened as it gave it another go.

They went through the litany of usual questions. Arthur contently reported the mall had gone well, except for a couple of teenagers who'd given him grief at the start. ("Nothing serious. They were just kids.") Her nine-to-five had been quite low-key, she explained, and had allowed her to catch-up on a backlog of paperwork. ("With the new judge, we keep having to file motions for correction.") But when he asked about this evening, she mused and tapped her fingertips on the counter. Horny, annoyed at her thwarted plan, yet nevertheless itching to seduce him

Water streamed as he turned the faucet's handle, followed by his satisfied hum. He tidied up, then washed to his elbows. Grabbed the nearby dish towel and pivoted on his heel to face her. "What is it?" he asked at her lack of response. He wiped his hands a little harder. "I thought you'd be glad I'm already here."

Seeking to allay his concern, she scooted next to him with a gentle nudge. "You know I am. You've been running through my head all day." She scrunched her nose. "I just had this idea for a romantic evening and wanted to surprise you."

"Oh." Pink colored his chiseled cheekbones and his eyes softened. "You still could. I'd like that." Ardor sparked anew in her belly. Unfurled as he leaned into her, grin cutting across his mouth and straight into her heart. "Would ten minutes be enough?"

Her toes curled. His enthusiasm for her, for them, had a habit of sending electricity up her spine. "Better make it eight," she pronounced.

A sharp nod and a pat to her bottom later, he dashed off. Once the bathroom door shut, Y/N rushed to rummage in his workbag, delighted when she found her prize. She scurried to the stereo and put on one of her soul records. Adjusted the volume to a suggestion instead of distraction. Though the genre wasn't his favorite, it never failed to induce the swivel of his hips. Unbuttoning, unzipping, she made her way to the bedroom. Yanked off her tan skirt and jacquard sweater before carelessly tossing them in the nearby chair.

She'd just gotten settled on the foot of the bed when Arthur sauntered in. Clad in his white briefs and wrinkled socks. "That was five," she said and wadded her pantyhose to hurl at him.

He dodged it easily, stepping forward to gaze at her with hooded eyes, their clear green darkened with need. He licked his lips. "I think it was four." Without further preamble, he knelt between her legs. Scrambling up the bed, she kicked subtly against his hold on her calves. Bit her lip on a giggle as he crawled over her lap to smother her with kisses. She rested on the headboard and nabbed his red and gold Carnival tie from under her pillow.

He quirked a dark brow. "What, you want me to wear it?"

Before any reservation could resurface, she smoothed the broad neck of the tie over her eyes and secured it loosely at her temple. Hesitation floated through the air. Threatened to pierce the veil of desire that enveloped her. She wondered what he was waiting for. If he was wearing that wolfish grin he saved for the bedroom. Or if a modicum of anxiety had spawned. She had sprung this on him without prior discussion. The muffled music from the living room switched to the next song. She attempted to peek under the bottom of the makeshift blindfold, tried to make out more than a vague shadow in the muted light.

But then he sunk into her. Wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed her into the mattress. "If you're uncomfortable, tell me," he murmured into her mouth. "Please."

The implication of his request, albeit more loving than licentious, wracked her with want. She couldn't halt her shudder. Blindly, she reached to cup his face. "I trust you," she promised. To both him and herself.

His round nose dragged down the underside of her jaw. "Where'd you get this idea?"

The caress of his smile on the crook of her neck caused a delicious heaviness to settle in her center. "A pamphlet."

"On what?" He tugged at the knot between her ample breasts. Fondled her through the thin satin. "How to make your husband high-strung?"

She carefully skimmed the rigid bulge in his briefs with her knee. "It was actually on how to loosen him up," she retorted. He always loved it when she paraphrased one of his jokes.

Every hushed kiss, every whisper of him against her flesh was magnified. Forced her to concentrate solely on him, to pay attention to each move he made. His humid, hot breath teased her nipple, prompted it to pebble with a twinge. When she released an embarrassingly desperate whimper, he snorted lightly and slipped his palm to the middle of her back. Following his lead, she arched into him. His soft curls brushed her as he laved her areola, swirled his tongue around it, her skin coming alive at the contact. Weathered hands that had so eagerly learned how to touch her groped her neglected breast, rolled its peak between slender, nimble fingers. She fisted the pillow, tipped her head, and grasped his shoulder with a cry. "Arthur..."

Getting her going usually wasn't difficult. Especially when she'd been thinking about making love for an inappropriate number of office hours. But the suspense of not seeing where he'd next pet her, of every caress being a discovery, had her core already pulsing for him. The intrigue was a treat. The best case she'd ever worked on. His strokes walked a path to every clue.

His fingertips skimmed her inner thighs. Groaning, he hooked them under the waistband of her bikini, tugged until she lifted her rear. He pulled them off hastily. With a gentle pressure, he encouraged her to open herself to him. She did so gladly, splaying her legs without a hint of self-consciousness. The relatively cool temperature of the room hit her hot, swollen folds and she quivered.

Then there was an odd sensation at her clit. Scratchy. Rough like a canvas. And was that a corner? After a few seconds it was clear it wasn't doing it for her. And she didn't think Arthur was trying to wipe away her slick. Reaching down, she found a twisted bedsheet in his fist. She was relieved he hadn't run to the kitchen for ice.

"Not good?" he asked.

She softened the blow. "You feel better."

The pad of his thumb trailed over her patch of springy hair, a faint tease that sent a dizzying current racing through her limbs. She strove towards him but he didn't oblige. Rather, he took her hand and placed it on her labia. Guided her to dip within her inner lips. A short moan left her, at the sensation and the sound of his increasingly labored breathing, tinged by his deep voice. "You look like sex," he blurted.

Laughing, she halted. Whenever something brazen spilled from his mouth, however left-footed, she adored it. She clasped his sides. "What does that mean?"

"If I'd seen you in a magazine," he started, moving to settle over and straddle her. His hard-on grazed her abdomen, leaving a damp trail of his arousal in its wake. Even as she wondered when he'd taken off his underwear, her muscles tensed and she gasped. Playful pecks met her cleavage. "You'd be pasted on every page of my journal."

Her reply slipped out before discretion could take hold. "We better buy a Polaroid." A stitch of reluctance before she added, "Just keep them in your desk."

He uncurled her fingers and pressed her palm to his chest. "Touch me," he whispered, pleaded. Her pulse quickened. With an unhurried deliberation, he guided her over the peaks and valleys of his body. The lean pectorals she loved to nuzzle after a weary day. The freckled indent of his sternum. Downward, to the slightly loose skin around his navel, then the soft, toned curve of his abdomen.

Unable to resist, she stretched to chart the ridge of muscle leading to his groin. "You make me so wet."

He let out a bashful giggle, edged with excitement. The instant he rasped his next words against her forehead, she knew he was doing his damnedest to rival her. He pushed her hand to his erection. "You make me so hard."

She followed the bulging vein from base to tip, encircled him with a firm grip. The vibration of his harsh grunt rumbled through her and he jerked forward. Released her wrist to stroke her vulva and flick back and forth along her aching nub. Focusing on the satiny feel of his flesh, the heaviness of his length, she felt petite. Feminine. Powerful. Her hand glided between his legs, cupped the sensitive skin with care. His practiced rhythm faltered. The elbow beside her ear trembled.

While he was a captivating visual, one she missed, her imagination was determined to compensate for her lack of sight. Breathless moans spun her fantasies. Perspiration tickled her nose, woodsy and sweet, conjuring memories of his taste in her mouth. Then all at once he was inside her, going down on her, sucking at her while fucking into her. Impossible feats that nevertheless caused a fever in her brain. "Oh, god," she mewled. Her wanton writhing hastened. She ground against his thigh. "I want your cock in me."

He took hold of himself as she held herself open. The blunt tip of him slid just inside her entrance, a drop when she needed an ocean. She grabbed his hips and thrust upward, hissing as he stretched her completely. "You're fucking tight," he uttered through clenched teeth.

She smoothed her palms over his back, memorized each notch of his ribs. The odd angle of his distended shoulder. The strong tendons at the nape of his neck. He crushed her closer, until her mouth bumped his clavicle. She nibbled lightly, licked the salty sheen of sweat from its hollow, drawing her name from his lips and rapid bucks of his pelvis. "Fuck me," she said, a command and an appeal.

A creak came from above. She followed his taut arm to find he'd clutched the headboard. It occurred to her, then, that her inability to see had been liberating for him. Enough to let go of his inhibitions, to give voice to the bawdy, wonderful things he'd said, to not worry about his appearance.

She reached to swipe her clit steadily, relentlessly. Tears pricked her eyes as she became weightless. Her frame seized, and she came with a choked cry. She sniffled and laughed into his neck, overwhelmed by him. The way he made love to her as if he sought to erase her earlier trials and replace them with the present.

His throaty, punctuated groans, his fingernails digging into her ass divulged his approaching release. She ran her foot along his calf, relished in his body as its angles pressed into her. He balanced himself on his knees, snapping into her at an erratic pace. Then all at once he moaned sharply and went rigid, cock twitching. She cradled the back of his head while his essence marked her walls, closed her eyes when he sprawled on top of her.

Raking her hands through his loose waves, she swallowed thickly. Although she'd always enjoyed sex, exploring this way hadn't been conceivable with anyone else. Allowing that match to light, allowing herself to fan that flame had been unthinkable. She'd felt inadequate. Unable to live up to others' demands, especially her own. There'd been too many boxes to check. Revealing herself in that way would have been a demonstration of trust she wasn't quite ready for.

Being an established woman on equal footing with her partner wasn't something she'd believed possible. She'd been content to go without and find meaning through her work. Arthur had helped her augment that. She could be tough as old leather or delicate as gossamer without concern he'd see her differently. If expectations were left unmet, their easy discussions and compromises promised they'd never become resentments. They supported each other - authentically and as themselves.

For the first time, she knew she was loved for who she truly was. And she wouldn't have to change to keep it.

Choppy panting gradually ceased, replaced by leisurely, happy sighs. He skimmed her flank, then the curve of her hip. She tickled his midriff gently, only stopping when he reclaimed her lips and slid his tongue against hers. Tenderly, he loosened the knot at her temple. She blinked at the orange, evening light invading her eyes. When his came into focus, they were still dilated, a tad sleepy. And so full of affection her breath caught.

Cheek propped on the heel of his hand, he raised his eyebrows. "How was it?"

"You have to ask?" she chuckled, swatting his backside.

A stray lock tumbled towards her as he bent closer. "I wanna hear it."

"Wonderful." Her thighs tightened, keeping him within her. "What I've been craving all day."

His smile was a slow build, equal parts shy and deservedly smug. Then he stared at his tie. "I- I don't know if I'll ever be able to wear that again."

She snorted and looped it around his neck, secured it with a half-Windsor knot. "You're a professional, Mr. Fleck. You'll manage."

He rolled to her left and yanked open the nightstand drawer to riffle through its contents. "What else is in the pamphlet?"

"Hey!" She batted him half-heartedly, boosted herself on her elbow, and spooned him. "What if I had a surprise hidden in there?"

Undeterred, he huffed. "It wouldn't beat this."

"Patricia told me about it." He stilled and slanted his gaze her way. "I can get a copy."

At first, Y/N assumed he'd contradict her. That he wanted to keep their escapades private. But once a few seconds had passed, Arthur acquiesced with a smirk and snatched a nearby tissue. Wiped himself off and tossed it in the woven wastebasket. He reclined beside her, hands folded behind his head. "Okay. Just don't give away my whole act."

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motherofoliver · 3 years

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Bloom Me A Flower, Maybe Two

(AO3)

Summary: Silly fluff, Kaneki meeting his daughter for the first time and giving her a name.

Word Count: 1,582

Notes: This was the first work I ever shared online and I deleted it along with my account during a particularity difficult time. Although reading it now, I see a lot of things I would like to fix, I am still proud of being able to share it.

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“Touka is in labor. Come quick.”

The call was short, like all of Ayato’s calls, but it was enough to send a jolt of panic through Kaneki’s body. He was on the outskirts of the city with some members from the United Front and was preparing to start running in whatever direction led to the hospital until Hide placed a calming hand on his shoulder, implicitly understanding the terrified look on Kaneki’s face, and telling him they could take Marude’s car.

So that was how he found himself squished in the backseat between Takeomi (Yoriko was already with Touka) and Itou (just excited about seeing a baby) while Hide (for the father’s emotional support) took the front seat and Marude (who wouldn’t allow anyone else to drive his new car) drove, grumbling about having to leave the mission early.

Itou was excitedly asking Kaneki a lot of questions like is it a boy or a girl? (he didn’t know, they wanted to keep it as a surprise, but he could’ve sworn Kimi slipped and said a she during their last appointment). Natural or cesarean? (natural if they could help it, despite his own objections to Touka having to put herself through so much pain after seeing that educational video). Would the child eat normal food? (Most likely if Kimi’s predictions were right, and they usually are). Did they have the nursery ready? (It’s been ready for a month with Urie personally doing the drawings on the wall). Will they have anyone to help the first few weeks the baby is born? (They had so many people volunteering to help that they couldn’t schedule all of them, and he and Touka wanted to spend the first night alone with the baby to bond anyway). What were they planning to name the baby? (They actually had no idea, but it wasn’t due to lack of trying).

Question after question, Kaneki appreciated Itou trying to take his mind off worrying about Touka but he really couldn’t focus with him at all. He had read too many books and too many disaster birth stories on mom forums to be able to just relax, and he hated that he wasn’t there to support Touka through what was probably the most painful experience of her life. He kept asking Marude if he could speed up and the man kept telling him, through gritted teeth, that it was the fastest he could go in a residential area.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the hospital and Kaneki all but jumped through the window and into the hospital, running up the stairs to the birth ward. He was met with Yoriko who was crying outside room 125 (the room they booked in advance, Touka thought it was a lucky number), and she came running towards him as soon as she lifted her head. “She is so beautiful, Kaneki, so beautiful. They both are.” she said through sobs while hugging him tightly.

Kaneki mentally beat himself up for missing the birth (and considered beating up Marude before the more sensible version of himself took over) but he returned Yoriko's hug and thanked her. “Go in, she’s waiting for you” Yoriko gently pushed him to the door "I'll join everyone in the cafeteria so you can find me there if you need anything".

Kaneki stood for what seemed like another eternity at the door. He was overwhelmed by so many emotions that he felt a little tingling at the tips of his fingers. On the other side of that door was Touka, and their child, the child she fought so hard to keep, the child they both tried building a better world for, the culmination of all their hopes and dreams. He was so happy and scared that he felt his heart could stop any moment now.

He braced himself and opened the door to be met with an immense amount of sunlight (unusual for this time of year). Once his eyes adjusted, he was witnessing the most beautiful sight in his life. His wife, Touka Kaneki (whom he expected to be exhausted after such an ordeal), was absolutely glowing, looking at the bundle in her arms with the biggest smile he had ever seen. The scene was so perfect that it looked like a painting and Kaneki took a few moments staring to preserve the memory in his mind.

“Touka, I am so sorry I missed the birth” he apologized quietly, but Touka looked up at him, still beaming, and gestured him to come closer.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re here now, come look at our daughter” she turned the bundle towards Kaneki so he can see.

“She has sesame pudding hair!”

Those were not the first words Kaneki wanted to say upon first meeting his daughter but he couldn’t help himself. Touka laughed and nodded “I was surprised too but it’s cute, I like it”.

Mesmerized, Kaneki couldn’t help but agree as he gently stroked the hair of his sleeping daughter with his finger. “Poor thing was exhausted after the birth and Kimi doing her exam so she is just taking a well earned rest”, Touka brushed her cheek with her finger and the little girl scrunched her nose, much to her parent’s delight.

Kaneki was still in awe, he had read and heard stories, but nothing could compare to the feeling of warmth spreading through his body now. He moved his finger to his daughter’s hand, and she quickly gripped it. He read about this instinct in babies but in that moment, it felt like she was welcoming him.

“We need to give her a name; I can’t keep calling her Usagi forever. Unless…” Touka looked up at Kaneki with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“We are not naming her Usagi! We discussed this already!”

Touka pouted playfully and turned to look at her child’s face again. “What will we name her then?”

They went through Kaneki’s list of names with meaningful kanji again, Touka rejecting each one again saying they were too old, too pretentious, or just didn’t feel right, then they moved to the names suggested to them by friends and family (Ayato being a huge supporter of any variation of Usagi), but none of them felt right either. They finally got to the list of ridiculous names Hide sent them after creating an online poll with Saiko. Surprisingly enough, Usagi was the most normal name on that list. Kaneki put the list away after reading the first few names, not wanting to name his daughter Toyotama-hime or after a manga character.

With Touka resting her head on his shoulder, Kaneki tried to brainstorm a good name but he was drawing blanks. His eyes drifted back to his sleeping daughter, noticing for the first time the blanket wrapped around her “the hospital has some really nice blankets, don’t they?”

“Oh this isn’t from the hospital, Yomo gave me this. He embroidered that flower on top himself, with Uta’s help of course”. As he felt the intricate design on the blanket, Kaneki couldn’t help but feel his heart swell a little at the thought of all those people in his life that loved him and his family, those people who willingly intertwined their lives with his and allowed him to be part of theirs. It’s been months but he still wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the feeling.

“It made me really happy” Touka suddenly spoke up after a long period of silence, her voice a little somber “back when we first moved underground, I was really afraid we would spend the rest of our lives there, if we managed to live long enough. I never liked that place when I was little and I really dreaded the idea of us dying in a place with no sunlight.”

She had never spoken so candidly about that before, and Kaneki’s heart ached a little at the memory of all they went through during that period.

“But I prayed back then that we would get a sign, even if it’s one flower blooming through a crack” she looked up at him again, eyes filled with tears and a small smile on her face “I didn’t think my prayers would be heard but they were, I got my flower when I found out I was carrying our daughter, and I just knew things would turn around, I would make them turn around myself if I had to” they both chuckled through tears as Kaneki brought her head to his lip and kissed it over and over again.

Kaneki felt his mind clear for a moment and as if it was lurking there all along, he finally thought of the right name.

“How about Ichika?”

“Huh?”

“For a name, how about Ichika?”

One flower.

“Ichika” Touka whispered the name then repeated it, a little louder each time, her face brightening up as if she had finally found what she was looking for, “Ichika, do you like that name?” The little girl in her arms suddenly sneezed and woke herself up. She looked up at her parents with big curious eyes and a little smiled formed on her lips.

“I think she likes it.”

“Kaneki Ichika, has a nice ring to it” Kaneki felt a strange sense of pride at his name being carried by the symbol of hope to Touka and himself.

“And it’s really useful for keeping track of the kids in the future” Touka joked, gently elbowing Kaneki in the ribs.

“You want another baby already! Aren’t you tired?!”

“Not right now! Maybe in a few years. I want us to take our time getting to know little Ichika first”

Ichika made an incomprehensible baby sound that her parents interpreted as agreement.

Overjoyed with the prospect of raising a small child in a world that will be much kinder to her than it was to them when they were little. Kaneki and Touka couldn’t wait to build their life with the new addition to their family.

Their story had just begun.

#touken #fanfic #ken kaneki #kirishima touka #Touka Kirishima #kaneki ken #ichika kaneki #kaneki ichika #kanetou #tg #tgre #tokyo ghoul #My writing

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sanokisses · 4 years

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Too Much to Drink

| Carlos Oliveira x Reader |

prompt: the reader has too much to drink and Carlos looks after her like the good boyfriend he is.

word count: 1,664

a/n: Also guys, I'd be glad to take any requests if you have any! I love writing for this fandom!

You honestly don't know how you got outside the bar in your state but to be fair, it was really loud and hot in there. Too many bodies and ridiculously loud music soon began to make you feel anxious. Fresh air was definitely needed. The streets and sidewalks were empty for the most part and the city lights lit up the streets quite beautifully. You could still hear the blaring music faintly through the thick brick walls but nonetheless the cool city breeze felt amazing on your skin.

Where was he? You missed him. You rummaged through your purse and finally pulled out your phone. It quickly unlocked it due to the facial recognition feature, the tiny bit of soberness in you silently thanked your phone because there was no way you could enter a password right now.

"Hm, mm, mm~" You hummed to yourself as you focused very hard on your phone screen. It took a couple minutes because your vision was blurred and in double, but there it was, the contacts app.

"Found you.." You were quick to find his number. Drunk or sober you knew the contact you were looking for the name was unmistakable.

"💞💓 Carlos 💕💘"

You clicked on his name and put the phone up to your ear. It rang twice before he answered.

"Hello?" He answered. His deep voice making you feel giddy inside and you unintentionally let out a tiny excited gasp. "Babe? I thought you were out with your friends, why you calling me?" He asked.

"Carlos." You hummed happily as you slightly stumbled against the brick wall.

"Yes?" He asked through a chuckle.

"I miss you." You whined and rested your head on the brick wall you were leaning on.

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" Carlos questioned almost getting cut off by your quickness to reply.

"You didn't say I miss you-" You hiccuped. "-back."

"I miss you too, sweetheart." He said. "How much did-"

"I wanna go home." You said suddenly feeling sad. All you wanted was Carlos right now.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" He asked.

"Yes, please." Your voice was soft.

"Alright, I'm on my way." You smiled and hung up your phone.

"(Name)! We were looking everywhere for you!" Voices called out to you. You looked to see your friends practically running towards you from the club's entrance.

"It was hot in there." You pouted as they stood in front of you.

"Did you call Carlos?" Your blue haired friend, Savanna asked while she smoothed out your hair and fixed your lipstick that was slightly out of place. She was always the motherly one that looked after you and quite frankly the one that freaked out the most when everyone realized you were missing.

"Mhm!" You nodded happily making your friends giggle and laugh.

"Girl, you already know she did. If I had a man that looked like that I would call him 24/7." Your tallest friend, Tyler said making everyone laugh.

"Tyler, enough out of you." Your third friend laughed. "Honestly (Name), we were scared. How were we supposed to tell Carlos we lost you?" She laughed again.

"Aisha's right. So he could body slam us? No ma'am." Tyler said causing everyone to erupt in laughter.

A couple minutes passed by of everyone joking around until a familiar car pulled up on the side of the pavement. You immediately got excited when you saw your boyfriend step out of the car and his eyes landed onto you. He shut the driver's door and walked over to you. He was wearing black jeans, a black V-cut shirt and a leather jacket.

"Carlos!" Your lazily leaped to the tall man and wrapped your arms around his neck losing your balance while reaching for him. Carlos caught you and immediately held your hips steadying you in place.

"Easy there, tiger." Carlos studied your state with an amused expression. You were swaying and very much out of it.

"How much did you drink tonight?" Carlos asked slightly amused but still concerned.

"A lot." Your voice was slightly muffled as you happily cuddled up to his chest. You lost track after your 4th jello shot, but in your defense they "weren't that strong" so it was okay to keep downing them.

"A lot?" He chuckled. You shot your head up to look at him.

"Yup! A whoolee lot!" Your eyes were closed accompanied with a loopy smile.

"Alright, let's get you home." Carlos looked up from you to your friends and smiled.

"Thank you guys." He said politely.

"It's no problem. Take good care of her!" Savanna said.

"Bye, (Name)! Love you."

"We love you."

"Stay safe, babe!"

To you, the seemingly disappeared but Carlos saw that they just walked across the street to their car and pulled off. With ease he shifted you to his side wrapping his arm around your waist helping you to his car. Opening the passenger door he made sure you got in safely not bumping your head on the top of the car. You watched him lean over you to buckle your seat belt when a fabulous idea popped in your mind.

"Baby, can we get a slushie?" You asked with your hands clasped and a hopeful look on your face.

"I really want one. A big one!" The seatbelt clicked.

"Please, babe?" Your hands found their way to Carlos' face turning his attention to you but not before squishing his cheeks together.

"You're gonna make yourself sick." He said.

"Am not." You pouted.

"Look, how 'bout we go to the park tomorrow and get some then. Sound good?" He proposed.

"Mhm~" You smiled and hummed at the idea.

The entire car ride home you kept his free hand in yours. Your favorite thing to do was compare his hand size to yours. Taking his hand and placing it up to yours. His long fingers seemed to keep you occupied for the time being. That and the pretty city lights you would sometimes glance up at through the window. Every once in a while Carlos would glance over at you to see if you were okay. Eventually you both made it to your apartment safely. Carlos helped you out the car and into your apartment. As soon as he opened the door he was greeted with a sweet smell.

Your apartment was homey. Fairy lights, potted plants and always a lingering smell of something incredibly sweet due to the wax melters you had around the place. It was always a cozy vibe at your place. Its the complete opposite from Carlos' apartment. You always buy him cute little decorations to out around the place but he always leaves them in one spot.

Carlos helped you down the hallway to your bedroom and sat you down on the edge of your bed. He kneeled in front of you and took off your heels one by one and sat them to the side.

"I'll be back." He stood up and looked at you. "Be still." He said before disappearing into the hallway. You stood up rather quickly and almost lost your balance but after recovering you stripped of everything but your underwear and rummaged through your dresser to find something to sleep in. Eventually you decided on a old oversized band shirt you're not really sure where you got it from. You stumbled your way into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You still had makeup on and it felt incredibly heavy on your skin.

"Babe?" Carlos called for you from the bedroom.

"In here.." You replied softly.

"What are you doin'?" He stood in the doorway holding something but you weren't paying much attention, all you cared about was getting this makeup off.

"'m taking off my makeup.." You rubbed your face with the tissue.

"With dry toilet paper? Goddam, (Name). Let me help you out." He said.

You sat on the ottoman in the bathroom crisscross style watching your boyfriend in contentment as he looked for your makeup remover through the tons of product you left scattered on your vanity station before you left to the club earlier that night. He didn't know much about cosmetics but he knew enough to know that it was bad to try to wipe off makeup with a dry tissue.

"Think I found them." He said and took a couple wipes out the pack before turing back to you.

"C'mere.." Carlos held your chin up to gently wipe your face removing the makeup from your face. You felt slightly more aware from the sudden coldness on your face due to the wipes cooler temperature against your warm flushed skin. You were starting to grow more and more sleepy as time went on and the attention from Carlos wasn't helping either but you weren't complaining.

"I'm sleepy, Carlos." You looked up at him with lidded eyes and he smiled softly as he caressed your cheek.

"I know, I know, baby." He turned to the vanity counter once more to get something.

"Take these and drink this first then we can go to bed." He said and held out his hands. In his palm he held two pills of pain relievers and the other hand held a glass of water. You took the pills from his hand and placed them in your mouth and quickly downed the medicine with the water handing him the water back after.

"No. Drink all of it." Carlos said gently pushing the water back up to your lips. You wanted to whine but there was no arguing with him right now. He was in full caretaker Carlos mode. You sulked as you had no choice and finished the water. He took the glass from your hands placing it on the counter.

"Alright. Bedtime." He said as he helped you stand up.

"Can we cuddle?" You asked looking up at him hopefully.

"Of course." He smiled and kissed your forehead.

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chemicalpink · 4 years

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Homewrecker ♡ Park Jimin

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader with Jimin x Taehyung on the side

Genre: oh dear where to begin smut, angst(?

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: The good are never easy and the easy are never good. And love? it never happens like you think it really should. Deception and Perfection are wonderful traits, one will breed love, the other, hate.

You’ll find me in the lonely hearts under ‘I’m after a brand new start’ but I don’t belong to anyone.

Warnings: i personally don’t think this is a warning but hey what do i know, its more of a tag, Jimin is bisexual on this one, m|m not that explicit sex, threesome, vmin, cheating.

A/N: HELLO YES I did NOT forget my series I’ve just been through it, you know? but I stay true to my word and this was kind of a though one to write but I like how it turned out, please let me know if you liked it! MMM yeah I kinda feel a depressive episode around the corner BUT i will do my best to keep on posting, my plate is just FULL FULL right now. Anywho I hope you enjoy this!

“Listen, Y/N, you asked me to spice things up! I’m just suggesting things, okay?” your boyfriend’s voice remained calm but you could hear in it the desperation at your surprise when he so casually suggested a threesome during movie night.

“And let you fuck another woman?”

“It’s actually Jimin” you paused dead in place at your boyfriend’s statement, turning to look at him in disbelief

“Jimin?” you repeat “Jimin as in… your friend Jimin” Okay so maybe giving it a second thought, Taehyung and Jimin are the closest you have ever seen two people be, dare you even say Jimin is closer to Taehyung than to his very own boyfriend, a dude you know from around campus a few years younger than you, Jungkook– but to drop the bomb and ask Jimin for a threesome was unbelievable, even for Taehyung.

Just as your ragged breathing was beginning to calm down and your mind settling, a mop of blond hair walked through your apartment door “Oh-bad timing”

“No, it’s fine” you found yourself saying after a quick glance at the man, as weird as things had just turned, there was no denying that Jimin was a beautiful creature, tousled blond hair that framed his cherubin-like face, body to kill for as a result of him being captain of the varsity dance team; you couldn’t say much about his personality, but as far as Taehyung let you know, he had to have passed his high standards’ vibe check if they hung out as much as they did.

“Y/N, please don’t feel pressured, Taetae is just trying his best” he approaches you and smiles a sweet smile your way, leading you to take a seat beside him, you feeling as if you were about to get lectured, but you could already feel an instant charm coming off of him, most certainly the reason why your boyfriend was initially drawn to him “You can always just say no, we just thought, you know, with Tae and I being close friends and all if you guys wanted to be more… adventurous, I could be your shot”

You could already feel your acceptance rolling off of your tongue as his eyes found yours, his gaze staring right through you as you felt yourself blushing when he combed his hair back, your eyes fixing on his hand, cladded with rings and may someone please get you out of your haze but you couldn’t help but wonder how good those chubby fingers would look on you, the coldness of the metal against your skin, or Taehyung’s “It’s just- I don’t know, is Jungkook okay with all of this?”

“Jungkook? Oh sweetie, yeah, absolutely” there was a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled at you when he answered, which should have been your way of knowing that maybe, just maybe this wasn’t your smartest idea yet– or Taehyung’s.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll give in” the pair share a look and a smile for a few seconds before Taehyung takes a seat beside you, leaving you in between their bodies, Tae starts caressing your inner thigh in the way that he knows gets you going before setting your hair aside to grant himself access to start kissing and nibbling your neck; before your eyes close in delight you can catch a glimpse of Jimin’s hand settling on top of Tae’s and caressing his knuckles before the blond sets his pillowy lips under your jaw, just inches away from your boyfriend.

Jimin’s mouth finds yours before Tae’s, which you should have seen coming, if the way he had so desperately marked your skin was anything to go by; letting yourself get lost in it for a few too many seconds, fingers cradling through his scalp in a futile attempt to bring him closer to you, to explore his mouth further, the way his tongue toyed with yours absolutely delicious, before he nibbled your swollen bottom lip, separating for air and finding Tae’s face in front of yours, eyes heavy with lust, grabbing your face so he could have his go at kissing you, very much more forcefully than Jimin, but you loved it either way, parting when you had the utmost necessity to breath; things seemed to slow down as the two friends looked into each other before approaching their faces with you squished in between, still catching your breath, both of them just a few centimetres away from you, their lips dancing an all too familiar rythm for it to be their first time, the image causing the bottom of your stomach to fire up, both of your hands coming up to grab both of their clothed hard ons, making them separate their mouths.

“We should probably move this to the bedroom” Jimin mentioned, voice a little raspy, lips red and swollen as he helps both of you up to let you lead the way, Taehyung trailing behind and Jimin at the end, all three of you discarding pieces of clothing as you went further into the apartment, a few giggles escaping both of them but all you could think of was just how the night had turned a full 360º.

Once inside the bedroom Jimin just goes for it as Taehyung takes a seat on the edge of the bed, caging you against a wall and licking up your neck, his teeth finding a spot behind your ear, making you moan out loud, already putty in his hands, your fingers unconsciously reaching out to grip Jimin’s thigh "Be gentle with her," Taehyung instructs from his seat, “Make her beg”

“Ever begged for a cock, Y/N?” Jimin whispered in your ear, nibbling it a little, which had your knees buckling, his hand keeping you up, you could already feel your panties wetting.

“Please”

Jimin can see his friends’ knuckles tighten around a piece of the bedsheets, to which he can help himself but tease further with a wicked smile “Please what, Y/N?”

"P-Please, um," you stutter, squirming a little. Jimin’s hand falls to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core, your breathing heavy and uneven at his ministrations and the idea of Taehyung just watching his girlfriend and his best friend going at it unashamed of his presence in the room.

“Aren’t you just a fucking treat” the blond is about to reach a hand down your underwear when Taehyung stands and walks up to the both of you, splitting you two up to press the shorter against the wall, kissing him ferociously "You look hot with my girlfriend’s tongue in your mouth," he growls, and for a split second you visibly shiver at the realisation that you had built up your orgasm based solely on Jimin’s actions. Tae is still kissing his friend, inducing you to just start enjoying the act too "You taste like her, too."

Your hand unconsciously reaches down to your core, playing with it while leaning against the wall for support as you watch your boyfriend and his best friend kissing, nude torsos colliding, boxers doing very little to conceal both of their hardened lengths, noticing just how both of them twitch inside their underwear and their mouths run a bit more fierce at the friction when they accidentally bump their clothed cocks against each other, a moan escaping your lips that makes both of the men turn their attention towards you.

"My turn," Taehyung demands, nudging Jimin out of the way before he could get to you, throwing you on the bed, skilled hands ridding you of your panties as his fingers start playing with your folds “You’re already so wet for us, babe”

"I wonder how he tastes," Jimin ponders from his spot beside you on the bed, and not even five seconds had passed before Taehyung offers him his slick-coated fingers, which the blond wastes no time in licking clean “Mmm absolutely delicious, Tae”

Taehyung rapidly makes way for Jimin to take his place in between your legs, hot tongue against your cunt, teasing your entrance before capturing your clit and having you a wriggling whimpering mess against the mattress, your boyfriend pinching and toying with your nipples as his friend had you shaking "How's Chim’s tongue, baby?" he uses his free hand to spread your legs a little further apart to grant Jimin better access “Talented, isn’t he?”

You settle for whimpering a little “yeah” incapable of saying much else as the two men continued to worship your body, arching up into the touch, nearly sobbing as Jimin crooks his finger and hits your G-spot at the same time. "Fuck! Jimin, please, o-oh!" you cry out, and you can clearly hear how both Jimin and Taehyung moan at the same time, Jimin humping against the mattress as Taehyung finally starts stroking himself.

"Put it in," you exhale, already knowing that you can’t hold on much longer if they keep on delaying actually fucking you “Please, Jimin, Tae, fuck me, fill me”

"What a dirty fucking mouth you have," Jimin growls "Bet you want Tae to fuck your cunt, huh? Just look at the mess you’ve already made, baby" He turns to your boyfriend, sharing a quick, sloppy and wet kiss, in which they can both taste you on their tongues “Hm not yet, you gotta earn it, TaeTae, why don’t you show Y/N how good pets behave and maybe then I’ll let you fuck her, huh”

You can’t even recognise your very own boyfriend as Jimin manoeuvred the two of them on the bed, Taehyung on top of him as the former springs free his member for the first time in the night, your boyfriend positioning his cock against his hole with much-practised ease, slipping on it with a few hisses from both of the men, leaving you not knowing whether you should be fuming at what your gut was telling you– this was not their first time doing it– but you found the sight absolutely hot nonetheless, you were probably just reading too much into things anyway.

Jimin found your gaze and held it as he licked his lips, hips bucking up further into Tae, which had resorted to arching his back for better support, moans escaping his lips “Come on, Y/N, play with us”

The only thing that could be heard in the room are skin against skin of the two friends, wet noises from you fingering yourself at the image, gasps, ragged breaths and moans "Holy shit," Taehyung sobs, hands braced against Jimin’s chest. His whole body shaking before Jimin stops his movements and tosses him to the side.

“I’d say she behave well, Tae, let’s give her a little something”

You are soon to take Taehyung’s place on top of Jimin, inhaling sharply as you allow yourself to be accustomed to his girth.

"How's she feel inside, Jimin-ah?

"So tight," Jimin gasps, hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise.

“Please” you whimper

"What happened to you thinking this was a bad idea, Y/N-ah?" Jimin gasps, giggling as Taehyung encourages you to bounce a little faster, slapping your thigh as Jimin squeezes your waist.

Jimin is no longer able to hold himself back as he starts pistoning into you, Taehyung’s silent moans mixing with your own as he jerks himself off, his free hand tracing your occupied entrance curiously before slipping it inside along with Jimin’s cock, stretching you a bit more deliciously, making you cry out as you finally feel your orgasm washing down on you, thighs shaking, toes curling as your boyfriend’s friend rides you through it.

All three of them moan simultaneously as Taehyung slips inside you from behind along Jimin and immediately starts thrusting as hard as he can, chasing his own built-up pleasure. Tears run down your cheeks, but you can't tell if they're tears of pleasure, of pain, of humiliation, or any of the three combined. Your body is limp against Jimin’s chest as both men use you as nothing more than a hole to fuck and you’re absolutely loving it. You’ve never been this full in your life.

"I'm not gonna last," Jimin moans from under you, more to Tae behind you than you, who has also just realised they are both spilling their seed inside you once he feels Jimin’s hot release mix with his own.

"Holy shit," you choke out, hurriedly opening your eyes to look down and see for yourself the mess you already know is there, staining the bed as them both slipped out of you. You whine, squirming before taking your side of the bed, eyes already closing with sleep, distantly hearing your boyfriend and his best friend talking.

“Well, my job here is done, Tae”

Your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the night your boyfriend, Jimin and you shared, every time Tae was gone for a little too long while going out to hang out with Jimin, the way he had so easily submitted to him, how they easily found their way around each other and from time to time you had become just an accessory to their game, now, you know that following Tae is horribly wrong– and exponentially a toxic trait– but you just had to know if your mind had been playing tricks on you when you had seen them both together.

You parked your car a few meters away, far enough for Taehyung not to see your car following his to his best friend’s house and onto a suspicious looking back alley of a closed night club but near anough to have a complete and unbothered view at the automobile–so perhaps something had gotten into you, your friends’ joking words saying that Jimin and Tae had something else to their friendship– it was stupid.

You’re about to start your engine and drive away since you had been staring at them seated and talking for nearly five minutes when you see it. Jimin pulls your boyfriend in for a forceful kiss, your mind can’t even begin to process the image when the blond one is guided to straddle the other– rather uncomfortably– on the driver’s seat, his hips grinding down as the brunet threw his head back in pleasure; they are both stumbling out of the car in a hasty manner and without being able to keep their hands– and mouths off of each other, you could feel your chest growing heavier and eyes prickling with fresh tears, head spinning and most probably on the verge of passing out when Taehyung presses his friend against the hood of the car, ridding both of them of their bottom parts of clothing in record time as you guess he presses himself into the other man, if Jimin’s pleasured face was anything to go by. You can feel your breath speeding up, a thousand memories of your relationship with Tae flashing by as you are still staring at the actions of the two friends, when you can swear you and Jimin lock eyes for a second and he throws a smirk your way as he continues to get pounded– or maybe him knowing you’re watching and that being a kink of his, or Taehyung’s is just a product of your imagination, then again, at the moment you can’t really say you know Taehyung anymore; once the tears fade, only anger remains as you race your car out of the parking spot and into the night to your apartment.

“What had I ever done to you to be treated that way?” the words burst out of your mouth in a rushed anger as Jimin opens the door to his apartment

“Well hello to you too, Y/N”

“I know”

“What exactly do you know?”

“You and Tae”

“Oh yeah, I know that”

“And I- wait. You knew?” you turn to face him, already facing you and offering you a cup of something, tea? as he smirked his infamous smirk before taking a sip out of his cup.

“Yeah, kinda hard to miss your buddy’s girlfriend following you around, you know?”

“Why would you- he had a girlfriend!” words start to try and pour out but they die before making it out of your mouth, confusion clouding your mind completely and your rehearsed string of curse words completely gone to waste as the conversation took an unwanted turn. He shrugs in dismissal.

“It was fun”

You can already feel the fire pit bubbling inside you again “Well he’s all yours now”

“Oh no- honey, you don’t get it”

“Why don’t I get, asshole?” you point a finger at him in a menacing manner but he doesn’t move an inch even when you walk towards him, accentuating each of your words “That you fucked your best friend WHO HAD A GIRLFRIEND? after you FUCKED ME TOO? What game could you possibly be playing, Jimin?”

He rolls his eyes at you as his hand brings your finger down t your side, as if he’s dealing with a kid “None, sweetheart, I don’t belong to anyone” he turns his back to you “If it is any of your interest, you were such a good laid too”

“Are you seriously trying to get in my pants right now?”

“That depends, is it working?”

“Not in the slightest”

“Oh really? Y/N answer me one thing, do you honestly think it was easy to get Tae to fuck me? that man might have loved you!” there was something accusing and almost mad in his eyes as he stared back at you, to which you cross your arms in distaste

“If he did he wouldn’t have done what you two did” you say matter of factly

“Oh Y/N-ah I have my ways to make my way into lonely hearts” he steps closer to you but you refuse to give in to him once again “It's a blessing, really, as much as you two were a couple, his heart was such a dark place, Y/N, you never gave him what he craved for, unconditional love” he is so close to you that he rests his forehead against yours for a split second before he closes his lips around yours in a chaste kiss “You and I are much more similar than what you think, Y/N, we both crave to feel alive again”

Jimin did have a charm on him, having you captured in his unhealthy but effective ways as you both treasured each other the way you had once seen him and Tae do, while also being aware of how many others like you he kept around.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why do you do all of this? Doesn’t it break your heart to see people come and go?” you asked sincerely, deep down knowing that this rodeo was up his alley, he could already tell how attached you were growing to him in such a short period of time.

“Sweet Y/N, I break a million hearts just for fun” he playfully pinches your nose, making you laugh “I might even break yours one day, huh?”

You hum in acknowledgement as the smile vanished from your lips “Sounds fair”

Months went by, fairly quickly as Jimin kept his word and effectively broke your heart sometime that week after you had asked, though really, you could understand he wasn’t the settling type – you guess that was what made the two of you different from each other “Oh my god- JIMIN!” he was laying on the ground, more like doubled over himself almost lifelessly on that goddamn back alley that had once changed the entire course of your life and love as you had known it, you approach him and try to get him to stand up, supporting his weight on you as he coughed up some blood to the ground “God, I told you someday some or your lonely hearts was gonna fight back, dumbass”

“You and Tae didn’t” your heart clenches at the memory, things did worked out pretty weird for you and him for someone who had found out his boyfriend sleeping with his best friend

“Are you still seeing Tae?”

He groans, whether in discomfort or acknowledgement, that is for him to know.

You somehow manage to get you both a cab, cleaning him up nicely and lending him a change of clothes you found in the back of your closet that once belonged to his best friend, which he knew, given the smirk he gave you when he takes them from you.

He laughs a dry laugh– very in character of him, really “I guess you could say my life is a mess but hey, I still look pretty in this” he clutches his side in discomfort – you’re positive whoever did this to him, they had quite the force to break something.

You show him his room, him smiling at you sincerely for the first time since you had met him, nothingness in his eyes, making you ache for both of you and how life turned out to throw him at you for the second – or third time. “Thanks, Y/N, after everything that’s happened”

“Sure, Jimin” you want to make yourself believe he wasn’t right all along and you two were very much alike and forget the time you had begged him to stay, he’s said it before and stays true to his word, Jimin doesn’t belong to anyone.

You wake up alone in your apartment– no surprise there. Except, there is a video waiting to be played on your phone, an unknown sender and Jimin’s face on it, sounds from what seemed to be the airport filled the background, thick sunglasses perched on his nose to hide his very much there black eye “Y/N-ah, I want to apologise, for everything. I know you’ve tried and again and again to bring me to the light but Y/N, I’m only happy when I’m on the run” he exhales loudly as his smile disappears “Deep down, all you want is love, the pure kind we all dream of but Y/N, we cannot escape the past, so you and I would never last, I will always treasure you in my heart just please, don’t contact me ever again”

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worldwidemochiguy · 4 years

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Yandere! bts reactions — You’re scared of a bug

Namjoon

“Namjoon-oppa!”

Namjoon glanced up at you from the file he was perusing to see your eyes blown wide with fear.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asked, already standing up.

“There’s a bug under a cup in the kitchen… can you get rid of it? Please?” Namjoon smirked at your desperate tone.

“Of course I will, darling, but first, let’s negotiate what you will do for me in return.”

“Oppa!” You whined, “Please just get it out of the house! I really hate bugs.”

“If you hate them so much, then surely you’ll be willing to do something to ensure I get rid of them properly.”

“Um… I could… make dinner for us tonight?”

“I’m expecting something a little more than that.”

“…I could give you a ‘thank you’ shoulder massage?”

Namjoon sighed.

“I mean of a sexual nature, darling.”

“Oh!” Your lips formed into a circle as you blushed, and Namjoon was inspired.

“Perhaps you can put those sweet lips of yours-“ he muttered, reaching a finger up to tug your bottom lip downwards, “to use, huh, darling?”

“And you’ll get rid of the bug if I do?” You tried to say, though it was difficult with his finger in your mouth.

“I promise, darling.”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before sinking to your knees. Namjoon smirked. He always got what he wanted in the end.

Jin

“You look so cute like that, jagi.”

You didn’t look at him, tear-filled eyes still fixed on the spider making its way up your blanket. You hadn’t expected much to happen when Jin went to the kitchen to make some more popcorn — after all, what movie night is complete without popcorn? — but you had screamed, bringing him running back into the room when you noticed the spider crawling inexorably towards your face.

You were deeply afraid of spiders. This was one of the first things Jin had learnt about you. He had gallantly offered to get rid of a spider that was on your coat during your first date. You wish he still did those kinds of things.

“Jin, please, please, just get rid of it.” You whispered, prompting Jin to laugh.

“But you look so sweet like this. So scared, it’s adorable. I want to see this face more often.”

You choked on a sob as the spider inched closer to you. It was now less than an inch away.

“Jin, stop being an asshole and just fucking get rid of it!” You yelled suddenly, desperate to get the thing off you. You knew immediately it was the wrong decision when Jin tensed up.

Without another word on his part — the only words spoken by you were frantic apologies and excuses — he strode over and caught the spider in his palm.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, tha-“ Jin stooped your grateful rambling with a sharp glance.

“Now,” he muttered, focusing on the spider in his palms as if he was talking to it. “How shall I use you to punish her for her behaviour?”

You gasped, “No, Jin, please don’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- Jin please just take it away, please.”

Jin only looked at you and smiled.

Yoongi

You knew flies probably weren’t capable of emotion, but that didn’t stop the fruit fly trapped in the upside down transparent cup you imprisoned it in giving you a baleful glance.

So what? You didn’t like bugs, it wasn’t not a big deal. You just wanted it out of the house.

You strolled into Yoongi’s office where he was deeply focused on his work, headphones covering his ears.

“Babe!” You shouted, but you might as well have said, “I want a divorce!” Because your husband wouldn’t have heard you either way.

Sighing exasperatedly, you moved to the wall and yanked out the power cable connected to his computer. The screen winked off and you watched Yoongi panic for a second, making you feel a bit guilty, before his eyes followed the now-lax power cable and found you standing sheepishly at the end of it.

“What?” He snarled, yanking off his headphones.

“I… uh, there’s a bug. In the kitchen. Under a cup.” With each halting sentence, his glare became more withering. “Could you get rid of it, please?”

He growled, but did get up, stalking towards you and yanking the power cable out of your hand and plugging it back in.

“Since you asked so nicely, I will, but afterwards, I’m coming back here to punish you for disturbing me. Got that, babe?”

Hoseok

“Aish, sunshine, you’re so cute!”

“Hoseok! Please just get it out of- ah it’s coming for me again!” You squealed, hiding behind Hoseok’s body as the moth attempted another dive-bomb. Your boyfriend was hardly suitable cover, given how hard he was laughing.

“I really hate moths! Please just get rid of it.” You whimpered, plastering yourself against Hoseok’s back and he took pity on you, turning around so he could encase you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, sunshine, but you’re just so cute like this! But I shouldn’t have laughed, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok- AH!” You screamed as you saw the moth come flying straight for you again, your head made an easy target propped up by Hoseok’s shoulder.

You buried your face in his chest and let out a little sob, ignoring the way his shoulders shook in poorly restrained laughter.

“It’s ok, baby, I have an idea!” Hoseok told you, before reaching out to switch off the light. The only light was now provided by the open window through which the sun spilled into the shadowy room. You were just able to discern the shadow of the moth as it darted out.

“Thank you!” You burst out, before covering your boyfriends face in kisses wherever you could reach. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole world!”

Hoseok accepted your gratitude with a sunny smile and his own kisses in reply to yours.

“It’s ok baby, but honestly I do feel bad for the moth.”

“What? Why? It kept flying at my face, it was definitely evil.” You insisted, and Hoseok’s grin grew until his eyes turned into crinkled crescents.

“He was probably so confused, he was torn between the brightest, most radiant sun to exist… and some random ball of fire in the sky.”

You were worried the moth might come back, for you were pretty certain your cheeks were glowing so intensely as you blushed that they had just become the brightest thing for miles around.

Jimin

You felt a slight itch on your leg. For a while you ignored it, determined to finish the chapter of the book you were engrossed in, but the itching feeling persisted until, finally, you caved and reached down.

But what met your finger was not smooth skin, but something weird and fuzzy. It was predominantly shock that made you scream when you saw the spider on your leg. You had never really been that scared of bugs, but you certainly hadn’t been expecting one to be chilling out on your ankle.

After the brief moment of shock, you shrugged and brushed it off you. However, that was not going to be the only shock you received. You heard a distant crashing, and then thumping footsteps drawing closer and closer, until the door was thrown open.

“Get off her!” Jimin screeched as he burst into the room, dressed in his pyjamas and bathrobe. He looked around frantically, his body sunken into a karate stance, trying to identify the threat, before realising there was none.

“Baby, are you alright? What happened?” He rushed to you, frantically checking all over your body and ignoring your stream of ‘I’m fine, I’m okay, it was nothing.”

He rushed to the window, wrenching it open and leaning out. For one horrible second, you thought he might throw himself out, but he was only looking around to see if your possible assailant had somehow escaped through there.

“Running away like a coward, huh? I’ll get you! You’ll die for even touching her!” Jimin screamed, even as you tugged desperately on his robe, urging him back inside.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin,” You repeated over and over, trying to catch his wild gaze, “It’s ok, it was nothing, no one hurt me, I just got scared by a bug! That’s it!”

“T-that’s it?” Jimin paused, seeming uncertain even as you nodded.

After a moment of stillness, he crumpled, pulling you into him so tightly you could barely breathe.

“Ah, baby! Don’t ever do that again! I was so worried about you! Never let me hear you scream like that again, you understand? My heart can’t take it!”

Taehyung

“It’s not funny!” You cried at Taehyung’s phone as he recorded you with it.

“You’re wrong there, baby, it is very funny!” He crowed, almost dropping his phone in another hoot of laughter as you screamed again. The bug had just crawled onto your forehead.

You were deathly afraid of insects, something that Taehyung had never been afraid to tease you about. Even now, with tears streaming down your face and an expression of betrayal, Taehyung was filming you with glee, probably to use for blackmail material or to put in a photo album to cheer him up when he was down.

“Taehyung, please! You’ve filmed me enough, can’t you just — ah! It moved again! — can you please just get it off me!” You sobbed, and Taehyung sighed deeply and pressed the hand that wasn’t holding his phone against his heart.

“Hearing you plead like that really is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.” You screamed again, and he smirked. “Apart from your scream, of course.”

“P-please!” You wailed, and it seemed like Taehyung had a change of heart. Still holding up his phone, he moved closer to you and reached up a hand. You felt the bug, which was now inching its way towards your eyebrow, twitch in apprehension.

With one finger, Taehyung reached out and squished the bug against your skin.

“There you go, baby. You’re welcome.”

You screamed again.

“Taehyung! That’s disgusting! I just wanted you to get it off me! Why would you do that?”

“I already told you,” Taehyung smirked, “Your scream is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I wish I could listen to it all day.”

His laughter chased you as you ran to the bathroom to wash off the mangled remains of bug mashed against your skin.

Jungkook

When Jungkook came home to find you sat on the couch scrolling through Netflix, he was surprised to say the least.

He had texted you to let you know he was going to be stuck at work until the early hours of the morning, and made you promise to go to bed without him so that you would get enough sleep. Now he found you disobeying his orders, but something still puffed up inside him in pleasure, knowing that you didn’t want to go to bed without him.

“I thought I told you to go to bed.” was Jungkook’s greeting. Once you realised he was there — you didn’t see him at first because you were so exhausted — you brightened considerably, getting up from your nest of blankets to hug him. He accepted it, tugging you into his arms for a moment, before pulling back to fix you with a stern glance.

“Princess, you need to get enough sleep.”

“I did try!” You protested, and Jungkook had to stop himself from cooing at your sleepy voice. “There was a fly buzzing around the bedroom and it bothered me so much I had to come out here.”

“A bug was bothering you?” Jungkook glowered, “Not for long, Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of it for you and then we can go to bed together.”

“My hero!” You giggled, pecking his cheek.

He smiled at you fondly, before advancing to the shut bedroom, a rolled up newspaper as ammunition and a fierce expression on his face. No one messed with his Princess and survived, not even bugs were safe from Jeon Jungkook’s wrath.

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years

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Within These Walls Chapter 1

Summary: It’s the morning after and while Natasha wants answers, Y/N isn’t sure there are any she can provide. And Steve has a conversation with Bucky.

Warnings: Frustration, longing, that sort of thing.

Word Count: 1965 words

Silence – deafening in its own sort of way. Even the passing of cars and the arguing inside seemed to drown in it. She had no idea what to say, something that was rather uncommon for Natasha. In their group, she always had the words. She always knew exactly what to say. Yet, in this moment, there was only one.

“How?”

A small, self-loathing smile tugged at Y/N’s lips. She shook her head, averting her eyes and playing with one of the cords around her wrist. “I wish I knew.”

Natasha felt as if her heart was breaking. She had to ask, “You – You’ve been dead this whole time?”

“Nope. Ran away to the Bahamas and here I am.” The sarcasm, though unnecessary, was something Natasha had come to miss. Finally, Y/N met her gaze. “What the fuck do you think, Nat? Of course!”

“And you – “ Natasha took a seat on the concrete steps, her leg passing through Y/N’s before her friend scoot over. “You’ve what? Been by Bucky’s side?”

“Uh…yeah.” She looked over her shoulder, catching sight of him in the window. “Can’t help it.”

Natasha saw the pain in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Y/N was silent for what almost felt like eternity. “You remember the ring?”

“Yeah. He always said it was made of the strongest metal.”

She smiled. It was real this time. Not broken. “Look at his hand, Nat.”

Natasha moved to the window. Her eyes first caught Steve nursing a beer with red rimmed eyes. He was so scared. She’d never seen him like that before. Shaking her head, Natasha ducked her head, barely catching sight of Bucky. He was talking to Sam.

Sure enough, there it was. Visible even under his shirt, hanging from a chain and nestled against his heart.

“He’s wearing it.”

“Hasn’t taken it off since the police gave it to him.”

Natasha turned away from the window, watching Y/N. Finally looking at her. There were pieces of her hair that had dried in clumps. Was it blood? She looked at her jeans – stained in mud and holier than usual. And her tattoos, lovely works of art that took so much time and money, were scratched up. It looked like there had been cuffs on her wrists. “Y/N?”

She looked up and Natasha’s stomach twisted in knots. Dark circles were under her eyes. The remnants of dried blood on her lips and under her nose. Crouching in front of her, Natasha got a better look at the rest of the damage. Fingerprints marked her neck. A thin line that could have been a wire had dug into her skin. So much dried blood.

“Oh, Y/N,” she murmured, lips trembling. How did she miss all of it?

Y/N’s fingers instinctively went to her throat, brushing that thin line. “Nat, breathe. I can’t have you freaking out on me.”

“But you – your neck – It…” Natasha brushed away the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

“I know.” A sigh and another, “I saw my body.” There was sympathy shining in Y/N’s eyes. She understood how and why Natasha was so scared. “I know.”

Silently, Natasha touched her own neck. Did she look like that? Did she have injuries she had no recollection of getting? Judging by the way Y/N studied her – the slight frown and remorse – Natasha had her answer.

She pressed her lips in a thin line. The police had said it was sheer luck that they had found Y/N’s ring. That the odds of finding her were… She closed her eyes. Y/N had needed them. And they weren’t there. Opening her eyes, a whimper of an exhale slipped out.

“Thought you were our tough girl,” Y/N joked, trying to get her to smile. “C’mon, why’re you crying?”

“I – I missed you.”

A small smile was tugging at her lips. She had missed this. Missed her friends. Missed being seen. “I know,” she whispered. “It’s going to be okay.”

The guys had stayed the night. Hoping. Praying that maybe Natasha would stumble through that front door. Maybe she would surprise them all.

Steve jerked. The sheets fell around his waist as he sat up. The last thing he had meant to do was fall asleep. He wanted to stay awake…just in case.

“Good, you’re awake.”

He looked towards the door, surprised to see Sam still there. “Uh…yeah.” Steve realized he’d been clinging to Natasha’s pillow, still holding it in his arms now. Setting it aside, he forced himself to stand, ignoring the silent pleas his body made. All he wanted to do was curl back in her bed and surround himself in her familiarity.

“We got breakfast if you want it.”

“I thought Buck and Clint left last night.”

“Like we’d do that to you.”

Bucky’s voice, a little more cheerful than Steve had anticipated, was enough to bring a smile to the blonde’s lips. Bucky’s head appeared behind Sam; his arm braced against the doorframe. It had been a long year for him. And Steve…he was worried a similar year awaited him.

No. Don’t think like that. She’ll come back.

“Steve.”

Bucky once again pulled Steve out of his thoughts. Sam had returned to the kitchen, leaving the two alone. Steve looked around the room, noting all the pictures and details that were so…Nat. He hesitated, nervous about the question that had been plaguing his mind. “Is this what it felt like?”

His friend was silent, noticing a picture on Natasha’s nightstand. The softest smile ghosted his lips as he picked it up. It was all of them. Clint and Sam had squished them all in for a picture. Natasha was planting a big kiss on Steve’s cheek, turning him bright red. And Bucky had been holding Y/N, the two of them laughing.

The six of them had been a family.

“Probably,” Bucky finally told him. It was the most honest thing he could say. “I mean, everyone experiences this sort of thing differently.” His fingers brushed against Y/N’s image before he set the picture down.

Steve’s gaze shifted from the picture to Bucky. “It still hurts?”

He chuckled, fingers instinctively reaching for the ring. It wasn’t funny. And yet it was. “Every day.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have – “

Bucky shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry about it.” There was that brave face. The one he’d shown to everyone but Steve. And now…

God, what was happening to them?

“Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

Steve followed Bucky into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact that they hadn’t been alone.

Natasha sniffled, tucking her knees under her chin. “They’re alone now. Aren’t they? I – I really can’t fix this. I can’t tell him how sorry I was. How sorry I am.”

Y/N shifted on the windowsill, staring at the doorway. They could hear the men talking, trying to ease the tension.

It wasn’t working.

Softly, Y/N admitted, “Yeah.”

Natasha ran a hand through her hair, a shudder running up her spine. “I just want to tell him I love him. That the argument was so stupid.” She slammed her hand against the nightstand, growing even more frustrated when her fingers passed through. “Fuck!” A choked sob caught in her chest. “Damn it, Y/N, I don’t even remember that night! I don’t remember anything after walking out that door.”

“I know.”

Natasha looked at her, brow scrunching. Her eyes were red. Voice stuffy from tears and snot, she asked, “You don’t remember what happened either?”

Y/N shook her head. “No. I remember telling Buck I was going to run to the store. I wanted to get him those pumpkin chocolate chip muffin tops that he likes so much.” Her gaze found the floor, fixating on it as if it would swallow her whole. “I remember kissing his cheek. I said I loved him and…The last thing I remember is getting in the car.”

Natasha knew for a fact that Y/N and Bucky had been in love. Hell, they all had joked about wanting a love like theirs. Y/N wouldn’t have just left him. Especially not two weeks before they were supposed to get married. The only reason the cops had looked as long as they had was because they all insisted Y/N wouldn’t have just abandoned him.

“So someone took you.”

“That was the only piece of the puzzle I had figured out.”

Natasha looked back at the doorway. “What if they did the same to me?”

Y/N raised a brow. “I – I don’t know.” She sighed. “Nat, it doesn’t matter how it happened. What matters is why you’re still here. Don’t you think?”

Natasha stood up, a look in her eyes that made Y/N sit back. She knew that gleam all too well. Stubbornness. Determination. Strength.

The redhead had no intention of letting this go.

“Nat, where are you – “

And she was gone.

Y/N huffed. Great. Just great.

Y/N appeared outside, watching Natasha run towards the sidewalk. Where was she going? “Nat – “ The nickname barely left her lips before Natasha realized she couldn’t go any farther. It was as if there was a rope tied to her, tugging her back to her home.

Spinning around, Natasha kept looking from the house to the sidewalk before finally turning her attention to Y/N.

“You can’t leave. You have something in that house that you’re tied to - like me and that engagement ring. You can’t go any farther than the property it’s on.”

Natasha scowled. Fine. If there were rules to play by, she could do that. She started walking back to the house, stopped only when Y/N reappeared in front of her. Stumbling back, Natasha looked where her friend had been standing moments before. “What the fuck?”

“You’re dead. A ghost. The rules are different for us. You can stop acting so human.”

“Human?” Natasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I hate to break it to you, Y/N, but that’s what we are. Human first.” She stepped around her, unable to bring herself to even keep the conversation going.

Y/N let her walk away. She didn’t even turn around. Natasha had to come to terms with this in her own way. In her own time.

But how long was that going to take?

In a blink, Y/N was inside. She stayed quiet. Now wasn’t the time to say anything. Instead, she watched. Natasha was standing in the corner of the kitchen, smiling as she listened to the boys. They were trying so hard to keep their spirits up. Trying so desperately to keep Steve distracted.

“If they’re going to move on, they have to know what happened.” She swallowed thickly, as if the words were determined to stay lodged in her throat. “They can figure it out.”

Y/N was surprised to hear Natasha’s voice. She took a step closer, still staying outside of the kitchen. It had been a long time since she had been a part of this. Y/N spared them all a glance. Even after all this time, she couldn’t stop herself from looking at Bucky the longest. Weakly, as if the answer might shatter her, she asked, “You think so?”

“I really do.” Steve was her world. So determined and genuinely smart. If anyone could figure this out, it’d be him. But, “They’re going to need help.” She appeared next to Y/N, smiling only when she saw Clint pouring what she guessed was a fourth cup of coffee. “They’re going to need both of us.”

Y/N was quiet for a long moment. Her hand brushed her ring finger. The one that still held the indent from her engagement ring. If they could figure it out…Bucky could move on. And maybe she could too. A tear slipped down her cheek followed by a sharp inhale. “Okay. I’ll help.”

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #sam wilson #marvel #marvel au #marvel fic

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imactuallynotsorry · 4 years

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Office

Robin x MC (Emma)

It was a hectic and exhausting day at the office, doing a marathon just to get from one point of the building to the next and back. From overseeing the drop off of their prototypes at the robotic Lab, to the multiple urgent documents that had to be sent out two days ago but Sam idiotic self forgot to sign and have his actual assistant mail them. Robbin had to work his charm, and kiss some ass, in order to fix his brother's mistake just to make sure the documents were delivered without complications to Dalton’s partnerships. And the oh so many meetings he needed to be present for, were draining him.

Robin was making his way back from lunch when a tall, slim woman talking to the receptionist caught his attention. His eyes drifting down long wild curls, watching the way her hips and ass filled those jeans. A familiar soft feminine voice reached his ears. Snapping out of the trance, Robin quickly jerked his head to the ceiling, realizing the stranger he was gushing on was Emma. Running his hands through his hair, a weak last attempt of combing his heated thoughts out of his head. Be professional, Robin.

“Emma!”,a wide grin was plastered on his face, “It’s delightful to see you again!” Woow, did he just sound as enthusiastic as M&M with one of their experiments? Robin’s excitement was met with an equally wide smile from Emma, “Pleasure to see you again.” Deciding to ignore the pleasant warmth he felt at her assertion, and instead focusing on teasing her, “Ready to drown together?” Though it wasn’t much of teasing but just being realistic. Robin knew from past experiences how demanding Sofia was and how much she loved to micromanage every little step of the way. Emma’s smile faded, and a serious frown took its place, as if double guessing agreeing to help him out, “You really aren’t trying to sell this, huh”. Robin couldn't help himself, throwing his head backwards in laughter, “Come on Emma! I thought we could be honest with each other. Let's go get our hands dirty” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the last part, leading them to his office. Without realizing it, Robin had softly placed his right hand on Emma’s lower back. Allowing himself to enjoy the warmth feeling he got from the contact this time.

They worked besides each other in perfect sync, stopping only to steal glances from each other now and then, hoping the other wouldn't catch them in the act. Robin was amazed at how Emma’s soft voice shifted to a strong and determined tone while speaking with the event decorators. Thought it was hot when she lightly bit her lower lip right after succeeding in getting what she was demanding, adorable when she wrinkled her nose while reading an exaggerated demand from Sofia’s everlasting list. Found her little not so innocent smirk thrilling when she suggested sneaking in sliders to the menu. No wonder the twins cherished her so much, it was hard to look at her and not automatically love her.

Need a drink. Getting up from behind his desk and slowly making his way to the drink cart; he needed to collect his thoughts. Reaching the golden shelf, Robin mentally kicked himself for only ever stocking up on whiskey. He poured two glasses of Balvenie and carefully handed one to Emma.

“Whiskey? A man after my own heart”, a faint pleased moan escaped her lips as the whiskey made contact with her tongue. Robin smirks into his glass, satisfied with her reaction. They stayed like that for a while, just sipping on their drink quietly; Emma in her seat adjacent to where Robin stood leaning against the drink cart. First to break the silence was Emma, “I have to say, I'm pretty impressed by the way you tackle everything, when we first met I figured you were..” she trails off, searching for the right words. “Just a party boy?” Robin finished for her in a more aggressive tone than he meant to. Emma wasn’t trying to offend him, he knows that, but for some reason it bothered him that’s how she saw him. Emma responded with a timid tone he hadn't heard her use before, “Can you blame me?” No. And he really couldn’t blame Sam either for telling her about his player party boy reputation. It's his own, for selecting that to be the cover he chose to present to the world.

Before realizing it, Robin spilled everything to Emma, needing her to understand there was more to him than the last-call strangers he took home and the social events he filled his nights with. Wanted her to see he wasn't just ‘Sam’s assistant’ but a vital part of Delton Inc; wanted her to know his carefree, wild child persona was a defense mechanism, one that comes from years of working hard, trying your best and still not being enough. Thankful doesn't even begin to describe how he felt towards the Delton’s, but everything he has, from the clothes off his back to his position in the company could only be credited to his passionate work ethic.

Even accidentally mentioning the fact that Sam is in an arranged marriage. Unlike with everything else he had mentioned so far, he wondered why Emma didn't bat an eye at this revelation. “I can tell there's no love when they stare at each other. Don't think they ever even kissed before” Emma stated factually as if answering Robin’s unspoken question. Did she like Sam? Everyone did, why would she be the exception? He tried to give her an unreadable look, one that wouldn’t portray how envious he felt towards his brother. So he reflected the only way he knew how, by shamelessly flirting, “In front of the kids, probably not” Robin looked down at his half empathy whiskey glass, before glancing towards her with a smirk plaster on his face, only continuing after coming into contact with brown eyes, “But they're two young, attractive adults sharing a drink and killing time” he made a point of lifting his glass in front of him, revealing they both were doing just that right now. Robin nudges forward, gazing at Emma flirtatiously, admiring how her lips parted just lightly as he inch closer, “Stranger things have happened.”

Reluctantly, Robin made his way back to his seat on the other side of the desk, fighting the urge to lift Emma up, pushing her against the wall and proving which brother she needs to desire. Professional, you’re in the office, keep it professional.

Emma takes a sip of her drink as she tries to process everything, ultimately deciding to change the subject, “So why weren’t you set up?” Robin was both thrilled that they were done talking about the golden boy but irk by the turn of events. He was used to people querying about his life, but he could always shake them off with a bullshit answer. Not Em. She had a way of tearing down his wall, making him an open book for her prying eyes. Hesitantly, Robin confesses that love was just not meant for him. He was a good lay and a fun time but not worth the effort for the long shot. Waiting for the last shoe to fall because the past continuously proves him so, and it would hurt ten folds as the previews time.

“Just because you haven't found your person..” She pauses as she reaches across the desk, interwinding her fingers to Robins before continuing, “I'm sorry if someone made you think it's hard to love you, but that ‘can’t eat, can’t sleep’ kind of love is out there”. She gives him a sad understanding smile, squishing his hand before leaning back, taking the warmth of her touch with her. Robin didn’t like the absence of her, but he hated that wistful look in her face more.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Sofia tried to order pizza through the phone? It was hilarious she asked if the caterers had been to le cordon bleu or if it was just the chef….. You know, the caterers as in the delivery guy.” She threw her head back and laughed at that, loud and rich, her black hair spilling from her shoulder to her back. Robin couldn't help but to join her, her laughter contagious, he could definitely listen to it forever. Emma continued to giggle softly, accidentally spilling the whiskey on her top.

“Crap!” She starts frantically apologizing, rumbling on about how the Balvenie cost more than her degree and she just wasted it on her shirt. Robin shakes his head as he springs up and grabs a handful of napkins, she’s too cute.

Robin was about to help dab the stain away when he stepped back, realizing that would require him to touch Emma’s chest. “ I know how this sounds but the stain is less likely to set if you take off the top” Girls wear undershirts, right? This was safer than being close proximity to her bosom.

Gazing up through her eyelashes, Emma gives him a devilish smile, “Great idea.” That’s all the warning Robin got. She reaches for the hems of her top, curls cascading down as she pulls it over her head. He stared at her in awe. “Fuck” he gasps as he drops his head to her breast. Never a fan of blue, but staring back at him was a beautiful turquoise lace bra offering him a front row seat of the gorgeous view Em was.

“Focus please, I’m going to be pissed if I got half naked in the office for nothing.” Got naked for nothing. Wait, she wanted him to make a move? Was that an indirect permission to ravish her mouth with his tongue? Did she crave being bent over his desk as much as he wanted her? Robin swallowed roughly. He never had trouble reading hints before so why couldn't his brain and body correlate.

And of course his brother would choose this exact moment to interrupt them.

“Sam have you ever heard of knocking!” A pissed off Emma quickly slipped her shirt back over her shoulder. Robin turns a bit, putting himself between her and Sam in an attempt to help cover her, making Sam huff in annoyance. Robin smirks letting his chest beam with pride, marveling at how opposite Em’s reaction was to be seen in her lingerie by both brothers, creating a sullen look to take over Sam’s.

His possessiveness and territorial demeanor made sense now. It was clear, how obviously into her Sam is. It didn’t seem to matter that he is an engaged man, Emma was the crack in Sam’s perfect golden boy persona. “I’ve left you alone with Robin enough for one day, ready to go home...” Sam’s eyes darken as they dart to Robin… “Unless you still have some unfinished business here.”

Cheerfully Emma chipped in that she had already accepted a ride from Robin, casting sourness to appear in Sam's face and a cockiness on Robin’s. Though it was a lie, he hadn’t offered Emma a ride, but it was a lie Robin was more than glad to comply with if it meant spending more time with her and antagonizing Sam.

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“Em, have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” Robin asked as she looked down at the bike skeptically. It wasn’t til they were in the Delton parking garage that he remembered he rode his bike to work this morning. Riding his motorcycle had been an exciting change of pace, now looking at Em’s terrified face, it just seemed dumb.

Emma started to walk backwards, stuttering, “Um sa..Sam’s probably still close, maybe he-“

“Just trust me, I won’t let you get hurt,” he said, tossing her the helmet. She sighed and pulled it over her head.

Robin stood in front of the bike with his hands on the handlebars and motioned for Em to come closer. “Besides, I know you’ve been dying for an excuse to get all over this”, lifting his arms, rubbing them seductively in circular motion, all over his broad chest while wiggling his eyebrows almost comically.

Shoulders visually relaxing, she makes her way to him, chuckling , “In your dreams lover boy”. “Honey, you do a lot more and wear a lot less in my dreams”, Robin corrects her.

A light pink shade appears in Emma’s checks, she returns his bright grin with a shy smile of her own. Coming to a stop right in front of him, she tries to tuck a lock of loose hair behind her ear but she’s met with hard metal. Snickering, Robin reaches out to close the shield. “You’re wearing my helmet, dummy”. Messing with Sam was fun, but making Em blush? Now that was his new favorite thing.

“Climb behind, and hold onto me”. Emma does as she’s told, only hesitating for a second before wrapping her arms around Robin’s torso. He turns on the ignition and sets the kill switch to “on” making the motorcycle roar to life. Emma tightens her grip, flushing her chest close as humanly possible against his back. Robin looks over his shoulder smiling, “Got her started and you’re still in one piece, so far so good”.

“Still? Are you planning on breaking me apart?” Emma said with a glint of smile. Turning back around Robin murmured, “You know what they say, if it isn’t rough..”

With a simple twist of his wrist, they're zooming off through the garage doors. The tension from work, he didn’t even realize he was carrying, evaporates as the fresh air hits. Robin skillfully leans into the swerves and corners of the road. His attention totally focus on what he is doing when the smell of vanilla and lavender fill his senses. Emma. Comforting. That's interesting. Having her press up against him was exhilarating but oddly comforting. Like she was much part of the adrenaline and freedom as the demon rumbling between his legs, and miles speeding away beneath its balck wheels.

What would have been a forty-five minute ride in the subway or even a car, took only fifteen on the bike. Emma instantaneously jumped off the motorcycle as soon as he parks. Remembering her scared reaction,Robin winced, maybe he shouldn't had accelerated right off the bat, “Look Em-”

“That was unbelievably incredible! You were all rrrrrrrrRRRRR!!! And the bike just vvvrrrrrrrrrrAAAAAAHHHHHH” she clapped her hands together making a loud clack, “And I was just in the back like WAAAAAAAAA but the BIKE was like pa pa pa” She was shocked, “ YOU! You were so calm and collected!” Robin almost fell throwing his head back laughing as Emma tried to mimic riding the motorcycle with her hand motions. There was a jolt of satisfaction across his heart, “Alright settle down, greyhound”. Emma placed her hands across her chest in fake shock.

Robin swings his leg over after killing the engine, steping in front of her with a soft smile on his lips. Placing a hand in each side of her head, he delicately lifts up the helmet,rosy cheeks coming into view, “Yikes, maybe you should keep it to help hide that” he points at her face as he crunches up his face.

“You’re an ass!”, Emma halfheartedly punches his chest. He reaches for her wrist and holds her against his chest, close enough that they’re breathing the same air. She inhales, her plump lips parting slightly. They weren’t in the office anymore. Could easily close the gap if he just leaned- “Ah-HUM” Still embracing her, he turns towards the unwelcoming interruption. Of course, of course, it was Sam.

“Appreciated it, if you didn’t include what’s MY -“ Sam clears his throat as he catches Emma narrowing her eyes at him, “the kids nanny into your flavor of the week.” Still holding on to her hand, Robin steps back to have a full view of Emma again, “look at her, one day wouldn’t be enough!” “You couldn’t handle a woman like me”, Emma teased. “Is that a challenge?” Robin questioned back.

A pinched expression crosses Sam, his hands forming into fist, “We should head inside, Emma”. She purred, noticeably poring her eyes over Robin's body, “Goodnight, cutie.” Clenching and unclenching his jaw multiple times, Sam gave Robin one last stormy look before striding to the door.

This was a first for Robin: seeing his brother so worked up for his flirting. A weakness Robin was willing to use for his own amusement.

#robin flores #robin x mc #choices #sam dalton #tna #the nanny affair but make it Robin centric #fiction

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all1e23 · 5 years

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Astrophile [Pt.15]

Chapter: Eclipse

Summary: Art shows, miscommunications and kisses.

Warnings: BACK TO THE FLUFF!!!!! Still a little sad at the start just as a heads up.

A/N: Don’t get too excited by the summary It’s not the kind of kissing you’re thinking. Two chapters to go!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed! Thanks!**

There was a clumsy, inelegance to the tightness floating in the afternoon air now that they were alone without a five-year-old bumper to spare them from humiliation. Strangers on the subway have looked more comfortable than they do at this moment. The side glances, nervous fidgeting, and tension turned Bucky’s smile into a deep pout. A bystander catching sight of this floundering rendezvous would be unable to watch for long, they would find themselves turning their head to hide from second-hand embarrassment.

He couldn’t blame them if they did. This isn’t how he saw this reunion going.

Bucky’s not sure what it’s going to take to fix this disaster, and if he had any sense at all, he would move on and pretend none of this ever happened. They could simply chalk it up to a missed connection and let it be one of those what could have been moments. He could go back to the way things were before if he really had to. He could find plenty of things to fill his days, but when it’s late at night and stillness envelopes him, he doesn’t know how to think of anything but her.

Because that’s just it, he doesn’t want to go back to a time before her.

He honestly has no idea what the hell he’s doing when it comes to loving her. Bucky has never felt this confused or this unsure of himself. The only time he’s ever come close to being this lost over a pretty girl, he was a young boy and didn’t understand the difference between lust and love. This is nothing like that, she’s not some pretty girl he has a crush on and he’s terrified he’s going to wreck this to the point it’s unfixable, but he has to do something, anything because he can’t take the strain between them a second longer.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bucky ponders aloud, breaking the silence and tension for a few fleeting seconds.

Y/n nods, feeling guilt swimming up to her throat at the palpable nervousness in his voice. Her words crack and splinter from the weight of her own nerves, “I-I’ve been busy. I’m sorry I haven’t had time for another movie night. Ori said you guys watched a good one though?”

Bucky nods, over and over because he has to convince himself as much as he does her and tucks his hands in his front pockets rocking back on his heels. “Yeah, yeah we did. We watched Mary Poppins Returns. She really liked it.”

“What about you? Did you like it?”

He winces internally. This is so awkward. They have been reduced to idle chit chat? The same terrible small talk he has to make with parents he doesn’t want to be around? They’ve always fit together. Perfectly, really. But this? This is painful and unfamiliar. She’s acting as if she can’t be herself around him– that stings. It’s as if he’s some random person she barely knows and not the owner of the heart she’s still holding.

Bucky hates it.

“Yeah, uh, it was good, but I would have liked it a lot more if you were there,” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he wants to smack his head against the wall – that’s so stupid. He can’t make an awkward situation any more embarrassing if he tried. He takes a gamble and gazes at her, but she doesn’t look upset or uncomfortable like he expects.

She’s wearing the smile that restarts his heart time and time again, but her eyes glisten with something he can’t place, and she’s shifting her attention away from him before he can ask her. They stand in a stony silence as parents pass by Ori’s table and watch as she presents her fireworks in a jar to each group. Ori explains all the different colors she used and points out the directions on the poster board Bucky helped her put together.

The whole presentation takes roughly five minutes, and Ori looks at Y/n and Bucky as soon as she finishes, she beams brightly as a few of the parents mumble something about points for creativity. Bucky sneaks a peek over at Y/n, and she’s grinning as wide as can be and giving Ori a wink, mouthing what a great job Ori had and how proud she was of her.

So it is him.

He’s the reason. He did something– or he said something, either way, this is all on him.

“Are you mad at me or somethin’? Because I don’t know, Y/n. Things have been… off.“

Bucky knows this isn’t the place to have this conversation. The last thing he wants to do is to talk about this in front of a little boy and penguin diorama. Especially since the kid seems far too interested in what Bucky is saying. After tonight, he’s not sure when he will see her again.

It had to be now.

Y/n jerks around to look at Bucky, shrieking louder than she should for a pre-k through first grade art show, “What? No! I just –-I don’t want to get in your way or anything. If you’re bringing another woman home or trying to date someone, I don’t want them to think you, and I are a couple. I don’t want to cause problems for any of your relationships.”

Bucky can feel his chest tighten with each word, and he has to look away because it hurts far too badly. He can’t bear to look at her while his heart is splitting in his chest. His eyes fall back on the kid with the candy stained glass in the far corner, who is moving his hands frantically in the air as he explains his project. The distraction only lasts a moment. Man, was he dense thinking she could ever see him as something more than whatever the hell they are right now.

“Right,” Bucky ultimately bites out. “Because all we could ever be is just friends.”

Y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stammers in a shaky whisper, “O-of course. Just friends.”

Bucky is really starting to dislike the phrase just friends.

As it turns out, all the kids are winners. So maybe Bucky was wrong for telling Ori’s teacher that it seemed a little messed up to have parents go around and vote on five-year olds' artwork. He admits now that he should have read the flyer more closely. The announcement comes just in time to save Bucky from another moment of heartbreak and humiliation – he is running out of time, fast. Even though everyone got the same dark blue participation ribbon, Ori did win an extra award, and he’s telling everyone he knows his kid got first place in at the art fair. If only one of them could get what they wanted tonight, he would rather it be Ori.

How could he not with that adorable excited grin squishing her chubby cheeks?

“Daddy! Y/n! Come take a picture with me! Please! Please!

“Of course, starlight.”

“Anything for you comet.”

No matter what is going on between them, they would do anything for Ori, and that includes standing together for a potentially painfully awkward photograph to make her happy. Bucky’s hand falls to Y/n’s lower back unthinkingly, as they push through the group Bucky keeps closeby knowing her distaste for large, suffocating crowds and she revels in his warmth until they reach Ori’s table and they are forced to part to take their places behind Ori.

Y/n chews her bottom lip and chances a glimpse at Bucky who is already watching her. The soft smile he gives her makes her heart flutter and provides her with a bit of courage. She shuffles closer to him to slide her hand down his arm and intertwines their fingers together. She knows Bucky hasn’t looked away from her, but she can’t look back right now – the cut still stings. He clears his throat and looks back at the woman holding the camera, gives her a curt nod. Bucky isn’t sure this means anything at all, but if it’s hope?

Bucky will take all the hope he can get.

“Is this everybody?” The photographer asks from behind her camera, and Ori replies with a wide grin, “Yep! This is my family!”

Y/n’s hand tightens around Bucky’s, and he doesn’t miss the hitch in her breath or the tears welling in her eyes. He gives her hand a squeeze and gently urges her closer– reassurance. Because, yes, she’s their family, and nothing could change that now. A few flashes, a giggling squeal later and it’s done. No one can take it back. And, yeah it’s only for an elementary school yearbook, he doesn’t care. She’s inked onto the image right next to Bucky and Ori forever.

She’s part of their family always.

“Y/n, can we talk for a second…”

“Mr.Barnes,” Ori’s teacher interrupts, giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Could I talk to you for a second?”

Y/n’s hand is out of his so fast it made his head spin. The look on Mr. Banner’s face makes him feel like he’s in tenth grade and got caught flirting in class. By someone’s good fortune (certainly not Bucky’s) he doesn’t ask Bucky about her, just focuses on Ori. Bucky wants to pay attention, something about special assignments and jumping a grade level, going right into first grade instead of kindergarten but he’s finding it hard to concentrate. He shoots a gander over to the girls and sees Y/n kissing Ori’s cheeks and gushing over both her ribbons. He grins and turns back to find a less than impressed expression on Mr. Banner’s face.

“Sorry,” Bucky clears his throat, giving him an apologetic smile, “Jumping a grade level, you said?”

Ten minutes, three pamphlets, and the promise to read a very lengthy email, Bucky is finally free. He just has to find where two very important girls went… His heart sinks when he sees Ori sitting on the chair next to her table right next to him, talking to one of her teachers. No Y/n anywhere to be found

“Where did Y/n go?” Bucky asks once they are alone and drops down to her level.

“She gave me kisses and had to leave daddy. Can we go see Uncle Stevie now? I want to show him my ribbons!”

Guess hope was a stretch.

Bucky pushes the blow to his heart as far down as he can get it and nods, “Yeah, we can go comet. Do we have to pack any of this up?”

“Mr. Banner says it has to stay in class for more pictures. Are you going to go see Y/n?” Ori asks casually and hops off her chair holding her ribbons in her right hand and taking her dad’s with her free hand. She’s not embarrassed to hold his hand, and Bucky prays it stays like that for a few more years.

Bucky’s brows pinch together at the thought, and he looks down at Ori, “What? Why would I go see her? She was just here.”

“Yeah, but you love Y/n,” Ori shrugs and looks up at him. “When you love someone you wanna see them all the time, like how Uncle Stevie always wants to be with Uncle Sammy.”

It’s official, his daughter is smarter than him.

Bucky doesn’t linger at Steve’s. He’s had enough for one night, and he didn’t think he could take all the questions once they find out that Ori invited Y/n. He can hear it all now – What did you say? Did you tell her you like her? Ask her out! Sure, asking her out in the middle of a school event would be a good idea. It wouldn’t be embarrassing to get turned down in front of a bunch of kids or anything.

He’s going to take a pass on that level of humiliation. Instead, he’s going to sit at home, have a few beers and maybe go to bed early. He can do whatever he wants. No kid for the night and clearly no girlfriend. Bucky tosses his keys on the counter and walks around to the fridge, stuffing the leftover lemon pancakes behind the jug of milk. They don’t need to look so smug, y’know? No one likes smug pancakes.

The sound of the fridge door snapping shut in the emptiness of the bottom floor of his brownstone has his stomach lurching. Bucky sighs and sets his unopened beer on the counter. Okay, so sitting at home all alone is a bad idea. He can always call Natasha and Clint because being the third wheel is always a blast. His eyes land on his copy of The Martian and it glares back at him. Bucky slowly reaches out and flips the cover open where he keeps a bright pink sticky note. Bucky’s finger traces over her words from all those months ago.

Love at first sight is a hoax.

“Screw this,” Bucky grumbles to the empty house and snatches his keys off the counter. He has someone he needs to see.

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The soft melancholy melody playing from her phone and the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside did nothing to help the mood Y/n finds herself in this evening. When she got home from the art show she attempted to eat something but nothing could entice her stomach’s interest, whatever dumb movie was playing on Showtime couldn’t keep her attention for more than a moment, her bed felt too big and too cold and not one star could be seen from her bedroom window. She finally gives up around closer to eleven and wanders down into the store.

There’s a new shipment of books she can put away; if she isn’t going to sleep, she can at least give herself a headstart for the following day. Surely, tomorrow will be better than the utter disaster today has been. The pressure surrounding her and Bucky did nothing to ease the burning in her chest. It didn’t help that she ran the first moment she could and didn’t bother with goodbye. There isn’t much more he can say anyway– at least not while he is taken.

She wasn’t going to be that girl, regardless of how much she wants to be his girl.

A sudden heavy pounding at the shop’s front door puts a halt to Y/n’s progress. She drops the books in her hands on the counter with a loud thwap and tries to calm the rapid thumping against her ribs. There’s a shadowy figure standing behind the darkened glass of the front door, but between the fallen twilight and the rain she can’t make out who it is. She reaches for her phone, and without thinking, her trembling fingers take her to the only person she truly trusts.

“Beck! Open up. You in there?”

Her thumb hovers over Bucky’s number when his voice rings through the front door. What the heck? She slowly sets her phone down, letting the music resume as she tentatively makes her way to the front door. The closer Y/n gets, the more she recognizes that dark brown mop of hair and her heart would know his voice among a thousand others.

“Bucky! What are you doing?” She asks, her voice panicked and uncertain.

The door comes flying open from the force of her worry. The only reason she could come up with for Bucky being here like this was Ori. Something terrible had to have happened after she left. She seals the door behind him and attempts to help him out of his wet jacket.

“Where is Ori? Is she okay?”

The blatant concern in her eyes for his daughter makes him smile despite the disquiet clogging up his heart. Y/n always thinks about Ori first. Bucky likes that– No, he loves that.

“She’s fine,” Bucky assures her, dropping his jacket on the coat rack by the door. “She’s at Steve’s showing off her ribbons the last time I saw her. I just had to see you.”

The admission leaves her confused (as if she isn’t confused enough lately) and more importantly, it knocks the breath right out of her lungs, “Oh, and you came over here in the pouring rain at eleven at night because you had to see me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky huffs a small laugh hoping the night blanketing the store will hide the stain on his cheeks. He nods towards the desk holding several stacks of books. “I guess I did. I didn’t think you would be working this late but do you need help?”

“Oh, um sure. I guess I could use the help.”

Y/n walks back towards the computer and slowly sits on the stool behind the counter, leaving them separated by two feet of oak. Bucky hands her books, and she scans them before passing them back, it’s easy and comfortable until she finds herself blurting, “You didn’t want to spend the night with your girlfriend with Ori being out of the house and all?”

She winces at the sour note of jealousy in her voice and quickly turns around to grab the stack of books behind her, using it as a chance to avoid what she’s sure is a look of pity or possibly annoyance.

“Girlfriend?” Bucky pauses until she spins back around because he is not going to say this until she’s looking at him. She needs to know he’s isn’t feeding her some bullshit line when he tells her there’s no girlfriend. He has to make her understand, outside of Ori, no one in his life comes close to her.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t had a girlfriend in an… embarrassingly long time. A few maybes but no girlfriends.”

“But… I thought…” Y/n’s mind floats back to that day standing right where they are, and Ori’s little voice fills her head, he’s good at loving me, but I don’t think he knows what to say when he loves someone else.

Bucky abandons the books in his hand and leans forward on his elbows to close the space between them, “ Is that why you cancelled our d– night? You thought I was dating someone and still asked you to come over to have dinner with me?”

She shrugs, realizing how stupid it sounds when he puts it like that. Bucky would never invite another woman to his house for dinner and a movie if he were in a serious relationship with someone, and she knows that. Y/n leans on her elbows mirroring the man across from her, “I guess that should have been my first clue, but I panicked. It didn’t feel right to have a movie night alone if you were dating someone.”

He extends his arms and covers her hands with his, meeting her eyes before he spoke, “I’m not dating anyone, Y/n. There is no one in my life. You’re the only woman I want to spend my nights with.”

Y/n raises her brow, smirking at his unintentional innuendo. Bucky’s cheeks pink once his words register, and he quickly tries to fix the badly chosen words, “I didn’t– I don’t mean spend my nights with. I do want to spend my nights with you, but I didn’t mean it that way. Not that I’m saying if we were together or wanted to be together that I wouldn’t want to –” He blows out a breath and chuckles at his own expense, “Can we please forget what I said?”

She giggles, “I know what you meant, Bucky. It was fun to watch you fumble for that recovery though.”

“Gee, thanks,” Bucky deadpans.

A comfortable silence works its way throughout the room, and it’s nothing like this afternoon. It’s peaceful and right and everything she loves about being with Bucky. He lights up her heart in a way no one else has, and she’s sure she won’t find anyone else who comes close.

“There’s really no one else?” He can hear the vulnerability through the uneasy sway in her voice, and he never wants to make her feel this way ever again.

Bucky’s hands squeeze over hers, and he lets his thumb graze over the back of her hand, the sincerity in his voice harmonizing with the hold he has on her hand, “No. There’s just you, Beck.”

Y/n response is just a simple grin. It’s all she can do. She grins, and Bucky grins right back. Tony was right, she thinks. That’s going to be fun to admit to his face. Speaking of Tony. She wonders… “I’m not sure if you heard but,” She takes a deep breath and says, “Tony is getting married.”

Bucky’s brows shoot up, and she chuckles. Pretty much her reaction.

“Really? Tony Stark is getting married?” She hums in response, ignoring the glow of jealousy in his eyes and the way his grip clenched around her hand. Honestly, how he can be jealous of Tony right now, she can’t understand.

“Next July. Do you… want to be my plus one?”

Bucky’s thumb stalls and his hand tightens involuntarily this time, “You’re asking me to go with you a year from now? What if you have… someone else you want to go with? You could meet anyone before next year.”

“I won’t,” Y/n promises.

Hope came back in the nick of time.

“Okay, Y/n. I’ll go with you,” He swears.

“Oh!” Y/n squeals. “I got you something!”

Bucky grins as he watches her do that little run hop she does when she’s excited about something. He stretches his fingers to push out the cold that swarmed him the moment he lost her touch. The light flicks on in her office, and he regards her as she grabs something relatively small– tiny enough she can conceal it in her fist, but something else quickly catches his eye on the far side of her office.

Oh, hell, Bucky thinks.

“Hey! How the hell did you get the calendar?” She grins at the whine in his voice, “ And why is it on that wall? Everyone who comes into the store can see it!”

“I have an in with the princess. Her highness saw my name signed on the bottom and thought I must have forgotten it.” Bucky groans making her giggle as she walks back over to her place across from him, “Get over it. It’s not going anywhere, December.”

Y/n hesitantly opens her clenched fist to show him two black bracelets with a little silver star in the middle.

“They are pinky promise bracelets. You put it on and make a wish. When it falls off, that means your wish is about to come true. I know it’s kind of silly, and you don’t have to wear it, but it made me think of you and us…”

Bucky holds his arm out for her and smiles. Zero hesitation. He would wear a silly bracelet if she asks him to, but he doesn’t think it’s all that silly. She delicately wraps the bracelet around his wrist, and he grabs the matching one from her palm, wrapping it around her wrist. This time he’s the one weaving their fingers together, five minutes without her warmth was long enough. The only sounds echoing in the sugar-filled atmosphere was slowing raindrops hitting the windows and soft buzz of the song playing through her phone.

“Okay, so we close our eyes and w-we wish,” Y/n breathes over the soft undertones of the music.

Their eyes fall shut in unison. He takes a chance and opens one eye to get a peek at Y/n; her head is tilted to the side, and her nose is crinkled as she makes her wish. He grins and closes his eyes. He doesn’t need a lot of time to make his wish, he’s been making the same wish every night for the last month.

“Done?”

Bucky opens his eyes to find her watching him, he nods, but his eyes were centered on her pretty lips, as much as he wants to kiss her this isn’t the time. It’s a big step, a huge leap to take and it will change everything. Ori’s life will never be the same, and neither will theirs. He needs to be one hundred percent sure this will work before he does something else they can’t take back.

“So I have to wait for my wish to come true?”

Y/n responds with a small shrug leaving her hands resting comfortably in his hold, “That’s what it says, but I suppose it would depend on what you wished for. What was your wish?”

Bucky shakes his head casually and slow grin tugs at his lips, “Now, sweetheart, I can’t go tellin’ you my wish. It won’t come true.” She laughs and leans in towards the middle of the counter, so their noses were nearly touching. All he has to do is tilt his head an inch, and he would finally find out just how soft her lips are.

“I really did miss you,” Y/n admits into the calm, letting the confession hang in the air with the rest of her secrets. Her fingers slip between his wrist and the soft strand of the bracelet where she can feel each gentle thump of his heart.

“You’ve got no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart,” Buck swore, sure and sincere. He’s never missed anything or anyone as much as missed her these past five days.

“You pinky promised,” she quickly reminded him of that predestined night shared on a balcony and front steps twenty miles apart. The stars saw that moment, saw them in this very moment long ago – they’ve always been destined to end up right here.

“I did, and I’m sorry. I should have come over the day you text me. I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t want to overstep. There are a lot of things I shouldn’t have let go unsaid,” Bucky tells her, slight regret filling his words but she can see a newfound determination in his eyes.

He’s not the only one at fault for the position they are in. Y/n could have pushed jealousy and hurt aside and simply asked him. All she had to do was ask if he was seeing anyone and tell him about her talk with Ori. He may have even laughed at that. Ori’s voice is playing over and over in her head, I hope so. We can’t wait forever, right?”

Wait, did Ori mean she’s the… No, no that’s not what either of them meant. Or maybe, just maybe the stars are on her side tonight

“If you’re guilty then so am I,” Y/n admits with a smile. “We don’t want to wait forever, now do we?”

He tilts his head to the side and is smiling through the confusion etched onto his beautiful face, “No, I guess we don’t want to wait forever.”

Bucky stares at her for a second, turning over a thousand different scenarios in his head. There are a lot of ways this night could go, and not all are good, but the way she’s looking at him? Smiling ear to ear, that cheek-hurting happiness written on her face sends his heart spinning into a helpless surrender; one he’s more than willing to give to her and her alone.

“Whaddya say we skip inventory and I take you to dinner. It sounds like it stopped rainin’,” Bucky can see the momentary flash hesitation in her eyes and the glance down at her worn overalls and plain white shirt. He’s not sure what the pout is for because she looks beautiful no matter what she’s wearing. Bucky gives a gentle tug to her bracelet and smiles when she looks up, “You don’t need to get all dolled up to have dinner with me. I like you, remember? Old books pages and all.”

As if she could tell him no after that – not that she wants to tell him no ever. “Okay, but I get to pick where we go.”

Bucky would give her whatever she wants if she only let him.

“Whatever you want, babydoll.”

Not once does he let go of her hand as she walks around the counter, he switches hands as he helps her into her jacket and he is reaching for her the moment the storefront door is locked – there is a lot he should have said and a lot he should have done, he was right about that, and he’s not letting another chance slip away.

“I like that,” She mumbles tucking herself into his side as they walk down the rain-soaked street.

“Like what?”

A soft sigh and a sweet confession, “I like when you call me babydoll.”

Bucky doesn’t promise to call her that more or tease her like he usually would. He doesn’t repeat it just to watch her get flustered – despite how much she wants to see that. There’s no cheap one-liner that would do that justice. If she’s important enough to consume all his wishes than she’s worth way more than some shoddy line. He presses a kiss to her temple, letting his lips linger longer than a friend should and wraps his arm around her whispering back, “I like it too.”

Because boy does he.

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