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voidselfshipp · 2 months

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Space Sisters

Cw: injury,alcohol, intoxication/being drunk, hints at sexist families. Mentions of decapiation

Summary: Nastya and Jerico realize just how deep their sisterhood lies.

->started Writing this during Nationals womens day, im happy to celebrate my sister Nastya (Whom I think cannonically is a trans woman). And show my love for this character ive empathized so much with.

->only mutuals allowed to reblog.

--Really?--Asked Nastya with the tone of a concerned sister as she wraps up a bandage around her sisters bicep-- Third time already

Jer huffed,Rolling her eyes-- well what do you want me to do? Let some dude just hack up my Man?

--Its not like hes going to die-- She ties off the ends of the bandages in a small bow-- survived getting his head chopped

Merchant smirked-- true

--You just really like being the center of his attention-- The engieneer added with a chuckle-- I'd rather you dont get hurt though

--but im inmortal too?

--Yeah but i do not like seeing you hurt,dumbass-- Nastya concluded,putting away all the supplies of the first aid kit.

Jeri laughed,nodding along to her words-- fair,fair. --She took her sisters hands and smiled-- thanks

The other woman gave her friend a nodd of acknowledgement and said-- Anythin for you,sister. Now, do you want to get something to eat and drink?

--Sounds wonderfull-- she said as her companion helps her up from the crate she was sitting on.

Both walk to the kitchen in quiet smalltalk, their steps on the metal grated floor echo across the Hall. The coppery wall glimmers with the array of cold and warm lights above on the ceiling,theres the whirring of machinery and pipes.

When they reach the kitchen,the crew is there relaxing after a mission. Jhonny smiles as his eyes settle on his lover, he has a beer in his hand and says--There you are,ladies. Happy international womens day -- he hands a beer to his girl and Ashes hands Nastya a cocktail.

Jer feels her boyfriend wrapping his arm around her shoulders-- For our lovely women, leaders,Queens,warriors, important part of our crew. Cheers!

--Cheers!--The crew parroted,raising their drinks up and mingling amongst themselves and laughing,dancing and making merry.

Nastya is dancing with her sister, smiling and laughing.

--Do you think you'd marry Jhonny?-- She asked with a warm smile,spinning her dance partner.

--Hopefully,dunno if he wants to-- jer answered with a shy grin-- Ah, honestly, id love to.

--Seems good husband material,Da?--She asked, dancing along to the lively music.

Jeri laughed-- Yes, he does.

Meanwhile, Jhonny watches his lover dance and gossip with her friend. His eyes are warm with love and adoration, his heart skips a beat when their gazes meet and she smiles at him.

He bows at her,making a soft hand gesture, and then winks at her. He can see her blush and Giggle.

--Whens the wedding-- Teased Gunpowder Tim,leaning Next to his friend.

--As soon as I get a proper,good,ring. Something that shows how much I love her,a ring she deserves

His friend chuckles-- We'll have to make a stop on one of those richie planets...

--Will she get mad if I steal it?

--If you make it part of your proposal? Prolly not

--For once,youre full of wisdom-- Jhonny teased-- might have to Keep you drunk then

Tim rolled his eyes-- Wanker

--Love you too, Tim.

When the party ends, Jhonny leans on his lover as they walk towards his room. Hes pretty tipsy and is happy to flirt with his girlfriend with a grin.

Jer is mildly drunk too, but she rolls her eyes and simply shuffles away with her hand around her boyfriends waist.

Once in their room, She collapses on the bed with a loud yawn. Her boyfriend lays on her, nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose, kissing her skin.

--'m growing out my hair,ive decided-- He slurred with a grin.

--Neat-- she answered,stroking his shaven side of the head down to the nape of his neck. He almost purrs under her touch with a content smile.-- Sweet dreams,love

--Nighty night,hun

To no-ones surprise,the crew wakes up with a horrible hang over. Jer has a mild headache but she takes one painkiller and leaves the bottle and a glass of water by the nightstand.

She finds herself in the kitchen afterwards, humming under her breath,tapping her foot along.

Aside from the whirring of machinery, she can hear the mild rattle of pipes, metal sounds distant. This was her home,and shes all the more happy for it.

Jer feels a set of slender arms hug her from behind, a chin setting ontop of her head.-- Доброе утро,сестра -- Greeted Nastya with her raspy morning voice.

--Buenos dias,Tya. -- She answered-- Howd you slept?

--it was....fine?--her sister replied a bit of a hangover still aflicting her, pressing a kiss to her hair and going to Grab a few mugs--Making breakfast for Jhonny?

--And you-- She confirmed.

Nastya smiled as her chest warms up-- Youre so sweet. Thanks -- she grabs the pot and starts making some coffee. -- Tea or hot chocolate?

--Choccy-- the other woman answered.

--Alright-- The engieneer goes to Grab the ingredients to make some hot chocolate for her sweet sister. They talk softly about last nights party, about how Jhonny almost breaks a few cups and how Tim ended up passing out in the armory rather than in his room.

Soon the sizzling of oil and food on a pan fills the room, the coffee and hot chocolate are quickly whipped up and Jerico sets down a Plate with some pancakes for jhonny,theyre fluffy and soft when eaten.

Jhonny would wake up to a good breakfast in a few minutes,but until then the sisters cleaned up and went to what could be considered a Garden of sorts with a large windowpane to the dark expanse all around them.

Nastya settles on the mossy floor that is an array of deep ceruelan blues to olive greens, a Plate of cottage cheese pancakes and a cup of coffee on her lap. Her sister sits beside her with her breakfast and both look on to the void.

--This is really good-- the engieneer said,eating one of the pancakes-- thanks

Jeri smiled-- Always,im glad you like em-- she pats her knee, to then take a long sip of her drink.--I got you something for National womens day

Her sister looks at her,eyes softening-- ah,you didnt have to...

--Still,youre my sister,let me spoil you-- She pulls out from her pouch a small square velvety box.

The engieneer takes the box,inspecting it-- whats in there? -- then a brief pause-- right, its a surprise -- she hears her sister Snicker.

Within the gift there is a dainty gold necklace, in the shape of a cog, it glimmers with a thousand small diamonds like stars.

--I- this...wow. -- she mutters,looking at the pendant-- how much did it cost -- jer snorted-- wait...you stole it? Damn-- she breathes out,surprised-- jhonny is leaving a Mark on you,huh?

Jeri laughed, nodding along-- they dont call me merchant for nothing

--I absolutely adore the gift, thank you-- Nastya answered softly-- help me put it on?

Her sister grabs the necklace,fastening it around her neck and fixing it so it sits neatly on her clothes.

--Yknow, after everything that happened with my family-- Says Nastya, taking a sip from jer coffee to get her thoughts straight-- I havent grown accostumed to our...sisterhood, we're- We're equals, and its...a breath of fresh air

Jer chuckles-- Well, when you grow up in a house where men have all the good things in life and youre merely a tool, left behind. having peers is a nice feeling. Especially fellow women -- she looks at her and her big grin.

The engieneer sniffs a little, tracing over the small striped heart in her sleeping shirt. Blue,Pink and white horizontal stripes run across said patch-- We're family-- she concludes, voice firm-- youre my sister, and im yours...and we'll be together always

Merchant nodded along,feeling her best friend and sister lay her head on her shoulder. She does the same and under the quiet starlit black expanse, they eat breakfast.

--Now that I remember,I Also got you something--Nastya added,rummaging the pockets of her pijama pants.

Jer remains quiet, biting down the small mocking she thought of. She thought it was hilarious that Nastya said she didnt need to get her a gift when she had done the same thing

But she understood,she wasnt used to normal,heartfelt and genuine gifts,so the joke dies on her throat.

--Here-- says the engieneer, handing her companion a medium sized pouch of a beautiful deep forest green.

Curiously,Merchant opens the pouch to find a choker, the black stripe of black leather was decorated with beautiful gold chains,dainty with hanging gems that refracted light like the Windows of a cathedral.

--I know you love sun catchers,so I got you that one on our last stop-- her sister explains with a mildly shy smile.

--Well, I absolutely adore it-- jer answered,aware she parroted her sisters words-- thank you

As it is tradition now, Nastya helps her put on the choker. Admiring how it glimmers against her Friends skin.

Both sit there Reveling in eachothers company as they eat their breakfast. Talking in hushed tones about their duties of the day.

Theres one thought in their minds at that very moment.

"Sisters,no matter what, always"

Jhonny would walk in on this moment a few minutes later,his words die on his tongue as he realizes this moment is not his to presence. He closes the door to the garden to give them privacy, and leaves with warmth in his chest and the certainty that as far as anyone was concerned...

Nastya and Jerico were sisters,and always have been.

#cw intoxiaction #tw intoxiaction #cw alcohol #tw alcohol #cw injury #tw injury #cw sexist family #tw sexist family #platonic f/o: nastya rasputina #t.m (band) s/i #tex don't look!#cw decapitation #tw decapitation

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sirisuorionblack · 3 years

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The doctor (part 2)

Cedric Diggory x Reader

Summary - When a 25-year-old single father Cedric Diggory was woken up by his daughter to get shots he knew something was going to happen but not in the slightest bit did he know he was going to find new love. (Muggle AU)

Warnings - none

Part 1 Part 2

Convincing (Y/N) took quite a time, but Cedric managed to do it along with the help of Charlotte.

"Cedric, I really don't think this is a good idea," (Y/N) said anxiously as she swung a bag over her shoulder and carried one of her luggage while Cedric carried the rest.

"You think so?" Cedric asked and nudged his daughter, "Tell her, princess, she thinks this is a bad idea,"

"I am not saying it's a bad idea but, um," (Y/N) started but the look Cedric shot her made her blush and look away.

"Yes, (N/N), it's not a bad idea," Charlotte said, shuffling away from her father's side to hers, "Like look, it would be amazing, we can buy chocolates together, we can movies together and then we could, uh, um, get shots together,"

(Y/N) burst out laughing while Cedric chuckled, "You want to get shots together!?"

"What?" Charlotte asked, adorably dragging the syllables and pouted, crossing her arms, "Stop laughing,"

"Sorry, sorry," (Y/N) coughed to prevent herself from giggling.

"Home sweet home," Cedric said, pushing the door to his flat open and standing inside with his arms wide open, "Come on,"

(Y/N) placed her bags down and took a moment to appreciate how neat the flat was, she had pictured something worse than this, something much messier and she was more than surprised to realise her dorm was not even near to this place.

Charlotte had taken her hand and guided her in while Cedric moved to the kitchen for doing who-knows-what.

A grey couch was placed in the middle of the living room, a TV before it. The kitchen island was on the left, where she could see Cedric clearly fiddling with a glass. There were two rooms on one end of the flat and another one on the opposite side.

"Water," Cedric muttered, passing her the glass of water, "So, we have an extra room here, you can take that and it has an attached restroom. We can shift a few things from my room like a dresser and such. If you need help in arranging things, do let me know."

Cedric took her to the side of the flat where two rooms were situated, "This one is Charlotte's," he said, pointing at the room decorated with glow in the dark stars, cartoon characters, superheroes along with a few snippets of Cedric and Charlotte together and a banner reading 'The Princess'.

"The princess?" (Y/N) asked, chuckling.

"Yes," Charlotte answered, enthusiastically and (Y/N) leaned down, picking the little girl up into her arms, "We could change your room to 'The Queen',"

Cedric made a noise as though choking on his spit and patted his head, "Charlotte,"

The little girl shrugged and leaned against (Y/N).

"Anyways, this is your room," Cedric said, beckoning her to follow him inside "her room".

The room was spacious, neat and clean. A queen-sized bed in the middle of the room along with a wardrobe on the side of the room, a study desk in front of the bed.

(Y/N) had felt so guilty accepting Cedric's offer, she didn't know yet why she even agreed to this in the first place, perhaps the way Charlotte had asked, the look on her face that resembled the greatest hopefulness, the tone of her voice as though (Y/N) living with her would be the happiest moment of the little girl's life.

(Y/N) had taken one glance at Cedric who fondly stared at his daughter, looking like he wanted to fulfil every dream of his little princess even if it is the most impossible thing to achieve and at that moment all she craved for was to just freeze the happiness on both the father and the daughter's face.

She had sighed and smiled, muttering, "I-OK,"

Both Cedric and Charlotte cheered as the little girl excitedly talked about her home.

"I dunno if this is great but well-" Cedric said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other.

"Oh, please, this is great. I mean my full dorm was even smaller than this single room," (Y/N) said, gratefully.

"We'll give you time to shift. C'mon, princess," Cedric said, stretching his arms for his daughter who clung to (Y/N) and shook her head.

"I will help her," she muttered, staring at her father and batting her lashes.

Cedric shook his head, exasperatedly, and started to leave, "Do whatever you want, just don't disturb her!" he yelled over his shoulder as he walked to the living room.

(Y/N) glanced at the little girl in her arms who looked back at her cheekily making the adult burst out laughing once again that day.

Within months the three of them became tightly knit, their schedules shifting unknowingly to accommodate all of their plans. Yeah, they had plans, movie nights on Friday and Saturday nights, take outs on Monday, visiting amusement parks and as such.

(Y/N) hadn't dated anyone in quite a while and before a month or so, she begged all the deities that someone would ask her for a date and that hadn't happened at all but now, she is declining everyone that had come to her with a nervous smile. She doesn't know why and she hoped her hypothesis to be false. What's her hypothesis you ask? She thinks, perhaps, somewhere in the journey with Cedric and Charlotte she might have developed feelings for the father and she is most embarrassed about it, and hence, suppressing the feeling to the bottom of her heart.

As (Y/N) was dealing with her problem, it seemed Cedric had one of his own, he too, perhaps, along the way fell in love with her, and he was terrified. And Charlotte sat back, watching awkward encounters of the adults with scrunched eyebrows and confused eyes but she loved (Y/N) nonetheless, and hadn't been scared to express it on a daily basis.

"(N/N)!" Charlotte yelled from her bedroom, "(N/N), C'mere!"

"One second!" (Y/N) called back from the kitchen, "Where's your dad? Oh, here you are," she muttered, siping her hands and taking a seat on the edge of Charlotte's bed.

"How may I serve, my lady?" (Y/N) asked with a fake bow. Charlotte giggled while Cedric tried to conceal the fond smile that threatened to spill.

"Will you come to pick me up tomorrow?" Charlotte asked.

"Uh," (Y/N) looked at Cedric, confused, who just smirked back, "Where-? Oh! From your school!?"

"Yeah," Charlotte said, looking at her hopefully and there wasn't a minute for her to think about it before she said, "OK,"

"Yay!" Charlotte cheered, throwing her arms around (Y/N)'s neck.

"Cedric, hey, Cedric," (Y/N) shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up but he slept like a log, unbothered of her presence, "Cedric Diggory, wake up!"

"Yes, yes, I'm awake," Cedric said, shooting up and rubbing his eyes, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter!? What's the matter, you ask!? You have to drop your daughter in school, don't you!?" (Y/N) yelled, glaring at Cedric as realisation hit him like a truck and he bolted out of his bed, yelling for his daughter incoherently.

"Dad shut up, please!" Charlotte yelled, placing her palm against her ears.

Cedric scoffed as (Y/N), watching the scene, chuckled, "Sorry, your highness, but do you or do you not wanna go to the school?"

"No, Cedric!" (Y/N) yelled, before Charlotte could answer, "You can't ask kids these sort of questions,"

She glared at him as he adjusted the hoodie he had worn inside out, "Angel, your ready?"

"No," she pouted. (Y/N) sighed and collected the girl in his arms and walked to the door, dragging Cedric behind her by the arm.

"I know, Angel, school is boring but you will get friends there and you will have cool teachers," (Y/N) explained to the little girl, dropping a quick kiss to her forehead.

Little Charlotte groaned and buried her into (Y/N)'s shoulder. The older girl grimaced and looked at Cedric, who mouthed, 'day off?'.

And (Y/N) mouthed, 'Absolutely not'.

Cedric sighed while she racked her brain for an idea, "Hey, Angel! Remember I gotta pick you up from school and for that, you should go to school first,"

At this, the little girl's head piped up, eyes shining. Charlotte wiggled her way down and took her father's hand dragging him hurriedly to the door.

the adults grinned and exchanged a look. "Bye!" Cedric yelled, involuntarily pecking her cheek as his daughter clung to his arm, pulling him with her.

Neither of them realised it until they turned around, frozen on the spot, a wooden door separating the two of them.

(Y/N) touched the spot he kissed, a warm blush forming on her face and butterflies erupting in the pit of her stomach.

Cedric took Charlotte in his arms, dazedly, a fond smile on his face. He looked at the little girl that owned every bit of him and suddenly the smile collapsed, to him it was selfish, putting his stupid feelings before his daughter. He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I love you, princess," he said.

"I love you too, papa, but we are really getting late," The two of them laughed.

Cedric whistled, scrolling through his phone as he waited for (Y/N) near her Hospital to get Charlotte.

"Hello," she greeted, taking a seat in the front, "How are you?"

"I am great. How was your day?" Cedric asked, closing his phone and starting the car.

(Y/N) hummed, "It was OK like it wasn't awesome but it wasn't the worst either,"

"A boring day,"

"I wouldn't say a boring day but um, uh, tedious day?"

"Really?"

"I am sorry," (Y/N) said, with a chuckle. They fell into a comfortable silence, the radio filling the car with soft music.

"Go in, I will park the car and come," Cedric said, as he stopped the car at the entrance of the school.

(Y/N) sauntered to the school, exploring around until one of the teachers saw her and asked, "Are you waiting for your child?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) said without hesitation but immediately realised that Charlotte was not her child, "No, not mine. I, uh, I am here for Charlotte Diggory,"

The teacher asked her to wait and moments later arrived with a couple of kids, beaming Charlotte in the middle.

The little girl opened her arms wide, as she ran to (Y/N), "(N/N)!"

"Hello, Angel!" she yelled, as the little girl jumped into her arms and twirled, "How was your day, peeps?"

"It was the best!" She threw her hand up in the air and giggled.

"Who is this, Charlotte?" A small voice asked from below. When they looked down they saw a cute little boy with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he would grow up to be a handsome man.

"This my," Charlotte stopped mid-sentence trying to figure who this amazing woman was to her, she hoped, no, wished that she would be something similar to a...mother.

"Friend?" (Y/N) suggested.

Charlotte smiled lightly, "Best friend! She is my best friend,"

"Hello, ladies," Cedric joined them, wiggling the keys in his fingers and took his daughter into his arms, "Hello, princess! How was your day!?"

"Woo!" She exclaimed.

Cedric scrunched his eyebrows, "Woo?" He looked behind his daughter at the woman who looked away a slight blush on her face. He chuckled shaking his head and that's when the little boy watching the interaction caught his eyes.

He let his daughter down and crouched to the little boy's height, "Hey Andy! How are you?"

"I am great Mr Diggory," The boy said, politely with a wide grin.

Cedric ruffled his hair and smiled.

"Oil! Cedric! Hey!" (Y/N) sighed exasperatedly, "Never know what the hell is happening in the home," she mumbled under her breath as she walked to his room.

"Dig-!" She stopped mid threat as she saw him sitting on the bed, Charlotte cuddled in his arms, her hands clutching his collar and her head on his shoulder, fast asleep.

(Y/N) bit her lips, "Is she sleeping?" She whispered, walking to the bed.

"Yes, so stop yelling," he whispered back.

"Sorry," she crouched before them and dragged a hand down Charlotte's face, pushing the hair on her face back, "She looks adorable,"

"She does, doesn't she?" He smiled, looking at his daughter fondly. And then his smile slipped, "I need a help from you,"

"What's it?" (Y/N) looked at him, "Is everything alright?"

"Tomorrow," Cedric took a deep breath, "Tomorrow I am having the hearing for the...divorce,"

"Oh," was all she could muster.

"So, can you watch Charlotte tomorrow?"

"Yeah, definitely, of course," she said, giving him a warm smile.

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grace-likes-things · 3 years

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Chapter Seven - Something Different

Masterlist

A/N: uhhhh oops it’s been a long time. What with the world going to shit, I hope you can understand my struggle. Good news is I have the next 2 chapters written! This story is still going to be quite the ride so I hope you can stick it out with me, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Warnings: burns

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My sock-clad feet are digging into the soft carpet of Peter’s bedroom, my biology notebook across my lap, and a textbook strewn on the ground. Music plays softly to occupy the quiet of the room. We’ve just finished our second day back at school since the Sarah incident, and things are a little strange. Kids have all of a sudden been acting out of the ordinary, some small things — Jimmy S. dumped his lunch on the floor before laughing and walking out the door mid-day — and some more concerning — Hannah O. shook the climbing rope in gym until the kid on it lost his grip. The staff has been seriously concerned, and I think the school board is meeting to discuss what might be going on.

“Peter?” I ask, lifting my head to the boy taking notes at his desk in front of me.

“Yeah?” He says without looking back.

“Have you gotten any other weird feelings at school? Like before someone acts up?”

“Yeah, but it’s usually minor. It’s probably just a fluke. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s done something villain-worthy.”

I sigh, contemplating the strange events, “I know, but people are still getting hurt, even if it is minor stuff. Do you think it might have something to do with the blip?”

Peter turns in his chair to face me, “What? Like how?”

“Well,” I say, “Sarah, Jimmy and Hannah were all dusted, right? And the other kids, too. They blipped, they’re acting up, but as far as I remember, no one who survived the snap has done anything weird.”

“I guess you’re right, but — what are you doing?”

I give him a confused look, and he’s reflecting it right back, staring at my notebook, “What do you—?”

But when I lower my gaze, I see scrawled pen marks all over my once-neat biology notes. I lift my right hand, and to my surprise there’s black ink smudged all over the side of it. My pen has significantly less ink than it did five minutes ago. The lines on my paper are dug harshly, nearly tearing the pages at some spots.

“Did you mean to do that?” Peter asks, now with his full attention on me, concern littered across his features.

I keep staring at my hand in disbelief, “No,” I mumble, “I didn’t even know I was writing…”

We sit in silence for a moment, trying to process what just happened and all of a sudden a wave of content washes over me, and it’s not a concern anymore.

“It’s fine,” spills from my mouth, ��probably nothing.”

“What? Y/N, you just ruined your notes without even realizing— “

“It’s fine, Peter, I don't want to worry about it.”

He looks at me, brows furrowed deeply, but gives in, “Alright…”

“Kids!”

Both of our heads turn toward the door, and May swings it open to address us, “Want dinner? I failed at lasagna so I’m thinking I’ll just door dash some Italian, who’s in?”

“Sure!” I say, cheery, “I’m up for Italian.”

“Y-yeah, May,” Peter says, not lifting his eyes from my notebook, “Italian sounds good.”

After dinner, once May has tired us out with questions about school, patrol, and lab work, Peter and I settle on top of his comforter to pick a movie to watch, his laptop laid precariously across our thighs.

“So what are you thinking?” Peter asks, “True crime? Horror? Comedy?”

“Hmm, I don't know, you pick. I’ll probably pass out again.”

He lets out a short laugh, “Alright,” and keeps browsing.

My mind wanders to other things, thinking about my dad picking me up later and home life. And then I realize something, “Peter, I never asked how you were doing after all this. You know, how are you and May adjusting?”

He’s been tired lately, I can tell. He doesn’t act it, not around his friends or at the tower — my dad decided to keep it running while the compound is being rebuilt — but when he thinks no one’s watching he seems exhausted. Maybe calm, but still drained.

He whistles out his next exhale, “I dunno. I guess I haven’t thought about it much. We both blipped, so for us the biggest thing was having to find a new apartment, her new job. But your dad helped, even if May told him not too, so that made it easier.”

“Mhm,” I hum, “And you? I mean, we were both there, on Titan, at the battle. It was…”

“Some scary shit?”

I laugh, “Yeah, some scary shit.”

Both of our giggles peter out before he says, “Yeah, I mean it’s hard stuff to deal with. It’s not like I’ve gotten over it or anything, but I’m just trying to stay optimistic. We got through it with almost everyone. I still have May, we’ve still got your dad, Pepper, Happy, and you’ve even got a brand new sister, so I’d say things are on the upturn for a while, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, a small smile on my features. Then I jostle his shoulder, “Knock on wood, though. Can’t be jinxing the only good luck in our lifetimes.”

He taps his knuckles lightly on his bed frame, “For sure, it’s nice not having an Avengers-level threat on the news every month.”

He slides the laptop closer, absently sliding his fingers across the track-pad, but I can tell he’s not really looking at the movie choices.

“You know you can talk to me though, right?” I glance up at him, heart beating a little faster at the idea of getting a look inside his head, “If anything’s on your mind. If you want to.”

“Yeah,” he turns his head toward me, and now we’re just centimeters away, each breath shared in the same space, “Yeah, thanks. Me, too, you know, if you need to get something off your chest.” But he says it slow, airily, eyes glancing across my face, feature to feature, and I realize I might be doing the same. I nod, and our faces get closer, just the smallest bit, and I find my eyes are focused on his lips.

“Hey, kids!” We hear May call through the apartment and quickly turn our heads toward the door. She’s not in the doorway, thank god.

“Yeah, May?” Peter sighs, settling back against his bed frame.

May now appears in the room, coat in hand, “It's gonna rain tomorrow and I don't wanna walk in it, so I’m gonna grab some groceries before the stores close. Think you can handle taking my bread out of the oven in a bit?”

“You made bread?” Peter says, in a oh-my-god-what-will-I-be-poisoned-with tone. I suppress a laugh for May’s sake.

“Yes, I did, out of the kindness of my heart,” She smirks at him, then turns to leave “The timer’s going off in about 30, you’ll hear it. Thanks!” And then we hear the apartment door close behind her.

“Well,” I sigh, shaking off the awkward demeanor in the room, “Are we even gonna have time to finish a movie at this point?”

He laughs, “Probably not.”

And we both get up to monitor May’s bread experiment, because god knows it’ll burn if we let it bake until her timer goes off.

“I’m telling you, it’s gotta mean something that I didn’t plummet to the ground when I webbed onto Thor’s hammer —“

“No way!” I laugh at Peter, tossing a dish rag his direction, “You weren’t even directly touching it!”

“But that’s gotta be some indication.” He protests, “Maybe I’m like, partially worthy.”

“How could someone be ‘Partially worthy?’ That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Cap was fighting with it! That means someone other than Thor can be worthy, so—“

“Yeah, but that in no way suggests that partial worthiness is even a thing,” I don't actually doubt him this much, but it’s fun to watch Peter push this idea so much.

“Fine, you know what? We’ll ask Thor if we can test it out next time he’s on Earth. I figure he’ll get drunk enough at the cookout to let us try it.”

“Oooh, you’re gonna try to steal drunk Thor’s hammer?” I laugh, leaning back on the kitchen counter, “That’s risky business, I don't think I want to be involved.”

“Not steal, just borrow for a brief experiment.” Peter tries to reason.

“Okay, fine, but don't come crying to me when a thousand year old god puts you in a headlock,” I turn away from him, checking once again on the sad-looking loaf of bread in the oven, “I think this thing’s probably done.”

“Thor wouldn’t put me in a headlock! I’m the baby of the team, he adores me.”

“First of all, I thought I was the baby of the team, and second, I am totally telling my dad that you took that title—“

“Y/N—“

“Nuh uh, you claimed it! I’m gonna make him give you shit for it—“

“No, Y/N, the—“

And then I feel the searing pain radiating across my entire left palm, down my fingers. A yelp of pain escapes me, and I look down in shock, dropping the bread pan out of my bare hand.

“What the hell?” Peter exclaims quickly as he darts around the counter, shutting the oven door and guiding me quickly to the sink. He turns on the faucet, and cold water starts running over my burned hand, easing the pain only slightly. I stare down in bewilderment at the throbbing red skin.

“What was that?” Peter asks over my shoulder, still holding my wrist to keep my hand below the water, “You weren’t even watching what you were doing!”

“I-I don't know—“ I say, flinching at the discomfort, just as confused as he is, “I didn't even know I was taking it out—”

“What?” He looks down at me now, “What do you mean?” I open my mouth to speak but I don't know what explanation to give him. I don’t remember making the decision to open the oven, I don't remember grabbing the pan.

“Okay,” thankfully, Peter seems to register the disbelief on my face and leaves me at the faucet, returning with the first aid kit from his bathroom, “Let’s get it clean and wrapped.”

I let him guide me to the couch, where he kneels in front of me and sets the first aid kit on the coffee table. I watch from what feels like miles away as he puts ointment on the worst of the burn — my fingertips and the heel of my palm — and gingerly begins to wrap gauze around it. While he’s working on my hand, I’m deep in my scattered thoughts; how did I manage to do that by mistake? Surely I should’ve felt the heat of the oven, should’ve flinched back at the first contact with the metal. I definitely shouldn’t have been able to hold the thing for more than a second without noticing — but I did, didn't I? Or else the burn wouldn’t be so bad. So what the hell happened?

I’m still sitting there trying to figure this out when the door to the apartment opens. We hear two voices enter, not just May’s.

“Hey! Caught your Aunt outside, Pete, thought I’d come up and say hi— what happened?”

My dad and May stop just as they walk through the doorway, just as Peter finishes wrapping my hand.

“Y/N burned her hand taking the bread out of the oven. Uh, sorry, May, it’s kind of ruined all over the kitchen floor.” Peter explains quietly.

My dad walks over and sits beside me on the sofa, taking my wrist gently to examine the injury, “What’d you do, kiddo? Ditch the oven mitt completely?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess,” I say.

He looks at me quizzically, eyeing the bright red fingertips that weren’t wrapped, “That wasn’t a serious question… you’re kidding, right? This isn’t just a forgot-the-oven-mitt burn. Your fingers are singed.”

“I-I don't know. I didn’t realize what I was doing…” I mumble out.

My dad looks to Peter for answers, but he’s just as lost for words as myself. He gives a shrug and a lost look in response. May rubs his shoulder in a motherly fashion.

“You okay, sweetie?” She asks.

“Yeah,” I say, looking directly into her concerned eyes, “Yeah I’ll be fine.”

I have a feeling she wasn’t asking about the burns, but I really don't know what other answer to give them. I don't know what happened.

Tony and May look at each other, communicating silently in that parent sort of way that they do, and I just stare down at my hand.

“Okay,” my dad says, “Well, we should probably get you home then. Pete, wanna grab her backpack for me?”

Peter diligently gets up and returns just a minute later with my backpack and sweater, handing it off to my dad, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, and I can't muster up anything more than a ‘yeah’ before my dad bids the Parkers goodbye and guides me out of the door.

Before I know it, my dad is opening the passenger door for me and guiding me into the car, and I can’t do anything to shake this trance-like state. It's an unbelievable feeling, having no recollection of making a choice to do something so painful like that. My dad’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“—Earth to Y/N,” he says, waving a hand in front of my face, “Hey, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I- yeah,” I look him in the eye now, “Yeah, I just- I must’ve grabbed the pan without thinking.”

He’s still staring, doubtful, “You sure?” And a beat of silence, “Is everything okay with you and Peter?”

“What?” I ask, “Yeah, everything’s fine, I just— he just helped clean it. I-I don’t know what I did.”

He starts the car, obviously not satisfied with that answer, but pulls away from the curb and begins our route home nonetheless, “Okay, then. Let’s get some sleep into you, huh sweetheart?” His hand comes up to ruffle my hair, and I hum in response.

The drive home is quiet.

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: oooooh what’s goin onnnnnn?

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simptasia · 3 years

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Cats 2019 😌

Oh, thank you, I’m gonna gush about this movie without even a DROP of that “i knoooow it’s bad” stuff, y’all know that I know. Okay maybe a few drops sneak in, in a back handed way, but MOSTLY this is me gushing and fawning

For context, since i’m putting this in the tag, the prompt was this was somebody gives me a topic and I respond with what i like about it. Like, the opposite of that “send me a thing and i’ll tell you what i hate about it” one

sometimes, like half the time, the CGI actually slaps. like, the close ups are amazing. proper look at some of these cats and it’s like, wow

mr. mistoffelees is precious. he’s my favourite and he’s adorable and his song makes me cry! specifically the bit where old deut is back and it cuts to his happy “oh my gosh i did it” face. triumphant! heck, i just like that whole song, as like the character thing that it is. and yeah anyways, misto is a cutie pie, he’s so shy and awkward and nervous, i wuv him uwuwu

misto is my fave but munkustrap is actually the best character in this movie. i cannot gush enough about robbie fairchild’s acting, singing and dancing in this. he is the backbone of this movie and i adore him! there’s a reason i’ve reblogged a bagillion gifsets of him being so expressionate, he’s so good! you can tell robbie loves being a part of this. and like, very often munku will absolutely be the best aspect of a scene

plus he’s beautiful too. munku, misto, victoria. beautiful kitties

now that i’ve adjusted to the art style, i find these kitties adorable. i love the ears and tails, they make me happy. i like how misto’s tail curls and the movement of everybody’s ears

i really like the music, shoulda mentioned that first. like, when its good, its really good. memory is of course a powerhouse. skimbleshanks is the movie’s highlight, so fucking good. i like mr. misto’s song, fight me. jellicle cats is a fucking bop. rumpleteazer & mungojerrie, I Just Like It. robbie’s performance in... well the whole movie... but also in old deuteronomy is beautiful and soothing. i’ve actually gotten every song in this stuck in my head.... SKIIIIIMBLEEEESHAAAANKS THE RAAAAILWAAAY CAT

legit, making that number include tap dancing was an actual stroke of genius and i cannot praise steven mcrae enough. whomst is also australian, im so proud. i also like skimble’s pants

OH ALSO regarding the music, another thing i love about this movie is that it introduced me to the concept of this musical. i never had any exposure to cats the musical before this movie happened. all i knew before was a couple of references i saw and i had heard memory. but i didn’t know that memory was from cats. and like, think of all the great songs i wouldn’t be aware of if this movie never happened. i’ve also, by extension, become enamoured with the 1998 version of cats too. because of this! i wouldn’t have had a reason to care before! i had no interest! so besides the fact that i actually do like this movie, there’s that

this is true of the stage musical thing, but a lot of cute and fun character moments are gleaned from like background stuff and facial expressions, that sorta thing and i find it really fun to notice stuff (or see somebody else point stuff out). like it’s all very simple but still with some depth, ya know?

the dancing in this is so good. so so good. especially munku because his actor is a magnificent dancer. it’s also funny and cute how misto clearly isn’t as good a dancer as everybody else, so they have him doing clumsy doofy stuff in the background. but im not insulting laurie davidson’s dancing, he’s actually good considering he had to learn for this movie. i just have to praise the dancing in this movie because i’ve seen people say that “the dancing isn’t impressive in this movie because it’s CGI” and i WILL EAT YOU WHOLE. no n no no people HAVE to know that the actors are actually doing that. robbie and francesca are professional ballet dancers, most of the people in this are. the movements are real, they just painstakingly overlayed CGI cat stuff over it. the stuff that isn’t real is like, stuff humans can’t do, like the big fuck off leaps, they used wires for that

Rumpleteazer’s Lesbian Energy Is Palpable

Munkustrap’s Chemistry With Everybody Is Stunning

victoria, misto and munku are OT3 and they’re bicons in my heart

oh i already mentioned the music but i just wanna say i think beautiful ghosts is a lovely song/motif/character thing. i haven’t mentioned victoria much, i think she’s rather sweet in a like endearingly dumb way. and her singing and dancing is, of course, lovely

the sets are practical, they built that! bruh

i have to give my respect to the poor overworked effects artists who worked on this movie. they were pushed so hard and for so long and i think they did a great job and they don’t deserve even a drop of the scorn they have received

i love misto’s jacket, it’s so good. and the pencil as a wand is clever!

the last scene is refered to as a living hell by a lot of people but i love it because just. watch munku’s face the whole time. so good. just watch munkustrap, he makes everything better

ooh on that note, i like how they made it so munk lives in a flat thats literally right by the junkyard. i find that a nice touch and fitting

i like the nuzzles <3 (furthermore i love how misto is so much taller than victoria so he has to bend down so far for a couple of those nuzzles)

i dunno, you can tell most of the people doing this were like really into it, like really loved doing this movie. like these performances are good, y’all! and like, these cats come across as so happy to hanging out and dancing and being together (for the most part, there is bickering and... cattiness too) that it’s like infectious. it makes me smile!

and there’s like a bagillion little things here and there that i like, like my list could go on even more. for example, shout out to that one cat that kept smiling when skimble was spinning upwards into the air (due to being kidnapped) probably under the assumption that skimble can just fucking do that djksakjdsa

so yeah i can’t exactly call this a Good Movie but i can genuinely call it a movie i enjoy, that i adore even, because i’ve never liked anything ironically in my life! also im autistic and this has become my special interest, so choo choo, this trains a chugging. i’m having a lot of fun, and i think that’s good enough

and i feel like it’s already on it’s way to becoming the world’s most expensive cult classic. like, friends getting together and watching it and having a good time, for one reason or another. and i like that. i hope in like 5 to 10 years time, people are gonna be endeared and nostalgic for cats 2019, cuz that’d be neat

#cats 2019 #I like The Parts Where I'm Not In Pain #this praise is in no way an endorsement of tom hooper #who is a genuinely incompetent idiot who should be kept away from musicals #this is all despite the movie's shortcomings #but hey some of the Bad Choices can be a laugh too #i really do think there's more good aspects than bad aspects in this #once you get used to it #like my first viewing felt like a fever dream #it really does take getting used to #but adjusting to this... universe. it's better now #and i think the second half is better than the first half #espech the last ooh half an hour or so? great stuff actually #sunnibits

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kirby-the-gorb · 3 years

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reply roundup!

highlights from the past couple weeks:

I went partially blind for a couple days but drew anyway (which is why [new year] kirb looks a little wonky lol)

@shegosato wrote image captions for a whole bunch of posts, thank you so much! here are their captions for [rainbow], [car], and [alarm clock]!

we also had our first patreon [reward] drawing! thank you to fleurdelis who I think is only on twitter but still.

under a readmore for length.

on [the last roundup]:

@nerdpiggy said: :D no problem!! wow that is the first time someone used my primary pronoun for me in a while. really makes ur heart sing

you deserve to have your pronouns used properly! thank you for having them posted where I could easily find them :> (I actually have a friend who uses a slightly different version of xe/xem, so it was kinda neat to see!)

@salted15 said: !!!!!! :DDDDDD ive never been complimented on my writing thank you. i dont write but still thank you :)

something about the way you phrase your tags is just really pleasing to me! there’s something about the rhythm of it, if that makes sense -u- and it’s really cool to get to read stuff like that just cuz I doodled a kirb!

on [cat]:

@virovac said: I swear I saw this move and I jumped…but its not animated after all. Why does this keep happening with Kirby fanart?

dang, that sounds disorienting :( I dunno about other blogs, but I always tag any moving images with ‘gif’, including the reblobs, so hopefully that’s useful.

on [feeties]:

@your-local-neighbourhood-kat said: I would like to hug him kirby just sitting there. looking all happy and shit. as he should. look at the lil smile. happy pink orb!

he’s just havin a good time! although I’m sure a hug would make it even better!

@spageddie28 said: the feeties: are hold

fantastic work everyone! the feeties are hold. :>

on [think]:

@jeaniechibi said: Kirby 🤝 Winni the pooh Liking food and naps I guess that would mean them 🤝 all of us bc who doesn't like food n naps but eh :D

XD very true. I think kirby and pooh bear would get along very well.

@madamegemknight said: I think some of the Winnie The Pooh cartoons can be found on YouTube!

ooh good to know, thank you!

also I’m not gonna @ you cuz it feels rude but the person calling kirby their dad? extremely wholesome and valid.

on [phone]:

@insertusername77 said: Poyo

dang it. shoot. he should have been poyoing not blahing.

also the person who left the lovely tags that disappeared did get in touch with me, which was very thoughtful of them :>

on [windy]:

@why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: This account brings me so much joy look at him

aww thank you!! drawing these silly little things brings me joy too :>

from the ask box:

@askluckyandfriends said: Hi! I like your art!

hi! thank you! (running an ask blog sounds hard, I hope you have fun!)

#text #title text #long post #readmore #reply roundup #asks answered #swearing #shegosato #nerdpiggy #salted15 #virovac #your-local-neighbourhood-kat #spageddie28 #jeaniechibi #madamegemknight #insertusername77 #why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken #askluckyandfriends

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Take You for a Ride (Crystal x Gigi) - Catrina

A/N: hi! it’s been a long while since i posted here. my mental health had a lot to do with that, but here i am again, hopefully as a better writter lmao. apparently i’m obsessed with gigi and crystal and since it’s still crystal’s birthday here i wrote this inspired by dua lipa’s levitating (thanks gigi’s performance at wtw tour). hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts with me. thanks for reading!

Summary: It’s Crystal’s birthday, and nothing comes out as she expects.

Disappointment. That’s the definition of Crystal’s day.

Disappointment and alcohol… maybe some red velvet cake Jan bought for her. She tastes the bitter liquid and sweet frosting in her mouth as she stumbles in her way to the backyard of Jaida’s house.

She’s sick. Sick and tired, of both the party behind her and her day in general. It had really worn her off, first with her teacher grading her project with a humiliating score of 67 points out of 100, then the ridiculous fight with her mother over the phone (she can still listen to the woman screaming at her if she focuses enough) and her cat destroying her One Direction album with her small and deathly paws, and now — oh fucking now, with some idiot pouring their drink all over her dress in a party that she didn’t even want to attend, or happen for that matter.

This isn’t how her birthday is supposed to be. This isn’t even how any birthday is supposed to be, in fact. Crystal doesn’t get how Jan could get to the conclusion that a party at Jaida’s house would make her feel better.

“It’ll be fun!” Jan had said. “You deserve to celebrate your birthday. I’m sure it’ll improve your mood!”

Spoiler: it didn’t.

Crystal feels just as miserable as she would feel in her dorm. Being in bed and watching bad tv was her original plan for today. Was too much to ask for? Why did she let her friends drag her to a party full of people she doesn’t even know?

Right, because Jan and Jaida had made her puppy eyes and Crystal felt terrible for rejecting such a gentle and thoughtful gesture from her friends.

She groans, sitting down on the grass of Jaida’s backyard and rubbing a tissue over the huge stain in the blue fabric of the area over her chest, groaning again when she realizes the stain isn’t moving at all.

Perhaps more miserable.

It’s a sequin blue dress she had purchased a while ago. It wasn’t really expensive, and it isn’t even her favorite, but fuck, it hurts. It’s like today everything in the universe accorded to make her feel terrible. She usually would shrug it off and continue as if nothing has happened, and she can’t quite understand why her natural sense of positivity can’t wash the sadness away.

Giving up, she tosses the tissue to a side and lets the upper part of her body give up to lie down completely on the grass. She’s lucky everyone else is inside, enjoying the music so loud it makes the whole house pound in rhythm, the intermittent lights that must hurt their eyes, the colorful drinks served by Jan and the closeness of dancing bodies rubbing against each other, so she doesn’t have to worry about someone going out and seeing her throwing a tantrum.

The party is a success. She shouldn’t ruin it with her bitter existence.

The sky is quiet tonight, with some stray stars and the moon shining bright. It makes Crystal breathe heavily, over and over again, until she’s sure she’ll be okay.

But, as her breathing regulates, imagines of every earlier moment when she felt everything but okay flash through her mind, and her lungs are not cooperating anymore.

Her heart feels heavy, stupidly hurt. She knows tomorrow her terrible grade will still be there, and her mother will still be pissed at her for whatever she even got mad about, and her favorite album will remained ruined and her fucking dress won’t be wearable anymore, and it’s fine, because she can make work for extra points to improve her final grade and text her mom an apology and replace the material stuff that isn’t even that important whatsoever, but that won’t help her stop feeling so helpless.

Helpless — that’s a good definition for her.

“Crystal?”

Gigi Goode looking down at Crystal interrupts her pathetic thoughts.

More than the interruption, her mere presence is what makes Crystal blink twice and wonder, for a brief moment, if she fell asleep on Jaida’s backyard grass and she’s dreaming.

She’s used to see Gigi everyday, but since today has been a short taste of hell, it wasn’t surprising when Gigi texted her to say she had to miss part of her classes and Jaida’s party because she needed to find someone to fix the broken temperature system in her apartment.

She hasn’t come to terms of how she feels about Gigi yet, and it’s not something she would like to do at all. For the past two months, Crystal has noticed the way her heart starts pounding violently in her chest when Gigi smiles at her, or takes her hand to lead her through the corridors or when she simply looks at her with those big eyes full of emotion and it’s ridiculous but somehow fitting that the only person she craved to see today was the one she couldn’t.

“What are you doing here?” Gigi tries again at her lack of response, not hesitating to offer her hand to help her up.

Crystal takes her hand without thinking (she doesn’t do a lot of thinking in Gigi’s presence) and lets her pull her up in a sitting position.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking what are you doing here? I thought said your temperature system was giving trouble.”

Gigi chuckles, crouching to be at the same height as her.

“Well, I really wanted to come and Heidi said she could manage it. The girl knows about mechanics, did you know that?”

Crystal shakes her head, breathing out a laugh. “I never would’ve guessed.”

Gigi hums thoughtfully. “Well, she does, thank fuck, because I really wanted to see you, birthday girl.”

Heat creeps up to Crystal’s face incredibly fast, leaving her cursing the power something so small can have over her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I asked Jan where you were, actually. She said some dickhead poured all his drink on you and you were probably in the bathroom but you weren’t there.”

Crystal opens her mouth to vent about her now ruined dress, frowning as soon as a different thought crosses her mind. “But there are like five bathrooms here. You went all around the house looking for me?”

Confused, Gigi nods. “Is that weird?”

It’s extremely sweet, is Crystal’s first answer.

“No, of course not,” she giggles instead. “But why were you looking for me?”

Gigi looks suddenly flushed, as if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Well, I…” she tears her eyes away from Crystal to look at the party behind her through the glass doors. “What happened to you?”

The change of topic takes Crystal aback.

“What? What about me?”

“Yeah, you’re here all alone, looking like a child who dropped their candy, when you’re usually a little happy ball, and in your birthday,” Gigi remarks, although not harshly. “Had a bad day?”

Crystal hates this how easy is for Gigi to read her. She knows she looks terrible, beside her dress the signals of her terrible day surely mark her face in dark bags under her eyes and pale tired skin, but Gigi has always had a talent to read her beyond that. The simple fact makes her feel even more embarrassed.

“A horrible one,” she finally confesses in a low whine. “A straight up disgusting, draining, fucked up, impossible day! And, I know I shouldn’t feel so pressed about it, but birthdays are supposed to be happy and I — I am not. At least not now.”

Gigi snickers, taking Crystal’s hand in her own to give it an affectionate squeeze.

“It’s okay to have bad days. Now, to have a bad birthday is really fucked up, but it is what it is. Wanna tell me about it?”

“I’m not really in the mood of talking about me being mediocre in life,” Crystal means to joke more than to actually vent, and she loves the way Gigi giggles.

“Dramatic much?”

“Oh,” Crystal’s eyebrows raise as she laughs. “I can be more dramatic.”

But Gigi doesn’t laugh along this time. She purses her lips, and then stands up, offering her hand to Crystal again.

“Let’s go.”

Crystal looks puzzled. She takes Gigi’s hand, allowing her to pull her back on her feet. With her hand still covered by the other girl’s, Gigi begins dragging her back to the house.

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s go for a ride,” Gigi suggests, looking back over her shoulder just to give her a smile that reassures everything.

In the middle of the dark since the backyard lights don’t reach there, the path changes; Gigi takes Crystal through a small hallway that connects the porch with the patio to the front of the house. They meet a few people in the way; some passed out on the ground, others drinking in their friends and some couples making out. Crystal turns to watch them before she realizes they’re crossing the garden.

“Gigi,” she breathes as she spots the motorbike parked on the sidewalk.

The blonde reaches in the pocket of her jacket, her hand still on Crystal’s. She finally pulls out her keys and twirls them on a finger.

“Every time I’m sad, or mad… or high,” she grimaces and Crystal laughs, “I get on this thing and ride away. It usually works to clear my mind and calm me down, so I thought it could work on you too.”

Crystal feels something very close to gratitude. Instead, she knows it’s pure adoration for one called Gigi Goode.

“Okay,” excitement starts filling her face as she smiles. “Oh my god, I’ve never been close to a motorcycle before, wow!”

Gigi laughs, rolling her eyes. “You’ve literally seen it everywhere with me.”

“I know, but—” she eagerly motions to Gigi and then to the motorcycle. “I always see it as, I dunno, part of you. Like, yeah, there’s Gigi and her bike, you know? I’ve never seen it up close.”

Gigi’s light hearted laugh is the answer she receives again. “Well, now is your chance.”

The motorcycle shines in its black neat color, with not a single particle of dust on it or sign of being neglected; Gigi’s perfectionist personality reflecting. Crystal finds herself so absorbed by its beauty that she doesn’t realize when Gigi lets go of her hand and gets on the bike, using her legs to adjust herself as she takes the two helmets from the space behind her on the seat to make room for Crystal.

She reaches forward to pull the key in the ignition, and it only takes a firm move from her hand for the motor to start growling. The sound makes Crystal gasp.

“You think you can get on? I don’t want you to fall,” Gigi warns, but Crystal is already jumping behind her.

Of course, the gravity plays a cruel trick and she has to grab onto Gigi’s jacket to prevent her from sliding off, but Gigi doesn’t seem to care as she snuggles closer. She offers one of the helmets to Crystal, smiling.

“Safety first.”

“This is so pretty,” she drawls, passing her fingers over the shiny, baby pink surface of the helmet.

“Thanks. Heidi suggested me to get it customized that way,” Gigi comments as she puts her own helmet, of a white color, on. “She’s pretty much the only person who I give a ride, so I thought, why not?”

A tinge of jealousy pops in Crystal’s chest, but she forces herself to ignore it as she notices Gigi reaching over the hand grips, preparing herself to move. She rushes to put the helmet on and forces the image of Heidi taking her spot behind Gigi to fade away.

“You’ll probably resent the motion, so please hug my waist as hard as you can and hold your legs onto the sides of the seat,” says Gigi, so easily it makes Crystal think it’s something she has memorized. “I’ll go slowly anyway, since it’s your first time.”

Crystal complies immediately; she wraps her arms around Gigi’s waist and the stupid butterflies in her stomach seem to fly all the way up to her throat, suffocating her for a second, until she realizes it’s just Gigi’s perfume.

Fuck, she thinks bitterly. She smells really good.

The short heel of Gigi’s boot kicks on something at the same time she rotates the key one more time, and the motor growls fiercely.

They start moving — it’s almost magical. At first, Crystal can’t really feel it. It starts as such a gentle motion, but when she looks around, she sees Jaida’s house becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, and the houses around moving around them. That’s when it hits her; they’re moving.

Gigi speeds up once they’re out of the block, turning on the left and then right and moving smoothly until they’re exiting the neighborhood, but Crystal doesn’t mind in following their path.

She’s too busy giggling at the wind hitting her face and making her hair twirl, creating ginger waves at the sides of her head.

The world around them is moving so fast, and all she can recognize in the city at night are deformed street lights and bright colors everywhere she looks at; everything seems so distant but so close at the same time as they slide on the asphalt, and the late life of Los Angeles never looked so appealing.

Nothing seems important now. Her grade, the fight with her mother, her album nor her fucking dress. Her mind is full of Gigi; of her beautiful hair, her endearing voice, her flawless face and how soft she feels under Crystal’s hands; almost as if she belongs there, in her arms.

If Crystal wasn’t starting to feel dizzy for the speed, she would probably never think such a thing; her feelings for Gigi are something unexplored and feared, threatening to destroy their friendship because Gigi is everything and Crystal is barely something that exists. And Crystal isn’t ready to lose her.

It’s the little things, like the fact she went all around the house looking for Crystal or that she even wanted to see her, that she thought of a way to cheer her up, that make Crystal’s stomach coil and tie itself in a too tight knot that won’t probably never be the same. Gigi has some kind of security aura around her that, as Crystal learned, was impossible to ignore. She’s confident, sure, but there’s something more to that attitude; something that demands to be trusted under that bitch façade. She’s kind and loving and funny, and if Crystal has to swallow her feelings to make sure Gigi is always at her side, then she will.

As they speed up into a steady pace, Crystal notices how Gigi relaxes and leans back into her just a little, and without a second thought she leans on her as well.

“You okay back there?” Gigi asks, voice muffed by the violent wind and motor growling under them.

“Yeah!” Crystal exclaims. “Oh my god, Gigi! This is amazing!”

“Wait until you see this!”

Crystal is about to ask what she means, when they turn into an empty street, where a tunnel leans out. There are no more cars or motorcycles around them and Gigi speeds up even more as they approach the tunnel, lights flying around them.

A raw “puff!” echoes in their ears as they storm into the tunnel, and Crystal laughs as she feels the force the motorcycle is traveling through it. She feels light, like the butterflies flying around her stomach, levitating at the right speed and watching the world around them as secondary.

Gigi starts slowing down at the middle of the tunnel.

“Hold your arms up,” she tells Crystal, eyes locked at the front. “Just for a second, so you can feel the wind.”

At first Crystal hesitates, but the speed is steady and there are no more vehicles around, so she slowly pulls her arms away from Gigi.

She raises both arms, wriggling them at her sides. She makes a quick mental note to remind herself to thank Gigi later, because the air hugs her limbs in a way that almost tickles her, the soft touch running on her naked arms and she closes her eyes for a moment, wondering if she could fall asleep like this.

Of course, when the motorcycle runs over a bump and she has to hold on Gigi’s torso to avoid jumping out of the seat, that idea is quickly denied.

“Oh, right,” Gigi laughs. “I should’ve warned you about that.”

Crystal huffs, sleep knocked out of her as they leave the tunnel behind.

The rest of the way is calm; Gigi decides to go slow this time, so Crystal has the chance to see everything in a clear way (according to her, it’s very important to appreciate the view) and Crystal takes the moment to rest her chin on Gigi’s shoulder and wrap her arms around her middle, just like before, but this time without the messy rush of fearing being thrown out of the motorcycle by a bump.

The proceed to threat a way through town messily, going around buildings and onto streets Crystal doesn’t even know, but Gigi moves skillfully, like she knows exactly where she’s going, and Crystal trusts her. Soon she noticed that Gigi actually knows where they going.

She recognizes her surroundings as they approach the apartment complex where Gigi and Heidi live. She’s always complained saying that her place is small, but the few times Crystal has come over, she’s loved the cozy feeling that takes over her as soon as she crosses the door, which makes her feel even more excited.

Gigi parks carefully on a spot near the front gates. She pulls the key out and the motor shuts down, as she leans back with a pleased smile.

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to come here, but I thought you didn’t want to go back,” she whispers, barely having to turn around to see Crystal’s face resting on her shoulder blade.

“You thought correctly,” Crystal sighs with content before a thought crosses her mind, making her gasp. “Shit, I gave Jan my phone before going out—”

Gigi reaches on the inside pocket of her jacket, pulling out Crystal’s phone.

“She gave it to me when I asked for you,” she explains to a stunned Crystal. “She thought we would leave together eventually.”

“How smart,” Crystal mumbles.

She unlocks it while Gigi takes her helmet off, noticing the time; almost two in the morning. She tugs on Gigi’s sleeve, pointing at the screen.

“It’s late, won’t Heidi be pissed if we come in? She could be sleeping.”

“The girl wouldn’t wake up even if a rock fell in her head,” Gigi rolls her eyes, gesturing for Crystal to take her helmet off as well. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Crystal shrugs as she does so, too wrapped in the thought of spending more time with Gigi to care. She gets back on her feet with a little jump, following her inside the building as they carry the helmets with them. Gigi talks about her day while they’re making their way to the third floor through the stairs, blame the elevator that never came back to the lobby, by Crystal’s request. She wanted to know how she had been doing while she was miserable, and Gigi complies, walking through the empty building.

“I noticed this temperature thing was broken because, c’mon, California will never be hot enough to make fucking ice cream almost boil,” she says just when they walk into the right corridor, Crystal trailing behind her. “It was a nightmare, everything was so fucking hot. I hope Heidi could fix it.”

The metal of her keys knocking makes the only sound that fills the air as Gigi opens the door. She reaches for the switch and the small living room lights up, cool air receiving them.

“She fixed it,” Crystal muses, smiling.

“God bless her,” Gigi sighs, taking off her boots. “Could you leave your shoes by the door and the helmet over the coffee table please?”

Crystal steps on the soft carpet on her short blue socks, watching as Gigi makes her way to Heidi’s bedroom door. She opens it just enough to poke her head inside. After exchanging a few words with her roommate, she turned back to Crystal, closing the door behind her.

“Heidi was just going to sleep.”

“Oh,” Crystal’s eyebrows raise. “Tell her hi?”

“I’m not sure she’ll appreciate me bothering her again,” she giggles. Her mouth opens again, but she closes it seconds after, thinking for a second on what to say. Finally, she gestures at the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”

The apartment is small, Gigi’s right. The living room has barely enough space for a couch and a coffee table and is too close to the kitchen. The bathroom is that white door carelessly next to the television hanging on the wall, and Crystal bets Gigi and Heidi’s rooms are just as small, although she has never seen them. The few times she has been there, with Jaida and Jan, they simply preferred to stick to the couch and a barstool they would drag from the kitchen.

Gigi’s room suddenly becomes source of her curiosity, but she nods, remembering Gigi’s question.

“We’ve got a great menu tonight, in honor of your birthday,” Gigi hums as Crystal sits on one of the stools of the kitchen bar. She opens the fridge, eyeing the content blocked to Crystal’s view by the fridge door. “We have… well, we’ve got beer, and pretty much nothing else.”

Crystal laughs. “Beer! Just what I wanted!”

Gigi is beaming under the kitchen lights as she tosses her a beer and takes another one for herself, nonchalantly kicking the fridge closed. She leans a hip on the kitchen bar, worryingly close to Crystal, and holds her beer up.

“Cheers,” she clicks their cans together.

“Cheers,” Crystal repeats. She stops right before taking a sip, frowning. “But what are we exactly cheering for?”

Sipping her drink, Gigi breathes out a laugh.

“You just killed the moment, babe.”

Babe. Crystal’s ears burn with the name, and she attempts to conceal her surprise by pretending she’s genuinely confused.

“Well, who cares?” Gigi shrugs, holding her beer up again. “Here’s to terrible birthdays, a broken temperature system, and…”

“Motorcycles,” Crystal fills in for her.

“Yeah,” Gigi grins at her. “Motorcycles.”

Crystal leans back to take a long sip of her drink, savoring the slightly bitter taste going down her throat. She notices Gigi staring at her when she places the beer back over the bar, with the ghost of a smile on her glossy lips.

“What?”

“What,” Gigi repeats, snickering.

“You’re looking at me,” Crystal points out, smiling to cover her worsening blush.

“I like looking at you,” the blonde simply says, as if it’s obvious. “I always wanna look at you.”

“That’s creepy. Do I need to call the cops?”

Far from looking bothered, Gigi shrugs. “Who knows. Maybe.”

Crystal scowls with no genuine annoyance, but her face softens as Gigi’s smile somehow widens.

“You’re weird, miss Goode. I thought being weird was my gig,” she jokes, making Gigi throw her head back in laughter.

Internally, Crystal is praying this moment never ends. Seeing Gigi under the dim lights of her kitchen, toying with that beer and looking so effortlessly gorgeous is having the same effect as when she was feeling the air hit her face on the motorcycle, and her head already feels lost in space, far away from the apartment.

“Why were you looking for me earlier?” Crystal asks, voice small.

The intimate atmosphere created around the two is beginning to feel suffocating. Crystal can feel Gigi so close, like she’s the only real part of a dream and the rest of the world was nothing but a wallpaper for her wonderful figure to stand in front of and lead Crystal through the rest of the night.

“Nothing,” Gigi doesn’t even look taken aback by the sudden question.

“Oh, c’mon. It can’t be nothing,” she whines as Gigi takes another sip, purposely taking a long fucking time doing so. “Gigi, c’mon. Tell me!”

She leans forward, making her lower lip stick out in an exaggerated pout. It seems to work catching Gigi’s attention since her whole face seems decomposed when she glances over.

“Don’t do that.”

Crystal frowns. “Do what?”

“Don’t pout.”

“Why not?” she quirks en eyebrow.

“Because it makes me wanna kiss it off your lips,” Gigi deadpans. She takes a final sip from her beer before walking to the fridge again, not minding if Crystal just froze on her spot.

Crystal laughs nervously, trying to convince herself she just misheard. Her heart is beating so fast on er chest, if she watched any medical tv show she might be worried for it to pop out of her body through her nose at any second.

As time passes, she wonders if that’s possible.

“What did you say?”

Gigi sighs, returning with another two beers. She looks uncharacteristically shy, sheepishly placing the new beer in front of Crystal, eyes glued to the carpet.

“This is dumb,” she blurts.

“Gigi—”

But Gigi leans in to kiss her, and suddenly any word forming in Crystal’s head dissolves.

It’s slow and tentative at first, but any doubt disappears when Crystal’s hands move to cup Gigi’s face, pulling her even closer.

She feels light. So light, like when she was holding her arms up in the tunnel to feel the wind, and everything moved so far away from her, she felt ethereal. And now, moving her lips against Gigi’s and feeling the texture of her lipstick between them makes her wonder how Gigi can make such raw sentiments be born in her, riding a goddamn motorcycle or kissing her in the tiny kitchen of her apartment.

Gigi’s hands are tight at the sides of her waist, tugging a little tighter as she pulls back to grab some air.

“That’s why I was looking for you earlier,” she confesses after a while of comfortable silence.

Crystal feels pulled out from a deep trance… or rid over by a bus. Whatever sounds romantic as she stares at the blonde’s deep blue eyes and runs her fingers over her shoulders.

“I think I’ve felt this way with you for a while… I mean, you’re pretty, and I have eyes, so I can tell that you’re pretty,” Gigi continues and if Crystal wasn’t focusing on breathing she would’ve laughed, “I thought that I could keep it friendly, but this morning, when I knew the temperature system was broken and I couldn’t make it to class or the party, I was so pissed. I didn’t wanna let you down.”

The butterflies in Crystal’s stomach have eaten her tongue. Yes, that’s why she’s speechless.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Gigi finally asks and everything fits in Crystal’s head.

“Why would I be mad at you? You’ve literally described how I feel for the last semester with this crush I have on you,” Crystal blurts out.

Before regrets covers her entire face, she notices Gigi raising an eyebrow, with a smirk threatening to form on her lips.

“Last semester, huh? That much?”

“Shut up,” Crystal tries to sound pissed, she really does, but with Gigi being so close, her blushing cheeks betray her initial expression.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re flattering me.”

They both laugh. A warm feeling spreads across Crystal’s chest at the fact.

“This day… it was hell,” she mumbles, and almost smiles at how Gigi looks at her, having her entire attention, “and I also was thinking of you. It was weird… like, as I said before, birthdays are supposed to be happy and while I was sad and grumpy I couldn’t help but think ‘I wish Gigi was here, because she would make everything better; she’d make me laugh or help me or just make me feel like I’m not alone’ and I hated the idea of not getting to see—”

“The love of your life?” Gigi suggests, sounding way too hopeful.

“I was gonna say that blonde bitch,” Crystal grimaces, “but if that works for you…”

Gigi laughs, mumbling something about who was the real bitch is as she reaches over for her second beer.

Leaning her side on the kitchen bar, freshly open can in hand, Gigi smiles again. It’s a show of her teeth and little wrinkles at the sides of her eyes that Crystal remembers noticing the day they met that morning at History of Art class.

Glancing at that very smile, Crystal’s pretty sure she’s dreaming. Did she fall asleep on Jaida’s lawn? That’d be pathetic. Someone could think she’s dead tomorrow morning when everyone’s hung over and oh, the idea frightens her, but she has to be dreaming. She can’t be this lucky — she’s never been lucky. What are the chances someone like Gigi can have a crush on her?

This flawless, beautiful girl with a golden personality that Crystal’s been making heart-eyes at for months has a crush on her.

God, she thinks. If I fell asleep Jan better never wakes me up.

“Crystal?”

The redhead blinks a couple of times, meeting Gigi’s eyes in the process.

“You were lost in thought, babe. You alright?”

The fucking pet name again. Crystal isn’t dreaming; her brain wouldn’t be mean enough to make up scenarios like this.

“Was I? Sorry.”

That’s not the answer Gigi wants. She drags the other barstool from the other side of the kitchen bar to Crystal’s side, sitting down with her beer still in hand.

“Stop overthinking.”

It’s not a suggestion. Crystal attempts to laugh, but no actual sound comes out of her mouth.

“Well, I can’t,” she babbles, “it’s hard. This doesn’t feel real.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“No,” she whispers, more to herself than to the other girl. “I always thought that you were… romantically different than me.”

Gigi looks utterly confused. “Please elaborate?”

The butterflies are not dead. They’re flying around Crystal’s stomach now, begging her to not fuck it up.

“I never thought you’d feel the same,” she admits, too quietly for her taste.

Vulnerability is not a good look on her, she has decided years before, and definitely not in front of Gigi. She has all the time in the world to be a cry baby in the comfortable privacy of her dorm, not right now, for Christ’s sake.

“This is real,” Gigi gestured at herself, then at Crystal. “We’re real. Everything is. I can’t understand why you’re so impressed about it, but I know for sure it’s not enough of a reason.”

Crystal nods. Gigi’s right, as always, and she’s just wasting time questioning why has her day taken the path it did instead of enjoying it.

“I’m just being stupid.”

Gigi rolls her eyes, pulling her again for another kiss — a shorter one, but Crystal can’t help but try and memorize how her lips feel against hers. She’s never stopped and think of how it would be to kiss Gigi, and she’s somehow glad; none of her expectations would have been better than the real thing.

“I like you stupid,” Gigi comments once they part, receiving a smack on the arm by Crystal. “You know I’m kidding; you’re never stupid, but I do like you.”

“I like you too,” Crystal breathes, feeling every of her limbs relaxing. Gigi doesn’t say more, and maybe it’s the end of their conversation, but there’s something else forming in Crystal’s throat and before she knows it, she blurts out, “thank you.”

Gigi looks up, puzzled. “For what?”

“For the ride. It was the best birthday present ever.”

Under the dim lights of a small kitchen in an even smaller apartment somewhere in Los Angeles, Crystal knows there’s nothing better than Gigi Goode.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #college au #lesbian au #fluff #catrina #concrit welcome #crygi #s12

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nine: take you home

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“I wanna take you home and I ain't talkin' about a two mile ride back to my place. Oh, this ain't the same old song about two hearts hooking up one and done, on a Friday. No boy, I'm talking about a map-dot town, nobody knows that'll tell you everything you need to know about me and why I talk like I do and why I'm falling for you and why I take it slow. I wanna take you home...”

A/N: thank you so much for following me on this journey of telling Ginger’s and Niall’s story! i’m glad they are bringing you joy and hopefully making realize to have courage to follow your heart. big love to everyone who comments, asks, reblogs, and likes each chapter. i see you. thank you.

TWO WEEKS LATER

GInger was mad.

After two weeks, things had gone back to normal...sort of.

Stella was still hoarding Ginger’s house and phone. Ginger was still working from home due to “cutbacks” at the office. In reality, the higher ups liked the fact that Ginger could get her job done from outside the brick and mortar building. And if Ginger was being honest, it was a little freeing, but she desperately missed Sheila and had set up a meeting with her manager for a bit of negotiation.

But in this moment, Ginger was pissed. She was currently losing to Niall at her all-time favorite game: Scrabble.

Niall had just scored thirty-one points for a two letter word and Ginger was not having it.

“QI is not a word, damnit!” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and let her anger stew.

“Says it right here in your dictionary,” Niall held up the thick pocket dictionary and pointed to the word QI. “Just playing by the rules.” He was smiling, trying to contain his fit of laughter bubbling in his abdomen.

“Well…” Ginger was thinking of anyway for that word not to be on the board because it wasn’t fair. It was cheating. “Well… your placement is bullshit. It’s wrong,” Ginger leaned up to the table and rearranged her seven letters once again. She couldn’t believe she was losing.

“It’s totally fair, Gin! Triple letter!” Niall picks up the Q letter once again to show Ginger that it was in fact still there and his word was in fact legal. “You’re just a sore loser.” If steam coming out of ears was a thing, Ginger would be a steamboat. Her face and neck were red and he knew she was flustered. Ginger could not lose, they both knew this, and yet, Niall kept smiling at his losing girlfriend and couldn’t wait for the imaginative argument to ensue.

“Shut your face, Horan.” Ginger mumbled before putting down “U-I-Z” next to Niall’s Q. She began counting on her fingers how many points she had just scored.

“Twenty-two,” Niall looks up at Ginger, his brow scrunched as his smile is still plastered on his face.

“How do you do that?” Ginger asks as she adds the new number to her total answer. She was in charge of keeping up with both and currently, she was losing by a total of twelve points. The new sums made Ginger want to quit the game and go to bed. She never loses.

“I dunno, I just do. Kinda like how you never lose?” Ginger looked up at Niall with murder written in her eyes. If she could reach across the dinner table and wrap her hands around that arrogant neck of Niall’s and apply slight pressure- just enough to make him see black spots and to get him to listen- she would be fine. But that’s called premeditated murder and Ginger didn’t not want to go to prison over a Scrabble game.

“Also like how you’re not getting any tonight…” Ginger casually says as Niall is leaned over the board. He pauses before placing an unknown tile on the board and Ginger is trying to see what he’s trying to spell. “Please use American spelling…”

“You wouldn’t…” Niall breathes. He hasn’t moved a muscle since Ginger’s threat left her mouth.

“Play your word or forfeit, Niall.”

“Ginger…”

“You’re fucking with me…” Niall places the tile, but his eyes are still on Ginger. She hasn’t broken character and he’s praying he is calling her bluff.

“Not tonight I’m not…” She wanted to laugh, but she wasn’t going to lose at this game too. Niall pushes the board off the table causing Ginger to scream and he sits back into his chair and pouts.

“You’re a fuckin’ sore loser. Remind me to never play you again.” Niall huffs before standing up. He looks down at Ginger who is laughing into her hand. “You made me make a mess. You’re a...butthead.”

Ginger smiled as she crouched down to pick up the game board and wooden letters. She had won in a way, and when asked, she could say that she had never been beaten at Scrabble.

“So…” Niall is leaning against the wall of the dining room. He carefully looks at his nails before speaking again. “Remember in Hawaii when you said you wanted to go home?”

“Yeah,” Ginger answers, still not looking up from the few tiles left to pick up.

“You weren’t talkin’ ‘bout LA, were ya?” Niall quirks a brow up as he feels his heart beat faster.

“Um, not exactly,” Ginger straightens up and places the game back on the table. Niall was up to something...again. “What are you up to?”

“I got Tara to book me jet to Atlanta in three days, I think.” Ginger, while she wasn’t doing anything, stopped where she was. Her body was in shock. She was going home? With Niall? After all these years of school and work, Ginger may have gone back to Georgia once or twice a year. Travel was bad around the holidays and while she enjoyed spending the much needed time together, it was the plane ride to and from that kept her from visiting as much.

“I want to meet your parents, Gin.”

She had gone into complete shock. No guy wanted to meet Ginger’s parents. They usually had already ran by the time Ginger had gotten that far into the relationship, and yet here with Niall, he had made all the arrangements to do so.

“Are you sure?” Ginger asks, finally able to speak. She steps towards Niall and a smile plasters across his face. “They’ll love you….but what about-”

“Don’t worry about it, petal. I’m boyishly charming, remember?” The excitement of going home finally hit Ginger. She wraps her arms around Niall’s neck and kisses him, deep and long. Their tongues roll against one another and she feels butterflies floating around her stomach.

“You never cease to amaze me, Ni. I’ve got to call my mom,” Ginger pulls away and grabs her phone off the table. Her fingers begin to tap the number in, but she stops as she notices Niall walking away.

“Hey, butthead!” Ginger calls out. Niall’s head pops around the corner.

“If you’re renting a vehicle, make sure it’s a four-wheel drive.”

Niall nods as Ginger puts the phone up to her ear, a smile painted across her freckled face. He did that. He made her happy. He finally heads to the bathroom when he hears “Hey mama, guess what…”

Niall is a simple man. He likes what he likes and he dislikes what annoys him, and at this very moment what was truly annoying him was Ginger’s stuff scattered around the bathroom. He keeps his bathroom neat, everything in its place or he used to until Ginger temporarily moved in. Now instead of a neat and organized sink, there was red hair on the floor, toothpaste stains on Ginger’s toothbrush, and face washes that never worked on her. The toilet now had a decoration of tampons on the tank lid and the shower was overrun by shampoos and conditioners alike. And even though it gave him the slightest bit of anxiety, he was happy.

~~~~~~~

“You ready?” Niall asks as the jet takes off. His stomach always did a thing when the plane first took off and one would be used to it by now seeing how he’s flown across the world multiple times, but it hadn’t and he squeezes the arm rest until the stewardess peeks her head out and lets them know they’re safe for unbuckling.

“You know…” Ginger says, pulling Niall out of his flight panic. She’s on her knees in front of him. There’s a twinkle in her eyes and seduction in her voice. “I never really thanked you for doing this.” Her fingers walk up his leg and his heart stops as he swallows hard. He rest his head in between his thumb and forefinger as he looks down at the woman drives him crazy in lust.

Ginger’s fingers stop at the brim of his pants. She pops the button through the hole and giggles to herself as she slowly unzips the zipper of Niall’s pants. She looks up at him, slightly biting her lip, as her hand trails up his torso only to grab a fist full of brown locks to pull him down to meet her eager lips.

They were soft and plump and tasted like watermelon. Her tongue overpowered his and he let the moan he had been building up collapse into her mouth, and she moaned back. She wanted him to touch her, to flick her nipples with his tongue, to have his calloused fingers rub against her clit. But what she wanted more than ever was to take Niall deep into her mouth. Her free hand slipped under the elastic of Niall’s briefs and began to tug against the semi-harden dick.

Ginger let go of their kiss and let the grasp go from Niall’s hardened cock long enough to pull his pants down. Ginger smiled as she thought of Niall grasping the back of her head to push her down further inside her mouth and like the thought had floated through the air, Niall’s dick twitched.

Ginger’s tongue slid up the shaft, teasing the frenulum with the flicking of her tongue, only to hear the raspy “oh fuck” come from Niall. Her lips engulf his tip and the wet, warm sensation drove Niall crazy. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to cum down her throat. The extra saliva that fell from her mouth was used a makeshift lubricant for her hand. Ginger pushed her mouth down Niall’s stiffened dick, her tongue wagging against the skin. She bobbed her head up and down creating her own rhythm, nice and slow, along with her hand. Niall’s hand rested against the back of her head as she continuously licked his dick.

Her warm mouth hollowed out as she took in the wrinkled skin of his balls. Flicking her tongue between the two testicles, she began to slightly suck one of them and playfully flicked both of them with her wet tongue. She herself felt herself become wet at the raspy voice calling out her name. She wanted to ride him until they landed. She wanted him inside her until they couldn’t take it anymore.

Niall’s dick twitched again and Ginger found her jaw hurting slightly. Her hand continuously pumped the soft pink skin. Ginger, after the several weeks of being together, had not gotten used to his thickness. She stretched her mouth and began to suck harder against his cock. Her tongue worked feverishly along the shaft and as she dipped her head up and down, Niall began to swear in Galeic.

Ginger pushed her mouth down further and felt the tip of Niall’s cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged and tears came to her eyes as she pumped her mouth against him. His dick was wet from her mouth and he felt his body become heavy as his stomach wind up, like spring coiling tightly as Ginger looked up at him.

Her pussy ached to be touched when she saw Niall breathless. His eyes were screwed shut and his brow furrowed. He was on the verge of coming undone. He raked his fingers in Ginger’s hair and thrusted his hips in her face, pushing his dick further inside her mouth. “Jesus Christ...fuck….Ginger…” The small tears stained her face as Niall came in her mouth. The small spurts tasted salty and it made Ginger gag further. She wanted to swallow just to get the taste out her mouth. Letting Niall fall out of her mouth, Ginger smiled as she swallowed down his undoing.

“You’re welcome.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Niall, have you ever driven on a dirt road before?” Ginger sat in the passenger seat of the jeep as Niall drove down the interstate. “The irrigation systems will be going by the time we get there.”

“Yes,” Niall answers, not quite sure if he had or hasn’t. He couldn’t really remember any dirt roads in his life.

“Dirt driveways don’t count.” Ginger laughs and Niall begins to thumb the steerwheel. “At least let me drive when we get to town.”

~~~~~

Laurel Springs hadn’t changed in the eight years since Ginger left. It still had the mom and pop shops downtown along with the theatre that had been built in the early thirties to help the local economy while the war was going on. The cobblestone streets that surround the library still needed replacing, but the one thing that Ginger could point out that changed was the amount of churches had grown.

“We’re in the Bible belt, what do you expect?” Ginger said as Niall sighed after the fifth church she pointed out.

“I could spit and hit two…” Ginger rolled her eyes and followed the four lane state road that led out to her family’s farm. It was at a stoplight on the edge of town that Ginger was honked at. Niall, confused, turned around to see nothing in his rear view mirror. “What the-”

“Hey Ginger!” a southern drawl pulled Niall to the driver side. It was a small framed brunette woman frantically waving at the two of them. “When did you get to town?”

“Just now,” Ginger called out over the window. It was Alex, Ginger’s high school best friend. They had grown apart their senior year of high school, but Ginger still very much cared for Alex. “Going to visit my parents.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Is that your boyfriend?” Niall was leaning over and he found himself waving at the woman.

“He seems to think so.” Ginger and Alex laugh as the light turns green.

“Love to catch up while you’re in town. Love you, baby girl.” Alex speeds off and when Ginger rolls the window up, Niall is beyond confused. Ginger hits the gas and answers all of Niall’s unspoken questions.

“That was Alex. My best friend from school. Also my ex-girlfriend.” Ginger side eyes Niall as he nearly chokes on his own spit.

“Ex-girlfriend? I didn’t…”

“It was a one time thing. Most girls experiment in college, but I had already been there when I was in high school. She was after John Doe…” Niall shakes his head like he understands, but the further south they drive, the little he knows about Ginger.

“Why do people keep waving? Do you know everyone in this town?” Niall asks as the fifth person that passes them waves.

“No,” Ginger giggles, “it’s just something us southern people do.”

The dirt road that leads to the Blake Farm was just off the state road. It was a narrow red road that was walled by fields on either side. The overhanging metal irrigation system was currently watering both sides of the fields and the cold water had hit the vehicle.

The overgrown grass the ditches sprang to life as Ginger drove down the road. She was humming to the music that was playing and Niall knew this was Ginger’s happiness. The red barn at the end of the road had come into sight causing Ginger to brake.

“My parents… can be a little overbearing, but they come from a good place. Just let me do the talking.”

“You mean word vomiting?”

“Shut up.”

~~~~~~

The two story brick home was a lot smaller than Niall imagined, but the smell of fresh cut grass was exactly how Ginger described their farm. Penny’s bright colored flowers were planted in her small garden in the front, and the vegetable garden that Jack insisted on having was in the back. The small front porch was white with a large dog barking in the glass door.

“It’s Texas, our German shepherd.” Ginger smiled as Niall unloaded the car. He somehow felt like he was in hillbilly hell.

When the two had gotten their luggage from the Jeep, the glass door swung open and Texas bolted to the missing family member. Texas whined and cried as she found her best friend home again. Ginger let the dog lick her face and jump on her as she tried to hug and pet her companion. It was oblivious to Texas that there was a stranger standing next to Ginger.

“Texas, get in here. Stop harassing the neighborhood,” Jack called out, but Texas didn’t listen. It was when Ginger told her to sit that she finally submitted.

“Hold your hand out, and tell her that she’s a good girl,” Ginger coaxed Niall. He was half afraid that the dog would reject him and he would no longer be able to play guitar, but when the soft words came from his mouth and when he brushed the soft brown and black fur, Texas was his friend.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up,” Jack was wrapping his arms around his daughter when Niall straightened up. “Haven’t seen you since two Christmases ago. Your mother she’s…”

“Worried sick,” the pair said together. They began to chat to make up for old times, as if they hardly speak to each other. It was the small clearing of Niall’s throat that broke their conversation.

“This is Niall, dad. He’s…” Ginger lost her words and the awkward silence of judgement felt heavy on her shoulders.

“Aren’t you that boy who was in the English band? The one that Ginger was obsessed with? What were they called? One Direction?”

“Obsessed?” Niall quirked a brow up at Ginger before offering his hand to the aging man. “Niall Horan sir, and yes that’s me.”

“You don’t sound English. I’ll tell you what those news people always lie.”

“Dad, he’s Irish,but can we go inside? We’ve been traveling all day and I want to see mom before supper.” Jack laughed and took Ginger’s luggage. She stepped inside her childhood home and felt the happiest she had been since before leaving.

Niall felt a small slap on the back as Jack and Niall were walking up the stairs. “I hope you feel like you’re home. Ginger’s a good girl, she’s been through a lot, and-”

“Sir,” Niall cut off Jack, his shoulder aching from Ginger’s bag. “Your daughter is the best person I’ve ever met.”

“Did you rehearse that?” Jack points a finger at Niall with a toothy grin.

“Yes sir, I did,” And the two laugh before walking inside of the house. The anxiety he had built up on the way over washed away as he saw Penny and Ginger hugging in the living room.

~~~~~~~ “Your parents,” Niall started to say as he closed the door behind him. They had spent the last two hours talking about Niall’s career and getting to know the man that had swept their little girl off their feet. “Are amazing. They really care about you.” It was the first time that Niall had felt anxiety free. But when he closed the door, he had a chance to get to know the Ginger he never knew.

Trophies of rec softball and soccer lined the walls on shelves and pictures taped on the far right side of the room. A single poster of Niall’s former band mates was taped on the side of Ginger’s dresser. And he smiled at the thought of a seventeen year old Ginger listening to their debut album.

“So who was your favorite?” Niall asks as he looks at himself in the poster. He had grown up since that picture was taken in 2011.

“Don’t even…” Ginger sighed from embarrassment. “I was not obsessed.”

“You’re living every fanfiction dream right now. Lucky you…” Niall turned with a devilish look on his face. Black eyes lingering on GInger make a shiver drop through her spine.

“Lucky me,” Ginger breathes in. The aroma of Niall’s familiar scent takes over her. She wants him more than she did on the plane. Niall takes Ginger’s chin in between his fingers and whispers Ginger’s wish.

“Sit on my face.”

~~~~~

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hyuwujin · 5 years

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brew-tiful | hjs

pairing: reader x jisung

genre: barista!au; fluff

length: 6.9k+

summary: you weren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you avoided the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would go through when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the coutner flashing smiles whenever he saw you.

a/n: i’m back hello!!! wooh, i’m so happy my motivation to write has returned and let’s hope it stays!! i’m hella rusty so soz if this fic suck :/ enjoy bbs!!! also dedicated to @changbear bc she’s been w a i t i n g so long for this oof

You never walked into the campus cafe that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mostly because of how crowded it always was. You hated crowds. Crowds meant noise. Noise meant distractions.

But looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the cafe while you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts changed.

I need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you thought to yourself with a frown.

Looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Huffing to yourself, you turned around and left the dorms, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you noticed the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.

You passed by smiling students holding their picky coffee orders in one hand, laptop in the other with a flat expression. You pulled on the strings of your sweatshirt.

Maybe you could order a coffee without having much social interaction.

Hah, if only it was that easy.

You walked into the semi crowded coffee shop and your nose was instantly hit by the sweet smell of brewing coffee. The smell alone woke you up a bit, causing you to look up and around for the cash register. Mustering up both the courage and patience, you waited on the end of the line.

One of the baristas, you noticed, was being occupied by a small group of enthusiastic girls twirling their hair and laughing at almost everything he said, causing you to scoff to yourself. Maybe this is why the line isn’t moving, you noted.

Then you noticed another barista rush up to the cash register, nudging the social barista with a pointed expression, before asking the next person in line for their order.

The few single people in front of you knew their somewhat complex order like the back of their hand and you felt uneasy, not having a clue what to get. You could go for an iced coffee...or an espresso...but that macchiato that girl was holding on the way out looked pretty good.

You didn’t notice the barista formerly speaking to the group of girls stop to glance around the shop, until his eyes landed on you. He smiled to himself, looking at the deep-in-thought pout on your face.

“Hey, can I get you anything?” The boy behind the counter excused himself from the group of giggling girls and turned to you with a welcoming smile. The barista originally at the cash register left to take care of a customer’s order. You felt your cheeks heat at the sudden attention you were getting, both from the handsome boy and the group of now glaring girls.

“I uh…” you trailed off, gnawing on your lower lip, scanning over the chalkboard menu behind his head. You admire the neat handwriting on the wall as you scanned; it was definitely boyish but still legible. You don’t notice the barista observing your concentrated face––furrowed brows and twisted lips––with an amused smile.

“Let me guess,” the boy chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron. “You’ve never been here before?”

Averting your gaze to the girls beside you, you felt yourself shrink under their scrutiny. Quickly turning your head back at him, you shook your head. “No, does it look obvious?”

“I think I can recognize everyone who’s ever walked in,” the barista boasted, crossing his arms. “...and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

“I don’t really go to cafes much,” you shrugged, not taking into account the fact that you were making small talk with some stranger when a few minutes ago all you wanted was a coffee.

“Oh, how come?”

Part of you wondered why the boy seemed so interested but by the way you previously observed his encounter with the now impatient girls waiting for his attention beside you, you figured he was like that with all of the customers. Must be good for tips, you presumed.

“Cafes are usually…loud. I don’t really concentrate well in them so that’s why I usually get a pre-made bottled coffee from the vending machine in my dorm.”

“And today’s different because…” the boy trailed off, waiting for you to continue, the side of his lip quirking up into a half smile.

“They were all out of my coffee,” you pouted, looking down. The barista watched your cute expression with a soft smile but immediately dropped it when you looked back up. He was not used to the way his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Ah, kinda hurts my ego that we were a last resort but I’ll take it since you’re here,” the barista smiled cutely and then you understood why the girls he was previously conversing with were giggling and beaming like idiots. This guy sure was charming.

Noticing the line forming behind you, you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m stalling. Can I just get something strong to go please? I need all the caffeine I can get.”

Shooting you finger guns and a wink, he said, “You got it. Just wait over here.”

“How pathetic,” you heard one of the girls murmur to her friends, staring directly at you. “This girl’s just dying to get out of here.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t want to stall our Jisung-ie any longer~” Another friend beside her whispered with a knowing smile.

Huffing to yourself with an eye roll, you walked around the group of girls and waited at the end of the counter near the wall.

“Alright, you didn’t exactly give me cream or sugar preference so I kind of guessed? Try it first so I’ll know if I need to fix it.” The barista came back with a steaming hot cup of coffee and held it out for you to take. It’s been a while since you hadn’t had coffee that wasn’t refrigerated and synthetic. Raising a curious brow at the boy’s eagerness for you to try the drink, you were intrigued.

Taking a small sip from the cup, you raised your eyebrows in utter praise for the drink in your hand. “This...is incredible. How much?”

The boy shook his head while waving his hands dismissively. “No charge. Every customer’s first drink at this cafe is free,” he grinned.

“Are...are you sure?” You trailed off, noticing the dropped jaws of the girls beside you just before their glares were replaced.

“Promise! I hope to see you again soon...wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, feeling heat rise up your neck.

“Well then, I hope to see you again, Y/N. That coffee from your vending machine is probably god awful and full of garbage so I really suggest returning here,” the handsome barista winked after his statement and woah, you didn’t think you’ve ever felt more flustered than you have in the past ten minutes. You notice the group of girls beside you whisper amongst themselves.

“I...I’ll see about that. Thank you…” you trailed off, cocking your head to the side, looking for any name-tag on the boy behind the counter.

“Jisung. My name’s Jisung.” You’d later learn that the reason he didn’t wear a name tag was because he felt the urge to introduce himself to customers as a way of getting to know them better.

“Thanks Jisung,” you mumbled before turning to leave and sprinted back to your dorms, trying your best to avoid getting rained on too harshly. The girls took your place in front of the counter, beginning their conversation with Jisung again but he was too absorbed in the sight of you to pay any attention to them.

“He what!? He gave you a coffee on the house?” Your fellow classmate and best friend, Felix, raised the empty cup from the cafe to examine. You raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized at it.

“Yeah,” you shrug nonchalantly, “He said it was policy that the first drink is free.”

“P-Pol–” Throwing his head back, Felix let out a loud laugh and you sent a confused expression his way.

“What’s so funny?”

“That policy doesn’t exist,” he said in amusement, putting the cup back on the table. Currently the two of you were at the study hall of your dorm building, studying for your economics test in a few days. Although you would have much rather finished your essay, which was your sole purpose of the getting the coffee in the first place, your friend decided to use your generosity against you to beg you to help him study instead.

“What are you talking about? Yes it does.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come I had to pay for my first coffee?”

“I dunno, maybe it’s a new policy,” you reasoned with a shrug.

“No, Y/N, you know what it is? Flirting.”

“Pfft, don’t be so ridiculous! I had maybe a five minute conversation with the guy, got my coffee and left. No flirtation was present during my trip to the coffee shop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response, pinching his chin. “Yeah, no. I don’t believe it. You were just flirted with the oldest trick in the book. ‘How much for my coffee?’ ‘For you? Don’t worry about it darling, it’s on the house. My treat.’” He started mimicking your voice unnaturally high in pitch and then mimics Jisung’s response. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his imitations.

“Hey,” you frown, smacking his arm. “He did not say that.”

“Yeah but he said something like that...Are you gonna go back?”

“Well,” you gnaw at your lower lip, wondering what to do with this new information. “I guess I have to?”

“You have to? Damn Y/N––”

“To pay him back obviously,” you cut him off, thinking aloud. “Right? Since the policy doesn’t exist, technically I’m stealing and there’s no way my conscience could deal with that without making it eat me up inside so the only reasonable thing to do is to go back and pay them back.”

“I…” Felix trailed off, scratching his head, “I guess so.”

It was the right thing to do wasn’t it? The gesture was kind and all but you couldn’t not pay them back. You knew other people would call you insane for returning back to the cafe you knew you wouldn’t just to spend a few dollars you could be spending on lunch.

You marched through the cafe doors and surprisingly, it was less crowded than you’d originally thought it be. The sun was nearly set, indicating that most classes were well over for the day and you’d think that students would head over to the coffee shop as a way of winding down or to do some homework. Seats were filled around the cafe but it wasn’t nearly as loud and crowded as it was the day prior.

“Woah there, you look like you’re on a mission,” a curly haired barista wiping down a table toward the entrance raised his eyebrows and smiled in amusement.

“Do you know if Jisung is here?” You cut to the chase, panting slightly from your swift walk to the shop.

Furrowing his brows, he looked up in thought, “Hm, he’s on break right now but he’ll be back in,” he paused to look over your shoulder at the hanging clock at the back of the shop behind the counter, “four minutes.”

“I guess I’ll wait then,” you murmured, taking an open seat at a booth against the wall of the cafe.

“Can I get you anything in the meantime? Some dessert or a drink?”

“No, no,” you shook your head with a smile. “Thanks.”

“No problemo,” he grinned, showing off his dimples. Was it a requirement to be cute to work at this cafe? You thought to yourself. “If you need anything, I’m Chan, so just holler.” It was no wonder that this café was so popular; all the workers seemed to radiate such charisma that you just couldn’t not return to say hello again.

You waited a few minutes, tapping your fingers without any sort of rhythm against the wooden table and watched the clock’s second hand gradually make its way around the circumference of the face. Chan noticed your rigid stare at the clock and fidgeting state with a mixture between an amused smile and a confused one.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he began when he walked back over to the side of the cafe you were sitting at, brushing his hands against the sides of his faded blue jeans, “that you seem kinda nervous? Are you going to confess to him or something?”

Popping your eyes open, you opened your mouth to quickly deny his allegations before you felt yourself choke on your own breath and ended up in coughing fits. Chan widened his eyes in panic at your response and quickly walked away to retrieve some water from behind the counter. Chan walked back to your table and placed a tall glass of water on the table. “Have some water.”

Taking a gulp from the glass, you felt relief in your throat. Placing the glass down, you sighed, “Whew, thanks.”

“No problem.

Before you could even refute Chan’s accusation, you heard the jingle of the cafe door followed by “Good afternoon, beautiful people, I have returned.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at Jisung and his big goofy grin. This guy just exuded charisma. He didn’t notice you when he first walked in, probably because Chan was in his line of sight but as soon as he walked behind the counter and grabbed his apron from the hook on the wall behind him he spotted you.

“Y/N, you’re back!” He smiled gleefully, while tying the back of his apron. “Want another coffee?”

Shaking your head, you get up from the table, giving Chan a grateful smile in the process, and walked up to the counter. “I’m here to pay you back,” you took out your wallet and start to fiddle with some bills.

“Woah, what are you talking about?”

You didn’t look up from your wallet when you replied, “the policy? I know it’s not real. You didn’t have to just give me a coffee on the house. It was a sweet gesture, don’t get me wrong, really smart marketing you got there but––”

“Y/N,” Jisung stopped you and you look up to see his amused smile.

“What?” You blinked at him, tilting your head to the side in wonder. Were you missing something?

“I gave you the coffee because....” he trailed off before scoffing, “nevermind.” You were lucky you were cute.

“So... can I pay you back now?”

“To be fair,” Jisung crossed his arms defiantly, “since your coffee was on the house that means I paid for you so you don’t owe this shop anything.”

“Oh, so I should pay you. How much was it?” You look back down at your wallet.

Sighing to himself, he opened his mouth as if to answer before he closed it. Drumming his fingers against the counter, he hums in thought.

“Okay, how about a way to pay me back is to return here ever so often?”

“What?” You squinted your eyes suspiciously, wondering what he was asking. Is this...another marketing tactic?

“Even though you said you’d think about coming here again, I saw right through you: you weren’t going to come back. And the only reason you are back is to pay me back. So to pay me back, you have to come back to this cafe...once a day for a week.”

“A week?” you furrow your brows. “Dude, are you robbing me!? That’s like four dollars a day!”

“You don’t have to buy coffee if you come. Even if you just come in to say hi, I’ll call it payment.”

You paused for a moment, thinking about his offer. “Why?”

“Huh?” Jisung seemed taken back by the way he straightened his posture, widened his eyes and his former side smile became somewhat pout-like.

“What’s the deal with getting me to come around to this coffee shop? Do you do this with all your new customers?”

“No,” he leans back to grin before taking notice at someone at a table awaiting their order to be taken and Jisung nods at them and puts up a finger, gesturing ‘I’ll be right there.’ Turning back to you, he wiggles an eyebrow. “I guess you’re just special. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

He walked around the counter and walked over to the student with a charismatic smile and asked there order. You stood there for a few seconds, watching him interact with the customer, trying to figure him out. A clearing of a throat, broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Chan asks from behind the register. You’d been so focused on the other boy, you didn’t even notice Chan walk around the counter.

“Uh,” you hum, looking down at the desserts behind the glass.You thought you weren’t hungry but the somewhat loud grumble of you stomach told you otherwise. “A blueberry muffin please.”

“Sure thing,” Chan nods, opening the case before asking, “warmed up?”

“Yes, please.”

He wrapped your muffin into a small bag and folded it before placing it on the counting. Typing away on the register he said, “That’ll be $1.75.” FInally you were getting charged for something.

“Here,” you gave him five dollars. “Give the rest to Jisung please? Just add it to his tip jar or something.”

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”

“Well, since he refuses to let me pay him back for my coffee, I guess this’ll be my only way to,” you grin, taking the bag and waving at Chan. “Thank you!”

Chan watched you leave with an amused smile on your face and it wasn’t until the bell jingled behind you, signaling you were gone that he turned to Jisung.

“Did you literally pull a ‘it’s on the house’ flirt and it backfired?”

The few customers in the cafe look up from their coffee or studying at Chan’s shout, causing Jisung’s ears to go bright red. “Hyung!” He whisper shouted. Turning to the student with a nervous smile, he reassured, “I’ll be right back.” Walking over to the older boy until he was standing on the opposite side of the counter than him, he whined “Why’d you have to announce that in front of the whole cafe?”

“Please,” Chan rolled his eyes with a scoff, “You’re so red and smiley, everyone didn’t need to know because I announced it. You’re so obvious, dude.”

“Not to Y/N apparently,” Jisung grumbled to himself, looking down at the notepad in his hand with his customer’s order before pushing it over the counter for Chan to make. “I tried to do a smooth thing and she doesn’t even notice,” he murmured to himself, rubbing his forehead.

“Yeah that was kind of odd. It’s like she didn’t even acknowledge it at all,” Chan nodded with furrowed brows, turning to make the drink. “Think she’s just clueless or...perhaps, playing hard to get?”

“Hard to get?” Jisung’s eyes widened. The thought never came to Jisung. “You think?”

“Hm, maybe?” Chan shrugged to himself, back turned to Jisung.

Turning around to lean against the counter, Jisung cupped his forehead in frustration. He’s never been in that sort of situation. Granted, he’s also never been so bold with a girl either. It was one thing to charm and flatter girls till they were weak at the knees for him, but to do it upon acting on his own feelings? All of this was new.

And now you were playing hard to get?

Man, did he pick a tough one.

But he was willing to fight to win you over, even if it took months.

“I’m screwed.”

“Oh yeah and I’m pretty sure she’d rather you not know but she left a large enough tip for you in your tip jar to pay for her coffee yesterday.”

“Are you kidding me!?”

The next morning wasn’t a particularly productive one for you. You didn’t have classes till later in the afternoon but you still had studying to do and staying up late to finish your essay certainly didn’t help your mood.

Maybe some breakfast would do you some good. Some actual breakfast. You had a piece of toast when you woke up but the grumble of your stomach told you you weren’t satisfied. You walked out of your dorm building and involuntarily, your feet began moving in the direction of the sweet smell of baked goods.

Of course your luck was that you’d end up at the cafe at the same Jisung was working. Later you’d learn that your timing was so impeccable, you’d end up at the cafe when Jisung was working.

“My favorite girl!” Was the greeting you received when you entered, followed by the looks from random students you’ve never seen before. This boy…

You noticed two boys beside him behind the counter that you’ve never seen before, slapping his shoulder and laughing to each other, before Jisung pushed them off and offered you a grin.

“Do find joy in embarrassing me in front of strangers?” You asked when you reached the front of the counter.

“Maybe a little bit,” he smiles, resting his chin against his palm as he leaned against the counter. “What can I get you, brew-tiful?”

The boys standing behind Jisung stifled laughs while you stared at Jisung’s wide grin with an unamused frown. “Really, now? You’re gonna give me dumb coffee puns?”

“Not dumb,” he denied, the smile on his face never faltering, “genius. Now, what would you like?”

“Something filling, I’m starving,” you pat your belly with a frown. “Any suggestions?”

“How about I surprise you?” He asked, quirking one of his eyebrows up.

“Well the last time you did, I was pleasantly satisfied so why not?”

“Great! I’ll be right back.” Jisung walked further down the counter to grab you a treat.

“So you and Jisung, huh?” One of the boys you noticed before smirked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“Me and Jisung what?” You asked blankly. “I just met the guy a few days ago.”

“Oh really? You guys seem pretty close for how long you’ve known each other,” the other boy piped. You looked at the boy’s name-tags with furrowed brows. Hyunjin and Jeongin.

The first boy, Hyunjin, nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t say close but I guess we’re friendly with each other. No clue why, though,” you shrugged.

“You’re the one who got the free drink, right?” Jeongin asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement with his grin.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, wondering how they even found that out you responded, “yup, that’d be me. Why?”

“You must feel spe––”

“Hey, what lies are you feeding her?” Jisung cut off the barista with a scowl, holding the small paper bag in your hand.

“None, we swear!” Hyunjin piped, raising his hands in surrender. “Were we?” He asked, turning to you with a look of pure innocence. Yup, your initial thoughts about this place were right: you had to be incredibly cute to work there.

“Not really,” you shrugged before noticing the bag in Jisung’s hands. “Is that mine?” You ask shyly, pointing your finger at it.

“It is,” Jisung smiled, handing you the bag.

You found it funny how he’d look at his own friends with such pure disgust and then turn to you with the brightest smile.

“Uh-uh,” you stopped him from walking away, wagging your finger at him in scolding manner.

He turned back to you with a sly smile, “Aw, don’t want to leave so soon Y/N?”

“No-o,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “I’d like to pay for it.”

Sighing, he turned to the register and tapped the screen a few times before opening his palm out, “$1.25 please.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, fishing out two dollars from your wallet. “And please...keep the change.”

You flashed him a final smile and a wave before you turn to go. You didn’t notice him go on his tippy-toes, to look over the people sat in the café and waiting on line, carefully looking at your reaction to what he picked out for you. Noticing the pleased smile on your face, Jisung gave himself a pat on the back and nodded to himself confidently.

“Woah, she’s blind. It’s pretty obvious you’re into her,” Hyunjin chuckled to himself, while wiping the counter with a damp washcloth.

“And dumb. You were just going to give her that cookie for free again! Man, I wish I had free food,” Jeongin whined, shoving his hands into his empty pockets, searching for any loose change.

“Yeah well, jokes on her,” Jisungs said, a smile growing on his face, “I gave it to her with a discount.”

“She gave you an extra seventy five cents anyway,” Hyunjin paused wiping to deadpan with a knowing look.

“Oh, shut up.”

“So what’s it like dating a barista? Does he, like, make coffees for you during his free time?” Felix asked in the middle of one of your study sessions the following day.

“Huh? Who am I dating?”

“Uh, that Jisung dude. Isn’t he the guy who gave you the drink for free?”

“Yeah but we’re not dating??”

“Oh really? Everyone I talk to has been saying that so I just assumed you were being an awful friend and not telling me about your love life simply because I’m a guy.”

“Please, when I get a boyfriend, you’ll be the first one to know,” you waved a hand dismissively. “But people seriously think we’re dating? That’s totally ridiculous!”

“Yeah being offered things for free and being smiled at and called his ‘favorite girl’ means absolutely nothing.”

“I….I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you cross your arms stubbornly with a huff.

“Ask anyone,” Felix said with a nonchalant shrug, “They all think you’re dating.”

“I...I just met the guy!”

“Ooh, I didn’t hear anything about you not liking him at all. Usually your first denial against dating anyone would be explaining your feelings but…”

“Don’t say that! I don’t like him, now if you’ll excuse me,” You stood up from the table. “I need to go sort something out.” You were getting a sense of deja vu from needing to confront Jisung earlier days prior.

“Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi!’” your best friend cups his hand over his mouth to shout after you begin walking away. You shoot him a final scowl of disapproval before continuing on.

That day was a busy one for the coffee shop. You craned your neck around to calculate just how many people were in front of you on line and groaned in impatience when you counted more than fingers on one of your hands.

This is why I don’t go to coffee shops. They’re too loud and busy.

You passed the time gazing around the coffee shop. The first few times you were in there, you didn’t really look at the scenery, too busy focusing on your coffee and paying Jisung back.

You liked how warm the whole place felt. The whole shop was painted a dull forest green and there were brown wooden floorboards, perfectly accenting them. You took notice of the greenery around the cafe, small and tall potted plants scattered about and a fake vine wrapped around the menu board giving it an extra touch. The lights were dim, mostly because of the large array of windows in the front of the shop where the sun shone brightly through.

The tables were all wooden, that you observed the first time you sat down, but you didn’t notice how happy all the customers seemed to be. There were pairs and groups of friends sitting about, talking about their day or what’d they like to do over the weekend, or students in single seats, reading a book or making a conversation with a barista. You didn’t see a frown anywhere. It seemed that this cafe radiated such good vibes that no one could be angry in such a chill place.

“Uh, Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” A voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked at the fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Oh...hey!” You shook your head out of your daze, trying to remember why you’d come to the cafe in the first place.

Chucking to himself, Jisung asked, “Can I get your order?”

“Just a water,” you gnawed on your lower lip in regret. Why show up to his workplace if you simply had to ask him a question? You could’ve easily found him when he was done…

But then again, you never saw him outside the coffee shop so you wouldn’t know where to look in the first place.

“You came all the way here for a water?” Jisung asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, of course she didn’t,” a voice sang, the owner of it showing up behind Jisung. “She’s obviously here to say hello to her boyfriend. Don’t you have manners, dude?”

“B-boyfriend?”

“Uh no.”

The two of you spoke in unison, turning to the speaker.

“You have a boyfriend?” Jisung asked, turning to you with an almost betrayed expression on his face.

“I don’t???”

“Wait what’s going on,” the boy, now confused, scratched his head. “Are the two of you not dating? That is Y/N, right? I’m pretty sure someone told me you were dating.”

“Please excuse Minho,” Jisung leaned forward with a whisper, “He gobbles up any gossip he hears.”

“Hey, I heard that! Now move over, the people need their coffee!” Minho announced nudging Jisung to the side to take the next customer in line’s order.

Jisung nodded his head, gesturing for you to walk further down the counter, to not hold up the line. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.

“This is why I came,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush. “I don’t know who said what but my friend is telling me that people are telling him, gossiping I guess, that we’re dating,” you motion between the two of you with your hand.

“Wha––really?” You furrowed your eyebrows at how Jisung’s ears perked up and smiled at what you’d told him.

“Yeah, they’re all saying something about favoritism and giving me free stuff and discounts. But I haven’t gotten any since the first time though so I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Right,” Jisung chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say anything if that’s what you think. You think I’d do that to my favorite girl?”

“Well you sure like to embarrass me so I wouldn’t be too surprised. You seem like the kind to tease me that way.”

“Huh, that’s probably true but I promise it wasn’t me.”

“I believe you.” You truly did. Even though you probably wouldn’t have a few days prior, but Jisung really new to to charm his way into befriending people. “So, if you didn’t tell anyone, who did?”

Jisung shrugged. “Probably people around saw us and just assumed.”

Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of people observing you and assuming you two were dating by your actions, you scoffed. “Pfft, what? How on earth could they think that?”

“It may sound like a total shock to you, Y/N, but I don’t talk to many girls as often or as willingly as I talk to you so…”

His statement did shock you. Several days prior, you saw the guy swarmed with girls around the counter giggling and cooing at him, and he seemed to bask in it. At least, you thought he did.

No doubt about it, you thought the guy was attractive since you first saw him so it didn’t come as a surprise that he had girls crowding him, hoping to earn a chance with him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jisung deadpanned. “I talk to other girls here in the coffee shop, sure, but it’s my job. I can’t just ignore them. You, though, I engage conversations with you first.”

You didn’t like the warm feeling you felt in your chest.

“Oh,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

“I understand if you want me to back off and stop bugging you so people stop assuming we’re—“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply, snapping your head up to look at him. He was taken back by your answer, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “You’re, uh, pretty cool so I don’t mind.”

“You don’t? Didn’t it bother you like two minutes ago???”

“It did,” you admit quickly, looking away for a split second, “But I changed my mind.”

“Oh, so you’ll still come around?”

Smiling at him, you raise an eyebrow, “Where else am I supposed to get my coffee?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll see ya around. I have a test to study for. Bye Jisung,” you gave a final wave before making your way to the entrance of the café.

Even after you left, Jisung was frozen, mouth agape and eyes widened.

“Uh, dude?”

“She’s willing going to come around,” the lovestruck boy sighed longingly, feeling his heart flutter in chest.

“Oh man, he’s whipped,” Minho chuckled to himself, patting Jisung on the back a few times before returning to making coffees.

And man, he was. At first, he might’ve seen you as a mystery, looking so out of place in that cafe the first time he saw you, but then the more of you he saw, his initial curiosity became anticipation in seeing you again. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you drew him closer to you. Maybe it was your first impression of him which wasn’t like the other girls he came to meet in the cafe. Or maybe it was the fact that you treated him like some normal guy and not eye candy. Maybe he liked the fact that you were a challenge to go for.

“I think I like this better,” Jisung mused, leaning over the counter, while you sipped your steaming hot chocolate.

“Hm?” you hummed, looking up at him curiously. You were currently sitting on a stool pushed up the the coffee counter, watching Jisung clean up from the busy work day. It was a Wednesday evening and there were plenty of crammers in the cafe that day.

“You being here voluntarily. When I made you come, I felt a little guilty so this is much better,” he smiled, turning away from you to clear the counter of any stray mugs a customer left around.

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, looking around at the empty coffee shop. “I definitely like being here when it’s almost closed.” It was only the two of you in the coffee shop. Chan was there about an hour earlier but left when Jisung offered to close up for him.

“Y/N, we closed up a half hour ago,” Jisung said, putting the mugs in the small quaint sink in the back corner. You paused sipping from your mug to look behind you at the door. The sign was flipped open to face the interior of the cafe.

Looking up at the clock, your eyes widened. “Crap, I didn’t even notice! Why didn’t you kick me out?” No wonder nobody had walked in.

“Because it’s just you.” He shrugged before turning to you, patting his hands against his apron. “Besides, it’s not like I’m itching to go back to my dorm.”

“You’re not getting paid extra though,” you frowned, feeling bad for wasting his time. Here you were, blabbing about how sucky you lab day was because your impotent partner couldn’t even hold a scalpel correctly when your dear friend could’ve been in his dorm sleeping peacefully.

“Your company is enough,” he sighed with a side smile, resting his hands against the counter and holding himself up.

“Alright, charmer,” you rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your hot chocolate. You’d grown to get used to Jisung’s smooth comments but that didn’t mean you weren’t affected by them. “You still look tired.” His eyelids were drooping and he seemed less perky during the later hours of the day.

“I’m fine~” he cooed, waving you off, motioning you to finish your hot chocolate.

“No, no, you need to go to sleep. Take it, I’m finished,” you handed him your half full mug.

“Y/N,” he whined, hesitantly taking the mug out of your hands when you shook it around slightly.

“You have to close up,” you ignored his whines and stand up from the counter stool. “Come on.”

“I’m not a baby, don’t baby me,” he frowned, putting your mug in the sink and turning on the faucet to rinse it off.

Raising an amused eyebrow at him, you gestured to his face, “you’re pouting like a baby.” You tugged his sleeve and handed him the keys sitting on top of the counter. “And you have an early class tomorrow, no?”

Honestly, you thought your friendship was going to maybe last a few weeks before you inevitably lost touch or got too busy to see each other. But, weeks later, your friendship prevailed. Neither of you shared any classes in common together, yet you managed to see each other everyday.

You weren’t at the coffee shop everyday, however. Sometimes, he’d meet you in your dorm’s lounge to hang out, with an occasional interrogation from a very suspicious Felix.

People didn’t bother to stop talking about the two of you either, or even bother to hide. Sure, people knew you guys weren’t official or dating, but that didn’t stop them from shipping it from afar. You always ignored it. You thought you ignored it for the reason that you didn’t even care but maybe you did. Perhaps you ignored it because you didn’t mind being shipped with him.

“Yeah,” he murmured, accepting the keys and shuffled behind you. You both exited the café and you waited for the barista to lock up before heading off in the direction of your dorms.

“Why’re you still following me? Isn’t your building over there?” You asked, pointing in the direction of a few buildings in the distance.

“Can’t I walk you all the way to your dorm to make sure you get in safe? It’s 8 p.m., who knows what psychos are around,” Jisung shrugged tiredly. Even through his obvious exhausted state, he still wanted to be a gentleman and you smiled in response.

“Thanks,” you murmured, looking down at your feet, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to keep your pulse under control with Jisung’s blunt statements with some sort of underlying meaning.

“You know, I may be half asleep and it’s dark out and all,” Jisung began when you approached the doors of your dorm building, “but don’t think I didn’t notice you get all quiet just now.”

“Hm?” You hum, snapping your head up from fumbling around your wallet for your student card. “Wha-What are you talking about? I’m not being quiet...Why...why would you think that?” By the end of your pathetic rambles, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at your obvious flustered state.

“Just admit my endearing comments are affecting you~” He sang, holding open the door you unlocked with your key. Walking in and turning around to face him, you scowled.

“They most certainly are not!” Total lie.

“Mhm, sure thing, sugar,” he smiled to himself knowingly.

“Oh yeah? If your endearing comments affect me so much, what’re you gonna do about it?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Well, I would most likely ask you out but being that you fail to acknowledge any of my advances on you, I’m sure it would just go over your head and you’d think it’d be a friendly hang out.”

“Pfft, as if!” You rebuke stubbornly, furrowing your brows.

“Bowling last week? That was supposed to be a date...And then you invited Felix,” Jisung trailed off with a knowing head tilt.

Oh.

“W-wait, you’ve been asking me out this whole time?”

Noticing your look of pure shock, Jisung threw his head back to laugh and smacked his forehead. “To think I thought you were just playing hard to get and it’s just that you are indeed blind.”

“Hey!” You whined uncrossing your arms to throw them up, “I was out here thinking you were just so flirty by nature! You know, part of your whole charm package. I didn’t actually think you wanted to date me.”

“Well, I do, so now here I am being as clear as possible: Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

“Well, duh. I wouldn’t have stuck around such an annoying dude for so long if I didn’t have feelings for him,” you smile coyly, finally accepting the blush heating your cheeks.

“Hey, I am not annoying. I’m charming and kind of clingy sometimes. But NOT annoying!” He grinned, beginning to walk backwards away from your building. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement before calling out, “You know I actually kind of hated you when we first met? You were too happy and it messed with my ‘don’t care’ aura.”

“Yeah, you made that a bit obvious. It was more the reason to be your friend and bug you though,” he called back before giving you a final wave.

You thought consuming too much caffeine was the only cause of jitters but the race of your heartbeat told you maybe it wasn’t just coffee; perhaps it was some annoying barista who snuck his way under your arm and into your life.

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Panic! at the Analogical

Summary: This is in response to the following ask: “ idk about you, but too often i see virgil be the meek one, the shy one, the one reluctant to be in any relationship out of fear. but like, here's a concept... Virgil's anxiety making him do something out of impulse out of fear of not getting another chance to do it. Like... kissing Logan right on the lips during a Moment(tm) for example.”

I hope this is what you’re looking for!!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this writing reach a wider audience.

TW: mild panic, mild negative thinking, mentions of car crashes and deaths from car crashes, a character lists off several ways to die, kissing, allusions to making out and sex. Let me know if I missed any!!!

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“Salutations, Roman, Patton. Good morning Virgil.”

Virgil jumped and almost choked on his coffee. He turned his head towards where Logan had sat down with his own coffee at the table. The Sides were getting together for breakfast, and Logan had his tablet, ready for their morning rundown of the day’s schedule.

“Mornin’ Logan,” he mumbled, not making eye contact, his cheeks burning.

Virgil made the coffee, Patton had made a quiche with pancakes and bacon as side dishes, and Roman “helping” by shamelessly flirting with Patton. The two had gotten together three months ago and had been sickeningly sweet with each other ever since. Virgil teased them for it and pretended to be nauseated by the displays, but in reality he was happy for them. They were great for each other.

Logan finished before the other Sides, surprising no one. Somehow, he always beat out the other Sides, even Roman during steak night! Roman had pouted until Patton had placed little kisses all over his face.

The logical Side washed his hands and placed his dishes in the sink, pulled out his tablet, and adjusted his glasses.

How does Logan make adjusting his glasses so fucking sexy? I’m too gay to exist, oh my god I need help.

Logan cleared his throat, and Virgil was about to discorporate, he was sure of it.

“Alright, Thomas has a rather busy day up until 5:30 PM, when he will make dinner and relax for the evening. Immediately after breakfast, he will need to drive to the office for a remote business meeting with Marvel to discuss screenwriting." Virgil nodded towards Logan to acknowledge him, knowing Thomas would have to be alert to drive.

Oh god, 40,000 people die in car accidents every year in America, what if Thomas dies in a car accident on his way to the office? What if he doesn’t get the deal with Marvel? What if he never gets to see his friends and family again?! What if he dies before I can ask Logan out?! What if- wait, what?

Virgil shook himself and focused on his breathing exercises. It’s okay, it’s okay. Thomas is a good driver. It’ll be okay, I’m okay-

“Virgil? Are you alright?”

Virgil met Logan’s concerned gaze. His deep, espresso eyes were focused on him, but they weren’t as hard and intense as usual. They were gentle, warm, rich, captivating…

I’m not okay.

“Yeah L, sorry. Just started thinking about car accidents and stuff. Sorry, I’m good.”

“If you’re sure,” Logan said slowly, gaze never wavering, soft but penetrating.

Virgil smiled shakily at him. “I am. I’ll be fine.”

Logan gave him a quick nod, dropping the conversation. “Alright. As I was saying, after the meeting…”

Logan proceeded to go through the entire day, each of the Sides jumping in and either asking questions or giving more information. Dark, anxious thoughts continued to plague Virgil, his heart rate increasing and his hands shaking slightly.

In a second, we could just be… gone. Like that. With our opportunities gone, we wouldn’t be able to do anything else, experience anything new...

“And finally, like I said, Thomas should have time for a relaxing evening, so we should be able to relax as well.”

“What are you doing?!” Virgil blurted out in a panic.

The only indication Logan gave of being surprised was a twitch of his eyebrows. “I’m going over Thomas’ schedule for today.”

Virgil bit his lip and looked down, his face on fire. Maybe this is how spontaneous human combustion works. But we’re Sides, would it even work like that? Wait, shit, talking to Logan, focus.

“I mean, this evening. What are you doing this evening?”

“Ah. I was intending on re-reading a few astronomy textbooks, but I would be amenable to spending the evening in your presence if you so desire.”

Oh. Oh shit. He said he wanted to hang out with me. What do I do? Fuckfuckfuckfuck what do I do what do I do what do I do…

“Dope!” Virgil finger-gunned at Logan and immediately wanted to melt into a puddle and cease to exist.

Logan huffed out a laugh and sent Virgil a rare half-smile. While Virgil waited for the static to fade from his ears, Logan wrapped up the rest of the daily review and the others finished breakfast, Virgil having heard nothing after he ruined any chance he had with Logan.

“Oh, and Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at Logan, eyes wide.

Logan smiled softly. “I’m looking forward to tonight,” he said before he walked out of the kitchen.

Virgil felt like he was floating. Was that flirting? Was Logan flirting with me? Was I flirting with Logan? Oh SHIT, is this a date?!

Virgil sank out to his room and flopped on his bed, panicking but doing his best to keep that from his Host. He spent the rest of the day masterfully avoiding thinking about his maybe-date with Logan, only for that to blow up in his face during dinner, because Logan was at dinner, and the date was after dinner, and oh god is this even a date?! Should I be wearing something different?! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-

“Salutations Patton, Roman. Good evening Virgil.”

Virgil’s voice cracked as he replied, “Hey!”

I’m gonna die alone.

Dinner passed relatively smoothly, Roman and Patton exchanging glances, with Patton blushing and giggling, and Roman grinning and looking Patton up and down.

Logan, as always, finished before everyone else, and Virgil still had no idea what to do, even though he had suggested they hang out!

“Virgil, would you like to hang out in one of our rooms or out in the living room this evening?”

Virgil thought about the options. My room has terrible lighting, and what if Logan still wants to read tonight? The living room might have Patton and Roman making out in it, so no.

“Your room?”

“Very well. I’ll see you after dinner.”

Virgil smiled and nodded as Logan left, screaming on the inside.

“Oooooooo do you have a date?!” Patton asked excitedly.

Virgil blushed and hunched his shoulders. “No, We’re just hanging out. It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” Roman teased.

Virgil just silently pushed his chicken picatta around on his plate.

Roman sighed. “Regardless of whether or not it’s a date, would you want it to be a date?”

Virgil looked at Roman out of the corner of his eye. He looked sincere enough…

“Dunno.”

Patton tilted his head. “You don’t want to be dating Logan? I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other. Is that wrong?”

Virgil felt like he got electrocuted. “Wait, what?! Logan wants to…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

Patton giggled. “It’s so obvious!! He smiles so cutely at you, he acts so cute around you, he’s just so cute around you!!!”

Virgil cracked a smile at Patton’s enthusiasm. Roman squared his shoulders.

“So do you want this to be a date or not?”

Virgil ducked his head. “Dunno.” I can’t tell him I can’t tell him I can’t tell him I can’t tell him…

Roman sighed dramatically. “Such a burden is being the romantic Side.”

Patton smiled innocently up at him. “Maybe I could ease your burden tonight, my king?”

Virgil shoveled the rest of his chicken and roasted vegetables into his mouth and nearly ran out of the kitchen.

Roman raised his eyebrows at Patton. “Nice. Thought he’d never go see Logan.”

Patton stretched, Roman watching the movement. “I said that for two reasons.” Patton leveled Roman with an intentional look. They both stood and sank out to Roman’s room.

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Virgil stared at the pristine dark blue door in front of him, the same one he’d been staring at for 10 minutes.

Come on you coward, fucking knock on the door already.

Virgil had gone to his room to brush his teeth, just in case because what if Logan thought he always had bad breath and was disgusted by him and never wanted to see him again-

Virgil nearly hit the ceiling when the door opened.

“Hello Virgil,” Logan said, eyes warm.

“How’d you know I was out here?” Nice, smooth, great response.

Logan was unfazed. “I saw your shadow outside my door. I thought you might be nervous. Would you like to come in?”

Virgil nodded. Logan stepped to the side, and Virgil walked in the room. Everything was neat, in order, perfect. Virgil was suddenly very glad he didn’t suggest his own room.

“Is there an activity you had in mind for this evening, or would you just like to be in each other’s presences while we relaxed on our own?”

Virgil looked at Logan, studying his face carefully. Logan was relaxed, which was very different from his pinched look when he was trying to restrain emotions.

“Wanna look at stars? You mentioned you had some textbooks on that?”

Logan’s eyes got a mischievous twinkle. “I can do better than that.” He waved his hand, his room grew dark, and suddenly his ceiling was the full night sky.

“Holy shit!!!”

Virgil thought he saw Logan’s chest puff out.

“Thank you. I worked to ensure this sky is accurate. Would you like to lay down on a blanket?”

Virgil looked down, and sure enough there was a blanket. It was a blue plaid and Virgil thought he saw lavender in there, but he figured it must just be from the dim light. He wordlessly laid down, crossing his arms behind his head. Logan laid down next to him, only a few inches apart.

“If you’ll look right above us, you’ll see Cassiopeia. The constellation has a very interesting story.”

Logan went over every single visible constellation, and Virgil was enraptured. Logan explained everything in such detail and with such passion that he couldn’t help but watch Logan more than the night sky. Everything was going great, until his anxiety decided to be an asshole.

“Is this a date?” he asked on impulse. Logan’s face turned towards him as Virgil astral projected from sheer gay panic.

“Would you like it to be?” Logan asked quietly. It took Virgil a few seconds to process the question thanks to the aforementioned astral projection, but once he did he felt all of the blood leave his body, turning his skin to ice.

“I, um, what about you?”

Logan took a deep breath. “If that something that you’d be interested in, then I would like that.”

Virgil froze. Huh. Okay. That’s new. “What… what do we do?”

Logan looked unsure of himself. “It depends. Do you indeed want this to be a date?”

Oh right, I should probably answer his question. “I, uh… yeah. Yeah I do.”

Logan’s entire body relaxed. “I am ecstatic to hear that, Virgil. Now what did you mean by your question?”

Virgil felt his chest tightening with fear. “Do we have to kiss? Do you have sex on the first date? I don’t want to disappoint or frustrate or tease you or anything and-”

“Breathe darling.”

And okay, how do you expect me to breathe when you use nicknames like that?! Virgil obediently went through a breathing exercise before Logan spoke again.

“I do not personally want to engage in coitus on the first date, and I certainly don’t want to if you don’t want to. As for kissing, I would be very receptive to the act, but again, only if you want to.”

Car crashes, 40,000 deaths in America alone from car accidents per year, cows, lightning, sharks, fires, hurricanes…

Do it you coward!

Virgil surged forward and kissed Logan. Logan froze in surprise, before moving his lips and reciprocating the kiss.

Why the fuck did you do that?!

You told me to do it!

I didn’t think you’d actually do it!!

Virgil pulled back. “I’m sorry, you said you were okay with it and I wasn’t sure if we’d get another chance and-”

Virgil was cut off as Logan pulled him in for another kiss. And another. And another.

Afterwards, Logan pulled Virgil onto his chest and continued talking about the night sky. When Virgil fell asleep, he waved his hand and turned the area back into his bedroom, him and Virgil on the bed. Logan carefully covered Virgil with the blanket and put his glasses on the nightstand.

“Goodnight, Virgil.”

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7team7 · 4 years

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Making his list

Summary: The holidays are a busy time, so when Sakura is out of commission due to her pregnancy, Sasuke takes matters into his own hands. Modern AU, pregnant Sakura, good househusband Sasuke. [2.3k words]

A/N: sorry this is late, but happy holidays everyone!! This was the most voted option on twitter, but office au coming soon enough I guess!! Stream The Carol by Haseul and Christmas Tree Farm by TS

Sakura adored the holiday season. The chilly weather gave her the perfect excuse to cozy up near a fire with a mug of hot cocoa. She loved finding the perfect gifts for her friends and family, finally spending some of her hard earned money. She always marveled at all the decorations and loved taking the time to bake the sweetest confections. The hospital was busy as usual, but it was honestly fun to treat kids who had maybe eaten a bit too much sugar.

But as a pregnant woman, she just couldn’t keep up as well this time around. The normally welcome weather seemed to be more biting than usual and her pregnancy made her more tired. She was so busy getting things for the baby, she had less time to shop for other gifts. Being on maternity leave meant she had both nothing and everything to do. The thought of decorating and baking for hours on end made her feet ache.

Sasuke hated the holidays. It usually served as a reminder that his family was dead and he was all alone. People seemed to forget how to drive when it rained or snowed and lines were always too long everywhere.

But when he married Sakura and got her pregnant soon after, he found himself changing his mind. He couldn’t wait to watch her in action around their home. They’d been friends long enough that he’d received some of her incredibly thoughtful gifts and seen all the traditions she liked partaking in, but it was different now that they shared a home together. When they were just dating, he couldn’t hog her as much as he did now. He used to think Black Friday was ridiculous, but he had a feeling he’d be clambering over all the other parents for the toys his child would want next year. Why pass up a good sale?

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The night of December 1st, Sakura gave him a gift, claiming she just couldn’t help it. Sasuke unwrapped the shiny paper and opened the box to be faced with the ugliest ugly holiday sweater he had ever seen. It was red with white stripes and had a huge picture of the Grinch in the middle. “It’s funny, right? Because you’re kind of grumpy like him, but you just need a little holiday spirit to make your heart grow!” Oh yes, being likened to the Grinch did not make him very happy, but his wife did make his heart grow three sizes.

He pulled it on immediately over his t-shirt. Sakura’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Thanks for buying one that’s not itchy. Where’s yours?”

“Oh,” she bit her lip softly, like she hadn’t even considered matching like she usually wanted. She disappeared into their closet and pulled hers out—covered in candy canes and jingle bells.

“Um,” she said as she stuck her head through the collar, “I don’t think it fits me right now.” Her eyes immediately welled with tears. She loved this sweater and the hormones were not helping. She’d had it forever, so it was a little tight now that she was older and taller, but she couldn’t even get it past her belly.

“Uh,” Sasuke grappled with his words in an attempt to make her feel better. He hated seeing her cry, especially over something so menial. Sakura normally loved the holidays, and he had seen her wear that sweater at least once every year since he’d known her. “You can just wear it like this, right? With a shirt underneath or something? It’s just kind of a crop top now.”

Sakura looked up at him, more tears coming, “But then the baby will be cold!” Sasuke immediately yanked his sweater off and put it back in the box. “It’s okay, I just won’t wear mine until next year. We can match with the baby next year or something,” he said as he started helping Sakura out of her sweater. That easily helped cheer her up.

“Oh, Sasuke, we’re going to have a baby by this time next year! We’re going to buy so many toys I can’t wait!” She started babbling excitedly about the stages of development and what kinds of learning and playing kids did at what age and Sasuke decided this was much better than crying over an ugly sweater.

“We’d better get our tree soon before all the good ones get taken. I want to have it up all month so we can enjoy it,” Sakura mentioned to Sasuke the next day. She had started sorting through decorations after breakfast. “It smells so good and makes the house feel so much more festive. Hanging up ornaments is always fun, I even got a new star to put on top this year.” Sasuke simply nodded and started clearing their plates while she continued digging through boxes.

“I’m going out,” Sasuke announced after he finished washing the dishes. It was the weekend and they normally enjoyed reading the newspaper on the couch together after cleaning up, so Sakura was a bit confused. “Do you need anything?” he asked as he gathered his coat and scarf.

“Yeah, the perfect Christmas tree,” she joked. “No, I’m just going to be unboxing decorations here. Ever since we moved into this house I keep forgetting where I put everything so it’ll take me a while.”

Sakura had only managed to hang a wreath and put on some holiday music when Sasuke returned home.

“I brought you something,” he said gruffly as he propped the door open.

“Ooh, an early present? But why not just wait a little longer, darling?” Of course, Sakura loved receiving gifts from Sasuke because they were always things only he would think to give her, but she could wait.

“You said you wanted it now,” he said as he hauled in a huge evergreen tree. It wasn’t in a net like the ones they had at lots and it even had snow dropping off the branches. The thick trunk looked like it had taken a real beating.

“Sasuke,” she asked slowly, “did you chop this down yourself?”

“Of course I did,” he said matter of factly. “You said you wanted the perfect one and I found it for you. I just strapped it to the top of the car and brought it back. This one is way better than anything at those overpriced lots. It’s fresh,” he added, as if she didn’t notice. The snow was beginning to melt all over their floor.

“You’re not really allowed to do that, but thank you.” She didn’t even want to ask where he chose to cut it down because no matter the location, it probably wasn’t legal if he returned so quickly. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, still a bit cold from spending time outside. “It really is perfect,” she praised after she got over the shock. It seriously was a lovely tree. Sasuke was just the type of person who did things his own way, she supposed.

“If I put it in the corner, you’ll decorate it, right? Just call me when you need to put the star on top. I don’t want you falling.” She gave him another kiss and let him be on his way to read the paper they missed that morning. He didn’t end up going far, though, preferring to observe the way she danced around the tree and got excited every time she opened up an ornament she had forgotten about.

“Damn it, I completely forgot that I have Ino’s holiday brunch tomorrow. I promised to bring my usual cookies, but I’m beat.” Sakura had just finished eating dinner and decorating the house when she realized there was still more to do. She had already purchased all the ingredients from the store but there just wasn’t enough time in the day. She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to go pick something up on my way tomorrow. I’m sad, they’re such a tradition at this point.”

Sasuke knew which cookies she was talking about because he liked them too. She made them spiced enough for him to enjoy, so he found himself a little disappointed by the thought that they might not happen this year. “Why don’t you just go to bed early? No use in stressing over cookies. I’ll be there soon.” Normally Sakura preferred to fall asleep with her husband there to keep her warm, but she was too tired to argue or even think. Sasuke kept the heater on high and made sure she had an extra blanket before he tiptoed back into the kitchen.

If she wanted the cookies, he would give her the cookies. Surely he could make cookies. How hard could they be?

It turned out, cookies that tasted the way Sakura made them were very difficult to pull off. He even managed to pull out the original recipe, but it seemed like so many tweaks were made that he had to make several test batches before he got anywhere close.

At some point in the middle of the night, he baked himself into a frenzy and produced some damn good cookies. At least the oven made the house warmer, and the kitchen smelled divine. He crawled into bed beside his wife, not caring if he was covered in flour and sugar. As long as she was happy.

Sasuke was normally a heavy sleeper, but he was roused by Sakura’s shrieking in the kitchen. Fearing that something was wrong, he bolted out of their cozy bed with his eyes still half closed.

“Look, Sasuke, my cookies! Who made these?” He had even taken the time to arrange them into a neat pyramid on one of Sakura’s fancy platters. He hoped they would taste good, but even if they didn’t, at least they looked presentable.

Sasuke rubbed his bleary eyes, glad nothing was wrong. “Dunno. Maybe Santa was feeling generous and gave us cookies instead of eating everyone else’s.” Sakura beamed at him and took one off the top to bite into.

“Mm, they’re perfect! You did such a good job Sasuke! What a perfect surprise. Here, try,” she broke off a piece and handed it to Sasuke.

“Breakfast of champions,” he muttered after he finished chewing. He gathered his excited wife into his arms and planted a kiss on the crown of her head. He was tired, but it didn’t really matter because she was happy. He absentmindedly rubbed her pregnant stomach, wondering if their baby would like these cookies too.

“Thank you, you’re the best. Now go back to sleep while I get ready to go,” Sakura said to him.

After changing and finishing her hair and makeup, Sakura walked back to their bed to pull the covers up towards Sasuke’s chin. He kept his eyes closed but mumbled, “drive carefully, please. The roads are supposed to be a bit icy today.”

He was still in bed when he received Sakura’s text that she made it to Ino’s safely. She also sent him a picture of Ino’s house covered in lights, telling him to remind her that they need to put lights outside. It looked tasteful, but Sasuke had a feeling Sakura wanted something a little more over the top and festive. He tossed his blankets to the side and started getting ready for the day. If she wanted lights, he would put some lights up. And it would look better than everyone else’s in their neighborhood.

When Sakura returned home, she honestly didn’t notice. She was too exhausted from all the talking and eating she did at Ino’s. She walked into the house feeling ready to spend the rest of the day with Sasuke. She’d have to give him extra kisses to thank him again for the cookies. And the beautiful tree sitting in the corner of their living room.

“How was it?” he asked as he welcomed her in. One simple question got her talking for a while; she filled him in on anything and everything, from Ino’s decorations to the food to how her girlfriends were doing. “Oh and did you see the picture I sent? Her lights looked really nice, I’ll have to remember to put our lights up soon too.”

“Mhm. Do you notice anything different about the house?” “We have to turn some lights on in here, it gets dark so early in the winter,” she mused as she got up to switch the light on. Sasuke followed her and prevented her from doing so. “No, look outside.” Sakura moved away from the light switch, expecting to see fresh snow that had started falling after she had gotten home and only Sasuke noticed. When she got to their front window, she gasped.

Their lawn was decked out with bright lights, from a snowman to a reindeer to their front pathway lined with lights. She looked up and noticed the roof covered in lights too. She hadn’t noticed partially because they weren’t on when she got home during the day. Her eyes welled with tears as she opened the front door to step outside and get a closer look.

She surveyed their house, lined perfectly with twinkling lights. Their house looked much more festive and cheerful than anyone else on their block. “Did you do this?” she asked Sasuke who followed her out to bring her a coat.

“Glad you finally noticed,” he teased. “You said you wanted lights, but I wasn’t going to let you climb on a ladder while pregnant. So I put up the lights. I bought a few more because I figured you’d like them.”

“They’re perfect!” she exclaimed, giving him a big hug. She looked up at his handsome face, softly illuminated by all their new lights. “You’ll have to do this next year too. And make the cookies. And get the tree.”

He rolled his eyes. He’d gotten sucked into the holiday madness because of this dynamo of a woman standing before him. He was really in it for life. “I’ll have to put it on my list, I guess.”

“I promise I’ll be really nice to you,” she giggled as she pulled him back inside where it was warm.

“I won’t mind if you’re a little naughty,” he murmured as he pinched her hip playfully.

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Hey! The baby can hear you!”

A/N: I just love writing ss as same-same-but different in the intros, if you read a lot of my works you’ll notice that, but they’re just so easy to write like that lmao it makes me happy when people tell me they like the way I portray them because sometimes I do fear I’m just writing them as these not complex, static characters but. It be like that as a writer :-)

#sasusaku #fan fiction #happy holidays #my writing #one shot #my formatting is the most inconsistent thing in the world lmao

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chromecutie · 5 years

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Not A Ghost - part 22

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst @ra-ra-rasputiin @holamor @empressme-bitch @marvel-is-perfection @hazilyimagine @marvelhead17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash @whitewitchdown @master-sass-blast @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen @emberbent . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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A thin crust of dried blood cracked and flaked off as Rhonda flexed and pointed her toes. She meant to unwind in her practice room, but she had stepped on a stray shard of glass from dropping a light bulb a few days ago. It was a minor nick, and not even particularly painful once she got the shard out, but she didn’t want to make a mess on the floor by continuing to dance. So, grabbing one of the socks she’d peeled off and pressed to her foot to absorb the blood, Rhonda stretched on the floor. She breathed deeply, relaxing into the lengthening muscle, gently testing her range of motion. A lot of it had returned. With more time, she might even get back to her near-contortionist level of flexibility.

System of a Down alternated with Linkin Park and Marilyn Manson on a playlist of 90s and 00s rock. The familiar rhythms of high energy, angry songs were soothing, even if Rhonda was only stretching instead of dancing. She mulled over the day. Did Piotr and Ororo judge her for quitting X-Men? What was that stern faced stranger after? Was he DMC? Did Ellie and Yukio know what they were risking by being part of X-Men? If the DMC was looking for her, was she endangering her loved ones by being close to them?

With an extra stretch, Rhonda reached past her extended legs and grabbed her hoodie. The business card Michelle had given her was still in the pocket. Bending the corners with her fingernails, she figured a therapist might help her manage her guilt and anxiety and grief, but what if there was real danger?

Her concentration shattered when someone knocked on the door frame. Snapping her head toward the sound, she saw Ellie leaning her shoulder against it. Fidgeting with her little chain bracelets, Ellie said, “Colossus said I should give you space, but...I wanted to see you.”

Rhonda leaned back until she was flat on the floor, and slunk a few inches to reach her phone to turn the music lower, and slip the card back in her hoodie pocket. “Come sit,” she said with a warm smile as she swept her legs to pull herself into a sitting position as well. Marilyn Manson started growling and rasping about something disturbing as Ellie kicked off her boots to join Rhonda. “What’s up, spikey-butt?”

“Ha, I haven’t been called that in forever,” Ellie gave a short laugh. She leaned back on her palms and absently flexed and pointed her toes, just the way Rhonda had taught her as a child. “Well, we missed you for coffee and I hadn’t seen you since lunch. Things got...kinda tense.”

Rhonda nodded apologetically, “I really needed some time dancing that wasn’t in the middle of the night.”

“No, for sure,” Ellie agreed, “I just wanted to see you.” Her eyebrows lifted in hesitation.

“Here,” Rhonda held out her hand and straddled her legs. Ellie straddled her legs as well and allowed her feet to rest against Rhonda’s ankles. They joined hands and started slowly pulling each other back and forth -- a buddy stretch for hips and inner thighs. Ellie could only lean forward a few inches, but Rhonda could get almost flush to the ground.

“When were you sure you wanted to marry Colossus?” Ellie blurted between songs.

A surprised smile warmed Rhonda’s face. Without breaking her rhythm, she held their stretches a moment longer before answering, “I think deep down, I was probably always sure.”

Ellie pursed her lips and glanced around the room as they shifted so they could stretch their hamstrings. She clarified, “But did something...happen? Something that made you feel, like, extra sure or felt like fireworks?”

Rhonda’s teeth flashed in a big grin, not quite giggling at the question. “Love doesn’t always work like that, but let me think a minute.” Folding herself over an outstretched leg, Rhonda rested her face against her knee. After a few breaths, she sat up again, “It was a bunch of little things. Things that were consistent. I liked who I was when I was with Piotr, and he proved every day that he cared for me, even when we were having a bad day. And by the time he proposed, we had already felt married for a while.” Ellie frowned thoughtfully and Rhonda asked, “Is that an underwhelming answer?”

“I mean...kind of.” Ellie’s cheeks puffed out in a big sigh. She hesitated, then said, “I...really love Yukio.” She pulled her knees up a bit, resting her elbows on her thighs and hooking her fingers together. Her outfit was mostly shades of black and charcoal grey -- except for the hot pink socks as she absently wiggled her toes. “I think I wanna marry her, but...how do you know you’re sure?”

The question and the sentiment tugged at Rhonda’s heart so much she had to look away for a minute. She started working through a few stretches for her shoulders. “Pretty early in our relationship,” she said, “Things just felt...natural. Neither of us had dated that many people before, but being with him felt like home.” Rhonda smiled, “We bring out the best in each other, and when missions called for us both, that’s when we made our best decisions.” After a pause, she reached and thumbed Ellie’s cheek, “Hey...what’s it like for you?”

Ellie smiled, even blushed a little, and lifted her shoulders to her ears before fidgeting and slapping at her thighs. “I feel like I can handle anything if she’s around. Anything,” she chuffed a little sound, “Next time the house blows up, or Deadpool drags us into some bullshit, or if you...I know I’ll be okay, I’ll get through it, if Yukio’s there.”

For the first time, Ellie noticed fine crow’s feet framing Rhonda’s dark eyes as she smiled. It made her look older than Ellie had always thought of her, and it might have made her sad if her unofficial-adoptive-mom didn’t also look like some kind of forest trickster. “If you love her that much,” Rhonda grinned so hard she was squinting, “and you’ve found each other so young, you’re extremely lucky.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes in suspicion, “You don’t think we’re too young to get married?”

Slipping her socks back onto her feet, Rhonda stood and started absently moving through a few steps and turns. “I’m not saying you should go get married tomorrow,” she said, “but whatever age -- marriage is about choosing each other every day. It’s a mindset.” Her toes left lines in the thin film of dust on the floor. “If you two already know a good relationship is about choosing to be supportive and kind every day, then I think you’ll be fine. Married or not. Just make sure to leave room for each other to grow.” She winced a little when her ankle popped during a turn and grunted. “Time will change you both a lot, but you can keep choosing each other. Every day.”

“Like you and Colossus,” Ellie said.

Rhonda’s arms, arced overhead, fell to her sides like leaves on a breeze. “Huh,” she mused, “You should probably be talking to him about this instead.”

Wrinkling her nose in a nervous groan, Ellie said, “Nah, I figured he would just say I’m too young.”

“Ha!” Rhonda took a minute to grab her hoodie while she laughed heartily. “I think he’ll surprise you.” Feeling the therapist’s business card in the pocket reminded her of her previous train of thought. A jarring guitar solo by System of a Down cut off in silence as Rhonda turned off the music, picking up her phone and speaker. Drumming her fingers on the speaker, Rhonda asked, “Ellie...are you happy in the X-Men?”

Ellie was stumbling with putting one boot back on. “I mean…” she twitched her eyebrows together as she shifted to get her other boot, “Yeah.”

Edging for the door, Rhonda chewed her lip. “What would you do if you weren’t on the team?”

“I…” Ellie shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You’ve never considered what you’d be doing if you weren’t part of X-Men?” Rhonda eyed her warily.

Ellie hedged, “I mean, engineering school sounds neat, I guess, but you know the good schools still aren’t letting mutants in, not if they can help it.” She chewed a fingernail and twisted her feet like she was putting out a cigarette. “The best a mutant can do is make a life of helping people or--” she caught herself and looked at Rhonda.

“Or?”

“Or get thrown somewhere like the Icebox.”

To Ellie’s surprise, Rhonda let out a grim laugh muffled in the back of her throat. “Or you get both.”

“I thought you would’ve wanted me on the team,” Ellie’s gaze shifted up and down, “We used to talk about how you’d mentor me.”

Rhonda held her things tightly to her chest. “Maybe time changed how I feel about that.”

Ellie crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Time or getting tortured in prison?”

Rhonda’s gaze turned cold. “Pick one.”

After months of being home, Rhonda finally stood in front of the doors to Charles Xavier’s office. He was her leader, her boss, and in a lot of ways, her father figure since she was eleven years old. She couldn’t make herself face him before now. Questions burned in her skull that she wasn’t sure she could bear the answers to, and she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to answer the questions he would ask.

She knocked. The door opened. Her feet didn’t make a sound on the plush antique rugs. Rhonda heard a quiet, mechanical whirring as Professor Charles Xavier turned his chair to face her.

“Rhonda, my dear,” he said with the warmest, kindest smile, “I knew you would come to me when you were ready.” He hardly looked any different from when she had last seen him, except his few wrinkles might be a little deeper now.

The furnishings were new, but a good replica of Xavier’s more traditional tastes - lots of oiled wood and supple leather. Maybe his office had been destroyed within the last few years, requiring extensive remodeling. Adding a pinch of guilt to her stack of feelings, Rhonda faltered, “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

Xavier raised his palms, like a shrug but more dignified. “You weren’t ready,” he said simply. “Would you care to sit?” He gestured to a burgundy leather couch. The upholstery squeaked under Rhonda as she shifted nervously. “Well, let’s have it,” he said, as kindly and directly as ever.

Rhonda had to consciously unclench her jaw in order to say, “Charles, what the fuck?” It came out sharper than she meant, so she took a breath and tried again, “Why has everyone told me you couldn’t find me?”

Nodding, taking a slow breath, he answered, “Because I could not, despite Cerebro and my abilities. And it will forever be one of my many regrets.”

Rhonda propped an elbow on the arm of the sofa, rubbing her forehead. Xavier continued, “Ever since I heard you were in the Icebox, I have had my suspicions. I have operatives in the process of uncovering information that would prove them.” As he watched her, he could still see the frightened girl he’d met years ago. The sadness and worry in her expression was achingly familiar. “But that’s not all, is it?” he asked.

“I can’t believe you let Ellie onto the team,” Rhonda blurted, “With all the risks, all the…” words failed her and she covered her mouth with one hand. She shook her head, “We have to find a way to kick her out or make her quit. Yukio too.”

“Ellie is well aware of the dangers of field duty,” Xavier was firm, “Just as you were. She knows she is risking her life, as every member of this team does.”

“No,” Rhonda said sharply, pointing a stern finger, “we knew we were risking our deaths. It’s why Piotr and I decided not to have children - neither of us wanted to quit X-Men, but we couldn’t risk leaving another mutant orphan behind.”

Xavier replied quietly, “At least half of the residents in this house remember those arguments.”

Her voice came out in broken croaks, “The real risk...what I actually lost -- what I -- surviving...sometimes I think I should have died.”

Xavier frowned with concern, his voice hardly above a whisper, “May I see?”

Rhonda squeezed her eyes shut. When she nodded, Xavier lightly rested his fingertips against her temple. While she felt the sticky-fingered sensation of a telepath combing her mind, Xavier was flooded with flashes of everything Rhonda could remember of her imprisonment. The stench of human stink and bleach; the sensation of being covered in blood up to the elbows; the dull, echoing noise that never stopped; the same tasteless food over and over until going a day without food just to avoid eating it again becomes normal; the primal ferocity, the hot rage being the only warm thing; the hopelessness, the betrayal; feeling cut off from her identity; worst of all -- the body count Rhonda had stacked with her own hands.

Xavier pulled away from her, heart heavy. They sat a quiet moment before Xavier slowly said, “Oh, Rhonda, I’m so sorry.”

She brought her feet up onto the couch, tucking them underneath herself.

“How much does Piotr know?” he asked.

“Bits and pieces,” Rhonda rasped with a tight throat. “He thinks he wants to know all of it, but...I just can’t tell him everything.” Idly, as if to prove to herself she could still do it, Rhonda threaded lightning over her fingers, past her hands, and around her forearms, watching the green and blue threads lace across her skin.

“As difficult as the last six years have been,” Xavier said, “you survived, and now you are home. I understand your wish not to resume your duties with the X-Men, but you cannot expect me to force anyone to quit.”

Rhonda dropped the lightning and furrowed her brows, “I just spent a good couple hours proving my existence in court today. I’m officially back on the grid, and the DMC is still out there. They could be looking for me, or worse -- what happened to me could happen to Ellie or Yukio, Ororo, Piotr -- anyone. They can do this to anyone, with no consequences, and they’ll keep doing it until they’re stopped. If you won’t kick her out, you need to bring down the DMC.”

Xavier kept his voice level, reserved, “The DMC is a powerful and complicated government agency. One with which we have a very tenuous working relationship.”

Knuckles tight, blood freezing, jaw clenched, sparks dancing around her, Rhonda forced out, “And you saw what they’re willing to do to someone they’re not even charging with a crime.” She sucked in a breath. “You cannot be telling me you won’t take action.”

He made a placating gesture, palms up, patting the air. “We will take action, Rhonda, but we must tread carefully.” Xavier slowly extended a hand toward one of his many foster children, and waited for her to drop the sparks before touching her shoulder. “If they are as dangerous as you say, we must work as subtly as possible. And start diplomatically.”

“Diplomatically,” Rhonda scoffed bitterly, hot tears burning her eyes. “Every one of those officers ought to be charged with war crimes. The DMC is just another fucking tool in the anti-mutant war.”

“Breathe, my dear,” Xavier soothed. He gently squeezed her shoulder before releasing it. “It’s clear that you’re driven not by vengeance for yourself, but by your love for others. If you wish to retire from X-Men, you’ve more than earned it; however, I must ask that you don’t interfere with another member’s status. It means as much to Ellie as it did to you at her age.”

The words hit Rhonda like a shiv between some ribs. There would be no persuading Ellie or Yukio to quit X-Men on their own, and if there was no chance of kicking them off the team...as long as the DMC operated with impunity, everyone Rhonda loved was in terrible danger. Her stomach turned.

She abruptly stood and headed for the door. As she opened it, Xavier called her name and she looked over her shoulder.

“Through everything,” he said, “your heart has always been in the right place. Don’t forget that about yourself." He added with a knowing-too-much glance, "You will always have a home with us, no matter what happens."

For how awful she felt, she didn’t want to believe him. Yet, he wasn’t the type to tell a kind lie, especially after reading someone’s mind. With the slightest nod, she left his office and let the door close behind her.

#colossus #piotr rasputin #colossus x oc #piotr Rasputin x oc #longfic #angst #xmen #deadpool 2

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theonewiththefanfics · 6 years

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Just Say You Won’t Let Go (one-shot)

Synopsys: It’s Tony’s and Pepper’s wedding, which means everyone is there to celebrate. But one certain super soldier can’t seem to not feel out of place. (supposed to be set after Infinity War, Nat’s hair is back to red and all my babies are safe and sound cause fuck you, Marvel, that’s why)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: pure teeth rotting fluff

Warnings: like one curse word

Word count: 2400

Y/N’s heels clicked as she made her way up the stairs and through the hallway. The team, all of them, were in Hawaii to celebrate Tony’s and Pepper’s wedding. The ceremony had just ended and now the reception, as well as the party, would start, but the young woman was on a solo mission right now- to find where Bucky had hidden away. Right after their vows to which even Natasha, who never cried about anything, shed tears, Bucky had slipped from where he had sat by Y/N and disappeared somewhere. Their rooms were right next to one another so the Avenger quickly slipped in her own and left her coat and bag there, locking it behind her. She was just about to walk out of the ginormous space when her eyes caught the sight of the doors right of the massive oak wardrobe. Those led directly to Bucky’s room. So she sauntered there and knocked. “Buck, you in there?” When there was no response she opened both doors and made her way inside his bedroom. Everything was neat and clean, the bed made and the mini fridge fully stocked. Unlike Y/N’s own. The second her feet entered her place she raided the fridge and made herself a blanket fort. Stark was covering everything, so why not enjoy the little gifts of life. And when she had to go to Pepper’s room so the girls could all get ready together, it was like a hurricane swept through the gorgeous place.

Y/N walked further inside and looked around for any sign of where Bucky could be. The window was open, but not the balcony and you couldn’t see anyone sitting there. She huffed and peeked inside the bathroom, but again with no luck. The girl was just about to leave when a certain book caught her eye. Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman. Y/N snorted. As a joke, she had suggested Bucky gets to know who Thor and Loki are by reading the retellings of the old legends. She didn’t think he’d actually do it. “Hey, doll.” Bucky’s voice startled her and made her drop the book. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, Barnes,” she laughed and placed the book back on the nightstand. “You know how I hate it when you go stealth mode.” “Sorry,” he chuckled and placed a strand of brown hair behind his ear which Y/N found adorable. “But to be fair I wasn’t expecting any visitors.” “I was just wondering where you left, after the vows. You sorta, I dunno, fled.” “I- umm-“ the statement seemed to make him uncomfortable as if she had hit the nail on the head. “You know me, I don’t like big parties.” “This is Tony’s and Pepper’s wedding. And the only thing big about this is the mansion. There’s barely a hundred people here, less than that.” He was looking around the room and avoiding eye contact. “Bucky,” Y/N went to stand right in front of him and pulled his chin down with her fingers so he had nothing to do but avert his gaze and look into her Y/E/C eyes. “What is actually wrong?” His ice blue eyes held her own with a piercing quality. It was like nothing else in the world existed but the beautiful cerulean pools. “Me being here. That is the problem.” Y/N shook her head, snapping out of the moment. “I’m sorry, what?” He sighed. “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be witnessing their special day. I shouldn’t be ruining it.” “But… but you’re not. If they didn’t want you here, they wouldn’t have invited you.” “Y/N,” he grasped her palms and bent down a bit as if explaining things to a small child, “I killed Tony’s parents. Who in their right mind would want their murderer to attend their wedding?” “Bucky,” Y/N cupped his cheek. The stubble had been shaven clean off, but she could feel the little hairs making their way on top again, “it wasn’t your fault. Tony himself said it. Yes, it took some time and if I had been in his place, it probably would have taken me time as well. You can never be prepared for something like that. But it’s in the past now. He wants his family to be there for him. To celebrate with him. To finally have a good moment in between all this fuckery and chaos.” “But that is the thing, he wants his family, not me.” “You are his family, whether you like it or not. We are incredibly dysfunctional, but we are a family. You included.” Bucky dropped his gaze, his cheek leaning into her touch. “Buck, please, come downstairs with me. You know they’re gonna miss you,” she gently slid her thumb over his cheek, “I’m gonna miss you.” That pulled a small smile out of Bucky. Yet he removed her hands from where one had settled on his chest and cheek and stood back. “I think I’m just gonna stay here. Read a bit. Enjoy the sunset.” With a sorrowful gaze, Y/N watched as he took the book and opened up the balcony to go and sit outside in the warm evening weather. “Is there anything I can say to change your mind?” Bucky sat down and looked out at the ocean where the waves calmly lapped at the shore. “Not this time, doll.” And he didn’t turn back to look at her. For a minute Y/N just stood there, looking at the man and his hunched over shoulders. It hurt her to see Bucky like this, especially on such a day, on such a sweet and amazing, love filled occasion. He didn’t see how much people cared about him, hell Tony included, he couldn’t comprehend that other people apart from Steve wanted him to be happy and find love. Most of all it hurt Y/N because she herself loved Bucky yet he seemed to have closed off from every possibility of ever looking for someone to share his life with. And if that was the case, Y/N would accept it, yet it didn’t make her heart ache any less. With a defeated sigh she turned and exited Bucky’s room. Making her way down the marble steps she weaved her way towards the garden and where the reception was happening. When she found her assigned seat there was an empty one right next to her and she knew that it would not be filled. “Where is Bucky?” Nat whispered to her as Happy was making his best-man speech. She didn’t want to lie, and you couldn’t really lie to Natasha, but she’d get the message. “He wasn’t feeling that well.” The redhead raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow but didn’t push further. Conversations flew all around the room, laughter echoing across the now lantern-lit space. Y/N turned her gaze to her right where Tony and Pepper were talking with Clint and Laura. They looked so in love. He couldn’t keep his hands off her for one second. Whether it was a gentle finger that slid up and down Pepper’s arm or fiddling with her wedding ring, whether it was simply gazing at the woman like there was nothing more important than her or resting his cheek against her shoulder, undeniably, he loved her. Y/N smiled at the pair. They had been through so much, too much even. All of them, so a day dedicated to the pair celebrating their love was what the team and their friends needed. The garden erupted in music as their first dance as a married couple was announced. Tony grasped Pepper’s palm and led her to the middle of the floor. In an instant, his arms wove around her waist and hers around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together and anyone could see that they were lost to only but one another.

I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away We drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told you I think that you should get some rest

Y/N gently swayed in her seat to the music. That is until she felt a tap against her skin. “And why is it that the most beautiful girl here isn’t dancing?” She turned around to see Bucky, a small smile accompanying his features. “She was waiting for the right partner to ask her.” “I’m sorry to hear that he didn’t do it earlier and has made you wait.” “It’s alright,” she smiled up at Bucky, “as long as he makes me dance the night away.” His smile grew wider. “May I?” He had extended his palm and was waiting for Y/N to accept it. Slowly she slid her smaller one until he could grasp his fingers around her hand. “Lead the way.” Together they vanished between the twirling and swaying couples. At the centre of it, all was the bride and groom, of course, but Y/N could glimpse Natasha and Steve slowly waltzing across the room, Peter’s Aunt May and Banner were lightly moving to the music as was Clint and his wife. So many more occupied the dance floor including Gamora and Quill, Thor, Loki and even Korg. But Y/N’s attention was fully trained on the man holding her waist and moving them to the rhythm of the music.

I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I knew I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

I wake you up with some Breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee With a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars For that night

Y/N let her head lean against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. “I’m sorry,” he muttered into her hair. “For what?” It was no louder than a whisper, as if afraid to burst the magical bubble. Like any louder sound would make them return to the blood and sweat of their daily life. “For not believing you when you said we are a family. Not thinking that people would actually miss me.” The girl looked up at Bucky and let her fingers weave through his hair, softly scratching the nape of his neck. “ ’S okay. You’re here now and that is all that matters.”

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now, oh And you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that every day you get better You make me feel this way somehow

I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear Look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

She gently sang along to the lyrics as the music faded away and she could focus on nothing but the way Bucky was looking at her. “Y/N?” She was breathless from the intensity of his eyes. “Yeah?”

I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts

“I really want to kiss you…” She couldn’t fully comprehend what he was saying what he wanted to do. Y/N’s brain had fuzzed over, and she could only see how his eyes flicked down to her lips.

'Cause you were always there for me When I needed you most

“Then kiss me,” she finally managed to get out. And so he did. Slowly tentatively he pressed his lips against hers and it was like they melted. Bucky pulled her body closer to his, wanting to feel every curve and dip, wanting to have more of her, needed it.

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out I promise 'til death we part Like in our vows

Y/N’s head was spinning as she pushed a hand through his hair to grab a fist full of it to pull his face closer. If that was possible. Her other one caressed his cheek and jaw. Reluctantly they pulled back as the need for air became more and more pressing. “Wow,” there was a giant smile on Bucky’s face and it made Y/N chuckle. “What?” “I just-“ he places a stand of Y/H/C hair behind her ear letting his palm linger there, “didn’t think you’d actually kiss me back. That you’d feel the same.”

So I wrote this song for you Now everybody knows That it's just you and me Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

She smiled. “Maybe I didn’t. Maybe it was just a reflex.” Bucky pressed their foreheads together. “Was it now?” “Mhm,” she nodded, making his head move with hers. “But there is a way to find out.” “And how could we do that?” his fingers dug a bit deeper into her sides and pressed her closer. “You’ll just have to kiss me again to figure it out.” And with a huge grin still plastered across his face, he did.

Pepper and Tony had watched them since the second Bucky had made his appearance at the garden and pulled Y/N to the dance floor. “Finally he did it,” the man chuckled and felt Pepper lean her cheek against his. “If he hurts her, I’m gonna kill him,” she smiled and let her eyes wander over the happy newly formed couple. “Isn’t that my kind of line?” Pepper looked at who now was her husband and couldn’t help but let herself be in the moment, to get lost in his dark chocolate eyes and find peace. “We’ll do it together okay?” she went for a compromise and Tony laughed at it. “As we’ll do everything.” The music faded away and nothing but love remained.

Just say you won't let go Oh, just say you won't let go

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A/N: The song is James Arthus ‘Say You Won’t Let Go’

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Snowflakes and Hot Chocolate Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: cussing but not really?

Summary: its Winter break in Derry, and what better way to spend it than with the losers club? However, when a day at Bill’s house takes a turn, you can’t help but worry for your curly-haired boyfriend.

"JESUS FUCK! FINALLY!" Richie hollered from outside, and Bill groaned, getting up off the couch. You looked at Beverly, rolling your eyes. A moment later, a very cold looking Richie and very smug looking Eddie entered the Denbrough household.

Richie's messy dark hair was topped by a fuzzy black beanie with a blue poof on top, and he was shivering. His glasses were fogged up, and his jacket was dusted with snow. Cheeks bright pink, he shuffled over to the couch where he collapsed, wrapping himself in a nearby blanket.

Eddie however, was the opposite. His pale gray coat had very little snow on it, and he hung it on the coat rack upon entering. Removing his hat as well, it was revealed that his hair was just as neat as ever, and the only sign that he had been outside was his flushed cheeks.

"Wha-What the heck happened with you two?" Bev asked, scooting over so Richie wasn't laying on top of her. The boy didn't answer at first, instead twisting qround so nothing but his head was exposed from the blanket wrap he had become.

"What happened is Eddie weighs a million pounds" he got out after a moment, and you turned to look at the brunette, who just smiled deviously.

"He lost a bet, and had to pull me all the way here on his sled" he explained, and you laughed, shaking your head. Richie continued to look mildy disgruntled, casting Eddie looks from where he was bundled up.

"That doesn't exactly explain why it looks like Richie was dragged through a frozen lake" Bev giggled, and Richie tried to kick her from where he lay, but she swiftly dodged him.

"Oh, fuck OFF Marsh" Richie yelled tiredly

Over the course of the next 25 minutes, Ben and Mike arrived together. Mike was wrapped in a fuzzy hat, a scarf, and the fluffiest parka you had ever seen. Meanwhile, Ben wore just a simple coat, with the hood up. Taking it off, he revealed bright pink cheeks and brown hair lightly coated with snowflakes.

“It’s getting crazy out there!” Mike exclaimed, removing what had looked like 3 layers of protection from the frosty weather. You frowned slightly, standing up to take a look outside the window. The snow almost completely obstructed your view as it came down. The sled which Richie and Eddie had arrived with, and had set in Bill’s yard, was now buried in the cold powder.

“Yeah...and when did Stan say he was gonna get here?” You tore your eyes away from the weather outside to look at Bill, who was on the arm of the couch.

“I thi-think he said around th-th-three?” He said offhandedly, before catching sight of your expression. His green eyes softened. “I’m s-sure he’s fine Y-Y/n” He assured you, but you couldn’t help but worry for your curly haired boyfriend. It was a bit of a long walk from his house, and with the current weather situation, anything could happen.

“Can you turn on the TV, Bill? I just want to see how long this weather will last” You asked, taking a quick glance back at the torrent of snow falling outside. Bill reached across Beverly to grab the remote, and pressed a few buttons. The small TV on the shelf lit up, and Bill quickly navigated the channel to find the weather reports.

“-weather is expected to last through tomorrow. Estimated 2 feet of snow to fall between now and 7:00. Be sure to stay indoors while it lasts, as the heavy weather may cause power outages throughout the night-”

Bill quickly turned off the TV as he caught sight of your face. “He’s j-just late is-is all” He said quickly before you could say anything, and you let out a sigh before collapsing on the cough next to Beverly again. The redhead rubbed your shoulder comfortingly.

“Stan’s never late...” you mumbled quietly.

Nearly 30 minutes later, and while the rest of the Loser’s were still chilling on the couch, you were more anxious than you could ever remember. Not a minute went by that you didn’t glance over to the window, hoping to see Stan walking up.

Eventually, your worry became evident to everyone, and was to the point where you couldn’t even participate in the activities they were playing. “Come on Y/n. Staniel will be here soon, in the meantime you should play some T or D with us” Richie had said, trying to encourage you to join the group game of truth or dare that Ben had started, but you shrugged him off, insisting you would wait for Stan’s arrival before you played any games.

And so, here you were, sitting by the front window of Bill’s house, while everyone else talked in the background. Head in your hands, you gazed at the snow outside. Watching the snow clump and fall lightly, covering everything it touched in what looked like soft white powder. As you watched the snow land on the white picket fence lining Bill’s yard, the snow covering the points of the wood, a patch of white moved.

what the hell-?

Shifting slightly, you tried to keep watch on what you thought you had seen through the thick snowfall. It bobbed up and down, moving along the fence, before a hand reached up and ran through it, revealing the damp curls underneath the snow.

Without grabbing your parka or scarf, you threw open the door wide. The cold hit you like a pound of bricks, but you moved forward into the snow. You could hear the others calling your name behind you, but you ignored them.

The snow had previously looked untouched, having long since covered the tracks made by Ben and Mike an hour ago, but now it looked like a small dog had scrambled through it. You ran into the yard, paying little mind to the moisture that seeped through your leggings up to your mid-calf. Catching Stan just as he passed through the white gate, you fiercely embraced him in a tight hug, knocking him backwards.

The fall was light, with snow and many layers of clothing to shield you from the ground. A soft crunch as your bodies pierced the snow, and you were on top of the boy.

“What the he--Y/n! What’s happening?” Stan exlaimed in shock as you wrapped you arms around him. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you stared into his confused golden eyes.

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again, you hear?”

After getting inside a few minutes later, and Stan had taken off his very wet and snowy jacket, you sat on the now empty couch. Stan had explained that his watch had broke, and he didn’t realize it was so late. Now, he sat next to you, and you were curled into his body warmth, with his arm wrapped around you. Every so often you would look up at him to press a kiss to his neck or jaw, reminding yourself that he was actually here. Whenever you did so, Stan’s grasp on you would tighten, pulling you closer.

“Who w-w-wants hot cho-chocolate?” Bill asked, once they had grown tired of truth or dare. Everyone immediately accepted the offer, including you and Stan.

As Bill retreated into the kitchen to go make it all, Richie piped up from where he sat. “Ah ah ah! Where do you think you’re going, Denbrough?” The boy said, standing up with a grin. Bill looked at him in confusion.

“Uh, t-to make the hot chocolate?” He said uncertainly, and Richie rolled his eyes. Stepping over to the confused brunette with long strides, he paused, hands on his hips.

“I’m putting in my own marshmallows” Richie said after a short pause, saying it as if he were a smug kindergardener. With a scoff, Bill turned to the rest of the group.

“Fine. Anyone e-else want to p-put in their own mar-marshmallows?” The boy said with an eyeroll, and to his evident surprise, the others said yes.

“I’m fine, I’ll stay here” Stan said, and you looked up at him before snuggling closer. Richie fake gagged, and Eddie swiftly elbowed him in the stomach. Beverly laughed, and the group all made their way into the next room to make the hot drinks.

Once the group was gone, you looked back to Stan to see him looking at you with a peculiar look in his eyes. Confusion, mixed with admiration and sadness? You couldn’t tell exactly, which was odd because Stan usually wore his heart of his sleeve around you.

“What’s up?” You asked, backing away slightly to look at his face. He shrugged.

“I don’t really know”

Sighing, you reached up to brush his hair back out of his face. The curls still had some snowflakes dusting them. “You can tell me, no matter what it is” You assured, and the Stan smiled, flashing a hint of white teeth.

“I know that.” He said with a small laugh that lit up your heart. However, he sighed immediately afterwards. “I-I guess I’m happy that you were worried, but also upset? I dunno...” He mumbled, and you wrapped your arms tighter around his body, looking at his face which was flushed from the cold.

“I’m not worried anymore” You murmured, your breath warming his neck. He looked at you, and thought he could feel his heart swell. Reaching to lightly cup your face, you brought your lips to his, and they met softly.

It was a short kiss, cold and passionate. Pulling away, you met his beautiful amber ones. “I’m just lucky to have you in my life” He breathed, and your face lit up with a small smile.

“Jesus Christ you two! Get a room!” Richie’s voice called from the hallway, and you both wisely chose to ignore him. Besides, he was immediately shut up by Eddie, who shoved him so hard he nearly spilled his hot chocolate.

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