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specialagentlokitty · 11 months

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Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - things we didn’t know

Mr Evershed x daughter!reader - things we didn’t know - is so good! It deserves a sequel, please. Maybe R asks her dad about her bio dad and he tells her. So when she shows up for tutoring maybe she just randomly give Mr. Evershed a hug? Maybe they can celebrate her getting a better good grade on the next test after that wee or so after because Mr. Evershed would have permission to leave school with his daughter and they go get ice cream or something to celebrate her grade and them bonding? Just some ideas, don't have to use them but a sequel with R and Mr. Evershed bonding as father and daughter would be much appreciated. - @witchreporter 💜

Part two:

Sitting in your after school English lesson, you worked through the worksheet the best your could.

“Mr Evershed?”

“Hm?”

You looked up at him.

“I won’t be able to come after school next week, I have training, and it’s everyday after school until the weekend.”

“Training? As if football or something?”

He wasn’t aware you took part in any sort of sport related activities.

You grinned a little and shook your head.

“Parkour.”

“Parkour?”

He walked over and sat at the table, giving you a confused look.

“Yeah! I saw some teenagers doing it when I was a kid and like I absolutely loved it, so I begged my mum and dad to let me do it and they did! I’ve been doing it every since, why else would I know how to do a front flip?”

“Boredom?” He offered.

You grinned a little.

“There is that.”

You handed him your worksheet.

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks for telling me, good luck with your competition.”

“Thanks! You know you can come if you want.”

“I.. don’t think that’s very appropriate, sorry.”

You shrugged a little.

“It’s cool, but the offer is still there. Have a good evening!”

“You too!” He called.

You ran home, and you barrelled through front door, throwing your stuff on the floor you ran straight to the kitchen a slid across the floor, nearly crashing into the counter.

“Oh hey mr layer man. Hey dad, what’re you doing here?”

The two shared a look.

You wondered to the fridge and pulled out a drink and sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

“Well, we were actually just discussing something about you.” Joshua said.

“Me? I’m not in trouble am I? Cause I’ve been in extra lessons so I couldn’t have done it.”

Both of them laughed.

“No, nothing like that sweetheart. I think.. maybe we should talk.” Robert sighed.

You looked at him and set your drink aside.

“Did you find my birth dad?” You asked quietly, “is he going to try and take me away from you..?”

“No. No, of course he isn’t not.”

Robert walked over and handed you a document.

“But we did find your birth dad yes. I wasn’t sure about telling you, but you’ve been asking a lot recently about him.”

“What’s he.. what’s he like..?”

“He’s a good man. You already know him.” Robert smiled.

He pointed to the name on the document.

“Martin Evershed… Mr Evershed..?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s Mr Evershed.”

You set the paper aside and looked at your dad.

“He knows. He promised me he wouldn’t tell you anything until I told you.”

You slowly nodded your head and went upstairs to process what you had been told.

The following day, you couldn’t bring yourself to go to English, so you didn’t, and you were skipped your English after school as well.

On the last day of the week, you found yourself standing outside his classroom, that same DNA proof document in your hands as you debated this.

You took a small breath and pushed the door open, walking over to his desk you stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)? Where have you been?”

“I know.” You mumbled.

“What?”

You set the paper in front of him and he immediately recognised it.

Standing up, he sighed and walked around, running a hand through his hair.

“I should have told you but I promised your dad I wouldn’t, I’m sorry. I understand if you want to move English lessons, have someone else tutor you, I completely understand.” He said.

You looked at him.

Walking over, you grabbed his arms and held them out, and then you wrapped your arms around him.

Mr Evershed looked down at you, and he left out a he didn’t know he was holding.

He wrapped his arms around you and gently hugged you back, and you took a small breath.

“I’ve been trying to find you for years…” you whispered.

“I’m sorry I had no idea…”

You nodded, and you two just stood hugging one another for a few minutes before you pulled away and sniffled a little.

He smiled softly and placed his hand on top of your head.

“Hey, hey there’s no need for tears.” He whispered.

“I.. I’m just so happy that you’re a good person… I thought.. I thought maybe you’d be a bad person.. or.. or take me away from my dad..”

“No, no of course not. He’s your dad, he raised you, and he did such an incredible job at it too. I know I’ve missed a lot of your life, but I’d like to be part of it as well, but I will never try take over from Robert, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, moving his hand to your shoulder.

“Come here.”

He pulled you in for another hug, and you happily hugged him back.

“Is this why you didn’t come yesterday?”

You nodded.

“I was just scared I guess…”

“You have nothing to be afraid of, alright? Absolutely nothing.”

You nodded and pulled away with a smile.

“Does this mean you’ll come to my competition?”

“Absolutely I will.”

You beamed happily, and instead of doing English you sat there and you told him all about your childhood, all the things he wasn’t able to be there for.

And he happily listened.

The following week you had a test on the Monday, and you tried your hardest, you gave it your all and when you handed it in, you grinned a little.

“It’s not empty this time.”

“Well I certainly hope not we’ve been working hard. Are you off to training?”

You nodded your head.

“See you tomorrow!”

He waved at you as you ran out the door and he got to work marking the test papers.

He started with yours first, and he was glad he did, because the grace you had gotten was better than the one a few weeks ago.

You were getting better and he knew you’d be overjoyed with it.

And you were, you were beyond happy with it, and you excitedly ran out of the school with your test paper.

Your competition came around fast, and Mr Evershed found himself stood outside the arena looking a little lost as he waited for your dad.

“You look uncomfortable.” Robert chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to these sorts of things. My daughters are a lot younger than (Y/N), so I suppose i thought I wouldn’t be doing this stuff for years.”

Robert nodded his head and led him inside.

“Trust me I understand. Sometimes I forgot she’s nearly an adult.”

“You just want to keep them safe and wrapped away from the world.”

Robert nodded his head in agreement and they sat down at the front of everyone where their seats were.

Robert explained everything for Mr Evershed, the rules, the type of contest it was and what you would be doing.

“Here, look, she’s up.” Robert whispered.

He pointed to you and both your dads turned to watch you.

You waited for your cue and got ready, it was simple, you had to complete the course in the fastest time.

When the bell went you ran, jumping over things, running under things, climbing up and swinging across everything put in your way.

You were fast, and you did everything with ease with people cheering and chanting your name.

When you rounded to the final obstacle, you picked up the pace and you ran up the wall before reaching up, hauling yourself over the edge you slammed your hand on the button to stop the timer.

“3 minutes and 29 seconds! The fastest time by just one second!” The announcer cheered.

Robert and Mr Evershed stood, cheering and clapping and you beamed proudly as you slid down the ramp you ran up and ran over to the other contestants who had finished.

“Sorry Jay, you just weren’t quick enough.” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes, lightly punching your shoulder.

“I woulda had it if I didn’t trip at the end.”

“You did good, don’t beat yourself up. Coulda happened to any of us.”

You all watched the remaining contestants take part, and finally you were all allowed to go with your family and friends until the judges were ready.

You jogged over to your dads and you jumped on Robert, hugging him tightly.

“That was amazing!” Mr Evershed smiled.

Letting go of your adoptive dad, you turned to your biological dad and beamed at him. He held his arms out and you jumped on him as well, hugging him tightly.

“So who do you think has the win?” Robert asked.

You let go of Mr Evershed and you all sat down.

“Well, it depends on if the judges decide whether Jays fall was because of the course or because of himself. A few people stumbled there so they’re checking it out to decide now.” You said.

They nodded and you all spoke about the competition and you explained all the aspects to Mr Evershed.

Then the announcement came for all contestants to line up and you did.

They announced third, second, and then it came to first.

You and Jay had the fastest times, and you both looked at one another.

“And for first place with the fastest time of 3 minutes 29 seconds, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

You beamed and walked over to the podium and stood on it, letting them give you the medal and the trophy.

Looking behind you, you held a hand out to Jay.

“Come on.”

He beamed and took it, letting you pull him up and you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, both of you holding the trophy for the rest of the photos.

You let him take the either the medal or the trophy, and he chose the medal, and you walked back over to your dads.

“Ready for that dinner?” Robert smiled.

“Yeah!”

You turned to Mr Everhsed.

“You’ll come too, right?”

“If your dads okay with it yeah.”

“Yeah, come on.” Robert grinned.

So you all had dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate.

A few weeks later you had another English test, and you were anxiously waiting your score, and Mr Evershed decided to keep your paper until last and waited for people to leave.

“Damn did I do that bad?” You asked.

He laughed, walking over.

“The opposite actually, you passed!”

You gasped and tackled him into a hug, and he laughed, hugging you back.

“Yes! I passed?!”

“Yeah! And if you keep it up soon enough you’ll be smashing through your exams with flying colours.” He smiled.

Pulling away, you looked at the test paper happily.

You leant against your dad, and he smiled, hand on your head as he looked at his watch.

“You want to go celebrate?” He asked.

You looked up at him.

“I thought I couldn’t leave school with you?”

“Well, your dad rang up and explained everything to Mrs Carter. You can leave school with me, and I can drop you off too. I can do pretty much anything your dad is allowed to do, with his permission on some things however.”

You quickly nodded your head and grabbed your bag, stuffing your test into it.

“Yeah! Can we get ice cream!”

“Let’s get ice cream!”

You beamed and you were practically bouncing down the hallways out to the car park, and you ran around his car and jumped in.

Mr Evershed took you both to a small desert place and he handed you a menu to look through you.

“Can I get chocolate mint?”

“Really? Chocolate mint?”

“It’s nice!”

“I’m starting to question if you’re my daughter you know, chocolate mint is not a nice flavour.”

You reached over and slapped your menu on his head and he smirked at you.

“Yes you can.”

He ordered for you both, and you looked around.

“So, why chocolate mint?” He asked.

“Well, it’s nice. Refreshing, and I like the weird taste mint ice cream leaves.”

“You’re so strange.”

“I know, it’s great. You’re basic you got vanilla. That’s a basic flavour Mr Martin Evershed.”

“Ouch full name just because I got vanilla ice cream? That hurts.”

“Good I’m glad it does. It should.”

“Really? Oh really now? Is that how we’re playing this?”

The waiter brought over your ice cream but before you could take yours Mr Evershed grabbed the bowl and put it next to you.

“No!”

You reached over and he pushed your hand away.

“Nope, only nice people get ice cream.”

“No! Martin you can’t do that! I’m your child!”

“It’s exactly why I can do it.” He grinned.

You kept trying to reach your ice cream and he kept pushing your hand away while he ate his ice cream.

Giving up. You took his ice cream and smirked at him.

“Two can play that game.”

You grabbed his spoon and stabbed it into his ice cream.

“Hey! No! Make your own ice cream a paste! Not mine!”

He quickly swapped the bowls and you both grinned at each other.

You began mashing your own ice cream and he shook his head a little bit at you.

“So, are we going to be nice now?” He asked.

“Uhm no. You’re still basic.”

You grabbed your bowl and held it away from him.

Your milkshakes arrived and you happily sipped yours, and you looked at his.

“Strawberry, do you want to try some? I can get another straw.”

“See I want to say yes, but I’m like really allergic to strawberries.”

“Okay absolutely none for you then. Are you allergic to anything else?”

“Basic bitches…”

“(Y/N) (L/N)!”

You laughed loudly and beamed proudly at him.

Mr Evershed just smiled at you, shaking his head.

His phone chimed and he looked at it.

“Your dad says he’s got to work a little later than normal, he wants to know if you’re going home or if you want to stay with me until he comes to pick you up.”

“I wanna stay with you, can we stay in town though?! There’s so many cool things I wanna look at!”

Mr Evershed smiled and nodded his head.

“Absolutely.”

You grinned and sipped your milkshake, happily mashing your ice cream into a paste still and Mr Evershed smiled softly at you.

He thought getting to know you was going to be hard, but it wasn’t, and he was hoping he’d be able to get to spend more time with you and learn everything there was about his daughter

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine

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double-hoe-seven · 2 years

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How the AFC Richmond guys proposed

I’m just feeling a type of way tonight and it’s been a minute since I’ve done a Ted Lasso headcanon. How did it happen? How long had you been together? Etc.

A/N: Don’t worry, there’s gonna be a part two with the rest of the team, I just didn’t want to make this exceedingly long.

Part II

Isaac McAdoo

He decided to propose on his birthday, so that was fun.

The guys had all come over to celebrate his 26th birthday at your shared flat.

You came out with the cake that was basically a giant Rolo and realized he was gone when you were setting the cake down.

When you asked where he was, Colin said he just went to grab something from inside.

“There’s the man of the hour!” Moe says happy.

Of course, when you turn around to ask what he needed, he was down on one knee with a ring in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.

It wasn’t a big fancy ring; it was a nice subtle gold band with both of your birthstones meeting side by side.

“Isaac?” You stared in surprise.

“What do you say? It’d be a pretty great birthday present.” He’d partially joked.

The anticipation radiating off his teammates was almost tangible.

“Yeah-yes, I say yes, obviously!” You answered through tears.

The guys erupted in cheers so loud they could only come from a football team.

You’ve never seen Isaac so happy then you cut the cake and he realized it was a giant fucking Rolo and he had something to be even happier about.

Richard Montlaur

Good ol’ Frenchie.

This man dialed the romance up to 100.

He asked your parents first.

He waited until your two-year anniversary and took you to Paris.

He took you to all these different hole in the wall places that weren’t mainstream and crowded with tourists.

One of your last nights in the city, he took you on a sunset cruise on the Seine river.

Shortly before you reached the Pont-Marie, he got down on one knee and pulled out the most stunning ring; the white gold band had simple lines etched into it with an oval diamond on top. It had a uniquely vintage look to it.

He hadn’t even gotten the words out before your jaw was on the floor.

Halfway through the question, you were just nodding.

“You’ll marry me?” He asked excitedly.

Still speechless, you just kept nodding quickly, hastily wiping the tears from your cheeks before pulling him into a kiss after he slid the ring on your finger.

Jamie Tartt

Jamie is not the most romantic man in the world

But even he has his moments

The proposal was not one of those moments

For how big his personality is, the proposal was incredibly subtle.

You'd stayed in for your birthday and made a nice dinner together.

He'd gifted you a stunning fire opal pendant necklace on a rose gold chain with matching earrings.

It wasn't flashy, it was minimalist and versatile. You could wear it any and everywhere (and you probably would).

After dinner, you settled in watching a movie together and you noticed him almost squirming in his seat.

"Whats wrong Jamie?" "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, babe." "Would you want to, you know, marry me? Like if I proposed to you, would you say yes?" He asked nervously, like he was unsure and bracing for rejection.

You stared at him for a minute, processing what he’d asked. Then you noticed him squeezing something in his hand.

“Jamie?” “Just-yes or no- would you say yes if I asked you to marry me?”

You pecked his lips softly and put your hand over his comfortingly. "Of course I would, love.”

He let you open his hand to reveal an opal ring, matching the necklace and earring set he’d given you.

“Jamie Tartt, if you’re asking me to marry you right now, my answer is a million yeses.”

Sam Obisanya

This man was extra.

He planned the most romantic weekend getaway to a cabin in on the beach in Blackpool.

It was nice to just be alone together for a few days.

The night before you left, he planned a wonderfully romantic evening that ended at the Blackpool Tower.

As you were watching the last of the sun’s rays fall below the horizon, he knelt down and took the little box out of his pocket.

He cleared his throat to get your attention and your eyes grew to the size of the moon when you saw him.

He just offered a sheepish smile. “For almost five years you’ve been more than my girlfriend. You’ve been my number one supporter, you’ve been my best friend, you’ve been my rock and more than that, you’ve been the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, raise a family with you, and grow old with you so will you marry me?”

His entire demeanor is nervous and unsure while he waits for your answer.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Sam.” You finally answer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

Dani Rojas

This man.

I swear to god, this man is lucky he has a face you can’t say no to.

He took you to Guadalajara for his parents' 50th wedding anniversary so you could meet his entire family.

He showed you all the places he hung out when he was a kid, introduced you to his old friends, took you sight seeing; the whole nine yards.

While at the Rotonda de Los Jaliscienses Ilustres, he just kneeled down and simply asked you to marry him. In front of his entire extended family.

Obviously, once the shock wore off, you said yes, repeatedly.

His parents were beyond thrilled, his mom started crying happily and hugging you tightly.

They let you spend the last couple nights of your stay there alone together.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker

#AFC Richmond #Sam Obisanya #Sam Obisanya Headcanon #Dani Rojas #Dani Rojas Headcanon #Isaac McAdoo #Isaac McAdoo Headcanon #Jamie Tartt #Jamie Tartt Headcanon #Richard Montlaur #Richard Montlaur Headcanon #Ted Lasso Headcanon #Ted Lasso #AFC Richmond Headcanon

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Happy Birthday once more and Congratulations on your 2k milestone!!!

🔥: Hangman finding Phoenix wearing an article of his clothing for the first time 💕

Join the 2K/Birthday Celebration!

Hangman frowned slightly when he rolled over in bed and his hand hit nothing but empty space beside him. Sitting up, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, as if that would somehow make his girlfriend reappear.

Girlfriend.

It was funny finally getting to call Phoenix that. After months of denying his feelings for her, it felt good getting to officially be hers and call her his. Their relationship was still very new and clumsy in a lot of ways, but they were figuring it out together.

She’d spent the night at his place last night, which was why he was confused to now be waking up without her. For a moment, his stomach did an uneasy flip. He couldn’t help but remember all the nights when she’d slipped out of his bed before the sun came up, leaving him bereft of her presence as he slept alone after a night of making love to her. But she wouldn’t have done that now. Not after everything they’d been through and confessed to each other.

Climbing out of bed, he grabbed a pair of boxers out of the drawer and slid them on before making his way towards the kitchen. He could hear the clink of pans and utensils, which made him release the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. She was still here. Of course she was.

Turning into the entryway of the kitchen, he rested his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his bare chest, smiling to himself. He realized in an instant that she had her AirPods in, otherwise she would have turned around the second she heard his footsteps. He didn’t mind though. He liked watching her like this, when she didn’t think anyone could see her.

She was standing at the stove, her hips moving in rhythm to whatever song she was listening to. Humming softly under breath, she cracked a few eggs into the pan, a satisfying sizzle erupting as soon as the yolk hit the steaming surface. From the cheese and sliced peppers she had laid out on the counter beside her, he knew she was making omelets.

He was so caught up in how unbelievably stunning she looked, standing there with the morning light cascading over her dark hair through the open kitchen window, that he almost didn’t realize what she was wearing. It was one of his Texas Longhorns football T-shirts. He’d had it for years, but he didn’t think he’d ever loved it as much as he did in that moment. It fell over her slender frame like it was made for her, the worn hem brushing against the backs of her bare thighs. He was torn between wanting her to wear it forever and wanting to tear it off her right that instant so that he could ravage her on the kitchen floor.

He was prevented from acting on the latter when she suddenly turned around and let out a gasp, clutching her chest with one hand and pulling her AirPods out with the other. “You scared the crap out of me, Bagman,” she laughed, shaking her head. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he grinned, pushing off the wall and walking into the kitchen, where he wasted no time in gathering her up into his arms. “We’ve got to work on your powers of observation, Minx,” he teased, smirking down at her.

“Oh, yeah? Well maybe you’re just a—what did you call Bob that time? A stealth pilot?” she teased him right back, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“And you’re a thief,” Hangman laughed, lifting the seam of his T-shirt off her shoulder.

“It’s comfortable,” Phoenix grinned, glancing down at the faded orange shirt. “And it smells like you,” she added nonchalantly.

That sentence alone did about a million things to him all at once.

“It looks good on you,” he murmured, running his hands down her arms. “But I bet it would look even better on the floor,” he added with a mischievous wink.

“Eggs first, then maybe we can think about that,” Phoenix smirked, turning back to her omelets.

Hangman didn’t mind. Stretching out at the kitchen table, he enjoyed taking in his new favorite view of his favorite little minx in his favorite shirt.

#🔥#2k/birthday celebration #drabble #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun #top gun: maverick

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newstfionline · 6 months

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Sunday, November 5, 2023

Fall back: Daylight saving time (AP) Brunch dates and flag football games might be a little easier to get to this Sunday, when phones grace early-risers with an extra hour of rest before alarm clocks go off. The downside: Next week across most of the U.S., the sun will set well before many folks step foot out of the office, leaving them to run errands or take walks in utter darkness. Come Nov. 5, daylight saving time is out and standard time is in, and will last until March 10. Molly Hart, spokeswoman for AAA’s Auto Club Group, warned that there may be an uptick in accidents on the road following the time change. “With daylight savings coming to an end, what people really need to be focused on is their driving now in the afternoon when it’s darker earlier,” and when they may be feeling drowsy, she said.

Acapulco can rebuild from Hurricane Otis. But what about violent crime? (Washington Post) Before Hurricane Otis tore through this once-famed Pacific Coast resort, the Las Olas luxury condominium complex was already expecting a dismal turnout for this Día de los Muertos weekend. The wealthy owners of the oceanfront vacation homes were too afraid to visit. Many would-be visitors feared being robbed or kidnapped on the highway in. Then came Otis. The most powerful storm recorded in the eastern Pacific smashed into Acapulco on Oct. 25, ripping chunks out of the 16-floor building and exposing a skeleton of girders, rods and cables. Forty-six people are dead and 56 are missing, authorities said Friday; people here believe both numbers are likely significantly higher. But the Category 5 hurricane was only the latest calamity to hit Acapulco. The coronavirus pandemic kept visitors away. And organized criminal groups have made the city a battleground. At least 16 crime syndicates are active in Guerrero state, according to Defense Ministry documents, trafficking drugs, extorting businesses and conducting kidnappings. They exert such control that when two alleged drug traffickers were arrested in July, thousands of people besieged Chilpancingo, the state capital, to demand their release.

In Shetland, the Hottest Event of the Year Stars Sheep and Knitters (NYT) The sheep came spilling over the hillside, emerging through the low mist where the green earth touched the gray sky, running down into the fields below. They were ready for their big moment. It was Shetland Wool Week, and visitors from around the world—most of them women and nearly all of them knitting enthusiasts—were streaming to the Shetland Islands, a far-flung archipelago north of the Scotland mainland, to see the famed fleeces. The weeklong festival, established in 2010, is both a way to spread a cherished tradition of knitting and celebrate the local culture, and a commercial opportunity for the area’s sheep farmers, wool spinners and craftspeople. “What Shetland Wool Week did was offer us a shop window to an international audience, which we probably would have had great difficulty finding,” said Ronnie Eunson, who established Uradale Farm decades ago. “It’s a whole new world, these ladies who knit.” Across the islands, knitters were everywhere, with the rhythmic click of metal needles providing the background soundtrack to island life.

Storm Ciarán brings record rainfall to Italy with at least 6 killed. European death toll rises to 14 (AP) Record-breaking rain produced floods in a vast swath of Italy’s Tuscany region as Storm Ciarán pushed into the country overnight, trapping residents in their homes, inundating hospitals and overturning cars. At least six people in Italy and one person in Albania were killed on Friday, bringing the storm’s death toll to 14 across Europe this week. Throughout the day, the storm brought more death and destruction as it moved eastward across the continent. In Albania, police said a motorist died when he lost control while driving a car, which slid and hit barriers. Many roads in the country were flooded, including in the capital, Tirana. Huge waves pummeled the Adriatic shores of the Balkans, and strong winds uprooted trees and ripped off roofs.

Russia steps up its aerial barrage of Ukraine (AP) Russia unleashed a wave of nighttime drone and missile attacks across 10 of Ukraine’s 24 regions, Ukrainian authorities said Friday as they prepare for another winter of infrastructure bombardment by the Kremlin’s forces. Ukraine’s air force said it intercepted 24 of 38 Shahed drones and one Kh-59 cruise missile launched by Russia. The attacks caused fires in homes and public buildings, especially in the southern Kherson region which Moscow has increasingly targeted in recent weeks, emergency services said. Authorities reported that two people were injured. Last winter, Russia took aim at Ukraine’s power grid in an effort to deny civilians light and heating and chip away at the country’s appetite for war. Ukrainian officials accused the Kremlin of weaponizing winter.

Earthquake in Western Nepal Kills More Than 150 (NYT) Search and rescue operations continued in Nepal on Saturday after a powerful midnight earthquake in the country’s west killed at least 157 people and left hundreds injured, government officials said. Rescuers were working to push through roads blocked by landslides and debris to reach the mountainous villages where the earthquake struck. Officials cautioned that the death toll was likely to rise as communication was restored with areas that had been cut off.

Israel deports thousands of Palestinian workers back to Gaza’s war zone (AP) Israel on Friday deported thousands of Palestinian workers from the Gaza Strip back to the besieged territory, Palestinian authorities said, capping what many described as harrowing weeks trapped in legal limbo since their detention when the Israel-Hamas war erupted. Some workers, streaming by foot through an Israeli crossing that had been sealed shut since Hamas unleashed its brutal attack on southern Israel Oct. 7, told of violent mistreatment by Israeli authorities in detention centers. “We sacrificed and they treated us like livestock over there,” one of the workers, Wael al-Sajda, said from the border, pointing to his ankle fitted with an identification bracelet. Al-Sajda was among the roughly 18,000 Palestinians from Gaza allowed to work in menial jobs in Israel. The workers sent home on Friday talked about a massive roundup and being placed in Israeli prisons. Some returned with bruises and other wounds from what they said was abuse at the hands of Israeli authorities. Others returned psychologically scarred. At least one, 61-year-old Mansour Warsh Agha, returned in a body bag.

Many are killed near a Gaza hospital, in a strike the Israelis say was aimed at Hamas. (NYT) An Israeli airstrike hit near the entrance of Al Shifa Hospital in Gaza City on Friday, killing multiple people, according to Gazan and Israeli officials, just as Palestinians said a convoy of ambulances was preparing to leave the hospital carrying wounded people to the Gaza border, to cross into Egypt for treatment. The Israeli military said it had carried out the strike on an ambulance “being used by a Hamas terrorist cell,” adding in a statement that “a number of Hamas terrorist operatives were killed in the strike.” An Israeli military spokesman, Maj. Nir Dinar, confirmed that it was the same strike that caused the explosion outside the hospital. The head of Al Shifa Hospital, Dr. Mohammad Abu Salmiya, said that 15 people had been killed and 60 were injured.

The average Palestinian in Gaza is living on 2 pieces of bread a day, UN official says (AP) The average Palestinian in Gaza is living on two pieces of Arabic bread made from flour the United Nations had stockpiled in the region, yet the main refrain now being heard in the street is “Water, water,” the Gaza director for the U.N. agency for Palestinian refugees said Friday. Thomas White, who said he traveled “the length and breadth of Gaza in the last few weeks,” described the place as a “scene of death and destruction.” No place is safe now, he said, and people fear for their lives, their future and their ability to feed their families. The Palestinian refugee agency, known as UNRWA, is supporting about 89 bakeries across Gaza, aiming to get bread to 1.7 million people, White told diplomats. But, he said, “now people are beyond looking for bread. It’s looking for water.” White pointed to other major problems. Sewage is not being treated and instead is being pumped into the sea, he said. “But when you speak to municipal workers, the reality is once their fuel runs out, that sewage will flow in the streets.”

African Freedom of travel (Foreign Policy) In a growing trend across the continent, Rwandan President Paul Kagame announced on Thursday that Kigali will no longer require travel visas for Africans who want to enter the country. Kagame hopes the move will boost intracontinental tourism at a time when 60 percent of Africa’s tourists come from outside the continent. Gambia, Benin, and Seychelles have already waived visa requirements for Africans. And on Monday, Kenya signaled that it would also cancel similar travel visas by Dec. 31. The moves mark the continent’s latest efforts in a yearslong campaign to strengthen Africa’s trade and tourism revenue, complementing the launch of an African passport in 2016 and the African Continental Free Trade Area in 2019.

A teen died. Now his friends visit his grandma for breakfast each week. (Washington Post) Peggy Winckowski’s alarm goes off at 5 a.m. every Wednesday. It’s time for her to make her famed pancake batter, fry up bacon and eggs, and chop fresh fruit. By 7 a.m., about 30 hungry teenagers arrive at her home in St. Louis, ready for breakfast. They have showed up every Wednesday of the school year since October 2021. “They all give me a hug as they come in,” said Winckowski, 66. “They call me ‘Grandma Peggy.’” The “Wednesday Breakfast Club” tradition came about after Sam Crowe—Winckowski’s grandson—then a freshman at Bishop DuBourg High School, floated the idea to his friends. The school has a later start on Wednesday mornings, and Crowe and his classmates typically went to a diner to have breakfast before class. One Wednesday morning at the diner, Sam told his friends that his Grandma Peggy makes a better breakfast than the restaurant. So, after checking with his grandmother—who eagerly offered to host her grandson’s friends for breakfast—a small group of high school students showed up at Winckowski’s house the following Wednesday morning. And then every Wednesday since. In July 2022, when Sam was killed in a car crash at age 15, the students grieved with Grandma Peggy. She told them they were still welcome for breakfast. More students than ever showed up. Winckowski’s home can get crowded, she said, but they make it work. Aside from Wednesdays, some students stop by to visit Winckowski on other days, too. “It melts my heart every time they show up,” Winckowski said. “I’ve lost my 15-year-old grandson, but in his place, Sam gave me 30 extra grandbabies,” she continued. “I think Sam is directing this from above.”

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Heathers au: Beautiful Songfic

This is more centred around Veronica/Marinette so not really any mentions of Heather/Heather/Heather. Sorry if someone’s done this before I apologise I just got into Heathers like two days ago. Also I changed some lyrics and took others out to make it more “realistic”. Sorry I suck at endings, it’s 5:30am rn and this is my first fic so be nice please! (I’m on mobile so I can’t add the keep reading tag so sorry if you don’t like this) xxx

I brushed down my dress: I couldn’t give them anything to criticise me over. Everything had to be perfect. I had to be perfect. Chloé sat next to me, my beautiful fiancée, slipping on her kitten heels. She may be 3 months pregnant but no Bourgeois woman would be seen wearing flats. I was in a red floor length a line dress — I grew out of my childish pink years ago, before it even went out of fashion! My hair was twisted into two plaits that were knotted together into a stylish bun at the back. Chloé meanwhile had stuck to her white and gold aesthetic, currently in a slim fitting white dress, showing off her small baby bump, decorated with gold jewellery. I rummaged through my drawers, trying to find a lipstick, when a thin book toppled out. I picked it up, and laughed fondly when I saw what it was.

My old Collège and Lycée diary.

I flipped through it, landing on the page that stuck most clearly in my mind. It was the day my class reminded me of my current reality at that time, shocking me out of a bubble that had surrounded me during the summer holidays that year.

September 1st, 1989.

Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year!

And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?

I bit my lip. What happened? I knew darn well what happened. Lila Rossi. She came in, flaunting her friendships and connections, a new disability every other week to cry about, another rumour about me coming out every 3 days.

Alya ended our friendship, Adrien continued to cry about Lila’s feelings. Lila just kept doing what she did best. The class gave up on changing my mind and instead decided that calling me names would be better. Because logic?!

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Burnout!” “Bug-eyes!” “Poser!” “Lard-ass!” Were the insults they liked to yell daily. Yeah, they weren’t the most creative...

We were so tiny, happy and shiny. Playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing and napping. Baking cookies, eating paste.

Nino and Kim used to come over to the bakery when we were kids, where we’d gorge ourselves on sweets, before celebrating our sugar rushes by chasing each other in the park and then crashing on my sofa, cuddled in blankets and laying on top of each other.

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger. Like the Huns invading Rome. Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon. College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...Just not today.

I scoffed at my optimism back then. Them changing? They never did, I don’t know why I bothered trying at that point. I should’ve moved on but hey! We all make mistakes. It’s just that sometimes you make 11 friendships worth of mistakes.

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Cripple!” “Homo!” “Homo!” “Homo!”

I cringed as I read their old “insults”. They would write homophobic messages across my locker, getting Alix to spray paint a few slurs across my work after I came out as bisexual.

Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma. Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls, no smoky French cafés. Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!

I had purposefully sent out applications to universities far away from these people, from Paris. All three schools accepted me, something I can’t say about my classmates, most of whom were rejected for essays on false information (sourced by Lila) and a quick scan over the Ladyblog meant not a single newspaper would even consider my ex-best friend. Gabriel Agreste, as I later found out through my internship in America, had to bribe several schools with double tuition to get even one to accept Adrien, after he got exposed as sexual harasser and disgraced hero “Chat Noir”. I turned back to my diary, having to peel off rock hard gum from the page that someone had smeared in “revenge”.

Le Chiên Kim. Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.

“What did you say to me, skank?” He would yell, his fist raised in the hallway.

“Aah, nothing!” I then cowered. I may be Ladybug, but he was 150lbs of pure rage. No one can compete with that!

But I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. We can be beautiful...

“Marinette! Wide load! Honnnnnk!”

He was the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

“Hey! Pick that up! Right now!”

“I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?” He used to snarl, his hands covered in sauce from knocking my tray.

I stood my ground, I had been practising for this moment. “Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on me. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.”

Kim then smirked, crouching down to eye level and pressing a finger to my forehead. “You have a zit right there...” he pointed out, causing the cafeteria to laugh at my expense.

I used to ask myself “Why... Why do they hate me?”

And hear Adrien whisper “Why don't I fight back?”

Watch as Max Googled “Why do I act like such a creep?”

Listen in on Lila stamping her feet in the bathroom asking “Why won't he date me?” Clearly frustrated.

Kim panicking as he wondered “Why did I hit him?”

And Chloé sob down the phone “Why do I cry myself to sleep?”

I would stay up late, screaming, begging. At my lowest points I would cry out “Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!”

I remember when I first met my real friends. The famed trio had gone into the bathroom and I followed after them, clearly my throat.

“Who are you?”

“Uh... Marinette Dupain Cheng. I crave a boon”

“What boon?” Chloé asked, filing her nails.

“Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. If our class think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone...”

Chloé threw her nail file out and began circling around me, running her hands through my hair, commenting that “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure!” Before coming to a conclusion.

“And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; and Kagami, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.” Sabrina and Kagami, chimed in, echoing her words.

“Let's make her beautiful...”

“Let’s make her beautiful...”

“Make her beautiful...Okay?” Chloé ordered, dragging me out with Kagami and Sabrina, driving me to her hotel. They sat me down, taking my hair out of its bunches and brushing it out. Kagami painted my nails a deep navy with surprising precision, manning my cuticles. Sabrina twirled my hair into a high bun, leaving a few pieces at the front to frame my face. Chloé came back from her wardrobe, throwing a blue blazer and grey skirt at me. I changed into my outfit for them, to which they clapped their hands in glee. They dragged me back to school, taking in everyone’s reactions to the new and improved me. This became my new daily outfit for the rest of the year — the class couldn’t find anything bad about it, and even if they did Chloé would threaten them with her father’s power.

I was happy with my squad. Kagami taught us Japanese and Chloé taught us American English that she’d picked up from her mother. I taught them self defence, under the guise of learning it from my mum, unknowingly training them for the day I would rip Chat Noir’s miraculous from him, before slamming it into Kagami’s palm. I needed help that day, so thrust them bee and the fox miraculous at Chloé and Sabrina respectively. They became permanent heroes, Kagami under the name “Noirette”, Chloé under the new guise of “Buttercup” and Sabrina “Renard Rouge”. Akuma attacks have never lasted more than 15 minutes since we got rid of that alley cat, and we’ve been closing in on Hawkmoth recently.

I shook my head, snapping the crude book shut, throwing the diary in the bin. Today was going to be the day I made peace with all that happened, our 10 year school reunion. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna make up with anyone, just that I will finally leave everything behind. I found my lipstick and smeared on the crimson lip, smacking my lips together. I grabbed my clutch and helped Chloé stand up, though she wobbled a little in her heels. I slid her miraculous into her updo, blowing a kiss at her as to not ruin her makeup.

We met up with Kagami and Sabrina in the hallway, Kagami in a wine red suit with gold jewellery, and Sabrina was in emerald green to compliment her red hair. We stepped into the limo awaiting us outside and set off, arriving at the school 10 minutes later. We walked up the steps, hitching up our dresses and arrived in the courtyard. It had been lit up with fairy lights, with stands of food and drinks scattered around the court. Our old classmates were huddled in small groups, whilst Mlle. Mendeleiev’s was in a large group, enjoying each other’s company after 10 years apart.

No one noticed us, until Rose pointed at me and whispered “Who’s that with Chloé?” The group turned to stare at us, trying to place my face. Adrien looked up from talking to Lila, who seemed to be flaunting a rather tacky Gabriel engagement ring, and whispered,

“Marinette?!”

The class began gossiping amongst themselves, “Marinette? Marinette? Marinette?!”

I ignored them, their childish ways were behind me, and walked up to Aurore and Mireille, fawning over their relationship. They turned Kagami, asking her about her life and squealing over her Olympic medal for fencing. I grinned as I watched my old class, happy that they had moved on from each other — well apart from Alya and Adrien, who were still hooked on Lila. I was finally, content! I thought back on my diary, one particular paragraph standing out to me at this time.

And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels, lookin' like hell on wheels...My God, it's beautiful! I feel so beautiful... And when you're beautiful...It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Chloé boasted my achievements, my business, my awards, and the entire of Mendeleiev’s class started chanting “Marinette! Marinette! Marinette!”, much to my embarrassment. I boasted her’s in return, Sabrina revealed how far she’d come as a lawyer, Kagami swung her prized sword from side to side as she listened to us all catching up, laughing at the memories.

It really was a beautiful day.

#lila salt #adrien salt #class salt #marinette deserves better #alya salt #mlb #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #chloe sugar #kagami tsurugi #sabrina raincomprix #heathers au #beautiful heathers #songfic

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egcdeath · 3 years

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a blip in the reader-verse

chapter 3: someone in the crowd

summary: in your expedition through the multiverse, you find yourself in the crowd of a war bond show.

warnings: somewhat of a bittersweet ending

word count: 1.8k

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Steve sat up abruptly, breathing heavily and heart racing from the vaguely distressing experience of being in someone else’s dream. And to top that off, the stakes of being in the dream were extremely high. If he couldn’t contact you and convince you that something was off, he could be stuck here, in the wrong universe, forever.

Steve rolled over and sighed, only to be met with the curious expression of the Ancient One, and nearly jumping out of his skin.

“Did it work?” She questioned, and Steve wordlessly nodded while anxiously cracking his knuckles.

“So now we wait?” He asked, turning his body around so his feet were planted firmly on the floor. Feeling the ground against him gave him a slight sense of comfort, knowing that he was back in the real world.

“You and I cannot take that risk. I’m going to try to send your consciousness into another universe, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find your way home. If not, then… I’m not sure what else there is to do.”

“It’ll work though, right?” Steve looked up at her through furrowed brows.

“We can only hope so.”

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Before your eyes even opened, you noticed the all-encompassing raket of a crowd clapping and hollering for… Captain America?

You opened your eyes and glanced around at your surroundings. If you were sure of one thing, it was that you weren’t in a time that was even somewhat close to yours. That quickly became clear to you as you observed the people sitting around you, and the astoundingly monochrome clothing of those around you.

You looked down at yourself, and observed your own time period appropriate outfit, your knee-length flowered dress fell nicely against your body, but the shoulder pads weighing on your collarbone kind of made you feel like a football player. You also quickly caught onto the fact that your watch seemed to turn itself into a pendant on your neck. You then glanced up at the stage, and noticed your alarming proximity to it.

As the curtains on the stage opened, a profound silence fell across the audience. You looked up at the platform expectantly, and you were not disappointed when your boyfriend of many years popped out.

Except, he seemed much more jovial. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t so dark, and he seemed to have a lightness in his step as he pounced around the stage. In the midst of your ogling, the woman next to you leaned over and set a hand over your knee.

“Didn’t I tell you he was gonna be cute?” she whispered in your ear. At the sound of her voice, you felt a wave of recollection surge over you.

This was your friend Aaliyah, just like your closest childhood friend back in your own reality, who’d dragged you out to this war-bond-promotion thing to see her man crush of the week.

“He’s really dreamy,” you concurred, not taking your eyes off of the man.

“So you’re not mad at me for bringing you out here anymore?” She asked, an air of teasing in her voice.

“Shh!” a voice from somewhere above you hissed down at the two of you.

The both of you rolled your eyes, then you looked over to Aaliyah and shared a knowing look with her.

You looked back at the stage, and watched the routine play out, giggling to yourself at times. The whole show had been at least 10 times funnier, now knowing Steve, even if this wasn’t exactly your Steve.

In the midst of a giggling fit, Steve glanced down at you, and flashed you a pearly grin. Despite seeing that beautiful smile millions of times, you couldn’t help but to slightly swoon, and look over at Aaliyah excitedly.

She gaped her mouth open at you, and pointed at you with a brow furrowed in confusion, ‘You?’ she mouthed. You responded by pointing at yourself with an equally shocked expression, and mouthing, ‘Me?’

It seemed like the show was over after that, and the lights in the room slowly rose back to their original colors.

“Holy shit!” Aaliyah squealed, grabbing your arm. “Did Captain fucking America smile at you?”

“If you saw what I saw, then yes!” You grabbed her opposite arm, “we have to celebrate this somehow, right? I think this deserves celebrating.”

You were honestly surprising yourself with the words coming out of your mouth. Part of you knew that Steve looking at you was a regular occurrence that you were used to, but the part of you that actually lived in this universe’s feelings must’ve been strong enough to override even the most logical part of your brain.

“Uh, hell yeah it deserves celebrating. Let’s go!” The two of you stood up, and you straightened out your dress a bit before squeezing through the aisle of chairs, and heading out of the concert hall.

Leaving the hall turned out to be more of a hassle than you’d initially expected. The lobby towards the exit was packed like a can of sardines, and you and Aaliyah seemed to be standing around for an excruciatingly long period of time.

During this period of time, you zoned out a bit, only half-listening to Aaliyah drone on about some new John Ford movie.

In this downtime, you decided to ask yourself why you hadn’t left this universe yet, since this was so clearly not the one you belonged in, and not the reality your Steve was in. You came to the conclusion that your morbid curiosity of what may happen next in this reality was more than enough to motivate you not to leave. Besides, who knows? Maybe you could learn a lesson about yourself, or some other corny thing like that.

Lost in your own thoughts, you failed to notice the built blonde man draped in a brown trench coat and looking down speed walking straight into you, and sending you stumbling back into your friend’s arms.

He looked down at you with worry in his eyes, and extended a hand out to you quickly. “My gosh, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed.

Steve.

Of course, fate had decided to bring you to the man (who technically wasn’t really your man).

You gladly accepted his hand, and let him pull you forward a bit. Your cheeks warmed at the little touch, and you swore you could sense Aaliyah gawking behind you.

“Again, my apologies…?” You could tell that Steve was leaving an opening for your name.

“Oh, uh, Y/N,” you smirked a bit at him.

“Let me make it up to you, Y/N,” he offered politely, and speaking softly so that he wouldn’t attract too much attention.

“Make up pushing me on accident?” You giggled at this. Steve somehow managed to be a bit of an unsmooth dork in every reality.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. But only if you want me to… make it up to you,” a bit of a rose tinted blush was clearly visual on Steve’s face.

“I would love that.”

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“The perks of having a circus monkey take you out, is that he knows all of the back entrances and exits,” Steve explained while weaving his way through the building.

“Is that some sort of saying from the 40’s?” You casually threw out, following behind Steve as the two of you made your way through the back of the concert hall. As soon as you realized the weight of your words, your eyes went wide.

“What?” Steve asked, looking back at you while the two of you continued your trek.

“Nothing,” your eyes bounced around the room, and you tried to think of something to change the subject to. Luckily for you, you’d arrived at the door, and that was subject change enough. Steve opened the door for you, and held it as you walked through.

You immediately recoiled at the scent of the city. Simply put, it smelled like the Industrial Revolution. Quickly playing it off, you turned your head to look at Steve, and reach out to grab his hand.

“So, where are you planning to take me, Captain?” Steve gladly accepted your hand back, and you happily intertwined your fingers, despite the slight dampness you noticed on his palms. Was The Captain America sweating from nerves from being around you? You’d have to mentally note this to tell Aaliyah later.

“Well, there’s this diner somewhere around here that I’ve heard is pretty good. You interested?” He glanced over at you, and you pursed your lips as you faked deep thought about the proposition.

“You really know the way straight to a gal’s heart, huh?”

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You had been sitting in a booth across from Steve for what must’ve been hours now. The conversation between the two of you seemed to flow naturally, as if you were longtime friends. In a way, you kind of were, but in another very real way, this was just the beautiful start of something that would blossom more with every second you spent with Steve.

You picked at a napkin, and Steve glanced down at his watch.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concern clearly present in your tone.

“It’s just really late, and my manager’s gonna be pissed if I miss my flight tomorrow,” Steve sighed sadly, and reached into his pocket for a pen. “I’ll be trading New York for Wisconsin. So exciting, I know, but we gotta get the war bonds somehow,” he chuckled.

“I get it,” you nodded sadly, then noticed Steve scribble something onto a napkin.

“You know Howard Stark?” he questioned.

“Heard of him,” you nodded slowly.

“Well, he’s working on this new thing. It’s just like a phone, but it comes with you everywhere you go. I have a prototype of it, I think it’s pretty neat,” he slid you the napkin. “This is it’s number. You can call me any time, anywhere, and I’ll pick it up.”

You smiled sadly at Steve, but accepted the napkin, folding it into a neat little triangle, and slipping it into your dress pocket. “Is this goodbye?”

“Just for now,” he stood up from the booth, and you followed suit, before he reached for your hand and laced your fingers with his.

The two of you silently walked out of the diner, hand-in-hand. Steve eventually pulled his palm away from yours, and started for the direction of his hotel. Although, before he could get too far, you scurried over to him, and pressed a quick peck against his cheek, catching him by surprise, “Bye, Steve. I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course. Bye, Y/N,” Steve waved as he departed, and you made your way towards the curb so you could hail a taxi.

A taxi quickly pulled up to you, and slipped into the backseat and muttered your address. The soft vibration against your chest that alerted you that it was time to go, did not go unnoticed by you, and you closed your eyes as you attempted to relax into the rather uncomfortable seat.

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banditthewriter · 4 years

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Lucifer Morningstar’s Soulmate

As part of my two year anniversary celebration, here is the first of my soulmate fics!

Trope: Having the first words that your soulmate will say tattooed on their body.

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Enjoy!

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Some people you knew had such lovely words on their forearms. They talked about the weather or a compliment. Of course words were a private affair, but no one else could see them until after the soulmate was found so it didn’t matter. There was no shame in having strange or odd words.

Your mother had an apology from where your father bumped into her at a football game. He had a curse because she had spilled coke all over her shirt. But they were happily married with three kids now.

Your best friend Denise told you about her brother’s words all the time. Apparently her brother was going to find his soulmate when he was being arrested. Which was strange because her brother was such a stick in the mud.

Of course all of those words paled in comparison to what you had scrawled across your arm in an elegant, old fashioned script.

Those are a nice pair of breasts you have.

It was mortifying when they first showed up because puberty was far in the future for you. When your parents asked what your words said, you lied.

As you got older, the words seemed to taunt you. You went through a phase of wearing baggy clothing so that no one could see anything. And in college you wore more revealing clothing, almost daring your soulmate to say the words.

But nothing.

It wasn’t impossible that you had words but no soulmate. Some people died before they met their soulmate and their other half spent the rest of their life waiting for the words. Somehow you didn’t expect to be in an assisted living facility and hearing someone talk about your breasts, so you knew you wouldn’t wait forever.

There were days where you completely forgot the words were there. You had planned a hundred different responses over the years, but some days you were just focused on other things. Like walking your dog or remembering to buy milk.

Or walking into work to find homicide detectives circling about the death of your boss. You put your sunglasses on your head as one of your coworkers explained that Tripp had been killed the night before.

“Wow, really? How?”

Your coworker dabbed at her eyes, but she looked more distracted than upset. You followed her gaze to a tall man that was following one of the detectives around. He was attractive in an almost otherworldly way, drawing all of the eyes in the room.

“Janine?” The girl startled and looked at you, her cheeks growing pink when she realized she had gotten distracted. “How did Tripp die?”

“Mr Kasen was shot. Multiple times. There is definitely an undercurrent that this was a personal attack,” the blonde detective explained as she made her way towards you. “I’m Detective Decker, that is my… associate, Mr Morningstar. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, correct?”

“Yes,” you said to the detective, shaking your head as you looked away for a moment. “I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to believe that Tripp is gone. We just saw him yesterday. We were all planning on going for drinks this weekend.”

The associate, Mr Morningstar, hadn’t come over with the detective. He seemed to be entranced by some of the photos on the wall that Tripp had recently hung up. You realized that at least a few of them were of you and felt heat fill you. Tripp had asked you to model for him since you had the right body type and you weren’t shy.

At least these weren’t boudoir shots. You thought those might be the ones from the beach though.

“What was your relationship like with Mr Kasen?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked over to Janine. She was basically drooling over the associate once more.

“Tripp was Tripp. I’ve been working here with him for about two years now. I’m one of his photography assistants but he’ll ask us to model for some shots sometimes.”

The detective wrote that down, her eyes snapping to her associate. She hissed a word through her teeth, drawing his attention to her. You thought it sounded like Lucifer, but no one would name their child that.

Surely.

“Were you ever in a sexual relationship with Mr Kasen?”

Your eyes grew wide and you snorted, unable to help it. Then you felt horrible because your boss was murdered, now was not the time to be ugly.

“Tripp was gay. That’s why we all felt comfortable doing boudoir shoots or bikini shoots for him, because it was completely about the aesthetic and not about the groping. We’ve all worked for photographers that were a little more handsy than others, but Tripp wasn’t like that. Tripp was… an amazing guy. I can’t think of anyone who would have wanted to hurt him.”

The detective seemed satisfied with that. Her partner had joined the three of you, his eyes not even going to Janine. No, he was looking you up and down like he was sizing you up. Or like he wanted to eat you.

“Those are a nice pair of breasts you have.”

The detective bit out ‘Lucifer’ in an exasperated tone, but that was barely over heard over your exclamation.

“Oh fuck me to high heaven,” you swore as you stepped backwards, your hand flying to your mouth to try to recall the words.

That had not been one of the different responses you had once planned. That was just the spur of the moment comment based on the sexiest man you’d ever seen saying the words on your arm.

Janine scolded you, offering an apology to the detective on your behalf. But the detective looked curious. Her eyes darted between you and apparently a man named Lucifer, her eyes narrowed. And Lucifer…

He looked like a kid that had just been given ice cream for breakfast. There was something incredibly gleeful in the slow smile he gave you as his eyes continued to move over you.

“Well I can do my best,” he promised in a low, sultry voice.

The detective smacked his arm and then rubbed her forehead. Then she looked at you.

“I’m going to have to talk to my captain about taking us off this case with this new development. You’ll probably need to give your statement to the new detective at some point. Should I just send them to Lucifer’s penthouse?”

You shook yourself from the fog you had fallen in while your soulmate undressed you with his eyes. You looked at the detective and forced your mind to recall her words.

“Yes. I mean, no. No, I won’t be at his penthouse. I’ll uh, I’ll write down my number and my address.”

Decker seemed impressed, but Lucifer was less than impressed.

“Uh, excuse me. Soulmates,” he said as he pointed at himself and then you, “so why aren’t we going to my penthouse?”

Janine gasped and turned away, leaving the conversation. Once she realized this wasn’t just a case of horny but an actual soulmate situation, she was out.

You didn’t blame her.

“Because soulmates or not, I don’t know you.” You wrote down your information for the detective and then wrote down your phone number for your soulmate. “This way we can get to know each other. And if that’s not okay with you, I’m more than happy to just cover this up with makeup for the rest of my life.”

You held your arm up to show that the words were now visible. There for everyone to see.

Decker smacked Lucifer on the arm again.

“I can’t believe those are the first words you said to your soulmate.”

“I’m an honest devil,” he explained with a shameless shrug.

He accepted the paper from you and slid it into his pocket. Then you watched him look around the room before he looked back at you.

“Did I hear something about boudoir shoots?”

A laugh was startled out of you, but you had to admit, despite all of your worries and insecurities over your soulmate’s words?

You were a little charmed.

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“Lucifer, did you take my shirt?”

The man in question adopted an innocent look as you walked past him in jeans and a bra. You knew you had a shirt when you had come over, but now it was nowhere to be found.

“What’d it look like?”

You shot a glare at your soulmate and lifted up the covers that were on the floor. Nothing there either.

“I mean it Lucifer, I need my shirt. I’m going to be late for the photo shoot.”

He shrugged as he leaned back in the chair in the bedroom, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily as you moved about his room.

“You could just leave clothes here, you know. You’re here often enough. Or just not leave. You don’t need to work as a photography assistant; I’ve seen your photography. Your name should be on those cards, not that wretch you call a boss.”

You put your hands on your hips as you turned to face him. When he still didn’t produce your shirt, you turned and started towards his closet.

“I’ll just wear one of your ridiculously expensive shirts. I’ll call it a fashion statement.” You threw open the doors and stepped into the massive closet. “Maybe I’ll tie it at the bottom and… LUCIFER!”

Lucifer joined you in the closet, a smirk on his lips as you looked. The back of the closet had been cleared out and hanging on the wall were various framed prints from the different shoots you had done with Tripp. Beach photoshoots, public shoots, and most likely all of the boudoir shoots you had done.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you back against his chest, his silky robe feeling nice against your back.

“When we found out that it was Tripp’s silent business partner that had killed him and who planned on burning all of the photographs, I knew that wouldn’t do. I bought them for a ridiculous price but because we arrested the murderer, I never had to pay. I guess that means I stole them. Bad devil.”

You laughed and turned around to face him, your arms going around his neck. He smiled at you before he leaned in for a kiss.

“That was six months ago Lucifer. You haven’t had them in here this whole time.”

He tapped you on the nose and pulled away to look at the wall.

“You’re right. And this is very obvious, anyone could see them. I have just the idea. You should bring over some clothes to hang on these rods to cover them up. Then only we will know they’re here.”

You were honestly amazed at the lengths Lucifer had gone to ask you to move in with him. And you also knew that if you hung clothes in there, those photos would move somewhere else. He loved to look at you.

“You’re devious,” you said as you moved to his side, wrapping your arms around him again.

He gently tugged you backwards and out of the closet, the two of you falling onto his ridiculously large and comfortable bed.

“I’m the devil darling, of course I’m devious,” he teased as he rolled you over so that he was on top of you.

His hands went up to your shoulders and tugged at the straps of your bra, his eyebrow raising in silent question. With a laugh, you leaned up to undo the clasp.

Screw it, you were already late for the photoshoot.

“Those are a nice pair of breasts, you know. That wasn’t just a line,” he promised as he leaned in to kiss you.

You laughed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well then I guess you better fuck me to high heaven.”

His eyes flashed as he leaned in, kissing you heavily.

“My pleasure.”

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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the 5 times jj fake proposed and the 1 time he did for real

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

wordcount: 2.4k

the first time he fake-proposed, he was drunk. when he was drunk, jj felt like he needed to proclaim his feelings to the world. he was ultra-touchy with charlie and liked whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and then liked bragging about her to his friends just as much. they were at beta’s spring formal and they were both at the level of drunkenness (after way too many glasses of champagne) where everything was funny.

“I’m gonna marry you, charlie.” he promised, catching her lips in a sweet kiss. she laughed, pushing his shoulder. “you’re drunk, silly.” he dropped to one knee in the middle of the dance floor, wearing a goofy grin. “charlie walker, will you marry me?” she rolled her eyes and hauled him up by the arms before too many people could notice. “eventually.” he laughed and grabbed a slim napkin ring from the formal dinner table, slipping it on her finger. it was way too big and fell off almost right away, but she stuck it in her purse anyway.

the second time, jj had just won his intramural football championship (thanks to charlie’s coaching) and they were celebrating at the bar afterward. he was running high on emotions, had a streak of dirt on his face from a tackle and was a little bruised, but was having the time of his life. on his third trip back from the bar, he found a little silver ring on the ground and pocketed it. his arm was slung around charlie’s shoulders all night, and after the second round of playing thunderstruck, he felt compelled to propose. again.

“charlie, you know I love you, right?” she reached up and swiped her thumb across his cheek, grinning. “of course I do.” he got down on his knee and fished out the ring from his pocket, smirking up at her. the cocky smile was enough to tell her he wasn’t serious. “maybank -” she warned, but he shook his head to cut her off. “listen, listen! I want to spend the rest of my life with you -” one of his brothers nudged him, wary. “dude, are you really gonna propose like this?”

charlie laughed, crossing her arms as jj shoved him away. “let me finish, let me finish! will you marry me, charlie?” charlie just sent him an amused smile, shaking her head. jj stood quickly and grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around. “she said yes!” he yelled out, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. she giggled as he slid the ring onto her thumb (the only finger that would fit). “I didn’t say anything!” he nudged his nose against hers, grinning. “shh, pretty girl, do you want free drinks or not?”

“I hate you.” she responded with a smile, blushing.

he nipped his teeth at her bottom lip. “come on, don’t talk like that to your fiancé.”

“oh my god.”

the third time, the two of them were surfing back in the outer banks. they were teasing each other all day, doing stupid shit like dropping in on each other’s wave and yelling flirty things when the other was riding a wave to catch them off balance. (jj even went as far to tackle charlie off her board in the still waters - just for fun.) after a few hours of surfing, they both laid on their backs on their boards out past the waves, arms draped over their eyes to shield them from the sun.

jj reached out and took her hand, floating her closer. “did you know otters hold hands when they sleep, so they don’t float away from each other?”

“really? that’s cute.” charlie mused with her eyes shut, about to fall asleep from the rocking of the waves.

“it’s adorable.” jj agreed. he pulled a piece of kelp from the water and stashed it in the pocket of his board shorts. “would you get married now?” charlie was way too used to his casual talk about the future by now, and didn’t even open her eyes. she squeezed his hand and smirked to herself. “depends, who’s asking?”

jj didn’t waste a beat to launch himself onto her board, promptly sinking the two of them. “charlie walker!”

she yelped, sputtering a little as she surfaced. “what was that for?!”

he splashed a little water toward her. “you know what that was for!”

she laughed, ducking away. “I couldn’t resist."

he rested his arms on her board as they treaded water and pulled the string of kelp out from his pocket. “I’m asking. would you marry me?” she eyed the kelp skeptically, then shot the look at him. “j. if that’s your idea of a proposal, you need to do better.” the tips of his ears turned red and he tossed it aside, putting on a smile. “I’m just kidding!” she gave him a short kiss, then nudged him off her board. “come on, one last wave. I’m tired.”

the fourth time, they were on the kiss cam at a south carolina football game. they were visiting for homecoming, one year after graduating, and he had been hinting at getting married more than his usual amount. just the week before, she almost had a heart attack when she found a small velvet box in his drawer, then realized it was just a pair of cufflinks she had given him before.

she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous about the idea of a proposal, exactly - she loved jj with her whole heart and couldn’t picture herself with anyone else, but the idea of such a big commitment was just...scary.

the kiss cam panned over toward them and she laughed before leaning over to catch his lips with hers - but he pulled away, getting on one knee. charlie stopped breathing. “jj.”

he grinned.

the stadium was dead silent.

charlie looked like she wanted to cry.

jj nudged her quickly, realizing he fucked up, and mouthed free drinks at her. she exhaled and nodded with a tiny smile and he got up quickly, hugging her tight so she didn’t break down and cry in front of the entire south carolina fanbase. the stadium erupted in cheers and the camera panned away as the game resumed.

he held her close for a long beat, wincing as she dug her nails into his arm. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” charlie murmured into his ear. he laughed weakly. “too far, huh?” she pulled away from the hug and pressed her hand over her heart, eyes bright and a little teary. he ran his hand through his hair, grimacing. “love you?” he tried.

she sat and pulled him down to sit with her, resting her head on his shoulder. “you need to knock it off.” he turned and kissed the top of her head, genuinely feeling bad. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, it was stupid.”

she pulled out her phone and showed him the numerous texts constantly lighting up her screen - especially the ones from her mom and dad. he gulped and charlie had to admit she felt a little satisfaction at him being uncomfortable too. “yeah, have fun explaining that one to my parents.”

jj had never been more thankful for a fluke south carolina win that day - he was pretty sure that was the only thing that got him out of the doghouse that weekend.

the fifth time, jj and charlie had just returned from a wine tasting tour on their anniversary and the sixth glass of rosé went straight to jj’s head. they were both handsy in the uber on the way home and barely made it through the doorway of their apartment before jj managed to pull charlie’s halter top off. he picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “can we at least make it to the bedroom?” she giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face.

he bit her bottom lip playfully and set her on the kitchen counter. “you’re lucky I didn’t take you right then and there at the last winery.”

“j.” she protested, running her hands through his hair. “bed.”

“patience, pretty girl.” he pulled back slightly to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside, then resumed kissing her, hard. he trailed a hand up her side, brushing his thumb over her nipple and loving the way she arched her back into his touch. “fuck, j, come on.” she whined, tugging at the waistline of his pants. he swatted at her hand and picked her up again, nipping at her neck as he walked them into the bedroom.

afterward, he kissed her sweetly, pulling the sheet up over her chest. “happy anniversary, j.” she told him with a smile.

“I love you so damn much,” he replied with a grin.

jj rolled over and rummaged around the nightstand for a second, pulling out a black velvet box. charlie shook her head immediately, reaching over and grabbing his wrist. “jj, no.” he paused, glancing at her with a confused expression. “I’m not joking this time -” she shook her head again. “jj, please, not now.” she pleaded. "but I -” she kissed him quickly to shut him up and took the box from him, her heart racing.

“please.”

he sighed, resigned, and took the box back to shove it back in the nightstand. “it’s never gonna happen at this rate.” charlie frowned and kissed him soundly. “no, j, just...not like this. I’m ready. but not like this.” that was enough to turn his mood around. “you’re ready? you’re sure?” she smiled a little and nodded. “yes. I promise.”

the last time, they were at their favorite lookout spot in berkeley. they had shared a lot of big moments there (a job promotion, a raise, their first real discussion about future children) and he knew he had one chance to get the moment perfect - since he had fucked up the first five times. he did everything right - called her parents in advance (less for her dad’s blessing, more for the courtesy), told grace beforehand, and had scheduled a photographer to wait in the bushes for the exact moment.

he was acting strange all day, to the point that charlie thought he was even a little bit mad at her for something she did.

she should have caught on, given that he got her a gift card to get her nails done a week ago - and her nails were hardly ever polished. but she appreciated the random gesture and got them done anyway, kind of loving the look. she should have caught on when he told her to wear his favorite dress (“you know, the one with the little blue flowers”) for a picnic up on the hill.

lucky for jj, she was pretty much clueless and went along with it when he pulled on a short-sleeved button down and dress pants, saying he needed to ‘break them in’ - weird, but whatever.

he slipped the ring in his pocket without the box, afraid the outline would tip her off. as they drove up to their spot with a cooler he packed in the back, he tapped his thumb on the wheel anxiously. “rough day at work, hon?” charlie asked sympathetically. he shook his head. “nah, just...jittery. dunno, must have drank coffee too late at work or something.” she nodded and reached over, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. he flinched away, scared she was going to feel the ring and she furrowed her brow. “jj, what’s up?”

he laughed, a little high-pitched. “nothing! nothing, just the coffee.” he lied, horribly. “...right.” she replied, dubious. he pulled up to the lookout and grabbed the cooler and blanket from the backseat, stashing the champagne under the car seat before she could see. as they laid out the picnic items, his hands were shaking like hell. charlie took his hands in hers and stepped close, kissing him softly. “you sure it was just the coffee, jj?”

he took a deep breath, looking around at their surroundings to make sure everything was in order. “sorry, just - I think I forgot something in the car, I’ll be back.” he left her standing there, confused and jogged back to the car. he checked over his pockets for the twelfth time that day, making sure he had the ring, then walked back. she had walked further out to the lookout, a few steps away from the blanket, and he decided to make his move.

jj walked up behind her then dropped down to one knee, pulling the ring out of his pocket. “charlie -” he started, shaky, and she turned around and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. “oh my god.”

“charlie walker, I -”

“you’re not joking, are you? please don’t say you’re joking.” tears were already welling up in her eyes and he grinned. “will you let me finish?”

she nodded, smiling ear-to-ear, a hand still pressed to her lips.

“charlie walker, the last three years loving you have been the best three years of my life and I can’t picture spending the rest of it with anyone but you.” he paused, blinking away what he swore wasn’t tears. “will you marry me?”

she practically tackled him to the ground in a hug, meeting his lips in a heated kiss.

he pulled back, laughing. “wait, wait, is that a yes?”

she nodded, grinning. “yes, god yes!”

he beamed, shifting her to his lap. “wait, you haven’t even seen the ring!” she laughed, kissing him again. “I don’t even care.” he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger, carefully. she gasped when she saw it, tears welling up again. “oh my god, j, it’s perfect.” he grinned. “yeah? I had a little help from your friends.”

she admired the ring, then gasped as she realized. “is this my grandmother’s?” he nodded with a proud smile. “she wanted you to have it, since you’re the only granddaughter. I got tipped off that you’d always loved it.” charlie’s bottom lip quivered and he laughed, pulling her into a kiss. “stop crying! this is supposed to be happy!”

she laughed. “I know, I know! I just...it’s all so perfect, jj. god, I love you.”

he grinned. “now you’re stuck with me forever, sweetheart.”

charlie beamed. “I can’t fucking wait.”

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asmileyoucouldbottle · 3 years

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Pink in the Night- Catradora

Word Count: 4491

Catradora high school AU. Best friends to lovers. Adora is the ever oblivious captain of the school's football team, The Horde, and Catra is just a gay panic crushing mess who's in love with her best friend.

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“Hey Adora.”

Adora spun around, her hand still on the towel she’d just slung around her neck.

“Catra!” She beamed, and Catra felt a little stir in her chest. Adora was decked in her football attire, exposed arms accentuating her muscle definition. Refusing to get caught staring, Catra twisted her lips into a smirk, shifting her gaze up to Adora’s eyes as a blush began to blossom.

“How was practice?” She asked, shifting her weight and placing one hand on her hip. A defensive pose. Though the only enemy is my traitorous heart. Catra thought with poetic annoyance.

“Great! Though I might have a little bruise forming from a ball Lonnie didn’t aim too well, but it’ll be fine.”

“Let me see.” Catra stepped forward, and Adora brushed her off.

“I’ll get some ice if it swells anymore.” She promised, and Catra rolled her eyes.

“Any more? ” She repeated dryly, eyes roving for a raised spot.

“Catra I swear I’m fine!” Adora’s words were exasperated, but her eyes were fond when she met her friend’s gaze. Catra felt herself begin to soften as well, and an unbidden smile rising.

A heartsick pang only Catra could feel ruptured the peace, and she leaned back against the locker beside her, faking relaxation. “If you say so.” She lifted one corner of her mouth to prove she wasn’t actually mad, and Adora moved to take off her jersey.

Catra whipped out her phone to give her somewhere else to look, but she couldn’t help but peer over the edge as Adora stripped down to her sports bra and threw on a tshirt with the lettering “Etherian Horde.” The cheesy design wasn’t flattering on anyone, so why couldn’t Catra tear her eyes away?

Face practically on fire, Catra ducked her head, hoping to at least somewhat hide her cheeks.

Catra cursed Adora for having this effect on her, scrolling aimlessly through her instagram with her thoughts only on the girl in front of her. The stupid blonde with stupid mucles and a stupid adorable smile.

Actually, Catra had to admit that her own hormones were probably partially at fault too. They were also stupid.

“Ready to go?” Adora called her attention, helmet under one arm and gym bag in the other hand. Catra shrugged her own backpack, and reached forward to grab the water bottle from the blonde’s hands. Their fingers bumped, and Catra jerked back like shocked. After her mini gay panic attack at the lockers, physical contact was not optimal for recovery. And she was nothing if not dramatic.

“Catra? Are you okay?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck- “Yeah of course I am, I just uh… muscle spasm.”

Adora gave her a funny look, and Catra shoved her shoulder. “Oh cut it out.” She scowled, and Adora burst out laughing.

“Muscle spasm?” She repeated in between giggles, and Catra felt her ears heating as she forced down a small giggle of her own with a frown.

“Yes! Now stop that.” Her voice bordered on whining, but Adora was merely set off again.

Groaning, Catra slid a hand down her face, peering at Adora through the space between her fingers. The slightly annoyed girl cleared her throat, and Adora gathered herself.

“If you’ve finished,” Catra started with emphasis, “want to go get a shake or something? I just got my paycheck yesterday, so I have money for the first time in two weeks.” Despite the fact that she hadn’t had spending money in two weeks, Catra didn’t regret anything. She had spent her last paycheck getting them both matching rune tattoos that read “Promise.”

To Adora it was probably some sweet nod to their promise of friendship as kids, but Catra held the vow close to her chest with an iron grip. Maybe she’d never be able to have this girl the way she dreamt of, but the word reassured her that Adora still wanted her… even if it wasn’t the same way that Catra wanted her .

No one except an obsessive linguistics nerd would be able to tell what they said, so Catra was safe from rumors as well. It was bad enough she’d had to survive them all throughout middle school, after one time a kid saw them holding hands. It hadn’t, and didn’t, stop Adora and Catra from holding each other close whenever they needed the other. With or without a crowd.

Even so, that was middle school. Middle schoolers were nasty little toes and always looking for someone to throw under the bus. Most of the highschool students were mature enough not to care, and if they were homophobic pricks, they knew not to mess with Adora. Not because she was threatening, rather, she was liked by everyone. But as the best athlete in this school, between both the boy’s and girl’s team, she practically had celebrity status.

That said, she also did have very big muscles.

Before she would do something stupid like loose all sense and stare at said muscles, Catra turned and stalked out the door, combat boots smacking the wooden floor. “Come on!” She called, and Adora hurried after her. It only took a moment for the blonde’s track shoes to line up with Catra’s own footsteps, so they were walking in sync. A smile came to Catra’s lips as she recalled memories of skipping together down the sidewalks, arm around each other’s shoulders while they struggled to match each jump exactly to the other’s.

As if on queue, Adora brought her arm to rest on Catra’s shoulder. The brunette scowled, as she did whenever Adora flexed the inches she had on Catra. Instead of shrugging it off, she saw her opportunity and jabbed her elbow, half playfully, into Adora’s side instead. Caught off guard, Adora yelped and stumbled before tripping and going heads over heels over a bench.

Catra peeped over to see her sprawled on the ground, head having landed on her backpack and feet sticking up in the air. Adora glared at her, disheveled but eyes bright. Laughing freely, Catra had to lean on the bench to support herself.

“Don’t just stand there, help me up!” Adora reached her hand up, a lock of hair hanging in front of her eyes that escaped her ponytail.

“Just give me a minute.” The sight of her messy hair unreasonably set her off again, and Catra held up a hand as she continued struggling to catch her breath.

Through her laughter, Catra hadn’t noticed the sound of footsteps before they were too late.

“Adora, what on Earth are you doing down there?”

“Shadow Weaver!” Adora sputtered and attempted to straighten, instead managing to hit her head again on the locker. “I was just uh, I tripped.” Catra muffled another laugh with a cough.

“You tripped.” The coach repeated, disdain filling her voice as she looked over at Catra. Despite herself, Catra felt herself stand a bit taller. Eyes narrowing, she continued, “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself just as the season is starting to peak.”

It was clear Shadow Weaver knew Catra was to blame, and also that she had no sense of jest. That, plus Catra had the strange sense that Shadow Weaver just hated her. She suspected it had something to do with the lesbian flag in her locker.

“Of course not!” Adora’s breathy response drew both of their gazes to her, and Catra took pity, snorting again. Extending a hand, she ignored her jumping heartbeat and clasped the blonde’s grip in hers. She had a nice view of Adora flexing her arm to pull herself up, and despite struggling with the physical contact, Catra couldn’t complain.

Shadow Weaver glowered at Catra as if she could read her thoughts. It was all she could do not to stick her tongue out at the Head Coach.

“We’re going to be on our way.” Not relinquishing her hold on Adora’s hand, Catra pulled the football player behind her and away.

“Bye Shadow Weaver!” Adora managed to call before Catra made a sharp turn out of her sight.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Adora hissed, “Catra, what was that all about?”

“She was rubbing me the wrong way.” Catra huffed, continuing to march on.

“You were rubbed the wrong way? I was literally on my back the entire conversation!” Adora exclaimed, and Catra cackled.

“Oh how I wish I got a picture.” She paused to laugh, “and then when Shadow Weaver came and I didn’t help you up you should have seen your face. It was all like “ah no! Betrayal. ” Catra lifted her free hand up and dramatically twisted her face.

Adora sighed, her face melting from annoyance to a bemused smile at Catra’s reenactment. Her curved lips kicked off something in Catra’s chest, and she thought she would do anything to keep Adora smiling.

This time Adora tugged her hand as she continued her walk, and Catra looked down at their pressed palms with slight shock. She’d forgotten about taking Adora’s hand, they had fit together so naturally. Now it came rushing back, and she was frozen with not knowing if she should tear it away or let it be.

Settling for not doing anything and letting Adora take the lead, Catra knew she looked like an overenthusiastic kindergartener had taken a red stamp to her face. That is to say, a red flustered mess.

Taking an extra large step, Catra came up along Adora’s side. Adora fished around in her pocket for a moment, before retrieving her phone. Before Catra realized what she was doing, Adora had angled the camera at their joined hands and snapped a picture.

Ripping her hand away, Catra jumped back, cheeks burning. “What are you doing?!” She spat, and Adora looked at her with slight reproach, though if Catra wasn’t mistaking, she looked a bit flustered herself.

“I was trying to take a picture of our tattoos!” She stuttered out. Catra felt a pang of guilt. I must’ve freaked her out. Again.

“Well we don’t need to be holding hands to do it.” She grumbled, secretly wondering how she could get that picture. Hand feeling cold suddenly, she shoved them both in her pocket with a glower at the traitorous limb.

Catra looked up at Adora, an awkward silence stretching. Adora’s ears were pink as she looked at her phone, and Catra tapped her shoulder.“Sorry, I just…” There were a million ways to finish the sentence, but none that wouldn’t make this any more awkward. Opting to leave it open ended, Catra didn’t finish, instead stepping forward to push open the door with her shoulder.

“Ummm… did I tell you about how Kyle let the frogs loose in the science lab yesterday?”

The momentary tension dissipated as Catra continued her story, animated with grand gestures and facial expressions. She warmed as Adora laughed, the late afternoon sun making her face glow.

***

Catra kicked open the door of Mystacor Cafe, and made her way to their typical table in the window.

“Adora,” Catra turned her head, and frowned when her blonde wasn’t beside her.

“Adora?” She turned completely around, and wasn’t entirely surprised to see the athlete exchanging high fives and greetings with groups at other tables as she passed.

Glimmer waved in her direction. “Adora! I saw the pictures you sent me, I take it Operation Get the Cat-” Her face went stricken when she caught Catra’s eye, and the rest of the sentence was finished also as a mumble, “is going well.”

Completely confused, Catra looked over to see Adora glaring at Glimmer, cheeks flaming red. She was refusing to look back at Catra.

Operation get the Cat?

Adora still wouldn’t look at her, and went back to talking to the cheerleaders, who were beginning to look a little too flirty for comfort. Trying to shake off any tangles of jealousy, Catra sighed, dropping her bag as she slid into her chair. Propping her feet up on the table, she considered the rips in her jeans, deciding that they would look even better with another a little further up her thigh.

Tilting her head, Catra studied Adora. She would look good with a few rips in the sleeves of her jacket… just to spice things up.

“Hey, Brain-Damaged!” Adora turned her head, and Catra burst out in laughter, almost falling out of her chair.

“Did you actually just respond to ‘brain-damaged?” Catra wheezed. The group of cheerleaders who Adora had been talking with looked over at her with curiosity, and Adora crossed her arms, pink tinging her cheeks. “Well, you were talking to me weren’t you?”

“Yes, but still. ” Catra hopped up onto the table as Adora rolled her eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve called me that.” She grumbled, and the brunette smirked.

“I think it suits you.” She announced, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. Adora seemed to be seriously considering marching over and pushing her off the table. Both to aggravate her further, and make sure Adora couldn’t literally shove her over, Catra stretched out so she was lying on her stomach. Head propped in her elbows and feet kicking, she concluded “along with idiot” with a wink.

“HEY CATRA!”

Catra started, making a noise akin to a hiss.

“GET OFF THE TABLES!” Glimmer called from behind the counter, where she was working.

“Oh, can it Sparkles!” Hopping off the table, Catra turned to acknowledge her friend with a stuck out tongue. She returned it before turning back to the coffee machine.

“Are you done tormenting Glimmer?” Adora sat down across from her, and Catra looked up at her. Bits of hair were falling out of her ponytail and sticking to her forehead, and there were a halo of flyaways. It looked damnably attractive.

“I wasn’t tormenting her.” Catra emphasized. “Actually, I was trying to bother you. She just had to spoil my fun.”

“I think she was more concerned about doing her job than ‘spoiling your fun.’”

“Whatever. By the way, I was thinking about customizing your sports jacket…”

Adora gave her a wary look, ““What exactly did you have in mind?” In response, Catra held up her long black painted nails with a wicked grin.

“Absolutely not.”

“ Ughh fine, you’re so boring.” She squinted, tilting her head. “It would look good with two little rips on each arm…” Leaning forward suddenly, she was about to slice, but Adora grabbed her wrist.

“ Catra.” Adora looked down at her sternly. “We are not ripping up my team jacket.”

Catra held her gaze defiantly for a few moments, and there was a shift in the air between them. She couldn’t say what it was, but suddenly she wasn’t looking at Adora’s eyes, but rather… ��in them. Her heart fluttered and her wrist went weak. The moment stretched, and they were only inches apart…

Adora blinked, and the spell was broken. She dropped Catra’s wrist in a rush, her eyes darting away as color bloomed across her cheeks. Catra felt her mouth fall open slightly in shock, though she didn’t know if it was belated shock from the moment or the fact that it had ended. Blood rushed to her cheeks as sat back, still in temporary mental paralysis.

Adora had just looked into her eyes, and then blushed.

But… she had also pulled away.

The mixed signals made Catra want to scream, but was there a possibility?

Adora stood up suddenly and gestured with her arm, turning her face away. “Come on, let’s go order.”

They went to the counter, ordering their usual milkshakes, chocolate for Catra and strawberry for Adora. Mere seconds after they’d sat down, Catra reached over and snatched Adora’s shake, holding it out of her reach as she “taste tested.”

Catra held it up and behind her head, leaning as far back as she dared while Adora reached over the table. “You- you pest!” Adora shrieked, and Catra laughed two times harder.

“ Pest?” She repeated, teasingly mocking. “Who says pest?!”

“Glimmer said it yesterday.” Adora huffed, continuing to reach.

“Actually, that is a very Glimmer thing to say, but not something I’d expect you to repeat.”

In a last ditch effort, Adora jumped out of her seat and lunged. Catra’s chair tipped back, and suddenly she was falling as the blonde reached forward to try and stop it.

It was like slow motion. Adora, moving in an attempt to stop Catra from tipped completely backward, stepped forward and onto a forgotten gatorade. The bottle rolled and her foot slipped out from under her, and then she was going down as well. Falling forward towards Catra while she backwards, Adora threw out her arms to stop herself from face planting into the other girl. Catra landed on her back with a shock, but whatever breath was left in her body left her lungs when she opened her eyes to see Adora’s face millimeters from her own.

A deep blush spread across Adora’s face, starting at her nose and working its way until the entirety of her cheeks and forehead were reminiscent of a cherry.

Neither of them made a move, and Catra’s heartbeat was beating so erratically she was certain she was seconds from a heart attack.

That would be a fun gravestone. “Cause of death: Gay panic induced heart failure.”

Her eyes traced Adora’s eyelashes, dark and full despite her blonde hair. The grey-blue of her eyes locked into hers, and Catra inhaled sharply.

Was there a heterosexual explanation for the way she was looking at her?

Blood rushing through her head, Catra froze as Adora’s face moved minimally closer to hers, lips tingling with anticipation, and thoughts whirring into white noise-

“Hey! Catra, Adora!”

Like a shaken soda pop, Catra jolted backwards, and Adora stood up so fast it seemed impossible. Breathing heavily, Catra tried to make up for the lack of oxygen intake from the last, what- minute? Five minutes? Ten? How long had Adora been there, face in front of hers, inching closer….

“Uh…. sorry.” Adora gave her a hand, and Catra pulled herself up. They were inches away again, and the brunette took a jittery step back. Her hand tingled from the contact, and she shoved them in her pockets, unable to look Adora in the eye.

Bow was looking between them, an unreadable look on his face.

“We fell.” Adora explained, breathless. Catra sneaked a look at her, and saw the pink was refusing to fade.

The possibility that Adora could ever like her back seemed so absurd mere week ago, even an hour, but now… Catra didn’t know.

Ridiculous.

But… was it?

Overwhelmed with thoughts and shaky nerves, she crouched to pick up the strawberry smoothie. It’s contents were all over the floor, and Catra was about to stand up again to get napkins when Adora crouched down.

“I’ve got it.” She started to clean up, paper napkins in hand. Their shoulders were touching, the blonde’s ponytail brushing her cheek.

“Uh, thanks.” Adora turned to Catra, and once again their faces were far too close.

Knees weak, Catra stood up and stumbled into her seat. Bow had turned it upright, and he was now leaning against the table.

“Sooooo…” He looked at her again, one eyebrow raised. Catra gave him a glare, and he raised his hands.

“So.” Adora plopped in her chair, her cheeks still stained slightly pink. Catra thought of the pink contents of the strawberry milkshake spilled on the floor, and Adora’s eyes meeting her own…

It was all too much to take in.

“I just remembered I have… uh… extra, er, calc homework. But I will catch up with you later!” Not even waiting to see their reactions, Catra slung her backpack over her shoulder and tried not to run out the door.

***

Scaling the tree alongside the house with ease, Catra came level with the second floor window and knocked.

She didn’t even have to wait a full two seconds before the curtain was pushed aside. Adora was wearing a black tank top and sweatpants, her hair up in it’s classic ponytail, though it was messy, as if she hadn’t bothered to redo it since this morning. Catra tried to ignore how the tips of her ears felt slightly warmer.

The window opened with barely any complaint, and Adora poked her head out. “What’s up?”

“I’m heading up to the roof if you want to join me.” Catra let go of the branch with one hand, so she was leaning out precariously.

“Show-off.” Adora mumbled, and Catra winked. The blond’s gaze immediately flicked away, and Catra felt a little jump in her chest. Adora turned to grab a blanket before starting to crawl out of the window with some difficulty, despite having done this regularly since they were kids. Catra leapt up the branches until the top of the house, where she transferred to the roof with ease. Adora came in her own time, and settled beside the brunette, shoulders touching as their legs dangled over the edge. The sun had just set, and a hazy dusk was settling over the town as they looked out.

They didn’t speak for a while, just sat with each other. For years they’d been doing this, and they had gotten to the point where silence spoke just as much as words.

But now, the silence was charged, and Catra’s mind was full. Full of Adora. The girl beside her, who had always been beside her. She who had bangaded scraped knees, laughed off mean spirited teasing, taught her how to ride a bike, sat with her when no one else would… all the way up until their relationship now. The person who was always there for her, whether it was to do something small like make fun of Shadow Weaver’s pretentious dresses, or provide a place to stay when her parent’s fighting got too loud.

Fueled by these emotions, Catra moved her hand to settle on top of Adora’s.

Adora started. Catra kept her hand there, frozen as she waited for Adora to make a move, waiting for rejection. Though the action itself was miniscule, Catra could feel how everything shifted.

Her hesitation was brief, but the time it took almost killed Catra. Instead of moving away, she flipped her own hand palm up and intertwined their fingers.

She felt a flutter as her breath caught. Feeling almost above her body, Catra turned to look at Adora. A moment later, the blonde turned her face as well.

The space between them was practically nothing, and the rest of the twilight fell away as she caught Adora’s eyes. There was something there, a wanting, as they searched Catra’s own.

Adora leaned forward, and Catra did the same.

The twilight fell away, as did her stomach. The kiss was tentative, and lasted only a moment, as if they were both uncertain. When they met each other’s eyes again, Catra moved back the tiniest amount.

“Do you really want this?” She asked, her heart and voice trembling with anxiety. This was the chance for Adora to back out and pretend it hadn’t happened, or admit that it was spur of the moment and unwarranted. She could end all of this with a single word. Dread slithered through Catra, but she remained firm. She wouldn’t take advantage of this if it wasn’t okay with both of them.

Adora took both of Catra’s hands in hers, and gave her a wide smile, one that sent Catra’s stomach whooshing and her heart floating. “Absolutely.”

Catra beamed back, full of light. This time, there was no hesitation. She brought her lips to meet Adora’s again, and put all that she had, years of yearning and wishing, into it. Though her emotions hit her with all the power of a comet, the kiss was tender. Sweet. Loving.

When they parted, Adora grinned, looking practically starstruck.

“Wow.” Her voice had taken on this sort of… dorky… quality, and Catra couldn’t help but giggle.

“You dummy.” She rested her forehead against Adora’s. “I love you.”

The words, spoken with sudden bravery, seemed maybe a little too heavy for someone who she had only kissed twice. Or was it once? Did it count as two?

Either way, Catra knew it was true. She’d known it was true for years, but she had no idea if they would ruin this beautiful thing they’d just created. So she tensed, waiting for the fall.

“You love me?” Adora repeated with slight disbelief, but not repulsed.

Catra laughed lightly. “You are such an idiot.”

“I love you too.” Catra turned to look up at Adora, her turn to be shocked. After the kissing, she was expecting her to like her at least, maybe a lot, but…

Love?

Adora’s eyes said it all, and feeling close to bursting, Catra responded by closing the gap once more.

With the knowledge that this actually meant something, it was even better. Catra brought her other hand around Adora’s waist, and they leaned into each other fully. A warm feeling spread throughout her, and Catra thought about how long she’d wanted this. To love Adora, and be loved back.

Adora leaned forward a little more, and every thought left her head besides Adora’s lips.

It was messy and warm, just like the two of them. Darkness was coming in on them rapidly, but Catra never wanted to leave this roof. Not if it meant she got to have Adora.

Breaking apart, Catra remembered that Adora was wearing a tank top, and she wasn’t too warm either with her fishnet sleeves. With slight disappointment, she reached over and grabbed the blanket that Adora had carried up. Adora took one side, and threw her arm over Catra’s shoulder, bringing her in close. Catra tucked herself into Adora’s side, contentment washing over her.

The sky was a shade of blue that couldn’t be described as light nor dark. It was dusky, and Catra noticed the first star. Nudging Adora slightly, she pointed. “Look.”

There was a moment of silence, before Adora asked, “What did you wish for?”

Since they were kids, they’d always come up here to watch for the first star and make wishes. And of course they’d always share their wish with each other, because the “bestest of friends” bypassed the rule about your wish not coming true. Instead, they had declared, if we told each other, the wish would be twice as strong. Because if Catra wanted something, Adora wanted her to have it, and visa versa.

Catra didn’t have to think too hard before finding a simple truth. “More nights like this.” She decided, looking up at Adora.

Her face melted into another smile. “Wish granted.” She declared, resting her head on top of Catra’s.

“What about you?”

Adora considered. “I actually think I have everything I want right now.”

“You sap.” Catra whined, but her words had no effect once she started kissing Adora again.

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To Study (Insects) │3

Pairing: Clark Kent (MoS) x Original Female Character

Warning: Shitty Parents, Fluff

Word Count: 3k~

Summary: Clark and Connie; 18 and Graduation.

A/N: Just Enjoy!

Pomp and Circumstance blares through the stadium grade speakers as the high school seniors walk in a steady line across the green football field, each gracefully taking a seat in the white lined chairs as gusts of light wind nearly blow off more than a few white caps.

The graduating class of 98’ consisted of 79 students, almost all of the girls donning a pair of wedged sandals, seeing as a pointed heel would’ve slid right into the grass, and almost all of the boys wearing obnoxiously colored sneakers.

Principal Johnson tapped the mic that was strapped to the brown podium and cleared his throat, “Fellow Graduates; It is my greatest pleasure to see you off into the world, and knowing that all of you will make the world a better place. Hardships, and tough times tried to keep you down, but you all strode for success… and look where you are.”

Claps echoed the stands as proud parents rooted and hollered for their children.

“I am with deep certainty that each and every one of you fine adults will go off from this school, and follow the dreams you’ve spent years creating. Some of you will go to college, actually, I hope more than some,” he joked.

“And others may travel the world and see all of what it has to offer. And well, I know there are some of you out there who still haven’t the slightest idea on who they want to be. And that’s okay!”

A ripple of chuckles went through the class of graduates, “You don’t have to know what you want to do; you just have to be willing to try. All of you have the will to achieve greatness.”

“You are not defined by the person you used to be, or even the person you will become, but by your actions and how you impact the world.”

The band started up again and the graduates clapped and hollered for the Principal. “Congratulations Class of 98’!”

All of the students leapt up and tossed their caps into the sky, friends hugging one another in celebration and utter happiness. Connie had just stood up when two strong arms slipped around her waist and lifted her sky high, eliciting a yelp of surprise.

The grip was strong and the biceps she reached down to grasp could only belong to one overly muscled but still baby faced country boy.

“Clark!” Her yelp went unheard as he boisterously laughed and started to make his way out of the crowd of overzealous students, dodging the people engaged in bro fives and girls with running make-up and sobbing over friends. His hands felt warm and large on her stomach. It was like being held by a teddy bear.

From this height above the rest of the crowd, the figures of Martha and Jonathon Kent were easy to spot, and Connie failed to stifle a giggle and the arms holding her sped up in a bumpy jog.

It was more than difficult to keep her hair from flying all over the place as she bobbled along. He could be like an overgrown puppy at times.

“Guys!” Martha yelled, “Over here!"

Clark stopped short in front of his parents. A grunt left his clenched lips as he set Connie back onto her two-inch wedges. There was no time for her to enjoy being regular height, or say a grateful ‘hello’ to either Kent.

The thick forearm of Clark slipped around her cushy waist like a slippery serpent.

The smiling face of Martha warmed her heart, “Look at you two,” and her voice was as warm as an apple eye. Being around Martha used to make Connie crave her own motherly affection, but by now, Martha was the best she was going to get.

“Thanks for coming, you two,” Connie gushed. Her own arm wiggled from the space between her and Clark’s body, eventually slithering to cup his waist. They looked like the perfect couple.

“Please, we wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Martha insisted. Reaching into her mint green purse she pulled out a handheld camera. The two graduates groaned, but only Clark spoke up.

“Really, Mom?”

Martha waved him off, “Oh, hush up, Clark. Your mother only sees her babies graduate once, and if that means a few pictures, then you’ll be smiling for every one. Now, get closer you two.”

Any closer and they’d never come apart.

The flash of the camera shined in their eyes, and it was over as quick as it started. Connie smiled until it hurt, and tried to keep any redness from her cheeks as the hand on her back started to rub in a slow circle. Warmth blossomed in her lower back, and god, she could practically taste Clark’s mischievous smile. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“So, are you two up for some brunch?” Martha asked. “Or if you’d like, I could make us something at home.”

Connie bit the inside of her cheek; it was such a bad time to bring it up.

They were all enjoying each other’s company; they didn’t need her to bring up the family drama that lurked at her home. But it was better to get it done with than avoid it any longer.

“Actually,” She interjected, slightly moving away from Clark’s warmth. “I wanted to ask if you’d run me by my place. I promised my dad I’d drop by after graduation. You know; show him the diploma and all. It’ll just take a few minutes.”

The three Kent’s were silent for a few seconds.

“Are you sure about that, Connie?” Jonathon coaxed with a raised brow.

She could taste the questioning worry in his voice, but brushed it off and nodded with a thin-lipped smile.

“Yeah, I think he’ll be happy to see me. Its…” she thought for a moment.

“It’s been a while.”

The ride away from the High School was tenser than fly trapped in a spider’s web. Martha and Jonathon sat in the front while Clark sat in the back next to Connie.

There was nothing playing on the radio, and all the windows were up. Her hand rested on the middle seat, fingers strumming an irregular beat. Normally, Clark’s hand would intertwine with hers, but his were straining in a tight grip against his thigh.

The tightness of his jaw ripped at her soul. It was no mystery that Clark hated—no, despised Walter Mayfield. Maybe, an emotion deeper than she understood, something darker than disgust and rage connected Clark and Walter. She breathed in deep, trying to find the courage to reach over and hold his hand. But it never happened.

The Mayfield farm was more decrepit than any of them remembered.

Jonathon turned off the car and turned in his seat. “Do you want me to come in with you?” He offered.

It was tempting but she shook her head and undid the old leather seatbelt. It was hard for her to ignore the way Clark was visibly holding himself back from saying anything, and turning the car handle seemed to hurt worse than a third degree burn.

“I’ll only be a second,” she promised, shutting the door and moving away from the car.

The air smelt dry; drier than the dirt under her wedges. It was thick and felt like it could clog her throat if she breathed it too long. The shining sun blinded her eyes and she kept her head down on the trek to the front door—taking no mind to the even creakier porch steps and missing rocking chair.

The brown door seemed scarier now than ever before. She had no house key; there was no point to having access to somewhere you didn’t live anymore.

Her knuckles rapped against the aged wood with the hand not gripping the diploma, teeth gnawing into her bottom lip as seconds passed.

A crash echoed inside the house and Connie readied herself as the lock turned from the other side. It’s now or never, she thought, standing straight with her head held high.

The door was lurched open with a gust of air, and her eyes widened at the sight of her Walter Mayfield. Time hadn’t been kind to him, and neither had the glass bottles littering the floor. Dirty blonde hair, missing teeth and the look of a crazed man were what any regular person would have seen; but she just saw her dad.

“Hi, Dad.”

His left eye twitched something ferocious.

“Connie.”

His voice had become rougher than gravel; probably smoked twice as much as he drank. Dirt caked his fingernails and a dried redness smattered the inside of his elbow. He was the picture of being at the bottom, and Connie instantly hated herself for ever coming back here. This was a mistake, she said to herself.

“I finished high school, Dad.” She held up the white diploma for a split second, watching his eyes follow its movement—up and down, “I—I thought you’d want to know.”

Silence hung between the two Mayfield’s; Connie holding her breathe with trepidation, and Walter staring silently. Neither had moved from their positions on the porch, and all three Kent’s were watching from the car window. Just in case Walter tried something.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Aren’t you going to say anything to me, Dad?” she tried to coax an answer from the man she’d once called her father. But he hadn’t been a man in a long time, or ever really. Trying to see past his shoulders into the run down house was the last thing she wanted to do.

Too many memories—bad ones mostly—lied inside those molded walls.

Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Walter opened his mouth.

“Go ‘way, Connie.”

And he shut the door in her face, the slam echoing through her head long after he’d walked away from the last piece of living flesh he had. Hiccups tried to take home in her throat, and a river tried to flow from her honey pot eyes.

Was there any timeline that she’d imagined where he’d welcomed her with open arms? What lie had made her believe he’d be happy to see her? It was always going to go like these… and yet, it hurt so much worse.

Warm arms—and the scent of chopped wood and the freshness of dewy wet grass on an early warm sunrise—roamed the air around her clouded mind. It was soothing and sweet, to be in the arms of Clark. He enveloped her in his bear like arms and held her close.

It was a space she never wanted to leave. His clean-shaven face found home in the soft sweetness of her neck, and a solemn kiss found her skin. His lips could chase away any demons.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into her skin, nose rubbing against her warmth.

They stayed that way for only a few seconds and Clark gingerly turned and led them back to the truck. Each step felt like carrying pounds of cement, but with Clark around, she would never fall.

His strong hands sat her inside the truck and shut the door, running around to hop in himself, grateful to leave behind the Mayfield farm in a cloud of dust.

It was nearing 9, and Clark was already upstairs waiting in his pajamas when Jonathon rested against the doorway of the kitchen, eyes watching Connie.

His presence visibly scared her, and she jumped—clutching her heart.

“Jesus, you scared the daylights out of me.” Her hip leisurely shut the fridge, two pieces of blueberry pie topped with smooth whipped cream jammed onto one plate.

“Did you need something? Clark and I were going to watch some movies till one of us passed out.”

A beat of silence passed between them, Jonathon eventually clearing his throat. “I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Oh.” That hadn’t been what she’d expected to hear.

“It’s alright, really. I—I should’ve expected it.” The pie plate dinged as she rested it on the cloth-covered table. “I think it would’ve been weird if he wasn’t like that. It takes a lot for people to change, and I just—I wanted…”

“He may not show it, but I bet he’s proud to have a daughter like you.” Jonathon interjected. “Martha and I sometimes wish you’d been ours.”

“I don’t think it would be in my best interest to be Clark’s sister.”

They both let out a breathy laugh. The whipped cream on the chilled pie was starting to run onto the plate.

“There’s something I want to show you.” Jonathon said, stepping from the wall and making his way to the backdoor. “It’s been a long time coming, and there’s no better time than the present."

“O—Okay?” she slowly muttered. “Is this the Kent dead body that you guys keep tied up in the barn?”

He turned and raised a solid brow, urging her to follow him outside. She tried not to think of where they were going; there was no way this could be anything bad.

This was Clark’s dad; he was the nicest man in town. But as they stalked along the shortly trimmed grass, and the cold chill set into her bare feet, the possibilities flew through her mind.

The thumbnail of her left hand was bitten particularly hard as Jonathon Kent pried open the barn doors, the smell of hay and obstructing her senses.

Her eyes closed as clouds of dust rushed into the air—no ones cleaned this place in ages—and opened to watch Jonathon reach up for rope hanging from the ceiling.

She gingerly stepped onto the wooden floor and tried not to shiver; it was freezing. Her eyes followed the rope, hands tugging to open to floorboards just in front of them.

“What’s down there?” she asked shakily, a sense of slight… it wasn’t fear, but a crossbreed between dread and nervousness. They didn’t actually have a dead body, right?

“What?”

“This—“ his finger pointed at the space hidden under the barn, “—is what we found Clark in. He was just a baby with a set of lungs that wouldn’t stop crying unless Martha held him.”

Connie still couldn’t really understand what she was seeing, or what he was saying.

Out of all the things that the Kent’s were hiding—every little town had families with secrets—but the secret being that Clark was from space was a little out there.

“So… Clark isn’t Martha’s?” She looked at Jonathan. “And you two found him in this, 18 years ago?”

He nodded with the most serious face she’d ever seen, but the words spilled out like a floodgate, “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but you have to know how this sounds. Right?”

“It’s why we’ve never told anyone.” He explained, wiping a hand down his withered face. “We kept this from Clark for most of his life. Martha and I never wanted him to know about where he comes from, but then the accidents started piling up. We didn’t have a choice.”

“You two did your best to protect Clark.” She sympathized.

He stepped down into the hole, and Connie quickly followed. Hey eyes took in the glossy ship, and she found herself reaching forward and placing her palm against the sleek metal. It was cool and smooth, and her palm leisurely moved along to the more patterned area, feeling the bumps and grooves.

It could’ve easily been mistaken for some type of rare metal, but a part of her was starting to believe that this was a spaceship.

“You’ve kept a spacecraft under your barn for 18 years…” she gulped, “And Clark is…”

For some strange reason—in some deep corner of her brain—this wasn’t that crazy. It wasn’t like Clark hadn’t been different from the other kids from an early age, why he seemed to be bigger and stronger than every other kid in their graduating class.

How he pulled a bus from a river.

“Clark’s an alien.” She whispered into the air, nodding at Jonathon with wide eyes. Her lungs blew out all of their air. “Clark is an alien.”

“Please don’t hold this against him.” Jonathon added. “He wanted to tell you the second I showed this to him, but I told him he couldn’t.”

Her scoff nearly cut him off, “I don’t think I would’ve handled it as well as he did.”

“But you are now.” He grinned.

“Because I lo—“

Because I love him

“I love him, Mr. Kent.” Her hand retreated from the aircraft, and she stepped away. “And nothing can change that.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more certain about anything in my life, and that is that I love Clark, and this—“ she longed to hold Clark in her arms, “—only makes me want to protect him more.”

The silence of night stood between them.

Her words shone brighter than a sunset on a summer’s day, and Jonathon found an itch of smile forming on his face. They both stared at the tiny ship, but Connie dared to reach forward and finger a gleaming piece of metal.

It was freezing cold to the touch, but as smooth as polished silver. It was shaped like a stake that punctured dry soil, but the top had a strange symbol. It easily popped off of the exterior of the ship.

It looked like an S.

She held it up to the moonlight, “Do you know what it means?”

But he shrugged his shoulders and pulled the lever to lower the barn floor hatch, both of them climbing out to watch the floor close up again. “It was in there with Clark, so I’m guessing he’d have a better idea than me.”

“How much does he know about where he comes from?”

Jonathon turned back and stared as she rubbed the black tool in between her fingertips. Something felt right about letting her have it.

He nodded to the barn door with a grin, “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

A beaming smile stretched across her face and she tore through the barn, uncaring of the hay digging into the soles of her feet.

The doors flew open with a gust of chilly wind, and heaving breaths winded her chest and she looked across the grassy path.

Clark

He hadn’t changed out of his pajamas—his bare feet stuck in the freezing grass while his hands wrung at his sides. The moonlight shined on the space between them, and she ran towards the sea, thrown into its arms and enveloped in its soothing blue. His arms enveloped her like a blanket, tugging her up and off the grass, holding her close.

It truly was the best feeling in the world, to be in Clark Kent’s arms. It was warmer than you’d imagine, it felt safer than you could dare to dream, and it felt like home.

He gently set her back on the ground, still keeping her close, “Seeing as you’re not running for the hills, I’m going to assume you’re taking your best friend being an alien pretty well.”

Best friend, her rational mind snarled, Lies.

“I mean, I’ll admit, for a moment there I was planning to call the feds and demand a place on their alien tasks unit.” She explained with a giggle, snuggling into his arms with a sigh. His warmth chased away the cold.

“Every single time I pictured telling you about this part of my life,” he reminisced, “It never once went like this.”

Her crown rubbed against his soft chest, humming lightly. “And exactly how had you pictured it?”

“I’d imagined there being a lot more screaming.” A nod to the cornfield, “And I’m glad you aren’t trying to run away. I’d hate to have to chase you down.”

A flare of challenge erupted in her gut, and she pulled back to raise a brow at him, “Is that a challenge, farm boy?”

It would’ve been fruitless to try and escape his arms, and besides, getting smacked in the face with corn was not ideal.

They stared at one another, and their hearts beat in sync.

There was no fear in her soul—her heart—and there was no doubt that this was the same Clark that pulled her from a watery grave, that held her on sleepless nights and whispered sweet words, that gave her a home and a family to call her own. She was his world, but he was hers too.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” Clark confessed as his hands rubbed her soft hips.

“It’s faster when you’re nervous and softer when you sleep.”

His hands rubbed her shoulders, “When I was first learning to control my senses, Mom told me to make the world small, to find something to ground myself.”

“The sound of your heart helped me hone my senses.” He picked up her chin and gazed into her eyes, “You helped me.”

“I—I didn’t know, Clark.” The right words seemed lost for her, “If I’d known, I would’ve done anything to help you.”

“But you did,” he cut her off, thumb rubbing the cheek under his palm. “You’ve always been there for me, Connie, and I love you.”

“I’ve always loved you, Clark.” She squeezed his tighter, “And not even being a freaky alien baby can change that.”

A squeal of laughter erupted from her throat as Clark lifted her over his shoulder with ease and bolted into the house, laughter echoing across the farm.

Chapter 4 coming soon!

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honeybeeespeaks · 4 years

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Room 205

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Part One

Word Count: 3498

Warnings: Alcohol and drug consumption, uhhh that’s it I think? Lemme know lol

Summary: Javier Peña is back in his hometown and it’s the last place he wants to be right now. Tonight he meets someone that might change his mind.

P.s. the formatting might suck cause I’m on mobile soz babes♥️

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This was, quite possibly, the last place Javier wanted to be tonight. He wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds or attention and yet here he was. At a party his old college friend Drew insisted they throw in honor of Javier’s return and success in taking down the Cali godfathers. Not to mention his new supervisory role at the Texas office. Which only meant one thing to the town. Javier Peña was back again. Drew had the decency to ask of course and Javier gave him the exact opposite of a positive response.

“No.”

Clearly that didn’t get him very far as he now stood in Drew’s living room, sipping a beer while people continuously came up to him and shared their thanks or praise. He tried to put on a good face. These were the people he grew up with after all. He was supposed to be having a good time. Right? He watched the room as others mingled with each other. It was his nature now. His guard was always a little bit up. The things he’d seen in Colombia were things out of nightmares. He’d seen a teenager get shot in the head for Christ’s sake. As much as he tried to push that image out of his head, it always came back on the bad nights. It wasn’t as bad with Cali, but there were still bodies. Javier had seen too much to come back to this life and act as if everything was normal. Like he was the same as he was before all of it. These people didn’t know him at all anymore.

His eyes stopped on a stranger in the sea of recognizable faces. He blinked a few times, squinting a bit. He knew everyone in this house. He had to know her. He looked down for a moment then up again only to meet her eye from her spot across the room. A tiny smile graced her lips after noticing how he jumped just a little bit. She kept her gaze for a few moments before moving it to the floor then back to her friend. A hand slapping down on Javier’s shoulder took his attention away from her and he let out a big breath. He had been holding his breath?

“Javi! Man it is so good to see you...” the man’s voices faded in and out of Javier’s ears. It was always the same words. “We’re all so proud of you man. You’re a hero. What you did was incredible.” His response was a broken record.

“Thank you, it’s good to see you too.” It would end there with a ‘have a good night’ unless they engaged in other conversation. Javier preferred the former.

Excusing himself and making his way to the coolers on one side of the room, he grabbed another beer and popped the top. He took a long sip before surveying the room again. Save for one or two faces, he grew up with every single one of these people. He remembered almost daily lunches with Mark and Amanda during junior year, skipping classes with Joey to get high past the football fields, breaking into the city pool with Jessica to make out and nearly being caught by the cops. He’d sprained his ankle that night hopping the fence to run. God, he was getting old.

His eyes once again found her. He made a trail down her body, clocking her little black tank top and high waisted jean shorts that hugged her in ways that made Javier stand up straighter and clear his throat. She turned her head and their eyes locked again. Shit. He looked away before she did and turned, sweeping the room for Drew. He didn’t know why it was beginning to bother him so much that he couldn’t place her. But he was determined now to know for sure. Once he spotted him, he grabbed an extra beer and made his way over. Drew turned his head to Javier as he tapped the beer bottle against his arm once. He nodded and took the beer from Javier’s hand.

“Hey....who’s that with Rosie?” He nodded his head toward Drew’s wife and the stranger across the room. “Was she a few grades below us or something?” Drew took a swig of his beer and followed Javier’s eyes.

“Oh no she showed up about a week or two ago, Rose said her name was uh...” he snapped his fingers after a moment toward Javier. “Nell. She’s a new teacher at the elementary school. Rosie invited her.”

Her name fell from Javier’s lips quietly as his eyes stayed on her for a moment. He watched as she threw her head back in laughter at something Rose said, her brunette waves falling like liquid off her shoulders.

“Hey Javi,” Drew interrupted Javier’s stare. “Don’t even try.” He laughed a little bit. “Rosie says she’s...something.” He shook his head once and took another sip of his beer. His eyebrow raised as he looked to Drew then back to Nell. Something huh?

He didn’t know how long he’d been at this house but the constant words of celebration were just about getting to him. He needed something stronger than beer, needed a cigarette, a good fuck, anything else. As he made his way toward the back door he was stopped by Drew’s hand. Fucking hell, he just needed a cigarette. Instead he was being dragged to the center of the living room where, conveniently, a group had gathered around the two of them. Drew held up his cup and shushed everybody. Oh god, here we go.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I’d like to thank you for being here tonight to celebrate our brother Javi’s homecoming.” A small cheer was let out amongst the crowd before the speech continued. Drew slung an arm around Javier’s shoulders as he spoke. The words were, no surprise, the same as they had been all night. He tried his best to not cringe when his ear caught the word ‘hero.’ He spotted Nell in the crowd and watched as she widened her eyes sarcastically with a smirk before sipping her drink. Her eyes met his for the third time that night and she hid her giggle with her hand as Drew continued to sing Javier’s praises. She shook her head lightly before sipping her drink again and moving her eyes to the ground. Javier’s mouth formed into a smile as he watched her. He was glad someone else thought this was as absolutely ridiculous as he did.

Once the crowd cheered one last time and everybody drank to Javier, he slipped out of Drew’s grip and made his way to the back door. He slid the glass door open and slipped through before closing it behind him. Nell watched him and waited a few moments before excusing herself from the group she was with and following his trail out the back door. She was met with the back of him, his arms leaning on the railing of the deck. She watched as an orange glow appeared in front of him followed by a trail of smoke floating above his head. She made sure to make her presence known by closing the sliding door a little louder than normal and he stood up straight, glancing over his shoulder. He stopped before he turned around fully to face her. She walked over to the spot next to him, leaning her back against the railing. An eyebrow was raised at her as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and held it open to her. She shook her head lightly and he shrugged, sliding the pack into his back pocket. He turned back and rested his weight on his elbows, looking out toward the empty field behind the house. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

“This isn’t really your thing is it?” Nell spoke, gesturing vaguely toward the house. “All the attention.” A sharp chuckle escaped him before he pulled from his cigarette, exhaling toward the sky. His head dipped before he turned to look at her.

“God, it’s that obvious huh?”

“No. You’re doing pretty well actually.” she spoke with a light giggle. “I grew up with performers though so, I can tell when someone’s faking. I do have to say though, you don’t look like a hero.” He breathed out a laugh and shook his head.

“Wow, thank you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.” he pulled from his cigarette again. She laughed a little, shaking her head.

“That’s not what I meant. ‘Heroes’ are proud.” She used air quotes when she used the word. “You’re not proud.” Her smile had fallen but her gaze kept on his face. Almost admiring him. He stiffened slightly at her words and shot her a glance before swallowing hard. He looked back out to the empty field, taking another drag. She nodded a few times before fixing her gaze to the back of the house. Exhaling, he turned his head, letting his eyes wander down her body and back up as she leaned against the porch. He stood straight up as he put out the butt on the railing.

“Javier Peña.” he offered his hand for her to shake. Her head lazily rolled to look at him and she huffed out a short laugh.

“I know who you are, Agent.” she gave a devilish smirk before taking his hand and shaking it once. “Nell James.”

“Right..sorry..” he chuckled a little before letting her hand go. He ran his hands over his face and groaned softly. “Oh I’m getting tired of this. The shit that happened there, things I saw...things I did...” A sad chuckle escaped him as he turned and rested his elbows on the railing again. His sad smile fell and his voice reduced itself to a near whisper. “Nothing close to a cause for celebration.” She looked to the ground for a moment before turning to match his position. Her head fell back slightly and her eyes fixed themselves on the night sky. Silence fell upon them again. It wasn’t at all an awkward silence and truthfully, Javier appreciated it. Everything had been so busy, so loud for so long now. He couldn’t help but find peace in moments like these. Nell spoke softly, as if she’d disturb the universe if she spoke any louder.

“It’ll fade. The adoration, the noise. The memories...” She paused and Javier swallowed hard. “Like everything does, it’ll take time. But time isn’t the thief people think. It gives before it takes. Really, a gift.” She turned her head to look at him and gave him a soft smile before pushing off the railing. He didn’t speak, just watched her as she began down the stairs that led off the porch, into the empty field. She continued further as she met the beginning edge of the tall grass. She turned and looked at him, a playful smile laid on her lips. “You coming?”

Javier stood up straight, his mouth opening to speak before he shut it instead. He looked back toward the party then to her once more. He couldn’t help but smile at how she looked. The light from the moon illuminated the field, turning her into some kind of deity. He swallowed the rest of the beer before putting it down on the railing with a thud.

“Yeah.” he gave a nod as he followed her path down the stairs. She looked to the ground with a smile as he made his way over to her, her gaze trailing back up to the night sky as they began their trek into the field.

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“I grew up sort of everywhere.” She shrugged, looking ahead of them. “Parents were musicians, actors, dancers, jugglers...” she giggled a little bit, shaking her head. “Whatever type of performance you can think of, my parents did it for money. So we traveled my entire life. Lived in an old school bus, mom homeschooled me. Gave me my passion for teaching.” she smiled fondly at the thought, glancing down to the ground. “My parents retired when I was in my early early 20’s. Got a house and everything. I could hardly believe it. I couldn’t have a life like that yet so they let me have the bus.” she shrugged and glanced at him. Javier’s smile was warm. He watched her as she spoke, noting how her eyes lit up when talking about her childhood. They’d been walking for nearly 15 minutes and for the first time in however long Javier could remember, he hadn’t stopped smiling. “What about you? Obviously you’re from here.” her arm waved in the direction of the house. “But why come back to Texas if you wanted to get away so badly?”

“My dad.” he answered with almost no thought. “After Cali...” he shook his head and sighed. “Let’s just say I needed a break. Dad needed help on the ranch,” he shrugged. “Seemed like a good fit. Then they offered me the position in the Texas office. It saved me from being out of a job and let me have the time with my dad, so I accepted. Yours sounds like quite the life though.” he shook his head, stopping in his stride. He looked up at the stars. “How’d you end up in a place like this?”

“I like it here.” She smiled small, stopping to meet him and following his gaze to admire the sky. “It’s quiet, slow..” she let her eyes fall to his face. “The teaching thing here kind of just fell into my lap so I made my way here from a gig in Ohio.” Javier’s gaze met hers as she continued to speak. “Rosie’s been trying to get me to mingle since I got here.” She shook her head with a laugh. “Hence my presence at your lovely celebration.” she half curtsied and he chuckled, shaking his head once.

“Is it too much to tell you I’m grateful?”

“Oh not at all. Most people are.” She shot him a wink before she slipped her hand into her shorts pocket and pulled out a lighter and a joint. She held it between her lips as she lit it, pulling slowly as she slid her lighter back into her shorts. Javier stared at her with wide eyes, quickly calming as he continued to watch her. A smirk danced along his lips, his gaze flickering down her body then back up, his hands coming to rest on his hips.

“Hm, bold.” he nodded in her direction. She took a long hit then eyed him with a wicked smirk.

“Are you going to arrest me Agent Peña?” She exhaled the smoke to the side of them and raised an eyebrow before turning to walk ahead of him. He watched how her hips moved, his eyes falling to her ass. He sucked in a sharp breath at how the too short shorts shaped it. His head fell as he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“Oh christ.” he spoke under his breath, moving quickly to catch up with her. Something was an understatement to describe this girl. She made him feel like he was in his early 20s again. His heart was beating just a little too fast. He was intrigued, to say the least. She stopped walking again once he’d caught up. She took a couple of puffs, exhaling slowly toward the sky. Her eyes drifted up, locking onto the stars. They found constellations as her high settled in. Suddenly, he grabbed the joint from her hand and her head snapped toward him. Panic in her eyes until he smiled at her. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He raised both eyebrows at her before bringing the joint to his lips, making her eyes go wide for a moment. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hide a smile as he pulled a long hit. He held it in for a second before he coughed, a hand coming to his knee, exhaling as ungracefully as he could. A loud giggle escaped her as he coughed a bit more, holding the joint out for her to take.

“Long time since you last got high, Agent?” she couldn’t suppress her giggle as she went to inhale again. He coughed once more and shook his head a few times slowly. He lifted his head and pointed a finger at her.

“Hush over there. Or I’ll have you arrested.” he shot her a wink that made her blush and turn away. God that was so cheesy. What effect did this man have on her?

“I would love to see you try.”

He gave her a wicked grin before he glanced down at his watch and cursed under his breath. “Fuck, It’s getting late. We oughta head back.” She nodded as she exhaled another hit she’d taken, holding the joint out for him. He laughed and shook his head. “Generous girl, but I think I should stick to one.”

“Suit yourself.” she shrugged and took another hit, letting out a small sound of satisfaction as she exhaled that made Javier’s breath hitch in his throat. He swallowed thickly, trying to make his mind go anywhere else other than to the thought of how she’d look writhing beneath him. He stood up a bit straighter, attempting to cover up the bulge that was now making itself obvious in his tight blue jeans. She eyed him as she blew smoke to the sky and couldn’t help the smirk that formed on her mouth. His eyes stayed on her as she brought a finger to her mouth. His lips parted slightly as he watched her run her tongue along the pad of her index finger. She pressed the wet digit to the joint, extinguishing the light. Her eyes met his with a cheeky grin. He blinked once and let out a breathy chuckle, trying to snap himself out of this. Shaking his head, he held out his hand toward her.

“Let’s go.” He nodded his head back toward the house. She let out a giggle that made Javier feel warm and she walked over to him, slapping his open hand playfully before beginning to walk ahead of him. He watched her as she moved ahead, a glance thrown back at him after a moment.

“Hey, you said it, let’s go old man.” She called back with a wink and laughed again as she continued to walk

“Loquita.” He shook his head and breathed with a smile before jogging to catch up with her.

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As they stepped inside, Javier let out a sigh of relief. A lot of people had left since the mini escape he’d made with Nell and people were continuing to leave. Nell had separated from him as soon as they walked inside to find Rosie. She needed to reassure her she hadn’t been taken against her own will. Nell had only known Rosie for a few weeks but she knew that’s exactly the conclusion she’d jump to. Javier gave a few more thank yous and goodbyes as people came up to him on their way out the door. He found Nell amongst the remaining party members and watched her as she now made her rounds, passing goodbyes to people she’d met throughout the night. She’d landed back with Drew and Rosie, hugs and words exchanged before he saw her turn and make her way back over to him.

“And where’s the traveler off to now?” he questioned with a sly smile. She shook her head and giggled at him.

“Just to where I keep my stuff for right now.” she rolled her eyes playfully. He went to speak but instead blinked in surprise when she grabbed his hand. She turned it over and began writing something on his palm in blue ink, earning a cheesy smile from Javier. “I don’t really sleep...and I have a feeling you don’t much either.” she shrugged when she finished writing, looking at him as she capped her pen. “If you wanna talk...or whatever. I’ll be up.” she smiled before dropping his hand. “See you around, Javier.” she gave a smile and turned away. He brought the inked hand up to his face and read the name of the motel outloud, a smile forming on his face. He looked up when he realized that was all she wrote. He moved quickly out the front door to see her getting on the bus she’d described earlier in the night.

“Nell! You never wrote what number!” he called after her, holding up his hand to show her. She turned back in surprise and a giggle escaped her, shaking her head lightly. She called back to him before closing the doors.

“Room 205!” Javier watched as the bus pulled away and he looked down at the scribble on his hand again. He let out a light laugh, shaking his head to himself.

“Okay..” he breathed. “Room 205.”

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fakedudes · 4 years

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The Gravewood Curiosity Shoppe was the least neglected building on Psychics’ Strip - but that wasn’t saying much. Many of the supposed seers who lived on the block considered decrepitude part of the aesthetic. The more a house was falling apart, the more accurate the Tarot card reading.

Boris Andreyez, the proprietor of the Curiosity Shoppe, did not deal in fortunes, however. He sold artifacts - evidence of the existence of cryptids, ancient relics from tribes long gone, cursed jewelry, anything demonically possessed. A spooky storefront was unnecessary for this; before moving to Gravewood, Boris had traveled the world. His stories alone were enough.

Despite his strong belief that his salesmanship would prevail over cheap gimmicks, he couldn’t deny the allure of atmosphere. It was why Autumn was his most profitable season. The town Halloween festival his very best day. Regardless of any roaming imps who wandered near to play tricks upon him. In fact, the obnoxious band of college boys barely crossed his mind at the end of the evening, when he returned to the Shoppe with pockets full of gold. Metaphorically, at least.

“It was good this year,” he said in greeting to his nephew, a gangly boy with messy hair sitting behind the front desk marking up a notebook. Griffin did not so much as glance up, scribbling something fervently on the paper.

“‘Good’ is incredibly non-descript, Uncle. It sounds dull to me.”

Boris smiled warmly, a sparkle of humor behind his tortoise-shell glasses. “Hm. Profitable, then. It was a fantastic capitalistic enterprise. I sold the entire lot - including every issue of your magazine.”

Griffin looked up at this, as Boris had known he would. Kick Rochs, the literary ‘zine Griffin spearheaded at school, was his pride and joy. He peered at Boris for a moment, as if to determine the veracity of his claim. When his mouth twitched, it appeared he’d decided to believe.

“The Halloween issue always does well,” he reasoned. Ever the reasonable boy, Boris’s nephew.

“Logical. It is Gravewood’s favorite holiday. I even saw your friend out and about... uhh... what’s his name? The Goliath with skin like a coloring book.”

“Dean Grady is not my friend. Not anymore, anyway.”

“Oh? Shame. He’s a good boy. He would come in handy whenever we have jars we need opening.”

Griffin slid off the stool he’d been sitting upon, finally closing his notebook so that he could help Boris pack away the Shoppe’s booth setup. He had not been asked, but he never had to be. Griffin was a dutiful boy. He shouldered every nearby burden like he was born magnetically attracted to responsibility. He was, perhaps, every parents’ dream child. But Boris had never planned to be the caretaker of a child - or a man, now, he supposed. The ever-present crease of anxiety in Griffin’s brow did not so much fill Boris with pride as it did melancholy.

“There will be many parties tonight,” he said as they carried a table in from the truck.

“That is the trend these days,” Griffin replied sarcastically.

“Why not attend one? Perhaps Dean Grady will be at one, you can reconnect.” He swayed, singing a tune. “Make new friends, but keep the old...”

Griffin huffed, stumbling as he attempted to keep up with his uncle’s impromptu dance. “One is silver but Dean Grady is coal,” he finished, letting the table fall to the floor with a thud as soon as they reached the foyer.

“Sourpuss. Where’s your holiday spirit?”

“I seem to have been born without the gland for that.”

“Preposterous. Your mother loved holidays more than anything. She even celebrated Arbor Day with vim and vigor.”

Griffin froze. With the pained expression now on his face, he looked like a companion piece to the Bigfoot in the Shoppe’s front window. Like he’d been attacked. Boris, for the first time that day, felt nervous. Because it was not a group of rowdy, privileged boys that frightened him. It was this one, wrapped in a thrift store sweater and claiming more than his share of sadness.

“Loves, of course. Celebrates. She’s not... Poppet, you know I know she’s not... The brains of us elderly folk, we lose our aptitude for tense with the years. Time becomes an unknowable concept.”

Griffin glanced at the Bigfoot statue, as though it were the cause of his torment and not the fact that his mother was somewhere, but not there.

“I’m tired,” he said, speaking directly to Sasquatch. “I’m going to call it an early night.”

Boris watched his nephew retreat upstairs to their apartment, feeling helpless and inept.

sweet dreams (are made of this) ➙

Griffin stood on the street outside the festival. It was over, the sun having gone down hours before. Only remnants of the day’s entertainment remained; stray candy wrappers, abandoned jack-o-lanterns, glitter clinging to the grass like morning dew. The park was empty... except for one figure. They were cast in shadow, the street lamps not bright enough to reach where they stood near the jungle gym.

Griffin’s heart beat solidly in his chest. Something was wrong. He could feel it, like prickles creeping up the back of his neck.

“Hello?” he called out. His voice disappeared across the cool evening. The silhouette did not react. It stood unnaturally still.

Of course. It wasn’t moving. It wasn’t a person. It must have been one of his uncle’s ridiculous store mannequins. That was why Griffin was out there at the park, after all. Wasn’t it?

He strode forward with a sigh... only to stop dead in his tracks when the light at last angled over the figure in the park. It was not a statue.

It was Dean Grady.

And he was looking right at Griffin.

“What are you doing out here?” Griffin asked.

“What did we do?”

Dean’s voice was quiet and low. It was always quiet and low, but that night, in the park, it was also... afraid. Dean was the tank. He was the fighter with the iron fists. Griffin had grown up knowing his anger. Never his fear.

Griffin was about to ask him what was going on, but then Dean continued. “What did we do?” he asked, louder now. “What did we do? What did we do?” He was frantic, his voice raising in volume with every question. Griffin shook his head, confused, until he realized that Dean was not looking at him. He was looking through him.

Griffin spun around. And there was Ace. Ace, who never left the house without that pesky smirk of his, looking inconsolable.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

Were Ace and Dean in a fight? Some sort of weird lovers’ squabble? Griffin turned back to see Dean’s reaction, but he was no longer there. He’d been replaced by a young man nearly a foot shorter than his predecessor. Duck. Duck who was smiling in an absent daze. Duck who was absolutely covered in blood and guts.

“I’m so glad we’re all friends again,” he said. “Hey! Do you think Griffin would let me braid his hair? I learned how to braid hair when they put me in charge of the girls’ bunk at church camp last Summer. I think he’s got enough of it. It’s really not that hard, you just have to...” The normally neat and organized Duck threaded his fingers through his own hair to gather it up, spreading something’s - or someone’s - innards all throughout.

Griffin’s heart had started pounding again. The wrongness had crept back in. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the macabre sight of a blood-soaked Duck Bettencourt. Until something bolted in the space between them.

It was Kaz, running. Not with a football in hand. Not in his jogging shorts. Running from something. An invisible pursuer. He stopped next to Griffin, so close that Griffin could hear his labored breaths. But Kaz didn’t acknowledge him. His eyes were open wide, peering through the darkness for signs of whatever monster was chasing him.

“Holy shit I’m gonna die, holy shit I’m gonna die,” he was muttering.

“Alea iacta est.”

The sound came from behind them, and Griffin spun around once more. There he stood. The last, and first, of them. The Mystery Club’s esteemed leader and most loyal member. Jamie Ward.

It was then that Griffin was thrust into the reality that this was a dream. Because he had dreamt about Jamie before.

It was always the same. The Latin, spoken in a too deep voice. Jamie, standing before him as a mist rolled in. He began to raise from the ground, his arms slowly spreading out to his sides. He hung in the air, suspended above Griffin.

Jamie looked down at him, meeting his eyes.

“Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.“ It was Jamie’s mouth that moved, but again, that too-deep voice. Then he smiled. Something that looked both foreign and fearsome on Jamie Ward’s face.

Griffin woke up just as an invisible force began to rip Jamie limb from limb.

He sat up with a start, heart racing. He could hardly catch his breath, blinking rapidly as though it might help vanquish the lingering image of Jamie’s body being torn apart. The bones cracking, the skin tearing. Blood pooling from his veins as his joints and sinews snapped apart.

It took several moments before Griffin even realized he was not in his bed. His hands felt the soft Earth beneath them and he finally saw something other than the gory destruction of his once friend.

He was in the cemetery. Back where he’d been a week ago at Kaz’s behest. Sat right in front of the door to Jamie’s shed. The raw fear coursing through him did not dissipate. He was too afraid the dream wasn’t over. Terrified of what he’d see if he opened the door. But Griffin knew enough about these nightmares by then to know they always ended the same way: with Jamie. Jamie who was most certainly in that shed.

Griffin really wanted to wake up. So he opened the door.

#sweet dreams #normal

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⁂ Our Child (Agon Kongo)

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 4,529 ☁

Pairing: Female Reader x Agon ☁

World: Eyeshield 21 ☁

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Your life was pretty good, but full of secrets and lies. You were a high school student with incredible friends and a boyfriend whom you loved. So where do the lies and secrets come in? You have a two-year-old child whom everyone believes is your little brother, and your boyfriend isn’t actually your boyfriend. Both are just lies concocted to hide your secrets from the world, like a mask that hides a scarred face. You made a mistake two years ago and now you’re paying for it, but the way you see it, it’s your punishment for being so naive.

“Oi, damn bitch!”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts and turning your attention to the blonde-haired devil that was standing before you, an annoyed look on his devilish face. “What?”

“Stop daydreaming,” he ordered, but his usual grin was not in place. He knew from the very beginning the secret you tried so hard to hide from your friends. He had been the one to set up your fake relationship with Deimon’s kicker, who you were by far the closest with, but they were the only ones in the world that knew, and you intended to keep it that way.

“Sure,” you muttered in reply, propping your elbow onto your knee and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. It’s not like you did it on purpose, your mind would just drift off and you’d start thinking about that night and about him. It wasn’t something you could just forget and you always told yourself that was because of how painful it had been, but that’s also a lie.

You were lying to yourself, now. You just couldn’t forget that night because you loved him and, for those short few hours, you thought he loved you back, but you knew now that that was ridiculous. He probably wasn’t even capable of feeling love.

A tic mark appeared below Hiruma’s eye and he growled, cocking his gun before repeatedly firing it into the air. He would have gone after you had it not been for Deimon’s gentle giant who barely managed to restrain him. “Didn’t I tell you to stop daydreaming, damn bitch?!”

But his words didn’t even reach you, nor did the gunshots, as loud as they were. You were too busy thinking of how much of a fool you had been, how naive and easily manipulated you had been. Looking back on it now, it all seemed so foolish and pathetic. You snapped out of it when a warm and comforting hand landed on your shoulder, and your eyes slid up to Musashi who now stood behind you, an understanding look on his face.

“Let’s go pick up Ryu. He’ll be happy to see you earlier than normal.” he started toward the clubroom and you followed close behind.

Musashi was the perfect candidate for your fake boyfriend. He was strong and supportive and seemed to always understand what you were thinking and feeling. He didn’t just look mature, either, but he truly was too mature for a seventeen-year-old. He was your best friend, sticking by your side since the day everything first happened. You were like a sister to him, one he felt the need to protect.

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While you jogged up the steps of the old victorian style home, Musashi waited by his truck, leaning against the front of it with his arms crossed. Since you couldn’t take your two-year-old son with you to school, you had to leave him with a babysitter. You honestly didn’t feel comfortable at all leaving him there, but there was no other option.

The doorbell chimed loudly when you pushed the button and a hurried shuffling came from the other side of the door. It swung open to reveal an Auburn haired woman in her thirties with a flushed face and a crinkled white shirt that was half-buttoned. Her lipstick was smudged, and she seemed surprised to see you.

“Where -” you took a deep breath to calm the boiling rage. “- is my brother?”

“Oh! Right… I’ll go… get him…” she said awkwardly before disappearing into the house. By the time she returned, you were shaking with anger. “So, umm… same time tomorrow?”

“No,” you growled out, taking your son and his bag from her.

“Oh,” she pouted. “Well, go ahead and pay me now, then.”

“Fuck no,” you snapped, eyes burning with fury. “You expect me to pay you? After finding out that you fuck around when you’re supposed to be watching Ryu?!”

“God, give me a break.” she rolled her eyes. “He’s just your little brother.”

If Musashi hadn’t come up to stop you, you probably would have destroyed the whore.

He guided your shaking form to the truck and they took off down the road to your apartment. You had Ryu wrapped tight in your arms as tears pricked your eyes. You were normally a calm and mellow person, but when it came to Ryu, the demon inside came to life. You loved him so damn much and you had sworn to protect him from all the shit that life wanted to throw at him. So… why hadn’t you known what his babysitter was doing? It pissed you off.

Musashi glanced at you, his grip on the steering wheel increasing. “It’s not your fault.”

“I promised to protect him,” you whispered. “I won’t let him go again.”

He knew exactly what you meant and let out a deep sigh. “You’re dropping out of school, then.”

“What choice do I have?” you cried, closing your eyes tight as tears made them sting, wanting to be released, but you held them at bay. You were strong and would not let yourself cry. You hadn’t cried since that night and you sure as hell was not going to cry now. Musashi wanted to say something. He wanted to tell you that everything would be alright, but he couldn’t.

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You glanced at the clock sitting on the living room wall of your apartment. It was lunchtime now and you knew that the Devil Bats were out on the field practicing, as they did every day. Before school, during lunch, and after school. They trained every second they got, even on the weekends. Their dedication and passion for American Football truly was incredible, something that you deeply respected.

A sigh passed your lips as you turned to your son, sleeping soundly on the couch beside you, surrounded by pillows so he wouldn’t roll over onto the floor. You wished you could be there with them, but you figured it was better this way. When you were there, you knew you were just a distraction to Hiruma and Musashi.

You fell back against the couch, eyes closed as thoughts began to swirl around in your brain. The battle against the Shinryuuji Nagas was fast approaching and you wanted to be there to cheer Deimon on, but you knew it would be too much for you to handle. Of course, you’d simply lie and say that you didn’t want to leave Ryu alone or with a babysitter, but all three of you knew the truth: you weren’t able to see him. You weren’t strong enough and you felt bad, but what could you do?

Ryu whined in his sleep and you turned to him, petting his head softly and whispering comforting words. Looking at him, it was easy to tell that he was going to grow up looking like his father. He already had a tuft of soft purple hair and his eyes were the same, as well. You knew it was only going to get worse as he grew up; he truly was his father’s child and that killed you inside. You could only hope that he had your personality and not his.

You brushed your fingertips against the baby’s forehead.

It was probably wrong not to tell Agon that he had a child, but he wouldn’t want him, anyway. So was it really that wrong? All you were doing was avoiding the hurt of being told that he wanted nothing to do with the brat. Or, knowing him, he’d say you were just using the kid to get him back.

You did not need him.

Liar.

You did not love him.

You’re lying.

And you sure as hell did not wish that he loved you back.

Stop lying.

“Who the hell am I kidding?” you chuckled humorlessly, sliding down the couch with your arm over your closed eyes. Your free hand was resting on Ryu’s shoulder as if to reassure yourself that he was still there, that he was real. That was enough to put your worries to bed, at least for the moment.

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The Shinryuuji Nagas vs. the Deimon Devil Bats.

It was the ultimate battle of strength, will and resolve. It took everything they had to go against Shinryuuji and it still wasn’t enough. They were getting their asses brutally beaten and their spirits crushed, thus proving how much monstrous strength the Nagas possessed.

They pulled through, though.

Their will did not break, nor did their hearts.

They survived the battle and came out on top.

You sat on the couch in your apartment, hands clutched tight around the open cell phone. On the screen was an open text message from Ojou’s Ichirou Takami, who Musashi had asked to send updates to you during the game. The game was now over, the final score written in his last text message and, as happy as you were, you were very upset over the fact that you had not been there. It was something you were going to regret for the rest of your life.

You looked over at Ryu, eyes shining with tears, but you couldn’t tell if they were from happiness or sadness. You couldn’t blame him, because you knew it was your fault, not his. You sniffed loudly, rubbing at your eyes furiously before turning your glazed eyes back to the text message.

35-36.

Tears slowly cascaded down your cheeks and you cried out, throwing the cell phone across the room. It slammed against the wall at an alarming speed, breaking before falling to the floor with a clatter of busted pieces.

Why were you such an idiot?

Why were you such a coward?

Why did you keep making mistakes?

Why couldn’t you do something right for a change?

‘I really am a damned fool…’

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The Deimon Devil Bats were on their side of the field, celebrating their victory as the roar of the crowd cheered them on. The linemen, Sena, and Monta were all on the grassy field, moaning and groaning in pain after they had been trampled by Kurita when he landed on them. It was their stupidity for throwing the gentle giant into the air, without realizing that they’d also have to catch him when he came down, but they were all laughing and feeling happy, despite the pain and exhaustion that poked at their bodies and minds. They were much too high to notice any of it.

Musashi stood at the edge of the field, his eyes scanning the bleachers behind the Devil Bats. Hiruma moved to stand beside him, blowing a bubble with his sugarless gum. “Y/N didn’t come.”

“We already knew she wasn’t,” Hiruma responded with a pop, no expression on his face as he started to walk away, but a voice caught his attention and made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Oh?” Agon approached them, his eyes scanning the crowd from behind his sunglasses. He bore a pretty smug look for someone who had just lost. His eyes scanned over the bats before returning to the blonde. “Y/N didn’t come to see the game, huh? Probably knew the outcome!” A bark of laughter passed his lips, one hand resting on his hip.

“Yeah, Deimon’s win.” Hiruma’s lips tugged up into a grin, showing off his pearly white shark-like teeth.

Agon’s laughed died down and his lips pulled back in an angry scowl, but his trademark smirk returned moments later. “Where is she? Standing on a street corner somewhere? Or maybe on her back? Her knees?”

“You were her first and last, you bastard!” Musashi snapped, eyes flashing angrily. He took a threatening step forward, but Hiruma held a hand up to stop him before he could advance any further.

“Hmph. I’m sure I was,” he answered in a smug tone. “I’m sure she’s had her fill, trying to find someone to stack up to me.”

Now it was Hiruma’s turn to get angry, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Kinda hard to have sex when you’re pregnant!” Hiruma could have just easily agreed with him, thus succeeding in messing with Agon’s mind, but he was too angry for mind games.

The poor girl had been through enough without being called a whore by the very object of her pain.

“P-Pregnant?” Unsui sputtered from beside his younger twin. He had walked up just as Hiruma started speaking, wanting to make sure that Agon wasn’t trying to start something with Deimon. He glanced at his brother, who was standing stark still and tense, his eyes wide and shaking with disbelief. Unsui was the only one who knew that Agon didn’t believe a single thing he had said about you being a whore. That was just his way of dealing with the fact that he missed you and regretted what he had done to you.

Unsui returned his gaze to the pair of fuming teenagers, swallowing hard as a small bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. “Y/N is pregnant?”

“Not anymore.” Musashi’s stance and expression returned to normal as he calmed down, but the tone of his voice and the look in his eye was none too friendly.

“Did she…?” he couldn’t even finish the question as he glanced at his brother again. Agon’s eyes had snapped to the pair, needing to know the answer to the question.

“Yeah, she kept ’em,” Hiruma answered, his tone disapproving and angry. “She’s raised him all by herself.”

“She dropped out of school to do so,” Musashi added, shaking his head.

Both boys disapproved of the choices you had made, but they still stood by you and supported you. They were always there, even when they disagreed with you, and they always would be. It was your life and it was a choice only you could make. It wasn’t something that should be influenced by the opinion of others.

“Who?” Agon demanded roughly, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned pure white. His teeth were clenched, grinding together out of anger as his eyes slid closed. His entire body was shaking with pent up rage that would be released on whoever the hell had gotten you pregnant.

Hiruma scoffed and the two started to walk towards the rest of the team. “Heh. Aren’t you supposed to have brains to go along with that monstrous strength of yours?”

“What?” he breathed angrily. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to keep down his fury and stop himself from going on a rampage.

Hiruma paused, looking over his shoulder at the purple-haired twin. “You, dumbass.”

Agon’s eyes widened as he watched the blonde walk away, the anger he felt seconds before completely gone, being replaced by confusion, shock, and disbelief. It was his child?

Unsui looked back and forth between the devil and his younger brother, for once unsure of what he could say. He knew it was only a matter of time before Agon was pushed over the edge and no one would be able to stop his fury.

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As the Devil Bats exited the stadium, back in their normal clothes and carrying their bags over their shoulders, an odd silence hung over them. They were still happy that they had beaten Shinryuuji, but everyone was now curious about the confrontation between Musashi, Hiruma and the Kongo twins. They had been too far away to hear anything, but they could sense that something was wrong by the way the two were acting.

“Hiruma-san…?” Sena called quietly.

The entire group stopped walking, their attention set on the blonde devil.

“Hmm?” Hiruma turned to look at his running back, his slim eyebrow raised as he blew a bubble with his gum. While one hand was stuffed in his pocket, the other was holding his rifle to his shoulder.

“W-What…” Sena paused, searching for the right words. “What were you and Agon-san talking about?”

Hiruma didn’t answer at first and the group believed that he had no intention of doing so but, finally, he sucked in the bubble and started to talk, his eyes cast toward the baby blue sky. “We were talking about Y/N.”

“Y/N-san?”

“And Ryu,” Musashi added.

“What’s little Ryu-kun got to do with anything?” Mamori asked with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, and why would you be talkin’ to that jerk about them?” Monta hollered, his ape-like hands balled into fists in front of him.

Hiruma and Musashi exchanged a look before the latter sighed, shaking his head. “You know she’s gonna kill us for this.”

“Heh. This is her punishment for missing the fucking game.” Hiruma turned around fully to look at the group. “Ryu isn’t Y/N’s brother.”

“Eh?!” the group cried in shock.

“Then… who is he?!” Sena questioned, taking an eager step forward.

“Her son.”

“Son?” Mamori cried in shock. “Y/N has a child?”

“Who’s the father?” Monta asked.

“Agon-san,” Sena answered quietly after piecing it together, looking to Hiruma for confirmation.

He nodded his head and a silence fell over the group. They couldn’t believe you had been raising a child all on your own for two years. And the father was Agon? How could you have been with someone like that? He was nothing short of a playboy, after all.

“She was blinded by love,” Hiruma answered as if reading their minds; their expression had said it all.

“So… what happened?” Suzuna looked up at the blonde, but he’s not the one that answered.

“They were dating for almost a year,” Musashi started, his eyes on the ground as he thought back. “She had fallen pretty hard, against her will and better judgment.”

“And she was foolish enough to believe that he loved her back.”

“He had been pressuring her in the last month of their relationship to have sex. She was pretty emotional at the time, and worry crept up in the back of her mind. She thought he’d break up with her if she denied him any longer.”

“Emotional?” Kuroki wrinkled his nose.

“That doesn’t sound like her.” Togano glanced at his buddy before looking back at the two storytellers.

“PMS.” Hiruma cackled.

“Anyway, she finally gave in and slept with him. The next morning, Agon told her off and kicked her out. Three and a half weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.”

“Agon-san doesn’t know?” Sena whispered.

“He does now.”

“But two years?” Mamori shook her head in disapproval. “I understand that he hurt her, but Y/N was wrong for keeping it from him.”

No one said a thing, not knowing what they could say. They just stood there, each wrapped up in their own thoughts.

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Agon let out a roar of frustration as he slammed his bedroom lamp against the wall, the broken shards falling to the ground which was already littered with various broken objects. Unsui stood in the doorway, wincing every time the younger Kongo threw or broke something. By now, his bedroom was a wreck; holes in the walls, glass and wood splinters all over the floor, clothes ripped and sheets torn off the bed.

“That fucking bitch!” he roared, knocking his desk over and everything on it went smashing to the floor. “Where the fuck does she get off?! Fucking pregnant and the bitch didn’t even tell me!”

“Can you blame her?” Unsui questioned softly, watching as his younger brother’s head snap up to him, teeth clenched and face contorted in anger.

“What?!”

“Think about it, Agon!” Unsui raised his voice, but he wasn’t angry. He was just annoyed and concerned for his twin. “You called her a whore multiple times and told her to fuck off! You told her that you used her and that she was lousy in bed! Do you really believe that she would have told you?”

Agon growled, his eyes on the ground. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew his brother was right. He was to blame, not you.

With another growl, he grabbed his jacket and left the Kongo household in a flurry of foul language.

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You sighed as you lay face down on your bed, eyes staring blankly at the wall across from you. The bedroom was dark, lit only by the shimmering moonlight that poured in through the crack in the curtains. You had calmed down by now, but you were still a bit upset with yourself. Various members of the team had called you, but you didn’t bother answering. You just needed time to think, and tomorrow you would call Hiruma and apologize to the Bats properly.

Just as your eyes began to drift closed, a loud banging on your apartment door roughly pulled you out of dreamland. You cursed, glancing at the clock as you got out of bed. Two years ago, you would have just ignored it, but whoever was banging on your door at two in the fucking morning was going to wake up Ryu.

You slung the door open, voice low and annoyed. “What the fuck do you… want…” you trailed off after getting a look at the towering male, eyes growing wide. The purple dreadlocks, those damned sunglasses that he never took off, his build, everything was the same. No, that wasn’t entirely true. You could tell that he was even more powerful than before, you could feel it in the aura that surrounded his body. You swallowed hard, grip on the door tightening to stop yourself from shaking. “A-Agon…”

Said male let out a growl of anger, clutching the front of your tank top and pulling you close to him. “The fuck do you get off, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Your hands tried to pry his larger ones off, but he was too strong, and you were too shocked at his presence to gather up any more strength. “I haven’t even seen you for two years!”

Agon opened his mouth to reply but stopped short when a sharp cry pierced the tense air. Your eyes widened and you roughly pushed him back with a strength he didn’t know you had. His eyes widened in surprise as he took a couple steps back from the force, watching as you hurried farther into the apartment.

As soon as he saw you, his crying stopped and he stretched his small arms up toward you. You gently picked him up, cradling him to your chest. It was like he had sensed your distress and wanted to rescue you. You clutched him tightly, closing your eyes and letting out a breath of relief. “Thank you, baby.” He cooed happily in reply.

Back in the living room, Agon had settled on the couch, his elbows on his knees and fingers laced together in a sloppy manner. He was anything but relaxed as he waited for you to return. A couple minutes passed before you re-entered the room, a small child against your left shoulder. Agon grew tenser as he looked at the small, fragile child held protectively in your arms.

‘My child,’ he thought. It sounded so strange and foreign to him.

You didn’t look at him as you fell into the recliner that sat diagonal to the couch. Ryu made a giggle like noise and he shifted closer, his small hands clinging to your tank top as his eyes slid closed. Now that he knew you were okay, he could sleep peacefully again.

Silence fell over the two of you and it was beginning to agitate the male, who narrowed his eyes at you in question.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” While his voice was angry and gruff, he kept a low tone so he didn’t scare the sleeping infant, as he had earlier.

“Because I knew what your reaction would be.” You bit back, voice full of anger despite being just above a whisper.

“Bullshit,”

“I know you, Agon. You’d call me a liar, a whore, or say I got pregnant on purpose so you wouldn’t break up with me.” You scowled. “And besides, did you really expect me to come back just to tell you that? You kicked me out after we had sex. That’s all you fucking wanted.”

“Who are you to tell me what the fuck I wanted? Huh?!” he stood up, his fists clenched and body shaking with rage. He was trying to keep his temper in check because of the kid, but you were slowly pushing him over the edge, even though he’s just as wrong as you are.

“Actions speak louder than words, Agon.” you glared, grip on your child increasing as if scared that he would try to take him away from you.

With a growl, he easily closed the distance, grabbing the back of your head roughly and smashing his lips to yours. You were too shocked to react, eyes open wide. When you didn’t respond to the fiery kiss, he pulled back, his forehead resting against your own. His free hand rested gently on the baby’s head, while the other kept its tight hold on the back of your neck.

“Tell me what I’m gonna do next if you know me so well.”

Your eyes narrowed, your cheeks turning red at the thought of what had just transpired. “I can’t trust you, or anything you say.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tough shit. You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy.”

“And what’s that supposed to me -”

Your reply was cut off by his lips once more, rough and full of passion. You couldn’t hold back this time, keeping one arm around Ryuu while you grasped at his shirt with the other, releasing all of the anger and pain, the passion and fire that had been building up inside of you over the past two years. It felt incredible.

Agon jumped back when Ryu whimpered, shifting against your body. With a scowl at his own actions, he forced you to move over so he could squeeze in beside you, an arm around your shoulders. He clicked his tongue again, eyes set on the sleeping child. “He’s my kid, too, ya know.”

You were tired of arguing and heaved a heavy sigh before shifting in the chair to a more comfortable position and laying your head on his shoulder.

You weren’t going to lie anymore. This is what you wanted from the very beginning.

You didn’t know what the future held for you and Agon, and you didn’t know if he would stay with you and Ryuu, but you didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was right now and you wouldn’t let this moment go.

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New Year, Same Us - Auston Matthews - Eight

a/n: im going out of town for a football game/visiting friends this weekend and i’m not bringing my computer so i thought i would post this early for yall!! thank you to every person who has been keeping up with this story and liking or reblogging! you mean so much to me! i hope yall enjoy the longest chapter of new year same us, to make up for the shortest in chapter seven (yikes!) we’re almost through with this story yall! we have a lil flashback in this chapter! (in italics) and finally have the prompt that started it all! (in bold)

September 18, 2018

Austons P.O.V

“Aus?!” She yelled from her room. “Are you almost ready?”

I had been ready for 20 minutes and was sitting on our couch waiting for her to finish up. “Yeah I’m ready now!” I rolled up my sleeve to get a better look at my watch, “are you almost ready? It would look really bad if my plus one made us late.” I snicker as I heard her heels clack, the light to the hallway going off simultaneously.

I got up from the sofa as she entered, and boy, was I going to have to keep an eye on her tonight. She looked stunning. The light pink dress cinched her curves in all the right places, and her hair was in waves. She was like something out of a dream. She didn’t bat an eye as she went to the kitchen looking for the keys. I came up behind her and dangled them in her face, and before she could snatch them I pulled them away. She reached for them again but I held them behind my head, and suddenly she was all too close to my face. I glanced down at her lips, wanting to kiss them badly but then I quickly diverted back up to her eyes. “You look stunning (Y/N).”

I could feel her breath hitch against my own lips and the minty flavor of her gum hit my nose before she smiled genuinely, her signature smile where her lips tilted a little crooked at the corners, and it made my heart flutter. “Thanks Aus, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

She stepped away and we did a once over of our apartment, making sure we didn’t forget anything. I grinned and opened our front door for her, watching her walk as she went. I locked the door and we went down the hall towards the elevator, “just out of curiosity,” she toyed with a strand of her hair, eyes flicking up to me through long lashes, “how much did your suit cost?” She was smirking at me and I couldn’t resist really. “Wanna bet on it?” The elevator dinged for us to get on and she rolled her eyes, “do I even have a choice?”

“No use fighting at this point babydoll.” I flashed her my signature smirk as the floor indicator ticked down.

“Does that really work on girls?” She played.

“Apparently not on you.” I laughed but deep down I kinda hoped it did.

“It’s because I know you better than you know you.” She stated matter of factly. She did though. That was the scary part. We hit the first level and strolled out, before she added thoughtfully, “did you want it to work on me?”

I felt my cheeks flame, and was thankful she was walking slightly ahead of me, “uhh,” I faltered before gaining my confidence back, “depends on if you wanted it too.”

She stopped for a split second, giving me a chance to catch up before she continued walking, this time leaning into me a little bit, “maybe.”

My heart jumped at that, “Still wanna make that bet?” I opened the car door for her. She thanked me and I hopped in the drivers side.

“Am I betting high or low.” She gave me side eye as she buckled her seat belt and we were off.

“What do you think?” I grinned. There’s no way she gets this. “Do you know your suits? What brand am I even wearing?” I smiled.

I could feel her eyes on me as mine were on the road, and she reached over and ran her finger down the lapel of it, feeling the fabric. I tried to concentrate on the road but she was leaned over the console examining the details of my suit, looking for anything that would give away the designer or price. I needed to think fast, I could tell this would be a long night already and it hadn’t really even begun.

I swatted her hand away, “hey stop it! that’s cheating.” I smiled and looked over at her as we hit a light. She placed her palm flat against my chest as she mocked me, pulling her lower lip into a pout. I could feel my heartbeat pick up and surely she could too.

“Just seeing what I have to work with Aus.” The nickname melted off her tongue like butter and really I only like it when she says it anyway. The light flashed green and I grabbed her hand off my chest, entwining our fingers together and resting them over the middle console. “I’m betting high, what like $7,000? Is that too much for a suit? What is it Gucci? Aren’t you like their poster boy or something?”

I laughed at her accusations and she squeezed my hand a little too hard. “Ow! Jeez woman that hurt. Those are my money makers!”

She swatted at me again, “sorry not sorry. Isn’t like half your closet Gucci or something. I feel like I should know this but I’m really drawing a blank here.”

A smile crept up onto my face. She’s cute when she’s thinking too hard. She always over thinks or over-analyzes everything. It’s like it’s written in her DNA or something.

She looked over at me and I attempted to keep a straight face, “it’s Gucci isn’t it.” I nodded. “$7000 close?”

I kept a tight lip. She turned towards me, “it’s fuckin higher isn’t it!!!” Her voice raised towards the end and I burst out laughing.

“$10,000.” Her jaw dropped, “what do I get since you couldn’t guess it?”

“I can’t believe you spent $10,000 on a suit.” She was in awe, “that’s like a trip to Europe, or a down payment on a car, what are you psycho?”

“Are you really belittling me right now?” I chuckled, “you guessed $7,000 that’s just as high!!!”

“Yeah but-“

“But what? $7000 okay to drop but $10 is too much?” Her face went blank as she tried to process it and I howled as her eyebrows knit together. She was something else.

“I hate you.” She fought to keep the smile off her face.

“Your mouth says otherwise.” She covered her lips with her hands as we pulled up to the venue, she finally pulled them off as we valeted the car. And as we walked into the rustic barn I elbowed her a bit, grinning wildly, “seriously though, what’s my prize since you didn’t guess right?”

She linked our arms as we tried to figure out where we were sitting and smirked at me, “Bragging rights.”

“I bet we could make it a little more interesting.”

“Oh of course you bet huh.”

“You owe me a dance.”

She pouted. “Aus-“

“Nuh-Uh. We’re dancing later, it’s the least you can do.”

I can tell she wanted to press me further but instead she just nodded, “Okay.”

“Wow, I didn’t think that would be this easy. I need to win bets more often.” I knew how much she hated dancing. It was because she had two left feet and literally tripped over herself on any normal day. She didn’t like to embarrass herself. The truth was, she wasn’t a bad dancer at all. She could dance fine by herself, especially after a drink or two. But she was clumsy enough that partner dancing wasn’t really her thing. I always try to get her to at weddings and events but she doesn’t budge. She's stubborn as hell, but it’s why I love her. She doesn’t change for anyone. Not even me. I always ended up finding some random bridesmaid to dance with at these things, but tonight she was mine.

We wandered further into the barn stopping for a few pictures together before the ceremony as Paige snapped away on her phone and a film camera as well. Mitch and Steph found their way to us too and soon enough we had group pictures with the six of us, then guys, girls, and finally as we finished up it was about time to find our seats.

The Tavares wedding was really going to be something. Greenery was everywhere and there was a modern feel to their set up even with the more natural elements. I put a hand on (Y/N)’s lower back and guided her to our seats on the grooms side. We were in the middle back and slid into the refurbished white bench with ease, the rest of our group following suit, filing into the row after us. I wrapped an arm around the back of (Y/N)’s seat as she crossed her ankles, leaning into me while we waited for the ceremony to start. A comfortable silence settled over us and somehow both our free hands found each other on their own accord. Soon enough she was playing with my fingers, clasping and unclasping them, tracing the outline of my hand and holding our palms up to watch our hands align. It was something we had done plenty of times before. Whenever we got bored or were watching Netflix or at family events. It was inevitable that our hands would meet. Her hand was a lot smaller than mine, and we quietly played a game of thumb wars before the loud chattering settled down. I could hear the preacher say to rise, so I gently grabbed her hand in mine and lead her up. She was still leaning into me as we waited for the bride to make her way down the aisle.

John and Aryne chose to say their own vows although short and sweet. It was nice. Being here, celebrating them. (Y/N) was the perfect wedding date. She was classy and reserved when needed but could definitely open up and make conversation with anyone who approached her. And soooo many people approached her. Which was crazy because she was the plus one. But that’s just (Y/N), stealing everyone’s heart the way she stole mine.

It had to be obvious at this point. I thought my incessant flirting and annoying her every chance I got would be enough to give her the hint, but apparently not. I thought that living together was another sign that maybe I was kind of into her but she just took it at face value since it was the most logical option. I think I really realized how I've felt this past May. I mean, it was there all along, but I didn’t admit it to myself until then. She started hooking up with some random guy at college, and when I walked into some kid in our apartment it made my stomach lurch. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that sick in my life.

I had talked to her earlier in the day. We were on a long road trip in the west and I was excited to get back and see her.

It felt like maybe things had been changing between us lately, and I wanted to get back and test the waters a little just to see if she even felt a tiny bit the same. It was easy with her. I missed her like crazy, constantly texting to see what she was up to, and sending snapchat updates of what the boys and I were doing, just because I knew she would send a picture back and I could see that gorgeous face again.

Our flight was delayed because weather in Toronto was pretty bad. And we didn’t end up landing till pretty late. I texted her when we landed at 12 that I would be home soon. I never got a response so I figured she was asleep.

What I didn’t expect, when I came home at 1am on a Saturday, was some random guy going through the cupboards in our kitchen with just his boxers on.

“Uh who are you?” I had a sour taste in my mouth.

The guy looked up from his position on the floor, going through the bottom cabinets and I swear almost shit himself. “Oh my god you’re Auston Matthews.” I frowned. Oh jeez a hockey fan, how rare in this city! He shook his head in disbelief and stood up, walking over to me and put his hand out for me to shake. I took it, begrudgingly. “I’m Reese, it’s really nice to meet you, although I never thought it would be like this.”

I scoffed, but he didn’t seem to notice. He found (Y/N)’s post it notes on the kitchen island and pulled one off handing it to me, “do you think you could sign this for me?”

“What the hell is going on here? Reese I thought-” (Y/N) ‘s voice sounded a little groggy, like she might’ve been sleeping, but when she came out of her room, only clad in black lace underwear and a t-shirt I presumed to be his, my breath caught in my throat. One because she looked damn good. And two because she was wearing his clothes and practically nothing else. I felt a fire in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to remain neutral.

When she finally realized I was home her eyes went wide. “Oh, uh, hey Aus.”

“(Y/N) you didn’t tell me your roommate was the Auston Matthews.” This guy was still here?

She uncomfortably glanced over at me. Yeah me too. “Uh roommate? Try best friend.” I said smugly.

“I didn't see a reason to bring it up.” She said. Ouch that hurt.

“Sorry Reese bro, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, I really need to get to bed and I’m sure your friend (Y/N) here can fill you in on all the dirty details later. Have a great night.” I walked past them and into my room, shutting the door. Trying to get ready for bed without my head exploding from everything that just happened. I waited until I could hear him leave before I went and knocked on her door.

“What Matthews?” I opened it slightly and peered in, leaning on the door frame and watching her fix her bedding a bit, now in another old t-shirt.

“Matthews huh? Can I come in?” She nodded and crawled under the white comforter patting the spot next to her. I sat down on top of it before rethinking this whole situation. “Actually can we go to my room?” I wasn’t really comfortable that they just fucked in here and wasn’t too keen on sitting in the bed that someone else got to touch her in.

She nodded and as I grabbed her hand, I felt tingles. I didn’t dare to look behind me as I lead her to my room. We crawled under the covers and sat against the headboard.

We stared up at the ceiling a bit before she turned to me. “You’re so dramatic.”

I looked over to her and I could tell she was slightly upset. “But I know that’s not exactly the most fun thing to come home to and I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Were you ever gonna tell me you were kinda seeing someone?” My jealousy got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but let it seep into my voice a little as I ask.

“No not really, you never tell me when you do...So.” She shrugged, and I tilted my head back a little, groaning.

“You don’t tell people we’re friends either?” It sucked knowing that maybe she was ashamed of me for whatever reason. I always told everyone about her. I loved to talk about her and how proud I am of her for working hard in college and her internship which she officially secured, and just being the amazing, kind hearted person that she is.

“It’s different… I- I don’t tell strangers or people I just met or at least until I have a grasp on their personality. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I can never tell if they want to be friends with me, or have a relationship with me, for me or to get to you.”

“Oh.” It sucks, but it makes sense.

“Oh. Is right. Also I don’t want people to be up either of our asses if they're just clout chasers.” She smiled, shaking her head as I laughed, “Just not how I want to spend my time.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick him out, that was just weird and I wasn’t expecting you to have company and-“

“Auston. It’s okay. I should’ve warned you in some way, or gone to his place. Maybe this whole thing could’ve been prevented. I’m the one who’s sorry. That situation was pretty awkward.” I don’t want her at some guys place. I want her with me.

I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. My stomach churning as I did so, “Stop worrying. Don’t be sorry either. We good?” She nodded and entwined our pinky’s. “Always.” And with that she slipped out of the darkness of my room and back down the hallway to hers. And my heart ached with every step.

Maybe I wasn’t doing enough, maybe I just needed to be upfront.

I took a swig of the beer I was drinking and set it back on the table as I watched her converse with Steph, Paige, and Aryne, Probably complementing the bride on her gown and the allure of the wedding.

Pretty soon we were eating steak, mashed potatoes and wedding cake, and my stomach was all too full when the bride and groom shared their first dance. I looked to (Y/N) to see her swooning at John and Aryne adoringly. She was facing the back of her chair, hands resting on the back of it, and chin resting on her hands. “Don’t you just love those two together?” Her nose crinkled. It was really cute.

I stood and held my hand out to her as other couples started to join in on the dance floor. She looked up to me, eyes slightly glazed from her glasses of champagne, but I knew she was at a good level. Sober enough to make good decisions, buzzed enough to have a good time. “Are you gonna dance with me?” My heart felt like it was racing as I waited for her answer.

She took my hand so I took it as a yes. I lead her out to the dance floor, Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran coming on as we stopped in the middle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands settled on her waist, pulling her close. My stomach churned with nerves and a little bit of excitement. I looked down at her, her head on a swivel, looking everywhere but me. Other people are looking at us and her brow knit in confusion. Her hand was burning a hole where it was placed flat against my chest.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I touched her forehead lightly, then bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around her waist securely.

She looked back to me, eyes widening, “It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” I tried, pulling her back into me as she slowly tried to pull herself away. “That’s what friends are for. And hey, quit trying to leave me!” I laugh, grinning. “Were kind of in the middle of that dance you owe me.”

She smiles back softly but glances around the room again, this time almost self consciously. “It’s just that… I don’t know- I don’t really know how to say it without sounding weird.”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong? You know nothing you say will ever sound weird to me? I’m pretty sure we’ve been through it all.” I leaned my forehead against hers and try to ease her mind but she seems so off. I don’t know what happened because everything seemed normal when we first got here.

She took a breath and pulled back a little looking right at me, “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” I could see the nerves riddling her features and it made me curious as to why. It’s not what I was expecting, but it made me grin, “I know.”

“You know? It doesn’t bother you?” Her nose scrunched again.

“Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…” She playfully shoved me and we fell right back into place, swaying as the song went on melodically.

“It really doesn’t bother you?” She seemed unsure, but avoided my question nonetheless, looking up at me as if the only answer I could give would be yes. That it does bother me. And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I shrugged trying to play it cool, “why would it bother me?”

“I don’t know…” She looked away, back to the surrounding crowd as the song changed. “You’re Auston Matthews.” She huffed. “You can get any girl you want. Wouldn’t people believing that… we’re an item… wouldn’t that get in the way?”

I grabbed her hands in mine, looking down at them. She instinctively clasped them together and my heart warmed as I glanced back up at her. “That’s just the thing.” We had stopped dancing at this point, and I’m pretty sure we were in the way of people trying to dance, but I didn’t mind. “You don’t see me as the Auston Matthews. You never did. You just see me as Auston Matthews, your extremely good looking and talented best friend.” I smirked.

“Way to ruin it.” She laughed.

I gently pulled her closer, “you see me as the dumb kid who broke his arm at your eighth birthday party, and the horrible friend who spilled punch on your prom dress, and the annoying son of bitch who always tries to force you to dance. You never see me as someone who’s untouchable,” I grab her hand and place it over my heart, “you always touch me.” She looked as if she lost her breath, eyes swirling with emotions. She carefully removed the hand that was over my heart and stood still for a second. She looked back up to me meticulously, “let’s get some air yeah?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and nodded as she lead the way out, one step ahead of me. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I couldn’t be more grateful for the little piece of privacy that we had out here. The air had turned slightly cooler, and I could see her shiver a little, although she would never admit she’s cold. I shrugged my suit jacket off anyway as we walked along the outside of the barn. The sun was starting to go down and the chill in the air picked up. I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders, and used it to pull her in closer to me.

She muttered a thanks and I sucked in a breath. Now or never Matt’s.

But she turned to me sharply, beating me to the punch, “you can’t just say stuff like that you know?”

“Why not?” Her eyes met mine and the wary look on her face told me what I needed to know. I know what she’s thinking. And she means more to me than anyone. She must know that. She has too.

“You could never get in the way of anything (Y/N).” I tucked a lone strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes sparkled and flickered up to mine. “It doesn’t bother me because I don’t want just any girl.” I toe around the subject, hoping she can figure it out before I have to say it outright.

“Well, what do you want Aus?” I want you. Don’t make me say it. Don’t make me ruin a good thing (Y/N). I don’t want to lose us.

My eyes flicker down to her lips. I close my eyes and lean in a little, nudging her nose with my own. Slowly but surely closing the gap between us. I could feel the electricity radiating off her, our lips barely touching before I heard a voice coming from the door. We broke apart, wide eyed, hearts racing, both looking to see who joined us outside.

Kappy looked drunk. And Paige looked like she was dying from laughter. They spotted us and made their way over. I looked back at (Y/N), her cheeks flushed and managing to look anywhere but me, although my arm was still wrapped around her. She leaned into my touch as they approached.

“Youuuuu guyssss.” Kap slurred and Paige just seemed to notice the position we were in.

“Uh Kappy needed some air, but I see you guys did too.” She grabbed his hand and tried to lean him into her for leverage. “We’ll just let you guys have some privacy.”

(Y/N) turned her face into my shoulder as Paige tried to shove Kappy back into the reception. I looked down to her and laughed. She did too, bringing her face out of my shoulder. I would’ve tried to recreate the moment but it seemed like it was lost as she grabbed my hand and tugged me back inside. “C’mon Aus, we should get back.” And I had no choice but to follow.

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The Lost Boys- Jin

Summer was coming to a close and in a desperate attempt to make the most of what was left there were non stop parties. The Frats and Sororities were in a constant stupor, jocks passed out on lawns, alcohol poisoning in abundance. You didn’t enjoy hanging out with these people but there was always free booze and it was something to do. You craved something different, everything, everyone was the same and you were bored. Your life was predetermined, your style, your friends, your education and career had all been laid out by your parents and you felt trapped.

Sitting on the couch, which was currently in the yard of Alpha Sigma Phi you checked your phone incessantly. There had to be something else better to do, some form of higher intelligence out there on a Friday night.

As if fate could hear you, the seven lost boys showed up. Given the name by the jocks, the boys all lived and hung out together, they didn’t go to school and nobody was really sure what they did to get by.

Their house was just outside of the school district, it was pretty run down and it was unclear if they were squatting or renting the dump. They were outsiders but they didn’t care, they had each other and their friendship was enviable. There was no pretending with them, they did what they wanted and always seemed to have fun regardless of the way they were treated by the college towns hierarchy. Surrounded by rumors and stories of legend, it was as if they didn’t exist as individuals until they found one another. You remembered him though, Jin was the quiet new kid in class, the grade eight transfer student. Hormones running high, all the girls adored him, the beautiful rich boy with dark hair and puffy lips, well dressed and well versed, different than the others. After graduation, his family moved on and you hadn't thought of him again until one day a few months ago you recognized that smile. What had happened, how did he end up in this place with these boys?

Opening the frats door they entered into a world they weren’t welcome in. Shit, this was going to get interesting, watching the windows from your perch outside you checked the time on you phone. It had only been 10 minutes when four of them came walking back out, bottles in hand. Not in a rush to get away they moved to stand under the tree right beside you. Laughing at how easy it was to walk in and take what they wanted, they celebrated their score by passing the bottles out. You must have caught his eye when you laughed at his friend hitting the glass off his teeth, he came and sat down next to you. Twisting open a bottle he handed it to you and smiled while continuing his conversation with his friends. Twenty three minutes in and the remaining three boys came running out of the house. With a stack of pizzas in hand and a knapsack full of bottles, they were chased around the yard by the drunken buffoons of the football team. Standing up to run with his friends Jin turned to you, “Are you coming?” He reached out his hand and throwing caution to the wind you grabbed it and ran.

Stopping in the street a few blocks over everyone was laughing, “are we going home with our loot?” Not sure of who was speaking they were all so loud. Looking at you he smiled, “Might as well, I think we have everything we need for our own party." The squeeze he gave your hand made your heart race, even though you weren’t running anymore he didn’t let it go.

The house was sparsely furnished and it was clearly inhabited by dirty boys but it wasn’t derelict like you’d heard. They laid the pizzas out on the counter and attacked them like they hadn’t eaten in days. Reaching in Jin grabbed a box and handed it to you, stopping to grab a bottle of vodka off the table he nudged you towards the stairs. Unlocking his bedroom door he ushered you in, a mattress on the floor and a dresser piled with clothes were the only things inside. "Sorry, it’s not much, but it's home,” he said. You weren’t sure what the fuck you were doing, why you’d followed him here but you wanted to see where it was going. You put the pizza box on the floor and sat on his bed, he sat beside you, knees touching, he opened the vodka bottle.

"You always used to wear a red sweater with your hair up, I’d sit behind you in class thinking about how cute the three little freckles on your neck were.“ He gathered your hair to the side and ran his finger over them, goosebumps appeared on your skin. "What happened to you Jin, where did you go?” He offered you the bottle of Vodka, “We moved all the time so I never had any friends, even if I liked someone I knew I’d just have to leave. My parents thought that chasing money was worth more than stability and I really resented them for it. I met Yoongi about a year ago and we decided to come live here. I might not have much but I have a roof over my head and friends that are like brothers to me" He raised his eyebrows at you. "What’s your story?” You laughed and took a big drink of vodka, “Everyday is the same as the last and even though I have friends none of them mean anything to me. It’s all about money and status, it’s fake and I hate it" He was staring at you, "I guess we both still need to figure this life shit out, maybe we can help each other.” You smiled at him, “I used to watch you with your books at recess, sitting alone on the hill, your lips moving as you read, I really wanted to kiss you" He hummed, "you should learn to live without regrets, seize the moment.. ” as he spoke you straddled his lap, gripping his hair with both hands you kissed his soft plush lips. He ran his hand through your hair, “How much have you had to drink tonight? I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.” You couldn’t help but smile at the question, “I’m good, what about you, how much have you had to drink?” He leaned in “I’m not going to regret a single thing I do to you tonight.”

He let his lips drag up your neck. Reaching down, you gripped the hem of his t shirt and pulled it up over his head, he was built beautifully. Letting your fingers ghost over his abs you stopped when you got to the button on his jeans. Teasing, you looked him in the eye while biting your lip, “I don’t usually do things like this, with strangers I mean” he slid the strap of your tank top off your shoulder, replacing it with kisses. “We aren’t strangers Y/N, this is the second time our lives have connected, there must be some cosmic reason.” His words were enough to make you forget about any modesty you had left. Standing up you you slid your shirt off, he stood to wrap is arms around you unclasping your bra. He pulled you in tighter and pressed you against his bare skin as he moved his tongue over yours. Both of you set to work removing each others pants, he pulled them inside out down the length of your legs taking your panties with them. Getting on his knees he took his time peppering your stomach with tiny kisses that fluttered across your skin. “Lay back” he said taking your hands helping lower you onto the bed. He kissed his way from your stomach down to your thighs and slowly to your center. He opened you with his tongue and took long languid licks. “Fuck, Jin, oh my God” he laughed at the way you were becoming unraveled “Does that feel good Y/N?” You started to say yes when he began sucking your clit softly and only moans could escape you. Clearly his lips were made for eating pussy, his mouth was soft and wet and he moved them expertly. Not being able to control yourself anymore you began thrusting with his motions trying to expedite your orgasm. “You’re so impatient, do you want to cum?” he teased. “Please, I’m so close Jin” he slid two of his fingers into you and surely everyone in the house heard you moan. His motions were slow and deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing as he gave his fingers a slight curl into you, pumping once, twice and that’s all it took. You came all over his face and fingers and he kept licking, cleaning you up.

Barely giving you a minute to catch your breath, he moved on top of you focusing his attention to your breasts. Using his mouth and his fingertips he teased your nipples. You couldn’t help but grab hold of his hair as the pleasure ran through you like a current. Longing for him inside you made the feeling of emptiness more pronounced. Aching for another release you begged “Please Jin, I want you so bad” you felt his mouth relax into a smile against your chest. Moving up your body he stopped to look you in the eyes, “I want you too” Using one hand to hold yours above your head he used the other to line himself up with your entrance, kissing you softly as he pushed himself in. Wet from arousal, he slid nicely in and out hitting deep inside. Wrapping your legs around his body brought him closer with each thrust. He ground his pelvic bone into your clit until you were moaning into your second orgasam. “Can I cum in you?” he asked with shaky breath. “No, just wait… wait…I’ll take you in my mouth” you panted out. He pulled out of you and flipped onto his back, covered in your orgasam he was hard as a rock and throbbing waiting for you. Wanting to please him you immediately wrapped you mouth around his cock and pumped him with your hand. His abs tensed and his breath was heavy as he shot his cum into your throat. Letting out a cute little “ah, ah” as you swallowed around him he relaxed onto the bed. Pulling you up towards him, you nestled under his arm with your head on his chest. He held your hand over his heart, “I want more of this,” he kissed the top of your head, “not just sex, but you.” You didn’t say anything back, you just slowly drifted off to sleep.

You woke to the sound of people outside the door, one of the boys was trying desperately to get a girl into their room. Jin was laying beside you but facing the wall, his broad shoulders were on full display and you sat taking in the gorgeous sight. Did you really fuck Jin last night? You smiled at yourself, you did, and you didn’t regret it one bit. Moving closer you wrapped your arm over him and snuggled into his back laying a kiss between his shoulder blades. He stirred awake and turned to look at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, you smiled and placed your lips on his, “I think I am now."

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