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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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The Conversation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

I think this is one of the most important chapters I’ve written and I’m excited to see your reactions to it. It is longer, but you guys asked for that, so you got it! Also, I’m loving the Asks, Comments, and Reblogs. I try to respond to all of them. I have work in a little bit, so I won’t be able to until after, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Ask me anything; about my series, the show, any of the movies, personal stuff, I really don’t care. If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine! Every like means so much to me!

I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

On that note, be kind to yourselves and others! Thank you again for reading! Excuse any mistakes - this isn’t beta’d! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

***************

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly, tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water.

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!”

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

************

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over.

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

******************

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots.

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

******************

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.”

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

******************

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

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You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

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“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.”

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.��

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

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Somebody that I Used to Know (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Port Observation

Wow... chapter 3 already. This one is more funny than the previous one. I thought this chapter would be difficult to write at the begining but in the end it was one of the easiest.

Summary: James wants to know if the rummors about Shepard are true, so he ends up getting Steve and Garrus drunk to find out. Things get a little unconfortable when Shepard enters the room and overhears part of the conversation.

Words: 2757 Rating: Teens and Up Warnings: Alcohol

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“So you don’t know” James asks Steve while he is dealing the cards.

“Why should I? You know her longer than I do.” Steve takes a look at his cards, deciding how many he should discard. “Why do you ask? Curiosity? Or do you have ulterior motives?”

“Are you crazy? Well, if she wasn’t my C.O, maybe, but I mean… I’m wise enough to don’t get involved in that kind of mess.” James throws away two of his cards. “Maybe I’m trying to distract you with gossip. Well, how many do you want?”

“Just one.” Steve says. “I didn’t think you were smart enough to make that kind of decision Vega, you seem more of an accion guy, rather than a thoughtful one.”

“Looks can be deceiving, I mean, look at Mr. Major specter.”

“Wait, Alenko? No… He looks too, mmm...”

“Serious, right?”

“But it cannot be, I’ve never seen a more ‘by the book’ type of guy. No, it must be… well, It would make sense...”

“What?”

“No, no. This isn’t right James. We shouldn’t be talking about this stuff. Just… just place a bet.”

“You’re gonna leave me like this Esteban? Come on, I’m sure she won’t mind… maybe she’ll tell us if we ask nicely.” James throws a couple of poker chips to the center of the table.

“Yeah sure, I won't be the one who discovers if that's true.” Steve raises the bet. “And why did you think of Alenko to begin with?”

“Ah nah… If you don’t tell what you know you can’t expect me to do so.”

“Do you see the bet or not?”

“I do.”

“And you have good reasons to think if she had something with someone it was with the major?”

“I do.” James matches the bet. “You said it makes sense, before you stopped talking.”

“She is going to kill us.”

“She’ll never find out.” James looks at his cards smiling. “Tell you what, if I win this round you tell me, if you win ask whatever you want.”

“Ok, let me see your cards.”

Both of them place down their cards onto the table.

“Ha! So spill, what did you hear Esteban?”

“God, I should've known better that to bet against you.”

“Spill it out.”

“Well… I met someone who was part of the Normandy crew, the first one, and he told me there were rumors about her having a thing for someone in the ship, he didn’t say who, only that the person in fact was a lower rank… so in theory Alenko fits the pattern, but also do so many others, why do you suspect of the major?”

“Now you wanna know, eh?”

“Come on Vega, why?”

“Why wouldn’t I. Man, you weren’t there on Mars.”

“Mars?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, you could cut the tension with a knife.”

“Just because of that?”

“He seemed really pissed off with her.”

“Ay James, what kind of telenovela are you writing in your head?”

“Just saying what I think.” Steve starts laughing.

“I don’t even know if you are serious or if you're messing with me.”

“About what?” Says a third voice entering the conversation. Both of them raise a hand a little to say hello.

“Ey Scars, spying on us?” Says James, standing up to go to the bar.

“Just stopping by for a drink.” Garrus says, sitting in the bar area and turning his head to talk to Steve. “What are you two up to?”

“You don’t wanna know… I think I need a drink too.”

Steve sits next to Garrus, in the meanwhile, James, who moved quickly to tend the bar, starts mixing drinks in front of them.

“This will be my first time making a dextro cocktail, wish me luck Scars.”

“Just… try not to kill me Vega.”

“Relax hermano, I’m a pro. Ask Esteban, he was at one of my famous parties.”

“How was it?”

“I couldn’t say… I don't remember much of that week to be honest.”

“Eh eh eh… I see, the best kind of party.” Garrus taps the bar with his hand. “Okay James, do your best. If you’re able to mix something that makes me forget the reapers by the end of the shift I’ll put you in for a medal once this is all over.”

“Sure… this is going to be fun, I’ve never seen a drunk turian.” James finishes mixing the drink and offers it to Garrus. “Are you even able to get drunk?”

“Well… you’re about to find out.” Garrus takes the drink and downs it in seconds. “Not bad, Jimmy...” He points at his glass to ask for another. “By the way, what were you two talking about before I got in? Steve seemed distressed.”

They all start drinking, and Steve succeeds to avoid the conversation for a while, until the drinks begin to kick in, loosening Vega’s tongue. By the time they’ve explained their whole conversation to Garrus, none of them is sure if they will be able to stand up without difficulties.

“You don’t appreciate your life, eh Vega?” Garrus says, finishing yet another drink.

“Come on Scars, we wanna know!”

“I don't. The commander's business shouldn’t be of our interest.” Steve tries very hard to stand up, letting himself fall onto the couch when the whole room starts spinning.

“I agree. And I’m sorry to disappoint you James, but I have no clue If what you say it’s true or not. Why do you wanna know?”

“Well, I’ll be hella funny to tease her about this when I have the chance. And him. I wanna get my info right before I do so.”

“Oh no, no no no… You really wanna die.” Garrus looks at James with an alarm expression on his face. “Listen to me Vega, do not get into that, never, don’t even think about it. I’m not joking.”

“You said you didn’t know anything.”

“No, don’t go there Vega.” Garrus tries to escape the conversation by leaving the room, but in his state he is only able to take a few steps before he gives up, sitting in front of Steve. “You ehm… should leave it.”

“Look at it this way, if you tell me what you’re sooooo afraid of maybe i’ll understand your reasons and put the subject away, but if you don’t…. well… I’m sure Lola knows if It’s true or not.” James walks towards the coach, grabbing his drink, and sitting next to Steve. ”So?”

“So… this is something that doesn’t concern you, and I don’t even know that much but…“ He takes a second, questioning if he should keep talking. ”There was, in fact, something between them,” he finally says. ”But the only thing you should know It’s that it ended up pretty badly, so you shouldn’t insist on the subject.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. I mean, he ended up pointing a gun at her, what a revelation.”

“Not what I was talking about, and to be fair with Kaidan, she was pointing hers at the council.”

“And he backed her up once she explained herself.” Ads Steve.

“So what were you referring to?”

“You aren’t going to quit, eh?”

“Nope”

Garrus sighs and takes a second to process everything. He shouldn’t tell him this, but he is way too drunk to get to that conclusion and is also starting to think that he will indeed ask Shepard if he doesn’t tell him.

“You see… Shepard and Kaidan only met once when we were on Cerberus and well… How do I put this? Ah yes, have you seen the big dent at the access cargo wall, right at the entrance of the ship?”

“Yes.”

“Shepard’s response to their conversation… She… She broke her hand hitting the wall as soon as we got back on the ship.”

“You’re shitting me!” Says James, half laughing half in awe.

“No, no I'm not. And THAT’s how it ended, so I wouldn’t bring it up anymore or talk about it with anyone, especially with Shepard.”

“What is it that Vega shouldn’t talk about with me, Garrus?” Shepard says, appearing out of nowhere, and sitting next to the turian. “Well?”

The tree of them freeze, and after a few seconds of general panic, James starts talking.

“Let me get this straight… “ Shepard says, looking at James. “We are at war with the reapers, probably facing extinction, and your priority right now is to know whether or not I hooked up with Alenko back in the day?”

“Yes… Well no, Garrus already confirmed that part.” Shepard turns her head towards the turian, who is trying his best to avoid her eyes. “What I really wanna know is where you stand right now.” Says Vega, without even thinking.

“Please Commander, he’s… Well, we’re… a little bit too drunk right now. Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t mean it.” Steve pleads, trying to save his friend from the mess he’s in. “You know Vega, he doesn’t really have a filter, now less than ever.”

Shepard sights and takes a big breath.

“No harm, no foul, eh?” She says, examining the three men one by one. “ And you seem, in fact, pretty drunk. Well… I guess you really needed to blow off some steam, eh?” She starts laughing at the situation, and the mood of the room lightens a little.

“Do you want a drink, Lola?”

“Sure, why not? Pass me a beer if there’s any”

“Don’t you wanna one of my cocktails? Garrus really likes them.” Says James on his way to the bar. “They seem to loosen his tongue.”

“Don’t push your luck, Vega.”

“I had to try, here you go.” James hands the beer to Shepard and sits again next to Steve. “So… you are mad, aren’t you Shepard?”

“No, I’m not… I can see why you would be curious about that kind of subject.”

“Not, with as… With the major.” Steve and Garrus look directly at James, trying to make him stop talking with their gaze. “I mean...”

“Oh please Vega stop talking before she kills you and everyone else in this room.”Garrus pleads, seeing James isn’t going to stop on his own. “Hey Shep, I’m so sorry about all of this, seriously. I thought if I explained the situation a little he would be satisfied and would not bother you… but I think he, we, are way too drunk to function like propper beings, I’m truly sorry.”

“Yes, please James, stop talking.” Steve adds.

“I’m just saying that as members of her crew, we should know this kind of thing. I don’t know… maybe we have to protect the guy if she tries to shoot him again.” All three of them start laughing at James' comment, with Steve almost falling out of the couch and Garrus trying really hard to look away from Shepard’s direction. “I’ll be also nice to know if we have to pad the Normady’s walls.”

Shepard is looking at the whole scene in silence, drinking her beer with a thoughtful expression on her face. They continue like this for a while, with James making endless jokes and the other two trying not to laugh, and failing miserably.

After a few minutes the room gets filled with quietness, and as the effect of the alcohol begins to fade a little, all three of them start to realize what a terrible idea it was to say all that out loud, in front of her.

Shepard smiles a little, as they are desperately trying to find something to say. James is the first one to talk again.

“Lola, I...”

“I am not.”

“What?”

“You ask if I was mad at Kaidan, didn’t you?” All three of them stare at her in awe, not believing what’s happening. “Well I am not, so you shouldn’t worry. Now, I think you should go to sleep this one off.”

Steve and James make a sigh of relief, nod at her, and disappear in a few seconds, thanking whichever god was able to let them off of that situation. Garrus, on the other hand, stays where he is, looking at her while she stands up to throw her empty bottle away.

“Why aren’t you?” Garrus asks, with more concern than curiosity on his face.

“What?” Shepard says, turning to look at him.

“Why aren’t you mad with Kaidan?” He takes a second, trying to analyze what he knows about the situation. “I would be, If I were you.” Shepard moves to sit in front of him but doesn’t say anything. She just nods at him, waiting for him to carry on with his argument. “I mean… I was there in Horizon, Shepard. I saw what you went through, for months, when we were with Cerberus.”

She looks at him, smiling a little. But she doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like Kaidan. He’s a good guy, a good soldier but… I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you aren’t mad at him.”

“Why should I?” Shepard takes a moment to think and Garrus smiles, waiting for her to order her thoughts before exposing them. “I won’t deny Horizon was a low blow but, after thinking about it, I can't say I blame him for any decision he made. I mean… When you look at it from the outside... I magically came back from the dead, joined a terrorist organization, destroyed a relay, killed thousands of batarians and ended up arrested on Earth.”

“When you put it that way...”

“Yeah… I’m actually surprised he didn't shoot me at the Citadel.” They both start laughing. “I did give him a lot of reasons.”

“I’m glad he didn’t.”

“Aw, thanks Garrus, I knew down there you cared about me.”

“Funny, Shepard… Very funny. You know what I meant. You’ve lost enough people you care about.”

“Yeah.” Garrus sees how Shepard’s smile fades away, looking at the door for a second before talking again. “Well… I’m also glad… that he didn’t.”

The turian stares at her for a second, trying to read her face, and Shepard doesn’t know how to act. She looks to every corner in the room before looking again in his direction, his expression it’s still the same.

“You’re creeping me out Garrus, what on Earth are you..”

“Do you like him?”

“What?”

“Kaidan… do you like him again?”

Shepard is suprised, to say the least. Garrus has never been the type to talk about feelings, and even less in such a blunt way.

“Why do you ask and what have you done with Garrus?” She says laughing a little.

He laughs in return, knowing how uncharacteristic it is of him to have this kind of conversation.

“I just… Shepard, look, we’ve been friends for years now, so allow me to say this, and then you can do whatever you like with my advice.” She nods at him. “If we all die in a week...”

“Don’t jinx it”

“Again, funny… But, if it happens, what would you do, if you knew it before time?”

Shepard looks at the ground, she can’t deny she has wondered about that type of situation, but in the end reality was always stronger than the ‘what if’s.

“I see what you mean Garrus… but if I don’t die in a week and he doesn’t... well… I still need to be able to work with him, you know? There’s more at stake here than my feelings.”

Garrus nods, knowing he won’t convince her and stands up as she does.

“Thanks for the conversation anyway, I know what you were trying to do and I appreciate it Garrus, I truly do.”

“One day you’re gonna have to put yourself first than the rest of the galaxy Shepard, if anyone has earned the right that’s you.” As they walk out of the room he decides to attempt again. “You haven’t answered my question,” he says when they make it to the door, trying one last time before they part ways. “Do you like him again?”

She looks away for a second, a thousand thoughts going through her mind, before she decides to give in and tell the truth.

“Not again.” She turns to look at Garrus, who’s waiting patiently for her response. The look on his face is a mix between kindness and concern, free of any kind of judgement, and after a few seconds in silence she gives him a melancholic smile, taking a big breath before looking directly at Kaidan's room. “I… I’ve never stopped.”

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I'm in love with the friendship between Garrus and Shepard, one of my favourite moments in ME3 is Garrus cheering you up in a conversation between missions. This gives me the same vibe.

I'm also very glad I was able to get Vega in this history, he's always very funny to write about.

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Never Have I Ever | Changbin (1/?)

pairing: seo changbin x fem! reader

genre: university au, awkward friends to ? something more?

tw: drinking games, p*rn, smoking, smut-ish/suggestive, dom!changbin tendencies ?

word count: 5.3k

ch.two

synopsis: your friends get together towards the end of fall semester to blow off steam before finals. and by blowing off steam that means getting blackout drunk at your place by playing stupid drinking games that everyone is too stubborn to stop when they know they should. normally, you’re the best at holding your liquor but not tonight, tonight your friends vowed to get you drunk with a game of never have I ever, collectively agreeing to go against you so you’ll finally be the drunk one doing dumb stuff. so, that’s exactly how you end up here sitting in the dark watching p*rn with your best friend’s friend.

note: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing so here

“So party, your place, 9pm?” Hyunjin asked before unlacing his arm from yours and heading towards his next class. It was chilly and the loss of body heat from Jinnie made you wrap your coat tighter around yourself. “I’ll text the group chat to remind everyone!”

“Sure sounds great,” you called before heading in the opposite direction back to your apartment. It’s not like you had a choice when it came to these sort of arrangements. After all, the only one in your friend group with an apartment to themselves was you. This semester was kicking everyone's ass so maybe a party is exactly what everyone needed. Normally, parties were the last thing on your mind, but they were always pretty fun when it was just you and your friends. No weird smells at frat houses, with strangers, strange drinks, and stranger pick up lines.

After calling your best friend Chan, you both decided to meet at the market down the street from your apartment building to get drinks and snacks for that night. It was almost December but the cold made it feel as if we were already in the dead of winter, minus the snow. Your body welcomed the overly warm building as you spotted Chan waving for you by the cafe ready to go with a trolley.

“Mocha?” He offered stretching out his arm offering you the heavenly cup, which you so gratefully took and sipped at.

“Have I told you how amazing you are today?” You asked linking your arm with Chan’s as you made your way to the liquor isle.

He giggled looking away in that cute schoolboy way he always did when you complimented him. “Well, not today, particularly.”

“Well, you’re amazing Christopher Bang.” He gave you a knowing look at the use of his full name. Chan has been your best friend since high school. You had transferred from the states and he was the first one to invite you to his lunch table with his seven extremely loud, noisy, and obnoxious friends. You didn’t say a word the whole lunch period, and you thought maybe they wouldn’t invite you to sit with them again realizing how weird and quiet you were. But they did, they invited you again the next day and the day after and everyday after that. Before you realized it you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

They made you feel loved and cared for and like you actually had a family.

“What do you say?” Chan asked holding up a bottle of tequila in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

“Well, we did vodka last time. Let’s do tequila!” You preferred tequila anyway, slutty though it may may be dubbed. “Let’s get the limes before we forget.”

Before long the trolley was filled with a couple of bottles of tequila, cheap booze and snacks. Mainly shit for nachos since Jinnie and Felix agreed to bring pizza. The cashier was ringing up your stuff rather slowly, the guy looked like he had just been dumped or something judging by the way he kept glancing between you and Chan with a salty look, you almost wanted to clarify that, “No, we’re not dating.”

But it was common for people to think you were. Some people even thought you were in an open relationship with a couple of your friends considering how clingy and inseparable you all were with each other. The thought still confused you but who cares what anyone else thought.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Chan called you out of your thoughts while handing his card to the cashier, “would it be okay if Changbin came over?”

Changbin. You hadn’t hung out with him since the start of summer at Seungmin’s house party. He had moved away after high school and you didn’t keep up with him the way the guys did. It had been over a year since you could say you were actually friends, not that there were any hard feelings. He just moved away and that was that. You were annoyed at the slight ache of your heart at the sound of his name. Don’t be stupid.

After a year he actually transferred to the same uni as the guys and you, but you didn’t speak more than a few words and small talk at lunch or whatever. This semester had been hard on everyone so it’s not like there was time to hang out and much less everyone at the same time, and anytime you did hang out with the guys, he was never there and vice versa. A small part of you wondered if he was avoiding you, but that was stupid. You weren’t important enough to be avoided.

Chan took note of your hesitation, he was the only one who knew how annoyed you were at the whole situation of Changbin leaving. As good as you were at holding your liquor you weren’t invincible and the only time your girl friend convinced you to go to the BTP open party first weekend of the semester he was the one you called to help you get home and along the way spilled your guts both emotionally and literally.

“It’s cool if you’re not okay with it, he doesn’t know about the kick back I was just—“

“No, it’s fine,” You said cutting Chan off and mustering up a fake smile, “Invite him. The more the merrier, right?”

Right?

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was getting close to midnight when Chan walked in. Your apartment was warm both from the booze and from the heater. Jinnie and Felix were cuddled together on the dark gray sofa, Minho was the only one actually eating the food everyone brought, Seungmin and Jeongin were playing video games and Jisung was sprawled on the floor with his head in your lap watching YouTube videos. Your hand stopped suddenly in his hair as you saw who walked in behind your best friend.

“Hey guys! Sorry we’re late,” Chan greeted before kicking his vans off at the entrance and making his way over, sitting on your other side as to not bother Jisung.

“Heyyy, look what the cat dragged in,” Hyunjin cooed cocking an eyebrow at Changbin before glancing at you. He pushed Felix to the side and went to fetch the tequila. “Now that everyone is here we can finally get this party started!”

You shifted nervously on your bum as Jisung sat up right giving space so Changbin could sit next to him, subconsciously you scooted so close to Chan you were almost on his lap.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, glancing sheepishly at him. “No it’s okay,” He said placing a hand on your knee. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” “No, no, it’s okay, really!” You said, the boys were bickering amongst themselves over what drinking game we should start with, so no one was paying attention to you guys. You were grateful. “It’s not like we’re ex’s or anything.”

Chan rolled his eyes laughing, his dimples coming through. The sound made you relax, and smile.

All the while, Changbin was observing you without you even noticing. He didn’t mean to avoid you, he wasn’t even completely sure why he did that. Maybe it was the fear he felt of losing you when his parents announced they were moving away, afraid of losing what could be. Maybe it was how he saw the way you looked at Chan and figured he didn’t have a chance. Maybe it was the fact that he felt a certain way towards you that he couldn’t totally understand therefore wanted to avoid it at all costs. He still remembered the look on your face when he told you he was leaving.

Was it sadness he saw in your eyes? Even if it was, you covered it up quickly not wanting him to see. He wanted to see it, though.

“Okay listen up homosexuals!” Jinnie announced clapping his hands, “we’re going to start with something easy.” “Truth or dare!” Jisung yelled, startling you into a small jump, “Oh sorry, (Y/N).” You playfully shoved Ji’s shoulder, “Yeah truth or dare!” “No,” Hyunjin said exasperatedly, “That will come later, we’re starting with: Never Have I Ever.”

Everyone collectively groaned in protest.

It was a hard game to play because it was so easy to manipulate each other into getting drunk. There was little that was hidden between everyone, you guys were practically an open book with each other.

“Sounds fun to me!” Chan said giving a sly smirk. “Yeah same here,” Seungmin agreed a little too enthusiastically. “I’m good at this game.” Jeongin piped in, cutely raising his hand.

You puffed your cheeks out and furrowed your brows in cute frustration, “but I don’t wanna~” You whined crossing your arms.

“Too bad princess, it’s been decided.” Hyunjin said devilishly as he poured everyone's shot glass. You fidgeted it around annoyingly as your friends played Rock Paper Scissors to decided who would start the game. You were bad at rock, paper, scissors too so you didn’t bother joining in.

“Yes!” Felix shouted in triumph, “Okay let’s go! First one. Never have I ever… Kissed a stranger.”

“Oh come on!” Jisung protested, “That’s not fair, everyone has!” “Not me,” Felix said giving a smirk of satisfaction.

Everyone took a shot except Felix and Jeongin.

Minho went next, “Never have I ever… Sent someone a naughty picture.”

“What!!” “No way!” “Seriously?!”

Everyone was shouting their annoyance before taking another shot and refilling each others glasses. You mumbled a thanks to Chan for filling yours. Minho was the only one who didn’t shoot.

“Never have I ever…” Seungmin glanced your way before continuing, “Made out with the same sex.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed, not that it was something to be embarrassed about. It only happened once and she was hot and you were drunk and for god’s sake it was opening weekend! But… how did he know?

“Hey that’s discrimination,” Jinnie protested as he and Felix linked their shot arms around each other’s before drinking. “Lucky we’re okay with it.”

You stared at your glass biting your lip, Seungmin’s stare was burning holes in you, “aren’t you going to drink, (Y/N)?” He asked.

Everyone snapped to look at you, including Changbin who raised an eyebrow. His baseball hat hid most of his eyes, but you had memorized the way his face moved since the day you met him.

“Really?” “What, when? WITH WHO?” “You never told me,” Chan said laughing, covering his mouth with his hand in shock.

You licked your teeth and scrunched your face up trying not to curse Seungmin to hell before shooting your shot back and slamming the glass on the table without any salt or lime to follow.

“You’re such an ass.” You replied staring Seungmin down, whipping the bit of liquor off your chin.

He shrugged nonchalantly before nodding at Jeongin to continue which was unfair as he was still pretty innocent and everyone always had to drink to his never have I ever’s.

Changbin was next and you made eye contact with him for the first time in weeks. His dark eyes made your heart stop, they were unreadable as always and you felt exposed under his gaze. You quickly blinked away not wanting anyone to notice. “Never have I ever.. had a friend with benefits.”

“What?!” Jisung exlaimed, “Liar!” Changbin laughed shaking his head, “One night stands and friends with benefits are not the same.”

More groans were heard around as everyone took a shot, except you and Changbin.

“What? Really?” Jisung asked nudging you.

You blinked at him.

“What? Is it that surprising?” What did they take you for? “Like Changbin said, one night stands and friends with benefits are not the same thing.” You shrugged cheekily crossing your arms over your chest.

Jisung was next, “Never have I ever, given a lap dance.”

Boy were you on a roll, finally! “I haven’t!!” You shouted startling Jisung.

“No way!! What about opening night?!” Why was everyone trying to bring up dirt from opening night? It was starting to seem suspicious.

“What about opening night? You mean the pole dancing?” He nodded expectantly, “Pole dancing does not equal lap dance, oh innocent one.” You cooed pinching his cheeks.

“Okay my turn!!” You shouted gleefully, trying to think of something they’ve all done that you hadn’t. You hummed, musing, nibbling your lip, “Oh, I know! Never have I ever watched p*rn with someone else!”

“Why is that so oddly specific?” Chan asked taking his shot. “Because I know y’all are dirty,” You said watching as every single one of them took a shot.

Except one person.

Chan looked over at Changbin suspiciously, Changbin shrugged as if they were communicating telepathically, “Seriously? Never?”

“Nope, never." Changbin said before laughing.

“I guess we know a future dare.” Hyunjin said looking between you and Changbin with an evil grin.

You didn’t like the sound of that.

The game continued on for what seemed like forever and with each question your sanity slipped further and further away. Eventually the tequila was switched for regular booze as most of you were starting to crossover from tipsy to drunk.

Never Have I Ever: Slept nude - drink Skinny dipped - drink Hooked up with someone you just met - drink

“Okay okay okay, last one,” Chan stirred his accent getting thicker the more he drank, “Never have I ever… thought of someone else while having sex.”

Fuck. Me.

You glared at him, which all he did was return a stupid grin before hiccuping. Everyone was quiet looking to see who would be the one to drink. Chan really knew all of your dirty secrets and you tried to make a mental note of never telling him anything ever again, even though you knew that wouldn’t work out well.

As you held up the glass to your lips you made eye contact with him again. Changbin also drank to that. You paused for a moment, remembering your one night stand at the BTP party and how the guy was nice enough and cute enough, and buff enough… but he wasn’t enough. He wasn’t as good looking as Changbin, he wasn’t as hot or as toned as Changbin, his voice wasn’t as sexy as Changbin’s and his arms weren’t as sexy as Changbin’s, and your drunken ass told Chan that as he held your hair back on your bathroom floor as you puked up everything you had ever digested that day and cried to him about the guy not being Changbin.

What. The. Hell.

“Ohh~” Everyone cooed darkly looking between you too. “That’s kind of hot,” Jinnie said before deciding we were moving on to truth or dare.

“I need some fresh air,” You said, before grabbing your coat and rushing out the front door into the cold December air. There was a knot that had begun to form in your chest, you knew if you didn’t get out of there you would probably have a panic attack.

“Fuck you, Christopher Bang!” You shouted before climbing the stairs on the side of the building up to the rooftop. It was late and cold, so no one would be up there. No one was ever really up there, the sight wasn’t anything special. You could see campus from here and some hills in the distance. You pulled out a vape pen and sucked in a deep breath of menthol. The familiar feeling of smoke filling your lungs took the edge off. Not that it was something to be proud of, but we all had our vices.

You tensed as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and cursed yourself for forgetting your pocket knife down in the apartment. One could never be too safe but assuming it was just Chan you started,

“You’re such an asshole Christopher Bang I’m never telling you anything ev—“ You deadpanned as you turned around to see Seo Changbin at the top of the stairs. Your eyes widened and you quickly hid your vape in the your jacket pocket. “I— I’m so sorry I thought you were Chan.”

He waved dismissively, “Can I… Can I join you?”

You nodded and for some reason you didn’t want anything more than to just disappear at that very moment.

“It’s…” you started, looking over the edge of the apartment building, “It’s nice to see you again. I mean we see each other on campus and stuff but I mean, you know, all together again.”

You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut annoyed with how stupid the words coming out of your mouth sounded. You were surprised when Changbin chuckled. He liked it when you got flustered.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” His hands were in his pockets but it seemed like they were clenched. “Chan mentioned you did well on your performance midterm.”

Chan talked about you with him? “Oh, that… yeah it was okay. I still need to do better.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” You met his gaze, “You’ve always been so hard on yourself.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t say anything at all. The silence drew on, sitting somewhere between awkward and comfortable silence. But at the same time, that’s how it always used to be. Changbin was never overtly clingy, at least not to you, and you never were to him always keeping a respectful distance. Not because he was mean but… you just assumed he didn’t want to cling to you.

“I’m sorry for not reaching out when you left.” You mumbled breaking the silence at last. “No, it’s okay.” He said, taking his hat off, ruffling his hair and putting it back on. You smiled at the gesture and he smiled back catching you staring, “What?”

“Nothing. I just missed this.” He nodded in agreement before suggesting you two go back inside before the guys started to worry.

You returned to a painful game of truth or dare. And by painful you meant extremely embarrassing you could literally die.

“I have to do what?!” You were standing, hands on hips, foot tapping impatiently waiting for someone to explain what happened while you went to pee out the alcohol.

“Just pick a shot glass and drink, whichever you want.” Chan said for the third time.

“Okay but what’s the catch? Do I die? Am I poised? Do I turn into a fucking pumpkin?”

“You have to sit on said persons lap.” Jinnie deadpanned.

“I… what?”

“Choose a glass and drink it and whoever poured that glass, you have to sit on their lap for twenty minutes.” Everyone seemed giddy with Hyunjin’s explanation but you could feel your cheeks burning at the small chance that you would end up picking his glass and— no, no, no, shut up there’s literally seven other glasses that means the odds are 1 out of 8.. that’s good.. right?

You whined and stomped over to the coffee table where the shot glasses were formed in a circle. Logically, they just poured them out and placed the glasses in front of them right? You smiled, grabbing the glass that was closet to Chan, convinced that it was his. If you had to do such a weird and uncomfortable thing, at least do it with your best friend, right?

You threw back the glass feeling the hot liquid drip down your throat. “There! Happy? So now I just sit here?” You asked pointing at Chan.

Seungmin shook his head mischievously, “No, you sit over there,” you followed his finger to Changbin who was seated on an accent chair next to the sofa, he was smirking at you and god he looked so hot with that black t-shirt and,

“Wait- what?! Why?” You asked in protest. “Weren’t you paying attention!” Jisung shouted standing up and pushing you over to Changbin. “We switched up the glasses dummy. We knew you’d just go for Chan’s glass so we switched them around.”

“Sorry baby girl, can’t save you this time.” Chan said apologetically.

Jisung pushed you down into Changbin’s lap and you could feel him tense up. The guys couldn’t stop laughing and Hyunjin even took a picture, probably to blackmail you with later.

“S-sorry.” You stammered, so low you weren’t sure Changbin heard it. To your surprise he wrapped his arms around your waist and arms and secured you in place. That only made everyone lose their shit once again. You were sure your cheeks would be stained permanently red from now on.

What you didn’t realize is that most of tonight was a set up. No thanks to Chan. He knew how you felt, and he knew how Changbin felt. Chan was tired of being the middle man when neither of you wanted to confront your feelings for each other, so that’s what led you here. The night continued and you felt that every minuted was an eternity.

You were extremely aware of everything going on at that moment, despite the alcohol that still lingered in your veins. You were painfully aware of Changbin’s arms and how his muscles flexed with even the smallest movement or shift from them, of how his breath seemed to become shallower with the time that passed, of how hot his hand felt on your skin between your jeans and top that rid up, though, it was only a graze, or of how you could have sworn you could feel his heart beating from his chest pressed against your back. Maybe that was your own? Since this was your dare and Changbin was also suffering for it, the only mercy the guys offered you two was a pass until the 20 minutes were over.

“Okay, (Y/N), time!” Felix called as his timer went off. You immediately tried yeeting yourself off of Changbin but his grip stopped you

“But what if I like you here?” He asked, whispering in your ear. You were certain no one else heard but your eyes would have given everything away if someone had looked your way. There was a knot in your throat and butterflies in your stomach and that definitely made you… hot. He released you after a second, which you gratefully and not so gracefully sat on the cool floor, thankful for the guys being distracted and bickering for once.

Chan offered you a glass of water, though, he was probably doing it to sober you up but you really just needed to cool off.

“Changbin, truth or dare?” Minho asked “Truth.” “Have you ever thought about sleeping with (Y/N)?”

You chocked on the water you were chugging spitting it all over the front of your shirt, Chan was by you in an instant rubbing your back and telling you to look up so it would pass.

“Damn, talk about getting straight to the point,” Felix mused.

Chan helped pat dry your face and shirt while you peaked at Changbin through the corner of your eyes dreading what was going to come out of his mouth. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for a response.

“Yeah, of course.”

Yeah, of course?! What was that suppose to mean?!

The younger boys celebrated and high fived each other, before turning to Minho. “You owe us 20 each.” Jeongin said, Minho rolled his eyes before taking out his wallet.

Why were you friends with these assholes again?

“(Y/N)” “What?” You flinched in response to Hyunjin’s voice. “Truth or dare?”

You weighed your options. You really didn’t want to say truth for fear of them asking you the same thing and there was no way you could admit to wanting to sleep with Seo Changbin.

“Dare.” The dark grin that spread across Jinnie’s face made you instantly regret your choice, though you were positive you would have regretted it either way.

“I dare you to watch a p*rn video with Changbin.”

And that is how you ended up here, at 2am, kind of drunk, locked in your own bedroom, in the dark, with the only light source being from your laptop that sat in the middle of your small bed. You hugged your knees to your chest, staring at P-Hub’s home page. Changbin was sitting cross legged next to you leaning back on his arm.

“So…” He started, awkwardly. “Why don’t you choose?” “Me? Why don’t you?” He exhaled rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll probably choose something terrible. Don’t girls have better taste in adult videos anyway?” “What does that even mean?” You asked before jumping at the sound of someone pounding at the door.

“We don’t hear any video playing !!” It was Chan.

Mental note: kick his ass.

You sighed in defeat pulling the computer closer to you before typing in “morning sex” into the search bar.

“Really? Didn’t take you for a morning sex type of girl” Changbin mused. “I’m not, but that doesn’t mean it’s not cute to watch.” You replied scrolling through the videos looking for the least uncomfortable looking one. Maybe something vanilla will be less awkward. “So… you watch porn often?” He asked after a moment.

You stopped scrolling, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, “What do you care?” You turned to face him, but his face face was… so much closer than you were expecting. Your eyes widen slightly and your voice caught in your throat.

He was so… breathtaking. His dark eyes and soft skin unreadable… as always.

Clearing your throat you focus your attention back onto the screen. Though, you could feel Changbin’s eyes on you, observing you.

You finally settled on a video that looked innocent enough… well, as innocent as p*rn could be. The title was “Sensual morning s*x ended up with hard doggy.” Classy. The title didn’t even make sense but I guess that was budgeting for you.

Before you pressed play, you turned to face Changbin once again, trying not to linger on the thought of how his cologne smelled really… attractive. “No words.”

“No promises.” He replied before reaching over your lap and hitting the spacebar to play the video.

It started out slowly, with the guy’s hand going down her stomach. It’s quiet, though, he doesn’t waste any time on teasing and instead going straight into fingering her and palming her clit. It’s not long until you can hear her moans start to pick up at the sound of his fingers going in and out of her wet core. You couldn’t believe you were watching p*rn with Seo Changbin.

The girl in the video adjusts herself so that she can take the guys cock into her mouth while she’s on her back, him on his knees somewhere between letting her control his pleasure and him wanting to take over.

“Her boobs are pretty,” you muse, more so out of slight jealousy considering yours weren’t the biggest… they barely filled a b-cup.

“Aren’t you suppose to be here for the dick?” Changbin asked laughing a little louder than normal, that was the only thing that gave away his nerves.

You shrugged, “I guess it’s okay, it’s just when girls see things like this we tend to compare ourselves even though we don’t mean to.” What were you saying? Maybe you were still tipsier than you thought. Liquor had a way of bring out the truth in anyone.

“Your boobs are really nice.” You inhaled so quickly at Changbin’s compliment you started chocking again.

“How would you know that?” You asked hitting your chest to catch your breath.

“We went skinny dipping during the senior trip, remember?”

Oh, right. You did.

It was Hyunjin’s idea of course, and because it was Hyunjin’s idea Felix went too. Of course, Felix invited Chan who in turn invited Jisung, Changbin and you. The others didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to sneak out so it was just you guys. You snuck out of the cabins and trekked your way through the dark forest. That was the only time you ever held on so close to Changbin, gripping his arm, trying to keep up with their pace with the only light being from your phones to guide you.

Once you made it to the lake there was hidden booze and strip poker, followed by everyone jumping into the lake butt naked. You were all drunk so no one really remembers the skinny dipping part, and you almost forget it yourself.

“I.. almost forgot about that.” You said playing with the the hem of your shirt. “I don’t ever want to forget.” Changbin hummed. His eyes going back to the screen.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it even this vanilla video was turning you on. Or maybe it was the thought of Changbin being so close to you.

The guy finally put his dick in her and her moans were so pretty. The video was aesthetically pleasing, on a comfortable and wide couch. The sunlight was coming in through the blinds, it made her skin look so pretty. You didn’t realize earlier but the video is from his point of view so you could only make out his decent cock size and his hands on her thighs. Her moans started echoing around your room as he pounded into her, her boobs jiggling slightly at the pace. He held one of her legs up over his shoulder and massaged her boob with the other.

You didn’t realize how intently you were watching, biting your lip in anticipation of their sounds. Sounds really turned you on, probably more than watching did. You closed your eyes letting your imagination slip away little by little. You imagined being in that girls place. How long was it since you got laid?

“Fuck.” You muttered before realizing the word left your lips, your eyes springing open. “Sorry.”

Changbin wasn’t watching the screen anymore, you realized, he was watching you. The way your eyes had been so fixated on the screen, how you bit your lip so hard he thought you might bleed. The way you squeezed your eyes shut, your chest starting to rise and fall more shallow. He could tell you were imagining something. His eyes were dark with lust, his mind wondering how you would sound saying his name. Moaning from the pleasure that he was giving you.

His gaze made you shrink back into yourself, it made you wet and tremble. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and say something, anything to break this fog that was starting to swallow you.

“Wh-what are you thinking about?” You stuttered out, the moans from the computer screen sounding so distant now and drowned out by how loud Changbin felt.

“I’m thinking of..” He started, placing an index finger on your lips, tracing them ever so slowly. His eyes, hungry. “How your pretty lips would look around my cock.”

You were taken aback by his bold words, but there was no denying he was stoking a fire that was starting to form at the pit of your stomach. He slipped a finger into your mouth, you whimpered at the sensation, wrapping your tongue around his finger and closing your eyes, listening as his breathing deepened.

“Damn, (Y/N), I really didn’t take you for a slut.” He stuck a second finger into your mouth, making you moan slightly. “Look at me when I talk to you.”

He grabbed your jaw with his free hand, the sudden movement making you fall onto your back and him on top. His hat fell to the side and his messy hair made him look even more dangerous. The sudden movement made him snap out of his daze and sit up.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m so sorry that was uncalled for.” Changbin got to his feet, securing his hat firmly back on his head. “We finished the video, I’m going to head out first.”

Changbin rushed out and you followed soon after composing yourself only to find an empty and dark apartment.

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wayward-mikaelson · 3 years

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Winter's Doll-Chapter Eleven

Word Count: 2988

About: Bucky find out about Nadia and Thor leading to bickering during a mission

Characters: Nadia, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Tony (mentioned), and Thor (Mentioned)

Pairing: None

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Training, Mentions of one night stand, Bickering, Injury, Blood,

A/N: Getting closer to the end of Series One of this fic!!!! Yes there were be a sequel but I still need to plan it out before I can write it down.

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By the time Nadia is healed from Bucky’s night terror attack, the team was preparing for a mission. A mission that didn't involve Nikola Alekiev, which for Nadia was a breath of fresh air. For the last few weeks, Nadia had been consumed with every little detail of her brother's last few years of life. She rewatched his vlogs, directing what she could. Seeing if there was something she had missed. Seeing if there could have been some sort of secret message hidden that only she could find.

But there had been nothing.

Nadia sat in the training room, her hands were wrapped and prepped for the punching bag before her. Bucky stood beside the bag watching Nadia. This was to see if she was fit to go on this mission. Both physically and mentally. Per Steve's orders and Bucky was there to help Nadia out.

"You're lost in thought," Bucky took a step towards her. "Wanna know how i can tell?" Bucky knelt down and fixed one of Nadia's wrapped up hands.

"Oh," Nadia simply said. She had even realized she drifted off and messed up her wrapping. She had been doing that a lot. Probably why Steve wanted to see if she was fit. "I'm sorry."

Bucky chuckled. "Don't be," he looked up at her and smiled. "You have a lot on your mind. There," Bucky stood up and looked behind him. "You sure you're up for this mission?"

Nadia huffed and glared at Bucky. "You too? Really? I thought you were on my side and helping me."

"Nadie," Bucky slowly said. "I am, but from an outsiders point of view, it looks like you aren't capable of handling a simple mission."

Nadia took a deep breath and stood up. Bucky was right, she really wasn't in the right mindset for any of this. But she also needed something to distract her from anything Nikola related. Nadia also knew she needed to put it aside for the time being.

"You're right," Nadia moved in front of the punching bag. "But, I need a distraction. Clear my mind of anything related to Niks last moments. Even my parents." Nadia took a firm swing at the bag.

Over the last couple weeks, Nadia's parents were non stop calling. They'd call any chance they'd get, at any given time of day. It was getting pretty annoying and Nadia had told her parents that when they call, they disrupt work but did they listen? Nope. They took advantage of the situation they were in. Which was a crappy situation.

“Mama,” Nadia told her mother that very morning. “You and Papa need to stop calling. I’m being serious. You’re disrupting work and training.”

Nadia’s mother huffed over the receiver. “Well, Nadia, there isn’t anything to do here. When will we get to leave and go back home? I miss my bed. I miss the little shrine area I made for your brother.”

“Mama! Stop,” Nadia was close to losing her shit. “If you don’t stop calling I will disconnect every wire in this compound to give my team some peace. Now will you please put Clint on the phone, I have to talk to him.”

Once Clint was on the phone, “I don’t know where she’s getting the idea that there isn’t anything to do here,” he joked. “She loves to be around the kids.”

“My mother is dramatic, Clint,” Nadia sighed and put her head on the counter. “If her or my dad give you any more issues or whatever, tranquilize them.”

Nadia hit and kicked the bag, while Bucky held it in place. He really didn’t need to, Naida really wasn’t beating the shit out of the bag, just enough to let out some steam and frustration. It was what she needed, and she didn’t know why she didn’t think of it before.

“Okay,” Bucky pulled away from the bag. “This isn’t going to help prove you're ready for the mission.”

“What?” Nadia was breathing hard.

Bucky didn’t answer. Instead, he gripped Nadia’s arm tight and spun her around until she was flushed against his chest. Slowly, he brushed the hair from her face, not showing an ounce of emotion. Before Nadia could comprehend what had just happened, Bucky spun her back around until he had her in a choke hold, with both his arms. The hold wasn’t tight, but tight enough to keep Nadia in place.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” Nadia started trying to get out of his grip.

“Easy, Nadia,” Bucky’s voice was neutral and firm. “Do what you need to, to get out of this.”

Nadia stopped and thought about what she was going to do next. She knew she couldn’t throw her head back and hit Bucky’s face, his arm was protecting it while holding her in place. If only she was able to reach the bobby pin in her pocket. Why did she have a stray bobby pin? She didn’t know why, just that there was one in her pocket.

“Do I need to walk you through this?” Bucky asked after a moment.

“No,” Nadia grunted. “I got this.”

Nadia dived into her surroundings. She couldn’t use her upper body due to being held tightly. She really couldn’t use her hands cause they were pinned to her sides by Bucky’s arms. Which was smart honestly. Nadia was only left with her legs. She pictured the way Bucky was standing and found that his stance wasn’t the best.

With a small chuckle Nadia said, “Brace yourself.”

Before Bucky could say anything, Nadia kicked a leg towards his unstable one and pushed out from under him. The two of them fall backwards, causing Nadia’s head to smack right into Bucky’s face. Bucky groaned and let go of Nadia, giving Nadia enough time to roll off Bucky, only to turn around and straddle him and grip his neck.

Bucky stared at Nadia in surprise. “Wow, um, that was unexpected.” Bucky somewhat was expecting to be knocked down, but not Nadia sitting on top of him. Oh the times he’s imagined what it would look like and now, there she was with a grip on his neck and a firm look in her eyes.

“Next time give me a warning,” Nadia let go and got off Bucky. As much as she loved having her legs on either side of the man under her, she couldn’t stay much longer. The moment she felt the slightest bit of arousal, she had to get up. “So,” Nadia gave a smile and crossed her legs together, hoping to ward off the ache that was slowly creeping in. “Did I pass?”

Bucky sat up, trying to let go of the imagine that was now embedded in his mind. “Um,” Bucky started to say. “Yeah,” he shook his head and stood up. “That was good. Really good.”

Nadia noticed that Bucky was acting a bit weird. “Are you okay?”

Bucky turned towards Nadia. He knew he couldn’t tell her the truth, it’d probably freak or weird her out. “You have a hard head, kind of gave me whiplash or something.” Bucky smiled and winked at her. “I’m going to go let Steve know that you’re up for this.”

***

“Wait, wait,” Wanda sat down on the couch next to Nadia. “Back up.” She waved her hands around with her eyes closed. “You what?”

Nadia had quickly found Wanda to tell her what had happened. Wanda, knowing just about everything about her little crush on Bucky. When she told Wanda about what had happened in the training room she just about coughed on her drink.

“I sat on him,” Nadia felt her face burn up as she said the words. “Oh, God.” Nadia covered her face. “Of all the things I could have done! I straddle one of my good friends?! Why, why, why?”

Wanda scooted closer and took hold of Nadia’s hands. “Nadie,” Wanda’s calm voice had Nadia looking up. “One, it was a training exercise. Two, I can already see the things you wanted to do to him.”

Nadia groaned. “Wanda, no, please?”

When Bucky left Nadia in the training room, Nadia couldn’t help but think about the things that she could have done to him. Obviously, if he felt the same towards her. She wanted to slowly slide back until she felt his clothed cock pressing on her clothed and aching core. Nadia wanted to rock and grind her hips until she felt Bucky get hard enough to flip her around and pin to her training mats.

Evening thinking about again was making Nadia feral. She needed to get that feeling taken care of before she went on the mission. If Steve would let her, that is.

“So, are you going to admit it now?” Wanda reached over to pick up her glass of water. “Or do I need to drag it out of you by reminding you more.”

Nadia didn’t like the game Wanda was playing. “Fine,” Nadia stood up and put her hand on her hips. “You win.”

“Really?” Wanda cocked an eyebrow and leaned back in her seat. “What did I win at?”

“I think I’ve fallen for my best guy friend and I don’t know if he feels the same,” Nadia waved a hand at Wanda.

“You think?” Wanda scrunched up her nose.

“Fine, then,” Nadia licked her lips and looked down at the floor. “I’m in love with Bucky.”

“Now, that’s what I wanted to hear.” Wanda smiled. “But.”

“But what?” Nadia asked, flopping back onto the couch. “There isn’t any buts except, does he like me? Only you would know.”

Wanda set her glass down. “I was talking about Thor. And I’m not sure, Bucky is pretty private in his mind. He knows how to keep things locked up.”

Nadia felt her breath get caught in her throat. She hadn’t thought about that night in almost a month. So much had happened after sleeping with Thor that she thought she forgot it. Nope, the memories of that night had started flooding her brian.

The Bar.

The table sex.

The sex on her desk. That still had nail marks on it.

The shower sex that was supposed to be a clean up session.

Then Thor held Nadia until she fell asleep.

“What about it?” Nadia asked slowly.

“Are you going to tell him about it?” Wanda was the only person who knew about Nadia and Thor.

“Should I tell him I slept with Thor?” Nadia asked softly.

“Thor’s practically a team member,” Wanda answered. “Wouldn’t want it to be awkward if..."

“You slept with Thor?”

The voice caused the color in Nadia's face to drain. It wasn’t who said it because Nadia knew who it was without turning around. It was how it was said. The sound of disbelief and hurt? Was that hurt Nadia heard in his voice? Everything in her body told Nadia not to turn around but she did anyway.

Bucky stood in the entryway of the living room. The look on his face was emotionless but Nadia saw the look in his eyes, those bright blue eyes, looked pained for a moment. When Bucky looked down, he shook his head and looked back up at Nadia. The slightest bit of emotion that Nadia saw, it was long gone now. Bucky’s eyes were just as emotionless as his face.

“”Bucky,” Nadia softly.

“Steve wants to see you,” Bucky turned on his heel and left the room.

Nadia turned back to Wanda whose lips were in a straight line. “You knew he was there, didn’t you?” Her voice was firm.

“I didn’t,” Wanda shook her head.

But it didn’t make the situation any better. Why did Bucky’s reaction bother her so much?

“What’s up with Bucky?” Sam came into the living room. “I said hi to him and he told me to fuck off.”

“He overheard me saying I slept with Thor,” Nadia started to make her way out.

“Ah,” Sam nodded his head. “I see now.”

“See what?’ Nadia asked.

“It’s still so funny that the two of you don’t see it.” Sam walked away, leaving Nadia even more confused than she was before.

***

“Nadia, Bucky,” Steve had just finished briefing everyone for the mission. “The two of you will walk the inside perimeter. Make sure none of Rumlows men gets through. Fire only if you’re being fired at. And for the sake of this mission, be cordial.”

Since Bucky found out that Nadia slept with Thor, the two of them have avoided each other like the plague. When other members of the team found out, it all made sense. But this mission they wouldn’t be able to avoid each other and Steve knew that. That’s why Steve paired them together. He had hoped that maybe they’d talk it through and put it behind them.

“At least Thor had the sense to shoot his shot,” Tony had said. “Barnes is too slow for this time.”

“At least Bucky’s a gentleman,” Steve had snapped at him. “Thor hasn’t been able to keep it in his pants since Jane dumped him.”

Now, while Nadia gears up next to Bucky, the two of them are dead silent. Nadia could feel the glare he was giving her the whole time. The tension between the two was going to get one of them hurt or killed.

Don’t speak unless it’s about the mission, Nadia thought as she strapped a thigh holster to herself. Her suit wasn’t her stealth suit, it was just a plain old suit similar to the one she trained in. According to Tony, he wanted to add something to it and it’s been in the shop since.

“Ready?” Bucky’s tone was neutral. “Or are you waiting for Thor to come so you can have more of him.”

Nadia never wanted to bitch slap someone in her whole life. “You know what Barnes,” she took a few steps towards Bucky. Bucky could see the anger steaming off her entire body. “You can go fuck yourself.” The venom in her words cut Bucky but part of him didn’t care.

“Bucky,” Steve’s cool tone was next. “Just focus on the mission.”

Nadia spun on her heels and made her way out of the quinjet. She didn’t have time for this and it was too late to drop this mission. She worked too hard to prove that she was capable of this. All she had to do was get through this mission and once they were back at the compound, she was going to pack a weekend bag and go see her parents.

The mission was going smoothly. Bucky and Nadia were quietly walking the inside perimeter, not talking to each other. The only time they spoke was if Steve checked in to see how they were doing. It was perfect until Bucky opened his mouth.

“Why him?” Bucky asked Nadia.

“What?” Nadia looked back at Bucky. He had been walking slow.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t play dumb,” Bucky taunted.

“You know what,” Nadia spun around and stood chest to chest with Bucky. The look of surprise with a hint of ‘oh shit i messed up’ in his eyes, gave her some pleasure. “It doesn’t matter to you who I fuck. Okay?!”

“Nadia,” Natasha’s voice warned in the coms.

“You guys need to do this another time,” Steve also warned.

Nadia ignored. “So what, I slept with Thor. It was a one time thing. I was drunk. He’s the one who came and checked on me, not you. If it were you, well, it would be another story wouldn’t it. Now shut up, put your whatever this is aside, and let’s focus on this mission.”

Nadia turned around and the next thing she felt was something ripping through her suit at both her shoulder and stomach. The suit she wore wasn’t Tony’s fancy bullet proof fabric. This was just plain old spandex like fabric. The pain that followed made Nadia wish she passed out. But she didn’t, she felt the pain radiate through her whole body as she fell to her knees.

“Nadia,” Bucky yelled. He was right there pulling her out of the line of fire and into an empty room. Bucky knocked everything off the only table in the room and laid Nadia down. Soon he was pressing his metal hand firmly on the wounded stomach. Nadia could feel the blood slowly seeping out of her.

The pressure from Bucky’s hand was enough to make Nadia scream, but she couldn’t. The intense pain in her shoulder was keeping her from doing that. Only a few whimpers came out here and there and Bucky was there to give her calm and reassuring words.

“Nadia’s been hit,” there was panic in Bucky’s words. “Good news, bullet went clean through her shoulder, didn’t hit anything important. Bad news, the bullet that hit her stomach is still in there. I gotta get it out.”

“Do you know where it is?” Steve asked.

“Barnes, don’t do anything, I’m on my way,” Natasha said. “Sam, can you get a visual on where they’re at.”

“South part of the building,” Sam’s voice seemed to echo in Nadia’s ears. But the only thing that she could really focus on was the look on Bucky’s face. There was fear and worry written all over it.

“She’s right,” Nadia breathed out. “Better to get me back to the quinjet and out of here.” But Bucky just stared at her. He didn’t know how to tell her how sorry he was for being an asshole. He felt the same kind of guilt he felt when he discovered he hurt her during a nightmare.

Natasha showed up a few moments later. She was going to cover Bucky and Nadia while Bucky carried her back to the quinjet. “It’s okay,” Bucky whispered when Nadia groaned. “It’ll be okay.”

And that was the last thing Nadia heard before passing out.

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The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 4: COFFEE CONFUSION

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Chapter 4: Coffee Confusion

“Goodmorning to our new rock star!” Peter groans when May flips the light switch. The brightness stings his eyes and he grabs the blankets to cover his face. “Morning,” he says groggily. He doesn’t want to leave his aunt standing there so he lowers the sheets after all and peeks at her. “Hi.” “Scoot over,” she orders him. “You gotta tell me everything.” Peter does as she asks and moves a little closer to the wall to create space for her.

May had been very upset that she wouldn’t be able to attend the show. She’d already signed up to help out in the local homeless shelter on New Year’s Eve. As much as she hated that she'd miss Peter's first big set, she couldn’t bail on that. “Well?” She asks, her eyes shimmering with pride. Peter chuckles and enthusiastically tells her all the juicy details. About the huge stage, great crowd and how he still feels that none of it is real. He drops a quick remark about Tony too, but he doesn’t want to spend too much attention talking about the man. Tony's simply not worth it. “...And we stayed for three more hours having a good time with some crew members. Gosh, May, it’s been… I don’t even know how to describe it!” He chuckles in amazement. “It’s insane, like, what even?!" “I’m so, so proud of you Peter,” May says quietly and leans in for a tight hug. “Alsooo, did you know you made the news?” “What?!” “The reviews about the show are off the charts! And The Arachnoids are mentioned more than once, here lemme show you.”

Peter turns to sit upright and he stares at May’s phone to read the article she’s talking about. His eyes widen at seeing the headline.

The Arachnoids: Will these talented youngsters make it to The Avengers’ World Tour?

Peter huffs. “As if! There are way more qualified bands than us.” “Yet they asked you for this show.” “Mh,” Peter responds, his lips pressing together. It’s slowly starting to be a little overwhelming. The attention, the praise, the success. When they started The Arachnoids for a high school project four years ago they never thought any of this was possible. “We’ll see,” he says eventually. May nods understandingly and ruffles through his hair.

“If you go see your friends today, could you maybe hop by the shelter? I forgot my bag there last night.” “Of course,” Peter smiles. “Thank you. You hungry? I made breakfast!” Peter frowns. “What did you make?” “Oh, don’t be so suspicious. I know how to make waffles, thank you very much."

Peter chuckles.

“Peter! Hi!” Peter waves at his friends and walks over to the small table they're seated at. He takes off his thick coat, carefully draping it on the backrest of the chair. He slumps into the seat. “So, how are my famous friends, mh?” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows. MJ laughs and shoves an extra large caramel latte his way. “Not that famous, no one in the shop knows who we are.” “Except for Brad, of course,” Ned chuckles and waves at the barista. Brad’s face lights up and he nods his head at them. MJ shrinks in her seat.

“Hey, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine,” she murmurs. Peter sighs and puts his hand on top of hers. She looks up. “Em, we can find a different coffee shop if you want.” “Yes,” Ned joins in. “I’m sorry- For a second I forgot about… Y’know. I’m sorry MJ.”

The girl shakes her head and presses her lips together. Her eyes clearly show that Brad is still a sore spot for her. “No, I’m alright. Really. I don’t want to change my life just because of the breakup. I like this place, and if he’s a part of it… So be it. Can we, uhm, talk about something else?”

Instantly, Ned starts rambling on about this new Netflix series he and MJ are both watching and Peter smiles. Ned is sweet, knowing exactly what to say to distract her. Peter still feels bad for their friend. MJ and Brad made a cute couple. She'd told Brad that she’s demisexual and how she needed more time to figure out her feelings for him. Just as she started to realize that maybe she did like him like that; he got impatient and left.

It’s been nearly a year now, but it’s clear it still hurts her. Peter wishes he could do something to take her sadness and insecurities away. She’s so scared to meet someone new- scared they might dismiss her for her sexuality as well. That’s why he’d been so thrilled to see her interact with Harley last night. Of course, she doesn’t know the roadie even a tiny bit so any attraction is out of the question. It’s a step in the right direction, though. “Peter, have you started watching it yet?” “No, not yet, I-”

MJ’s phone buzzes and she frowns. “I’m sorry, let me check real quick.” She opens the message and Peter cocks his head curiously. She never checks on her messages in the midst of a conversation. MJ giggles and quickly starts typing back, shaking her head lightly. After she sends her message, she puts her phone down and eyes the boys. “What?” “You know what!” Ned teases. “Do tell?” “Guys! It’s just- It’s just, uhm, Harley? He sent us a couple of pictures from our show last night. Didn’t you get them?” Peter forces himself to not smile too broadly. “I didn’t check yet.” “Me neither,” Ned adds. “Can we see them?” He reaches for her phone, but MJ quickly puts her hand over it, sliding it towards herself. She smiles at them sheepishly, knowing damn well they aren’t stupid.

“It’s nothing,” she stresses. “I swear. Y’know I don’t… Yeah. He wanted my number just in case. He's actually in a discussion with the managers now, lobbying for our band to be the support act on their new world tour.”

“World tour? Wait, so, the press wasn’t just saying things?” Peter is so confused right now. “Does Harley think we’re that good?” “Not just Harley, Pete. Everyone loved us.” “Except for Stark,” Ned scoffs. “He'll die of a heart attack if we join them.” “He hates everyone so I don’t think it matters that much who the support act is,” MJ sighs. Peter swallows, thinking back on his short talk with the man yesterday.

“He… He likes us though. He, eh, told me.” “He what?” “Peter! What happened?!” Peter sighs and wraps his hands around his large coffee mug. He shakes his head. “Honestly, not that much. When I went to get the van I ran into him outside. He… Said we’re unique and that he was having a shitty day. After that he went all asshole again, but… I dunno. I think there’s more to his behavior than we thought.”

MJ and Ned are quiet for a good second and Peter takes the opportunity to finally sip from his drink. The sweet and bitter mixture fills his mouth and he hums quietly to himself. This will forever be his favorite drink. “Most assholes are assholes for a reason,” Ned finally adds to it. “But it doesn’t make them any less shitty.” “Oh no, for sure,” Peter agrees. “I told him he should get himself sorted out.” MJ laughs and pats him on his back. Peter grins proudly.

Just when he wants to take another sip from his drink, MJ’s phone buzzes again. She stoically ignores it, clearly trying to evade more teasing. Peter cocks an eyebrow at her. “You can look, don’t worry. We were joking, but we'd never judge you, I promise. Harley’s nice and it’s sweet that he wants to help us.” “Exactly,” Ned smiles. “You know we love you. Completely.” MJ casts her eyes down, but she can’t hide the happy, yet fragile smile on her face. Peter hates how her sexuality makes her question herself so often. He makes a mental note to not tease her about Harley anymore. Not until she brings it up again.

Slowly she takes her phone and reads the message she received. MJ gasps, eyes widening. “Holy shit, I’m-” This time, she shoves her phone toward the middle of the table. Peter and Ned immediately lean forward to read whatever is on there.

Good news!!!😱😱 I talked to Happy & Bruce and they’re gonna contact you, possibly tonight!! Ofc, nothing’s set yet, but they're super excited! If you wanna rock the world girl, take this chance! 💫🥁🎸

Peter leans back against his chair, utterly dumbfounded. Until yesterday, they never even played for more than 400 people at once. Now they're invited for a world tour, in front of huge crowds. He bites onto his lower lip. “I-I’m gonna have to discuss this with May,” he whispers quietly. “Do you… Do you guys want to do this? If we get the chance?”

“I think we all need to think about this,” Ned mumbles. “My first reaction is yes, of course! But God, I’m absolutely terrified.” “Yeah,” MJ sighs. “It’s a lot. What if we go home, think about it, and meet each other at my place for dinner?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Peter breathes and he looks into his cup. The brown liquid is no longer steaming. He brings the mug towards his lips and chugs it down in one go.

He’s got some thinking to do.

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ramking fic: gimme the Tee

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Summary:

Some dialogues that need to happen. Set after Cool Boy, won't probably make much sense without it. After a leisurely breakfast, probably.

Knock knock who's there?

Notes:

I am a tiny, tiny bit sorry about that terrible title. Not enough to not keep it though.

The knock on the door startles King out of his favorite routine. Three urgent raps of knuckles against wood, and some crumbs of soil spilled onto the floor.

He’s been deep into a contented buzz of mindless concentration, murmuring playful nothings and letting his hands and senses do the work, completing his round of checking up on his plants after breakfast. He tends to get a tiny bit lost in it, maybe. Especially when he feels as light as he does today.

When the knock is repeated, although with some hesitance, King brushes his hands off on his pants, and goes to answer.

Finding himself face to face with Tee's raised eyebrows.

“Hello and good morning, most esteemed project assistant!”

There’s a cupholder with two steaming hot drinks in his hand, and a laptop clutched under his other arm. King’s eyes barely have time to narrow.

“Soooo, about our talking over the school paper’s blog article? On our reforestation charity project? And you helping me choose pictures and edit some paragraphs, would now be a good time? I thought it would be quicker in person.”

King’s eyes definitely do narrow then: “Our what? I didn’t know there was an OUR-anything?”

“Oh, I… texted you? Did you not see? Is now not good? I was on my way to the shops, so I thought I’d take a chance.”

King opens his mouth to say something, but his attention is drawn to the click of a door, and then Ram appears out of the bedroom, one headphone already in ear:

“I’ll be back with the dogs around three, text me if I should pick up any- P’Tee.” He stops short. King’s heartbeat stumbles and quickens.

Because. Oh.

There is that comical moment of them all blinking at each other. In silence. The one that's more than just the absence of sounds.

Then something well-meaning inside King decides that this is rather ridiculous, and he brushes over it, as light in tone as he dares:

“Okay, Ai’Ning, see you later then.”

Ram turns big eyes on him, wide and a tad anxious: Will you be alright?

And it makes King want to laugh somehow, but also? His throat and chest feel kind of tight.

He manages a smile, possibly even a confident and soothing one.

Ram looks at Tee once again, who wiggles the fingers of the arm holding the laptop in an awkward wave.

Ram nods and slips out of the door next to Tee. Maybe King imagines it but his leaving steps do sound rather hurried.

King heaves a sigh, only partly for show:

“Well, dearest friend Tee, do come on in then.”

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Tee sets the drinks on the counter and King waits. Ignores the slow waves of panic that want to take hold, berating himself because what is there to fear? This is Tee.

Tee, who sets up the tablet, turning it on and tapping on the display. But he is biting his lips continuously; so King just waits for it.

“So. You two live together? “

There. No denying it now, really. But why does it feel like he’s supposed to guard secrets that are not only his own?

“He needed a place to stay.” No going wrong with a part of the truth though, is there? Still. The knot at the base of his tongue feels thicker, letting through less air.

Because how official are they? And is Ram out? And why the heck didn’t they talk about this?

Tee’s voice cuts in casual but curious: “I thought he had his own room, over with…”

“It’s family stuff. He needed a place to stay.”

“Okay!” Tee raises hands in an apologetic way and King thinks the echo of his own tone in his ear does ring rather uncharacteristically clipped.

The article draft is pulled onto the sceen, and King starts skimming over the lines of text, not really absorbing much.

“So… you guys are okay?”

It takes King aback.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well, there have been some tensions the last night at camp after our drinking game, and I just wondered…” King feels Tee’s eyes on him from the side. Then Tee coughs.

“Also there have been some ‘incident reports’ about late night yelling from an undiscerned tent…”

Heat shoots up to King’s neck and Tee throws up his hands: “Without too many specifics, of course."

King takes a moment to soak in his shame.

“Yeah, we are okay. Sorry about that.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay.”

Tee’s eyes still stay on the profile of King’s face, so he taps onto the screen, directing Tee’s attention there:

“I wouldn’t use that picture here, have you seen the ones P’Thara sent? There are some among them that fit better, I am sure he’ll let you use them.”

“Oh. I see, I’ll ask him!” For the moment, Tee complies.

King takes a breath and forces his concentration on the text written, clicking the editor to remove some typos.

“So, Ram is bringing his dogs here? I thought you said some time that you didn’t like dogs?”

King deflates. His thoughts feel like they’re in knots: “It’s not like I don’t like them, they just make me feel uneasy.”

“But you let them stay in your apartment?”

“Once you get to know them it’s easier to get used to them…”

“Still…”

“What’s your point?” King’s tone might be a tiny bit overly nonchalant again. And Tee might be throwing up consoling hands once more:

“No point, really, no point at all.”

“Do you wanna do this or not?”

It annoys King that he still sounds so defensive.

“Yes! Okay, okay, no more questions.”

It annoys him even more how Tee’s voice sounds like he is suppressing laughter.

---

When Ram comes back, the dogs are a white grey whirl around his feet, still excited from their walk. They do look at King, tails wagging carefully, but Ram keeps them close to him on their leashes for now. They sniff around and sneeze at some plants, and they sure are the adorable sort, King thinks, all puffy and fluffy and… safely over there.

Ram looks at him. “You okay?”

King decides he might mean the Tee situation earlier, rather than the dogs now. Or maybe both.

He makes a gesture with his hand, from where he is sitting on the couch, tablet on his lap.

“Yes. It went fine, we sent out the finished article, he’ll link us once it’s published.”

Ram’ eyes linger for a moment, then he nods and goes to settle the dogs with food.

Once they are happily crunching and slobbering on dog dinner in their room, Ram washes his hands at the kitchen sink and comes over, and for a moment just stays, stands next to King. King looks up to him and smiles. Ram sits down.

King gets lost in his eyes, drawn in easy and so naturally, until Ram suddenly speaks:

“Duen was there. He asked… He’s planning another short get away trip over the break and he was asking if I… and you would want to join them?”

King can’t help his mind springing up questions in a million different directions at once.

“Why would he be asking that?” He realizes how it possibly sounds, but he is genuinely curious. “I mean, I get the you, but why the you and me?

Ram shrugs but there is a tiny something in his eyes: “I guess, Bohn… well, we have been spending time together. You and me, I mean ”

“Does Duen know?” It’s slipped over his lips before he can reign it in. He doesn’t want this to sound like an interrogation.

Ram looks directly at him. Though he might be squinting a bit: “About?”

King feels strangely flustered under that look: “About us, or about you…?“

“Me?”

“That you like…”

“That I am gay?”

Ram sounds settled in that. So much so that the fascination over it pulls King out of his own head for a moment.

Ram shrugs: “He might. I never explicitly told him. But then, I never told him I am not, you know.”

King nods. He’s not sure he does know though. There are already countless more questions on his mind, but he remembers earlier with Tee, and so he decides on this one:

“So, you and me… we just tell our friends?”

More narrowed eyes: “We don’t?”

“Don’t look at me like that, Ning, I am asking because I genuinely want to know! I am asking so that I know. You’re not some secret-“, some secret affair his mind supplies in an echo, and he realizes why it might rub Ram wrong, so he hurries on with all the sincerity he can muster:

“It’s just that I think I am rather private about that stuff?”

“I am, too.”

It feels like a strange impasse, and it’s not like they are arguing, but King is at a loss for words for a moment.

He’s usually really good at this, but here and now he’s finding once more that it is a wholly different thing, trying to embrace and dissolve a tension when you are a party involved and invested.

But Ram stays, in that way that he just does. And it feels like they take in and let out the same breath. King finds he can let himself lean his own shoulder against Ram’s without hesitation or inhibition.

He sighs: “I think most of them are already convinced we are a couple.”

Ram’s voice is softly matter-of-fact. “Well, we are.”

King plays along through a smile: “Well. When you put it like that.”

His fingers pick a piece of dried leaf from the cuff of Ram’s sweater; touching his wrist.

“So, when they ask… I can tell them that you are my boyfriend?”

Ram turns his head to King, and it’s a long, studying look.

“Yes. Can I?”

There’s a flutter in King’s stomach, and he’s not quite sure if it’s a flare of nerves or metaphorical butterflies; maybe both.

“Yes.”

Ram nods and smiles.

The corners of King’s lips tick up before he can stop it:

“Will I have to go through some trials like Bohn, too? You know, to be allowed to date you?”

Ram’s face is dead-pan. “No.”

Then one eyebrow arches: “That’s it? Were you honestly afraid of that?”

King sinks deeper into the backrest, flustered. “No. It’s not… no. I wasn’t afraid. It’s just new to me, is all.”

Ram scoots a little bit lower on the couch, too, until he’s at eye level with King, leaning his forehead against King’s, so that King can feel him nod.

“New to me, too.”

---

Later in bed, when they are lying face to face, King finds once more that looking at Ram until his lids grow heavy is the most potent source of peace, without the feeling of wonder and awe ever lessening.

“So who else knows? Your family? Ruj?”

Ram half-shrugs, half-yawns: “I think he might.”

He shifts and puts his arm up and King follows the invitation and presses his lips to Ram’s naked shoulder, before resting his head there.

“He asked me once if I liked any girl.”

King grins: “And you just stared at him?”

Ram nods, moves his head against the pillow.

“He then asked if I liked any boy.”

“And again, you just stared?”

Another nod.

“So, he probably knows.”

“Yep. He probably does.”

King smiles and watches his own fingers trace the tattoo on Ram’s chest.

“How long have you known?”

It takes a moment for Ram to think about it, and King waits.

“Early on. Around 10, 11? Took more time to understand it, though.”

“Huh.”

“You?”

King blinks. “I think… I am learning, that I take time with people… have to get to know them, before attraction takes hold? I mean, I’ve always understood as a concept that guys can be fascinating and beautiful to me, too, I just assumed that’s what every open-minded person’s brain operated like?”

He knows Ram has raised his brow before he looks up to confirm. It’s not really judging, but then again, it totally is.

King laughs: “But, that’s not attraction, I guess.” He puts his lips against the skin where Ram’s shoulder meets his chest once more: “So yeah, you… kind of hit me hard.”

It’s the same with Ram’s smile; King just knows it is there, doesn’t even have to look up to check. He feels it.

“God, I am kind of terrified to have Kamfah find out.”

Ram tenses beneath King, and he has to hold back a giggle.

He starts drawing soothing circles into Ram’s skin again, and amends:

“A bit excited though, too. But mostly terrified. We’ll be invited to lunch every weekend.”

The both stare up at the ceiling imagining for a moment.

King breaks first:

“You think we can keep it a secret in front of her for a bit longer?”

There’s a snort that might be a laugh, as Ram pulls King close:

“We can try.”

Notes:

always want to hear what you think! <3

sorry this took forever... I got distracted buying plants and making little plant terrariums, me, who never even really owned plants, now my apartment is a tiny jungle. Oh, who to blame? Does anyone come to mind? PS: I am loving it

#ramking fic #my engineer the series #ramking #kingram #some dialogues i had in my drafts because it needed adressing

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Solace

Anon requested: Could you please make a scneario where y/n is beautifully falling in love with jinyoung but she thinks she is too broken to deserve love?

*Disclaimer: There are hints of mental health problems in this scenario. Nothing explicit but it would be very hypocritical of me to not warn anyone, especially if you are easily triggered.

A/N: Hey dear anon, I’m really sorry it took me so long to post this scenario. I wasn’t sure what to write at first and after finishing the first draft I let it rest for a while. When I finally sat down and tried to revise it, I guess I got a bit carried away. Not sure if this is what you expected, but I do hope you enjoy it. (Also, I know it’s been a while but you told me you were sick when you requested this story. I hope you’re feeling nothing but great now.) I would love to hear anyone’s opinions on this or any of my writings (but especially on this one because I think this was the hardest one for me to write, and my insecurity just exploded).

And please, check my other writings on the masterlist. I put a link on my main page.

Love,

You couldn’t sleep. Again. You sat on your bed, tired of rolling from side to side, staring into the empty darkness of your room. Nights like these always made you consider if it wasn’t better to see a doctor, get something prescribed. But after a few breaths, the only decision you made was to get out of the house. As you always did.

The streets are mostly empty and, at this point, you don’t really care if another soul would notice that you were wearing pajamas. Some nights you go for a walk in the park nearby, other nights you head for the coffee shop that stays open 24/7. Hot tea seemed to be the most pleasant choice.

It was just around the corner, the small coffee shop you only visited at late hours of the night. You rarely saw other people there. And tonight was no different. All tables were empty as you entered, the barista looking bored on the other side of the counter.

“Hey Sam," you said to the skinny guy, a cheesy smile on your face.

“Insomnia again?” he asked, not surprised in the slightest to see you there.

“There may be a possibility my brain is trying to kill me, one sleepless night at a time,” you shrugged, taking money from your pajamas pants pocket and handing it to him.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Same as always?”

“Please.”

You always sat at the same table, closest to the glass wall. It gave you a nice view of the intersection of streets, where from time to time you would see a car passing, people walking by. One of the streets lights kept flashing on and off. It’s been like that for the past six months since you started to visit the shop. You liked to stare at it every time you didn’t have a book with you. It was relaxing in a way. To the point, you barely noticed when the steaming cup was placed in front of you.

“Oh,” you said, fixing your posture, eyes on the cup when the smell of honey and ginger reached you. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Jinyoung,” a deeper voice resounded.

You looked up to see someone that was definitely not Sam. He was dressed the same way – a white shirt and black apron. Other than that, the guy looked two times bigger.

“Sorry, I… didn’t know there was anyone else working here,” you smiled lazily at him.

“Do you want anything else?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

Jinyoung nodded lightly “Let me know if you need anything,” he said, leaving you with your tea.

You never took your phone with you. So you never really knew how much time you spend there, taking sips of your favorite tea, watching the flicking lights across the streets, mind drifting between past, uncertain future and the nothing in the midst of it all. The tea was cold when you finished, a sour taste left in your mouth. With a light wave to the guys behind the counter, you left the place, hoping that your mind would give you a break.

His first day wasn’t as bad as expected. An easy way to make some money, Jinyoung thought. Just enough to help him pay the bills while he tried to get a better job. It was surprising that the coffee shop worked 24/7. More surprising was how his old college colleague convinced the owners of the place to hire him, considering the lack of clients during the late hours of the night.

When he arrived, Sam gave Jinyoung a pair of white polo shirts, showed where he could keep his things, where the aprons would be hanging and started his introduction of “how to prepare coffee for the ghosts!”

“We usually have three types of clients,” Sam said, “The drunks who get lost around the area and think its a good idea to sober up before trying to find their ways. Please, never let them use the bathroom unless you are willing to clean it yourself,” he alerted, eyes wide open as if he was remembering something traumatic. “The people who have to wake really early to go to their jobs. And the insomnia girl.”

It was easy to recognize her. Wearing flannel pajamas, hair a bit messy. Jinyoung expected her to be older, to look tired. Or maybe a bit crazy. But after seeing her, staring out of the glass wall, mind lost somewhere else, she just looked... sad.

“What’s her story?” Jinyoung asked with arms crossed over his chest, observing as Sam prepared her tea.

“Not sure. She always comes around the same time. Always drinks the same tea, sits on the same place... Never eats anything. She stays for an hour or two and then leaves. Sometimes… she cries,” Sam paused for a second before continuing. “It’s weird, it’s almost like she only notices that she was crying when the tears already stopped.”

Jinyoung turned to look at the girl, her stare fixed in something far.

“Now, look. We only serve in this mug when a client request one of the largest drinks,” Sam explained serving the tea in one of the biggest rounded mugs that were rowed in a wooden shelf just seconds before. “But I always make enough tea to fill one of these. Just don’t let her know. I don’t want her thinking I feel sorry for her or anything like that.”

“But you do.”

“What can I say, I have a big heart.” Sam pushed the mug over the counter in your direction. “Go on.

Jinyoung let his body fall into the single bed of the small place he had rented just a couple of weeks ago, a few boxes still pilled in the corner of the room. And as he started to doze off, Jinyoung wondered what kept her awake.

Three hours. That’s how long you managed to sleep before the alarm started to buzz. You thought about calling the agency, telling them that you needed to take a sick day. But missing one day could cause not being called to work in the future and that you didn’t want to risk. One of the disadvantages of working as a temp.

Nobody noticed. How tired you were feeling. Faking smiles, hidden the bags under your eyes with makeup, keeping a small conversation. Talents that you acquired in your past life and were still helpful.

This month you were allocated in a doctors office. Mostly, you were in charge of answering the phone, schedule appointments and direct patients to the right door. It kept your mind busy enough, and the days always seemed to pass fast.

Walking back to your place at the end of the day, through the same park you used to visit during your sleepless nights, you always stopped at this area almost completely hidden by trees and flowers. You found it by chance after moving to town and ever since you started to spend some time there. Except for the guards that used to walk by, it felt like nobody knew this place was there. You would sit there for a while, in its lonely bench, sometimes to eat something, sometimes to read a book, but always enjoying the comfortable silence the place owned.

You knew it was time to leave when the sun started to go down, the place where you were not being very well illuminated after dark. You heard a few steps coming in your direction, expecting to see one of the guards, only to see a new familiar face appearing between the branches.

“Oh! Jinyoung, hi!”

He stopped at his place, your name coming out of his mouth in surprise. “You remember my name.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” he scratched the back of his neck “Maybe because you only saw me once?”

“Well, you know mine and I’m sure I didn’t tell you,” you pointed out.

Jinyoung lowered his head out of shyness, his voice sounding a bit lower when he looked at you again. “Sam told me. And I guess I should remember the name of our most regular client.”

You felt your cheeks burn, wondering if and what the two of them might have talked about you the previous night. An awkward silence grew while you stood there, not sure if you should just walk away or say something else.

“Would you believe me if I told you I got lost?” Jinyoung asked with a weak smile.

“Considering where we are? Yes. I thought I was the only one who knew about this place.” You placed your purse strap over your shoulder. “Wanna help finding your way?”

“If it’s not a bother...”

“I was about to leave anyway,” you assured him.

Jinyoung waited for you to lead the way, walking by your side but not close enough to make you feel uncomfortable. Except maybe for the silence. You were so used with doing small talk with people from your work that now it felt weird being quiet. Especially considering that you would be walking together for a while until you arrived at the main trail of the park.

“So, are you knew in town?” you asked, glimpsing at him.

“To this part of the city, yes. I moved here a few weeks ago. What about you?”

“I’ve been living here for a while,” you said, being as vague as possible.

“You live close to the coffee shop, right? I mean...” Jinyoung seemed embarrassed again, his tongue acting quicker than his mind. “Sam told me you always go there late at night so I figured you must live close by.”

You didn’t answer, lowering your head, giving space to another moment of silence.

“I’m sorry,” Jinyoung touched your arm, making you stop. “It’s just... well, Sam was telling me about the shop routine and he mentioned how you are the only client who goes consistently. I didn’t mean to sound intrusive or...”

Jinyoung saw how you seemed frozen, your eyes glued to his hand around your arm. He stepped back, realizing how uncomfortable he must be making you feel.

“It’s fine,” you said after a while, noticing his red face. “Should we keep going?”

The rest of the walk was made in silence, the constraint feeling overpowering any habit of chit-chatting. It shouldn’t mean anything. But still, you could almost feel your body hurt with how uneasy you were feeling.

Besides time spent at work, where talking with people was necessary, you never speak with anyone. Not really. You didn’t know anyone in town, didn’t have any personal numbers saved on your phone. This walk with Jinyoung was the closest you had to a normal non-obligatory interaction with another person in what felt like ages. And as you arrived at the end of the park, you realized that it frightens you.

You said goodbye to Jinyoung, not completely ignoring his second attempt to apologize, but avoiding his gaze as you went your way. You felt at ease again after showering, deciding to skip dinner and just lay down. You may not be able to sleep right away but your body could relax.

Staring at your ceiling, the street lights coming through the window, you started to feel guilty. For not being able to move on with your life. Moving cities, cutting ties with everything and everyone from your past wasn’t enough. It’s been months and you still couldn’t sleep, still couldn’t trust other people.

Jinyoung’s face came to your mind, and another wave of guilt rushed through your body.

No matter how many punches he threw, Jinyoung couldn’t shake the feeling that he did, said, something wrong, even though he didn’t know exactly what it was. Jinyoung started training at a boxing studio after another friend recommended him the place. With his new overnight job, training before going to the coffee shop seemed the best alternative. But now, he was having a hard time focusing on the heavy bag in front of him.

He stopped someplace to eat an hour later, hair still dripping from the shower, retracing the few moments you shared walking through the park. The light smile you had on your lips soon giving space to a dark shadow over your eyes. He didn’t say something bad, he was sure of it. And it was understandable that Sam would talk about you, considering how much you visit the shop. And while you were there, Jinyoung realized it was quite hard not to look at you. The idea of having someone talking about you really bothered you that much? And why did he had to touch your arm?

Jinyoung hoped that he was overreacting. That you were overreacting. Until after a few hours into work, he saw you walking by across the street, and his stomach flipped. It was a relief when, while he was cleaning the balcony, you entered the shop, him letting your name fall from his lips with an awkward hi.

“Hey. So...” you shifted on your feet, a plastic bag hanging on your fingers “I wanted to apologize for earlier.”

Jinyoung frowned, “Why? I should be apologizing. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You did apologize, but you shouldn’t. I mean, you didn’t… You didn’t do anything wrong.” You mumbled, letting out a long sigh, eyes down before meeting Jinyoung’s again, an amiable smile on your face. “Should we try this again?” You extended your hand over the balcony, Jinyoung cleaning his own hand in the apron before shaking yours as if you too just met.

“Should I make your tea?” Jinyoung asked after dropping your hand.

“No, I… I’m going for ice cream tonight” you shook the plastic bag. “But maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I hope so,” Jinyoung smiled to himself as you walked out.

Before leaving for the day, you asked to see the doctor you were working for. You told her about how you couldn’t sleep properly, without explaining the reasons why. Even though this wasn’t her area, she recommended another doctor that could help you. You still weren’t ready to deal with it properly. But the new doctor’s card added to your wallet was already giving you some comfort.

You went to the shop a bit earlier than you were used to that night. It was Sam who welcomed you and prepared your tea, but Jinyoung was the one who brought it to you. Just as he did in the next few nights, each time staying a few minutes longer by your side to chat a bit. You liked it. How he approached you. As if each night he was trying to make you feel more comfortable with his presence.

It was different with him, you thought. Sam was always polite, but like everyone you worked with, he kept the conversation at a superficial level. But Jinyoung always seemed to be interested in learning a new fact about you.

He sat with you one of those nights, the only two of you inside the shop, Sam nowhere to be seen. He started talking to you about the book you had placed in front of you. A writer that he also liked. The conversation easily traveled from one subject to another. You even felt like, at some point, Jinyoung tried to ask you out, casually mentioning that a movie he really wanted to see had just premiered. Or maybe it was just your imagination, you weren’t used with people flirting with you… considering…

Either way, it was cute. You wondered if he knew it. How adorable he was. Maybe you would tell him someday.

You only visited the coffee shop again in the middle of the next week. It turned out you missed your night walks. But after a couple of day walking through the park, you also found yourself missing the talks you had with Jinyoung. You asked yourself, though, if enjoying his company was because you liked him, or because, deep down, you knew you were craving any form of affection.

There was a couple sitting on your favorite table. So, after paying for your tea, you sat further back in the shop. You brought another book with you tonight, but it was hard to keep your eyes on the open pages in your hand. They looked like them, the couple. Maybe it was just the lighting. Maybe it was just the fact that your mind was exhausted, still not being able to sleep for longer than a couple of hours. Still, you couldn’t stop staring at them. All the laughing, the kissing, it was making you angry.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, and it only made things worse. Because now you were back in that room, the day you found out about everything. The day your world flipped upside down.

A warm touch in your arm woke you up from your nightmare. Jinyoung looking at you worried, asking if everything was okay. You couldn’t answer, getting up and rushing to the door, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, vision blurred. And if it wasn’t for his grip around your arms, you would have thumped against his body.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“Nothing, I just want to go home.”

Jinyoung let go of your arms, watching as you tried to wipe away your tears. “Okay, let me walk with you.”

“You don’t need to, I live just around the corner,” you said, voice unsteady.

“I don’t mind, really.”

You looked at him, nodding quickly as you close your arms around your chest. He moved to your side, you two walking slowly. Not a minute longer and you were at your building’s door.

“Are you gonna be okay?” he asked, as picked your keys from your front pocket.

“After I get some hours to sleep, maybe,” you shrugged.

“But will you be able to? Sleep?”

You bit your lips, looking up to meet his concerned eyes. “Goodnight, Jinyoung,” you said with your body halfway inside, a gloomy smile before you closed the door.

The couple had left when Jinyoung returned to the shop. Sam was waiting for him, leaned against the balcony, an inquisitive look in his face.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

“I guess,” Jinyoung shrugged, standing next to Sam, same position as him.

“Well, what happened? All I saw was she leaving and you going after.”

“She was crying,” Jinyoung told.

“I told you she does that sometimes.”

“Yeah, but she was... shaking,” Jinyoung recalled the image of you sitting on the corner of the shop, face crumpled as if you were in pain. You seemed perfectly fine when you arrived just minutes previously. It made him wonder. What broke you.

“You like her, don’t you?” Sam asked, capturing Jinyoung’s attention. He didn’t answer though, walking over to the table she was sitting after a few seconds, her book still there, pages wet with the tea.

But yes, Jinyoug liked you, thoughts of you hovering his mind since he first saw you. There was something about you… The way you always smiled sweetly with sadness in your eyes. The way you talked about things, passionately and still uncertain of your own feelings. It constantly made him wonder. If he would ever have a chance to really know you.

The sight of you walking through the park the day after surprised him, You were heading towards the same spot where he got lost, he noticed. Jinyoung pondered for a second if he should follow you. The need to knowing if you were okay being stronger.

You were sat down, eyes closed. Jinyoung was pretty sure you were still wearing the same pajamas from the night before, except for the gray sweater. He came closer slowly, calling you almost in a whisper, as to not scare you.

The dark circles under your eyes showed him that you haven’t slept at all, the swelling indicating that you were still crying until a few moments before going to that place. It made his heart tighten. You looked at him for a second, only to stare emptily to the landscape in front of you.

“Hi, I...” he chocked, standing in front of the bench, considering if he should sit next to you or not. “I saw you passing by. I wanted to see if you were okay.”

He waited there, hoping to hear your voice, even if it was to tell him to fuck off. But you kept quiet, expressionless. Jinyoung nodded as if he just got a silence message. You were not friends. You were nothing. He shouldn’t be annoying you. You obviously wanted to be by yourself.

He turned his body and was about to walk away when you said his name.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” you asked. “Not the dead type, but...” she finally looked at you, her eyes red. “Do you believe things… people from your past can haunt you forever?”

Jinyoung got closer sitting on the opposite side of the bench, body and face turned to you.

“I was engaged last year,” you said, a knot closing on your throat.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” Jinyoung tried to assure you, not wanting to make you cry again, but you interrupted him with a head shake.

Wanting and needing were two complete opposites. You never wanted to even think about it again. But you never had to chance to talk about it with anyone, and there was a desperate need of letting it out of your system, even if you could not say everything at once.

“I found him in bed with my best friend a month before the wedding. They were fucking since before we started dating. Apparently, everyone knew except for me.”

You played with your own fingers over your lap, trying to put the words in order before continuing. Jinyoung closed his fists inside the pockets of his own sweater, trying to ignore the will of taking your hands on his.

“Even my family…” you chocked up, but there were no tears in your eyes. Only anger. “My father… he wanted us to go on with the wedding. It would be too shameful, he said. He was worried about what other people would think, what neighbors would say. He didn’t care about me. He said… He said that I could get over it.” you tried to mimic his tone. “So I pretended to go with it for a few weeks. Just so could figure out a way to disappear. I got on a plane the night before my wedding and here I am.”

You stayed in silence for a while, Jinyoung taking in what you have told him. You still felt the same way and wondered. It was nice talking to Jinyoung, as you learned over the past week, but should you be telling him those things? You still barely knew each other. It was not the first time you freaked out over something in front of him, and it would be a surprise if he ever talked to you again.

“The couple in the shop last night...”

“You thought it was them,” Jinyoung said, making sense of what happened the night before.

“It looked like them. Or maybe it was just my mind playing tricks. I guess that’s why I can’t sleep. A part of me is afraid that I’ll see him again. That my family will burst through the door and take me back to a life I never want to live.”

“I’m sorry,” was all Jinyoung managed to say. It was hard to believe, accept, how everyone in your life managed to betray you, the worst being your father, your family. But it was striking, the fact that you told him. You had all the reasons in the world to never trust another person ever again. And still, you told him.

Jinyoung would never take that for granted.

He stayed with you in silence, because that was the only thing he could do for you. The only thing he knew you accepted. And he waited until you decided to go.

“Would you like to eat something?” Jinyoug asked you, you two walking outside the park. “We don’t need to talk. It’s just… You look like you need to eat. Preferably something unhealthy,” he tried to joke. It didn’t make you laugh, but you stopped staring at the ground.

“I don’t have any money with me.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

There was a burger place close to the park. You never noticed it before. You sat at one of the tables as Jinyoung ordered for you two, coming to join you only when the food was ready. You stared at it for a while, before taking a sip of the coke, lazily unwrapping the burger, your stomach growling as the smell hit your nose.

“This is really good,” you said, mouth full. “I have to remember coming here again.”

“I can bring you if you want me to.”

You sighed, looking at him smiling at you, a few wrinkles around his eyes. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“There isn’t a reason for me not to be.”

He walked you home again, you both slowly walking side by side, you with your hands inside your sweater’s pockets. Jinyoung, glimpsed at you every once in a while, wondering how would you feel if he touched you.

“I hope you can you rest,” he said with a smile as you stood it your building’s door.

“Thank you... for everything,” you said, your voice still raspy.

“Sam isn’t working today,” Jinyoung said in a rush before you entered the building. “It’s his day off so I’m gonna be alone. If you can’t sleep, you can join me. If you want some company, you know...” he mumbles, scratching the back of his hair.

You got closer, gently kissing one side of his face, before going inside.

It did make you feel better. Talking to Jinyoung. Even if just for a while. Even if just for that day. You were even able to sleep for a while, body, and mind feeling lighter after a long hot shower. It was still dark outside when you woke up. Jinyoung would still be at the shop. You wondered if he would still want to see you. Maybe he was just being nice earlier, asking you to make him company.

There was only one way to know.

Jinyoung received you with a smile, feeling somewhat guilty, knowing that you were only there because you couldn’t sleep. But there was a bit of solace at seeing you smiling again.

“I brought ice cream,” you said, putting a plastic bag over the counter.

“And we have brownies! Should I serve it together?”

You sat at a table in the back, Jinyoung removing his apron and letting it behind the balcony, not caring at all if anyone would appear or not. He even turned off some of the front lights of the shop, to look as if it was closed.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked, looking at plates and spoons Jinyoung had served, he sitting in front of you.

“I should be asking you the same. Are you okay with this.”

“I am,” you breathed, relaxing your shoulders “I’m really okay with this.”

“Good. There was something I wanted to ask you, actually,” he took a bite of the brownie. “How do you feel about boxing?”

“Boxing?” you raised your brows.

“Well, not actually fighting but doing some training. I was thinking it would maybe help you with your insomnia. Exercising, you know. I train in a place nearby and I thought you could join me some day and please tell me if I’m being intrusive again,” he stopped mumbling, you could swear his face was a bit red, even if it was hard to see in the dim lighting.

“You’re not,” you giggled. You thought about it for a second, staring at your spoon, putting some ice cream over the brownie before eating it. It did make any sense to you. Why Jinyoung acted like he cared about you. But you didn’t want him to stop. It was nice, not feeling completely alone after some time.

“So, what do you think?” he asked his eyes on your hands over the table.

“I’m in!”

You met with him in front of the studio. It was a relief to see the place wasn’t packed. Before changing clothes you were feeling a bit confident, considering how this could actually help you with your insomnia. But after joining Jinyoung, you started to get tense, worrying that you would be awful at it, and end up hurting yourself. You couldn’t even remember the last time you exercised.

Jumping hope turned out to be easy. Punching the bag, not so much. Jinyoung taught you how to properly put the straps on your hands. It took you some time but you were slowly getting the grip of it. It was fun, you thought. Even though you were sure your arms were going to make you wish you were dead the next day.

You were so concentrated in doing it right, you almost didn’t mind Jinyoung hands on your arms, showing the right position, holding your back, your waist, helping with your balance. You looked more than once over your shoulder and were surprised to see that he was not that close behind you, even though you were certain you could feel the warmth of his body.

It became a routine after the first time. You woke up the next day, arms not hurting as bad as you expected. You haven’t shown up to the coffee shop the night after. Not because you didn’t have insomnia again, but because you really wanted to rest. You texted Jinyoung, you both had finally exchanged numbers when you accepted to go boxing with him. You liked it. Boxing. With Jinyoung. And you let him know that.

So you joined him three times a week, after work, Jinyoung always waiting for you in front of the studio, and taking you someplace close to eat a snack before you headed home and he went to the coffee shop.

Jinyoung was right. It helped you sleep. At least more than you were used to for the past months. And on the nights you couldn’t sleep at all, you would spend more time with Jinyoung at the coffee shop. He wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore, always being more occupied with talking to you than attending the rare people that would show up.

“When it’s your next day off?” you asked a couple of weeks later, leaving the studio to find something to eat.

“Next Sunday, why?”

“Have any plans?”

“Not really? Have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking,...maybe I can make us dinner? As a form of thanking you.” you explained.

You weren’t nervous for asking him to dinner with you. You two have passed the point of being shy with each other. But a part of you still felt uncertain. About him. The way he treated you, always so gentle. A kindness your were not used to. And as much you enjoyed your evenings working out together and your nocturnal visits, you never spent time alone. Not since the day you told him about your past life.

Often, you questioned yourself if he only did that out of habit. Being nice to you. And not because he liked you. Maybe he was just used to be like that with everyone.

“Thank me for what?” he asked, a brow raised.

“I don’t know. Being my friend, I guess.”

Jinyoung beamed at you, a new kind of smile you never saw on his face before. “Should I bring the desert?”

It was nice. Having him at your place. Talking freely with each other, knowing more about him. He sounded exactly the same. Acted exactly the same. It was reassuring. And a bit scaring. The fear of being close to someone still resonated in the back of your head.

But then, he looked you the right way, smiled at you the right way. It made you forget for a while, the pain you still had inside of you.

You took the plates to the sink, disregarding his attempts to help you clean everything up. “Do you wanna watch a movie?” you asked, not wanting him to leave. Not yet.

Jinyoung was leaned against the cabinets, watching you attentively as you put away the dishes. It’s been almost two months since he first met you. Almost two months since he started falling for you. All this time he never indulge the thought that you might like him back. At least not in the same way. He knew you weren’t ready. Even if you sounded and looked better than you did weeks ago. And it was okay. Being just friends.

It was hard to contain the jitters after you invited him to your place. He would catch himself thinking about it as the day got closer, even more so because you haven’t shown up to the shop the previous night. He was glad that you were getting more hours of sleep. But Jinyoung often missed your presence around him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, drying your hands with a dish towel.

“I’m just looking at you,” he shrugged lightly.

You smiled, shaking your head lightly. “So, what movie are we watching?” you asked.

It was okay being just friends, Jinyoung thought again. But he needed to know.

He walked towards you, slowly, eyes fixed on yours.

“What are you doing?” you asked, giving a step back, your body meeting the kitchen counter.

“Getting closer.”

“Why?” you felt your voice tremble.

“Because you’re allowing me to.”

Jinyoung stopped in front of you, resting both of his hands on each side of the counter behind you, his nose almost brushing yours. “Tell me to go away,” he whispered.

You knew you should have. Told him to go away. He wasn’t even touching you and you already felt your entire body quiver. But it wasn’t discomfort. It wasn’t fear. You wanted him. You’ve been wanting him for some time now.

Jinyoung exhaled gently, and you closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours. He didn’t kiss you though. Not on the lips. You felt the soft touch of his mouth first on your cheek. He moved slowly closer to your ear, another kiss right under the lobe, and another where your neck ended your shirt began, his face stopping there for a second or two before his lips met your cheek again.

Opening your eyes, you saw Jinyoung leaning back a bit. The next move was yours, that much you knew. He wouldn’t do anything other than that unless you asked him. And when you felt he was going to step back, your hands moved to his face, you bringing your lips to his.

You stayed like that for a moment, the soft touch of his mouth making a storm inside your body. There was nothing sexual about it. The kiss. And still, it amazed you how intimate it felt.

Jinyoung put his hands on your back before the next kiss, but he only brought your body closer to his on the third, your mouth moving together in perfect harmony.

You fell asleep on his shoulder while watching the movie, the movement of his fingers caressing your back relaxing you in a way you didn’t know was possible. It was indeed a night of learning new things. But when you woke up, hours later, you were in your own bed. Alone.

He was still there. You found him laying on your couch, hugging one of the pillows, looking cute as always. You brought a blanket to cover him and dared to kiss his forehead before going back to your room. Not that you were gonna be able to sleep again anyway.

It’s been weeks since he last saw you or talked to you and he knew it was his fault. It was too much for you to handle. The kissing, the hugging. He knew something was off in the morning after, you were barely able to look at him.

He texted you in the middle of the afternoon on the day after. And again at night, after you didn’t showed up the boxing studio. He tried to call you the next morning, and throughout the week, waiting for you to show up at the coffee shop, and even went a few times to your favorite spot at the park. But there was no sign of you.

Jinyoung understood you didn’t want to see or talk to him. But he needed to know that you were okay. He found another job. Something for what he was interviewed quite a while back. The coffee shop was always something temporary. After meeting you he didn’t mind working there so much. But then you also began to be a reason for him to leave.

After his last shift, he went to your apartment. He stayed there looking at your building door, considering if he should ring the bell. But he just left, respecting again your decision to stay away.

It was nice to see that his college diploma had a purpose after all. The first week on the new job passed smoothly, he getting well with his colleagues. And by week two, Jinyoung was completely comfortable with a position that didn’t involve hoping clients would show up. Hoping you would show up.

He missed you. More and more each day.

Another week was coming to an end when his phone pinged. A clench on his chest when he saw your name on the screen. He stared at it for a second, another ping sounding in the meantime. And another. And another.

[You] I’m sorry

[You] I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore.

[You] But I really want to see you.

[You] I miss you.

He didn’t even consider thinking twice before answering your text, glimpsing to the watch on his computer before start typing.

[Jinyoung] I can be at your place in two hours.

The knock on your door made your heart jump. You didn’t deserve him to be there, willing to listen to you. Not after you ignored him for so long. It was a shock when he answered your text, more shocking when you saw the message read that he was going to you.

He was wearing something formal. It fitted him, you thought. Not that he could ever look bad.

Jinyoung waited until you closed the door, walking to the living room and dropping his bag on the couch. He finally was able to look at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, the biggest worry he had in his mind for the past weeks.

You were surprised by the question, how gentle his voice sounded, nodding your head quickly. And in a second you felt his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

Jinyoung knew this was probably what made you disappear the first time. Touching you. But he needed to feel you again. He needed to make sure you were there with him.

“Jinyoung,” you said, voice shaky, as you pushed him back gently. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“I was too worried to be mad,” he confessed, cupping your face before letting you go. “It was because of me, wasn’t it? Why you disappeared.”

“No,” you grabbed his hand “It was because of me. I freaked out. Again.”

“Yes, because I kissed you.”

“Jinyoung, I could have pushed you away. And I didn’t. I wanted to be with you,” you lowered your head, looking at his hand, giving it a little squeeze. “I still want to. But I wasn’t ready for it.”

“You’re telling me you are ready now?” he asked, cupping your face once again, finding hard to keep his hand away from you.

You bit your lower lip, shaking your head. “I’m working on it,” you let out a heavy sigh “I’ve been seeing a doctor. To help me with… you know.”

“That’s great!” he smiled, “Honey, that’s really great.”

You looked up at Jinyoung, the way he talked to you warming your heart. You didn’t deserve his praise. You didn’t deserve him. “It’s been only a couple of weeks.”

“It’s progress.” he squeezed your hand again. He pulled you to the couch, sitting on your side, body facing you. “You are so brave and you don’t even know it, do you?”

“I’m not,” you shook your head.

“Of course you are!” he squeezed your hand again. “You let an entire life behind and came here to start a new one. That requires a lot of courage. Even if it was a hurtful life, not everyone can do that. And trusting that you could begin again? That also requires courage.” Jinyoung touched your chin, lifting your face to look at him. “You might not see it now but I’m sure you will.”

“I still have a lot of healing to go through,” you pondered.

“You don’t need to be alone if you don’t want to. Let me be by your side. We can go as slow as you want us to.”

You hugged him, worried that if you said anything, you would just ruin it. That’s not something you were willing to risk. You just hoped that someday, you would be able to give him back all this affection he was giving you so freely.

It was nice having some routine, and you and Jinyoung made sure to have a few together. You started to working out with him again, Jinyoung always taking you to grab a bite before walking you home. He started sleeping at your place every Friday after you assured him that was something you really wanted him to do, even though you weren't feeling ready to share your bed with him.

And always talking on the phone the nights you were apart, even if just for a few minutes before both of you started falling sleep.

Calling him every time you had insomnia was a thing he made you promise you’ll do, even if you were reluctant in the beginning. You were glad that your sleepless nights were becoming less and less frequent.

Jinyoung was always careful with you, especially when it became to touching. It was you who had to make the first move. But you quickly learned how to read him, the way would let his hand brush against yours as you walked side by side, how he stared at your lips when he wanted to kiss you or when he pouted when he wanted a hug.

It was cute, but after a couple of months, you had to make sure to him that it was okay for him to treat you as his girlfriend. But even after he always made sure you were comfortable with anything that he did.

He finally invited you to his place. Not that he didn’t want to take you before. But Jinyoung always felt he needed to let the place more neat for you. “I don’t have enough furniture, there are boxes all around,” he always said. You told you him you didn’t mind but also didn’t want to push him.

You were walking slowly through the park, hands laced together. It was funny how you couldn’t remember being loved, being in love before meeting Jinyoung, a simple smile of him making your heart flutter.

“Jinyoung?” you broke the silence, he answering with a soft hum. “I love you.”

You only noticed he stopped walking when you felt your arm being pulled back.

“Say it again,” he asked, one arm already enveloping your middle.

You felt your cheeks burn, a timid smile rising on your lips. “I love you.”

Jinyoung had different ways to kiss you, depending on how he or you were feeling. Each one of them was delicious in its own way. But as his lips crashed against yours, you were certain that the “I love you” kiss was your new favorite.

“I love you too,” he said, resting his forehead on yours.

There were still a few boxes on his living room, his mother always sending things she would find at his parents’ house. Jinyoung showed you the place, stopping last at the bedroom, dropping his and your bag over the bed.

“I left a drawer empty for you,” he said, ruffling the hair on the back on his head, something he always did when feeling nervous “I figured we could take turns at each other's places. If that’s okay with you.”

You walked over him, throwing your arms around his neck, “Only if you promise something: we start sleeping in the same bed from now on.”

“I can do that,” he said with a grin, leaning to kiss you “Tell me again.”

“I love you,” you declared, kissing him passionately, excited to see where this new phase would lead you.

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sweetlialia · 5 years

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Drarry pre-getting together, preparing a picnic in a park with friends

thank you for the prompt dear! i’m sorry this isn’t what you asked for … i mean, there are Drarry, pre-getting together, the mention (kind of) preparing a picnic, and friends, but it’s not 1782 words on how they bake cake together … I hope you still be happy with it /Don’t hate me/

If asked, Harrywould admit it: he really was enjoying this. Maybe even a little bit too much.Luna asked for them all to gather around for her birthday, wanting to spend theday with the people she loved somewhere in the wild. Dean suggested a place heknew in Surrey with a pond and grass until the horizon was nothing more thantrees. They’d be able to swim, run or walk in the forest, look for narggles orwhatever. They could celebrate Luna in a place where she’d glow.

And as much Harrywas excited for it, he would like to stretch today forever. Cause he wasspending that very day cooking with Draco, alone.

It was almostnoon and Draco still wasn’t there. He’sgonna come asserted Hermione, Thelater the better mumbled Ron. They didn’t really care rather he was here ornot. Neither Seamus and Dean. Or Neville. Pansy didn’t even seem to have noticehis missing as she was sprawled on the grass, her head on Ginny’s laps and herhands on Luna’s hair.

As lunch timecame and Draco still hasn’t apparate,Harry decided it was the moment to see what was wrong, and bring the boy herehimself. With a pof he disappeared, seconds before finding himself standing infront of Draco’s flat. Breathing in and out, he knocked at the door.

“Harry?” asked a dishevelledblond man, eye wide in surprise. “What are you doing here?

-Mind to let mein?

-Um, I’m notpresentable.

-I think I’llsurvive if I see you wearing joggings.

-Are yoga pantslethal?

-No, they’re not.

-Come in, then.” Hebriefly smiled, opening the door. He was indeed wearing yoga pants, and Harrycouldn’t help but notice how good he looked on them. His loose shirt washanging low on his shoulder and he felt the urge to kiss him there. Fightinghis thoughts and his blushing, Harry found his way inside the flat and startedcalling after Mister Ferret, hoping the black and white mustelid will show upand distracts him a little bit.

“Could I offeryou some tea?” Draco asked, putting down a tray with two already steaming cupson the coffee table. “Would make the waiting more pleasurable.

-The waiting?

-Mister Ferretsometimes takes too much time in the bathroom; polishing his fur, those kind ofthings.

-No wonder who hetook after.” Harry smiled, finally looking into those grey grey eyes. “I mean,expect for today.

-I wasn’t waitingvisits.” Draco stated, looking down.

“Nah, it’s okay.I like it.” Harry blurted out, trying to refrain himself from cupping his face.“I mean, it suits you well. Um, no, like, you’re at home, you can dress as youwant.” Oh sweet Merlin, this was a disaster and Draco was smirking, biting hislips from laughing at Harry distressed.

“So, what are youintentions toward my ferret?

-I’m only takinghim to prom, sir.” Harry answered, tit for tat. “He’ll be home by midnight.

-Half pastmidnight. Who knows what can happen at midnight.” Draco explained as Harryfrowned. “Cinderella, that kind of stuff.

-ooh. Wait, areyou telling me your ferret is an animagus?

-By Salazar, no!”He practically quacked while bursting in laughter. “Oh my, Potter.”

And even if theyhave only been calling each other by their first name for a few months, Harryfelt like he’s never been called by his last before. Maybe it was the hand absentmindedlyput on his thigh which has short circuit his brain, or maybe it was the fondnessin Draco’s tone, but his heartbeat started quickening again and he never felthappier to be the Potter to this special Malfoy. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”Draco apologised, drying the tears from his face, apparently oblivious to thesudden lack Harry felt. “But how could you’ve taken it so seriously? I mean,you’re not really taking MisterFerret to a prom, are you?

-I’m not evenhere for him, actually.

-Oh my, you’regonna break his tiny heart.

-I’m taking you out.

-I’m sorry?

-Luna picnic birthdayparty. It’s today, for the recall.

-Oh.

-How could youforget? We spend the whole day cooking for it yesterday!

-Yeah, I know. Ijust.” He winced, suddenly looking far less happy. “I didn’t plan to go beforesunset.

-What? But why? Imean, you’re obviously not busy and…

-Luna’s okay withit, that’s all that matters.

-But why? You’rein yoga pants in your flat, you’re going nowhere. Why don’t you want to spendthe day with us?

-It’s not…” Hestopped, giving up quickly on his sentence as he picked the bridge of his nose,slowly breathing in. “I think you should leave.” He breathed out, looking inHarry’s green eyes.

“What now? Come on,Draco.

-I said youshould leave.” He stated again, lacking any kind of fierceness or will.

“Draco, talk tome. What’s wrong? Are you afraid of the guys? They won’t say anything mean, I promise.Actually, Dean likes you and Neville said you’re not that much of a pratanymore. And Pansy’s enjoying herself.

-With her twogirlfriends there, I’d be worried if she wasn’t.

-Draco… Come.Please… To please me.”

Draco seemed onthe verge of saying something, but bit his lower lips and stayed silent.

“Am I the problemthen? Do you plan on going there late cause you know I won’t be there anymore?Is that what you can’t tell me?”

For a fewseconds, Draco said nothing, his silver eyes looking for something in the blackhair boy face. “Of course not, Harry. I promise it has nothing do with you.” Hepractically whispered, trailing his fingertips alongside Harry’s hand beforetaking it. “I really like spending time with you.

-Then why?” Harrykept asking. Yes Draco was holding his hand, and yes, his cheeks had slightlybecame redder as he did so, but it wasn’t the answer to the right question. “Wespend hours preparing everything and you really seemed excited by all of it. Andthe crown flower… I don’t understand what made you change your mind overnight…Just tell me, please. I promise I won’t judge you.

-Harry…” hesighed, closing his eyes again, calculating. Harry could feel his grip loosenaround his hand and knew he was going to take his away. He wasn’t going to tellhim.

“Maybe you’re right,maybe I should leave. Guess I’ll see you around.” He gave up, rising from thecouch. He didn’t care if Malfoy see how sad he felt, even if it wasn’t fair.The day was supposed to be bright, supposed to be theirs. By the pond, with thesunlight playing on his almost white hair, he would’ve kissed him.

“Wait, Harrywait! Do you… Do you wanna stay with me a little bit?

-So my friendsare the problem, right?

-Of course not.Of course not.” He answered fondly. “It… It has nothing to do with any of you.It’s me, okay? I …

-You?” Heinvited, closing some of the distance between them. Part of him wanted to reachhim, as physically as mentally. There was something at stake, and by the lookon Draco’s face, it was bigger than him. He wanted to go, to spend the day withthem, but something was holding him back, and Harry knew it, wanted to fightit. There wasn’t that much possible reasons. If it wasn’t his friends norhimself, he could be something linked to him being a Malfoy, or any kind ofrotten lies told by his brain; and Harry needed to know which one, needed toget them away.

“You’re sopretty, you know?” Draco smiled shyly, reaching for a stray strand of Harry’shair and brushing it away from his emerald eyes. “I think I’ve always been inlove with you. And that’s why I can’t come. I know you planned on doing somethingthere, and I can’t let it happen.” He avowed softly, his eyes unflickering.

“-But why…?

-You’re far tooprecious for someone like me. I won’t ever deserve you.

-There’s no suchbullshit as deserving someone.” Harry tried to counter. “If you… if you loveme, and love me right, then I… I’ll be yours.

-You don’tunderstand-

-I love you too,Draco. There’s nothing else to take in. If you, and I said you don’t want me… but if youdo and… cause I want you, and I’lllove you right.

-You could findbetter.

-I thought youwere the best? Was it only bragging?

-I’m beingserious here.

-And I am, too. Idon’t care about any other. I don’t even consider other!

-But what I did…

-When? During thewar?” Draco nodded slightly, unconsciously hiding his left arm behind his back.“When are you going to stop punishing yourself? You never did any of itwillingly, you paid for it, grew from it. Come on Draco; don’t tell me no onewill ever be able to love you because you were made a pawn at sixteen? Don’ttell me your live isn’t worthy because a madman threatened your life and family…We’ve talked about it, and my opinion on you hasn’t change. I know who you wereand what you’ve been forced to do, but I also know who you are and what youchose to do. Please, don’t let that part of your past breaks your life.

-Harry… I can’t…”he murmured.

“But you can bemy friend?

-A friend won’tdestroy your chance at happiness.

-But as my friendyou’d break my heart.

-But you’dhealed, and move on. Fall in love again, marry and have some kids. You’d behappy.

-You make mehappy, Draco. You make me the happiest.

-Please, stop.

-Then I’m supposedto walk out the door, find another guy and introduce him to my friends, andkiss him in front of you?

-Yes.” Heanswered, dropping his gaze. “That’s the spirit.

-It would hurtyou.

-It’s my price topay.

-I would never beable to hurt you.

-Then we.” He gulped,hard. “Maybe it’s best if we never see each other again.

-Draco… Draco,look at me… I’m not going anywhere.” He affirmed, taking a step closer. “I’mnot going anywhere until there’s a good reason for it. I’m not going to letyour dark thoughts ruin you, cause what they say, it isn’t true. I know yourworth, Draco, and I’m not even sure Ideserve you.

-That’s stupid.

-You see? I’mstupid, you’re smart. You’d grow bored of me.

-I could never.

-Prove it.” Heplayfully challenged, knowing the shadow of his smile.

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stonecoldbex · 5 years

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inspired by the nonexistent selfie that becky and alexa took last weekend.

ao3 link.

Ace Comic Con.

Glendale, Arizona

On A Friday Morning.

Bleak and grey today, Alexa thought as she finished her interview with Lillian. All she needed was a nice cup of tea and she could finally breathe.

But she knew it wouldn’t be that simple. A certain someone was here, and any minute she’d come around the corner and come face to face with her.

Which, granted, wouldn’t be the worse thing to happen in the world.

But woman had a mean scowl and Alexa had been secretly dying to meet her. She knew she had to be careful considering their past history, too.

This was quite the phenomenon. Alexa Bliss, nervous? Nah.

But even she had to admit to some sort of anxiety now as she tapped her foot restlessly against the black concrete.

It had been a slow day and it would be infinitely slower yet.

But when The Man finally comes around, Bliss would get a chance to meet her once more. Perhaps even get a chance to talk with her former rival once again.

But, even she had to give pause. Why was Alexa so intent on meeting Becky again? Even Alexa had to beg the question herself.

Perhaps, she thought, she was bored. What with everything that’s been happening with her since her back-to-back injuries, as well her very slow return to the ring. And not to mention, she was craving to stir up some trouble. Just for the hell of it.

She hadn’t even had a chance to do any of that lately with her new show, either.

Her show, ironically enough, was called A Moment of Bliss, but she had felt anything but bliss when interviewing her fellow superstars lately.

Granted, unveiling the new tag team belts for the women was noteworthy in itself—even having Ronda Lousy on her show was okay, too. But Sasha Banks making a statement against Nia last week made Alexa miss all of the fun that came with causing mischief.

Perhaps the time away from the ring had done her well. Here she was, appeasing her legion of followers, being chipper and even carefree about her situation, but that restless feeling was still ever so present. And she had doubts that meeting her crowd of obsessive fans would cut it for her. They were, after all, just peasants to the Goddess.

But when she had heard that Becky Lynch, fellow wrestler and once-upon-a-time-ago rival was visiting for this weekend instead of Charlotte, her ears naturally perked up.

“Well this could be interesting,” she muttered offhandedly, just prior to the convention. They were still teetering on the brink of war the last time they had met, but that had been a few months ago, when Becky was still on the top of the mountain with her Smackdown Women’s Championship. She wouldn’t take kindly to Alexa showing up in her vicinity too well given what happened in their feud two years ago.

But still, the Goddess was prepared for anything. Perhaps she could woo her in her favor, even.

So Alexa kept her eyes peeled since arriving in Glendale, just out of curiosity for her old rival. And there was nothing more to it.

Alexa had settled with that.

All morning she had been talking, and waving, and smirking at people she didn’t know. Nodding every once in a while at Lillian Garcia’s interview questions, giving good answers when she needed to—hell, even feeling a sense of anticipation when she talked about returning to the ring—but these were all just robotic answers. Typical Alexa putting on a face when she had to.

Except when everything was finished and all the questions were asked and answered, and she finally got around behind the curtain, did her gaze meet another, more familiar one. She nodded at her.

“Becky.”

“Lexi.”

And then she was gone.

Alexa shrugged.

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

Later in the day however proved much more eventful.

Alexa had just been walking down the hall ready to leave this godforsaken building when she spotted her old rival walking along the same way.

Both of them paused.

Alexa was the first to strike.

“Hey loser, where’s your belt?”

“Misplaced at the moment,” Becky said, without missing a beat. “Nothing to worry about. Where’s your cosplay? I thought you were supposed to be a waterboy.”

“Cute. Maybe you should stuff it because who knows, Bex? I might be coming back sooner than you think.”

“If you’re talking about the Royal Rumble then congrats. I look forward to seeing your elimination. I can’t wait to see that disgusting smile get wiped off your face when you go over the top rope.”

“And I can’t wait to see you lose that colossally stupid energy you have going on when Asuka beats it right out of you, lucky charms.”

The hallway was quiet, save for Becky’s obnoxious gum chewing. But neither had flinched from their seething stare down. In fact, it had been for the best considering they had been mere inches from each other’s faces (and throats, at that). Any sudden movements and it would have ensured another brawl for the ages.

But then, Becky gave her a vague smile, and it was the same one that she knew would drive the Goddess up the wall. Alexa couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Lucky charms,” Becky said, shaking her head. “Geez, you really don’t quit going after my Irish heritage there, do ya Lexi?”

“You make it so easy for me when you’re strutting around like you’re Conor freakin’ McGregor and say things like ‘discoostin’ all the time. It’s cute, really.”

“Sorry, did I just hear you call me cute? And twice at that? You’ve gotten so soft for me, Lexi.”

“Perhaps you’re growing on me, Bex. Or should I say The Man.”

“Nice to see a fan,” she said. “And from a fellow wrestler at that. Everyone else is too busy trying to shut down The Man by calling themselves The Woman.”

“How original. And idiotic.”

She smirked. “You read my mind.”

Alexa wasn’t sure when they had started walking, but she figured that out when they had moved to the parking lot, talking about dealing mischief to those in their way. Discussing strategies on how to decimate people left and right. It was exciting to finally hear Becky see things her way now, with a ruthlessness that nearly matched her own. It was strange considering it was a different side to her that reminded her of good ol’ Bex—except without the steam billowing behind her like she was still an underdog. It was even weirder considering Alexa had held nothing but disdain for her for the longest time.

But now things had been different. It was disdain, but a little bit of admiration intermingled with it, as well.

And perhaps a bit of attraction, to be quite honest. But she knew she wasn’t alone in that sentiment.

It was strange. But perhaps Alexa had seen stranger things happen.

Becky had noticed this too.

“So I imagine in weeks’ time I’ll be seeing you back with that title around your waist,” Alexa said.

“Coming from you, it sounds a bit like a vote of confidence. Or am I mistaken?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just prefer to see it on you.”

“You’d be wise to keep that to yourself, darling. Don’t wanna be caught dead vouching for an old enemy of yours.”

“I trust you’ll keep a secret. Or am I mistaken?”

Becky smirked, and Alexa mirrored her smug expression.

But The Man wasn’t stupid.

“Charmingly devious as always, aren’t you? ”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alexa scoffed. And a part of that was been true to an extent. Alexa had been minding her own business all day, paying no attention to anything in particular, and simply being Alexa.

But as she had been doing for the past several months, she had been too restless for too long to simply sit around and just let things slip through her fingers.

One of those things was Becky Lynch.

And she saw right through her.

“You’re a terrible liar, Lexi,” Becky said, leaning in close, paying no attention to personal boundaries.

Alexa glowered at this, because even if she was letting her guard down just a little for The Man—to wrap her up and fold her into her tiny little game she’d like to call her heart-shaped box—she wasn’t going to tolerate any more belittlement from her old rival and counterpart.

“Could have been worse,” she said, “I could have been asking for a selfie with you and posting it on Instagram.”

Becky chuckled devilishly. “I suppose. Although to be honest, that would have been much more tolerable.”

Alexa laughed out loud. “You’d prefer a selfie over me flirting with you?”

But all Becky did in response was smile in the knowing way she always did. She brought her lips close to her ear, and Alexa shuddered at the contact.

“I’d prefer to be the one to eliminate you this Sunday at the Royal Rumble.��

Alexa silently fumed at that, but she stamped a smile on her face. Because there was absolutely no way. Becky couldn’t possibly be planning to do that—should her match against Asuka not go her way.

Right?

Suddenly, the sins of Alexa’s past were looking like they were finally catching up to her. After all this time.

All of the relentless bullying, the snarky insults, and the devastating beatdowns she gave to the Irish Lass Kicker at her own hands—it had all been fun and games for her two years ago. But it had also been a devious plot to get to the top of the division. And now, Alexa was going to see the bitter consequences of that wicked game she once played.

And it sent shivers down her spine.

But the Goddess had played it off well. She wouldn’t let it get to her. She wouldn’t give Becky that satisfaction.

“Just shut up and smile.” Alexa said, pulling out her phone, knowing that this was personal—knowing Becky would legitimately kick her ass up and down the hallway if she so happened to post this on social media.

“Fine, fine.” Becky said, ego crinkling wide at her lips, “You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re angry.”

“And you’re cute when you’re unbearable.”

“I learn from the best.”

#becky lynch #alexa bliss #belexa #there’s typos probably and this drabble might not make sense but w/e im drunk rn #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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jjfantasy · 6 years

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This is where I wanna be

For Tumblr prompt "I didn't intent to kiss you" for Anon.

Link to AO3 (x).

Thanks to @edenofalltrades for being my beta. <333

Until now, Rey hasn’t attended a party of any sort. Probably her closest experience was that one time she stalled long enough at the Jakku village, cleaning her loot to exchange it for one barrel of lower quality water he could use for a shower. She was aware of what alcohol was, even tried moonshine from one scavenger she was friends with. Yet that scavenger seemed to drink to get herself numb and forget. When Unkar Plutt drank with his friends, he didn’t do it for any of those things. He was celebrating selling yet another stolen, small-class cruiser, and it was a rare sight to see him offer Quanya to the closest of his ‘business partners’.

Apparently, Finn understandably hasn’t had the chances for participating in any party, so when Poe proposed to have one to celebrate Rose’s recovery his friends agreed happily.

With Leia’s approval, Jess turned the small celebration into a full party with every bottle and a bit fancier food she could find in their stocks.

„We’re allowed to use all of that?” Rey asked out loud Poe. He just brought in another box with whiskey bottles and preserved Pyollian cake.

Poe shrugged and replied on his way back for more supplies, chewing on one of the cakes, „We have to use it sometime, and General said she wants to celebrate life. Who knows the next time such opportunity might happen.”

By the time Rose entered the room, Rey was sure she hadn’t seen that much food in her entire life and wondered how they’d consume all of that. She was quickly proven wrong. Everybody at the party, including Leia, was able to hold their drink quite alright.

Somewhere around one hour into the party, the girls were listening to Leia recounting her adventures with Luke and Han, and Snap started a cake eating contest much to Finn and Jess’ delight. Rey was having generally a good time and was thrilled for her friends too, yet something bothered her peering at participants of the competition who were absorbing the sweet dessert on time. She was aware it was a one-time thing, the remaining Resistance fighters draining their stress, and nobody ever wasted food among her friends. Still, she excused herself for a minute under the pretext of needing water.

Rey entered the tiny supply room and shortly investigated the shelves for some bottled water. After she grabbed one, she took a big sip and leaned against the shelves. She was thankful for her new home, the people who became her new family, but in all honesty, she wouldn’t ever forget the troubles of her life on Jakku.

A few minutes passed, and although Rey calmed down, her apparently head didn’t. The walls around her kept spinning, so she closed her eyes again. Clearing her head helped only temporarily until someone opened the door and burst in almost knocking her over.

„Sorry,” Poe gasped and steadied Rey with his hands. „I didn’t realize anybody was here.”

„That’s okay,” Rey lied, though the whole world in front of her eyes kept wobbling. „I needed some air.”

Poe scanned the area as if he expected to witness fresh air with his naked eye. „Here? I hear it’s quite refreshing outside.”

Now, Rey definitely felt offended, even if it was an unnecessary side-effect of meager intoxication. „I guess I’ll get out of your way.”

„No, you don’t have to, please don’t move,” the pilot blurted and reached behind young Jedi’s head.

At first, he didn’t glance at her, but her eyes watched him carefully as he got closer. Poe bent over her, supporting himself on one of the metal shelves. Although Rey curled up into the wall behind her, their breaths mixed. A faint smell of whiskey mixed with what she couldn’t recognize, but what specifically was Poe’s scent hit her nostrils. It was far from unpleasant.

Finally, his deep, brown eyes found Rey’s stare and she lowered her eyes to his lips, which definitely worsened her case. Somewhere around this point Rey couldn’t stop herself and simply leaned towards him. Within second her lips touched his. She didn’t close her eyes at first, so she saw his eyes widen at her action. Yet he didn’t protest and they both closed their eyes. He seemed more than okay, the next thing Rey knew he took the initiative and tilted his head to turn the soft brush of their lips into something more.

His other hand crawled up Rey’s right side and found the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. A moan vibrated in her throat when Poe nibbed on her lower lip, asking for entrance, and she gladly obliged. Her own right hand sneaked behind Poe’s back, fingers traveling up his spine.

Rey’s vision wasn’t spinning anymore, if anything, everything, including Poe, felt real and sharp. She clung herself tightly to him, and he gently but firmly pushed himself into her.

Then the door swung open interrupted their little moment. Their lips broke apart, and Rey only saw a glimpse of Rose, who yelped ‘Whoops, sorry!’ and fled just as rapid as she appeared.

Poe didn’t even flinch, panting and drilling his gaze into Rey’s head. His linen shirt was a bit messy, but his hair was all over the place. Somewhere in the process, Rey managed to do that which deep inside made her a tad proud.

„I didn’t intend to kiss you,” he admitted in low voice and pulled a bottle of water from behind Rey’s head with his right hand.

„Oh,” she breathed and instantly blood drained from her entire face. Being embarrassed didn’t even cut it. The closest thing she was experiencing was probably utter humiliation.

With one movement Rey broke free from his palm locked around her. „Excuse me,” she breathed and stormed out the door, leaving a stupefied Poe alone. She headed for her quarters, hoping to go unnoticed, but met Finn on the way.

„Hey, here you are,” he exclaimed, „Are you coming back to the party?”

„No, I’m tired,” Rey spat and kept walking. She felt wrong to treat her best friend like that, but she wasn’t up for confiding in him yet.

Instead of her room, she marched to the hangar of Millennium Falcon. It was extremely quiet, with Chewie still at the party. The humming of the machines soothed her frayed nerves. She quickly found a blanket and covered herself with it in one of the crew’s quarters bunks. Exhaustion hit her the moment she laid down her head on the pillow. Soon sleep came.

In the early morning, Rey was thankful to find she was still alone on the ship. Her mood definitely lightened after a good rest, but she didn’t want to think about last night’s events yet.

Not really up for grabbing breakfast, she headed outside the Falcon bearing some tools, with the decision to fix some long overdue short circuits.

Her head felt completely thought-free while she worked, Rey hadn’t even noticed as the hours passed by..

Sometime later, she heard a droid roll in into the hangar, beeping happily on its way.

Rey’s forehead creased and she turned towards the incoming droid. Sending BB-8 was a low blow on Poe’s part.

[Friend-Rey, my master is asking if you could come meet him at the canteen?]

Rey huffed, it was the last thing she needed right now, especially in a room full of eavesdroppers.

„No, thank you, Beebee,” she denied, her heart sinking at the way droids’ head dropped and beeped sadly. She gestured at the Falcon, „I’m actually quite busy.”

[Master-Poe predicted that you’ll say so, he asked me to also tell you he’s offering handmade soap-flakes with strawberries!]

An uncontrolled chortle escaped her lips. „Panna cakes by chance, Beebe?”

Seeing her interest grow, BB-8 only confirmed with a single, jolly beep.

„Fine,” Rey sighed and rolled her eyes, suddenly stomach growling loudly, „lead the way.”

The second they entered the room, Rey regretted her decision. Poe was sitting at one of the tables, grinning like an idiot while he organized plates in front of him. For that alone Rey felt an urge to punch him in the center of that smug smirk. Fortunately, there weren’t that many people in the canteen she feared there would be.

Poe patted Beebee on his head and praised, „Good droid.”

„Where did you get strawberries?” Rey huffed and skeptically eyed the still steaming pancakes.

„Now, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he chuckled and added, noticing Rey approach the bench on the other side of the table, „Sit next to me, please?”

„Why?” she questioned but fulfilled his request. Poe moved to make space for her.

„Humour me,” he answered cockily, which didn’t help his case. „Help yourself.”

Rey didn’t answer and dug into her portion of pancakes. She moaned quietly tasting the sweetness at the tip of the fork.

While she ate, the pilot beside her shifted in his seat to send BB-8 away and moved his right leg over the bench so his body was fully facing Rey.

„So... listen, I’m truly sorry about my behavior yesterday,” Poe started slowly, fishing for any reaction from Rey.

Rey was aware the breakfast was a smokescreen, but deep inside hoped they wouldn’t talk about it and they both would wave the farce kiss aside. She smoothed her shirt in a nervous manner.

„It’s okay, it was my fault, I’m the one who flung myself at you. We both drank a bit, but that does not justify me. A Jedi should know better,” she admitted and winced at the bitterness of guilt that covered the taste of her breakfast.

„I’ll forgive you if you forgive me,” he proposed.

„Deal,” Rey agreed in a muffled voice, full pouches. She couldn’t stay angry at him even if she tried.

A comfortable silence fell between them and only when Rey was almost done she realized Poe didn’t touch his culinary handicraft.

„Aren’t you gonna at least take a bite before I plunder it all?” Rey asked and offered her plate to Poe.

He shook his head. „I’m good. I already ate the normal breakfast, I found only enough ingredients in the pantry for one serving.”

Rey groaned, „Great, now I feel so much better. Please, share some with me.”

Poe pretended to think hard. His whole face lit up and he pointed to her meal. „Are you sure, you’re done? Maybe I’ll just try for the taste, see if it’s actually any good.”

„Definitely, it’s wonderful,” she eagerly confirmed and pushed the plate a bit to her left.

Next, Rey turned her head she found his face inches away from hers. Breath stuck in her lungs, she let him get even closer. She was well aware what was about to happen, yet the sensation of his lips against hers sent a shiver down her spine. The kiss was chaste and short, apparently, Poe couldn’t help the chortle bubbling up inside his chest.

„Now we’re even,” he laughed and didn’t even try to dodge Rey’s fist as it lightly hit one of his biceps. After licking his lips, he continued, „My cooking skills got better, indeed.”

Rey blinked a couple of times, completely lost. „Not to rain on your parade, but why did you kiss me? I thought you made all of this to make sure we’re friends only?”

Poe looked almost offended like his response was the most obvious thing in the world. „I may not have intended to kiss you last night, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to overall. You just took my intoxicated self by surprise last night, that’s all. And now, that we’re past our first, official date...”

„Wait, what? Is that what it was?” Rey squeaked loudly, making a few heads around them turn. Some were watching with interest for some time now.

„I intend to kiss you often, sometimes even without your permission if you’ll have me. Feel free to do the same. Neither of us knows what the state of the Resistance will be or if you’ll have to leave again to complete your Jedi training… but I hope you stay. BeeBee and I both adore you, I mean, not that I want you to kiss BeeBee but…” he babbled and paused, feeling Rey’s fingers delicately placed over his mouth.

„I’d love to have you both. This is where I wanna be.”

#damerey #rey x poe #poe x rey #jedipilot #jj writes #mine #my writing #drabble #fic

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franklyshipping · 7 years

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Don't. Touch. The Tea ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

MY FIRST REQUEST AHHHHHH this is for the lovely @cookiecrunchxox who is super nice and made my day with their compliments and who first entered my askbox as the TEA ANON (that’s legit what i called u in my head NOT EVEN SORRY 😘☕) because of the theme of your request, so here we go!!!

Bim’s morning routine was a simple one, wake up, go to the kitchen, make a cup of steaming tea. Tea was important to Bim because it was one of the few aspects of normality in his life, it set him up for the day and it was vital for getting him out of his drowsy stupour. Bim sighed and rubbed his eyes behind his glasses as he waited for the kettle to boil, no one else was up yet as far as he could tell so there was no hustle or bustle to mess things up.

Bim smiled as the kettled whistled, he poured slowly and relished in the sweet scent of earl grey; granted, it wasn’t everyone’s favourite but he loved it. He stirred and let the teabag sit for a few moments, turning away from the counter so he could grab a paper towel to wrap it in for when he binned it. He swore he averted his eyes for barely a millisecond, but when he looked back…his mug was gone.

‘What the heck?’

Bim mumbled, he rubbed his eyes again but the mug was still gone. He was about to pinch himself in case he was dreaming when a loud splutter made him jump, Bim walked round the edge of the counter and round a corner. Then he sighed. He’d found his tea, which was in the hands of Wilford Warfstache. Said man had evidently just taken a sip going by the intense grimace on his face, as well as the light glare he was giving the mug.

‘How the hell do you drink this?! It tastes like baboon pee!’

Bim decided not to question how Wilford linked the tea to baboon pee, he didn’t particularly want to be put off the rest of his breakfast. He shuffled over, holding his hand out for the mug.

‘Well I like it, it wakes me up. Can I have it back now?’

Wilford hesitated as he looked from the mug, to Bim’s outstretched hand and back again. His lips quirked into a small grin as he looked at Bim, shrugged and started walking away.

‘Nah.’

…what? Bim was struck by confusion as Wilford started walking away, tea in hand. Bim shook his head and proceeded to follow him, he was not ready to deal with Wilford’s….Wilford-ness at this time in the morning.

‘Wilford give me my tea!’

Wilford turned to face him whilst still backing away from him, his eyes glittered as he took a pointedly large gulp from the mug. Which only made him cough and shiver, Bim sighed exasperantly.

‘You don’t even like it!’

Wilford snickered at Bim’s annoyance, placing his spare hand on his hip with a wide grin.

'Yeaaah but it’s funny seeing you try to be all angry.’

Bim glared at the moustached man which only made him cackle lightly as he backed away furthur, Bim went to lunge for the mug but Wilford lifted it up out of his reach.

'I want my damn tea Wilford!’

Wilford snickered as Bim tried to grab it frantically.

'Ah ah ah! “I want” doesn’t get!’

Wilford sprinted over to the kitchen cabinets, Bim hot on his heels; when Wilford reached said cabinets he smirked and stood on his tip-toes, placing the mug at the very top. Despite them all being derived from the same person, there were little differences…like Bim being just a few inches shorter. Said man sighed, looking from the cabinets to Wilford with a raised eyebrow.

'Wow Wilford, real mature.’

'Thanks, see ya later.’

Oh hell no, Wilford was not getting away that easily. Bim glared and flew at Wilford, who yelped in surprise at they tumbled to the laminate flooring; Bim wasted no time in settling on Wilford’s thighs and pinning his arms with his knees. He was gonna regret this. Wilford told himself he wasn’t worried, but the glimmer in Bim’s eyes meant he had to repress a minute shiver.

'Take the mug down. Now.’

Bim spoke calmly, narrowing his eyes at Wilford who gritted his teeth and smirked back defiantly.

'Make me Trimmer.’

Bim’s lips stretched into a wide grin as he rested his fingers on Wilford’s exposed sides, giggling gently when the man beneath him tensed.

'Gladly.’

Bim wiggled his fingers which immediatly made Wilford squeak and burst into bubbly giggles.

'AHA! Whahahat ahare yohohou dohohohoing?!’

Bim giggled with a gleeful grin as Wilford squirmed at his touch, he moved up so he could prod and pinch at his ribs. He was delighted at the brand new snorts and crackly cackling he drew from Wilford.

'Hopefully convincing you to get my tea for me, is it working?’

Wilford only laughed as his ribs were played with like piano keys, his eyes were squeezed shut as he could only lie back and accept what Bim did to him. Bim started spidering over his tummy, making him yelp and buck.

'NAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHON’T!’

Wilford shrieked as Bim hands wormed under his shirt and worked on his belly, tormenting his bare skin very effectively.

'Sorry Wilford, but “Naaa don’t” doesn’t get.’

Bim snickered as Wilford growled and tried to glare through his mirth filled expression.

'Yohohou ahahare sohoho dehehead Trihi-AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!’

Bim was wiggling and burrowing a finger in his belly button relentlessly, smiling innocently as he cupped his other hand to his ear.

'What was that? Did you just threaten me?!’

Bim deepened his voice and grinned at the light shiver Wilford emitted amidst his desperate cackles and squeals, he elected to trace around Wilford’s navel whilst he let the other flutter at Wilford’s neck.

'STAHAHAHAP THIHIHIHIS YOHOHOU DIHIHIHICK!!!’

Wilford tried to scrunch his neck furiously, reduced to mere snorts and giggles as Bim made his touch light. Said man sighed, disappointment lacing his voice.

'Gosh, threats AND name calling? You’re really not doing yourself any favo-’

'Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!’

Bim smirked and laughed as Wilford tried glaring again, but the grin on his face and blush coating his cheeks meant it didn’t really have the desired effect. Bim narrowed his eyes and poked his belly button harshly, causing a loud yelp.

'Hey I’m talking!’

Wilford giggled nervously as Bim stilled his movements, resting his hands on top of Wilford’s tummy as it rose and fell with his breath.

'Now, are you gonna save yourself any more trouble and go and get my tea? This is your final warning!’

Wilford nibbled his bottom lip as Bim spoke reprimandingly, he still had a nervous grin on his face as his mind whirred away. Bim looked down at him expectantly…but was shocked to see Wilford wiggle his moustache and shake his head slowly.

'No?’

Bim’s fingers curled over his belly, Wilford repressed a light giggle as Bim tilted his head with a teasing smile.

'Are you quite sure about that?’

Wilford bit the inside of his cheek, internally screeching as Bim’s fingertips traced little torturous shapes. And yet…he nodded. Bim smirked.

'I didn’t wanna have to do this…but you leave me with no choice.’

Wilford shuddered and fell into giggles as Bim delicately traced over his torso for a few moments, but Wilford soon noticed that Bim’s fingers were, ever so slowly…heading downwards. He pulled at his arms weakly, despite knowing there was no point.

'Nohohononono Bihihihim plehehehehease…’

He looked up imploringly but Bim only grinned and tutted.

'It’s too late. You had your chance and you just…threw it away.’

Wilford gasped as Bim’s thumbs trailed over the protruding bones of his hips. His most ticklish spot. He locked eyes with Bim who grinned and suddenly vibrated his thumbs harshly.

'AHAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIM!!!’

Wilford screamed and wailed and bucked as Bim tormented his worst spot, Bim was heavily taken aback by the reaction but that didn’t stop him.

'Aww, tickle tickle Wilford! I can’t imagine how bad this must be…’

Wilford had no energy left to even think of a retort as he screeched unintelligibly, cursing his own bitchy stubbornness.

'NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE!!!’

Bim felt slightly guilty, he didn’t want to push Wilford too far so he lessened the intensity. He traced his hips gently, thankfully allowing Wilford to get his breath back whilst still giggling and snorting.

'Ihihihi’ll mahahake yohohou tehen cuhuhups ohof fuhuhuhuckihing tehehea! Juhuhuhust stahahahahap!!!’

Bim giggled with a hint of smugness as he hummed, Wilford gazed at him pleadingly and Bim made his decision.

'Hmmm, I guess you’ve learnt your lesson.’

Bim smiled widely when Wilford gave out an audible sigh of relief, he shuffled off him and stood. Bim offered his hand which Wilford accepted with a bombastic grin, he quickly brushed himself down and waved his hands waywardly.

'Right, tea.’

Bim giggled as Wilford reached up to the shelf, Bim couldn’t restrain himself from giving his side a light poke. Wilford jumped and waved his finger at him accusedly.

'Hehey!’

Bim held his hands up with a grin.

'Sorry sorry I couldn’t help it!’

Wilford glared half-heartedly before stretching and retrieving the mug, Bim looked on concernedly when Wilford’s face dropped.

'What’s wrong?’

Wilford turned to him with a light, sad pout.

'It’s gone cold!’

Bim sighed and let out a light laugh as he took the mug from Wilford, patting his shoulder gently.

'It’s fihine I’ll just make another one.’

Wilford’s dejected look disappeared as he leant against the counter contentedly, Bim primed the kettle and sorted himself with a fresh teabag. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned back to Wilford, a question nagging at him.

'Hey Wilford, why did you take my tea in the first place?’

Wilford grinned and folded his arms at his chest as he leant on the kitchen surface.

'Well…I always see you drinking like 3 cups a day, so I guess I just wanted to try it.’

Bim smiled surprisedly, mainly at the fact that Wilford had an actual reason other than just wanting to be bothersome. Huh.

'Well for future reference, earl grey is NOT a good introductory tea.’

'Noted.’

They both laughed gently, and suddenly Bim was struck with an idea. He clapped his hands making Wilford grin at his exciteable state.

'Ooh, I could make you some normal breakfast tea if you like? It’s the one people usually have first!’

Wilford perked up and nodded enthusiastically at the idea, and so Bim set to work. In my personal opinion, I think this proves the long discussed myth…that tea always has, and always will bring people together.

fricky heck I enjoyed writing that SO GODDAMN MUCH this has made my day, tell me if ya like it annnd yeah 😄 luv yous xx

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jokersangellove · 7 years

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Saving Mr. J (part 3)

Sorry I haven’t posted this sooner, I told caught a nasty cold last weekend and I had exams this week but I had to post this ASAP for those of you who have been patiently waiting for this update so I apologize in advance if this chapter is horrible.

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Reader is adjusting into her new home and made some friends along the way. Although her relationship with Mr. J has improved, minor setbacks occur but lead to more. (a bit confusing but I don’t want to give anything away so read for more ;))

Word Count: 2334 words

Warnings: mention of abuse, near death, and language

“J, pay attention!” His eyes didn’t move an inch from the paper he was studying.

“Come on, let’s do something.” You pleaded, wanting to get out of the mansion for some fresh air before going insane.

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve arrived in the Joker’s mansion. But life hasn’t been too brutal. You actually sorta became friends with him. Friends is too strong of a word; more like acquaintances with a few rough patches. He acknowledges you and the both of you share some information about your life, a few giggles and jokes here and there. Although, some days there’s no giggles, no jokes, but abuse. On those days you had to be extremely cautious with what you say. Life with him was unpredictable but you’ve only had a glimmer of what life with him contains.

“I’ve got work, (Y/N).” He growled, sitting in the exact same position. “But I wanna go outside and feel the fresh air on my skin.”

“Then open a window.” It was your turn to growl at him causing him to look up and meet your gaze for a split second before looking back down.

“I’ve been stuck in this damn house for weeks to the point where I might go insane!” You exclaimed dramatically. All you wanted was to go out and the only way he’ll ever let you is if he goes with you in order to keep an eye on you.

“Insanity might do you some do.” He joked while scribbling something on a sheet of paper. Before you could retort, a knock was placed from the other side of Mr. J’s office door.

“Sorry to bother you Mr. J, but your shipment has arrived at the warehouse.” Frost announced in a serious tone from the doorway. Mr. J simply nodded his head and stood up from his desk, making his out the door in a white button up with a black suit vest, form fitting black dress pants, and black Italian leather dress shoes. You couldn’t lie, he looked sexy. Just thinking about how good he looked made a soft blush reach your cheeks. Once you noticed the room was empty with only your presence in it, you huffed in dissatisfaction and raced after Mr. J and Frost.

Before they reached the end of the hall, you called out to Mr. J if anyone was going to watch you while he was out dealing with business and he simply answered with “Frost.” You skipped over to Frost who stood there waiting for you while Mr. J disappeared down the hall and linked arms with him.

“Yay! Now Frosty and I can go out while you’re gone!” You squealed in happiness and embraced Johnny’s arm for a short period of time. A loud growl was heard from down the hall along with a, “Like hell you are!” A light giggle came from you before you turned over to look at Johnny who had an expressionless face.

“Lighten up, Johnny Boy. Your boss is gone.” You placed both of your index fingers on the corners of his mouth and moved them upward to resemble a smile. He slowly lost all professionalism and smiled on his own.

“I swear you are going to get yourself killed from the amount of times you bother Mr. J.” He joked, letting out a light-hearted laugh.

“I just want to go out, Frosty. Is that too much to ask for?” You gave him your puppy dog eyes.

You’ve gotten close with some of J’s henchmen, Frost in particular. Whenever you had the chance, you conversed with him. The two of you could go on for hours discussing your lives outside of the mansion, well your life before finding Mr. J. You learned that Johnny has a wife and a 3 month old baby girl. You, being a baby-lover, always ask/beg to see pictures of her which he happily obliges. It took quite a while to break him from Mr. Professional but you managed to bring out the humorous man. Your personalities compliment each other, he was like the brother you never had and vice versa.

“Oh don't give me that look, short stack.” He warned only pressing you to go further and let out a small puppy whine. The sound broke him as he let out a huff and headed towards the garage, you following his lead with a grin of satisfaction and victory plastered on your face.

“That was so much fun!”

“Mr. J is going to kill us if he finds out.” A carefree laugh left your throat as you walked towards the car with a teddy bear in one hand and cotton candy in the other.

“Calm down, Johnny. The key word in your statement is ‘if’, Mr. J won't find out. Admit it, today was a blast.” You didn't give a damn if J finds out. Today was the most fun you've had in years. Medical school wasn't exactly thrilling and once you nailed a job, you decided to make up for lost exciting times. Unfortunately, your job was time consuming and tiresome so you rarely went out on the town until today.

“Alright I'm not gonna lie… the fair was amazing.” A wide grin broke out on both your faces probably from all the thrills and sugar and you sped your way home.

The laughter and joy melted away when you and Johnny spotted the purple Lamborghini in the garage next to an array of expensive luxury cars. We're screwed.

“Where the fuck were you two?!” The all too familiar voice of rage had you frozen with fear. The second you entered the house, you were bombarded by Mr. J and a couple of his henchmen.

“Look, it wasn't Johnny’s fault. I wanted to go-”

“I told you a thousand fucking times that you couldn't go out! Now you drag my men into your delusional mind to take you places!” At this point he was fuming. You were always one who hated conflicts and fights so him yelling directly in your face triggered tears to well up in your eyes.

“Mr. J, don't blame her for all of this. I was the one who agreed to take her. It was my decision.” The words that left Johnny’s mouth had you flabbergasted. Him taking partial blame for the situation was dangerous. He could most likely get fired or worse… killed. The mere thought of having to live in the spacious and utterly boring house alone without him to talk to made you lightheaded and nauseous.

“Well in that case…” The sound of a cocked gun aimed directly at Frost made hairs on the back of your neck stand.

“No! P-please don't do this J! It was all my fault. Completely my own doing. Punish me instead, just please d-don't kill him.” You stood shakingly in front of the object that could potentially end the life of your friend with the barrel of the gun pressed against your temple.

Your tear filled (E/C) eyes bored into the deadly man’s light sapphire eyes, silently pleading him to halt his wild actions.

“Both of you get the hell out of my sight.” He growled and lowered his deep purple designed gun with gold accents. Johnny and you quickly headed out of room and down the many halls until you reached your ‘bedroom’. A loud heavy sigh of relief left your lips and rested your head against the wall, still shaken up by what just went down in the living room.

“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I almost got you killed by my stupidity.” A fresh set of tears rolled down your cheeks as you admitted this entire situation could have been avoided if you just stayed put in the damn house.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N). You saved my life and for that I thank you.” You let out a choked out giggle of appreciation and engulfed him in a sweet friendly embrace.

The moonlight illuminated your dingy cell while you laid on your sad excuse for a bed. After tossing and turning for hours you decided to just give up and think. Thinking about everything that has happened to you since you’ve gotten here. You don’t understand how he can go from Joking J to Killer J. He’s got issues but so does everyone else in the world. You wish that he would open up to you and tell you what’s going on in that damn mind of his. Just thinking about him frustrates you. He is unlike any man you’ve ever met. But maybe that’s a good thing. There are so many assholes, liars, and cheaters in the world but he is completely different. He is a mixture of personalities in one man which confuses and intrigues you.

You jumped out of bed huffing and stormed out of your grimy room. Ugh I gotta get some sleep. Maybe a nice steaming cup of tea will help ease my mind and body. You made a beeline to the kitchen and filled the kettle with some water and let it heat up.

After looking around the open spaced room filled with luxurious furniture, you spotted a light peeking underneath the door of Mr. J’s office. Out of nowhere you grew the courage to knock on his door. Strangely you wanted to discuss what happened earlier that day.

“Ugh who the hell is it? I'm fucking business!” Oh no he's in a pissy mood. You gently called out it was you and asked if you could take a moment of his time. He never responded back so you took that as an invitation. Once you stepped into his office, the atmosphere felt heavy with his eyes fixated on you and the soft amber glow from the candles dispersed around the room.

“I saw your office light on and wanted to talk to you.” He gave me a look edging me to go on.

“I wanted to apologize for disobeying you. It was foolish of me to leave without your approval.” He simply hummed in agreement. Since he didn't seem mad, you continued. “I wouldn't have left in the first place if you just took me instead. You actually leave this house while I just sit here twiddling my thumbs bored out of my mind!”

“Don't push it.” He threatened me with a menacing look on his face. Oh hell no.

“Don't threaten me. You act all high and mighty when you just distract yourself with business because you have no one to actually talk to! You have no friends since you don't open up to a single being. I try being your friend but you don't tell me anything. And Frost has been with you for years yet you still treat him like shit! He has been nothing but loyal to you and kind to me yet you tried to kill him today! What made you so pissed that you held a gun to his head?!” At this point you were angry and raised your voice at him for the first time.

The murderous look Mr. J had on could send anyone running in the opposite direction from him. He suddenly slammed his fists against his desk, emitting a loud noise that probably was heard even outside the house.

“YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT PISSED ME OFF?!” He stalked towards you and in 5 large steps, he was face to face with you and your back pressed against the door.

“You did! You had the fucking nerve to leave when I SPECIFICALLY told you you couldn’t go out without me!” His face was flaming red and spewing out words.

“And I apologized! But instead of putting a gun to my head you put it against Johnny’s.” Your faces were so close that your noses were almost touching. But after your retort he rolled his neck as if he was holding something back. That was the last straw.

“What?! What aren’t you telling me? WHAT ARE YOU SO DAMN AFRAID OF?!” You repeating poked his chest harshly in order to get something out of him. Anything.

Abruptly, he pinned your hands against the door and smashed his lips onto yours. Your body felt like electricity was running through your veins. You felt your heart drop and start beating rapidly in your stomach. Your mind went foggy as your stood there being kissed on your virgin lips. Slowly but surely you responded back until you were both out of breath.

“J…” You breathed out and stared into his expressionless eyes. The grip on your wrists were gone and moved into your hair as you were pulled into another earth-shattering kiss. This time you responded back immediately and desperately. Your arms wrapped around his neck and hid your fingers into his bright neon green locks. His lips felt like soft velvet against yours, only urging you to pull him closer towards you. A low moan left his mouth and one arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer towards his body; if that was even possible.

Suddenly, the door behind you moved open causing the two of you to break the lip lock early and step away from the door. One of his henchmen entered the room with a pleased look on his face.

“We found her, sir.”

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Konstantine Paradias is a writer by choice. At the moment, he’s published over 100 stories in English, Japanese, Romanian,German, Dutch and Portuguese and has worked in a freelancing capacity for video games, screenplays and anthologies.

People tell him he’s got a writing problem but he can, like, quit whenever he wants, man. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

While I can’t be 100% certain, i think I wrote my first story (by way of crayons on notepaper and sticker-rebuses) when I was about 5. It was a collaborative effort with my brother, who was 3, while we were rebooting one of our earlier imaginary playmates, DUCKIE. He wasn’t too bad, but he just lacked the oomph we needed to push him into a franchise.

So we ended up with KITTENCHILDE (first name Mordecai), the richest kitten in the world. He was born with a silver cat toy dangling in front of his face, hated work, controlled the world’s economy and was plagued with moocher relatives.

I didn’t really start working on writing another story until I was 14 and my English teacher at the time told me I was hopeless with the language, so I started writing a pretty atrocious, 200k word fanfic starring every character from every game I’d played so far. I’ve since expunged it from the internet since it was absolute cringe but hey, it got the ball rolling.

2. How many books have you written?

Counting all the stuff that didn’t make it off the ground? I’d say around 6, at last count. The first one was a fantasy western story about an android assassin in a steam punk world. It was called STONE COLD COUNTENANCE and it had voodoo and ancient sorcery and demon dogs but it was so poorly written that I had to make it go away.

The second one was a novel that’s currently stuck in rewrite hell, which began as a post apocalyptic body horror novel. I started working on it in 2010 and have since taken off 50k words, added another 30k, re-worked the setting and now it’s slowly turning into the story of a motorized Mongol Horde coming back in the wake of a fossil fuel apocalypse. I call it the CHROME HORDE and I hate it and love it in the same breath.

The third once is a YA novella that’s still stuck between publishers, titled TEENAGE BADASS. It’s the story of Finn, a monster hunter born, who chooses to leaves the magical comfort of her weird family to venture out into the strange world we call our own. Also, it feature time travelling Nazi werewolves.

My fourth book is SORRY, WRONG COUNTRY, which I am immensely proud of, on account of how I was working on it for 8 years and made it happen. It’s a collection of short stories about everyday weirdness in the heart of post-recession Greece.

My fifth book is a pet project I’ve always wanted to get down to, a novella that’s the first in a series I’ve always wanted to get on with. It’s titled VIOLENCE DAVE and it’s all power metal and space marine rage and all that good old ultra-violence.

And finally, the last one is FUTURESUCK, which is coming out by Sybaritic Press and people tell me it’s depressing but I don’t see how: it’s just the story of the worst time traveler ever, whizzing across the time stream after having erased his own timeline while trying to get rich quick and messing it up royally. He can never get back but neither can we and there’s nothing we can do about it.

3. Anything you won’t write about?

Politics. Can’t stand the stuff. It’s toxic and it clings to your skin and if you aren’t careful, people around you are gonna catch it. There’s nothing more stilted and awkward than stopping a story cold in its tracks just to advertise your leanings or tell people why they’re wrong and I wont’ be changing my mind about it anytime soon.

4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…

At the risk of dating this interview, I’m 32 at the time and happily married with the only woman I could ever call ‘wife’. No kids yet, but they’re gonna happen. I’m thinking about 6, so I can train them as trapeze artists on the off-chance this writing thing doesn’t work out.

I’ve worked as a sandwich shop worker, owned a small business selling religious icons, worked in marketing, bookstore sales and even spent a spell living full-time off manuscript editing. But if I had to pick a career for myself, I’d cook for a living. People tell me it’s a crap job, but there’s nothing like the sizzle of cooking oil over a fire to get me going in the morning.

Also, waking up at 4am. People can’t stand it, but there’s no sight better than that pre-dawn light, peeking through the cloud cover on a Monday morning.

5. What’s your favorite book you have written?

So far, it’s gotta be SORRY, WRONG COUNTRY. Mostly because I worked on it for 8 years and I rewrote it a thousand times and I was never good enough for it, but I loved working on it and I think it liked the attention.

It’s a collection of stories from regular weirdos, customers and passers-by I got to meet while the country was coming apart around me and I think they kept me from losing it, especially when things turned for the worse. Hell, even if we slip off the edge of the First World, I’ll still have those guys to keep me sane.

6. Who or what inspired you to write?

Like I said, i started because I wanted to piss off my English teacher, but the person that got me into writing was the Sandwich Captain, a man I kept running into at 2am in the morning when I was working in that aforementioned sandwich shop. He was probably the most interesting man in the world and he hated the attention and he was more troubled than Sisyphus.

And I loved him for it.

7. What do you like to do for fun?

Don’t laugh, but I make pickles. Carrots, cucumbers, cabbage and garlic, chili and bell peppers and onions, oh my. Then I check on them in the middle of the night, as if they were children and worry for about two months before I crack them open.

Also, I like to grow stuff. Nothing too major: maybe some peppers, some onions, when I can. Someday, I might just head off to the boonies, live off the land, then come back just in time to regret it.

8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?

Panic. Worry. Tell people. Feel like garbage. Start planning out the next one. Am I doing it right? I don’t think I am doing it right, at all.

9. Where do you write? Quite or music?

Mostly, I write anywhere. I write at work, between handling customers. I write at home, while trying to wrangle dinner. I never had too much time to write since I started doing it earnest, but I can’t stand music, so I guess I need the..noise?

The hum of humanity, the gentle rumble of the kitchen or traffic.

God, if the world ended I don’t think I’d ever write another word.

10. Anything you would change about your writing?

I don’t even know where to begin: personally, I hate my dialogue, think I need tons of work on establishing hooks, am garbage at pacing and overall wouldn’t publish me if it was up to me. Also, I think my research is atrocious and I have a very heavy hand when it comes to editing myself, to the point where I start second guessing to an atrocious degree.

You know what? It’s best I don’t touch anything. I already hate the entire thing.

11. What is your dream? Famous writer?

Famous? With the attention and the interviews and the podcasts and all that jazz? No, just give me enough to live on and a tank of gas-filled from book sales and a settled power bill and I’ll be happy.

But then maybe I’ll just bellyache and wish I had a movie deal by then.

12. Where do you live?

Athens, heart of Greece, birthplace of philosophers and every terrible idea alike, in a little place overlooking the Acropolis, nestled against the hill of Filopappou. On summer nights, we’re lulled to sleep by the distant baying of strays. In winter, beggars form impromptu choruses in street corners.

We swelter in August and we freeze in December and it hasn’t snowed in Christmas since forever, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

13. What’s your favorite thing about writing?

Writing itself, I guess. Also, browsing markets, struggling to reach publishers, trying to finagle a story every chance I get.

It might come off as cynical, but I hate writing for myself. I am the worst audience I’ve ever had: I’m awfully judgmental, offer little to no feedback and am an all-around insufferable smartass.

But writing for others? Man oh man, that’s a blast. I love talking to editors or readers, especially, pitching ideas on the sly and searching for that little nod, that semi-indifferent “go for it” sign and know that I wanna give them something they will enjoy.

Hell, even if I bungle it up I’ll get some form of feedback.

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Konstantine Padadias is an extremely nice man and talented author. Writing has been in his blood for a long time and his passion shows. He has a great sense of humor and has even decided that his children will be trapeze artist. We forgot to mention that he doesn’t have kids yet. Of course this made me giggle. If you don’t know him or haven’t read his books please take some time and introduce yourself. Grab one of his books and please remember to leave a review. Please help me welcome Konstantine Padadias to Roadie Notes…..

1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

2. How many books have you written?

3. Anything you won’t write about?

4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…

Also, waking up at 4am. People can’t stand it, but there’s no sight better than that pre-dawn light, peeking through the cloud cover on a Monday morning.

5. What’s your favorite book you have written?

6. Who or what inspired you to write?

And I loved him for it.

7. What do you like to do for fun?

Also, I like to grow stuff. Nothing too major: maybe some peppers, some onions, when I can. Someday, I might just head off to the boonies, live off the land, then come back just in time to regret it.

8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?

Panic. Worry. Tell people. Feel like garbage. Start planning out the next one. Am I doing it right? I don’t think I am doing it right, at all.

9. Where do you write? Quite or music?

The hum of humanity, the gentle rumble of the kitchen or traffic.

God, if the world ended I don’t think I’d ever write another word.

10. Anything you would change about your writing? I don’t even know where to begin: personally, I hate my dialogue, think I need tons of work on establishing hooks, am garbage at pacing and overall wouldn’t publish me if it was up to me. Also, I think my research is atrocious and I have a very heavy hand when it comes to editing myself, to the point where I start second guessing to an atrocious degree.

You know what? It’s best I don’t touch anything. I already hate the entire thing.

11. What is your dream? Famous writer?

But then maybe I’ll just bellyache and wish I had a movie deal by then.

12. Where do you live?

We swelter in August and we freeze in December and it hasn’t snowed in Christmas since forever, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

13. What’s your favorite thing about writing?

Writing itself, I guess. Also, browsing markets, struggling to reach publishers, trying to finagle a story every chance I get.

It might come off as cynical, but I hate writing for myself. I am the worst audience I’ve ever had: I’m awfully judgmental, offer little to no feedback and am an all-around insufferable smartass.

Hell, even if I bungle it up I’ll get some form of feedback.

You can connect with https:Konstantine Padadias here: Sorry, Wrong Country Book link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/194633507X/ref=cm_cr_dpvoterdr?ie=UTF8&thanksvoting=cr-vote-R103RDQVJM0OMW#R103RDQVJM0OMW.2115.Helpful.Reviews

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Some of Konstantine Padadias’s books:

Getting personal with Konstantine Padadias Konstantine Padadias is an extremely nice man and talented author. Writing has been in his blood for a long time and his passion shows.

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