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bumblebear30 · 3 years

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Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak, Established Calvak

A wee comfort fic for these two as I totally love them.

Warnings: mentions of Casey's office attack, migraine / mild medical concern. Side effects of getting older. No smut but alluded to. Happy ending.

Please let me know if you have any other prompts or requests for these two. Happy to try write more for them.

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"You did it again."

The accusing tone made Casey's head snap up from where she was nestled on the couch. She could feel the light crust of dried drool on her cheek where she'd pretty much passed out into the pillow and rubbed at it with the cuff the sweater she was wearing in the hopes that her always immaculately dressed girlfriend wouldn't notice,

"Did what again?" she finally mumbled in response, a heavy pout in place as she scrunched her eyes against the bright light streaming in the apartment windows.

Rita sighed huffily as she perched on the back of the couch and busied herself with finishing taking off her earrings for the day. From there she finally caught sight of the sleep befuddled Casey - the creases of the pillow evidently pressed into her cheek, hair all mussed and cocooned in softest of old sweaters that Rita owned as the redhead obviously tried to drag her lagging brain through what it was she had done wrong this time.

Her expression immediately switched from frustration to concern as she reached out to card her fingers through Casey's hair, the younger woman automatically leaning into it and shifting closer to where Rita was sat,

"You left files that I shouldn't see on the breakfast bar again. We got a place with room for two separate offices for a reason darling."

Casey winced and opened one eye to finally look up at Rita as she apologised,

"Oops, m'sorry babe, I genuinely didn't mean to. I just needed different light. "

Rita tilted her head and gave a small sympathic noise as Casey burrowed her head against the back of the couch,

"Migraine again sweetheart?" Casey nodded groggily where she lay, loathe to commit to any movements that required further effort. Seeing her so forlorn pulled at Rita's heartstrings and she quickly got up and shed her shoes and jacket onto a nearby chair as she came round to the front of the couch to join Casey, "That's the third bad one this month..."

Hearing the familiar sound of Rita settling next to her Casey shifted to lay her head in her girlfriend's lap, wordlessly requesting for the attorney's always slightly cool hand to run across her forehead and circle at her temple as she'd done before by simply tipping her chin just so.

Of course Rita automatically took up the action, also using her free hand to run her nails in soothing circles across Casey's lower back.

The redhead let herself just bask in the attention and comfort. She'd felt instantly a bit better as soon as the scent of Rita's expensive perfume had reached her - always accompanied by the faint smell of coffee, ink and paper, a lawyerly smell if ever there was such a thing. That and the almost pavlovian way her body responded to Rita's touch, practically commanding her to relax with the lightest of pressures, also helped ease the residual pulsating ache at the front of her brain.

Afterwards she'd been sulky for days, which had drawn further unimpressed looks and rolled eyes from Rita. Eventually she'd pulled her head out of her ass and apologised with a gorgeous bouquet and an evening of pampering - cooking Rita's favourites for dinner, making the effort to use the good china and having candles on the table followed by a super indulgent bubble bath for the brunette (the rose petals may have been overboard but she knew Rita secretly adored them.)

She knew where Rita's comment was leading though. They'd had this argument discussion the last time too and she was not wanting a repeat of that general fiasco and to ultimately wallow in her own grumpiness yet again. It was worse because she knew Rita was right, and was only concerned and fussing simply because she loved her. But she had still been in residual pain and exhaustion from the migraine in question as well as licking her wounds from losing the most recent case to her lover too.

All that had only been a week ago, meaning it was less than fourteen days since she'd last had to abandon her work to lie in a darkened room with a cold compress across her eyes and an ice pack wrapped up at the base of her neck. It wasn't sustainable, and she hated being sick all the more because she knew Rita was always more worried than she let on.

She sighed lightly and wriggled her head back so she was pressed more closely into Rita's ridiculously soft silk blouse. The brunette had lifted her hands away as Casey moved but seeing her settle let them resume the gentle caresses. Noting that Casey hadn't immediately started arguing with her Rita decided to press her case once more,

"I just think given that you have such a bad head injury in your past, " Casey couldn't suppress the fearful shiver that ran down her spine at the memories - and lack of them - of her office attack, "that it would be sensible to get a doctor to run some tests and check what is going on."

At still receiving no response from Casey Rita tried to push just that little bit more. She gently ran a finger down the elegant slope of Casey's nose, booping the tip of it which made Casey start and turn onto her back to smile softly up at Rita. Holding her gaze Rita matched her with an indulgent look as she tucked some hair back behind Casey's ear,

"It's just that I'm rather fond of that brain of yours sweetheart, I'd hate to think anything might be wrong." She finished her plea by cupping Casey's chin and running the pad of her thumb over her lips as their positioning meant she couldn't reach to kiss them.

Once again Casey closed her eyes and leaned into the touch,

"And here I thought you were with me for my 'cracking bod', " she grinned as she felt Rita's entire body move as she laughed, "But I know. You're right. As usual." Her admission made Rita smile in victory, Casey's quip pulling another knowing chuckle that rumbled through her,

"Good, I have the number of an excellent neurologist, I'm sure he'll be able to see you by the end of the week."

Casey shot her a look that screamed incredulity,

"He wasn't a client was he? I'm not sure how comfortable I would be with that."

The experienced attorney did laugh at that,

"No, no," she continued to play with Casey's hair, "although he has maybe been an expert witness on several occasions but he's only ever been the utmost professional." she paused for a moment as Casey considered her options. "So what do you say darling, let me call and set up an appointment for you?"

With one last resigned sigh Casey nodded,

"Okay," honestly she was prepared to go through nearly anything if she could stop feeling so accutely crappy whenever these migraines came along, or stop them from happening in the first place.

"But," the smallness of her voice and demeanour, so unlike the usual strong confident persona of the prosecutor, brought out Rita's overprotective side even more, "But what if there is something wrong? Like-"

Deciding to quickly end any spiralling Rita pressed her finger over Casey's lip to hush her,

"Shh, then its better to know and we'll deal with whatever it may be together as best we can."

Suitably mollified, Casey rolled once more so her nose was buried against Rita's stomach, so much so her voice was muffled when she finally spoke,

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried."

"I know darling, but it may just be that you need glasses or something like that now, you know?"

The scandalised and affronted noise that escaped Casey made Rita laugh once again,

"I've always thought you'd look very sexy in glasses you know..."

The low purr of her voice drew an instant reaction from Casey, it always did. Like a siren's call she opened her eyes, feeling better enough to shoot a flirtatious look up at her love as she arched her eyebrow as seductively as she could manage in her prone position,

"Is that so?"

"Hmm hmm," Rita's affirmative humm came as she matched Casey's expression with one of her own, "You could totally pull off the sexy librarian look darling."

"Librarian!?!"

In her offense Casey finally sat up to lightly glare at Rita on a more equal footing. She lightly trailed her hand up Rita's thigh, so overly unsubtle Rita knew she was just winding her up. Still she enjoyed the attention nonetheless. "What if I wanted to go for the sexy lawyer in glasses look? Could I pull that one off too?"

Rita tipped her head to the side as she squinted at Casey, umming and awwing for extra effect,

"I'm sorry love but I think Cabot has got that niche locked down tight."

Casey couldn't help but gasp at the teasing and swat at Rita's thigh in retribution,

"Rude!"

Rita kept cackling with laughter, simply relieved to see Casey's usual firey playfulness was returning,

"Well if you get glasses you can work extra hard to prove me wrong, no?"

With a knowing smile Casey leant forward to press an adoring but chaste kiss to Rita's lips,

"Sounds good to me, thank you for helping me feel better."

Reaching up Rita cupped Casey's chin and drew her face back to her for another kiss. Or two. Maybe three. She just loved how they felt against her own.

"I'm glad I could help. Now do you want to go lock those files away whilst I give the doctor a call? We can then get an order from Chengs if you'd like?"

Casey was already making the effort to stand, holding herself still for several moments to ensure her balance was set after feeling so woozy earlier. Finding herself steady she smiled at Rita once more as she started heading for the kitchen,

"As long as there is lo mein I don't mind!"

A couple of days later Rita answered her ringing cell automatically, not even looking away from her inbox as she barked her usual response,

"Calhoun, who's speaking."

"Hey sweet thing," instantly Rita's entire posture melted, Casey's voice and determination to use ridiculous pet names totally always got her,

"Darling, how'd the appointment go." she'd swung her chair away from the computer screen, her entire focus now on Casey,

"Well you were right."

"I usually am, remind me what I was right about this time?"

"Scans and everything came back clear but I've got glasses to wear now... " Casey paused long enough for Rita to both sigh in relief and laugh,

"Oh is that all?"

"Well, he advised I change to a different type fo light bulb where possible, and definitely to wear glasses when looking at screens as they'll filter that blue light thing? But that and some proper rest and it should all help."

"That's great news sweetheart, I'm so relieved." Truly Rita felt like a knot she hadn't known was there had been released in her chest,

"Yeah, so in the spirit of medical necessity, I think we should schedule a trip up to the house in the Hampton's." Sometimes Casey still would catch herself after saying such a thing. A house in the Hampton's. Their house in the Hamptons. Quite ridiculous.

Rita chuckled but instantly swept round to open their shared calendar to look for potential timings,

"An excellent idea darling, I could even ask Danielle to get the boat ready for us? I know you love to play at being Captain."

"Please, you just want to lounge about in your bikini in front of me don't you."

"Well with your new glasses we'll have to test how much better you can see me. I do love putting on a show for you."

The flirtation made Casey gulp, images of Rita enjoying herself nearly overwhelming her,

"You always do have the best ideas, I propose we do lots of testing."

"For medical necessity?" Rita's smirk was clear even though Casey couldn't see her face,

"Exactly, you always know how to take the best care of me baby..."

#Fanfic #My writing #Rita Calhoun #Casey Novak #Rita Calhoun X Casey Novak #Calvak

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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The Apartment: part 6

▪️for parts 1-5, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, like 2 seconds of angst (?), implying ✨spicy✨ things (but nothing happens/happened)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: HI HI💕! omg i loved seeing everyone’s reactions to part 5 (i didn’t plan for it to be as angsty as it was oops) so i wanted to get part 6 out asap! thanks again for all the love in this, it means a lot :)) as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so don’t be shy to come say hi or request something💛 and lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist :)) okay enjoy xx

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Six: little black dress

No surprise that you got zero sleep that night. Your brain wouldn’t shut off. The idea that Calie could be doing something with Kuroo made your stomach ache. She could be in his room right now, doing god only know what. It was awful.

The morning sunlight came peaking through the window of your bedroom. You laid in your bed, bundled up with the endless amounts of blankets you had. You knew you should probably get up. You had a class at 1pm. You checked your phone and saw that it was close to 12pm. You sighed and got up from your bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

You brushed your teeth and splashed some cold water on your face. Your eyes were still a little puffy from the tears you shed the night before. You left the bathroom and saw that Kuroo was already up.

“Good morning,” he smiled. Kuroo was already making breakfast. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts.

“Hi,” you muttered. You sat down at the counter.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked. Really?

“Like hell,” you said. Kuroo frowned.

“Oh I’m sorry. Here, I made you some coffee.” He handed you a warm mug.

“Thanks. How did you sleep?” You asked, unsure if you really wanted the answer. Kuroo placed a plate of food in front of you.

“Really well actually. I was super tired,” he explained. Hmm wonder why?

“Oh, that’s good at least,” you whispered. You weren’t hungry, you kinda picked at your food.

“Is Calie still here?” You blurted out. Kuroo gave you a confused look.

“No, of course not. She only stayed until her apartment cleared up,” he explained.

“So nothing happened between you two?” you asked, still unsatisfied with his first answer.

“What do you mean?” He questioned. You sighed.

“For being one of the smartest people I know, you can be really stupid sometimes,” you huffed. Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Well if you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer is no,” he said. You groaned.

“Sure…”

“I’m serious.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna go,” you said, getting up from your seat. You walked over to your room and grabbed your jacket and shoes. Kuroo followed.

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?”

“No no, Kuroo, why on earth would I be mad at you?” You said sarcastically.

“Okay well if you’re leaving then I’m coming with you.”

“No, I wanna be alone.”

“Do you wanna be alone or do you just not want to be with me?”

“Isn’t that the same fucking thing?” You grabbed your backpack.

“Y/N, what's going on? Talk to me,” Kuroo reached for your hand but you swatted him away.

“I don’t want to Kuroo,” you grabbed the front door knob, “if you want someone to talk to, go talk to Calie.” You slammed the door behind you and left.

You hated fighting with Kuroo. You rarely did, so it especially hurt when you two argued. You sat outside of your campus library on a bench. Kuroo left you a couple phone calls but you didn’t answer. You tried calling Oikawa but it went straight to voicemail. You then decided to call Bokuto.

“Y/N-CHAN HEY HEY HEY!”

“Hi Bo..”

“Woah there, why the sad tone?”

You sniffled into the phone.

“I kinda lashed out on Kuroo for last night…”

“Oh no...Oikawa told me what happened with that girl...I’m really sorry. What did you tell Kuroo?”

“I just got pissed off at him for bringing that bitch over and I just have that horrible gut feeling that he likes her and I know I shouldn’t have yelled at him but I’m just so upset. Like why do I have to like him if he’s just never gonna pick me?”

“Listen Y/N, Kuroo and that girl could just be friends. Kuroo could like you, but is just really bad at showing it. He’s an idiot.”

You sighed.

“Yeah I know. I just...god, why didn’t I just tell him when I had the chance?”

“You’ll get your chance, I just know it! Keep your head up. And when Oikawa and I get back, we can deal with Kuroo.”

You chucked.

“Thanks Bokuto. Well, sorry for bothering you,”

“You never bother me. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay I will, love you.”

“Love you too.”

You ended your call with Bokuto, feeling a bit better. You sniffled, wiping away the few tears still on your cheeks. You soon realized that you were still in your pajamas and people were staring. Great.

“H-hey…” a voice said. You turned around to see Kuroo, holding out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants for you.

“You left with your pajamas on. And it’s too cold to be wearing shorts,” he smiled, handing you the clothes. Your cheeks went warm. You got up from the bench and grabbed Kuroo, pulling him into a hug. He let out a sigh of relief, holding you tightly. You could never stay mad at him, after all, you loved him.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you,” you muffled out, as your face was pressed against his chest.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for ditching you last night, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have,” he said. You looked up at him.

“Yeah it was stupid,” you joked, playfully hitting his arm.

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked.

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, ditch class?” he proposed. You gasped.

“Kuroo Tetsurou wants to ditch class? Who are you and where is my nerdy best friend?” Kuroo laughed.

“I know I know but you’re worth ditching class for,” he smiled. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Fine, you can make it up to me,” you said. Kuroo smiled.

“Can you answer this for me though?” You asked. He nodded.

“Um- is there actually nothing going on between you and Calie?”

Kuroo sighed.

Could you be any more obvious that you liked him?

“No Y/N, absolutely nothing. I think Calie’s girlfriend would be shocked if there was,” he said. Your jaw dropped.

“SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!”

“Yeah, her name is AJ, she’s super nice.” You felt so embarrassed.

“Oh my fucking god…” you burried your face in your hands. Kuroo laughed.

“Yup, Calie and I are just friends,” he said, “anyway, kinda got my eyes on someone else.” Your eyes grew.

“Wait what?”

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Kuroo what did you just-“

“Come on Y/N, I have a plan for us today!” Kuroo grabbed your hand and led you back to the apartment.

You and Kuroo spent your afternoon watching old movies and munching on whatever snacks you had around the apartment. Back in high school, you and Kuroo would often have movie nights together. Whenever one of you wasn’t doing their best, the other would be at the door with a movie to help. You loved that tradition with Kuroo.

You sat on the couch next to Kuroo as the credits of ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ played. You probably watched a total of 4 movies, bringing the time of day close to 7pm.

“I think that’s enough for watching movies,” you said, stretching your back from sitting for so long.

“Good thing I’ve got another idea,” smirked Kuroo. You raised a brow.

“And what might that be?”

“We are going out!”

“Out?”

“Yes, out! So Y/N-Chan, go get yourself prettied up and get ready for a night on the town!” cheered Kuroo. You laughed.

“Kuroo it’s a Tuesday. I’m not sure how much fun we’ll be having.”

“Don’t doubt me. I know where to go for a night like this. Now go get ready!” Kuroo pulled you up from the couch and led you to your room.

“Oh and wear a dress,” he smirked. Kuroo left you to go get himself ready.

Is this this horrible way of asking me out? No, can’t be.

*BUZZ*

You reached for your phone, seeing it was a call from Oikawa.

“Hi shitty-”

“PUT KUROO ON THE PHONE NOW SO I CAN VERBALLY BEAT HIS ASS-”

“Oikawa calm down-”

“AND DONT EVEN GET MY STARTED ON THAT BITCH CALZONE OR WHATEVER HER NAME IS-”

“Toru please-”

“DONT WORRY Y/N, I MANIFESTED THAT SHE WILL BITE INTO A TORTILLA CHIP AND THAT IT STABS HER CHEEK! THE WORST TYPE OF PAIN!”

“Oikawa?” You groaned.

“Okay I’m finished. Yes?”

“She’s gay.”

“SHE’S GAY?”

“Yes she’s gay. She has a girlfriend. I overreacted, her and Kuroo are just friends,” you explained finally. Oikawa went silent on the other line.

“Well that’s awkward... I had a brilliant revenge plan.”

“You’ll have to save it then.”

“BUT HEY that’s good!!”

“Yeah, he’s actually gonna take me out right now.”

“LIKE ON A DATE?”

“Uh I’m honestly not sure...I don’t think so at least.”

“Well regardless, do your best to seduce him.”

“Toru please-”

“Okay okay I’ll stop. Keep me posted!”

“I will.”

“BYE Y/N!”

“Bye shittykawa.”

“You really have to be nicer to me-”

You hung up on Oikawa before he could finish. You saw a text from him.

you suck -sent 7:24pm

You laughed and set your phone down to get ready.

You scrambled through your closet for a dress. You didn’t want to wear the same one you wore to the party those weeks ago. You scanned through your clothes before finding a little black dress in the back of your closet. It still had the tags on it. Oikawa had bought it for you for your birthday last year, saying everyone needs a little black dress in their wardrobe. You never got around to wearing it.

You set the dress on your bed and went to take a quick bath. After you dried off, you began to put on some makeup and slipped the dress on. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit you beautifully. You felt beautiful. You slipped on some heels, no matter how unstable you walked in them.

“Ready to go…” Kuroo stood in your doorway, nicely dressed. His voice trailed off as he looked at you.

“Do I look okay,” you asked. Kuroo licked his lips subtly.

“Uh yeah you look more than okay…” he said, still staring. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“Well, where are we going?” Kuroo smiled and reached out his hand.

“What’s a good time without a little dancing?”

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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Serious; Luke Hemmings (Pt. 2)

a/n: I have so much drama in my heart❤️

description: he came with the fall of the leaves and left with winter cold. maybe, this time, he’d stay.

It didn’t feel like five days had passed; but they did.

Luke came each morning, every single one. The first one, a Tuesday, he was bearing coffee and donuts- your favorite flavor of each. The fact that he remembered surprised, as well as the gentle kiss he lay upon your forehead when you answered the door.

You hadn’t expected him that early- 7 am. He’d remembered you woke up at that time, too. You’d slept for nearly 12 hours, exhausted from your reunion on Monday, and already feeling the emotional distress you’d experience in a week. When he knocked, you were still in bed, having naturally woken, but snuggled up in your phone. The sheets still smelled like him, so you slept on the side in which he’d lay. It was warm when you first moved, not long after he’d left, but the heat slipped into your bones and replaced itself with the shape of the air in your apartment.

You fumbled out of bed, slipping on the forgotten socks from yesterday, a random t-shirt- his, random, Van Halen shirt- and pajama bottoms. You hastily tied your hair back as you neared the door, barely peering through the peephole before swinging it open.

He smiled softly at you, adored by the way your face was flushed and puffy, sleep in your eyes and a yawn creeping up your throat. He stepped in, hands full of a bag of donuts and a holder for two coffees. Luke stepped inside, towering over you, and kissing your forehead. You blushed, shutting the door softly as he found his place at a stool at your kitchen island.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he finally spoke.

You burned under his stare, carefully removing your coffee cup and accepting the donut he held out to you. “G’morning.”

“Did you sleep well? You fell fast in my lap,” he laughed a little bit, but his voice was gruff from obvious exhaustion.

You shrugged and sat next to him. He turned on his still to face you, knees knocking against your own. There were slits in his black jeans, allowing the white skin beneath to kiss your own. It was a simple gesture, but your heart swooned.

Why was he being so affectionate?

“Yeah, I did,” you furrowed your brows, teeth biting off a hunk of donut.

As you chewed, he replied, “Good. I’m obviously still tired. Jet lags a bitch.”

Luke watched as you ate, drank every once and again, your eyes boring into the kitchen floor and feet swinging back and forth. Your brows stayed drawn together, expression full of something he couldn’t quite reach.

“You okay?” His voice dropped in volume, stepping carefully around you.

You swallowed firmly before meeting his gaze, head turning up. “Why are you being so affectionate?”

Luke grinned at this. You automatically bit your lip, face scrunching up in a, ‘oops.’

He reached for your hand, twisting the fingers between his own. “I wanna make last year up to you. It was a shitty thing to do, when I stopped messaging back. I mean, everything I did was shitty. So I’m trying to redeem myself.”

You frowned deeply, “So it’s...pity?”

Luke suddenly looked shocked, his face that of a heartbroken puppy dog. He had changed so much; the strong, guarded heart of a rockstar had morphed into a confident, yet somewhat vulnerable sweetheart.

You firmly gripped his hand, as he stuttered. “No-no. I’m sorry it seems like that. It’s not like I’m doing this just because I feel bad. I do have feelings for you, I-“

“Feelings?” You braced yourself, a smile inching up your neck.

Luke flushed this time, the heat prickling the tips of his ears which stuck out from the hair tucked behind them. He shrugged, “Yeah. I’ve always had feelings for you and just being around you again brought them back.”

“And this time you’re not completely taken up,” you mumbled. You stood from the stool and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He embraced your waist, thumbs circling into your hipbones. “I’m all yours.”

“Okay,” you scrunched your noses before leaning into a kiss.

You didn’t believe him.

On Wednesday, you decided to actually go out and do something. He had to be back earlier today for an extra long sound check, because at yesterday’s show, his mic was screwed up. So, you got dressed before he was even there, messages from last night planning out your day.

He’d unblocked you on Snapchat, followed you with his private account on Instagram. Luke had sent you dozens of videos and photos from the night prior: A mirror selfie with the caption, ‘I kinda wanna do makeup onstage;’ a video of his outfit, the crowd from backstage, when he was out drinking afterwards. You sent back just as many selfies, feeling elated by the attention and affection (pretty girl, baby, heart eyes, kisses, blushing emojis.)

You were trying to grasp into the moments as best you could because you knew it would be over. Yeah, you’d talk for a month or two, and then he’d get back into the LA nightlife and fall back into step with his groupies for the rest of your. You would take what you could, knowing you could never have his entire heart.

You took Luke to private locations most tourists wouldn’t frequent: Underground coffee and record shops, trying way too many frappes and kissing foam off his lips. He wore a baseball cap, sunglasses, and an all black outfit, trying to just fit in with the rest of the crowds. At one point, someone pointed at Luke, but you watched to see him and his friend seemed to agree that it wasn’t Luke.

Your day ended at 1 pm, on the steps leading up to your apartment building. You were on the step above him, bags hanging off your wrists from the things he’d insisted on buying you. Luke had a hold on your waist, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

Though you were giggling, leaning in for more, you felt so out of place.

After he left, you unpacked the few things he bought you and showered. Your skin felt loose, like it was void of a brain and skeleton, yours hanging up in the closet. You scrubbed at it just to feel a little bit of stinging as if it would ground you.

It was an awful feeling, being a stranger to yourself.

But this was so unlike you.

You, adult you, mature you would turn him away and tell him to fuck off. You’d been a side chick without even knowing it until he went back home, and continued to put out for a taken man until he turned you away. And he broke your heart, telling you he couldn’t leave his girlfriend for, ‘some fling he’d had.’

Yeah, ghosting you didn’t mean he didn’t give you his two-cents before doing so.

But you were so, so lonely. And men like him came once every lifetime.

So, on Thursday, you woke up with the intentions of going to his show.

He’d texted you to let you know he couldn’t bring you coffee today because the guys were suspecting him of something. You sent back a frowning selfie in his tshirt, teasing him with skin and lips.

He came over an hour later.

Hands, hips, perfume and cologne infused into bare skin and transferring between oils and kisses.

He’d told them he was meeting a friend, even had someone to cover for him, and got out just to see you naked beneath him.

It felt good being his priority, even if it was only for three percent of his life.

When your chest returned to a normal breathing pattern, you curled into his side again, let his hands cover your back and hair, his lips your own in lazy patterns of some sleepless song. Your lips formed words now, exchanging secret dreams in the morning.

“I don’t know how you handle the fame,” you’d said after a few words exchanged about his career.

Something about guitars splintering his fingers (which you knew, you’d felt them) and being exhausted all the time, unless he was home for more than two days.

Luke huffed, “I don’t know either. I can’t even get a fucking slice of pizza without being followed.”

“I almost,” you hesitated, “I almost feel bad for you.”

His warm breath rolled over your skin and it shifted in rhythm when you said this. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you wiggled around slightly, “I just wish you could have your career without all the crazy fans.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Luke agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them. Without them, I’d have nothing. But the ones who come to the airport and follow us around and spam our inboxes on Twitter make me want to give up everything just to have a normal life.”

“I know I could never do it,” you laughed.

But the air froze. “What do you mean?”

“I,” you began and moved in his arms to look at him better, “I could never give up my privacy for fame. For anything, honestly. I wanna be able to go on dates or walk down the street without photos being taken. God, how do you even have a private relationship like that?”

Luke sat up, his arms lightly pushing you off of him. You hugged the sheets to your body, taken back by his attitude.

“So you couldn’t be in a relationship with me?”

Your brows furrowed, fingers lightly resting onto his bicep. “What?”

“You couldn’t bear all that, sacrifice all that, for me?” Lukes faze was fierce, sharp.

Luke suddenly stood, shoving on clothes and shoes in a flash. You stood, following him to the door, “Luke! Luke, what’s going on?”

Your mouth hung open, grasping for words that wouldn’t come. “I...I don’t know that you can ask that of me.”

He stopped at the front door, hand grasping the handle so that his knuckles were white. Luke turned to face you, his expression making your shoulders roll forward in vulnerability.

“What are doing this for, then? You just using me for a couple days?”

You scoffed, anger fueling confidence you wished you didn’t have. “Oh, be fucking honest to yourself, Luke. Do you really think this is going past next week? You’ll forget about me again, or you’ll suddenly tell me you’re in a relationship and my time will have been wasted. Thanks for the sex, but maybe it’s my turn to break your heart.”

“Oh, so it is just for these two weeks, then? When did you plan on telling me you didn’t want me like I want you?” Luke spat back.

You laughed sardonically, “Oh, come on! When are you going to lose the facade? Luke, we haven’t spoken in a year, and when we did speak, it was for maybe two months. You barely know a thing about me. You don’t know my mannerisms or where i even want to be in five years. But, hey! Maybe you’ll stop by again, every year, make it a fucking tradition. Come back when you’re in New York or simply when you’re horny, I’ll get you off, and you can ask me how the careers going.”

Luke went quiet. He cleared his throat, but the simple noise cracked from the tears in his eyes. “I have to go to sound check. Can we just stop this for now? Please.”

“I don’t think I can come to the show tonight,” you replied, backing away with a few steps.

Luke nodded, “I figured.”

Despite the tension, the unfinished argument, the inevitable heartbreak, you both reached for the other and embraced a tight ‘for-now’ truce. He kissed you and left.

And he came back the next day, and the next.

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river, part five [starx]

...it’s been a while, y’all.

Sorry about the long, long wait. For those of you who sent me sentence prompts, I’m sorry, I needed to take a break to focus on this, but I promise I’ll finish everything that is in my inbox. Thank you for your patience!

And if you were waiting for part five, well, here it is! All the parts are linked here since you’ll probably need a recap. The final chapter will be pretty short and sweet, so hopefully it’ll be up within the next week. As always, all my love to @fireflyxrebel and @mysticalmeowler because y’all are unbelievably supportive AND share my feelings regarding this ship. Also @lightdusk96 , who never fails to cheer me on through the worst of writers blocks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3

bless,

blue

She looked gorgeous bathed in moonlight.

Is that cheesy? It sounds cheesy. But it was honestly the only thing I could think when I arrived at the cove.

Starfire was already there, sitting near the shore, a purple drawstring bag beside her. She hugged her knees to her chest, drawing lines in the sand while she waited.

She waited. Somehow, that felt like everything.

I turned off my bike, kicked down the stand, and made my way over to where she was seated.

“Hey,” I said, offering her my hand, “pretty dress.”

It was. Who knew Starfire would look so good in blue? Not to mention all the skin I had never seen before. Her legs, her arms, her neck - completely bare, save for the studded band she wore around her bicep.

“I thank you. Your attire is nice as well.”

Weird, I’d never heard her say something so monotonously.

“You don’t think the mask looks goofy without the rest of the suit?” I gestured to my button-down, expecting a smile in return.

Starfire pressed her lips together and glanced at my bike.

She sighed, “we are going somewhere?”

“Is that a problem?”

Translation: did I do something wrong?

She smoothed out the pale blue hem of her skirt and shook her head, “I was unaware of the location change. My outfit may not be considered appropriate for -”

“There’s nobody you need to impress tonight, cutie. I promise. You look amazing.”

She smiled then, briefly, before returning her gaze to the sand, tracing squiggly shapes quietly.

“Everything alright?” I asked, joining her on the ground.

She sighed again.

“No. But I do not wish to spoil this evening by burdening you with the things that concern me.”

“Starfire- “

“Red X,” she cut in, lifting her face, “you do not need to pretend to care. I am content with this ‘date’ commencing as planned. We will eat and talk and go our separate ways and continue to battle as we always have.”

My stomach dropped. What? Where was this coming from?

“Okay. Fine.”

“I thank you.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I sprung it on you without warning.”

Starfire shook her head.

“That is not what this is about.”

“Wanna tell me what it is then?” I snapped, “Because I have no idea what changed in the last ten hours. Did you come to your senses? Did you realize I’m not what you thought you wanted?”

My stomach dropped when she didn’t say anything.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hated everything.

“That answers that, I guess,” I muttered, “I’ll see you around -”

She grabbed my arm before I could leave, holding me in place.

“It is not about you,” Starfire hissed, her eyes flaring, “it has never been about you. I tell you time and time again that I do not care about what you think. I see the good in you. And X’hal, Red X, despite your tantrums and the obvious obstacles between us, I like you more than I care to admit -”

Yes.

“But it has been an awful day, and I cannot bear to put up with your meaningless flirtations while I remain conflicted over my feelings.”

“Meaningless?” I echoed, prying her fingers off of my sleeve, “You think I showed up here, risking everything, for something that was meaningless?”

“I only meant -”

“I kissed you, Starfire. What did you think that was? A joke?”

God fucking damn everything.

I stood up to brush sand off the back of my pants, “I’m calling it a night. I’ve got stuff to do and I don’t want to waste your time with my ‘meaningless flirtations’.”

Starfire pushed herself off the ground and yanked me back.

“Why is it that Earth boys cannot stop running? Listen to me, for one moment you stupid clorbag,” she growled.

I’m sure I don’t have to describe how hot that was.

But like, it was hot.

“I apologize if I offended you, but I have already said that I like you, and if you are still unsure of where I stand, I will clarify that I have feelings for you, so perhaps instead of tending to your wounded pride, you will do the shutting up and prove that your words are not empty”

And if that wasn’t enough, she pushed her fingers under the bottom of my mask and lifted it to the bridge of my nose, closing the distance between us.

I did what any sane guy would do.

I kissed her back with everything I had. Her hands gripped the collar of my shirt, keeping me impossibly close while I held her hips against mine.

Despite the frustration that was there, she kissed me slowly, teasingly, pulling away to brush her mouth on mine gently before capturing my lips again. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, breaking the kiss when she giggled.

Ah, there she is. Beneath the angry-eyes and snarly-face, I could still feel the warmth of her touch.

“Is this okay?” I asked quietly, resting my forehead against hers.

She breathed slowly and nodded, loosening her grip on my shirt. “It is more than okay. I am sorry I doubted your feelings for me. I did not mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine. I was acting like an asshole anyway.”

Starfire frowned and dropped her hands, “correct, but I should not have assumed the worst. I have had...an unpleasant day, and I took my feelings out against you unfairly.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked, letting go of her waist.

“It is alright, I know you had something planned for us tonight, I do not wish to ruin it.”

“Starfire,” I said seriously, taking her hand, “what’s wrong?”

I sat and tugged her down beside me, leaning back on my palms.

“Go on,” I probed.

She shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through her hair, gazing out into the bay.

“I am confused about my feelings,” Starfire confessed, “because I am still in love with Robin.”

“Okay.” That wasn’t much of a surprise.

“But I have thoughts about you. And it feels as if I am betraying him by pursuing those thoughts. We have already drifted so much, and I fear that this will only distance us further.”

“Is that all you fear?” I asked, “or are you worried that being with me will ruin your relationship with him forever?”

Starfire’s eyes widened.

“I do not mean - x’hal, I am not waiting for him to come back to me, X, I swear I am not using you to -”

“Hey, shhhh, calm down,” I touched her arm gently, ”that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just think some part of you knows that any kind of relationship with me will threaten your relationship with him. And for that matter, the rest of your team. I mean, where do they think you are right now? Another late flight?”

Starfire turned pink and looked away.

“I informed Raven we were going on a date,” she said shyly, “but Cyborg and Beast Boy think I am trying to avoid Robin.”

Wait, what?

“I’m not gonna get cursed for taking you out, right?” I asked, inciting a giggle from her.

“Raven does not usually do curses, but there are not many boys I have gone out with, so I suppose we will have to wait and see,” she replied, smiling.

“Reassuring, cutie,” I said, shaking my head, “so, you’re confused about who you like. Or what you feel. That’s why you’re in a mood?”

“No,” she said miserably, propping herself up on her elbows and straightening her legs, “Robin and I had an argument.”

Ahhh.

“I’m sorry,” I said awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“It is my own fault. I have been distant for a while now. Today...it was simply the breaking of something bigger.”

“You can talk about it if you want. I don’t mind.”

Starfire tilted her head.

“Would that not be inappropriate? As I am on a date with you?”

I shrugged, “no point in following through with the stuff I planned if you aren’t in the mood. I brought food and blankets on my bike; let’s lay it out here and have a picnic.”

A smile spread across her lips slowly. “I did not know you could do spontaneity.”

“Hard to be in my line of work without a backup plan. And for the record, cutie, you don’t know much about me at all.”

She tucked her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat.

“I am hoping with can change that.”

I pushed myself off the ground and walked over to the X-Cycle .

“We’ll see.”

Dinner still felt fairly warm. Definitely hot enough to eat. I unpacked the food carrier, grabbed a blanket and a couple of the battery-operated candles, and the bag with my suit in it.

“You came prepared,” she commented, floating for a moment as I spread the blanket beneath her.

“Always am. Here, start turning these on. There’s a switch at the - yeah, perfect. Put them wherever you want. I brought fizzy cider too. I wasn’t sure what you preferred to drink, but I’ve never seen anyone say no to cider from - “ don’t say the restaurant name, you idiot, “ah, anywhere.”

“That is very sweet of you. For the record, my favorite drink is mustard.”

Ewwww. I shuddered.

“Like the condiment?”

Starfire laughed, clasping her hands together, “it is tangy and smooth and reminds me of the traditional faglaga juice from my home planet.”

“Right. Sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Perhaps you will try it with me one day? Or we can share your favorite drink?”

“Could be fun, if I ever make it past the taste of mustard in my mouth.”

She shoved me gently - or what I assume was meant to be gently - into the sand.

“Ow!”

“Oops,” she said airily, covering her mouth to conceal her smile, “it is my bad. May we now eat?”

“Way to change the subject, cutie.”

“It is a skill I have attained mastery of.”

I gestured at the to-go boxes that sat on the blanket.

“Hope you like Italian.”

She did. Enthusiastically, though I’m not sure if that was genuine or just Starfire being her astoundingly kind self. It’s crazy that there’s even a difference there to consider.

We talked about everything and anything, inching closer and closer together until she was leaning against me. I told her about the cities I’d been to, the sights I’d seen, and the music I listened to. She talked about growing up a princess (go figure, right? Of course she’d be a literal fucking royal), her adjustments to life on Earth, and her hobbies, none of which were very surprising to me. I didn’t push her for many questions about her time as a Titan. I don’t know if that’s because I thought it would make her uncomfortable, or because I didn’t want to hear it, knowing that in all honesty, I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want that life.

Starfire, to her credit, didn’t push back either. But every now and then, she’d get this sad, faraway look on her face.

And me being the dumbass I am, opened my mouth to ask her about it.

“So what’d he do?”

I lifted my head from X’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

He nudged me gently, placing a hand on the curve of my waist and running his fingers along the soft blue fabric of my dress.

“Boy Blunder. Whatever he did, it’s bothering you. So talk to me.”

I stared at him curiously.

“Why do you wish to know so badly?”

X shrugged and turned his gaze to the breaking waves that lapped against the shore. Stars glittered on the horizon, the bright shine of Vega casting a glow through the patch of clouds above us.

“I wanted to make this night good for you,” he said finally, “because it’s the one real chance I’ll get to be in between what I am and what you want me to be. I’m not a thief and you’re not a Titan. We’re just two people. And as long as you’re keeping this...thing to yourself, you’re going to be all sigh-y. Which would ruin your memory of this moment.”

X tilted his head and dragged his hand up my side to touch my chin.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

I blushed and looked down.

“C’mon, beautiful.”

His fingers intertwined with mine and I automatically moved closer to him, snuggling against his form. His touch soothed me. I had never expected it to feel like anything other than electricity, but there was a sense of peace that warmed me when he touched me like this.

I did not mean to make the comparison in my head, but at the time, I almost felt like I did when I was with Robin.

“Did you know that Robin and I have never been an item?” I asked, gazing up at the sky, “I am sure you did not. Most of the city believes we were or are together. Most of the Titans do as well.”

X waited patiently, lacking the usual quips he readily delivered so often. I pushed on.

“What you all do not know is that when the Titans were in Tokyo, Robin told me that...that a hero is all that he is capable of being. And emotionally, there are no openings for attachments beyond friendship.”

If I sounded bitter, it was unintentional.

“We have not been the same since. It has been a challenging year. We do not talk or spend time together in the same way we used to. And as of late, with my usual distance from him and the sneaking off I have conducted, it seems his patience is broken.”

X pressed a hand to my back, stroking it comfortingly as I pressed my lips together, voice wavering.

“We had an argument today,” I whispered, “I do not even recall why it began or who initiated it, but he was so angry. I have never ever seen Robin so furious or hurt. And the things we said...X’hal, it was terrible.”

“I’m sorry, Starfire,” he said quietly.

“Nothing he said was untrue. I wish he had spat lies in my face, but X, he was right. I have been selfish and cold with him lately. I have furthered the space between us. I am killing our relationship slowly,” I said miserably.

He drew his hand higher along the column of my spine, pausing at the base of my neck to bury his fingers in my hair.

“My mom had hair like yours, y’know.”

I froze, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

“It was long. And thick. She always kept it tied back when she was working, but my dad loved it when she wore it open for him.”

“X…”

“My parents were the worst couple ever. They loved each other enough to share a house and a kid, but that’s about it. Dad used to fuck side-girls whenever he could. He got wasted every other weekend. Then Mom got sick and called it quits. She kicked him out and bullshitted a thousand lies so she could spare him the pain of watching her go through treatment. And so that she wouldn’t have to struggle through their broken marriage while she recovered.”

He turned his head and looked at me, dragging his hand to my jaw to hold my gaze to his.

“It’s crazy, the things people do to protect themselves and the ones they love. Not so different from what you’re doing with Bird Boy.”

I stared at him openly, tears filling my eyes.

Red X leaned in, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he said simply, removing his hands and lying back on the ground, crossing his arms beneath his head, “I’m sorry if I said too much, you wanted honesty so I figured - oomph!”

I tackled him, squeezing his hips with my knees as I caged his body with mine. I gripped the edge of his mask and rolled it up to his nose, pressing my lips to his cheek gently before cupping his face and bending down to kiss him deeply.

He brought his arms to my waist, the thin fabric of my dress barely protecting my skin from his searing touch.

Everything felt too warm, as if the fire inside me had swelled to the surface of my body. He tasted like the cake we shared, smooth and buttery. Chocolate lingered on his tongue.

I shifted my hips, blushing when the movement resulted in a low groan escaping his lips. With wide eyes, I did it again, smiling when he panted.

“Cutie, I don’t think you know what you’re doing- ” he choked out, digging his fingers into my hips to steady me.

“I am learning,” I purred.

He closed his hands around my wrists and sat up, attaching his mouth to the hollow of my throat.

“You usually keep your neck covered, right?”

I nodded.

“Good.”

I gasped when I felt him bite me, running his tongue over the mark to soothe the sting of his teeth.

X pulled away, gauging my response.

“Ah...too much?” He asked sheepishly.

The spot on my neck was still pulsing. Heat coiled in my stomach.

This was all so new.

“Not at all.”

He licked his lips and descended again, tickling my skin with his nose while his mouth explored me.

I snaked a hand between us to grip the collar of his shirt, dragging my fingers lower to undo the first button. Then the second.

I brushed my hand against his chest, marveling at the feel of it. He was smooth and soft, save for a few patches of puckered scars.

He flinched when I pressed my palm to his heart.

But I could not focus on the way he froze for the moment or the fact that his kisses had become greedier, dipping closer and closer to the neckline of my dress.

I was not thinking about the way he squeezed me closer, or the panic in his eyes when he finally pulled away to stare at the placement of my hand beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Because as soon as I touched him, I felt his heart beat faster. It quickened under my fingertips. It reminded me of the way I felt when I was around Robin.

And I realized at that moment, whatever doubts I possessed for X had vanished.

“What is it?” He snapped, clearly discomforted by my scrutiny.

“You mean what you said,” I said softly, meeting the eyes of his mask.

X pursed his lips.

“Yeah, we discussed this already, Starfire,” he said impatiently, “what about it?”

I shook my head.

“No, X, I can feel your heart. You truly mean what you said. You care for me.”

He flushed.

“We all have soft spots.”

“Not in this manner. Do you realize what this means?”

“It means I like you, cutie.”

“It means we have both developed the true feelings. How am I to treat you in battle? How are we to partake in a...relationship?” I closed my eyes and sighed, “I fear there is no going back.”

“Who said I wanted to go back?” He challenged, closing his palm over mine, “why is it all or nothing for you? Why can’t we work in-between?”

“Do you really believe we could be happy and successful in that place? To hide and lie and run around in the shadows?”

His grin thrilled me.

“Seems to me you haven’t minded sneaking with me these last few days. It’s not forever. It’s just until we figure out what we want. Does that sound so bad?”

“You would be the boyfriend to me,” I mumbled, “I could never oppose such an idea.”

“Boyfriend, huh? I was just thinkin’ friends with benefits - oof!” His cheekiness dissolved into laughter as he crashed into the sand.

I waved my fist threateningly.

“Clorbag.”

“Kinda your clorbag, though.”

His hand shot out and gripped my waist, tugging me on top of him.

“Since you copped a feel, do I get to as well?”

“I do not find your humor amusing in the slightest,” I said haughtily, rolling my eyes, “it would be wise to resume kissing me or risk further injury.”

I am pleased to say I did not think of Robin once X covered my mouth with his. In fact, lying in his embrace on that vacant stretch of beach, I found myself filled with unbridled joy, the likes of which I hadn’t truly felt in a long, long time.

There was something comforting in his promise of an ‘us’. Knowing that although there would be challenges, he was willing to try. I did not know if our actions were the right ones, nor did I expect anything to come of what was unfolding between us.

Later, Raven would express her anger with me for vanishing after my fight with Robin. Her gaze would fall on the marks along my neck and the candles around her room would flare white-hot. Beast Boy and Cyborg would share their concerns, curious about where I had been. And after I escaped to my room, Robin would knock on the door and apologize for his words, disappointed with himself and with me. And I would forgive him because I would still be warm from the evening I had spent out. My heart would quicken, and I would be confused because I would not know which boy was causing the stirrings in my chest.

But that is later.

For the moment, for this moment, the lies and deception have been worth it.

When we finally parted, I remained curled in his embrace, gazing up at the sky in all its wonder.

We made small talk. I did not mention his mother or father or the fact that he had opened up to me so easily. He kept his mask folded at his nose, unwilling to push it higher, but not wanting to seal his lips for the evening.

A loud buzz from his pocket reminded me of the outside world and the threat of what we were doing.

He cursed and glanced at the screen of his phone, reluctantly wiggling out from under me to write something.

“I’ve got a drop-off,” he said quietly.

I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest.

“You are leaving?”

“In this case, I don’t have much of a choice.”

I wanted nothing more than to remind him that was untrue. That he did have a choice, that what he was doing was wrong, and he was worth more than this.

But there was a determination in the corners of his smile. Finality in his grip.

So I let him go.

He promised me he would be safe and that it was an essential trade. He even told me he would be protecting the city by making this deal.

I helped him clean up the mechanical candles and blanket, packing them away in his bike while he retrieved his suit. He awkwardly asked me to turn around while he changed into it. I obliged him, only glancing when I was unable to resist the sight of him shirtless.

X hooked a leg over his bike and looked at me, holding out a hand.

I took it, allowing him to tug me over to his side.

“I’m sorry, cutie. You know I have to do this.”

“Be well,” I whispered, gripping the front of his suit and leaning in to kiss him gently.

He pulled me against his body, curling his arm around my waist.

“Again. Soon.” He breathed, lifting my hand to his mouth. His phone buzzed insistently, halting him as he kissed my fingertips.

I placed my hands on the sides of his head and pulled his mask down, snapping it beneath his jaw.

“Good luck.”

He nodded and kicked away the stand that kept his bike upright, revving his engine and taking off into the night.

I did not return to the tower immediately. Instead, I slipped off my shoes and raised the hem of my skirt to my thighs, wading slowly into the cool tides. The glow of the moon lit the waves as they lapped against the shore. The sand felt silky beneath my bare feet.

It felt ethereal. I did not feel quite as lost or confused as I had in the days before. I could not bring myself to be afraid. Not yet.

Not while I still tasted X on my tongue and felt his arms around my body. Not while the memory of his honesty was still fresh in my mind. Not while I could still feel his heart pulsing against my palm.

I flexed my hand and brought it to my chest, closing my eyes as I felt the even thudding beneath my skin.

I felt found.

#river #part five #starx #blue writes #YIKES this is late #teen titans #starfire #red x #ava i love youuuuu

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Just Be Here Now (Prequel. 2)

Okay I admit I'm not good at writing fluff so you can probably see how I just butchered the first half of this chapter. But I hope you like it because it took me three hours. XD

Yes this is the last chapter of this story, but there'll be two more coming. One in Morality's pov, another in Logic's pov. More things will be revealed in these two.

The poem is inspired by Samuel Taylor and his poem Dream. I'm not a poet, so please don't be mad if you don't like it. XD

Pairing: Pta Sanders.

Warnings: Angst. Implied Character Death. Cancer. Incurable Disease.

Logic sat down across Morality. Morality blushed instantly and lowered his head. It’s been three month after they first met, but the feeling toward Logic was only deeper and deeper. Just thinking about Logic would make Morality smiles. He pretended he did not see Logic and focused on the laptop.

“Morality?” Logic looked at the boy sitting in front of him. Did he not see him? Or perhaps he didn’t want to meet me? Did he know my feelings to him? Logic frowned. He was sure that he only acted like a friend.

Morality stared vacantly at the screen. He was typing, but all the words are not for the history essay. Should he tell him? Or should he not? Logic looked like he wasn’t interested in him at all. But he cared about him more than others. Morality typed on his computer frantically. He looked at the bottle next to him, then wrote down a note. Pushing the bottle to Logic, he blushed. “How’s practice?” Morality cursed himself for being so dumb. How’s practice? Seriously? Almost everything is better then “How’s practice”. He mentally kicked himself and focused back on his laptop again.

Logic peeked at Morality through his fringe. “Tired, but it’s fun. We’re having a game tomorrow. Are you coming?” He grabbed on the bottle and touched the note. Logic turned the bottle around and saw three hand-drew emojis. A dog, a heart, and a robot. Eyes wide and mouth opened, Logic pushed back the bottle and turned on his laptop.

Morality’s face turned pale. He bit down the inside of his cheek and held back his tears. Taking back the bottle, Morality started pack up. “Ding!” Morality stopped before closing his computer. A new message was in his inbox.

“What if you saw me? And what if, When you saw me You fell in love? And what if, You fell in love, Found out I have the same feeling And put your hand in my palm And what if, I held on to it For the rest of my life? …Ah, what then? —Logic”

Morality read it line by line, tears streaming down his face, but now they weren’t representing sadness anymore.

The next thing both of them knew, they were together.

Everyone, everyone thought they are the best couple on the earth. Like opposites attract, Logic matches Morality perfectly. Their relationship was filled with full of arguments, but every time they would find a way to compromise.

“Morality! Do not put the fork in the microwave! I told you thousands time!” Logic yelled frustratedly to the phone. How many times did he ask Morality not to do that because that was dangerous, but every time, every morning Morality would do the same thing over and over again.

Morality bit his lips. Oops… “Lo, I’m so sorry! I forgot! You know I have a trip this morning but I still need to cook for you! I won’t do it again!” Morality giggled nervously, hoping his boyfriend would let this go.

Massaging his temple, Logic sighed, “One more time, you’re not allowed to get in the kitchen.” He poured a cup of coffee for himself and sat on the table, noticed the little notes on the table. Smiling, he added, “Be safe. I love you.”

Morality felt a warmth growing in his chest. He nodded, but then replied after he realized Logic wasn’t with him. “I love you, too.”

It was only four days, four days without Morality, but Logic felt like it was one eternity. He read all of the notes on the first day and wouldn’t stop texting Morality. He tried reading books, but every romantic scene reminded him Morality. He wrote tons of poetries to distract himself, but every line came out describing his lover. Every song he listened made him recalled a memory between them. Every note he saw letted him remembered Morality’s cute voice. Groaning into his hands, Logic drove out from the house. Morality was coming back today. He would give Morality a sweet welcome home.

Morality looked into the mirror. The smile was perfect and the hair was well-down. He adjusted his glasses and knocked the door. “Lo, I’m home!”

Logic opened the door and greeted Morality with a smile. “Welcome home, Morality. I missed you.” He led Morality to the dining room. It was decorated with Morality’s favorite flowers and all the photos of them. The light were shut, only candle were glowing on the shelf and the table. Sitting on the table were Morality’s favorite dishes. Morality hugged Logic tightly and kissed Logic gently.

“Logan, life is too short. You don’t know how much I’m in love with you. You don’t know how much more I want to love you. Oh dear, how much I want to be with you until the end of life.” Morality nearly choked.

Logic looked at Morality fondly. “You will, my love. You will be with me until the end of us.”

Morality looked away, smiling. He sat down and pointed at the seat across him. “Let’s enjoy the meal.” Logic nodded and walked toward his seat. Together, they finished the dinner and had a wonderful night.

The next day, when Logic woke up, Morality was gone. He was no where to be found. Logic called Morality over and over again, trying to reach out of Morality. He ran to Prince and Valerie’s house to see if they knew, and he went back to the school. But no, Morality disappeared. The beautiful boy gave Logic the best memories, and ripped them out from Logic’s mind with his absence. Now all the memories were torture. They haunted in the house, with Logic, and everywhere in the town. For a whole month, Logic felt like he was living in hell.

Until one day, Prince came to him with a letter on his hand. “Morality asked me to not tell you anything until today. This is a letter he wrote for you.”

Logic snatched the letter and opened it.

“Sunset before the night has the most beautiful view. A flower looks the best right before it starts to wither. A climax before the end is the most wonderful part of a book. I want to be like them, leaving you the best memory of me. Cancer is taking away my time. It makes me uglier and uglier each day. Please don’t be mad at me for saying goodbye beforehand. I don't want to let your memory includes an imperfect me. My grave will be in the cemetery next to the road you drive pass every morning. I will listen to whatever you want to say. I’m with you. My love is forever and everywhere, Logan.”

Silence enveloped the house. Logic wanted to scream, but he knew he could hear. He wanted to punch the wall with his fist, but he knew he would hurt. He wanted to rip the letter, but he knew, he knew this was real. Everything was real. He couldn’t do it. He had the letter and the letter only. Nothing was left for him, only the letter. Logic stared vacantly at the letter with full of words, but “My love is forever and everywhere” was the only sentence he could read.

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