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milkybonya · 3 years

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it's you

order 005 for anon: large banana milk tea with pudding, lychee jelly and grass jelly

Warnings: some explicit language, flooding mentions

Summary: when you and your soulmate kiss, a small, very small part of your hair will turn white. But why would you and college!Minchan ever kiss when you hate each other?

word count: ~3k

[a/n]: i miss Minchan so much pls :( aLSO I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SH*T AND LATE BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!!

"Move out of my spot," Minchan sighs, towering over you as you sit hunched over your notes in the front row of the lecture hall.

"No, why should I?" you spit out, still looking down.

"Because it's my spot, didn't you hear me say that?" Minchan clarifies with a scoff.

"Oh just shut up. Is your name written on here anywhere?"

He sighs and chooses to sit behind you, accepting defeat for now.

"Can you and Minchan not just give it a rest for one day?" your friend asks you as they take the spot beside you.

"If he wasn't so annoying, then maybe I would be able to do that," you say, organizing your notes for today's lecture.

Minchan kicks the back of your leg with his foot after hearing your words, and you turn around, sighing.

"You're literally proving my point. Just stop," you say.

"You stop badmouthing me first then," Minchan says with a smirk.

"Okay, good morning everyone!" the professor says, causing you to turn back to the front so you can pay attention.

The lecture passes peacefully as the two of you focus. Sure, you have a deep rivalry, but you're both dedicated students who never mess around when a lecture begins.

It's only after it ends that Minchan gets on your nerves again.

You find it right in front of a vending machine, pressing the buttons to dispense a drink. After he steps away, you realize that he had bought your favourite drink, and you don't think much of it until you step up to also buy that drink... only to find there's no more left.

"Minchan, what the hell? You don't even like that flavour anyway, why did you have to take the last one?!" you yell, pointing at the drink in his hands.

He shrugs in response, unscrewing the cap.

"If you want it, you'll have to do something for me."

"And what's that?"

"Convince everyone that we're dating."

"Just for a drink?!" you exclaim.

"I'll have a lifetime supply for you. Anytime you want, just tell me and I'll buy you one."

"Minchan... have you lost it? You know I hate you, right? Why would I pretend to be your s/o?"

"Because people think I'm dating this stuck-up asshole and it's ruining my reputation."

"Why would me dating you fix anything?"

"Because you get good grades, [y/n]. Not as good as mine, but good enough. And I hate your guts, but everyone else seems to think you're alright."

You sigh, shaking your head at the boy.

"I'll give you the drink this once. You've got till tomorrow to think about it," he says, flashing you a smile before walking away.

Confused, the drink almost slips out of your hands as you shuffle to your dorm, feeling bewildered.

"So Minchan, your mortal enemy wants you to fake date him?" you friend asks you, sitting on your bed while watching you pace around.

"Yeah."

"That makes no sense."

"Right?!"

"And all you get out of it is a lifetime supply of your favourite drink?"

"Yeah! I mean, those drinks are expensive so..."

"No, [y/n]! Focus!" your friend tells you, holding onto your hands and shaking them.

"Right, right," you mumble.

Your friend suddenly claps their hands and you jump back in fright, swearing at them for scaring you.

"I've got it! Just tell him that you'll only do it if he stops being such a little shit to you."

"So... fake date him to stop our annoying rivalry?" you repeat.

Your friend nods and you step back to properly consider their words. It doesn't sound so bad, especially since your rivalry with Minchan kind of started out of nowhere anyway, and you've always been hoping you never met him so this stupid thing would stop.

You: hey! dumbass!

stinky min: ???

You: let's do it

stinky min: ??

You: the,,, thing

stinky min: well don't be shy now

stinky min: spit it out

You: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

stinky min: you want to date me?

You: fake* !!! FAKE date you yes

stinky min: ok

You: ugh i hate you

stinky min: :D

You: IT'S ONLY ON ONE CONDITION THO

stinky min: and that is?

You: we end this dumbass rivalry and you stop being so annoying

stinky min: sorry babe can't do that

You: okay then bye

stinky min: NO WAIT

stinky min: i was joking..

stinky min: fine..

stinky min: tomorrow for our first class,, you better come sit next to me when i wave to you

"[y/n]!" Minchan yells, waving at you frantically with a big smile on his face.

You sigh and cover your face with your hand as you compose yourself, wondering why you're doing this for a lifetime supply of drinks and for this stupid rivalry to be over. Then, you finally look up and nod in Minchan's direction, approaching his spot in front row. You slide into the seat he saved for you while gritting your teeth and whispering, "why are you sitting in my seat?"

"[y/n], I saved a seat for you in the front row! Since you always like to sit here," Minchan says, obnoxiously loudly.

"I can see that, dumbass," you whisper, still continuing to smile at him while gritting your teeth.

"[y/n], be a bit more natural, would you?" Minchan whispers, stretching an arm around you and pulling you close.

You almost fly off your seat as you hadn't expected him to do this, but stay put despite your heart thumping heavily in your chest. When he leans his head on your shoulder, you have to do everything not to punch him.

"Your heart's beating so fast, my dear," Minchan mumbles.

"Are they dating?" someone whispers in the row behind you.

Murmurs begin to rise and Minchan smirks the whole time, his head still on your shoulder. His hair feels strangely fluffy and soft against your neck.

When the lecture begins, Minchan sits up straight but listens to the whole lecture with his hand around your waist. All of this skinship makes you dizzy and angry, and by the time the lecture is over, you've pulled Minchan aside to have a word with him.

"Minchan, if you're doing to do things like this, then I want out."

"What do you mean, babe?" he says, reaching forwards to push your hair back with his fingertips.

You catch his hand with yours, holding it there.

"This is what I mean," you say, pointing to his hand sitting on your head.

"Well we're dating, aren't we? Isn't it natural to show some skinship?"

"Minchan, firstly this isn't even real. Secondly, skinship isn't a required thing or anything. So just... chill out, okay?"

Minchan leans forward until his lips are right next to your ear.

"Why, is it cause I make your heart rate increase?"

"No!" you yell, pushing him a way.

A couple of students see this and speed walk away, whispering amongst themselves while staring at you.

"Okay, [y/n], calm down. I'll go easy on you, I promise. Have this drink and I'll see you later," he says, holding out your favourite drink.

"When did you even buy this?" you ask, taking it from him.

"Be there at the party tonight, okay?" he tells you while walking away.

What party? you wonder, until you check your phone. Someone has posted in your class about a party happening in Minchan's dorm building.

Sighing, you start to write a text to Minchan asking him why you have to attend a dumb party when you don't like parties anyway, but he messages you first.

stinky min: going to the party will be a great place to show everyone we're dating. and finally stop people talking behind my back... so be there, okay?

stinky min: and about the skinship.. i'm sorry. i'll genuinely stop. but at least you only have to see me a couple times during the day! it's not like we're in the same dorm or anything..

After getting your studying and classes done for the day, you head to Minchan's dorm building, which is already flooded with people.

"How isn't anyone getting in trouble for this?" you mumble, looking at the people scattered across the hallways with drinks in their hands, socializing.

You weave through the people, searching for Minchan.

"Hey! Looking for your... boyfriend?" a familiar voice asks you, taking hold of your arm.

You turn around to see your friend, looking lovely as ever.

"Yeah... seen him anywhere?" you ask.

They point upstairs while saying, "he's in his room, 204, waiting for you."

"Alright, I'll see you around then!"

"Don't have too much fun," your friend says with a wink.

Fun? This is not fun at all, you sigh, trudging upstairs and pushing past people to find room 204.

When you finally find it, you're surprised to see it's the only room with the door closed. You knock and the door knob quickly turns, revealing a very.... annoyingly attractive Minchan, with his hair parted comma style, wearing a white tee and a blue jean jacket.

"[y/n], you came! Come in, the real party's in here," he says, inviting you inside.

You walk in to find his TV showing a game he was playing, and he sits down to continue.

You throw him a confused look, but he just stares back at you.

"What? I know you didn't wanna be there, so let's at least have some fun before we have to go out there," he tells you, patting the spot on the ground next to him.

"Wow, Minchan. This is actually the kindest thing you've done for me," you reply, sitting next to him and taking the controller he's offering you.

After absolutely destroying Minchan in the game he thought he was the best at (what a reality check for him!) the two of you stand up and take a few deep breaths before stepping out into the hallway.

"Hey, you owe me something for beating you," you say before Minchan opens the door.

"Oh, shut up," he says, but with a smile.

As soon as he opens the door, people start to greet him. It isn't surprising, since he is just a bit of a popular guy. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you don't want to admit that.

Many people ask Minchan if he broke up with Jennifer, the stuck-up asshole that he had been telling you people thought he was dating, and Minchan clarifies each time, with a bright grin, that they were never dating, but that it's only ever been him and you.

Everyone seems to find this so cute, but you almost vomit on the spot. Who would've known that Minchan could be so cringey?

Feeling tired after socializing with so many people, the two of you find your own space to stand in one another's company for a second.

"So, how does it feel, Minchan?" you ask him.

"To be dating you?" he asks back, a cheeky grin on his face.

You hiss at him and shake your head.

"No! To be rid of that dumb rumour about you and Jennifer."

"Ah, it feels good! Thanks, [y/n]. Do you want me to go grab your favourite drink for you? The vending machine here has it."

You take a second before agreeing, telling yourself that you deserve it after having role played for so long.

A few moments after Minchan leaves, the somewhat loud music that had been blasting this whole time stops, and someone starts yelling from up the stairs.

"GUYS, THERE'S BEEN A FLOOD AND IT'S SUPER BAD. IT'S SPREADING TO ALL THE HALLWAYS SO WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" he shouts.

Even from down there you can notice water pooling around his feet from where he stands near the stairs, and water trickling down the steps, too.

Some people immediately rush out, but you search around for Minchan for some time, wondering why he's taking so long. Then, the flood starts getting really bad, rushing down the stairs and beginning to approach you.

You start speedwalking towards the door, not even stopping when someone grabs your arm.

"[y/n]! You waited for me?" the person asks.

You turn to find Minchan with his pants soaked up to his knees and holding your favourite drink while panting.

"No. Maybe. Anyways, let's go!" you say, dragging him out with you.

That whole night, no one gets any sleep as the campus' staff decide what to do with all the students who won't have a place to sleep. It's only at 4am that they decide on a solution: to send everyone from Minchan's dorm into your dorm, because yours is the one with the most vacant spots.

And as if by the worst luck on this planet, Minchan just has to be placed right. In your. Room.

He trails in at 4:32am, shyly following you inside and acting very differently from his usual arrogant state.

"So this is where you sleep, huh [y/n]?" he quietly asks, looking at your bed.

"Yeah, of course. This is my dorm, what would you expect? That bed on the other side is vacant, so you can sleep there. If you need anything, just go grab it. But if you can't find it or need help, you can wake me up, it's honestly fine," you explain, grabbing your clothes so you can get changed in the bathroom

Minchan stops you.

"No, [y/n], it's fine! I'll change in the bathroom. You change here and tell me when you're done."

You shrug and nod, accepting his offer.

Once you're both changed, you decide to just sleep, because by now it's 5am and you both have class in a little over 3 hours. But you're unable to sleep with the presence of another person in your usually empty room, and you notice Minchan rustling around in his bed, too.

"Having trouble sleeping?" you whisper, not wanting to wake him in case he's actually asleep.

"Yeah..." Minchan says with a sigh.

"Let me just turn on the light, cause I can't sleep either-"

"No! It's better like this." Minchan says, interrupting you as you begin to leave your bed.

You fall back on it, sitting on the edge.

"Anything... I can do to help you sleep?" you ask him, feeling weird that you're being so nice to someone who was your enemy not too long ago.

"Do you wanna cook something?" Minchan asks you after a long silence.

"Cook? Now?"

"We didn't eat," Minchan points out, making you laugh.

"I guess you're right!" you say, standing up to turn on the light.

With whatever random ingredients you have, Minchan helps direct you in making a meal, carefully teaching you how to cut the vegetables and how to fry things correctly. He always gets real close when he does this, but never touches you since he thinks you wouldn't like that. You notice this and appreciate it.

At one point, Minchan asks you to lean in close to the stove to look at the texture of the food. You lean in and place your head practically next to his.

"See how it's this colour and is a lot softer? That means it's done!"

Minchan turns to you after he says this, and this might sound crazy, but your faces are so close to each other that Minchan's lips literally graze yours when he turns to you.

He immediately jumps back and apologizes, laughing slightly for his stupid mistake while covering his mouth with his hand. You, on the other hand, feel mortified and hold your lips with your fingers, wondering if they haven't fallen off or anything, because for some reason, they feel like they're buzzing.

"Wait, [y/n], why is your hair... turning white?" Minchan asks, pointing to your hair.

You notice a strand of white in Minchan's hair too, and you also point up to it. Reaching out to touch each other's white strands, the two of you seem to realize at the same time.

"Ah... so it's you? You're my soulmate?" Minchan asks, his cheeks clearly tainted red.

"I guess so... Damn, that wasn't even a real kiss but it was enough to turn our hair white!"

The two of you remain speechless for a few moments.

"So I'm really soulmates with my enemy?" you ask, groaning.

"Hey, I guess we have to learn to love each other now," Minchan says, puckering his lips and fake-kissing the air.

You push his face away and run off towards your bed, leaving Minchan chasing you around your room while the two of you laugh loudly. Thankfully you don't get any noise complaints, but running around at 6am leaves the two of you running on an all-nighter for your first class.

As the two of you practically fall asleep on each other for the whole class, everyone giggles at your sleepy states, but most importantly, gawks at the white strands in your hair.

"So they were really meant to be, huh," your friend says, sitting behind you and kicking your shin, forcing you awake so you can pay attention.

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Part Five - Wish You Weren’t Here - Diego Jiménez x Reader - Starz Power fanfic

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

A/N: This part introduces two more characters from the show Ghost and Tommy. Ghost is the main character of the show. Tommy is his best friend and what you need to know about him is that he kills people unapologetically and seems to often find it fun. He’s emotional and impulsive. (Yes, I am also in love with him. Okay? Fine. God.) Sorry if...nothing much happens in this part? I mean I found it compelling to write about the weather. I don’t see the issue? Actually I’m kind of setting up Plot for the next part.

***

It’s not like you expect Diego to send flowers and chocolates and a barbershop quartet... But...you’re disappointed when your Netflix and chill suggestion seems to evaporate from his thoughts over the next few days. He’s obviously very busy. You spend your days flitting around the penthouse while Diego takes non-stop phone calls. It’s clear something big is going down although you only understand one in five words with your high school Spanish. You decide that’s probably for the best. Even if you secretly love listening to Diego’s rumbling voice enunciate the unfamiliar syllables. Maybe he’ll teach you one day…

One day...when he gets his head out of his ass?

By the end of the week you resolve yourself to Diego’s caprice. Either he’ll grow up and make a move or he’ll...continue to taunt you with his sexiness from afar. Ugh. Friday morning is frigid and it’s sleeting as you walk from the subway station to Diego’s apartment building. The freezing rain soaks through your knit hat and scarf, leaving you damp and shivering despite your giant, dowdy winter coat. It’s been pretty mild this year so this is the first time you’ve walked into Diego’s building in your complete winter get-up. The security man does a double take when he sees you walk in, not recognizing the roly-poly, chunky knit, walking L.L. Bean ad. You’re sure the girls that Diego hangs with will continue to go out in miniskirts and strappy sandals all winter long. But you don’t like being cold.

Diego’s leaning on the kitchen counter sipping a cup of steaming coffee when the elevator doors open to reveal you in all your glory: soggy, dripping and miserable. He nearly spits out his coffee as you slump your way over to the closet and begin peeling off your layers of outerwear.

“Shut up,” you grumble miserably. “It’s freezing! And you might have noticed it’s raining--I mean your windows are big enough.”

Your jacket falls off the hanger and lands with a wet plop on the floor of the closet. You leave it there, shutting the closet door and going to join Diego in the kitchen.

“Gimme coffee!” you demand and--feeling bold and edgy--grab the mug out of his hands and take a big sip from his cup. You grimace, “Ugh! This needs milk!”

“Well, it was my coffee, actually. You can have your own…” but you’re already going over to the refrigerator and pouring Diego’s almond milk creamer into the cup, filling it almost to the brim before taking another taste.

“Better,” you sigh and watch him make another cup for himself. “...thanks.”

He looks up and smiles at you and the dimple in his cheek makes you weak in the knees. How can he look so boyishly charming when he’s an actual…

Your hands are slowly thawing, cupped around the ceramic mug but a shiver wracks your body nonetheless. It’s partially in response to the memory of his fingers wrapped around the golden handgun and partially because you’re still pretty damn cold and you’ve only worn a t-shirt under your coat like a moron.

“Come here,” he says, holding out his arms, eyebrow arched expectantly.

Murderer, schmurderer. You set the cup down on the counter and step into his arms. Diego wraps his hands around your bare arms and hisses in sympathy at how cold you are. He rubs his palms vigorously over your frozen skin, warming you with the friction as if he were a boy scout trying to light a fire. Heh--he’s already lit a fire…

You’re boneless, wavering before him as his hands run over your arms until you finally lean forward and let your forehead rest on his chest. You feel his chest rumble against your cheek as he purrs in response to your closeness.

“Should have brought a sweatshirt with me,” you mumble into his shirt.

“Hold on,” he says, pulling away. You curse yourself for speaking and breaking the moment. He goes upstairs and comes back a moment later holding a black cashmere sweater in his hands. “Put this on.”

He hands you the bundle of fabric and you let your fingers roam over the rich fibers. You can think of more amusing ways for him to keep you warm but you’re still touched by the gesture.

“Diego. This is too nice to wear doing housework…”

He rolls his eyes at you and smirks, “Just put it on. You feel like an icicle.”

Of course you’re quietly--stupidly--thrilled. You pull it on over your head and delight in how the sleeves fall over your hands and the bottom hem extends halfway down your thighs. Diego’s eyes glimmer as they drift over your form, secretly pleased to see you dwarfed in his shirt. He clears his throat and turns away abruptly to fiddle with the coffee maker. With his back to you, you bring the collar of the sweater up to your nose to give it a little surreptitious sniff. Mmm...beefy boi scented. You try to squirm your way back into his arms but he’s already distracted, looking down at his phone.

“By the way...I need you to leave early today. I have a lunch meeting,” he says absentmindedly as he scrolls through text messages.

You throw him a withering glance. Leaving early as in doing the same amount of work in half the time?

“Fine, but I’m just doing your sheets and laundry. The rest can wait,” the words themselves sound authoritative, but your tone wavers a little at the end. You’re still unsure in asserting yourself to this man who can intimidate you even if he occasionally dissolves into a needy puddle at your touch.

He looks at you with that enigmatic gaze of his. You try to keep your chin up even as your insides quake. He finally nods wordlessly and turns back to his phone.

***

You’ve just finished putting away the folded linens when Julio walks up to you, “Boss says time to go. I’m driving you home.”

You look up at him and frown in confusion, “You’re driving me home?”

Julio just shakes his head in shared bemusement, “Diego wants me to drive you from now on. I’ll pick you up in the morning and take you home at the end of the day.”

Julio tries to rush you out the door but you stop him at the elevator, “I need to grab my coat, hold on.”

You get your coat from the closet and head back into the living room where Diego is lounging on the couch. He looks up at you with a self-satisfied expression, “Julio told you he’ll be driving you from now on?”

“Yeah?” you answer, “Diego, I don’t--I don’t really know him that well?”

You’re actually thinking about the way Julio’s hand dug into your arm, the way he seemed so ready to deliver you to his boss like a sacrifice when you’d witnessed too much. The memory doesn’t exactly make you feel comfortable spending time with the man.

Diego stands, his height towering over your small frame. He cups his hands around your face and tilts your head back to meet his gaze, “I trust Julio with my life, little girl. And yours. He’ll protect you. Besides...it’s still raining. And soon it will be snowing…”

He leans down quicker than you can process and pecks a chaste kiss to your forehead. What the fuck? My lips are right here, buddy. Before he can pull away you grab his shirt collar and tug him down to smash your lips against his. He responds to the kiss, opening his lips and letting you slip your tongue into his mouth, stroking, lapping, nipping. He growls as he tears himself away.

“You need to leave now,” he pants. “I don’t want my...guests...seeing you here.”

“But...,” you smirk, licking your lips and giving him a knowing look, “I’m just the maid.”

***

Julio is silent on the ride down to the lobby. You fidget, balancing your bag and your still damp jacket on your arm. You catch his eye at one point and try to give him a little smile. He looks like he’s still puzzling out why the hell his boss is spending so much effort on you.

Cool. Start to a beautiful friendship and all that.

When you step off the elevator into the lobby Julio turns to you and finally speaks, “Wait here, I’ll get the car.”

“Sure!” you answer in your chipper, we-can-be-friends voice. If Julio is Diego’s right hand man, or whatever, then you want to be at least friendly, if not full-fledged friends.

You watch him walk away and you notice two men approaching the private elevator. You shuffle out of their way but not before one of them catches you with a penetrating gaze. He’s a white guy, blond buzz cut, tall--hulking really would the correct terminology--with definite crazy eyes. He stares at you like he’s trying to see into your soul. You stare back not because you’re trying to seem unaffected but because you just can’t look away. You watch his eyes widen as they flick downward. You glance down at yourself, realizing that you’re still wearing Diego’s over-sized, expensive sweater. When you look back up the man is still watching you, this time with a malicious looking grin on his lips.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says with false sincerity, grasping your elbow in his large hand and giving the slightest squeeze as if to hint at the strength withheld. He doesn’t let go right away. Not until his partner, an elegant, handsome black man, finally addresses him.

“Tommy,” there’s a hint of warning and exasperation in the man’s voice.

The man--Tommy--finally lets you go. You watch them both step onto the elevator, unease shivering down your spine. Even as you walk across the lobby and go outside to meet Julio...you still feel Tommy’s gaze crawling over your skin.

Tommy...

Ghost...

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foradecision · 3 years

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i. “ the devil whispered in my ear, ‘ you’re not strong enough to withstand the storm. ’ today i whispered in the devil’s ear, ‘ i am the storm. ’ ”

OLD TOWN, DAY 33 ; 13:24:56.

the apartment is picked mostly clean, the fruits of his labor yielding little more than some scrap electronics and an open box of band - aids. other things, things for trade: coffee, cosmetics, a couple of undamaged children’s books, things he doesn’t have use for but someone else will. there’s an eviscerated corpse slumped on the kitchen floor against the cabinets, at the end of a trail of blood. tenant, maybe — or maybe just some unlucky bastard who tried to find shelter and found their own grave instead. insects buzz and swarm, and the smell of decomp is strong. there’s not much left. crane covers the body with a bedsheet before he moves to check the bathroom.

water leaks from underneath the locked door. once he gets it open, he sees why.

she was young. early twenties, if that. she’s half curled with bent knees in the overflowing tub, eyes open, skin bloodless and cold. drug paraphernalia litters the filthy tiled floor. accidental overdose or suicide; he’d put money on the latter, only because she’s not the first he’s seen.

there was a riverside shack in the slums, a mile or so behind the tower, where someone had tasted his handgun. left a note and a milk crate of canned food on his porch, telling whoever found it to take what they needed. there were those people on the rooftop of an apartment complex, the ones who’d gotten stranded and decided to cash out on their own terms. some of them died holding hands, family photos clutched close.

a woman on a hotel bed surrounded by pill bottles. a man who’d hung himself in the basement of a restaurant.

it doesn’t get easier. no matter how many, it doesn’t get easier.

“i’m sorry nobody came for you,” crane murmurs, and gently closes the girl’s eyes. “... hope you found someplace better than this shithole.”

he takes a moment, a five - count, then secures his findings, doubles back, and steps outside onto the terrace.

a wooden latticework awning provides slatted shade from the afternoon sunlight. it dapples across skin slick with sweat and dust and dirt. blood, but not his. back - spatter, arterial spray. it’s everywhere but his face; missed his eyes and mouth, hit the visor of a scavenged police helmet he’d pulled off an infected near the quarantine wall.

the slums are bad, but old town is a fucking war zone. virals run rampant through the streets and over the rooftops, acid - spitting toads linger near the waterfront and drainage culverts; massive demolishers pave paths of destruction wherever they can, hurling debris from empty lots, crushing anything that comes close, infected and human alike. rais’ thugs circle every drop point like vultures, armed to the teeth, and more than one desperate survivor has tried to jump crane for his supplies.

the worst are the screamers. the infected children. they were occupying one of the residential neighborhoods here in jarring numbers before he’d worked his way through and taken them out, quiet and reverent.

he dreams about them, sometimes. hears their anguished sobs and terrified wails in his sleep, waking drenched in flop sweat with his ears ringing and his heart in his throat. goddamn kids. one of the guys in his company used to rib him about that. fuckin’ soft touch, crane. that shit’ll get you killed.

the narrow street below is clear, just a handful of shuffling biters that are easily dispersed. he’s bent over the open trunk of a car, ferreting through an old duffel bag, when he hears it.

a cry. a child’s cry.

immediately, he’s standing straight. immediately he’s moving, trying to source the sound, gripping his machete tight. he’s thinking god, don’t let it be another one, until there are words instead of just noise and his pulse jumps hard.

somewhere close by, a child is calling out for their father. calling for help.

shouting is dangerous, lethal, especially here, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. he moves down the street, looking into darkened storefronts, dumpsters, the backs of vans. he thinks he’s close, can’t be sure; cuts down an infected that ambles toward him from beside a busted atm and four more that follow, and calls back, “hey, i hear you! i hear you, i’m on my way, just — can you tell me where you are? kid — ?”

there’s no verbal answer: only a scream, too much like too many he’s had to hear, but that’s plenty. crane breaks into a run and vaults through the smashed front window of a pizza place where a dozen biters are swarming the counter. stumbling, trying to climb over each other to get to whatever’s on the other side. he snaps the first one’s neck before the others notice him but makes swift work of the rest, too. barely stopping for breath, he steps over the bodies, searching, searching —

“it’s safe, you can come out.”

the response is muffled, like it’s blocked by something. “where’s my dad?”

“i — i don’t know, but i can help you look for him, alright? i’m not gonna hurt you. they’re gone now, it’s okay. come on out.”

scuffling, then a thud, and then a pair of big doe eyes are peering at him from next to the cash register. “are you one of the bad guys?”

“what? no — no, i’m not, i promise. my name’s kyle. you wanna tell me your name?”

“eren. the monsters —”

“the monsters are gone, eren. did they get you?”

more scuffling, and the boy finally emerges, wiping his nose with his sleeve. he looks five, maybe six, small and dark - haired, dirty but at a glance unharmed. he shakes his head. “i hid in the cubby. my dad went to find food.”

crane stays where he is, wary of making any sudden moves. “and he left you here, all by yourself?”

“the window wasn’t broken before.”

“how long’s he been gone?”

“since the bells.”

“the bells — ?” it takes him a second, because it’s a sound unique to old town and he spends most of his time in the slums; then he understands. “oh, you — you mean the church bells? he’s been gone since this morning?”

eren nods and wipes his nose again. crane opens his mouth to speak when the boy brightens suddenly, as suddenly as the sound of boots crunching glass from just behind him.

“dad!”

he turns, and he’s staring down the business end of an automatic rifle.

“show me your hands!”

“ah, jesus — don’t — don’t shoot, i’m not here to hurt anyone, look —” slowly, carefully, crane raises his left hand with the palm facing outward and starts lowering himself into a crouch to set his machete down on the floor. his right hand follows his left and he eases back upright, all without once looking away from the man’s face. a man dressed in tactical gear, whose grip on the gun is steady. skilled. he has a couple weeks of beard growth that makes his age harder to determine. “my name’s kyle crane, i’m one of brecken’s guys. from the tower. your son was callin’ for help, i just came to make sure he was okay.”

as he speaks, eren scampers past and tucks in close to his father. “dad, he killed the monsters. look!”

“he sure did, didn’t he.” the man levels crane with a piercing, long - calculating stare, and finally lowers the gun. “you’re not one of them?”

“no. god, no. i just wanted to help.”

a nod. he lays a gloved hand on his son’s head. “then i owe you a lot more gratitude. i swear this place was secure when i left, but — those things ...”

“yeah,” crane says, blowing out a low breath. “i know, believe me. i’m glad i got here when i did.”

“so am i.” a beat. “thank you.”

“what the hell are you doin’ out here? you know they turned the university into a safe house, right?”

the man nods again. “we came from there. somebody passing through said there was a ferry, in the slums. that’s where we were headed.”

“i’m — sorry to be the one to tell you this, but — the ferry dock’s gone. there are no more boats. none of us are gettin’ out of here unless one of the higher - ups orders an evac by air, and in case you haven’t noticed, that doesn’t seem like their top priority.”

“then it’s only a matter of time before the GRE decontaminates this entire zone. infamy bridge is already compromised.”

crane blinks. the back and forth is familiar, the terminology well practiced. “uh — yeah. yeah, it’s startin’ to look that way. but — listen, you need to get to the tower. get to brecken’s people, tell him crane sent you. they’ll take care of you and your son. there’s plenty of food, supplies, there’s even a doctor on site. you’ll be safe there.”

“and what about antizin?”

“what? a—are you — were you bitten?”

they share a look, and everything this man isn’t saying is written in every line of his face. eren twists from under his hand to peer up at him. “dad ... ?”

“no,” the man says, but it’s for his son’s benefit, not crane’s. crane already knows it’s a lie. “don’t you worry, kiddo. i’m just fine. here,” he kneels down and sets his rifle aside, swinging a bag from his shoulder and opening it up to hand eren a bottle of water, a packet of halva, and a stuffed teddy bear. “look what i found. why don’t you go think of what to name him while you eat your food, okay? let me talk to the monster slayer for a minute.”

“cool!” eren grabs his prizes and trots off to one of the booths near the counter, the one furthest from any dropped bodies.

once he’s safely out of earshot, the man stands up and turns to crane again. “on the leg. happened after i left this morning. my eye was to the scope, i didn’t even see it coming.”

there’s that familiarity again, but it’s overshadowed by an ache below his sternum. crane swallows, adam’s apple riding the motion, pulling off his helmet to run a hand through sweat - soaked hair. “— i got caught in a clusterfuck, about a month ago. bite on the arm. antizin isn’t easy to come by, but brecken’s people have it. i’ll make sure there’s enough, you’ve got my word.”

keen eyes, still clear of any visible signs of infection, give crane a deeply searching look for a full thirty seconds. he seems like he wants to say more, but settles instead for offering a hand. crane shakes it firmly without hesitation. “ali. you’ve given me a lot to consider.”

“just as long as you consider it, and do it fast. ‘n hey — one more thing.” crane’s hand drops and he pulls out the three children’s books he’d found, bringing them to eren. “hi, buddy. you think of a name yet?”

“no, i — hey! where’d you get those?”

“what, these?” he holds them up one at a time, pretending to act casual, then sets them each down on the table. “well, i found ‘em, but — to tell you the truth, they’re way too advanced for me. you look like you’re pretty smart — think you can find some use for ‘em?”

“yeah!” eren grabs for all three, sweeps them into his tiny arms and grins up at crane. “i can read bedtime stories to my bear now, so she won’t have bad dreams.”

“see? i knew you were smart.”

from behind crane, ali prompts gently, “what do you say to mr. crane?”

“thank you!”

“my pleasure, buddy. be careful out here, okay? take good care of your dad for me. he’s gonna take you someplace safe, with lots more kids to play with. sound good?”

eren nods emphatically. barely a moment later, he has the teddy bear propped in his lap and one of the books laid open, turning pages, talking softly in the stuffed toy’s ear.

crane watches for a minute. his features soften, but the whisper of a smile that curves his mouth is bittersweet. he’s already made the mental note to radio ahead — to tell the tower’s guards to be on the lookout for these two — and to check back in here before he returns to the slums himself. they aren’t the first he’s redirected. some people make it. some don’t.

on his backpedal from the booth, he pauses to pick up his machete and slip it into its holster, helmet under one arm.

“if you leave within the hour, you should get there before sunset,” he tells ali. “northeast sewers are the quickest — two klicks, pretty much a straight shot from there.”

“i know where it is. thank you, again.”

“hey, you can thank me once you’re both safe.”

another nod. crane returns it, then starts toward the broken window. he’s almost there, almost stepping through to the street outside, when ali’s next words stop him in his tracks and make some of his breath woof out of him like a suckerpunch.

“semper fi, marine.”

#battle journals.*#hc.*#big oof! this got obnoxiously longkfndjng #but anyway. i love him. i didn't ASK #pt 2 comin soon(tm)

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Flutterings & Tequila - Part 10

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: you’ve decided to go clubbing with your best friend the last summer before college starts to take your mind off of the Mikaelsons who have invaded your life this summer. Specifically, you’re trying to distract yourself from Niklaus Mikaelson and the flutterings he has caused you. Tequila is your friend tonight.

Part Summary: the next morning. You know how Klaus deals with his feelings really well :) This is going to be interesting.

Warnings: typical stuff you’d see in the show

Word count: 2,222

Tags: elle88531, violentmommabear42 (let me know if you want to be tagged or I missed you out on the tag list!)

Authors note: does anyone else ever want to shake Klaus and tell Kol to shut up or is that just me? I’m kind of really excited for what I’ve got planned for the rest of this and I’m kind of even more excited to share it with everyone. What do you think of this part? Are you guys excited, too?

As the smell of coffee and sausage drifted into your nose, you turned over in bed and took a deep breath. Your eyes were still closed as the smile came over your face. They were still closed as you remembered the events of the last twenty-four hours.

Gingerly, you sat up in bed.

There was definitely breakfast cooking downstairs. You could hear soft voices and plates being moved about. Quietly, you got out of bed and pulled out a simple summer dress from your wardrobe. You shuffled into the bathroom, feeling your muscles tensing up.

It was probably a result of the torture. Though Elijah had been right and that shower had made you feel so much better, emotionally and physically, your body still ached from the strung up position it had been forced to hold.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you crept downstairs. Stopping half-way, you listened to see if you could hear Elijah. The Original’s voice came a few seconds later, calmly informing someone that they ought to be more careful or they’d burn the sausage. You wondered if it was Josie that he was speaking with and if she knew what had happened last night.

“You may join us if you’d like. It is, after all, your house,” Elijah said, his voice a little louder for you to hear.

Caught, you walked the rest of the way downstairs and into the kitchen. You were surprised to find all four of the Mikaelson siblings in your kitchen. Even Kol.

“Morning,” Kol said as he lifted his mug up towards you before taking a generous mouthful of what smelled like strong black coffee.

Rebekah was mixing in some milk to her coffee, but she lifted her gaze for a moment to acknowledge your presence. Beside her Elijah had a bowl of eggs he was whipping for what looked like a mountain of scrambled eggs to add to the generous pile in the bowl on the counter. Klaus had his back to you, cooking the little sausage links with care.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

“Heard you had an interesting day yesterday,” Kol said.

You nodded. “You could say that.”

“This is what happens when you go on a date with my brother,” he said.

The smile in his eyes and the cheeky twist to his lips told you that he was trying to get a rise out of his brother. You glanced to Klaus and then Elijah. Klaus didn’t seem to acknowledge his brother’s words but Elijah rolled his eyes.

“Kol,” he warned.

“I know I don’t get out much but I didn’t know kidnapping, torture, and hostage exchange was a part of dating,” you answered Kol, who gave you an approving smug smile in return for your quip.

“So you admit that you’re dating my brother then?”

“Kol,” Elijah warned him again, this time with a firmer voice.

Rebekah was watching the whole exchange with interest. At Elijah’s end to the conversation, she slid into a seat by Kol and pulled a plate towards herself. Kol was already piling his plate high with scrambled eggs. There seemed to be two sausage links left from a previous batch and Rebekah took them before Kol could get to them.

Elijah placed a plate with freshly scrambled eggs in front of an open seat at the kitchen island. You slid into the seat as he put a mug of coffee down as well.

“Thanks,” you said and picked the coffee up first.

Klaus turned finally and without looking at you, slid three sausage links onto your plate. They were still sizzling.

“Thanks,” you said, glancing up at him. He didn’t meet your gaze or acknowledge your words. You looked up at Elijah in concern. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked.

“No,” Kol answered before Elijah could.

“Nik doesn’t deal with his emotions very well and he’s just angry at himself for you getting kidnapped under his very nose,” Rebekah finished for her brother.

You glanced at Klaus, who had his back to you once more. You could see his shoulders were rigid this time. You looked back down at your plate and picked up your fork. If you knew him better, you might say his siblings were close to pushing him too far. Other than his tense shoulders, however, Klaus seemed perfectly calm.

Chewing on your eggs, you sliced into your sizzling sausage. It split and spit at you, the burning hot liquid scalding your hand. You dropped your fork as you gasped in surprised pain. You sucked on the burn and sighed in annoyance.

“So was that better or worse than your day of torture yesterday?” Kol asked.

“Enough,” Klaus yelled, throwing the pan with the sausages down on the stove top before he spun around to glare angrily at his brother.

“I was hoping to discuss the events of yesterday in a calm and civilized manner over breakfast, but if you keep provoking our brother, I won’t bother trying to stop him from any uncivilized activities,” Elijah told Kol, his voice suggestive of very uncivilized and decidedly not calm things that Klaus might do if pushed any further right now.

Rebekah didn’t seem too concerned at any of this. She stabbed a sausage and popped it in her mouth.

“I don’t really remember much, honestly,” you said. The Mikaelsons looked at you. You kept your eyes on your breakfast. “One minute I was standing outside waiting for Klaus to get our ice-creams, the next someone had hit me over the head and everything went dark. I woke up in a basement, my arms tied above me with a bag over my head.” You played with your eggs a bit as you continued. “Jess didn’t believe that I wasn’t on vervain so he bled me.” You assumed they could figure out how. “Then he told me about how Klaus had stolen something from him –“

“I didn’t steal anything from him!” Klaus interrupted angrily. “It was never his to begin with.”

“ – and he said he was going to trade me for the item. I didn’t expect it to be Elijah who called. I didn’t expect a call at all,” you said honestly. Your eggs had grown cold. “Jess left to do something and his brother was put in charge in making me presentable.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” Rebekah asked with a frown.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“They hosed me down to get the blood off and gave me new clothes.”

Nobody asked how they got your old clothes off. From the obvious way you were avoiding their gaze, you figured they could put it together. You did risk a glance up to Elijah when you recalled how he had ripped Cooper’s heart out when he’d found out what he’d done and planned to do. Elijah’s jaw was tight with the memory.

“Those little shits,” Rebekah said. She stood from the table. “I do hope we’re going to kill them, yes?”

“One of them is already taken care of,” Elijah announced.

“You let one get away, brother? Not losing your touch are you?” Kol asked, a wicked grin on his face.

“He ran like the coward he is and I saw no reason to chase,” Elijah explained in a bored tone.

“He left his brother to die?” Rebekah asked with a frown, clearly unable to fathom doing something like that.

Elijah nodded.

“What’s in the box?” you asked, interrupting their side conversation.

Everyone in the room tensed at that. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it little witch,” Kol said.

“I almost died because of it. I want to know,” you insisted.

“Believe me it's better if you don’t,” Rebekah assured you.

There was an itching feeling in your mind. You suddenly recalled Jess’s compulsion. You wanted to find out what was in the box and what the Mikaelsons wanted with it so you could tell him. That damn compulsion. Worse yet, you couldn’t tell the Mikaelsons or you might take the knife by your plate and slice your throat open with it.

Great.

“Did Jess say anything else?” Elijah asked.

You shook your head. Until you could figure out a way out of this compulsion, you weren’t risking saying anything.

“He won’t be finished with you. If he’s gotten to you once, we have no reason that he can’t get to you again. One of us will have to remain here at the house to protect you,” Elijah stated.

You didn’t get the feeling this was negotiable.

“I’ll do it,” Klaus volunteered.

His siblings didn’t seem to think it was a good idea but they also didn’t seem to think voicing that opinion was a good one either. They kept their mouths shut but shared a look with each other that said it all.

“It’s my fault she’s involved in this at all, so I’ll protect her,” Klaus said, resolute in his decision.

“We’ll take turns,” Elijah said.

“No,” Klaus responded firmly. “I’ll protect her.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Rebekah said. “Besides, she’s a witch, isn’t she? Aren’t you?” she looked to you and you nodded. “She’s capable of protecting herself.”

“Is that why she spent all day tortured by my enemies?” Klaus asked, his voice raised and his eyes flashing in anger.

Rebekah went quiet.

“We’ll go deal with Jess then,” Kol sighed, getting up.

“No,” Klaus said, glaring at his brother. “I’ll be the one to kill him,” he vowed.

“So what do you want us to do?” Rebekah asked, crossing her arms.

“What we came here for. Find answers.”

“What answers are you looking for?” you asked.

Nobody said anything.

“Let me guess, better if I didn’t know?” you asked.

Four heads nodded at you.

“Go. I’ll stay here,” Klaus told his siblings.

They hesitated for a second but the look on Klaus’s face was enough to tell them this wasn’t a fight worth having. One by one, they left the kitchen and the house. You heard the front door shut with the last of them.

It was just you and Klaus now.

You got up and started clearing the plates into the trash. Klaus didn’t move from where he had been standing by the stove all morning. You placed everything into the dishwasher in silence.

What should you do? What should you say?

The phone rang.

Thankful for the distraction, you rushed to the other room to answer it. It was your best friend.

“Y/N?!” she yelled down the phone. You had to hold the phone away from your ear. “Oh my god, what the hell happened? I’ve been calling you for two days!”

“My phone broke,” you lied. You weren’t sure if she’d buy it. You waited for her next words to see if you’d get away with the lie. You were never very good at lying to her.

“Oh, did it break during the date?” she asked.

You honestly had almost forgotten about that. Considering everything that happened after, the last thing you thought you’d be talking about was whatever that was you had with Klaus. You had decided to think of it as a date at the end of it, but that was before you were kidnapped.

“Yeah, I dropped it and it completely cracked,” you lied again.

“Did you drop because you kissed and it was so amazing that you forgot you had your phone in your hand?” she asked all in one breath.

You were highly aware of Klaus in the other room and his heightened hearing. You really didn’t want to do this right now. With him here or not.

“Listen, I kind of can’t talk right now,” you said.

“Oh my god is he there?” an excited squeal came.

Your eyes closed. Could this get any worse?

“I can’t believe you let him sleep over. I mean I know he’s living in your guest house but sleeping in your house! You’ve never – I mean this is the first time – this is huge! I can’t believe you made me wait this long to –“

“I didn’t-“ you almost squeaked into the phone, cutting her off before cutting yourself off. You took a deep breath. “Nothing happened.” You really wanted this conversation to end. Right now. “I really have to go.”

“But I need details!”

“Nothing happened,” you said adamantly.

“That’s impossible; you can practically see the sparks between you too. I could feel the sexual tension in the air from the bathroom! You –“

“I’m hanging up,” you told her.

“ – definitely have a connection super scary vampire or not. Something happened on that date and you’re not telling me!” she accused you, ignoring your threat.

“Nothing happened,” you insisted.

“Not even a tiny kiss?” she teased.

“No,” you said. You were being honest.

“What the hell did you do to the guy?” she huffed in response.

You prickled at the suggestion that it was your fault but this had gone on long enough. You needed to hang up before this got any worse. God forbid she mention the flutterings or even worse – the “L” word.

“Bye,” you said before putting the phone down.

You sighed. Klaus definitely heard every word of that. How were you going to face him? It was bad enough already with how breakfast went. Now, this.

#the originals #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #flutterings & tequlia #niklaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson x reader #part 10

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cupofkoushi · 6 years

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Small Beginnings

OiSuga Weekend: April 27 forest / supernatural / coffee shop au

Rated: T Minor violence Word Count: 2,410

Suga sort of works at Daichi’s coffee shop and has a favorite customer with a confident smile and a playful attitude.

Suga wasn’t sure how or why he claimed the local coffee shop as his second home, although he had a faint idea of blaming Daichi for opening it up in the first place. It was new, small, and Suga loved seeing his best friend pour endless hours of energy into something he really loved, even if Suga wasn’t much of a coffee drinker.

Suga diligently stopped by every single morning to greet Daichi for the day, supported his business by buying a large decaffeinated coffee, and huddled up in the corner table next to the big window where he would spend his hours doing homework or reading a book. It easily became routine for Suga, and before he knew it, Suga was positive that he was spending way too much money on coffee than he would have liked.

Yet, he still came anyway. Supporting his best friend was a priority, even if it cost him a good chunk of his paycheck.

The coffee shop easily began gaining popularity, therefore earning more customers. Suga became really familiar with the early morning crowd, sometimes helping Daichi out if he was short-handed or taking up his usual spot in the corner and chatting with some of the regulars who would recognize him.

Suga met a lot of different people, a fiery young orange-headed boy who consisted of odd sound effects and sparkly glances, a tall man with rooster-like hair and lazy eyes who always seemed to try to say the right thing to slightly irritate the barista, and even a set of twins who had different colored hair and even more different personalities. But Suga’s favorite was the tall university student who had gorgeous hair, confident brown eyes behind trendy glasses, and a name that Suga loved to write on his cup every single time. Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa was the most memorable to him by far, although, Suga would never admit it. Oikawa was sarcasm, humor, good looks, and sass all rolled into one and Suga always looked forward to his presence every single morning. Suga often found himself making Oikawa’s coffee more often than not because Oikawa often complained that Daichi couldn’t do it right— much to Daichi’s annoyance.

Suga had an inkling that it was just because it was Daichi, but he didn’t want to be too cocky.

So as eight o’clock rolled around, Suga shuffled behind the counter and prepared Oikawa’s coffee the way he liked it, the lightest roast on the menu mixed with more milk than sugar, and topped with one swoop of whipped cream. It honestly took Suga more than enough times to get it to Oikawa’s standards, but when Oikawa stopped scrunching his nose up and began smiling at it instead as the days passed, Suga knew he was on his way to mastering it.

“Good morning, Suga-chan!”

Suga perked up at the smooth voice and turned around, the drink already prepared in his hands. He grabbed a sharpie and wrote, “Oikawa Tooru” followed by a few stars before handing it over, the familiar customer smiling up at him as he took it.

“Good morning.”

Oikawa took a sip and quirked an eyebrow at Daichi who had been peering out from behind the coffee machine, curious eyes on the both of them, even continuing as he took Oikawa’s payment. Suga waved him off when Oikawa had looked back at Suga for some kind of an answer as to why the coffee shop owner had such an expectant gaze.

“Class today?” Suga asked, ignoring the slightly awkward moment as Oikawa leaned his hip on the counter, taking another dutiful sip.

“Yeah, I have Calculus 2 today. The professor is brutal.”

“I heard that it gets harder after Calculus 1A.”

Oikawa hummed in thought, the lid of his cup pressing against his bottom lip, although he wasn’t taking a drink. Suga unabashedly stared.

“Yeah, I think Calculus 2 is pretty hard, but it should be my last math class thankfully. I’ll be done with my math requirements after this one.”

The two chatted while Suga cleaned up after the small mess he made from making his favorite customer’s drink, and they continued to talk even as Suga served a few other customers who had walked in for their coffee. By the time Oikawa had prompted his exit, Suga was already grinning like a child at the snarky company.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Suga-chan! Unfortunately, I have Biochem in the mornings and it’s calling my name.”

Oikawa’s cup was empty and Suga was already pressing a second one into his palms, providing a wink at Oikawa’s quirked eyebrow. If Suga thought the drink was warm, it was even more surprising feeling how warm Oikawa’s fingertips were as Suga brushed against them.

“I look forward to it.” And Suga was grinning.

Oikawa looked taken back for a moment but returned the wide smile not too long after. Suga caught the slight blush on the tips of his ears and waved goodbye as the bell above the front door rung on Oikawa’s way out.

Daichi didn’t miss a beat.

“Favorite customer, hm?”

Suga looked over his shoulder, Daichi wringing his hands in his slightly dirty apron, eyes narrowing. “I guess you could say that.”

Daichi laughed and patted Suga’s shoulder, smirking as Suga slightly squirmed underneath his hold. Suga waved off his best friend, already expecting Daichi’s slightly teasing tone.

“Well, I hope he’s grateful for that free drink since it’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Suga ignores the fake bite Daichi has, knowing well that Daichi doesn’t even pay him for his labor at the coffee shop.

The next morning is surprisingly hectic. Suga is stuck behind the counter for the entire duration of it for once, Asahi, the other barista, on his left, the freckled barista named Yamaguchi on his right, and Daichi dutifully at the register. It’s hectic and the line is out the door, Suga’s eyes warily watching the line form through the shop’s large windows.

Suga wanted to kill Daichi for offering a happy hour sort of deal at the beginning of the day. Daichi would definitely have to rethink this one, and judging his expression, Daichi had already begun doing just that.

Suga glanced at the clock and grimaced. It had been half an hour straight of back to back customers and the line was growing more impatient with each passing minute. There were only three of them making drinks behind the counter, Asahi and Suga focusing on drinks while Yamaguchi focused on spills, cleaning, and prepping. It was a system that normally worked, but on days like this, Suga felt like screaming at Daichi to hire some more damned people.

“Excuse me?”

Suga was handing off a customer’s drink when a middle-aged man approached the side of the counter, eyes narrowed and a frustrated expression all over his face. Suga didn’t have time for this.

“I didn’t order this.”

Suga took the cup and checked the name written on the side. “What did you order, sir?”

“I ordered a large dark roast with a quarter soy milk, a quarter half-and-half, with two shots of espresso—” By the time the customer had finished listing his ingredients, Suga was pretty sure that whatever patience he had was running thin.

“Sir, that is what this drink is.” Suga searched the messy countertops and pulled out the order slip from the front register with the customer’s name on it and read it over one more time. “If it doesn’t taste right, I can remake it for you, but you’ll have to give me a minute, the line is pretty long—”

“A minute? I’m not the one who messed it up!”

“Your drink will be next in the queue, I just need to finish with the customer I’m currently serving and I’ll do yours right after—”

“I demand to see your manager! This is outrageous!”

Suga fought the urge to roll his eyes directly, choosing to swallow his pride instead. “I am the manager.”

While that was honestly a lie, Suga was more than happy to announce it. Daichi would back him up. If Suga claimed he was the manager, he had complete faith that his best friend would be right there to agree with him, even if he himself was the shop owner.

“You’re doing a terrible job at running this coffee shop! How hard is it to get a fucking drink right?”

Suga’s cheeks flared up with not only embarrassment but just rage. He had offered to remake the drink and had simply asked him for a minute due to the large influx of customers, and the man was talking down on him for it. Suga didn’t even work here.

Suga slammed the full coffee cup down, the liquid jumping out of the cup and all over the counter and the floor. He leaned forward over the counter, the coffee staining his apron in the process, and right as he opened his mouth to say something back, a familiar voice called from beside them.

“There’s no need to be an ass,” Oikawa stated calmly and cooly, almost as if he weren’t talking to an enraged adult. “What, you think because he makes you coffee that you can treat him like trash?”

The man whizzed around, puffing his chest out slightly. “And who the hell are you? I don’t think this conversation even includes you.”

Oikawa crossed his arms and Suga felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was able to fight his own battles but he knew that slamming the coffee cup down in response was already taking his reaction too far. The words that wanted to spill from his mouth would definitely give Daichi’s shop a bad reputation.

And here Oikawa was, stepping in knowing full well that Suga couldn’t say anything back.

“I’m just saying that if you think that you’re high and mighty talking down on an employee at the establishment you’re paying to be at instead of realizing that you’re turning yourself into a huge joke, go ahead. But I guess that really is none of my business.”

The three of them looked around the coffee shop and saw that there were plenty of people whose attention had adverted to their squabble. Even Yamaguchi and Asahi behind the counter were eyeing them warily. Daichi was still up front taking orders, likely unknowing to the situation at hand.

Suga jumped when a glob of spit landed on the counter in front of him, some of it landing on his cheek, the customer shoving Oikawa promptly after. “This guy serves coffee for a living, you can’t possibly tell me that I’m supposed to—”

Suga jumped over the counter the moment Oikawa’s fist collided with the man’s nose, his hands wrapping around Oikawa’s torso and pulling him off, the customer groaning on the hard tile below them. It had all happened so fast and Suga was surprised he was able to react that quickly. He was honestly more surprised that Oikawa had reacted that quickly. He was breathing harder than Oikawa was, Suga’s fingertips feeling the steady and slow rise and fall of Oikawa’s chest.

Daichi was there in what seemed like seconds, barking at Asahi to get Oikawa and the man on the floor out of his coffee shop but Suga pulled Oikawa closer against him, almost protectively. He wasn’t sure why he did— Oikawa clearly was capable of handling himself.

“No! It was him!” Suga pointed at the ground, the man slowly pulling himself up to his feet. “He was beginning to harass me! Oikawa stepped in when the guy spit on me”

Asahi helped Daichi escort the man out, the angry customer yelling about how he was going to get Oikawa back for what he did but Oikawa didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he followed the commotion outside.

Suga finally let go of Oikawa, jumping back at the sudden realization that he had still been holding on. The crowd inside was talking wildly, the voices getting louder and louder as they glanced between the front door where Daichi and Asahi were walking back in and between Suga and Oikawa.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Suga looked at Oikawa, his eyes wide. “Yeah, I am. T-Thanks for doing that. I mean— I was going to say something—”

“I know, I saw. I just figured it was better if I did it before you did.”

Suga’s smile was small, shy. He was wringing his fingers awkwardly. He felt like there was something that should be said, like he should say something about how Oikawa still didn’t need to do what he did or that Suga was strong enough to handle himself too, but the words died out on his tongue.

So Suga returned behind the counter, asking Oikawa how much time he had before class started. Oikawa seemed surprised but promised that he could make time.

When the crowd died down and everyone could finally take a breather, Suga made two final drinks, waved to Yamaguchi and Asahi, ignored Daichi’s quiet whistling, and escorted Oikawa to his favorite seat in the corner, sliding a warm cup of coffee across the table.

Oikawa took it and looked at his name surrounded by hand-drawn planets and stars. “These are always so cute.”

“Turn it over.”

Oikawa spun the cup around and grinned at the phone number written in thick black ink, albeit a little shaky from when Suga almost chickened out.

“I mean, thanks for the free coffee, Suga-chan. Quite the way to butter me up. I’d give your presentation an eight out of ten, though.”

Suga laughed, the joy spreading across every inch of his body as he watched Oikawa pull out his phone and input the barista’s phone number in his contacts, Oikawa’s cheeks with a slightly rosy tint to match Suga’s own.

Oikawa took a sip of his coffee, eyeing Suga thoughtfully. “You know, I can’t go anywhere else to get my coffee. No one adds the right ratio of milk to sugar yet somehow, only you can.”

“It’s a good thing you come in here every single morning then, hm?”

Oikawa swished his drink around in his cup, almost as if he were contemplating a witty comeback or something sarcastic. But he looked Suga in the eye slowly, a confident grin on his face as he peered from behind his glasses.

“I suppose it is.”

#oisuga weekend #haikyuu!!#oisuga #fic #astrid writes #i'd like to dedicate this to liza and rae #because #fuck everyone who thinks coffeeshop AUs are boring #things can be simple and fun #let coffee shop aus be enjoyable #also this is unedited #it's almost midnight and im running on no sleep #sorry #ahhhh #i also suck at titles #who wouldve thought

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tommyquackson · 7 years

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Forbidden |Harrison Osterfield|

My eyes fluttered open at the feeling of the warm sun resting on my face. I look around my white themed room squinting. It’s time like these I wish I had blackout curtains or that I went with a darker color for my room. I stretch my arms, causing my sheets to move around me.

I roll over and get out of bed. I shuffle over to my connected bathroom and use the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see my hair is an absolute mess. oh well. I brush my teeth quickly and wash my face. I walk back into my room and throw on a large t-shirt that most likely belonged to my older brother.

I have 4 brothers and I'm the only girl. My youngest brother is 12-year-old Patrick but we call him Paddy or Pads. Then there’s the twins, Harry and Sam (absolute trouble those 2 are), they’re 18. Next, there’s me, 19-year-old Y/N. Lastly is 21-year- old Tom.

I grab my phone and walk downstairs. I see Harry and Sam on the couch fighting over the TV clicker.

“Hello, evil twins. Where’s Pads?” I say snatching the clicker and putting on Cartoon Network.

“He’s in the kitchen with Tom and Harrison,” Harry says now interested in the Teen Titans.

Harrison is Toms best-friend. They’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. I always got to be included in their games whenever they needed a princess to save or just an extra player, so I got to be close with them. It was only natural me and Haz caught feelings for each other. It started in junior high when I cried because a boy had stood me up on a date as a joke. Harrison comforted me on the couch while I cried. He admitted that he liked me, and we just kind of took it really slow.

We started officially dating about a year ago but nobody knew. Tom would be fairly upset if he found out his baby sister and his best-friend were together. He always told us about how wrong it is and that he would kill Harrison if he ever looked at me.

“Sounds like a disaster,” I say more to myself. My parents left for some “couple get away” and left us children by ourselves. Tom was in charge and so he had to stay with us at home instead of at his and Harrison’s apartment and that was just a bad decision on my parents part because Tom is a complete idiot. Don’t get me wrong I love him, but when he and Harrison are together, it’s complete anarchy.

I walk into the kitchen to find Harrison at the table on his phone while Tom and Paddy are trying to cook breakfast.

“I’ve been cooking eggs and waffles since before you were born Pads, I’m pretty sure I’m right,” Tom says while scrambling the eggs.

“Mum makes them different Tom, I’m telling you, you put the cheese in with the milk.” Pads says frustrated.

“No! It goes in once the eggs are in the pan” Tom retaliates.

“Who put you two in charge of breakfast for the family?” I say walking to the fridge for a glass of juice.

“Goodmorning Y/n, now tell Tom he’s wrong. He thinks you put the cheese in once the eggs go in the pan but I say it goes in before that and with the milk.” Pads says stepping down from the step stool he has so he can help.“Well, it depends, but usually, you’re supposed to put the cheese in with the milk” I say smirking as I take a sip of my juice. Tom groans and puts the cheese in.

“Don’t worry Tommy, you’ll be smarter than a 12-year-old one day,” I say patting his back and kiss Pads on the head. I walk over the kitchen table where Haz is.

“Goodmorning Harrison, is there a reason you’re in my house on a Sunday morning? Doesn’t your mother make you clean your room on Sundays?” I say teasing him.“Haha, very funny y/n. I decided to help Tom keep the Holland Herd in check”

“the Holland Herd? You’re such a loser” I say laughing.

“If I'm a loser than you’re a loser,” He says smirking at me.

“No, do not compare me to you, we have no connections to each other, nothing alike, not even close,” I say crossing my arms.

“I beg to differ,” He says quietly, taking a sip of my drink.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, a few nights ago we seemed to be reaaaalllyyy connected,” He says leaning into me so he can speak quietly. My face heats up at the thought of what happened a few nights ago.

“HEY! You both are way too close to each other. Back it up!” Tom says looking over his shoulder as he finishes with the waffles.

I roll my eyes as Harrison scoots his chair over.

“Jesus Tom, they’re friends, no need to go all ‘leave room for Jesus’ on them,” Sam says walking into the kitchen and sitting across from me.

“thank you, Sam! at least someone gets it” I say beginning to pout.

“Oh stop pouting, you’ll get wrinkles,” Tom says bringing over plates of waffles and eggs for everyone.

“HARRY FOOD!” I yell into the living room. He rushes into his seat at the table before digging in

.We all laugh and have a nice breakfast before it’s time for our daily activities.

“Alright let’s get to it. Pads has football practice from 12-2 while Harry has a film meeting at 12:30-1:30 and then at 1:45 Sam has an audition and I have dance class from 3-5, then Pads has lacrosse from 4-6, Y/N what do you have again?” Tom says rushing through the schedule in his head.

“Gymnastics from 5:30-7:15 and then Ballet from 8-9. I’m free afternoon so I can take Pads to lacrosse, you take him to football, Harrison picks him up while I take Sam and Harry. Harrison can pick up Harry. Then you pick Pads up from lacrosse and I’ll be home at 9:15 for dinner.” I say as we all three go to our cars.

Everyone splits up and we head off to our busy day. It’s always like this in our family. We’re all a bunch of hard-working overachievers.

I drop off Harry and then drive the hour to Sams audition and wait for him to finish. Once he’s done, I drop him off at home and head over to Tom and Harrison’s apartment to grab Pads. I drop him off at lacrosse and then head back to the apartment.

“tired already?” Harrison jokes as I plop on the couch.

“No, but listening to Sam talk all the time about girls gets quite annoying,” I say moving so he has room to sit.

“We only have an hour and a half but really less than that because you still have to change and get ready,” Harrison says pouting as he moves to lay between my legs with his head on my chest.

“I know baby but we’ll get some free time this week. I only have classes on Wednesday and Friday.” I reply kissing his head.

“whatever shall we do to pass the time,” Harrison says smirking as he slowly crawls his way up my body.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something Haz, but make it quick,” I say teasingly.

He crashes his lips into mine and cups my face with one hand. His kisses move from my lips to my neck and jaw.

“You’re so damn beautiful, god really sent me my own personal angel” He mumbles nibbling on parts of my neck.

“fuck Haz, that feels good,” I say pulling on his shirt.

“I’ll take mine off if you take yours off?” He says jokingly.

“Such a child Osterfield,” I say sitting up and peeling off my t-shirt. He quickly takes his off and dips back down to kiss me.

“WHAT THE HELL”

We both jump 10 feet away from each other at the sound of my brothers' voice.

“Tom, I-“

“SHUT IT Y/N. Are you out of your mind? Making out with Harrison? In my apartment!” Tom says as I quickly fumble trying to put my shirt back on.

“I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HERE YOU ASSHOLE!” He says charging Harrison.

“TOM STOP! You’re overreacting” I say pushing him away from Haz.

“Yea bro, calm down,” Haz says from behind me.

“Don’t call me bro. If I was your bro you wouldn’t be trying to sleep with my sister you prick.” Tom spits.

“Thomas stop. it’s not-“

“go home! now!” Tom snaps at me.“No! you’re not my dad. I can see whoever I want. So what I'm dating your best friend. You should be happy.” I say crossing my arms.

“He’s not my best friend anymore. I can’t believe you! And you guys are dating? for how long?”

“about a year mate, we love each other” Harrison says grabbing my hand.

“Oh fuck off. I told you both no, so why would you do it?” Tom says throwing a vase at the wall.

“We’re in love,” I say quietly.

“You know what fine. I’ll move out and find my own place. You both stay here and continue to see each other. When you get knocked up or something else goes wrong don’t you dare come to me Y/n, when he leaves you for someone else i’m gonna look you straight in the eye and say i told ya so.” Tom says grabbing his bag and Tessa and stomping out.

“What do we do now?” I ask sitting on the couch.

“He’ll see that he’s overreacting. For right now I suppose he’s right, do you wanna move in?”

“Harrison, I don’t know. I’d still have to talk to my parents and I don’t like when Toms upset” I say tears pricking my eyes.

“Hey hey hey, we can figure it out. For now, you go kick ass in gymnastics and ballet. Then you can come back here and stay for a while.” Harrison says walking me to the front door.

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*2 Years Later*

“Harrison, hurry up we’re going to be late!” I yell up the stairs of our apartment. I and Harrison had to be at the premiere of Sams and Harry’s new movie.“I’m coming Jesus, love. You can’t rush perfection” He says walking down the steps with a smirk.

“Oh please. Just get in the car,” I say grabbing my purse. Harrison grabs my hand which causes me to stop walking. He pulls me back and into his arms.

“You look beautiful darling. I love you” He says sweetly kissing my lips.

“I love you too Haz but I don’t want to be late,” I say pouting as he moves hair out of my face.

“Alright then, let’s go,” He says walking me to our car.

We greet my parents and brothers once we arrive.

“Toms by the food table. You should talk to him” Harry whispers to me as I hug him.

I walk over and see Tom grabbing lots of random deserts.

“Tommy?” I say quietly not wanting to scare him.

He doesn’t say anything but he turns around hugs me tight.

“I’m sorry y/n/n. I was stupid. I-I didn’t think that you and Harrison were actually going to last and I didn’t want either of you getting hurt.” He says almost crying.

“It’s alright Tom. We still love you. I fact, Haz doesn’t know yet but I was wondering if you wanted to be the godfather?” I say tears welling in my eyes.

“Godfather? To-to what?” He says wiping his eyes as he steps back from me.

“My-our baby,” I say smiling and rubbing my stomach that’s not even showing yet.

“You and Haz are having a baby?! IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE? I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH” Tom yells gathering the attention of everyone at the party.

“TOM! Today was supposed to be about the twins!” I say my eyes widening as everyone rushes over to me. Harrison pushes through everyone and looks at me. He grabs my upper arms and looks down at my stomach.

“My baby is in there?” He says with wide eyes.

“Yea Haz, our baby is in there. I was gonna wait till later to tell you but we all know Tom can’t keep secrets to save his life” I say sniffling.

Mum and Dad all gather us into a group hug. Mum is blubbering about being a grandma and dad is crying cause his only princess is going to be a mum.

“Well I feel it’s only fair you name it after us, seeing as this is our day,” Sam says smirking at me.

“Oh god no. My child is already going to be around you both, I'm not cursing it with your names forever.” I laugh ruffling his hair.

*9 Months Later*

“HARRISON I SWEAR IM NEVER HAVING YOUR CHILDREN AGAIN,” I say as a wave of contractions hit me.

“Nurse? Can we get some pain medicine or something for her?” Harrison’s says worried as he pushes the hair from my forehead.

“Miss? It’s time to start pushing” A doctor says to me.

After what felt like forever of pushing, I hear a scream.

“Here’s your beautiful son. Congrats you both!” The nurse says handing me a child in a blue blanket. He hasn’t been cleaned off yet but he still looks beautiful. I began crying and so does Harrison.

“Should we bring in the family to meet him?” I say as Harrison climbs into the small bed with me.

All the holland’s walk in looking eager.“Mum, Dad, meet your grandson, Stanley Dominic Osterfield.” I pass the baby to my mother and look at Tom.

“You named him..after me?” Tom says with tears streaming down his face as he looks at the adorable sleeping baby.

“Well, I wanted to name him after the most important men in my life, and he's already got Hazs lasts name so I went with you and dads name,” I say as Tom brings me into a tight hug.

“Thank you! I love you 3 so much” He says into my shoulder.

“Alright then mate, quit the waterworks, you wanna hold your nephew?” Harrison says grinning at his best friend. Tom hugs him tightly before opening his arms to hold the baby.

“Next one gets named after me,” Paddy says sitting at the end of my bed. I laugh at him and lightly kick him.

“If you have twins name them after us!” Harry says grinning.

“I am NOT having that many kids, I don’t know how mum and dad did it,” I say laughing before realizing how tired I am.

“Goodnight love,” Haz says kissing me before I fully fall asleep to the sound of my family talking about who my son looks like.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #tom holland #tom holland imagine #Spider Man: Homecoming #chaos walking #imagine #i love harrison so much

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shamelessly4shameless-blog · 7 years

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130lb of Ukrainian Courage.

This series is for @lethal-wisdom - it will follow Ian and Mickey as if they worked everything out in Season 5 - no prison, no break-up. Thanks for reading.

“Mick, come on. It wasn’t his fault.”

Ian’s hand on Mickey’s arm is firm and his eyes are almost pleading. This stuff is taken seriously in the Milkovich/Gallagher household but normally there is some wiggle room! Mickey’s gaze flicks between his boyfriend and his son, who is also looking at him with an expression of shocked disbelief. This has never happened before. The three of them have been here many times before, Yev knows he normally gets away with too much but Papa has never been this tough on him and neither Yev nor Ian, is sure if Mickey means to follow through with it or not. Mickey raises his eyebrows with an impatient expression and gestures to Yevgeny.

“He knows the rules … you know the rules, right?”

“Yes Papa.”

Yevgeny nods and nibbles his lip anxiously. Ian’s shoulders sag a little, he’s sheltered Yev from as much as he can tonight but things have been building up and as Mickey leans forward Ian knows he can’t prevent what is about to happen. Mickey cricks his neck left and right and then fixes Yev with an intent blue stare.

“You know this is the right thing, Yev.”

The little kid nods and sets his shoulders, readying himself.

“Okay then,”

Mickey adjusts himself on his chair, takes a breath and says

“You landed on my Boardwalk and I got 3 houses sitting pretty on that bitch! I want $1,400 cold, hard cash!”

Mickey punctuates each of the last three words with a distinct tap on the Monopoly board. It is family game night and he is taking no prisoners.

“I’ve only got $1000.”

Yev looks at the little pile of monopoly money in front of him pitifully but Mickey only shrugs.

“Then you are shit out of luck.”

“Mick!”

Ian frowns at his boyfriend but Yev doesn’t seem to notice, he is busy trying to think of a way out of the mess his dice roll has landed him in.

“Can’t I owe you?”

“Are you kidding me? You already owe me like, $5000! Nah, man. Cut your losses and call it a night.”

“Can Dad pay it for me?”

Yev looks hopefully to Ian who opens his mouth to respond but Mickey beats him to it.

“Not a chance. You’re in debt up to your eyeballs, you sold all your land and …”

Mickey glances up at the kitchen clock

“It’s past your bedtime. You’re out buddy.”

Yev plucks at a stray thread on his sweater for a moment, studying the board in front of him as if a pile of cash might suddenly appear. When nothing materialises, he huffs back in his chair and crosses his arms irritably.

“Shit.”

For once Ian doesn’t scold Yev about his language, he is too wrapped up in just how adorably like Mickey Yev looks when he is in a sulk - all lowered eyebrows and clenched fists.

“Don’t pout! It was a tough break on the dice, but I warned you about buying all those crappy little places and not building on them. You owned like half the board but it wasn’t worth anything.”

Mickey lectures as he stretches and stands up, judiciously ignoring the heavy-duty eye roll his son gives him.

“But you always get the good ones!”

Yev whines as his Papa grabs Yev’s empty cocoa mug and ruffles his hair fondly.

“Cause you never want to spend your money on them when they’re there for the taking. Live and learn, kiddo.”

Mickey shoots back, turning to the sink and tiptoeing slightly to fling the top window open, a cigarette already dangling from his lips ready to be lit. Yev kneels up on the kitchen chair, sticking his tongue out at his Papa’s back in response.

Ian tugs his sweater, pulling him gently back down before Mickey catches him.

“You heard your Papa, it’s late, time for bed.”

“OK. Can I have a piggy back tonight, Dad?”

Yev asks perking up instantly as Ian smiles indulgently

“Sure Mini Milk.”

Ian stifles a groan as he stands, his back protesting the movement after being hunched over the board for too long but he obligingly shuffles round the table to squat in front of Yevgeny so that he can climb up. Mickey leans back against the sink, angling his exhalations of smoke toward the open window, watching his boys together before sauntering over, boosting Yev a little higher on Ian’s back and bumping fists with the little boy.

“Good night Yev, sleep well.”

“You too, Papa.”

Yev leans over Ian’s shoulder to place a kiss on his father’s cheek and Ian carries him off. Mickey can hear them pretending to be charging past dragons or whatever the game is tonight and gets himself another beer from the fridge.

Mickey makes Yev’s packed lunch for the next day, re-fills Ian’s pill boxes and then fastens the clips and put’s a banana on top as a reminder for Ian to eat first. He waits five more minutes and then decides to go and make sure Yev isn’t wheedling another story out of his soft-touch Dad. Mickey wouldn’t call himself a hard-ass but Ian would make Mary Poppins look like a case for Child Protective Services with the way he treats the kid when it’s their turn to have him.

Mickey gets to the top of the stairs and can hear the low rumble of Ian’s voice. The hallway is dark but there is a soft yellow glow coming from Yevgeny’s room and the door is ajar letting the light spill across the tired old carpet.

Mickey edges a little closer, avoiding the creaky floorboards and slides his back down the wall, sitting on the floor beside Yev’s door, letting the sounds of domesticity wash over him. He doesn’t do it often … well … anytime that Ian is reading to Yev actually, but most times Mickey just wanders in and sits on the bed with them, toying with Ian’s hair and letting Yev snuggle into his chest.

Sometimes though it is nice to sit on the outside looking in, observing the way they are and letting Ian’s voice sooth him. Being on the outside of love is never hard when you know you have only to step through a door and be completely welcomed by it.

“…The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious…”

Ah. James and the Giant Peach again. Mickey smiles to himself. Yevgeny fucking loves that story and Ian is the best at telling it. He does all the different voices for Yev and never gets confused about which voice is for Grasshopper and which is for Ladybird. Mickey enjoys reading it too but the first time he was left to do the opening chapters, he got so mad about the two old spinster bitches that James got stuck with; that he completely derailed story time. By the time Ian came up, he found Mickey and Yev in earnest conversation about whether or not drowning them in peach juice would be fair.

Mickey sips his beer and listens to Ian tell the story, a faint smile on his lips. Every now and then Yev pipes up with a question or an observation and Mickey wonders, not for the first time, if the gentle squeezing in his chest as he eavesdrops is the schmaltzy feeling that movies are always saying family should bring. He thinks it must be because it doesn’t seem possible that he could be much fuller with love than he is now. Mickey closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall. One day, he thinks, he is going to get Ian to read something aloud just for him.

Ian steps out into the hallway and eases Yev’s bedroom door shut. A faint snore by his left foot is the only thing that stops him tripping over Mickey’s sleeping form and Ian carefully feels for the light switch before moving any further. The bulb in the hall is dim and really needs changing but it does well enough. Mickey is sat against the wall, head tipped back and legs splayed out in front like a drunk.

Ian has a momentary urge to scoop him up into his arms and carry him through to their bedroom but he knows that he’ll be in trouble in the morning if he does.

“Hey…Mick…Babe, it’s time for bed.”

Ian crouches and gently shakes Mickey’s shoulder. He wakes with a grunt and hastily swipes a hand across his face, trying to brush away the tendrils of sleep that cling to him.

“Wha’ time isst?”

“Nearly eleven.”

Ian helps him up and pulls Mickey gently against his chest, wrapping his arms around him, closing his eyes as he inhales the wonderful, familiar scent. God! Ian still loves the way Mickey Milkovich smells.

“Did James make it?”

“It got a bit bumpy but I’m sure he’s going to be fine.”

It’s become a running joke between them, they are so familiar with the story and it’s twists and turns and ups and downs. Mickey yawns against Ian’s shirt and smiles, pulling back and stepping round him to get to the bathroom.

“Damn. I’m beat!”

He pulls at his face lightly, looking into the mirror almost accusingly as if it is his smudged reflections fault.

“Whipping a seven year old at Monopoly is tiring.”

Ian smirks sardonically, smoothing Mickey’s ruffled hair back and kissing the shell of his ear.

“He’s gotta learn! You can’t just let him win all the damn time.”

“Yeah but you don’t have to go so hard either.”

Mickey begins scrubbing his teeth and pauses to spit toothpaste into the sink and point his toothbrush knowingly at Ian’s reflection.

“I’m just sayin’, if the kid can’t handle losing a game to his dads he is gonna be one hell of a fucked up adult.”

“You told him to go sell his mother!”

Ian says and laughs at the guilty grimace Mickey makes before rinsing his mouth

“Yeah, no, I maybe got a bit carried away there … you heard me tell him I meant sell her to the circus though right? That’s probably fine … yeah, you know what, it is definitely fine… the circus is fine.”

Mickey flaps a hand dismissively, a limp wristed gesture that makes Ian suck his cheeks in trying not to laugh. Mickey shrugs out of his black button down, chucking it into ‘laundry corner’ before doing the same with his pants. Neither go in the basket and Mickey makes no effort to correct that.

Ian rolls his eyes and pulls Mickey hard against him.

“Svet is going to kill you one day.”

“Nah, she likes having her weekends too much. We have the kid, she tickles her tonsils with rich old dude dick for cash. Everyone is happy.”

“Shhh!”

“Eh! He can’t hear me!”

“I’m gonna wash your mouth out one of these days.”

“With soap or somthin’ saltier?”

Mickey teases, eyes lit with mischief and Ian gives him a narrow, green eyed stare that would quell a lesser man. Mickey pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek a couple of times, distorting it suggestively and Ian takes a rapid, two handed grip on Mickey’s ass, hoisting him upwards.

“Right that’s it!”

Ian grunts as Mickey’s legs wrap around his hips and Ian staggers out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, crashing down on the bed with a thump that makes Ian glad Yev is as much of a deep sleeper as his Papa.

“Yeah, tough guy? You gonna set me straight?”

Mickey is in full playful mode now, kicking Ian affectionately in the ass with the heel of his foot, tiredness forgotten.

“Take more power than I have to make you straight.”

Ian quips as he tries to wrestle Mickey into submission beneath him.

“Fuck you!”

Mickey laughs, managing to twist away from Ian and getting him into a headlock briefly before Ian burrows his way out. Ian has no idea how Mickey manages to get so damn flexible when they scrap but he can’t seem to keep a hold of him and amidst the breathless, quiet laugher, Mickey snaps his hips forward, flipping Ian over onto his back and pinning his arms over his head with a triumphant smirk.

“Monopoly and naked wrestling, your two greatest skills.”

Ian sighs against Mickey’s hair as his conqueror kisses gently along Ian’s flushed neck and shoulders.

“Southside education, man: Handling dirty cash and fighting dirty men.”

Mickey mumbles and Ian sniffs at his own armpit self-consciously

“I’m not dirty!”

“Not yet. Get me warmed up and get in me, Firecrotch.”

Mickey grins, releasing Ian’s arms and then letting out a happy yelp as Ian surges up and bears Mickey over, covering his body with his own and running his hands over every available inch of skin.

Ian lifts his face from Mickey’s collarbone to scout out the lube and Mickey catches his jaw, cradling it between faintly calloused palms and bringing Ian’s gaze level with his own.

“I love you.”

The words are delivered with the usual quick intensity but there is something in Mickey’s face that slows Ian’s blood from the furious pulsing race of arousal to a calmer rhythm. He lets his fingers glide up from Mickey’s hips, trailing through his thick, black hair; taking some of his weight onto his elbows, simply lying skin to skin, looking at each other.

“I love you too.”

Ian gives him a quirky, lopsided smile and nudges his nose against Mickeys. Ian does not realise it but he has a regular way of saying it too, the emphasis is placed differently. Where Mickey emphasises the word ‘love’, Ian emphasises the word ‘you’. Each of them subconsciously tapping into the deepest needs of the other and providing all the shelter and sustenance that such words can provide.

They make love gently, reverently, only breaking eye contact at the last as they bury their faces in each other’s necks to smother their cries, both of them overcome and utterly spent.

“You know, we’ve been together nearly ten years.”

Mickey murmurs as they lay entwined, each edging toward sleep. Ian kisses the back of his neck and smiles blearily.

“Only about 8 if we’re going officially.”

“Yeah but … you should do it off love not words, right?”

Mickey kisses their linked fingers and nestles himself closer against Ian despite the warmth of the room.

“Okay.”

Ian’s voice is heavy with sleep and Mickey doesn’t say anything else, not wanting to disturb him, but in the quiet of their room, he begins to think about how significant it is that he has spent a decade loving the same person. He’s loved Ian since they were kids and not many people can say that. Hell, Mickey never thought he would be able to say that! Everything they’ve been through … if they can survive all that, then they can survive anything and maybe it is about time they did something more about it.

#shameless #shameless fluff #shameless imagine #shameless us #shameless fanfiction #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #Gallavich #yevgeny milkovich #love

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frekydeki · 5 years

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Abtractions

Part 2

Summary: A simple invitation for coffee, ice scream, tea, whatever it was, turned out to be a little more than you bargained for... Caught in the hot pursuit for the Winter Soldier, you have to play your cards safely, and keep them even closer to your chest; for yours and Bucky’s safety.

Pairing: (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3: Upcoming!

You like watching the fog settle in the morning. You like the smell of it, not so much the feel of it - it reminds you of the cold watering leaking out of the back left corner in your cell back at HYDRA - but you're fascinated with how the sun glistens off of the drops, and thickens the fog falling to rest on the ground. You tilt your head to the right at the sound of shuffling in the cabin, and draw your coffee to your lips; sickened with the realization of what you've gotten yourself into for about the sixtieth time since those two hit the hay. You let out a soft groan and swallow the nervousness curdling in your stomach before you stand and enter the cabin. You smile to the brunette staring out of the window just above the small twin sized bed that he'd won with a game of rock, paper, scissors the night before.

"Good morning." You chime as softly as you can. He still jumps and looks to you with his eyes nearly bulging from his head. It looks like it takes him a few seconds to recall the events of yesterday; with the monkey soldiers coming through windows, punching through walls, jumping off buildings, and flying through portals... All of that juicy good stuff. He does his best to paste a smile on his lips; the corners only lift for a fraction of a second before they fall back down into the frown that's settled on his lips permanently. It's a shame, you think, that it's so hard to smile at times like these because the curiosity eating away at your mind is damn near lethal. What the hell does it look like to see the Winter Soldier smile? You shake from your trance with another step into the small cabin, pointing to the boiling coffee maker. "Coffee?" You ask. "Please." His voice, raspy and low, responds. You smile at you take a coffee cup from the cabinets and take to pouring. "Creamer?" You hear shuffling behind you, your body tensing slightly, before he clears his throat and the sound of a chair scraping across the wooden floors sounds. "Um... No thanks." You nod and turn around with a smile and sit his coffee on the table in front of him. "How'd you sleep?" You ask, eyes glancing to the unicorn pajama pants he's clad in. Your lip lifts in a smirk; it's the only spare pair you have, other than the Grover pair that Steve stole before Bucky could... He remarked last night that, "The day that Captain America is caught in unicorn pajamas is the day that the world looses hope." Luckily, Bucky isn't too prideful to wear them. He sips at his coffee before meeting your eyes and then throwing them at the wall. "Good." You lids fall heavily; he's a liar. Then again, it'd probably take twenty melatonin pills to be able to sleep with the situation that he's in. The silence coming at you like a bullet train is sure to be awkward and dread pools into your stomach knowing- "Coffee?" Steve calls from the pull out bed on the couch. You jump slightly and nod. "You'd like a cup?" "Of course." Steve stands from his makeshift bed and takes a seat next to Bucky. "How you holding up buddy?" Bucky looks up unsurely to Steve, and you freeze as you pour his coffee to watch that look in his eye... Bucky still doesn't know who Steve is. Your stomach begins to burn, and your heart sinks under the pressure in your chest; he doesn't know a damn thing going on right now, he must be so nervous... You sure were when you first got loose of HYDRA. "Here you are." You offer Steve his coffee, to which he accepts with a large smile; morning people scare you... "So, what's your plan?" Falls from your lips... The question you've been asking all night, but kept it safe in your mouth for fear of rushing the two into bad decisions and bad plans... Guess it had to be asked at some point, it's the elephant in the room. "I guess... For now it's to keep Bucky under the radar until this blows over." Bad idea. Really bad idea. Cause the Black Panther will show up here and tear your cabin apart and Bucky will be caught and everything goes to shit all over again. "How do you guys know I didn't do it?" Bucky snaps in frustration. Steve shakes his head as his brows furrow. "Buck, I know you." Steve leans forward to try and catch Bucky's eyes, which are burning holes into your cheap table. "I know you wouldn't do something like this." "How?" He growls through a clenched jaw, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. "I'm the winter soldier. I could've easily done this." Steve shakes his head, fishing for words to say. "Sure. You could've done something like that in your sleep. You could easily kill me right now too, right?" You ask, pulling your eyes from your coffee, allowing silence to fall between the three of you as you drink. The coffee sits back onto the table with a clink, before you finish, "So why aren't you, Mr. Winter Soldier?" His face settles heavily, severely on his darkening features. You smile to him, "It's cause you'd never do anything like that, right?" You stand and point to his empty cup. "Want a refill?" He lifts the cup to your hand and lets you take it without meeting your eyes, but you can feel his eyes burning into you the entire time your back's turned. Truth be told, you didn't know whether he did it or not when the bombing actually happened; your stomach lurches with the raw desire to find out that Bucky didn't do it... Adrenaline had numbed your body into a panicking, hot mess when the news of the bombing reached your ears. Last you'd heard of the Winter Soldier was that he was MIA, and since then you'd worked up the fantasy that he was falling in love and living normally, and safely, and out of the reach of HYDRA... But there he was, face plastered on the screen and an entire country after him. All your hope died within one minute... Probably faster. "I'm hungry, do you have any food, Y/n?" You peak at Steve from over your shoulder. "Sure thing!" You beam before throwing open your cabinets; bread and goldfish in one, ramen in the other... You pop open your fridge, eggs, milk... "Well... I thought I had more than I do, but I'll make do! Eggs and toast?" You question. "Sounds good!" You nod and snatch out pans and toasters and then the few ingredients you need. "I was thinking I need to get some help from some friends before we make any moves." Steve chats. "Tony might be able to help us find out who-" "You shouldn't talk to Tony until this is all swept under the rug." You blurt. You hand snaps to your lips... Shit. You glance to Steve, who has his hand resting on his knee, and is looking at you with a nearly offended expression. "Why?" "Oh... Um..." Your eyes nervously shoot all over the counter, before staring very critically at the eggs. "There may be a few things... That he won't agree... With?" You piece together pathetically. "What? That I'm trying to protect Bucky?" "Well, sure, that... Among other things." "Are you hiding something, Y/n?" Bucky questions through the accusing silence. Shit. "Not at all." You calmly - at least you think you're calm - respond, turning over your shoulder to him. "Just a hunch I have." "You're a terrible liar." Bucky scoffs over his coffee. Eyes ablaze, you turn around and point your spatula at him, ready to spit fire at him. "You're just as terrible!" You bark. A smile washes over his lips as he laughs at your accusation - you take a second to marvel in how it looks so natural, so warm, so heart wrenchingly beautiful - before his eyes meet yours, and raises his brows. "Yeah? What makes you say that?" Your lips draw into a thin line as you turn around with a huff, hearing him laugh yet again. "Back on track... Y/n, if you know something about what's going on... I think Buck deserves to know." You slow down as you scoop the last egg onto a third plate. He's right... And you damn well know it. But... It's not really you're place to be spewing the future left and right. But you say one thing, and then there's more questions. You sit their plates down, face critical and lost entirely in your thoughts. Fuck. "Okay." You breathe quietly, but you draw your eyes up to his with a strong warning in your eyes, "But I'm not telling you everything." He nods, accepting your terms, and urging you to continue. You let out a long breath. Dr. Strange is pretty dang scary normally, but if he knew what you're doing right now, he'd be like... 'did you do the homework', 'what homework' sort of scary. The kind of scary that you submit to without a second thought and beg Jesus to just take you already and not let you suffer any longer. Like mom counting to three scary... "So... Um... There's this thing called the time stone." You glance up to the two before tossing your eyes back down to the egg you're shoving around your plate. "And when I heard about the bombing I sort of... borrowed," Steve gives you a stern look, "Stole," you correct before continuing, "the time stone from my mentor... To look into the possibilities..." Steve watches you with a hard stare, his dark brows nearly falling over his eyes they were pushed so far down in confusion. "I gave the stone back though, Mr. America... Promise." "You think that's what I'm worried about?" He gawks. Eyes widening and the burn in your arms disappearing for a little bit, you scoff a response. "Well I mean the time stone's a pretty damn big deal. If that got into the wrong hands," You draw your lips thin and hiss in a breath, "That'd be bad." "So... You know the future?" You look to him, falling into his expression... Again. You clear your throat before you nod. "So you know who did it." "Yeah... I guess I do." "So let's go get him!" You look to Steve and shake your head. "I can't." Both of them drop the happy expressions they hold. "Why?" "I've already messed up enough by showing you my face, Bucky, Steve..." "I'll do everything I can to protect you from whatever danger you put yourself in if you just tell me-" Head shaking again, you cut Steve off with a sad look. "It's not that easy..." "Well why not?" Steve's voice is rising. Bucky places his hand on his friends shoulder and shakes his head. Your intense eyes fall onto Bucky... You have a trillion options to choose from. All lot of them are shitty... Okay all of them are really shitty. But right now your goal is to pick the least stinky pile of crap. His blue eyes turn to yours... Ever since you've left the facility, you've been looking out for your own neck; mainly to keep the needles out and shackles off... But working with Dr. Strange has taught you a big load on being selfless or whatever. But in a way, what's at the tip of your tongue is sort of selfish. You want to save the man in front of you because you know what he becomes to you, what he is to you, and what you will be to him; and you want that more than anything. Anyways, you were already fucked her over when you decided yesterday morning that you would, in fact, ask Bucky out to ice cream. "Captain, there's a name I'd like you to look into." Steve perks up and leans forward, the shadows cast across his face finally gone. "Helmut Zemo." Steve stands happily, grabbing up his neatly folded uniform sitting on the arm of the couch and the shield leaned up against it before marching out of the front door. Brows knit together and eyes nearly shut you're squinting so much, you wait for the smart man to come back in. He does. "Welcome back." You smile to him. He laughs a little before he throws his finger in a circle and points to the door. "Can you do that portal transportation thing to the tower?" "Do you think it'll be okay for you to go back to the tower?" Bucky questions, gathering the plates and walking them to the sink. You mumble a thanks to him before you turn back to the blond with a raised brow. "Ah, it'll be fine. I'll take care of that part. You worry about making sure you're safe." You draw your mouth into a thin line. "Good luck, Steve." Bucky shoos the soldier off with a soft salute. "Three days, then I'll need you back here. Before 2... pm. " "That's a very specific time." You smile at him as the portal sparks up behind him. "Don't be late!" He gives a thumbs up to the two of you and shouts "Hi-de-ho!" to the innocent people sitting on the couch before the portal snaps shut. "So... You know the future down to the very last brick, huh?" You raise a brow as you look over to Bucky. You shake your head. "As if I remember that much... Bad memory up here." You tap your head a few times. "So how'd you remember you needed him here...?" He trails off, pointing at where the portal was. "Oh, that?" You offer him a soft giggle. "That was just for fun." A smile pushes up onto Bucky's lips. "Yeah?" "Yup." You motion to his unicorn jammies. "You wanna go get some clothes for you to change into. A few days worth at least?" "I have some." "The ones you wore here?" He nods and runs his hand through his hair. Your chest and cheeks set on fire as you watch how his bicep is defined, and see how strong his jawline, and oh god his eyes are on you now. You look away quickly and smile as you stand frantically and grab your jacket. "It'll be a few days before Steve's back... I'm sure you don't want to wear your clothes so long." "I don't have any mo-" "Don't you worry about that Mr. Barnes!" You smile as you pull your thin jacket on. "My treat. I invited you on the date after all." You send him a small wink without thinking about how that would effect the poor oldie. His mouth snaps shut as he swallows thickly. His wide eyes tore away from your questioning gaze - probably hoping you wouldn't catch the light blush dusting his cheeks a pink hue, but you did - and excuses himself to the bathroom to change. You shuffle on your feet as you wait for Bucky to return, only jumping slightly when your phone rings with a text message. Your stomach falls with the name on the screen; Dr. Stephen Strange is finally ready to kick your butt. So... Y/n. Have you checked the news today? Something was on about a girl who doesn't listen to her teacher at all? Or maybe it was titled "Girl Who Got in Way Over Her Head" You shoot a quick text back to assure Strange that you are, in fact, in way over your noggin, but, you've got a plan. Liar. You don't plan. You don't make plans! You suck at that! Get back to the sanctum as soon as you can so we can have a nice talk about this so called plan of yours. Cotton mouth runs thickly through you while you shove your phone back in your pocket and smile to the emerging Bucky. "Ready?" You question in a nearly breathless wheeze. He raises a brow at the nervous twitch to you eyebrow and nods; thank God he doesn't ask you about it cause you don't really want to let your imagination run wild with the possibilities of just how harsh Strange's lecture will be tonight. "Let's upgrade your closet." You beam as you show the brunette through a portal and step into an Indianapolis alley way. "What city is this?" Bucky inquires while he stuffs his gloved hands into his pockets and glances at the busy end of the alley. "Indianapolis." You flick your head towards the street as you set off, inviting him to follow you. "I thought we should give Bucharest a rest, New York too since we both have people there that would smack us upside the head there right now. So, I thought, Indianapolis has a big mall with a nice food court and lots of stores." You babble to the silent man next to you. "Do you like chinese? Pretzels? Hamburgers?" A little small talk between the two of you feels like a necessity. It pulls him out of the doom of the situation, plus it makes you both look like just a normal couple walking down the street. "Chinese is good, not so big on pretzels but I'll eat em." He answers remaining just a little behind you. He pulls his hat down a little lower to try and hide his face, blue eyes darting over every face that passes by him. "I like chinese food a lot. I'm a pasta kind of girl." "Italian?" You chest grows a little bit warmer as Bucky engages you in conversation, and you swear you almost hear a deep curiosity in his voice. "Yeah, I love italian! Though when I go to italian restaurants I only ever order fettuccini... I'm not very adventurous when it comes to food." "Really?" You nod and begin to follow Bucky around a store in the mall, watching as he eyes something, checks the price, makes a concerned face, and shy's away from it. By the third store and no bags in your hands, you decide it's time to start shopping for him. When he walks away from a shirt, you grab it and toss it over your arm. "What're you doing?" Bucky asks as he stops and looks at you from over your shoulder. "If you keep doing like you're doing we're gonna be here for at least a week." You giggle to him. "I'm taking the initiative." "What! No!" Bucky makes to take the small stack of shirts in your arm. You laugh and step back from him, to which he makes closer to you, trying his best to get the shirts. But you're fast, fast like Lightning McQueen. "Y/n those are way too expensive! We can just get some plain t-shirts!" "They aren't that bad!" You quip as you shlink away from the soldier with a grin on your lips. "Come on pick some jeans out and lets go get some food!" You whine to him. "I'm getting hungry Bucky!" He laughs and itches his chin while placing his hand on his hip. "Hamburgers?" He questions. You nod quickly and push him towards the jeans lining the wall. "Chop chop mister! I'm the kind of girl that turns into the hulk when she's hungry." "That's terrifying." He quietly responds before letting his lip lift, "Let's avoid that."

“You’re a smart man, Mr. Barnes.” You continue to trail behind the soldier, admiring how differently he looks in regular clothing and not that damn uniform. You like seeing how his shoulders are a little more relaxed then they were in that dark room. His eyes hold so much more emotion in them - even just while considering what jeans to buy - than the ever did when you knew him before. You prefer this version of him much more... You take a second to try and to relax how tense your shoulders have been since last night... Only to have them tighten right back up again; this is the reality of your situation. You look back up to the brunette, who has since cast his eyes on you, and smile up to him...

Your reality of the situation is that even thought you know that you will be head over heels for Bucky in just a week or two, you will always be a little tense around him... You will never forget what they made him do to you back in that tiny cement room, caged like two scared animals, fighting for just one more day.

“Ready for some burgers?” Bucky asks as you both step out of the stores with a few bags in hand. You clear your throat and look up to him; his eyes are soft, deep, nearly sparkling with the company that you’ve provided him with. A soft smile, pretty unnatural on his lips, pools warmth back into your prickling limbs.

“Yeah... Burgers.”

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deactivated4179291 · 7 years

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Star Crossed - Part 22 (H.S AU) - “Go Find Your Girl”

Recap:

“Hi...” I awkwardly greet them, while they took in the appearance of me bumming it in sweats and a t-shirt with a messy bun that just looks more like a birds next on my head... “can I help you?”

“Yes, I believe you can. Is Maddie Wilkinson here?” His gravelly voice asks. I know that voice from somewhere. It’s the same voice that haunted my dream and tore my father from our family. He was a law officer.

Maddie’s POV

I tried not to panic as I realized just why the three men were at my doorstep, as I quickly answered back as calmly and cooly as possible for me.

“Uh, sorry, wrong house,” I shrug with a casual laugh and go to close the door, but a foot is instantly wedged between it and it’s frame.

“You see,” he pauses for dramatic effect after prying the door open. I stumble back when I can’t resist his strength anymore, as he walks inside casually, with his head high as if he’s a powerful ruler staring at a peasant in his kingdom. I mentally gulp as with every step – every click of his shiny combat boots against the wood – going forward, I take one back. “that’s funny because your stepdad said you lived here when he turned you in, Madeleine,” he smirks menacingly. My heart plummets to my stomach as I whip around, making a run for the back door. I know no matter how loud I scream, no matter how many things are broken, Louis would inevitably be unable to hear me. He was going to be in the studio ‘literally all night,’ he said. “Don’t just stand there, dumbasses! Get her!” I hear his voice echo throughout the entire first floor of the house. My feet pound against the dark wood beneath them before I skid to a halt swinging the back door open. I make a dash for the iron-rod fence separating the backyard, and me, from the woods. Just as I reach up to start climbing, I feel a sharp pinch in the back of my neck, and everything went black.

Harry’s POV

(The next morning)

I awake in the hotel bed with a groan at the sound of the door closing itself loudly. Niall walks up and tosses a brown McDonald’s bag onto the bed beside me.

“Eat up, and take the aspirin I left ye, I have to go see Maddie, and you’re bloody coming with me because I know how badly you want to. You just won’t quit torturing yourself. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll listen to what you have to say.”

I only nod at his words, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him. I didn’t want to see her, though. I needed to. I needed to just be able to see her sweet face. It would take away some of the pain, but most of it would remain. I know she needed time, but I was back to being selfish and needing her more. I was going mad at the thought that she was hurt and I wasn’t there to hold her.

Niall and I hopped into his car, and took off toward the house. Every miles that passed was a mile that I spent trying to figure out what I was going to say. The truth was that I deserved it. I deserved every ounce of anger or disappointment that her heart targeted me with. My final thought as the car pulls into the driveway, just as it’s done almost a hundred times is that I have to make things right, no matter what it takes. My thoughts of the circumstances I’m drowning in, however, come to a screeching halt when Niall parks the car, and we both see the front door blown wide open.

“Tha’s weird,” Niall comments, eying the door with suspicion. We warily approach the house, bracing ourselves for some sort of burglar lurking within our midst, but are met with the perfectly tidy interior to our living room and kitchen.

“Hey lads,” Louis nods to us, walking toward the kitchen as if nothing is wrong. Niall and I eye each other confused, before looking back at Louis, who remains un-phased by our discovery.

“Wha’?” He asks us, looking up from his cereal bowl after he’s poured milk into it.

“Lou…why the hell was the door open? And where’s Mads?” Niall asks. Just the sound of her name – or nickname, I guess – sends a sad pang through my chest, almost knocking me off of my feet.

“In her room ‘m guessing – was in the studio all night,” he shrugs as if it’s nothing, but it’s most definitely not nothing, “wait, you said the door was open?” he asks. We nod, watching him closely as his face grows concerned. Niall darts past me, practically tripping over the stairs as he carries himself to presumably her room as fast as his wobbly knees can carry him.

When he returns to the bottom of the stairs, his face is enough to spread panic throughout my whole body. He grips his hair tightly, tugging at it as he raggedly pants from his efforts to find her. “She’s not in her room,” he shakes his head frantically, and my heart all but stops inside my chest. Where is she? What if something wrong? What if she’s hurt herself- no, stop thinking like that. Just calm down and try to find her. My hands shoot to my back pocket and whip out my phone as I press the speed dial designated to her number.

The phone plays those stupid button noises in my ear, before ringing. All of a sudden, buzzing can be heard echoing from somewhere in the house. I look over to Louis who shakes his head to tell me it isn’t his and turn to Niall who does the same as the ringing continues. I gulp, as I walk in the direction where the buzzing gets louder leading me down the hallway toward the back door. Sure enough, there lies her phone – face down on the hardwood floor. I bend down and pick it up, with a shaky hand, turning it over. I hang up the call from my line and feel myself shuddering at all the bad things that could have happened when Niall pulls my attention from the phone to the back door.

“Harry…” he says frightfully. There it was – swung wide open, swaying back and forth slightly, in the breeze. I shake my head frantically, refusing to believe that she’s gone.

“No,” I whimper, “no, no, no!” I scream slamming my fist into the wall. She had been running from someone – that much was evident. My heart definitely stopped the moment I realized just who she was running from.

“Call her mom,” Niall mumbles to Louis sadly, “Now, Louis! Call her mom and find out where she could have gone!” he shouts at a frozen Louis. I can’t even fully focus on them as I fall to my knees, full of nothing but emptiness. Tears brim in my eyes as I yearn for her. As I yearn to know what’s going on.

“That won’t be necessary,” an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind the three of us. We all turn our heads to the source of the sound and are met with a woman in her later thirties, maybe early forties. She stood, covered from head to two in the same gear that the ‘law officers’ as they were called wore. Except, her outfit was all black, while officers were required to wear all white. If she wasn’t an officer, then who the hell was she?

“Who the bloody hell are you?” Louis spits, raising an eyebrow curiously at the woman.

“My name is Margot, and if you wanna see your girl again, I suggest you come with me.” She says calmly despite Louis’ attitude towards her.

“Y-you know where she is?” I ask desperately.

“Yes, now get up, and come with me,” she snips rolling her eyes for having to repeat herself. I rise to my feet and wipe my face. My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment by my display of utter despair.

“Lou, you stay here with Robin. Not a word of this to her, do you understand?” I ask. He nods and pats my back.

“I’ll have them send someone for you from our base,” Margot says, turning on her heel, walking back toward the front of the house.

“Go find your girl, Styles. Hurry.” He says.

“How exactly do you know her whereabouts?” Niall asks her skeptically.

“There’s no time for that, I’ll explain everything once we’re back to the base.” She groans, leading us out to a black SUV. Base? We all thought, what the fuck is she on about?

Maddie’s POV

My eyelids fluttered open slowly as I blinked trying to rid the blur of my vision from losing consciousness. My fists came up to rub my eyes gently before I opened them again. As I sat up, my eyes wandered every inch of the space I was in, only to be met with nothing but concrete and metal bars. Where the hell am I? It looked a lot like a jail, only darker and dirtier.

It was clear that the people placed behind these bars didn’t make it back out, by the aura of the room. Hysterical crying could be heard from all sides of me as we had all realized what our fate was. We were all going to die. I somehow stand through the numbness in my body, and shuffle over to the bars, gripping them tightly in my hands to hold myself up. As I lifted my hand I noticed the handcuff chaining me to the back wall. Great.

I wasn’t getting out of this. I wasn’t just goig to die in here, though. If I hadn’t been so quick to turn on him, maybe we’d still be safe now. If I had realized then what I do now – which is that yes, he did a terrible, terrible thing, but with good intentions – maybe if I realized that, I would still have him.

I was going to die in here while the man I loved thought that I hated him. If I had a last wish it would be to tell him one last time that I loved him. I sit on the cold concrete ground and rest my head against the cold metal bars weakly. Loud footsteps echo in the isle between cell blocks, sending a wave of fear through me when those squeaky clean black boots stop in front of me before my arm is yanked between the bars, making me yelp in aching pain. My face contorts to what I can only imagine is a hideous frown as I let out what will be my final tears. “I love you, Harry,” I whisper before I feel that same pinch I felt before losing consciousness last night this time in my arm and my eyes flutter shut again.

Harry’s POV

We sit in the car, hidden from the Dalton “prison base” as Margot called it, going over the plan for what felt like the millionth time. Margot’s men were responsible for hacking into the base’s security and shutting it down. We would have exactly fifteen minutes before the backup generator came into full effect. Margot’s insider said that Maddie wasn’t in her cell – that she had been taken into the lab for “research,” which sounded more like torture by the way it was described to me. Of all the thoughts I’ve had tonight, the thought of her strapped to some table with wires drilling her brain for her memories, torturing her body as it tries to fight off the invasive technology – that was the most terrifying thought of them all. The conversation went a little something like this-

“Quit losing your shit and listen to me!” Margot’s voice barked turning back to face us from the passenger seat of the car. “when we find Maddie, she’s not going to be in a good mental state. These people like to play with what they catch before they kill it-“

“She’s a person, not an ‘it,’” I growl.

“Do you want to get her back or not?!” She bites back. I bite my tongue at any witty comeback I have, knowing it’s not in the least bit productive towards achieving our goal.

“Now, once we’re inside ill guide you through the earpiece as to where to go. Once you reach her, you grab her, and you get the hell out of there. She’s the only prisoner that I know of right now, which means that we need you to do this alone. Any more people wandering about the place could draw attention, and I’m not about to lose my insider to this place, you got me?”

I nod, soaking in every last word.

“This is insane,” Niall exclaims, emphasizing the word insane. I roll my eyes, and try to focus on the task at hand. Margot hands me a gun.

“In case of an emergency,” she says and I nod, understanding. I tuck the weapon into the waistband of my jeans, behind me and slide my shirt over it so it’s perfectly hidden. Margot stares me down with curiosity across her pale skin. She had skin a lot like Maddie’s, and I only just now noticed it. Very similar hair, too.

“What?” I ask her in monotone as she continues to read me like she’s a scanner and I’m a barcode.

“You’d really die for her, wouldn’t you, kid?” she inquires.

“Any day,” I nod assertively.

“Good, because tonight might be the night,” she says, turning back around with a huff as she rests her back against her seat.

“What the hell! Harry, you can’t do this!” Niall shrieks. I ignore his comment which prompts a scoff from him. “why the hell are you helping us, anyway?” Niall asks her. She stares onward at the road, fiercely as if she’s ready for anything to jump out and send a surprise our way.

“Let’s just say I owe someone a favor. Someone I care about deeply,” she say vaguely, as the car begins to pull into the city of Dalton. Our search and rescue mission was in full effect and if I didn’t find my girlfriend free of bruises, there was going to be complete and utter hell to pay. And I would stop at nothing until that debt was paid in its entirety.

Maddie’s POV

I somehow pry my heavy eyelids open as I regain full consciousness, in another room. I’m lying strapped down in a chair like the one you’d sit in during a dentist appointment, and I turn my head from one side, all the way to the other, observing my surroundings. The room is completely white, with fluorescent lights on both the ceiling and wall accents. I groan as I feel a sharp pain in my neck, pulling it back into its original place, staring at the ceiling. I can hear muffled voices in what sounds like an observation room.

I scowl at the glass window on the wall facing my feet, realizing that they’re behind the shiny surface. Watching me. Waiting for me to break. What didn’t make sense to me was why they were doing these things before they eliminated me. But then I heard it – heard their voices clearly.

“I just don’t get it,” one of them sighed. Their voice was high pitched and feminine, “what’s so special about this one?”

“Do you even know who she is, Dawn?” a deeper voice chastised the woman, Dawn, with a scoff. “that girl back there,” he said point over his shoulder towards me, “that girl is Dean Wilkinson’s daughter.”

What did my dad have to do with what made me so-called ‘special?’ I wondered.

“Holy shit..” the woman gasped slightly.

“Yeah,” he reprimanded her, “ ‘Holy Shit’ is right.”

“Do we have everything we need?” a silver-haired man with a deep voice steps into their little viewing party, interrupting their gawking over my father. I could recognize that ugly head of (probably fake) hair anywhere. It was the Mayor of Adelton.

“Yes sir, we have everything we could find,” the male officers nods, messing with buttons on a dashboard in front of him before three television screens light up above him. I draw my focus to what they are watching, before feeling a sense of déjà vu. It’s my dream…the one about my dad. With the pushing of a few more buttons, another image flashes onto the screens. It’s my father, teaching me how to surf…and then the third and final presentation comes into view. It was my mother, confessing to me my father’s tragic fate in all of its detail. They were watching my memories…

“Wait, rewind that part,” the mayor points to the screen. The image drags back to the moment just before my mom told me about the beach.

“Write that down – something about this place seems significant to these people.”

“But Sir, with all due respect why don’t we just dispose of her, it could draw him out, for good.” Dawn chimes in. Their blatantly little regard for my life sends a shiver down my spine.

“Because, Officer, Dean Wilkinson doesn’t break that easily. He doesn’t even know what his daughter is – that’s our leverage. We keep her alive, and we keep digging until we find the resistance. Bring her back to her cell, we’ll keep digging more tomorrow.”

“Keep digging,” he commands.

“Sir, she showed signs of struggling are you sure we should-“

“Officer, that wasn’t a suggestion it was an order. I don’t care if you bend her mind so hard she breaks. Get me the answers I need.”

“Yes sir,” the both mumble.

Within seconds I hear the sound of a door open to the left of me and tilt my head in the direction of the sound. The male Officer approaches and reaches for a syringe filled with clear liquid. He injects it into the IV fluids being pushed through my veins, and I feel myself growing tired again.

“Sweet dreams,” he snickers. It’s the last thing I hear before I am back to my unconscious state.

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Revenge

Another big brother William one shot. Enjoy.

It all started with an experiment. That was it. A harmless little test with a bit of misplaced curiosity. Neither William nor Edward realized how far it would go. It was a monday morning when it all began. Edward was passed out on the Couch, a book covering part of his face and half a blanket draped over his stomach and left leg. The rest of it had pooled on the floor in front of the sofa. The teenager snored loudly, his mouth hanging wide open. It was the only indicator that he was not as dead to the world as he appeared. His older brother watched with amusement from a short distance away. The idiot had fallen asleep researching again. This was probably the third time this week. He sighed as he walked over to his younger brother. He really had to talk to him about pushing himself too much. He would just let him sleep, but the kid had to report to the colonel’s office in roughly an hour, so he had no choice but to rouse the tired teen from his slumber and face his morning grumpiness. “Hey,” William said, roughly shaking his shoulder, “Come on, sleeping beauty. Time to get up.” Ed’s bleary eyes opened and he pulled the book off his face to glare at Will. He groaned and turned on his side. “No…” he muttered, “Need sleep. Go away.” “Sorry pipsqueak, can’t let you do that,” he said, leaning on the couch, “You gotta meet with the colonel in an hour.” Edward glared at him again before pulling the blanket over him more. “Don’t care,” he grumbled, “Sleep is more important.” William raised an eyebrow before pulling the blanket off of Edward. “Well then you should have thought of that before staying up until two in the morning researching,” he retorted, causing Ed to sit up and grimace at him. “Come on, brother,” Al said from where he was washing dishes, “Will and I made a really nice breakfast for you! It’ll get cold if you wait any longer.” Edward huffed before yawning and stretching. “Fine…” he muttered as he got to his feet and shuffled to the table, muttering as he did so. Alphonse handed him a plate of eggs and a bowl of oatmeal with honey. He mumbled a thank you to him as he started stirring the sweet, syrupy substance into the oats. His head bobbed a few times as he blinked to try and wake himself up more. “Hey Will?” he said, “Is there any coffee left from last night?” “Yes, but I warn you, it’s cold,” he said as he moved to the fridge. “Don’t care,” Ed said, not even looking up as he took the first bite of his meal, “Need caffeine.” William smiled mischievously. “Alright then,” he said as he pulled a container from the refrigerator that neither younger sibling could see the contents of it. He quickly poured it out into into a cup and handed it Edward. The boy didn’t even glance at it as he brought the cold brown liquid to his mouth as he took a sip. He immediately did a spit take as his squeezed his eyes shut in disgust. What the hell was this?! It was definitely not coffee. It tasted like chocolate, which he didn’t mind, but there was a distinctive other taste to it. One he hated above all else. “Brother? Are you alright?” Alphonse asked, worry clear in his voice, “What’s wrong?” “WHAT THE HELL?!” he cried, glaring at his brother who was snickering at his reaction, “What the heck was that for?!” “Sorry, Ed,” William said still looking very amused，“I wanted to see if you’d be willing to drink chocolate milk instead because it doesn’t taste like milk.” “Of course it still tastes like milk! It’s milk!”he said, “Just because you try to hide it behind chocolate flavoring doesn’t mean I can’t taste it! Ugh!” He brushed his tongue against his shirt sleeve, trying to rid himself of the taste. “Why did you have to do this when I was half awake of all times? That’s just mean!” “It was kind of a dirty trick, Will,” Alphonse said. “Well would you have tried it if I told you what it was?” his brother asked, pouring him a glass of actual coffee, “I don’t think so. Besides, it woke you up didn’t it?” Ed just glared at him, causing the older brother to chuckle slightly. “Alright, fine! I’m sorry,” he said, bringing the glass over to him, “Here’s your real coffee. Happy now?” “No,” Edward said, taking it from him, “I’ll get you back for this, you know.” Will rolled his eyes. “Sure you will,” he said before turning back to him with a devilish smirk, “By the way, you do know that caffeine stunts growth, right? Maybe you should cut back on the coffee.” Will snorted as he had to dodge Ed’s spoon that came flying towards him. Alphonse sighed at his brothers’ behaviours. …. Edward continued to be angry with Will all that morning, avoiding him for the most part. Will supposed he deserved it a little, but it was annoying nonetheless. Alphonse was also a bit annoyed by the situation. Ed was being a little childish over the whole situation, but he supposed half of Ed’s foul mood towards his brother was his sleep deprivation. He was being a little grumpy towards everyone to be completely honest. However, about half way through the day, Edward’s tune changed as he seemed bit more upbeat. Once he had gotten back to the dorm, Alphonse noticed a small grin never left his face, even when he was focused on research. “You seem awfully happy today brother,” he noted, “Did something happen over lunch to cheer you up?” Ed smiled wider as he looked to him. “I suppose so,” he said, “I just had a really great idea.” “Oh really?” Al said sitting up, “What was it about?” All of a sudden, William walked in, carrying the groceries in with him. The boy in the suit of armor couldn’t help but notice the mischievous glint in Edward’s eyes as he glanced at him. “You’ll see,” he said in a low voice. Alphonse couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread at that statement. “Hey Will,” he called, “How was the store?” The older blond paused as he was taken aback by Edward’s apparent change in demeanor. He blinked before smiling. Looks like he was finally over the whole chocolate milk incident. “Good,” he said, “I managed to get a few good deals on fresh vegetables, not that it matters too much considering your salary, Ed.” He then noticed there was a tea kettle on the stove. He noticed there wasn’t any steam rising from it anymore but one touch to the spout told him the tea wasn’t quite cold yet. “Hey, mind if I have some?”he asked. Alphonse saw Ed’s mouth twitch slightly before he said, “Go ahead.” The suit glanced between the kettle and Edward nervously before leaning down and hissing to him, “Ed! What did you do to the tea?!” Edward blinked up at his younger brother innocently, still smiling before sitting up. “Nothing!” he whispered, before picking up his own cup from the table, “I just wanted some tea, is that so wrong?” He then took a sip from the cup to prove his point that he didn’t tamper with the liquid. Alphonse still eyed him suspiciously before glancing back at his eldest brother with worry. William had already poured himself a cup and had grabbed two sugar packets from the container on the table before ripping them open and stirring them in. Once he had done so, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip…only to immediately spit out the drink again, sputtering and gagging to get the taste of salt off his tongue. Edward laughed in the background at his older brother’s misfortune. “What’s wrong, Will?” He sneered, “Not sweet enough for you?” William turned to glare at his little brother. “What the hell Ed!”he snapped, marching up to him, “What did you do to the tea?!” Edward gave him a faux offended look. “What?”he cried, “How could you say something like that? I did nothing to your tea!” He picked up his own glass, taking another drink. William’s eyes widened in realization before they narrowed. “You little brat!” He growled as his fists clenched, “You switched out all the sugar in the packets for salt!” Edward glared at him. “Don’t call me small!” He hissed, “And don’t get mad at me! You started this! Nots so fun getting tricked into drinking something is it?” Edward rose to his full height. The two glared at each other with equal animosity, daring the other to make the next move. “Guys! Stop this!” Al cried, moving between them, “There’s no reason to fight over this! Can’t you just call it even?” Both brothers backed off, calming down considerably. “You’re right,” William said with a sigh as he crossed his arms, “I kinda had this coming. I should just let it go.” Alphonse relaxed at his words before he suddenly smirked. “Too bad I suck at letting go of thing,” he said with a wicked smirk, “There’s no way I’m letting you get the last laugh here, Ed.” He then leaned down slightly to look Ed dead in the eye. “Prepare yourself, pipsqueak, because I’m taking your little tea stunt as a declaration of war!” “What?! No! Please tell me you aren’t serious!” Alphonse cried, but neither listened to him. Edward grinned in response, determination clear in his eyes. “Do your worst,” he responded, crossing his arms. Alphonse sighed as he looked between the two stubborn blonds, realizing there was nothing he could do. … And so the great prank war between the two commenced. It started out small with things like Ed dying William’s hair green in his sleep or William washing Ed’s white gloves with his red coat, but quickly escalated: Ed transmuting the croutons in William’s salad into baking soda so they would fizz out all over his meal when he poured vinegar over them, William filing down the platforms of Ed’s shoes so he’d lose an inch in height, Ed making all of William’s pens write only in invisible ink, William telling Armstrong that it was Ed’s birthday so he would try to hug him, and so on. After a while they seemed less like pranks and more like actual attacks in some sort of weird battle… Alphonse hoped they would stop this before it went too far, however his hopes were in vain when he came home from the library one day only to find William, looking absolutely furious, attempting to chase down his brother while only wearing a towel around his waist and he was dripping with some kind of brown substance. “GET BACK HERE RUNT!”he shouted as Ed lept over the couch and ran towards the door. William stopped before he accidentally ran out into the public hallway and glowered at Ed who was smirking evilly at him from just outside the entryway. Al glanced between them both in fear and confusion. “Stop smirking like that! It’s not funny!” He snapped. “You’re right,” Ed said with a chuckle, “It’s hilarious.” “Grrrr!” William growled, trying to grab him and pull him back in side, “Get in here, you little shrimp!” “I’m not a shrimp!” “Guys stop it!” Al finally shouted, “What on Earth has gotten into you two?!” William pointed at Edward accusingly. “The kid put gravy powder in the shower head!”he explained, “I got doused in the stuff when I turned it on and now I’ve got no way to clean it off! I’m going to smell like gravy for days! I can’t even put clothes on without getting grease all over them!” “That’s what you get for sicking the Major on me!” Ed retorted. “Oh come on, that wasn’t that bad! He probably would have hugged you anyways,” William argued, “This is far worse than that, and you know it!” “I beg to differ!” “Stop it, both of you!” Al shouted, “This is gone on long enough. Please, can’t you just and this stupid war already?” Both were silent for a moment before Will spoke up. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll end it.” Alphonse sighed in relief. “I’ll end it with one final attack.” Alphonse raised his hands in questioning and frustration. “THAT’S NOT ENDING IT!” he snapped, “That is the exact opposite of ending it!” “No it is,” William said, a devilish smile spread across his face, “Because it will be so devastating, you’ll never want to get back at me again for fear of something worse!” Al looked at his brother nervously, feeling the need to back off at his malicious look. Ed, however, merely scoffed as he smirked back. “I doubt that,” he said. “Brother! Don’t egg him on!” Al hissed to Ed. “Oh believe it,” William warned, “You’re gonna regret that little shower thing. Trust me.” He said before stalking back to the bathroom. Edward would never admit it, but he was mildly troubled by the evil look in his eyes. However, he felt if he just kept on his guard he’d be fine. And for a while he was. The days came and went and nothing seemed to happen. He kept his guard up for a full two weeks before forgetting about the silly little war, and it appeared that William had forgotten too…That was, at least until Lieutenant Colonel Hughes dropped by East City. Edward sighed as he half listened to the man rant about his family. He had been going on for a full fifteen minutes, talking about the girl’s second birthday. “Look at this one!”he said, “Look at her using the fork to eat her birthday cake! Isn’t she just adorable with that frosting on her nose?” “Yeah…Sure…” Ed said rolling his eyes. They then lit up as they caught sight of William walking towards them with a satchel. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least now he didn’t have to suffer this alone. Hughes was a great guy, but sometimes he wished he would stop his motor mouth for a bit. “William!” He called to his sibling, “Good to see you. Care to join us?” He gave his brother a pleading look. William smirked wickedly in response, which confused his younger sibling. “Oh of course,” he said, “I was actually looking for you, Hughes!” The man looked surprised while Ed furrowed his brow. What was he up too? He didn’t have time to ask, as he immediately sat down on the opposite side of Maes Hughes. “Really?”he asked, “Why was that?” “Oh I had something very special to show you,”he said, evil smirk never leaving his face, “After all, you show us so many pictures of your family I thought it was high time I showed you some of ours!” Maes gave a slightly confused but intrigued look while Ed looked alarmed. What was he talking about? What pictures? His alarm suddenly turned to horror as he saw William look him directly in the eye as he pulled out a very familiar baby blue binder. The one his mother had compiled all of his and Al’s baby photos in. “W-Where did you get that?!”he questioned, eyes fixated on it. “Oh, I just asked Pinako to send it up!”he said innocently, “She’s kept it in great condition, you know. I don’t think there’s a single one missing.” He then turned to the black haired man, “So would you like to see them?” “Oh sure!” Hughes said. “No DON’T!” Ed shouted trying to reach over the table to try and grab it. Will moved it slightly out of reach and Edward found his small body half splayed over the table. The cafeteria suddenly became silent as all eyes were on him. He glanced around and mentally cursed as the many pairs of eyes on him. Crap. If he drew too much attention to them, he’d have more than just Hughes getting a peek at those pictures. “Its there something wrong Ed?” Hughes asked, clearly worried. Ed suddenly moved back into his seat before laughing nervously. “Oh no! It’s nothing!” he said, “But William, do you really want to pull out such an…important family album on this dirty cafeteria table? The photos could get ruined.” “Nah, they’ll be fine,” he assured, “They’re all laminated. Nothing’s gonna hurt them.” Edward glared darkly at his brother as he flipped open the album. “Now let’s see…Where to begin,” he said as he flipped through it until he found a page, “Oh look! Here’s Ed when he was two! For Dad’s birthday he tried to make him a pie..out of mud. Needless to say, neither Mom nor Dad were happy when he tried to bring it inside to serve, but it’s the thought that counts.” Edward blushed furiously at this, looking away. “And here’s him when he was three!”he pointed to another picture of the little boy in oversized clothing, “He was going through a pirate phase at the time, so he decided to dress up as one. He ended up borrowing my boots and Dad’s jacket for his outfit. He couldn’t find an eyepatch so he made one for himself out of a tube sock.” Maes gave an amused look at the photo of the extremely proud looking boy with a sock tied over his eye. “Aww…” he said, “That’s adorable…” Ed on the other hand did not think so, as he was gritting his teeth, glaring daggers at his older brother. “And here’s him on his first birthday…” he pointed out the picture of the boy eating his cake, “How he got frosting in his hair I’ll never know…” Edward groaned as he continued, hiding his face in his hands. “And this is him bundled up for his first snow storm back in risembool! You can’t even see his face under all those scarves!” Maes chuckled at that, only furthering the boy’s embarrassment. This continued for what felt like hours until Ed finally couldn’t take it any more. He got up all of a sudden and marched out of the room. “Ed?” Maes asked, “Where are you going?” “Far away from here!”he growled, trying to hide his face as he was still blushing furiously. Maes raised an eyebrow as he watched him leave before turning to William in concern. “Is he all right?” he asked. “Oh he’ll be fine,” William said, a very satisfied smile on his face as he flipped to the next page. … Edward avoided his older brother all day. He didn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from punching him if he did. He couldn’t believe he had humiliated him like that. It had left him in a sour mood for the rest of the day, even after he had gotten back to the dorm. Alphonse had tried to ask him what was wrong, but he didn’t tell him. Instead he opted to pretend to do research on the couch so that no one would bother him. He had remained undisturbed until his brother came home a few hours later. He had briefly glanced up at him as he entered through the door before glowering and looking away. “Hey Ed,” he said walking up to him and sitting next to him on the couch, “How’s it going?” “How do you think, asshole?”he growled at him, “After all you did a pretty fine job of ruining my day! I hope you’re proud of yourself.” He then turned away from him. William frowned. “Really? That ruined your whole day?”he questioned. “Of course it did!” Ed cried, rounding on him, “You humiliated me with that stupid scrapbook!” William frowned slightly. “Oh. Sorry,” he responded. Ed gave him a baffled look. “Sorry?! How are you sorry?! You PLANNED this! You wanted to make fun of me in front of the other military personnel!” He roared. “Not I didn’t!” William argued, “First off, my goal was to embarrass you, not humiliate you. There’s a fine line between those things. If I wanted to humiliate you, I would have shown that album to Roy or Archer, or someone else besides the lieutenant colonel.” “And secondly,” he continued, “I wasn’t making fun of you. That was never my intention. Not for a second.” Ed gave him a confused look. “Believe it or not…All those moments I showed Hughes are actually ones I hold pretty close to my heart,” he admitted, throwing the boy off, “I adored you two back then. I still do. You and Al are some of the most important things in the world to me. I knew those things would embarrass you, but I was never trying to make fun of you.” Ed studied his brother’s expression for a moment. He couldn’t find any hint of lying but that still didn’t heal all of his hurt feelings from the situation. “Alright…” he said, “But you’re still an asshole. An evil, sadistic, asshole.” William chuckled and crossed his arms. “Fair enough,” he responded, “You can call me asshole all you want. So long as we finally drop this whole prank thing…and you admit I won.” He smirked at his brother and Ed rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he responded. William smiled before ruffling his hair, to which Ed swatted the hand away. William then got up to take a nap. Ed lied back on the couch as he decided to take one of his own. His mind felt much more at ease now that this stupid fight was over. “AHHHH!” Ed smirked, not opening his eyes as he heard the telltale sign that will had found the garter snake in his bed. Yes. Now he truly could rest easy.

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