#anyway i really came to appreciate the company afterwards because they really do be going down with the ship doing what they love i guess

[msookyspooky]

Asking Someone to be Your Valentine❤️

(Scream 1996) Everyone is 18+ in this

Tatum 🧸

- One of thee most important days to her. 1. Because she is definitely going to compare what other girls got for Valentines Day and make sure she can brag that she got something even better. 2. Because she likes heart shaped things + red and pink. 3. Because she genuinely loves an excuse to be romantic with gifts (And receiving them too)

- Is dropping hints like crazy at you and will definitely start to get an attitude if she thinks you're forgetting

- Classic gifts over anything BUT would also be okay with a more unique gift as well. A cute teddy bear, chocolate, a dozen roses, a piece of jewelry are all potential things she's lowkey expecting

- Is excitedly grinning and giving you a sassy "Took long enough" once you finally ask her to be her valentine this year. The more extravagant and romantic; the better. Like, ask her in the halls with her locker decorated and make sure everyone sees the amount of love you have for her type of energy. (She gives me Leo or Libra Venus )

- If you didn't get her a gift she will be a little bummed out. I'm sorry but bbygirl has gifts as her love language.

- If you did something really cute and a little cheesy it will make up for the lack of gifts but she'll act like it's gross even though she's still smiling and kissing you afterwards

- Depending on your relationship she most likely got you something too. It's something super intimate and probably expensive that you cannot top like an endearing and pricey necklace with both your initials. She doesn't want you to compete she's just naturally going to buy her Valentine the one thing she knows they'll swoon over.

- She fully expects, no matter what you gave her, to be taken out on a date...It's VALENTINES DAY, hello??? Wine. And. Dine. Her.

Sidney 💌

- Doesn't particularly like or hate the holiday but she thinks it's overrated and cheesy

- Is the type to spend it with friends and family just as much as her partner but is secretly waiting for her crush or partner to make the first move

- Doesn't expect much or anything at all to be honest

- She's gers more reserved and moody if it's Valentines Day or close to it and you still haven't asked her (She isn't dropping hints like Tatum either you ask or you don't but she's definitely gonna bottle it up and be upset with you if you don't)

- Is surprised when you do ask her even if you're in a relationship already. Gets the sweetest most relieved smile on her face when you do finally ask her to be your Valentine.

- If you get her the generic gift she'll just smile and thank you for it but a unique gift is what she's truly reacting to.

- She's going to really appreciate a unique gift like a music box or something sentimental with your picture on it that she can always know came from the heart

- Even if you just gave her a heartfelt poem or letter describing what she means to you; she's touched by it

- She's fine with ordering take out and just spending the day together and watching romcoms on the couch

Randy 🍫

- Acts like it's the most stupid, gross day of the year. Complains about everyone buying up every romance movie in the store and how sick he is of the decor of heart streamers everywhere and how many guys are trying to ask him the perfect movie to get her in the mood and how the horror section is untouched *goes on an hour long rant of Bela Lugosi saying it best about horror and romancing women* and swears it's a nothing but a conspiracy for capitalist companies to profit

- Not even 5 minutes after complaining is asking whoever he's talking to "So anyways, what do you think I should get YN?"

-Nervous af to ask you and got you the most basic cheesy traditional valentine's day gift simply because he's afraid he'll scare you off getting something too niche unless you're dating

- Isn't expecting anything from you because he's honestly scared you won't say yes to begin with (Unless you're already in a relationship but he still doesn't expect anything. He's just grateful you're with him.)

- If you're not dating; He's stunned if you got him a gift and asked him because...WHAT- You are asking him?...For real? Not as a joke? Seriously, you're asking him?-

- If you're dating he's still smiling and flabbergasted you got him something. Would appreciate any gift and probably never got a romantic gift in his life from anyone. So it doesn't matter if it's candy or a stuffed animal (If you don't get that boy a horror themed stuffie istg or a t shirt with horror movies on it or something) Something as simple as a card with a single rose will have him smitten with you even more than he already is

- Probably won't watch a horror movie on Valentines Day with you even if he secretly wants to. He'll take you to a small diner or small casual restaurant and then go see the latest movie you want to see at the local theater

- HOWEVER if you insist on seeing My Bloody Valentine with him at home and order pizza he'll be in love with you

Billy 🌹

- Hates the holiday. Tries to ignore it as much as he can before he realizes it's impossible with his feelings towards you.

- If he has a crush on you he's actually fucking awful at flirting. He's comparing you to a horror movie character as a compliment "I was watching the exorcist and it got me thinking of you" headass. So I can guarantee you you won't know if he likes you or not while Stu is dogging him for being awful at sending hints. He's relied on his pretty privilege his whole life; he has no idea what he's doing otherwise

- If you're already dating its easier to know he cares but also not because he naturally assumes you already know you're his so why make a big deal about Valentines Day? He'd be the type to panick because at the last minute Stu is like "What the fuck is wrong with you, man??? Go get them a stuffed animal or something before it's too late!" so he gets you the most cheesy traditional gift like a stuffie dog that says 'I ruff you'....It's okay, you can laugh together. He knows it sucks.

- He does seem the type though that if you REALLY spelled it out for him that you wanted to celebrate Valentines Day he'd make the most sentimental gift. Like made you something with your pictures together or a locket with a picture of you both or something very intimate like that.

- Doesn't expect a gift but is stunned when you get him one. Definitely acts nonchalant but secretly keeps it forever as a keepsake to remind him of you.

- If it's a crush and you're not dating he's asking you to talk in private and then asking you. He'd probably have his hands in his pocket the entire time asking in that monotoned voice he gets because he's nervous and trying to play it off like he's nonchalant about it. He might even have a single rose or note he's going to just drop in your lap and walk away while everyone around you is oohing and awing at that. It's not ACTUALLY because he's cool like everyone thinks it's because he's awkward af and would rather play it aloof than to embarrass himself trying to flirt and ask you around ppl

- If he asks you to be his Valentine in a relationship or as a crush; it's for you to hear and only you. He's not showy or into broadcasting his feelings for you in public simply because he feels that's something only people that have to prove something to everyone will do and he has nothing to prove. And he's embarrassed by it but won't admit it

- As for celebrating the actual day he probably wanted to watch horror like Randy but decided he could just watch it at home later. Instead he would definitely take you someplace private to star gaze or he actually took you to some private area he made to hang out and it's probably decorated with candlelight and everything too. He IS romantic he just isn't very charming about it if that makes sense

- He seems like the type to secretly expect you to put out with the effort he gave and would try it but if you didn't want to he wouldn't push. He'd act like it's cool even if he is lowkey moody about it afterwards. He'll get over it but he's still got toxic tendencies.

- If you know he's GF he definitely asked if he could kill someone you don't like as a gift. If you don't know, he is calling you with the GF voice changer and flirting with you hardcore over the phone. It's like an alter ego that boosts his confidence for sure. If you're already dating its totally him testing you to see if you tell him you have a boyfriend. But regardless he's still flirting and you might even realize it's him afterwards not relating that voice changer to GF kills YET.

Stu 🫀

- He likes the holiday because he can get laid and if he has a crush on someone he is going to like it even more!

- He's 'the man' in any relationship so he truly does not expect you to do anything for the holiday except reward him

- He's a giant kid underneath it all so he will be the type to act like he doesn't know when Valentines Day is or to purposely act like he'll ask someone else to get a rise out of you bc being like 'surprise! What? You thought I was forreal?" is just too exciting to pass up for him even if it's toxic af

- If you get him a gift he's flattered. However, you also don't realize what you just did. He is just going to go above and beyond to 'thank you' by getting you the most elaborate gift.

- Gets you the BIGGEST stuffed animal you've ever seen or the MOST roses in a bouquet you've laid eyes on or whatever else is a traditional gift but big and huge and loud just to outshine anything else anyone could get you in the past or future.

- Don't expect too unique or sentimental of a gift it's not that he doesn't care as much as he thinks you wouldn't want something like that so he doesn't even consider it. He thinks everybody wants as shallow and crude of gifts as he does. Bigger, shinier, more brag worthy; the better.

- If you know he's GF....Oh boy, he definitely considered a bloody heart of someone you hate in a candy box...Please give hints you would NOT like that or it might happen

- If you don't know he's GF his is showing up at your house, someones blood to write a Valentines message for you on something, scaring the shit out of you with the outfit and knife even if he's not hurting you and then showing up suspiciously quick to comfort you and tell you he's there to protect you. I wouldn't put it past him to taste the blood and lie and say 'See? It's corn syrup. Some guy with a crush is fucking with you' bc you would never expect him of lying or being so sadistic...You poor naive dumby.

- Is all over you all day long he's handsy anyways but Valentines Day has him even more in the mood for touching you

- In a relationship he expects lingerie and even bought you some. Sadly expect him to throw a baby fit if you don't model it for him that very night and demonstrate how easily it comes off too.

- Takes you out, dines you at a decently nice restaurant and then took a walk with you before taking you home. The boy is suave in a boy next door kind of way

Bonus:

Dewey

- He thinks the holiday is special and puts a lot of emphasis on it. The man is so sweet. He can be a bit confused but in an endearing way <3 So if he has a crush on you or in a relationship; he definitely doesn't forget Valentines Day but he does overcomplicate it.

- With a crush on you, he's surprisingly forward and honest with flirting with you. It's nothing that's crude but it is smooth enough to make you feel bashful at how honestly he admires you. "Gosh, you're beautiful/handsome." Would come out of his mouth in the most awestruck way that makes you whole heartedly beileve anything he says

- In a relationship he does shower you in compliments but sometimes he gets so stuck in his own head or his job that it consumes him. You might even be sad that he'll forget Valentines Day bc it seems like he's ignoring you

- When in actuality, he's so in his head thinking bc he's going above and beyond to make the upcoming day perfect

- As a crush he just asks you with a shy smile and probably has a bouquet he got you of a bunch of different flowers, not just roses bc he 'wants to know your favorite'

- In a relationship, especially your first Valentines, he goes all out...The man is stressing himself out entirely too much. Be prepared for a burnt dinner he made, rose petals to the bedroom with candles but hot wax got all over the floor that he now has to clean up, the wine bottle fell on the floor and shattered everywhere, and this poor thing is clutching his head wanting to almost cry at how much he 'screwed up' a special day he tried so hard to make memorable. if you don't love him and tell him it's okay istg I'll find you

- You both spend it cleaning everything up and going out to eat somewhere or getting take out

Gale

- Doesn't necessarily love the holiday. In fact, she finds it annoying. However, she also uses it as an excuse to spoil you so she tolerates it.

- This woman does not play around with anything. If she has a crush on you she is making it known. If you're in a relationship, she already has the day planned out but expects effort from you too. She ain't no simp she takes as much as she gives.

- As a crush, she bought a very luxurious suit or dress for you and surprises you with it. When you ask why; she tells you she's taking you to the ritzious place outside of town.

- If you're already in a relationship I wouldn't put it past her to book a trip for the entire Valentines Weekend like you're on a honeymoon or something

- The only way she wouldn't spoil you with her wealth as a famous journalist is if you refused it (Like Dewey did I'm sure) and then she actually has no idea what to do... She's AWFUL with emotions. Buying ppl things is the easiest way for her to say 'I love you' so what the hell is she supposed to do if you don't accept lavish gifts????

- She'd be determined to woo you though. It's Gale Weathers; no challenge is too much. Even if it drives her crazy in the meantime.

- She buys lingerie for herself regularly so it's nothing for her to be laying in bed with a new set on her body. Expect a new piece and her body sprawled out on your bed later ~

- She stressed herself out making a private venue with lights, music, wine glasses on a patio. It works but just know she cursed out every light trying to string them up.

- If you tell her then she would try to be more intouch with her softer side for you even if it's not easy.

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #randy meeks #scream hc #scream headcanon #scream headcanons #dewey riley #gale weathers

[yaimlight]

Rating: T

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

A/N: for Doha. Thank you

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series

Katsuki stared out across the vast amount of lush green grass and papyrus plants, the calm blue waters of the river gently lapping at the jetty he was standing on. It was still hot, even though the sun was on its way back down again, beginning to turn the cloudless sky a brilliant mix of reds, oranges and pinks. He had learnt his first day here though that the heat didn’t disappear with the sun, the night’s still a sticky 29 degrees even now in October. It made sleep difficult, especially with three of them in the bed and the only way of cooling down in their glorified shack was an ancient looking fan that just seemed to move the hot sticky air around. He had taken to sleeping in the middle, pressed up against Shoto’s right side and with you against his back, the borrowed quirk making your entire body cold enough that Katsuki hardly felt the heat. So, what if he woke up shivering some mornings, it was better than waking up in a puddle of his own highly flammable sweat. Anyway, he only had one more night of the heat and sweat and bloody bugs to put up with and then you would all be on a plane back home and back to your normal lives.

One more night.

And what a night it was going to be.

“Why are you hiding out here?” The wooden decking creaked under Shoto’s light footsteps, the old wood protesting against the added weight. It held though, the gentle creaking blending in perfectly with the sounds of crickets and bugs along with the ever so slight rustle of a warm and gentle breeze. “I ain’t hiding,” Katsuki sighed, “just thinking is all.” A gentle hum came from behind, closer than before and somehow sounding sceptical of his words. Katsuki was not hiding. He wasn’t. He just needed some time to himself, to make sure that this was what he really wanted for himself and for them. The answer had been the same as it had been every time since the three of you had decided on this stupid and somewhat dangerous plan. That should worry him, how easy it had been to choose you two over everything he had worked so hard for but it didn’t because it had been an easy choice to make and Katsuki was pretty sure if given the chance he would have made the same choice time and time again.

“Nervous?” Shoto asked, his calm and monotone voice now directly behind him. Katsuki could feel the cold radiating out of the other man, the sudden icy chill a welcome feeling on his hot and sticky back. Katsuki would have hugged the other man if he could, pressing up against his colder side and burying his head in the crock of his neck just to get some relief from the damned heat but that sort of behaviour wasn’t tolerated here and Katsuki really didn’t feel like getting chucked into an Egyptian prison for however long it took his lawyers to get him out. “No,” he said truthfully, “ain’t got anything to be nervous about.” It wasn’t a complete lie. In regards to what they were about to do, Katsuki wasn’t nervous at all. No, it was what would happen afterwards, when they got back home that worried him and Katsuki really didn’t like feeling like he wasn’t in control of a situation.

Shoto sighed, stepping in closer. There was a rustle of fabric, his linen shirt being gently moved out the way only to be followed by the shockingly cold press of Shoto’s hand against the small of Katsuki’s back. “Shit,” Katsuki hissed, arching his back away from the touch on instinct. He didn’t demand that Shoto stop though, quickly pressing back into the gentle but confident touch and moaning appreciatively. Long, dexterous fingers danced up his back, the ice covered digits chasing away the pinpricks of heat that had his shirt clinging to him. “Fuck that feels good,” Katsuki groaned, sinking back into the other man and letting the cold seep into his too hot skin. Shoto laughed gently, Katsuki able to feel the low rumble of it at his back. It was nice, just standing watching the sun set with Shoto at his side, the two of them content in the moment and what it meant for them. Shame Shoto couldn’t keep his mouth shut and let things go. “If you are not nervous then why are you scowling at the sun like it has personally offended you?”

Katsuki groaned at the question. He stepped forward, not enough to put a lot of distance between them but enough for Shoto’s hand to slide out from under Katsuki’s shit and fall limply at his side. He didn’t try to step into Katsuki’s space, respecting the distance he had put between them and Katsuki was grateful for that. If they were going to have this conversation now then he couldn’t have Shoto touching him. It was too much of a distraction and Katsuki wanted a clear head for this, hopeful that he wouldn’t mess it all up and ruin what the three of you had fought so hard for.

“Ain’t, you worried?” Katsuki asked, his eyes fixed on the swaying reeds on the other side of the river. “About what?” Katsuki didn’t need to be looking at Shoto to know his head was tilted to the side slightly, his brows furrowed in confusion. Of course he wouldn’t be worried, he probably hadn’t even thought about the consequences of their actions but Katsuki had and though he had no intention of backing out now he couldn’t help that small little slither of worry that nagged at him, making him unable to forget what could happen to them once they got home. “About what’s goanna happen when we get back home?” Katsuki questioned. There was silence, just the gentle sounds of the world around him for a long few seconds and Katsuki thought that he would never get an answer but then there came a sigh, the floorboards creaking again.

Shoto stepped up next to him this time, the two of them standing side by side and looking out over the river. “No,” Shoto said simply, and Katsuki felt his shoulders sag slightly. He had been expecting that and yet he was still strangely disappointed by the answer. He had been hoping to find that his own concerns were mirrored by the other man or that he would at least be able to ease Katsuki’s worries with a few gentle words but instead all he had gotten was a simple one word answer that didn’t really mean anything to Katsuki. It didn’t help him at all, leaving Katsuki feeling a little lost and alone in his worry and that was not a feeling he was used to.

“Why would I be worried with you and Y/N by my side?” Katsuki's head snapped to the side. Shoto was already looking at him, mismatched eyes open and honest. It was a simple concept, even a slightly childish way of looking at their situation but Katsuki could see that Shoto believed in what he was saying, like it didn’t matter what happened as long as the three of them stuck together. Katsuki wished he could see it that way. He did but he had seen what media pressure and public opinion did to the relationships of those that were in the public eye, hell it had even happened to them before. It was never them though, never him and Shoto that took the brunt of it when the public's opinion turned.

It had taken almost a year for your ranking to recover after Endeavor leaked your sealed personnel files and the world learned who and what you had been before being granted a heroes licence. Even then it had still been a struggle and there were still people out there who campaigned for your firing and re-imprisonment, constantly hounding you with their hate and small mindedness. Then there was the whole mess when the three of you had rather publicly been found out, everyone jumping to the conclusions that you were playing them both. Even with the publicity stunt you three had pulled they had still come after you, still treated you like a villain and that was before they had even known you had been one. The point was that history had a habit of repeating itself and though he and Shoto would most likely end up with a fine and a stern telling off you would probably lose your job and as much as Katsuki loved you he wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for taking that away from you. Not after you had worked so hard to prove what you were capable of.

Shoto must have been able to see Katsuki’s worry and fear in his eyes, sighing softly as he tipped his head slowly to one side. Katsuki knew that now was a rubbish time to be falling into a guilt ridden panic like this and he had no intention of getting cold feet and making a run for it but he couldn’t stop the reality of it all sinking in and taking a firm grip on his mind. “We talked about this,” Shoto mumbled, turning his body towards Katsuki instead of awkwardly straining his neck. “I know,” Katsuki huffed in frustration. They had been over this, several times at this point and you were adamant that he was overreacting, insistent that you would be able to withstand whatever the repercussions of your actions were. “This was never the life I was supposed to have,” you had insisted when he had first brought it up, “and I am grateful for every moment I have had as a hero but if the choice was between you and Shoto or a stupid bit of plastic that said I could use my quirk to help people then I would chose the two of you every time.” Katsuki had known you loved him, but listening to you declare it so openly and honestly whilst looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars had almost been too much, making him feel both elated and undeserving of your devotion all at once.

It was the same argument, again and again, and neither of them seemed to be taking it seriously so he had no choice but to be the one left shouldering all the worry and responsibility. It was all well and good making declarations of love and devotion now but what about a year from now? Six months? Hell even six weeks from now when you were jobless and they had lost all their sponsorships and couldn’t afford their bills and everything they had worked so hard for was crumbling away beneath them. What then? What would they do then when that little niggling feeling of regret and resentment started to grow and what had once been love turned into something ugly and angry?

“Stop,” Shoto snapped, pulling Katsuki out of his spiralling thoughts before he really could make an ass of himself and call this whole thing off. He didn’t want that, didn’t regret what they were going to do here today and all he was doing was making things worse for all of them, overthinking and dragging up issues that had already been dealt with. Shit. Maybe he was spending too much time with Deku, the nerd's neurosis starting to rub off on him. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand up to rub at his eyes. What was wrong with him? He had been acting like a complete moron since the three of you had come up with his hairbrained plan and it was only getting worse.

Cold fingers wrap around his, pulling Katsuki’s hand away from his eyes. Mismatched eyes were already staring back at him when Katsuki blinked his eyes open, not a trace of anger or annoyance in them. Just concern and understanding. “It’s fine,” Shoto said flatly and Katsuki huffed, nodding his head once in a sharp and jerky motion. It didn’t feel fine but then this wasn’t something Katsuki had ever thought he would be doing. When he had been a snot nosed little brat planning out his life this hadn’t been part of his plan, hadn’t even crossed his mind. He hadn’t had the time or the desire to make space in his life for a relationship let alone two of them and yet here he was, his life and heart tangled up with two idiots who he was willing to change his previously ridged and iron clan plan for. Maybe Mina was right, he had gone soft.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, both of them just staring out across the river and its lush green banks. Everything was so still and calm yet not, the air alive with the sounds of birds and crickets and the rustle of reeds in the ever so slight breeze. “Things will be difficult for a while.” Katsuki’s eyes darted to the side at the sudden words from Shoto but he was still focused on the horizon before them, never once looking at Katsuki as he spoke in the same flat and monotone voice as always. “We all know the risks and no one more so than Y/N. Yes, people will judge us but when have you ever cared what other people think?” He turned to look at Katsuki then, his mismatched eyes clear and piercing as he stared down at him.

Katsuki stared back at him, the other man's words sinking in slowly. Shoto was right, Katsuki never had cared about what other people thought before. They were extras, background characters in his, their, story. Katsuki never had put any stock in what others thought and he shouldn’t, not really because they just didn’t matter. As long as the three of them were happy that should be all that mattered, right? Their friends and family accepted them, well the ones that mattered anyway and that should be the end of it but this was different. It was one thing to publicly commit to a polyamorous relationship it was a completely different and somewhat illegal thing to run off to a foreign country and get married. God, the old hag was going to kill him when she found out.

“I don’t,” Katsuki insisted, a slight edge of desperation to his voice. “I just,” Katsuki paused, eyes flickering to the side and the two men stood inside the cotton draped gazebo behind them, not wanting them to hear their conversation. They seemed to be deep in conversation themselves, neither of them paying him or Shoto any attention. “I don’t want this to ruin us Sho,” Katsuki finally whispered, that stupid nickname slipping out without Katsuki even meaning to. Shoto smiled, soft and reassuring as he looked at Katsuki like he was an adorable idiot. He wasn’t either of those things and Katsuki found himself scowling at the other man.

“The only thing this is going to ruin is your reputation, especially when people find out you are the one getting emotional,” Shoto deadpanned. “Fuck off,” Katsuki grumbled, shoving the other man away from. Shoto laughed, the sound light and playful and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile back, the tension in his chest easing slightly. He really was being an idiot, wasn’t he. The three of them had gone through so much throughout their lives and they had overcome every obstacle and hardship that had been thrown at them so why would this be any different? As cliche and sappy as it sounds they did have each other, an unstoppable force in the face of all the bullshit the world had to offer and all the bullshit Katsuki was currently trying to make them suffer through.

Sighing, Katsuki turned back to look at the river, letting the silence stretch out between them. Maybe it is his own inadequacies. Maybe he’s still stuck in his and Shoto’s old kitchen feeling lost and unworthy as you open up your bruised and battered heart to them. Maybe he’s just an idiot getting cold feet before making one of the biggest decisions of his life. Whatever it is his fear is real though, the worry that one day you or Shoto will wake up and realise that this thing between the three of you just wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it. Shoto was right, there would be backlash for this that none of you would be able to escape it but that didn’t change the fact that this was going to make him really fucking happy and that should be enough, shouldn’t it? The three of you happy and together, bound in a way that he had never thought would be possible. God, Shoto was right about that too, Katsuki was being the emotional one. Their publicist would have a field day if he ever found out.

“Idiot,” Katsuki finally mumbled, breaking the peaceful silence between them and nudging the other man with his shoulder. “Ummmm,” Shoto hummed softly, the sound almost lost in the gentle rustle of wind through the tall grass. Katsuki turned his head to look at him, sucking in a breath as he finally took in the man standing next to him. He looked stunning, what with the reds and yellows of the sunset behind him and highlighting his deceptively delicate features. His hair had been braided on either side of his hair, the red and white strands twisted together into a bun at the back with a few loose strands hanging down by his eyes and fluttering in the breeze. His outfit was the same as Katsuki’s, a loose fit white linen shirt with loose cream slacks and tan loafers. He looked like he had just walked off the cover of some shit romance novel and Katsuki hated the fact that it was kind of doing it for him. Katsuki hadn’t been too happy about the horribly casual outfits but now he was glad you had won that argument. He couldn’t imagine how hot he would have been if he had worn the three piece suit that he had originally wanted to.

Shoto turned to look at him, smiling softly at the blonde and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Your idiot,” Shoto said, nudging Katsuki back with his shoulder. Katsuki liked the sound of that, of Shoto being his, the both of you actually and soon enough that would be true. They would have a little bit of paper that tied the three of you together legally. Well, he and Shoto to you anyway and only legal in a handful of places. It was a start though and as soon as they found somewhere that allowed it he would be the first one to drag Shoto in front of whatever religion toting priest, rabbi or Sharman that was willing to do it. “Yeah, you are,” Katsuki stated, watching Shoto’s smile get just that little bit bigger.

Movement out the corner of his eye had Katsuki’s head snapping to the side, just in time to see a small boat rounding the corner of the river, the wooden vessel gliding effortlessly across the calm waters. “Show time,” Katsuki said, nodding towards the approaching boat, his heart fluttering and he licked nervously at his dry lips. Shoto’s head instantly snapped round, mismatched eyes practically sparkling as they watched the thing inch closer. Taking a deep breath Katsuki stood up straighter, readying himself for what was to come. He was a mix of conflicting emotions, both nervous and excited for what they were about to do and growing increasingly impatient now that you were so close.

“Come on,” Katsuki grabbed Shoto’s wrist as he turned, pulling him behind him as he made his way back down the jetty and towards the two men waiting for them inside the gazebo. It was all pleasant smiles and encouraging words as the registrar got them into position, Katsuki and Shoto on either side of the makeshift aisle that the attendant was quickly marking out with a scattering of white and pink rose petals. He was talking, probably reminding them of how the ceremony would go but Katsuki wasn’t listening. Instead he was staring intently at the petals and fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.

Katsuki didn’t get nervous, not ever but he had to admit that what he was feeling now came pretty damned close. His palms were starting to sweat, his heart rate picking up and there was a weird fluttering in his stomach that had him questioning his breakfast choice that morning. He was excited and anxious, all his worries and fears for the future rearing their ugly heads again. What if this all blows up in their faces? What if when all was said and done and the dust had settled the very thing that was supposed to bring you closer ended up driving you further apart? There were so many things that could go wrong for the three of you and Katsuki wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the fall out.

A cold hand grabbed hold of his, squeezing gently and pulling Katsuki away from his spiralling thoughts. He looked up from where he had been staring unseeingly at the rose petals to find Shoto smiling reassuringly at him. His grip tightened slightly on Katsuki’s hand and the blonde let go of the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. The other man grounded him, keeping him in the moment and reminding him why he was doing this. Reminding him why he wouldn’t regret those two little words that he had been dreaming of saying since they had decided on this.

There came the sound of waves lapping at wood followed by the dull thud of something hitting the jetty. Katsuki’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, his heart falling silent as he listened for that first tentative step. There was a creak of wood, the sharp click of heels and they both turned to look at the women who had stepped out onto the jetty.

You were beautiful.

It was the first time either of them had seen you in your dress, the underlayer a light cream with a white leaf embossed lace over the top. It had a plunging neckline with wide straps and a belt holding the many layers of fabric together at your waist. With the golden loral sat atop your head, glinting in the dimming sunlight it made you look like a goddess, long forgotten and yet still stunningly powerful. You stood smiling at them, clutching a simple bouquet of papyrus grass, pink lotus and their leaves and Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to look away. Vaguely he was aware of the flash and click of a camera going off but it did nothing to distract him from the moment. So this was what Eijiro had meant when he and Pinkie got married. The world really did move in slow motion that first time you got to see the person you loved at the end of the aisle.

“You ready?” Shot whispered from beside him. It broke the moment, everything seeming to speed up around them to catch up to reality. Katsuki shifted his hand, lacing his and Shoto’s fingers together. “Yeah,” Katsuki said, “I’m ready.” Katsuki was ready for whatever the world would throw their way, ready to take that next step with you and Shoto. Katsuki loved you, the both of you and he could think of no one else he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

Until death did you part.

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[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 6, 2021 12:00 a.m. shannon's house

[colm] all things considered, i think that went very well. and it looks nice in here even though we have only furniture for two rooms!

[shannon] i agree! good job, lads. and thank you to my mom and uncle paddy who left for the hotel room before we could offer dinner. now onto fixing the white paint nightmare!

[grant] let me know when you're down to repaint or wallpaper stuff! i'd be happy to come help. this purple wallpaper is a dream and it'd be my honor to help restore this place.

[colm] that's the spirit, baby!

[shannon] we'll start soon surely! we already have some samples picked out to look through. maybe we'll look for wallpaper as well. and maybe we need a ladder.

[colm] not if grant is offering his services.

[grant] it's me, your favorite tall bitch!

[shannon] no, no, you're right! no ladder. not when my cousin is a giant. well, grant, if you're interested...we would really appreciate it.

[grant] no problem! i kind of love painting anyway. it's super relaxing.

[shannon] you mean you don't just like snorting the chemicals?

[grant] paint is nowhere near as good as coke and besides, i gave up that life!

[colm] is that why you have a bit of a tic where your nose twitches all the time?

[grant] oh shit, do i?

[shannon] it’s mild! no one would ever notice except for the people who knew you had a raging cocaine addiction!

[grant] so, like, everyone?

[colm] well, i had no idea you did coke!

[grant] buddy, i did everything in college except meth and the kitchen sink.

[shannon] thank you for never doing meth!

[grant] you’re welcome! i should congratulate myself, too.

[colm] and what do you mean by everything?

[grant] why? you need to know for your grocery list?

[colm] fuck off HAHA

[grant] let's just say if you can name it, i definitely used it. repeatedly.

[colm] you know, you are the most interesting man i've ever met.

[grant] thank you! i'm glad you married my cousin. your company is enjoyable.

[shannon] i'm glad your batshit crazy parents decided to produce a decent child, grant. colm, i'm glad we ended up on take me out at the same time. and for me, i'm glad i'm back from ireland again.

[shannon] by the way, grant, i think i should take my turn acting like you. i feel bad accepting or even thinking about accepting your help. i know, i know, i just said thanks for the painting offer but, like, you're being too kind. don't you have better things to do?

[grant] nah, not really. i don't have much of anything going on. not after i lost one job, manically quit another because i hated it, and broke up with päivi. i'd love to do anything that keeps me around people i like and stops me from thinking about, um, things.

[shannon] wait a minute. when the fuck did the break up happen?

[grant] like days before your grad party. technically. officially, it was afterwards, but really it was before.

[shannon] oh my god. i thought you were set for life with her! what happened? actually, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. either way, i'm so sorry. are you okay?

[grant] she cheated on me. and yes, i think i'm okay. i've had time to process it and come to terms with it. i mean, okay, i'm not okay, but i will be. i'm too stubborn to fully lose my shit over her when worse has happened to me.

[colm] oh fuck her!

[shannon] she cheated on you?!

[grant] with one of her friends who came to visit back in march! her fucking mall santa friend! i'm sorry, by my standards that’s a shitty, low, childish thing to point out but like? hello? santa!?

[shannon] oh so now if i ever see the blonde bimbo again, i have to kill her.

[colm] i'd say the same exact thing except it’s not right for a large white man to use those words. so i'll just say “fuck her” again.

[shannon] i am going to kill her. you know i would kill for you, right?

[grant] oh, i know you would. and let it be known i would defend you with my life also. but anyway, i appreciate the concern but you don’t have to fight her or even hate her. it’s fine. i genuinely think i got enough closure to try and move on and heal.

[shannon] have you considered i want to hate her? i don’t care who it is, no one messes with my family members. she will feel every bit of the rage stored in all four feet and eleven inches of my body.

[grant] did you just use the inferior imperial system of measurement?

[shannon] unfortunately i slipped up and did...but hey! no changing topics!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #ts4 screenshots #hlcn: everything the stars promised #tw drug mention #shannon playing out one of the best tropes <3 small person goes to bat for gentle giant #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: colm #hlcn: shannon #hlcn: grant

[ocean-anchored]

November 23, 23... continued

Saturday evening I went to Grape Fest with Sasha which was also really fun. It was super busy but we had a good time & some good laughs, I enjoy her company a lot, she's a good one. Sunday I went to a new church. I was a bit nervous but I'm glad I went. A girl my age sat beside me & we ended up talking afterwards, I asked if she needed prayer & we exchanged prayer requests & numbers. Later I met up with Daniel at Courtyard for a beer & then we went for nearly a 2 hour walk. It was pretty nice, he's really genuine & intentional. We had really great conversation about life & ended up getting pretty vulnerable. He's a good guy & I'm glad to have him as a friend. Monday I ended up going to Okotoks because Ed canceled our meetings. I told Danny I forgave him which was nice, we hugged it out & its in the past. This guy Braeden works there, I know he's just a young kid but damn he's nice to look at. I went to Anneriekes for late birthday dinner & visit with J. It was good but always all about Steve. It was nice to hear the update at least but man, it's like you try to keep her at arms length but after that night she's texted me like 5 times, sent me a bunch of stuff on IG it's just a lot. I feel bad but I just got to watch myself & my time. Tuesday night I went for sushi with Kamber - finally met up with her since like 3 months ago. I really love that girl too, she's so sweet & we always have such a great time. I'm really glad to have met her & our friendiversary is coming up too in January so I need to find that out. Yesterday I essentially got off for the week since it's US thanksgiving. I had a meeting & cleaned the house etc. Zack started texting me a bunch again. I really did plan to never talk to him again, but I was worried about him again... we ended up talking, went to nose hill & just had a brief talk. I could see it in his eyes. I understand his pain. I understand how much he doesn't want to live like this. It really saddens me. I stood my ground though & my boundary was clear. He knows if he does something again that I'm blocking his number 100% & he will never hear from me again. I think he gets it but who knows. I wonder why I do this. He's my kryptonite. He's that one person that could treat me horribly & I will always come back because I fell so hard. I find him so attractive that I can't not look at him. I hate it. I hate what he does to me, how he makes me feel. But I will keep my stance & I will protect myself. I deserve more & i deserve better, I know. Then Shane came over & we played some switch games. It was nice, chill. He bought me a vegas knights toque & signed Marchessau jersey. I was beside myself.. He does too much. He's too kind. I feel like I trust him but I don't want to hurt him & I know I'm in no place to be seeing anyone anyways, nor do I even want to. He's a good friend though, really does respect my boundaries which I appreciate. Anyways - that's all for now. Im heading out for dinner at the Keg and have a massage tomorrow morning. I'm becoming happier. I'm reading more, including an audio book. I'm spending more time on myself & my self care. Spending more time with nova going out, eating cleaner & have been exercising & working out a lot more, been essentially every day for just over a week now so I'm feeling pretty good again.

#personal #dear future self #life update #dearfutureself #monthly update

[go-go-girl]

so okay I was going to draw fallout 3 fanart but instead i made this ._.

#right get it because im from virginia and fallout 3 takes place a few miles away from where i was born so :)) #pixelart #SO ONE TIME i was you know trollin the internet like i always do and i was in this chat with this guy right? never spoke to him before but i #was like trolling about bethesda and whatever and he was like ya im todd howard im like thinking (nah no youre not i roleplay too bro) but i #went along with it and this fuggggkeeen guy he was like yeah man the company used to be so small i cant believe it and asking me if ive read #you know the lorebooks like WHOO reads the lorebooks (sometimes i do but) but yeah they really knew the lorebooks and the different versions #of the lorebooks and THAT really kinda ticked me because from game to game if i read one lorebook i dont bother reading it in another game #other than to get the skillup right? so ahh???? im thinking like (wait is this guy for real ???) and they were really reminiscent of 90s #gamemaking and stuff and i was like yeah so youve played redguard HUH?? and they were like yeah i designed redguard and i was like #im being trolled man this guy is trolling me so i asked him about the dialogue tree because barely no one knows what i mean by that and #they were like yeah :D it was fun to make i mean morrowind was a bit of a downgrade and im just like ??? #im still freaked out about that convo because i was trying to chat up this other chick and then i find either th or some dedicated rper i #i just idk i have no where to post this #anyway i really came to appreciate the company afterwards because they really do be going down with the ship doing what they love i guess #i wish their engine wasnt so buggy tho #and also i wish the writing didnt feel like it was written by a drunk 10 year old #i forgot to add the reason im on the fence like is this guy legit because he was like wait are you even old enough to play these games bec #because i type like im on speed like a 13 year old or something; but like most people are like ya i played gta when i was 9 or w/e #so being asked if im even old enough to play these games im like >:l #NO ONE DOES THAT #also they were like really like LIKE THEY WERE DEAD SERIOUS i was trying to make jokes like you know the usual memes and every time #id get shut down like THEY were DEAD seRIoUssssss #anyway yeah bye

[helloalycia]

⇇ chapter eight ⇇

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⇉ chapter ten ⇉

author’s note: i apologise in advance 😬

Spending my week with Natalia was like being in a daydream, which I was all too familiar with so I recognised the feeling immediately. Constantly feeling like everything wasn't real, being on cloud nine, expecting something to come tumbling down because it was too good to be true.

But it didn't come tumbling down. It was the best week of my life.

We did a bunch of stuff, exploring New York City even though she'd no doubt done every single thing before since she'd lived here for over a decade. But she treated everything like it was a first, and I appreciated the effort she was going through to make sure I enjoyed my time here.

Yelena joined in, too, sometimes, since I missed her just as much as Nat, but we never told her about whatever this thing was between us. Something told me she knew anyway though – she wasn't dumb, and she was awfully accommodating when it came to letting Nat and I spend time alone. The Yelena I knew would be making us feel awkward and embarrass us, but she wasn't, which made me think she must have been on board... Whatever it was, whether she knew or not, I was grateful because she gave Nat and I enough space to make the most of my week here.

We – Nat and I – didn't talk about whatever would come afterwards, when I'd have to go back home. We simply enjoyed each other's company without worrying about being punished or found out. It was everything I'd ever wanted with her back in the Red Room, and it was so easy to fall back into it with her, being by her side, letting myself feel. She had that effect on me, I guess.

Unfortunately, as easy as it was to get attached to her, the quicker the week went by. And on the day before I would be leaving, all I could think about was not having her near me anymore.

We were at Central Park near a stream, feeding some ducks with some duck feed we'd bought from a vendor. It was a beautiful day and probably the best thing to do as a final activity, but it was hard to enjoy when the thought of having to leave was looming over me.

Nat must have noticed I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, as she nudged me in the arm slightly, earning my attention.

"What's wrong?" she asked, whilst throwing food into the water beside me.

I exhaled slowly, wondering if I was being silly. I'd managed without her for so long, I knew I didn't need her. I was my own person. I was happy.

But she was addicting. She made everything better, brighter, amazing. And I finally had her back, how I'd always wanted her. Maybe I was being silly, but only for her.

"Would you like to come back to England with me?" I asked, knowing how insane I sounded.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised at my question, and paused from throwing food into the water. I then realised just what I'd asked and swallowed hard, beginning to backtrack.

"You can say no, obviously. I just–" I sucked up a breath subtly. "I really liked this whole week. Being with you. It's kind of like the only thing missing. And I'm happy to maintain whatever this is from long distance, but I thought I'd ask."

She was chewing on her lip as I spoke, then let it go as she looked down with a tilted head. "Come back with you to do what? Live with you?"

When she said it aloud, it sounded so stupid. And so I looked down too, nervously answering, "Yes. If you'd like that. But again, obviously you can say no. I know you're busy with helping Yelena and that's fine, too."

She didn't answer straight away, and I wondered if she was thinking that this was too soon. Personally, I didn't think it was since we'd known each other for so long, but maybe she didn't feel the same. Plus, normal life wasn't her cup of tea, she'd made that clear. I didn't want her to feel pressured into saying yes. Getting swept up in a fantasy was what I was good at after all.

When she was quiet for too long, I was ready to take back everything I'd said, apologise for putting her on the spot, forget I'd ever considered the idea. But then she answered.

"Yeah."

I blinked. "What?"

She looked up to me, expression not revealing much, but eyes telling everything. "I'd miss you too much if you left."

I suppressed my smile as I realised what she was saying. She would come.

"And maybe Clint was right about finally settling down," she added, lips tugging into a half smile.

My smile widened as I looked to her knowingly. "I never said anything about settling down."

She rolled her eyes, hiding her smile, and I bit my lip to contain my happiness before leaning forward and kissing her cheek. Already, a pink blush was spreading across her face and I was certain I'd never get sick of it, how easily she got flustered whenever I'd kiss her.

"So, it's settled," I said, before joking, "Looks like I've gotta make some room in my wardrobe."

She didn't answer, and I wondered if she was thinking up some dry response or sarky comment, but then she grabbed my face and surprised me, kissing me hard without warning. I melted into her touch immediately, forgetting anything and everything we'd just been talking about.

All I could think about was how much I really liked her kisses.

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Natalia actually moving to England to be with me wasn't something I could imagine at first. But then we were on the plane ride back, and she was walking into my house with her suitcases, and she was unpacking her things in my drawers, and she was laying in my bed with me and it was real. She was actually here.

My worries were that she wouldn't be able to settle in so easily, since this was wildly different to the life she'd been used to. No big cities to get lost in, no action-packed days to distract her. It was small and comfortable and horribly mundane, and it was my life. And I was worried it wouldn't be enough for her. But she never suggested otherwise.

At first, she would stay at home whilst I was at work, but soon realised she was getting bored doing nothing. That's when I suggested she go into town and see if any jobs were going. The village I lived in was old-fashioned like that, and Nat had many talents – it would be easy for her to find work.

And just liked I'd predicted, she did. Some landscaping company was looking for extra hands, and whilst I wouldn't have pinned Nat down as a landscaper, she was surprisingly excited to do it. It made sense in hindsight, since she was physically strong and preferred to keep busy physically, which was exactly what the job entailed.

Soon enough, our routine became set in stone. We'd leave for work round about the same time, sometimes her shift would start earlier and finish earlier, then we'd come back and take turns making each other dinner. We'd occasionally leave town, treating ourselves to a night out, and we'd do normal couple things like go on dates, cuddle on the couch, get each other flowers. Because that's what we were – a couple. And it felt great to finally be able to say that.

Our relationship had always been hard to define. I could never simply put a label on it because there was always a chance we'd lose what we had. Back in the Red Room, even after it, Dreykov was always watching. Being anything more than a secret was a risk. But now, living freely and with choices, we could be a couple and have no worries. It was a dream.

At one point, about a month into her stay, my neighbour, Joy, invited me over for dinner, something we both did occasionally back before Nat moved in.

"You can bring your new roommate, too," she'd said this time when we were both collecting our mail in the morning. Even for an old woman, she had a cheeky smile on her face and she definitely knew more than what she let on, but I simply smiled awkwardly and agreed.

So, that's where I found myself that same evening, getting ready to head next door with Nat and enjoy a night in with Joy. I was sat at my dressing table, looking into a small mirror and putting some mascara on when I felt eyes on me. Glancing up from the little mirror to the bigger mirror on my dressing table, I saw a reflection of Nat leaning against the doorframe to our bedroom, dressed and watching me with a smile on her lips.

"What?" I asked coolly, hoping she couldn't detect the sudden nervousness I felt at the attention. How long had she been standing there?

She quirked a brow, arms crossed over her chest. "Can't I just watch?"

I stopped what I was doing and gave her an unimpressed look, attempting to hide the fact that I was now flustered at her words. But she saw right through me and began to laugh, pushing herself off the doorframe and approaching me. She rested her hands on the back of my chair and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. I looked up at her, her face upside down in my view, and she smiled before leaning down and kissing my lips gently.

"I'm almost ready," I promised, once she pulled away, the two of us still staring at one another upside down.

"You look beautiful," she complimented, resting her hands on my shoulder.

I looked back to the mirror, at her reflection, and said, "So do you."

She smiled, squeezing my shoulders in response, before letting me finish my mascara. Once I'd done and was ready to go, I went to grab my jacket from the wardrobe and noticed some strands of red hair stuck to the shoulders. I groaned quietly, becoming quite familiar with the red strands of hair that were showing up everywhere in my house. On my clothes, stuck to the couch, in the shower drain...

"Can you stop shedding on my jackets please?" I called out to Nat, who was waiting for me downstairs.

As I pulled it on and headed to the top of the staircase, I saw she was waiting at the bottom.

She looked up at me with a teasing smirk. "You get what you paid for, darling."

I rolled my eyes as she laughed at her own joke, and descended the stairs whilst trying not to smile at how stupid she was.

We went over to Joy's house after that, bringing some wine and chocolates for her that we'd picked up from the store earlier. When she answered the door, her smile was as bright as I'd seen it and it warmed my heart.

"Y/N! So lovely of you to come," she said, before her eyes fell to Nat. "And you must be Natalia. It's great to finally meet you."

Nat glanced at me, smiling, before looking to Joy. "You too, ma'am. Thank you for inviting me."

"Call me Joy," she insisted, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in."

Nat motioned for me to go first, so I did, stopping by Joy on the way.

"We brought these for you," I told her, showing her the wine and chocolates.

Joy waved her free hand dismissively. "Oh, Y/N, love, you know you shouldn't spoil me. What would my doctor say?"

I chuckled as she closed the door behind Nat.

"Come on, you can leave them in the kitchen," she said, before leading the way there with her walking stick. "I hope you ladies are hungry! I've prepared an old recipe I used to make for my daughter when she was a young'n."

"Can't wait," I said with a smile, setting her wine and chocolates on the kitchen counter. "I was telling Nat earlier about the pie you made last time."

"Sounds like you're a great cook, Joy," Nat complimented her. "I can't wait to try it."

Joy leaned back against the counter, next to her stove that had a pan bubbling away. She looked to Nat curiously, studying her.

"So, you're living with Y/N now?" she asked her directly.

Nat nodded. "Yeah."

"The old friend," Joy said, and poor Nat was confused but I knew exactly what she was referring to and sighed inwardly.

"Er, yeah, I guess," Nat answered politely.

Joy smirked, glancing at me, and I tried not to blush under her stare.

"Okay, well you ladies can get comfortable at the dining table," she finally said after a moment, appreciating the way her stare did its job. "Dinner will be out in a minute."

"Do you need any help?" Nat asked, but Joy shook her head.

"I've got it, love, thank you."

Nat nodded and the two of us went into the other room to take a seat on the already-set dining table.

"What was that about?" Nat asked once we were alone. "Does she know we're a couple or something?"

I nodded, taking a seat. "It seems so. Nothing gets past Joy apparently."

Nat snorted with amusement. "What an interesting lady."

The dinner was lovely and it was then revealed that Joy did in fact know we were a couple. Turns out she'd seen us kissing one evening when we returned home from a date and she was locking up her front door for the night. It wasn't a big deal to be honest – Nat and I weren't hiding anything. But I wasn't sure exactly how to tell the sweet old lady next door that I now had a girlfriend out of nowhere. She'd made that part easier I guess.

Joy was the most important person in my life, I realised a while ago, after Nat and Yelena. I didn't have any family and nobody to care for apart from those three. And Joy was always doing something or the other that made me care for her, so naturally her opinion mattered to me a lot. I wasn't sure if she knew it.

So, when she approved of Nat and I's relationship and accepted it without blinking an eye, it made me feel a lot better. A sense of acceptance spread through me. Is this what it was like to have a mother be proud of you? I wasn't sure. But it was a nice feeling. And I was glad her and Nat got along so well.

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Four months in and I was on cloud nine.

Nat was adjusting to her new life better than I could have ever wanted. I was beginning to think that this could truly be it, with us enjoying our new lives together. Yes, we occasionally had disagreements or got under each other's skin – that was inevitable with us, always – but the rest was smooth sailing.

We were never one for being mushy with each other, not explicitly and not verbally. Even back when I was certain I was in love with her, I wouldn't have dared say it to her. Some parts of our upbringing were still prevalent in us, it seemed, including suppressing our emotions, but I was trying so hard to better it.

Even so, despite neither of us ever saying how we truly felt, we knew. It was obvious in the little things we'd do for each other and I wouldn't have had it any other way. But this one time – a favourite memory of mine – I had never been more in love with Natalia than I had before. It wasn't even anything special, but the whole surprise of it all, the magic of it all, was enough to make me fall in love with her all over again.

I had just come back from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to get changed and sink into the couch, when Nat jump scared me at the front door.

"Jesus," I gasped, clutching my chest to ease my racing heart.

She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, my bad. I just wanna show you something."

I pulled a face. "Can it wait? I'm really tired. I was actually hoping to–"

"It can't wait," she cut me off, before grabbing my hand and tugging me further down the hall. "It's a surprise!"

"Natalia...," I groaned, too weak to fight her.

"Come on, you're gonna love it," she said with certainty, before pausing in front of the kitchen door.

I pouted. "It better be a bubble bath."

She gave me a knowing look. "It's not. But you'll still love it."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she moved to stand behind me, putting her hands on my eyes and covering them.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked as she manoeuvred me to walk forward, presumably through the kitchen.

"It's a surprise, isn't it?"

She kept leading me forward, giving me no chance to peek through her fingers, before she warned me of a step and I realised we were stepping through the back door and into the garden.

"Okay, what are you doing?" I asked impatiently, but also with a hint of curiosity because she was never this excited about anything.

I could imagine the smirk on her face as she paused, hands still covering my eyes. "You're always complaining about never having time to work on the backyard," she said.

"Okay..." Where was she going with this?

"So, I learnt a few things from my job, despite only being there for a few months," she continued, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Turns out having a flowering garden doesn't require you to grow everything from scratch."

I furrowed my brows. "Huh?"

"Enjoy," was all she said, before finally lowering her hands.

I blinked a few times before looking around, realising what she'd done. Rows of vibrant flowers were planted along both sides of the garden, running down the fence towards the back where a lovely outdoor patio dining set was put up on refurbished outdoor tiles. The best part were the fairy lights strung above the whole garden, from fence to fence, like little golden stars lighting up everything. My jaw dropped with amazement, taking in every corner of the garden.

"How did you– when did you– how didn't I notice?!" I asked with disbelief, looking to the proud redhead beside me.

She laughed at my expression, resting a hand around my waist and pulling me into her side. "I did it over the past two weeks. You didn't notice because you don't go into the backyard."

I raised my brows, looking back to everything. "Nat, it's beautiful."

"Really? You like it?"

"Of course," I said with a small smile, looking around. Seriously, how hadn't I noticed?

"Good. I only did it for you."

Turning my head to look at her, I saw she was already staring at me with a smile. The fairy lights were sparkling in her eyes, looking back at me and leaving me mesmerised. Beautiful, as always. I wasn't sure I'd ever think otherwise. My heart was full, bursting with love, and I never wanted this dream to come to an end.

I leaned forward and kissed her, an attempt at a thank you but knowing nothing could be thank you enough for everything she'd done and was doing. Her lips were soft against mine, that usual taste of peppermint present and making me dizzy in the best way possible.

Lifting my hand, I cupped her cheek and deepened the kiss, running my tongue across her bottom lip. She smiled with amusement, pushing me away gently, leaving me craving more.

"I thought you were tired," she teased quietly, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the smile from my lips. "Shut up."

She grinned and I ignored her teasing, pushing her back into the house and pulling the door close behind me. I reconnected our lips without a second thought, taking her bottom lip between mine and sucking gently. Her hands ran up my side and I pulled her closer to me, trapping her against the kitchen counter.

But she stopped us again, pulling her head back slightly and watching me with half-lidded eyes and a mocking smile.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed early? You must've had a long day."

I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing what she was doing. "I'm gonna hurt you."

She leaned forward, lips brushing mine. "Doesn't seem like it."

She knew the effect she had on me, how easily I could give into her temptation, and she enjoyed watching me suffer.

"Natalia..."

Her lips spread into a smile, pressed together, and her eyes darted between mine before looking down to my mouth. Thankfully, she didn't waste anymore time as she leaned forward, kissing me again, though this time she took the lead. Her tongue swiped my bottom lip, making me gasp into her mouth, and she took that as her opportunity to push her tongue against mine, making me weak in the knees.

I let her walk me backwards slowly, the two of us trying not to trip over nor break our kiss, and I felt a heat rising in my body as she grabbed my thighs, signalling for me to jump. So, I did, and realised she'd sat me on the edge of the dining table. Her hands roamed under my shirt, sending shivers wherever her fingers grazed, and I wondered how I was this lucky to have someone so gentle yet passionate at the same time.

This had to be it. The dream I'd always wanted, finally come true. At that moment, as Nat kissed me hard, stirring something inside of me that only she could, I was certain of it. We were happy, living our lives as normal people and without a threat of death or destruction. This had to be it.

But of course, every good thing crumbled eventually. They didn't last forever, and my life was never one for happily ever afters.

I was never that lucky.

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As the months went on, I noticed it. Her lack of enthusiasm, the way she no longer seemed content with her life. Our life.

Little things began to annoy her, the bickering between us started up again, though more than usual, and she didn't have that same spark she always had. I hated it, seeing her unhappy, but I also hated how afraid I was that she'd want to leave but wasn't telling me.

She was never the type to hide her feelings – being blunt and upfront was her thing. So, if she really was getting sick of everything and wanted to leave, I wasn't sure why she didn't say. I feared it was becoming more and more clear to me that she missed being a hero.

I first noticed it when we were eating dinner one night and talking about tomorrow's plans.

"You've gotta get to bed early tonight, right?" I remembered. "You're waking up earlier to work on the football field for that high school nearby."

She hummed, fork tossing her pasta back and forth halfheartedly.

"D'you want me to put some leftovers in a tub ready for you to have tomorrow?" I asked with a quirked brow, wondering why she wasn't thrilled. She usually enjoyed her job, even the early starts.

"If you want," she said with a shrug.

I watched her curiously. That was the first hint.

Another time, I overheard her talking to Wanda on FaceTime in the kitchen as I sat in the living room. It wasn't intentional eavesdropping, I just happened to be reading a book on the couch when I heard them talking, their voices echoing in the kitchen.

Wanda was laughing as she remembered a story from their Avenger days in the Avengers Compound. "How could I forget about Steve's face when you showed him up in training? He really thought strength was everything that day."

Nat laughed, too. "I'm not gonna lie, training with Steve wasn't something I thought I'd miss." It fell quiet for a moment, then she asked in a soft tone, "Do you miss it? Being an Avenger?"

"Sometimes," Wanda admitted, "but I think I prefer this life a whole lot more." Nat hummed in response, before Wanda asked, "Do you? Miss it?"

Nat fell quiet, and I only noticed because it suddenly went silent in the kitchen. Until I heard some quiet whispering and realised she was still talking, but purposely not being very loud. This made me wonder what she wanted to hide. Did she miss it? Was she not happy?

It was wrong of me to get up and go into the kitchen, but I just wanted to see if this might be the time where she'd finally admit something wasn't right. But when I walked in, both her and Wanda's chatter ceased and she flashed me a smile nonchalantly.

"Hey, I'm just getting some water," I said, analysing every part of her expression. But we'd been taught to conceal, so it wouldn't make a difference. "Everything okay?"

She nodded without a hint of a problem. "Yeah, just talking to Wanda."

"Hi, Y/N!" Wanda's voice came through the speaker.

I forced a smile, “Hey, Wanda,” then proceeded to fill up a glass of water, noticing the silence in my presence. Looking back to Nat, I said, "Okay, see you later."

She waved and I swallowed hard, leaving the kitchen with my water. It hurt to know she was keeping her feelings from me, but I didn't have the guts to confront her about it because that would mean my fears of her wanting to leave would come true.

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If it wasn't already clear that she missed her old life or, at least, aspects of it, then it was now. Her sister would call regularly, catching up and sharing news of her victories in freeing Black Widows across the globe.

To me, it was a time to be proud of her. For someone so young, who had gone through so much and had the chance to do whatever she wanted, Yelena was dedicating her time to bettering other people's lives. But to Nat, it just seemed to remind her of what she couldn't do.

Or rather, what I wouldn't let her do.

I was locking my phone and putting it on charge when Nat came upstairs and into our room, having just got off a call with Yelena.

"You're done already?" I asked as she clambered into bed beside me. "That was barely ten minutes."

"Yeah, she had to go," she said with a slight shrug, pulling the covers over her. "She said hi, though."

I smiled, moving to lay down on my pillow, but looking up at her as she stayed sitting up. "How is she doing?"

She returned my smile, looking down at me with tired eyes. "She's doing great. She was just telling me about the Widows she tracked down in Ukraine. A few of them who were still trying to do a mission that didn't exist anymore. They were so relieved when Yelena freed them."

I sighed, remembering exactly how that felt. She really was a hero, whether she liked that title or not.

"I'm so proud of her," Nat said, turning off the lamp by her bedside and leaning back against the headboard. "She's killing it."

My smile widened. "She is. Kinda like her big sister, huh?"

Nat rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips. "You know, she asked if we'd wanna join her. Maybe help her out with freeing the Widows."

I pulled a face. "I don't think so. That's not my thing anymore. And she seems to be doing great without us."

She pursed her lips and I noticed the way her eyes cast ahead blankly, like she didn't like what I'd said. But she was aware of how I felt about this issue – it wasn't anything new.

"So, you'd never do it?" she asked quietly, as if she'd given it more thought than I realised.

I shook my head, furrowing my brows. "No... would you?"

She swallowed thickly. "Maybe. I miss it."

She still wasn't looking at me, and I was a little surprised at her words considering she'd never mentioned this before. I'd had my suspicions, but I was hoping that's all they were. I probably should have followed up with that, encouraged her to say more of how she was feeling. Ask if she wanted to leave. But I was terrified of what that could possibly lead to, and if she wasn't giving the information up willingly, I wasn't going to push for it.

"I have to get up early in the morning," I said, turning around to turn my bedside lamp off, too, leaving us in darkness. "Goodnight, Nat."

She didn't reply, and I didn't feel her lay down properly. My back was to her, but I imagined she was still staring blankly ahead. So, I closed my eyes and hoped this wasn't leading to the inevitable.

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We never brought up that evening again. It was easier to pretend it had never happened.

But it's like everything was reminding her – reminding us – that she just wasn't happy with our life anymore.

There was a report on the news that came up one afternoon, something about a hostage situation in a bank in New York. Scary enough, but Iron Man had come to the rescue and saved the day. I wasn't paying much attention to it myself, too busy scrolling through Instagram, but Nat was intrigued as she sat beside me on the couch.

"The Avengers could have handled that with ease," she mumbled, eyes glued to the screen.

I glanced up, seeing the footage of Iron Man flying around, news reporters talking about how great he was and how the hostages were all freed and unharmed.

"Probably, but Iron Man had it under control," I replied.

She hummed in disagreement and stared at the screen like a kid who wasn't invited to a birthday party, missing out on all the fun. I sighed quietly, paying my attention back to my phone. Just another moment where she wouldn't speak up about how she was feeling and I wouldn't be the one to say it.

But that changed shortly afterwards. We'd been living together for eight months and I knew she wasn't happy anymore. This mundane life was my fantasy, not hers, and I wasn't sure why she'd said yes to it if she hated it.

It was after dinner when she decided to come to me. I was washing the final pan up from cooking and she had just finished clearing the table when she paused beside me, a nervous expression on her face.

"I need to talk to you about something," she said.

I set the washed-up pan on the drying rack and paused, glancing at her. Already, I knew it couldn't be something good. "What is it?"

She avoided my stare, looking at me but above my eyes. "Steve called."

Steve. She was talking about Steve Rogers AKA Captain America, her old teammate. And my heart was already clenching in my chest at what that could mean.

"I thought he was on the run," I said cautiously, grabbing a towel to dry my hands.

"He is," she said, nodding and looking down. "But he found me and needs my help."

And there it was.

"What kind of help?" I asked tensely.

She pursed her lips. "Nick Fury contacted him."

The name rang a bell... the man who saw something in Nat back when she worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"He needs his help, and mine," she continued to explain, gently, as if softening the blow, "with a terrorist threat that could lead to something bigger."

I clutched the counter top frustratedly, but tried to remain calm. "How much bigger?"

The tension was thicker than it had ever been as she tried to think of the perfect words. But nothing would make me feel better.

"Big enough to hurt a lot of people."

I clenched my jaw, giving her a sideways glance. "And?"

Her expression softened, green eyes finally meeting mine. "And I need to help them, Y/N."

Of course she did. That's what she did best.

I closed my eyes briefly, before letting go of the counter and walking away. I couldn't do this, not without snapping, not without taking it out on her. Walking away was easier.

"Y/N–" she started, following after me into the living room.

"No," I cut her off, turning around so suddenly that she almost bumped into me. "I don't want to hear it, Nat."

She gave me a knowing look. "This is something we need to talk about."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "What? Talk about how you've got to leave? How you've got to put yourself in the line of fire again? No, thank you."

She remained still, though her eyes pleaded with mine. "I need you to be okay with this," she said quietly.

I fixed her with a glare. As if she thought I'd ever be okay with her getting up and leaving yet again? No way. Not now, not ever.

"Well, I'm not. End of discussion."

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[fruggo]

I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm

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[the-insomniac-emporium]

Everybody Talks Too Much (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Mute!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language, brief violence Summary: Whenever Cassandra gets angry, no one wants to deal with her. Well, no one but you, that is. Thankfully, the middle child appreciates your company... not that she'd ever admit it. Notes: Another self-indulgent fic with a selectively mute reader. This one's a lil different. Sections in italic are mostly indications that the reader is miming actions in order to communicate, though there are a few internal thoughts that are marked as such. Unlike the past two I've done, this takes place pre-relationship, so there's some mutual pining of sorts. I think that's the word.

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Among the many servants of Castle Dimitrescu, there were a number of secret rules to be followed. Guidelines that were never written down, only spoken in hushed whispers, for specific (and dangerous) circumstances. Most could be divided into one of two categories: 1, how to reduce the chances of a Lady of the house killing someone. 2, how to make sure that if they kill someone, it will not be you. Of these rules, there was one that you knew best of all, despite never having been told it. Why? Because you have observed it time and time again. After all, the rule revolved around you. To put it plainly… If Cassandra Dimitrescu was in an awful mood, but had yet to draw blood, send in the mute.

Even now, as you rushed down a corridor, you did not know why this rule was in place. You simply knew that you had been summoned countless times by frantic maidens, to go serve their volatile mistress. Admittedly you did understand their eagerness to thrust the task upon someone else. Cassandra was often considered the deadliest of the Dimitrescu daughters, for she was the quickest to anger, the one with the deepest bloodlust, and took the longest to calm down. Personally, you disagreed, believing that it wasn’t terribly hard to know what she did and did not like. All it took was some observation. It was Daniela who scared you, seeing as she was unpredictable. She didn’t even need to be in a bad mood to want to kill you.

Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean that you saw no danger in working with Cassandra. In fact, you saw a fair bit, such as now: Right as you round the corner, a shiny object hurls past your head, embedding itself into the wall. Had you been walking ever so slightly faster… Well, you preferred not to dwell on such things, especially not when the one who threw the thing was still nearby. Based on the howling laughter and swarm of insects that moves around you, the intended target was Lady Daniela. Across the room is the markswoman herself; Cassandra stood tall, huffing in anger, staring at the spot her sister had just vacated from.

“Damn it!” She yelled, stomping her foot as if the resulting shockwave might do what her weapon had not. Oddly amused, you’re quick to remove the sickle from the wall, careful as to not damage it. It’s a tad dirty, but nothing you can’t fix with your handy pocket cloth. Cleaning as you walk, you slowly move towards your employer, not even bothering to spare her a glance. After all, you had your own rules for dealing with her.

(1: Avoid eye contact for at least one minute after an outburst.)

By the time you make it to Cassandra, the minute has come and gone, allowing you to ever-so politely look her in the eyes when you return her blade. She scoffs, then practically rips the sickle from your hands. This was your job, however, so you made no complaints. Not that you could, at least not verbally. Instead, you gave a short bow of acknowledgement. Afterwards you stood still, awaiting either instructions or a dismissal. Neither came.

“I can’t believe that little shit tried to take my favorite dagger and thought she could get away with it! Agh, the nerve of her! Can you believe this?” Cassandra snapped, turning to you as if you might agree with her. Nod, simple yet effective. “At least you know how to handle a blade. Damn Daniela is lucky she didn’t get any scratches on mine.” Then she pulls the knife in question from its place on her belt, letting it gleam in the light. A soft exhale, head tipping to the side, wow is it pretty. So is the one holding it. Your mind wanders but your gaze does not. Always polite, always ready to serve.

(2: Do not get distracted; she is no patient lover, rather a demanding boss.)

“Cassandra! What was all that noise a minute ago?” Someone called, interrupting your ‘conversation’. The speaker soon appears, being none other than Lady Bela, the most reasonable of the castle residents. Though that meant little, considering the nature of her family. As if to prove your point, Cassandra merely rolls her eyes in reply, refusing to divulge the truth. And so Bela turned her gaze to you, perking a brow. “Feeling up to talking today?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Of course, your hands are already moving, not even waiting for her to finish speaking. This is a game you know intimately.

A hand goes to your belt, moving to pull a nonexistent blade from its sheath. Raising it, moving it forward then back several times, launching it towards the wall- towards the hole left behind. Then shifting, waving your hand in front of your face while exhaling a sharp breath. Flinching. An exaggerated gulp, pretending to check if your nose is still attached, sighing in relief. Lastly, an inclination of your head towards the culprit. Cassandra.

“I was aiming for Daniela. Not that it matters, nobody got hurt,” she stated, confident. Both hands clasped together, then tapping the palms together, mimicking a heartbeat at a reasonable pace. Suddenly a stomp. The beating stops, and you hold your hands next to your ear, as if listening for signs of life. Pause. Three seconds. Worried expression, eyes wide. Finally, fast as a gunshot, the heart beats again, wildly. At this, Bela shoots her sister a look of doubt, as well as judgement. Hoping to change the subject, Cassandra looks to you. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Rubbing your chin, thinking. Squinting for effect. Ah, got it! Both hands go to your sides, lifting the imaginary hem of a dress you aren’t wearing. Waltzing forward, yet in place, with the poise expected of a professional maid. Then the focus shifts to your face. Fear. A silent scream, a hand at your forehead, feeling like you… might… faint. Falling backwards, making a step at the very last second to prevent a real collapse. End scene.

“Someone was scared?” Bela asked, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. When you nod, she does as well, considering the implications. “Why would they send you?”

“I hardly care why, I just want to know who so I can kick their ass,” Cassandra interjects, taking a step closer to you. All you do in response is shrug. Unsurprisingly this is not enough to please her, and before you know it she’s wrapped a hand around your throat. “Give. Me. A. Name. Now.” A perked brow. Thoughts practically telegraphed. ‘What do you expect?’ Opening your mouth, slightly, then wide, back to almost closed. No sound comes out. Obviously. It’s not like you wanted to break your own rule, but in this case you had no choice.

(3: Give her whatever she wants, consequences be damned.)

Luckily for you, Bela acts as a foil to Cassandra, there to smooth the seas. Moving behind you, she reaches into your back pocket and retrieves the notepad you keep there. Then she’s handing it to you while making eye contact with her sister. Cassandra promptly releases you, though she’s clearly not pleased, going so far as to push you away in one last act of anger. Internally you roll your eyes. On the outside, however, you quickly write down everything you know… which isn’t much.

“I don’t remember who it was. A lot of people have asked. This happens a lot.” Then you hand the paper to Bela, who soon looks back up at you in confusion. Too antsy to wait for her own turn, Cassandra yoinks the notepad from her sister’s hands, reading it over several times before reacting.

“What the fuck? Why would they send you to me because somebody pissed their pants in fear? I’m going to kill someone. Ugh, I don’t- this doesn’t make any goddamn sense,” Cassandra ranted, pacing back and forth, looking like she wanted to destroy something immediately. To your surprise, Bela doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned. If anything, she looks amused, and smiles when the two of you make eye contact. Something tells you that she knows something that you don’t. Before you can react, she quietly retrieves your notepad and returns it to you. Then she pauses, thinking, eying you with curiosity.

“Why don’t you go for now? See if anyone thanks you for stepping in, hmm?” She suggested, tone implying that this was absolutely about something else entirely. Still, you don’t care to disobey, and so you bid the two of them farewell with a deep bow. As you leave, you can almost make out part of what they say next. But you’re certain that you must have heard incorrectly. “Showing your favoritism a little too much, sister? If even the servants can see it-” the rest of the sentence is cut off by angry muttering from Cassandra. After that you’re too far away to hear anymore. What a strange day...

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“Hey, you know where Lady Cassandra’s room is, right?” Ygritte asked, casually, definitely not having just been told by someone else that you were the solution to her problem. Pretending that you were unaware of this, you give her a smile and a nod. Later, behind her back, you will mentally add her to your list of people to watch out for. Maybe even decide to refuse to share your biscuits with her. In the meantime, you pretend that you don’t mind whatever task she’s about to dump on you. “Can you bring these books to her? I really have to get back to the kitchen soon, and that’s in the opposite direction…”

Technically true. Something told you that the real problem was that Cassandra had been extra loud the past few days. Regardless, you accept the books from her, leaving before she even finishes thanking you. Why do people do this? I don’t get it, you think. It’s like they think I’m immune to her rage. If that were true, I’d gladly throw myself between her and others. But no, that’s not the case. Hmmph, if only they saw my scars. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you keep walking, subconsciously rubbing the spot on your arm where Cassandra had cut you. Well, the worst spot. Being pain tolerant had made her take interest in you, during your first few weeks, but it’s what allowed you to learn her rules. Your rules, really.

Knock. Knock. A pause… three more, much softer. The door swings open, revealing your Lady, whose eyes widen at the sight of you. Tipping your hat (which you are not wearing), you greet her, forcing another smile. Then you present the books, free hand gesturing with a spiral motion towards them. She doesn’t respond. No, wait, she glances at the door hinges, considering closing the door in your face. Now both of you are staring at each other, daring the other to move.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she finally said. There’s a gruffness to her voice that you hadn’t expected. It’s unlike her usual tone, less angry, more tired. Were those bags under her eyes?... No, just smudged makeup. “Don’t just stand there- tell me why you’re here.” Again, you gesture to the books, extending your hands further towards her. This time she takes a half-step backwards to avoid you. Peculiar. “Someone else was supposed to bring them, dipshit. Fucking hell, why can’t anyone around here do their damn jobs?” At last, she takes the books from you, carrying them deeper into your room. Though she does not close the door, you assume that your job is done. Or maybe you simply do not wish to deal with a Cassandra who’s frustrated by your specific presence. Either way, it breaks one of your rules, though you do not remember until it is too late.

(4: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family.)

“Where the hell are you going?” The sound of buzzing flies, a blur of motion around you, then the form of Cassandra solidifying in front of you. One of her hands is raised, pressing against the center of your chest. She pushes you, hard, making you stumble backwards into her room. Next thing you know you’ve crashed onto her floor. A tad stunned, you bring a hand up to hold your head, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. There’s the sound of a door closing, and then someone’s trying to help you stand. “I didn’t say you could leave yet. Now c’mon, I’ve got stuff for you to do.” Then she’s guiding you to her bed, making you sit down on the end. Panicked thoughts race through your mind one after another. What exactly was she intending? Thankfully you don’t have to wait long to find out. “Read through these, and-” a pause, like she hadn’t known what she was going to say until she was already speaking- “take notes. Make a summary of the bookmarked sections, or whatever.” Handing you a couple books (neither of which being ones you had just brought to her), she sits on the other side of the bed, refusing to look at you. She does, however, say one last thing, voice barely above a whisper. “Just stay for a while, okay?”

Inside your head, you make a mental note to amend your list of rules.

(4.b: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family. If Cassandra asks you to stay, you stay, no matter what. It’s worth it.)

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #stayed up to write this #totes worth it

[angelkurenai]

So much for a surprise - Chris Evans x Reader - Part 2

Title: So much for a surprise

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: I’d love a chris evans x reader one shot, where they’re dating, and after the knives out movie, he’s been spending a lot of time with his co-star Ana de Armas, and like in one specific interview she was getting very flirty and such with Chris, and touching his arm and stuff, and I’d just want to see how you’d interpret jealous!reader, and Chris reacting to that jealousy!!

Read Part 1 here!

There was an echo. A distant one. Far away. And there were words too, he was sure of it, but they couldn't reach him. They tried to, as did the person saying them. However it felt like there was something more, preventing them from getting to him. Maybe it wasn't the voice or the person. Maybe it was really him, him that had walls around him. Preventing the outside world from getting to him.

And the echo seemed further away, muted somehow though he could still hear it. Maybe he was underwater? He didn't know, he had no idea what was going on in the first place anyway, but it felt like it. And not just because he felt like no sounds could get to him clearly, not because his own ears were ringing and the pressure building on each side of his head made him feel like he was thousands of feet deep into the sea, crushing his head in a way that oddly enough didn't hurt as much as the rest of him, as much as his chest and not because of his eyes stinging, burning as did his lungs as he held his breath. No it wasn't because of those reasons that he thought he was beneath the sea but because he felt like- He had taken you on your first date for a picnic by the sea. You had commented on how punctual he was. How him being right on time might seal the deal for you and make you fall for him in the end.

The memory seemed to shake him to the core. A link to reality which assisted in pulling him further and further up from the depths he had found himself in, the surface almost tangible and the other side... painfully there. It hurt more to be back to reality than it did to be underwater in the sea of his thoughts, after all. Maybe, and he was almost certain of it, it would hurt much less to really be underwater. The physical pain would be nothing compared to what he was feeling now.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then some more. Everything slowly started coming into focus, all of his senses sharpening. His vision more clear, the sounds reaching his ears more acute and precise, to the point he could tell what was being said.

“Chris? Chris? Chris are you still in there?... Are you alright? The door is locked. Please, just say something.” the voice on the other side of the door was unmistakably Ana's, and while both the tone in it and the knocking on the door was frantic and panicked, to say the least, he couldn't find it in himself to move a muscle just yet.

Whether it was that he didn't care to move or that his mind still hadn't made the connection to the rest of his body so as to not feel the full scope of pain, especially the one harboring within his chest and broken heart, he didn't know. All he did was blink several times again, his eyes slowly focusing on the small open box in his hand. He had spent so much time agonizing over picking the right ring, wanting to treat you right he wanted to pick a ring that could express all of his love for you, and then agonizing over trying to organize the perfect occasion to finally ask the question. It had almost been months now, though he couldn't dare admit to that (mostly because he was almost sure now, he wouldn't get the chance to) just like he wouldn't dare admit that you had been right about Ana. Only up to some point though.

He had been spending more time with her, maybe much more than he did with you, but he was completely oblivious to the way she could possibly feel about him, let alone about all the flirting you had seen. He had too much on his mind, you and his possible future with you, that he didn't even notice half of it. Appreciating only the fact that it somehow managed to make him forget his worries, he went along with all of it. Not that you were to blame for it, if anything it was possibly one of the sweetest kind of worries, but it was still something that kept him up at night. And staying away for some time he had the chance to prepare, mentally if nothing else. He feared that if it didn't go right, if you said no, then maybe that would be it for the both of you and for good. It was a risk, no matter what, and he feared losing you to it.

“Chris? Chris, are you alright? Please just- Say something, I'm getting really worried here. I'm going to get someone to kick the door open if you can't-” her words didn't really register in his ears after that but that wasn't necessary when the purpose had formed in his mind.

Taking in a deep breath, albeit shaky, he shoved the closed box inside his pocket and got up. He cleared his throat and finally unlocked the door, opening it to face his costar standing on the other side. Her face showed the same amount of worry he had detected in her voice through the frantic knocking, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't have the mind to.

“Chris! You- Are you alright? What happened? I've been waiting for you. We- you said you were coming with but then you didn't show up and I- I got so worried.” she said with wide eyes.

He felt a pang in his chest at those words but didn't dwell on it “I- Yeah. I'm fine, I'm- I'm sorry. I was actually a bit in a world of my own, I didn't mean to worry you.”

“Well, no- it's alright, don't worry about me.” she blinked several times, shaking her head “It's just that you've been here for hours and I-”

“Yeah, I've got lots of things going on at the moment and I- To be honest with with you, I'd prefer to be alone right now. So I apologize but I just- I actually have to be somewhere else, I won't be able to make it tonight. I'm sorry, I just... I don't think I will be any good company.”

“Well, it's not like you have to even try to be any good company. Not if you don't want to. You could just come with and not have to talk at all to anyone else if you don't feel like it. And after-” she paused, as if hesitating for a moment “Not to intrude or anything but I kind of noticed that things got bad after your girlfriend showed up so I couldn't help but think that maybe... it would help take your mind off things?” she suggested hopefully but it only made Chris' insides twist “Cause I could help if you'd let me, I'd love to. You know that. I- I mean maybe it's not my place but it seemed-”

“You're right, it's not.” maybe it came out more harsh than it was supposed to, maybe more harsh than he meant it too and more harsh than he even realized, not until h saw Ana's eyes widen in surprise that is “I-” he started before he cleared his throat “Sorry.” he mumbled.

“No, of course- It's alright.”

“It's just that there's something very important going on right now at the moment that needs my full attention. And you can't help me. I would actually appreciate it if you left my out of your plans for quiet... quiet some time. I'm sorry, it's really not you specifically. It's between (Y/n) and I, it can only be that way and it should be that way. Which is why right now-” he hurried to grab his phone and close the door “I have to hurry. I'm truly sorry Ana for...” he paused, looking at her with a frown “For more things than were in my power and I wish things could have gone different but right now (Y/n)'s my main priority. She's always been, even though I did a shit job of showing it.”

“You- uh you don't have to apologize. It's personal. I get it.” she put on what could only a a brave, albeit forced, smile on her face “You go to your girlfriend. I might not know what's going on but... it's clear she could do with seeing you. I can certainly say you need to see her. You should go.”

There were far too many things he wanted to tell her, to apologize for having let things get this way because she wasn't entirely at fault either. He had been so busy worrying about the proposal that he had led her on in his selfish attempts to unwind. In his mind, and heart without a doubt, though he knew that there was no space for any other woman but you. You came first and all the pain he'd put you through, one which he was willing to spend the rest of his life trying to amend for if you'd just let him. Hopefully. So instead all he did was give Ana a short nod and tight smile with a soft “Good night.” before he was sprinting to his car, ready to find you.

Even though he didn't really know where to begin with, the thought of which filled him with ten times the panic of having to propose to you. Moments like this, he really wished he could go back in time and change everything. If he could, he would ask you to marry him with a napkin ring on the spot, without waiting a minute let alone months, from that first morning he realized that he really did want to wake up to you like that every morning for the rest of his life. He even had some crazy hope you would say yes. And it was certainly much more hope than finding you tonight in time and before things took a turn for the worse.

If only he knew where to find you, that would have been great.

It felt like forever, going around with his car, from bar to bar. It was almost crazy, futile even, but it was the only thing he could think of; even if it didn't work out. And it really hadn't because he hadn't been able to find you, or better yet you and your companion, in any of the places he went until he found himself in the most unlikely place for you to be. Or maybe it was the most likely one, who knew?

All Chris knew was that had he not struggled to get out of his car and into your apartment then he would have never noticed the familiar car, parked just a few feet away. And therefore would have not gotten a warning for the man whom he saw exit not shortly afterwards that apartment complex which he certainly didn't live in. Chris followed your costar with his eyes, frowning but otherwise making no move. He wasn't planing on approaching, much less confronting him; he wasn't even ready to know what he was doing at your apartment, because he knew that's where he'd been and he knew that's where he'd find you now. He watched the man get in his car and slowly drive away on the other lane. He kept looking even after he was long gone, no other car in sight or any other person but darkness. The kind of darkness he was afraid would swallow him up whole, most probably from within.

He shut his eyes tightly, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists around the steering wheel and took many breathes in and out as well as a few seconds to calm himself and his thoughts before he left his own car and made his way to your shared place. Or maybe it was a couple minutes trying to prepare himself, but he didn't want to dwell on what he was preparing himself for.

Opening the door and walking into your shared apartment he almost prayed deep down to find you at leas on the living room and when he didn't, he only felt his heart rate pick up. Holding his breath, fearing that even that would make a sound audible enough to alert of his presence, he made his way to your shared bedroom. He would have looked for you in the kitchen or probably any other place he wanted but that would have only been stalling and an attempt at sparing himself some pain and truth was he felt like he didn't deserve it. Even if it was eye for an eye, even if it was more, he had it all coming.

So with that in mind he walked into the bedroom only to, if possible, be more hurt by the sight that greeted him than he initially expected. His breath hitched in his throat when he spotted you sitting on the floor of the room, back resting on the bed, staring at the open wardrobe with red eyes, still glossy from the tears you had no doubt shed. Because of him. And that was a knife to the chest.

It was Dodger, who was as always attached to you and currently laying on your lap, trying his best to comfort you, that noticed Chris first and gave a small bark. You blinked, almost jumping in your place, before you turned your head to meet his eyes. Your own eyes widened briefly, maybe you really didn't expect to see him there, and after a few seconds of hesitation and confusion, you looked away from him again and back at your clothes. He still wouldn't look away, nor make a single sound.

“He only offered to drive me back home. I wasn't-” in came a shaky breath “I clearly wasn't in the mood to stay with them and I- I couldn't really calm down and he got worried. He- He stayed for only a few minutes as I, well-” your smile was so bitter it cut him open “Cried my eyes out. Didn't tell him anything though, don't worry, he didn't ask either.” a heavy sigh “Don't worry about this... us either. I'll uhm I think I've figured out what kind of clothes I need, I haven't talked with Lizzie yet but she wouldn't have a problem letting me stay at her place for some time before I make my way back home.”

“What?” his words came out choked out, probably barely above a whisper, but ringing in his ears “Home? (Y/n)... this is your home. This is our home. What are you talking about?”

“I think I was rather clear, Chris. It's better if we put some distance between us. And after that... Well, I'm going to go back home. There's obviously no other way this can go.” your voice was low “Besides, it's not going to make a difference to you, be honest. Whether I am here or not, how will you even notice the difference when you barely remember you have a girlfriend let alone are around enough to notice her.”

He wished there was some anger in your voice, he wished there was venom or bitterness direct at him. But instead there was nothing, nothing but exhaustion and possibly pain. And that was the worst of it.

“(Y/n), no.” he breathed out almost desperately “No, please don't say that.”

“Well, it's the truth.” you shrugged casually.

“That you're leaving him? Is that the truth? Is that the truth of what you wanted? Of what we were fighting for in this relationship? Of all that we wished and dreamed about? Of what we promised each other when we took the next step?” his voice cracked, and he knew his vision was getting blurry, but he couldn't bring himself to care of how pathetic he could look right now.

“The truth of what the past couple months have been leading to. Of what all this secrecy and distance between us has led to. Even if, as you see, I've been right here for you all the time; maybe it's really time for me to take a step back too.” you looked sadly only at Dodger, no wonder feeling sad that you'd have to part with him and possibly for good after today and-

Chris shook his head, banishing all the thoughts from his head and trying to fight off the lump in his throat. No, no this was not how things were supposed to go. This was not how he was going to let them go.

“It's only natural after today.” you spoke softly “Look, I- I don't want to take any of it out on you. We've had our talk, there is nothing else to say anymore, not really, so I will simply gather my things and-”

“No!” it was the first time a voice was raised in the room, coming from Chris who, as his ears were buzzing, was shocked as well by it all “No, you won't. Not until you've heard my side of the story!” he sounded more firm and determined than, he was sure, he had ever heard himself be in his entire life.

“Chris, honestly, there is no need. I told you I don't blame you and I'm not even jealous anymore. I simply-” you gave him a forced smile “I'm simply tired. I don't have the mind or heart for any of it. And if you really want to be with Ana then you are free to, you don't even have think about me. Much less try to explain yourself or the situation.”

“This is not some sort of excuse, (Y/n). I would never-” he sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face before slowly making his way to you and sitting down in a way that looked more like he was collapsing, making sure to still leave some small distance between you in case you felt uncomfortable “You know I've never cheated on you. I would never try to hurt you, especially in that way. Though, I understand, by not paying closer attention to Ana flirting with me I did just that. You know I-”

“I do.” you whispered “I do know that... Just like I know that all those promises we made each other all that time ago mean nothing anymore. So really there is no reason for you to try and mend things between us. There is no reason to-”

“There's always a reason. There's-” his eyes widened before he shut them closed tightly, shaking his head and fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. It looked like you had given up and that hurt him even more. He couldn't have you give up, because if you did then he probably could do nothing to undo the mess he had created “I love you more than anything in this world, more than my own life.” his voice cracked but he didn't care, he could almost not hear his own words, not as he almost subconsciously reached inside his pocket and pulled the small box only to slowly place it in the space between you.

And even though he was sure all words had left him by now, he surprised himself when he recalled only a few. The ones he had practiced in his head – and ridiculed himself while failing to say out loud – he would tell you when he did get the courage to propose to you “You're my reason.” he whispered, fully looking at you and therefore being able to notice the way your eyes reluctantly but surely trailed from him to the small object between the two of you. Shock was the word that could easily describe the look on your face but not the only one. The gasp from your lips sounded louder in his ears.

“You're my reason for everything. Everything good that happens in my life. Everything good that makes me happy. Everything good that I manage to achieve, you're my reason. Everything I've become these past years, you're the reason. Because you push me to be the best of who I can be . But when the world demands that of me, you're the reason I remember it's also good to not be the best I can be. It's because of you that I remember that falling and failing isn't so bad, because you will be there to help me stand up again. You're the reason I smile and laugh, and cry and get angry more often than not. But you're also the reason I love doing all that as well. You're the reason I love life, with its ups and downs, that I love waking up and that I wish it could be next to you for the rest of my life. You make it all worth it in a way no words can describe it... even the one I've already used. Even-” he stopped himself, the lump in his throat too much to bear anymore, the unshed tears making his eyes burn.

He didn't say anything more, and you weren't about to break the silence that had set around the two of you, his uneven breathing being the only sound that was heard besides the ticking of the clock. In the end, Chris let out a pained laugh “There was a lot I was planning to say after that too, before I really asked the big question you know. For obvious reasons... I probably won't. Not that I think I can really... I'm sorry. But that's the most I've said without messing it up so uh-” he rubbed that back of his neck, painful smile on his face “I guess if things were different, you would have been proud of me? If...”

“Chris... When did you get this?” your voice cracked, hurting him worse than his broken heart.

“It's- I've had it for months now. I couldn't bring myself to- I was scared to ask you. But instead of facing that fear head on I did the stupid thing of trying to get my mind off of it by... well, you know what I've been doing lately.” he sighed, letting his head lean back on the bed, he closed his eyes and fought off the tears. Or at least so he told himself, he was actually scared to face you “I'm so sorry, (Y/n). For everything I've done. For ruining easily the best thing to ever happen to me in my entire life.”

“Fucking hell, Chris. That's- Damn it.” you shocked out, burying your face in your hands. The silence that hang in the room was so thick he felt like chocking. But the way your low voice whispered to him in pain, he realised that there were worse things than that silence. “You did all of this for- for that?”

“I know, trust me I do.”

“You should have told me.” you shook your head, fresh tears running down your face “You should have... That's not how you- I deserved to know. I deserved it... I needed it.”

“I know... I know now. And I understand how... scary it gets. And it's much more scary than asking you that question.” he let out a shuddering breath, eyes opening and falling on the small box “Realizing that there was a real chance of losing you to another man made me feel so helpless. It scared me more than anything and I hate that we had to come to this for me to understand the truth... That I can't lose you, I can't live without you. Only real question here is-” he gave a humorless smile “Is it too late for that?”

Three beats. Three beats of his heart. The longest three beats in his entire life and he felt like drowning again. Before you finally sighed and whispered "You're never too late."

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[tommybaholland]

when they’re drunk [shamrock special ☘️]

featuring: captains and vice captains (aka kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, sugawara, and kita)

mentions of drinking and general drunk antics. hope everyone who celebrated had a fun and safe st. patrick’s day! 

kuroo

he’s really fun and entertaining when he starts feeling his drinks

he likes to dance and really gets into it

if you’re lucky, you might even see him try to twerk or throw it back

he mostly likes dancing with you though 

more like watching you dance and have fun

you’re someone who prefers to stay in a little more but you haven’t regretted going out with him and all your friends since the first weekend

kuroo liked going out with you for many reasons 

his number one begin that you always looked so beautiful when you get dressed up to go out

his brain’s like, “that’s my gorgeous s/o right there”

but sometimes other people take too much notice of it for his liking and he gets a little protective over you

one time you and he were waiting for drinks at the bar and there was someone standing on the opposite side of kuroo

they lean over and decide to say hi to you and you said hi back, just to be polite 

kuroo just ignored them until you got your drinks and they try to cheers with you and keep talking to you as if kuroo’s not even there

so when you’re not looking, he decides to talk to them 

“hey, that’s my s/o you’re talking to so i need you to back off >>:(” 

he almost gets into a fight with the guy but instead goes back over to you

“i didn’t do anything, babe. can i please kiss you?”

(this gets a little more heated than just one kiss)

but he’s enjoying it knowing that the guy should be blessed to watch him make out with the most attractive person there

when you’re leaving to find your car and he’s pretty smashed at this point, he’s always losing things

“babe? babyyy where did you go-- oh, you’re right behind me, haha” 

“oh my god, babe, we have to go back. i can’t find my phone!”

he finds it like two minutes later, but enjoys your hands feeling all over him to try to locate it 

he’s also very, very flirty when he’s drunk

presses you up against the car when you find it

“i’m not irish but...can you kiss me anyway?”

bokuto

loud and chaotic, for the most part

loves a good game of beer pong or slap cup

even when he’s drunk, he gets really serious about the game

most of the time he wants you to play with him, even if you’re not that good or confident in your pong abilities 

but if you don’t play, he still likes to involve you somehow

definitely the type to have you kiss the ball for ‘good luck’ 

(after he’s cleaned it off on his shirt, of course) 

he swears by that when he makes it in but it’s also because he’s ‘just awesome’

and if there’s karaoke, well, everyone else should just go home 

because this man will sing all night if he has to 

he really gets into it and that’s what makes him pretty good at it

you have a video of him passionately singing ‘fergalicious’ 

you’re very tempted to post it on tiktok 

honestly, he’d probably let you, especially when he kills the rapping part of the song 

truly the life of the party 

but he checks up on you every now and then

“are you having fun, babe?”

and if you’re not, he wouldn’t let you leave alone and would go home with you if you wanted 

either way, he also makes sure to spend plenty of time with you, which is usually more when he’s bored of games towards the end of the night 

he gets kinda emotional and cheesy at that point

“thank you for coming out with me. you’re the best!”

“you know what, babe? i think it’s so amazing that me, the bestest guy, got paired with you, the bestest person ever!” 

“i just love you a lot, okay? :’)” 

you can always count on him if you want to have a fun night out

akaashi

very calm and relaxed

but he gets very needy and clingy when you’re with him

he tries to socialize if he’s out with you and others but he prefers to stay by your side, touching you delicately somewhere 

usually a hand on your lower back or around your hip or an arm slung around your shoulders

when you’re not around him, like when you’re in the bathroom or getting a drink, he’s still watching out for you

it’s just a little habit he has, making sure no one messes with you or your drink 

he also likes to have bokuto around because he knows he can count on him to help intervene if anything does happen

he trusts you though and knows you can handle yourself pretty well

tries to dance but isn’t the greatest at it 

but he also doesn’t like when it’s in a tight space area with a ton of people and the air is hot because it fogs up his glasses

and at the end of the night when he’s all good and liquored up

his neediness is at like level 1000

it’s like the alcohol makes it very salient in his mind that, “wait, i have an s/o and i love them so much”

so he feels like he has to tell you all things he loves about you as you’re leading him outside to catch an uber

also gets this swoon-worthy, half-lidded expression with a goofy smile to match 

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“and so kind. you take such good care of me, baby”

your face gets all hot and you can’t hide your smile

you don’t even care if it’s the drinks talking bc he’s still the sweetest boy around 

and when you tell him you love him, he looks like he’s about to cry as he hugs you impossibly tight

“aww baby, i love you, too. so much.” 

he keeps an arm around you, making sure you’re warm as you wait for the uber 

(but also to keep himself steady)

leans against you during the car ride home and whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he occasionally kisses your cheek

sugawara

he’s the all-around type and a mix of the previous three

loves to dance, play games, drunkenly yell traditional cheers and songs

but he also very much enjoys and appreciates your company 

can also be very flirty at times

“you look really good tonight. did i tell you that, sugar?”

he’s not much of a fighter or one for conflict in general, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get protective over you

if anyone tries to chat you up or mess with you, he’ll try to get you out of there in the most discrete way possible

he’ll be like, “oh hey, there you are, babe! we’re over here-- oh, who’s this?”

usually, the other person will take the hint by then and back off 

but if they seem more bold and persistent, he’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you away while saying to them, “nope, sorry, that’s not happening”

unfortunately, his sweet face doesn’t help too much, so it’s nice when asahi’s also around for some intimidation tactics

he doesn’t usually like to stay out too late and likes to get home early enough so that he can spend more time alone with you

he’s a big fan of eating or cooking something after a night out 

or going to some random convenience store and drunk buying a bunch of junk food for you both 

a lot of times you end up staying up late watching something and usually, it’s a random movie 

but the alcohol always wins and you’re both asleep on the couch before the movie even finishes 

he never sleeps that well when he’s been drinking so he wakes up to turn off the tv 

he’s too inebriated to carry you to bed so he makes sure you’re comfortable and warm with him on the couch

but that usually causes you to wake up and he tries to remain as quiet as possible, his voice at a whisper

“oh, i’m sorry i woke you, sugar. c’mere, lay down on me”

the pressure from your body on his helps to stop the spins and get him to sleep more peacefully 

kita

he’s a man of moderation and not usually a heavy drinker or makes sure he’s drinking plenty of water between drinks

however, that doesn’t mean there aren’t times where he has a little too much fun

it’s a common occurrence when he’s hanging with his old teammates 

prefers a simple and quieter drinking game, like kings, instead of ones where he’d have to clean up a lot afterward

he doesn’t dance much either

he’s more out of it than anything

suna has plenty of pictures and videos of him apologizing to a house plant for ‘bumping into it’

he also wanders around a lot and gets himself lost

one time you found him in a lonely room, laying on a couch

“oh, love, there you are! did they-- did they send you in here?”

you’re like ‘who??’

you sit down and put his head in your lap 

as he tells you how he went to look for water but found this room and decided to lay down

“and someone came in here and tried to lay my head in their lap and touch my face. i think maybe they tried to kiss me too.. but i said, ‘no you can’t do that because i have an s/o. don’t you know that?’ and then i told them to go tell you that i’m in here.”

you tell him that no one told you but that you were looking for him

“well, i’m glad you found me”

he leans up and tries to snuggles into your shoulder

“why would they even come in here? couldn’t they see i was laying down? also, i’m pretty sure everyone here knows that we’re together so why would they do that when you’re the only one i want?”

he becomes kinda emotional and inquisitive about it but you think it’s adorable

even if he’s a little out of it when he’s been drinking, he still knows to put up boundaries when necessary 

you stay there with him for a little bit longer, eventually laying down with him on top of you, his head on your chest 

“let me know if i’m too heavy, okay?”

you kiss his head and rub his back soothingly 

you’re actually kinda looking forward to taking care of him when you get home

because he always takes such good care of you <3

just our luck that it’s haikyuu night, huh? send a request for more luck!

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo headcanon #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto headcanon #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanon #sugawara x reader #sugawara fluff #sugawara headcanon #kita x reader #kita fluff #kita headcanon #tommybaholland

[rowansparrow]

By Any Other Name: Chapter Seven

Summary: You and Rex have a conversation on the rooftop.

Chapter Rating: Teen 

Warnings: Alcohol, some drunk-ness. Sad, so very sad.

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Female!Reader, Clone OC x Female!Reader, other ships tbd.

Tags: #ByAnyOtherName, #BAON

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: *insert that Always Sunny in Philadelphia Meme: “NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE, REX HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH READER THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME* As always, bless @fat-zygerrian for being my beta reader!

Comment if you want to be tagged! Reblogs are SO appreciated!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

You were supposed to meet him that night.

You’d planned on going to 79’s instead of the rooftop as usual. Rose said the boys had missed you and wanted to play cards again. You’d gotten all dolled up and were about to head out when your comm beeped.

“Hey,” You grinned, shutting your apartment door behind you. “I was just heading out.”

“Yeah… about that,” Rose sounded embarrassed. “There’s been a change in plans. I won’t be able to make it. In fact, none of us will. We got – err – held up on base.”

“Really?” You asked, pausing as you started to head down to the main level of your building. “Okay… well can we meet after?”

“I’m not supposed to go off base but – yeah, yeah I’ll see what I can do. Keep your comm close.”

He hung up and you hesitated in the stairwell for a beat. Fuck it. Even if Rose couldn’t come along, you were still going to have a nice time tonight!

You had gotten more confident about going to 79’s ever since you and Rose had gotten close. You could recognize a few distinct faces now, just from people Rose had pointed out to you or introduced to you in passing. There was a notable absence of 501st blue, which at least confirmed Rose wasn’t just ditching you and had in fact gotten held up at the base with the rest of his battalion.

You approached the bar, settling in and glancing around to look for any familiar faces to keep you company while you waited for Rose. Further down the bar, you spotted Marshal Commander Cody and your breath hitched for just a moment. Rose had told you all about him – the most highly decorated clone soldier in the entire Republic Army. You would’ve been able to guess it even if Rose hadn’t told you about the curved scar on the side of his face. For the way Cody carried himself, even here, held an air of authority, of gravitas and poise.

He was talking to someone, the other person obscured by his own body. You ordered a drink, trying not to look as starstruck by the Commander as you felt.

“I’d try your luck with someone a little less ranked if I were you,” The bartender teased, catching you staring. “I’ve never once seen the Marshal Commander take up an offer to go home with somebody.”

“That’s – that isn’t my intention.” You blushed, taking the drink with a short huff. Still, you glanced at Cody again and watched him clap his hand on the shoulder of the man he’d been speaking with.

“Alright, see you around, Rex ‘ole boy. Stay out of trouble.”

Now that made you turn instantly. As Cody moved away, you were able to get a better look at the man he’d been talking to, and gods above, it was him. It was Captain Rex. Rose had told you so many stories about him that it felt strange finally seeing him in the flesh.

Rose had warned you about how much trouble you both could get in if anyone ever found out you were seeing each other. Your friendship was frowned upon enough as is, but now that it had become something more, Rose had given you the full dressing-down on what could happen to him if you were ever caught.

As such, you hadn’t ever met Rose’s superior officer, and since Rose wasn’t here…

You downed the rest of your drink quickly. There’s no reason the Captain would be suspicious of you. Besides, you wanted to meet him, get to know the man who was such a huge part of Rose’s life.

You wanted to meet his family.

“Hi.”

In truth, maybe your introduction could’ve been a little stronger. But as you sidled over to the Captain and leaned one hand on the bar, he gave you a small smile, nodding once.

“Ma’am.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Rex seemed surprised and looked you over carefully. He seemed to be waging a war with himself for a split second but eventually nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

You grinned, settling into the seat beside him and waving the bartender over, tucking a hand under your chin. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N.”

“Rex.” He replied, offering his hand to shake. You repressed the urge to giggle. He was such a gentleman.

“What do you drink, Rex?”

He chuckled. “Whiskey.”

“Two of those, then.” You told the bartender. Rex’s eyebrow jumped up but you barely noticed.

“So. You must be a Captain, right? With all this fancy gear?” You said, motioning to his pauldron and kama.

“How d’you know I’m not just some ARC trooper who likes showing off?” Rex replied, smirking and leaning forward a bit.

“I’ve met an ARC trooper or two, and you don’t seem the type to boast.”

Rex chuckled again, taking his glass as the bartender returned. “You must get around, then.”

It wasn’t an insult and you didn’t take it as such. “Maybe I’m just good at making friends.”

Rex smiled and his eyes seemed to appraise you for a moment, taking all of you in, calculating. He took a swig.

“You here with any of those friends?” He asked.

“All alone, tonight.” You replied. “My friends got held up and you looked lonely. Thought I’d keep you company. It’s the least I can do for a soldier like you.”

Rex chuckled, low and sweet. “Most pretty girls don’t just find themselves in 79’s.” Rex drawled, setting his glass down again. “From what I can tell, they’re usually looking for trouble.”

He turned slightly to face you better. “Are you looking for trouble, mesh’la?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew that word, but didn’t know what it meant. Rose had called you that before.

“It looks like I already found it.” You replied.

Rex grinned. “Then I guess you better stay close so I can keep a proper eye on you.”

You chuckled, picking up your own drink and finally taking a sip. The whiskey burned your throat but it warmed you to the core. Rex looked impressed which was its own bonus.

“You never answered my question.” You said. “Are you a Captain?”

“I command the 501st attack battalion.” Rex said, a note of pride in his voice.

“Ah, then you must know Echo and Fives.” You prompted.

Rex seemed to age ten years at just the mention of their names. “I take it those are the ARC troopers you’ve met?” He asked. “My condolences.”

You giggled. “We played cards a few times. They’re nice but definitely a handful.”

“They’re all a handful.” Rex waved over the bartender to get another drink. “Every last one of them. That’s why none of them were allowed off base tonight.”

“Oh?” You grinned. “Do tell.”

Once he got going talking about his men, he couldn’t stop. Rex regaled you with the story of how earlier that afternoon he’d discovered his men were not only hiding a loth cat in the barracks, but it had given birth. They had managed to keep it a secret for weeks until the kittens started wreaking havoc. According to his men, Fives and Hardcase had been the ringleaders.

“That’s what they all say at least.” Rex amended. “’Course, Fives’ll take credit for just about anything. But Rose and Echo were suspiciously quiet the whole time. Kix was the only one with the good sense not to show his face in the barracks when I caught them. Still, I’ve got a feeling he encouraged the others to go along with it. Di’kuts, all of them.”

He shook his head but smiled as you laughed. “Anyway. They’re cleaning up the mess and finding natborns to rehome all the kits with. And when they finish with that, they’re supposed to take over the latrine shifts and canteen shifts for any other battalions.”

“Aw, seems a steep punishment for hiding loth cats.” You laughed.

“You didn’t see the state of the barracks.” Rex said, shaking his head slowly. “Apparently a bucket of paint got upended. They should all be scrubbing paw prints out of the durasteel right about now.”

You smiled fondly at Rex. Even as he retold the story, you could tell he was trying not to smile at the antics. It was clear he cared very deeply for his men, even if he had to be the tired parent of them all.

“Sounds like they wear you out.” You teased. “You deserve a break.”

“Are you offering me one?” Rex prompted.

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Rex smirked, and downed the rest of his drink. He took a deep breath, as though he was steeling himself to ask you something.

“Y/N!”

You recognized the voice and turned quickly as Rose hurried up to you. He had a small streak of blue paint across his cheek, but otherwise was beaming.

“Hey, you should’ve told me you’d be here. I went all the way to your apartment and had to backtrack -.”

He noticed the Captain a beat too late and you watched as all the color comically drained from his face. “Captain! Sir!” He snapped to attention. “I ah – I can explain…”

You glanced between Rose and Rex, your own heart pounding. Rose had all but given away the two of you were seeing each other. Rex looked at Rose before looking at you. He then turned to his glass, picking it up and making a big scene of looking it over.

“Sir…?” Rose asked nervously.

“Oh, I’m just inspecting my beverage.” Rex replied smoothly. “I must’ve been drugged you see, because surely I am not seeing my Lieutenant standing here, not when he is under strict orders to stay on base tonight.”

Rose cringed. “Yeah, sir, about that -.”

“It’s my fault.” You spoke up quickly, throwing together a lie. “Rose and I met yesterday, we’d been playing Sabacc with some of his brothers and he very kindly walked me home afterwards. I promised him drinks tonight to thank him and I wouldn’t take no for an answer.” You glanced to Rose. “He was just being a gentleman.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rose. “Funny.” He said. “Could’ve sworn I saw you in the weight room with Fives last night.”

“We… came here afterwards sir.” Rose lied, shifting a little closer to you, almost protective. “Ask him, he’ll say the same thing.”

“I’m sure he will.” Rex stood, picking his helmet up off the counter and knocked his knuckles lightly against the bar. “It was lovely to meet you, ma’am.” He said. “Rose?”

Your soldier stood at attention once again but Rex just put a hand on his shoulder.

“We have a briefing tomorrow morning. Oh-eight-hundred. Don’t be late.”

“Thank you, sir.” Rose was barely audible over the roar of the music in the bar. He looked like his knees would give out at any moment.

You could’ve sworn you saw Rex give Rose a little wink, but it must’ve been a trick of the light. He gave you one last nod before quietly departing.

Neither you nor Rose saw him glance back at you over his shoulder one last time before stepping out of the bar.

~

You’d lost track of how long you sat on the roof with Rex. Partially because he’d gone downstairs and returned with a bottle of your favorite whiskey and two glasses, pouring drinks for you both.

“For Rose,” Rex toasted, clinking your glasses together.

You smiled and for the first time that you could remember, Rose’s name didn’t make your heart ache. “For Rose.”

You both tossed the glasses back, that familiar burn searing your throat and chest before you shook yourself out, watching as Rex poured you both a second glass, entirely unfazed.

“He was very unsubtle about sneaking off base to go see you.” Rex told you, leaning back on one hand and closing his eyes as the breeze kissed his cheeks. “I’d give him a job and it would either be done in record time or it would’ve been passed off to somebody else. He once almost missed a debriefing because he’d spent the night with you. Skidded in right as I was about to start.” He chuckled. “I didn’t mind. He was happy. Gods know we soldiers deserve whatever happiness we can find.”

You hummed, smiling as you took another drink. “He talked about you all the time.” You said, leaning slightly against Rex’s side. “Idolized you, actually. He told me about the battles you’d been in together, how well you led your men.” You smiled to yourself, finishing your second drink and making your way towards a third. “He told me about that virus. Blue Shadow Virus, right?”

Rex hummed, getting himself another drink as well. “That was an ugly mission.”

“He said you were hovering a lot.” You teased. “Because he was always so sick when he was little. You were worried about him.”

“Brothers were dropping dead, left and right. Hells, even Commander Tano passed out at one point.” Rex recalled, shuddering to himself. “I thought we were all going to die.”

“He told me he wasn’t scared because you weren’t scared.” You smiled. “I guess you did a good job of hiding it.”

“He had way too many close calls.” Rex chuckled. “That virus almost took him out. We got rescued just in time. There was another time he was scouting with me and a few others on Saleucami -.”

“I remember that. You were shot.” You recalled and Rex chuckled.

“He really did tell you everything, didn’t he?”

“He was terrified. He told me he thought you were dead, the way you flew off the back of the speeder after getting hit..” You murmured.

“What he probably didn’t tell you is that shot just barely missed him.” Rex replied. “I’d been leading but he’d circled around me to get in front. He was goofing around with Hardcase. Bolt whizzed just an inch past his head and hit me instead. He had a blaster burn on the side of his helmet to prove it.”

You shuddered at the thought. “He didn’t tell me that part.”

“Probably also didn’t tell you that he got shot pretty good on Toydaria.” Rex replied. “Not once, but twice, once in the leg and another straight through the chest. Kix thought for sure he was a goner.”

You were familiar with those wounds. A frown pulled your lips. “He didn’t tell me. I had to find them myself.” You grumbled, still bitter. “He’d come back from the mission and told me he’d gotten hurt, but it was nothing serious.” You threw back your drink again. “Bantha shit, if I brushed against him, he winced. Finally made him show me.”

“I’m sure he got an earful after that.” Rex laughed.

“Oh, he did. And he wasn’t even that bothered that he’d nearly died, no, he was more concerned about the fact that his tattoos had been damaged by the shots. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to get new ink over the scars.” You rolled your eyes. “That man…”

“He was just trying not to worry you.” Rex smiled, taking another drink.

“I always worry.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb along the rim of your glass. “Always. About all of you. I always worried that one day Rose would come home and tell me something had happened to Fives, Echo, you… or any of the others.” You chuckled humorlessly, finishing your drink. “And then… one day you showed up at my door instead.”

A heavy silence fell between you. Rex took your empty glass, filling it up once again.

“It seems so silly.” You said. “That he should survive all of that and then just get shot and killed during a routine supply drop. I thought he was unbreakable.” You shook your head. “Guess I was wrong.”

Rex wouldn’t look you in the eye, instead focusing very intently on the glass in his hands.

“It was quick.” Rex said finally, still avoiding your eyes. “He didn’t feel anything. I promise.”

“I know.” You gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his bicep gently. “And I guess I have that at least. At least… at least I know he didn’t suffer. He wasn’t alone or – or afraid.”

You smiled wistfully, looking out over the skyline.

“There’s a dress in my closet,” You began. “It’s nothing fancy, just a white sundress with lace around the hem and sleeves.”

Rex already seemed to know where this was going. He took a very long drink and followed your gaze out towards the skyline.

“We were going to leave together.” You said quietly. “Get married. Have a family. He had this whole, crazy plan.” You chuckled. “I’d told him I wanted to think about it. It was a big decision, he’d be on the run for the rest of his life, hiding from the Republic. And I’d be part of that.”

You glanced over at Rex. “He told me he was going to tell you. He said we could trust you. Did he ever…?”

Rex shook his head. “No. He never got the chance.”

You nodded, turning back towards the sky. “I was going to say yes.” You whispered. “I was going to go with him when he came back. We were going to run away together… It was all very romantic.” You shook your head, staring down at your glass. “And it was so stupid.”

Rex was quiet for several long moments until finally he rose to his feet, offering you his hand.

“C’mon.” he murmured. “I think that’s enough drinking for one night. Let’s get you home.”

You nodded, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. You swayed. You didn’t realize how much you’d had to drink until you stumbled, falling slightly against his chest.

“The Rose Lounge owner can’t hold her liquor?” Rex teased. “Ironic.”

“Shuddup.” You mumbled, giving him a little shove. “I can walk.”

“Oh no you can’t, Tipsy. C’mere.” He crouched down slightly, and you slumped against his back. He picked you up with ease, bouncing you once to hike you higher up his back. He wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them snug against his torso while your hands wrapped around his shoulders.

“Don’t puke on me.” Rex warned, carrying you piggyback style towards the stairs.

“’M gonna fall off.” You muttered.

“No you won’t. Trust me.”

Your eyes were heavy, cheek pressed against the back of Rex’s neck and you remembered a time very long ago when another man had carried you on his back to this rooftop, and said the very same thing.

“I trust you, Rose.”

Rex was still. You hadn’t noticed your slip, your eyes already slipping closed.

“Okay.” His voice echoed. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

~

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[samstree]

Hug a Witcher Day (1/3)

Jaskier writes a new song ‘Hug a Witcher Day.’ It gains insane popularity and Geralt finds himself hugged by random strangers on one day every year. He just wishes a particular bard would hug him too.

By one person’s popular demand, I present to you a touch-starved Geralt, a cheeky Jaskier and a lot of pining. 

fluff, hand holding, sharing clothes, yearning, 3k, rated G

read on AO3

It is the most ordinary morning.

The wind is picking up after last night’s rain, a common occurrence in the fall, bringing nice moisture in the air all the way from the sea. The last of the heat washed away to reveal crisp blue sky, stretching all the way to meet the mountain range.

It’s an ordinary morning, except everyone is staring at Geralt.

The inn is not busy this early in the morning, but a few patrons have risen for the first meal of the day. As the witcher sits down at a table, the atmosphere changes instantly. The conversation hushes and eyes start turning in his direction. Some are even giggling with their friends upon seeing him.

Although, there’s no malice, no fear, or disdain.

Only amusement.

It won’t be the first time that a crowd finds a witcher to be a curious sight. Although it is unusual for a town of this scale to have never seen one of them before.

So Geralt pays no mind. He only wants to finish his porridge in peace. His stomach has been rumbling since he missed dinner last night. The hunt took way longer than he anticipated, and by the time he returned, the inn had long since stopped serving. Although the maid—a young girl no more than sixteen—promised to give him an extra portion at breakfast.

Even she’s staring too.

The girl takes a look at Geralt’s finished bowl and hurries to fetch another from the kitchen. She carries the porridge and an extra loaf of rye bread to his table with a smile that gradually lights up her whole face.

Geralt nods as she puts them down, confused at the good mood of this whole establishment.

His confusion grows when she doesn’t leave. Instead, the girl lingers a moment, as if working up her courage, before bending down to circle her arms around Geralt.

He has to fight every instinct in his body to stay still and let her hug him. Her arms are squeezing gently, not the too-tight kink. Her curled locks are all over his face. When she pulls back, her round cheeks are flushed like a beet, the grin now carrying a hint of embarrassment.

“Why—”

“Thank you, master witcher!” she exclaims chirpily.

“What for?” he frowns.

“For getting rid of the fiend, of course!” She’s almost taking offense at the question. “Right before today, no less.”

“What’s so special about today?”

“It’s the day before Saovine, sir. Do you not know?”

Well…no. The passage of time registers too vaguely when he’s traveling alone from one town to another. The contract last night was no different from the last five.

Geralt doesn’t want to think about how monotonous the path is without a companion, or he’ll have to admit to himself that he’s missing the bard and his ridiculous songs and too-loud playing. He won’t do it, even in the safety of his own mind.

Still, her answer doesn’t explain anything.

“The day before Saovine!” she must be seeing his silence as an encouragement to continue. “It’s Hug a Witcher Day!”

Geralt drops the spoon into the porridge. Biting back a curse in a child’s company, he fumbles to fish it out.

“Hug a—what?”

“It’s how the song goes! Hug a witcher and thank him for the work he’s done. All the monster-killing in the past year!” Her smile turns to a tiny frown. “And you, sir, just killed that fiend for us last night. As the lyrics say, it’s only right that I hug you!”

“It was…my job. And why does it have to be Saovine?”

“It’s the day before Saovine, sir. It’s the last holiday before witchers rest for the winter. It’s only right to thank them now.” she proclaims proudly. “Have you really not heard ‘Hug a Witcher’?”

Should he have? Before asking the next question, Geralt has an inkling that he already knows the answer.

“Whose song is it?”

“Who else? Your bard of course. Master Jaskier the bard!”

The words your bard somehow lands on a soft spot in Geralt’s chest.

Although Jaskier hasn’t traveled with him for months. Geralt doesn’t pay attention to the bard’s new hits because they will eventually reach his ears anyway. Jaskier can never pass an opportunity to serenade him with every new composition when they are alone by a campfire, looking for the witcher’s personal reviews no matter how well-received by the public they appear to be.

“Hmm.” Geralt calculates the distance between where he is and Oxenfurt. This ‘Hug a Witcher’ song, in fact, is spreading faster than any of Jaskier’s famous ballads.

A hug can’t be worse than being tossed coins, right?

 *

It keeps happening for the rest of the day.

First, it’s the stable hand. Geralt is just trying to load his pack onto Roach when the young lad comes in. He doesn’t try to hug Geralt, only giving him a polite nod.

“Thank you. For your work, sir,” the lad says, before helping Geralt saddle the mare. “Like the song says, eh? Thank a witcher so no monster will plague you in the coming year.”

And then, it’s a few small children. A flock of them suddenly come out of nowhere and just… cling to his legs.

“Thank you master wiiiiitcheeeeer!” They shout in unison and drag the last few syllables longer and longer. And then the group disperses just as quickly as they gathered, giggling and running off to an alley.

All except one.

The smallest one stays at his feet, looking up and staring at him.

“Hug!” the boy stretches out his short arms.

Geralt blinks.

The boy stares, eyes wide and expectant.

So Geralt has no choice but to bend down and let the boy wrap those short arms around his neck.

“You’re welc—"

It’s over in a second and the child is rejoining his friends, who are now peaking their heads out of the corner of the alley. Excited squeals erupt among them.

Geralt feels the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

When he gets to the market, a few shop owners are smiling so brightly and offering discounts. Roach gets a horseshoe and an apple for free within the first hour. The silversmith shouts out thanks before jogging up to him and pulls him in for a bear hug.

“Hug a witcher for luck,” she says.

“No, it’s for good harvests!” an old man corrects her.

They keep coming.

But everyone has a different reason and it makes Geralt wonder how many versions Jaskier has for this one song. Or, he dreads to think, how long it is.

“Hug a witcher and death will avoid your door.”

“Hug a witcher for a merciful winter.”

“Hug a witcher for good rain!”

“Thank you, master witcher.”

“Thanks, sir, for your service!”

 *

“Geralt! You need to control your bard!”

Lambert growls as he slams into the heavy wooden door of Kaer Morhen keep, stamping his foot to shake off the snow.

Turning another page of the book, Geralt refuses to look at his younger brother when he’s in a grouchy mood.

“What did he do?” he asks nonchalantly.

“You know—" Lambert grits his teeth. “—what he did.”

The youngest wolf sits down, crowding Geralt’s space, his cloak still wet from the storm outside. Geralt raises an eyebrow but stays on the book. He is not going to make it easier for his brother.

After seconds of silence, Lambert finally gives in. “His song!”

“You can’t possibly be mad about Hug a Witcher.” Eskel walks in and also sits at the table, the sewing kit and a ripped shirt in hand. “It’s a good one.”

“I’m a witcher! They saw me and tried to hug me!”

“So?”

Like Geralt, Eskel only fuels the youngest wolf’s exasperation. He even starts to thread the needle, completely unfazed.

“So?” Lambert pulls off his cloak and the water splashes all over Geralt’s book. “For a whole day, people tried to touch me. A whole day, Geralt! All thanks to your bard and his blasted song! I couldn’t even get out of town without those folks jumping on me.”

“And? I don’t know about you, but I appreciate some showing of gratitude. Thank your bard for me, will you?” Eskel nudges at Geralt.

“Hmm.”

“I don’t care,” Lambert continues, pointing a finger at Geralt. “Tell the bard to stop this nonsense, or I will stop him myself and he won’t be as pretty afterwards.”

Geralt finally dogears the page and faces his brother’s tantrum. He wonders if the crease between his eyebrows is tight enough to crack a walnut—it might be fun to try one day. “Or you can just not let them,” he deadpans.

“What?”

“You are a witcher, the best one among us—according to yourself.” Geralt tilts his head, squinting. “Are you telling me you couldn’t fend off some villagers who were only trying to give you a squeeze?”

Lambert’s face stills, his index finger hanging in the air. In front of Geralt’s unblinking eyes, his face turns redder and redder.

“Urgh,” with an annoyed wave, Lambert storms off the same way he stormed in, all the while muttering all kinds of colorful curses.

Geralt purses his lips as to not let out a too-obviously laugh, but at the corner of his eyes, he notices Eskel shaking his head in amusement.

“All jokes aside, I liked the song.”

Geralt shrugs.

“Jaskier knows how to make them go around.”

“No, I like the day that came with the song. Just about a decade ago, people barely thanked us for a job well done, but now? Lambert is a prick, but I don’t mind having a pat on the back after spending a whole year on the path. Don’t you think?”

“Hmm.” He shrugs again.

Eskel has put down his needlework and is observing him intently. Both of his brothers are so weird about this, Geralt reckons, but on opposite sides of weird. Maybe that’ll be the bard’s review when they meet in the spring.

“Maybe you are indifferent because your bard already knows to appreciate you, wolf. Being your barker and all. Was he thrilled to see the rest of the world catch on?”

Geralt frowns while opening the book again, not sure where this is going.

“Jaskier wasn’t with me during Saovine.”

“No?” Eskel is moving into his space too. Urgh, the two of them. “You bard got the whole continent to hug you, but he wasn’t there to give you one himself?”

“No.”

A sudden surge of irritation rises, but Geralt isn’t sure why. All he wants to do is read the damn book without his brothers nagging him about how terrible or how amazing this ridiculous day is.

“Hmm.” Eskel mirrors his hum. Every time the older witcher does this is because he’s trying to figure out something, and Geralt has no intention of finding out.

“I’ll read elsewhere.” With a loud snap of the book, Geralt leaves the room in a few quick strides.

He has a feeling that this lousy mood might stick with him for a while yet. At least until he can leave Eskel’s inexplicable prodding and Lambert’s grumpy ass behind.

*

“I know you don’t like the touchy mushy stuff, Geralt. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they would actually hug you all day long!”

Jaskier looks so contrite that his hands are reined in from his full-body gestures, and that’s how Geralt knows the guilt is genuine. His fingers are fidgeting with the hemline of his winter doublet and his hands, exposed in the chill, are turning red.

It’s still quite early in the spring, since Geralt has come to find the bard in Oxenfurt as soon as the ground thawed. A cold spell is hitting the town pretty hard, although Jaskier is sure that it’ll be the last one before green returns to this town.

It doesn’t help that snow has been steadily falling and melting at the same time during their stroll around campus. The bard shivers a little.

“It’s fine,” Geralt says, taking off his own scarf and wrapping it around Jaskier’s neck.

“It is not! Once again, I have been so focused on my professional achievements and forgotten about the impact those songs have on you. All of you.”

Jaskier helps Geralt adjust the scarf so it covers all of his neck and the lower half of his face. It’s made of the warmest yarn Vesemir keeps at Kaer Morhen, but the plain color is a stark contrast against the delicate design of the bard’s fur-lined doublet. In comparison, Geralt’s scarf looks too coarse to be there, but Jaskier seems content enough to bury his face into the material, letting out a soft sigh.

His hands still look cold, so Geralt removes his gloves as well.

“Eskel likes it. The song and the day.”

Those words seem to lighten Jaskier’s mood. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly.

“Really? He likes Hug a Witcher day?”

“Mm-hmm.”

The bard flexes his stiff hands before sliding into the leather gloves. They fit surprisingly well with Jaskier’s long fingers, only a bit loose on the wrists, so Geralt makes sure to fasten the cords. He then holds both Jaskier’s hands between his palms, just to warm them up a little.

Can’t let a lutenist complain about frostbite on his fingers.

“Says it’s nice to be appreciated for all the hard work he’s done. The hugs aren’t bad either,” Geralt explains. “Eskel never minded them anyway.”

“And you?” Despite his slight apprehension, Jaskier’s eyes are filled with careful hope. “Do you mind them?”

With a final squeeze, Geralt lets go.

“I told you it’s fine.”

“You don’t have to say it to make me feel better, my dear. I know how you don’t like people touching you,” the bard says, reaching out to brush off some snowflakes on Geralt’s shoulder with a gloved hand.

Geralt frowns, looks down to Jaskier’s casual touch on his shoulder, and then back to his concerned blue eyes.

Why on earth does Jaskier think he hates touches? The bard himself touches him all the time, at least in the past couple of years. Not at the beginning though, when they were barely friends and Geralt told him to fuck off all the time and not to feed Roach treats and—

And when Geralt punched him in the gut just to drive him away.

He’s seen Jaskier hug so many people, countless flings, long-term lovers, his parents, cousins, even other bards. He’s seen Jaskier hug Essi just this morning while being teased by her relentlessly about something Geralt didn’t understand. Must have been an inside joke.

But never him.

Jaskier never hugs him.

The realization sinks Geralt’s heart somehow. The cold wind suddenly cuts a lot more brutally on his bare neck and hands.

He doesn’t mind a little nip when Jaskier is the more sensitive one, being human and all. But at this moment, with the bard all bundled up in a soft doublet with those feathery puffs on his shoulders, he looks like he can give great hugs.

Jaskier looks so…huggable.

Geralt wonders what it would be like to take Jaskier in his arms and squish him over those thick, airy clothes. He wonders if he can bury his nose into his scarf—now it would smell like a mixture of Jaskier’s floral scent and the wood ash that always lingers around Geralt’s person. He would pull away to see Jaskier’s cheeks painted pink in the cold air and snow melting on his long lashes—

“You are just saying it, aren’t you? I have deeply offended you.” Jaskier interrupts those wandering thoughts because he has taken the silence as anger. His expression can only be described as crestfallen. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be too mad. I cannot lose my best friend. I simply cannot take it, Geralt! I will die of a broken heart!”

The plea is so dramatic that Geralt lets out a chuckle.

“Will you relax?” he pats Jaskier on his puffy sleeve. “I’m not mad, little poet. It truly is fine. Some children hugging me on the leg is not the end of the world.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Somehow, Geralt knows that if Jaskier decides to also give him a hug that day, it won’t be the worst thing either. Hug a witcher to thank him, it’s the bard’s own words. He’s protected Jaskier from angry spouses so many times it will definitely warrant a hug, right?

“Good, then.” Jaskier lowers his face into the scarf again, pretending to hide from a draft, but Geralt can see the faint smile around the corners of his eyes. “I’m glad your brothers also enjoyed my contribution to what will become the next official holiday.”

“Oh no, that’s just Eskel. You should avoid Lambert this year.” Geralt grimaces. “Maybe the next few years too.”

Jaskier is taken aback but recovers quickly.

“Well, I’ve got you to protect me from his wrath, my friend who’s not angry with me.” The smile, this time, is genuine and brightens up Jaskier’s whole being. His arms stretch out in a pose once more. “Where shall we go when spring comes? You know, when it really comes.”

Jaskier grimaces at the sky as if judging it for the untimely harsh weather blocking their way.

“Hmm.”

Geralt is in no hurry to determine the where of their journey this year, but the when of it…

A sudden ache in his chest tells him that maybe he should stick with Jaskier until Saovine.

Or at least the day before.

---

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[antarax]

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

It's late at night when Damian makes a stop by your house with the intention to confess his feelings for you.

Damian Wayne x Black!Reader, gender neutral.

Words: 2,105

AN: Happy Valentine’s to all the beautiful black people in the fandom!! I dedicate this one to all of us, who rarely get any works that include us or are actually vague enough to. Hope you enjoy it 💞

It was a quiet, cold night in Gotham. Neon city lights blurred into your room as the muffled sounds of the videogame on the old TV kept you company, the blue hue of the fluorescent lights washing over your bedroom even through half-pulled curtains. 

The day had been a slow and uneventful one. For you, at least, after the hope of receiving someone's valentine had been completely blown off, the same energy manifesting itself in you as the night also dragged itself along. 

You almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of your window opening, having had no expectations of anything more for the day –that, and the fact that it was well into the night already. You saw Damian standing outside with his hand on the window sill, a bag in the other, Robin uniform dirty and tattered as his cape fluttered violently with the breeze. 

He seemed stuck in his place, as if he had been the one surprised, frowning like he hadn't expected you in your own room. 

The slight semblance of a smile grew on your face, "Well, come in," you said, pausing the game. 

It wasn't uncommon for Damian to stop by your building after a busy night, the moon shining beautifully in the sky and the clouds a beautiful swirl of the light as he came through your window expertly quiet. But, even then with the known comfortability and trust you two had managed to reach in your relationship, it also wasn't uncommon to feel like remnants of the younger, more insecure Damian still clung to him slightly. 

Slightly as in  heavily. 

You watched him as he moved into the small space and set down the bag on the floor, taking off his gloves and mask with the rough delicacy you associated with him. 

He stood as if he was tightly wound up, like perhaps he could breathe wrong, or whatever new, unspoken rule he'd created for himself plagued his mind now. 

It was a little funny. 

"I'm not going to eat you, you know?" 

Damian rolled his eyes, "I'm aware." 

"Doesn't look like it," You muttered, glancing down at the controller in your hands, "What's in the bag anyways?" 

"I— Things." 

You raised a brow. 

"Food, sweets. Drinks." 

"Really?" 

"Yes," Damian replied, sitting down and sagging against the wall underneath the windowsill, chest rising and falling slowly as he exhaled deeply. Damian grabbed the bag again, putting it down next to you, "They're yours." 

You set aside the controller and rummaged through the bag, the thoughts racing in your head. Damian knew you well and you him, your friendship spanning over a few years now. There had been a lot you'd trusted him with. Secrets, worries, embarrassing shit you'd done that still haunted you and Damian had been no different. He let you in on his bigger secret, how he carried the mantle of Robin every night. Some of his deepest remorses were ones that you had knowledge of; although never diving too deep in the murky waters of Damian’s life, you still valued the clear trust he had in you. 

And along all these moments, every opportunity you've had to know each other, slowly and softly peeling aside the layers covering the people you were, a warm intimacy rooted itself in your growing friendship. A comfortable sort of intimacy. 

Every once in a while you stopped by the manor on the quiet days where it was only Alfred and the animals. You helped Alfred in the kitchen whenever he was practicing for a new recipe or baking a dessert for the family later in the day. You spent hours with Damian in his room, where his cat Alfred would always curl up next to you on his bed as he worked on his art, walking around the manor or playing around with Titus and Batcow in the manor's backyard –which, really, was just an enormous open field that they were too humble to call so– and sometimes you'd even earn an invitation to dinner. 

As for you, Damian tended to visit at night more so than day, but there were moments where he would show up on a sunny afternoon when everyone else wasn't home, slumping down on your couch for an hour or two before going back to his own things. Sometimes he'd drop by books he'd seen at the library, a small trinket he'd bought at the store and various other paraphernalia that, somehow, you always ended up loving. 

Damian knew your taste well, and there was no doubt he'd spend countless amounts of time pondering over each of his gifts before they ever reached your hands. All things that while anyone else might have brushed over you appreciated immensely. 

"You know," you began as you leaned back into the foot of your bed, ripping off pieces from a napkin you'd taken out of the bag, buying time. Hesitating, "I actually— sort of, was hoping for a valentine this year." 

You gazed at Damian's eyes, your interest boring into them, digging as deep as you were allowed. They looked nervous, hilariously so. Almost like he'd been caught. But caught... doing what, exactly? 

Perhaps caught in the middle of staring back at you as he'd tend to do; how he'd tend to do and assumed you didn't notice. 

Or maybe caught when he would discreetly drop off something in your room or your locker after having seen it at the store or the cafeteria and knowing immediately you'd like it, always behind the guise of simple complacency. Caught, in his true intentions, what truly made him do all these otherwise insignificant things that were much too small even for somebody as detail-driven as Damian. 

Olive-colored eyes still shifted uncomfortably in front of you as the sole giveaway of the true nervousness Damian was drowning in, refusing to show anything more of himself, even when it mattered. 

Especially when it mattered. It was frustrating. 

"You were?" 

"Yeah," You shifted in your spot, "I was." 

No one could ever, ever know something about Damian that he didn't share. It's just not something you could do. Not when it came to him. Anybody who knew anything at all about who Damian Wayne is, at his core in existence, knows it only because he's allowed them to. 

And he'd allowed you to know this too, and yet now he was hesitating. 

"You wished to have... a valentine. Anyone?" 

"Anyone." 

"You could have, easily, if you wanted it," Damian rolled his eyes. 

"I could?" You smiled, and the twinkle in your eyes was nothing short of mischievous. 

"Yes." 

"Reeeally. How?" 

Damian slouched against the wall, "Well, you'd simply have to ask," he said it as if it had been an obvious fact, "I'm sure anyone at the academy would've said yes." 

Your smile widened as you raised your brows, "Oh?" 

Damian frowned, "You are making fun of me." 

"What do you mean? How." 

Damian crossed his arms as you laughed. 

"You think I'm making fun of you," you protested, "I'm not." 

"TT." 

"There's something you want to say, isn't there? Just spit it out, Damian." 

Damian's eyes lingered all over the room. His hands had started to sweat a while ago and by then, his heart had sped up so much he was sure it was making some attempt at breaking through and out of his chest. 

Originally, his plan had been to drop by and bring you a gift, but then he'd gotten nervous and internally malfunctioned, because he'd bought a double of everything so that you wouldn't assume it had been a gift and instead just him coming by to hang out like he always did. 

He had planned to come by, tell you he'd... harbored a few unwanted feelings towards you and hoped you would have been tired enough that you wouldn't have realized it, but clearly, his plan had flipped over backwards and blown up in his face. 

Damian took as deep a breath as possible with his collar putting him in a choke hold, as if trying to push out his words while simultaneously wanting to keep them buried the deepest he could. 

"I— hm," He stared intently at the floor, for the first time in a while feeling like the small child who would trip over his own emotions again, but he was resolved to tell you, "I like you. I suppose." 

It hadn't been surprising to Damian. More that it was hard to accept. He'd mulled over it for a long, long time. In fact, the reason he'd visited you tonight, made up his mind to tell you so, had been his ridiculously embarrassing performance. 

Being surprised by petty thieves and thrown out of the loop by measly codes, none of which happen, ever, not to him at least. Damian was far above such childish mistakes, at least so he thought until he started taking a closer look at his own thoughts and realized your eyes had gone from brown to 'beautiful pools of honey', your skin a beautiful, shining shade of brown. 

He was an artist, after all. He'd spent afternoons studying his environment, the shapes and colors, how everything fit in together; you were no stranger to his thoughts. 

Which of course, you wouldn't know. If you had, you would have taken the jump much earlier. You would have never acted based off of assumption alone, but having the confirmation, well. 

By now you had to contain your smile because surely, surely, your cheeks would be sore afterwards. 

"Wow," you raised your brows in obvious mocking, "Really?" 

Damian scrunched up his face in disgust, like he'd witnessed the most foul thing yet, crossing his arms tighter but refusing to meet your gaze as he turned to the wall. 

"You know, Damian." 

"Yes?" 

"The valentine I was hoping for this year… was yours. You could've easily made a card and thrown some glitter over it and that would be the end of that." 

"A card, with glitter?" Damian snapped his head at you, seeming almost bored as he spoke in a deadpan voice, "Is that how lowly you think of me?" 

At this you did laugh, almost too loudly for one in the morning, that you had to push both your hands against your mouth. 

Damian frowned, "Please do know that if I were to ever make something so miserable, it must be because I've been replaced. Which would not happen. Ever." 

You stood, shuffling over to Damian and sitting down next to him. 

He looked pretty underneath the moonlight coming through the window, the curls over his forehead looking soft and shiny. 

Damian looked right into your eyes, for the first time that night not looking away, he was trapped now. Not truly, he could leave, but did he want to? Not at all. 

Softly, Damian touched your hand, something perhaps akin to fear in his eyes as if he still expected rejection. 

"Damian?" 

"Hm?" 

"I'm going to kiss you." 

"Oh." 

"Unless you don’t want me to." 

"Please do. I mean—" 

It was a shy and quick kiss, but so, so exciting as Damian's grip tightened around your hand and you leaned into him. 

When you leaned away, it was with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

"Please do—" 

Damian frowned again, clearly not amused. After a few seconds though, your laugh died out. Truth is, your stomach was churning. Because, while you were very much happy and excited, you were also incredibly nervous. 

Both of you were stitching your thoughts back together, seconds of silence passing by. You were still holding Damian's hand. 

He closed his eyes, frown deepening considerably and quickly before he spoke, vile spilling out of his mouth, "A card? With some glitter thrown over it?" 

He looked downright furious, disgusted even. 

"Seriously?" 

"It's not that big of a deal," You chuckled, "Get over it." 

"Hm." 

Damian looked out the window, and you followed, the moon standing beautifully in the middle of the sky. 

Damian sighed, "I have to go." 

"Oh... okay." 

He didn't move. Neither of you did. 

Damian gave you a quick kiss again, looking absolutely scandalized when he pulled back. You stared at each other in complete disbelief before he stood up and started putting his gloves on again. 

He pressed his hands onto the windowsill and took a deep breath.

Damian looked at you, tenderly, "Goodnight, Y/N." 

"Goodnight, Damian." You smiled. 

Damian gave you a small smile, "Hm." 

You watched as he jumped off, grappling to the nearest building and laughed when you saw him standing still before disappearing into the night. 

#DC #DC Comics #Batman #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Wayne x Black!reader #escritos

[farfromsugafanfic]

Lock & Key

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes

Synopsis: When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

"Have you guys found a present for Y/N yet?" Jin asked, picking up his third pizza slice and taking a large bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his lips.

"You haven't gotten it yet? Her birthday dinner is tomorrow," Taehyung said. His eyes were tired, but he'd still insisted on joining the party despite having just gotten off a long train ride, as he hadn't seen his friends from high school for months. "I got her the first two manga in that series she's been wanting to read."

"Mmm," Jin said, seeming to consider Taehyung's choice of gift. "I need mine to be really special. He finished his pizza to the crust and turned it 180 degrees and bit into the end. "Jungkook, you're closest to Y/N. What are you getting her?"

Jungkook turned, wide-eyed towards Jin. The younger's face was already a bit flushed from the beers and from the mention of your name. "I'm paying for her part of the meal tomorrow and I got her tickets to that musical that's only in town for one night."

"Woah, that's gonna be hard to beat," Jimin said, "Y/N hasn't stopped talking about that musical since they announced it. Remember how she went crazy over it in the group chat?"

"I'm sure Y/N will like whatever you get her," Jungkook said. "She isn't very picky and she'll appreciate it because it came from you."

"I know. I just have something special planned and I want it to be perfect." The six other guys looked to the eldest expectantly. Jin sighed. "Gosh, fine, I'll tell you. I plan on confessing to her tomorrow."

"What? You like Y/N?! Since when?"

"Woah, congrats man!"

"You'll make such a cute couple."

The group fell to chaos, but Jungkook was notably the least excited. At the mention of Jin's plans, he sunk back against the wall and took a large bite of his pizza, followed by a gulp of beer.

"I'm not sure when I started liking her," Jin said. "I just kind of realized that I do. I figured we are friends and I'll regret it if I don't give it a shot."

"Are you sure her birthday is the best time to confess?" Jungkook asked, finally piping up. "What if things don't go well and you ruin it? Are you going to do it in front of everyone?"

"I thought about it and I'm going to wait until after the meal. Maybe I'll be able to steal her away for a few moments after she opens our gifts."

Jungkook's nose wrinkled and he was obviously unsatisfied with the answer. Yet, he dropped it and reached for another slice of pizza. "Why does it matter to you Jungkook? It's not like we all still won't hang out or that you'll never see her."

"Y/N's been hurt before. I'm sure you remember how upset she was after Minsung. I had to sleep in her bed for two weeks because she'd wake up crying. I never want her to feel that hurt again."

"Jungkook, I won't hurt her. She's more likely to hurt me. Why do you care so much about her heart being broken anyway? You're not the one who broke it and you aren't responsible for fixing it. Y/N's a big girl, she can handle herself."

Jungkook pouted. "I have to pee," he said, standing up and leaving the room, carrying his pizza slice with him.

vVv

An array of appetizers were spread across the table, a few bites taken from each. You were just waiting on the last three to show up: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. You expected them to come together as they had been nearly inseparable in high school. As Jin finished off one of the appetizers, you spotted Jimin and Taehyung walking in. You got up and rushed towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Jimin and Taehyung said, nearly tripping each other as they ran to hug you. "It's been too long, Y/N!" The two boys had moved out of the city for college and you rarely got to see them. You didn't know what you do if Jungkook--your best friend--had gone with them.

"I'm so glad you guys could make it! Come on and sit down, we're just waiting on Jungkook."

The appetizers were gone and the missing chair at the table remained. Worry grew in your throat and you glanced down at your phone for the umpteenth time to see if he had texted you. Even, just a simple "Running late!" or "Stuck in traffic!" would calm your nerves.

"Have you guys heard from Jungkook at all?"

The other guys all shook their heads and gave you sympathetic looks. You'd put off ordering, but it'd been nearly an hour since most of you arrived and you didn't want to keep the staff waiting any longer. "All right, let's order."

"I'm sure he just got stuck in traffic or something, Y/n," Jin said, reaching out and tapping your hand.

Your heart dropped as you read his last reply. You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you pushed them back before the other guys could notice.

"He's not coming," you said.

"What?" you heard someone ask, but you were too focused on not allowing your spiraling thoughts ruin your birthday and holding back tears to register who it was.

"He said he got a date or something. I don't know, but come on, we can enjoy this without him."

Due to the solemn looks on their faces, you knew they saw right through your facade. You and Jungkook had been best friends since elementary school where he accidentally trampled you when he was racing his friends. Despite ending up with a badly skinned knee and a couple of bruises, you were fine, but Jungkook had insisted on taking you to the nurse's office anyway. He pretended to sprain his ankle just so he could sit and keep you company.

What had happened since then? You'd never felt like your friendship was dwindling when it came to Jungkook. Whenever either of you dated, it didn't make a difference. High school graduation didn't separate you. Not even when Jungkook forced you to a haunted house in high school and laughed when he saw the stain on your jeans and realized you'd peed your pants in fright.

Despite ignoring for Overwatch or coming to your apartment just for the free food, he always ended up doing small things to make up for it. You often found chocolate bars stashed in the odd drawer or cupboard to make up for all the food he steals. After he finished laughing, Jungkook allowed you to wear his sweatshirt to cover it and bought you new jeans. You still had that sweatshirt stashed in your closet somewhere.

vVv

The tears stopped by the end of dinner, but now anger ran down your spine. How dare he skip your birthday for someone he just met? He'd never done anything like this before, he was the one person in this world that you could depend on, and now he's not. You feel a pang of sadness in your stomach and reach out for your portion of the bill, which Jungkook had promised to pay for.

"Stop," Jin said, reaching for the bill you'd just barely wrapped your fingertips around. "You're not paying. We'll split yours." You nodded, powerless to the eldest's tone.

After the bill was paid, everyone got up and starting readying to leave. You had taken a taxi, expecting Jungkook to take you home afterward. Jin seemed to notice, his brown eyes melting when they met yours.

"Hey, come on, I'll walk you home."

You nodded and waved goodbye to the other guys as you all walked in opposite directions or climbed into taxis. You didn't catch the other guys thumbs upping Jin and giving him reassuring smiles.

"Thanks for coming," you said. "Even though it kinda got ruined."

"I'll always come, Y/N."

"Oh, when I get a hold of his bunny ass--"

"Go easy on him, Y/N. I'm sure he has a better reason than he told you."

"He better be on his death bed then."

Jin let out a snort, which caused you to smile, but the smile soon faded and so did the fake happiness the anger made you feel. Now you just felt hopeless and felt the tears stinging in your sinuses again.

"Do," you said, already your voice faltering. "you think I'm still enough?"

Jin stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Am I still enough for him? Maybe he found a better friend," you said, your gaze painting the sidewalk. "I mean, I always rely on him. He's always my shoulder to cry on. Maybe he finally got tired of it. Got tired of me."

Jin placed a hand on your shoulder. It felt odd, as Jin wasn't one for skinship, but his touch was comforting, even if you were imagining it was Jungkook's. Except you couldn't, Jungkook's touch was old, familiar, warm. Like the fireplace at your grandparent's house or when your car is completely heated on a snowy day. Jin's--sure, it was warm--but it wasn't Jungkook.

"No, no, of course not," Jin said, moving to hug you, your cheek hitting his chest. "That could never happen. You and Jungkook have been friends for years. If he was gonna get tired of you, he would've already."

You scoffed, half in laughter and half in fear. "Thanks."

"Okay, but seriously, Jungkook cares about you. A lot." Jin paused and sighed. You looked up, noticing his eyes weren't on you, but rather he was looking up. His eyes looked glazed, but you didn't remember him having any drinks. "He wouldn't allow himself to lose you, Y/N. Trust me."

The rest of the walk was filled with a comfortable silence. It was only a few more blocks from where you'd stopped, so you reached your apartment in just a few minutes.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said. "Sorry, I got kinda sad halfway through."

Jin shook his head and reached to move a piece of your ponytail that had escaped from the hairband and fallen roguishly over your head.

"You don't need to apologize for your feelings, Y/N. Just promise me you won't kill the kid. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding."

You nodded, although you weren't convinced that Jungkook didn't now hate you for reasons you didn't know.

"Thanks," you said. "For everything."

Jin nodded. "You're welcome." He turned and walked into the night and you turned your back before he disappeared.

vVv

"How did the confession go?" Jimin asked, as soon as Jin walked into the small apartment he shared with Yoongi, which was now cramped with six bodies.

"It didn't."

Jimin and the other faces in the room all contorted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't confess."

"But, why? Wasn't that your plan? Don't you like her?"

"She loves someone else," Jin said, his voice deeper than usual, his heartbreak captured in the back of his throat. "And, someone else loves her."

vVv

Two Days Later

You hadn't heard anything from Jungkook since the night of your birthday and you weren't sure what hurt more--the fact that he didn't care enough to explain himself or that he had seemingly replaced you. His Instagram was full of stories and posts of him with the girl you assumed was the one he skipped your birthday for. She was beautiful with large dark eyes and curly hair. His arm was around her shoulders and then eventually her waist. He must really like her because you remember how it took Jungkook nearly two years just to feel comfortable placing an arm around you.

You huffed and threw your phone onto your bed as you ran your hands through your hair. You were still mad, but you didn't want to lose your best friend. You remembered Taehyung mentioning how all the guys were getting together for Overwatch.

You hardly thought as you headed towards Jin's and Yoongi's apartment--the largest of the apartments belonging to those in your friend group.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the apartment. You found the seven guys all crowded onto two couches and watching Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn't notice you until you slipped in and placed your hand  on Jimin's shoulder—who jumped at your touch.

"Y/N!"

All seven heads turned to look at you. Most breaking into smiles and friendly greetings and offering you snacks.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked, his voice breaking through the revelry. He was normally so soft-spoken, but at this moment, his voice grated through the air.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"You weren't invited here."

Your stomach turned. He'd never spoken to you like this, ever. Jungkook was normally the happiest when you showed up unannounced.

"Since when do I need an invitation, Jungkook? This is Jin and Yoongi's place, not yours."

Jungkook didn't respond but instead unpaused the game. Taehyung barely had time to close his mouth from watching the two of you that he fumbled with the controller as he realized Jungkook had restarted the game.

"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me then?"

You rolled your eyes at how typical this was of all your ex-boyfriends. Towards the end of the relationship, they always ignored you for something else. Sometimes it was someone else, others it was their job. And yet, others, it was video games.

Jungkook had been there with you for all of these failed relationships. He said you deserved someone better, someone, who would never leave you or ignore you. You thought he was the only constant in your life, the one person who would never leave you, but now, he was just like all the rest.

Tears stung your sinuses. You dug your feet into the carpet and grabbed onto the back of the couch, trying to focus on the game. The guys had gone back to talking amongst themselves, eating, and watching the game. Yet, the air felt different, you caught concerned glances flicking your way and Jin silently offered you a slice of pizza which you declined, only eliciting another puppy-eyed look from the eldest of the group.

Jungkook was close to winning and the tears were soon beginning to simmer and your hands balled into fists. Before you could think or stop yourself, you marched around the couch and reached for the cord that was connected to the Xbox. The screen went black and all the eyes in the room shifted to you.

"Y/N?! What the fuck?!" Jungkook said, his voice rising. "I was about to win!"

"Jungkook, we need to talk and you're being an asshole."

Jungkook's ears were red and his eyes hard as steel. "This is ridiculous, Y/N. You came here uninvited to talk to me and when I go back to playing games because that's what I'm here for, you unplugged the system and demand I talk to you. And, I'm the asshole?"

You wanted to scream and pull your hair out. Yet, the thing you wanted most was to cry into Jungkook's oversized, black T-shirt because you knew it smelled of his cologne.

"Jungkook, you skipped my birthday party and you said we could talk about it, but it's been two days and I just want my best friend back."

"Y/N, why can't you just take the hint you're not wanted? This was supposed to be a guy's night and now you've had to come in here and ruin everything. You're way too clingy, like, this is why they always leave you."

"Jungkook!" Jin said.

You barely registered as the other boys chastised Jungkook as your vision blurred from the tears. You swore you saw his face soften before your eyes were totally filled with tears, but you couldn't be sure.

"Y/N," Jin said. You felt his hand come to rest gently on your shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you home."

vVv

A few days later you found yourself standing outside of Jungkook's apartment. You knew Taehyung and Jimin were staying with him, so you secretly hoped one of them would open the door.

The hallway was silent and dimly lit. It felt like midnight despite being noon. You softly knocked on the door, the sound--while quiet--seemed to echo down the hallway. You weren't sure what you were going to do or say when he opened the door. You were only sure that you missed the way he used to show up at your place at midnight with ice cream sandwiches or the way he let you borrow his sweatshirts when you were cold or couldn't sleep.

Thirty seconds passed and you knocked again. Firmer this time, each knock ringing out in the empty hallway.

"Jungkookie," you said softly.

You heard footsteps on the other side of the door. They were faint, but you recognized them from when he slept over at your apartment when you were sick or going through a rough time.

You listened as the door unlocked and slowly opened. He only opened the door a crack, just enough to peak out, as if you were an unknown person knocking on his door. As if you didn't know the layout of his apartment or that he kept all his mess concentrated to the common areas and his bedroom immaculate.

"Y/N...what are you doing here?"

His voice was softer than the last time you spoke. You knew Jin had told Jungkook how much you cried as he took you home and how you didn't answer his texts all night.

"I just wanted to see you," you said. "We don't have to talk or anything. I just miss you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. His eyes scanning over you. Your hair was unwashed and pulled into a bun and you wore sweatpants and a T-shirt. Dark circles outlined your eyes and even though it had only been a few days, your face looked thinner and your skin languid.

Another set of footsteps approached and the door swung open wider. Taehyung stood there in just his boxers and munching on a piece of toast. His eyes widened when he saw you and he glanced over at Jungkook, who's eyes were looking down at your feet.

"Hey, stop being a dick and let her in."

"Put on some clothes then," Jungkook said, his voice quiet and low, almost a growl. He swung the door all the way open and disappeared into his apartment.

Taehyung met your eyes and shrugged. He offered a small smile as you walked into the apartment. You hadn't brought anything with you, not sure exactly what would happen.

"I won't stay long," you said. "I just wanted to see him."

"At least have breakfast with me," he said, dropping two pieces of bread into the toaster.

You nodded and fell onto the couch. You'd done this countless times. At 4 in the morning after a night out, you'd collapse on Jungkook's couch still in your heels and your makeup slowly wearing off. You usually woke up the next morning in Jungkook's bed, your heels set by the door and your makeup at least mostly wiped off. At 6 pm as you leaned against Jungkook's shoulder as the movie started, your hand diving into the popcorn bowl in his lap. Most of your favorite memories happened on his couch.

"I hope you like Nutella," Tae said, handing you a piece of toast.

You laughed. "I love it," you said. "How do you stay so fit eating like this?"

Taehyung was still in his boxers. While he didn't have a six pack, he certainly wasn't hard to look at and the slight toning of his stomach showed he was putting in some effort.

"I'll gain five pounds just from eating this," you said, and despite your words, you took a large bite.

"Then you should have another," Jungkook said from the other side of the room. You hadn't noticed him there, he must've slipped in when Taehyung distracted you with the toast. "You're getting too skinny."

"I didn't ask you, Jungkook," you said. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back, your toast abandoned on the arm of the couch.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Since when? When you stopped texting me? Or, when you ditched my birthday party for someone you just met?"

Jungkook's eyes turned soft in the way that would usually make you melt. But, you kept your eyes off of his and your spine straight.

"Y/N..."

"Listen, Jungkook, I might've come here cause I missed you, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. Silence filled the apartment and after what felt like an eternity, he left to his bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

You nodded. "I think I just need a nap or something. I'm getting a headache." You looked around the apartment. There was only one bedroom and both Taehyung and Jimin were staying with Jungkook during their visit. "Where are you sleeping?"

Taehyung nodded and gestured toward the couch. "There," he said.

"Oh," you said. "Can I borrow it for an hour or so?"

"Be my guest. But, you know, even though you two are fighting and all, I bet Jungkook would let you have the bed."

You shook your head. "No," you said. "I'm not asking him for any favors and the couch looks more comfortable anyway."

Taehyung shrugged. You laid down and turned your back to him, missing the knowing smile as he cleaned up. You listened as he cleaned up and got dressed before leaving the apartment. It wasn't long before the tears came and you sobbed into the couch cushion as quietly as you could. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to emerge from his bedroom and find you like this.

He'd seen you cry dozens of times and you'd even held him as he sobbed into you. You didn't mind crying in front of him, but you knew it would destroy him to see you like this and to know he was the cause. Even if you mad at him, even if you were losing him, you didn't want to crush him.

You didn't remember falling asleep, but when you awoke, his scent was everywhere. You pressed your face into the pillow and stretched out your legs comfortably. You sighed until a thought crossed your mind. Pillow?

You opened your eyes and found yourself in Jungkook's bedroom. It was dark and the covers were pulled up to your chin. Jungkook wasn't in the room and from the empty feeling in the air, he wasn't in the apartment either. Your phone was next to you on the nightstand and plugged into Jungkook's charger.

You glanced at the time and realized your nap had lasted three times longer than you anticipated and you sat in bed as you realized that you probably needed to go home. However, before you could pull your eyes away from your lock screen, a text notification from a couple of hours ago caught your attention.

vVv

"Hey, sorry, I'm late," Taehyung said, walking into Jin and Yoongi's apartment where the other five boys were already crowded on the twin couches. "Y/N showed up at Jungkook's and I needed to see what happened."

The others all looked at Taehyung expectantly. "Jungkook doesn't know about this, right?"

"We didn't tell him."

Taehyung nodded. "Well, they're definitely in love with each other. Jungkook was jealous as hell and Y/N's heartbroken. I could practically see Jungkook splitting in half when he realized how upset she was."

"Well, didn't you all notice how when she started crying after he got mad at her for unplugging the Xbox, how he just broke? I don't think he cared about the game anymore, but then Jin swooped in and stopped it before he could apologize."

All eyes swiped towards Jin and he shrugged. "What? She was to the point of crying. I didn't know what he was going to do and I didn't want to upset either of them more."

"Does he know that you never confessed?"

Jin shook his head. "He never asked."

"Jin!" all the guys said at one.

"That would change everything! He probably thinks you and Y/N are together."

"It's pretty obvious we're not."

"I don't know the way you intervened during the fight and walked her home. It could be seen as you protecting her."

"Well, whatever, what's the plan? We have to get them to make up somehow. And confess, cause they're gonna drive us crazy pining after each other." Jin looked around at the other faces and all of them were, in turn, watching him.

"Well, we need to force them to be alone somehow," Namjoon said. "We could try locking them somewhere, but that's gonna be difficult cause the party is here and none of the doors lock." Eyes wandered as they tried to find a solution and eventually, Jin's eyes fell on the TV where a cartoon cop was catching a criminal, the handcuffs snapping down on the culprit's wrists.

"I think I might have an idea."

vVv

Taehyung and Jimin were taking the train back to their college town in the morning, so that meant you'd all spend the night before getting drunk and gorging yourselves on all the pizza you could.

Jin and Yoongi offered to host the party and a few of their neighbors offered up their apartments so everyone could spread out. You all invited your extended friends and neighbors if everyone came, you didn't doubt the party would probably get out of hand, but that was half the fun.

As you brushed on your blush and primped your hair for the final time, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook was going to be there. There was no way he would miss out on a good party and the opportunity for free food and drinks.

You wore a short white dress that was admittedly a little shorter than you would normally wear. But, with Jungkook ignoring you, you wanted attention and you didn't really care who it was from. Plus, you liked the way it hugged your curves and how when paired with the perfect heels, made your legs look longer.

You arrived a few minutes early to the party with the expectation of helping set up, but the party was already in full swing. When the elevator opened, people crowded the hall with cups in hand and music blasting from Jin and Yoongi's apartment. At this rate, the cops would be called in a couple hours, unless Jin and Yoongi had talked to all their neighbors beforehand, but you highly doubted it.

You waded through the bodies and found your friends all invested in a game of beer pong. The younger three on one end and the older four on the other. The older ones were currently winning and you smirked as you remembered just how good Yoongi was at the game.

"Need help?" you asked, placing your arm around Taehyung's shoulders, the heels allowing you to do so easier, although it still looked slightly awkward.

"Ah, finally! Someone who can rival Yoongi!"

You laughed, trying not to allow your eyes to wander over to Jungkook who was standing closer to you than he had for weeks. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours if you want."

You nodded and walked up to the table. You angled your arm and aimed for one of the back cups, even if you missed, it may still land in one of the front cups that remained. You tossed the ping pong ball and it sailed perfectly into the cup.

"Yes! Drink up, Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi smirked and took the cup and downed it. You two had played this game countless time, both won and lost countless times, to the point that it was no longer about winning, but rather, who could get the other drunk quicker.

Yoongi aimed his shot and tossed it flawlessly into the cup right in front of you. You took out the ball and downed the cup. The beer was pretty much tasteless which meant it went down easily but left a bad taste in the back of your throat.

After a few shots back and forth, you had drunk twice more and Yoongi once. You were aiming up another shot, intending to tie it up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind you and caught Jungkook's eyes.

"Are you gonna let us play?"

"Do you want to win or not?" you said, turning back and aiming up your shot. You were already a little tipsy and your head ached as you concentrated.

"Y/N, it'll be no fun to get drunk so early," he said. "Come on." His voice was soft and familiar. He'd done this dozens of times. Prevented you from getting too drunk or going home with the wrong guy. He brought you back when the alcohol began to take over. This time--however--you turned away and aimed the ball. Missing.

Yoongi tosses the ball in what appears to be a haphazard fashion, but it sinks straight into a cup. You pick it up and bring it to your lips, but before you can drink, the cup is being knocked from your hands and the beer spills almost entirely onto your dress.

You see Jungkook staring at you wide-eyed--the obvious culprit--his hand still gripping the cup.

"Jungkook!" you yelled, people turned in your direction, but your yell was soon forgotten as the music continued. All but your small group turned back to their own conversations. "Would you stop trying to be my friend? You made it quite obvious you no longer wanted our friendship and you just keep screwing everything up!"

"Y/N, I..."

Tears were beginning to fill your eyes and the only thing you wanted to do was get drunk and forget this night happened. You stepped forward to push through the crowd when someone grabbed your wrist. You knew from the touch that it wasn't Jungkook and when you glanced back, Jin's lips were upturned in a small smile.

"Wait, Y/N," he said. "I'm really sorry about this."

You cocked your head in confusion, but before your lips could form words to ask Jin what he was apologizing for you felt something click onto your wrist and found a handcuff locked around your wrist and you noticed the other was locked to another wrist. You followed the chain and met Jungkook's dark, confused eyes.

"Have fun, kids. We aren't unlocking you until you talk everything out."

vVv

Ten minutes later you stood in the kitchen as Jungkook tried to work a kitchen knife into the lock. The beer was slowly making your dress more and more see-through and you glanced around the room.

"Jungkook, can we try this somewhere else?"

He looked up at you with his brows furrowed in confusion. You hadn't managed to say anything before his eyes widened and he quickly shrugged off his flannel. It caught on his cuff and he struggled to get the sleeve over the handcuff and chain.

"Fuck it," he said, taking the knife and cutting into the seam where the sleeve met the shoulder.

"Jungkook isn't this a bit drastic? We can just go into the bathroom or something."

"No, it's okay. I can just cut off the other one later."

He brought around the uncut sleeve and brought over your shoulder and brought the cut sleeve over the chain and up your arm. The way the flannel hit it ended up covering your entire dress and draping across your bare thighs.

As soon as you were covered and comfortable again, he once again tried to unlock the handcuffs and your hand was at his mercy as he moved the knife point back and forth in the lock.

"Jungkook, this isn't going to work. You're just gonna end up hurting one of us."

Jungkook sat the knife back on the counter looked down dejectedly at your cuffed wrists. You couldn't help the pang of hurt in your stomach. Jin had handcuffed the two of you so you would talk and all Jungkook could focus was on how to get the handcuffs off without talking.

"Maybe we can break the chain," he said. "If we both pull, our combined strength might be enough."

Your wrist was already starting to become red and raw because Jin had accidentally snapped the cuff on a little tight, but before you could protest, Jungkook began pulling on the chain.

You immediately yelped in pain and your wrist attempted to escape the pain, causing your body to fold in on itself. You found yourself crouched and leaning against the counter, your arm almost straight above your head to remain close enough to Jungkook's so that it didn't dislocate the joint.

"Y/N?" Your name was barely audible over the music and the people around you many of which shot odd glances or coy smiles your way.

"It's tight, Jungkook. Jin accidentally locked it too tight. Can--can we just go talk and get these things off?"

Jungkook nodded, seeing your teary eyes from the pain and helping you to your feet. His free palm came to rest on your shoulder and his handcuffed hand grasped your wrist and he slipped two of his fingers between your skin and the cuff. It was the first time he'd touched you since before your birthday and you felt your knees go weak and something shifted in you with his touch. The plate tectonics of your heart shifting suddenly and with no warning.

"Let's go to the bathroom, first."

You were confused as he pulled you into the bathroom and situated you against the counter. He reached into the cupboard behind you and pulled out some lotion and squirted it onto his handcuffed hand. He rubbed it softly onto your wrist where the handcuff had rubbed the skin red and raw.

"Better?"

You nodded and looked up at his face which hovered not far above yours but was focused down on your wrist. His jaw was clenched and his features were stiff. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the sleeve he'd cut from his flannel.

"I think if we roll this down we can put it between the cuff and your wrist. It might make it feel tight, but it won't hurt you so much."

He rolled the sleeve down under it was a single cuff which he carefully slipped over your hand and under the cuff. It did work, your skin feeling relieved from the lotion and the cloth, although it did still feel slightly too tight.

"Thanks," you said. "But, maybe we should get out of here. I don't want your girlfriend to get the wrong idea."

Jungkook met your eyes. "What? Girlfriend?"

"The girl you went on the date with?"

"Oh, it uh, didn't work out."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

There was a long pause as Jungkook continued to adjust the cuff to ensure it stayed. His eyes were focused on your wrist.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For saying you were clingy and bringing your exes into this. I'm sorry for everything."

You looked down at him, your free hand coming to play with the hairs that grew around his ears. His hair was longer than you'd ever seen it and you smiled as he seemed to lean into your hand.

Jungkook finished adjusting the cuff and looked up at you. "I think Yoongi's room is empty. He didn't want people in there, but I bet he won't mind if it's us."

You nodded and followed closely behind Jungkook as you walked through the crowd to Yoongi's bedroom. It--like Jungkook had said--was empty. The two of you flopped down on the bed and despite laying a foot apart your fingers continued to brush against each other as you adjusted your wrists in the cuffs.

"I can't figure out why Jin handcuffed us," Jungkook said. The music was just a series of thumps now and even though it was still loud, you could no longer make out the lyrics and could hear Jungkook's voice without him having to raise it. "I thought he wouldn't want us to hang out anymore."

"What?" you asked. "Why would Jin care if we hang out?"

Jungkook turned and looked at you. His hair was wet from sweat and his hair curled in thick tendrils over his forehead. "Aren't you and Jin dating?"

"What? No! Jin and I are just friends. What makes you think that?"

"Jin told me he was gonna confess to you at your party."

Jungkook pulled his gaze from you and focused up at the ceiling. You thought back on that night. Jin had been acting more generous and gentlemanly that night, but you just chalked it up to it being your birthday.

"I didn't even know he liked me. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I was with Jin and you didn't want to interfere?"

"That's part of it."

"What's the other part of it?"

His eyes came back to yours and you felt his fingers brushing against yours. But, it wasn't just the millisecond brushes as he adjusted. No, his fingers were practically intertwined with yours.

"Y/N, we've been friends so long...I don't want to ruin it..."

"Jungkook, it's already ruined."

There was a long tense silence between the of you. His fingers fully intertwined with yours. It was far from the first time you'd held his hand, but it felt different. It was softer, yet more intense at the same time. As if your hand were porcelain that could break at even the slightest touch.

Jungkook moved so quickly that you have no idea how he came to hover above you. His free arm resting above his head and the one handcuffed to you still intertwined with yours to the side. "What would've happened if Jin had confessed to you?"

"Kookie?"

"What would've happened?"

"I-I would've turned him down."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm in love with someone else."

His lips were on your before you even finished the sentence. He was gentle but urgent as if he'd been waiting two thousand years to kiss you.

"I'm still mad at you for skipping my birthday party," you said when he pulled away. "I don't care if you're in love with me, your cute ass still has a lot of making up to do."

Jungkook smiled as he leaned down placed a small kiss on your neck. "Well, I never got to give you my gift."

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two tickets. You grabbed them from his hands and you smiled as you realized it was for the musical you'd been dying to see.

"It's tomorrow," he said. "Pretty good first date, yeah?"

"Hey, don't get cocky yet!" It was hard for you to hide your smile and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so, you just leaned up and kissed him.

vVv

You woke up the next morning enveloped in Jungkook's arms and his one-armed flannel. You looked up to see him scrolled through his phone, but when you squirmed, he looked down at you.

"Good morning, baby," he said.

"That sounds so weird."

"What, baby?" He smirked and giggled as you reached up and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Wait," you said, looking at your unbound wrist. You looked down and found the handcuffs on the bed. "They must've uncuffed us last night."

"I hadn't even realized," he said. A blush appeared on his face. "I didn't want to let go of your hand."

"Aww," you said, reaching up and ruffling his hair. "You're such a softie."

Jungkook smirked and grabbed your wrists. "Hey, I'm not completely a softie."

He held your wrists and glanced down at the handcuffs. "Maybe, we should keep these."

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 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 1

Warnings; Zeke being a jerk; some cursing; modern au/vampire au; Mentions of violence.

A/N: here goes the first chapter! Also I included Sasha because.....well, you know

Rating; no rating for this chapter bite for future chapters there will be ratings!

Key; s/t= skin tone  h/c=hair color 

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“I don’t know how much longer I can stay on this date Sasha“ you paced the bathroom floor while talking to your best friend. To make a long story short, you’ve been doing some dating and met someone that seemed interesting but in person, he was terrible.

The one thing he’s done all night was drink and stare at your boobs, great. Whenever you would talk about your interests he’d brush it off and then talk about himself

“Um, tell him I got food poisoning and you have to leave before I die!“ she suggested. Sasha was your best friend and wing-woman. She had come to the same restaurant just in case things got out of hand and you needed help. 

“He’s not being considerate but I should at least tell him that I don’t think it’s working.“ you said grabbing our phone and bag 

“..or is it because you want him to know it was bad?“ she chuckles 

“Mmm, maybe“ you tease as you leave the bathroom first to get back to your date. You had worn a casual but fitting dress, perfect for the occasion. At least he brought you to a nice place. Getting closer to the table there was Zeke. He was blonde with blue eyes, tall and pretty smart too. At first you had seen a chance with him but, his ideals and morals threw you off. What a let down...

“Hey, thought you got lost in the bathroom“ he chuckled taking a swig of his drink. You take your seat and notice that your drink was fizzier than it should have been, now he’s crossed the line..

“Listen Zeke, thanks for bringing me out, but I think we should see other people..“ you said digging in your purse taking out $40 and placing it on the table “but thank you for bringing me out“ standing up you start walking to the door 

“Hey! We weren’t done yet! At least have some of your drink“ he said walking after you. You tried walking faster since everyone was looking at you now. You make it outside and you start walking down the street pulling out out your phone to call Sasha. Just as you put it to your ear it fell from your hands as you were pulled into a dark ally by cold rough hands. You were shoved against a wall and caged in by their arms.

Looking up you saw Zeke, his eyes cold and dull, his breath stunk of booze

“Zeke, what the hell are you doing-“

“I’ve always gotten who I wanted, when I wanted and I won’t let you slip away so easily“ he pinned your arms above your head against the rough wall of the building “You really thought you could walk out on me? Who do you think you are?” his grip only got stronger and you couldn’t seem to break free 

“Who the hell do you think you are?!“ you spit back at him trying to move anyway you can to get out of his grip. He comes down closer to your face and down to your collar bone where he gave a long lick up to your neck. It felt disgusting to have him close but you felt worse by him doing that.

“Zeke...please let me go...“ you didn’t want to show weakness but being reckless wouldn’t help you

“Hehe, I’m going to su-“ he was then yanked off of you and to the floor. Between you and Zeke stood a shorter man with dark hair and pale skin. You were frozen in place not knowing what to do or say. He walked towards Zeke and picked him up by the collar as if he were going to punch him. Instead he turned his head to look over his shoulder and to meet your eyes.

Sharp, bright silver eyes caught yours as his tongue was sharp, quick. His husky voice said 

“Get out of here before you see something you’ll regret...“ 

You stand as steady as you could and walked away from the scene. Looking back over your shoulder you could see how the silver eyed man had seemed to be kicked Zeke. You nearly trip and fall until Sasha caught you 

“Girl where have you been?? I’ve been calling and looking for you! I come out just to find your phone on the floor and-and-“ she then realized what shaken state you were in “Whoa, what happened? Are you hurt?“

“I-I was..then Zeke a-and then...h-he...“

“Come on let’s get you home, I think you’ve had enough for one night“ she starts to help you walk to your car. She puts you into the passenger’s seat and gets into the drivers side. Looking at your phone you block Zeke’s contact and just slump in the seat. The only thing that’s staying in your mind were those eyes, it was almost like they glowed in the dark.

“Ugh, I should have just called you so you could get away from that creep, I’m sorry Y/N“ She apologized keeping her eyes on the rode but looking guilty

“No it wasn’t your fault...I should have been able to tell, at least he...he..“

“He what?“ she worried he had done something to you and was ready to go back and kick his ass. Of course she would frame him for hitting her for revenge. You know this because she has told you before

“Nothing...some guy helped me out is all...“ Sasha stopped asking questions and not push you any further. She pulls up to your apartment complex parking lot and parked your car

“Do you want me to sleep over so you feel safer?“ she was so good to you, this is why you buy her food when she wants it. She was truly a good friend, and lived up to the name best friend. She walked you to your door and made sure you made it inside alright. Got into your pajamas, took your make up off, ordered pizza, and a movie. Afterwards she bid you good night and made her way to her own home.

You took a slice of pizza and sat on the couch and continued your movie. Just as you were starting to eat something cold and small poked at your feet. Looking down it was your cat Mochi, his big green eyes were vibrant against his black fur. He came up to your lap and sat down to look up at you, such a sweet kitty. He meowed as you as you gently scratch his head

“At least I’ve got you and Sasha right“ he begins to purr as he curled up in your lap. Your gaze comes to the TV where a couple shares a loving moment and you thought back to all your dates and shrugged

“*Sigh*, I don’t like beards anyway” you giggle leaning back to enjoy the movie and the company of your furry ball.

<><><> The alleyway

 “I always knew you were a dumbass, but never this dumb“

“Oh come on Levi, I was just trying to have some fun“ another punch was served to Zeke by said man 

“Fun or feeding? You know better than to feed out in the open, especially in the city“ h scolded “The last time it happened 10 girls went missing and I had to cover your ass. That girl would have 11.“

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a soft spot for humans“ one more punch and Zeke’s face was battered and bruised. Levi and Zeke were part of a, secret society for lack of a better term. They stayed hidden and every side stayed to their own. Except for a few, in Levi’s words “Brainless bastards“, who only thought for themselves and Levi was usually the one who put them in line.

It was either that or being discovered, and possibly killed. Levi wiped his hands from the small specks of blood and threw a bag at Zeke. It was heavy and full of a dark liquid

“Now go home, and sober up before the sun fries you“ Levi leaves the scene as if nothing had happened and disappeared into the night. He was unsure of why he still did this but, he checks up on close call victims he’s saved. Tracking you down by your scent he comes to a fire escape he peers inside to see a young girl with s/t and h/c sleeping peacefully.

“Hm, you’re a lucky one” he grumbled before leaving he hears a meow and looks down. Mochi sat at the window meowing at him. He just gave a sneer and left the scene Like a shadow, he was quick, quiet, and unseen. 

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[eeunoia]

TXT Mini Series

Tomorrow x Together (teaser)

pairings: txt members x reader

summary: five boys, five stories.

a/n: this will be my first mini series for TXT! Yehey! I’m really happy and excited. I hope you guys will support this and my upcoming works for them. I actually got the ideas from their songs and tried to give a good teaser but then i think i failed at some point hehe. The lines at the beginnings were lyrics ksksks Also, I used didn’t put Kai’s surname in the pic, it’s bc his name is too long:( Anyway, enjoy and have a nice day! 🌸 (tag-list is open!)

soobin

“my heart sank into a maze of memories.”

— do you have someone you value the most? someone you feel like you can never lose in your life.

— well, for soobin, yes. you are the most important person in his life. he can never look forward for tomorrow without you.

— just like any other stories, yours and soobin’s didn’t started in a good way. he was the type of person who don’t express himself much. always, quiet and just preferred to be left alone.

— but that just made you grow more interested and curious of him. that’s why despite his rude remarks, you stepped in and finally earn his attention

— from being the person he hates the most to the person he cherishes more than himself. it was the glow up you never expected to get.

— you two became close as your relationship grew stronger and your feelings became deeper. and soon. you’ve became inseparable. 

— “Don’t go breaking my heart.” soobin whispered over at you, lips softly touching your ears. a smile grew over your face as you slowly face him.

— “I will never do that.” with a soft caring touch, you cupped his face.

— soobin was contented as long as you’re beside him, assuring him that everything will be okay. he was so sure that you two will be together forever.

— and that’s why when he lose you, he was broken and his heart sank into a maze of the memories of the two of you.

yeonjun

“Run away with me.”

— nothing’s more hurtful than to not be with someone you truly loves. and for yeonjun, he will do anything just to be with you.

— ever since, your mother wasn’t really fond of your relationship with him. she wanted somebody else for you and since you’re madly in love with yeonjun, she cannot do anything about it.

— it came to the point that she started interfering between you. started to forbid you from seeing him, always telling you bad things about him like as if she really wanted you to call it off.

— the situation was clearly giving you a hard time because it’s like you are required to choose between two important things over your life--family over yeonjun.

— you love your family but you can’t afford losing yeonjun as well and so you had decided to go with him.

— yeonjun starred at you while you’re quietly sitting at the passenger seat of his car. a small smile spreads to his face, happy that despite of all the chaos, you are there with him.

— he slowly reached out and held unto your hand. it caught your attention as you turn towards him, showing off a small smile.

— “Are you scared?” he asked softly. you pursed your lips as you held unto his hand as well after giving him a nod.

— he let out a small chuckle, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

— your eyes never left his as you nodded afterwards entrusting everything to him. you are indeed afraid but knowing that yeonjun was there for you, makes you feel at ease.

beomgyu

“I don’t wanna be just friends.”

— having both of your parents close to each other, beomgyu and you grew up together. you had known him ever since you were born.

— he was your best-friend and also your greatest enemy. always there for you no matter what. eventually, the comfort you felt whenever you’re with him slowly turned into something deeper.

— you started developing feelings for him and without you knowing, it was the same for him. 

— you were a bit worried because beomgyu was very good-looking that made most of the girls in your school to like him. he was basically very popular but it seems like he don’t care so much about it

— being close to beomgyu also means that you’re always with him as well, so not just once had you witnessed him turning down every single girls who confessed to him

— you gulped as you carefully watch the newly rejected one walk sadly away from where you were sitting. you felt bad for her but also delighted because beomgyu didn’t return her feelings

— your eyes soon darted over to the boy beside you who was quietly reading his book like as if nobody just confessed their feelings at him. 

— “Why you kept on rejecting them? S-She’s beautiful.” you said trying to start a conversation. he lets out a small sigh before he looks up at you.

— you felt your breath hitched a bit as your eyes met his. they always look blank and cold whenever his talking to other people but when it’s you, it’s warm and expressive.

— “With my two eyes, I can only see you.” you blinked twice completely surprise at what you just heard. you tried searching for a slight hint of chance that he was just kidding but none.

— his face was dead serious that it actually made you feel nervous and shake a bit. you were a dumbfounded by the sudden indirect confession.

— “I don’t want to be just friends, y/n.”

taehyun

“Melt the cold me.”

— taehyun was known for being an introvert. he preferred to be by himself all the time and really don’t mind being alone.

— he was always quiet and refused to talk to other people. he was always cold to everyone, thinking they’re not really worthy of his attention.

— you on the other hand, was the complete opposite of him. you just recently moved into their town and so everything was new to you.

— you felt really excited even if it was all new for you. as you enter your new school, your eyes was filled with amusement because it was really beautiful.

— eyes darted at you as you enter the classroom. smiling, not even slightly bothered by their stares, you roam your eyes around. trying to see the faces of the students that you will be with for a whole school year.

— “hi, i’m y/n. please take good care of me!” your soft but energetic voice reached taehyun’s ears. he wasn’t paying much attention. not really interested.

— he raised his head and met your eyes. both of you kept your stares with each other, didn’t really catch what the teacher was saying.

— you were captivated by his beautiful eyes, it did look cold for some reason but something about it attracts you. with a small wave at him you even smiled.

— taehyun was already used with the attention from the opposite sex so it wasn’t really a big deal for him. he kept his straight face then starred back down over his textbook.

— you pouted but smile right after, he was cute for you. luckily, he still don’t have a desk-mate so you were told to sit beside him.

— and just then you learned that taehyun was originally a quiet and cold guy. it didn’t stop you tho, to try to get closer to him as to leads to the journey of you melting the cold in him.

heuning kai

“If we are together no matter where we are I still feel summer.”

— for heuning kai, summer was his comfort weather. whenever he’s sad or scared, he always thinks about anything that reminds him of that weather and he will be okay.

— he grew up in a place where he can fully enjoy the summer. house at the country side, away from all the pollution of the city. he thought it was really relaxing.

— the place was perfect for every summer activities that’s why he really likes it there.

— but then when his parents announced that they had to move over to the city because of his Dad, he became so sad but he knew he have no choice.

— kai was uncomfortable by moving into a new place, he wasn’t used to all the noise and pollution of the city. he wasn’t enjoying it.

— not to be exaggerated but the sudden change of environment was making heuning kai feel sick because he wasn’t used to it.

— he thought he could never enjoy there until he encountered you. 

— the moment he first saw you, he was amused at how beautiful you are. you were always smiling brightly that kinds of reminds him of the bright sun every summer. you were always kind that makes you seem very warm.

— he was obviously having a hard time but you were there to help him every time. he clearly enjoyed your company since you were so nice to him.

— it was just a matter of time when you two slowly became so close to each other. heuning kai didn’t even notice how he was slowly adapting to his new home.

— you were the one who managed to show him that the place were not so bad at all. it was you who made him appreciate these new things.

— kai slowly found something that comforts him in that new place, you became his summer. 

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