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dirtycccat · 3 years

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the demon bros+ undateables showing their love

thought about this for 5 min then had to write it out so enjoy

lucifer

first off you notice he treats you differently

and by differently i mean like you’re his favorite child sibling

you get away with anything??? and he’s softer with you than with the others (which is canon)

then you see that?? he keeps buying you stuff you said you wanted when he was present

and you’re ofc impressed

but you’re more impressed by how open he’s around you

he’ll leave most of his walls down around you

which means you’ll get to experience unfiltered lucifer

he’ll laugh around you more, make dumb dad jokes, nap with his head in your lap, complain drunkenly about his work and bros, give you sloppy cheeks and forehead kisses

you find it rly cute though

if you’re in the human world he’ll 100% take this chance to send you beautifully written letters asking you how you are and leaving some verses that reminded him of you on the back like a 19th century vampire

“dear mc, how is your life? mine is filled with woe and unease since i do not have the light of my life around anymore...anyway here’s a poem about being horny and alone by a 18th century romantic author hope to see you soon, xoxo lucifer”

you try to respond in the same way and send him memes on the back instead of poetry (or real poetry depends on your mood)

mammon

protective of you 100% will throw hands with anyone that even glances weirdly your way

but also wants to show you off? like look at this human!!! this is MY human!!!

gives you random thoughtful gifts that reminded him of you

wants to be around you 24/7 so he invites you to all the events that he thinks you’ll like

you wanna party? perfect. you wanna go on a weird ghost stories tour around the city? cool. you wanna waltz in one of those old people parties? he’s already reserved two tickets. you just wanna lay around and nap? he’s already on your lap.

it doesn’t matter if you’re in a romantic relationship or not this man WILL serenade you outside your window

rapunzel style with an acoustic guitar or with a boombox like a rebel 80s kid

anyway here’s toxic by britney spears babe this is for YOU

levi

considers you his bff ofc

but also at first he’s still really awkward around you and doesn’t really know what to do for you and feels bad thinking only you do things for him

until you reassure him you enjoy just being around him so it’s fine

he blushes and starts inviting you more to his room to game/ watch stuff

at some point he starts buying two tickets to all concerts he goes to and invites you along

but also? he asks you what you’re into and starts marathoning your favorite animes/ movies/ series so he can talk with you abt them

you feel really moved that he’d do that for you??? like??? bruh...

your relationship is basically friends respecting each other and wanting to know each other the best through their passions even if it means getting into some weird shit

it’s rly wholesome tho

if you’re romantically involved he’ll totally do roleplay as your favourite character and you do the same for him and it’s really cute

also imagine: artistic collabs. you make fanart together??? you can program games together???? you do cosplay together??? the possibilities...

satan

he’ll hate to be compared to his dad brother but he does show how much he trusts you by showing his unguarded side too

when he first talked about lucifer without the filter of his nice guy persona you were pretty shocked

like he was really going at it

but then you realize? he’s just like that when he’s comfortable

and it’s not all mean spirited, he just has,,, a strong personality and a lot of opinions about stuff (which you sometimes share with him)

but you also found out it’s really fun to gossip with satan

since he knows all the juicy gossip from his multitude of ties (he’s sharing the title of gossip queen with asmo that’s why they get along so well tbh)

also if you even find a teacher you hate he’ll tell you all their embarrassing moments to make you feel better

he also recommends you books and poems and sends you quotes that made him think about you

so you sure as heck don’t need to buy books while you’re in the devildom bc he’ll buy you an entire library

asmo

compliments you without comparing you to himself which is the highest compliment he can give

like mammon he’s more into the showing everyone his favorite human around while also protecting them

he’ll take you to his parties and gatherings as a guest of honor, he’ll make you meet all kinds of people and open up opportunities for you

he’ll be the one that pampers you

you’d think lucifer is the sugar daddy of the family but nope it’s asmo

he’ll buy you cute clothes, shoes, beauty products everything that he saw and imagined would look bomb on you

if you’re not into clothes he’ll buy you art supplies, books, anything you want but he’ll still probably buy you at least some clothes he thinks are cute

if you’re romantically involved,,,, he’ll buy other toys for you as well which you can try together wink wink

beel

cooks for you

no questions asked when it’s his turn to cook he’ll think about what YOU would like to eat first before making something

which is??? really touching coming from beel

and also means sometimes he’ll make the same dish three weeks in a row and annoy the others while you just get excited bc ??? you get to eat your favourite dish??? again and again????

thank you beel you truly know how to touch someone’s insides

also opens up to you and talks to you about his fears and thoughts

expect to get 4 am msgs from beel if he had a nightmare

which would end up in you coming to cuddle him (and belphie also joins sometimes)

which tbh is that even a thing you can complain about?

belphie

is more baby less murder when you’re around

naps on your lap, naps on your shoulder, naps with you anywhere

but also let’s you nap on HIM

besides being soft around you he actually opens up to you too

and talks to you about his traumas and issues

which he has in common with his twin what can you do

so you have weekly cuddle parties with him and beel where you talk about shit and actually make them resolve their issues instead of just,,, ignoring them

also if you’re into each other you probably tease each other and flirt really shamelessly in public while the others cringe and or blush at your language

are you a cowboy? because i want you to ride me all night

simeon

writes you fancy letters with poetry like lucifer, but his ink is scented and his envelopes contain pressed flowers more often than not

if you’re together you even do letter sexting if you’re into it

creates characters based on you in his stories (which you don’t believe even if levi points out you that the two of you are kinda similar)

asks you to spend more and more time with him and luke

invites you to picnics, reads to you while your head is in his lap, cooks you snacks

if you’re a theatre kid too,,, you do musical love confessions too,,, sometimes by just reciting the lyrics of really popular musical theatre songs in a death panned voice

cough a heart full of love from les mis but read like poetry through the fence of the house of lamentation cough

asks you cryptic shit hannibal style like “tell me mc what does it mean to want to be consumed whole by another? is it a desire to become something bigger than yourself or is it related to our need to become one with our loved one like some cultures pointed out before?”

you’re either really into his cryptid talk or just roll your eyes and smooch him

diavolo

invites you around to his castle all the time

sometimes he even pulls some weird shenanigans just to make you spend more time with him

expect tea parties with him luci and barbatos in no particular combination

gives you compliments 24/7 even in public

remember how he treats lucifer? he’s that for you too but he’s learned from the lucifer experience to focus on complimenting you as a person more than how you look

if you’re into pda he’ll touch you all the time

if you ever wanted a gomez - morticia romance, here’s your goth big titty himbo that’s way too full of love

if you’re lovers expect to be pampered, i feel like? he doesn’t buy a lot of gifts and such because he’s probably tired of material things but he will make time in his busy schedule for you and spend a lot of time with you

which means more to him than gifts

(we will buy you anything you ask though)

barbatos

actually talks with you about stuff outside rad, the demon bros and diavolo

also invites you to alone time tea or wine time

where you drink and gossip

if satan and asmo are the crowned queens of gossip barbatos is the king of gossip but he doesn’t share his knowledge to most people so nobody knows what he knows

but he knows,,,, a lot

and not only that he knows a lot about people nowadays,,, but imagine the things he knows about like historical figures and such,,,

so prepare for story time with barbatos where he talks about how oscar wilde was almost summoned by drunk inccubi during a party once, or how diavolo cried when he was a kid because he sent a letter to caravaggio asking him to paint his portrait and he said no

also if you get drunk together expect really energetic talkative barbatos destroying DESTROYING everyone (except diavolo ofc)

“lucifer please i once saw you crying because you thought diavolo was ignoring you when you actually forgot to press the send button to your messages ”

if you’re romantically involved diavolo will always be first in his hear but that just means you’ll have to invite diavolo along on your dates which just means you’ve got a new lover and a new bff

solomon

he invites you on all kinds of wacky adventures

you visit witches, go to weird magical forest parties or orgies if you want, you go travelling the mountains for rare herbs

it’s like you’re faust and he’s mephisto haha the irony and he’s showing you another side of the world you never knew

ofc the others know about all this but??? they thought it’s normal and didn’t even consider you know nothing about it

but solomon knows what it was like to be just a human

and since he likes you he empathizes with your situation

he also make you meet all kinds of people

since he has 72 contracts and hundreds of years of doing wack stuff he must know some interesting people

and now his friends are your friends

i feel like romantic solomon would be just him?? but less shady with you especially since now you understand him better

but also he’ll probably bring you weird shit from his alone expeditions

did you ever want the tears of a mermaid? a carnivorous plant that feeds on emotions? a crying portrait? no? well too bad because now you have a room full of weird items

...that you love and treasure thank you very much

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bakusquad-assemble · 4 years

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Headcanons about the Bakubois seducing/flirting lines or techniques?

Bakusquad flirting headcannons:

I wanted to do this for the bakubois while they’re still in UA and sweet little awkward dating babies so these are very sfw. If you guys wanted a part 2 I can crank the spice up to 11 and make a nsfw one!

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is completely inept at communicating his feelings properly.

Which is why he’s pretty terrible at flirting with you at first.

Any time he tries to flirt, it always comes out wrong or in the form of insults, which only makes him more aggravated with the entire situation.

It takes a while for you to notice the subtle ways his eyes linger for just a bit too long.

Or the way his cheeks flush ever so slightly when he tells you to:

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass!”

Or the way his body tenses up uncomfortably when you get just a bit too close to him.

He is definitely more of a silent and physical flirter.

He’ll go out of his way to stand near you, even though his body language is closed off and cold, it’s pretty evident he just enjoys being in your presence,

The only way he’s completely comfortable showing you some sort of praise is through sparring and your hero training. And even though that’s sometimes undermined with a snide comment as well, having Bakugou compliment your form or notice your improvement makes your heart soar.

Favorite pet name: dumbass, idiot, my girl/boy/person

Kirishima Eijiro

This boy right here is an absolute hopeless romantic!

Though he definitely struggles a bit at first with his confidence.

But you bet your sweet ass Kiri is is always going to give you endless praise and validation.

You did something different to your hair? He’s going to notice and go out of his way to tell you just how amazing you look!

“Wow Y/N! That really suits you!” He’d say with a blush evident on his features.

Maybe you’re feeling a bit off one day and Kiri immediately notices, trying to come up with someway to make you feel better because;

“you’re just so beautiful when you smile!” so he plans this big elaborate day for you full of flowers and your favourite snacks and all the words of affirmation you can handle!

This boy is just too good and sweet for his own good.

Also can we just talk about how he’d absolutely serenade you?? Like full on boombox at your dorm door, not even caring about being embarrassed because he wants the whole school to know how important you are to him.

Favourite pet name: Baby, Doll, Sweetheart. He’s a classics man.

Kaminari Denki

Kaminari’s got the spirit, just…not a lot of game

He’s a HUGE flirt with everyone, but he definitely goes out of his way to make his crush on you known. The only problem is he pretty much solely relies on lame pick up lines and they’re literally so bad.

But he never gives up,

He loves showering you with compliments and praises because damn you are so pretty and he’s never going to stop telling you that!

He normally makes pretty inappropriate jokes with his friends, but when it comes to you, he always wants to make sure to never overstep your boundaries or make you uncomfortable. So when he picks his pick up lines, he tends to rely more on the comedy based ones and less on the raunchy or inappropriate ones.

Because they have the best reaction from you, and even if they don’t land he’s able to play them off as just a little joke and hide his embarrassment.

“Hey Y/N! Are you a Camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!”

“You must be exhausted Y/N! You’ve been running through my mind all day!”

You honestly find his cheesy pick up lines kind of endearing, and cant help but laugh and send subtle roasts about them his way.

Which only encourages him to look up more pick up lines to share with you every. Single. Day. but you don’t mind a bit.

Because they make you laugh, and you have the sweetest laugh he’s ever heard in his life

Favourite pet name: Babe, Baby, Cutie, or any other cute nickname he can think of! I feel like he’d be the absolute master at coming up with fun and interesting nicknames.

Sero Hanta

Okay okay hear me out, this boy can FLIRT

He has a very effortless confidence that most people are drawn to, yourself included

He’s pretty fearless when it comes to saying what’s on his mind, and flirting is no exception.

Like…he’s absolutely not afraid to call you attractive/hot in front of everyone.

“Damn Y/N! You’re lookin’ hot today!”

Or leave lingering touches on your shoulders or arms in such a reassuring and comforting way that just sort of makes you melt.

Is a little bit more inappropriate than the other boys, but definitely never wants to make you uncomfortable.

Also can we talk about him probably being able to dance though? He 100% will offer to teach you how to salsa (because we stan this Latin king lets be real) Because any excuse to have his hands on you or spend some quality one on one time with you, he’s absolutely not going to pass up.

He’ll let his hands rest on your waist as he tries to guide your movements, his own hips moving with ease in such an enticing way that you’re both just flustered at the end of your session. But you’ll always keep coming back, because there’s just something about Sero.

Favourite pet names: Hottie, hotstuff. also quick side note! I’m so sorry for my EXTENDED leave of absence! I took a step back from anime while I was in school but like ayye hi I’m back and ready to write headcannons and short requests! If you have any ideas or prompts send them my way! i still have a few in my inbox that i am working on but like letsss gooo. Let me know if you guys want a part two to this one too!

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x reader #bakusquad imagines #kirishima #kaminari denki #kaminari #kaminari x reader #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero #bakusquad headcanons #bakugou headcanons #kirishima headcanon #kaminari headcanons #sero headcanons

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haloud · 3 years

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things we could burn in one go (eminence) -- chapter 10

also on ao3

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Isabel Evans & Max Evans & Michael Guerin, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Forrest Long/Alex Manes Additional Tags: post-s2, Canon Compliant, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Starts Forlex Ends Malex, Other Characters May Appear, Tags Subject to Update, Mutual Pining, Breaking Up, Getting Together

Chapter Summary: Alex and Forrest struggle to understand each other in the wake of their breakup; Alex makes a shocking discovery at the Long farm.

Excerpt:

The corner of Forrest’s mouth twitched, as did one eyebrow, and his stance softened slightly. “No serenade? No boombox? No diamonds? There goes that fantasy.”

It was true; Alex had come here empty-handed, the way he brought himself to every step of their relationship. All the things he had inside him, all the things he had to give, he’d failed to deliver any of them in a way that Forrest needed. He’d made do with illusions, convincing ones, convincing enough to fool even himself into thinking he was built any other way than this. He was a problem-solver, a provider; it was bitter medicine to learn that brute-forcing himself into the proper shape for someone else only hurt everyone involved.

Alex ducked his head with an infinitesimal smile of his own. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Forrest shook his head. “Honestly, I’m just kind of surprised you’re even here. I thought I’d be waiting until I decided to come to you. And shouldn’t you be at work right now?”

“I took a half day,” Alex replied. He’d taken tomorrow off as well to prepare for their planning session, but Forrest didn’t need to know that. “I didn’t want to make either of us wait. Not for this.”

(Wednesday, 14:00)

The Long family home was leagues from the old barn and the fallen tree, but an odd sort of almost-nostalgia sloshed in Alex’s stomach as he approached the house all the same. He had only been back here a few times since he and Forrest met; it wasn’t a part of their relationship; it was more convenient to spend their time at Alex’s, where there was no one to bother them. When they spent the night together, it was in Alex’s bed, and the sex they had was there too, unless Forrest knew for sure Wyatt was gone and not coming back. That thought only made it stranger, how Alex had never quite gotten used to sharing his space with him, sharing a bed, sharing a life. For the thousandth time he wondered what was wrong with him, but he took a deep breath and cut that feeling loose and let it float away. What good was a question with no answer to him now? It was a search he’d never finish, and he would have to learn to live with it.

It felt wrong to leave something before it was finished. To turn his back on a piece of himself before examining every inch of it under the light, to cut loose a string without following it to its end and seeing where it led. But to force it would only make things worse, and he’d done enough of that already.

By the time Alex parked, shut off his car, and gathered his willpower to approach the house, the door was open, and Forrest was waiting for him on the porch. He looked…great. Normal. He’d touched up his hair; his eyes were well-rested and sharp; his fingers and neck dripped with jewelry, and Alex could recognize the look for the armor it was. His own leather jacket was a solid weight across his shoulders.

“Hey,” he said with an awkward wave.

The corner of Forrest’s mouth twitched, as did one eyebrow, and his stance softened slightly. “No serenade? No boombox? No diamonds? There goes that fantasy.”

Alex ducked his head with an infinitesimal smile of his own. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Forrest shook his head. “Honestly, I’m just kind of surprised you’re even here. I thought I’d be waiting until I decided to come to you. And shouldn’t you be at work right now?”

Forrest just snorted and moved aside, sitting in a rocking chair and nudging the one beside it with his foot. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Sitting, they were silent for a while, the world peaceful around them—birds chirping, sun shining, the whole nine yards. Alex watched a small lizard creep across the dirt below the porch railing until it disappeared beneath the house.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have told you about Michael. That wasn’t fair, and I’m sorry for how I acted and the things I said.”

He swallowed, grimaced, almost, the words juvenile and inadequate to his own ears.

“About Michael staying with you, or…about Michael,” Forrest replied, guarded.

“The first one. Well—both, as it turns out. I thought…I guess it doesn’t matter what I thought. I’m sorry for not telling you that Michael was staying over; that was shitty, I knew the whole time it was shitty, and I did it anyway because I didn’t want to fight. But at the same time, I had no idea you were worried about, well, me cheating on you.”

Sighing, Forrest said, “I told you, man. Unfinished business. It’s kind of visible from space. Before this, I wouldn’t even have thought I was a jealous person, can you believe that? I should have said something to you, but I thought I could just power through it.”

“I guess we both learned things about ourselves,” Alex said wryly. “I didn’t think I had anything to hide, but when it came time to say something about Michael to you, I just clammed up. Would I have felt that way if it was Kyle staying over? Probably not. But I wasn’t thinking about it like that.”

“Huh.” Forrest paused. He rocked his chair slowly forward and back, hands folded on his stomach.

“Did I act weird? Shifty, like I was hiding something?” Alex asked, awkward and vulnerable, embarrassed at how poorly he knew himself, how poorly he knew how he should have acted to not even know that much.

“No, not really. Well, you were pretty distant, but,” he shrugged, “there’s nothing wrong with needing space. It was just…you know, you sang that song at the Pony when we got together, and I had an inkling it was about Guerin, but for some reason I thought I could handle it. Dating a guy who was in love with someone else, who was trying to move on. But it didn’t work like that, huh.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex repeated weakly. “I really thought I was ready. I didn’t mean to lie to you; mostly I was lying to myself. But I know it doesn’t make it any better.”

“Can I ask you a question? Point blank?”

“Um, sure. Go ahead.”

“Were you cheating on me with Guerin?”

“No.” That, at least, he could say firm and clear.

Forrest took a deep breath, dropped his eyes, then looked out across the desert. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I believe you.”

Briefly, Alex had to push down the urge to lash out defensively like he had during their previous fight. Had he really done so much to deserve that scrutiny while they were together?

“Thank you,” he said, not sure of what else needed to be.

“I appreciate you coming here and being honest. I mean…it still kind of stings for things to end this way, but. I do appreciate it. And, well, I’m sorry too.”

“For what?”

“Showing up and exploding like that without giving you some warning. I mean, I’m kind of not sorry it brought things to a head in the end, but it was still rude.”

“No, I should’ve—”

Forrest held up a hand to stall Alex. “No, seriously, dude. The martyr act is cute, but I’m a big boy. Your house is covered in cameras, and you need like two weeks of warning for a coffee date; I knew better than to think showing up like that would be a cute surprise.”

“Oh. Um.” Alex floundered for a way to respond to that. He felt seen, pinned under the lamp of an insight he hadn’t known Forrest had. It was itchy.

“Um, thanks. For the apology. And I get what you mean, about being sorry it happened but not sorry that…well. I really am sorry it ended this way.” If not that it was ending at all.

“Are you?” Forrest raised an eyebrow. “You’re a free agent now. I half-expect Guerin to send me flowers by Saturday.”

Alex winced. But still, he said, “Okay, that’s fair. We kind of, um…”

Forrest let out an ugly snort. “You know, most people double check after a fight like that. Damn, I’m glad I was already planning on breaking up with you for good if you hadn’t gotten the message.”

“I…I know. The way it happened, it just…” Alex sighed and raked his hand through his hair. “I won’t make excuses. You have every right to be mad.”

“I am mad. And hurt,” Forrest said matter-of-factly. “But maybe not as much as I thought I’d be, once the shock cooled off.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah.” A smile flickered on Forrest’s mouth, and he shrugged. “Looking back on it, it kind of feels like we’d been forcing it for a while, huh.”

Alex matched him hesitant smile for hesitant smile. Between them there were stacks of stilted conversations and unmade plans, awkward mornings and missed connections. From the morning Fields barged into Alex’s life to the moment he thought he saw his brother at the airport, in the past few weeks there were a number of times Alex had found himself unable to reach out across a gap and meet Forrest there. He’d thought it was just something wrong with him; it was an unbelievable relief to find that Forrest felt the same.

“You might be right,” he confessed.

“Yeah, I think I am,” Forrest sighed. “Damn. That’s probably why my head went straight to cheating.”

“You don’t have to find a way to even that scale,” Alex replied, shaking his head. “I was wrong; I won’t back down from that. But Michael aside, I never wanted to hurt you, Forrest. And I’m sorry I did.”

Forrest chewed on his lip, an old nervous habit. He had a pinprick scar just there, a souvenir from a piercing he’d grown out of, and when Alex would kiss him there, he’d smile. Alex was walking away from this with warm memories, sweet new patterns in the weaving of his life, unexpected treasures. And that in itself was something to cherish, no matter how much their relationship faded into history.

“Yeah, well, same here.”

“You didn’t hurt me, now you’re the one trying to even the scale—” Alex protested.

Forrest cut him off. “I like you, Alex, and I liked our jam sessions, and you made my time in Roswell suck so much less than I thought it would. But there’s a universe where we’re sitting on opposite ends of this, because my book is way more almost done than I’d let on to you just yet, so. Thanks for being such an almost-two-timing emotionally constipated jerk so when I tell my friends this story five years from now I can totally get all the sympathy.”

Alex let out a surprised snort that turned into laughter, and Forrest joined him, if a little more subdued than he’d normally be.

When they collected themselves, Forrest wiped some wetness away from his eyes and said, “Seriously, though, Alex, I hope he makes you happy. Because I don’t think we did that for each other, in the long run.”

“I hope that for you, too, Forrest,” Alex replied softly. “You deserve someone way less fucked up than me.”

“Nah, cut that crap out. We’re all a little bit fucked up.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“It is true. You, me, whoever I date next. My old granny,” he said with the first true smile of the afternoon. “And Guerin, too.”

His smile dropped as quickly as it had appeared, and he leaned forward, reaching out and putting his hand on Alex’s knee; Alex almost shied away, but he forced himself to stay still.

“I just want to make sure,” Forrest said, voice gentle—a gentleness Alex didn’t trust. His composure broke, and he drew back, the slight movement causing Forrest to drop his hand. He continued, “Guerin…he’s what you want? Truly, this is what you want?”

“Yes,” Alex snapped, no hesitation.

“Okay. Just, if you’re sure. If this is really your choice.”

Alex’s patience ripped clean in two. “I know the two of you spent some time together at the library,” he said, voice level and deliberate, “but from what I can tell, you don’t know him at all, so spare me this paternalism, okay? I can make my own choices. Whatever assumptions you’re making—”

“Okay! Okay.” Forrest held his hands up in surrender, but it did nothing to cool Alex’s temper. “I just had to ask.”

“Well, there’s your answer.”

“Noted.”

Alex stood stiffly, and Forrest followed just a second behind. They stood and stared at each other for a few seconds, Alex waiting for him to make a move, Forrest waiting for something Alex couldn’t figure.

Then Forrest stuck out his hand. In the same motion, Alex half-turned, made himself sideways, a smaller target, flowing out of the path if that hand continued forward in a blow. But no, it stayed still halfway between them. Forrest didn’t comment on his reaction. Alex reached out and shook his hand.

“I’ll see you around sometime,” Forrest said. His smile crinkled up the corners of his eyes.

“Take care of yourself, Forrest,” Alex replied.

He left the Long farm the same way he came, down the same dirt road, down the same path in his head, with the same almost-nostalgia. Leaving looked a hundred different ways, and he’d been a hundred different times, but this time the scenery was new, and he was ready to be home.

(15:00)

A lot of work went into making Alex’s house a home.

When he moved from the Valenti cabin closer to town, it was out of necessity, even if it took him a long time to admit it. It was a victory over his own stubbornness and solitude and maladaptive independence, a concession to comfort that surprised even himself. It made his life better. He was closer to work; he was closer to his friends; he had an accessible bathroom, and something he’d considered so small before helped him along a journey he’d barely acknowledged toward accepting and appreciating the body he lived in now. But changing environments wasn’t easy for him. He’d had to put a year’s worth of care into finding the perfect location and fitting the house there to be someplace he could feel secure without complete solitude for miles around him, between the cameras and the vantage point of the patio and the orientation of his bedroom within the house and just everything from top to bottom. He’d fought hard. He won.

And then he came home from breaking up with his ex-boyfriend to find a strange car in his driveway.

Well, not entirely strange. He’d seen it once before. But when he saw it, it was from the vantage point of his own front door, not from the outside.

The car had room to park in the driveway because Michael’s truck was gone, and that was the only mercy Alex knew as he parked in the street and unholstered his gun. Michael wasn’t here; he was safe with Isobel or Max or Sanders or someone—someone who wasn’t Alex, who thought he had a safe space, a space to protect Michael, but in the end had nothing at all. The house hadn’t been empty since Michael’s injury, but now that he was on the mend, it was at times. Michael was alone at times.

Was this the first time Fields had come by? What was stopping her from returning with backup and taking Michael away?

Gun in one hand, phone in the other, there was one defensive maneuver on Alex’s mind before he confronted his enemy.

Michael answered quickly, though every second felt like an eternity as Alex watched Fields watch him, face expressionless, body language placid in her place between him and his own front door.

“Alex—” His voice came through, so light and happy it stole the breath from Alex’s chest. He was okay. He wasn’t shoved in the back of a van, chained and muffled and senseless, his truck abandoned in a ditch somewhere in the desert.

He didn’t let him finish. “Thank God. Where are you, Michael? Are you okay?”

Worry stole the light from Michael’s tone, but Alex could beat himself up for causing that later. “Alex? I’m fine, I’m at the Pony, what’s wrong—”

Alex repeated, “Thank god. Don’t come home, do you hear me? Do not come back to the house until I give you the all clear. Stay with Max and Maria.”

“What? No!”

Alex hung up on him and stowed his phone before leaving the car and crossing the street.

“Captain!” Fields said cheerfully from one of his patio chairs. Her eyes flicked down and clocked Alex’s weapon held at his side, but her demeanor didn’t change.

“What is this about? Get off my property,” Alex almost snarled.

“Sure, Captain. Your call.”

She stood, adjusted her skirt, and pulled her phone from her pocket. It couldn’t have rung more than once before she said, all lightness gone from her tone, “Get me Sgt. Manes.”

Cold clarity broke over Alex’s head and trickled through his veins. His arms snapped up and locked into place, gun pointed directly at Fields, unwavering.

“Hang up,” he ordered.

“You’re in control here,” she replied. “I’ve given you all the time in the world, and now I’m giving you more.” She angled her phone away from her face so he could hear the tinny hold music blaring from the speaker. “If you’re going to keep avoiding me, I’m going to call someone in who has answers and gets results. Or are you prepared to do that for me?”

The music measured the seconds as Alex considered his options, mind apart from motionless body. Project Shepherd, the source of so much pain, so many nightmares. He still didn’t really know what Fields wanted from him, except to continue his father’s work.

But he didn’t have to do that, did he? Put him at the helm of the Project, and he could quietly shut it down from the inside, erase it from existence, reduce it down to nothing. Euthanasia of a legacy.

In a perfect world, if Alex were a perfect man, he would. The path was paved with solid golden intention—but the end of it was hazy. How many times had Alex seen a stranger in the mirror and known he needed to get away from the military to find himself again behind his father’s shadow, and how many times had he made a different decision? How could he be sure this time would be different, that he wouldn’t find reason after reason that Project Shepherd was a necessary evil, that with himself heading it, he was keeping his loved ones safe, working for the greater good, even if they didn’t understand—all in the same uniform of generations, the uniform Michael could barely look at?

So, then, the other choice. Walk away. Let Fields call in Flint or promote some other career man to do what they would, set their traps, work in secret for the eradication of a threat that might never come at the expense of everything Alex held dear. No control, no insight, how many times would he have to fear the ultimate loss, Michael, dead, Maria, dead, their loved ones, dead, their accusing eyes on him.

The uniform laid to rest and packed away, a closed chapter in a life that still had so much living worth in it.

The music looped. Alex’s steady arm began to ache. He was running out of time.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Fields said, voice low and convincing past the jangling notes and Alex’s own pounding heartbeat. “This work isn’t just your legacy, it’s rewarding in its own right. Have you ever wanted to settle down, have a family? This offer comes with total security. No more moving around, way less following orders. I’m sure your lover would appreciate it too—”

That snapped Alex out of his frozen poise, the clanging dissonance making him snort. “My lover? You’re a little late with that one; we just broke up.” He dropped his gun hand. “Hang up the phone. Here’s your answer.”

“Go ahead.”

“The answer’s no.”

Fields’s face turned down, but, true to her word, she pressed end call. Alex reholstered his gun.

“Well, I can’t say I’m not disappointed. I was looking forward to working with you. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I hope so too,” Alex replied, surprising even himself that he’d be that candid. But something about Fields’s demeanor diminished with the threat of Flint on hold, almost like she’d pushed so hard because this was something she wanted, rather than something she was under orders to obtain.

Even with her phone silent, though, it represented the same thing—a direct line to Flint, an accessory to a job offer, putting someone with his track record highly placed to wreak havoc. But if Alex made all his decisions based on that fear, he’d never be free. He’d spend the rest of his life running into airport bathrooms after strangers.

And maybe he would anyway. Refusing to let himself be intimidated this once wouldn’t eradicate the real threat the aliens lived under every day. But allowing himself to live between those moments—he owed himself that much.

Shocking Alex further, Fields stuck out her hand, and he shook it.

“Apologies if I was overzealous, sir. I’ve been told I need to work on my impulsivity.”

“It’s—” Alex let out a weak laugh. “Water under the bridge, Lieutenant. What’s with this change of attitude?”

She shrugged. “Disappointment, I guess. A little embarrassment that I waited so long for no payoff. But I won’t force the issues. My superiors have other options.”

There was a veiled threat in there, too, but Alex was too tired to force the issue either. For the second time today, he resigned himself to walking away from stalemate.

“Goodbye, Lieutenant,” he said, stepping aside to let her get to her car.

“Goodbye, Captain.”

The last Alex saw of her was the back of her head driving away. And when she disappeared into the heat haze, he collapsed back into a chair, muscles weak and vision swimming. He stuck his head between his knees and sucked in deep breaths until he landed back inside his body.

When he could stand again, he did, pointing his body toward the door and marching inside. The door was still locked: no sign of forced entry anywhere, not in the front or the back or any of the windows Alex checked methodically, sash, latch, frame. The safe and medicine cabinet were both untouched; he checked each twice; he opened every closet and cabinet door on autopilot. He got on the floor to check beneath both beds; he pulled back the shower curtains.

And when there were no more places to check, he stood in the center of his house, staring down his own cameras, trying to break through the walls his own brain put down around him, trying to regain control.

So on edge, Alex wheeled around seconds before a car screeched into the driveway, the pounding of feet, the scrape of a key in the lock and the door thrown open, and—

“Alex!” Michael cried.

He bounded around the corner, wild-eyed and frantic, and as soon as he spotted Alex standing there, he rushed to him, arms already outstretched. Alex barely got his own arms up in time to catch him, but he didn’t need to; Michael was enough for both of them, steady and strong and there, solid arms around Alex, almost lifting him an inch off his feet. His hands clutched at Alex’s back with a desperation that registered only dimly.

“Alex,” he breathed again, holding him, if possible, even closer, pressing their foreheads together and sucking in a deep shuddery breath. “You’re okay, fuck, I was so scared—”

“I told you to stay away,” Alex said weakly.

Michael’s answering laugh was just as weak, almost hysterical. “You know I’m a rebel.”

They drifted like that for a minute or two, Michael’s warm, soft-rough palms cradling Alex’s face, grounding the both of them, letting their souls settle. Then, he stepped back, those hands on Alex’s shoulders, holding him at arm’s length.

“You’re okay? You’re not hurt? That phone call—you scared the shit out of me, Alex, what the hell happened?”

“When I got home, Fields was waiting for me.”

“What? Fuck!”

“I freaked out, I had to make sure you were safe, that you stayed safe—”

“Are you safe? What did she want? What did she do?”

“I’m fine. Physically, I’m fine,” Alex let his eyes fall shut, wrapping his hands around Michael’s wrists, fragile bones in his grip, and he let Michael hold him, shutting off his senses.

“Okay. Okay, Alex. I’ve got you,” Michael rasped, pressing into him even closer.

“I told her no,” Alex blurted out, pressing right back, starting them swaying back and forth. There was no other way to get close enough but to push and pull, no matter how much they tried to meld themselves into one.

“What?”

“Fields, I—I told her no. No Project Shepherd. No.”

“Alex.”

Michael’s fingers sought across his face, stroking, feeling, calloused finger pads on his brows, his cheekbones, fit so gently against the line of his jaw, tracing his lips and the corners of his eyes, and then Michael’s lips caressed him too, forehead, nose, then mouth, and by the time he was done, Alex’s breath hitched and his body shook.

“I love you,” Michael whispered. “I love you so much. You are—you are so fucking strong, you know that? I know, I know how hard this is, but I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too,” Alex replied helplessly.

“It’s going to be okay, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

Somehow, Michael spoke with confidence, such a tiny, intimate assurance, no matter how unlikely, no matter how utopian, like a siren it sung to Alex to let go, to give his fear and stress over into Michael’s hands, and he needed somewhere physical for that feeling to go, so he looped his arms loosely around Michael’s neck and rested there.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he admitted. “I don’t know how bad I fucked up—I don’t know how long she was here before I got back—there was no sign of entry, and I checked the house, but I don’t know—I don’t know—”

“Let’s sit down, okay? I’ll get you something to drink, and your meds, if you want, and I’ll, uh, let me tell Max he can go home…” Michael said sheepishly.

“Max?”

“Yeah, he was with me when you called and wasn’t gonna let me rush over here by myself if there was trouble.”

“Good man,” Alex said weakly.

Moving stiff, he sat on the couch. Michael flitted around him for a second, adjusting pillows, giving him a blanket, fingers trailing over him like he wasn’t quite willing to be out of arm’s length. He tore himself away, though, and Alex tracked him from one end of the house to the other, front door, bathroom, kitchen, and when he came back to Alex’s side he was barefoot, glass of water and pill bottle in hand, and he sat on the floor below Alex, leaning back against him, folding himself so his forehead rested against Alex’s hip and Alex could rest his hand in Michael’s hair.

“They’re not going to take you,” Alex promised. “No matter what it takes, whether I told her yes or no, I won’t let them have you.”

“I know,” Michael replied. “But I won’t let you give yourself up, either. We’re together. In everything. No matter what happens.”

“No—”

“That’s why I didn’t listen to you when you told me to stay away,” Michael explained, lifting his head enough to look Alex in the eye. He was as serious as Alex had ever seen him. “You can’t ask that of me. We stand together. That’s…that’s a line in the sand, okay?”

Alex swallowed. “I can’t promise I won’t say something like that again.”

“I know. But just understand—whenever you do, I’m gonna disobey.”

Alex’s eyes slipped shut, lips pressed together, riding out the fear, the straight shot of catastrophe in his brain. Michael’s words, so clear and steady, so different from the people they’d been, the places their relationship languished. Alex had to respect that, even knowing it would likely cause them to fight for the rest of their lives.

“I love you,” he repeated, the best acknowledgment he could give.

Michael smiled, crinkling the corners of his honey-sweet eyes, and Alex twisted a hand in the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward into a deep, sweeping kiss. He moved easy with every move of Alex’s, half-crouched to crawling up onto Alex’s thighs, then onto the couch to straddle his lap, his hot mouth driving deep against Alex’s. Alex’s hands went to his hair, gripping and tugging those soft curls, sliding down his back and back up, they made out on the couch like the teenagers they used to be.

Pulling back to breathe, but not so far Alex couldn’t shift to kissing down his throat and chest, Michael panted, “Bedroom? Do we wanna—should we--?”

“Uh,” Alex stalled out, the light from the window warm where it pooled, Michael’s hardening cock warm where it pressed against Alex’s belly through their clothes. The world was out there, the camera, in the corner, and Alex weighed his options, immediate gratification versus comfort and privacy.

Did they have any privacy, anyway? The image of Fields waiting, alone, at his house, free reign to tamper with whatever she wanted, haunted the edges of Alex’s mind.

“Alex?” Michael asked softly, brushing his fingertips through the overlong ends of his hair.

Their faces were only inches apart, their breaths mingling between lips and lungs, and there wasn’t anything Alex would let keep them from nurturing the happiness finally within their grasp.

“Yes,” Alex said, palming Michael’s hips, “Yes, bedroom.”

Sliding off his lap, Michael reached out a hand, and Alex took it, heat zinging up his arm where they were joined. Michael led the way until they reached the bedroom, where he hesitated beside the bed, watching Alex under his lashes. So Alex sat, pulling him by his belt loops back to straddle his lap like he had on the couch, running his hands up and down Michael’s body as he settled in, his own arms warm and solid around Alex’s neck.

The world held still, then, their eyes locked, electric and hypnotic, Alex’s hands twitching where they rested on Michael’s strong thighs, the scent of rain sharp and sweet in his nose and mouth with every inhale, every breath made tactile in puffs of heat in the space between them. The longer the moment stretched, the higher the temperature climbed, blood filling Alex’s cheeks, blood filling his cock as he waited for Michael’s next move.

That move was to lower his lips to Alex’s once again, slipping his hot, velvet tongue behind Alex’s lips and along his own tongue, flicking it against the roof of his mouth as he opened and relaxed into the languid kiss. As their mouths moved, so did Michael’s hands, cupping his neck then sliding down his shoulders to his chest. He dragged his thumbnails across Alex’s nipples, making him gasp and hiss, and Alex could feel the wicked smirk spread across his mouth even as he didn’t let up, nibbling his lower lip. Hips beginning to sway, Michael’s hands finished their journey at Alex’s waist, under his shirt and tugging it up—it was unthinkable to separate them, but they managed to wrench their mouths apart long enough to pull Alex’s shirt over his head—and then back down, he fumbled with the button on Alex’s jeans, fighting for access to his hardening cock.

Not to be outpaced, Alex did the same, making short work of Michael’s button and zipper even as he was distracted by the heat and velvet and texture of his chest and the sweet line of hair pointing down to his cock. Michael got up on his knees to shimmy his jeans down under his ass, tugging Alex’s off too, and when they were down to just the thin cotton of their underwear Michael let out a soft wavery sound, buzzing right into Alex’s mouth so he could taste the pleasure on it, frotting their cocks together, rubbing the weight of his body down against Alex. With every grind, his ass rolled against Alex’s thighs, a delicious tease, but not tonight, not tonight, it didn’t have to be tonight, taking everything of each other, they had so much time to explore every facet of their intimacy, every way to make each other climax, complete, come up and down all on each other.

“Come on, Michael,” Alex murmured, holding his hips as he ground down again. “C’mon, c’mon.”

“Alex,” Michael whispered back, all reverence.

“You’re so—fucking—” Beautiful, hot, incredible, amazing, all words that Alex didn’t even need to say, saying would cheapen them, and they had a better language, anyway. He tugged at the waistband of Michael’s boxers, and Michael’s dick bobbed free, hard and hot and Alex wrapped a hand around it, luxuriating in the texture and weight of it in his hand. He gave it one easy, loose stroke and Michael shuddered, another little sound falling from his lips.

They got into a rhythm quick—Michael slid his hand into Alex’s underwear to match him stroke for stroke, their hips moving in time, knuckles brushing every time they came together. Alex rolled his thumb over Michael’s slit and dragged the drop of precum collected down his vein, then let out a bitten-off cry when Michael did the same. Even the things Alex could predict were surprising at Michael’s hands.

After minutes of this, after sweat slicked the pace between them, hearts pounding, senses flooded, Michael shifted even closer, chasing Alex’s hand away as it came up his shaft, so he could wrap them both up and jerk them together, fast and rough, both of them fucked Michael’s hand and fucked against each other, Alex’s teeth on Michael’s ear, Michael’s lips against his cheek. Alex dug his nails into the meat of Michael’s shoulders, riding out every wave of pleasure until finally he came in messy, artless spurts over Michael’s hand.

Michael followed shortly behind, a stuttering moan and a pulse of pleasure, and then they both fell back onto the mattress, panting and laughing. They rolled toward each other like magnets, Michael slipping a leg between Alex’s thighs.

“It’s going to be okay,” Michael promised, serenity and certainty in every line of his face, and Alex sighed, pulling his hand to his chest and holding it there.

Michael couldn’t make that promise. Alex couldn’t make that promise. He had, before, and the universe turned it into a cruel joke. Believing it now would be a hard-fought battle.

“As long as we’re together, we’ll get through it,” Michael amended, and it drew a small smile to Alex’s face.

“I’ll do everything I can.”

“I know you will. But you don’t have to do it alone. You aren’t doing it alone.”

Alex answered him with another kiss, sealing it as truth between them.

(Thursday, 07:00)

Michael watched Alex through one lovely tawny eye as he went through the room double-checking there was no stray shirt of Forrest’s or toy of Buffy’s to collect before he made his last trip to the Long farm, to put paid to his and Forrest’s relationship once and for all.

“It’s early,” he said muzzily, through lips still mashed to the sheets warm with his sleep.

“I don’t want to keep this waiting,” Alex said with a wave of his hand, grabbing the bag of Forrest’s things. “Not while I have the day off. Get this done, then get back with plenty of time to prepare for our meeting.”

“Mmm, so efficient.”

“I do my best,” Alex said, hoping it came off as charming. “What are you up to today?”

Raising himself up on his hands, Michael arched his back in a luxurious stretch, muscles shifting in the early morning sun. He groaned as his muscles clenched and released and a couple joints popped, then said in his sweet early-morning rasp, “I should put in a couple hours at Sanders’s. Do we know everyone is coming today? Should I cut out early and meet you back here, or will you guys just be coming to the junkyard anyway?”

“I’ll touch base with everyone, but we’ll probably come to you.”

“Sounds good.” Michael stretched again, then swung his legs around to sit on the bed. One side of his face was flushed, one side of his curls scrunched. A bubble of light filled up Alex’s chest, and he cradled it so carefully, letting it show on his face, just for Michael.

Smiling back at him and rubbing one eye, Michael gestured at the bag of Forrest’s things and said, “How are you feeling? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Alex replied, shifting the strap on his shoulder. Then, jaw working his face into a grimace, he added, “And that’s weird, right? I shouldn’t be fine? We dated for months—I should feel something.”

For weeks after his breakup with Maria, Michael had lurked on the edges of himself, head tucked between his shoulders, hands in his pockets. And now Alex turned his back with one last box on a to-do list, a final chore of separation. What did that make him?

“Hey,” Michael said, beckoning Alex forward and sliding his hands to cup his hips when he came. “Look, I don’t have a lot of experience in this area either, but enough with the should, okay? The only feelings you gotta feel are your own. You deal with breaking up however you need to, and so will Forrest.”

Alex took a measured breath, counting in, counting out. “You’re right. Thank you.”

“No thanks necessary,” Michael said, kissing him softly right on his sternum, above his anxious heart. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Alex left a parting kiss on Michael’s forehead and left him to get dressed and get to work. Making the drive to the Long farm for a second time in as many days was even more alien than the first; had he ever gone to Forrest’s so frequently as now, at the end?

The only feelings you gotta feel are your own, Michael said, with the wisdom of many years of terrible feeling, so as he drove, Alex did just that. One of the last sweet moments of their relationship was in a car just like this, playlist on the speakers half indie, half punk, both of them singing along to Pretty. Odd., where the two intersected, an album neither of them liked all that much in isolation but belted out together. For the rest of their lives, whenever those songs came on, for a moment they’d be back in a car together; wherever Forrest went next, in little three-minute bursts his phone would carry a dark desert road with Alex beside him.

For the rest of the drive, Alex turned on his music and let it play.

When he got to the farm and called Forrest, he came out of the house harried. “Why did I think you were bringing this stuff tomorrow?” he asked, a scowl on his face.

“I’m not sure; I had the day off and I thought—”

“Whatever. Thanks.”

A snappish retort leapt easily to Alex’s mind, but he held back. Forrest had reason enough to be mad, and if this was how he felt his feelings, they were broken up now—Alex abdicated soothing and fixing, and he’d take Forrest’s anger on the chin.

Forrest’s eyes darted toward Wyatt’s truck parked on the dirt drive beside Alex and said, “You should get out of here. Have a good life, Alex. I mean that.”

And just like that, Alex’s mind flipped and he couldn’t help himself. “If Wyatt is—”

“No, no, he’s mostly harmless. To me, anyway. But him seeing you here would be more trouble than it’s worth, so.” Forrest shouldered the bag of his things and half-turned away. “Bye.”

Alex didn’t move until Forrest disappeared back inside, gripping the steering wheel too tight until his fingers went cold and stiff. Fuck, maybe he should have waited to return this stuff, or just ditched it; all the closure from their last conversation soured on the tongue. But it was over now. Alex threw the car in reverse.

Then he threw it back into park a few yards down the lane, just out of sight of the main house. Wyatt was always more trouble than he was worth, but something was wrong in Forrest’s tone, and Alex would find out what. He had time, at least an hour, to sweep Wyatt’s most likely haunts, from the horse barn to his rigged-up shooting range.

Head on a swivel, Alex moved methodically, hot and dusty within minutes. The barn bustled with activity, so Alex gave it a wide berth, abandoning it as an option with no sign of Wyatt’s dulcet tones cutting through the air.

His mental map of the farm was imperfect at best, so Alex headed to the shooting range by way of the old barn, despite the distance out of his way, an acceptable risk when compared to the prospect of getting lost.

There was no time to linger, but the sight of the old building and fallen tree struck Alex with twin nostalgia and grief. Tripp’s dog tags hung body-hot beneath his shirt, and he let them, closing his eyes and focusing on that feeling, the chain around his neck, the weight of decades of inaction. He drifted closer to the barn, like returning Tripp’s tags to this place had some sort of meaning, whether blessing or blasphemy, Alex wasn’t sure.

He was still too far away to smell the rain burnt into the wood. Would it have smelled the same in Tripp’s time, rich and loving?

Alex hoped not.

Just as he turned to leave on that sour thought, a familiar voice drifted from inside the barn, freezing Alex in his tracks.

“I’m asking you again—are you—or not?”

What was Max doing here?

Alex crept closer. The response was clearer and came from Wyatt, loud and protesting.

“How are you even asking that right now? I’ve been doing all the shit you tell me for months, you gotta give me some quid pro quo—”

The last three words were a mocking drawl.

The response came, “Everything I’ve told you will come to pass, Mr. Long. Now’s not the time for doubters.”

That wasn’t Max. Alex’s heart pounded in his throat.

“Tsch. Whatever.”

“You’ve come far, Mr. Long. And, as always, I appreciate your talent for gathering information. Your eyes within the town are indispensable.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And you will be duly rewarded: doubly so for patience. Time is of the essence; I have to move while Manes is away—”

The sound of his name flashed hot and sharp through Alex’s frozen body, every nerve coming to life and screaming one thing: home.

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Part VI: Future Days

Author’s Notes: My favorite chapter because Joel freaking playing the guitar! and singing? Ughh! Timewise, a year has passed since Part V so the season is back to fall/autumn.

Genre: Is it fluff or is it angst? Both?

Summary: After the break up, you had no desire to see or speak to Joel. You became close to your new friends and moved out on your own. Joel couldn’t take how much he missed you, so he came over to serenade you. Needless to say, it messed with your feelings. Despite that, there were still unsettled matters between the two of you and that meant having a grown up discussion with him.

Ship: Joel x Reader

For a year, you avoided Joel like the plague. In turn, things became awkward with Tommy and Maria. You only spoke to them when it came to official settlement business. When Joel had told Tommy about everything, the younger brother promised to keep the secret. Maria, however, guilted it out of him. As a result, she felt sympathy toward you. Still, you kept your distance. You became close with a group of people who you began patrolling with after switching shifts. You also started taking shifts in the main watchtower.

No one in Jackson other than Joel, Tommy and Maria knew you were immune, so even your closest friends didn’t know the depth of why you and Joel broke up. The two of you always seemed like an odd match on paper, but in real life, had a way of complimenting each other, which caused townsfolk to envy your relationship. At some point, you got your own place and moved out of your friend’s. You loved Jackson and the people within it, but almost everything tied back to Joel there and you wanted to free your mind of him. You so much as contemplated moving outside the walls of Jackson and living on a farm. It was a conflicting thought because you promised him that you would stay if he told the truth.

One night, you were relaxing in your new home after a long day. The music was playing from an old boombox and you were mindlessly drawing in your notebook. A knock on the door was heard. You told them that they could come in. You knew everyone in Jackson and trusted them in your home. You didn’t, however, expect Joel to come in. You looked him up and down. The first thing that drew you was his hair. It was longer. You noticed that he’d been growing it out as the months got colder. Now that he was in front of you, you could see that it was slightly grayer as well. He was wearing a worn out, olive green button down. It was tucked into his equally worn out jeans. He looked so tired.

“Hey.” You said awkwardly.

“Hey.” Joel repeated in that gravelly yet soft voice only he had.

“What’s up, Joel?” You finally asked after silence had sat in the air for a moment. He fiddled with a piece of decor that he recognized from your shared house.

“Tommy and I went riding the other day and he, uh,” He let out a light chuckle. “He told me a joke and I...I thought about you. It’s um....” He looked off into the distance trying to remember. “Oh shoot, now I done forgot it. Uh...somethin’ about a clock.” He was frustrated at his lack of memory. You could tell he was nervous. He should be, you thought to yourself.

“You came by to tell me a joke?” You asked. He looked up at you with doe eyes. You weren’t sure if he was going to say something, but you decided to speak up anyway. “It’s pretty late, Joel.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I’m gonna get outta your hair. I just um…” He looked behind him at the door. “I wanna...wanna show you somethin’. Just gimme a second.” He ran out the door. You closed your notebook for the night.

You heard the door open again, so you looked back up. “What’s this?”

“Some folks call this thing here a gee-tar.” He walked in holding the stringed instrument. He knew your question was sarcastic, but he still played into it. Immediately, you noticed that it looked different from the one he found a while back.

“Is that the one you’d been building?” You asked with genuine curiosity.

He nodded. “Mmmhmmm.” It was beautiful. You contemplated telling him that. Emotions started to flood as memories of watching him work on it came to mind. It took all you had to push them to the side so he wouldn’t see. “You wanna hear somethin’?” He looked to you.

“Okay.” You said barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Okay.” He repeated with feigned confidence. He sat down on the couch across from the armchair you were in. “Promise me that you won’t laugh.” You thought it was a rhetorical request and that he was just going to start playing, but he paused and looked up at you. His eyes locked with yours for the first time in God knows how long. Waiting for a reply, you silently drew a cross on over your heart. “I’m trustin’ you.” He mumbled before pulling his gaze down to the metal strings between his fingers. He took a deep breath then started playing. “If I ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself.” When he began to sing, you were taken aback. Despite sharing his dreams with you, he had never shared his actual singing voice. “Everything I have found here, I’ve not found by myself. Try and sometimes you’ll succeed to make this man of me. All of my stolen, missing parts, I’ve no need for anymore. ‘Cause I believe and I believe ‘cause I can see. Our future days. Days of you and me.” His voice was low and velvety. It wasn’t perfect, but it was raw and it appealed to you. The lyrics hit home with every word he sang. You could hear the emotion in his voice and it plucked at your heart strings. The emotional memories began to flood back and this time you couldn’t stop it. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you noticed that he was playing with his eyes closed. He finished the verse and strummed a few more chords before letting the strings settle. “Well, there you go.” He looked up, but not quite at you, focusing somewhere on your shirt. You were grateful for this because your face was completely wet with tears at that point. You had the sudden impulse to run over and just attach yourself to him. In your mind, you imagined a weaker version of yourself knocking him over with your embrace; your legs straddling his waist, your arms around his neck, your mouth next to his ear. You imagined a weaker self making up with him right then and there on your couch where he sat. Instead, you continued to sit across from him. You breathed in with a sniffle, causing him to actually look at you.

“Joel,” You breathed his name. He watched you with eager eyes, hungry for your next words. “That didn’t suck.” You finally said with a soft smile.

He breathed out a laugh. “I’ll take what I can get.” He ran his hand across the guitar before holding it out for you to take. “She’s yours.”

“No,” You protested. “I can’t! This is your baby.” He opened his mouth to speak but held his tongue to ponder. He propped the guitar up against the wall. “I promised I would teach you how to play.”

“You did.” You almost whispered. He gazed down at you with loving eyes.

“So what do you say, tomorrow night? First lesson?” He knew it might be too soon after he just poured his heart out to you, but he couldn’t help but take a chance.

“I have a long day tomorrow actually. Then the day after that, I’m covering Wendy at the daycare.” You told him sorrowfully. It was the truth; you liked to keep busy. Part of you was ok with that, though, because you didn’t know if you could handle seeing him again so soon. Being so close to him so soon.

“Oh.” He began. “Maybe another time then.” You nodded your head.

“Hey,” You caught him before he left. He turned around in the doorway to face you again. “Did you remember the joke?” He leaned against the door frame and smiled, happy that he got to stay a little longer. He remembered the joke alright, but pretended to think as a way to stay in your presence longer.

He feigned an aha moment. “What is the downside to eating a clock?” You looked off in the distance to genuinely think of an answer before shrugging. “It’s time consuming.” He said with a twang of charm in his voice.

You chuckled. You always found corny dad jokes funny. “That’s so dumb.”

“Yeah.” He mumbled while gazing at you.

You let him for a moment longer before breaking the silence. “Goodnight.”

He grabbed the door knob. “G’night, (Y/N). You gave him a tight lined smile and watched as he closed the door behind him.

After almost a month of rescheduling with him, you decided to give him a visit. It had to be without your new guitar this time. You couldn’t move on and do frivolous things with him without having a grown up talk first. You hadn’t realized how much time went by since the ultimatum until he came to visit. You hadn’t meant for so much time to go by, but the healing did not come as soon as expected. Everyday felt the same; no moving forward from what he did.

One evening, you mustered up the courage to have that talk. You found him strumming away on the porch. Quietly, you walked up the wooden stairs in an attempt to not disturb the melodic tune. As soon as you entered his peripheral, he stopped playing.

“Hey.” Joel spoke softly. He sat down the guitar and focused on you.

“Hey.” You greeted back. You walked up to the front of the porch and leaned up against the wooden railing. He followed suit. You watched him pick up a mug. “What are you drinking?”

“Coffee.” He looked down at the dark liquid. “Not the one you got me for my birthday. A little embarrassed as to what I had to do to get this, but, ” He shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. “It's not bad.” Joel tried to ration the jar of coffee beans that you gave him, but the break up stressed him out which led him to find comfort in frequent cups of coffee.

“I need you to stop harassing Jesse about my patrols. I do just fine with the group I’m with.” You blurted out. Before Joel visited you that night, Jesse mentioned in passing how Joel would ask him a ton of questions about you and your patrols.

“Okay.” He agreed before pausing. “Y’all are close, huh.” He took a sip of his drink.

“Who? Jesse and me?”

“I hear the way he talks about you.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I have a pretty keen eye for these sorts of things.” He said with a hint of humor in his voice to mask the pain.

“Well, you must be going blind.”

“I am really old.”

“Joel,” You sighed. “No, you’re not.” You said seriously.

“Jesse is closer to your age---” He tried to reason.

“Joel,”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you two were...Look, I don’t know what his intentions are, but I do know that he would be damn lucky to have you.”

“We’re not together.” You said before pausing. “You’re such an asshole! I was supposed to die in that fucking hospital!”

“I’m not trying to---” He tried to speak up.

“My life would have fucking mattered, but you took that from me!” You let out a breath to calm your boiling blood. You turned to Joel as he stood up straight.

“If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment,” He turned to look directly at you. Your eyes scanned his for any trace of remorse. “I would do it all over again.” Joel emphasized each word with a level of intensity. He gave you his famous glare to drive home his point. You looked away from him and thought about what he just confessed to you. “Those Fireflies refused to let me see you after I woke up in one of their hospital beds. I snuck through the hospital trying to find you. I ended up in the office of the doctor that was going to kill you. Files were opened on his desk. I looked through them.” Joel shook his head before leaning against the railing again. “They died, (Y/N). All the other people that they experimented on died. No, they weren’t immune; you were the only one. But, (Y/N), I have a feeling those folks didn’t choose to be there on their own. What I do know for sure was that nothing ever came of their deaths. They weren’t going to get any closer to a cure or vaccine with you than they were with any of the others.” His confident demeanor began to falter as he took in a shaky breath.

“Then what happened?”

“I found you right before they were going to operate and I got us out of there.”

“The ‘Joel’ fashioned way, right?” You asked, in an attempt to make him feel remorse.

“I’m sorry that I lied to you, but I’m not sorry for what I did. All I wanted to do was protect you and they would have come back to kill you if I hadn’t.”

You caught yourself before you started to cry. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that. Any of it.” You looked at him only for a moment before tears began to fall down your face. You looked away. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you either. “God.” You mumbled, deep in thought. “But I would like to try.”

Joel let out a shaky breath as if he was about to cry too. “I’d like that.”

“Okay. I’ll see you around.”

“Yep.” He responded with a lump in his throat. You could hear it in the way his voice cracked. You never heard his voice break like that before. Your heart ached as you walked down the wooden steps.

#The Last of Us #tlou #tlou joel #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel/reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #joel #fluff #angst #video games #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #The Last of Us 2

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sincerelymarinette · 4 years

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A Recorded Life (42/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1434 Chapter Summary: Only three days left until the album release and Agreste Gala. There is much to think about, and also much going on in the friend group. What are they planning? Author's Note: oops a really late upload. Busy day but here we are! This idea actually came from a comment on Ao3 from forever ago- but thank you for the idea!! (the serenade part lol). The beginning is the fans on Twitter, I tried to make it clear but I'm not sure. Gala is NEXT CHAPTER!!!

The Serenades

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3 Days until the gala

omg guys thREE DAYS UNTIL JAGGED STONE ALBUM !!!

THREE DAYS UNTIL JAG X MARI COLLAB RELEASE I CANT WAIT TO GET MY MERCH

we know its 3 days until the album release but yall are forgetting that it's also the day of the Agreste Gala!!! Can't wait to see my favorite couple all dressed up and rocking the place

WE GET TO SEE MARI'S FINISHED DRESS SOON!!!!

JAGGED @JaggedStone Only a few more days until the album release! Can't wait for everyone to hear all the songs and see @MarinetteDC 's designs. Be on the lookout for a special surprise, too!

JAGGED @JaggedStone I think I qualify to run Marinette's fan club. Is that a thing? It is now. I'm the founder of the @MarinetteDC fan club. Like this tweet and follow Marinette to join.

Adrien @AdrienAgreste @JaggedStone Can I be co-founder?

JAGGED @JaggedStone @AdrienAgreste you can be vice president only because you're her boyfriend. Actually you have to be co-vice presidents with @alyacesaire because she's been in the unofficial Marinette fanclub since day 0

Adrien @AdrienAgreste @JaggedStone that's fair, I accept. When is our first meeting?

JAGGED @JaggedStone @AdrienAgreste When we meet next for the Adrien vs. Jobs video!

Replies to @JaggedStone

THE WHAT?? VIDEO???

ADRIEN IS DOING AN ADRIEN VS JOBS WITH JAGGED YES YES YES WE GET TO HEAR ADRIEN SIIIIIIIIIING

HES GOING TO ROCK THIS JOB THANK YOU JAGGED THANK YOU MARINETTE THANK YOU ADRIEN I CAN'T WAIT

y'all are forgetting that Adrien is kinda meant to fail these jobs. What if he's a bad singer

JAGGED did you just spoil something

omg the next adrien vs jobs video confirmed???

JAGGED @JaggedStone oops I'm sorry @MarinetteDC @AdrienAgreste

Normally, Marinette's notifications were full and active. But she always knew when Jagged Stone had tweeted about her, because it seemed like everything tripled in amount. And of course, Jagged slipped up out the Adrien vs. Jobs agreement- she hadn't even been able to tell Adrien yet! She was keeping it a surprise until they all could be together, because Nino was invited as well, and Alya was just as excited about it.

Marinette's phone rang, not even two minutes after Jagged tweeted the spoiler. "Hi, Adrien."

"We're doing an Adrien vs. Jobs with Jagged Stone?" He asked, very loudly. "That is so awesome. How'd you manage to score that?"

Marinette chuckled. "Uh, I just...asked him? He was really excited about it. He's already coming up with ideas for what to do, but I think it might just be a cover of a song. Nino's invited too, to do some backtrack. But don't tell him," She said. "Are you on your way to get him? Alya said she's still waiting for you guys to come by," She asked. They were all getting together to make a video and show off her gala dress.

"Yeah, I left the mansion a few minutes ago, and I'm almost to Nino's. Then we'll go pick Alya up; then we'll be back. Shouldn't be too long, now," Adrien promised. "I swear, we won't get lost this time."

"You better not! I expect you guys all here soon."

"Of course, Milady," Adrien said. "See you soon."

They hung up, and Adrien snickered at his phone. Marinette didn't know it, but during bro-time the other day, Nino and Adrien came up with a plan to make a funny video for Marinette. He saw it in his Twitter mentions recently, where a fan said that Adrien and Nino would be the kind of boyfriends to play music on a boombox and serenade their girlfriend's from outside their windows. That fan is very correct, and they are going to prove it.

Nino dug out an old CD player and some CDs that they could play and sing along to. Adrien found a video camera (not as good as Marinette's, but it would work), and they were ready. He mostly went to the Agreste Mansion to talk to Nathalie about the gala, but also to get a camera, so he killed two birds with one stone!

After Adrien met up with Nino, the first stop was Alya's, and Nino had picked out a song that they listened to all the time to sing to her. It kind of backfired, though, because instead of Alya being the one to hear, her two little sisters did and opened the window to yell at Nino that they liked his song. He stopped halfway through and asked them to get Alya, but they told her she was waiting in the apartment lobby for them. Adrien put the camera in Nino's face and forced him to go inside the lobby and sing to her, which Alya will never let him live down.

They all rushed to Marinette's, and the three of them stood outside as Laura Nightingale's song about the Miraculous heroes played. They fast-forwarded to the part where the male sings to the female, obviously meant to be Chat Noir to Ladybug, and it was perfect. They texted Marinette when they were close and told her to wait on her balcony. That way, she would one-hundred percent be the one to hear the serenade. As they walked up, the song started, and Adrien sang along.

Marinette stood up and looked over the edge when she realized what was going on. "You guys are such dorks!" She laughed loudly, even harder when she noticed it was all being recorded. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"

"Twitter!" Both Adrien and Nino yelled back, then stopped the song soon after and headed inside the bakery.

"I was wondering when you bunch would arrive," Chloé turned to the three as they entered. "Didn't want to go up without you. I'm still not sure how cool Marinette and I are," She explained.

Sabine jokingly rolled her eyes. "I told her it would have been perfectly fine to go up, but she didn't believe me."

"Well, we're all here now," Adrien said and led the group upstairs to meet Marinette.

Marinette waited at the door with a smirk on her face. "Did you really go back to the mansion just to get a camera?"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't go back willingly," Adrien scoffed. "I had to talk top Nathalie about Friday. I just picked it up while I was there," He said and kissed her cheek. "But, we basically got you a free video!"

"You have some amazing footage of Nino, too," Alya winked. "Now, let me see the dress!"

"Me too," Chloé added from the back of the group. She was met with strange looks from the rest of the group. "What? You guys act like I wouldn't want to see it. Heck, I watched a bit of the stream. If you're going to run the Agreste fashion empire one day, I need to keep an eye on my mother's competition," She said. "Well, that and I really want to know what it looks like."

Marinette cocked her head, but brushed it off. "Thank you?" She said, but it came out as more of a question. Marinette already filmed the reveal video, but she wanted to get the reactions of her friends. It was a ballgown style dress, mostly pink, with flower accents and some lace throughout. They were excited to see her in it, and knew it was going to be the most eye-catching dress at the gala.

With it being only three days away, the stress and anxiety was growing throughout everyone. Marinette and Adrien reevaluated their plan with everyone, and they all agreed. Chloé would be on standby in the hotel with Pollen, since she was not allowed to go. Alya and Nino would be together and ready for action, and Alya was still upset she couldn't get a press pass. (It was probably for the best, it may have been suspicious for her to be there, as well.)

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"Is everything ready for the gala, Nathalie?"

"Yes, I even talked with Adrien today. Are you sure that the timing will be right?" She replied.

"From what I know, they have no idea. But we still have to play it safe. Chat Noir and Ladybug will be in my home, together, and hopefully unaware. I will find their Kwamis, forcing them to give me their Miraculous," Gabriel explained. "It would be even luckier to distract Adrien and Marinette with her fashion icons or interviews, and their jewelry just happens to go missing," He laughed.

Nathalie nodded. "I will test it all again tonight. I'm sure the plan will work perfectly."

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mth-ppg-trashcan · 4 years

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Boomer Blossom 🎶

Blossom let out a deep breath as she stretched her arms above her head. She leaned backwards and felt her back slightly crack before lowering her arms. Blossom had stayed late after dance practice to finish choreography for a hip hop routine she was in charge of. She was getting stuck on the last third of the routine. Blossom couldn’t figure out exactly how she wanted to end the high energy piece.

She’d just finished her cool down stretches and was ready to head home. Maybe Buttercup would already have dinner ready. Blossom was getting hungry and food might help her think.

Suddenly, the door to the dance studio crashed open. Blossom whipped her head over to see a panting Boomer. He grinned when he saw her. “Yes! Thank goodness you’re still here,” Boomer whooped.

Blossom gaped at him. She wasn’t aware Boomer even knew where the dance studio was. What in the world was he doing here well after school hours? And why was he looking for her? Blossom started to speak, “Boomer, what are-“

Boomer bounded over to her. He grasped both her hands in his. “Blossom, you HAVE to teach me how to move like Britney,” he said.

Blossom stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “What are you talking about?” She asked.

“You know, Britney! Britney Spears!” Boomer started to sing, “You’re toxic I’m slipping under.”

“I know who Britney Spears is,” Blossom deadpanned. “Why do I need to teach you how to dance like her?”

“Because I’m surprising Bubbles next Friday!” Boomer started waving his hands around. The only problem was still holding her hands captive. Blossom pulled her hands away before he dislocated her shoulder.

He kept talking like he didn’t even notice, “And I’m going to sing her song ‘Oops...I Did It Again.’ I have the red latex suit and everything already.” Blossom shivered. She did not need a mental image of Boomer in latex. Boomer said, “The only problem is you can’t sing Britney without dancing like Britney. I’m pretty sure that’s a federal crime.”

Blossom shook her head. She did not have the time for this. She was ready to go home, eat dinner, do her mountain of homework, then go to bed. Any time she found for dance would be spent finishing the choreography for her hip hop routine. She felt guilty about having to say no, but she had other priorities to take care of. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time.” Blossom moved to start packing up her stuff. She needed to put away the boombox and music as well.

“I’m a quick learner! I promise!” Boomer was tailing Blossom as she moved through the dance studio. “And we only have to practice when you have the time! Just say the word and I’ll come!”

Blossom pinched the bridge of her nose, “Boomer-“

“Please, Blossom.” Boomer’s puppy dog eyes were like bullets shooting at Blossom’s resolve, but she did her best to stay strong. Blossom had plenty of years practice with Bubbles’ puppy dog face. “I really, really need your help,” Boomer said.

That one word was her weakness. Blossom could never turn down someone in need of her help. She sighed and mentally ran through her schedule for the next week. They had ten days for Boomer to get the routine down. If they squeeze in short practices throughout those days, it should be enough time. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Boomer let out a whoop and hugged her so tightly she could barely breathe, “Thank you! Thank you, Blossom! I won’t let you down.”

Blossom did her best to pry Boomer’s limbs off of her. “If I’m teaching you, I’ll expect perfection. You can’t ruin my reputation as a choreographer.” Boomer nodded vigorously. “You’ll have to show up wherever and whenever I say. I won’t have much time available to teach you,” she said.

“Of course, whatever you say,” Boomer said.

“Alright, we’ll start tomorrow at lunch,” Blossom said. She really did not know how she was going to pull this off, but Boomer needed the help. Besides, it was for Bubbles.

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Boomer was a quick learner, just like he promised. Blossom taught him a dance routine pretty exact to the music video’s choreography. She was able to take some liberties with it. Blossom had never been able to incorporate superpowers into her dance routines. When Blossom performed, the use of her powers would be tasteless. It would seem like she was showing off. However, for Boomer serenading Bubbles, it seemed okay to do. Some of the stunts in the video would be impossible for a normal person, but flying allowed Boomer to do them with ease. At one point he could back flip over to Bubbles to give her a flower. Instead of doing the floor work portion on the ground, Blossom had Boomer do it floating. Blossom mentally cheered herself over how cool that portion looked.

They crammed in thirty minute practice periods every day. Blossom even had Boomer show up to the dance studio at six in the morning one day so they could practice before zero hour started. Boomer came without complaint.

Surprisingly, the practices helped Blossom through her creative block. She figured out how she wanted to finish the hip hop routine she was in charge of choreographing. Dancing with Boomer helped her find new inspiration. Blossom was excited to show it to the girls on the team.

It was the morning before the serenade, so Blossom made Boomer do a dress rehearsal. Blossom was a professional and knew a dancer needs to be comfortable moving in their costume before performing. Unfortunately, this meant she would have to see Boomer in the latex suit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Boomer walked out of the changing room and struck a pose. It was bad. Not because Boomer looked bad. He somehow pulled the suit off. It fit him in a flattering way that Bubbles would love. Actually, Bubbles would love Boomer in that suit more than Blossom was comfortable with. Bubbles already gushes over her love of Boomer’s butt enough.

Blossom clapped her hands together. The purpose of the action was to focus herself more than Boomer. “Alright, time to run it from the top,” Blossom said. Boomer got into position and Blossom started the music. She was playing the version without lyrics since he needed to practice singing while dancing. The first couple run throughs, he had a couple missteps. By the third time, he was nearly flawless. Blossom felt a swell of pride. She had him do it twice more, then decided Boomer had it down. He was ready.

Boomer ran up to Blossom and hugged her. “This is going to be so good! Thank you, Blossom. I seriously could not of done this without you.”

Blossom laughed and hugged him back.

#im baaaack #this was a monster #but i had a lot of fun with it so i hope you like it #ask #ppg #blossom #boomer #my writing

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peeterparkr · 5 years

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clear|17|t.h.

Chapter 17: The Carnival.

pairing: surfer!tom x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: blink and you’ll miss angst, fluff, swearing, almost smut

summary: tom is a dumbass, in a good way

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a/n: hi, thanks for reading this, this goes for the -6 people who still put up with my shit, thank you, and please please for the love of god please comment and reblog haha i NEED to know what you guys think, i loved writing this chapter, hope you like it as much as i did

Tom was dying. But everyone is, really. The thing is nobody really thinks about it, because we see it too far away, we see it as something that we will have to deal with later. It’s inevitable, simply inevitable. But what happens when you realize that it’s a problem you might have to face tomorrow morning?

She had seen him taking all of the pills the morning before, all the medicine. She wondered how many of those he had taken. She thought of the colours. Blue, grey, white. As if life was playing a trick on them.

And y/n was now thinking about it. Tom was alive, right now, but was he? Was he truly alive?

His life, she realized, had become a routine in a way that he was used to seeing people realizing it. How people seem to change from the fact they know that sure, he’s not going to live forever, but to when they really acknowledge it, when it hits them. To the point where they think that sure, they might not see him the very next day. She knew he was only waiting for that moment, honestly. If he were to arrive at the lighthouse, he wouldn’t even be mad. He had known about it, it was just a matter of time. Because he had seen it with everyone, with his mother, his father, his brothers, with Haz, with Lex, heck, even Jared had shown it. Everyone hits that low point sooner or later.

She had her arms crossed as she watched the sun going down, ignoring her phone ringing in her car.

Y/N needed this time by herself which truly, everyone does, at some point. But was she too crazy? Was she really that crazy for wanting so much more than summer?

She was. Undeniably crazy and selfish.

But there was some sort of comfort of it all. She was at the beach, she was away from her life, already. And maybe she could change it, she could transform it into that. Maybe her dreams weren’t just as big as she thought they would be.

Being in love was already part of her dream.

But she needed to mourn it.

Because just the days before she had seen it, she pictured herself moving to the cabin near the beach where she could paint the sunset, letting her skin be kissed by both the sunlight and Tom’s lips. And that dream didn’t sound too far away, but it was certainly impossible. How wicked of her to even dare to think about a future when she should be instead of enjoying the present?

The waves were coming for her, and the stars were illuminating her. She took a deep breath as she took in the view, what a beautiful night she was ignoring. The stars, the moon, the water. She picked up a stick and made her way to the waves.

With tears in her eyes, she drew him on the sand.

She then thought about it, she wasn’t giving up, not yet. Even if there was not much to give, even if there was nothing to give up on yet.

The ocean washed him away from it. And that just didn’t help. But the ocean gave her an idea. She realized that the ocean would be there for her because it reminded her of him. There was something in the future because it eventually would come back. The ocean would drag her back to it, and maybe she didn’t have the power to heal him, but she had the power to keep him. She had the power to not cry, she had the power to look at the beautiful night.

And running away from him wouldn’t make any sense, she didn’t have to fall back without looking at what she really needed. And it was him. After everything, it was him.

Yes, Tom was dying. But so would her hope if she didn’t live with him. She had made that mistake before, looking forward so much that eventually, she fell backwards.

Start again. She had a second chance, but only if she took it. She had to hold on to it and forget it. Because maybe there was no medicine that could heal him, but he was the exact medicine that could bring her back to her life.

Because she knew it, he still was the same person that she met without knowing about it. He was still that guy with the beautiful smile, with the white t-shirt and with the amazing sense of humour. He was still a surfer. Tom was still a guy.

Blue, grey, white.

And he could fade away, like when her colours had faded away, or he could be erased by the water just like when she drew him. And she loved him, even after all the medicine. And she knew that if she didn’t say it now there would be no time to say it anymore. There was no point in crying. There truly was no point.

And sure, she had to wait for it. It was just a matter of time. But there was no point in crying now, the tears wouldn’t make him live longer. But she had the power to make him feel alive. Because they had no time.

She ran back to her blue jeep, her phone rang again. It was from Tom.

“Y/N hey- everything okay? Why weren’t you answering?”

“I love you,” she said unpromptly. She didn’t have time to explain it. She didn't even need him to answer back. Because, they had said they were in love, but they’d never said they loved each other. Maybe she had mentioned it, but never really blurted it out. She thought about the pills, blue, grey, white.

He stayed quiet but she knew he was probably blushing. “Wha-what?”

“I love you.”

He remained quiet again. “Where are you?” He pushed. She didn’t care if he wasn’t answering. “Are you okay?”

“Better than ever,” she said as she wiped a tear-off.

He took a deep breath.

“Where are you?”

“Somewhere.”

“Y/N--”

“The lighthouse.” She clicked her tongue.

“The�� The lighthouse?” He asked.

“I know you wanted to bring me here,” she was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I ruined the surprise.”

“Didn’t expect any less. I’ll---see you in a bit.”

She sighed.

He hung up. She wondered if she had done it wrong. But she didn’t care, she needed to say it. She had said before but it wasn’t the same. She didn't know whether to leave and look for him or stay.

She decided to stay, she’d wait for him, he said he was going to see her. Because whatever that was about to happen, she still had time to look back. How it had been full of laughs, how she had been trying to deny it since day one. How she had said that she only liked him. That no, she wasn’t in love with him. But that she couldn’t deny that she liked him. That she wanted to walk along the beach with him, holding his hand and looking up for crabs and shells. That she wanted to go biking with him, racing to the abandoned house so then they could swing together. That she wanted to lay down in the sand and count the stars together.

And how it had all come to it. To how her dreams had come true, they walked along the beach, they had gone biking, and they had laid down on the sand to count the stars. And that she couldn’t deny it anymore, she loved him.

How simple her dreaming had been. How it had all started with ice cream that led to a guy with a bag of seashells, to a guy swinging her, to a guy with a very lame attempt to make her fall in love, with a boombox, with a dance and with him serenading her.

It was all a first kiss, the first feeling, it was just a guy who was meant to fall in love with a girl. It was, after all, a great summer romance that happened all too quickly. She recalled every single moment, from the terrible singing to the late nights watching him surf. How the water would fall from his hair and into his face. She remembered how gently he would trace the notes on the guitar. Everything. A smile was drawn back on her face.

Eventually, she heard a knock on her window, and then she was reminded of the day that she had realized that there was something about him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of old blue jeans. Like that day her Jeep had stopped working. How unpleasant it had been to see him, yet now it was all she wanted to see.

He had a smirk on his face, a tired one.

Y/n just rolled down the window. “Yes?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She smiled. “What?”

“Get out,” he chuckled, as he stepped back watching her as she got down. “Okay, what’s all this about?” Tom sighed, closing the door. “Why have you been crying?”

“How did you-?”

Tom raised his eyebrow. “I’ve met you enough this summer. Why have you been crying?”

She looked down. “Stuff.”

Tom approached her, making her stumble until she was leaning against the car. “Y/N?”

“It’s nothing, really,” she said. “But you can kiss me until I’m not sad anymore.”

He chuckled, as he approached her even more. “Okay, so,” Tom placed his hands on her waist. “Have I told you you’re the most unexpected person I’ve ever met?”

“You’ve mentioned it, yeah,” she admitted as she was looking into his eyes. He cupped her face with a hand as he kept looking down at her.

He pecked her lips softly. “You’re such a hopeless romantic,” he continued, as he placed kisses all over her face and neck. “You probably know every single romantic movie that’s ever been released.”

“And books, too,” she blushed, closing her eyes at his touch. He kept pecking her all over her neck but ended up on her lips again.

“You literally asked me to do something,” he looked up at her, as he pushed his hair back. “What did you call it?”

“Extraordinary?” She chuckled.

“Extraordinary,” he licked his lips, “only to get you to think about going out with me.”

She chuckled as she tried to lean over again to his addicting lips, but he pulled away. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been trying to catch up with you, you know?” he admitted. “I danced with you under the moonlight,” he started, “I even did the whole prelude to a kiss, how horrible that is,” he continued with a sigh. “I looked for a boombox, I danced in the middle of the street to ‘Can’t take my eyes off of you’.”

She grinned, blushing.

“You’ve made a fool out of me,” He kissed her again.

She stared at him. This was how they were supposed to be, all summer. Not worrying about anything else, not crying. This. Just making out.

“You were one before meeting me, Tom.” She couldn’t stop blushing.

He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. “And I thought, oh, I should take her to the lighthouse, you know? It’s a romantic place, it might live up to her fantasy romantic life,” he continued. “She’ll like it there, maybe I’ll plan a picnic.”

She cupped his face and kissed him. “I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “And yet, you’re here, all alone, ruining the surprise to yourself, because why not, right?”

She kissed his cheek, and got out of his grip, laughing. “I’m sorry! I--”

“Oh, I’m not done, love,” he took her by the hand and pulled her back to his grip.

“What?” She looked at him.

“Not only did you ruin your surprise, but,” he had to take a deep breath and look up. “But I come here and find you crying.”

She looked down. “Yeah, uh-”

“And I think I know why.” He lifted her chin and she melted. The way he was staring into her eyes. The way that he was just incredible. His eyes, which for the first time didn’t look tired, were only there for her as if the actual masterpiece that the ocean with the stars were putting up for them wasn’t just as good as she was, as if it wasn’t even half as beautiful. He looked happy, and he looked soft. Sure, maybe his skin looked pale, and his lips were still dry, but he was just him, with the curls falling on his forehead and his freckles popping out, and with the wrinkles by his eyes just stretching each time he smiled. She didn’t want to ruin this moment, she didn’t want to get back to crying. Not bring up the elephant in the room. She wanted him to feel normal, she wanted to be normal. She wanted to enjoy this moment for what it truly was, not for what she had been suffering just minutes ago. Because she needed to make something beautiful out of it.

“Let’s not-” She tried to shut him up but he had that idea first, his lips were back on hers as his hands were trying to choose between her waist, her face or her whole body, he just had to pull her closer and closer, as his lips were just trying to figure out her taste, trying to memorize it. Needless to say, y/n had given in, he had transported her into another world. He pushed her again to the car, as she couldn’t get enough of him. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. But whatever was going on, she was loving it.

She cleared her throat, unsure of why she was feeling so embarrassed as soon as they pulled away, their hair messy and their lips were swollen.

“So, you’re so romantic, right?” he insisted and talked as if nothing had happened.

“Right,” she frowned.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Yet-” He had to stop and he finally let her go, she missed his touch. He threw his arms in the air, as he burst out with laughter.

“What?” she was feeling slightly confused.

He rubbed his face. “You’re the girl who’s been reading romance novels all summer.”

“Yes.”

“Your favourite movie moments,” He chuckled as he shook his head. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“Your favourite movie moments are too epic, okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have these-- dances, and risks, and just out of the box moments, a boombox, a guy just singing on a stadium, and a guy just--risking his life for this girl.”

Y/n blushed looking away. “Yes, alright, roast me! I’m a hopeless romantic!”

“Yet-” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you, y/n.” He started to walk in circles. “You see where I’m going with this, right?”

She shook her head. “I actually..don’t?”

“You ruined a perfect surprise,” he closed his eyes, laughing again.

“I already said I’m sorry!”

“And--” He lifted his finger. “I can’t believe this.”

Y/N bit her lip.

He walked over to her and cupped her face. “Y/N I need you to understand me.”

Y/N frowned. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

“Y/N, you, the most cliché girl I’ve ever met,” he grinned. “You, out of everyone I know, I never expected you to do this.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “What?”

“Y/N, you said ‘I love you’ for the first time over the phone.” And the biggest smile appeared on his face, so pleased to hear what he was saying.

“It’s not--” She gulped. “Not the first time.”

“You’ve used the word, but you’ve never-” It was Tom’s turn to blush now. He seemed so happy. “I just, I just think it’s fantastic.”

She blushed and joined him in his laughter, closing her eyes and rubbing her face. It did sound so out of character for her. Y/N realized it. She remembered something else, how Tom turns everything into gold. And that’s what he was doing right now. The Tom from the beginning of the summer was back.

“Well,” she covered her face. “I just… I just felt like saying them, alright?” She bit her lip. Blue, grey, white. She didn’t have to explain the entire thinking process she had gone through. He didn’t need to know that she had been so sad before. She didn’t need to explain that she had barely any time to say it, because she didn’t want him to get sad. Because of the light, he was showing so much light right now, it was just surprisingly incredible. He was just like the waves he liked to surf, big and deep, and beautiful.

He grinned. “I won’t--Ah, oh, y/n.”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry,.”

“Don’t--don’t apologize, but I just—okay, wow. ”

There was something she had noticed. He didn’t say it back. Of course, she didn’t expect him to, but it was just something that kept coming to her mind.

She cleared her throat. Maybe it had been stupid.

“I didn’t mean to say that, sorry, I was being emotional,” she lied. “I don’t actually feel-uh. I was-I didn’t mean saying it.”

“You didn’t—“ Tom frowned.

“No, it’s too soon, right?” She coughed. “So,” she tried to get herself back on whatever track she was trying to get on. “So, uh, let’s go to the party.”

Tom frowned. “No, not yet.”

She frowned. “What?”

“I’ll… race you to the Carnival, alright?”

“The carnival.”

“Yeah, they won’t miss us at the party, we’ll catch up later, we still have time,” he assured her. She just quietly watched him.

“The carnival,” she repeated.

Tom grinned. “Yeah.”

She had literally told him she loved him and the surfer wanted to go to the carnival. He had to be kidding her.

But she didn’t complain, because then again, there were a lot of surprises Tom would pull. She didn't have time to even argue.

“I’ll see you there,” she said as she hopped back into her jeep.

He leaned from the window to kiss her, again.

“See you there.”

Blue, grey, white. She was not understanding just one bit of what was happening. But she followed him all the way to the Carnival just letting the confusion grow wider.

She didn't even put music on. She needed to concentrate? Because how in this world could she explain to herself the variety of emotions she had gone through the day. But she was sure of something, he just made everything better. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t care that he didn’t love her back. That was alright, sure it was too soon. Had it been too soon for her, as well?

But it couldn’t because love doesn’t mean the amount of time spent with someone, love means how everything is timeless with that someone. And in this case, love meant how little time they had left.

She didn’t want to think about that. So she started to think about his lips, the passion which he had kissed her with. Had it been a way to apologize that he didn’t feel it yet? Maybe all the medicine had taken away all of his ability to love.

Blue, grey, white. That had been the order.

But she didn’t want to think about that now.

She arrived at the carnival and parked beside him. He greeted her yet with another kiss, his lips so hungry for her.

Something was definitely up. Figuring out what was the problem.

“We’re here,” she said condescendingly after he pulled away.

He chuckled. “You don’t seem excited.”

She sighed and gave him a cheeky fake smile. “Sorry, it’s just kinda loud.”

Tom shrugged. “I guess.”

It hadn’t changed from the beginning of the summer, there were still a lot of stands, people selling clothes, food, girls taking pictures, guys drinking, and a lot of children yelling. It was still a mess, and y/n, was still not a fan of it. But it brought her back some new memories, like the day she met Tom.

“Let’s go for ice cream,” Tom suggested, taking her by the hand. She smiled. He was definitely trying to make it up to her for not saying it back. It was alright, y/n guessed.

While ordering it, Tom joked about smearing it all over her clothes again. She smashed some ice cream into his mouth.

“That was not necessary,” he snickered as he closed his eyes, “now you’ll have to take it away yourself I guess.”

And she did, she kissed away all the ice cream just before kissing him again. He laughed.

“Let’s go to the Ferris Wheel,” he suggested.

She didn’t complain.

“Like our first date,” she remembered.

“Did that one count?” He frowned. “We weren’t really...I mean.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement. “I didn’t like you.”

“I did like you,” Tom dug his hands into his pockets. “Wish we could have an anti-date again, so we can behave however we want again.”

“I am behaving the way I want,” she wrinkled her nose, “how in this world do you want to behave?”

Tom shrugged laughing. “Dunno.”

It was their turn to get to the Ferris Wheel, y/n climbed in first and made room for Tom, who, instead of climbing in, closed the cart door.

“What are you doing?” She asked but she was already mid-air. “Thomas!”

He laughed and waved goodbye to her. She furiously yelled something at him but then crossed her arms as she decided to forget about it, she was already on it anyway. She might as well enjoy it.

Except, she couldn’t, she stared down at him but didn’t see him anyway. She leaned back, tapping her foot anxiously. Maybe that was his way of telling her that it had been too soon, by leaving her alone in that damned Ferris Wheel.

Blue, grey, white.

The Ferris Wheel stopped, and y/n blinked looking around, someone probably was getting in. She looked around at the beautiful scenery she was faced with, too bad she was enjoying it alone. Then, the screams began. Little did she expect to see what she was seeing. She saw Tom, climbing up the Ferris Wheel trying to reach for her. He was bloody climbing the bloody Ferris Wheel. He was climbing it from the outside, being careful enough to reach her almost at the top.

She joined the screaming.

“Thomas! What are you doing?” She yelled at him.

“Get back down, dude!” The guy controlling the Ferris wheel said.

“I already paid you, no worries!” Tom assured him.

“You’re not freaking Spiderman” Someone from the crowd yelled.

“Tom!” Y/N yelled again, covering her eyes.

He reached her. “Hi,” he said casually as he was swinging right in front of her. The Ferris Wheel wasn’t that big but it sure as hell wasn’t any safe at all to do that.

She covered her eyes, again. “Tom what—get in—“ she screamed again. “What the hell are you doing?”

Some people started booing, too.

“Y/N, look me in the eyes, my hands are getting sweaty,” he said. She opened them up.

“What in this world do you think you’re doing?” She asked him, fearing for him. “This is not the notebook or some shit-”

“Do you love me?” He asked her.

“Tom, get in here!”

“Do you love me?”

“Get back down here! I’m calling the police!” The guy controlling it threatened.

“Answer fast, y/n, this is getting ugly,” Tom continued. “Do you love me?”

“Answer him! Man, what are you doing? Are you mental?” Someone in another cart yelled at them.

“I am!” Tom laughed. “I’m crazy about this woman.”

“You’re an asshole that’s what you are,” the guy yelled.

Tom grinned. “Do you love me?”

“What? What?” Y/N shook her head following her eyes.

“Y/N I love you!” He sang.

“You’re mental, Thomas get in here!” She ordered, between her screaming.

“Do you love me?” He insisted.

“I do! Now what the fuck is all of this? Get bloody in here!”

“You do what?” He insisted.

“I—what?” She was so flustered. “I love you! Okay? What the fuck—Tom!”

“I can’t hear you, love!”

I love you!” She yelled. “I LOVE YOU!”

“You love me?” He asked again, now letting a hand loose.

“Thomas!” She yelled at him.

The people started screaming, some other people were filming him.

“You love me?” He pushed, chuckling.

“Yes! I already told you, Tom! What the hell? I love you! I love you! I love you!”

He chuckled as he finally swung into her cart. She was shaking and he was bursting out in laughter.

“You’re an idiot!” She yelled as she pushed him away. She covered her face again as the Ferris Wheel started moving again.

“You love me,” he chuckled, pulling her close. “Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m fine.”

She looked at him and pushed him away again. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He grinned as he cupped her cheek. “Probably everything.”

“You could’ve died!”

“But that’s more like you, you know?” He said leaning over to her, she was pushing out of his way, slapping away his hands. “Y/N, hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he was still laughing, taking her hands in his as he tried to calm her down with a grin.

“I hate you,” she stated looking into his eyes.

“No, you love me,” he smirked. “And hell, so do I because I wouldn’t have done that very stupid thing if I didn’t love you as much as I do.”

She pouted as she felt her heart beating even faster. She was shaking too much, but now she didn’t know if the reason was that she witnessed her stupid boyfriend risking her life or if it was the fact that her same stupid boyfriend had told her he loved her, too.

“What was that?” She asked him.

He chuckled. “I realized that I tried two out of three of your favourite scenes,” he explained. “And okay, I’m sorry but knowing you I was kind of disappointed that you said ‘I love you’ over the phone, after all the amazing stuff we’ve been through? You chose the most vanilla and unexciting way to say it.”

She was so offended. “Oh, I’m sorry that I just blurted out my feelings that way without risking my fucking life.”

“Well, so you did mean it,” he smirked.

“Yes, I didn’t have to climb a bloody Ferris wheel to say it!” She frowned.

Tom grinned as he wrapped an arm around her. “Well, I did, I had to be that extra only to say I love you.”

“You love me?” She whispered.

Tom laughed. “You really think I would’ve climbed a bloody Ferris Wheel if I didn’t love you?”

“Well, you’re dumb,” she stated.

“I am whatever you want me to be.”

He pulled her closer and smashed his lips against hers, his hands running through her hair. He couldn’t stop smiling as they both tried to take control of the situation, Tom being soft and Y/N angrily kissing him because she couldn’t stand him at that moment, but god did they boy make her feel everything.

They suddenly forgot they were at the Ferris Wheel, as she had climbed to his lap to get comfortable while kissing him. They didn’t even notice they had stopped and that people were watching them. They were back on the ground now.

The guy cleared his throat and he was accompanied by a security guy.

The steamy couple had to pull away, and uncomfortably look at them.

“Hi officer,” Tom greeted them, as y/n got off his lap.

“Care to explain your little manoeuvre over there?” He asked him.

Tom chuckled. “Uh, you see that’s-that’s a funny story,” he said, standing up. He motioned for y/n to stand up.

“Really? I want to hear it,” the officer said.

Tom gulped. “Well, uh--you see,” he chuckled, taking y/n’s by the hand. She knew what he was about to do. “We are dating.”

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“It does because we were uh,” Tom gulped. He looked at her and she nodded. “About to leave, bye!”

And they sprinted the hell out of the place, laughing and screaming as both men were trying to follow them, but the adrenaline that was pushing the couple made them go way faster.

“Come back here!” The officer ordered.

Y/N and Tom ran through the stands, through the rides and through all the people, and eventually, they ran to the parking lot, losing them through the clouds. They had to stop there so they could both catch their breath.

Tom coughed as he closed his eyes as they hid behind y/n’s blue jeep.

“Wow--okay, that was--fun,” she grinned but then as Tom kept coughing. She scowled as she patted his back. “You’re-you’re okay?”

He looked up at her as he took another deep breath. “Yeah, yeah.”

She bit her lip, unsure of what they were supposed to do. He gave her a reassuring smile as his fingers pushed away the hair from her face.

“I’m okay,” he kissed her temple, gently.

“You’re an idiot,” she grinned. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.”

He connected his lips with hers, hungry for her, as his lips traced around her lips and her neck, and as his hands were colouring her again.

“I love you,” he’d repeat over and over as his lips were still glued to her, placing wet kisses on her and as his hands were going from her back to her legs, resting on her ass.

“Tom,” she gently moaned his name, as he kissed her hungrily, slowly biting her neck. “We have a party to get to,” but he didn’t stop, he just continued to press his body against her.

“This is a public space,” she reminded him. “People could see us.”

He stopped as he smirked. “I want you.”

And there was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before, so gentle but so rough at the same time. And she agreed with him, she wanted him too. But it was too risky, and she guessed that’s what made it even more interesting.

He kissed her roughly again as he slammed her into the blue jeep again, he took him by her thighs as she wrapped herself around him The friction from their moving was making her all flustered, but he kept making his path, from her lips to her neck to her sweet spot on her collarbone.

“Tom, this is not-” She couldn’t keep talking. But suddenly an idea popped into her mind. “Wait, wait, wait,” she was panting already.

“What?” He had to stop to look up at her. She dug into her purse and took out her car keys. The party could wait.

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