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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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I was thinking maybe a oneshot where B!D gets poisoned by Cadmus?

Sisterly Instincts

Summary: Y/N is Kryptonian who landed on Earth a few years after Kara. When CADMUS kidnaps her, they inject her with a poison made out of their version of Kryptonite, which is very harmful to her.

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Image ID: Alex and Kara sitting together. Alex has her eyes closed, head on Kara’s shoulder, arm wrapped around her, and is looking upset. Kara is wearing her glasses and is looking down, crying. End ID.

“Alex, have you heard from Y/N yet today?” Kara asked as she entered the DEO, a slight frown on her face still evident from the morning.

Alex shook her head no. “Not since last night, why?” She asked, coming down the stairs and joining her sister in her walk.

Kara shrugged it off. “She just didn’t send me her usual good morning text . . . She’s probably fine, right?” The blonde answered, now feeling silly as she voiced the worry that had been slowly eating at her.

Alex’s warm chuckle calmed her almost instantly. “Yeah, it’s nothing. We’ll see her soon as she’s coming into the DEO anyway,” she reasoned, assuming their younger sister had just overslept.

They reached the main room where J’onn and the other DEO agents sat at their desks and immediately the Danvers’ sisters got to work.

However, when it was ten minutes past the time Y/N was supposed to arrive, Alex decided to give her a call, biting her lip. She discreetly pressed her phone to her ear, turning away so she wouldn’t cause her sister unnecessary worry.

It ringed.

And ringed.

“Hey! You’ve reached Y/N Danvers. Sorry I couldn’t answer! Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.” Alex cursed quietly when it rang so long it went to voicemail and huffed to clear her mind and steady herself.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Alex. I’m sure you just overslept or are rushing to work,” she said, pausing to chuckle when the image of her younger sister running around the city popped into her mind, “Just give me a call when you get this. Love you, bye!”

Despite the small worry entering the pit of her stomach, Alex reminded herself that Y/N being late and missing a phone wasn’t too uncommon, and she resumed her work.

"Alex?” Kara said, and Alex looked up from her computer to see her sister gesturing at the clock with a nod. The brunette looked over, and felt that pit sink lower when she saw that 20 minutes had passed. Getting no message from Y/N, Alex and Kara shared a look, coming to a silent decision.

“We're gonna go by Y/N’s apartment and check on her,” Alex informed J’onn as she stood up from her chair and grabbed her coat. She couldn't keep herself from remembering that Y/N should be here right now, she didn't live far away.

Kara nodded, following her older sister, and the two women left the DEO, neither of them discussing their worries in fear of distressing the other one. Great minds do think alike, though, and that’s why they both internally came to the conclusion that if nothing was wrong and they found Y/N sleeping late, they were gonna be pissed (however they hoped that was what they found instead of the scary alternatives brewing and stirring in their minds).

When they reached Y/N’s apartment, Kara knocked on the door. They waited almost a minute and when the door didn't open and they didn’t hear anything, Alex fished the key Y/N had given to her out of her pocket and unlocked the door.

Stepping inside, the women were prepared to search the house like they were on a mission, when a paper on the floor, having been slipped under the door, caught their attention. Sharing a look, Kara grabbed the paper and unfolded it. It read:

“Hello, Supergirl,

I won’t lie. I don’t know your ‘secret identity’. However, I was able to find out Y/S/N’s, so it’s only a matter of time before I find yours, too. Come to these coordinates: [pretend there’s random coordinates] by 12:00 alone and allow us to experiment and test on you. If you fail to do that, I won’t give Y/N the cure to the Kryptonite poison that’s in her system and I’ll reveal her identity to the world.

-- CADMUS.”

For a couple moments, Kara and Alex stood, glued to the spot. Thoughts and emotions washed over their bodies: concern for their sister, anger at CADMUS, and an utter helplessness since they didn’t know what to do.

It was a little past 10:00 now and when the two got back to the DEO, they made a plan with J’onn. He’d disguise himself as Kara and would do as the letter said and they’d have DEO agents - including Alex and Kara - stationed around the building with cloaking devices, which would make them invisible to CADMUS and their tech. Winn would hack into CADMUS’ tech and after Y/N was given the cure, the DEO agents would act.

At 10:30, the DEO agents were stationed around the base, invisible, and J’onn had walked into the base itself, disguised as Kara. He noticed the Kryptonite around the room, there to weaken Kara, so he put on an act: pretending that it was hurting him. He barley refrained from rushing over to Y/N when he saw the woman who was like a daughter to him siting on a chair, weak and only half-conscious, sweat shining on her face with Lillian Luthor standing beside her.

“Good, you came,” Lillian said with a sadistic smile.

“Yes. Now give Y/S/N the cure,” J’onn said, putting on his best Supergirl face.

The corners of Lillian’s mouth turned into a smirk and she walked over to another chair a few feet away, which had Kryptonite restraints. “Sit,” she said calmly, although the way she stood, her hands delicately placed on the chair, brought power to the lonely word.

J’onn complied, frowning as he walked over to the chair and sat down, letting Lillian put the restraints on his wrists and ankles that she thought would weaken him. For extra effect, J’onn sucked in a breath and faked pain.

Lillian smugly turned around and walked back to Y/N, who didn’t seem to realize what was going on. The older woman gestured to one of her minions and they promptly injected a serum into Y/N’s neck, making the youngest Danvers’ gasp just the slightest before her eyes fluttered close.

“The antidote is taking its affect in her system,” Lillian informed J’onn before turning back to her minion. “Take the girl outside. She can find her way back.”

The man nodded and picked Y/N up, slinging her over his shoulder and walked out. The second J’onn heard a smash and knew that his team had acted, he gave Lillian no time to be on alert before he ripped off the restraints and knocked all of the CADMUS agents out.

. . . . . . . . .

Alex and Kara had been standing outside, listening to Lillian and J’onn’s interaction through their earpieces. The women were both racked with worry over their little sister and when they saw the man carrying her, it took everything in them both to wait until he carelessly dropped her on the floor. When he did, Kara revealed herself and knocking him unconscious into a wall. Alex then revealed herself as well, hearing J’onn fighting, and ran to Y/N while the rest of the DEO agents went inside to erase CADMUS’ memory of Y/N’s identity and to make arrests.

“Y/N, Y/N! Come on, wake up,” Alex said, slightly panicked as she gently rolled Y/N from where she was laying on her side to be on her back. Kara, after making sure the guy was unconscious, sped over.

Kara knitted her brown together and drew her lips into a line, silently gathering her sister into her arms. Alex glanced up at her, tears in her eyes, for she knew Kara was only silent when she was very worried.

“I’ll meet you back at the DEO,” Kara said quietly, her tone almost emotionless, before lifting off and flying into the air. Alex swallowed and took a breath, getting to her feet.

. . . . . . . . .

As she flew through the air, Kara battled to keep distracting thoughts about the clouds and the breeze away, as she knew she had to focus on her unconscious sister. Y/N was the priority. Once she landed at the DEO, she immediately headed to the med bay, where doctors took over and Kara informed him that Y/N had supposedly been given the antidote.

After almost ten minutes of Kara pacing just outside the door and Winn doing his best to comfort her, the doctors informed them that the antidote was indeed in Y/N’s system and it was fighting off the poison. They didn’t know when she would wake up but when she did, she would need to rest a lot as she’d be weak. They were also unsure if CADMUS had done anything else to her, so she’d need to stay at the DEO overnight if she didn’t wake up soon.

The doctors allowed Kara to see her so the blonde sat by her sister’s side, holding her hand until Alex burst in, looking out-of-breath.

“How is she?” Alex asked, sitting on Y/N’s other side and taking her free hand.

Kara told her what the doctors said and they collectively let out a breath, relieved that she was going to be alright. They stayed with Y/N for another hour, silent except for the occasional comment, when Y/N started blinking her eyes open.

The agent and the superhero both sat up, patiently waiting for Y/N to wake up and adjust herself.

“Alex? Kara?” Y/N croaked out, looking at her sisters in a haze of confusion.

Both women smiled and let out happy tears, helping her to sit up before wrapping their arms around her. Y/N smiled, leaning her head against Kara’s neck.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Alex whispered.

“It’ll never happen again,” Kara promised.

Y/N nodded. She didn’t say anything in response, finding herself too tired after the day’s events. Kara and Alex stayed until she fell asleep and then they reluctantly left her under the watchful eye of Winn, since they needed to debrief with J’onn and prepare for when Y/N would come home.

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itsallabigmess · 5 years

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Solace - drabble #04 (ending)

A/N: This is it, guys. The final part. I usually don’t get this attached to the stories I write. I guess I put so much of myself in this one, it was just hard to let go. But I finally got a conclusion that I’m happy with. I really hope you guys enjoy it. I would love to hear - read - your thoughts on it.

Thank you very much to everyone who joined me in this journey (and a special thanks to the anon who requested the story that came to be the original Solace scenario.)

Trying not to walk too fast, you left the building feeling like your heart was about to explode. You should have called Jinyoung, as he made you promise you would do. There was already a message from him on your phone, asking how everything went. But that was something you wanted to tell him in person.

There was more than enough time to make yourself calm again before meeting your boyfriend at the boxing studio. So, you went home, took a long shower, ate something, and tried to take a nap, since the previous night was spent overthinking about how you wanted, needed things to go right.

A light touch on your arm brought you back from your sleep. You lazily turned your body in bed to see your boyfriend sitting by your side, his lips curved in a soft smile.

“Why are you home?” you asked, stretching your body. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight,” Jinyoung chuckled at your expression “You weren’t at the gym and didn’t answer your phone. I got a bit worried.”

“Sorry, I overslept,” you lifted your body, dropping a kiss on his lips, your eyes still feeling heavy.

“So… How was it?”

You took a deep breath, releasing it with a long sigh, shoulders moving up and down. Jinyoung was starting to look concerned and you couldn’t help yourself, letting a little giggle escape. “I got the job.”

“You did?! Of course you did!” Jinyoung pulled you in a hug, dropping more than just a few kisses on your neck and shoulders, giving you goosebumps. “We should celebrate,” he said, pulling apart and getting out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and take you to dinner.”

Jinyoung gave you another kiss before hitting the shower, leaving you chuckling in bed. You wondered if you should follow him. To the shower. The kisses he gave you still felt warm against your skin. And you wanted more. Much more.

You still haven’t had sex. Jinyoung never tried to go further after the night you asked him to stop, even after you asked him to not be afraid of touching you. That much he gave you. Endless kisses, bodies close to each other, his hands traveling up and down your body. But never let his touch be too intimate. Never in a way where it would pass the point of coming back.

It’s been months and, what once was enough, now was starting to become unbearable. You wanted Jinyoung with your entire body, silently wishing he would just take you for once. But that was not how your relationship worked. And Jinyoung wouldn’t do anything unless you made clear to him that it was something you really wanted.

Yet, you never found yourself able to do it. Ask for sex. It was so silly, it made you laugh. You two have been dating for what felt so long now. Shared so many emotions already. Why this one last thing seemed so hard to do, even when your body craved for it so much?

You were so lost in thought, laying in bed again after changing your clothes, you only noticed Jinyoung was back in the room when he started crawling over your body, his mouth exploring the way from your collarbone to your neck, the tip tongue tasting your skin.

And then, a soft moan slip through your lips and Jinyoung lift his body, giving a small kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed.

Jinyoung was a teaser. And as you left the apartment, you wondered if it was his way of letting you know he was craving you too.

First week at work was busy as expected. You were hired as an assistant in a big firm and that meant you needed to know about everyone and everything as fast as you could so you wouldn’t stand in anybody’s way.

Compared to the last place you worked, this job was heaven. People were actually nice to you, helping you in every way they could, trying to get to know you. The other assistants even invited you for happy hour at the end of the week. Something you soon learn was a habit of them every Friday.

Jinyoung insisted you started to hang out with them, knowing very well it would be nice to you to be close to other people. You still didn’t have any friends other than your boyfriend. And as Jinyoung kindly and sometimes teasingly reminded you, his mother couldn’t be considered your friend, no matter how much you liked each other. Jinyoung hanged out with his coworkers every now and then, and so should you.

So, as the weeks went by you started to accept the invitations. Losing the old habit of pretending you enjoyed small talk was easier than expected. And once you did, it was nice to feel you could connect again with other people. Enjoy a few drinks, laugh of the stories heard. It brought back a part of your old self that you weren’t fully aware that you missed. Or that could ever exist again.

And as for Jinyoung… Seeing how insecure you could still be sometimes, he constantly reminded you it was okay to spend less time together. As long as you were nestled in his arms when the night came.

One of the girls you worked with asked you to go shopping with her after the shift was over. And needing to buy some things for yourself, you quickly said yes.

You were waiting for her to try a few dresses she picked up when your phone buzzed. Jinyoung was going to be home earlier that night. And as soon as you read the words, the need for being in bed with him started to take over your body.

He was already there when you arrived, wearing a white shirt and pajama pants, using his glasses to read some book. You leaned close to give him a kiss, making sure he wouldn’t notice you were taking one of the bags you brought to the bathroom.

Maybe tonight, since the words were hard to fall from your mouth, you could finally show to your boyfriend how much more you needed him.

Jinyoung’s eyes were still focused on the book in his hands when you came back, you having to take it from his hands so he could look at you. His eyes stopped at your bared legs, moving up slowly to the black satin nightgown you have bought just an hour before, until it finally met your face, lips dimly parted.

“This one is new,” he said in a low tone, looking at your body again before gazing into your eyes. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled, moving to sit on his lap, your legs at each side of his body, hands resting on his chest. Jinyoung’s heart was beating fast. Maybe just as fast as yours.

He lifted his body from the headboard, his arms enveloping your middle, hungry lips meeting yours. The type of kiss he only gave you once before. The type of kiss that took your breath away after only a few seconds.

“You can take it off if you want to,” he parted the kiss, his hands holding your wrists softly. Only then you noticed how tightly you were holding the hem of his shirt. He gave you an encouraging nod when you searched for his eyes.

Jinyoung took off his glasses and helped you remove his shirt, throwing it on the ground. Did he always look like that? you wondered, biting your lower lip, your hands gliding from his shoulders to chest until you finally reached his abdomen, Jinyoung leaning his back against the headboard so you could have a better view of him. Was he always this strong?

His hands were resting on your thighs, fingers caressing your warm skin as he watched you slowly explore his body, silently wishing he could do the same. Jinyoung didn’t have to wait long, though, smirking at you when you lifted your arms in the air, all your jitters going away with your nightgown.

“Aren’t you going to touch me?” you asked, feeling your face burn while Jinyoung gazed at your body.

Jinyoung cupped your face and kissed you first, pulling you close by your middle a few seconds later, your bare chests touching as your lips moved together fervently before he rolled your body in bed. There was no rush now, Jinyoung thought. He wanted to touch, kiss all of you, explore every part that was still unknown to him. And he had all the time in the world to do so.

When you started dating, Jinyoung let you know you would be the one setting the pace for your relationship. But now, he was showing that, when it came to sex, that responsibility was his. Which was fine by you. You never knew your body could react to someone’s touch the way it was reacting to his. The only other man you had in your life was you ex-fiancé. After meeting Jinyoung, everything about him seemed so mechanic. So programmed. It puzzled you how everything felt different, tasted different with him. Love itself didn’t make any sense if it was not with him.

“Shit,” Jinyoung hissed, dropping his head on your chest.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your fingers running through his hair.

He lifted his head, looking awkwardly embarrassed “I don’t have any condoms…”

“How?” you asked, trying not to chuckle.

“Honey, you know I didn’t date anyone before you for a long time,” Jinyoung said, his face somehow looking even redder. “And I thought we would talk about it before… doing it?”

“Really? With all the kissing and touching that had been going on?”

“You told me not to be afraid to touch you,” he said in a low voice, resting the side of his face on your palm before dropping his head again on your chest.

How he could be so adorable even now?

You pulled his face up, lifting your body slowly so your lips could me. “That’s okay, honey. I was prepared in case that happened,” you ruffled his hair again when he tilted his head, frowning at you. “I’ve been taking the pill,” you explained, your voice coming out in a lower tone as if it was something to feel shy about.

“Since when?”

“Since I started spending the night here. I knew it would happen… eventually… So, I just wanted to be ready…for when I was ready.”

Jinyoung smiled, moving up to kiss you again in the sweetest way possible. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked in a whisper, a hand cupping your face.

“I want you. All of you.”

Not many words were said after that.

You woke up to Jinyoung kissing your back, a happy hum coming out of your mouth as you turned your body. His mouth founding yours in a heartbeat but soon getting lost on your curves again.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked in between kisses.

“Marvelously well,” you arched your body as Jinyoung started to bite your inner thigh “Aren’t you tired?”

“Of touching you? Never,” he licked and sucked the sensitive skin, your entire body quivering as he moved closer to where your arousal grew. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.”

The new form of intimacy that came with having sex changed things. Jinyoung was never afraid of showing that he loved you. But you never knew how much he was holding back. Even with small things. Like wearing only shorts when you two were home. The most you ever saw from Jinyoung’s body before was when he used sleeveless shirts at the gym. And when it came to sex itself, you learned that the bedroom was not the only place where he could show his passionate side.

But the bed was where you spent most of your time adoring each other.

A holiday came and you finally were able to pay the visit to your mother-in-law, as you had promised. It was less nerve-wracking meeting Jinyoung’s father and the rest of his family than it was to meet his mother for the first time. They all gathered together for lunch and the afternoon was spent with a lot of laughter. And of course, more embarrassing stories about your boyfriend’s childhood.

There was a photo of you two, one that Jinyoung had sent his mother, amid the frames on Mrs. Park living room. She was serious when she said you were part of the family.

You stayed for a day longer, Jinyoung wanting to show you his hometown. “We need to come here during the Cherry Blossom Festival,” he told you as you walked hand in hand through the park “My mother always brought me to see the parades and street performers when I was young. We can sit near the lake for a picnic. And see the lights they put up at night. Somehow the flowers look even prettier then.”

“My boyfriend, ever so romantic,” you turned to give him a chaste kiss.

Jinyoung bought some ice cream and you sat in a bench to quietly enjoy the view. There was something Jinyoung wanted to ask you. He had the thought in mind since he was you standing at his mother living room, carefully observing all the photos she had up. He was just afraid it would ruin the moment. You seemed so happy to be there. To be with them.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing the frown on Jinyoung’s face.

“My family really liked you,” he said.

“I really like your family. Is that a bad thing?”

“No!” he rushed to say, placing a hand on your thigh “It’s just… I was thinking… Do you miss your family? Have you considered trying to reach them?”

You thought for a minute, the idea of talking to them again never crossed your mind before. “I guess my relationship with them was never that good,” you shrugged. “The lunch we had yesterday with your parents, your uncles... My family was never like that. My father was always so strict, so attached to traditions,” you looked at Jinyoung, shrugging again. “I guess they stopped being my family when they chose my ex before me. Just took me some time to realize that.”

Jinyoung moved a bit closer to you, passing his arm around your shoulder, leaning to kiss your forehead.

“Is it something that bothers you?” you asked, “Not being able to meet them.”

“No. I know how much pain they caused you. But I wanted you to know that if you ever feel like going back home, I’ll be by your side.”

You smiled, turning your body to him, a hand holding his face. “Jinyoung, I am home. You are my family now.”

Jinyoung smiled broadly, wrinkles forming in his face before he leaned for another kiss, before resting your head against his, watching the view ahead of you.

The festival would be held in a few months. Maybe it would be the perfect time, Jinyoung thought. To give you the ring he bought only a few days after you started dating.

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thechocoboos · 5 years

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hey do you guys remember that depression series i was gonna write? yeah, me neither. Anyways, here’s the next installment. sidenote: i wrote this a while ago so if im accidentally reposting it pls for the love of god let me know <3

Wordcount: 1778 Warnings: Depression Pairing: Prompto/Depressed!Reader

Nonexistence.

Your day had started out rough; you overslept by a good 2 hours and it hadn’t been an enjoyable sleep. Weird, unsettling stories plagued your dreams, leaving you reeling nad uncertain. Loud voices and the sounds of the construction outside your window had easily gotten on your nerves that day, and all you wanted was to lay down in the quiet and be alone for a bit.

Doing you work took too much effort, talking to other people was difficult, tedious, and only left you feeling worse than before. You tried to sleep, to close your eyes and fall into a nice cushion of nothingness, only to toss and turn in bed. You could still hear the voices outside your window, the construction and the thumping of the tenants above your apartment constantly hurting your head and fueling a pang of anger in your mind. You were sick of it all, sick of the noise and the endless list of things you had to do and would do anything to avoid.

You wanted silence, rest. You wanted to stop existing. You wanted the annoyance to go away, the rest of the world to shut up and disappear. Rather than continuing to face the world, you piled onto your couch under blankets and pillows, even dragging one pillow over your face to try and drown out the world.

And you laid there, trying not to exist, trying to pretend that under your little fort you could ignore your rising problems and the growing hole in the back of your mind.

The endless text messages you were getting made it difficult to focus on the nothing. You could see the screen lighting up with unseen messages--some from.your friends: Noctis, Gladio, Iris, even Ignis. However, most of them were from Prompto, your boyfriend. You knew he would be worried, you usually never went a full day without responded to his texts.

Still, you tried to ignore them, tried to shut your eyes and not see message after message--your phone was ringing, prompting you to open your eyes and glance at the screen as your heart starting thudding just a bit faster.

Prompto’s name flashed on the screen, his customized ringtone blaring through your living room. You loved him, but you didn't want to pick up the phone--to talk to even him right now. The ringtone seemed to get louder the longer your phone went unanswered, and with every second your brain screamed and your heart ached and your stomach felt nauseous and sick. Limply, you reached your hand out, hitting the decline button on the screen. It should have taken no effort, been an easy task, but in that moment your hand was so heavy and your mind so worn down that it was the hardest thing you had to do so far that day.

And then, it started ringing again. Rather than be forced to decline and keep doing so over and over again, you simply turned your phone off, letting it drop to the floor with a thump as your hand went limp again. This time, you managed to focus on the nothingness, to drown in the endless limp, empty feeling that was weighing heavy on your heart.

Elsewhere, Prompto was sitting at a cafe with his friends. He bit his lip, nervously looking at the decline calls and the messages you had yet to see. “They won’t answer,” He said aloud, glancing to his friends nervously.

“I mean, they’ve been pretty busy lately, maybe that’s why?” Noctis offered, shrugging as he took a sip of his soda.

“But they always answer by now…” Prompto said, his leg nervously bouncing up and down. He hadn’t even touched his spicy curry, too worried about your absence to enjoy his meal.

“I agree with Prompto, it’s not like Y/N to go this long without answering,” Ignis spoke, frowning at his own phone.

“Do you think everything’s okay? Am I just annoying them--sometimes they don’t always want to talk so I-”

Gladio cut Prompto’s nervous ranting off, “Please,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Y/N’s head over heels for you. I don’t think you could annoy them even if you tried. The looks they give you are almost as lovestruck as the looks you give them,”

“Yeah, Gladio’s got a point,” Noctis said, leaning back with a smirk on his face.

Prompto was too nervous to response to the teasing. His mind was going 100 miles per hour, each thought concerning you. “Maybe I should stop by?” He asked, eyes wide and flickering from friend to friend. “They usually want me to call first but-”

“I mean, you did call,” Noct pointed out, shrugging again.

“Yeah-yeah, I did…” Prompto trailed off before he abruptly stood up. “I’m going over!” He stuffed his hand in his pockets, dropping enough money on the table to pay for his meal before he was gone, walking off at a brisk pace towards your apartment.

You didn’t answer your door when he knocked. You heard it, yes, but you weren’t going to answer regardless of who it was. Instead, you burrowed down further into your pile of blankets and pillows, pulling one pillow over your head like a shield.

Outside, Prompto was growing worried. He couldn’t be sure you were home, but something was nagging at his stomach. Frowning, he dug out his own keys, searching for the one that led into your apartment. You always told him it was for either emergencies or taking care of your pets and plants whenever you were away--and right now seemed like emergency enough.

He let himself into your apartment, surprised at how dark everything was. The lights were turned off, curtains drawn shut. It felt so….empty. Quietly shutting the door, Prompto stepped forward and flicked on the light.

“Y/N?” He called, voice hesitant.

As soon as the lights flickered on, you buried your head deeper into the couch. The second you heard Prompto’s sweet voice calling your name, you felt your heart ache with longing and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug him. Still, you didn’t move.

“Y/N?” He was getting closer, his footsteps louder and voice warmer. He stopped. You knew he was probably staring down at the pile of blankets, confused. “Babe?” There was nothing but warm concern in his voice. His hand reached down, starting to move the pillow on your head away.

You yanked it back in place.

You heard a chuckle of soft laughter escape from his lips, “Babe? What’s up?” His voice was both amused and worried. “Did you try and make a fort without me?” He walked around the couch, kneeling down by the opening to your little pile and managing a warm smile.

Seeing his face was like feeling the sun for the first time in ten years. You felt warmth and love towards him, your heart aching and your eyes soft. “No,” You managed, voice scratchy. “I just… don't feel well,”

His smile disappeared, replaced by a worried frown. “You sick, babe?” He asked, his hand immediately reaching out to feel your forehead. You relished in the small touch, leaning your forehead against his hand and wishing it would last.

“Not like that,” You said, peering up at him.

Prompto started to understand. The dark lights, drawn curtains, your withdrawn nature…

“I just... Don’t want to exist right now “

Prompto’s heart broke at your words. He managed a small, comforting smile despite his aching heart. “That’s okay, babe,” He let his hand fall from your forehead, moving to gently caress your cheek. “Mind if we don’t exist together?” He asked, voice soft and understanding.

You hesitated before nodding, moving a little further into your cave of blankets as you lifted them a bit. He smiled, kicking off his boots and laying down next to you. It was a tight fit with most couches not being made for grown humans to lay side by side, but you were okay with that. You felt comforted by his warmth and his proximity, feeling better as he squished himself beside you.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling your huddled form to his chest. Closing your eyes, you rested your head against his shirt, comforted as he stroked your hair. He always seemed so tall whenever you two cuddled like this, with his chin resting on top of your head and his body stretched out next to your curled up form.

“Sometimes, I don’t want to exist, either,” Prompto said, his voice quiet. “And that’s okay,” He held you even closer, kissing the top of your head and rubbing circles into your back. “I always remember I have you, and Iggs, and Noct, and Gladio…” He smiled slightly, “And you have them, too, and me. And we all care about you, ya know?”

You felt your heart lifting slightly, not very much, but slightly nonetheless.

“And--and if you ever need anything or wanna talk--I’ll listen, okay?” Prompto held you even tighter. “Sometimes, things really suck, and it feels like they won’t get better, but I promise they do. And in the meantime, I’ll try and make life better until they do,”

Your managed a smile, your eyes tearing up a bit. He was always so sweet and comforting. He didn’t always know what to say, and sometimes he would say the wrong thing, but he cared--that much you knew.

“I know you will, Prom,” You managed, raising your head to look at him. “You always try, and I know I don’t always seem like it but--I really appreciate it, so, so much,” And you did. You knew your depression wouldn’t magically disappear--hell, even Prom knew that, but at least you knew he cared enough to stay by you through it.

Prompto smiled, his cornflower blue eyes so sweet as he gazed at you. “I love you, Prompto,” You told him, managing a smile.

“And I love you, too, Y/N,” He raised one nimble hand, brushing your hair aside. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours for one small, warm moment before pulling away.

It was a small moment, but those small moments were the ones that made you glad to exist, even when you were trying not to. You couldn’t pretend that Prompto’s presence magically made your depression disappear for the day, but it did make cheer you up a little. And as you two lay on the couch, wrapped up in your own little world of nonexistence, you felt your unconditional love for that man reminding you of some of the good things in life, and for that, you loved him even more.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #ffxv prompto #prompto argentum #prompto #fanfiction #have fun with this y'all #i feel like i might have posted this at some point but idk for sure #it's been awhile

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thehobbitse · 5 years

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Fanfic: Obsessions (Jake Peralta X OFC)

You can read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17951162/chapters/42394373

Author’s note: Hii, sorry for the short chapter, I wanna skip to the ~interesting~ parts soon ;3 Also, I know it's cliché, but I'll name the chapters after songs. This is Daylight-Coldplay, is about the realization that you love someone (in this case she likes the person because it's too soon to love etc).

Chapter 2- Daylight

As soon as I got home, I ran to the shower, the water would help to clear my thoughts. Since I was young I loved to take a shower, I turned on the radio and problems disappeared. It's a shame that when we grow up, problems grow too, and it takes more than running water to solve them. It also did not help that I put "Greatest Hits- Britney Spears" (because ‘My loneliness is killing meee’)

What would I do the next morning? Should I talk to him? Ignore it? Oh if I had a close friend to ask for advice. As soon as I fell on the bed, I fell asleep, too tired to continue torturing myself.

The next morning I got up earlier than usual, if I got there early I would not run the risk of having to walk past Jake's desk and say good morning. I decided to ignore him and try to act normal until things got really back to normal. I took my usual coffee and milk, put the most imperceptible neutral-colored clothes I could find and ran to the bus stop near my building. I came some minutes early and used this extra time to pick a playlist. I love these little things, listening to music on the bus (or in the bath, or cooking, or cleaning the house or in any possible situation) made me happy. I would always get into these overly thinking moments, my mind certainly flies easily.

I arrived early, even earlier than Amy. Actually most people came later, probably because of yesterday's party. Rosa arrived at the usual time and I could tell she was happy because this time she actually greeted me. I really admired her, her strong will, her style. I had what I like to call a “friendship crush” on her.

The more the minutes passed, the more I became anxious, my hands were sweaty, each time the elevator doors opened, my heart skipped a bit. I was so tense that I did not even realize that Rosa was calling me.

"Moretti, are you alright?"

I turned to her with a loose smile "Yes, why?"

"You're kneading those files" well, I have this mania of when I'm thinking too much and I’m anxious, I squeeze everything I have in my hands without noticing.

"Yeah, I ... ah ... I need to go to the bathroom" I got up as fast as I could to avoid further comments.

Arriving in the bathroom I washed my hands and my face to try to calm myself down. ‘Breath in, breath out’ I mentally repeated to myself. I was going to make a ponytail when I spoted a purple bruise on the righ side of my neck, almost on the back. ‘Shit it must have been hidden behind my hair’

‘Shit shit shit shit’ I didn’t have anything to cover that up, as I looked the hickey, my mind started to wander again, to think about last night and all the things I felt when I was in Jake’s apartment. The way we kissed and the manner he touched me, and oh God, how I wanted to go to the end and see what he would do, but I didn’t, there are so many things that could (and certainly would!) go wrong. But I had to admit: he knew how to Kiss. “I shouldn’t be thinking about that”

“About what?” I heard Gina’s lazy voice comming from behind one of the bathroom boxes. Oh crap, did I say it out loud? And why didn’t I check if the bathroom was empty?

I soon let my hair down to cover the hickey, with luck she didn’t see it “About what I’m gonna have for lunch, it’s too soon yet”

She came closer to me with a threatening look “You have a secret, and I know all the secrets around here” she changed her look in a second and washed her hands

“No, I don’t. Now excuse me”

I left the bathroom and went to the living room, I know Gina is quite ‘dangerous’ and I had to keep the secret really secret. I heard that drinking water helps to calm the anxiety, so I went to the living room, while pouring water into a mug I heard footsteps and voices, I was with my back facing the door

“Man, I told you that woman was inocent” phew, it was Terry

“I shoudn’t have bet 20 dollars, her taste for fast food deceived me” maybe I was lucky because that was Charles....until he completed “Jake, what do you think?”

In fact I was lucky to be facing the sink because as soon as I heard that Jake was there, I spit some water. I turned myself to face them. “Hi there” I said with a very forced smile

Fun fact: I never saw anyone so hungover like Jake: he had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was matted and his clothes rumpled as if he had overslept and came to work in a hurry and I never saw him before with a grumpy expression like the one he wore that day

“Careful there” said Boyle with a playful smile. I passed some water in my mug to carry it back to my desk.

“Good morning Sargent, Charles, Jake” I said while leaving the room, my stare low because I wasn’t able to look him in the eyes without feeling shame.

The rest of the day followed quiet, I watched the people from behind my computer, Amy was shinning with joy, showing off her big engagement ring, I heard Charles complaining about having trouble to find a girlfriend, Jake was incredibly silent, Gina was bragging about something she achieved on twitter. Sargent Jeffords showed us some pictures of her little girls (precisely 56 photos of them sleeping). I thought things were going back to normal really easily. That’s when my look met with Jake’s and we instantly lowered our eyes, my face burning with embarrassment. Was he looking at me purposely? Hm maybe it was my imagination.

I lifted my head as if nothing had happened, grabbed my cellphone to (pretend to) check the messages and raised my eyes once again, he wasn’t at his desk anymore.

Rosa got up from her chair and muttered a direct command “Follow me”, she led me into the copier room and closed the door “You need to talk to him”

“With whom?” I asked, it was impossibe for her to know-

“With Jake, it’s weird and you are colleagues, it may affect your work” shit shit shit, how does she know? “You took him home last night, you’re barely talking to each other and you have a hickey” she responded as if she read my mind and crossed her arms

I immediatly placed my hand on top of the hickey, widening my eyes “Nothing happened. I mean. Kinda. But I stopped it because he was so drunk and I didn’t want to be just a backup girl cus’ I know he likes Amy” I realized I shouldn’t have said the last part “Oops, that wasn’t supposed to come out”

“Don’t worry, everyone knows that except Amy. Talk to him” she told me sternly and headed to the doo

“...Rosa” I pleaded raising my eyebrows like a puppy face, she appeared to be touched by it -but because of what she said next. Rosa doesn’t show any emotion unless she wants to-

“Jake is a nice guy, he’ll understand. You don’t have to be afraid, Gina and Charles used to make out, and now they’re fine”

“What are you suggesting?” I asked, did she meant that me and Jake could.....? Well it didn’t matter because she just raised an eyebrown and gave me a smirk while lefting the room

I waited ‘till the end of our shift, I wanted to talk to Jake alone. As he waited for the elevator, I looked nervously to Rosa and she returned with a nod to where Jake was and gave me a look that meant ‘I will drag you to him if necessary’. There was no other way, and she was right, this situation could harm our work. So I grabbed my purse and headed to the elevator too.

The problem is that I wanted to be alone with him to spare more awkward situations and Scully was heading to the elevator too. I looked at Rosa again and she understood what was happening.

“Hey Scully” she called him and as soon as he turned himself, she was already near him and she punched his stomach “The next time you eat my stuff it will be worse than a punch”

I didn’t know she would do THAT, but it worked and as the doors were closing I heard Scully saying between coughs “But it was Hitchcock”

‘Well, now I’m here’ I thought, ‘How do I say it?”, I was so nervous and my hands were sweaty again, I thought so much about it that I didn’t realised the time I lost when the doors opened again. He just gave me a short ‘Bye’ and headed to the parking lot (the exit I take is different because I don’t have a car, you know). ‘Now or never, but maybe tomorrow’ I was about to leave when I remembered something: my first Kiss. Why? Well because I was so nervous, but I liked the boy and waited too long since I always wanted to make these things with people I really liked. I gave a second though and gained courage to do it. And I never regretted it

Talking to Jake was the right thing to do and maybe it wouldn’t be so hard ‘Jake is a nice guy’ Rosa’s voice played in my head. So I turned around and ran to the parking lot, I had this good fortune because he was almost getting into his car.

“Jake!” I yelled, now coming closer to where he was “Ca...can we talk? About yesterday” He stopped beside his car, I felt like he was relieved somehow. ‘Now I’m here......................What do I say????’

“Aaahn I’m...sorry(?)” It came out sounding more as a question than a statement

“Hey, you don’t have to feel bad about anything, it’s your right to say no and-“ he started to say. Wait, did he think I didn’t want to make out with him even if I rubbed my hips and moaned and ohmygodthememories, he was so sweet to think that way, my heart melted. Jake was truly a nice guy.

“Jake it’s not that I didn’t want to....” I cocked my eyebrows as to indicate that I refered to the words I was too shy to say. He frowned and then relaxed his face, the processes of understanding what I was saying going through his visage. It was so cute. I continued “The reason I did not go ahead it’s because first: you were so drunk I didn’t feel it was right.... and second because...” I trailed off

“What?” he asked coming closer, interested in what I had to say

“Because I know you like Amy, and if I’m gonna do these things I wanna be sure the person is thinking about me in the moment” I burtled and as I registered what I just said, blood rushed to my cheeks.

He appeared torn for a moment, then he said “Look, that’s okay... let’s just forget it”

I gave him a semi smile and nodded with my head “See ya’ tomorrow”

That night Ihad trouble falling asleep, something was bothering me. A thought came to me and I slipped my hand under my pants waistband ‘We can’t do it but nobody said anything about thinking it’. And for Lord’s sake, that nigh I slept very well.

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine fanfic #jake peralta #amy santiago #gina linetti #charles boyle #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #raymond holt #fanfic #smut #imagines

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bethhxrmon · 6 years

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All I Ask of You Pt. 11

“I’m feeling something inside, yet I still can’t decide if I should hide or make a wide, open grin.” -”Happy New Year” from RENT

Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Female Character

Word Count: 3,638

Warnings: Serious transphobia, serious bullying, anxiety/panic attacks, please don’t read this chapter if any of those things effect you!

Summary: Peter is outed and his Spidey-senses do more harm than good

A/N: This chapter covers some serious topics and if you feel I didn’t handle them well, I’m sincerely sorry. Also, remember how I said this is a trans! Peter fic? That’s finally becoming noticeable!

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On the day school started back up again, Annie missed her alarm. Of course she had, she’d stayed out until around two in the morning taking care of a mugging with Spider-Man. Though, her parents thought she was fast asleep, so her dad was surprised when he walked into her room to still see her conked out.

When he woke her up, Annie had hardly any time to get ready and she shoved on the first clothes that she saw and practically bolted out the door with her backpack. From there, she practically sprinted out of the apartment building, wishing the elevator would have gone just a little bit faster. She looked at the time, seeing that if she could speed walk and sprint at some points, she would make it there on time.

After slipping and sliding on some ice, she made it to the subway to see only Peter who looked like a lost puppy. It made sense when she noticed that Ned wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Though, they all knew that he was pretty sick with some kind of stomach flu when he threw up at ten in the morning on new year’s day.

She rushed over to Peter as they got on the subway, “Sorry, I totally overslept!”

“That’s actually kinda surprising… we find out about the audition stuff today, don’t we?” Peter asked as they found a place to sit.

Annie’s jaw dropped, “Oh shit, we do, don’t we? Dammit, what if I totally messed up the audition and I’m not even in the production?”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re gonna be fine. I listened and you sounded amazing,” he replied, looking at her.

She sighed a bit, “Yeah, I might have sounded amazing, but what about every other girl who sounded amazing?”

“Come on, you’ve said it a lot, the people here aren’t into theatre as much as you,” he said.

She nodded a little, “I mean, I guess you’re right… but really I was just trying to get myself into being overconfident to make up for nerves and shit.”

“Either way, I’m sure you did great! You don’t have anything to worry about,” Peter insisted, nudging her a little.

While Annie and Peter were able to talk to each other just fine, it did feel like someone was missing simply because Ned wasn’t there. Well, that and the fact that Peter never mentioned anything about Annie’s drunk ramblings while she had been a bit drunk. She never mentioned it either, she just pretended to be a serious lightweight and like she had just blacked-out. At least, that was what she said when Tina asked if she remembered anything.

Maybe he hadn’t said anything because Peter figured he didn’t feel the same way she did. That was fine, Annie wasn’t even sure if she had a crush on two guys or not. It wasn’t like she had the time to sit at night figuring out if she liked Peter or Spider-Man more. The answer was simple, things would be easier with Peter and she would definitely be happy, but she would never be able to stop wondering about what it would be like to be with another hero. In the end, it was easier to just not bother with either of them and just stick to having two friends who she liked a whole lot.

By the time the pair made it to the school, Annie was too concerned with finding a heater to stand in front of to be thinking about the auditions. Though, when Peter mentioned it and pulled her in the direction, she was about ready to kick him. However, her stomach was churning too much and she felt like if she said anything that nothing but bile would come up.

The postings in front of the drama room had a cluster of students around them. Her nails dug into her hands before going up to the mask pendant on her neck to play with that. All she could feel was her heartbeat and she couldn’t even hear what anyone else was saying as she slowly walked up to the cast list.

It took a few moments of looking at the paper for Annie to realize what was printed. The first time, her eyes barely skimmed the letters. The second time, she read the names. The third time, she actually understood. She couldn’t stop a hand from cupping her mouth to stop her from screaming out of excitement. Right next to Maria was her own name, and when she looked the list over again, she saw Peter’s right next to Tony. Whether she would end up thanking the universe for that in the long run or not was yet to be seen.

She hugged Peter tightly, “Oh, I told you so! Didn’t I? I so told you that you’d get it!” “H-hey, th-this… this is great. Um… I uh… I can’t believe it,” Peter responded, his face flushing.

Annie pulled away from him, looking at his eyes, “Something’s up, what’s wrong, Pete? I mean, I know Ned’s not here right now, but… but you could tell me.”

“I-it’s nothing, seriously… this is pretty cool, actually,” he said, running a shaking hand through his hair.

Annie sighed, “Is it because Ned’s the understudy for Bernardo? Because I’m pretty sure I could talk the teacher into switching Flash off of it if you wanted.”

“I doubt that, but, it’s not that it’s just-”

“Hey, hey, hey, Penis Parker! I see you got the lead, must be a serious fag or something, right? If that’s even the right word for it,” Flash said, cutting off whatever conversation Annie and Peter were having.

Annie rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Don’t you have something better to be doing?”

“I’m just saying I’m surprised anyone would let someone like… like that be the male lead in this show, just sayin’,” Flash replied with a shrug.

Seeing Peter wasn’t saying anything and looked almost pale Annie glared, stepping up to Flash, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’d get out of my sight if I were you.”

“Or what, like you could do anything, besides, I’m just stating facts, Annika,” Flash claimed, crossing his arms.

Annie glanced out of the corner of her eye to make sure no one was watching them before jamming the heel of her vans into his foot and kneeing him in the groin before pulling Peter off, “What the hell is he going on about?”

“I-I um… nothing, i-it’s cool. J-just Flash being… w-well, Flash,” Peter stammered as Annie practically dragged him to their first class.

On any other day, Annie wouldn’t have bothered to question Peter stumbling over his words. It was just something that happened every once in awhile, but she noticed that he almost looked like everything around him was causing him pain. As if the fluorescent lights and idle white noise of their government class were torturing him. She had seen him like that before, but never knew what to do. Somehow, Ned would just help and take care of it, but Annie didn’t even know what was going on with him. If it was anxiety induced or if he just had a migraine.

“Pete, you doing okay?” she asked, poking him a bit.

Peter flinched and moved away a little, “Y-yeah, ‘m alright.”

“If you say so,” Annie replied, frowning.

Obviously, Annie couldn’t stay the whole day with Peter, they had to get to their classes that they didn’t have with each other. Though, there was a Start-of-Term assembly made for the end of the day, and Annie was determined to figure out just what the hell was going on with him. She’d even tried messaging Ned, even calling him a few times. Though, whatever he had was keeping him far away from his phone because by lunch, Annie was left at a loss of what to do.

All she could do was keep Flash off of Peter’s back. It must’ve been something that bastard said, but she wasn’t sure just what it was. When she tried remembering it, she couldn’t think of anything that would make Peter nervous. She sighed a bit, looking at the clock and then at Peter and then back at the clock. Ten more minutes until the assembly that she had every intention of ditching.

A part of her worried that if she didn’t figure out what was getting Peter so wound up, that he would do something stupid. While she never knew Peter to be the kind of guy to do anything dumb, she also didn’t know him to say less than a few sentences all day. Even at lunch he just sat and stared at his food. Normally the guy was eating everything and then even some of her own lunch because she was rarely super hungry.

Ned was usually there to sneak Peter out of class, asking her to cover for the both of them while they were out of the room. It was a perfect system, but Annie had no clue what was wrong and she just wanted to help. She’d never seen it get to the point that Peter was shaking so much and it made her want to cry. Though, she didn’t cry about it, he was the one hurting, not her.

It almost reminded her of Harper before they came out as nonbinary, Harper would get nervous. Almost like they wanted nothing more than to rip off their own skin. Annie never understood the feeling, and she was grateful for it. It made her wonder if there was something that Peter had been keeping from her this whole time. Not that she blamed him, they’d only known each other for a little over a month. Sometimes it took awhile before knowing everything about someone else. She certainly understood that.

What she couldn’t understand was the chip on Flash’s shoulder. He wouldn’t stop alluding to Peter being something that wasn’t human. It made Annie sick and she longed to punch him in the nose. Only, she didn’t know how to punch right, the last time she’d done that, she hurt her hand more than the other person’s face.

After Annie also noticed that she had all kinds of notes from the lecture, but Peter only had a few words on his notebook paper. The class was messing around for the last five minutes. It was getting kind of loud, and when Annie wanted to try talking to Peter again, but his head rested on the table, covering it with his arms.When the announcement came, telling students to head to the assembly, they both got up.

“D-do I h-have to go?” Peter asked, looking at Annie with wide eyes.

Annie chuckled a bit, “Bold of you to assume I would’ve let you go. Where do you go when you’re… well… out of it?”

“U-under this one staircase,” he said, starting to lead her over there.

Flash somehow popped up and had an arm around Peter, “Yo, Penis Parker, did ya tell her yet?”

“Get off of him, Flash,” Annie snapped.

Flash sighed a bit, “Well, did he tell you? I mean, you had to notice he’s nervous about that male role he got.”

“Go fuck yourself,” she replied, about to step between them, though Flash would have easily been able to pummel her.

He chuckled, “Or what? You don’t really care about this… this thing do you?”

“You need to get off of him,” she repeated, looking back at Peter who looked like he could barely breathe.

“Oh c’mon, I’m just having fun, you could help me if you wanted,” Flash replied, holding Peter against the lockers.

Annie bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to electrocute the asshole. She could feel the electricity from the lights, it would be so easy. Then, Flash would be off of Peter and she could help him. Her fists clenched, electricity swirling in them, but she wiped her hands on her pants instead.

She shook her head, “No, I want you to leave him alone.”

“You don’t actually care about that tra- wait… you don’t know, do you?” Flash asked, still holding Peter against the lockers.

“Don’t know what?” she asked.

Flash chuckled, “Penis Parker, did you not tell her?” he asked, not getting a word out of Peter who looked so pale and he was breathing so quickly.

“Tell me what? Never mind, it’s not important, get the fuck off of him!” Annie snapped, getting in Flash’s face as she tried to pry him off the lockers.

“Fine, defend the tranny, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he responded, letting go of Peter before running off. Though, not before she discreetly stole all the charge out of his phone.

Peter sank to the ground, hardly able to hold himself up. For a moment she really considered using the energy around her to help lift him a bit more. The way he seemed to be unable to pay attention, she felt she could get away with it, but seeing the cameras in the hallway told her otherwise.

“Hey, Pete, can you hear me?” she asked, kneeling down next to him.

When he didn’t say anything she frowned, “I need you to help me get you under that staircase.”

He nodded and while she tried supporting Peter, he had to do most of the walking and he curled in a corner where the wall and underneath of the stairs met. When she reached to comfort him, he sort of pushed her away for a bit. She was still processing what Flash had been going on about. Obviously she figured out what Peter was being so nervous about when Flash was talking, but Annie didn’t care about any of that. If he would have just let her say something to him, but she had a feeling that he needed to be on his own for a bit.

So she pulled out a book and started reading, checking the time. They had an hour and a half to kill. What in the world anyone would need that long to talk about was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to pressure Peter into anything. Instead, she looked over at him to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt himself.

“A-are you gonna ask about it?” Peter questioned, looking at her.

Annie shrugged, “Only if you want me to.”

“Y-you’re not mad or scared or disgusted or anything? I-I mean, I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, his voice thick with tears.

Annie marked her page and scooted over to him, “Hey, no. I could never… you’re you, Pete, I couldn’t be… I wouldn’t. Dammit, they don’t really write scripts for this kind of stuff,” she said, laughing a bit.

When Peter didn’t respond, she shook her head, “Sorry, that was a dumb thing to say, wasn’t it?”

“I-I didn’t wanna tell you,” he started, “A-and then w-we were friends a-and… y-you didn’t notice so I…” Peter choked on his tears.

Annie frowned, holding his hand, though he quickly drew back, “Of course I didn’t notice, I don’t notice lots of things… and you’re wrong, it’s not ‘were friends’, it’s we are friends, okay?”

“Y-you don’t need to lie to me… a-almost all my friends ditched me, y-you just feel bad,” he insisted.

Annie blinked, “Okay, I’m sorry, what? I’m literally right here and you’re just over here, pushing me away.”

“W-well, are you gonna leave?” Peter asked, looking at her with blotchy eyes.

She looked at him, “You’re joking, right? I’m pretty sure if I ditch you here, you’re gonna fling yourself off the stairs or something really stupid.”

“Nah… I’d be okay,” he replied, looking down again.

Annie pursed her lips, “No, you wouldn’t. I’ve never seen you like this, but you’re… you’re not okay.”

“I-I am,” he insisted, crossing his arms.

She shook her head, “Nope. You’re not, and I get it… well, actually I don’t. Not really, I’ve never been outed, though, I guess there’s not much to out.”

“S-so you’re not leaving?” Peter asked, looking back at her.

She hummed a bit, “Well, let’s put it this way, are you still just as much of a nerd?”

“Y-yeah.”

“And are you still helping me with physics?”

“Yep.”

“And are you still the smartest guy I’ve met?”

“Smarter than Ned?”

“That’s off topic, but yeah.”

“Th-then I guess so.”

Annie smiled a bit, “Well, then you’re still the same guy I met in that bakery, it’s that simple.”

“I-I’m getting top surgery in a couple weeks… do you think it’ll hurt the musical?”

She shrugged, “I doubt it, if I have anything to say in it, which I will, you’re gonna be stuck with that part.”

“What if it’s too much? I-I mean, everything’s too much for me now… I don’t know if I could…” he trailed off.

She shook her head, “What’re you meaning?”

“Like… the lights and noises and people are too much already and sounds, what if I can’t… wh-what if I screw up a-and this happens again?” he started to ramble.

“Then I’ll help you and we’ll work with it, hey… you need to slow your breathing again,” she said, reaching for him.

This time, Peter didn’t pull back and instead pulled her into a very tight hug. Annie didn’t realize he had such a tight grip before, but she hugged him back, breathing slowly and deeply. The events reminded her a little bit too much of times Harper would flip out over their body. She held Peter as tightly as she could, though, having always been a few inches shorter and smaller in general made that rather hard. Somehow, that didn’t stop Peter from managing to shrink into her for a good while. It was hard for her to tell if he was crying or not, but his bloodshot eyes gave it away when he looked at her.

All Annie could notice was just how close they were, she could feel Peter’s heart beating. It had been going a million miles a minute, but now she could feel that his heart rate went down. His breathing wasn’t nearly as fast, and she had a feeling he was doing okay. Well, enough for her to not have to keep holding onto Peter, but there they both were, sitting under a staircase in each other’s arms.

Seeing Peter look away, Annie cupped his face in her hand and turned it so he was looking at her. It was like he wanted to keep crying, but he physically couldn’t. His eyes looked so raw from wiping them with his sweater. She should’ve said something earlier and she hadn’t. How could she have been so oblivious? Everything made sense when she knew Peter was transgender. She’d always wondered where Flash got “Penis Parker” from, and that was one of a handful of things that made sense to her.

They hadn’t moved at all, she was still touching his face and he wasn’t moving away. If she leaned in a little bit more, their lips would be touching. Annie could hear him breathing softly, and her heartbeat was getting slightly faster. Nothing was stopping her, except her own mind thinking about everything that could end up happening.

If she kissed Peter, did that mean they were together? What if it turned out he didn’t feel that way about her? If they were together, then what would she do about Spider-Man, whom she without a doubt had feelings for as well. She would only complicate things further by hiding the fact she was a superhero. After thinking of all that, Annie only then wondered if it was right to even think about kissing Peter when he was like this.

Still, most of Annie’s head just couldn’t listen to everything that would go wrong. Peter was right there and she wasn’t sure when she would get another chance to be this close to Peter again. It wasn’t like she would ever be able to make something happen with Spider-Man, not when Peter made so much more sense.

Just when she barely felt herself move closer to Peter, the sound of the final bell rang out. Both Annie and Peter jumped, separating in that moment. That moment made the decision for her, and they both got their bags.

“You okay, though? Like, can you walk and stuff?” Annie asked as they got out from under the stairwell.

Peter nodded, pulling the bag onto his shoulders, “Yeah, I-I just kinda wanna go home for right now.”

“Alright, I’m walking you home too, though,” she replied as they left the building through a side exit.

They didn’t talk about anything that happened while under the stairs. Instead, Annie went on, gushing about how great it would be to work with him on the musical. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so she ended up doing most of the talking, which was fine by her.

After she ended up rambling and repeating herself for the third time, she sighed, “Does Flash do that shit a lot?”

“No… I mean yeah… b-but not like that,” he started.

She nodded, “Okay, I’ll remember that.”

“Why?”

“Oh, nothing. I might pull some strings later,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly.

When she got Peter back to his apartment, Annie waited for Peter to go back to his room before telling May what happened. She mentioned everything except the part where she almost kissed Peter.

It took awhile, but Annie finally got into her White Swan costume and went around patrolling. The shirt she had underneath did keep her warm, but it didn’t stop her from feeling that something was missing. By the time she slid back into her bedroom, she hadn’t seen Spider-Man at all.

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floralicious · 6 years

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(I’m just gonna keep on waiting) Underneath the Mistletoe

Cross posted on ao3

Summary: In which Lucy hangs some mistletoe with the hopes of kissing her dream girl, and Alfendi pretends not to help her.

Relationships: Lucy Baker/Katrielle Layton

Rating: General Audiences (I think there’s one curse word but not like a super bad one)

A/N: Guys I wrote this at four in the morning on December 23rd so I could make some quick edits and get it out on Christmas so my deepest apologies for the incohesive and slightly out-of-character writing. I know it's not the best but I really wanted to get this out while Christmas was still here! My school didn't get out until December 22nd (!!! I'm angery !!!) so I have had uuhhh zero time to write this idea which has been bouncing around my head for the whole month. Anyway hope you enjoy!

Happy holidays!!!

If anyone asked, he would swear he tried to discourage her.

Technically, he did. But alas, there was no stopping Lucy when she got it in her head that the Mystery Room should feature mistletoe for the duration of December.

She already had the stepladder out to hang it in the doorframe when he walked into work on the second day of the month.

“Oh, hey, Prof! Look at this,” Lucy said. She waved a bunch of mistletoe around. “Some bloke on the street was selling it. Isn’t it a perfect decoration?”

“Sorry, Baker, but the Mystery Room is a strictly mistletoe-free zone,” Alfendi replied. Lucy made some sort of sputtering noise in protest. She opened her mouth to speak, but Alfendi put up a finger.

“Before you say anything,” he said, “Let me explain. Reason one: we really have enough decorations.” At this he pointed to the rather obtrusive plastic tree on Lucy’s desk.

“Reason two,” he continued. “Life is awkward enough without the possibility of being caught under mistletoe with your coworkers. And finally, reason three: last time I tried hanging mistletoe in here, there were some really scarring experiences for everyone involved.”

“Oh.” Lucy took her foot off of the stepladder. “But… it really completes the decorations! And we can make new memories with it!” She gestured to the generous amounts of tinsel and lights strung around almost every object in the room. “Look how well it would go with my tree!”

At that moment, Alfendi realized what Lucy’s true motive was. Or at least suspected. At the time he was about 93.7 percent sure that Lucy wanted to get caught with Katrielle under the mistletoe.

Contrary to Katrielle’s belief, he knew it wasn’t just platonic interest when she asked him for Lucy’s mobile number. Or when they went to dinner together- without him as a middleman. Nonetheless, both women denied that anything was going on whenever he broached the subject.

“You know what? Let’s do it,” he said. Would it be so bad to help a friend out? “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Lucy jumped right back on the stepladder. “Thanks, Prof! This will be the best December ever!”

In the end, the mistletoe really caused more problems than he expected. Cut to December 10th. Over a week had passed without any mistletoe incidents, though it had hung over every person to pass through the Mystery Room door.

He supposed he had been in a bit of a rush that morning. He overslept, his own coffee machine was broken, the local coffee shop was crowded, and to top it all off, traffic was hell.

So when Alfendi ran into the Mystery Room that morning, he didn’t realize Lucy was crossing the threshold at the same time he was.

The two hit each other and stumbled to the floor. Alfendi sat up, and saw that Lucy was just laying facedown on the floor.

“Lucy? Are you alright?” he asked. “Uh, sorry- here.” He stood and offered her his hand. Lucy looked up at him. Her eyes were bright with mischief. She took his hand and planted a kiss on the palm.

He raised his eyebrows. “Why, Lucy. I hardly think-”

“Look, Prof!” She quickly stood up before he could say anything more. “Mistletoe, remember?”

“...Ah.”

“Nothing like that, silly. You miss your alarm this morning too?”

And the day continued. That was the first time the mistletoe had caused a problem, albeit a minor one, but it wasn’t to be the last.

The next mishap happened only two days later. Alfendi was showing Emiliana Perfetti from her division to his own in preparation for a case they would be collaborating on. Emiliana was a rather fast walker for her height, and he struggled to keep up as she breezed through the halls. He managed to get through the door at the same time she did, not realizing his mistake.

“Caught you!” said Lucy from her desk. She crossed her arms. “Another person at last!”

“What?” Emiliana said, in that disturbingly calm voice of hers. “I don’t understa- oh.” Her gaze followed Alfendi’s to the mistletoe above them. “Ms. Baker, if you think I’m going to go along with your scheme, I am afraid that you’re sorely mistaken.”

Alfendi took her hand. “Don’t worry, Perfetti. It’s nothing personal. If I may?”

She nodded reluctantly. “If only because you have been competent so far on this case of ours… And I suppose I could do with a bit of Christmas spirit.”

Alfendi ducked down to quickly peck the back of her hand. “There. Now, Lucy, if you’ll allow us to work..”

He thought that was that. The first true bout of awkwardness the mistletoe had caused was over, and hopefully no more would occur. He was proven wrong, however, when the very person Lucy was hoping for came through the door two hours later with her assistant.

“Hey, Al!” Katrielle said. “Why are you looking at me and Ernest like that? You’re sort of… glaring above our heads?”

“I would suggest that you both look up.” Oh, this was bad. Bad for Lucy, anyway. Maybe good for that assistant of Kat’s. At least Lucy was out on business at that moment.

Katrielle and Ernest looked up at the same time. Katrielle grinned and kissed Ernest on the cheek before he could comprehend what was happening.

“Oh… Miss Layton…” Ernest said as a blush rose to his cheeks. He looked oddly similar to a tomato in that moment, Alfendi thought.

He directed his glare at his sister. In the space of a few seconds, they had a silent exchange.

Alfendi twisted his face into an expression that inexplicably said “Stop leading him on.”

Now Katrielled raised her own eyebrows. “I’m really not,” the face said.

“Oh, really? What about the fact that you’re very much not interested in men, yet just kissed the one hopelessly in love with you?” was the silent reply. Or something along those lines. It was a difficult thing to convey without words, but Katrielle got the message.

She looked away. Now she was blushing.

“Anyway,” Alfendi said with a pointed look at Katrielle, “What’re you here for?”

“Um, a- a c-c-ase,” Katrielle stuttered. “Definitely not a specific person or anything! Nope! Just a detective and her trusty very platonic assistant!”

“Alright, fill me in.”

In retrospect, maybe Alfendi shouldn’t have let his little sister off the hook so easily. Maybe he should’ve called her later to get her to confess her feelings. But he figured it was for her and Ernest and Lucy to work out, not him.

The next time it happened was the 21st day of December.

Lucy and Alfendi were working in silence, finishing up some paperwork that needed doing. The door creaked and Lucy looked up, presumably hoping to see Katrielle.

“Hi, Hilda,” she said. Alfendi looked up. Indeed, Hilda Pertinax stood in front of him, intimidating as ever.

“Ah, Ms. Pertinax. I’ve been expecting you,” he said.

“Alfendi Layton. Don’t tell me you forgot today was the solstice, you prick.” She was wearing her signature coat properly today, accompanied by what Alfendi assumed was a fashionable scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked almost like the angel on top of Lucy's tacky tree, golden hair floating around her shoulders.

“I resent that! I did not forget, thank you! Or did you not hear me say I’ve been expecting you?” Alfendi replied.

“Hmph. Oh, and Lucy. Merry Christmas, dear. Or whatever.” Hilda rooted around in her purse and drew out a gift card to a popular cafe chain. She gave it to Lucy.

“Thanks much, Hilda. You really didn’t have to do anything for me, y’know…” Lucy said. “What’s this about then?”

“Al and Justin and I have always celebrated the winter solstice together. It became a tradition- one Al always forgets about, might I add- since our first year of uni. The snow was awful that year, no trains going anywhere, so we had to stay at school. And now, well, we get lunch and give each other cheap gifts,” Hilda said.

“I actually spent more than ten pounds on your present this year, so mine better be good. Anyway, the lunch hour is ticking away, so let’s get out of here,” Alfendi said. He stood up and went to put on his coat. “Any interest in tagging along, Lucy?”

“Work awaits, as per th’ usual, Prof,” she replied.

“Alright, well, see you later.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lucy twirled her pen in her fingers as Hilda and Alfendi started to leave. He really wasn’t expecting it when Lucy yelled “Wait!” It was an extremely loud yell- one she usually reserved for when she solved cases.

“Godamnit, Lucy!” he said. “What was that for?”

She silently pointed to the top of the doorway. The odd couple looked up.

“Of course,” Hilda said. “And here I thought you learned your lesson about mistletoe.”

“I have learned. It was Lucy’s idea,” Alfendi grumbled.

“Rules are rules, Prof,” Lucy said. “Two people end up under the mistletoe, they hafta kiss.”

Hilda put on a dry smile. “Shall we? For old times sake?”

“Hmph. Back when you thought you liked men and I thought I didn’t. Come here, then,” he said. And they kissed. Rather too passionately for friends, Lucy thought, but she supposed they did have a history. She watched as they walked away, both laughing as Alfendi tried to get Hilda’s lipstick off of his face.

After the solstice incident, Alfendi was genuinely worried that Lucy’s plan would never come to fruition. Every time Kat had come into their workplace that month had been a bad one, and he knew how much the two needed to resolve their obvious sexual tension.

Eventually, he took matters into his own hands and dialed up his sister.

“Alfendi, can this wait?” said Katrielle’s voice, tinny through his phone.

“I know you aren’t busy, shut it. You’re probably just waiting around for a case and playing with Sherl. Am I correct?”

“100 percent,” Kat sighed. “So what can I do for you?”

“I’m also 99 percent sure you won’t be doing anything at the time of the holiday party at the Yard tomorrow. Which you are expected to be at, as usual, and I also need you to be in my office ten minutes early. If you value your safety, don’t ask questions. Just be there,” Alfendi said.

“Al, I really don’t see why-”

“Nope! No questions!” he cut her off. “Be there. You’ll thank me later, I promise.” And Alfendi hung up.

The next day was Christmas Eve. Most of the Yard worked right up until or even on Christmas Day, so the party was always held the day before.

Fifteen minutes before, Alfendi set his trap.

“Lucy, would you do me a favor and stand under the mistletoe? It’s for a case. ‘The Merry Murderer,’ they’re calling it.”

“I s’pose?” Lucy did as he asked. She looked exceedingly confused.

“Thank you. Just… stay there. You’ll see.” Alfendi backed away slowly. He pretended to inspect the case file, being very careful not to look at the open door.

He didn’t have to pretend for long, though. Not five minutes later, Katrielle walked in and stopped next to Lucy.

“Oh! Kat! Good to- er- good to see you!” Lucy said, blushing.

“Alfendi, what is all this about? You better have a good reason for this! I’m actually on time for once.” Katrielle was unusually composed for someone wearing a hat with a puffball on it.

Alfendi turned around and tried to look surprised. “Oh, you’re here. Well. Kat. Kitty. Sister. Katrielle. Look up,” he said, smiling mischievously.

Lucy realized before Kat did. She turned a rather worrying shade of red, not unlike Ernest had.

“Prof! You didn’t- you couldn’t have-”

“Whatever you’re thinking, I didn’t do it. I really did need you there for a case,” Alfendi said, holding up the case file.

Kat glared at him. “You dirty-”

“Ah ah ah. Mistletoe first!”

Alfendi technically discouraged the kissing. He did avert his eyes when Lucy and Katrielle kissed, and shoved them out of the doorway, so if anyone asked, he had no idea what was happening while he was at the party.

And when he got a text from Katrielle the next morning with numerous heart emojis, he knew the mistletoe was probably worth all of the trouble it caused.

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Bring Me a Dream (Pt. 12)

Summary: Mornings can be rough or sweet... but could they be both? For Mark, the answer is yes. Most Definitely.

Hilarity, dorkiness, and fluff ahead- you have been warned!

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The sleepy male stirs all while tightening his grip on his warm and soft pillow, refusing to fully get up just yet. For the first time in a while, his state of slumber left him with a feeling of peace and relaxation in his chest- void of the dark, harsh emotions that would linger in his mind after a nightmare or the hollow indifference of waking up when his nightly state of unconscious had neither dreams nor nightmares; but instead was only a blank, black world that made the night pass by quickly although still being able to give him the proper rest he needed for the day. But last night… despite the rough beginning, he was blessed with heavenly images that contained silly and loving moments with his precious savior of the night, his darling Dream Maker, his girl.

A smile splits across his expression, closing his eyes and allowing himself to replay the parts of his dream that he could remember; an enchanting and endearing dance scene with you. It wasn’t anything too extravagant, a simple slow dance amongst the clouds and a desire to recreate that moment buries itself in his heart. Mark can feel his heart swell with anticipation at the mere thought and feels the heat rise to his cheeks at his cheesy romantic wish- but what can he say? The idea warms his heart and the longer he thinks about it, the bigger his smile becomes. With a blissful sigh, the ravenette opens his chocolate eyes once again and casts a gentle gaze to your still sleeping visage.

Even with your hair strewn about from sleeping and looking less than ready for the day, you manage to make this goofball come undone.

An audible ‘awe’ slips from his lips and his eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t ruin this darling moment by awakening his sleeping beauty; unbeknownst to him, it will take much more than a simple ‘awe’ to wake up a Dream Maker in the middle of recharging- there are only a few things that can do that and unless Mark decides to suddenly scream, you wouldn’t be waking up if it isn’t due to your own accord.

Relieved to see that you don’t react to the little sound, Mark hums in delight and begins to wonder if he should selfishly stay in bed with you or leave and get his day back on track, since he’s assuming he overslept which sets things off just a tad. He chews his bottom lip, God, he doesn’t want to leave your embrace, leave you, it’s such a wonderful and relaxing feeling to be held by you and he doesn’t want to bring himself out of it…

But, being the workaholic he is, Mark knows if he stays any longer he’ll become antsy with his lack of progress. So, sighing to himself the ravenette begrudgingly pries himself from your warm embrace and almost instantly misses your warmth that he was so happily wrapped in. A frown tugs at the corner of his lips but is soon overshadowed by a soft smile as he watches you curl up under the covers, missing his warmth just as much as he missed yours. Without thinking, Mark leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your temple, his fingers combing through your hair gingerly as to not startle your sleeping state. After one last longing glance, he turns to leave the room and his feet trail down the stairs into the open floor plan living room and kitchen, seeing Tyler already on the couch munching on a piece of toast.

“Wow,” He hears the brunette breathes out, with a hint of surprise and smugness to his voice, “How did I wake up before the diligent Mark Fischbach?”

Said Fischbach, rolls his eyes- albeit it’s empty of any ill will and instead a playful smirk spreads on his lips, “Actually, I woke up at normal time but I was too busy cuddling (Y/n) that I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. But, my tummy growled,” he pats his stomach, despite his words being false, “so, I finally had to leave my precious chickadee to feed this monster- speaking of, you fed Chica?”

“And walked her.” Tyler chuckles and offers his friend a sly smirk, “So… you two were cuddling this morning?”

Quite proud and quite oblivious to his friend’s scheming, Mark nods curtly, “We were. Even when she’s sleeping, she’s so cute…” He sighs wistfully, the image appearing in his mind once again; Mark certainly wouldn’t mind waking up to you everyday, if anything, it could start his day off with a smile.

“And you were sharing a bed?”

“... Yes? That’s kind of needed for cuddling?”

With what Tyler says next, the blatant smug and teasing tone laces his voice and Mark finally realizes how much his friend wants to torture him, “So you slept together, huh?”

Of course, Tyler knows this wasn’t true as 1) he probably would have heard and 2) both of you dorks were too busy being cheesy and silly to so suddenly become intimate. And seeing as Mark chokes on air from the question and harshly coughing, Tyler is sent into hysterical laughter at the result of his successful tease.

Should he be worried?

Nah, he’ll be fine.

“NO!” Mark sternly protests once he finally finds his voice, eyes wide as he looks at his friend who is currently drowning in his own laughter- it’s almost contagious enough to make the ravenette start to laugh himself. He waves his hands for extra emphasis, trying to shake the notion away as he can feel his cheeks flush, radiating heat that could challenge the sun, “No, no, no, we fell asleep together but we didn’t… sleep… together,” Despite how crude his humor can be at times, Mark can’t help but become flustered at the idea to the point where his voice lowers an octave as he talked like it was some secret.

To say the least, Tyler found the situation hilarious.

“You’re so easy to tease sometimes, Mark,” Tyler chuckles, his laughter finally calming down as he shakes his head. The two love to mess with one another and with your new presence, Tyler received even more ammo to tease and annoy his friend who’s in absolute puppy love with you- Tyler even finds it cute, sometimes a bit much, but he’s happy that his friend found someone as kind and caring as you are, not to mention that the two of you draw in the competition of who’s the bigger dork. He may not have known you long, but Tyler really is glad that you’re in Mark’s life.

A loud groan brings him back from his thoughts as his baby blues catch sight of an annoyed Mark, sending him into another, yet smaller, fit of laughter.

“I just wanted to come down and have a nice breakfast!”

“Too late for that now!”

“I know,” Mark huffs, arms crossing over his chest and a pretend pout making its way onto his lips, “Screw it, I’m still gonna have a nice breakfast, I’m just going to ignore your dumbass.” He says with more sass than needed, leading the brunette to shake his head at his friend’s odd antics and methods of revenge.

“Whatever you say...” Tyler trails off; even with his back towards him, Mark can tell he’s wearing his smug smirk again and while Mark opens his mouth to say something, Tyler cuts him off before he can do so, “Just remember to mark my victory on the scoreboard!” The ‘scoreboard’ being the imaginary record of the two’s ‘battles’ and who’s come out on top each time. It’s nothing real nor nothing that really holds much weight, yet it can rile the boys up at times.

This is one of those times.

And without thinking, a devious smirk slides onto Mark’s expression as he opens up the fridge, “Well you know… Unlike you, if I really wanted to, I have the option to do that.” He quips, feeling quite proud of himself since it seems as though his friend is lost at words for a comeback.

However, Mark is about to soon find out the real reason as to why Tyler has gone silent.

The moment he shuts the fridge door, he catches sight of a very curious and still sleepy you and freezes; praying that you didn’t hear-

“Option to do what, Markimoo?” A yawn follows your innocent question that has a less than innocent answer. The ravenette stammers and casts a glance to Tyler, seeking help, yet is only met with the sight of a silently laughing mess who offers no aid whatsoever.

Tyler is really not being the best of friends this morning.

Mark rubs the back of his neck as you approach, reaching around him and opening the door once again to take out the orange juice. You patiently await an answer; you honestly thought it would be quick and you could slide yourself into their conversation with ease but with Mark’s odd, buffering state, you slightly regret asking the question now.

Although… seriously? Out of all the times you had to come down, you come down when he said that? There couldn’t have been a better time for you to wake up. With a sheepish chuckle, Mark shrugs and a slanted smile splits his lips, “Y’know, just, to make breakfast is all.”

He locks his lovely brown eyes with yours, hoping it would help distract your mind and not really allow you to sink into whatever that phrase may have meant.

God, Mark really hopes you believe him- not matter how silly it may seem.

Sadly, you do not believe him.

Everything from his half-assed excuse to the suspicious tone of his voice screams that whatever they were talking about, was not simply making breakfast. Tyler’s laughing fit does nothing to convince you of Mark’s reasoning either. All the same, you decide to drop it seeing as the boys can be more than weird at times and this may very well be one of those times when they’re just being weird for the sake of being weird. Shaking your head, a feathery laugh escapes your lips and you place a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “Highly doubt that, but- it’s too early in the morning to care. So instead of asking more about whatever that is, what do you guys have planned for the day?”

The now calmed down Tyler, apart from the occasional breathless chuckle, offers a gleeful grin as he answers, “The typical- plus Ethan should come over to hang out later. Care to join us?”

With a nod, your lips curl up into a warm smile, “Love to! And you, Mark?”

“Proving just how much of a workaholic I can be,” the ravenette laughs lightly before turning his head to you, giving you his full attention, “But for you, I can make room if you have something in mind.”

Your smile only seems to grow with his sentiment and you can’t help but plant a swift kiss onto his cheek, “Not currently, but I’ll keep you updated, sweetheart,” you shoot him a cheeky wink with a few giggles escaping past your lips, “Thanks for the offer though.”

A giant goofy grin spreads across his expression, unable to do anything else but melt under your loving gaze, “Always, chickadee.”

A loud groan meets your ears and your gaze snaps away from Mark and lands on the brunette on the couch, “Stop being cute, you two. I’ll be going up soon so save it for when I leave.” The two of you laugh at Tyler’s request and after a shared glance with your dear Dreamer, mischievous smirks replace the smiles that were previously held on your lips; a plan had just been formulated.

“Oh (Y/n)! My snoopy boopy kins! Do you think we should dial it back for ol’ Tyly Whiley? Though I’m not sure I could! You’re just so cute!” Mark cooes, leaning into you as you both cheesily rub your noses together truly acting like the giant dorks you are.

“Aw, you’re the cute one, Markimoo! I can’t help but want to hug and kiss you whenever I see that adorable face of yours!” You chime in that sickeningly sweet tone as you begin to pepper Mark’s face with quick kisses that elicit a cheerful laugh from the male before you and another groan from the one out of sight.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny, I’m going to the office, you love sick dorks,” Tyler playfully jests, getting up and making his way up the stairs and into the office. Once he disappeared, Mark and yourself laugh as you fall into each other’s embrace, thoroughly proud that your plan worked.

“Good job, babe,” You can feel the rumbling in his chest as he laughs or talks, you smile up at him- he returns with both an adoring gaze and a smile, “Cutie pie.”

“Buttercup,” Your darling voice rings out after a moment, Mark saw how the gears in your head turned to find a new ‘cute’ nickname for him. His expression softened further at the effort you put into such a small thing.

“Buttercup….” He lets the name linger on his tongue, slowly nodding in appreciation, “Not my favorite- but I like it.”

“Good,” You sigh happily and turn so you’re directly in front of him and wrap your arms around his neck, concern and hope starting to stir about in those intoxicating eyes of yours that meet with his, “So… are you feeling better after you-know-what?”

Nodding, Mark smiles to assure you of your worries as his hands find their way to your waist, “Much; after you came and got me and I fell back asleep, I think I had some of the best sleep in a while. I can’t remember it all, but I know there was even a dream, so thank you.”

While you would like to try and hide your confusion, your brows furrow unconsciously and by then you realize there’s no point in hiding it; you hum and your fingers mindlessly play with the strands of raven hair, “There must be a subconscious or hidden factor at work…” you mutter to yourself before shifting your eyes back up to his own loving brown ones, “I won’t lie, Mark, it’s a bit peculiar that you had a dream, but I have no doubt it was due to something I did- I just can’t think of what,” you reason, a gentle laugh flowing from you as you talk.

“Well, either way, I think we should do that more often. Both for protection and… ‘cause it was nice.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely,” The two of you share a serene silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence. Mark hesitantly leans down and meets your lips with his own; it’s both soft and exciting somehow. To say the least, you found the kiss to be far too short, instantly missing the sensation as soon as he pulled away.

Albeit, what he says next makes up for it ten-fold.

“If you want, around lunch time I can take you out and we can get slushees?”

He really is the perfect man.

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Kiwi: Part Five

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two // Kiwi: Part Three // Kiwi: Part Four

TW: mentions death; loss of a family member.

He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.

He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves.

He’d never seen Cal that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself.

He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.

He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.

Calliope woke up hours later to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.

Her eyelids fluttered open drowsily with sleepiness, the kind where you’ve definitely overslept but still feel like you could sleep for days. It had been a long time since she’d had such a deep sleep. She rolled over and half-expected to feel Harry’s body next to hers—when she didn’t, the corners of her lips turned downwards upon instinct.

A small yawn escaped her lips as she sat up in bed and ran her hands through her short hair, letting her palms fall against the mattress as she looked around her little room. There was no sign that Harry had ever been there, other than the lingering warmth in her chest.

She spotted the piece of paper on the mattress and reached to grab it between her fingers, flipping it over to reveal the writing.

Had to run into the studio this morning, didn’t want to wake you. I promise I’ll see you soon. Thinking of you. H.

Cal smiled to herself as she ran the pad of her index finger across the page, tracing the small “H” at the bottom three times before folding the paper up and setting it beside her.

She’d definitely be thinking of him, too.

Forty minutes later she was walking into the bar—the green tank top she wore was already sticking to her back with sweat, and when she walked into the establishment there wasn’t a single person there. It was silent, other than the loud and quite obnoxious singing coming from the kitchen. She couldn’t quite recognize it, but it was upbeat and she could imagine him dancing around in the back. It made her laugh, and she grabbed her apron off of the hook by the bar as she called out.

“Sounding good, Pipo!”

“Livin’ the dream, sunshine!” He replied, still singing.

She giggled once more and began swaying her hips a tad as she walked, enjoying the musical accompaniment that he provided. She swayed over to the phone and picked it up, pressing the key pads so she could check the messages.

There was only one.

“Hi, sweetheart. It’s mom…just calling to check in again. I haven’t heard from you in a little while…we’re starting to get worried. Your father called me the other day and asked about you as well. You should talk to him, he really misses you…I miss you too. Your brothers were wondering if you’d be home for…for Lenny’s birthday next week? Call me, please. I’m worried. I love you.”

The message was ended with a monotone beep, killing her mother’s voice the same way a flatlined hospital monitor cuts through the sad silence of a new loss.

She’d been so preoccupied that she hadn’t even realized her brother’s birthday was coming up.

She stood paralyzed, phone held up to her ear as her breathing halted in her throat. The loud beeping remained in her ear, and she was holding onto the phone so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Her other hand was clutching onto the cord attached to the phone from playing with it while listening to the message, and she was leaning against the wall. Her eyes closed.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

”I made a bet with my nurse that I won’t make it to my birthday.”

“Lenny!” She huffed, reaching to deliver a gentle smack upside his head from her seat. He groaned over-dramatically, leaning away from her in his hospital bed. “Why the hell did you do that?!”

“We both know I won’t make it, she’s just trying to make me feel better,” he explained, and the nonchalant quality of his voice made her want to yell at him. “I figure after she loses you can pocket the money and buy yourself something nice.”

“How kind of you,” she commented, sarcasm dripping from her voice like the radiation treatment that dripped from the IV bag into his arm.

The sunlight that radiated from the window wasn’t enough to bring life to the pale green color of the hospital walls. It reminded her of puke, and all she could ever think about when she looked at the walls in here was how many people had died in the same bed her little brother was laying in. They didn’t let people bring flowers into the cancer wing, so the room was decorated with paintings of fields and daisies, as if they were the same thing.

“I mean it, you can’t be one of those people who completely lets themselves go after shit like this,” he continued. “When I peace out I want you to take that twenty bucks and buy everyone shots. Celebratory shots. ‘cause I’ll be in heaven and all that crap. Except don’t tell mom and dad, or I’ll come back and haunt you from the afterlife.

“You can’t haunt people if you’re an angel in heaven, I think that’s probably against the rules,” she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Who says I’ll be in heaven?”

“You just did.”

“Oh right. Well, I’ll figure out a way somehow. If I can’t I’ll just get the Big Man to make it rain a lot, right atop of your head,” he amended.

Even though the bags under his eyes grew darker and deeper every day, there was still life in his big brown eyes. He looked skinnier and sickly, and whenever he smiled it didn’t sit quite right on his face anymore.

She felt a pang in her chest at the realization that she would never see it the way it used to be.

“Well I think that you’ll make it to your twentieth,” she forced a smile on her face, leaning forward and pressing her elbows against the mattress of his bed. “It’s only what, almost four months from now? You’ve got that in you. And we’re gonna get you some of those obnoxious gold balloons that everyone poses with on their Instagram. You know, the ones that Kelly basically dry-humped on her twenty second birthday?”

“Fuck yeah, I might as well get some action,” he nodded, causing her to giggle lightly.

And then, out of the blue, his eyes fell shut and his head fell to the side.

Her heart stopped.

The beeping of the heart monitor was loud and echoed in her ears so profusely that she lifted her hands to her head to make sure they weren’t bleeding. A swarm of nurses and doctors entered the room and began yelling over one another as her little brother began to sieze, his body rigidly shaking. At least three pairs of hands were holding him in place, the entire room becoming a symphony of chaos and panic with the melody of a shrieking heart monitor setting the pace.

Somehow among all the chaos she found herself being spoken to by one of the nurses, the one who had brought the orange jello the week before.

“Sweetheart, you need to leave the room now,” she urged, her eyes pleading her not to make everything harder than it needed to be.

She nodded slowly, feeling prickling numbness run up and down her arms as she walked out of the room. The second she left the room the door shut behind her, and she didn’t even have to turn around to know that they had shut the blinds. She could still hear the beeping through the walls.

She rested her back against the door and slid down to the ground, immediately hugging her knees to her chest. She tangled her fingers into her long locks, eyes wide and staring at the large pot of flowers that had just been delivered to one of the nurses at the desk.

Her entire body was numb at that point, and if it wasn’t for the pounding of her heart in her chest, it would have felt like the closest thing to death without actually dying.

Her little brother was three years younger than her.

She had been raised in a house of men—her older brothers loved her dearly, but it was no secret that they pushed her around. All of them were football, soccer, and hockey players, and all of them were stubborn as fuck. Having that many older brothers had its perks: no one dared to pick on her on the playground, and boys thought twice before screwing her heart over. But it always felt like they were on one team and she was the outsider, the last one picked, the one they spent time with out of pity.

Her little brother was the love of her life.

She was absolutely enthralled with him when he was born.

When she was four years old she would push him around the house in his stroller and pretend that they were grocery shopping, or maybe at the zoo.

When she was six and he was three, the two of them played together constantly—he would be her student when they played school, or the baby when they played house.

When she was nine and he was six, he would always check for monsters underneath her bed when she woke up crying in the middle of the night. If that wasn’t enough for her, he would bring in a blanket and pillow from his bedroom and lay down on the ground beside hers, keeping her company so that she could go back to sleep.

When she was twelve and decided that she wanted to be a rockstar, he would play the drums, guitar, and keyboard in their air band all while she sang her heart out on the microphone.

When she was fifteen and he was twelve, she broke one of her mother’s vases after running around in the house where she wasn’t supposed to—he took the fall for her so that she would still be allowed to go to the upcoming school dance.

When she was eighteen and brokenhearted for the first time, he hugged her and rubbed her back for exactly two hours, and never once made her feel like she needed to stop. He sang Jonas Brothers songs to her because they were her favorite at the time, and he watched endless reruns of JONAS on TV until she fell asleep on the couch. Once again, he grabbed his blanket and pillow, and he slept right there on the ground beside her.

When she got accepted to university, he was the first person she told.

When she dropped out of university, he was the first person she called.

When she was twenty two, he was diagnosed with cancer, and her entire world fell apart.

She stood up off of the hospital floor and balled her hands into fists, turning around to stare at the number that has etched onto the door of her brother’s room—number 311—and she closed her eyes, the beeping still ringing in her ears like the screams of a mother’s heartache.

She turned around, suddenly, walking across the room with her hands resting firmly at her sides. There were tears prickling in her eyes and she was drawing attention to herself, but she really didn’t give a fuck.

She grabbed onto the rim of the flower pot that had just been delivered, the tips of her fingers dipping into the soil that was decorated with white specks. There was an array of white tulips that resided in the container, taunting her.

“Excuse me, miss—”

She picked up the pot of flowers and lifted it high above her head, taking a step back onto one of her feet before shifting her weight forward. Small specks of dirt landed on her hair as she send the flower pot flying forward, watching as it shattered against the wall with a loud smash. Everyone in the hallway and waiting area immediately flinched, and she heard a few gasps—but her eyes remained glued to the pile of dirt, flowers, and clay that landed in shards on the floor.

There was a large, dark smudge that was left behind on the pastel green walls.

She glanced over at the receptionist at the desk, who was staring at her, paralyzed with both shock and a bit of fear.

In the background, she still heard the beeping of her brother’s heart monitor.

“No flowers on the cancer wing,” she announced, emotionless.

She stared at the receptionist for a hard second before turning around, taking a seat in front of her brother’s room.

For the first time in her life, she prayed.

PRESENT

Hours of loud, thumping music of the bar had settled into her eardrums as she took orders and made drinks, thankful that she had the distraction for the night. For the most part it was a pleasant night—the regulars were all nice to her as usual, and there were a few new faces who seemed overjoyed by the personality to the place.

Everyone seemed to be in a great mood, except for her.

All she could really think about was the phone call that she’d had with her mother that afternoon. She’d eventually called her back after listening to the voicemail, and she’d been quickly reminded of why she’d never done it before. They spent about thirty minutes arguing over the phone over whether or not she should come home, and what she was doing with her life.

To her, she was taking a break to decide what she wanted.

To her mother, she was running away like a coward.

“It’s not what Lenny would have wanted,” her mother had said.

As if her mother fucking knew what her little brother would have wanted for her.

She was wiping down the bar at the end of the night, her last customer having left about ten minutes ago. The silence that had been left behind was just as deafening as the thumping music hours before.

Her jaw clenched and fingers aching from how tightly she was holding the rag in her hand. Even thought the countertop was already clean she kept wiping away at it, trying to scrub off all the dents and scratches that would never be removed.

“What did that bar ever do to yeh?”

Cal jumped slightly, turning around to look in the direction of the familiar voice.

Harry was wearing a loose white shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, with a pair of black skinny jeans to match. He was just as handsome (if not more) as the image of him she had in her head, but she had been so preoccupied with her troubles that she’d semi-forgotten all about him.

Her first thought was to be irritated with how clothed he was when it was absolutely burning hot that night, even though it wasn’t rational for her to be. The smile that had been on his features immediately faded away when he looked at her expression, as if he could tell that everything had gone to shit within the handful of hours after he’d left her that morning.

Did he do something wrong?

“Hey, is everything okay?”

She looked into his green eyes, and suddenly, everything that she’d managed to bury under the loud music and alcoholic beverages she’d made threatened to come undone.

And it fucking pissed her off, how she could keep it so together for hours and be threatened to fall apart simply by looking into his eyes. It made her mad that he knew that something wasn’t right just by looking at her, and it drove her absolutely nuts that all she wanted to do was have him hold her and tell her that everything was going to be okay.

She was already too attached.

“I’m fine,” she said coldly, turning back around to grab an empty beer can and shove it in the garbage that was beside her. She grabbed the garbage bag from out of the bin and turned away from Harry, walking around the establishment and grabbing empties from the tables. Harry followed her, watching her as she shoved each one into the garbage bag with a little bit more force than the one before.

“Hey…” he said, trying to get her attention. He couldn’t tell if she couldn’t hear him or if she was just ignoring him, but he was confused and rattled and it wasn’t a good feeling. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Harry,” Cal huffed, stopping suddenly and grabbing onto the garbage bag tightly with both hands.

Her back was turned to him, and he couldn’t see that she was trying to keep herself from crying.

“M’not an idiot,” he exhaled, exasperated. “I know something’s up, s’this about last night?”

“No, it’s not about last night,” she half-whimpered, stiffening. She still refused to turn around and look at him, so he walked around so that he stood in front of her. Her face looked especially vulnerable under the bright neon lights of the bar.

He grabbed ahold of the garbage bag and waited for her to let go, reluctantly, so that he could set it down on the ground. He then grabbed ahold of both of her hands, but within seconds she was pulling away.

“Stop, Harry,” she said, delivering a verbal blow. Rejection washed through him, but something told him that it wasn’t personal, not this time.

“Why are yeh doing this?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

The confusion in his face pained her deeply, and she asked herself whether or not she would have ever agreed to spend time with him if she knew she would become this attached.

“You don’t really like me,” she said, reaching to pick up the garbage bag from the ground. “You don’t, you just think that I’m damaged, right? I’m the girl who gets into fights and jumps off of cliffs, I’m dangerous, and that’s sexy to you, right? I’m a fucking enigma and it’s your job to figure me out?”

“No, that’s not—”

“You want to talk to me, get me to spill all my secrets, get me to be vulnerable so you can get a song out of it and move on. I mean, that’s all you’re doing here, isn’t it? You’re writing your music and you’re getting the fuck out? What did you think we were going to do then?” She continued, her voice high pitched as she forced her tears to hold themselves back.

“No no no, listen, you don’t understand—”

“What don’t I understand, Harry? Tell me. Please, tell me, why you like me so much, why am I worth all of the trouble?”

As he looked at her, he finally understood that she wasn’t actually angry with him. There was something deeper, something so much deeper that he was still unaware of which drove her anger and the pain that she was feeling.

He could see it in her eyes—where her voice projected lightning bolts of rage, her eyes whispered sonnets of sadness, as if she was pleading to be understood.

“Come with me,” he said, hesitantly holding a hand out in her direction. “I’ll show you.”

She stared at the palm of his hand and then back up into his green eyes, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

“Okay,” she exhaled, and for a split second maybe he was everything that she needed.

She asked herself again whether or not she would have ever introduced herself to him, if she’d known this was where she would be a few days later.

And with every part of her being, she knew the answer was yes.

Kiwi: Part Six

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