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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: Mineta being a Pervert to the Boys S/o

@dekulover555: Hey could I request something with kamanari/bakugo/deku/kirishima when minnetas being a pervert to a fem s/o and like touching her up even after she’s asked him to stop please and thankyouxx

In which case MIneta can jump off a cliff

Pairings: Kaminari x reader | Bakugo x reader | Deku x reader | Kirishima x reader

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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Kamanari

Usually Kaminari is a pretty chill dude

Him and Mineta used to drool over girls all the time- including you

They had talked and made elaborate plans all the time to see if they could somehow get the girls to be shirtless or get to see them in their underwear- but none of their plans would ever work, they were more just like fantasies they would freak out over

When Kaminari started dating you, those talks kinda stopped- he had a girl now! He didn't need to talk about other girls- he had one he loved and cherished and who was already hot!

So Mineta had been pretty deprived of any type of NSFW talk (cause nobody else was willingly gonna deal with his horny ass)

One day, you were sparring with Bakugo in the gym, when his quirk accidentally lit your shirt on fire

You instantly shouted in surprise, ripping off your PE shirt before it could burn you

MIneta-Boob-Radar Activated

“What the hell Bakugo!” you stood there, your skin turning red from the heat so close to your skin

“Well- you should have dodged it dunce face!”

As Bakugo was red in the face trying not to make eye contact with you, Mineta literally latched onto your leg

“No wonder why Kaminari’s dating you- your chest is amazing!”

You tried shaking him off, but his grip was too strong- he started making grabbing motions towards your chest and you felt your cheeks get warm with anger

“Get off you of me little purple freak!”

Kaminari had been working with Kirishima, not noticing your dilemma until Bakugo had stomped over to tell him what was happening

Kaminari never got angry easily, but the sight of Mineta trying to crawl up your body made him erupt with rage

You were clearly uncomfortable as you tried to cover up your exposed top portion with a clingy MIneta on you

“Please! One touch, thats all!”

“Get the hell off of me Mineta!’

Kaminari ran over to you, yanking Mineta off your leg as Kirishima and Bakugo followed

your in Bakusquad if your dating Denki, its ride together or die together with this group

“What the hell are you doing dude?!” Kaminari yelled at Mineta who literally had tears in his eyes

This grape is way too damn horny oml

You instantly ran to Kaminari, hugging yourself against him- he always made you feel safe

Mineta trudged off, knowing full well he wasnt getting anything more with Bakugo and Kirishima glaring daggers at him

You hugged Denki, a soft smile gracing his face

“You okay babe?” he asked as he pulled away from you slightly, looking at your face

“Yeah, Im fine- I just need a new shirt, that’s all.”

Thats when it fully registered to him that you didnt have a shirt on- he then noticed how your slighty bare chest felt pressed against his chest, and then he looked down- and oh crap he probably almost had a boner right then and there

“I-uh-um-yeah, that’d probably be best!” he would stutter and giggle, feeling his quirk go into overdrive

“But you do kinda look nice like this though…”

“Denki I swear to god I will kick you.”

Bakugo

Does Mineta want to die?

This boy is POSSESSIVE

AN ANIMAL

You are his girl, his s/o, his lover, his EVERYTHING

If anyone touches what is his he will MURDER them

He overreacts allottt

But this anger definitely comes in handy when you needed a certain pervy grape to get away from you

During a training session, you had the unfortunate fate of being paired with Mineta

It would have been fine, if only Mineta would stop drooling all over you like you were a piece of meat

“You ready, beautiful?” he’d ask before you started your training mission

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore his eyes practically undressing you as you walked past him

Mineta knows full damn well that by you being Bakugo’s s/o, he would get pummeled for so much as thinking such lewd thoughts about you

But he had been eyeing you for so long, and if Bakugo wasn’t around, he thought he would be okay and not die if Bakugo wasnt near you

Oh how stupid that assumption was

As you two are walking, he just stares at your ass, keeping a few paces behind to watch it as you walk

“Can you not?” you ask, disgust in your voice

“What?” he asks as if he wasnt doing anything, “Im just walking.”

You fight the urge to kick him

You just sigh, turning around- it would be a long class period being paired with him for a training exercise, but you could manage

Of course this little purple idiot begins to start staring at your rear again

Anger and dread bubbles in your stomach- could he just not be like this for one second??

You could easily pummel him into the ground- but you didnt want to waste your energy on somebody who didnt deserve to have your energy wasted on in the first place

So you continually took the anger that was caused by Mineta’s perverted staring

The icing on the cake though was when you felt a light squeeze on your rear, making you shoot around in shock

There he was, his hand in midair and this disgustingly blissful expression on his face

“Did you JUST-” you practically yelled out, rage and embarrassment making you begin to turn red

“I couldnt help it- it just looked so touchable-” he said, his hand about to touch you on your ass again

You took off in a run, Mineta making grabby hands behind you

You finally found Bakugo, who was paired with Yaomomo

“Katsuki!” you’d yell, running into his arms

He instantly noticed something was wrong- you were cuddled into his neck, giving a very pale looking Mineta a dirty look

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, his face harsh and serious

“He-he,” you gulped, the embarrasment rising, “he touch my, uh-”

Bakugo didnt need to hear anymore- he was concerned Mineta would do this, and now his fear became into reality

He internally kicked himself- he should have known Mineta would pull some pervy shit like that on you- he should have made sure you would have been okay

But that guilt quickly got overtaken by an incontrollable rage

“Did you just touch my girlfriend you fucking pervert?” he’d growl, his voice dangerously low

That meant shit was going down

Mineta gulped, his face paler than a sheet- Bakugo then grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dangling a terrified Mineta in the air

“Where?!”

“Huh?” Mineta asked in fear

“Where the hell did you touch her you idiot?!”

“Her-uh-her-butt-but-” Mineta sqeuaked out, trying to form some sort of excuse

Welp that when Bakugo saw black

You and Momo had to restrain Bakugo as he started going on a rampage, screaming all kinds of profanities

“You fuckng extra!! Im going to kill you! Shes my girl- you have no fucking right to touch her! Do that one more time and Ill blow you ass up! You hear me?! You so much as look at her and your ass will be seven feet under in your own ashes!”

Yeah- Whenever Mineta now sees you he walks the other way, and he hasnt bothered you since

Deku

Deku is very oblivious to Mineta’s harassment

Like- he can’t be that bad right???

*cough cough YES HE CAN

But if you tell him he will be the first to stomp over and give him a piece of his mind

If he sees it- oh he will be so UPSET

Mina has somehow rounded you up into one of her personal projects, in which she was creating an all girl dance

It was you, Momo, Toru, and Mina learning the choreography to a really upbeat girl group song

Tasty Carrots by Shou

You had finally learned all the choreography, now switching into outfits so Mina could put it into her social media

This girl def has a Tik Tok

Mina has put you all in little skater skirts, yours being high waisted, pleated, and reaching just barely reaching your mid thigh

Mina was squealing- “You all look so cute!!! We are TOTALLY going viral!”

Right as Mina started the music, and you began to do a few practice runs, Mineta and Kaminari walking past

Mineta had spotted you all from like a mile away

His literal wet dream- a bunch of girls dancing in little skirts

None of you notice though- you just continued with the choreography, attracting a little group on onlookers from the blaring music-including Midoriya

Mineta had pulled out his phone half way through and instantly started taking pics

At one part of the dance you have a tiny duet part with Mina where you bend down slightly

This perv instantly got right under you and took a whole ass pic

You heard a flash and look between your legs, seeing the purple idiot

You screeched, your face red as you yanked your skirt down

Mina instantly started yelling at Mineta, trying to catch the little idiot while Kaminari tried to yank his phone away from him

Izuku was filled with raged-how dare he do that to you?!? He was about to give him a piece of your mind, but seeing your embarrassed face made him think otherwise

He ran over, wrapping you into a hug

You were feeling so dumb-you didn’t even notice the little group of onlookers forming, making you feel even more embarrassed

Midoriya then sees Mineta run past, and as if on instinct grabs him by the arm

Mineta squeaks, regret riding through his body-nobody has ever seen Midoriya look this mad

Izuku yanks Mineta’s phone out of his hand, quietly searching through his camera roll

He finds the picture and hi face turns a little red because geez you do look really hot-

He quickly (and permanently) deletes it, so Mineta can’t go into his recently deleted, and hands it back to him

“Don’t you ever, EVER do that again.” The threat seemed simple but the way Midoriya voice was full of ice and his eyes on fire made Mineta’s skin turn cold

Kirishima

sorry if this one seems longer than the rest!

It was the end of the year and Yaomomo had invited everyone to her house for a big summer celebration pool party!

Of course everyone was excited- Yaomomo was rich and her house was beautiful and massive! Also she was the best hostess anyone could imagine

Mineta was excited for another reason- he couldn’t wait to see all the girls in bathing suits of their own choice, not the dumb leotard-like ones the school made them wear

Secretly hoped they were as skimpy as possible

Momo had invited all the girls the night before to a massive sleepover- you all went shopping for new suits at a beach themed boutique

Of course it was super expensive, but the owners of the shop were friends of Yaomomo’s parents and gave you all a FAT discount

Everyone was super happy with their suits- yours was all red, with a strappy red top, the bottom also matched in color and were slightly high waisted and showed off the sides of your thighs

The next morning you all spent time getting ready and helping Momo prepare to when everyone else came

Everyone started trickling in and greeting each other, getting snacks supplied by Momo and swimming or dancing to the “Top 50 Songs” playlist blasting outisde

You were in the kitchen getting some punch with Mina when Kirishima and Bakugo came in

Bakugo looked like he would rather be anywhere but there, while Kirihsima was just excited to find you and have some fun!

When Kirihsima saw you- his mouth dropped- you looked seriously stunning and he couldnt make his heart stop pounding so hard

Also your wearing red- he can try to act as chivalrous as he wants but he cant deny that red on you makes him go CRAZY inside

“Kirishima!” you yell happily when you see him, running over to give him a hug

He instantly twirls you around and tells you how pretty you look

You go outside and everyone begins to hang out, playing some games, swimming, dancing, or just plain mingling

Mineta is of course on a mission- he is just sitting in a really dark corner of the party pratically trying to memorize how all the girls look and drooling like a perv, concocting a plan in his twisted head of his

The moment he hears Uraraka yell- “Who wants to play volleyball- Boys vs Girls!” He instantly jumps up- now was time to get his plan in action

You and Kirishima join Uraraka, Izuku, Kaminari, Mina, Bakugo, and Tsuyu in the game

What you all didnt notice was Mineta, who was waiting patiently to pounce on one of the girls- he unfortunately chose you as his victim

When you wadded towards the end of the pool to try and save the ball, Mineta had reached over and pulled at one of the straps of your top, easily detangling it from your chest

You felt something loosen- and then horror rippled throughout your body

You qiuckly ducked under the water, only your eyes visible as your face was on fire

Mineta at first was cheering, your top tangled in his grubby hands, but then everyone started screaming at him, Mina throwing every threat she could think of while Uraraka tried to block you from sight and Froppy got you a towel

What really terrified Mineta was Kirishima- he was desperately trying to crawl out of the pool, all the boys trying to restrain him because he was literally going to KILL Mineta

Nobody had ever seen Kirishima that mad- even Bakugo

Mineta ran off, still holding onto your top as Tsuyu wrapped you in a towel

Kirishima ran over to you, wrapping you in a hug

“You okay? Im so sorry that happened! I’ll get your top back- I promise!”

And this boy did-of course after he calmed down- while Bakugo followed suit

As much as Bakugo hates to admit it, he does like you and you being his best friend’s girl, he protects you as much as Eijirou does

They both found where Mineta was hiding, Bakugo grabbing the little grape while Kirishima rambled on about “how unmanly that was” and how Mineta needed to “respect women and be more chivalrous”

Also may or may have not have told him that if he ever did anything like that again he wouldnt hestitate to teach him a lesson

After that little stunt, Yaomomo kicked him out of the party, all the girls breathing a sigh of relief

Kirishima came back, all the girls sitting around you and giving support-but once they saw Kiri they’d knew you’d be okay and gave you some privacy

This boy cuddled the crap out of you for the rest of the day and didnt wanna let go

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gingeralepdf · 4 years

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A Little Love

A/N: here she isss!!! this is the piece that i wrote for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge that was set up by the amazing @andwhenshesays @for-fucks-sake-h and @oh-honey-styles (thank you for organizing all of this!! you’re all legends!!)

extra big thank you to lydia @youresogolden-h and brailey @daydreamsofh for being such sweet beta readers <3

this is my first ever attempt at writing fic, so i hope you enjoy it!

****CONTENT WARNING**** alcohol consumption

Harry is your best friend and your coworker, but you see him as more. Maybe you both just want a little love.

word count: ~8K

**April 25, 2020, 11:15am**

It’s a comfortable spring day in San Francisco. The windows are cracked, letting in sweet smelling fresh air and the moderate bustle of people out and about. Despite the perfect weather to be out at the market or taking a walk in the park, you’re currently at your neighbor’s apartment, slouched on the couch in the living room and in the midst of a New Girl marathon. Or rather, you are in the midst of a New Girl marathon, but your friend has not looked up from the guitar he is restringing for the past fifteen minutes.

You’ve been stealing glances at Harry from the other end of the couch. He has the guitar laying across his lap. He’s able to take all of the strings off and put three new ones on without a problem, but something about the fourth string seems to be giving him a lot of trouble. Every time he gets the string wound up on the tuning key, it snaps loose, like it can’t hold the tension. After several attempts with the same result, Harry sets his string winder on the coffee table and lets out a frustrated huff while scratching his forehead.

Although you know it’s probably best to not make a comment while he’s annoyed, you decide to make one anyway.

Just as he grabs the winder from the coffee table and goes in for another attempt at the string, you blurt out, “I thought the whole point of watching Netflix at your house instead of mine was so you could work and watch at the same time.”

Harry rolls his eyes and slowly cranes his head to look in your direction, “I am watching.”

“Right, so tell me what Miranda has been up to,” you challenge.

Harry lowers his head in concentration, making another attempt at winding up the string on the tuning key, “She’s like… going on a date or something.”

“Miranda isn’t even a character in the show!”

The tuning key once again snaps loose. Harry’s nostrils flare and he mutters a quick “Fucks sake.”

A moment passes where the only sound in the room is the TV. You’re trying to gauge whether or not you’ve actually pissed him off a bit. You decide to bite your tongue and see what he is going to say next.

Harry finally shifts his eyes from the guitar to you, “Obviously I can’t work and watch at the same time.”

You give him a pointed look, “You think?”

“I promise I can finish this project pretty quick, and then I’ll watch, like, four episodes, uninterrupted. I just need to go get some parts so… would you mind pausing it?”

Once the show is paused, Harry gets up from his spot on the couch, gently sets the guitar on the floor, and turns to exit the living room. However, he is stopped short since your legs are making a barricade between the couch and the coffee table. With a mischievous grin on his face, he uses his shin to slowly push your legs away from him so that your feet slide off the end of the table and onto the floor. Your jaw drops in exaggerated offense. Giggles erupt from both of you as he narrowly avoids your attempts to trip him while he steps over your legs and then jogs across the room to his workspace.

A huge benefit of living a couple of buildings away from your best friend is that any given day of the week can be spent like this. The both of you can always be found at either one of your apartments watching hours of Netflix, working on projects, or sharing meals.

Just as you were enjoying the moment of silence that fell onto the room, your phone and Harry’s phone buzz on the coffee table. With a quiet groan, you slowly sit up from the couch to see a text from your boss, sent in a group chat with yourself and Harry.

Would either of you be able to work the closing shift tonight? Sarah called in sick and the rest of the shift leads can’t work today.

Although you and Harry were both looking forward to having a Saturday off, you knew the bar was a little short-staffed this weekend, so you both kind of saw this coming.

“Is that who I think it is?” Harry asks.

“Yeah, Adam’s asking one of us to work the closing shift tonight. Sarah called in sick and I guess Charlotte can’t work today.”

Harry groans as he makes his way back to his previous spot on the couch and plops down with a screwdriver and a plastic bag containing what looks to be a new set of tuning keys in hand.

Harry takes a moment to look around his living room, taking in all of the instrument cases stacked around the small apartment, scratching his jaw in thought. “I mean, I would take it, but I’ve got a lot of projects that have to get done this weekend.”

“I guess that just leaves me then,” you say flatly, sinking further into the couch and staring straight ahead out of the window across the room.

“‘M’ sorry,” Harry says with a light chuckle at your dramatics, “I’ll owe you one.” His offer comes out more like a question.

You look back in his direction to see him with a wide, dimpled grin staring back at you. You know he’s just trying to make you feel better, and it works.

After sending a quick text to your boss letting him know you would be there tonight, you sit up straight and grab the remote from the coffee table. “That’s a really tempting offer. I’ve got a lot of sick days saved up, you know?”

“Heyyyy,” Harry draws out in a playfully offended tone.

You chuckle before asking, “Can we just finish this episode so I can go home and get some rest before work?”

“Yeah I think we can do that.” He sets the screwdriver and plastic bag on the coffee table and leans back on the couch, folding his hands together to rest on his stomach.

You press play on the remote and settle into another day with your best friend.

**April 26, 2020. 1:47am**

About ten minutes until the bar closes, and there are still three large, lively groups hanging around. You and your coworkers have done as many pre-closing tasks as you possibly could, aside from taking the drink glasses straight out of the customers’ hands. Now it just seems to be the longest waiting game ever until you’re officially allowed to kick everyone out.

While you’re all busying yourselves with wiping down counters and straightening chairs, the front door swings open.

Just as you’re about to put on your best customer service face that you can muster, you see a familiar blue and white plaid jacket and fluffy brown curls. Harry is strolling in, surveying the crowd of customers as he’s making his way to where you’re standing at the bar. You see that he is donning a form-fitting grey t-shirt with a bright yellow smiley face on it, light brown high-waisted pants, and a delicate looking pearl necklace. He always seems to be able to effortlessly look put together, even when he is making bold choices.

You look at him with raised eyebrows and ask with exaggerated charm, “Come here often?”

“Oh god.” He laughs at your ill attempt at comedy through a pained expression.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “Same as always.”

Harry has made it a routine to walk home with you when you’re working the closing shift. Even when you insist that there’s no need for him to stay up so late when he’s not working.

He glances around before looking back at you, “Is there anything I can help with right now?”

You shake your head. “Just waiting for them to leave so we can clean everything.”

“Bollocks,” he mutters before puckering his lips.

You decide to go around the corner of the bar to the prep area where the music controls are. Hopefully the customers will take the hint that it’s time to leave once you lower the volume.

After a few minutes, all of the staff are breathing a collective sigh of relief when one group makes their way to the door and the other two groups shortly follow suit.

By the time you follow the crowd out and you lock the door, it’s 2:05 a.m. Considering how busy it was tonight, you’re counting this as a small victory.

Harry and your other coworkers are going around cleaning up glasses and bottles and taking them back to the sink while you make your way to the register to start your shift lead duties.

Once the tips are divided, you take a look around and see that your coworkers are steadily making their way through the cleaning checklist. With Harry’s help, things are moving along pretty quickly. You pull the first bundle of cash out of the drawer and start counting.

After getting the cash drawer sorted out, and counting out a new one for Monday, you hear your coworker saying your name. “I think we’ve done everything on the cleaning checklist. Is there anything else you need help with?”

“Actually, all I have left to do is inventory. I’m not gonna hold you hostage for that, so you guys are free to head out if you want to.”

Your coworkers are saying goodnight and clocking out shortly after. Once they're gone, you’re left with the faint buzzing of the refrigerators and the light music over the speakers. You turn around to face the shelves of bottles and notice a few that are running low and need replacing. You go down the ‘employees only’ hallway to the back stockroom and grab all the bottles you need. Hugging them to your chest, you make your way back down the hallway. You walk about halfway when a figure jumps out of the supply closet to your right, causing you to jump backwards and let out a scream.

Harry’s howling laughter echoes through the hallway as you try to catch your breath and will your heart to stop racing.

You finally regain some composure and turn to fully face Harry. His laughter has reduced to occasional soft chuckles falling past his pursed lips. If your arms weren’t full, you would most likely be smacking him for scaring the shit out of you.

“What the hell were you thinking?” You do your best to give him death glare, but your voice is now shaking with laughter as well. “You’re lucky I didn’t drop any of this stuff, you idiot.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry but you should have seen your face. Holy shit.” He opens his arms and slowly steps toward you to bring you in for a hug.

“Well if you’re so sorry, put these on the shelf for me.” You say as you thrust the bottles into his chest, making him grunt out a laugh.

You walk to the front with Harry trailing behind you. All you have left to do is make a few notes for Adam before finally clocking out. You’ve never been more excited for your head to hit the pillow when you get home.

As you’re making your notes, Harry is pacing about behind you, straightening out all of the bottles on the shelves. He lets out a long observant hum.

“What?”

“Just noticed this guy’s almost empty,” he holds up a bottle of tequila and swirls around what little liquor is left in it. One corner of his mouth turns up before he looks at you, “Enough left for two more shots, probably.”

“Is that so?”

“Y’ wanna find out?”

“I don’t know,” you say as you tilt your head up and tap your chin in thought “I don’t know how I feel about taking shots with people who jump out of supply closets to scare me.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that.” He’s exaggerating and drawing all of his words out as he walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you so that his hands are resting on your left shoulder and he rests the side of his head on the back of yours. “I’m sorry. Please take a shot with me.”

Although it's pointless since he can’t see your face, you roll your eyes in response, “Fine. Pour me one.”

His hand gives your shoulder a light squeeze before he moves away and reaches under the counter then puts two shot glasses onto the bar. He reaches behind him for the nearly empty bottle and pours the perfect amount into each glass. Taking them both in his hands, he extends one to you.

You don’t miss the chuckle that he lets out as you take the glass from him. After giving him a questioning look, you notice a slight blush on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“Was just thinking. This,” he gestures to the two of you and the glasses you’re both holding “reminds me of the day you got into the art institute.”

Around this time a year ago, you had spent weeks pouring over your application for the San Francisco Art Institute and months after that waiting to hear anything back. When you got the acceptance email toward the end of your shift at work, Harry was the first person that you told. Just over a year ago, you were standing with Harry behind this same bar when you told him the good news. Your chest filled with warmth at his reaction. He wrapped you in a nearly suffocating hug as he loudly declared, “I told you you had a kick ass portfolio! So fuckin proud of you.”

Right after he released you from the hug, he poured each of you a shot. Harry then made the impromptu decision of doing a bar crawl after you both got off, deeming the two shots “not enough celebration”.

After a night full of slightly over the top celebrating, you were practically dragging Harry home. It wasn’t until you got to his apartment building that he realized he had left his keys and wallet at one of the bars. Not wanting to drag him back across town, you ended up bringing him back to your apartment just around the corner.

It took a lot of coaxing, but you were able to get him to drink a big glass of water before helping him brush his teeth with your spare toothbrush.

You have a lot of vague and fuzzy memories from that night, but there are two that remain crystal clear. One is the moment when you were clumsily leading him to your couch and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Wish I could kiss you.” And the other is the way your stomach dropped and your heart nearly fluttered out of control at his drunken confession.

The conversations about that night always turned into jokes about you being able to handle your liquor better than he could. His comment was never brought up by either of you. You weren’t sure if he would even remember it, or if either of you really wanted to.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “we should never be allowed to celebrate anything after that. We were miserable the next day.”

You lock eyes with him and for a split second there’s something in his eyes that you don’t quite recognize. Like a different kind of softness that you hadn’t seen before this moment.

It’s fleeting, however, because he glances down at your hands and clinks your glasses together. You tilt your heads back at the same time, feeling the burn in your throats and letting out sharp exhales once it’s passed.

Harry takes your glass from your hand and silently goes to the prep area. You hear the sink running as you finish up your notes to your boss and you clock out.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah I just need to get my-” you stop mid-sentence when you turn around to see Harry already holding out your bag that had been hanging up in the prep area. You mutter a ‘never mind’ as you take it from him.

Harry grabs his jacket from the pool table and you stroll to the front door together, turning off lights as you go.

You finally step out into the chilly nighttime air. The only noises are coming from the small scattered groups of people gathering in front of the bars on the block that are just closing.

After locking the doors, you and Harry start trudging along the sidewalk up the steep hill. If you had known that it was going to get so much colder and windier during the night, you would have brought a jacket with you. You fold your arms and grit your teeth as another cold breeze hits you from the front.

You don’t even notice Harry taking off his jacket until he’s holding it in front of your face. You pause your walking for a moment to gently take it from his hand.

“Aren’t you gonna be cold?”

“Well I’m not gonna watch you shiver all the way home.”

You frown a bit as you look at the jacket in your hands. You can still feel the warmth from Harry’s body heat on the hand that’s grasping the inside of it. Having that little bit of warmth already makes you feel better, but you hate to think that he’s going to be the one gritting his teeth against the cold.

He says your name through a chuckle and you look up to meet his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Just put the jacket on and let’s get you home, yeah?”

**April 26th, 2020. 5:30am**

It should be considered a crime to be wide awake at this hour, considering the small amount of sleep you’ve gotten. The only thing you had the energy to do when you got home last night was change out of your work clothes and fall into bed. You remember glancing at your clock and reading 3:15 a.m. before your eyelids grew heavy and closed.

The reminder of Harry’s drunk confession that you thought was water under the bridge is now flooding your mind as you desperately try to fall back to sleep. You try to push down the memory of his giggles as you made the strenuous effort of finding the switch on your living room lamp while having nearly all of his body weight leaned against you for support. You try to push down the memory of his flushed cheeks in the glowing yellow light when you finally got him settled on your couch. You try to push down the memory of running your fingers through his soft curls and giving his hairline a soft kiss before going to bed. You try to think of literally anything else.

It isn’t until the very first hints of daylight enter your room that you decide to give up.

The floor is cold on your feet as you walk to your bathroom, rubbing your tired eyes.

After a quick shower and putting on your favorite t-shirt and jeans, you feel less sluggish. You focus on going through your kitchen pantry to find something for your growling stomach.

Although you wish that you were still sleeping soundly in your bed, you think of how rare it is to get to see this city both at the dead of night and when it’s slowly starting to wake up. To be able to greet the light in your living room as it dances across the pictures on your walls and you mill about with your bowl of cereal.

The pictures lined up on your walls remind you of the project that you started last week that you need new photos for. You go to your closet and get the bag that holds your digital camera. Your mind is buzzing at the thought of taking it to the park before it gets too crowded.

You put on a jacket and shoes, pull your camera bag over your shoulder, and head out into the chilly Sunday morning.

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You round the corner of your block and start making your way down the steep hill, admiring the multicolored houses across the street that are glowing softly in the morning light. A smile spreads across your face as you reach into your bag for your camera and your fisheye lens. Once you’ve captured a few shots that you’re happy with, you move on toward the park.

You’re coming up on Harry’s building, and you instinctively glance up at the second story bay window that you know belongs to his apartment. Because this side of his building is still in the shade at this point in the day, you can see that his light is on.

“What’s he doing up?” you think to yourself. He’s always been an early riser, but considering how late you both stayed up, you would hope that he had been able to get some extra sleep.

As soon as the thought crosses your mind, Harry appears in the window. His blinds are wide open, so you can clearly see him stepping up to his record player and delicately placing the needle on the vinyl. A toothbrush hangs out of his mouth.

What your eyes are more drawn to, however, is his choice of clothing, or lack thereof. He’s standing in front of his window in nothing but a black t-shirt and a pair of underwear. You knew the t-shirt too well as the one he found at a thrift store years ago and became obsessed with after reading the ‘Treat People With Kindness’ logo on the front. He steps back from the record player and tilts his head back to brush his teeth. You watch as his jaw flexes and is accentuated by the light scruff of facial hair along it.

It’s becoming alarmingly clear to you that you are alone in the middle of the sidewalk, about thirty feet away from your best friend’s window, ogling him as he’s minding his own business. As much as your palms are sweating and your stomach is doing somersaults at the prospect of being spotted, you cannot bring yourself to continue walking. You wouldn’t mind becoming a permanent part of the sidewalk if it meant having this kind of view.

Harry turns and walks away from the window. You finally snap out of your daze and hurry past his window, thankful for the help of the downhill slope to move you along. Once you get to the corner of the block, you stop and lean your back against the building. Lightly smacking your forehead, you mutter out loud to yourself, “What the hell was that?”

********************

The trip to the park turned out to be a perfect way to spend the morning. You ended up taking a lot of pictures of murals and flowers before the park started to get too busy.

With your favorite album playing through your headphones, your mind is now buzzing with the excitement of having new photos to edit.

Once you cross the street, you’re now standing on the corner of your block. One way would lead you once again past the window to Harry’s apartment. The other way would help you avoid another potentially awkward sighting, but was much longer and usually includes lines for overcrowded restaurants.

Keeping your head down, you continue walking straight ahead in the same direction that you came from.

As you’re hiking up the hill, you suddenly hear a voice that you know is not coming through your headphones. You turn your volume down and listen to your surroundings. Plain as day, someone behind you shouts your name. You rip your headphones out and whip around to see Harry waving at you from his window.

“Hey! You wanna come up for breakfast?”

Your feet are firmly planted to the sidewalk, much like they were about an hour ago when you stood in the same spot and ogled this man.

You opened your mouth, not knowing what to say, and pathetically jabbed your thumb in the general direction of your apartment. “Actually I… I-I was gonna-”

“I’ve got coffee from Trieste,” he says in a sing-song tone.

You internally roll your eyes and curse him for knowing that you can never deny coffee from your favorite place in town. Plus, wracking your brain for a good excuse to be on your way is becoming difficult due to the hunger pains starting up in your stomach. That bowl of cereal is only holding you over for so long.

You look up at his dimpled face and relax your shoulders, “Okay, yeah. Yeah I’ll come up.”

“I’ll unlock the door for you!” is the last thing you hear before he shuts his window and you make your way to the stairs.

You climb up to the second story and turn down his hallway. When you’re standing in front of his door, you can hear music playing.

You open the door and you’re met with the sounds of trumpets. Harry has Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer” playing on his record player. He has it just loud enough to where it won’t annoy any of his neighbors, but it still fills every corner of the living room. It’s not the first time you’ve walked into a similar scene here. You know this to be one of his favorite songs to play in the morning.

You close the door behind you and take in the state of the room as you walk through. The instrument cases are a little more organized than they had been yesterday. Smaller ones are stacked up next to his workstation and the larger ones are stacked up in the corner next to his couch. His laptop sits open on the coffee table and a haphazard stack of blank paper repair tags sat next to it.

The camera bag on your shoulder is now starting to feel heavy, so you plop down on the couch. Your ears perk up at the sound of Harry singing along with the record from the kitchen.

“You can have an aeroplane flyin’. If you bring your blue sky back.”

Following the smell of coffee, you walk over to the doorway of the small kitchen. Harry is standing at the counter. Thankfully he is not wearing the outfit that you saw him in earlier. He’s wearing brown trousers and a cream colored flannel with black and green stripes. He also has on his signature pair of scuffed up black vans.

There is a small table and two chairs in the corner of the kitchen next to the window with a vase of sunflowers and a couple of books sitting on it. You walk over to the table to inspect the books more closely. Art as Therapy by Alain de Botton & John Armstrong and The Course of Love, also by Alain de Botton. Before you get the chance to flip them over and read the descriptions, Harry clears his throat.

“Coffee’s ready.” He sets the kettle down on the counter and dances his way over to the cupboard where he keeps his mugs.

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face, admiring his ability to always be so energetic in the mornings.

He takes the filter out of the chemex and chunks it in the trash before pouring the coffee into two mugs. The way he turns with a mug in each hand, extending one to you, is extremely reminiscent of last night. After you take the mug from his hands, he scoots past you into the living room. The volume of the music lowers to a faint background noise before he appears again in the kitchen.

“So,” he pauses to reach into the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and setting it on the counter, “what are you doing up so early? Figured you’d be in bed till noon. Seemed pretty exhausted last night.” He takes a long sip of coffee, waiting for your response.

Suddenly you’re doing everything to not look in his direction. Your eyes are shifting from the table to the flowers to the mug in your hands.

“Um… yeah I woke up at like 5:30 for some reason and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I just decided to take a walk with my camera.” Your last few words echo from your mug before you take a big sip.

Harry clicks his tongue. “M’ sorry, that sucks. Did you at least see anything interesting?”

You involuntarily gasp at his question, causing the coffee to go directly down the wrong pipe. Several harsh coughs erupt from your chest.

Harry acts quickly, muttering a quick “shit” before taking the cup from your hand and setting it on the table along with his. He steps behind you and you hear a chair scoot out from the table. His hands gently wrap around your upper arms, prompting you to have a seat. You fold over in the chair, gripping the edge of the table for stability. After a few more strong coughs, you’re finally able to catch your breath.

Harry’s fingertips rubbing soothing circles on your back sends electricity up and down your spine.

His hand slides off of your back as he steps away from you, “Alright? Want some water?” He’s already walking over to his cabinet and pulling out a glass before you respond.

Once you clear your throat, you croak out, “Yeah I’m fine, that’s fine.”

He sets the glass on the table in front of you, turns back to the carton of eggs on the counter and starts cracking some into a pan.

After taking some sips of your water, you say, “So I was going to ask you the same question. What are you doing up so early?”

“Well, funny enough, I also had to wake up around 5:30. I’ve got a client coming to pick up her trumpet this morning and I had to get everything sorted and clean up a bit before she got here.”

Nodding your head, you tease, “Oh yeah, it looks really good in there. Was starting to forget what your floor looked like.”

Your heart leaps at the sound of Harry’s belly laugh. “Wow. Wowwwwww. Already giving me a hard time. At this hour. Jesus.”

You laugh at his exaggerated reaction while he simply shakes his head.

There’s a knock at the front door. Harry reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Must be her, actually. I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to do those?” You stand up from your spot at the table and gesture to the pan.

“Sure, that’d be great, thanks,” he says over his shoulder when he exits the kitchen.

A moment later, you hear the sound of a woman’s voice greeting Harry. It sounds like they’re just standing in his entryway because you can’t really make out what either of them are saying.

Meanwhile, you go about scrambling eggs, making toast, and getting out plates and silverware. By the time Harry is back in the kitchen, you’re already starting to put everything on the table.

You pick up the books from the table and hold them up to Harry, “Where do you want these?”

“Oh uh, I’ll just put those on the coffee table.” When you hand them off to him, he holds up the copy of Art as Therapy. “This one’s for you though, make sure you take it with you today.”

You tilt your head in question.

“Just thought it looked like something you would enjoy. Saw it when I was looking for this other one.” He holds up The Course of Love.

Before you could say anything, he’s disappeared again into the living room.

Once you’re both sitting at the table and digging into your breakfast, Harry asks, “What are you doing tonight?”

You squint your eyes at him. “I mean, I don’t really have anything planned. Why do you ask?”

“Well that client that was just here offered me two free tickets to her jazz band’s show tonight as, like, an extra ‘thank you’.” He shrugs, “Might be fun to go to.”

With a straight face, you reply, “I can’t, I’m booked tonight.”

You stare at each other for a minute in silence trying not to crack a smile, until you both start snorting.

“I know you’re free because the bar is closed and Sarah is still sick.” Harry tosses his fork on his plate and leans back in his chair like he’s just won an argument.

You mirror him by crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. “What if I have plans with Mitch? Sarah’s boyfriend?”

Harry furrows his brows and looks at you, baffled, “I know who Mitch is, why’d you have to say it like that?”

“Because I knew it would throw you off.”

“Alright, I’ll just take Mitch to the concert then.”

You drop your jaw and lightly kick his leg under the table. “What time is this concert?” You ask, slipping out of your teasing tone.

“It’s at seven.” Harry leans forward and lifts his coffee from the table, holding it up to you.

You grab yours from the table and clink it with his before finishing off the remainder of your coffee.

***********************

Back at your apartment, you’re leaning back in your chair at the desk in your living room, waiting for your pictures from today to upload on your computer. Your hands run over the smooth blue and green cover of Art as Therapy. In the few years that you have known Harry, you’ve swapped countless book recommendations back and forth, and the bookshelves in your apartments are constantly changing due to all of the borrowing you both do. You’ve even gotten each other books for birthdays and other holidays. This is the first book that he has bought for you completely unprompted. You hadn’t even heard of the author until today, so it’s not like he heard you mention in passing wanting to read his books.

You flip the book over and read the description, then flip to the first few pages to see a statement about the authors. “Their proposal is that certain great works of art offer clues on managing the tensions and confusions of everyday life and that, approached in the right way, art can help us answer both the intimate and the everyday questions we all ask ourselves.”

Quickly shaking yourself out of your own thoughts, you check the progress on your photos. Approximately 20 minutes remaining.

You huff, slap the book closed, and toss it on the desk before getting up and walking to your room. There’s an old shoe box on one of your shelves that you like to go through when you’re feeling sad or having a weird day, which feels about right at this moment.

You plop down on your bed and set the box in front of you, opening up the lid. The rush of nostalgia and warmth that comes over you when going through this box is overwhelming sometimes. It’s filled with miscellaneous photos that you’ve taken on your film camera over the past few years. There are some that capture your favorite buildings and murals throughout the city. There are a lot from when you went to the pride celebrations last year. The majority of the pictures in the box capture candid moments of your friends and family. These kinds of pictures are the ones that remind you of why you love photography so much and even after getting high marks on your work for the institute, these are the ones that you end up feeling the most proud of.

You see your friends from out of state standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge from the time they paid you a surprise visit. Another one shows your cousin at his college graduation. There’s one of your friend and coworker, Sarah, and her boyfriend Mitch from the day you and Harry helped them move into their new apartment, proudly holding up the keys, smiling from ear to ear.

And then there’s quite a lot of Harry. Harry playing pool at a bar across town, Harry at the beach tossing a football with Mitch, a kind of blurry one of him going crazy at an Ariana Grande concert. You laugh out loud when you find the one of him proudly wearing your dress during a drunken game of truth or dare, and the one of him making a ‘kissy’ face at you in those obnoxious Gucci sunglasses that he wore for pretty much an entire summer. Sometimes you don’t realize how much you’ve experienced together until you go back and look at these pictures.

You’ve been flipping through them pretty quickly, but you come across one that makes you freeze. It’s from your friend’s birthday party a few months ago. You got someone to take a picture of yourself with Sarah and Mitch, but Harry decided to jump in. In the picture, Mitch is in the middle of you and Sarah, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, and Harry has his arms hugged tight around your middle and his cheek is pressed to yours. It could be seen as a form of affection, if his face wasn’t covered in icing from your friend’s birthday cake. The photo is perfectly timed to capture everyone’s shocked laughter.

Just by looking at this photo again, you can feel his smile against your cheek and his arms holding you close. It’s a feeling you’ve been wanting more of ever since that night. Maybe that’s the ‘intimate question’ you’ve been asking yourself- Do you really want more with Harry?

**April 26th, 2020. 6:58pm**

You’re sure nobody on the street could miss you and Harry. After saying quick ‘thank you’s to the uber driver, you grab hands and start jogging toward the entrance of the SFJAZZ Center- a three story building with windows wrapping all the way around. The show is supposed to start in two minutes. You would have arrived much earlier if Harry hadn’t left the tickets on his kitchen table. You’re both dodging and weaving through people on the sidewalk, you in your favorite floral dress and Harry in a bold green suit jacket.

Once in the lobby, you both reduce your pace to a brisk walk and you readjust the bag on your shoulder. Harry’s hand is still holding yours as you’re both scanning the lobby for the right place to go. You spot a couple of employees closing doors labeled ‘main hall seating’.

“Over here,” you say, pulling Harry along with you.

Luckily, you’re able to catch the ushers in time to show them your tickets and be let in. The expansive auditorium is filled with the sound of chattering people and musicians warming up their instruments.

Thankfully, your seats are in a row toward the back and to the left of the stage, so you don’t have to make too big of a scene when scooting past people. Right when you settle in, the house lights dim, the chatter rapidly dies down, and the band on the stage goes silent.

The lull is soon replaced with applause when a woman walks out and stands center stage. She introduces herself as the director of programming and welcomes the audience. “Thank you all for being here tonight. Your support means so much to this center as we continue to make music and art and do what we love to do.” She pauses to hold up a booklet in her hands. “As you may have seen in your program, tonight’s performance is a special one.”

For the first time, you glance around the room and notice almost everyone but you and Harry has a program in their lap or held in their hands.

The woman on stage continues. “Some of you may know this, and some of you may not, but April is the birth month of American jazz singer, Billie Holiday. So, to honor her legacy, this lovely band sitting behind me has put together arrangements of some of her greatest hits.” Applause fills the room once again.

“Some of the performances tonight will feature vocalists and some will be done with the band only, so I hope everyone will find something they enjoy. Now, without further ado, I present to you A Little Love, with Billie Holiday.”

There is applause for a third time, but your hands are suddenly too heavy in your lap to join in. As the director exits the stage and another woman, presumably the vocalist, takes her place, your mind is reeling at the situation you’re currently in. How have you wound up at a jazz concert dedicated to love, that you decided to attend on a whim, with your best friend that you suddenly have overwhelming feelings for?

All of the subtle signs and notions of feelings you have had over the years have turned into blaring alarms, and they’re all pointing to one person. The man sitting right next to you, who is also sitting stock still in his seat.

There’s a drumroll from the stage followed by a light and smooth saxophone solo that brings you back into the moment. The vocalist begins the captivating first verse of Billie Holiday’s You Go to My Head.

You go to my head

And you linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spinning round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You slowly sink about three inches down into your seat. You wish you had a program now so that you could at least use it to fan your face. You reach your hand up to dab at your forehead.

At the same time Harry takes a deep breath and lightly trills his lips while itching the bridge of his nose.

The vocalist continues to sing the lyrics that are hitting you directly in the gut.

The thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought to my plea

Casts a spell over me

Still I say to myself “Get a hold of yourself”

Can’t you see that it never can be

You glance around the auditorium as much as you can without turning your head in Harry’s direction, wondering if anyone else is feeling the temperature rise or the tension that seems to be wrapped around the both of you.

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julys

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Though I’m certain that this heart of mine

Hasn’t the ghost of a chance in this crazy romance

You go to my head

Your mind is reeling yet again at the situation you’re in. This must be some kind of elaborate prank that the universe is pulling on you. You’re half expecting a spotlight to fall on you and Harry that nobody in the room would even question.

The feeling doesn’t lift as the concert goes on. Soulful songs about a lover’s eyes, falling in love, how easy it is to live when you’re in love. Even where there is not a vocalist, you seem to know what the songs are implying.

Something that comes up in your rapid stream of thoughts is the author’s note you read earlier, “approached in the right way, art can help us answer both the intimate and the everyday questions we all ask ourselves.” You ask yourself the question again: Do you want more with Harry?

You think about the pictures of the times you’ve spent together. Crazy shifts at the bar, days in the park, breakfasts, dinners, late nights staying up talking about god knows what. You know the answer. You’ve always known the answer.

It seems like your heart has caught up with your thoughts, because it’s pounding in your chest.

Halfway through the final song of the night, you decide to steal a glance at Harry. Slowly turning your head, you peek through the corner of your eye.

A quick jolt of electricity runs through your entire body when you see that Harry already has his eyes on you. You turn your head back to the stage, but you can still feel his gaze burning a hole in the side of your head.

When thunderous applause breaks out after the final song, Harry turns his head back to the stage as you both limply clap along with the audience.

******************

This is the most quiet car ride of your life. There isn’t even any music being played in the background. The only words that have been exchanged between you and Harry since the concert ended were when he asked you if it was okay for the uber to just drop you both at your building and you answered with a simple ‘sure’.

There are so many feelings swirling around in you that you don’t know what to do with, and you definitely don’t want all of them to spill out in this stranger’s car, so you keep your jaw clenched as you look out of the window.

The car comes to a stop outside of your building and you both mutter ‘thank you’s as you climb out. You both silently make your way through the lobby, up the stairs, and down the hallway to your door.

Just last night you were making the same trip. You were making light jokes about wanting to steal Harry’s jacket and he was joking back, accusing you of wanting him to freeze to death. You had to remind each other not to laugh so loud so you wouldn’t disturb anyone. Now the only sound in the hallway is your shoes on the floor.

Once you reach your door, you open your bag and start digging for your keys. “Thanks, um, thanks for inviting me. It was a really good show.” You find your keys and push them into the lock before turning your eyes to Harry.

He has one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… Yeah it was... it was fun. Glad you could come with me.” He moves his hands from their places and awkwardly moves his arms out for a hug.

You smile and let out a sharp exhale through your nose at the awkwardness of this whole situation, but you gladly reciprocate the hug. Your arms completely wrap around each other, your hands tightly gripping his jacket. You can smell his cologne, like ginger and honey and cedar, and it’s making your head spin. You embrace for a few seconds and then release each other.

Harry sighs, “Alright, I’ll see you later then.”

“Okay, see you later.”

Harry shoves his hands in his pockets and slowly takes a few steps to turn away.

You turn the key in the lock, then turn your head to watch Harry take his first few steps away from you. You don’t want him to get any further.

“Harry?”

He stops and turns around to face you. “Yeah?”

You cannot believe the question that’s coming to your mind, but it’s the only thing that’s been coherent enough to put into words. You gulp and take a deep breath before asking, “Do you… do you still wish you could kiss me?”

You watch about three different emotions pass across Harry’s face. His mouth opens, his head tilts to the side, then his mouth closes and his eyes shift to the floor.

You feel a flood of regret. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. That was stupid. He doesn’t remember. Just play it off.

You know your face is flushed with embarrassment as you speak softly, “I’m sorry. I just. That night that you were really drunk and I brought you back here, you said that you wish- that you wished y-”

Hearing Harry say your name stops your rambling. “Don’t be sorry. I know what I said.” He’s eyeing you cautiously and taking a couple of steps toward you again. “And… yeah. I still wish I could kiss you. Felt that way for… a while now.”

Tears are brimming your eyes as you look into his, trying to absorb what he’s just said. Then it’s almost like the floor beneath you tilts in his direction, nudging you to move forward until you’re standing directly in front of him. You can smell his cologne again.

With your eyes still locked into his, you slowly raise your hands to place them on the back of his neck, thumbs stroking the corners of his jaw.

After taking a shaky breath, you whisper, “I wish I could kiss you, too.”

Harry gulps and shifts his eyes down to your lips. He takes a deep breath through his nose before you feel his hand lightly grip your waist and his other hand takes a similar position on your neck.

You both stand there for a few breaths, eyes roaming over each other’s faces.

You start to lean in and then stop about half way and close your eyes. You’re both just waiting to see who will close the gap.

After a moment, you feel Harry’s grip on your neck and waist tighten and you feel him leaning in. Then his lips are on yours. They’re on yours again and again. You tilt your heads to deepen the kisses and he takes a step toward you. You follow his lead until your back is pressed against your door.

As much as it pains you to do so, you have to stop so you can catch your breath. You reach one of your hands into his hair and lightly pull him away. Both of you are breathing in sync.

Once your breathing is evened out, you lock eyes with Harry. Your heart flutters when you exchange shy but knowing smiles and his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

After clearing your throat, you move your hand to your door knob. “Do you want to come in?”

Harry glances at your hand then returns his eyes to yours. He purses his lips and takes a sharp breath in. “I just want to know what you want.”

What just happened a few seconds ago already seems monumental to you. After the emotional roller coaster of this day, you’re not sure whether or not you’re ready for more tonight.

You take your hand from the doorknob and run it along his shoulder to return it to its previous position on his neck. “Honestly, I’m so fucking exhausted from today.” You watch as Harry nods his head in understanding. “I think all I want tonight is to hold you,” you notice the softness in his eyes, the same softness that you noticed for a fleeting second in the bar last night. “And keep kissing you.” This makes a lopsided smirk pop onto his face. “And I want to talk in the morning. About us.”

Harry leans in and presses a sweet peck to your lips. “I think we can do that.”

*******************

If anyone would have told you that your day was going to end with you and Harry in your bed, your head on his chest, and him running his fingers soothingly over your back, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“Harry?” you say softly, just as your eyelids are starting to get heavy.

His fingers stop for a moment, “Yeah?”

Thinking over the sequence of events that led you to where you are now, you start to erupt into sleepy giggles. “Did you know that the performance was gonna be,” you pause, trying to find the right word, “that?”

Harry lets out a deep belly laugh and when you glance up at him, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. “I couldn’t have planned that if I tried.”

Before you know it, you’re both laughing uncontrollably, recounting the insane timing of the whole situation.

Harry rolls to his side so that he’s facing you and places a lingering kiss on your lips. “I’ll have to tell that client that any repairs she wants are on the house now.”

You throw your head back laughing and he pulls you into his chest, smothering your neck with kisses before resting his chin on top of your head.

If this is all you could have for the rest of your life, just a little love from each other, you would never want anything more.

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unlikely connection (f)

summary: who ever thought the student council president and the schools most popular boy would end up together?

fluffy yeonjun x reader a/n: this is my first longer fic but i really like it i might write more of these

you groaned as your alarm went off for the 50th time this morning. you stayed up all night trying to get ready for all the events in the coming weeks since fall was quickly approaching. as student council president you were in charge of all these things on top of maintaining your grades which was a toll on you. it took you another ten minutes to realize that your alarm was going off. you hopped up quickly checking the time to see that you were already an hour late to school. you jumped up anxiety running through you as you ran to get dressed.

‘stupid science project keeping me up past 12 and stupid fall events keeping me up past 1′ you thought to yourself as you put some makeup on and ran out the door. luckily the school wasn’t too far away from your house so it wouldnt take a lot for you to run there.

you finally made it to school, huffing and puffing because of how out of shape you were. you leaned against the front doors trying to regain your breath.

“someone needs to do some exercising” you heard a voice mumble. you looked up to see yeonjun, your schools most popular boy (and hearthrob) leaning against the wall opposite of where you were standing. you began to blush slightly embarrassed by someone else seeing you like this.

“someone also needs to be in class” you retorted back causing him to smirk.

“says you....miss student council president.” he said walking closer to you and booping your nose with his finger. he reached in his backpack and gave you a water almost as if he was feeling pity for your exhausted state.

“thanks” you mumbled back blushing like crazy while drinking the water. ever since middle school you had a crush on yeonjun. he was so charming and cute which is why everyone loved him. you knew it would never happen so you just ignored it and focused on your studies since you wanted boys to be the least of your concern.

“class is over in 20 minutes you know....there's no point of going now..lets skip” he said with a smirk grabbing your hand and dragging you around the school.

your eyes grew big after you let the boy lead you forgetting that this was real.

“wait wait wait wait.” you said causing him to stop moving.

“you don't even know me. and what if we get in trouble!” you shouted. yeonjun came up to you and cover your lips with his fingers in a hushing motions.

“well one, if you keep screaming like that we will get in trouble and two i dont have to know you because i want to get to know you.” he said with a wink as he went back to guiding you around the school.

at this point you continued and oblige; seeing no point in fighting. yeonjun brought you to your school’s garden and pulled up a stool for you to sit in. yeonjun then reached into his bag and gave you a honeybun to munch on assuming you were hungry since you rushed here. you took it with a defeated look and ate it happily which caused him to laugh. you talked for a while; simple introductions were giving and just a little small talk like as if you both were on a speed date.

“how did you know i was president?” you said quietly as yeonjun watered the flowers in the garden. even though he was a popular boy he also ran many clubs including, you guessed it the botanical garden club.

“well, why wouldn’t i? you have a big role in the school and you're hot so.” yeonjun said causing you to choke on the honeybun he had given you.

“w..what” you said quietly as he laughed looking over at you.

“you heard me” he said confidently.

you were about to respond when the bell for the next period rang. you stood up quickly and began to walk away, completely flustered by yeonjun’s actions.

“i um have to get to my next class cause you know school is important and education is great and you know the honeybun was great too and- im just gonna go see you a..around i guess bye” you rambled on causing you to run into multiple things while yeonjun laughed and sent you a quick wave.

“so he just said all that to you.” soobin, one of the members for student council said to you in disbelief. you shook your head quickly replaying what was happening over and over. he probably flirts with everyone but since you always found him attractive you were a little stunned by the actions. you and soobin sat down in the cafeteria for lunch. you, having a mental breakdown and him, laughing at your overdramatic nature.

“he probably does this with everyone though that's why im TRYING to ignore it but this is the first time a guy has talked to me like that since four years ago.” you mumbled loudly and put your head down on the table sighing.

“well its about to happen again.” soobin mumbled as you looked up to see yeonjun walking to you guys’ table.

“do you think if i stay completely still he wont see me?” you whispered to him causing him to laugh again.

“im not sure...im just glad i can live vicariously through you...wow God is good sometimes.” he said pulling out some papers for the council.

“hey y/n are you feeling better after your morning jog?” yeonjun said as you avoided eye contact with him. you were a little awkward to say the least.

“im fine thank you.” you sent him a sarcastic smile as he sat down next to you. your eyes widen at soobin in panic as he tried to hold in his laughter.

“is there something you need or...” you said quietly fidgeting with your fingers.

“oh? you dont want me around?” he said wiping fake tears.

“no its not that i want you to stay well i mean i don't have a problem- with you here i-i was just confused.” you rambled once again causing him to smile at you.

“lets hang out today like actually, not in the garden.” he said making eye contact with you.

“i think that's a GREAT idea!! y/n you have been saying how you wanted to go out more.” soobin said with a smirk causing you to kick his leg from under the table. he yelped in pain quieting down.

“you know what...sure” you said looking at yeonjun as his eyes twinkled at you.

“okay give me your phone.” he said putting his number in with the contact yeonjunnie before handing your phone back. “ill meet you after school” he said getting up and waving goodbye to you and soobin. soobin smirked at you saying how he had a feeling that this was gonna lead to something good.

and it did lead to something good. yeonjun had taken you to an arcade and it was a lot of fun. so you guys went out again, and again, and again. you started to really develop feelings for him but, you were sure it wouldn't work out because you guys are on totally different standings.

you were at home now sitting in your backyard with your feet in the pool. you sighed as you heard a knock on your backdoor and yeonjun came through. after three weeks of hanging out he had came over multiple times. your mom loved him already saying hes “the one.” you both did not really interact at school a lot just little conversation but nothing that would make people wonder.

yeonjun plopped next to you putting his feet in the pool as well as looking over at you. “what's wrong?” he said noticing your sad expression.

“its nothing..dont worry about it.” you said looking away from him. he caressed your face and made you look at him.

“no tell me y/n” he said looking at you with a look you have never seen before. it was hard to understand the look in his eye, it was like you were a prized possession to him.

“well im just scared...? i feel like i..“ you said pondering if you should tell him how you feel. how you feel about him.

“feel like what? you can tell me.” he said lovingly.

“i like you yeonjun. and i know you probably don't like me back because we are just so different and everyone would probably make fun of you because im not pop-“ you were stopped when yeonjun’s lips crashed into yours. you were shocked, eyes widened after he brought his other hand to hold your face but you felt yourself loving the kiss and closing your eyes. he kissed you softly, slowly and gently. it was delicate like he held back because he was afraid of hurting you.

he pulled away slowly opening his eyes and looking up at you. both of you guys feeling breathless after the kiss.

“i like you too y/n” he said looking at you. “i don't care about if you are popular or not or anything like that i think you are amazing” he said softly causing you to smile.

“and i want you to be mine. will you be mine?” he said looking up at you again and sliding a little bracelet on your hand. it was a simple chain with a small heart. you looked down at it smiling softly.

“yes i will.” you said happily as you brought him into a hug. he giggled to himself, yeonjun had not felt something like this in a long time. most of the people around him were superficial and only talked to him because he was popular but it was different with you. it felt real and he wanted to cherish that.

and with that you both started dating. you decided to keep it lowkey at school though, not wanting to disrupt the social hierarchy. yeonjun would meet you for lunch and sit with you and soobin and you guys would hang out after school either going out or at each other houses. you grew to really love yeonjun and couldn't imagine what would happen if he wasn't around.

you smiled to yourself thinking about everything that's been happening between you and yeonjun as you gathered your stuff from your locker between class changes. you felt someone come up next to you to see another well known boy at your school.

“hmm well, who knew miss president was cute.” he said to you while his friends behind him laughed. you gave an awkward smile and turned away hoping he’d just leave you alone.

“you hear me talking to you eh?” he said kind of forcefully as he closed your locker and came closer to you.

“um well thank you but i have a boyfriend so could you please..” you trailed off as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“he doesn't need to know” he whispered as you began to feel uncomfortable. you then felt some arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to them. you could tell it was yeonjun by his smell and the way he held you .

“hey is there something you need.” yeonjun said protectively glaring at the boy. you had never seen him so angry before.

“chill its not like she's yours or anything we were just talking right baby.” he said trying to come closer but yeonjun put you behind him and pushed the guy away.

“well she doesn't wanna talk to you i can assure you that and she is mine so back off kay.” he said getting closer to the boy. a teacher came and broke it up. everyone around you guys were staring in shock. yeonjun stormed off grabbing your hand as he took you to an empty classroom.

“well everyone knows now” you said trying to lighten the mood as yeonjun let out a small laugh. he walked up to you and rested his forehead on yours.

“sorry for getting mad.” he mumbled. you smiled at him ruffling his hair.

“its okay thank you for protecting me my love.” you said looking up at him.

“your love?” he repeated back which you nodded at. you did love yeonjun. even though it only been a short period of time it was like he was your soul mate or your twin flame. everything made sense when he was around; he always made you happy.

yeonjun smiled back at you pulling you into a kiss which you quickly reacted to. this one was more intense. one his hands rested on the desk while the other one was on the small of your back. you melted in the kiss as it made you and yeonjun’s worries completely eradicate, you both only focusing on eachother. you held his face as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. your hand went into his hair causing him to hum. you pulled away slowly as he followed your lips for another kiss cause you to smile.

“okay okay yeonjun were in school.” you blushed pulling away as he kissed down your neck and felt him giggle into it.

“i love you too y/n” he said looking up at you causing you both to smile.

thinking back on it, you were glad you had been late to school that day. if you had not things would have never been the same and your life wouldn't have been changed forever.

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fleckcmscott · 4 years

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Another Year

Summary: Arthur’s birthday is coming up. Y/N wants nothing more than to make it great.

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 3,892

A/N: This request came from the one-of-a-kind, fabulous @sweet-nothings04! Thank you for asking for this. I enjoyed writing it a lot!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open! Keep them coming!

Y/N hadn't realized how much she'd missed putting together birthday celebrations. Not until the unexpected serendipity of falling in love again. Her ex-husband had preferred not to make a big deal of them, had stated he hated getting older. (Considering he'd been in his twenties, she'd found that assertion silly.) As her father had slipped away, special events and gifts had gone by the wayside to focus on routines that wouldn't throw him off kilter. She'd been invited to her sister's and brother-in-law's parties but had only stayed for the hour or two she'd hired a sitter. And while she wasn't the most attentive aunt, she always ensured her nephews and nieces at least got a card and money for a treat.

From what she'd gathered, birthdays had never been an important facet of Arthur's life. That had become obvious upon learning his was 11/21/1946 by reading documents instead of from him. When she'd discovered he'd turned thirty-five and hadn't even told her. But unlike her ex, it wasn't because he didn't want them to be. It was due to neglect, isolation, and the inability to connect. As much sympathy as she had for Penny, for her own illnesses and suffering, for what had been done to her, the wounds she'd inflicted on her son hurt Y/N’s heart. There were so many lost years. She was determined to make-up for them by spoiling him.

The diner where Patricia and she often met for lunch was halfway between their two offices. A five- or six-minute walk for them both. Y/N arrived first. She sat at the white and gold Formica counter and perused the menu. (Though she'd already decided to get her usual pastrami on wheat, garlic pickle, and coleslaw.) Patricia strolled in as the waitress jotted down Y/N's order, and told the young lady she'd have whatever Y/N was having.

They caught up quickly. The Wayne Foundation case was going to have a preliminary hearing in three weeks. Y/N couldn't have rolled her eyes harder. ("Thank god I won't be there. They'd have to drag me off the stand.") Patricia listened with interest while Y/N went on about a dispute involving break violations at Ace Chemicals. And Patricia invited her to stop by the office soon, claiming Matt had realized he'd been stupid to let her quit. ("I'm sure he misses me being a pain in his ass.")

Y/N was picking at the crust of her sandwich when she changed the subject. “I need a favor.”

Patricia arched a brow at her. “Is this going to involve me lugging boxes of files to your apartment?”

“Only if you want the workout.” Chuckling, Y/N shook her head. “Arthur’s birthday is next Saturday. You bake the best cakes. If I’m left to my own devices, he’s going to get something out of a Universal Foods’ box.”

“Mine are out of a box. I just modify the directions and make my own frosting.” Patricia used the rest of her bread to sop up her coleslaw’s dressing. “How old did you say he’s going to be? Thirty-five?”

“Thirty-six.”

Swallowing her last bite, Patricia quirked up the corner of her lips. “I still owe you for running those supplies to the office when my foot was broken. What kind does he like?”

Y/N hugged her tight across the shoulders. After a short discussion, they decided on chocolate with vanilla cream frosting - a safe choice. It would be small, since it was only for the two of them. Arthur had a job the day before. That would allow her to take it home without him seeing. She’d just have to keep him away from the fridge the rest of the evening.

They talked about the other things Y/N had in-store for him, the reservation, the gifts. She giggled, pleased at having successfully hidden it all from him so far. “You’re putting a lot of work into this,” Patricia said. “What did you do last year?”

“I didn’t know about it last year. He didn’t mention it.” Though Patricia was already aware of some of Arthur’s past, Y/N had kept the details to a minimum. She tried to think of an elaboration, one that respected his privacy but was honest. She started in on her pickle. “With Penny being sick - with everything he was going through...”

Sipping her coffee, Patricia spun her stool to face Y/N fully. “You don’t need to say anymore. I remember. It was hard for you both.”

The empathy in Patricia’s gaze prompted a smile. And reminded Y/N how grateful she was for a friend who was frank but unjudgmental. “Back then, he thought needing or wanting anything from me was a bother. But he’s getting better at letting me love him.” Y/N put a hand on her chest. “And now he’ll never need to mention it. It’s locked in here for good.”

~~~~~

Yesterday had left Arthur in a funk. One that showed signs of adhering to his brain the way flies had stuck to the tape he’d had to hang from the ceiling of his old apartment every spring. He’d spent close to twelve hours dancing and waving a “Store Closing! Everything 50-70% off!” placard in front of Dave’s Pleasure Emporium in Gotham Square. (The city must really be fucked if its denizens’ finances were shitty enough that adult shops were shutting down.) It had been his least favorite gig in months. But the slow season was coming on, and the pay had been decent.

The dull ache in his lower spine, radiating to his hip, had made it harder than usual to sleep. And soreness was seeping from familiar spots to sinews he’d forgotten were there. Even the tips of his toes hurt. Two more ibuprofen tablets and acetaminophen went down easily. Carefully, not wanting to rouse her, he removed Y/N’s hand from his stomach, wincing as he shifted onto his left side to alleviate the pressure on his right.

Thirty-five was too old for this. While he loved performing for children, he should have made it as a comic by now. And he should have finished school. He’d be able to do more than be on his feet all day, then. Have more options. Opportunities...

Or maybe he simply shouldn’t have taken that particular job.

The ability to stop catastrophizing, adjust his way of thinking, was new. And rare. He made a mental note to write today’s accomplishment in his journal and share it at his next appointment. The therapist would be impressed with him. Dozing, he thought his funk might abate after all.

It could have been five or fifty minutes later when he felt the comforter being dragged down. Heard the zip of the shades being rolled up. But he was in that snug state between wakefulness and slumber and refused to react. Then there was a pinch on his chin, a light weight on his scalp. “What are you doing?” he mumbled gravelly.

“It’s someone’s special day today,” Y/N said.

Oh. That’s right. He was thirty-six now.

Squinting in the bright sunlight filtering through their sheer curtains, he propped himself on his forearm. She was half-reclined next to him, draped in a short, black nightdress. The one she found a tad tawdry but he liked. He rubbed his eyes, his forehead. Thin cardboard stopped him when he reached his hair. His fingers followed it, found it tapered into a point.

A party hat. She’d gotten him a party hat. He couldn’t hold back his snort.

In his line of work, birthdays were for kids. He’d stopped caring about his own as a teenager. Penny had seemingly been glad he was around. But she never remembered. Hell, he’d had to remind her of her own. But the last acknowledgment of it, the last one before meeting Y/N, had been by a teacher. He’d gotten an extra five minutes of recess and escaped punishment for inappropriate laughter for the day.

This was his first birthday with a person who saw and loved him. Understood who he was. Knew he was more than some image projected onto him. A person who appeared thrilled he existed and to be in his life. As a husband. Every sit-com and film he’d watched had clued him in: wives deemed them important. They hid gifts, cooked special meals, sneaked around arranging parties. There hadn’t been any sneaking on Y/N’s part, none that he could detect. He wondered what she could have planned.

The kneading of her thumb in the hollow of his hip, briefs slung too low as usual, gave him a good idea of her plan for this morning. The entangling of their legs confirmed it. “I got donuts. Coffee’s ready.”

“You, um-“ He cleared his throat, closed his eyes at the brush of her thigh against his length. Which was getting harder with each touch of her lips to the crook of his neck. “You didn’t make breakfast?”

“No.” Her chuckle was throaty, full of desire. “I wasn’t going to torture you with burnt eggs.” She was pulling at his biceps, trying to get him to settle over her. “Let’s work up your appetite, Mr. Fleck.”

But he flinched and halted her movements. The painkillers hadn't kicked in yet. His muscles burned. "We'll get to it later," he promised between languid, lingering kisses. The kind that made him feel safe. Loved. Famished for her. She guided him onto his stomach, stroked him affectionately. Breaths mingling, they chatted lazily until they both cooled off.

Once his stomach started rumbling, Y/N insisted they get up, despite his protestations that he wasn't hungry. That staying under the covers with her for hours would be fun. That they could eat in bed, crumbs be damned. His back would get worse if he continued laying like that, she told him. He needed to stretch and move. Although he grumbled, his experiences with injuries, whether from overwork, assholes, or sleeping on a couch most of his life, had taught him she was right.

Following a cigarette on the fire escape, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a mug, and did a double-take at the round table in the dining nook. He approached it in disbelief. He tensed as he ran his hand along the rectangular gifts and their shiny red paper. Squeezed the puffy, tan winter coat. Fingered the silver ribbon tied to the chair, dangling from an aluminum helium balloon. The lump in his throat forced a short laugh. But he didn't cover his mouth, not having to hide from her. He shook his head, wiping at the sudden wetness in his eyes. "All this is for me?" He did his best to sound normal.

"No. They're for my other husband, Carnival." She came behind him, hugged him around his torso and splayed her fingers on his chest. "You may have met him. Has a penchant for making balloon animals? Wears pants with the cutest patch on his bottom?" He grasped her forearm, held her tight to him as his shoulders shook with mirth.

It wasn't yet eight o'clock. And the day was already shaping up to be one of his favorites.

~~~~~

At the vanity on Arthur's side of the bed, Y/N was attempting to create the perfect oval eye with brown liner. The wide smile creeping onto her face wasn't making it easy. But it couldn't be helped. Everything had gone wonderfully so far. Had more than met her expectations. She hoped his had been met, too.

She'd been badgering him to get a winter coat since last Christmas. (His teeth had chattered almost the entire time they'd stood outside to watch Gotham's Christmas parade. The hot chocolate from a vendor hadn't done much good. A long bath had been necessary to finally warm him up.) The one she'd picked out fit him well, and he'd seemed to like it, hanging it by the door next to his tan jacket. And she'd known he was attached to his trusty, foil razor. But it was over fifteen years old, taped together, and on its way out. The new one had a rechargeable battery. He wouldn't be tethered to the outlet over the sink if he wanted to move around a bit.

The twitch of his nostrils, his hitched breath as he'd whispered, "Thank you," had compelled her to kneel next to his chair. The poignancy of his reaction had affected her keenly. Hollowed out her core and filled it with compassion and love. He'd frowned and wiped his nose with the back of his knuckles. "Sorry," he'd scoffed, glistening eyes darting to hers. "I don't mean to be weird."

"You're not, Arthur." She'd gently removed his black and red polka-dotted party hat, set it on the table. "You're being you."

After a quick lunch, they'd leisurely strolled arm-in-arm through the neighborhood, including a visit to the nearby park. Arthur had wanted to stop into the used record shop three or four blocks away. She'd caressed up and down his back, observing his content visage as he flipped through the LPs. It was lovely to see him treat himself to a couple without hesitating to worry about the cost for too long. At home, he'd settled on the floor by the record player and put them on. He must have been feeling better, because he'd kept his earlier promise: they'd made love on the carpet. Unhurried, sweet, and giggling like idiots.

The opening of the bathroom door broke her out of her reverie. She started blotting her darker-than-usual red lipstick with a tissue. "It was nice of Patricia to get me aftershave," he said.

She smoothed the lines of her champagne color, mid-length dress, adjusted its petal sleeves, then twisted around just as he entered the bedroom. Her movements halted. Would his handsomeness, his beauty, ever fail to stun her? Gaze roaming his slender form, she stared at him. He'd only worn his black and brown oxfords seldomly, saving them for special occasions. The wrinkled white socks didn't match his black pants, but they paired well with him.

It was the teal button-up, patterned with white circles of various opacities and sizes, that caused her to need a few seconds to process his remark. It'd hung in the corner of his old living room; she'd eyed it in their closet since he'd moved in. It was such a contrast to his usual conservative clothing. Quite unlike him, she'd assumed. But seeing him standing there in it, the way it complimented his lithe figure and brought out the light green of his irises, made him look a little less withdrawn, she realized she'd been mistaken.

"She thought it'd suit your new shaver." He gave a gentle hum in response, bashful smile appearing. Such gestures were unfamiliar to him. Eventually, they'd become such an integral part of his life he'd grow tired of them. Y/N would make sure of that. The idea prompted a grin and she stepped around the bed to approach him. "You look great. Are you ready?"

“Yeah.” The crook of his mouth, the furrow of his forehead alerted her to his nervousness. He rubbed the back of his neck, flitted his look to hers. “It sounds fancy.”

She kissed him soundly and he eased into her embrace. “You don’t have to impress me,” she said. “You already did that. Use whichever fork you want.”

The restaurant was in Gotham’s Little Italy district, only a block or two from Chinatown. Y/N had never been to Bamonte’s but her colleagues had given it good reviews. (One had said he and his wife went there every anniversary.) Arthur gaped when they went inside. She watched him survey the lavish, red curtains decorating the walls; the dim lanterns suspended from the ceiling; the faux-marble floor. Huffing, he turned to her, concern clear on his face. She grasped his elbow. “It’s all right. You belong here as much as anyone else.”

The maitre’d led them to a secluded table, behind its own drawn back drapes in the rear corner of the smoking section. Arthur traced the edges of the three lit, tulip-shaped votive holders. Caressed the cream color tablecloth as he sat in the fabric covered chair. An anxious chuckle left him and he smoothed his palm over his thigh. “I hope I don’t spill anything.”

Y/N assisted Arthur with the menu, explaining some of the more exotic-to-him dishes. He was interested in the antipasto, which wasn’t unexpected, since he always kept a jar of olives in the fridge. The gnocchi with tomatoes, spinach, fresh basil, and mozzarella was what he thought sounded best. She chose an old favorite, chicken in a mushroom and white wine sauce and a Caesar salad on the side. Arthur picked the least expensive Moscato on the wine list. When the bottle was opened and left on the table, he blinked at it, then shrugged and filled their glasses.

After a couple of sips, he crossed his legs and puffed on his cigarette. “I wrote a new joke. Well, I really just changed an old one.” He reached across the table to graze across the back of her hand. “Why didn’t the old man like having insomnia?”

Her eyelids fluttered, his gossamer touch setting her aflame. She ran her toes along his calf, his resulting twitch causing her to giggle in delight. “He wanted to sleep with his wife?”

Dark brows shot up in surprise, his eyes lighting up. Their fingers laced together. “How did you know?”

Leaning forward, she traced his crow's feet, prominent due to his beaming smile. Then her touch drifted to his jawline. “It was the first joke you ever told me," she murmured. "How could I forget?” Clutching her hand, he pressed a kiss to her wrist. He held her to his lips, hard enough to feel his teeth. And he grew quiet. “What is it?” she asked after a minute.

His eyelids shut. She could feel his pulse quicken together with hers. “I- I wanna sleep with you forever,” he breathed.

Out of anyone else’s mouth, she would have taken that to mean sex. From him, however, she knew it meant mountains more. Adoration welling in her chest, her fingertips weaved into his loose, chestnut curls. “You will.”

~~~~~

Once, in high school, Arthur had gotten a hold of some grass. It was supposed to induce giddiness and euphoria, make a person relax. God knows he could have used it back then; Penny had started declining and he’d had to learn to run a household. Plus, he’d thought at the time, it’d make him one of the guys. All the cool kids were doing it. Maybe he’d be able to connect with one and learn how to be popular. But all it had done was make him nauseous and paranoid. There hadn’t been one iota of the “high” he’d imagined. He’d thrown it out and never tried it again.

Now he wondered: was it possible to be high on a person? To be drunk on their presence? To feel their essence down to the cell? Necking on the sofa with Y/N, their coffee forgotten on the coffee table, he figured it must be. Enraptured, he wanted to capture her ragged breaths, take her into his lungs, make her a perpetual part of his being. Perhaps he’d stay happy naturally, then, like everyone else. Even if that didn’t work, she’d always be close.

Giggling, she pushed him off her and headed towards the kitchen. “Wait here. No peeking.”

Laughing softly, Arthur pushed his hair out of his face. She’d already gotten him gifts. Let him make love to her. Taken him to an eatery where he was totally out of place and managed to make it comfortable. What else could she possibly do? Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. He eagerly followed at the call of his name.

The loveliest cake he’d ever seen was on the counter. Dark chocolate shavings embellished its round border. And it was the perfect size for the two of them. Y/N was rushing to light a mass of candles on it. “Quick, make a wish before wax drips onto the frosting.”

He mused for a moment. He no longer needed to pine for daydreams and delusions of companionship - he had Y/N. In spite of the icons his mother had had in every room of their apartment, he’d long ago stopped praying to what he suspected was nothing for his conditions and illnesses to go away. Then it occurred to him. Bending to blow out the candles, he wished for his innate comedic gifts to be recognized. To be validated as the stand-up he knew he was. And to provide for Y/N. To be what she needed. To make her happy.

Although he was grateful for Patricia’s thoughtfulness, and he knew Y/N’s baking wasn’t better than his own, part of him had wanted her to be the one who made the cake. But he tried to push that aside and appreciate it regardless. The slice she gave him was far too generous. He ate it all, anyway, because it was delicious. The sponge was fluffy. And the chocolate could actually be detected, instead of a vague, sugary flavor. The frosting tasted finer than that on the grocery store bakery cupcakes he’d sampled in the past.

As he was rinsing off the cutlery, Y/N saddled up beside him and held out a bright purple envelope, inscribed with “Happy Birthday!” in her pretty longhand. He leaned his hip against the counter as he grasped it, intentionally brushing his hand against hers. Gingerly, he lifted the flap and pulled out the card.

The cardstock was a vibrant gold and white. Two mugs, one green and labeled, “Yours,” one pink and labeled, “Mine” sat on sketched coasters. The shiny purple letters underneath proclaimed, “You get me. I get you.” Pressing his thin lips together, he opened it. And sighed when he read the rest: “Hope you know how happy that makes me.”

One of his wishes had already come true.

The elation coursing through his veins made him shudder. He nearly missed the stiff papers that fell from the envelope. Y/N retrieved them and gently placed them in his palm. A wide smile spread across his cheeks as he read aloud. “‘Gotham Pops presents A Night with Gershwin?’” He double-checked the date. “These are for New Year’s Eve.”

She nodded. “I snagged them as soon as they went on sale. They’re orchestra seats.” Then she squeezed him flush to her side, bumped her nose to his. “Don’t think I haven’t heard you sing to yourself in the tub.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, eyes tracing the diamond pattern of the grey, linoleum floor. “I thought I was quieter.”

“I’m glad you weren’t.” Enthusiastically, her lips pulled at his before she grinned up at him. “Did you have a happy birthday? Was it worth getting older?”

Arthur’s answer came without delay. “Yes.” There wasn’t a way to explain what it meant to him, to explain that she helped him feel good to be alive. How full his heart was. That she patched cracks in his soul he hadn’t known existed. He longed to do the same for her. He cupped her jaw on either side, guiding her to his mouth and rasping, “I don’t mind getting older with you.”

~~~~~

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toocool2btrue · 4 years

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Good Intentions Gone Wrong...

Katie was at home, feeling quite miserable because she had caught a terrible flu and much to her annoyance. Lance along with the rest of her family had strictly insisted that she should take a few days off and rest. Lance had left for work with a heavy heart, not wanting to leave his ill wife alone but he had an important meeting that day and Katie was quite persistent, on him going to work.

"Go or else you are gonna spend the entire day fussing over me and make me go crazy." she had complained in a hoarse voice that morning but by afternoon, as Lance turned on his phone after the meeting. He smiled, finding ten missed calls from his beloved wife.

"How are you feeling?" he immediately questioned as Katie picked up the phone. There was a stubborn pause on her end before she spoke, "I am fine but try to come home early" she pleaded which was followed by a series of coughs.

"Miss me?" he teased, seizing the golden opportunity. He could imagine Katie rolling her eyes at the other end before she replied,

"Yes.. I do. Please just come home soon"

Lance's smile grew wider, "Do you regret kicking out your doting husband this morning?" he added. Pidge angrily sniffed from the other line, "You know what! Don't you dare come home tonight. Sleep at the Garrison today!" she threatened to which Lance nervously chuckled

"Easy there, Honey. I am coming. Do you want anything?" Lance asked, packing his stuff. There was a thoughtful pause from Pidge's side, "Well...."

Among the requests of getting more coffee, a big jar of peanut butter and chicken soup was the request of picking up her work tablet from her office. Lance knowing he was already in hot water couldn't protest much to the last one and so he dutifully made his way to Katie's office.

Despite them being married for 3 years now, Lance alongside Colleen wasn't allowed in Katie's lab or office. Despite his curiosity, he never argued much on this matter. Katie usually had a good reason behind her decisions and hence he silently accepted it.

"So what's the password? Is it my birthday?" Lance wondered as Katie snorted. "Sure..so that any random person who knows your birthday can hack into my office"

Lance pouted, "You are so unromantic.." he muttered to which Katie giggled in amusement.

"It's a pity but since you are now stuck with me so there is nothing we can do about it"

"So how do I get in then? Should I get Matt?" He questioned.

"No you don't need to get Matt. Just place your right hand on the scanner, the door will open. I added your fingerprints from the database in case of an emergency" she explained.

"Awww you do love me" he teased, his heart fluttering. "I thought it was quite obvious when I promised to spend the rest of my life with you. Let me tell you it's not an easy task at times" she shot back.

"Ha ha ha.." Lance laughed mockingly, rolling his eyes. "You should not be the one talking. If you had listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't have this cold"

Much to Lance's triumph, he had won this round as Katie muttered a quick whatever before ending the call.

When Lance entered Katie's office, he suddenly became well aware of the 'good reason' because of which he was forbidden from it. It looked like it had been hit by an earthquake or tornado or perhaps a disastrous combination of both. Everything was in complete disarray and Lance couldn't walk two steps without stepping over crumpled papers or tripping over discarded parts of prototypes.

Her table wasn't any better, it was scattered with various design sheets, important documents and in the very corner lay her work tablet. Lance carefully made his way towards the table and grabbed the tablet. He was about to make his way out of the disastrous office but his fingers itched, even though he had initially intended to go home to Pidge as soon as possible but his heavy conscious wasn't letting his feet move.

Lance placed the tablet in its original place again as he started to pick up things from the floor. Lance rolled up the sleeves of his Garrison uniform, it was going to be a lot of work but he smiled thinking it would be a nice surprise for Pidge to find a much cleaner office when she comes back to work.

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Lance was halfway done with the cleaning when Matt Holt arrived at his sister's office. Matt Holt was the only one who had full access to all of his sister's projects and even office so Lance wasn't quite surprised by the sudden visit but Matt surely was.

Matt casually sauntered into the office, partly surprised to find his brother in law still at work. His brows furrowed in confusion as he paused to survey the room and slowly a terrified look crept on his face as he was witnessing a crime scene rather than spring cleaning.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Matt cried out suddenly, grabbing the other man's attention. Lance blinked at him innocently, still holding onto files he had been busy arranging.

"What does it look like? This place was a mess and I thought I might clean it up a bit" he explained, not understanding the worried look on Matt's face.

Matt sighed, shaking his head sadly. "You know...I really liked you as a part of our family. It's truly sad that our time together has come to an end"

"Farewell, bro in law" Matt whispered, patting Lance's back. "What are you talking about?" Lance questioned, now feeling concerned as well.

"Pidge is going to kill you" Matt stated gravely.

"Why?" Lance questioned, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Because you messed up with her setting!" Matt cried out, wildly gesturing to the more organized office.

"What setting?! This place looked like it was hit by a natural disaster!" Lance defended himself to which Matt nodded in understanding.

"Sure to an ordinary eye it seems so but in reality everything was chaotically organized according to her. She could have easily picked out even a single piece of paper from this mess but now she won't be able to because you rearranged it all….she is definitely going to kill you" Matt repeated.

"She isn't going to kill me. She loves me" Lance stated, trying to assure himself.

"Yeah I thought so too till one day I tried to make her room more organized before she came back from science camp. Sometimes that day still haunts me in my dreams…" Matt whispered dramatically with a distant look in his eyes.

"But if you don't believe me. You can just call her and ask if it's alright that you cleaned up her office." Matt urged with a daring smirk gracing his face.

Lance gulped, taking out as his phone. "Uh..hey Honey. Just wanted to check up on you"

"Hey.." came Katie's tired reply. "Were you taking a nap? Did I disturb you?" he questioned, worriedly.

"No no you didn't disturb me" Katie assured softy before her voice rose dangerously high, "It's the neighbor's stupid dog! He has been barking so loudly for the past half an hour because of which I can't sleep and when I called her to complain about it. She started saying that Bae Bae is more obnoxious than her dog. That made my blood boil, how dare she compare Bae Bae to him. If only I could get out of bed, I would show her who she is messing with!" Katie growled angrily.

Katie coughed violently before continuing, "This is one of the worst days ever and that would be saying something since I was part of intergalactic war. I swear one more bad thing and I might just end up killing someone today"

Lance gulped briefly glancing at Matt before turning back to Katie, "Take it easy there Pidge, I am coming home and then we'll deal with the neighbor and her dog. Also any other snack you would like?"

"No, I am good. See you soon" Katie hung up. Lance placed the phone back in his pocket and turned towards Matt again looking slightly pale.

"Well then I'll start preparing for your funeral" Matt declared, heading towards the door but was immediately stopped by Lance.

"You have to help me. Aside from Katie you are the only one who comes here and would know where these things originally belonged" Lance pleaded.

Matt frowned, "Well I do have the general idea and perhaps we can wing the rest of it and pray that she doesn't notice it but-"

"But?" Lance cut him off.

"I have a very important meeting in two hours and I still have to complete my presentation for it.." Matt added moving towards the door yet again.

"No you can't leave!" Lance protested but Matt shrugged, "I am sorry dude but I really have to go.."

Lance sighed sadly taking a seat, he covered his face with his hands in defeat, "You know Matt. Don't share this with anyone but I always considered myself to be a lot to you than to my actual brothers. We have so many things in common and get to spend a lot of time together. I didn't get to do that with my actual older brothers and that's why I feel so lucky to have you and I always thought that when me and Katie would have our first kid. We would name him after you"

"You did?" Matt questioned. Lance cautiously removed one finger from his eyes to glance at his brother in law before nodding slowly.

"I did but I guess it's not going to be happening now…." he forlornly stated. "Anyway you should head back to work. I don't want to waste your anymore of your time"

"Screw the meeting! And let's get to work" Matt declared to which Lance laughed nervously, at this rate him and Katie would need to have triplets as their first borns.

The End

Will Katie ever find out?😏

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s-trawberryv-eins · 4 years

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We’ll Keep You Safe

NOT MY GIF

We’ll Keep You Safe

Vals 400 writing challenge – prompt: “If you pass out I’m not going to catch you.”

Summary: Sibling bonding in the workshop takes a turn when Caroline gets sick.

Please read here before reading!

Stark!OC x Peter Parker x Morgan Stark

Warnings: Illness, super minor angst, FLUFF

Word count: 1755

A/N: This is my questionable entry for @valkyriesrydes writing challengeE!!! Thanks for letting me enter about two minutes ago, I love stress. Huge thanks to @crushedbyhyperbole for fixing my mistakes ;) I was tempted to write this as a reader insert but I decided to keep it within the Caroline Stark Series. Hope that’s okay with all my 3 fans! Enjoy :)

AVENGERS COMPOUND

THE STARK WORKSHOP

Caroline remembers the day she met Peter as if it was yesterday. The day she really met him; as Tony's daughter, not as a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee. It’d surprised her how upset Parker had been upon discovering Caroline was Tony’s. Pepper had explained their relationship after in incident in Berlin, but she couldn't really understand it then. At 18, she thought it unfair that whilst she lived under a fake name, hiding in the shadows, her father was all but publicly claiming the boy he'd known for two minutes.

An uncharacteristic bitterness ran through her veins, and she'd refused to meet him. Tony confessed that he would’ve told Peter of her true parentage, had she been willing, but the doctor took her frustrations out on the boy despite it being obvious her upset was really with her father.

It’d had taken some time for Caroline and Tony to actually talk about the problem. Pepper had forced the two to sit down and talk it through.

“I know what I sound like Dad, okay? I know that I'm kept a secret for a reason, I get it. But it hurts! To see you out there, like father and son, with a kid you've known for 2 minutes! I can’t even post a picture of us on my Instagram, yet you two are the headline of every newspaper in New York."

He'd been speechless at first, kicking himself for not understanding what his daughter struggled to say. Taking his hands in hers, he promised to fix the problem.

If only he’d had the time.

“We could add an override? Like, in case she's in real trouble?”

“I toyed around with the idea, but if it fell into the wrong hands? I don’t think she needs it. I’ll control the suit, she’ll have basic autonomy, but it'll be myself and FRIDAY doing the work.”

Peter and Caroline were playing with the idea of an in-case-of-emergencies suit for Morgan. It was armour more than anything, a way to keep her safe if she ever found herself in danger.

“I wanna shoot bad guys.” Peter ruffled the young girl’s hair with a laugh, crouching down to her height.

“What’s your superhero name gonna be? You’ll need to think of one.” Upon realising that she had an important task, Morgan raced over to her desk - the one Caroline had created for her one day after a fall from a stool resulted in a trip to the med bay for stitches. Morgan had slept in her little workshop that very first night, sat on her chair with her head resting on her desk amongst her stationary and Morgan-friendly tools. Even now, it was difficult to pull her away.

“What's your superhero name Caroline?” Morgan appeared distracted as she asked, but Peter seemed interested by her answer.

“I don’t really know, actually. The Doctor seems to have stuck with the media; the team call me Doc, I guess they got it from that? I’m not…” Pausing mid-sentence, Caroline pressed her fingers to her temples, wincing as she did. Having woken with a small headache, she’d taken some paracetamol and forgotten about it. It seemed to be worsening, an ever-present thumping pain at the forefront of her head.

“You good, Care?” Parker’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she nodded quickly.

“FRIDAY, do you have Mo’s measurements?” The holographic screen the AI produced displayed a digital scan of the smallest Stark and allowed them to run the first mark of her suit.

“Baby come here a minute please?" Caroline summoned Morgan with a wince, the pain in her head almost unbearable.

Peter began to attach the nano-sensors to the girls skin. One on each temple, one on her back, and one on each hand. Sticky and cold, Morgan squealed playfully at the sensation. Once the sensors were attached, the doctor would be able to have the nanotech suit form around Morgan's frame, allowing her and Peter to adapt it and configure it as they saw fit.

“It tickles!” The little girl giggled as the suit formed around her, but Caroline didn't hear her sister. Turned away from the younger Stark and Spider-Man with her head in her hands, she struggled to concentrate on her surroundings. Peter watched over Morgan, as did the AI who continued to monitor her vitals and the nanotech itself.

“Care?” Peter’s voice was soft as he spoke, excitement lacing his tone due to the progression of their project. When he didn't receive an answer, he turned to face her. "Caroline? Hey!” Still nothing.

Bouncing round to face her, he placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to gain a response.

“HEY! You need to lie down or something?” Snapping her head up at the sudden closeness of his voice, she forced a laugh and shook her head.

“No! Just a little headache.” The lie came easily; the 'little headache’ she was experiencing felt more like what one would expect to feel if they’d been hit in the head with Mjolnir.

“If you pass out I’m not catching you." Though Peter’s words were playful, the look in his eyes was one of concern. After the two had cleared the air regarding her identity, they'd quickly formed a sibling-like relationship. In truth, he'd found a sister in both Stark girls. There was a sadness that lurked sometimes, knowing that they didn't come together as the family they were until after Tony died. Peter and Caroline visited him sometimes, together. They’d sit, leave flowers, and tell stories of their recent adventures. The team knew of their visits and would always know what they needed when they returned home. Caroline liked tea and quiet company, usually in the form of Bucky or Wanda. Peter tended to seek Morgan out straight away, needing the distraction minding a child would bring.

“Whatever, Parker.” Smiling at him despite the pain, she couldn’t help but bite at his words.

“Mo? How ya feeling?” The metal that covered the girls body was grey; they'd style it later, they'd been provided with very specific instructions in that department.

“I like it! Do I get lasers? And blasters? Or webs?!" The older Stark sister had thought of keeping the whole project a secret but figured it'd be something fun to do with Morgan. How she wished she’d kept it under wraps.

“I can do lasers. That's it.” Peter’s eyes grew wide at her words, the wink he received not doing a great deal for his nerves.

"Peter, can you help her out of the suit and upload the mark?” Caroline headed to the other side of the room where she’d been assembling a bracelet to store the sensors in. Morgan would wear it at all times, and whenever FRIDAY was alerted, she'd activate the bracelet, thus rendering Morgan a little safer.

Maximoff had designed the bracelet. With an eye for pretty things, she was far better suited for the task. All Caroline had to do was weave the sensors into the piece of jewellery and have Morgan promise not to take it off. Peter removed the sensor pads from Morgan's’s skin and handed them to Caroline to extract them.

“What colours do you want?” Peter sat down with Morgan and let the girl play around with the colour features, allowing the doctor to concentrate.

Grabbing a pair of tweezers, Caroline squinted as she tried to remove the tiny pieces of tech. The pounding in her head seemed to worsen, her vision suddenly blurring. Reaching out to the desk in front of her, she grabbed on to try and steady herself, the room spinning around her.

“FRI?”

“Mr Parker, Miss Stark is in need of assistance.” It barely took him a second to leap to his feet.

“Contact Dr Cho, tell her to meet me in the med bay now.”

The colour had drained from Caroline’s face and her eyes were screwed shut by the time Peter reached her.

“I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

She turned to Peter weakly and was about to respond when her vision blurred further, and her knees gave way. Unable to even brace herself for impact, she whimpered as fear shot through her.

Peter never let her hit the ground, of course. Scooping the doctor into his arms, he scolded her softly for her refusal to take care of herself.

“C’mon, Care. Why’d you lie? Is it your head?” Peter fussed, but her only reply was a mumbled apology and a grimace.

“FRIDAY? Get Barnes there too? He’ll wanna see her. Come on Morgan, Caroline’s kinda sick so we need to take her to the med bay.” Morgan ran alongside the Avenger, giving her sister a once over before running off to find Helen.

“Doctor Cho! Caroline fell over!” Her voice echoed quietly through the halls as she ran off, Peter laughing at her childlike view of the situation.

"You can't do this. I know it’s just a migraine or something, but we need you, ya know? An- and-“ sighing as he tripped over his words, the Parker boy grew frustrated "-and you can’t do this! Me and Morgan need you!”

Cho was waiting, the med bay doors open for their arrival. Peter followed Helen's directions, laying her down where he was told to. Bucky was there, requesting a grown-up explanation of the situation; Morgan’s version not quite cutting it (although he'd never tell her that). The boy was visibly shaken but calmed significantly when Barnes sat with him a while, talking him down from his anxiety-ridden state.

Caroline whimpered in pain as Helen inserted a needle into the crook of her arm, but she quietened as the pain meds entered her bloodstream. Consciousness gave way to sleep as her brain grew heavier, and she didn’t fight it.

Eyes fluttered open but shut tightly when greeted with a bright light. A squeeze to her hand brought her attention to her right, where Bucky sat with a gentle smile on his face. No words were spoken, he simply kept his grip on her hand and returned to the book that lay in his lap.

“Caroline?” Parker's voice came from the left, her attention drifting there instead. “I’m glad you’re okay. I‘m sorry for snapping at you.” His words seemed to be filled with guilt, a guilt she didn't deem at all necessary.

With bright eyes - a little hazy from the medication - and a lazy smile, she reached out for his hand.

“I passed out and you caught me.”

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starlightinhumanform · 4 years

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The Art of Love: Chapter 13

Fandom: She Ra (2018)

Ship: Glimadora

Summary: Glimmer finally answers Adora’s text and gets to spend some quality Mom-Daughter time with Angella because they deserve it 😤

Warnings (for this chapter): Some descriptions of anxious thoughts (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: Updates have really slowed down on this fic simply due to the current conditions of the world but I’m very excited for the future of this fic and I appreciate your continued support through all the ups and downs 🖤🖤 Love you all 🖤✨

Ao3 The Art of Love Masterpost Fic Masterpost Fic Request Info

Hey I was wondering how you were? Lmao I sound like a grandma but really. You seemed kinda out of it today and I wanted to make sure you were doing alright (it’s probably cuz I kept you up working on the dumb project all night lol) so yeah just wanted to check in cuz we didn’t really get to talk today :)

The first thing that struck Glimmer about the text was the fact that Adora had written her an entire paragraph. The second thing that hit her was that the entire said paragraph was all basically to ask how she was. It was silly and overly concerned and so very Adora. Nobody else would do something so sweet and manage to make it so ridiculous at that same time.

A wave of relief washed over Glimmer. So Adora wasn’t asking about Elizabeth and hadn’t mentioned anything about Glimmer’s crush. Glimmer could remain safe in her little bubble as long as Adora stayed within her own lines of ignorance. That would only last so long, however. For all she knew, that bubble had already popped.

Glimmer realized with a start that it was quite possible that Adora was simply leading up to that point, too polite to confront her right off the bat. Just wanted to check in... we didn’t really get to talk today.

Either Adora actually was just asking her what was up, or she wanted to “talk” to her. Glimmer wasn’t sure which option was more terrifying. Given how their past conversations had gone, Glimmer had absolutely no confidence in her ability to talk to anyone, let alone to someone she was crushing on- let alone to Adora.

She chewed her lip for a second, unsure of what to do. If Adora was still clueless and she started confessing to something Adora was completely unaware of, it would be worse than Elizabeth confessing it for her.

She thought of Adora, chilling at home, probably working away on some assignment like the nerd that she was. Glimmer started giggling at the idea of Adora pausing for a moment because she got a text and it was just Glimmer screaming: YES I HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON YOU EVERYTHING ELIZABETH SAID WAS TRUE ALSO WOULD YOU LIKE TO RUN AWAY WITH ME AND START A SHEEP FARM IN THE NETHERLANDS???

Yeah, ok so that option was not going to happen. She should probably just play it cool, like a normal person texting their normal friend. Her brain felt the need to interject: Yeah right- “normal person,“ that’s you. The little voice continued: “Normal friend”- that’s a funny way to put it.

Suddenly another wave hit Glimmer, and this one felt like an entire brick wall crumbing on top of her. Except it was good. It felt soft and warm and made Glimmer feel like maybe, just maybe, things would be ok. The sensation spread up from her toes and erupted in her chest until it reached the very tips of her fingers. It made her stretch her legs out and reach backwards with her arms until they were fully extended because it filled her heart up so much, she couldn’t contain it all in her small form.

Because even if Glimmer wasn’t as close to Adora as she wanted, they were friends. At least, that’s where things were hopefully pointing to. Was it perfect? No. Was it everything Glimmer wanted and more? Obviously not. But was it good? God, yes. It was something Glimmer had never thought was possible; it was something she had been actively trying not to pursue out of the conviction that it would all go wrong and she would get hurt. But this didn’t hurt. Not in the slightest.

Riding on the euphoria, she typed out a quick response:

I’m good. And yeah sorry I was pretty tired today lol Weaver has destroyed my sleep schedule. Also you sound like you ACTUALLY want me to talk to you?? How absolutely scandalous???

Glimmer let her feet swing back and forth, heels kicking against the side of her mattress. Tiny little bubbles of hope kept rising up towards her head because this was almost- very, nearly maybe- a step forward. A step towards being a little more than friends with Adora. Ha, this isn’t a step towards anything. You’re not going to get anywhere with her. Getting this high off the ground just means it’ll hurt more when this cloud dissolves under your feet. Because that’s exactly what this is- you’re letting yourself rely on cotton candy daydreams and sooner or later they’re going to dissolve beneath you.

Glimmer shook the negative thoughts off and switched conversations to scroll through the memes Bow had sent her. They were undoubtedly funny but she hardly registered the images; she had other things to be happy about.

Bow was probably going to annoy her about this later but Glimmer couldn’t resist the urge to gush:

BOW BOW BOW

SHE’S TEXTING ME

LIKE A FRIEND

ASKING ME HOW I AM

OOO???

Glimmer grinned at Bow’s quick response but she knew the real reason she was smiling.

I knoooooooow. I so happy

So you still think she hates you?

Her grin faltered for a moment before returning, slightly weaker than it had been before.

BLEH why’d you have to bring that upppppp

And I don’t know? Maybe she doesn’t hate me but she doesn’t have any reason NOT to

Glimmer i love you but you can be SO DENSE sometimes

She DOES have a reason not to hate you?? Maybe it’s possible that she thinks you’re smart and funny and talented? I don’t know tho- I’m just throwing stuff out here. Also she might actually LIKE you maybe as a friend,,, maybe more ;)

Glimmer snorted at Bow’s ranting. He was sweet and a far better friend than she could ever rationalize deserving. But he was high off his own optimistic ideals.

There is definitely nothing “more” I don’t even think we’re officially friends yet. More like uuuuhh acquaintances with benefits

OHOHO???

Glimmer immediately regretted her word choice, laughing as she buried her face in her hands.

NOT LIKE THAT. PERVERT.

She waited for Bow’s answer, laughing quietly at their ridiculous conversation. As the little dots marched to indicate Bow’s typing, a buzz and flag altered Glimmer that Adora had responded.

She texted back gotta go

Switching once more to her and Adora’s conversation, the first thing Glimmer found herself marveling at was her own stupidity. The giddy feeling that had been all-consuming now faded away as she reread her message. It sounded clingy and overly confident. It definitely felt worthy of the cringe the shuddered through her body and made her want to curl up in a ball. What had her euphoric-high brain been trying to do? Flirt? If so, she had desperately failed.

Still in embarrassed pain, she moved on to Adora’s message:

How many times do I have to tell you YES I want to talk to you.

But there was something in particular I wanted to talk to you about

The second part made Glimmer’s blood run cold. Adora continued typing but she didn’t dare respond, too frozen to type. All the stars that had been floating in her eyes crashed around her. So she did know. So Glimmer’s worst fears were reality. And there was nothing she could do about it now. After an eternity, Adora’s message finally jumped onto Glimmer’s screen.

It’s about this morning. Well and today. And last night. Kinda. I just feel like I might have made you uncomfortable last night, like I was being really clingy so then this morning I felt really awkward and I’m sorry if I came off as cold or anything. And then in class you seemed all tense and I was just wondering if I had crossed some lines or anything?

Glimmer could have sworn she heard a record scratch in her head, nearly getting whiplash from reading Adora’s message. The situation kept switching so quickly; as soon as she got one foot on the rug, it would be pulled out from under her and she would look down and it turn out she had been standing on raft in the middle of the ocean the entire time.

She squinted to reread the message one more time and gave a breathy laugh when she had determined she had read it correctly the first time. Adora was the one that thought she had crossed lines? It was ridiculous. It seemed so unrealistic, Glimmer nearly slipped into her original thinking of Adora. If only she hadn’t been forced to see that nuclear core that made up that crazy blonde. That would have made everything so much easier. She could just brush the whole message as a ploy to gain sympathy. But know she had to know better. Now, she had to acknowledge that Adora was being completely sincere.

Glimmer had no idea how to respond. Adora was being completely open, completely vulnerable; and it was terrifying. It was almost worse than when she was wrapped up in doubt. It was the difference between not knowing why someone was ill and knowing exactly what was wrong- all while being expected to find the solution. Except Glimmer wasn’t a doctor. She had no cure for the situation.

She forced confidence, pushing away all her question just long enough to respond.

Are you going to make a habit of sending me essays?

She immediately regretted how cold she sounded and hurriedly began trying to remedy the conversation.

I’m sorry but really you’re fine. I didn’t mind you... if I came across as stiff or weird about anything it’s just because I’m not really used to people getting that close that quickly

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the complete truth either, but it was close enough for now.

oh god I’m really sorry

What no?? I just said it was fine??

Still... that really sounds like I made you uncomfortable

Glimmer let out a sigh. She never thought she’d find herself trying to convince someone she was becoming increasingly infatuated with that it was ok to be close with her. It sounded strange when she thought about, but there was something endearing about how Adora barreled her way into Glimmer’s life and was now trying tiptoe out of the china shop.

I was a little surprised that’s all. You’re all good

Really? Even after I said I would kill weaver in class today?? You didn’t think that was weird??!

No lmao again I was a bit surprised but I mostly thought it was funny

You sure about that

Yep 100%

If you were in person right now you would hear me go hmmmmmmm

Glimmer snorted quietly out of her nose; Adora made her laugh at the stupidest things. She was entirely convinced that she would never be as funny as Adora, but she hoped she could bring her at least just a little bit of happiness.

Yeah well if you were in person right now you would see me roll my eyes and yell at you to stop being dumb

A shallow pain spread across Glimmer’s chest, a coat of lead paint over her heart; milky indigo weighing her down. If only Adora’s casual jokes were a reality. If only she were face to face with Adora. If only Adora’s face was inches from her own and quickly coming closer. Glimmer’s hands ached to run through Adora’s hair and her ears cried to hear Adora’s voice. She didn’t want to look anywhere if it wasn’t into the storm of Adora’s eyes. Her throat was hoarse from emotion but she would sing if it meant she could bear witness once more to the way Adora wove melodies out of the air.

Glimmer sat up as if startled from a dream. This- this, oh no. Oh shit. This has gone much too far. You should have stopped this before it even started. How did you even let this happen?

Glimmer had know Adora was beautiful since she saw her on the first day of school. Ignoring her and twisting her into some villain had made it a simple thing to deal with, but she couldn’t ignore the iceberg once her Titanic had begun sinking. And now she was officially sunk, water far above her head and no hope of survival to be seen.

There was a sliver of Glimmer- some crazy little fraction of her mind that had to scream to be heard- that just wanted to rip the band aid off. She wanted to stop giving all the power to other people. If someone was going to tell Adora that Glimmer had hopelessly fallen for her, it might as well come from the source.

She looked down at her phone, suddenly aware that Adora had responded.

Hey I gotta go I just wanted to check that we were ok! I’m glad you don’t mind me lmao

Glimmer took a deep breath, making an attempt to gather her thoughts. It was a hopeless effort, her mind fragmented across the room. Did Adora really worry that Glimmer “minded” her? Was there in way to describe the burning that struck in her chest whenever Adora gave her one of those soft grins- that dull ache that constricted her heart and seeped through her ribs. How could she ever reassure Adora she could never be bothersome when every one of her actions struck Glimmer with wonder? How could she even attempt to say such a thing with revealing everything, admitting her mind’s greatest fear? How could she try to convince Adora of something that she couldn’t even admit to herself.

Because the answer was quite simple. She loved Adora. Deeply and painfully. But no matter how perfect Adora was, it still felt dangerous to love her. To Glimmer, it was just as good as putting a target on her back. It was like saying HEY EVERYONE!! I’M ALREADY WEIRD AND SO SO DIFFERENT FROM YOU AND NOW I’M PUTTING THAT ON DISPLAY!

Glimmer was being pulled apart. She knew she shouldn’t show her affection to Adora. But she knew just as deeply and far more truly that she loved Adora- and keeping that inside of her would break her heart.

She threw or phone and thoughts (momentarily) aside, flopping backwards on her bed. Her body bounced slightly from the force of throwing herself down and it only added to the sensation that her head was floating away. There was just too much to tackle right now. Glimmer could tell from the growing pressure on her head that if she kept picking it all apart, the pressure would quickly shift; it would tighten around her lungs, making it hard to breathe and squeezing what she couldn’t force down to pour down her face.

Glimmer took a deep breath, through her nose and out her mouth- once, twice, three times, she lost count as she focused solely on the rhythm she was creating. These past few days had been chaotic and exhausting and good part of that had been created by her. She was tired. Her brain felt heavy as gravity retook control over her head. In fact, her whole body felt heavy; she was sinking deeper into her mattress with every exhale.

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When Glimmer woke up, the last hues of dusk just barely reached her window. It was obvious that the night had happily creeped onwards while she had slept. She must have been out for at least an hour.

Down the hall, she could hear voices of some TV show her mom was watching as they flickered out of the speakers.

Glimmer opened her door, peaking around the frame and looking down the hall. She could just see the top of her mother’s pastel hair above the top of the couch. In front of her, what looked like Hell’s Kitchen was playing. Glimmer was somewhat amazed that she had been able to sleep through Gordon Ramsey’s yelling.

She walked towards the living room and sat down next to Angella on the couch. She was asleep, hair mussed up in the back as she leaned up against the cushions. Glimmer felt a wave of affection wash over her. Whatever happened at school, whatever happened with Adora- hell, whatever happened within herself- she would always love her mother. Sometimes things got in the way of her remembering that.

Glimmer nudged her mom gently in the side, “Hey, wake up.”

Angella stirred, smiling as her gaze fell upon Glimmer, “Hey, dear.”

Glimmer squirmed under her mother’s softness, guilt over how she had acted earlier hitting her, “I’m really sorry. About how I treated you at dinner. I was really rude and nights like this are basically the only time we have together; I shouldn’t waste them being a brat to you.”

“You’re a teenager and we don’t exactly see eye to eye on everything- I expect this sort of thing to happen occasionally.”

“But I-“ Glimmer tried to argue but was cut off.

“But I appreciate you apologizing.”

“Mom!!” Glimmer felt like her mother should have been angrier, should have at least told her off for stomping down to her room as rudely as she had. And she had done it in response to her mom just trying her best to help. That must have hurt.

“Glimmer!!” Angella mirrored her daughter’s exasperation, “You really think I didn’t slam doors and yell and act out when I was your age? I don’t necessarily like it, but a little angsty rebellion is normal. Like I said, I expect some of this.”

“If you say so… just don’t expect to see it often,” Glimmer felt a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. Her mom wasn’t exactly the most relaxed person but she understood Glimmer better than probably anybody else on the planet.

“Good,” Angella reached out and tucked one of Glimmer’s fluffy locks behind her ear, “I prefer when you talk to me instead of just hiding away in your room.”

“Yeah,” Glimmer laughed somewhat nervously because she totally didn’t do exactly that most of the time instead of talking to people.

“So… you want to tell me about that girl now?”

Glimmer tucked herself next to Angella’s side and turned to face the TV where Gordon Ramsey was berating a man for having rats in his kitchen, “No, not yet.”

She felt her mother shrug and smiled as Angella wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Drama could wait. And if she loved Adora? Well, she would deal with that later too.

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tiny-maus-boots · 5 years

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For your Fic Request: Everyone sees Chloe as a happy person, but like everyone she has bad days. Beca has seen it on occasion and is (insert adjective here) by seeing Chloe's mood improve by doing random acts of kindness.

As per your request...I know it’s short but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Happy birthday dude.

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Chloe sighed and rubbed her face with her hands, letting them drop in defeat onto the open book resting on the table. The letters all wiggled and blurred and she knew she was just too tired and too annoyed to really concentrate. “Okay Beale…pull it together. You had a bad day that doesn’t mean you just stop doing what needs to be done.” The little part of her that was all Aubrey gave a nod of approval at her pep talk even as she groaned and flipped the page back one to start again.

It was at least the third time she’d tried to read the chapter and still nothing had sunken in beyond the section title of Concepts and Applications in Veterinary Toxicology. Chloe took a large centering breath and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and focusing on the first line of the chapter. The sound of all four deadbolts turning one after the other made her look over her shoulder grateful for the distraction.

Beca opened the door as she was pulling her earbuds out and paused in surprise when she saw Chloe sitting at the table. “Hey…I thought you had a class tonight. Is my schedule off?”

She shook her head and stretched. “No I decided not to go.”

The brunette made a soft hmm sound and closed the door behind her careful to throw all the bolts. They weren’t in the worst neighborhood but one break in the first week they lived there was enough for Beca to always be extra cautious. Chloe watched as Beca set her bag down on the bed and kicked off her shoes.

“That’s not like you…everything okay?”

That was the question wasn’t it? She definitely didn’t feel okay but it wasn’t like she had a soul crushing day. She just…felt down. And tired. Chloe shrugged and turned back to her book feeling a little bit like a big whiney baby. “Yeah, sure. Just a little under the weather or something. It’s fine.”

“Yeah okay. Well since you’re ‘fine’ and everything and suddenly have the night free we’re going out. Just for a walk.”

Chloe bit her lip and glanced back up at Beca who was giving her that look that said she didn’t believe for one second that Chloe was actually feeling ill. Her brow quirked up and she gestured to the thick tome. “But I’m studying this very interesting chapter on…” She had to glance back to reread the title “Toxicology.”

“Hm yeah sounds like a hoot.” Beca moved up to her side and shut the book, firmly pushing it away from Chloe. “C’mon Beale, come out with me. I’ll spring for knishes at Schimmel’s…tempt tempt tempt….”

“Beca Mitchell…you sure do know the way to a girl’s heart.” Beca grinned and poked at her belly playfully. As if on cue it growled and they both laughed. “Okay you win. I’ll go out with you.”

It was a sweet gesture and she was so grateful for the company to at least get her out of her own head. Chloe grabbed her ID and her last five dollars and shoved them into her pocket. Money was getting thing and she was going to have to pick up another shift at the shelter if she could. When she turned around Beca was holding up her jacket waiting for her to shrug into it.

“Got everything? Cellphone, ID, apartment key?”

Chloe gave a nod and thumbs up. “Check, check and check.” Beca grinned and opened the door for her with a flourish that made her giggle. They took the stairs down in companionable silence and even made it about a block before Chloe broke the silence. “So how was your day? Did you get to rub elbows with someone famous?”

Beca laughed and it lit up her eyes in a way that always made Chloe’s belly do a little flip flop. They weren’t like that, a couple or whatever, not for lack of desire on her part. First there was Jesse and then work and her school, their living situation, or the fact that the sky was blue…something always came between them no matter how arbitrary. But at least they had something solid and real in their friendship and that brought Chloe a lot of comfort especially on the hard days.

“I wouldn’t say famous exactly. YouTube famous maybe. Dude is a total douche, he has this song and I just…it’s the worst. I don’t even know how I’m going to fix it.” Beca pulled out her phone and handed Chloe one of the earbuds while she cued up the track. Chloe placed it in her ear just as the song started and she wanted to like it, if only because it was a project Beca was working on but her friend had been right. It was terrible.

“Wow that is a flaming turd of a song.”

“He’s a flaming turd of an artist. Today was not my best but…I feel better now than I have all day.”

She handed the earbud back and tucked her hands into her back pockets, smiling at their unhurried pace and the light vibe between them. It did her a world of good and she felt her spirits lift immeasurably. Chloe shifted her weight and bumped Beca’s shoulder with her own. “Thanks for this. I was feeling a little overwhelmed myself today and this was just the right thing to get me out of my funk.”

Beca took a breath and nodded. “I could see that. I’m pretty fluent in Chloe these days.” They stopped in front of Schimmel’s and Beca opened the door for her. It was just habit, she knew, but it was a habit of Beca’s that she appreciated none the less.

“So I’m complicated like a different language?” She laughed at it but trailed off when Beca took her hand and tugged playfully leading her to the line in front of the counter just inside the door. Her heart skipped a beat when Beca didn’t let go of her hand immediately like she usually did.

“That’s…not at all what I mean. You’re different Chloe. So different from everyone I’ve ever met and it took me a minute to understand why.” Beca smiled at her and maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe she was just in a warm comforted haze of knishes and laced fingers but the look Beca was giving her seemed somehow more intimate than every other time they’d gazed at each other. “You’re unselfish and caring and everyone else is basically a shitbag in comparison.”

Her laugh bubbled out and she rolled her eyes. “I’m plenty selfish when I want to be Beca.”

“No…you’re really not. I’ve learned a lot from you over the past few years Beale. I learned that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness, that hope doesn’t mean naiveté and that sometimes the best way to be better is to do better.” Beca took a breath and turned back to the counter when they got to the front of the line. “Hi a dozen sweet potato knishes and two chocolate egg creams, thanks.”

“Beca…” It was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard Beca say and it meant the world to her.

Beca released her hand so she could pull out her wallet and bank card but the second the transaction was over she took Chloe’s hand in hers again and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You know what makes me feel better? Dumping all over everyone that ever tries to get close. Because if I’m miserable no one should be any luckier. You know what you do to feel better? You buy the dry cleaner lady flowers, or spend all morning picking out fruit to make a basket with and give it to your dentist, or babysit those horrible horrible children from upstairs so Mrs. Rodriguez can take an extra shift. And it should totally make you feel worse but it makes you feel better. I’m not there yet. I can’t just…do what you do. All those random acts of kindness just aren’t so natural to someone like me. But I’m learning because I love that about you, Chlo. And I wanna be that kind of person too I figure if I can learn how to do that then one day…” She gave a shrug and reached out to grab their drinks.

Chloe held her breath, tears stung her eyes and she blinked a few times to keep them from falling. “Then one day what?” It was almost too quiet to be heard over the casual conversation of people sitting at the tables and the ring of the register as the person behind them ordered and paid. It seemed forever before Beca grabbed their box of tasty treats and gestured to the door.

They exited the bakery and Chloe assumed that Beca really hadn’t heard her because she remained silent most of the way home. “Then one day I’d be good enough for you.”

Chloe’s heart stuttered to a stop along with her feet. The sounds of the city around them faded and for a second all she could hear was the echo of Beca’s words. “Y-you think I don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“No. I know I’m not. Yet. But…I dunno. I mean. I really wanna spend the rest of my life trying to be…even if this is all we ever are I just…want to be better. Because of you.”

This had taken a quick turn from taking a walk and catching a snack to…whatever this was. Chloe was still trying to process everything and felt a little unsure of exactly what was happening. Beca turned but wasn’t looking at her fully, her gaze flicking between Chloe’s face and the passing cars on the street.

“What are you saying Beca?”

The smaller woman’s shoulders rolled and she finally raised her eyes to meet Chloe’s. “I wanna be with you, good days and bad. I want to be the person you deserve in your life. And I’m realizing this was a totally weird long drawn out way of asking you to be my girlfriend because I’m stupid in love with you and I probably could learn better tim…”

Chloe stopped listening after ‘stupid in love with you’ and pulled Beca against her chest for a long overdue if slightly desperate kiss. The shock of it melted into the familiar comforting warmth of all things Beca Mitchell and Chloe felt the weight of the world melt off her shoulders.

“You’re perfect for me Becs, just the way you are.” Hard days or not at least they’d have each other to make things better.

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imagining-sio · 5 years

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Escapism IV

Rising Tides

“You’re a vet?” I asked as I took off my helmet. We had just arrived in his driveway from the trip back to the auto-shop, which I was beginning to suspect was merely a ploy to get me to interact with him more.

“Yeah, 107th, where I met Wilson.” He hooked the bottom of his helmet on the handlebar of the Matt black cafe racer.

“And Steve?” I asked again.

“Nah, that pain in ass has stuck with me since we were kids,” he chuckled run his hand through his hair.

“What position were you?” I inquired whilst we strolled down to my inhabitance. His grip tighten on the small box, and he moved his other hand into his pocket.

“I was a scout sniper,” I watched as his chiseled jaw clenched tightly.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, you know?” I told him, setting my hand upon his arm. He stopped as I walked up to the bronco, propping up the hood again. I looked back at him, and he had an odd expression on his face. He looked as if he was contemplating on actually telling me. He stood unmoving, unflinching, yet his expression travel as if it were a million miles a minute. And just like that, the walls went up; and the charming smile came back.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna dampen your sunny mood.” He nudged me.

“Yes, because I have such a bright disposition around you.” I deadpanned, eyebrows raised. I crossed my arms over my chest, rubbing my arms.

As I did, a weight fell upon my shoulders. I peered over to find Barnes had placed his jacket on me. It would seem it wasn’t up for a debate let alone a conversation as he went right to work, as if it was completely normal.

“Uh, Bucky?” I asked.

“You looked cold, so hang on to it while I get this in.” He took on a serious more mature tone. He was headfirst into the engine, his tattooed limb about halfway down in the machine. He was in his work mode, and I knew that he wasn’t coming out of it until he was done.

Doesn’t mean I couldn’t have fun with it.

“So Barnes? Who was she?”

“Rumlow’s ex-girlfriend.” He answered, pulling the malfunctioning device out.

“Are you telling me all this fighting between you two has been over a girl?” I scoffed, pulling the jacket on through the sleeves.

“Ha! He wished, then it would make me look like the asshole of the community,” he laughed, unscrewing the wires where it was connected; “They broke up six months ago and she’s been trying to get back at him by flirting with me. Though she keeps saying that he’s had some new interest in someone new in town. Care to guess who that is?” He looked straight me, clearly aware of the game I was playing. I paled, making a disgusted face.

“If he has interest in me, I’m afraid it’s not your concern,” I gave him an expectant expression. I watched with satisfaction as he clenched his jaw and continued working.

“Well, if he tries anything; lemme know.”

“And what qualifies and ‘trying’.”

“You know, anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“What if you make me uncomfortable.” I smiled as I asked. To which my neighbor promptly shot up, banging his head upon the underside of the hood. I started cackling so hard I doubled over.

“That’s not funny.” He rubbed the top of his head.

“You’re right; it hilarious!” I held my stomach with one arm, pointing at him and laughing even more.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Wilson,” he grumbled, turning back to the project at hand. i had to force myself to stifle the copius amount of giggling from my lips, opting to merely hold my hand in front of my mouth.

“You haven’t been spending enough time with Wilson,” I raised a brow. he glared at me, before his expression changed again. It softened as he held my gaze.

“You’re smiling.” he stated blankly.

“Yeah, I can do that Barnes,” I chuckled, a slight tin of pink oainting my cheeks.

“It nice.” he responded; “I haven’t really been able to see it until now.”

“T-thank you.”

“The jacket makes you look lke a scrawny kid,” he gestured to all of me. Finally completing the operation, he slammed the hood shut.

“Gee thanks,” I deadpanned, though the smile upon my face had a different view.

“No really its cute,” he chuckled, ducking nhis head down and shaking his head. We both started laughing together, trying to get each other to stop before bursting into giggles as soon as we looked at each other.

My phone going off broke us out of the endless cycle. I dug the rectangle out of my pocket, seeing the contact on my screen, paling at the name.

“One second, I gotta take this.” I said solemly, clearing my throat as I walked to the end of my own driveway. I took a deep breath before my thumb hit the green button on the right side.

“Hello,” I said into the device.

“Hey, this is Detective Danvers, not sure if you remember me but I gave you my number before you left town.” The voice explained.

“No I do, I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

“It’s been almost a whole year,” she stated; “We’ve made progress. We have enough to indite him on charges.”

“Why do I hear a ‘but’ at the end of that sentence,” I sighed, looking down at my feet.

“You will have to testify for us if we want to go ahead on the charges.” she sighed as well, I could hear the faint sound of bustling noise in the background of the audio.

“Look I’m not here for a direct answer right now, we havent brought the case to the DA yet. but I just wanted to let you know before we offically come across the country to ask you. I want to give you time to think about it, you can call me when you made your decision anytime, I know how hard it is for you.”

“Thank you detective.” I said; “I appreciate it.”

“So hows life in the middle of nowhere.” she asked. I snorted through my nose, a fond smile appearing on my lips.

“Not terrible.”

“That’s great! OH- I gotta jet kid, take care,” she ended the call before I could say a word. I placed the phone back in my pocket. I inhaled a deep breath, the weight I commonly felt somehow appeared back upon my shoulders. I could never escape it, I honestly don’t know why I would bother to try sometimes.

“Who was it?” my neighbor strode into my peripheral vision.

“No one important,” I started shrugging the jacket off, folding it over my arm.

“Lemme buy you lunch,” he stated, declining my extended offering of his jacket.

“Wait, I should be paying you for what you just did,” I protested.

“How many times do we have to go over this, it’s on the house,” He laughed, returning to his driveway.

“I’m buying then!” I yelled across the street.

“Like hell you are!” he shouted from his garage, although I could not see him.

“Really? Got a problem with a woman paying for you?” I tried inciting him, only to have the hum of the motorcycle echoing through the street. I watched as Steve, Thor, and Clint pulled up on their respective motorcycles. Steve barely kicked the stand out before he hopped off and ran toward the garage where Bucky was pullign out the bike.

I trotted across the street, my cocern amplifying with each step.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the large bearded man.

“WHAT!” Bucky shouted from the garage.

“There’s a problem at the Witch’s Covent,” Clint said simply, a tight expression on his face.

“What happened?” I pressed them, but they didn’t have time to answer as my neighbor was storming out of the garage with his motorcycle in tow.

“What’s going on!” I asked, my tone sounde slightly frantic. Steve approached his bike, starpping his helmet on.

“No time to explain,” was all the blonde said as he sat on his bike, making me back away a few steps. I locked eyes with my neighbor as he revved the engine of his vehicle. I could only back into his driveway as they all drove out of sight in mere seconds. The cold breeze a stark reminder of the loneliness that becme oh so present. The only thing I had to cling to was his leather jacket.

In the coming days, they became more and more solemn in nature. No one came into work to order coffee. I was too busy to try and see what was going on at the shop. Enda and Thomas only said that something had happened at the Witch’s Covent. No one was saying anything, it was getting aggravating at this point.

It was either I had to accept I would’nt find out or I had to start finding out for myself.

I stared out the window, gazing at the sunset of my backyard, the lake was still as the sun glistened over its surface. Everything was still, secure, stable. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I missed my neighbor. I missed him greatly.

I chuckled at the thought of how he would respond to me admitting it. He’d probably make it his ringtone, constantly replaying it over and over at my expence. To my own dismay, I wouldn;t be objected if he did. Annoyed maybe, but in a sentimental way.

I couldnt take it anymore, I had to find out if he was ok. I grabbed his jacket, to which I had been wearing a lot more often than one should; especially when they accidentally stole the item that doesn’t belong to them. I snatched my keys off of the counter, making sure I had a few twenties in cash before I hopped into the newly revived Oliver.

The turning of his engine had never sounded better. It was refreshing to not have to worry about his health since Bucky had fixed his temporary illness. I backed out of the driveway, shifting the gear to drive down the road.

It wasn’t hard to find the place, Edna was right in that I drove by it coming home from work. The place looked like every biker bar would, given the fact that a line of motorcycles were placed out in the parking lot alongside the byway. I pulled into the dirt lot, careful to give enough room from the line of motorcycles. The last thing I wanted to do as anger anyone of the owners, even if I knew them or not. There were some cars strewn in the lot, but not many.

I took the jacket off, setting it in the passenger seat before I hopped out of the driver’s side. I adjusted the grey sweatshirt over my ripped black pants. I strode toward the entrave with a purpose, the dirt chrunching beneath my bright red sneakers. the wooden board creaked as I ascended the steps, the distorted music growing louder. I could easily recognise the sound of glasses slamming to a wooden surface. The rattle of balls breaking over a felt surface. The melodic sounds of laughter and light. A classic dive bar full of locals who had gone there for years.

Upon entering, it only confirmed my suspicions. They were all there, everyone from the auto-shop, wether they were seated at the one large booth in the corner, or playing pool, even throwing darts. They hadn’t noticed me by the looks of it, though the woman behind the bar had looked up from the mug she was cleaning.

“Welcome to the Witch’s Covent, I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” her accent was eastern European from the soudns of it; although not as thick as most. I’ve heard Natasha talking to her mother over the phone and that woman’s words are indecipherable even when she is speaking english.

“I new around here; even though its been quite a while since I’ve been here.” I shrugged.

“So you’re the one I’ve been hearing so much about.” she lit up like a light bulb. Her long brown hair bouncing slightly at the movement.

“Whose been talking about me?” I could chuckle awkwardly in response.

“Oh please, the whole town has been a buzz. Ever since you stood up to Rumlow, no one has been able to get enough.”

“Are you sure it’s not from those idiots,” I gestured to Sam and Scott trying to play pool while giggling like drunken school kids.

“Actually it’s you neighbor who won’t shut up about you.” She slid out glass, preparing to pour a dark liquid in its contents.

“I’ll have whiskey if you don’t mind,” I said before a drop cold pour out. She tilted her head back, eyeing me with a smile.

“I see why he likes you,” she said with a sly smile as she went to grab a bottle of whiskey.

“Wait, he likes me?” I snorted.

“Given from what his friends tell me; yes he does. I heard he let you ride with him last week.” she poured the desired drink. I gratefully took in in my hands, tracing my thumb over the rim.

“I did, though he didn’t really give me much choice.” I nodded my head to the side; “When we got there Steve looked paler than a ghost.”

“That’s because Bucky never lets anyone on his bike.” she said, returning to her taks of cleaning the glasses. My head shot up, eyes wide.

“Really, cause he doesn’t have a car.”

“No he does. He never uses it though.” she chided.

“It’s not in his garage.”

“No, he keeps it in his backyard. One of his continous projects.”

“You know him?”

“Everyone here pretty much grew up together. We’ve all known each ohter since we were kids. The only acceptions are Sam, Scott, and Thor. Sam was in Bucky’s squad. Scott moved here to be closer to his daughter, and Thor? Well, no one really knows with him.” She shrugged.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but did anything happen last week?”

“Its a roadside bar, you will have to be more specific,” Wanda gave me a mischevious look.

“Look, after Bucky fixed my truck; Steve and the others pulled up. All I got out of them was that there was a problem over here.” I gaged her reaction, watching as she stopped cleaning the glass in her hand.

“There was a fight,” she shrugged, “One of Brock’s buddies sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.” she set the glass back with its companions.

“Is that all you’re going to tell me,” I sighed, knowing she was still hiding quite a bit.

“It’s best if they tell you yourself,” she smiled, going back to some other customers who sat at the bar. I recognized one of them from when Brock tried to intimidate me back at the coffee shop. I gave him a hard glare before sipping on my whiskey.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the mysterious new girl,” Speak of the devil. Mr. Local pulled up a stool on the other side of me, effectively blocking me from moving away from his croney.

“Rumlow,” I heard Wanda ground her teeth, “You know the rules. This is neutral territory.” she said sternly.

“I know, Salem, calm down. I’m here to have some fun.” he slung his arm over the back of my stool, causing to move awkwardly in order to avoid it.

“That remains to be seen,” she poured a low grade beer for the man and slammed it down on the counter infront of him.

“How’s your brother? Do you still use a oiuja board to talk to him?” He arched a brow as he brought the mug up to his lips. I exchanging glances between the two, watching as Wanda’s nostrils flared up before she walked away, muttering something in her native tongue under her breathe.

I could only hunch my shoulders, keeping a firm grip on my glass of whiskey, carefully eying either man beside me.

“So, not so defiant out in public are you. What’s on your mind sweetheart,” Rumlow asked, his voicemaking my skin crawl.

“Wether or not I should punch you into next week.” I sipped my whiskey, my gaze burning into the shelves of alcohol before me.

I heard the door open, well, slam was more like it. The light casting my shadow over the numerous bottles. I looked over my shoulder, finding my neighbor heaving for air as his hand was upon the door.

“So, you got the message I take it,” Rumlow swivled around in his chair, a smug expression on his features. I looked over my shoulder again, utterly terrified at the murderous glare my neighbor sent him.

“You got some fucking nerve Brock. If you wanted your ass kicked you sure got one,” Barnes began marching toward him. The burly man on my left, the croney, stood up ubruptly, his chair falling to the floor with a loud thud. As a couter, everyone from the shop stood up, their chairs schreeching loudly.

“Ah, ah- this is neutral territory, Barnes.” Rumlow scolded the man mockingly. The arm across the back of my stool suddenly pulled hard. Yanking me around to face my neighbor.

“Wouldn’t wanna ruin the neighborhood now would we?” Rumlow asked. I could only stare wide eyed at my neighbor as his nostrils flared.

“She has no part in this Rumlow, leave her alone.” Steve said from behind his friend.

“Oh, really? Last I checked Rogers, your hand ain’t up his ass so stop speaking for him.”

I watched as the two men glared at each other. The tension was like gasoline, itching for a match. Any reason to fight was a good reason, no matter how stupid it was in concept. I was not about to be that cause.

I smacked Rumlow’s hand off my shoulder, standing up from my chair. I paid Wanda for the drink, even though she said it was on the house.

“You won’t mind if I do something stupid would you?” I whispered to her.

“Please do,” She smiled, as if she already knew what I was about to do. I smiled, with my hand still on the glass. I looked to the side, seeing that Rumlow was still glaring at Barnes.

“Hey Rumlow,” I called him, making the man turn around. I threw the whiskey directly at his face, watching in satisfaction as fell out of his chair in pain.

“You fucking bitch!” He writhed on the floor, flailing as he tried to get the alcohol out of his eyes.

“I’ve had enough of this,” I muttered, brushing past my neighbor, delibrately ignoring the look he was giving me. I walked out the door, grumbling as I went toward my vehicle.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” I heard my neighbor call after me.

“Oh, so now you wanna talk to me!” I said, not bothering to turn around as I continued toward Oliver.

“Hey, hey, hey,” His footsteps grew louder and I felt his hand grasp my arm. I yanked myself out of my grip, finally turning to face him.

Why the hell did this man have to be so good looking.

“What!” I said, the anger boiling throuhgh my veins.

“What do you want, Bucky! One minute you are being all nice and neighborly, and the next you don’t even give me the time of day. I don’t care how you and Rumlow started fighting, I really don’t. But don’t drag me into your bullshit!” I ferociously poked my finger into his chest to annunciate my point.

I was snapped out of my reverie when his iron clad grip encomassed my wrist. The dull pain from loss of circulation was growing, sure to leave a bruise tomorrow morning. His expression was turning dark, and he had yet to say a word.

“Barnes, let me go.” I said, desperately trying to keep all of the memories from flooding through my head.

“No,” he said; “You need to listen to me.”

“Let. Me. Go.” I tried to pry out of his grip, but to no avail. He trudged through the heavy wind back toward the bar. I dug my heels into the earth, creating evident drag marks in the gravel lot.

“Bucky,” my tone turned desperate as he slung me around him. My back hitting the wall of the building that was cast in shadow.

“No! You listen to me.” His palms slammed on either side of my head; “Brock is dangerous, I don’t like his interest in you, and you need to stay away from him. I know you don’t like being told what to do, but for once in your stubborn life; just do this one thing.”

“What happened last week.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“He was here when I got there; bragging about how he had you wrapped around his finger. He was very explicit on what he wanted to do to you.” he ducked his head down, the light showcasing the faint yellow and greens of his bruised chin.

“I don’t care, you were with me the whole day practically. Why the hell were you marching off to war with him that day.”

“He was rubbing salt on an open wound.”

“Bucky,” my hands cupped his chin, guiding his line of sight back to me; “You don’t have to talk about it.”

His bright blue eyes locked with my own. They glistening in the fading sunlight. He released a sigh through his nostrils, his gaze still turned downwards to his feet.

“Well aren’t you two sweet.” Sam’s voice made both of us jolt. Bucky clamored away from me, his chest heaving.

“We tossed Rumlow out, by the way. Not sure if you saw it while you were lost in each other.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Any reason why you wanted to tell us?” Bucky grumbled, hands upon his hips. Sam shrugged in response.

“Not at all, just nice to get the jump on you for a change.”

“You’re a dick.”

“So are you.”

“I’m gonna head home,” I decided to make my exit. I walked toward Oliver, pulling out Bucky’s jacket. Even a few feet away I could still here the two bickering.

“Shut up Samuel!”

“You first James!”

Thankfully, my footsteps caused the two to cease as I walked toward them. As soon as Wilson saw what I had in my hand, he smirked at Bucky.

“I hadn’t had the chance to give this back to you.” I handed the leather item to Barnes, who only gazed at me earnestly.

“T-thanks,” was all he could muster.

“I’ll see you round,” I hugged Sam goodbye. I turned back to my neighbor, giving him a small peck on his bruise. I pulled back to find him wide eyed and turning red as a tomato.

I smiled as I walked backwards, “See you around, neighbor.” I waved, getting into my vehicle.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky #biker!au #james buchanan barnes #oof #sio #marvel imagines #I'm seeing endgame friday OOF #marvel x reader #whee #I'm alive #escapism IV

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bean-of-the-sky · 5 years

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Healing Takes Time [short fic]

I...couldn’t help myself...I had to write something for these gals! I have so many projects going on, but yet here I am.

This is all on me and my lack of self control.

Here, have some Catra and Adora angst.

Boots trained on the ground, Adora watched the old building fall apart, the debris was pooling on the ground, in small, dull piles. The building would’ve been gorgeous in its prime time, maybe even breathtaking and it felt so familiar to her. It was like something was whispering in her ear, tugging her heart like guitar strings, and begging her to remember this building.

But she couldn’t. What was this place? What had it been, once upon a time?

She took a step forward, and then another, and sunk to her knees, kneeling by the piles of rock. She fingered an old chunk of wall, brow wrinkled.

She shouldn’t have come alone, but her dream had nudged her along. And here she was, at night, alone, at some random place in the Whispering Woods.

“Hey, Adora,” a voice purred right over her shoulder and Adora knew who it was, without looking at her.

She reacted almost immediately, springing to her feet and pushing Catra back into a tree. She held her there, her hands strong on her arms, pinning her.

Catra smirked at her, eyes bright under the moon’s glow. “Getting jumpy, aren’t we, Adora?”

Adora glared, eyebrows arching down, “What are you doing here, Catra?” She demanded, face unrelenting and harsh.

Catra breathed out, colorful eyes rolling skyward, “Just taking a stroll. What, suddenly I can’t just enjoy myself?”

Adora didn’t budge, “Did the Horde send you? Are you planning an ambush? What do you want?” She couldn’t trust her, even if she’d once loved the woman—trusted her with her life. Things had changed. Things were different.

Catra frowned, “Funny what life’s done to us, huh?” She said, voice humorless.

Adora’s expression twitched and she was too slow, too slow to notice Catra‘s claws reaching out from under her. Catra slashed them across Adora’s tummy and she stumbled backwards, watching red dribble from the lines on her stomach.

Catra giggled, leaping onto the tree’s branch and crounching there, staring at Adora below.

Adora hissed, clapping a hand over her cuts, and scowling up at Catra. She tried ignoring the sting, the pain, and the emotions making her heart thump.

Nothing good.

Catra leered at her, fangs peeking, “Aw, Adora’s got a boo-boo? Why don’t you get the Princesses to kiss it all better?” She taunted, tossing her head back and laughing.

Adora shouldn’t have let her get to her but she couldn’t help it. She reached for her sword, strapped onto her back, and held it high over her head. “For the honor of Grayskull!” She shouted, a wind enveloping her and a light erupting from her chest. She felt the power of She-Ra course through her body until she’d been transformed—she stood tall and watched Catra smile above her.

Catra clicked her tongue, smile cruel, “You always need that extra boost? Can’t you just fight me yourself? Like old times? Or are you afraid?” She said, voice low as she turned and leaped from tree to tree.

Adora growled and sprinted after her, her longer legs helping her catch up to Catra, easily. Twigs and leaves snapped beneath her boots, keeping her attention sharp.

“Always a game, between you and me. But how much longer can you keep playing it?” Catra said, dropping from the tree and landing in front of Adora.

Adora didn’t flinch and pointed the sword at Catra’s throat, she nudged the edge closer, until it touched her skin, close enough to draw blood. “Why can’t you just stop, Catra? Why are you still there?” She stressed, brow furrowed, tightly.

Catra had no reaction to the sword, “Where.” She said, punctuated.

“The Horde.” Adora said.

Catra’s mouth twisted into a snarl, “Why?” She mocked, eyes full of ill intent, “Because I can’t go anywhere else! I have nowhere to be, Adora. Nowhere. I’m not special, not like you.” She hissed, breathing hardening. It was rigid and harsh.

Adora didn’t let her emotions get to her face, didn’t let them show.

“I thought I had my place, when you were there with me. But you left,” her face shifted, anger and sadness inching over her features, and she kicked the sword aside. Away from her.

Adora gasped, trying to grab it off the air but Catra slashed her claws across her face. Adora cried out, feeling the blood dribble from the cuts.

“You think you’re special, but you’re really not, Adora,” Catra hissed, stalking towards her, nails out. “What are you without your powers? Without the sword? Who’s gonna keep your little friends safe when you’re reduced to just Adora? You’re nothing.” She repeated, each word heavy and weighting down Adora’s heart.

Adora’s face was hurt but livid, “Why Catra? Why?” She said but she knew Catra didn’t have an answer for her.

Catra approached her, menacing, and pounced.

Adora was sitting up, blankets falling from her shoulders. She looked around her dark room, confused and scared, and blindly searched for her sword. She fell off of her bed and felt the ground for the weapon, her fingers traveled over the point and she instantly grabbed its hilt.

“Adora! Adora, what are you doing?” That was Catra. Catra was in her room? How? She’d broken in!

Adora turned around, eyes unfocused, and pointed the sword to where Catra was on her bed. Why was she there? “For the honor—!”

Catra hurried forward, toward her, and slapped the sword from her hands. It clattered onto the ground, several feet away from them.

Adora fumed, crawling towards it, quickly.

Catra tackled her and pinned her to the ground, trying to steady her, “Adora!” She said but Adora wasn’t listening, she was trashing on the floor, wanting to leave her grasp. “Adora!” She repeated, louder and more desperate, her voice cracked.

Adora’s eyes were not on her, but on something only she could see.

“Adora, look at me. Look at me.” Catra slowly said and waited and watched as Adora finally focused on her, her gaze clearing. It was like watching fog leave, revealing the sun behind it.

Adora stopped wiggling and went limp, her face set in an expression of horror, and disbelief.

Catra let her go, and sat back, crossing her legs.

They considered one another in the quiet darkness of the room. Blankets lay around them, abandoned and discarded.

“I...I tried to hurt you,” Adora whispered, face pale as the moon.

Catra’s nose wrinkled, funnily, “Yeah, but it wasn’t your fault. I mean, it hasn’t been that long since...since I’ve come over to the Rebellion.” She explained, awkwardly trying to reassure her. It wasn’t her cup of tea, being the one to comfort, but she would do it for Adora.

Adora stared at the sword across the room, upset, “I...I’m sorry, Catra.”

Catra then frowned, it cut deep into her face, “You seriously don’t have to apologize.” She suddenly fell quiet, eyes dropping to the floor, realizing, “We’ve still got a long way to go, huh?” Even if some time had passed since Catra had joined their cause, joined Adora, things were tough.

They’d both changed, and their relationship couldn’t go back to what it’d been. They wished it could, it had been simpler, more innocent.

“Yeah,” Adora said, hugging her knees close to her chest, “We do.”

#she ra and the princesses of power #satpop #satpop fanfic #she ra #catra #adora #catradora #my writing #asdfghjkl this was fun!#:’)

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massivexxhell · 5 years

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Sonic Boom: Project Ressurection

I'm really an old favorite person of the Sonic Fandom, I wrote this in my time of boredom, I don't really know we're to put my Fan fiction in between the new Sonic series or the older version SonicX but the characters are older an some are based off fan art of them older, this is a Shadow X Oc fan fiction, I rather put it on here than Wattpad I have TOO many stories going on already, cause this isn't a really important story.

" nngh...m-Maria..."

~ Flashback~

" Hello...my name is Maria. What's yours?" The small voice woke his slumber a blur around him but the soft gentle child voice was so clear to him, his eyes turned to the figure near the clear wall of the tube he was in, he stared at the small being staring at him with a strange expression "...Shadow..." he was as curious to who this child was, her eyes were bright an filled with a emotion he did not recognize " that's a nice name. Will you be my friend?" His eyes widened at the phrase ' friend' he's never heard a word like that before but it made the small being give him a warming look in her eyes, her hands touched the tube tank pressing them against the glass, "...of course..." her lips turned into a upside look than any look he had seen on anyone else that was around him.

" MARIA!" He recognized the yell from the large egg doctor, he'd stare at him most of the time when they did tests, the child named Maria turned her head back than to him her face still soft towards him, " we can talk more tomorrow night...goodnight shadow" her hand touched the wall than she walked away leaving him to stare at were her hand print had left on the tank ' Maria...'

~ dream ends~

Shadow opened his eyes they stared up at the black white ceiling, he wasn't as tired as someone like him he rarely slept sometimes unless Rouge wasn't badgering him about his sleeping habits, he was the ultimate life form...as he was told, he just didn't feel like the REAL one he was the second creation but he had the original ultimate life form memories of who this women was, he dreamed of her of the good times they had...than the nightmare of her death in front of him. He felt sorry for the original but he was not him, he should not feel his sadness or the loss he was not him! He arose off from the empty mattress there wasn't a point to have anything in his 'new home' he was given to from G.U.N there was nothing in the home but a mattress he had set in the biggest room on the floor and his bike in the garage, he needed nothing else.

~knocking~

" Oh shadow!! You in there you black hog!!" Yelled the womanly voice of Rouge, her time couldn't have been on point, " Mr. shadow, are you home?" The other voice seemed child like soft spoken probably the bunny child an if she was here than...the pink hedgehog female was with her as well they were very close together he was told to make himself ' lively' with the other people of möbius but he was not the social type he preferred solitude if he could ever get it with the blue rat or hedgehog like himself is around taunting an showing himself off.

" maybe he's not home..." Cream said, holding in her arms was a wool basket, flying above her was a blue choa creature who frowned along with the rabbit girl she had hoped to meet Shadow again someday to have a picnic, Rouge stepped up to the door instead of her usual outfit she dressed in a black/white/red tube top with red shorts her deep green eyes hidden under a pair of sunglasses held a stern deep look to the door " don't worry I've got this! Rouge remarked removing her glasses to prop the, back on her head the pink hedgehog behind her only sighed holding two bags under her arms " oh geez..." she mumbled " Shadow! You get your black hedgehog ass out here! You've been stuck dead inside that house...on the count of three I'll kick this door down!!" Cream & Amy tensed up to see Rouge act so bold but Rouge was more closure to Shadow than anyone else.

" 3...2...-" before Rouge could finish the sound of the locks unlocked an the door opened revealing the Buffy large black hedgehog his black an red striped quills were bushy his chest had a thick patch of white fur just below his chin " Stop trying to break my door!" He shouted startling the two girls behind Rouge who stood her ground to the dark hedgehog, his red eyes made contact to the two girls Cream who put on a warm smile to him an Amy who tried to be joyful, Shadow asked " What do you want Rouge?" The white bat put on a smile to her friend " You need to get out more, come to the beach with us!" Shadow didn't reply but stare at her with a dead look " No..." he replied about to close the door on them but was stopped by the hand of Rouge who pushed the door back open her eyes were staring sternly to him, " I did not drag myself all the way here to have your ass say now!!" She snatched him by the ear dragging him by force Shadow followed forcibly feeling as his ear was pulled extently.

Amy an Cream watched as Rouge dragged the dark hedgehog by force, shadow did live far away just right outside Möbius city an it was a trekking walk away " I wouldn't want to be Mr. Shadow" Cream spoke to Amy who nodded with a nervous smile " Yeah...come on let's catch up!" Amy said jogging off after Rouge with Cream behind holding the basket in her hands now while they caught up. Shadow had stopped fussing an was given back his ear which felt sorely abused by the white bat but he didn't complain and kept his distance between Rouge the rabbit girl walked at his side he would glance at her before she noticed his staring than look away shyly, " Have you ever been to the beach Mr. shadow?" Cream asked to break the silence, Shadow replied " ...no..." it wasn't a lie he kept to himself an didn't go more than 20 feet from his cabin to check the surroundings than return, he didn't go frat at the beach, " Well lucky you! Now you get to see what it's like to be NORMAL!" Rouge spoke her sunglasses back over her eyes, Shadow said " I don't like to socialize much..." his lips dropping to a frown an eyes squinting at the sun above them " it's really beautiful Mr. Shadow!" Cream smiled up at him, it almost made him smile to feel another smile similar like...Shadow shook his head quite annoyed at the very thought again about the women he dreamed about.

They arrived at the beach the smell of sea salt disguised the forestry sir behind him, the sound of the waves washing along the sandy shores the way down towards the beach was a path on the side of the cliff edge that created a downward pathway, " Haha! Look Cheese Knuckles is here" Cream pointed out she was right Knuckles the red hot headed echidna was sitting on a lawn chair in the sand with a pair of shades on his face " Ooh~and right on que!" Rouge purred she flew herself up into the air towards the beach leaving the three of them walk down, he followed behind the two other girls who giggled and talked the way down but he paid no attention.

" Ooh Knux," sang Rouge as she landed right down beside him " awe dammit!" Knuckles groaned irritated he couldn't get a break from the jewel thief bat " I didn't even know you were here!" Rouge spoke smiling down at the muscled ex-guardian who gave her a blank look that he was not falling for her games, " yeah right!" He pulled up a magazine to his view ignoring the bat, " uhh! Your no fun" Rouge growled crossing her arms over her chest, she flew right back over to the girls an shadow who placed themselves not far from the Echidna who was more interested in his magazine, Amy unfolded a large sheet blanket on the sand while Cream set up the basket she had been carrying the entire time Shadow only watched with a unamused look so he plopped himself on the sand not carrying to sit on there blanket, " Mr. Shadow are you hungry?" Cream asked kneeling herself on the towel blanket, he shook his head, " I will never understand that hot-head! He's clueless to me!" Rouge barked removing off her sandals and than plopped herself on the towel blanket right between Amy & Cream who were starting to open up the basket of food they brought, " Set me up with a piece of that peach cobbler!" Rough whined.

He was here...out in the open with a bunch of strangers who knew him, but it wasn't really him they thought they knew he was not that Shadow they once knew he was the new ultimate life form...so why was he here with them? He could chaos control right out of the there back to his home, but he was still here, Rouge stuffed herself with Creams mothers homemade cobbler, Amy talked her head off with gossip sometimes about the blue faker, Knuckles had slipped to come over and enjoyed a slice of cobbler with the approval of Rouge. " Amy, where is this blue lover of yours?" Shadow asked all of a sudden finally speaking up " Sonic? Oh him & tails are out on some adventure type deal...something about getting a new look at the world!" Amy shrugged not seeming to mind that he went off on some far journey, ~ beep beep~ Shadow & Rouge seem to jump at the sudden ringing, Rouge answered the call from her earpiece She replaced back in her ear " Rouge here!..." she answered, " yes sir, were on our way!" Rouge looked to shadow who already gotten the message "thank you for a nice time" shadow thanked standing up from the sand " I'll see you later Amy...Cream...Knuckles!" Rouge hissed walking passed Knuckles who seemed more confused watched the Bat leave with shadow back up the path embedded in the cliff side.

" Was it G.U.N?" Shadow asked to her. Rouge nodded, " He says it's very urgent..." Rouge said, Shadow made haste he raced through the woods " Ill need to get changed! I'll catch up later" Rouge yelled flying off the other way while Shadow raced towards G.U.N which was beside the seaside cliffs the tall building fell right through the crowds, he skidded to a vault inside the building’s warehouse if machinery an weaponry they hold, soldiers paused from their duties to look to him with curious eyes but looked away after there brief pause of interacting that he was the ultimate life form, He walked straight ahead his eyes focused intently with a raised head on his shoulders as they watched him go by.

“ Ah Shadow! Finally you greet us with your Presence!” A older male greeted his arms outstretched to the black hedgehog who paused in nearing the man who as well paused, Shadow could vaguely remember past memories of his grudge over him of what happened on the ARK after G.U.N forces invaded an killed his family as well as Dr. Robotnik’s great grandfather an a women named Maria he was blamed for the accident he wouldn’t blame the man for having a grudge still about it even if he had made amends with him after everything, the commander coughed fixing his collar “ Yes...anyway! I called you cause there has been supposed knowledge of stolen research missing from Dr. Gerald Robotnik’s file...news of this has just come to my attention!” Shadow remained calm at the news of the missing research “ So? What has this to do with me?...you know Commander I am not that Hedgehog that Dr. Gerald created...I am only a copy of him” Shadow spoke with a firm aggression to his voice he hated to be reminded about the original, the commander nodded while he walked slowly with Shadow through the building “ Yes, I completely understand...I’m sorry!” The commander apologized his arms crossed behind his back “ But...never the less! Rogue an you still have a mission...my sources say that the research could have involved in how to create another life form being...but it could just be false information-“ Shadow interrupted “ Your telling me...there is research to make something like myself?...another ultimate life form?! Dr. Gerald was careless to leave such research out?! What about Eggman...he was on the ARK! He must...” Shadow felt his heart racing the hard to breath moment an the painful headache coming.

“ N...no...”

~ flashback~

“ There! All pretty!” Maria giggled, having placed a flower crown upon his head he seemed calm at the gesture an only felt soft small white petals fall on his nose tickling it, “ Hehe!” She giggled at him, the sound of bird noises softly played her expression was soft but her eyes held something different, “ Is this what the outside is like?” Shadow asked staring at her she looked to him with surprised eyes her lips smiling at him with joy in her eyes now, Maris replies “ Yes...I hope one day you feel the real wind Shadow”

[ Flashback Ends]

“ Ah...aha...” Shadow groaned sitting on his knees curled almost while his gloved hands pulled at his messy quills, the commander an others seemed a bit baffled Rouge just arriving back in her uniform outfit her white hair curled in the front an pointed up like shadows quills in the back, “ Hey what’s all the...Shadow!” Rogue gasped swiftly running to her friends side, comforting him with rubbing his backside of his shark fin quills brushing through up to his back this wasn’t the first time.

After a few mins Shadow calmed his heavy dry panting an his shaking ceased, he arose back to his feet like nothing had happened “ Thanks...” Shadow said to Rogue who only smiled with a nod the commander who awaited patiently didn’t seem baffled anymore An didn’t wish to question the ultimate life form of his ‘ panic attacks’, he coughed an straights his collar “ As I was saying...find this other research at these coordinates I’ve just sent you! If anything of important an valuable is there call immediately!! “ his eyes focused on Shadow who turned his head away from the commander “ And how much are you paying us this time?” Rogue barged, her hand on her hip “ 30 credits each if you find something of use to me!...10 if there isn’t!” Rogue sneered an was going to speak out but felt the hand of Shadow take her arm to stop her, She replied “ Deal!” Rolling her eyes that she had to agree of something so low standard.

“ Uhh! 10 credits for nothing??...What a load of shit!” Rogue cursed flying right next to Shadow who was just going to check up on a few things in his base room he had in the base, “ It’s better than nothing “ Shadow replies continuing his slow walk Rogue scoffed “ Of course! You don’t even eat an you still don’t care what credits you get!” Rogue crossed her arms her face scrunched, “ The damn robot got paid more than us!” Rogue turned down another way knowing he needed his space he was thankful she understood his body language, even if she was annoying herself, but what the commander said got to him ‘ Another life form...like me? To have that research they could have created a weapon!’ Shadow thought his face expression a look of angered worry an G.U.N wanted apart of it?! He knew he was a agent but Dr. Gerald if these memories are right his research should have stayed buried with the ARK itself, he wouldn’t allow another ultimate life form to become a weapon.

Shadow slipped right into the weaponry room right as a soldier walked out the doors closing behind him the minute he slipped in the walls on each side an crate were filled with different types of guns, G.U.N headquarters main door opened Shadow walked out with a pistol he stuffed in the back of his quills, which came at holding things when he didn't have pockets, Rouge was just at the end of the bunker sitting herself on top of his other bike that was here for him when he was on missions the white bat turned her head to make notice of him with a soft smile at him " took ya long enough, shadow!" He rolled his eyes at her an jumped on the bike, her arms wrapped around his chest feeling his chest fur " Rouge!" Shadow barked it earned him a giggle " sorry, couldn't help myself! " he could just see her pervert grin on her face, he knew this bat was a thief an a trick she used her beauty for her greed, it's something he liked about her!.

~ loud engines revived ~

The sound pleased Shadow to hear them roar loudly, Rouge noticed his sudden change of body language his ears twitched strangely, " so weird..." Rouge sighed, his watched beep taking his attention back to being serious to notice the coordinates directed into his watch on his wrist " Let's just get this over with!" Rouge sighed, shadow speeded out of the bunker the dust behind him an dirt blew at whoever was in his way the wind pushed away the soldiers to feel the speed of his bike race by them, he was created with a similar speed with a familiar blue rat but his Bikes were created just the same, he could boost the speed but the engineers advised not to cause the extra boost or it could pop the breaks they'd have to crash to stop themselves, his fingers flicked against the trigger button just at the end of his left handle " Shadow don't even think!" Rouge gasped taking notice of his interest to the button, her arms clinging around the hedgehog her wings were kept tucked closely to her trying to not create a parachute action to his speeding down the road, " next time..." shadow chuckled repositioning his hand on the handle an continued his path towards there destination, they were passing through the city speeding through the traffic, G.U.N would pay for the speed tickets " Jesus Shadow!!...Slow down!!" Rouge yelled still not use to the hedgehog's speeding bike it was like racing, Shadow turned his eyes towards the bat seeing her nervous expression on her face with a loose slow grip of the gas slowed his speed down, the wind wasn't as pushing anymore.

" Uhh..ah look at my hair!" Rouge cried feeling her white short hairs she had took all day morning to curl become flat an straight, " Dammit Shadow!" Rouge yelled " What are you bitching about?" Shadow barked back annoyed by the bat " Look what you did to my hair! All cause you want to show off your damn BIKE!" The headache returned to shadow but all cause of her screaming " Your screaming in my EAR!!" Shadow yelled, firing the eject seat Rouge flew off the bike and into the air " Oh!!...Shadow!!" Rouge yelled flapping her wings, she raced after the hedgehog even if she couldn't follow as fast as his bike could speed its way.

'Geez, this mission is taking us all the way out side of the city...' Shadow thought, Rouge was left behind by now he'd hear about it later on when she arrived, but with her out of the way he could see to what these people created...and finish what should have been done, he will not let this research come into the hands of G.U.N.

Tbc.

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themurphyzone · 6 years

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Haunted Ch 2

Now that Aspects is finished, I decided to make Haunted my new project!

Ch 2: A Place Between Two Worlds

Someone loudly rapped on the door, each sharp knock causing Heinz to flinch. Mother paused her soothing lullaby to Roger, hurrying downstairs as she gently shushed him.

“Who’s at the door, Mother?” Heinz asked as she passed by him.

She looked over her shoulder briefly, her mouth open in surprise. But she dismissed it with a shrug, balancing Roger with her body as she opened the door.

Heinz giggled at the oddly-dressed elderly woman with so much jewelry hanging off her arms that he thought her limbs would fall off from the sheer weight. She was stooped over like a bird, and only her eyes peeked out from a dark red veil.

“Soothsayer Maria,” Mother greeted. “Would you mind having a look around?”

The old soothsayer rolled her eyes impatiently. “That’s what you called me for, is it not? Now, stand aside and let me work.”

Mother nodded, slightly taken aback by her rudeness. “I need to put Roger down for a nap. I’ll be back.”

Heinz gasped in shock as Maria suddenly yanked Mother’s arms downward to get a better look at Roger. She murmured gibberish under her breath, sprinkling Roger with a yellow powder from a small pouch around her waist. “Extract of milkweed,” she said. “The smell is undetectable for people, but it’s extremely foul for evil spirits. They won’t get your precious boy now. You may put him to sleep.”

Maria waved her hand dismissively, and Mother composed herself as she headed upstairs.

“What do you think it smells like?” Heinz asked as Maria uprooted the couch cushions. “Is it like a skunk where you need to take a bath in tomato juice after you get sprayed? What if it smells like Kenny’s shoes? Cause Dieter passed out once he got a whiff of that stuff, and it was pretty funny!”

“Ah yes, there are echoes off the walls,” Maria whispered. “A past buried and hidden, but it lives on. The truth always finds a way to come out. And when we reach that day, peace will be achieved.”

As she sprinkled Doonkleberry juice over several cracks in the wall, Mother rushed into the living room. “Roger is asleep. Did you find anything?”

Maria nodded sagely. “The foundation is unstable.”

“Well, Hans didn’t buy this plot from the most reputable merchant-”

“When one only thinks of physical needs, everyone suffers,” Maria said, her eyes narrowing behind the veil.

This woman made no sense. Mother hired her to ward off evil spirits, not spout confusing riddles! Heinz didn’t like her at all.

“Now, the foxglove flowers will block a poltergeist’s sight. Keep these away from the baby, dearie. They’re poisonous,” Maria continued, placing several bottles of various objects on a broken table. “A feather from the tail of a dominant rooster will ensure that the poltergeist cannot hear you speaking ill of him. And lastly, a wad of mice tails so that he may not harm you. I believe this should suffice.”

“Yes, it will,” Mother said, holding a hand to her chest in relief. “I’ll tell Hans when he comes back.”

Maria’s jewelry rattled as she drew an envelope out from the folds of her dress. “My payment. Some of my materials aren’t easy to procure, you know.”

“Yes, I understand,” Mother said. “Wait here. We made sure to save a few coins after...you know.” She opened a cabinet, digging around the various trophies Only Son had won for the money.

“Denial can be a powerful thing,” Maria mused. “Avoid it at all costs.”

Heinz froze, realizing that she was staring straight at him. Just his luck that the creepy lady was the only one who actually paid attention to him. Since he didn’t want to stick around anymore, Heinz decided to see what Father was up to.

Father wasn’t at the tavern. Which was odd. He always went out with a few neighbors at this time. It was surprising that he managed to escape the notice of the large man who stood guard at the entrance since he always yelled at kids who got too close. He was tempted to make some noise to draw the man’s attention.

Then he heard a commotion at the edge of the village. Father barked orders to two other men, who carried a lumpy bundle completely swaddled in plain black cloth. Only Son trotted proudly between their heels, occasionally snapping at their exposed skin.

Curious, Heinz followed them. He remained hidden from sight, so he didn’t provoke his Father.

Several onlookers watched the group make their way to the edge of the forest, where all sorts of creatures who wanted to prey on humanity dwelled. They whispered and turned away, refusing to get involved.

The bundle was dropped at the base of a large, gnarled tree. Father removed the cloth, tossing it at one of the men who carried it there. Then he marched off, snapping his fingers at Only Son to follow.

But Only Son paused, stopping to scent the air. Then his hackles rose, a growl erupting from his throat.

Heinz ducked as Only Son lunged straight towards him, his jaws snapping together. He covered his face with his hands. Then Only Son suddenly yelped. When he peeked between his fingers, he saw Father dragging him back by the collar, swearing profusely at his sudden disobedience. Only Son whined and growled, but received a curt blow to his muzzle.

Heinz watched them disappear over the hill, waiting for the other men to leave before he approached the bundle.

Except it wasn’t a bundle of objects like he first thought.

It was a child’s body.

A stiff, lifeless body.

It was dressed in a tattered, black robe that swallowed its entire body. Its curled fingers reached for something that wasn’t there, its face buried in the dirt shamefully.

His heart pounded out of his chest, and his brain told him not to look. But his curiosity overtook him.

Heinz needed to know who this child was. He crouched next to the head so he could get a better look at his face.

Then a chorus of purrs sounded from the tangled underbrush, and several ocelots surrounded the body. Mama and Papa Ocelot, the two wildcats who’d taken him in after he’d been disowned, were among them. Their heads were down, their ears flattened as they gently shook the body in the vain hopes of waking it up.

When it didn’t stir, Papa Ocelot threw his head back and bellowed to the sky, Mama Ocelot brushed against him, her tail intertwining with his own.

The other ocelots had turned the body over, gently pulling it deeper into the woods.

There was no mistaking that mop of brown hair and the beak-like nose.

It was him.

The ocelots were dragging his corpse into the forest.

Heinz desperately tried to rack his memory. He remembered being a lawn gnome on the cold, lonely nights. He remembered the warmth of the ocelot’s fur. He remembered everyone mocking him for not being a man.

He heard them scold in harsh voices. He saw them maintain a stony silence when he failed to meet their expectations.

But he didn’t remember dying.

As an experiment, he tried to touch Mama Ocelot’s fur. But his fingers passed through her, dissipating like mist when they contacted her body. When he withdrew, his fingers reformed.

Mama Ocelot lowered her head, a mournful purr coming from her chest. Her tongue swiped the air several times.

She was trying to lick him, he realized.

Papa Ocelot managed to stand at long last. He padded after the others. Mama Ocelot flicked her head, gesturing that he should follow.

Heinz obeyed. Mama Ocelot trod at a pace that was easy for Heinz to keep up with. The roots didn’t trip him, nor did his feet hurt even though they were walking on rough ground.

The ocelots gently placed the body (his body) in a small, freshly dug hole next to a flowing stream. Papa Ocelot dropped something into the grave, then stepped back and allowed the others to kick dirt over the hole.

When Heinz opened his hand, an ocelot’s curved claw laid in his palm.

#ghost heinz au #heinz doofenshmirtz #doofenshmirtz sucky bio parents #haunted #ocelots

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rantingwriter · 6 years

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Me again!!! Can you do a scenario where starish is trapped in a haunted house and has to find a way to escape? Have fun with it :)

(sorry this took so long to get to -.-’ illness and stress make for long term writers block)

Otoya: He shakily walks the dim halls of the abandoned dorm. How did he let Cecil talk him into such a trek? The dusty, cobweb ridden pictures were unsettling to say the least, but the real terror for him came from the closed doors. He kept hearing voices, or what he thought was voices, but every time he tried to check, the doors would be locked. A loud bang from a nearby room nearly stops the red heads heart. “H-Hello? Anyone here?” He didn’t want to know the answer, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Another loud noise kicks his instincts into action and sends him running for the exit. Unaware that his fellow idols were the ones causing the noise behind those doors.

“Should we tell him it isn’t real now?” Natsuki asks, feeling a little bad for causing such a scare.

“No, he’ll be fine.” Reiji waves the be-speckled blond off and continues snickering at his kohai dust trail.

Masato: The spooky sounds and jump scares that plague his path did little to startle him. It is all just cheap tricks after all, what is there to fear? As he enters the last half of the ‘haunted’ establishment he is met with an interesting apparition. “Hello? Now this is a quality ghost.” He inspects the area in search of a projector, finding none in the vicinity. The spectral looks around her surroundings with a somber, puzzled expression before floating off into a wall. The bluenette shrugs and leaves the building to meet up with his friends.

“What did you think? Pretty spooky, right?” Syo is first to ask of his opinion.

“The only part that seemed remotely spooky was that ghost projection at the end.” All of them give him a quizzical look.

“Um, there was no projection at the end…” Ren states, his roommate getting a sudden chill up his spine. That was…real?

Ren: The young model rarely lost his cool. So, when the guys challenged him to walk this haunted house alone. He had no qualms with the terms. However, the further he walked the more lost he became. “Haven’t I been here twice already?” He rubs the back of his head as he views the same picture again. As he looks around he can hear the faintest sound of a giggle. “Very funny…” he heads towards the source of the laughter to find a little girl skipping around a room. He watches from the door way, this girl was very dedicated to her role. She even covered her body in blue paint that glowed in the light…wait…his face suddenly paled at the realization. There was no light in this room, the light of the windows barely reached past his feet. He takes one step back, the floor creaking beneath him. The sound has the girl whipping her head around to look at him.

“Ren? Ren?! Wake up!” His eyes slowly open to view Tokiya and Cecil looming over him.

“What happened?” he asks as he sits up to find himself outside.

“Your time was up we went in to find you. We found you unconscious near the entrance. What did you see?” Cecil asks, looking rather frightened. Ren looks up towards the nearby window and spots the little girl again, waving at him.

“You don’t want to know…”

Syo: The dark corridors of the old mansion were creepy, but for the aspiring actor, he felt very little fear. Natsuki wasn’t around with his cooking and he would go no higher than one story. This challenge would be a piece of cake. “That bet is as good as won!” He starts laughing loudly, an eerie silence surrounding him when he stops. Not even an echo of his own voice could be heard. “Okay, maybe I spoke too soon.” He gulps down nothing, his mouth going dry from the sudden increase in silence. As he tries to navigate the darkness, he realized he was stuck in place. He checks himself for a harness or something tangible to explain this lack of motion. “This is ridiculous, guys! Stop messing around!” Again more silence, followed by the sound of foot steps. They seemed to be coming from every direction. His heart hammering against his chest, he is scared to turn around. His feet betray him as he moves jerkily around to face the loudest source of feet.

“Syo-chan are you alright?” The sight of Natuski with a flashlight on his face breaks the short idol. “Huh? Ah! Syo-chan! Your soul is trying to fly away!!”

Cecil: A haunted house is one thing, but sending him into an old aquarium is just cruel. Despite the water and fish being gone for years, the tanned boy continues to see movement where there shouldn’t be. “Breath, there are no fish here…there are none…” he had no faith in his words. His feet moving on autopilot to get through the building. He just had to get to the other side and leave through the exit. As he entered a hall with empty tanks on either side, his hair stands on end. “Oh, muses help me…” He can’t stop the tremble in his voice as he proceeds forward. He passes by an old coral reef the faint sounds of bubbles hitting his sharp ears. “Huh?!” He whips around to find nothing, “must be my imagination.” He continues forward, hearing more odd sounds the farther he gets. He spots the exit and his friends waiting by the door. He feels a wave of relief until he notices a light out of the corner of his eye. His head creaks to the side to find a diver waving at him. He squeals and takes off running, the diver laughing as he watches the boy sprint.

“How did you convince Camus to dress up as a diver?” Tokiya asks, watching as Otoya tries to calm Cecil down. Reiji shrugs, Ranmaru and Ai hoisting the man out of the empty tank.

“A better question is how they got this equipment.”

Natsuki: The chipper blond skips his way through the haunted corn maze. He woke up in the center and just started walking. It was fun, the clear night and crisp air made it enjoyable for him. Though he didn’t understand how he ended up there, he didn’t really care. A sudden figure jumps out in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. “Hello~ Are you trying to find the exit too?” The figure says nothing, it just stands there with something in its grasp. “Don’t be shy, what’s your name?” It simply points down the path. “Oh, is the exit that way? Thank you~” He turns and heads away from the figure. The sound of a chainsaw revving loudly behind him is enough to trip him on his own feet. The figure charges at the floored blond, unaware of the consequences of its actions. As the boy rises from the ground, his glasses remain stuck in the mud. A sudden aura forming around him that makes the figure stall in its actions.

“I don’t know who you are, but you have pissed me off!” Satsuki grabs hold of the chainsaw and throws it. The shriek that emits from the figure enough to stop him from further damage to the shadow.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t actually going to hurt you! It’s all part of the act!!!” The employee rips off his mask to show his face. “That thing was a leaf blower!” Satsuki snarls at the man and grabs his muddied spectacles off the ground.

“Where’s the damn exit?” The man points him towards the way out, the grumpy idol quick to leave the maze. “Who ever put us in there is dead meat.”

Tokiya: He didn’t see the appeal of haunted houses. They were generally fake and any and all scary movies would prove that you should never get involved with ones that are dubbed real. “Seriously, this is a waste of time…” he hefts a sigh and continues looking for the item the guys hid in the spooky house. They hid his music sheets to get him to participate. He wasn’t thrilled to find them gone. After nearly half an hour of searching, his ears pick up the distinct sounds of a piano playing somewhere. He follows the sound, curious to see if this was some form of elaborate hint. When he reaches the room, he opens the door with out a second thought. The sight in front of him stopping him in his tracks. The piano is unoccupied, the keys moving by themselves. “N-No way,” he is dumbfounded, his sheet music rests on the self-playing piano. He swallows the small amount of fear bubbling up and goes for it. As he draws closer the playing stops, a familiar squeak hitting his ears. “Nanami?” The timid composer turns to reveal she is in a suit that kept her hidden while she played the piano.

“H-Hello…”

“They roped you into this didn’t they?”

“Yes, sorry…” He grabs the sheet music and tucks it under his arm.

“No harm no foul, lets get out of here.” As she rises up from her seat, the piano starts playing again. The idol scoops up the petite girl and high tails it out of the building. The two vowing to never enter this place again.

#uta no prince sama #ittoki otoya #Masato Hijirikawa #Ren Jinguji #Syo Kurusu #Cecil Aijima #Natsuki Shinomiya #Satsuki Shinomiya #ichinose tokiya

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A Good Egg: Chapter Three

Rating: G

The art for this chapter is brought to you by my lovely friend over at @madmeeper! Click Read More for the chapter.

Several thumps were the cause for Link’s unrest that night. The first bump he passed off as a noise from one of the various outdoor animals, since they were always causing a ruckus at unappreciated times. The second time he heard the noise, though, he decided to investigate. Next to him Zelda snored lightly, she was a heavy sleeper, at least compared to him. Taking care not to disturb her well deserved rest, he quietly tossed his blanket aside and slipped out of bed. He heard the third thump from the top of the stairs, which without a doubt came from inside the house, and grabbed the nearest object. Coat rack in hand, he carefully made his way down the steps.

He could feel his heart rate increasing. The people residing in the village were all trustworthy and friendly, none of them bore ill will against him or his family, but there was always the possibility a member of the Yiga Clan was seeking revenge. It could even be a lost and confused horse. Either way, he was prepared to take care of whatever it was that made its way into his home.

As he carefully walked down the stairs, he could see the faint glow in the living room from the fire rod projecting a shadow on the wall-it definitely appeared to be humanoid in shape. He took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for an unwanted intruder, and glanced around the corner.

All of his anxiety and worry vanished when he saw the culprit was just their daughter, Karane. A bit of that anxiety resurfaced when he realised his five year old daughter was messing with a dangerous fire rod in the dead of night. Link dropped the coat rack and rushed into the living room, yanking away the fire rod from Karane. She gasped as she was lifted into the air by her father, he knew picking her up was the best way to get her out of immediate trouble since she just loved to run around and fight back.

“Dad!” she exclaimed while kicking her feet. Once she settled down, Link set her down and he picked up the fire rod off the floor/counter/shelf so he could safely put it back in its proper place on the wooden stand. He peered into the box that housed the weird egg. It had been a week since Zelda brought it home and showed no signs of doing anything spectacular, but she had mentioned her reasoning for doing all of this was field research. Link was no scientist, but he was fairly certain field research happened in the field, not at home.

“Dad, Egg won’t come out.” Karane whined as she climbed onto a chair to glance inside the box. Zelda’s experiment had been dubbed ‘Egg’ by the kids when it was first brought into their home, but he was certain it would be given a better name once it hatched. Karane was impatient with the whole ordeal and wanted to play with the new pet. She had been told plenty of times before to leave the egg alone and it would hatch when it was ready, but listening wasn’t her strong suit.

“Leave it alone.” Link said in between a yawn. Karane hung her head and grabbed her father’s hand, and he led her back to her room. Thankfully, Viscen was sound asleep in his bed; he only had to deal with one troublemaker tonight. He tucked Karane snuggly into her covers with no resistance on her part, and lingered for a few more minutes while he sat on the foot of her bed. Confident all was well and that she had finally fallen asleep, Link finally made his was back to his own room.

Zelda hadn’t moved an inch, she slept blissfully. Link crawled underneath the blankets and scooted himself close to her. Some might have called it sweet, others may joke he was leeching off of her body heat, but he was content and was able to quickly fall back asleep.

“Dad! Dad! Come on Dad, get up!” Karane shouted as she jumped on the bed. Link quickly awoke and braced himself for the impending stomps. This was a common way for him to wake up, previous experiences told him so long as he covered himself he’d be fine. “Dad, Egg is saying hello! C’mon!” Link hardly had time to even stretch his legs before Karane grabbed his hands and was desperately trying to drag him down the stairs. Figuring resistance was pointless, he humored her and allowed himself to be pulled into the living room. Still in his pajamas and needing to use the bathroom yet, he stood in front of the incubation box next to Karane and Viscen.

The egg had a rather large hole in it, the leathery shell was folded in some places, it moved slightly as whatever it was inside made its way out. Zelda was, predictably, furiously writing notes in her journal, and her face was beaming. Clearly she was pleased with the events taking place. She paused only a few times, clearly deep in thought, before going back to scribbling. She always saw much more than he did, finding patterns in things he hadn't even considered looking at. He couldn't even begin to guess what was going through her head this time, but once she became fixated on something she had an insatiable need to record everything she saw.

Link hadn’t thought much about the little animal, it had been on the bottom of his large list of worries in favor of all the other issues that occupied his week. A few calves escaped the confines of their pen a few days prior, and Link spent most of the day gathering them while dispatching the stray monsters that were attracted to the helpless animals. That, plus the continuous need to help build the town/various parts of hyrule/etc kept him rather occupied.

Thankfully, this morning was met with no other distractions, so Link was able to solely focus on his family and the egg. He had his suspicions about the whole ordeal, but up until now, there had been little time for questions.

A small, green, reptilian head popped out of the egg, the little horn on its nose breaking through the protective liquid sac that once served as the little creature’s home. The lizard cautiously bobbed its head up and down, and eventually wriggled a leg free from the egg. It was a slow process, but Zelda and the kids relished the sight before them. After what seemed like ages, the lizard finally freed itself from the egg, Zelda never taking her pen away from the parchment.

The creature was unsteady on its feet, several times it tried moving around in the incubation box before falling over. It kept its long tail curled up, as if doing that comforted it. The kids were delighted, they clapped and laughed as the lizard made a few more wobbly attempts at walking. Zelda looked mighty pleased, but her smile faded when she looked up and saw Link didn’t share their enthusiasm. He knew exactly what the creature was, he’d seen more than his fair share.

It was a lizalfos.

“We’re not keeping it.” Link stated with a calm voice. He knew the hatched lizalfos was harmless in its current state, but who knew when it would get a hold of itself and start attacking. He couldn’t kill it right in front of them, especially not with how much they had bonded with it before it hatched. It could be moved now, far, far, far away from humans while it couldn’t harm anyone. He could spare this one monster, mostly for his family’s sake.

“But Link, think about the possibilities!” Zelda quipped without hesitation, “There’s scientific potential here, think of the breakthroughs we could have because of this opportunity.”

“That thing’s dangerous.” he replied while crossing his arms. The kids were still giggling and playing with the monster, even though it was a hatchling it still made him nervous that they were in such a close proximity with it. Thankfully, they were blissfully unaware of his desire to get rid of the lizalfos, and were too distracted to notice their parents conversing about it.

“It’s only a baby, Link, what harm can it do?”

A bit frustrated with Zelda’s response, Link pulled up his left pant leg and kept it rolled around his knee. The skin on his calf was discolored and made uneven by a few large scars that wrapped around his leg. Zelda’s expression changed, and he knew she realized what he was talking about. He didn’t have to say anything else, they both already knew where that particular scar had come from.

Link became so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice Zelda watching him, frozen and removed from the world as he was. His stare was both piercing and dead, and he didn’t notice himself tremble. He was so absorbed in his reality that he didn't notice Zelda moving to embrace him

“It’s okay.” she mumbled as she moved to hug him, “I should have realized this might happen.” He hugged back to let her know there was no harm done They remained like that for a few more minutes. Link had more than a few bad experiences with monsters, particularly Lizalfos. They were tall, fast, and on top of it all surprisingly intelligent. He didn't like the idea of keeping one in their home, and didn't doubt for one moment that the small reptile would break something or hurt someone. Then again, he guessed because of their intelligence, it was possible to train them. If Zelda could keep the lizalfos out of trouble and teach it to not to hurt people, then maybe it wouldn't be a bad short-term experiment.

“Keep it caged.” Link mustered to say, and Zelda’s face lit up when she heard the words. As much as he disagreed with the whole thing, Even Link could agree this was a unique opportunity to study a normally unapproachable creature, perhaps they could learn a way to deter other lizalfos by looking at this one. He still didn’t like the idea of having it anywhere near him and his family, but this seemed like a nice compromise. They could keep it penned to study until it was too big to keep, then it could be released on one of the isolated borders Hyrule... yes, that was an excellent idea indeed, one that would keep both parties happy.

Zelda and the kids wasted no time with getting to work on a suitable enclosure for the little lizalfos. She took them outside and they worked together on building a pen out of wood and spare cucco wire. Meanwhile, Link was left alone with the fumbling hatchling. He was glad it was a simple green one and not one of the hardier electric or fire ones. If that had been the case, then there would have been no way he would have allowed such a thing to remain in his home. No, he could deal with this one, at least for now. It could hardly walk, it was in no way an immediate threat.

While the kids and Zelda worked outside, Link decided it was the perfect time to write in his journal. He ventured upstairs, found his notebook on the nightstand, and opened it to a partially blank page where he dotted down the date. The entries were far and few inbetween these days, he didn’t write in it as much as he used to, especially after the Calamity was taken care of. There just wasn’t as much to talk about anymore, but he tried to record important things like milestones in the slow rebuilding of Hyrule. Naturally, he had also written of personal accomplishments, like the day he and Zelda finally got married, and the birth of his children. One of the most common things recorded in his journal, however, were his lost memories. Once in awhile he’d remember something from his past before the Calamity, and to ensure that he wouldn’t forget it again he began the habit of writing them down. He liked having a dedicated space to record his thoughts, especially since it took away the pressure of speech.

Once he found a pen, he brought it back downstairs and wrote about the experience with the momentary moment of spacing out. He wrote not only about the events themselves, but about how helpless he had felt back then, and about how much he hated that he still blanked out for several moments while reliving these memories.

When he finished writing, he tucked the journal away in a stack of Zelda’s ‘to do’ pile so she could read it later tonight. . He checked up on The lizalfos, and found that it was fast asleep in the incubation box. Oddly enough, instead of coming up with a new name for the reptile, the kids still maintained on calling it “Egg”. Knowing his family, that was probably what they would be calling it from now on.

He glanced out the window and saw that Zelda was working on the project alone now, Karane and Viscen had become distracted with some butterflies that flew into the yard. Link decided to go out and help her, After all, he may not agree with every decision, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be supportive of her endeavours, no matter how strange they seemed to him. If she wanted to raise a scaly-fish-eating-death-machine, then fine, he would help her in whatever way she asked.

It was the very least he could do.

#loz #botw #zelda fanfiction #egg au #a good egg #hyahwrites #zelink #you can also find it on ao3

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