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caught in the middle (1); m. barzal

SYNOPSIS: For the sake of your friend’s wedding with Tito, you and Mat agree to maintain the facade of still being the happy couple everyone sees you as. But the act comes with its consequences, one more taxing than the other. WARNINGS: language. WORD COUNT: 11.2k A/N: I am so excited for this because it contains some of the tropes I enjoy seeing in fics, and I was dying to also put out some new content as opposed to only reposting my old writing. I wish I wrote this when I was still decent at doing the thing, but I hope that this is still an enjoyable read that makes you look forward to the next part! Title is based off Alexander 23′s Caught in the Middle which is such a good song and I really recommend. Sections in italics represent flashbacks.

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“We’re getting married!”

You gasped, bringing both hands to cover the lower half of your face as your jaw dropped at the announcement. It shouldn’t be so surprising – you would’ve bet even your most prized possession that this was bound to happen at some point eventually – but knowing this was actually now a sure thing sent a thrill through you. It didn’t take long for the shock to wear off and in place of it, your expression mirrored that of your best friend’s: the wide grin, the bright eyes and of course, the giggles of sheer excitement as soon as the news sunk in. Elise was glowing and next to her, Tito embodied the idea of what the world’s proudest man would look like.

“Oh my god!” you gasped, and Elise burst into laughter, not hesitating to jump out of her seat at the same time you did so that the two of you could embrace. Among your squeals and giggles, you could faintly make out the sound of hands being clapped, then caught sight of Mat and Tito hugging. Over Elise’s shoulder and over Tito’s, you and Mat exchanged smiles and you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your mouth as soon as he winked at you. “Congratulations!” you said as soon as you broke apart, though the two of you still held hands. Immediately, your gaze fell down to her hand where a ring now rested, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you hadn’t taken notice of it earlier. “Just—when? How? Where? Who else knows?”

“We don’t have a date or venue set yet, but we wanted you and Mat to be the first to know,” Elise informed you as soon as you took your seats again.

“We have a favour to ask from both of you,” Tito supplied. As soon as he said it, you felt Mat’s hand wrap around your own and the two of you exchanged a brief look during which he squeezed your hand gently, before diverting your attentions back to the soon-to-be newlyweds.

Newlyweds. The immensity of the word sent a discrete shiver down your spine.

“I can’t imagine asking this of anyone else: I want you to be my best man,” Tito directed at Mat.

“You shouldn’t even think of asking this of anyone else,” Mat responded immediately, and the two shook hands on it. You couldn’t help but think that if they weren’t as comfortable as they were now, they’d probably hug again, do their typical pats on the back or fist bump as they usually did, but Elise’s head now rested on Tito’s shoulder and Mat’s hand was so warm, so firm atop your own.

“Be my maid of honour, please?” Elise asked. “I can’t think of anyone more suitable than you and Mat as best man and maid of honour. We’ll return the favour of course,” she added playfully.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you warned without hesitating because after all, you had no reason to – and you knew Mat would agree with you.

Although the two of you hadn’t touched on the subject yet, there was an unvoiced knowledge shared between you that eventually, this would also be you. Eventually, Mat would ask you and your heart would grow and your soul would warm, and you would say yes. Yes, yes, yes.

As you all settled down to hear a replay of how Tito popped the question and Elise accepted the ring, Mat’s thumb began caressing the back of your hand. Though the gesture wasn’t a novelty, you couldn’t help but take notice of the way your heart fluttered each time he seemed to linger more on your ring finger. It wasn’t difficult to imagine a ring wrapped around it but neither of you were in a rush: you simply waited for the right time to take your relationship to a point in which it would become a forever thing, fully confident it wasn’t a question of ‘if’ but rather, ‘when’.

This was anything but the right time.

You frown as you cast a glance down at the phone resting on your lap, eyes narrowing a little at the name which brought the display to life for the second time in the space of less than a minute. You click the side button twice, silencing the vibrations of it and from your side, your colleague leans in to whisper to you.

“You can take it if it’s urgent. I’ll fill you in afterwards.”

“Thanks,” you whisper back. “I think it can wait until the meeting wraps up though.”

Luke gives you a well, if you’re sure look as he leaned back in his chair and you flash him a grateful smile.

Still, it is difficult for you to settle comfortably in your seat again and much to your chagrin, you find yourself crossing and uncrossing your legs as if the call had sent some sort of signal to your entire body kickstarting jitteriness you can honestly do without. Not long after you find some comfort and energy to draw yourself back to the present, your phone buzzes again – only once this time, indicating a message.

I’m waiting for you in the lobby.

Fuck, you curse inwardly, locking the phone in frustration. As quietly as you can, you gather your notebook and work tablet then lean in towards Luke who met you halfway. “Have to run but let me know if I miss anything important.”

“At the current rate, I wouldn’t count much on it but will do anyway,” he states as quietly as he can and the two of you exchange sly, conspiratorial smiles before you excuse yourself quickly and very quietly while making a swift exit.

Internally, a string of curses follow without a break in between, and you have to physically bite down on your lip out of sheer fear one might unconsciously slip out. If anyone would be in your shoes, though, they wouldn’t blame you for it. You are the type of person to stick closely to any plans and agreements made, so the fact that he just chose to turn up so unexpectedly doesn’t sit right with you. Not anymore, that is. Besides, you had both agreed to do this after your workday ended as opposed to midday and definitely not in this place. Now, you have to brace yourself for coping with a foul mood on top of whatever else the rest of the day would throw at you.

“You’ve got a visitor,” Rachel announces quietly in a sing-song voice from behind the reception desk as you approach. She doesn’t bother masking the giddiness in her tone and you struggle to work up as genuine of a smile as you can when she nods her head towards the waiting area.

“Thanks, Rach.”

“Bet he must be so happy your redeployment to the Baltimore offices was cut short so quickly,” she coos.

“Sure is. We’re still on for tonight?” you ask quickly in an attempt to drive attention away from the subject before she can try to lead into it too far for your own comfort at the moment.

Rachel’s smile falters a little, her expression somewhat quizzical. “Don’t you want to postpone so you could spend some time with him? You only just got back yesterday, after all.”

You swallow uncomfortably before shrugging. “We’ve got plenty of time to do that. So tonight, okay? I’ll catch you later.”

“Your call. See you then, Y/N!”

You only had just a split second to brace yourself for what is ahead of you, so you draw in a breath then slowly exhale it as discreetly as you can while cutting your way across the lobby. Since agreeing to this meeting, you prepared yourself as best as you could, imagining every single scenario and devising the appropriate plan for it: from the way you presented yourself to what you said, you had a mental plan for everything including a few backups just in case. The only thing you hadn’t factored in, apparently, was how little was under your control and you hated that. Each step you take made you feel less and less prepared for what is ahead, and the thought rattles you. If you were swift enough on your feet, you could just about make a quick turn and dip into the hallway leading to the visitor restrooms. All you need is just a few more seconds. A little alone time for you to run over your lines in your head.

Except—

Mat looks up at the same time you take a step sideways, ready to bolt towards temporary safety. His eyebrows rise a little as if surprised by the sight of you, but you refuse to appear outwardly deflated by the turn of events. Instead, you square your shoulders, tip your head back a little and arch an eyebrow. You can do this. You note he is dressed casually, and his hair is pushed back underneath a black cap.

Unless there was a change in schedule, Thursdays were scrimmage days.

Your jaw clenches ever so slightly as you recall that with so much ease. Then again, you basically built up a collection of information that was practically helpful or useful to exactly no one over the course of the past few years. It’ll probably take just as much or maybe more to replace that with something different, so you try cutting yourself some slack whenever you are willing to.

“I thought we agreed on five thirty,” you state coolly, pitching your voice at just the right tone to also express surprise.

Mat pushes up from the armchair, returning whatever magazine he’d picked up back on the nearby glass table. “Sorry, I tried calling earlier this morning to ask if we can reschedule but it went straight to voicemail.”

Oh. You mentally curse yourself for not charging your phone as soon as you made it home from the airport the previous night or bothering to check the voicemail message you’d been notified of once it did begin charging earlier this morning at your desk.

“They rescheduled the viewing of the new arena for this evening, and I was in the area, so I thought I’ll drop by just in case,” Mat continues, throwing a cursory glance around the place though to you, it seemed more like a way of having a break from the eye contact. You don’t complain; you welcome that.

You open your mouth, ready to berate his poor timing but even you could admit you carry some fault here too. Only a little. You bite down lightly on the tip of your tongue, before nodding towards the seats though you didn’t wait for Mat; you sit, deciding he could make up his own mind if he wanted to follow or not.

“How was Baltimore?” he asks after a few moments of awkward silence while settling in the same armchair he previously occupied.

“Mat,” you say, hoping it comes across as more of a warning than a plea. You can’t deal with small talk and a part of you thinks that’d make the entire deal even more difficult to go through with. He presses his lips together into a thin line and you take that as your sign to continue. “Elise told me she’d like us to be at the venue a day in advance of the rehearsal dinner if we can. I’ve already arranged my leave for that, so it’s not a problem for me. I’m planning on making my way there sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

“We can go together then. I can pick you up after work.”

“There’s no need—”

“Y/N.” The sharpness of his tone catches you off guard and you can swear Mat was equally surprised by that, though only for the briefest of moments. He slides forward a little in the seat almost as if he is more than ready to leave but Mat has never been one to back down so easily and you doubt any of that changed during the course of the past three months or so. “You were the one who insisted we go through with this and I’m trying. I really am, but you’re not giving me anything to work with. So please. Let’s just put everything to the side, do what we need to do and then it’s done.”

Done. Like it is a task, like it is something you needed to cross off a to-do list, scrunch it up then trash it.

The finality of the word is so heavy that it feels as if it had managed to knock out all the air in your lungs. You and Mat were running headfirst towards a fork in the road, and deep down you knew that was truly it. If until now the two of you have been dancing around each other, playing pretend as if you were kids living in a world of fantasy, you know that eventually, you have to let light shine on the truth: whatever lay ahead, you and Mat could no longer walk the same paths. It is just a matter of admitting it not only to yourselves, but also to the people you were lying to.

Lying for, you prefer.

Defeated, you slump in your own seat a little, legs crossing and fingers tapping lightly against the back of your notebook. “Be at my place by two. I’ll have everything that I need ready the night before so we won’t need to wait around.” A pause, and then, “how’s Tito?”

Mat lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug. “Excited. Nervous. It’s the only thing he talks about in the locker, outside of it, on ice and off ice. How’s Elise?”

“Same deal with her. I never knew there were so many shades of blue before, but I’ve been proven wrong before.”

A pause follows that could easily be attributed to the group of people rushing into the building and allowing noise from the street outside to filter in while the doors were kept open, but you can tell there is more to it than that if you are to go by the shift in Mat’s expression. His expression changes and you find you can’t quite read into it or guess what could be going on through his head. You try not to focus much on the little voice inside your mind that was bothered by it but find it takes a considerable amount of effort to do so. Force of habit, you conclude.

“You don’t say,” Mat finally responds. There is a hint of accusation in his tone. Or regret. Maybe both.

Your lips press together firmly, a light frown forming on your face but chose to let that slide. Not only is the lobby of your workplace the least suitable place to have an argument about the two of you, but you find that even those short moments of seeing Mat face to face months after you called it quits appears to take a toll on you. You feel tired, worn out and willing to be the first one to back down for once.

It is cruel irony that a big red neon EXIT sign is visible from the corner of your eye.

You release a quiet, long sigh then stand up from the seat. “Well, I guess we’re done here? I do have another meeting to prepare for, so…” You trail off, already backing away a few steps.

Mat opens his mouth as if ready to say something else but promptly presses his lips together, deciding against it. He gives a swift nod of his head then stands up. It’s then you notice the two Styrofoam cups in front of him and the neon EXIT sign imprinted in your mind starts flashing temptingly at you. Mat is a step ahead. He holds out one of the cups towards you and you are ready to tell him off for it, but he cut in.

“Thought I wouldn’t drop by empty handed.” When you don’t make a move to accept it, his eyes briefly peek behind you. “Rachel’s all eyes this way, by the way,” he informs you and a brief glance over your shoulder confirms Mat hasn’t been lying.

As soon as you turn to look towards the reception desk, Rachel grins, waves quickly at you then turns back to her computer screen. Begrudgingly, you accept the cup of coffee and force a tight smile.

“See you soon,” you say by way of greeting and didn’t wait to hear a response from Mat.

It isn’t until you scan your pass to cross the security barriers and make a turn out of sight that you take a sip from the drink and almost immediately wish you didn’t. It’s your order to a T. The two of you even brought a coffee machine that would let you replicate it on days when you didn’t feel like leaving the comforts of your apartment, especially days when Mat didn’t need to get up early for practices or scrimmages or evening games. It stayed with Mat when you left and the memory left a bitter taste in your mouth, despite the gentle sweetness of the beverage.

Without thinking twice, you throw the cup in the nearest trash can.

As soon as your order is set on the table, you ignore the basket of fries and reach straight for your glass to take a long sip from the straw, letting out a content sigh as soon as you felt satiated enough.

“Long day,” you state in response to Rachel’s raised eyebrows but she seems to accept that by raising her own glass. You clink yours against hers, take a smaller sip then set it back down on the table. “What time do you think you’ll make it over to the hotel?”

“Well, I was thinking of trying to get there by midday on the day of the rehearsal dinner but it’s starting to look more like late afternoon. I’m…” She trails off, and you can just about pick up on her hesitation and the way her gaze shifts over to the side momentarily as if avoiding something or considering whether to continue that. You move in your seat, peeling your back away from the plush backrest to lean in a little closer.

“You’re…” you trail off, voice peaking just a little into a question in an attempt to prompt her to continue.

Rachel takes a deep breath in, shoulders visibly drooping and when she looked back at you, she did so with a look that could only reflect…shame? Embarrassment?

“Luke and I are sort of thinking of coming along together.” At the sight of your widened eyes, she quickly adds, “just as friends! We’re still working out through a few things and we’re taking it slow. As in, much, much slower than the first time around.”

“No way! That’s… Rach, that’s so good. I’m happy for you both, seriously.”

You find that you truly believed that, though it wasn’t a surprise to you. You had introduced Rachel to Luke while she visited you in Baltimore and at the time, he worked with you there also. Initially, you didn’t think much of it - you simply invited her to come along to a few after work drinks and the two kicked it off easily that night. Very easily apparently, because as the night started coming to an end, Rachel prompted you to go ahead without her. Ready to say you weren’t going to leave her own her own, you shortly found out exactly why: you watched with plenty of amusement and fascination as she and Luke climbed into a taxi together and whizzed off to his place, undoubtedly. That was pretty much their start and continuation. Her visits to Baltimore were more frequent and though you were seeing her often enough, it definitely wasn’t as much as Luke saw of her. And you were fine with that. They fit almost perfectly and it only took a few more meetings for them to label themselves as a couple.

Things began crumbling as soon as Luke had moved to the New York office just a few weeks before your own return. While he seemed fine with the idea of Rachel working in the same place, that wasn’t also her take on things.

“It’s weird,” she told you through the phone. “It just… It’s so weird. I’d be seeing him at my place or his and in the office? No thanks. That’s way too much for me, you know?”

It made sense, of course, and though you rooted for them, you didn’t want to push her into something she wasn’t comfortable with. Yet, there was a tremble to her voice, a sort of uncertainty that made you think otherwise. It wasn’t that Rachel didn’t have any feelings for him - maybe she was simply shocked to see him walk through those glass doors one morning to pick up his brand new ID and claim what would soon become his permanent desk across from yours.

“Thanks,” she tells you, pulling you back into the present. “But like I said, slow and easy does it. We’ve been talking more and that makes a huge difference.”

“For sure. If communication isn’t the backbone of a relationship, I don’t know what is,” you agree and wasn’t that ironic? You’re hardly in the position of giving any relationship advice at all or saying what is good for one and what isn’t. Not anymore. Not when your own had fallen apart.

Rachel grins. “You’d know. You and Mat have been together for… how long now?”

You should’ve seen it coming a mile away. You swallow uncomfortably, take another sip of your drink and take a few fries just to buy yourself a little more time. “Maybe four years? Don’t really keep track of that anymore,” you said as casually as you could muster, lifting your shoulders in a shrug.

“I think I’d stop doing that eventually too at the rate you two are going. Honestly, I would’ve bet anything you would’ve been the first to tie the knot. Actually, thinking about it,” she says, clicking her fingers in recollection, “Elise said the same thing to me the other day when we caught up on the phone. She went—“

You don’t really register her words. There is a low ringing in your ears and an uncomfortable draft sweeps in the locale as the entrance door somewhere behind you is being kept open, no doubt a large group making their way in; it sends shivers down your body, but really, you are pretty sure you can’t only attribute them to a brief gust of wind. After all, your sweater is keeping you sufficiently cosy and warm. In front of you, Rachel continues praising your relationship with Mat, talking about how anyone took a look at you both and would say, whatever they have going, I want it too and you are trying so, so hard to block out as much as you can of it. You can stop her, of course; distract her with whatever random topic and you know she’d go with it but your jaw is locked in place, teeth clenched uncomfortably. You blame that and the way your nails dig into the palms of your hands on the sting behind your eyes and the sudden heaviness weighting down on your chest.

It isn’t so much the pain of your relationship ending that was rendering you in a state of daze, but the shame of what you and Mat agreed to do: pretend the two of you were still the happy couple Elise, Tito and everyone else thought of you as just to not spoil whatever luck they thought you’d be passing on to them by being their main witnesses. And then, once the event passes and they would return to New York from the honeymoon you and Mat would soon gift to them on their wedding day, you’d tell them the truth. Or part of it anyway. Definitely no mentions that the two of you were childish enough to play pretend; just a simple, clean break timed just perfectly with your request to be permanently redeployed elsewhere. Preferably, as far from New York City as possible so that you no longer have to walk the streets you once both did or yearn to once again visit that perfect pie place the two of you once dubbed your own.

“We’re not together anymore.”

The words stumble out of your mouth in a desperate now or never manner. Despite the anxiousness that came with the act, you find relief in it also. It feels freeing to be able to admit the truth to someone that isn’t only yourself though perhaps you should’ve thought of this more carefully: the idea of now needing to come fully clean to Rachel is somewhat daunting, mostly because of what she might say in response to the front you and Mat are trying to uphold. But for the first time in what feels like too long, you no longer feel like a fraud; like a person lying to everyone around them.

“Wait.” Rachel frowns, and it was obvious she doesn’t quite know what to do with that information or how to best process it. Her head tilts a little, palm idly rubbing against the side of her neck so you take the initiative to come across as unbothered by this as possible by leaning into the seat, legs crossing as you fiddled with the drink’s straw. “What? I’m confused. Didn’t Mat just drop by earlier? You two seemed okay. He was…fine when he came in. We didn’t talk much, sure, but he was all smiley and just…normal.”

You laugh quietly and shortly. “It’s been a while now. Maybe two or three weeks before I left for Baltimore, I think. It’d be pretty worrying if he was still hung up about it. After all, we both agreed on it. And this,” you add, a little more disheartened and embarrassed. “This…thing we’re doing. We promised Tito and Elise we’ll be there for them on their big day and we will. But they had this… I guess, idea of us being an ideal couple. Whatever that is,” you continue more quietly and with a roll of your eyes. “He wanted to tell Tito, but I didn’t want to spoil Elise’s day, you know? So he agreed. Took some convincing because it feels so… Gosh, it sounds so stupid, doesn’t it? Pretending we’re still together just to spread some fake cheer around.”

“Oh, honey…” Rachel whispers and you read the sympathy in her voice. Not that she makes it particularly difficult to take note of. “But… I thought everything was okay. Actually, way more than okay. Perfect, even. What…uh—“ She trailed off awkwardly, but you could easily fill in that gap.

What happened?

You bring the beverage to your mouth, this time drinking from the glass directly as opposed to using the straw. The mixer stings your throat this time around but the small ice cube you take into your mouth numbs it away pretty quickly. Slowly, you chew it to small pieces and speak only when you finish it.

“I thought long and hard about this the first few weeks after we called it quits,” you admit. “We always talked about what bothered us or if there was something on our mind, but at one point we just… We stopped wanting to compromise. When I was put forward for Baltimore, it was going to be a permanent thing. Mat was happy, sure, but I could tell he wasn’t being entirely honest with me, you know? When I called him out on it, he asked me well what about us? And I said we’d be fine. Baltimore isn’t a different continent. It’s not even a different timezone. He could come over when he had free time and if he didn’t, I’d always spend weekends in New York anyway. It’s Baltimore, Rach. Not fucking San Francisco or whatever. Eventually, he told me exactly what was on his mind: he couldn’t do long distance. Not even for a short period of time while I figured out if Baltimore is really what I wanted. Isn’t it a bit hypocritical, though?” You question, but it’s clear Rachel feels a bit awkward about giving her take on it right now, so you make it easier for her by responding to your own question. “I felt lonely too when he was on the road. I was worried he’d find someone different, someone much better while away. He never gave me a reason to doubt him, but a small part of me still thought what if. This happened right before he was on the road again, actually. We didn’t call, barely even texted those weeks and then when he returned, we decided it’d be best to break up. Didn’t take us a long discussion to get to that conclusion because at that point, it just… I don’t know. It felt like we didn’t have much to say to each other.”

Rachel presses her lips together, the frown still on her face and hesitantly, she asks, “who said it first?”

“I did,” you respond without hesitating. “He wanted a break while we work it all out but come on, Rach, a break? Look me in the eyes and tell me people really believe in breaks and they come back to each other as if nothing happened.”

“I mean…” she trails off, pointing at herself by way of explanation. “Look at me and Luke, I guess.”

You shake your head. “Nope. Not the same thing, trust me. This was for the best, Rach. It’s much neater to call it quits. That way, neither of us will feel obliged to hold back if life puts something different ahead of us.” You pause for a moment, teeth biting into your lower lip. “They said they’ll always have me back there if I decide on it, so who knows. Once I wrap up the project their called me back for, I might just take them up on it. Not quite a promotion, but it’ll be a good sidestep and maybe a change of scenery is what I need.”

“And do you think it’s good? What the two of you are doing right now?” Rachel questions, not at all deterred by your weak attempt at trying to divert conversation to a more work related topic. “And I don’t mean it just for Elise and Tito’s wedding, but for you and Mat generally speaking. I mean… the two of you have been together for a pretty long time. Doesn’t it… Isn’t it odd?”

“It’s not normal, that’s for sure,” you confirm. “But it’d be weirder for everyone if we were to tell them we’re no longer together given we’ve been asked to do what we need to do. Rach, promise me this stays between us, okay? Promise. I know how it sounds, I know how it’ll look but trust me on this, okay?”

She fixes you with a sceptical stare, a look that holds yet more questions than certainty but eventually, she nods her head and relief washes over you at the gesture. “I’m sorry it happened, Y/N,” she offers, voice warm and sympathetic as she places a hand on the table palm up. “And I’m sorry you went through it alone.”

You smile softly and reach for it, returning the squeeze she gives you. There is comfort in the gesture, comfort in her words and you find yourself rooting for it, so grateful to have received it. “The worst part is over, but thank you, Rachel. “It means a lot.”

“Feel like carpooling with Luke and I?”

“I’m good,” you assure as you both relax back into your seats. “Elise wants us there the day before the rehearsal. I guess just to have some familiar faces around that aren’t just wedding planners, so Mat and I agreed to go together tomorrow. Promise I won’t lose my shit if our song plays on the radio,” you add jokingly and find yourself laughing along with Rachel.

“What song’s that?”

Too many, you think, although one in particular stands out to you. “Brett Young’s In Case You Didn’t Know.”

A tray containing an assortment of dishes is set on the table and shortly after, an ice cold pitch of sangria accompanies that. Eager to cool down, you reach for one of the empty glasses to pour yourself a drink but Mat’s quicker. He takes them both, filling your glass first before his own. You laugh to yourself and Mat grins at that, briefly looking towards you as he fills his glass. You’re about to take a sip, eager to both quench your thirst and cool down but Mat takes the initiative of initiating a toast by raising his glass a little, elbow resting on the table.

“What’re we toasting for tonight?” You ask, imitating his pose by leaning forward a little. “To our first holiday together? To how perfect the weather’s been so far? To how I mastered paddle boarding way before you did?”

Mat laughs, lowering his head as he did so but when he looked back up at you, he clinked his glass against yours and held it there. “To all of that. To one of the many, many holidays we’ll have together. To this moment right here, to us, to you.” He pauses and the strobe lights of the bar switch from dark blue to hot pink, and the way Mat stares at you in this moment makes your heart race inexplicably. “To how much I love you.”

He takes your breath away. Draws it right out of your lungs and you feel heady. It’s the first summer with Mat, the first I love you from him and it suddenly feels as if this bar is too small for the both of you. You love him, and he loves you too and the only thing you could imagine doing is jumping in his arms but there’s a table between you and sangria topped wine glasses in your hands, and he’s wearing a pristine white shirt that looks incredible against his tanned skinned and there’s a lot of people around (the majority significantly older than both your age and Mat’s combined) so you simply grin and carefully lean forward more, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips and even if your voice is low compared to the loud, cheesy country music blasting through hidden stereos, you know Mat catches on to that.

“I love you,” he says right back and before you pull away, he bumps his nose against yours gently, making you giggle.

You both take a sip of your drinks and you smack your lips together, content with the turn of the night.

You and Mat had been dating for a few months, but this was the first time the two of you will spend back to back nights and days together without needing to rush somewhere. Of course, a part of you was anxious about it - while it was easy to spend a few hours together now and then, maybe even the odd night together, it was entirely different being together pretty much all the time. There were habits and quirks you each had that might get in the way, but your worries were soon put to rest. You and Mat had wonderful chemistry together, easily able to spend your time together but also still enjoy each other’s company while doing separate activities. You didn’t want to rush into things and you made no move to do so, but it was ever so easy to imagine what living with Mat would be like. And sure, you were well aware of the fact that it wouldn’t always be sunshine and rainbows; the two of you would eventually transition out of this honeymoon-type period of your relationship, but something told you life would Mat would never bore you. It’d never make you wish for anything different.

“Give me a second,” Mat says and before you could ask him what he meant, he’s out of his seat and you follow him across the bar, a little confused.

He makes his way past the bar, past the pool tables and stops in front of what is undoubtedly a jukebox. Curious, you arch an eyebrow and watch as he fiddles with finding the right amount of change before inserting the coins in the slot. It takes him a while before he finds whatever song it is he wants and it takes enough time for him to make it back to your table before the jukebox and sound system registers the request. You don’t recognise the first few notes at all, much less the accompanying guitar strings but you don’t have time to search your memory for a title.

Mat stops by your side, holding a hand out to you. “Dance with me.” It’s more statement than question and under any circumstances, you may have felt a little awkward about doing this, but it’s the heat of the moment and your giddiness that pushes you to your feet, hand in Mat’s.

The two of you are beaten to an emptier area in the establishment by two other much older couples that were closer to it anyway, and you find that gives you a bit more of a boost also. Mat pulls you to him, wrapping one arm around your waist while holding on to your free hand while you hold on to his shoulder with the other. Your fingers lightly clench and unclench the soft material of his shirt, lowering your head a little and you smile against the back of your hand. It’s so painfully cheesy and there’s nowhere near enough other people dancing along to the song but you love it much more than you thought you ever would.

“Know what I’d invest all my money into?” He asks you suddenly.

You pull back a little, still swaying along with the song. “Cryptocurrency seems like a safe bet right now.”

Mat laughs, that big hearty laugh of his that makes your smile wider and when it passes, he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Well, I’m glad one of us has a good head on their shoulders, but no.” He shakes his head, then laughs again, shorter and quieter as if recalling your response. “A time machine. I want to stop time right here and right now so that we can be as we are for a little while longer.”

“Cheesy,” you joke, despite the warmth coursing across your entire body and the jelly-like feeling forming in your knees. “But perfectly understandable.”

“Eventually, we wouldn’t need it, but it’d be nice to have one for tonight.”

“Eventually? How so?” You question, then narrow your eyes a little, the gesture playful. “You plan on getting bored of me and breaking up?”

“What!” He exclaims and pulls you in just that much closer. He lets go of your hand only so he could bring his to your chin, tipping your head back a little. “Never,” kiss, “say that,” kiss, “again.” The final kiss you share with him is a little longer and you take the liberty of bringing your hand to his chest, palm pressing against it to feel the thump of his heart against his ribcage momentarily. Then, slowly, you graze the tips of your nails along his exposed collarbone and peck his lips once more before pulling away. It’s then that the song’s name and artist comes to your mind, almost as an afterthought. From hidden speakers, Brett Young declares I couldn’t live life without you and Mat gives you a pointed stare. “Damn, he said it before I could.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” you assure him. “Either way, I think I prefer hearing it from you, Barzal.”

“I’m pretty sure I couldn’t live without you,” he recites and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He sways you both in a more exaggerated manner that makes you cling to him more out of habit than necessity. You’ve known you’d trust Mat with anything, but each day, he seems to do something that makes that thought solidify more and more in your mind. The comfort and safety that brings wraps around you like a warm blanket.

Be it the hot weather, the somewhat stifling interior of the bar, the sips of sangria on an empty stomach, the euphoria of the moment or all things combined, you nod quickly. And from somewhere in the depths of your mind, the very bottom of your heart, you respond with, “I can get used to this day after day. So don’t let me go, baby.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers, tone full of care and love and warmth. He gives you his promise without hesitation and you know it’s bound to stick.

Your phone buzzes once.

I’m downstairs. Need help with your bags?

You push up from the comfort of your couch and make one last round of your apartment to make sure you had everything you definitely needed from where it was placed.

I’m good. Will be down in a minute, you text back but don’t pocket your phone right away. Instead, you stare at the screen for a little while longer, half tempted to scroll through the thread of messages. They’d provide a stark timeline of when things started going wrong and you would probably be able to see exactly how things changed between the two of you from the moment you suggested a mere break wouldn’t do it. But doing that would be like breaking a streak you had going for sufficient time to earn a pat on your back. The journey of getting to a point where you were sufficiently okay with being in Mat’s presence without any other company was a long one and the last thing you needed was to recall how it once was.

You and Mat started out as friends after Elise introduced the two of you just a short while before he started his professional career with the Islanders. She talked about how the two of them met in school and how great of a guy he was; real down to earth, funny and incredibly ambitious - traits she also assigned to you, and therefore thought the two of you would get along great. She wasn’t wrong about it. You knew a little about hockey, going to games every now and then mostly whenever Elise dragged you along but you found that Mat made the game more enjoyable. He explained it to you in a manner that didn’t make you feel belittled or as if it should be something you already knew of, and didn’t mind explaining some things more than once. On the other hand, you introduced him to your own hobbies and the little world you created for yourself in a city as big and busy as New York. You showed him the more lowkey but homely establishments, including your favourite pizza place that - unbeknown to you at the time - would become yours and his, and even took him to a few student bars where you regularly beat him at pool while he showed off at darts. Occasionally, it felt weird to watch him unwind in such…normal places and ways while on other days, he shone on ice and was easily one of the best rookies emerging from one of the country’s most well known sports leagues. Yet despite that, you found that athlete Mat wasn’t all that different from Mat the person.

He never put a front and his genuine manner was refreshing to you, particularly during a time when you were still a college student and a good portion of the guys around were textbook frat boys. Being around Mat was comfortable and safe. You didn’t feel the need to speak a certain way or be a different person, and retrospectively, the way you felt towards him developed almost organically. You felt yourself gravitating towards him and were pleasantly surprised by the moments when he’d seek you out first. A day off here and a day off there until eventually, you found yourself spending much of your free time with him and vice-versa.

Falling in love with Mat was easy. Being without Mat was difficult. But, thankfully, not impossible apparently.

Convinced you packed everything you needed, made your way out with a duffle bag on your shoulder and a suitcase at your heels.

True to his word, Mat was parked in front of your place and as soon as you pushed open the building’s door, he looked up from his phone and made his way over to you. The last thing you needed was to make the journey any more awkward or difficult for the both of you, so you didn’t argue when he took the bags from you to stow them away in the trunk.

“Are you going across the country?” You ask, peeking into the trunk while he plays Tetris with the bags.

“What?” He questions, evidently distracted by the task at hand but straightens up when you delicately place a hand on his arm, pushing him to the side a little.

“You’d think you’re going across the country for like, two or three weeks rather than a couple of days,” you repeat. “Maybe put that smaller bag sideways? That might let the bigger suitcase fit.”

He follows your guidance and sure enough, that does the trick: the suitcases fit perfectly in the trunk and you grin to yourself, triumphant.

Mat steps back, closing the trunk and brushes his hands together. “Thanks,” he says and you nod, heading towards your seat in the front. He follows you inside just as you click in your seatbelt. “I don’t think it’ll take us more than two or three hours to get there if traffic’s as good as it was when I checked it a little while earlier. Got everything?”

“Everything important that is. Everything else, I’ll just worry about and pull my hair out when we get there,” you tell him and you can’t help feeling proud for being able to keep conversation light and as normal as you can.

After all, you’ve known life before Mat and you’re rediscovering it after him too.

Mat laughs ever so quiet, and from the corner of your eye, you catch him brushing his hand across his mouth though he’s a few seconds too slow in trying to mask his smile.

“I think I’ll need to fill up soon, but let me know if there’s anywhere else you want to stop along the way,” he tells you while pulling out of the parking spot.

You nod even if he probably might not see it and take the liberty to scroll through radio stations. Mat doesn’t seem to be against it, so you continue switching to them until, a little frustrating that nothing seems to work for you, you connect your phone to the car and play one of your playlists. A mix of upbeat pop and an assortment of viral tracks fill in the silence for a while, and the act of singing along in your head takes your mind away from how it almost feels as if you’re sitting on needles. It takes a conscious effort on your behalf to remind yourself to loosen your shoulders and stop fiddling too much with your hands, and you’re glad Mat seems to be plenty preoccupied with driving. Once upon a time, he would’ve immediately picked up on even the most mild of your discomforts and tried to do anything he could to alleviate them. You don’t know how much, if at all, Mat changed during the time you spent apart but you want to think that you no longer wear your heart on your sleeve as much and your emotions are much more guarded, especially in his presence.

Apparently, though, there’s only so much he can take with silence filled in by music because once he’s off busier streets, he leans in his seat more comfortably and you can tell he very briefly turns his head towards you. “Think they’ll like their wedding gift?”

You direct your gaze away from the flashing scenery outside to Mat. “Absolutely. Who wouldn’t like it? Trust me when I say Bali’s been a place Elise always wanted to visit and I can’t think of a better time than now,” you assure him.

“If they don’t, it’s on you,” he says and it takes you a beat longer to realise he’s just joking so you huff out a laugh, relaxing back in the seat.

“If they don’t, they can give one of the tickets to me and I’ll happily go there.” You cast a glare out at the scenery ahead, eyes narrowing upwards towards the overcast sky. “I don’t think summer will ever come at this rate. I’m starting to hate it here.”

“Doubt Baltimore was any better,” Mat points out.

“Hardly,” you sigh. “Maybe I’ll ask them to send me to Miami instead. That’d be much better.”

Mat clears his throat quickly, shifting a little. “So, are you planning on going back to Baltimore or... Why are you back?” You catch sight of the frown forming on his face, and he quickly shakes his head as if trying to rid the hint of accusation from his voice. “That sounded wrong, sorry. But just genuinely curious. I thought a permanent move was on the table?”

“It was. Still is, but they needed me back here to wrap up a project. It was a pretty bad move on their behalf to send me there before we had that wrapped up nice and neat, bow and all, but I guess…” You trail off, shrugging a shoulder. “Guess we’ll see what’s next after that. They do want me back there, though. It just depends how long it takes for things here to fall into place.”

“Fair enough.” Another pause, another moment for him to press his lips together in silent deliberation. He did that often, and you wonder if that remains a habit still. “Was it a promotion? I forgot, sorry.”

“All good,” you assure, brushing off the apology. “Not a promotion per se, but a sidestep with just a slightly bigger paycheck. The office there is a bit smaller than the New York one so maybe there’s a higher chance of getting promoted sooner, but I don’t want to jump the gun on that yet. How did things work out for you guys this season?”

The Islanders had a good season, making the playoffs but fell just short of making the semi-finals, you knew that. After all, you hadn’t removed the Islanders game and news alerts from your phone and you put that on your laziness. You wouldn’t shy away from admitting to him you still followed the team’s progression, but you preferred not to.

“Could’ve been better but there’s lots to learn from it,” Mat tells you and there’s a trace of excitement and determination in his voice. “Next season will be even better, I guarantee.”

It’s a staple Mat response, one he always gave if he felt a game didn’t end in their favour or he didn’t do as much as he thought he should have. Sometimes, it took him some time to accept it. Usually, it came to him after pushing himself in training, after going that extra step in the gym, after re-watching highlights or coach videos and always - always, you’d assure him that it takes a team to move forward, not a single person. Always, he’d kiss you and tell you he loves you and always, you’d spend those moments wrapped up in each other’s arms, more often than not with Mat’s head resting against your chest and your leg slung around his hip.

“Plenty of time to lift that cup, Barzal,” you assure him. “Sure, the sooner the better but there’s always a right time for everything.”

“I hope so,” he agrees pensively, and lingers on that thought.

You let him to it, directing your attention back to the view outside and only now and then picking up your phone either to switch songs or browse through a few applications. A part of you feels almost obliged to try and push for conversation but you avoid doing so. The last thing you need is to make it painfully awkward for the two of you and you figure Mat could always do that himself if he feels like it. So, you let your mind wander to better things - to the upcoming rehearsal and the wedding itself, to how good Elise will look and how Tito will be so proud to watch her walk the aisle towards him. You imagine their reaction to the gift you and Mat contributed towards and smiled to yourself, knowing it was a perfect pick for them both.

You don’t think about telling Elise you and Mat had lied to them. You don’t think about passing this hurdle - the final one before you two will become strangers to one another. You don’t think about how the next time you might both see each other again, you’ll both have such different lives that for a brief moment, the surprise of it will knock the air out of your lungs before you remember: that’s him without me, and this is me without him. And you won’t be the first or the last people to break up, but a part of you is certain what the two of you had was unique and could’ve been grand. So much grander.

You become more alert to your surroundings when he starts slowing the car and you notice you’re pulling up into a gas station. As much as space allows you, you stretch out a little and Mat stops right by one of the pumps.

“Want something for the road?” You ask him, unplugging your phone and taking your card from your bag.

“Hold on, I’ll come with you,” Mat tells you and it doesn’t take long for the refill to happen before you both walk into the station’s store, beelining for the snack aisles even if you have only two hours or so until you reach your destination.

“Oh gosh, those are going to be a nightmare to clean up if you spill any in the car,” you groan quietly as he browses through the variety of Nerds flavours.

“But they’re so good though,” he shoots back and flashes a smile that is nothing short of sly when he picks up two boxes instead of one.

“Yeah, until the flavour runs out literally two seconds after you put them in your mouth. I mean, enjoy that but I’m different,” you boast and pick up a bag of sour candy.

“You just like obliterating your taste buds.”

He’s not wrong. Sour candy and spicy foods are your guilty pleasures, and have been for the longest time. You don’t try to look into how easily he recalls that because, you tell yourself, there’s nothing to look into. It’s a mere fact that anyone who knows you would easily recite.

“You’re wrong and you know it, but admitting that is difficult so it’s fine, Barzal. No hard feelings,” you throw back, snickering as you head over to the fridges for a bottle of cold water. Instinctively, you grab another for him and instinctively, he takes your candy and the water to pay for them but you still tag along with him in the queue.

“No shot. I like some spice but to the point where I literally can’t taste anything else? Hey, remember that one time when you made something… Can’t remember what it was but it was so…” He purses his lips and you laugh because yes, yes you remember it so clearly.

“So good you ended up crying over it?” You offer.

“More like, I wasn’t crying but it was so fucking spicy, Y/N, holy.”

“You survived though, didn’t you?”

“I only did because there isn’t a thing you do I don’t like,” he says and then, seems to catch himself but a second too late. “Didn’t like,” he corrects quietly but the damage is done.

You swallow uncomfortably, directing your gaze away from him but don’t hesitate to nod towards the outside. “I’ll head over to the car. I’ll text Elise to tell her we’re close.”

“Y/N—“

But you’re already taking steps towards the exit and out of ear shot, making a beeline for the car. Your heart thumps rapidly and uncomfortable in your chest and find that pressing a palm to your left side doesn’t make it any better. You know it’s an innocent mistake and there are some habits that die hard, but the way he phrased it triggered your fight or flight instinct instantaneously and despite yourself, you leaned towards the latter. You enter the car and take the time to compose yourself as much as you could. The last thing you need is to have a conversation with Mat about this because you didn’t want to have it - it shouldn’t happen for the sake of avoiding making the situation even more uncomfortable. It was an innocent slip up, no doubt, and you should’ve braced yourself to speak of Mat in present tense as opposed to past tense in the presence of others but it comes to you harder than imagined.

It’s odd how you both once knew so much about each other, everything even, and now the two of you are reduced to dancing around all that and making conscious efforts to keep your conversations as short and banal as possible.

You try and busy yourself with formulating a message to Ellie, one that’s long enough to try and make you seem as busy as possible by the time Mat returns to the car, but every line you wrote, every mini paragraph going into dull details about the trip and where you guys currently are seemed like an overthrow. So, you delete that also and simply text her an OTW just as Mat sets the sweets on the centre console and the bottles in the cup holders.

He doesn’t start the engine immediately and your mood quickly switches to frustration. Sure, you hadn’t handled it in the best way possible but trying to have a conversation about it wouldn’t make it any better. Or at least, it’s just something you didn’t want to have to think about for the remainder of the journey.

But he does just that, because that is what Mat always did: he talked with you.

“I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he begins, “I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did. It’s force of habit more than anything else.”

“It’s whatever, Mat, so just move past it. I did, simple as that,” you tell him neutrally.

There’s something in that response he must have not liked because you pick up on his small huff and shortly after, the car starts and you’re both on the road again. This time, with silence between you and an atmosphere so heavy it makes you wish you weren’t speeding down an Interstate just so you could open the window and let some of the air in.

The hotel the wedding will be held at lies in front of you, sprawling and secluded and perfect for an event like this. Tito is already at the entrance and when he spots Mat’s car, he waves quickly while Mat quickly flashes the headlights before pulling into an available parking spot.

“There they are!” Tito says by way of greeting and you walk right into his outstretched arms, hugging him. “Can’t believe so much time passed since we last saw each other. What is it, two months? Three?”

“Three,” you confirm once you pull away so that Mat could hug him also. “It’s good to see you too. Where’s Elise?”

“She wanted to check on some small details and said she’ll meet up with you guys in a bit. So here I am, the welcoming committee,” Tito explained and when he and Mat stepped apart, he reached out to give you another short hug which you accepted. “So how was Baltimore? Don’t suppose you liked it all that much if you’re back so soon. This guy was happy about it,” Tito adds, nodding his head towards Mat who was already busy emptying the trunk.

You press your lips together, displaying a small smile. “Baltimore wasn’t too bad but they missed me here, apparently. Can’t complete a damn thing without my two cents so here I am for now.”

Tito frowns, but the expression is very brief. “For now? We’ll need to talk more about that later so Barzy doesn’t mope around as much as he did back then.”

You throw a quick glance towards Mat but he’s looking away towards whatever interesting spot on the ground he found, pointedly ignoring you. “I’ll have a word with him about it later,” you tell Tito lightly and together, the three of you make your way inside, towards the reception.

“I think Elise is in the room at the end of the corridor if you want to say hi,” Tito informs you and you jump at the opportunity.

You follow the corridor, making a right turn and continuing along the dimly lit hallway leading to what the signs informed you to be Conference Room 1. The door is slightly ajar and you begin picking up on the buzz of activity coming from within and soon enough, you’re face to face with a spacey room boasting an array of flowers and various arrangements tastefully decorating tables and drooping down from the ceiling. No doubt, the effect will be lovely during the night when colourful neon lights can be turned on. You spot Elise easily: she’s in the midst of the room with what is undoubtedly the scrapbook of ideas she’d been carefully putting together since Tito asked her to marry him. Outwardly, she’s all smiles and laughter but you can imagine the amount of effort and planning putting all of this together and working with planners takes.

When she spots you, she squeals in excitement, sets her book down and dashes across the room to engulf you in a hug, making you stumble a few steps back.

You burst into laughter and wrap your arms around her, squeezing her with just enough force to try and communicate how much you missed her but not so that it was uncomfortable.

“I missed you! You’re here!” She exclaims, stepping back to look at you in disbelief then hugging you again. “Oh my gosh, I’m so happy you’re here! Where’s Mat? Is he here too?”

“Of course he is,” you assure her with a laugh. “I missed you too.” You throw a curious glance towards the room over her shoulder, nodding your head towards it. “How’s it going? Need me to take over for a bit?”

“Maybe later. Definitely later. Come on.” She wraps an arm around yours and leads the way out of the room, undoubtedly back to the reception area where you left Mat and Tito. “Please tell me Baltimore is off the table. FaceTime is fine, sure, but it’s not great, you know? I need the real deal next to me. Besides, I’m not sure if you heard, but Mat wasn’t Mat without you.”

“So I heard, but forget about us!” You said in a desperate attempt to try and steer attention away from the subject. “Tell me about how everything’s going. Are you still nervous about it? Because trust me, Elise - you have absolutely nothing to be nervous of. What I’ve heard of so far and what I’ve seen will make it the absolute best day, surely.”

“Of course I’m nervous,” she tells you and to demonstrate, she holds her free hand in front of you and sure enough, there’s just a slight tremble to it. “Please lend me some of those nerves of steel of yours, Y/N, I’d do anything to have even a small percentage of them right now.”

“Pft, as if. Those are all show, trust me.”

“I’ll take even that. Oh, Mat!” She greets as soon as the two of you reach the reception area and Elise spots Mat.

Much like you and Tito, they hug and when she steps back, she immediately stands next to Tito who doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. They exchange a quick kiss and you smile at the happiness and bliss they’re clearly surrounded by.

It’s the slight pressure on your lower back that makes you jolt a little on the spot and it’s then you realise Mat had gently placed his hand there to encourage you a little closer. It takes effort on your behalf to follow his guidance but you move towards him, though you wish you could physically wince at how undoubtedly stiff the two of you must look. Or hopefully, not greatly so because neither Tito nor Elise comment on it or shoot you any funny looks as the four of you engage in brief conversation, mainly surrounding the trip here and any other guests they expect to receive today.

You don’t hang around much, though. Elise’s phone begins buzzing incessantly and she’s whisked away by the message received, but not before she fixes you with a pointed stare and demands the two of you have drinks later in the evening. Tito follows her also, even if he informs you and Mat that he feels as if he’s running around in the right places only because of Elise and the wedding planners, but you encourage him on by joking he could maybe turn a few candles on the tables this way or that for some extra oomph.

“I can’t imagine how she does it,” you admit to Mat once the elevator doors slide shut soundlessly and the car begins moving upwards to your floor.

“Pretty sure it’s not that big of a deal to her, given what all this is leading to,” Mat tells you and you detect a hint of detachment in his voice.

You don’t welcome it, of course you don’t, but you choose to not point that out to him. The last thing you want is an argument to break out the relatively okay mood the two of you have managed to hold, recent events that could be erased from memory aside. Instead, you simply stand back quietly, eyes glued on the red digital numbers aside until they come to a halt on the ninth floor where the elevator stops and you’re both left in a silent, dimly lit hallway.

Mat has the key to the apartment Elise told you the two of you would be in and just before tapping in, he hands you your own copy of it. Up until this very moment, you hadn’t thought very much of the overnight arrangements. You were pretty sure you meant to ask Elise a bit more about them at some point but both your attention and hers were pulled in different directions and here you were, stepping into your place for the next couple of nights, Mat trailing a little behind you.

You stop, arms folding across your chest and you feel Mat stop somewhere close behind you, looking into one room.

“I didn’t think this through,” you state neutrally.

Ahead of you lay only one bed.

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl fic #*#the synopsis sucks but i'm bad at short summaries lol #i had this idea since i first joined hockeyblr and i'm happy to have finally found the motivation to write it #anyway i have a vague idea for some scenes #and there will probably be three MAYBE four parts to it

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Majima x Reader- Shopping with Mama and Papa

"How long d'ya expect me to carry around this thing for?" Majima huffed.

"Just a minute longer, I swear! I forgot bandaids!" Y/N promised, making her way to the needed aisle.

She felt bad enough, making him carry the 9 kg bag of rice, despite his insistence, but to make him wait longer because of her forgetfulness made her hurry. She lightly jogged to the pharmacy area, slowing as she reached the aisles. She carefully began to stalk up and down the aisles, assessing the shelves for the bandaids. She only got a few aisles in before she was stopped by a sudden weight on her leg.

"Okaa-san!" A small boy chirped, burying his face in the fabric of her pants.

She hesitated. Clearly, this wasn't her child. Her head quickly swivelled in search of the correct mother, but no other woman was apparent. The little boy looked up, smiling. As soon as he locked eyes on her, the smile fell immediately.

Y/N prided herself on being a quick thinker and fairly level headed in situations such as these, but throwing children into the mix threw her off-kilter.

"H-hello... Are you looking for someone?" She hesitated, trying to smile.

She was met with widened eyes, teetering between fright and shock. Carefully, the little boy was plucked from her leg to stand on his own. She knelt to his eye level, repeating herself carefully.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"I can understand you!" His face lit up, clearly amazed by this foreign woman. Y/N smiled, charmed by his zeal.

"I hope so! What's your name?"

The boy rocked on his heels, "I'm Daiki! Whatta 'bout you?" he beamed cutely.

"Y/N; are you looking for someone?" She pressed politely. The boy's smile faltered, suddenly looking about.

"I lost my mom... I don't know where she is." Daiki trailed off quietly, looking distant.

The white noise of the store became more apparent to Y/N; The announcer over the store's intercom, the beeping of cashiers, idle chatter of shoppers. The stimulus would be a lot for anyone, let alone a child. She turned her head to look around. The department store sure did look big from this angle... Not everyone in Kamurocho was kind to others, even during the day. It didn't help ease her mind that it was already 4:30, meaning the hooligans of the evening would soon be making their way onto the street. She stood up defiantly. In clear conscious, she could not leave this child alone in the store.

"Why don't we find your mom together, Daiki-chan?" Y/N extended her open hand to the boy, smiling kindly. He looked up, smile perking up his body once again.

"Okay, Y/N-chan!" He took her hand.

The pair began trudging up and down the aisles, stopping at the sight of every woman. Slowly they migrated to other areas of the store, leaving the pharmacy area. The pair began to swing their arms while they walked, with Y/N enjoying the young boy. He chatted about his class, his favourite subject, and what it was like at home. He rattled off what he had done so far today, and to Y/N's own surprise, she was interested in what he had to share.

Having children had never really crossed her mind and wasn't a conversation Majima and her ever had. A wave of shock washed over her; she had forgotten all about him! A glance at her watched told her she had taken way too long. A rough voice cut through her worry immediately.

"Hey, where the hell ya been?"

Y/N whipped her head around, eyes landing on her lover.

The expression on his face read somewhere between annoyance and concern, Majima's steel grey eye surveyed her. His brow arched, head tilting to the side.

Daiki peered around her side, glancing at Majima, owlish eyes darting over his body. Of all days for Majima to not be wearing his snakeskin jacket, she thanked god today was one of them.

The young boy glanced cautiously up at his caretaker, "Um, do you know him, Y/N-chan?" Daiki chirped curiously, looking back to the older man.

"Oh, y-yeah. This is my boyfriend, Majima-kun." She flushed, glancing apologetically towards her partner. Without warning, Daiki flung himself to the yakuza.

"You can help me find my mama too!" He took Majima's free hand and led him over to Y/N. The child grabbed her hand and began to swing the arms of the two adults, "It's like when I go shopping with Mama and Papa!" He giggled.

Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck to her face. Her cheeks burned with a giddy feeling.

Me, like a mama?

She glanced up at her lover to gauge his reaction. Majima's eye was wide, a blush spread across his face as well, an ecstatic look written across his face. Their eyes met and the heat increased. Y/N tore her gaze away, feeling dizzy from the sudden thrill of it all.

"Sure, kid. We should probably get a move on, huh..." Majima grumbled, gaze landing elsewhere.

Daiki led the adults up and down the aisles, the three keeping their eyes peeled. Goro and Y/N began to relax after a minute, leading the small boy through the grocery store. Y/N giggled as Daiki pulled the two of them along, making faces at Majima. She laughed even harder when her one-eyed lover returned the silly face, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eye. She enjoyed this feeling. The light, warm feeling she felt in her stomach began to over-flow her body. Seeing Goro in any domestic situation always made her a little joyful, but this was a new sentiment. Seeing him like this as well; god! It was amazing. Y/N felt like it was a rare moment to see what he was like before the Yakuza. She walked to the end of the aisle, tittering to herself when she ran into a woman. She turned to apologize, meeting a panicked face.

"Excuse me, have you seen a young boy around here?" Her head bobbed around, scouting for her target. Y/N's face fell for a second, before forcing a smile.

"You must be Daiki's mother. We were just looking for you." She turned around to the duo behind her, watching them mess around.

Smiling sadly, she called out to the child.

"Mama!" Daiki exclaimed, rushing to her side.

Y/N watched on as the pair reunited, his mother fluffing his hair and checking him over. Once she appeared satisfied, they turned to leave with Daiki waving before they eventually wormed their way into the crowd of shoppers.

A pinch on the ass brought her out of her haze, brows furrowed at her mate who now cheekily grinned. She huffed before, returning her gaze to where the pair had disappeared. They watched together in silence for a short while, steady breathing between the two of them. For a tangible moment, Y/N could feel the mundane return. It wasn't necessarily sad, more dismaying.

"Cute kid, ain't he?" Majima sighed.

She glanced to look at him. Despite being on the side where his eyepatch was, she could still make out his lightly furrowed brows and tight lips. She understood the look he gave was that of when he was seriously contemplating.

He had mentioned once, when he was rather drunk after a night out with his boys, that he could have been a father once. It had caught her off guard at the time, as she was about to settle into bed again. Y/N silently turned back to him. His back was facing her; the oni mask boring into her, like a second set of eyes for him. She remembered crawling to him, finding tears silently falling from his face. He muttered something about his ex-wife and how it could have never worked out anyway, all the while she cradled him close, absorbing his quiet sobs. When they woke up the next morning, he either didn't seem to remember or didn't wish to bring up what had happened, so she never pressed.

Quietly, she slipped her hand into his, meeting the warmth of his flesh against hers. She enjoyed touching his bare hands, rubbing the back with her thumb, messaging the strong muscles that were sheathed underneath. Feeling the lightly calloused palms of her lover. He squeezed her hand in return, receiving her silent message. After another minute of silence, he sighed loudly, turning back to her.

"Hey, whaddya say we head outta here, eh?" he smiled softly, Kansai accent laid on thick. "I already paid for our shit, so no worries."

They walked side by side quietly, the evening sun hitting their faces as they stepped out of the store.

Clouds above were illuminated with the orange glow of the sunset, streaked with the pale blue of the exposed sky. The street lights began to click on, giving a faint glow to the shaded streets. The smell of wet pavement, beer, and grilled meat wafted throughout the air, drawing in the evening crowd. The usual bustle of Kamurocho began to settle in, causing strangers to bump into one another. The couple slipped into the forming traffic of the street, becoming ordinary in the dinner-rush. They slipped to a smaller alley, one they typically took to and from the apartment. The pervasive smell of wet stone mixed with damp tobacco filled their senses, darting through the dim walkway.

In a second of clarity, Y/N let go of Majima's hand, a frown settling to her face. He stopped and swivelled, examining her face.

"'Ey, what's bugging ya?" He asked, nonchalantly.

Events played in her head and her scowled deepened. He took a step forward, toughing her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Goro pressed, his voice quietening.

She met his gaze, scowl remaining on her face.

"I fucking forgot the bandaids."

#majima goro #goro majima #majima x reader #yakuza #yakuza kiwami #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #i love domestic fluff

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years

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Robron week - Day 4

Make a wish, it's the rule.

Look at this...on time for once! From the same universe as yesterday as people seemed to like it.

(A03 link)

Aaron’s on the last job of the morning and it’s the kind he hates. He likes to think he’s learned a little bit of tolerance in this job because he understands that people are ill and they really don’t want to be there, but when someone is doing nothing but running down the staff on the wards it gets his back up.

“There we are Mr Harris, someone will be back to collect you when you’re done.” He turns on his sweet saccharine voice that he keeps just for the difficult ones. Without so much as a by your leave he drops his notes on the desk and scarpers. It’s been one of those days and he’ll be glad when it’s over.

As he’s on his way back to the locker room he spots a familiar face, it’s Robert from a few nights before. He probably doesn’t remember him but he feels as though he should say hello and he quickens his pace to catch up with him.

“Robert? Hi.” The man in front of him looks blank for a minute and his face drops. Of course he doesn’t remember, his whole world had probably taken a beating that night, why would he remember a stranger. Then recognition kicks in and he smiles.

“Aaron! Sorry, I’m dead on my feet.” Aaron brushes away the apology before he asks how his little boy is doing. “He’s ok, he’s still upstairs. I’m on my way back now, had to take a work call because my son being in hospital isn’t a good enough excuse apparently.”

“You look like you could do with a break.”

“Going to give me tea and a blanket again?”

“If you want. He’ll be alright for a few more minutes won’t he? You look like you’re going to fall over any minute.”

“I should get back. Ever since I told him about Bex he doesn’t like it when I’m not there, screamed the place down yesterday when I nipped home for a shower.”

“Tell me to mind my own business and I swear I’m not a weirdo but if you want I could sit with him while you get some lunch. Not to sound like my Mum but you’re no good to him if you’re exhausted. The staff up there know me.” It’s weird, he shouldn’t be offering, but if Robert was on his own aside from Vic then he could probably do with the help.

“I don’t know, he’s pretty upset.” He looked at him like he’d hung the moon though.

“Half an hour. If he doesn’t like me then I’ll come find you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have to work?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s my lunchbreak, was only going to go for a jog, this is a much better way to spend time, besides it’s freezing out there. He’s what six? That’s the same age as my little cousin and I babysit him loads. Go on, you’ll feel better for it even if the food ain’t up to much.”

“I don’t know.”

“If it helps I wanted to be one of those play specialists years back. Would’ve tried it if I hadn’t moved to France.”

“France?”

“Yeah. Waste of time, came back when my boyfriend cheated on me.” He bites his lip, maybe he should’ve kept quiet but a part of him wanted him to know, because as much as he told himself it wasn’t the time or the place he couldn’t help but be attracted to him, even if nothing could ever happen.

“Oh. Well...ok.”

“That’s settled then. Now go eat.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Nah, I leave that to the professionals. Go, it’ll be fine.”

It still feels strange, even with Robert’s permission, walking onto the brightly coloured children’s ward, the place full of noise as always. One of the nurses he knows directs him to Seb’s room and he peeks in the doorway to see him staring at the TV, red faced from crying, mouth downturned in a pout.

He feels bad when he pushes the door open and he sees a momentary smile only for it to disappear when he sees someone other than his father coming in.

“Hi. I’m Aaron, what’re you watching?”

“Nothin’.”

“That’s a shame, because I told your Dad that you’d tell me all about the cartoons. Guess I’ll see if the kids next door can help me.”

“No. I can do it. You know my Daddy?” Aaron nods, sitting beside the bed. The little boy is propped up on a mountain of pillows and he’s guessing Robert had persuaded them to give him a couple extra because there was definitely more than the regulation amount. His leg is hidden by the covers but he can tell it’s injured somehow by the cradle holding the sheets away from it. There’s a dressing on the left side of his head too but other than that he seems ok.

“Yeah. I met him the night you came here. He went to get something to eat but he’ll be back soon. I told him I’d come sit with you so he wouldn’t worry.”

“He does that a lot.”

“Yeah? Mums and Dads are like that aren’t they.” He remembers a second too late and he wants to kick himself as the tears start to form in Seb’s eyes. “I’m sorry mate.”

“Mummy went to the stars.” He tells him, hiccuping his way through the words.

“Yeah, I know, but you know she’ll always be here with you right? You’ll remember her and Daddy will tell you about her loads.”

“Is your Mummy still here? Daddy’s isn’t. He told me that he used to be really really sad, but now it’s not so much and that’s how I’ll be too.”

“Well I bet he’s right. Yeah my Mummy’s still here. She’s right bossy, makes me tidy my room and all sorts.” That gets a giggle and he’s relieved. He wouldn’t want Robert to come in and see his son crying.

“Do you work here?”

“Yep. I’m a porter, do you know what that is?” He shakes his head, eyes wide with interest and Aaron thinks he looks just like Robert. “I take people where they need to go, on their beds or in wheelchairs and stuff.”

“Do you race them?”

“No. I think I’d get into trouble if I did that.”

“You should. It’d make them feel better.” He adds a little nod at the end of his statement.

“You think. Well you never know, maybe one day. So, what do you like doing when you’re not stuck in here? I can go get you some toys or we can play a game.”

“I like drawing. It’s my Daddy’s birthday today.” It takes a second for Aaron to catch on to the change in subject. “Can I make him a card?”

“Yeah, course. I’ll go and get you some stuff. Don’t go anywhere will you.” He winks at him, getting another giggle before he goes to raid the supply cupboard on the ward.

He can’t help feeling a little sad that Robert’s spending his birthday in the hospital with his son and his mind is already whirling with thoughts about how he can make it a little better. Maybe he’s overstepping, after all they don’t even know each other really, but he finds himself wanting to make Robert smile, to make things just a little better. He wants to know everything about the man too, but he pushes that to one side. Now’s not the time.

Armed with pens and paper he heads back to Seb’s room, manoeuvring the table over the bed so he can draw. He’s still at it when Robert comes back in the room looking a little better and Aaron sits up straight in the chair.

“Daddy!”

“Hey cheeky. Have you been ok with Aaron?”

“Yeah he’s funny! He’s going to race the trollies when he’s working.”

“Little sneak. That was your idea!” He goes to stand beside Robert. “He’s been fine. I put my foot in a little mentioning my Mum but I think he’s ok. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Thanks. You were right, I really needed a break.”

“Any time. I mean it, here’s my number, or just ask the nurses to radio me and I can sit with him as long as I’ve not got a job.” He scribbles his number on a bit of Seb’s discarded paper and hands it to Robert. “He’s better company than my mate right now.”

“Sounds like a story.”

“Nah, he just wants me to go out on the pull, gets a right monk on when I won’t.” Maybe he shouldn’t but a part of him wants to know if there’s an interest of any kind or whether he’s wasting his time.

“Not a good wingman?”

“He’s not, just wants me to hang around while he tries it on with every girl in the room.”

“Not your scene? Sorry none of my business.”

“Not my type more like. Anyhow you don’t care about this. I should go.” He makes for the door wanting to escape the embarrassing silence. “Oh, happy birthday by the way.”

The next time he sees him he’s pushing Seb in a wheelchair as Aaron’s taking a patient to the entrance to be discharged.

“Aaron! Race us!” Seb’s voice carries along the corridor and his patient starts laughing. At least she won’t put in a complaint. He’s already got one against him from the bloke this morning who hadn’t got a sense of humour, he doesn’t need another on the same day.

“Seb, Aaron’s working.”

“Oh go on petal, give him a little race.” He can’t help checking the corridor for any of the bosses before winking at Seb and increasing his pace a little, chuckling as Seb urges Robert to hurry up. He lets them go ahead and Seb’s cheer is surprising in how it makes him feel happy. “If you get into trouble lad, you tell them I insisted.”

“Cheers Alice, I might need to. Thanks though, he’s having a tough time.” He whispers conspiratorially to his passenger. “If I sit you here your husband won’t be long will he?”

“No, no, you get on. I think they’re waiting for you.” She pats his hand and he flashes a smile at her already heading towards these two people who already have a place in his heart.

“Where are you off then?”

“PIcnic!”

“Wow!”

“This one has been telling all and sundry that it’s my birthday and somehow there were some spare sandwiches and bits left over from the lunches which mysteriously ended up in his room. The nurses all but shooed us out. Know anything about that?”

He shrugs, embarrassed. “No one should be stuck in hospital on their birthday. Or visiting for that matter.”

“Well thanks. You wanna join us?”

“Please Aaron, please.” He can’t resist Seb’s pleading face, looking up at him from the wheelchair, tucked up in a blanket, leg stuck out in front of him in it’s plaster cast. “Daddy got choc’late cake.”

“He did? Well in that case...I’ve got a few minutes.”

They find a spot on the grass at the front of the hospital and thankfully the grass is dry when he sits down.

“Are you sure we’re not keeping you from anything?” Robert fusses as he sticks the straw in Seb’s carton of apple juice.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere til I try that chocolate cake.”

“Best get to it then. I even managed to get a candle because apparently it’s not a birthday cake without one.”

“It’s not Daddy. You hafta blow it out and make a wish, it’s the rule. Like I did on my birthday.”

“Oh yeah, what did you wish for then?” Aaron asks him, amused at how he bossed his Dad about.

“More cake.”

“Fair enough.” He watches as Robert sets the candle in the cake patting his pockets when he doesn’t have a light. Aaron hands him his lighter. “Here. I’ve given up but it reminds me not to start again. Besides it can come in handy.”

“Right then.”

“Blow it out Daddy!” Robert looks embarrassed but he does as he’s told. “What did you wish for?”

“That’d be telling wouldn’t it.”

“So, when are they letting him out?” He asks when they’ve eaten the cake and Robert’s cleared the remains from Seb’s mouth.

“The weekend, if he can handle crutches. I’ve got nothing sorted, I live up on the second floor and I don’t know...oh you don’t need to hear all this.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Why are you helping us Aaron?” He shrugs. “I’m not complaining because I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t helped the other night, but why? You must see loads of people looking as pathetic as I did.”

“You didn’t. You just looked like you needed someone I suppose.”

“Well cheers. I never would’ve called Vic either if it hadn’t been for you.”

“Yeah? You’re getting on alright then?” He hadn’t seen her in the village so he had no idea if they’d reconciled, although he knew Vic well enough to know she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“I like Auntie Vic. She brought me pizza!”

“Wow! Her pizzas are the best.”

“You know Auntie Vic?” Seb looks amazed as if it’s the coolest thing in the world.

“Yep, since school.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah yeah, alright you, don’t go making me old before my time.” He reaches out to tickle him making him squeal.

“You’re really good with him.”

“Big kid meself.”

“I just...don’t feel like I know him.” He bends a little closer so Seb can’t hear. “Bex and I we didn’t really get on and I didn’t get to see him as much as I wanted so I’ve missed tons and I don’t know how to make up for that.”

“So don’t. You’re here now. My Mum left when I was eight and even when I found her again she didn’t really want to know. We’re alright now, but it’s hard to forgive her for that. Not leavin’, well not just that, but mostly for not caring. As long as he knows you care, that you love him more than anything else then there’s nothing to make up for.” Robert nods but doesn’t say anything. “Make sure you ask for help too if you need it. Not just Vic, but if he needs to talk to someone.”

“That sounds like experience.”

“Yeah. It helped me with stuff and it doesn’t mean you can’t cope.”

“That’s scary.”

“Nah, you’re a Sugden. Stubborn as they come, right?” He’s about to say something else when his radio crackles into action with a job. “Best get on.”

“Aaron...when he gets out of here...would you like to go for a drink or something?”

“Uh, sure. You still owe me that pint, remember?”

“I meant...more like a date. Maybe I shouldn’t when he’s still here and Bex is...and he’ll need me, but I like you Aaron. Forget it, I’m barking up the wrong tree.”

“No...I mean, you’re not wrong. When he’s sorted yeah?” Robert nods. “Right I better go before I get the sack. See ya later Seb.”

“See you later alligator.”

“In a while, crocodile.” He ruffles his hair gently as he goes. “See ya Robert.”

“Soon I hope.” Maybe today wasn’t too bad after all.

#robron week #rw2021 #this turned into a bit of a monster

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marycecilyy · 3 years

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Happy New Year!

Word count: 1687

Pairing: NathXCandy

Waning: NSFW ahead!

-x-

Nath gave his girlfriend’s hand a light squeeze while he nodded, listening to Chani as she told him some interesting stories about her time spent with Violette and Kim. The trio had grown even closer in the past months. Between painting and exercising, they were inseparable.

“And did you decide if you’re gonna accept Yael’s offer?” Candy asked, throwing a quick glance at the redhead, who was casually chatting with Hyun.

Chani fiddled with the glass on her hand, taking a few seconds to come up with an answer: “Not yet, but I’m inclined to accept. I mean, she seems to be handling Vio’s career pretty well.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I trust her a lot and I know you’d be in good hands. Still, it’s up to you.”

Bzzzz

A vibration on Candy’s purse made her excuse herself from the conversation. Nath gave her a quick kiss and she went to the outside of the café to pick the call.

“Is everything okay? It 's 23:30, In twenty minutes we’ll head to the park to watch the fireworks.”

“I’m ready, it’s just…” There were rare times when she saw Priya insecure, and this was absolutely one of them. Candy could even tell the reason why.

“Look, I know you’re nervous about Rayan being here, but you’ll have to get used to seeing him. Also didn’t he accept your apologies already?”

“He did, but still...I don’t want to ruin everybody’s night with my presence.”

Candy frowned. This had been such a complicated issue and she had tried to be there for both of her friends. Priya resigning from the case had been a relief, but there were still things to solve.

“You won’t, and I’m sure you two will work things out.”

“...Okay. I’ll see you soon, then.” With that, Priya hung up.

Well, things could have gone worse. She was about to get back in and search for Rayan when she spotted golden locks heading towards her. Nath.

He pulled her by her waist and caressed her cheek sweetly. “I know you have this urge to solve everyone’s problems, but not today. They’re both adults, I’m sure they can figure this out on their own.”

“How did you know….”

“Intuition. I know you well, babe.”

Candy melted into his embrace at the sound of the pet name. Their lips met in a soft kiss, proper but still full of love.

“Now, let’s get back inside.”

As soon as Priya entered the Cosy Bear, ten minutes later, things got a bit uncomfortable. She found Rayan quickly, though, and they started a pacific conversation. Candy had no idea what they talked about, but both of them seemed more relieved as everyone walked to the park.

-x-

5… 4… 3… 2...1…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Colorful fireworks brightened the night sky and, as everyone cheered and hugged each other, Candy and Nath shared their first kiss of the year. One hell of a kiss, by the way. With her lips locked on his, she wondered if that year would surprise her more than the last one.

“Hmm…” His thumb caressed her lower lip, red and swollen from the passionate make out. “You know what? I think we should head home.”

“What? But what about the others? And the champagne!” She turned her head to look at her friends, but he held her chin so that she would face him instead.

Nathaniel’s lips curled up into a devilish smile. He approached her ear and whispered. “They had your attention all night. Besides, no champagne will leave you as dizzy as when I’m done with you.”

Damn, that man really mastered the seduction skill.

Eric noticed the couple distancing the group and abandoned his talk with Nina (good for her, his romance tips weren’t that great) to properly say goodbye.

“Aw, are you leaving already? The party has only started!”

“Sorry, but we really have to… uh… feed White.”

Eric threw a questioning look at Candy. It was obvious he didn’t buy it. However, he didn’t insist more. It was clear that the two of them were about to have some amazing sex and he wouldn’t interfere on that.

He tried to repress the quick beating of his heart as he watched the lovebirds leave, his eyes focused on the girl’s form. Eric noticed how her eyes avoided his during the short conversation. Judging by Nathaniel’s behavior, though, she didn’t tell him anything about what almost happened and that was a relief. Damn, why did he think she’d return his feelings?

-x-

“Is everything okay?”

Candy nodded, but her frown didn’t disappear. She knew she did nothing wrong, on the contrary. However, Nath deserved to know about Eric’s interest towards her. After all, they were friends.

“Look, whatever is bothering you, I hope it isn’t too serious. I still plan to start this year with a bang, if you know what I mean, and we can’t do that if you have that face on.”

She chuckled at his pun. That sexy bastard…

“We can talk about it tomorrow, I think. You’re right, we need to enjoy our night.”

Nath pushed his girlfriend onto the bed, hovering over her and gluing their lips in a fierce kiss. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and forced his crotch against hers. The roll of their clothed hips caused a shiver to run down her spine, going directly to her lower half.

Candy arched her back when Nath’s hand went under her dress and started touching her clothed pussy. The same moment he bit her lower lip harshly, he started drawing circles over her clit. A moan escaped her mouth and he pushed one finger in.

His digits were rough and precise, hitting with expertise all her favorite spots. He kept kissing her, swallowing all of her gasps as he fucked her with his fingers. Her high was near, she could feel it. However, as she was getting close…

“Hey. Why did you stop?” Candy opened her eyes and looked up at Nath, who was now sitting on the bed. He had pulled out from her and was taking out his shirt.

He unbuckled and kicked off his jeans, leaving him only with his boxers. He looked at her like a beast about to eat his prey, his eyes full of utter desire.

“I think we should do something different tonight…”

She sat back up and laughed. “What now, you want to try anal?”

As a response, Nath only grabbed her ass and squeezed it harshly. Damn, he was being serious.

“Oh....” In two seconds her face was bright red. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t think about it before, but she never imagined he’d bring that up out of the blue like that.

“Only if you want to…” His hand drew circles over her bottom.

Candy gulped. Well, it surely would be a great way to start the year. But what if something went wrong? If she got an infection or whatever, it would be so embarrassing…

“If it helps, I bought some lube the other day. It’s in the bathroom.”

“Mmm… Well, okay. But only if you let me return the favor in the future.”

It was his time to be embarrassed. She never talked about that, why the sudden interest in pegging him? “I-I’ll think about it… I promise.”

She grinned, satisfied with his answer, and went to the bathroom to get the lube. Before getting on the bed again, she undressed completely.

“So, how do you wanna do this?” Her initial shyness was completely gone, replaced by the excitement of trying something new.

“You tell me, love. However it’s more comfortable for you.”

Nath gave her a sweet peck that eventually turned into a long make out. She laid on her back and let him control the kiss. Without interrupting the contact, he grabbed the lube and spilled it over his index. Slowly and carefully, he pushed it into her hole.

It felt… different. A good different, though. Candy closed her eyes and focused on the pumping of his finger in and out of her. When she felt like taking more, she gave his hair a little pull and muttered encouraging words.

He put in another one. Again, he started with languid movements, curling his fingers to spread her nicely.

“Are you feeling good?”

“Yeah…”

Nath pulled out his fingers and freed his dick from his underwear. He smeared it with more lube and gave some testing pumps. He looked so sexy, hair messy and spine curved as he hovered above her with his cock poking at her entrance.

When he finally was inside her, Candy swore she saw stars. It was a completely new sensation, something she had never felt before. As Nath slowly moved inside her, he also rubbed her clit with his hand that wasn’t holding her hips. She looked up to lock her eyes on his. He had his notorious pleasure face, eyes squinted and head tilted back. She was sure that was an amazing experience for him too.

Nath didn’t go rough like she expected, all of his thrusts were calculated, but deep and passionate enough to have her cumming in no time. He followed suit, spilling himself into her as he grunted next to her ear. Wow. That had been…

“Amazing. This was...” He pulled out and kissed her sweetly, “I wasn’t certain you’d actually accept that. Guess you always find some way to surprise me, don’t you?”

Candy laughed between erratic breaths. She watched as he put his boxers on and laid next to her. She embraced him and placed a few kisses on his chest.

“I loved it. Can’t wait for my time to fuck you. Should I buy the strap-on already?”

“You won’t give up on that, will you?”

Her response was immediate. “Never in a million years. It’s called payback”

He would still hear a lot about that subject. However, that night, the only thing that mattered was their bodies entwined and the fact that they had started the year the best way possible.

#my candy love #mcl nath #writing #my writing #mcl nathaniel #oneshot #new year #new year's eve #smut

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janicho88 · 3 years

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe Chapter 4

Pairing- Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count-3,045

Warning- Mentions of car accidents. Possible swearing. Slight angst. Fluff.

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him. Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble. The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her. She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school. Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo. The square filled for this chapter is presents. The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will. This has its own tag list and it is open. That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories. This story is unbeta’d.

Header by the amazing @winchest09

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Series Masterlist The next morning you were in the kitchen looking through ads when Dean came down. “I was wondering what do you think about doing our Christmas shopping together? I thought it would be fun to tackle the stores together?”

“I usually just do Visa gift cards, or regular gift cards.”

“Do you remember how you were saying you can’t recall the last time you really enjoyed Christmas?”

“Yeah, you really think going to the mall is going to help me feel..” He paused looking at you with a smirk, “Christmassy?”

“I think going and seeing all the festive decorations could help. One afternoon, we can make it fun, I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Yeah, we can give it a shot.”

“I’m going to help you do it right this year. We can go to the mall after your shift tomorrow.”

“I can hardly wait,” he grumbles as you leave the kitchen.

Dean’s shift started earlier today, he headed in just before noon. They started off busy before things slowed down. They were called out for two car accidents, the light snow falling today causing some problems. Dispatch also had them at two nursing homes. The first resident was fine and back on their feet before they and the paramedics left. The second was a fall and the poor guy wasn’t happy about having to go to the hospital to be checked out further.

When things calmed down later Dean was sitting in the common room with Sam and Benny. Those two watching the game, Dean going through paint samples.

“What are you trying to figure out now?” Sam wanted to know.

“Which color is going to look best in the dining room. I picked up some new color swatches on the way in. I have a light green, pale blue, a really light grey, or a cream.”

“Which one does the design genius living with you like?” Benny questioned.

“She thought maybe a light green would go with the trim in there.”

“I’d go with what she likes so you don’t have to redo it in a year or so.”

“What’s being redone in a year?” Bobby asked walking in.

“I hope to have sold it by then.”

“Dean’s trying to pick a paint color, we told him to go with what Y/N picked so he wouldn’t have to redo it later when everything is all done and she doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, need to keep the women happy.” Bobby agrees.

“How’s the girlfriend doing while we are on that subject?” His brother wanted to know.

“You’ve all lost me. Still don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Are you sure about that Chief? You do spend a lot of time with her. You trust her opinion to remodel your house.”

“What was your excuse earlier about not going out with us tomorrow? Oh right you have plans with Y/N, like a date.”

“What was going on the other day when you couldn’t come over and watch the game with me and your brother? Pretty sure you were with her again.”

“How many dates are you going to have before you realize you are dating?”

“Are you two morons done? We aren’t dating. I trust her opinion, because she’s good at this. Still selling the house when I’m done. She just wanted to get a tree for the house, so we picked one up and decorated it that night.”

“It really took you a couple hours to pick up a tree, did you carry it home.”

“No, we went to a tree farm, not a tree lot.”

“Hold up. You actually went and cut down a tree for her? You wouldn’t do that for me. We always went to the tree lot and just grabbed one. You are more gone on this girl than you think.”

“You are reading too much into a simple tree, Sam.”

“What are you busy doing when the shifts over?” Benny wanted to know.

“Apparently Christmas shopping. She thinks it will be fun to do it together.”

“You, Dean Winchester are going Christmas shopping?”

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“I wasn’t sure you knew what a mall was, I’ve been getting a gift certificate from you for years now.”

“And I’ve had enough of this conversation, I’m going to go clean the truck or something.”

Dean walked out to the sound of the guy's laughter.

When his shift ended the next day Dean headed home to shower and change so he would be ready to head to the mall with you. You were in the living room sitting with the dogs when he came down.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“I’m good to go. I’ll see you babies later.” Giving the dogs each a little hug you got up to follow Dean to the truck.

As you are entering the mall Dean turns to you. “I realized I haven’t told you lately, thanks for your help with the house. I might just be able to sell it sooner than I thought. I really appreciate all you have been doing.”

That caught you off guard. “Oh yeah, no problem.” You had gotten wrapped up in staying with him you kind of forgot it was temporary, and that wasn’t really his home.

“That’s really great. You didn’t just fix a house this time, you created a beautiful home. Some family is going to be incredibly lucky.”

Dean nods, sneaking a glance at you, “Yeah they are.”

“Alright, who’s on your list?” You were eager to change the subject.

“My brother and his girlfriend, Jess. Bobby, he’s the Fire Chief. Cas and Benny, you met all them at the station when you found Miracle.”

“Okay. Any ideas on what to get?”

“Gift cards.”

“No.”

“Then I don't know.”

“You’re helpful. What is your brother’s girlfriend like, what kind of things does she like?”

“Um, she’s a nurse. She likes my brother. I think she likes the beach.” This might be harder than you thought.

“What about any of the guys?”

“Sam likes Jess, and healthy crap like green shakes. He’s always bringing some into work. Benny wants a girlfriend. Cas, who knows. He’s a little different some days. He does like to sit and think, and bees. He’s a tad obsessed with them. Chief likes, um his job, family, Miracle.”

“Okay, so where do you want to start?”

“That store sells gift cards to multiple places.” He points to a big store behind you.

“The next time you’re at work I’m going to paint the living room hot pink if you mention gift cards again in the next hour.”

Dean starts to open his mouth but isn’t too sure how serious you are, so he shuts it again and rethinks what he wants to say. “What do you need to get?” He asks instead.

“A gift for my sister and brother-in-law, then a few friends. I have a thought for your brother if you want to hear it?”

“Sure, what are you thinking?

“The bookstore might have a recipe book for different health drinks, maybe we can find a little smoothie maker so he could make them fresh at the station instead of bringing and storing them.”

Dean thinks about if for a minute, “He would actually probably like that, although I hate to enable his bad habit.”

Laughing at his jab at his brother you head toward your destination.

The book store is your first stop, while there you browse through the shelves to see if anything else catches your eye. Finding a book, The Buzz about Bees, you show it to Dean who puts it in the cart for Cas. As you were heading to the check out, Dean started laughing at a book which caught his eye.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have to get this for Bobby, it’s Tori Spelling's autobiography.”

“Um, okay. That’s a random gift.”

“Bobby is a closet fan. Big fan actually. Not very many people know.”

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” Maybe you should have let him get his boss a gift card.

At the sporting goods store he found some fishing gear for Benny who likes to spend time on his sometimes girlfriend boat. Dean figured they were due to get back together soon.

While there you found part of your sister's gift. You got her an extra magazine for her off duty gun, and a new cleaning kit. The woman loved her weapons.

Heading to the next store you came across some Santa hats and antlers you made Dean try on with you and take some selfies. He grumbled about it at first but he did seem to have fun with it, making silly faces in the photos.

With your hands full you took what you had out to the truck so you didn’t have to carry it to the rest of the stores. The fishing gear was a little big to lug around.

Coming back inside Dean suggested a quick stop at the food court for a snack before hitting more stores.

You grabbed your drinks of choice and a couple of cookies and sat down for a few minutes. Dean was complaining because none of them sold pie. The mall was starting to get busier and people were hustling everywhere.

“Do you enjoy shopping and all this craziness?” Dean asked, drawing your attention away from people watching.

“Generally no. I’m a get in get out person. My sister and I used to try and go together, but she’s busier with work and she has Doug to go with. I’m used to doing most things on my own now. It’s better if you have someone with you, which is why I thought we could have fun with it.”

“I will admit, this hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be. You did make it fun. Thank you for that.”

“No problem,” you give him a small smile and go back to drinking your coffee.

The next stop was the pet store for some treats for your favorite four legged friends. You passed stockings on the way in and went to pick one up.

“Dakota needs a new stocking, does Miracle have one yet?”

“No, he doesn’t have a stocking. I don’t think I even have one.”

“Well, we need to remedy that for the both of you.”

“Of course we do.”

There weren’t many stockings left. They were on one side of a middle aisle display, the back side had various balls and kongs. The few stockings that were there were on the back of a shelf behind some toys. You had to move the toys out of your way to pick through the stockings. With one arm full of squeaking toys you used one hand to look at the stockings.

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Uh huh.”

You found two white and red stockings you liked so you were pulling them out, when your elbow hit a toy still on the shelf, trying to use your arm to keep it up on the shelf you missed the toy and hit the display instead. Apparently you used more force than you meant because the display you were looking at tipped backward and hit the one behind it. This sent various balls and kongs bouncing to the ground.

Dean was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed watching, “Now do you need help?”

“It appears so.”

Other people in the store did their best to avoid your mess while the two of you cleaned it up. Getting the last toy back on the shelf you pick up the stockings and turn to Dean. “What do you think about these?”

“I think we aren’t going to go through that again just so you can pick out a different one. So let’s go with those and head out before you knock over the display of canned food.”

“You don’t want to clean that up too?”

“Let’s save that one for the next time we’re here.”

Sam’s girlfriend was a little harder than you thought since you didn’t know her and Dean wasn’t much help. You ran with his comment about her liking the beach and picked up some scented lotions and bath bombs along with hand cream. Being a nurse her hands would be constantly washed and most likely very dry.

In a men’s store you found a new tie for your brother in law to go with the briefcase organizer you found for him.

You found a mug that Charlie would get a kick out of. You also came across a Hermione Granger bobblehead she would like.

You had picked up a couple small things for your old coworkers, Claire and Kevin. You did miss working with those two.

There was one more person on your list, but it was hard with him right next to you.

Dean’s shopping was done, he had picked up some little things to complete Bobby and Cas’ gifts.

Browsing the picture frames as you walked by you saw one you had to get.

You had the perfect picture to put inside. Dean had texted you a picture from the station one day of him and Miracle. Miracle was wearing Dean’s firehat, both were in front of the fire truck.

You passed Santa in his village the mall had put up. “Are you sure you don’t want to ask Santa for anything this year?”

“I told you Sweetheart, he and I are extremely close. I’m good.”

“If you say so.”

“I think you need to go see Santa though.”

“What me?”

“Yep, you keep trying to send me so why don’t you go tell him your wish.” Dean stood there smirking at you, fully believing you wouldn’t do it.

“Okay.”

“Okay, you’re going to go up there?”

“Yep.” You went and got in line behind a group of young children, who all turned to stare at you. Oh this wasn’t awkward at all. Dean had walked off while you stood in line waiting your turn. A part of you thought about walking away and telling Dean you had gone through the line already when he returned.

“Got you something.” Too late, he’s back. He was handing you a bag and trying to hold back a smile.

Warily you took the bag and opened it up, chuckling when you saw what was inside. “I’m going to guess I’m supposed to wear this up there?”

“You know it.”

Dean stood next to you in line as you waited, when you were the next one up, you took the elf hat he gave you out of the bag and put it on your head. “How do I look?”

“Like Santa’s perfect helper.”

Heading up you were fairly certain Santa was looking for a child with you, and finally realized there wasn’t one. “Ho ho ho, what can Santa bring you for Christmas, miss?”

While in line you had been thinking about what to say when you go up here. “I have a friend over there who has had a rough time of it over the years. He’s lost his Christmas spirit and the belief in happy endings. I wish he could find that again.”

“Well, that’s some Christmas wish.” He looks over at Dean who’s smiling at the two of you. “It looks like someone is already working on bringing that Christmas spirit back to him. Santa will see what he can do to help. Is there anything for you?”

“Not unless your workshop is looking for another elf.”

Giving you a candy cane he wishes you a Merry Christmas and sends you off.

“So what did you ask Santa for?”

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“I think you are confusing Santa with birthday wishes.”

“Either way, I’m not telling you. You can ask Santa since you are so close though.”

Dean just shakes his head at you.

Behind Santa was a Christmas shop and you dragged Dean inside with you to find him a stocking. Holding up a Grinch stocking he shook his head, next you tried Superman.

“I’m sorry you have me mistaken for someone else, I’m Batman.”

You looked around. “You aren’t the only one. Sorry, Batman is all sold out. There is Batgirl though.”

“I’ll keep looking.”

“Pink snowflakes?”

“I’m really starting to doubt your decorating tastes now.”

You laughed at that and went through a few more stockings.

“What kind of crazy is on your stocking?”

“It’s the same one I had growing up, classic red and white with my name in glitter. It looks like that one over there.”

Dean walked over where you had pointed and looked at those. “That’s what I want too, I don’t need flashy or cartoons.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

Finishing your shopping you were on your way back to the truck to head home. After unloading the packages in the living room Dean headed for the kitchen.

“Are you good with ordering pizza for dinner?”

“I can make something up really quick.”

“I know you could, but I thought we had to wrap all that stuff we got today. I figured we didn’t need another mess.”

“If you want that’s fine with me.”

You made sure to take what you had for Dean up to your apartment before you came back to start wrapping anything else. When the pizza was ordered Dean did his best to help you out. You were surprised by how well he did.

“You buy gift cards for people, I wouldn’t think you had practice with wrapping.”

“We have to wrap all the donated toys for the kids every Christmas, so I get my fair share of practice with that. Bobby wouldn’t let us hand out sloppily wrapped gifts to the kids.”

The two of you took a break from wrapping when the pizza arrived then went back to finishing it up. When the presents are wrapped and under the tree Dean builds a fire and you go off to make some popcorn. When you come back the stockings are all hung over the fireplace.

The two of you get comfy on the couch with another Christmas movie playing while you enjoy the fire and the sight of the tree and gifts around you.

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 5

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Skin Deep ~ Part 4

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! As @that-one-person reminded me, we were overdue the next chapter of Skin Deep! I hope this has been worth the wait. As always, if you’d like to be added to my tag list, let me know! Also, requests are open and I love when you re-blog and like my work! Thanks for all your kindness!!

This is the 4th Part of our Story with links below to the previous chapters! ENJOY!

Skin Deep Part 1

Skin Deep Part 2 Skin Deep Part 3

Pairing; Loki x Reader, Steve x Reader, Bucky, Natasha, Nick Fury, Thor and Valkyrie round out of cast! Summary: Picking up where Part 3 ended: You’re on the run with Loki, who wants answers. Steve comes clean to an old friend, Natasha and Fury make a plan. Warnings: References to violence, smut, intergalactic travel, and some kissing!

From his vantage point at Steve’s grill Bucky noticed the almost frantic vibration coming off his oldest friend from all the way across the lawn. And Steve wasn't carrying any champagne. In fact, he was whispering furiously to Natasha, shaking his head.

Looking to the skies, Bucky smelled the electricity in the air. It made the hairs on his human arm rise, antenna to trouble, tuning into the wrecked wavelength his friend was putting out. It was about you, of that Bucky was certain, and with your own strange behavior tonight, he knew trouble was en route. He had let you sneak away, sensing your breaking point, knowing your need for a minute alone. It was the reason you were such great drinking buddies. You let Bucky be himself and he returned the favor. Besides, something in Steve was different these days, something Bucky didn't exactly like. His friend, Captain America, hero to the weak, was pushy. Aggressive. Angry.

And when Steve looked at you, there was a gleam, a spark of possessiveness that gave Bucky pause. Sure, you were amazing. Funny, smart, undeniably sexy in a way all your own. Bucky understood wanting you, he even got the need to have you, hold you, lock you down with a ring. If only Steve could see how unhappy you were. Each time Bucky saw you, the strain had pulled more of your joy away. Sure, you baked pies, smiling the whole way, chirping platitudes and teasing Steve. That happiness, though, it never reached your eyes. Telling Steve that an engagement ring was too much, too soon, Bucky had tried in his very stoic way to prove that you weren't ready. Never fully able to give his buddy his blessing, Bucky had opted instead to provide you a shoulder to lean on. And lean you did. Slugging back vodka shots at all these parties, in the quiet and seldom used spaces of kitchens and dining rooms, you had talked easily with Bucky. No topic was too wild or off limits, with the exception of Steve. Anytime the name of your new love came up, the subject would change. You'd deflect and Bucky let you. Maybe he should have pushed harder, he thought as Steve stomped his way. Maybe Bucky should have forced you to talk about whatever issues you and Steve faced, tried his hand at advice, or offered excuses for his best friend’s erratic behavior. If Bucky had done that, then perhaps the stifling stench of trouble wouldn't be pooling around the party, pulsing through all the high energy people gathered together. “Buck… come here, would ya?” Sure, Steve sounded like himself. Jovial, a little concerned in that serious way he had, but not mad. For some reason, it reminded Bucky of the way Steve’s father would talk, just before he’d beat the ever loving hell out of Sarah… or Steve. It soured the stomach of battle tested Sergeant Barnes. War was coming. “Sure thing, punk.” Cocking his head, Steve couldn’t quite look his friend in the face, opting instead to focus on the open back door of his farm house. Would you come strutting out of it, unaware and un-phased? Steve prayed for that, even if his gut told him otherwise, “Bucky, you said my girl was in the ladies’ room?” Tucking his hands in his pockets, nodding solemnly, “Yea, Stevie. Yea. She had to piss. It happens.” Waiting for the battle was exhausting and Bucky just didn’t have the patience to stew in the slow burn of Steve’s anger. Clapping a broad hand along the neck of the Winter Soldier, Steve pulled his friend close. To anyone looking, the embrace would seem brotherly, kind. What they couldn’t see was the tight grip used to keep Bucky contained, or hear Steve’s heated harsh whisper, “Where the fuck is she, Buck? I know you know. So tell me.” Reacting instinctively, pulling against the restraining hook of Steve’s palm, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… she went to the bathroom, I came out here.” “Well she’s gone now and so is Loki-” Stepping back out of Steve’s reach, “Wait. Loki was here? I thought you said he left. Opened the Bi-Frost or whatever. Disappeared.” Almost growling, Steve ran desperate hands through his blonde hair, ignoring Bucky and turning to Natasha, “We need to let Fury know. Set a perimeter. Loki won’t be able to get off the planet, not without help anyway.” “Fury’s involved? Steve, what is going on?” Jabbing a finger into the chest of his best friend, Steve spun, spitting, “You let Loki kidnap my fiance, that’s what’s going on! And now I have to find her and rescue her before that greasy alien asshole does something else to the woman I love!” Rearing back, Bucky inhaled, lifting his shoulders. If you have to fight a friend, fight fair, he thought. Already Bucky could read violence in Steve’s muscle movement. The graceful way Steve bounced on his toes to build momentum into his fierce throw was minute but effective. Dropping his right arm, just a touch before stepping into his swing, Steve's eyes screamed murder and they were locked onto James Buchanan Barnes. A swish of air brushed at Buck's dark hair as the blow missed. Bucky easily blocked the punch, grabbing his pal at the wrist and twisting until his chest was pressed into Steve’s back. It was as fluid as the ballet you had forced them to attend a few months back, quick and clean movements, executed flawlessly. Bucky felt Steve spin in his grasp, planting his feet, preparing to toss the Winter Soldier on his ass. His counter maneuver was a leg sweep, one Bucky was ready to use, when Steve went limp in his grip. Natasha had sucker punched her mission partner in order to get his attention, “Steve. You gotta relax. Bucky didn’t know and you’re drawing attention. Too many eyes around here, ya know?” Natasha waved to Tony, a gesture that said, no worries, everything is ok over here. It was enough to satisfy the playboy, who turned back to his cocktail and conversation with Rhodes. “I'm fine. It's fine. I’m just…” unable to find the right word, spiraling, Steve sagged towards the ground. Catching him at the waist Bucky steadied his woozy friend as Natasha brushed off help from the other guests. Returning to the pair of soldiers out of time, The Black Widow, barely containing her disgust, “Bucky, get him inside. Steve, I'm sending everyone home, then I’m going to make a call.” True to her word, Natasha whispered something to Tony and Pepper, Bucky clocking their reaction of concern for both you and Steve. It was very clear to the Sergeant that The Avengers were not in on this mission. None of them were permitted to hang around the farm house with Nat going so far as to walk out with Clint and Rhodes. Bustling Steve into the kitchen, Bucky kicked a chair free from the table, dropping his buddy on his ass. Still a little amped up from the almost altercation outside, Bucky decided to put a bit of distance between him and his childhood friend, resting his hip against the counter, "What the hell was that, Steve?" "Stay out of it, Bucky." "It's too late for that, punk. Either you start talking or we take this back outside." Side eyeing the super soldier with a metal arm, Steve tugged at the corner of a pretty place mat sullenly, "Fuck you." "Language!" "You think I give a shit about bad words? Now? No… things are too far gone." Waving his hand, begging for more, "Care to elaborate, Cap?" Steve had a second to consider his options. He could let Bucky in, tell him what was going on, hear his opinions on the situation at hand. Or… not. "You don't need to be involved. Once Nat gets back, it's best if you go." Thunking into the opposite seat, Bucky leveled his grey gaze on his pal, "And if I say no?" "Look, it's an off the record thing. Tony, the rest of them? They know nothing. I don’t need you sticking your nose in-" That was all it took for the dam of Bucky’s own outrage to burst. With a wood rattling slap to the custom built dining table, open palm connecting enough to make Steve jump, "Damn it, Rogers! My nose is in this already. Hell, you were ready to half kill me over this… over her, not fifteen minutes ago!" Sighing, hard and heavy, Captain America pressed back in the wooden chair. He saw the questions in Bucky's look, the need to unravel this mystery, the desire to find a way out for his friends. And Steve realized that to accept his buddy's help, Bucky would need the full story. The truth hurts and Buck's words stung Steve. Bucky was right and in the end, he reasoned, they might need him to help bring down Loki. After a second of consideration, a rough hand sliding through his blonde locks, "Fine. FUCK! Fine. What do you know?" Crossing his arms over his chest, stern voiced but curious, Bucky started, "Just you and Nat reporting to Fury? Small team." "Small mission. At least, at first." Trying not to give anything away, making Bucky work for it felt good, almost like a return to his life before Loki, before you. Tapping his metallic finger on the table, Bucky resumed his questions, "So, how does Loki figure into this?" Leaning forward, Steve lowered his voice, “Weapons tech. Power. More than when he attacked New York. He’s been off world gaining followers, an army, and a throne.” “So the plan was to keep Loki away, right?” Nodding, Steve’s inflection solemn, “By any means necessary.” Rocking his head back, as if slapped, Bucky’s eyes widened. Just the implication of those words, by any means necessary, used by Nick Fury meant that this mission was crossing a line from mundane into murderous. "And she was your way in." It started to take shape, the whole sorted plan, Natasha’s involvement and Steve’s role in it all. Bucky felt that prickly sensation again. Bowing his golden head, Steve shook it yes, "Only… I wasn't brought in… I… volunteered." "Ok, but why?" Inching closer to the truth, waiting out the Captain, Bucky nodded for him to continue. When Steve wasn't forthcoming, Bucky nudged his foot with a sharp kick, eager to accelerate the story. For a second that frantic, frenzied energy flashed through the room again, pulling on Bucky's sixth sense, "Because I wanted what Loki had… who Loki had. I wanted her, so bad Bucky. So bad." “Steve… come on, man. There are other girls out there-” Cutting his friend off with a shout, “Why should that asshole have her? He doesn’t deserve her. Before he left, she was always so sweet, so cute… then he… abandoned her! Left her! Man, that was… just so hard to see.” “Yea… I know. I mean, I remember when she and Loki were together. And I know his leaving was hard on her.” “Hard on her? She… she stopped eating, stopped sleeping. God, I could hear her crying all night. Know how hard it was to keep away? To know that Loki had forgotten her?” Steve kept talking, about you, about loving you, and the lengths he went to in an effort to court you. He followed up with all the ways you denied him, over and over, until Natasha intervened. That all of it played into Fury’s plan was a convenient cross-point, coincidence, until things had gone wrong this afternoon. Bucky let him tell his story, knowing full well it was merely a version, a fairy tale wrapped around the rotten apple of truth. In Steve’s world he was the hero, wronged by fate, Fury and Loki Odinson. His path had been paved with good intentions and pure hearted motives. It was everyone else who misunderstood, miscalculated and mistook his actions. Could Steve be blamed for that? Of course, this edition of Steve’s tale didn't include beating up a cuffed prisoner. It also omitted the fact that Steve had been pursuing you while actively lying about Loki's whereabouts. Glossing over the details allowed Steve to paint a picture highlighting the best of him, but Bucky had known the little punk a long time. During a long pause that found Steve with his head in his hands, Bucky took a deep breath and asked, “And how did you and Fury know what Loki was up to?” “He was sending mission reports weekly. Loki had been tasked with helping promote peace across the Nine Realms. That he gained so much was the tipping point. Fury felt like a return to Earth would be 2012 all over again, only this time… total annihilation.” Something was still nagging at Bucky, “Had Loki made any threats?” A guilty look passed over the face of Captain America and his normally solid voice wavered, “Not that I was told about.” “So, Fury...?” “Fury needed… no, that’s not right. He wanted to keep close tabs on Loki, monitor his return, his mood, his movements, if he ever came back.” “And since she was his lover, she was a potential point of contact… the entry point?” “A possible one.” “If you were dating her and Nat was posing as her friend, then you’d know if Loki reached out, spilling the details on his plans, and be able to head him off at the pass.” “Exactly!” Oddly proud, Steve was almost happy that he no longer carried the burden by himself. Sure, Natasha knew, had even engineered some of it, but having a friend on his side made Steve feel better. “But Loki didn’t do that? He surprised you today?” Blowing out a frustrated snort, “Natasha went to meet him at the base. Apparently, the high and mighty Prince expected to be greeted by Fury and his forgotten lover.” “That didn’t sit well with the God of Mischief?” “Nope. Somehow he froze Nat. Confined her, I don’t know… Anyway, he came here and…” Trailing off, Steve could still picture his lady’s body, your body bent under his own, your eyes pressed shut in ecstasy. How you ground against what looked like his own sculpted skin, moaning through an orgasm that appeared amazing, and left you with shaky legs. Going silent, Bucky didn’t push, not this time, but he did feel the moment Steve surrendered fully. His shoulders let go with a deep inhale, his voice sounding like that scrawny kid from Brooklyn after a bad scrape, "She loves him, man. And I fucked up. Loki’s got my girl and I don't have any way to find her or fight him." Tears? Sighs? This wasn't Steve. No, Captain America was an unstoppable, unflappable hero. Spinning out was Bucky's move, not Steve’s. Putting his fleshy hand on Steve’s shoulder, trying to console the broken man in front of him, "Come on, kid. There's always a way to win. It's what you and I have been doing for over a century." “Not this time, man.” "Why not? Did you come clean? That’s why she left, isn’t it? You told her what was going on and she went after Loki." Shame filled Steve’s heart, his cheeks burning, "I… I didn’t get the chance. She left here, but not alone." "She'll be back." Words, pathetic platitudes, were all Bucky could offer. He had seen you tonight, skittish and jumpy. He saw Steve’s reaction to your disappearance, angry and hurt. Bucky thought that a snowball in hell stood a better chance than you're returning. "Not happening. I lost it on her, Buck. Smashed up mom's dresser, yelled… It was like being outside myself, watching myself do and say these terrible things. And it wasn't her fault. Not really. I mean, yea, she fucked him but he was me, so-" "Whoa. Stop. Say that again?" Steeling himself to relieve this afternoon’s nightmare again, Steve swallowed hard, "Loki, you know how he can… shape shift? Well, he came here as me and I walked in on myself screwing my girl!" Bucky's eyebrows lifted, his full lips curling into a cockeyed grin, "Wait. You're telling me that you came home and saw yourself banging your future fiancé?" Pausing, catching Bucky barely holding back a smirk, "Yea… why?" And for some reason, after all the incredible things Steve had shared tonight, it was the idea of Steve catching himself balls deep in your naughty bits that made Bucky laugh. Once he started, Bucky couldn't control the mad giggles from overtaking him, much to Steve’s astonishment. But then Steve laughed, too, "I guess it is pretty funny, when you think about it." "I mean, your face must have been priceless!" Clutching his stomach as the laughter grew stronger, Bucky had tears running down his cheeks at the image Steve described. Sure, it was a horrible thing, but who could say that they watched themselves having sex like that without being in porno? It took them both a minute to calm down, with Steve settling enough to counter, "Shit, Buck! I was pissed! I probably looked crazy." "That I do believe. What did you say to her? Them?" Now his face flushed scarlet, burning with embarrassment. The lie was just easier to get out, "Um… I don't really remember. I know I surprised Loki and well, my girl fainted from being used by him. The shock of it not being me, ya know?" Bucky didn't buy it, but he let his friend sell the story anyway, "Must have been scary for her. And that's when you secured Loki in the locked shed? And set Nat as your watchdog?" "Yup." Unable to meet his friend’s stormy stare, knowing that it would undo him completely, Steve focused on the edge of the table, running his fingers back and forth along the rough wood. If this were an interrogation and Bucky were sitting across from a suspect and not his best friend, he’d have no problem beating the guilty man into submission. But Steve was his strongest connection to this world, this time, and it was hard to walk away from family, even if they didn’t deserve the benefit of your doubt. To that end, one thing still bothered Bucky, "Why not cancel the party, man?" "Because I still want to marry her." Pulling the small black box from his front pocket, Steve toyed with the thing, his vision of a future with you still so close to realized. Whistling at the size of the sparkly rock enshrined in white gold, "Fancy. What do you think your chances are? Think she'll say yes?" "My chances went down to zero the second Loki dropped down to Earth. As for her answer… Dunno. I… I hope so, but now…", Steve faded off, knowing there was little hope for your romantic reunion if he didn’t have a clear idea of where you were at the moment. "Now Loki’s back." "Right." “And they’re gone, together.” “Right.” “And Fury’s on his way.” Striding in on impossibly high heels, Natasha folded her arms over her chest, eyeing the two gossiping men in front of her. It was going to be a long night. --- Somehow you had made it to the treeline undetected, using the orchard as a shield, ducking behind trunks as you and Loki scrambled toward the edge of the property. You couldn't help looking over your shoulder, checking for pursuit, worrying that Steve or Natasha were going to find the pair of you. There was no possible way they would let you get away, not after today, not with Loki. It was a bit treacherous, though. There was only natural light to guide you through twisted branches and raised roots, so your progress was slower than you wanted, but Loki was with you. Even beaten and bruised, he radiated calm, a soothing balm for your frayed nerves. Something about that made this whole situation seem better, manageable. You were no longer alone, Loki was here, holding your hand, not directing you but consulting. "Pet… the roadway is up ahead. Stay here, tucked out of sight." Pulling your long lost lover close, a small kiss passed between you, a passionate promise to sit still. Stepping tentatively out onto the gravel filled shoulder, Loki surveyed the highway quickly. When he was satisfied that the coast was clear, Loki waved at you, motioning you forward. Striding confidently at your side, Loki stopped in the dead center of the yellow lines, his grounding arm around your waist. A car, low, black, expensive, came racing round the bend, barreling towards you. Tucking your chin to Loki's chest, you gripped him tight, readying for the car's impact. A roar of wind swirled around you, grabbing at your skirt, whipping around your legs. For a second you thought you'd been struck. Breathless, your lungs emptied. There was nothing solid under you, just the feeling of Loki and a current of warm air. Next, you felt the impact of hard earth under your feet, vibrating through your shins, then Loki's grip loosening a touch, "Ok, darling?" Peeking from under his arm you saw lights everywhere. A bar was to your left, filled with noisy drinkers, barely discernible from the traffic around you. Honking horns made you jump, "Where the hell are we?" "Cleveland. I can't yet take us off world. I'm still a bit weak, I'm afraid… but at least we have a bit of a head start on Rogers and Fury." People pushed past you on their way to dinner, chirping happily, not seeing you in their tunnel vision. Being anonymous was a nice change, welcome even, as your personal life had been lost to Steve's intergalactic presence. On the busy streets of Ohio no one took notice of the two well dressed people standing on the damp sidewalk. "Um, you changed?", no longer sporting his battle gear, Loki was dapper in a black suit with an ebony tie. Leaning closer you straightened it, not because it was crooked, but because you needed to feel it… him. The whole look was just shy of too much, but that was the space Loki filled best and honestly, looking at him made your heart swell. Loki was back, and yours. After more than two years, having him close again felt natural, easy. In so many ways, the opposite of your life with Steve. As if somehow sensing your tug into nostalgia, Loki knuckled your chin up, "Just keeping up with you, love." His nose brushed against your own, so weirdly intimate and innocent for a man who had slapped your ass red only hours ago. Resting his forehead to yours, you inhaled that magical combination of burning sparklers, broken in leather with just a hint of honeyed citrus, "God, I forgot how great you smell." "Hmm… dove, there is nothing on Asgard that smells or tastes as wonderful as you. Believe me. I looked." "Careful Loki… people will say we're in love." At your cheekiness, Loki claimed your lips, his hands sliding over the soft fabric of your dress. Clinging to him, unwilling to let go now that he had returned, you puffed out a pouty sigh as Loki withdrew. “Norns. You know how badly I want you again? I can barely think straight for wanting you.” Oblivious to everything around you, lost in the sweeping pools of Loki’s desire filled expression, you toyed with his collar, “We have a lot of catching up to do, for sure.” “I’d love to get reacquainted-” here he paused to lick over his full lower lip, hunger for you dripping from every word, “-but we are on the run from the Earth’s mightiest heroes.” Snickering, you rolled your eyes at the thought of the Avengers, hours away eating charcuterie in Steve’s backyard. Stepping back, you sighed, “You’re right. So, have you got a plan?” Hanging in the air, your sentence had just left your mouth, your tongue still savoring the syllables when a sizzling crack snapped next to your ear. Swinging you away, forcing you to the sidewalk, Loki spun in a blaze of green. Crouched over you, snarling, “Fury! Always a pleasure to see you.” Stepping from the blazing golden circle supplied by Dr. Strange, Fury crossed onto the Cleveland sidewalk from your now empty garden party, weapon trained on Loki’s broad chest. “Wish I could say the same, Loki. You know it’s time to end this. Let’s take our… deliberations back to the office. Talk about this man to man.” A barking laugh left your lover, “Man to man? I am a GOD! And you… you are pathetic. Your attempts to keep me off Earth, imprisoned, away from my woman have all failed.” “Where are you going to go? You can’t get off the planet without help. My help. And it’s yours, Loki, if-” “If I come quietly? Tail between my legs, submissive and compliant?” As the words left his mouth, you watched, focused on the way Loki was shifting closer to you. The long fingers of his right hand were visible, reaching back for you, a silent signal of his escape plan. Fed up and furious, Nick Fury’s voice was flat with frustration, “Loki. Enough. Let’s do this somewhere people aren’t.” “Oh, I don’t know, this seems as good a place as any!” Circling Loki, edging nearer, Fury tried reasoning, “Endangering civilians isn’t going to make things easier. You know that.” “You know, I’d love to talk about how you betrayed me. How you stonewalled my lady… how you put Captain America in my place, as if he could ever be worthy of her. But, I’m a little busy at the moment.” Snapping his fingers, you jumped to your feet, grabbing for Loki’s outstretched hand. The second your palm connected that feeling of floating overcame you once more. This time you were ready for the roar of traveling through space by Loki’s magic, the push of meeting the ground, the curl of Loki’s body against yours. Blinking, you opened your eyes on new scenery, the chill of a beautiful sea soaked morning breaking around you. Straightening the coat of his pristine suit, Loki smiled at you as his fingers wove between your own, “New Asgard. My brother’s realm, now ruled by Valkyrie, by his abdication. We need to find him. He has a lot to answer for.” --- "Just what in the hell happened? I thought I was very clear about avoiding this exact problem." Pacing, hands firmly on his leather belted waist, Nick Fury growled at the bent head of Steve Rogers. "Now Loki’s on the run, dragging your… Well, what is she exactly Captain? Girlfriend? Fiancé? Mark? along for the ride." At those harsh words, Steve started, ready to focus his own anguish somewhere, anywhere. Fury was as good a target as any, as far as Steve was concerned. Pushing off the paving stones, he was stalled from rising by Natasha's firm hand and quiet words, "We have an idea-" "I don't want ideas. Not from you two. What I want are answers, Romanoff, and I want them now." Sitting on the emptied bench of the picnic table, still covered with your pretty tablecloth and jars of peonies, Natasha sighed, "I didn't have time to alert Steve. Loki made it here first and… reconnected-" "Is that what we're calling it?" Snapping, Nick glared from his good eye, his last name never more appropriate. Exhaling deeply, Natasha Romanoff squared her shoulders, "Sir, Loki… manipulated the circumstances." "Just what in the hell does that mean?" All three available eyes locked onto Steve, “What it means, Fury-” lifting his golden head with a jaw clenched tight, “- what it means, is that the son of a bitch showed up here and had his way with my woman. “After Loki… took advantage of her, I had him. He was contained, here, in my shed. It was modified with the restraints Tony provided with Thor’s direction.” “And still, he got away?” Disbelief clouded every syllable from Fury. That his two top agents had failed and so badly, had the normally stoic director steaming. Standing now, Steve was almost chest to chest with the man who’d been pulling the strings of this entire operation. Natasha, watching closely, knowing that she would only be able to subdue one of them if it came to it, gently palmed the dagger concealed in her waist band. Steve thrust forward, brushing past Fury before facing him once more, “Yea, Nick. He did. He got away.” “Do you know how?” Fury’s fingers were curled around his pocket taser, just in case Captain America needed a jolt, reminding him of who was calling the shots here. It wouldn’t do much except give Nick a head start, but with the Captain looking so rough and so raw, the SHIELD director would take any advantage available. “We believe that… he was set free.” Natasha didn’t want to say the words. You had let Loki go, that much she knew to be true, and she supposed that it made some sort of sense. Steve had been right all along. You and Loki did have some cosmic connection that even time and distance couldn’t eliminate. Intervening for the sake of Fury’s mission and Steve’s pining heart, Natasha had no qualms about why she’d guided you into a relationship, in fact, she still believed that he was a better man for you than Loki. But no. No matter what Rogers did, you had never let go with him like you had with the younger son of Odin. Not that you complained. You had taken all of Natasha’s words of praise, her seemingly well intentioned advice, her flat out advocating for Steve in stride. Sure, your friendship suffered for it. Natasha, never having been one for close ties to anyone, had enjoyed the talking and gossiping. It was nice to have a girl around the tower. One who understood period cramps and cravings. A person who would put on high heels and makeup for a night of dancing then suggest hoodies and shorts for watching Pride and Prejudice. That was over now. When she had been, well, frankly, overpowered by Loki and his new paralyzing weaponry, Natasha knew the plan for a peaceful capture of the prince was over. Having seen the aftermath of your reunion with the space god, having seen Steve’s seething anger, the Black Widow felt her own ire spike. Didn’t you know how hard she had worked? How tireless her efforts had been to keep you and Loki apart? Just how invested she was in joining you and Steve together? It was like you wanted to throw all of that away, squandering those bonding moments where you had become something more than a mission, those times when you were Natasha’s only real friend. Couldn’t you just go along with the plan, unknowing, quietly? She knew you couldn’t, wouldn’t. It wasn’t in your nature. So, channeling that frustration into the cold facade that so many had seen just before they met their end, Natasha had to compartmentalize the “you” she cared about away from the “you” she was responsible for trailing. Both had pissed her off. Now, hearing the gruff grumble of Director Fury bearing down on her, Natasha could only accept the berating tone of his hard words. He wasn’t wrong. She and Steve had fucked up royally, the whole mission was blown, and while Bucky had certainly aided in your escape, he was blameless collateral damage. The consequences fell to you and the Captain. Killing you was going to be hard for them both, but if it had to be done, so be it. Shrugging, Natasha started again, “Nick, we have a tracker on her. We know that she and Loki made it to Cleveland, but he can’t get away from Earth without some aid.” “Well, that’s good to know, if only it was some new intelligence. You’re tracking her? Great! Where is she now? Don't know huh? Well, she and Loki tele-ported from a city sidewalk, in front of me and hundreds of civilians, with no word on their next destination. “And make no mistake. Loki will find a way off of this planet and when that happens, there’ll be nothing else we can do.” “So what? Let him go! He’s won, Nick. It’s over.” Throwing himself down onto the bench, Steve’s dejected voice breaking, he slumped over his feet. “That’s not an option Cap. Loki is more powerful now than he’s ever been. You both read the reports. He wasn’t just hanging around on Asgard. No, Loki was negotiating peace between his native realm of Jotunheim and his adoptive home. He was gifted with tools and technology that no human could hope to wield. Earth ending stuff, Captain.” “Whatever plans you had of making peace are over now. There’s no way Loki gives us any help… and why would he after all this?” “Rogers, I’ll do whatever I must to keep this planet and the creatures on it safe. Loki is a threat to that, just by existing. With his new powers, high placed connections and intergalactic royal title, he had the potential to be unstoppable.” Seething breath puffed out the chests of the two men standing toe to toe. Machismo made Natasha want to vomit. Men. “Look, I’ll go after them. Steve, stay here, in case she reaches out. I’ll take the quinjet and trace their path.” Standing now herself, Natasha turned to the depressed super soldier, patting his arm, “Bucky’s still here. I’ll let you know when I’ve found anything.” “No. Nat, I can’t let you go alone. It’s my fault, too.” “You’re no good to me like this, Rogers.” “But, She’s-” Cutting him off, Natasha stepped closer to Nick, “I know, but you’re too involved. If tough choices need to be made, can you?” Gulping hard, passing a rough hand over his face, Steve frowned, “I can do my duty, if that’s what you’re asking.” “Steve.” Her tone said it all the words she wouldn't vocalize. I don’t trust you, not now, not like this. I don’t believe you will have my back at the cost of the woman you claim to love. I don’t think you can do the job. Fury didn't allow her the chance to elaborate, jumping in with his definitive voice, “Natasha’s right, Rogers. You’re staying right where you are, on the bench. Romanoff and I are going to resolve this issue without any further problems.” Half hearted, strength sapped, Steve raised his eyes to the leather clad figures before him, “Please. Please, Nick… Nat. Don’t hurt her.” “I promise, Steve. I won’t.” And in the second, all three knew she was lying.

--- Finding Thor’s shanty was easier than you expected. A friendly fisherman was only too happy to point you in the right direction. What you saw upon arrival was not entirely what you had expected when visiting Loki’s brother. It was a beat up looking cottage, surrounded by empty cases of cheap Midgardian beer, crumpled take out containers, and a collection of well fed seagulls situated near the edge of the village, “Ugh. What a pig.” “Loki! It’s… charming?” Your admonishing whisper turned the statement into a question at the sight of Loki’s disgusted face. For a second you just stood at Loki’s side, staring at the weather beaten front door, your hand clasped in his strong one. “It’s disgusting.” Agreeing with a small nod, “Um, yes. Yes, it is. But, this is your brother’s house and you said we needed to talk to him. Step one is ringing his bell.” “No. I won’t do it.” You had forgotten about this side of Loki. Fastidious, precise and obstinate, Loki could cop an attitude that had the ability to drive someone crazy. Someone like you. Over the last two years it had been easy to forget all the little things that made Loki prickly. It was even easier to forgive him. Since he’d left, you had looked at your life together through rose glasses, through a gentle fog of missing him, and those elements of your relationship that were less than perfect had been abandoned. Now, standing outside the hovel that Thor called a home, as a fresh day dawned over New Asgard, you were reminded of all those imperfect things that came with loving Loki. A wave of need, love, and longing for him rolled over you. All of those imperfections made you perfect for each other. Rising up on your toes you pressed a small kiss to Loki’s pout, taking the tall God by surprise, “What was that for?” Shyly grinning, you bit into your bottom lip, “I missed you… missed kissing you.” “Then perhaps you should come over here again?” That was all the invitation you needed. Stepping into Loki’s space, your chest resting against his own, you savored the nearness of him, as himself. He wasn’t playing at being Steve. Loki was here, he was with you, and if you weren’t mistaken his hands were drifting down your backside. The rush of it, well, it was familiar and new at the same time. How Loki seemed to inhale your breath, inhale you, as his mouth opened to accept your lips. His gentle exhale, a moan, as his tongue licked over your own. It was overwhelming. It was wonderful. Stepping back, you started to pull away, only for Loki to wrap his arms around your waist, “Not so fast, darling.” Losing yourself, you focused solely on the firmness of his body, the weight of his hands on your hips, the intensity of Loki’s desire. Intoxicating, heady, you leaned into those feelings. Kissing Loki back, you tangled his hair in your hand, earning another one of those sultry sounds that made your legs weak. How had you lived without the passion and pleasure he provided for so long? A smashing crash broke the quiet morning causing you to jump in Loki’s embrace, “What the hell was that?” Immediately on the defense, Loki pushed you behind him, crouching into a protective stance. From over his broad shoulder you watched, worried about the new danger coming your way, unsure how to help your reactive lover. Another rattle had Loki palming his dagger, anticipating an attack. That’s when a raccoon, bigger than your childhood terrier, scuttled from under an overturned trash can carrying what looked like a half eaten slice of pizza in its mouth. “Appalling! Mother would be modified!” Loki cursed as he offered you his hand, kicking away an empty glass bottle, "Why is he living like a dirty animal, surrounded by trash? One would think they were back on Sakaar!" “I don’t know what’s going on with Thor, but we came here for a reason. Let’s get it over with, ok?” Loki shook his head, refusing to step any closer, “He’ll have to come out here. I won’t go inside this… dilapidated shit box.” Sighing, “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” Stepping around a pile of broken electronics, you carefully picked your way to the front door, gracefully knocking on the splintering wood. After an answerless few seconds, you tried again, rapping lightly with your knuckles before turning to flash Loki a small smile. That’s when you noticed the striking woman striding towards you and your returned lover. “My, my… is that pretty Prince Loki I see?” Even her voice was sexy, you thought, as the sarcastic words dripped from her full lips. The swaggering stranger radiated cool, calm, sensual energy. Otherworldly energy that made you feel mortal and boring. You couldn’t help tugging your skirt straight and fluffing your hair as she got closer. “Ah… Valkyrie! How are you?” Hugging her tightly when she opened her arms, Loki found that he was genuinely happy to see the fierce, battle tested warrior. Smirking at your man, she countered, “That’s King Valkyrie to you. Your brother crowned me, or have you forgotten?” “On the contrary. It seems like he finally realized what I’ve known all our lives.” “Which is what, exactly?” “He’s not fit to be the ruler of Asgard, obviously.” Drawing right up to Loki, hands on her hips, Valkyrie leveled her dark eyes at his, “What would you know about ruling, Mischief?” “Enough to know that you’re good at it. Enough to know that I no longer want to be the King of Asgard.” “Is that so? And what’s changed your mind?” At those skeptical words, Loki wound an arm around your waist, tugging you close, “I’ve got more… important concerns these days.” Looking you over with her shrewd, searching gaze, but speaking to Loki, “And she likes you? Are you sure?” Laughing, the sound deep and rich, “As much as you like fighting and drinking.” “I hardly drink anymore. As King I have mead only on important occasions, I have to keep my wits about me the rest of the time.” Sharing a laugh, the two shared another small hug before Valkyrie turned to you directly, “Alright. Who’s this then?” Loki started to respond but you cut him off, extending a hard towards the newly crowned King of Asgard, “Uh, I can answer for myself, thank you, Loki. Valkyrie is it? Nice to meet you. And, yes, I love Loki.” Making a face that was part disgust, part pride, Valkyrie smirked, “Love? Oh no. Hasn’t anyone told you yet? Loving the Odinson boys is hard on a girl.” Pulling Loki in for a small kiss, taking him by surprise, “I’ll take my chances.” Shrugging nonchalantly, “Suit yourself.” Focusing on Loki once more, Valkyrie shifted on her feet, “Listen, if you’re looking for Thor, he’s not here.” “Oh? And where exactly is the lovable oaf?” Hitching a thumb over her shoulder, pointing up the hill, “At the palace… the new palace, that is. You can come and, please, don’t forget your girlfriend.” Falling in line behind the King, Loki couldn’t help but add, “You know Val, I think I liked you better when you were drunk.” Snorting in response, “And I know I liked you better when I was drunk, weird right?” Bringing up the rear, your own sarcastic comment dying on your throat when the Palace of New Asgard came into view. Banners of gold shimmered in the light of the rising sun, flapping in the breeze of the young morning, beckoning you closer. You hugged Loki’s arm tighter, excited and exhilarated by the sight before you. “Home is a people, not a place. Those were some of my father’s last words to Thor and I… and while I can never take you to the place where I grew up, this… this is the home of my people.” “Loki… it’s beautiful!” Valkyrie, stopping so you could both catch up, “It’s getting there. Thor’s been a huge help. Come on, let's show you around the palace and let your brother know you’re here.” ---To Be Continued!

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Magic in the Air: Chapter 5

Description: Patton offers to help. That’s all he’s really ever wanted to do. Help his friends. But will that eventually lead to a mess that he wasn’t prepared for?

Pairings: roceit, analogical, intruality, platonic DRLAMP

Warnings: food mention, blood mention, slightly gorey image mention (please let me know if I missed anything or if you want something tagged)

Word Count: 1,746

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

“Watch out!”

The yell came from the living room and at the sound, Patton instinctively ducked (quack), biting his lip as a book slammed into the kitchen wall behind him. He had been doing a lot of that recently…ducking that is. With Roman, Virgil, and Dee all working on their magic over the past few weeks, the household had become a bit of a chaotic mess.

“Sorry, Padre.” Roman apologized coming into the kitchen to grab the book. “You ok?”

“Perfectly dandy, Ro.” Patton grinned, standing up and patting Roman on the back. Roman returned the smile and hurried back to the living room when Logan called his name.

“Hello, Patton.” A smooth voice greeted from the front doorway. Dee made his way into the kitchen to stand next to Patton and sighed gazing int the living room. “How is our favorite prince doing today?”

After Roman had gained a little more confidence, he had started having his lessons separate from Dee once again in order to make the best of all of their schedules. Needless to say, their schedules had become a bit hectic ever since everybody started gaining magic all of a sudden. Even Remus and Patton were swamped with trying to help Logan in his experiments, keep up with their own class schedules and being there for the three struggling with controlling their magic.

“I think he’s doing great. Only one book flew in here today, so that’s a bonus!” Patton cheered, smiling at Dee.

“Oh?” Dee purred letting a soft grin inch its way onto his face. “How marvelous.” Patton nodded in agreement, looking toward the living room where Roman had six things hovering in the air.

“That’s the most he’s gotten to, right?” Patton asked as Roman started moving the things in a circle in the air. It looked like he was juggling without actually touching anything. He’d been working really hard to get that part right. Since he had had his magic a bit longer than the others and now knew a bit more about his limits thanks to…what had happened, he had really mastered just floating the objects and had moved on to rotating them, moving them, and adding more objects. It was amazing to see him improving rather fast, even if he sometimes still lost control of an object or two. After he had set the objects down, he glanced into the kitchen and spotted Dee. With a quick word to Logan, he ran over and jumped at his boyfriend. Dee let out a little oomph as he caught Roman and supported his weight while the actor wrapped his legs around Dee’s waist.

“Did you see, Dee?” He gasped, like an excited child. “I got six objects up this time.”

“I saw, my prince. You did amazing!” Dee encouraged, pecking Roman on the nose.

“I’d say you’re actually improving quite quickly Roman.” Logan chimed in from where he’d come to stand at the doorway of the kitchen. Roman smiled gratefully at him as he finally released Dee.

“Thanks, Lo.”

“I’m only speaking the truth.” Logan replied, smirking softly as Roman blushed at the compliment. As Logan opened his mouth to continue, a heavy thumping on the staircase drew all of their attention.

“Logan, we’re gonna be late for class! You said you’d come get me ten minutes before we had to leave.” Virgil panicked as he rushed suddenly downstairs and headed toward the door. Surprised, Logan checked his watch and cursed under his breath.

“Great job today Roman. Don’t forget that you and Dee have tomorrow off because I have to help Virgil make one of the backgrounds for the play.” Logan reminded as he grabbed his bag and quickly followed Virgil to the door. Patton smiled after them, giggling at how obvious it was that they were dating. They hadn’t outright said it yet, but it wasn’t hard to tell. He knew that Dee knew as well from the knowing looks he kept giving the two. It was great that they got to work in at least one of the same classes together. With Logan being in Theater Design and Technology and Virgil being in Stagecraft, they often worked together on projects for the school’s major productions too. In fact, all of the others were also pursuing careers in theatre: Dee in costume designing, Remus in stage makeup, and Roman in acting. However, Patton himself was majoring in Dance. Sometimes he was a bit sad that he was the only one that never got to help in the production of the plays, but he at least got to help Roman when he was auditioning for a musical and needed help with the dances. Plus, Remus often helped him practice his partnered dances since he had always been interested in the subject. Speaking of Remus…

“Has anyone seen Remus? I have something he needs for his makeup class.” Patton remembered.

“I think he was in his room last I saw him.” Roman answered as he began to get the ingredients to make himself a sandwich.

“Would you like a sandwich Pat?” he offered, looking up.

“Aw, thanks kiddo! That’d be great! Could you make one for Remus too? I don’t think he’s come out of his room all day, so he probably hasn’t eaten.”

“Sure, but I am not adding sardines to his ham sandwich this time. He wants those he can get them himself.”

Patton giggled softly before heading upstairs to get the makeup brushes he had for Remus. He had borrowed them to do his makeup for a costumed dance routine he had to do for class last week and kept forgetting to give them back, but Remus could only last so long making up excuses for why he didn’t have his makeup brushes in a makeup class. He was getting ready to knock on Remus’s door when he heard angry muttering from the other side. Slightly worried, he hesitantly knocked on the door anyway.

“Remus? Kiddo? Roman made some sandwiches for lunch if you want to come and eat” he called. The muttering fell silent but there was no answer.

“Um, Are you ok?” Patton asked hesitantly.

“’M fine.” Remus responded, sounding unconvincing. His answer was much quieter than usual and there was a slight waver to his voice.

“I’m coming in, ok?”

When there was no answer, Patton took that as an ok and cautiously opened the door.

Remus was slumped over at his desk, his head resting on a piece of artwork of a girl with half of her face completely covered in tiny cracks that branched out and bled into the rest of her face and down into her neck…like a china doll that had been dropped and shattered, just on the verge of breaking completely. It was haunting but still beautiful, and though it wasn’t Patton’s type of art, he could still admire the talent and work that went into it.

“That’s beautiful, Remus.” He complimented, still gazing at how intricate the cracks were drawn. Remus snapped his head up and stared at Patton then looked back to his drawing.

“You think?” he asked, chewing his lip as he studied the picture.

“Yeah, of course! The cracks in the face are so intricate and you did her hair so nicely and the way the fractures kinda start to bleed into the rest of her face but fade off. It’s really great. You did amazing.”

“It was gonna be my project for my makeup class. I was gonna add some blood seeping from the cracks and not paint her face so it’d look like an actual fractured human face instead of just a cracked doll and everything! I mean, a cracked china doll is so overdone, right? This way, it’ll look much cooler and probably be a lot creepier. And a bit more gory, with the blood and flesh and stuff.” Remus ranted, smiling at the thought. Patton tried not to grimace at the concept. It really was very cool…just not his type of thing.

“What changed? Did you find a better project to do?” Patton asked noticing that Remus’s smile faded at the question.

“My professor said that it wasn’t possible for someone with my skillset to get it perfected in time and recommended I pick an easier design.”

“What? But that doesn’t make any sense. You’re not going to learn new skills if you don’t challenge yourself. I mean you are in the class to improve your skillset.”

Remus was silent for a minute before speaking again.

“So…you don’t think I have the skillset either?” he asked quietly.

“Wh—No, Remus. That’s not what I meant. Not at all. I actually think this is right up your alley. I’m sure you’d do amazing. I’m just saying even if that’s what he believes, he should still let you do the project. So what if its challenging? You’re there to learn aren’t you? And if you want to push yourself so you can grow, I think he should encourage that not turn you away from it.” Patton pointed out. Remus smiled, but it still seemed too sad for Patton’s taste.

“What if you did it anyway?” he suggested. Remus’s grin suddenly turned mischievous as he raised an eyebrow.

“Patton are you suggesting that I disobey authority? I never thought I’d see the day.” He gasped dramatically. Patton flushed bright red as he slapped Remus’s shoulder playfully.

“I-I just think that if you do it and perfect it anyway, then you can prove it to him that he was wrong.” Patton defended “But this isn’t worth a lot of your grade or anything right? Because it might be best if you don’t test your professor when you can fail the whole class because of it.”

“No, of course not. It’s just a little project.” Remus replied, waving it off and looking away. Patton raised an eyebrow at his suspicious reaction but shrugged it off as Remus continued.

“I need a subject to practice it on though. None of my classmates like to be my subject anymore.” He pouted.

“Well, I could be your subject if you like.” Patton offered.

“You—You will? But this—I mean, this isn’t usually your thing.”

“It’s not but it still looks really cool, and you always help me with my dance routines. It’s the least I could do.”

“Ok, then. Thanks Patty Cakes!” Remus grinned. Patton nodded, hiding a blush.

“Anytime. Now let’s go get those sandwiches.”

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earlfeytea · 4 years

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A “LFRP but really a basic profile holder for Briar Duval” Post

**Still subject to change, just wanted to get basic info out there**

The Basics –

Age: 31

Birthday: 13th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Miqo’te, Keeper/Seeker mixed heritage

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance –

Hair: Black and Grey

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5’2”

Build: Toned

Distinguishing Marks: Instead of the usual male face markings, Briar has stripes at several points starting at the edges of his face similar to female miqo’te markings. Has a large scar on his left hip. There is also a beauty mark just under his left eye.

Common Accessories: Wears a gold chain necklace with two gold banded rings at all times.

Personal –

Profession: Part time dance instructor as well as small jobs he can handle at shops to get by, former adventurer.

Hobbies: He mostly likes to people watch when he isn’t working. Enjoys seeing shows and enjoys cross stitching in the evenings.

Languages: Common Eorzean

Residence: Lavender Beds

Birthplace: The North Shroud

Religion: None

Patron Deity: Menphina

Fears: Unknown at the moment

Relationships –

Spouse: None at the moment. Was married to his late husband, Allric Sullivan

Children: None

Parents: Jere'li Duval (Father) & E’raxu Duval. Both are alive and dwell in the north shroud by themselves.

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Traits –

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information –

Smoking Habit: Sometimes

Drugs: Only medicinal

Alcohol: Quite frequent

RP Hooks –

Hook 1 : Due to certains events and injuries to his hip, Briar does easy going dance lessons for the elderly or physically impaired as well as starting classes in which he instructs. He uses these lightweight lessons as a means to keep himself in shape while offering easy exercise and enjoyment to those who need it. It also kinda helps him remember to do it. So perhaps you need a dance class or know someone who has had them and have bumped into him during a meet up.

Hook 2 : If lessons aren’t making the money that week or he’s unable to do so,you might find him doing smaller jobs that don’t require a lot of physical work. This could just be as simple as him sitting behind the counter at a shop or bakery. Even just taking orders at the bar. Don’t count on him to be there always however.

Hook 3 : As cliche as it is, at a tavern, people watching. Even if he isn’t with anyone in particular, he finds just sitting in a corner and watching others while having a drink soothes him during his more lonely days.

Hook 4 : He used to be part of a small adventuring group, Crown of Thorns. Since the death of his husband 3 years ago along with the lasting effects from the injury he received during that event, the group has since broken apart. But perhaps you might have known the group or possibly worked with them at one time or another.

Hook 5 : Sometimes duty calls, whether you like it or not. If someone is in need or a job sounds too good, Briar’s health isn’t so bad yet that he can’t assist. Sometimes he still yearns for the glory of the old days and can certainly work his dancer magic in the battlefield... Provided there is rest in between mind you.

Hook 6 : Briar finds true happiness in foggy weather. While others find the density to be almost suffocating, Briar finds peace. His finest work was done hiding in the mist, his hearing ability giving him an edge over most. Perhaps you’ve come across him before by accident, meditating amongst the foliage of the shroud surrounded by a dense sea of grey cloud.

Hook 7 : As with many severe injuries, he’s gonna need a doctor to help him take care. While the nerves in his leg have done a good job healing, early arthritis and ever mending nerves mean constant visits to the chirurgeon. Never anything too serious, just check ups and such. Perhaps you’ve met him during a trip or perhaps a chirurgeon/nurse yourself.

What am I looking for –

Most anything I suppose? I am open to shipping but there needs to be something there. I am open to ERP and dark themes but won’t RP such things with anyone under 21. I am just not comfortable rping such things with one under that age, especially since there could be times where I want to draw such things.

I will be happy to do light hearted events with people younger but nothing more than that.

Other Information –

I am a multi-paragraph rper though I do like shorter ones too and tend to match who I am RPing with.

Discord is my preferred method of roleplaying. Being from the UK, it really helps me to get things going with people, especially since I work full time and most of the community I know is overseas. It also allows me time to think on things and go back if needed so it can be picked up easily should something happen. (It’s also a good excuse to slack off at work where I can’t get ingame, ssssh, don’t tell one!) I also like to headcanon a lot and feel it’s easier to go back and forth on this platform. I am happy to do mini ingame things however, even if it’s just hanging around for photos and such. Just please excuse me if I end up going a bit quiet as my brain shuts itself off until I am fully comfortable and confident.

Messaging here is fine also but hard to keep track of. Twitter, sure? If you do want my discord, ask me first.

If you do see me ingame, please note this character is still under Sacha Desyre with the switcheroo happening later after payday.

Thanks guys for reading!

#I'm sorry this is so awful but it helped me figure out a lot #Maybe gain some interest if people want to know more #Briar Duval #Miqo'te #Balmung

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nagichi-boop · 4 years

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hiiii can i have a matchup? im tiny (4’10) and i’ve been told that i have pretty innocent and cute looking face so im really not that intimidating. i’m super girly and i love wearing dresses and going all out with my appearance. i’m an intp. i can be a bit of an “extroverted introvert”— i’m approachable and i like to talk to certain people, but i prefer to stay out of other’s business and keep to myself. - 🥺

i tend to be very quiet around people that i’m not necessarily good friends with, but once i start to warm up to you, i can be really sarcastic (to the point that it annoys people), childish, and open with my thoughts. i’m a fairly confident person most of the time so i make a lot of dumb jokes about how pretty i am lol. but even with my confidence, i tend to get suddenly overwhelmed and anxious around big crowds. (2/?)

i’m a math nerd; i actually enjoy it and do well on the subject. i’m a professional procrastinator (which isn’t something to brag abt but i have to say im pretty good at it lol). i absolutely love music and it’s a topic that always gets me excited. talk about music with me and i’ll never shut up. my headphones are always on me and i can’t go a day w/o it. i can play the ukulele and i’m trying to learn piano. (3/?)

i’m pretty good at art, but a lot of the times it’s really difficult for me to find motivation to draw and im not very confident in my abilities. i love to sing, and i have a habit of softly singing/humming. in the grocery store, outside, in my room. anywhere. as much as i hate to admit it, im a super cuddly person and cant sleep without hugging something. i really really love hugs and affection but i’m too shy to ask for it. sorry this is long oops T_T ignore the emoji on the first one (4/4)

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Hey! Tysm for your request!

Let's get right into it, shall we?

I'd ship you with...

Kuroo Tetsurou!

• Kuroo was drawn to the fact that, at face value, you look like you'd be total opposites. You wear femanine clothing, he is very masculine. You are short, he is tall. You look innocent, he is...well, less so.

• He found you to be someone very easy to talk to, and even if you were shy to begin with, he was able to get you to open up. (After all, he is best friends with a very introverted person.)

• When you first made a sarcastic joke, Kuroo was really caught off guard - to the point where he started to catch feelings for you. You were no longer just this cutesy shy girl, you were someone with depth and complexity. As someone who loves to tease people, he also found comfort in knowing you like sarcastic jokes.

• Similarly, he likes your jokes about your appearance because he also loves to boast about himself. He just hopes that these jokes don't come from a dark place because he wants you to be confident in your appearance.

• He started just coming up to you and talking. People would get kind of startled because, compared to him, you look tiny, but Kuroo would simply laugh it off and then whisk you away.

• Once again, Kuroo is used to dealing with people who get anxious around crowds, so he usually takes you to quieter places to talk. Plus, it means he gets to keep you all to himself. Even though you weren't dating yet, he enjoys any time he gets to spend with you.

• He was low-key denying his own feelings for you because he didn't want to ruin the friendship he has with you. Kenma, as observant as always, has clued into the fact that you also seem to have feelings for him, so he bluntly tells Kuroo to get his confession to you over and done with. He thinks your friendship is strong enough that, even if you turn him down, you'd remain friends.

• Even though he is normally very confident, he was nervous when he tried to confess to you. He avoided eye contact and put his arm behind his neck. After meandering around the question for so long, he finally asked you out. You happily said "yes" to his confession.

• You both made as many excuses as you could to see each other, even if it only let you see each other briefly. Kenma had the idea for Kuroo to ask you to be his study partner since you seemed to be really good at maths and it would mean you could hang out more.

• You two are the biggest power couple ever and Kuroo likes to make everyone aware of it, especially his team. You're also a really funny duo when it comes to joking around. You always seem to be able to bounce off of one another really well, and dating only made your bond stronger.

• He loves your more artistic side. When you first sang in front of him, he had to hide his face because of how much he was blushing. When you asked him what was wrong, he very quickly deflected and tried to focus your attention onto something else.

• He comes over to just chill with you and sing. You play an instrument and sing while Kuroo taps on his legs and sings a lower harmony with you. He also doesn't mind just chilling while listening to music.

• He always asks for your music recommendations, partially because he wants to see your face light up and he loves how passionate you are about it. The two of you often share earbuds and listen to your music.

• He also loves your drawings. He thinks you're amazingly talented and he wishes you would show off your work more, but he also understands that you may not be motivated to draw all of the time and you may be anxious to share your work because of how you feel about your art. He appreciates your honesty and openess with him. He finds it endearing that even you have things you aren't confident about as he has his weak points, too.

• Kuroo is down for a good cuddle. In fact, he is someone who is surprising touchy. It started off as him just wrapping his arm around your shoulder, but he now also loves to cuddle you, give you a little smooch on the forehead, hold your hand - whatever it is you want or are comfortable with him doing. (He doesn't want to overstep any bounds, so before he tries anything new, he asks you first.)

• You don't have to ask for him to cuddle you - he somehow manages to pick up on when you really want to hug and he does it. He even sometimes puts his arm around you without even realising it.

• He bought you a big plushie of his so that you could cuddle it to help you sleep. You love to nestle your face into it because it smells like him and that puts you at ease.

I hope you like this matchup! Sorry if it's a bit long. I wanted to add as much detail as possible since you gave me such an in depth description to work with.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu matchups #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x reader #nagichi matchups

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margoshansons · 5 years

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The Killing Kind (4/?)

Part Four:

Summary: The night before her school trip to Europe, Y/N talks to Peter about her parents and his heroes. Then on the plane, Peter’s plan blows up in his face.

Warnings: mild swearing, angst, and mild secondhand embarrassment.

Notes: Thank you for all the love! Also, Tom is so cute in this gif. There’s a playlist now at this link!

(Y/N) stared up at the low ceiling, wishing for the fifth time that night that she could fall asleep. May’s leather couch felt cold against her bare legs, the borrowed pajama shorts tightening around her waist, leaving elastic marks etched into the skin.

She was grateful for May letting her stay the night, really she was, but there were a few times (Y/N) considered leaving just to head back to her own bed.

Wherever that was now.

She turned on her side as she contemplated her housing arrangments. She’d definitely have to get out of the City, that’s for sure. Maybe she could find an abandoned building near MJ’s apartment. But that would potentially lead to her Dad figuring out her friendship with the woman.

As she continued to toss and turn she let out a frustrated sigh.

Could her Dad not leave her alone for more than a year?

She was brought out of her frustrated thoughts by a crash coming from the front door. Leaning up, she readied one of her daggers in her hand, the blue light lighting up the dark living area.

It disappeared when she saw who it was.

“Peter?” (Y/N) asked, confused as to why he was coming back this late.

His eyes opened wide, mouth falling at the sight of the student on his Aunt’s couch. “(Y/N), hey, uh, what are, what are you doing here? I thought you uh--I thought you went home.”

She chuckled at the boy’s nervousness, “I was having some family trouble, so May said I could stay over.”

“Oh,” The tension dropped from Peter’s shoulders, “Um, that sucks. I’m-I’m sorry about that.”

(Y/N) shrugged, ignoring the sigh that emanated from the sixteen-year-old. “It is what it is.”

Peter nodded, throwing a careless look over his shoulder, before sitting down on the couch beside her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

(Y/N) hesitated, unsure about how to answer the question. She did hash a lot of her feelings out with May before Peter arrived, but some unseen force was urging her to release her emotions on the boy before her. The boy she had only met that summer after MJ had come back from being blipped. Peter Parker, who she could tell from the red lining his eyes, already had too much to deal with.

“I mean, there’s not much to talk about” She replied with a half-truth, “My dad is being a dick, so what else is new?”

Peter nodded, still silent. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you were still in contact with, uh, your dad”

(Y/N) shook her head, “I’m not, he just...pops into my life sometimes. Uninvited, I might add.”

“I mean that must be nice right?” Peter offered, “Having a dad who will check in with you every now and then.”

“I mean, I guess,” (Y/N) continued, “I would just appreciate it if he’d leave me alone for a bit, I mean, I’m on my own now, shouldn’t he respect that?”

Peter shrugged, “I mean, he probably just wants to keep touch with you”

“No, no he doesn’t” (Y/N) continued, ranting about her father’s excessive need for control. She was halfway through the sob story that was her life when she suddenly remembered.

“Oh my god.” She whispered in horror, “Peter, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about-- Holy shit that was so insensitive, I can’t believe I forgot about--”

“Hey” Peter interrupted, “Don’t worry about it, it was such a long time ago, I uh, I don't even really remember it.”

“That’s still no excuse for the way I acted,” (Y/N) continued, still horrified that she had forgotten about Peter’s own parents. “I was just so wrapped up in my Dad’s own drama surrounding Tony that I just completely--”

“Wait, uh, your dad knew Tony Stark?” Peter chimed in, his eyes growing wide again.

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, he used to work for him, and then he got fired around the same time you--”

Holy shit she was the worst, wasn’t she?

“The same time you started your internship with him.”

Peter swallowed at the statement looking away from his rambling peer.

(Y/N) knew it wouldn't make up for how insensitive she had acted in the half hour he had been home, but she reached over and grasped his hand, surprised at how familiar it felt in her palm.

“Hey” She whispered, drawing his attention back to her, “He’d be really proud if he could see you now.”

Peter nodded, his eyes focusing themselves on the floor.

“Did you know that he was the person I grew up idolizing?” (Y/N) offered, her lips twitching at the confused expression on the boy’s face. “Yeah, I had uh, posters of him plastered all across my room as a kid. My dad absolutely hated it, saying that there were better people to look up to.”

“No there aren’t” Peter whispered wistfully.

“That's what I told him” (Y/N) chuckled lightly, “When MJ told me that uh, you had gotten the Internship, I was so mad.”

Peter chuckled at that, his expression lifting slightly.

“I didn’t talk to her for weeks, I tore down my posters that day, and I don’t think I’ve ever made my Dad prouder after that moment.”

The two shared another laugh, (Y/N) scooting closer to the grieving student. “He was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Peter chimed in, wiping his eyes, “He was. I’m uh, I’m gonna head to bed.”

(Y/N) hated the cold imprint Peter’s absence left, but she refused to keep him longer after the insensitivity she had committed.

“Don’t uh, don’t worry about your dad” he replied, “He’ll uh, he’ll come around.”

***

The sun woke her before her alarm did. Gathering whatever little supplies she had brought over, (Y/N) slipped her jeans on under the blankets, folding the pajamas and leaving a grateful note for May when she woke up.

It wasn't until she was halfway down the stairs that she felt a small piece of paper in the pocket of her blue jacket.

In case you need someone

-May

(Y/N) stared at the sequence of numbers on the crumpled paper, resisting a smile as she typed them into her phone. When she left the building and called a taxi, she tried not to think about how her steps were bouncier, the sky seemed a bit bluer, and how New York as a whole, seemed so much brighter.

The trip to her apartment and the airport cost her a good portion of her money, but (Y/N) knew exactly how to get more. After all, her dad wasn’t exactly the best at encoding his bank password, especially after three years of letting his daughter work beside him.

It was a small form of revenge, but just enough to get her to smile as she took her seat next to MJ and Betty on the plane.

“What’s the grin for?” MJ asked, her voice deadpan.

(Y/N) smirked, “Oh nothing, just some good old fashioned revenge on my Father for bursting into my home late last night”

“Wait,” MJ stopped, “He visited you last night? Why didn’t you call me?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Because by the time he left I thought you would be asleep”. The lie rolled off her mouth like candy.

MJ scoffed, “Netflix released another abduction documentary, did you really think I wasn’t going to watch that?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Well I’m sorry I didn’t call you, next time I get an unexpected visit from an estranged psycho relative, I’ll be sure to let you know”

“You better” MJ teased, leaning back to continue reading her book.

(Y/N) smiled at her engrossed friend before placing her headphones on to block out the sound. She had hardly begun to pick her playlist when Ned Leeds decided to ask them for a favor.

“Hey Betty, listen, uh, Peter needs to switch seats with you”

“Why?” Betty asked, her shrill voice piercing the thin air of the airplane.

(Y/N) cocked an eyebrow at the veiled flirtation attempt by Peter and knowing MJ’s feelings on the subject, ripped out her earbuds and focused on Ned. “I can switch with Peter, it’s no big deal”

She was stopped by MJ’s hand, “Did uh, Peter say why he needed to switch?”

(Y/N) furrowed her brow, not understanding why MJ was giving Ned a further chance to screw this up.

“He, uh” The gamer kid began sweating, “The uh perfume of the lady in front of us. Peter has really bad allergies so—“

“Peter has a perfume allergy?” Mr. Harrington stood up at that news, ready to save the day. All (Y/N) could do was facepalm as a whole bunch of seat swapping took place eventually landing MJ next to Brad, Betty next to Ned, and Peter next to (Y/N), Mr. Harrington’s reasoning being that she’s the least likely to be wearing strong perfume. She didn’t really know how to feel about that but it was slightly insulting.

“You ready for the next ten hours?” (Y/N) asked, placing her earbuds back in.

All Peter could do is stare longingly at MJ and Brad’s row in silence.

“Don’t worry” (Y/N) interjected, drawing Peter’s attention toward her, “He’s not her type”

Thank you so much for the positive feedback! Summer classes are starting up again, so I may have to cut back some writing time, (and also watch and rewatch Jake Gyllenhaal’s movies, I love him,) But part five should be out soon. In the meantime, there will be a Masterlist coming out tomorrow and the playlist has been made! Aesthetics are on their way as well!

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rosewilliams1736 · 4 years

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This I Promise You Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Lena jogged up to Alex and Kara and caught the end of discussion that she had a feeling she wasn’t meant to hear.

“... and if you thought Eliza was upset, you should have seen Ruby when she figured out that you weren’t here to watch her this afternoon.” Alex snapped.

Kara stopped and almost sent both of them to the ground with the abrupt shift in weight.

“You can guilt trip me all you want Alex, I had to go. I’m sorry that I missed hanging out with Ruby, but at least now you don’t have to worry about her starving.”

Lena caught up to them then, having slowed her pace to avoid getting in the middle of their sibling squabble.

Kara looked up at her and her cheeks flushed red. Lena looked away, she hadn’t really minded making Kara blush before, but seeing it stem from pure embarrassment made her uneasy.

Alex nodded to the small cluster of buildings ahead of them. “We’re almost there.”

Kara didn’t respond and instead started taking slow steps in that direction.

They only made it another fifty or so feet before a small crowd came into view. From what Lena could tell, it was a collection of five or so families. Standing at the front of the crowd was an older blonde woman who approached them as soon as she caught sight of the group. She fussed over Kara for a moment and pulled her into a gentle hug before stepping back and giving her a quick visual assessment. The woman let out a heavy sigh before moving over to the side Alex wasn’t occupying and started helping Alex steer Kara toward the nearest building.

A small girl darted out of the crowd and wrapped her arms tightly around Kara’s waist. “Auntie Kara! I missed you so much!”

Kara sucked in a sharp breath at the contact but smiled down at the girl. “I missed you too Rubes.”

“Hey Ruby, Auntie Kara had a really bad day, do you think you could draw her a picture to make her feel better?” Alex said as she carefully pried the girl off of Kara.

“Yeah! I already made her one so now she will have two!” Ruby said proudly as she took off back into the crowd.

Alex, Kara, and the older woman, who Lena now presumed was Eliza, disappeared into the small building. Lena moved to follow but caught Alex’s scowl through the door frame and stopped in her tracks. She really didn’t have any business being in that room, but it stung a little, nonetheless. She had saved Kara’s life after all.

The door was shut in front of Lena and for the first time she realized that she had been left alone with a crowd of strangers. What she wouldn’t give for a shot of strong liquor and a week-long nap right about now.

“Lena?” A voice said behind her.

Lena flinched. The only two people on this planet who knew her name were in the building in front of her. If this person knew her first name, they mostly certainly knew her last name too. Lena whipped around, hand gravitating toward the knife that she now remembered was lying on the floor of Kara’s ship.

Before she had the chance to reach for another weapon, a pair of arms pulled her into a hug. Lena took a quick step back and broke the embrace

“Who the fu-...” The face she saw looking back at her made words die on her tongue.

“Sam,” She stared up at the taller woman in awe for a moment. “How-how did you…? I thought… They killed you.”

“Well they didn’t do a very good job of it now did they?” Sam said with a smile.

Lena started to smile too before she caught sight of the scar that stretched across Sam’s cheek.

Sam noticed the change in Lena’s expression and nodded toward a building that was a few yards away.

“Why don’t you come with me? Let’s have some dinner and catch up.”

Lena nodded weakly and allowed herself to be led into what she assumed was Sam’s house.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Lena had her head on a table and was failing miserably at ignoring the throbbing headache that was assaulting her temples when she heard the doors slide open behind her.

“How would your mother feel if she knew that you were hiding away instead of doing what she sent you here for?”

Lena rolled her eyes and regretted it instantly when the pain in her head got worse.

“We’re allowed rest when we’re sick, Veronica.” She ground out, closing her eyes in hopes that it would make Veronica leave her alone.

“Sick, really? Is that also your excuse for why you have been so tragically far behind the rest of us since you got here?”

“I cannot help but notice that you are not present in your classes right now either. Shouldn’t you be getting in trouble for being absent as well?” Lena asked, head still on the table.

“It’s cute that you think that anything I do around here can get me in trouble. The Masters’ reward talent like mine and scoff at embarrassments like you.” Veronica sneered.

Lena’s jaw clenched and felt her cheeks burn red. She was better than this, and Veronica Sinclair was not worth her time. Losing her cool now would only make her life at this academy more miserable than it already was.

Veronica closed the distance between herself and Lena.

“What is it like being the weakest member of the strongest family in the galaxy?”

Lena’s eyes flew open and she jumped to her feet. “Mind your own goddamn business Sinclair.”

The other girl quirked an eyebrow. “What are you going to do Lena? Glare at me? I’ve seen you train. You are shit with a saber and somehow, even worse with the force. I’m not scared of you.”

Neither of them heard the door slide open again, nor did they notice the footsteps of a newcomer.

“Please just leave, I am not doing this with you right now.” Energy was pulsing through Lena now and where she knew most would feel strength, she felt like her skin was on fire and as though she was going to pass out at any second.

“Why don’t you call Lex in here? He’s the only Luthor here worth fighting anyway.”

“Stop it!” Lena shouted as she lifted the table in front of her and flung it at Veronica.

There was a loud crash as the glass tabletop collided with the girl. She was thrown a few feet back toward the door. Lena watched in horror as a shard from the table went flying and struck the face of the other person in the room.

The anger that had just been flowing throughout her system disappeared and was instantly replaced with nausea.

“Sam?” Lena’s voice cracked on the word.

Sam looked over at her as blood began to streak down her face. Her ever present smile was nowhere to be seen, instead, her lips were pursed tightly and her normally warm gaze had gone cold.

“Sam, I-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to-...”

“I thought we were better than her Lena, better than all of them. We were supposed to be able to fight this power and use it for better things.”

“I am better than this.”

Sam kept on as though Lena hadn’t spoken a word.

“Go.”

Lena opened her mouth to speak again, but Sam cut her off.

“Don’t start. I know you’ve been planning an escape for weeks. I’ll heal her and handle the fallout.”

Lena stood frozen.

“Nothing you can say will fix this, and if you don’t leave now, you’ll get us both killed.”

Lena took a few steps toward the door before stopping and turning back to Sam. “I’m sorry…”

Sam cut her off with a shake of her head. “Just go Lena.” She turned back to tending to Veronica’s wounds.

Lena left without another word, at least not that she said out loud that is. In her mind, she swore that she’d never let the dark force inside her take control of her like that again. If that meant never tapping into that power again, so be it.

O0o0o0o0o0o

Sam brought Lena into a small kitchen and indicated for her to sit down at the table that took up the majority of the room. Lena did as she was told and watched as Sam began pulling items out of a largely barren cupboard.

Neither woman spoke as Sam assembled a meager looking stew. Lena sat still, but her hands itched for something to do. On the long list of awkward situations that she had found herself in in her lifetime, this was definitely toward the top.

After a few minutes, Sam finished up her work and came to sit down across the table from Lena.

Lena bit her cheek before finally breaking the silence. “That was an awfully warm welcome for someone who scarred you and almost got you killed.” She said quietly, with her eyes on the table in front of her.

Lena felt Sam’s eyes on her but couldn’t bring herself to look up to meet them.

“I didn’t stay mad at you Lena. We both know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, or Veronica for that matter. And besides, you didn’t put my life in danger, your parents did that.”

Lena wasn’t ready to accept Sam’s forgiveness, so she leapt at the opportunity of a subject change.

“How did you escape them?” She asked, finally deciding it was safe to look up.

Sam’s jaw clenched before slowly relaxing into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I didn’t.”

Lena watched Sam carefully, but knew better than to interrupt.

Sam glanced into the room behind them and Lena followed her gaze to see a small girl, the same one that had hugged Kara’s leg earlier, sitting there intently focused on the drawing in front of her.

“I was visiting my parents right after Ruby was born when they were attacked. It was meant to be a big celebration; lots of big families gathered so that my parents could gloat about their first grandchild.” Sam shook her head. “You know what they were like.”

Lena nodded politely in response.

“We got there a few days before all of the festivities were set to start. My mom wanted my input on the flower arrangements or some other silly detail that I couldn’t have cared less about, and I didn’t really mind because I knew that she would watch Ruby so that I could actually get some sleep.” Sam took a steadying breath to help reign herself in. “We were out for a walk when they got there, just mom, Ruby and me. She pushed us into some of the greenery and told us that she would take care of everything.” Sam paused for a moment to clear the emotion out of her throat. “That was the last I ever saw of her.”

Lena slowly reached a hand across the table and placed it on top of Sam’s. It wasn’t much, but after not having seen the girl for ten years, she wasn’t sure what else she had to offer.

“That’s how I met Alex.” Sam said after a moment, her tone was lighter this time. “All of my parent’s ships were destroyed in the attack and Rubes and I would have been stranded there if she and Kara hadn’t shown up to sell their wares the day after the attack.

“They took us in even though their food supply was already scarce, and Alex built us this house from the sand up.” Sam’s face pulled back up into the bright smile.

“I am not sure that we know the same Alex, she was not terribly fond of Kara bringing home a stranger.” Lena said, only half joking.

“Oh that’s definitely my Alex. She’s just protective of her family, Kara especially. That girl has a real talent for getting herself into trouble.”

The corner of Lena’s lips pulled up into a smile. “Now that I believe. She’s got some real guts on her.”

Sam laughed. “You have no idea.”

They fell into silence again after that, but it was more comfortable this time. It was a few minutes before Sam broke the silence.

“And what about you? The last I heard, the Luthors had you. I was sure you were dead”

“Turns out that my partner and I were not as good at covering our tracks as we thought, Lex tracked us down before we could do any real damage to the them. I don’t know much more than that because they threw me into carbonite almost the second that we landed on the base.” Lena swallowed thickly.

“They could have tortured or killed Jack and I never would have known because I was stuck in that fucking slab.”

“Is that where you were when Kara found you?”

Lena nodded. “Poor girl was hanging on to consciousness by a thread when I woke up.”

“We’ll cycle back to Kara in a minute, I’m worried about you right now.” Sam leaned forward in her chair. “I was wondering why you looked so dead on your feet. Are you alright? I’ve heard about how awful hibernation sickness can be.”

Lena’s shoulder slumped. She’d underestimated just how well Sam still knew her.

“After I got over the initial bout of blindness, the other after effects weren’t nearly as bad..”

Sam’s gaze burned into her. “And the exhaustion?”

“It’s another common symptom.” Lena brushed off Sam’s question.

“It’s been awhile Lena, but I still know what a Luthor blaster wound looks like. I also know that Kara would be deader than the Death Star right now if she hadn’t gotten some kind help before you guys got here.”

Lena’s pulse spiked, but not with anger as it often did. This time, she felt plain old fear grip her chest.

“I had to do something. The girl fell unconscious right in front of me and then almost bled out again on her own ship.”

“I know what had to be done, and believe me when I say that I am glad you did it, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Sam eyed Lena carefully. “I am going to ask you again, are you alright?”

Lena’s hands began to shake on the table, so she moved them onto her lap to keep them out of sight.

“I promised myself that I would never use the force again after you got hurt, and I have been good on that promise for the past ten years. But then there was Kara… She had just saved me, I had to return the favor.”

Sam’s voice was impossibly soft and quiet when she spoke next. “You saved her life. That is exactly the kind of thing that you and I set out to do with that awful power.”

Lena felt tears beginning to pool in her eyes. “It still burns Sam. It’s just like the lava that they used to make us train above.”

“It’s the price to pay for such a powerful talent.” Sam recited with a roll of her eyes.

“It is funny how you and I were the only ones who had to hear that speech over and over again. I have always wondered how the rest of them handled the pain, perhaps the allure of power was enough to numb it for them.”

“Maybe they were just into that kind of thing.”

Lena’s fear began to slowly seep out of her. “That would explain quite a bit actually.”

Sam laughed. “Now that my childhood has been completely ruined, I think it’s time for some dinner.”

Lena glanced over at the pot. “Are you sure? Kara mentioned that you all were starting to run out of food.”

Sam shrugged, standing up out of her chair. “I can’t offer you much other than broth and a few chunks of meat, but I made enough so that you can have a bowl. Luthors deserve to eat too.”

Lena flinched at the use of her last name. “Sam…”

“I’m sorry, I realized it as soon as I said it.”

Lena stood and walked over to Sam. “Please don’t tell them who I am,” Her voice was a whisper. “I am leaving here the moment I find a ship that will take me. The less they know, the better.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on telling them anything. After what happened to me, Alex developed a… well, a bit of a hatred for your family.”

Lena let out a humorless laugh. “Of course she did.”

Sam gave her a sympathetic smile. “If it makes you feel any better, Alex hates most people.”

Lena couldn’t help but give Sam a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

***

Lena was running out of energy by the time that dinner started to wind down , so she was relieved when Ruby took it upon herself to regale the older women with a tale about the space mission that her doll had just returned from.

“She’s just like Auntie Kara!” Ruby said proudly.

“Well then, your doll must be an incredible adventurer.” Lena replied.

Ruby started wiggling in her chair with excitement. “Have you been on a mission with her?”

“I have.” Lena said with a smile.

“Woah! That’s so cool! What did you do?”

“I am sure Kara will tell you all about her mission when she’s feeling a little bit better, Rubes.”

All heads turned to the doorway where Alex was now standing, drying her hands on a towel. She looked leaps and bounds more at ease than she had when Lena had first met her. Her eyes were softer, and it appeared that the tension that she had been holding in her shoulders earlier was gone now.

Sam stood and made her way over to Alex. “How is she?” She asked before giving Alex a peck on the cheek.

Alex smiled. “She’s hurting right now, but she’ll be fine.”

Lena let out a sigh of relief. Now that she knew Kara was going to be alright, she could start making plans to get out of here.

“Lena?” Sam asked. The look on her face suggested that this wasn’t the first time that Sam had called her name.

“Yes?”

“Alex just said that Kara sent her to find you.”

“Oh, right, of course.” She said.

She turned her attention to Alex. “Is it alright if she has visitors right now?”

Alex shrugged. “In my medical opinion, I’d prefer if she slept; but in my sisterly opinion, she can have whatever the hell she wants after what she went through today.”

“Language.” Sam said, nodding toward Ruby.

Alex sighed. “You still owe me one heck of an explanation, but that can wait for tomorrow. I’ve learned that it’s best not to keep her waiting.”

Lena nodded. “Thank you.”

On her way out of the door, Alex caught Lena’s arm. “Thank you for bringing her home.”

“Thank you for not shooting me.”

“Careful now, that part may come later.” Alex said with a smirk.

Lena grinned. ”I suppose we will just have to wait and see then.”

***

Lena ducked into the building that she had seen Alex take Kara into earlier. It was warmly lit by several candles and was furnished with a few old and worn tables and chairs. There were still a few pieces of medical equipment lying around, but not enough to indicate that a surgery had occurred here less than an hour ago.

As she looked around, Lena was surprised to see that the room was empty. In all honesty, she had hoped that it would be, but had prepared herself for the possibility of an awkward conversation with Kara’s mother anyway.

The sound of a familiar voice drew her attention to a nearby door.

“There you go buddy; you’re looking better already.”

Lena recognized the tone in Kara’s voice, she had to have been talking to Krypto. With a small smile, she knocked on Kara’s door.

“Come in!”

Lena pushed the door open and found herself walking into the most cluttered room she’d ever seen. There were speeder and droid parts covering nearly every available surface and manuals from at least ten different droid models were stacked haphazardly on the small desk. Aside from the mess, there were two bunks situated on opposite sides of the room; one of which was currently occupied by Kara, who had her injured leg elevated by a few pillows. She appeared to be tinkering with Krypto given the bolts in her lap and the screwdriver that she was balancing between her teeth. Lena shook her head fondly and continued her sweep of the room. Her eyes landed on the hilt of what was unmistakably a lightsaber, and her breath caught in her throat. She took an unconscious step backwards.

A flurry of thoughts burst into her head. Did this mean Kara was touched by the same darkness that she’d spent her life running from? She certainly hadn’t exhibited any signs, but where else would she have gotten a lightsaber? She had stolen from the Luthors, so that means that she wasn’t allied with their forces, right? Who is this girl?

Kara’s eyes had been on Lena from the moment she walked in the room and her sudden change in posture did not go unnoticed.

“Is everything okay?” Kara asked after pulling the screwdriver out of her mouth.

“Of course.” Lena turned to face her with a tight smile. “I am surprised to see that you are still up. Alex mentioned that you should probably be sleeping.”

“I could be sleeping, but then my buddy here would have had to have a squeaky wheel for the rest of the night and that’s no fun for anyone.” Kara patted the droid on the head before looking back up at Lena. “Now, back to why you look like you saw a ghost when you saw Barry’s lightsaber.”

Lena’s mouth snapped shut. “Are you always this observant?”

“Not really, I just know that look. It’s the same one I get every time I remember that that saber is sitting there.” Kara brought a hand up and rubbed the back of her neck. “You can come in you know; I don’t bite.”

Krypto piped up from beside Kara with a few beeps that Lena couldn’t decipher. “And Krypto wants you to know that they don’t bite either.” Kara said with a laugh.

Lena must have still looked unsure because Kara carefully slid over on her bed and patted the freshly empty space.

After another moment of hesitation, Lena sat down gently. She thought to ask Kara why she offered up part of her already occupied bed when there was another empty one situated just a few feet away but found that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“So,” She cleared her throat. “Who is Barry?”

Kara’s eyes flickered with what Lena recognized to be pain for a second before her smile returned.

“He is, well, was, my best friend.” Kara picked up a bolt and began fiddling with it. “We lost him on a mission just over a year ago.”

Lena’s eyes fell to the floor. “Oh.”

“He left that lightsaber to me for safekeeping, but I can’t even look at it without remembering that he’s gone.” Kara continued on, too lost in memories to acknowledge Lena. “It’s the dumbest thing too, it wasn’t even his, not really. We found it when we were out scavenging.”

Well, that certainly answered a few questions. Lena was mostly relieved by the knowledge that Kara wasn’t like her, but the tiniest part of her wished she was, if for no other reason than to have someone around who understood the most secret part of her.

Lena put a hand on Kara’s shoulder. “I’m sorry Kara. You have already been through enough today; I did not mean to bring up the past.”

“Don’t be, I left myself wide open for that one.” She brought her own hand up to touch Lena’s but stopped just shy of it.

Lena saw the hesitation and gave Kara a nod of encouragement. Kara blushed and finished her motion before giving Lena’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I can go ten minutes without making everything awkward, I promise. You just caught me on an off day.”

Lena felt herself relax into Kara’s humor. “You do not have to stop on my account, I am a big fan of the constant blush.”

Kara’s face turned an even more vibrant shade of red and she pushed Lena away playfully. “Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

“Darling, if you thought that was mean, you should see me when I’m angry.” Lena said before she had time to process what she’d said.

The words were said in jest but reminded her of why she had reacted so viscerally to seeing the lightsaber. It was also why she had no business getting comfortable in a place like this or with a person like Kara. Her smile started to fade from her face, and she noticed that Kara’s did the same.

Kara had just opened her mouth to undoubtedly ask Lena what was wrong when Eliza poked her head in the door.

“How are you feeling…?” Her question trailed off when she caught sight of Lena. “Oh! You must be Lena.” She said as she walked into the room.

Lena stood and offered her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Eliza.”

“And you as well.” Eliza smiled and shook Lena’s outstretched hand. “I know it’s starting to get late and there aren’t too many extra beds around here, but you’re more than welcome to stay here with us and sleep in Alex’s old bed if you’d like. I think Kara has been able to keep most of her mess out of it lately.” She said as she threw a teasing look Kara’s way.

Kara started to sputter out a response, but Lena saved her the effort.

“That would be wonderful, thank you.”

Eliza nodded and turned back to Kara. “How’s the pain?”

Kara tried to shift back to how she had been sitting before Lena came in but stopped as soon as she started moving her leg.

“It’s not too bad.” She said through clenched teeth. “We need to ration the meds we have; I’ll be fine.”

“Nice try,” Eliza said before pulling a small bottle out of her pocket.

“That stuff tastes so bad.” Kara pouted.

Eliza handed the bottle over to Kara with a knowing smile. “I know sweetie, but you need to sleep, and this is the best way to do it.”

Kara quickly swallowed the contents before scrunching her face up in disgust.

Lena and Eliza shared a smile at Kara’s antics and Eliza leaned over to whisper in Lena’s ear. “I should warn you, Kara reacts very well to pain medication.”

Lena leaned her head to the side in question, and Eliza laughed. “She usually calls it being floaty, but us in the medical field usually just call it being high.”

Lena raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh! Well, that is good to know.”

“I can hear you guys.” Kara piped up from beside them.

Eliza bent over and placed a kiss on the top of Kara’s head. “It’s only fair that she knew sweetie.”

She turned back to Lena. “If she gets to be too much or you need anything at all, feel free to ask.”

“I will, Eliza, thank you.”

“I’ll leave you girls to it then, goodnight.” She said before leaving the room.

Both girls echoed her goodnight and then turned back to each other.

“About before..”

“I’m sorry…”

The girls spoke simultaneously.

Lena gestured for Kara to continue with a smile.

“You’ve spent all day checking up on me and making sure I was okay, even though I found you in a literal prison, and..” Kara trailed off, her eyebrows wrinkling with the effort of collecting her thoughts. “I can’t claim to know you, or what you went through to end up on that Luthor base, but it couldn’t have been easy.”

Kara squirmed around in her bed, her movements growing slower and more fluid before the pain in her leg forced her to sit still. Lena noted that the pain medicine must have started to take effect.

“If you wanted to talk about it some time, you’re more than welcome to.” Kara blinked slowly and smiled loosely up at Lena. “You’re stuck with me for a while, ‘s the leassst I can do ta repay you for saving me.”

Lena was almost too distracted by how endearing Kara’s slurred rambling was to catch the last thing she said. Almost. She drew her eyebrows together in confusion.

“Stuck with you?” She asked.

“Yeah!” Kara nodded rapidly, with excitement that Lena couldn’t quite understand. “We crashhhed the only shhip on the planet! You’rre stuck here until Winn fixes it. Have you meet Winn? He’ss the best.”

Lena forced her lips into a tight smile. “I have not had the pleasure of meeting Winn yet.” She said through clenched teeth, hoping Kara wouldn’t notice. “And you’re sure there is no other way off the planet?”

“Yep!” Kara said before letting out a monstrous yawn.

Anxiety pooled coldly in Lena’s stomach. There was always a chance that Kara was just too far gone to know what she was talking about, but the thought of being trapped here was still concerning. With a heavy sigh, she moved to help Kara clear the metal scraps from her lap. Her hands shook as she set the miscellaneous pieces on Kara’s desk.

Kara frowned. “Are you okay?”

Lena grabbed the blanket from the foot of Kara’s bed and pulled it up over the blonde.

“I’m just tired, we had a pretty exciting day.” She said, a more genuine smile spreading across her face at Kara’s concern.

Kara seemed to accept this answer and settled herself deeper into bed. “M’ tired too. Go’night Lena.”

“Goodnight Kara.”

Lena waited for Kara’s eyes to fall shut before she made her way over to her temporary bed and took a seat on the edge of it. She leaned forward and put her head in her hands. What the hell was she going to do now?

“Lena?” Kara’s soft voice startled her a few minutes later.

Lena looked up and saw that Kara was watching her. “Are you alright? Do I need to get Eliza?”

Kara shook her head lazily. “No, I jus’ wanted to say that ‘m glad that my brain buzz helped me find you. You’re too nice to be stuck in rock. An pretty too.”

Lena felt the tips of her ears redden.

“I’m glad you found me too Kara…” She said before full meaning of Kara’s words washed over Lena and she stopped mid-sentence. “Brain buzz?” She asked.

“Mmhm, it keeps me safe and helped me find you.”

Before Lena could form a response, Kara’s head lulled to the side and soft snores began to spill out of her mouth.

The stew that Sam had given her began to swirl dangerously in her stomach and her heart began to pound in her ears. Brain buzz? Kara may have been high out of her mind, but that’s not something that she could have just made up on the spot.

Lena wracked her brain for another explanation. She had only experienced the thrum a few times herself, mostly when she was a young child, and then again when Kara had found her. A shock of something spread through her system, but she couldn’t place exactly what it was. Fear, excitement, relief? She wasn’t sure.

Lena glanced over at Kara’s sleeping form once more. Who is this girl?

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Music box: chapter 4 - slum

Antonina sighed looking out of the window. It was hot. She felt like she went to sauna. Of course, conditioner worked well and helped to chill a little.

She was sent with Knockout on a mission to find a relic, since no one of the Decepticons could reach it. So now they were driving through streets of a seaside city. They still had a long way to go and they couldn't move very fast because of all motorcycles on their way.

- You're a little quiet, Tonya, - Knockout said.

- You want to talk? - she asked.

- I meant that you don't complain as much as I expected, - he explained, - You know, I'm actually not fond of humans, really. But you do pretty good job at not irritating me. Not even crying to let you go to these... older ones your sparklings usually stick around.

- Parents? - she said, - Well, it's not like I would meet them if you let me go.

- Why so?

- It's... - the girl went deep in thought for a moment, - It's complicated. And I actually hope I will not meet them ever again.

The girl clenched on the edge of her blue and black dress. She wasn't used to talking about that. And she sure didn't expect Decepticon to be interested.

- I see. Do you know Autobots' pets by the way? - Knockout changed the subject.

- I don't think so, - Antonina answered, - Where do they even live?

- Jasper, Nevada.

- Sounds like America. Soundwave picked me in Marseille, France. So there's no way I've met them before, - she said.

- Oh, so you're from another country? How come you speak the same language as those fleshies?

- You're from another planet. How come you speak the same language as them? - the girl parried, - I just need English since some foreign teachers sometimes come to our classes. I actually fluently speak three languages. Too bad Vietnamese isn't one of them.

Then the car stopped. Red bot opened the door letting Tonya out. She stepped outside and breathed in hot moist air. She then took off her cardigan and covered her head with it. It wouldn't be good if she got sunstroke.

- You better do it quickly, - Knockout said.

- I'll try.

The big slum district stretched out before her. She could almost see all houses within it since it was placed on the hill. The girl took a deep breath as she started walking through narrow passages. She couldn't know the specific location of the relic, since the scaner cons used was too big for her to carry. All she knew was that it was around the center of the district and that she would definitely recognize it.

As she walked some people watched her, some approached her asking something about Soviets. Though it wasn't hard to shake them off. Lots of kids were running around, some dogs as well. She didn't feel good in here. Slums all over the world were famous for thier higher crime rate, so she always looked around nervously.

The girl wandered about for several hours untill she finally found something. Under old stone stairs some bricks were moved aside showing empty space under it. Antonina took a look inside. There was a disk made of white metal and... something ball shaped of the same material. The girl took out her phone and called Knockout.

- Knockout, it's Tonya. I've found something, - she informed, - I'm not sure though.

- How does it look like? - he asked.

- Like a metal jar? Is this it?

- It's a container. You can leave it there. What we need is inside.

- But there's nothing in it, - she replied after taking the jar out and looking inside, - Nothing but a big fat spider.

- What?! - the bot went silent for a moment, as if checking something, - Alright, the relic is still not far from you, straight east from where you're standing. And you better hurry up! Just how much free time do you think I have?!

- Got it.

The girl put the phone in her pocket and rushed in the right direction. She is screwed if those Autobots kids were the ones to take it. After some time she ran out on some sort of open space between buildings and started looking around. And then she saw... a bunch of kids playing football. With a strange metal object instead of a ball. A sigh of relief came out of her mouth. Now all she needed to do was take it. The girl put on her cardigan properly to look more presentable and walked towards the kids.

It wasn't actually as hard as she expected. Luckily she grabbed some french sweets when Soundwave let her out. And now she took them in case mission would take too long. These kids traded without a second thought.

Antonina held the object in her hands and looked it all over. It was definitely it. A strange circle like thing with claws on sides. It wasn't very big, but obviously it was a little heavy. While turning it all over she accidentally touched her wrist with it and claws formed a tight grip over it. Now it was like some kind of bracelet. Suddenly she noticed someone beside her. She turned to see an Asian girl in colorful outfit, with black and pink hair.

- Hey, girl! - she waved and then pointed at the relic, - Excuse me, but can we have that? We kinda need it.

- Well, I need it too, - Tonya glanced at the boy with a European looks that was standing not far and talked to someone on the phone.

- Arcee, we found it, - he whispered.

Arcee. It sure was a strange name. And it sounded familiar. Yes, these two were probably Autobots' friends. Not only they needed this alien like thing, but they also were just walking around slums, in which no tourists would step (unless they are looking for some sharp sensations).

Antonina rushed towards the alley. Now all she needed to do was run down the hill and meet with Knockout. The girl ran as fast as she could. Luckily, these kids weren't as fast as her, so she lost them after some time. But then she finally noticed that it was getting dark.

- "God, why does it always get dark so early in warm countries?" - she whined in her mind.

Before she knew it the sun has set and everything around became pitch black only lighted by lights from the windows. She should hurry. It was quite dangerous here even in daytime. Now who knew what would come out. The girl was almost there. She could even see the red car from afar.

And at the moment she thought that the mission was successful someone grabbed her shoulder. It was a local man and he was holding a knife. Just what she was worried about. The thiefs. He hold out his hand waiting for her to give him money. Just then she rushed again, but this time was caught. Antonina barely made it in time to catch his arm before he could cut her throat. She standed there for split seconds and then gathered all her power to throw the man over her shoulder, then, before he could stand up again she kneeled down and puched him in stomach. He let out a loud scream as the girl felt something crack under her fist. At first she didn't understand what happened, after all she couldn't punch him that hard. But then she saw her hand. It was now in some kind of big metal glove with glowing orange lines on it. So this is how it worked? No wonder everyone was so crazy about this little thing.

- "Now, let's hurry until anyone else comes here", - she thought.

Tonya ran towards the main road. Her feet already hurt from a whole day of walking around and her legs felt numb. But she still pushed a little more trying to go even faster just to get away. Finally she reached for the door and jumped into the car. The girl was breathing fast trying to recover from marathon she'd just been through.

- I see you haven't failed everything after all, - Knockout purred, - I actually thought I would have to go there myself to pick the relic after that fleshbag sent you offline.

- Ha... Let's hurry up and go back, - she said after finally recovering her breath, - These... Autobots' kids were there. So those guys are probably nearby.

- Too late, fleshy~

Red car turned the mirror and Antonina could see a massive green off-roader and a blue motorcycle. The belt bound her to the seat as Decepticon rushed at full speed. Thakfully, there were a lot less people on the way so he could maneuver over them. Then he turned around and rushed in the opposite direction passing Autobots that couldn't cross the street because of small stone wall. Or that's what the girl thought. The motorcycle led by the boy she met before quickly jumped it over and followed them. It was a lot easier to maneuver for this one so it started to approach the con.

- Perfect! - Knockout said, - Tonya, put the relic back into shrink mode.

- How? - Antonina asked.

- Ugh, just push the blue button in the center, - he whined obviously annoyed.

She did as he said. The big glove covering her hand and wrist started transforming until it looked like a bracelet again.

- Hide it, - the girl put it in her bag holding it firmly, - It'll be a little shaky now. Try not to let your insides out.

- Koneshno, - she commented with sigh.

She expected some big dangerous race, fast turns, even a fight with aliens weapons in their alter modes. Pretty much anything Knockout could do right now. But none of her expectations came to life. Red bot turned around again and again drawing a circle around himself until the belt released her and the door opened. Any suport from under her disappeared as she was thrown out of the car.

- Ah! - she let out a short cry as she hit the back of her head by glass, the door closed and a car made a fast turn and rushed in other direction.

- Gotcha! - said familiar voice as she was trying to take in what just happened.

- Breakdown? Gosh, you can't imagine how you two scared me, - she whined letting out a sigh of relief.

- Relic?

Girl quickly looked in her bag to check just in case.

- Here.

Now she was inside Breakdown. His alt form looked like an armored truck. Sure suited him.

- So, now what? - Tonya asked, - There's at least two of them, so they will probably chase after you too.

- Bulkhead isn't that quick, so don't worry. The little one will most likely try to get the relic she thinks Knockout has.

The bot pushed the pedal to the floor making the girl flinch.

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Groundbridge opened letting the blue truck into the ship. Soundwave closed it right that moment it was inside. The car's door opened and the human girl jumped out. Starscream dropped his jaw when he saw it.

- I thought that Knockout was entrusted with this mission! - he screamed, - What is this fleshbag doing here?!

- Relic was in hard-to-reach area, - Breakdown answered without any hint of guilt, - Besides, why can't she be here? She's Soundwave's pet.

- The relic, - blue seeker interrupted before Second in command could start again.

Tonya took the bracelet out of her bag and handed it to bot that kneeled down for her.

- What is it? - blue bot asked.

- Well, it transformed in some sort of a big glove, - she answered, - But it probably has some other functions than powering up punches.

Dreadwing looked it over and then headed towards the exit.

- You did well, human.

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kisskissbanggang · 5 years

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Asking For It

[~4K Words Yuta x Female Reader -- Like 1:4 Plot:Smut -- Drinking buddies, Friends to lovers(?), Daddy kink, Facials]

[Soft Daddy!Yuta for Anon 💕]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You awoke to your morning alarm practically gouging a hole in your head, it seemed to be so loud. You rolled off your couch, careful as usual to step over Yuta, who usually crashed on the floor when you spent the night drinking and shooting the shit. This time, however, you stepped over nothing. You searched the floor when the sounds of cooking slowly came into focus like a station on the radio, calling you into the kitchen. Yuta, with a thousand yard stare, handed you a cup of coffee while he sipped at his like his life depended on it.

You stretched your arms overhead, straightening out your back. Yuta glanced at you, then whipped around, facing the counter to grab more coffee. He turned, offering you the coffee pot. You raised your still full cup to him. He set the pot down.

"We need to talk," he said.

"We do?"

"You never told me you talk in your sleep."

"I do?"

Yuta nodded frantically. "Normally," he said, "this would be hilarious and you'd never hear the end of it, but this is a case where I need to make sure."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, still not convinced this was a big deal. After all, your headache would only get worse or better if your sixth sense told you this was serious, and this time the level of pounding in your head stayed the same.

"You moaned my name last night in your sleep."

You guffawed. "Is that it?!"

Yuta looked deathly serious. "It was a few times. And..."

"Oh my god Yuta, just finish telling me."

"I think you called me Daddy."

You gagged on your coffee but managed to compose yourself. "So," you said nonchalantly, "I had a weird sex dream about you?" Yuta nodded. "You? A person," you continued, "that I've hung out with for years, often and regularly, and have a very dear and close friendship with?"

Yuta sighed in relief. "Yeah. I knew it was dumb," he laughed, "no more mixing sake and soju, at least not after 11."

You clinked coffee cups, glad that mess was over.

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It was a couple weeks later, after another long night of drinking. You sat up on the couch only to find no Yuta on the floor once again. You didn't have to look this time, though. Yuta was perched on the edge of the coffee table, smiling devilishly and waiting for you with a fresh beer. He pressed the bottle into your hands, waiting for you to take a swig. You downed a good gulp of beer, feeling your headache soften a little.

"Alright," you said, "what're you up to?"

"It happened again."

"What happened again?"

"The sleep-talking. The sleep-moaning. The Daddy bit. Just tell me you're madly lusting after me and get it over with." Yuta practically inhaled his own morning beer in glee. He loved giving you grief, but you weren't having it today.

"Oh my god, Yuta, it's nothing. I'm probably just horny lately and you're around. I'm sorry you were caught in the crossfire."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive. Can we please get breakfast now?"

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You couldn't work. You couldn't concentrate. You'd been staring at the same sentence on your computer screen for five minutes now. What were the facts here? First, Yuta claimed you've moaned for him in your sleep on two occasions now. Second, Yuta claimed you called him Daddy both times. Third, Yuta is one of your best and closest friends. Fourth, Yuta is beautiful but he and everyone on the planet knows that. Fifth, you first became friends when you both realized you didn't want to settle down with steady partners yet. Did you have feelings for Yuta? Possibly, but you'd been friends for so long now that you didn't want to consider drawing whole new boundaries. Did you have a daddy kink? That was a tough one. You always secretly liked the idea, but never allowed yourself to explore it. You never even told Yuta about, it was so secret, and you told him everything. Should you take a break from hanging out with Yuta? God, no. The whole situation would shake itself out eventually, one way or another.

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You came into consciousness much earlier than usual. The apartment was still dark. You wondered what woke you when suddenly you realized how you fell asleep earlier that night. You had been resting on Yuta's shoulder while binging Netflix, but felt your head get heavy and slide onto his lap as you fell asleep. You tried to roll over but found it difficult. You inspected, careful not to wake Yuta. His hand had a gentle but firm grasp on your breast. You snaked your fingers around his, trying to subtly pry him off of you, when he suddenly clenched. You let out a gasp as you felt Yuta's other arm wrap around you to help pull you up, clutching your back to his chest. His hand still hadn't left your breast. His lips brushed against your ear, making you shiver.

"Shh, it's okay," Yuta whispered, "Daddy's here." He snickered to himself, his proximity in this moment giving you goosebumps.

You thrashed, ready to beat the hell out of Yuta for taking this too far. However, you couldn't deny the stir his whisper caused between your legs.

"You know, once can be a mistake. Twice can be a fluke. But a third time? Now I have a hard time believing you. You're already hardly as innocent as you look."

A third time? You must have done it again. You thrashed once more, this time tumbling forward and off of the couch. You landed on the floor with a thud, the room spinning a little. You glared at him. "You done?"

Yuta smiled and shook his head, getting down on the floor with you. You leaned back and away, but he followed you, crawling up between your spread knees. He hovered over you, his hands at either sides of your shoulders.

"We've been doing our best to ignore this for a long time."

"Yuta, shut up."

"You're the best friend I've ever had. You know I'm only doing this because I care and I know you can handle it."

"Yuta, I mean it."

"I know you do. And I know you only mean it because this is what you always do. You'd rather deny and bottle up everything instead of confronting anything. So stop being a pussy and confront this with me."

You grit your teeth, seriously considering kicking Yuta out. However, being caged in by Yuta on the floor in this situation felt different. It was different from those times you wrestled or played around. You actually felt sort of small here. You actually felt sort of safe here. What the hell was going on?

Yuta pet your hair, a comfort gesture he knew you liked. "Be honest with yourself, and with me. Was it an innocent sex dream you had about me just because I'm around? Or do you still find me attractive?"

You bit your lip. "I never stopped finding you attractive. Just like you never stopped. We both know that."

"Right. But don't play dumb. Are you still sexually attracted to me?"

With horror, you realized part of what felt so eerie now. You hadn't been drinking. Neither of you had. You had a couple beers over pizza at the beginning of the night, but just spent the rest of your time enjoying each other's company. You were both stone cold sober in this moment. Everything mattered more than usual. Perfect time as any to be honest, you figured.

"... Yes," you whispered. Yuta looked intently into your eyes.

"Good," he said, "same here."

You felt yourself blush. You noticed that his own cheeks were flushed as well.

"Now for the heavier subject," Yuta began, "do you have a daddy thing?"

There was a heavy silence between you. Yuta pet your hair again, but this time, he leaned down as well. He kissed your forehead. "It's okay to tell me," he whispered, "I just want to be there for you." He brought his chin down to look at you again. The air between your lips seemed tense. Tentatively, you leaned up, placing your lips on his in a cautious kiss. It'd been a while since you last tried this. You noticed how much more sincere it felt this time, years of friendship backing up the gesture. Yuta reluctantly pulled away, kissing your forehead again. "Don't try to get out of this," he said, "just be honest. Do you have a daddy thing?"

You nodded, feeling almost hollow from how heavy your lungs felt. "I think so," you breathed. You felt so exposed, but at least Yuta was here to comfort you. He finally relinquished his stance, rolling off of you to lay by your side on the floor. He pulled you close.

"There. You did great. Are you okay?"

You nodded, your mind awash. What now?

Now, you decided, you wanted to show Yuta what a can of worms this was.

Yuta was still stroking your hair. "Is there anything you want to do now? I want to make sure you're alright."

You swung a leg over his hips and pulled yourself upright, pinning him under you. "I want you to help me figure this out," you said. Yuta's eyes widened. It was his turn to try escaping. He kicked, trying to slide out from under you.

"Uh, excuse me?" He wriggled, but couldn't buck you off. You'd wrestled too often, so you knew all his tricks. You also knew that before too long, he wouldn't be able to resist any challenge. He was too competitive, even when the stakes were low or he had nothing to win. You couldn't help but notice that despite the stress showing on his face, his hands still rested on your thighs.

"What's wrong Yuta, commitment issues again? Since you fought so hard to get me to admit it," you said cooly, bucking him down when he struggled, "I'd like to explore this with someone I trust. If you're comfortable, of course."

Yuta stopped struggling, resting his head back on the floor. He looked down his nose at you, smiling playfully as he tried to fight off the awkwardness in the air. "You want me to be your daddy?" You nodded. He closed his eyes, thinking. He lightly thunked his head on the floor beneath him, clearly conflicted.

"Obvious question: what if it kills our friendship?"

"I think we've been through worse." You weren't lying. You'd been through a lot together.

"Is this a one-time thing?"

"As of right now, I intend it to be."

"Another obvious question: what if we catch feelings?"

You paused. That would kill the friendship. "Well," you said, "if that happens then we'll deal with it. We'll take the next logical step, in whatever direction that happens to be, but I don't honestly think I'll feel comfortable enough with anyone to explore this for a very long time. I mean, that shouldn't discourage you. You're smart. I want you to make the decision you're comfortable with."

Yuta lightly massaged your thighs and gently pushed you off. He got up. You held your breath, waiting for him to just leave so you can think about this. But he didn't. Yuta leaned down, pulled you to your feet, and scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. "Come on," he said, "Daddy would rather take you to bed."

Yuta carried you down the hall into your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. You giggled.

"Alright. Let's figure this out. Is it a Daddy&Little thing, do you think?"

You thought about it. "No," you said, "I think I just want to feel cute and cared for a submissive for once. These guys I'm with kind of just crumble under me. I don't know what it is, I guess I just attract them."

Yuta stroked his chin. "Uh huh," he smiled, "I can work with that." He sat on the bed beside you and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. He ran his hands up underneath the back of your hoodie, underneath your thin tank top underneath. He lightly massaged the skin there. It was still hard to believe this was happening. "Now," he warned, "this only works if it feels natural. You know I've experimented plenty before in the past. It won't feel good if it doesn't feel right, or so wrong it's right."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean it's a good thing you told me what kind of Daddy you want. Now don't say it until you mean it. Ready?"

You paused. This was the last chance to turn back. You nodded, knowing you've possibly been waiting for this since you met. Yuta pulled your hoodie off and threw it aside. He gently pushed you off and stood you up in front of him, facing away from him. He slid off your comfy leggings, toying with the lacy underwear you had on underneath. He placed the softest kiss to your hip, sending a shiver up your spine. Yuta spun you back around and stood up to face you. He slipped off your tank top, gently running his hands down over your breasts, back and around to your ass where he slid down your panties. He lifted your chin and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. How long had it been since someone had been this sweet and attentive to you?

Yuta lifted you up, wrapping your bare legs around him so he could spin you both around and lay you on the bed. He lay down beside you. "Alright, babygirl, I want you to undress me," he murmured against your lips, "play nice and I'll be nice, too." You stripped him of his pullover and t-shirt, admiring his toned arms and fighting your urge to play with his nipples, one of his weaknesses that he had once confided in you. He noticed your prolonged glance and lingering hand on his chest. He was taunting you. You were such a sucker and he knew it, he knew you'd take the bait. You'd always been so curious. Before he could stop you, you leaned forward and softly kissed the raised skin, gently nipping him in the process. You already weren't expecting the full groan that escaped his lips, but you definitely weren't expecting the instant grip he had on your hair. He was so fast manhandling you that you were stunned when you were suddenly bent over the edge of the bed, your torso dangling over and your arms barely holding you up, keeping you from tumbling off. You heard Yuta unbuckle his belt and slide it out from his belt loops. As you tried to push yourself up to a more comfortable or even just stable position, Yuta pushed down on the small of your back and pinned you in place.

"I warned you about playing nice, babygirl." Yuta looped the belt in his fist, laughing to himself as he playfully cracked it against the bed. Your arms trembled as you tried to stay upright. "Since you couldn't, I'm not going to either until you give me a good apology. Now hold yourself up and hold still, and this will all be over soon. Color?"

In all of the stimulus you had to remind yourself that Yuta mentioned using a traffic light system in rougher situations. Since you had never really dealt with anyone on your level before, you'd always just checked in with your subbier dates with how they were feeling on a scale of one to ten. You checked in with yourself. Were you ready?

"Green," you croaked out, the blood rushing to your head.

Yuta cracked the belt on your bare ass, groaning himself at the sound and the cute jiggle it made on your skin.

"I'm sorry I didn't play nice," you moaned. It'd actually been a while since you'd been spanked, and certainly not by anyone who made it feel good. Yuta spanked you again, making your elbows start to give out. His hand on your lower back applied more pressure, almost threateningly. You apologized again, and he eased off. You straightened out once more, actually feeling that you wanted to be good enough for him to stop. The spanking continued, your whimpers turning into strained moans as you repeatedly apologized. You felt like you wanted to be good, like you wanted to please Yuta. Finally, the spanking was too much. You felt the welts raising on your ass, something you always wanted but couldn't get from the right person. You were finally done. "Okay, okay, please stop," you moaned.

"What did you say? It didn't sound like an apology." Yuta punctuated his question with another spank, his hardest yet.

"I said I'm sorry for not playing nice," you squeaked out, and Yuta went for it once more. "Daddy!" You were shocked it actually came out. It felt natural, it felt right. You wanted more. Yuta must've also enjoyed it, as he finally picked you up and laid you back on the bed.

"There, babygirl, was that so hard?" He placed kissed your lips, your chin, your neck. He kissed all over your chest and made sure you calmed. You clutched at him, sensation returning to your hands.

"Daddy," you whined, "I need to feel you in me."

Yuta smiled, revelling in this. He finally got to see what you looked like as more submissive, seeing as you were almost too much for him to handle in your friendship. "Alright, but I need to see if you're wet, first." His fingers trailed along your hip bone, teasing you into begging him to feel how wet you'd gotten for him. His eyes widened as his fingertips brushed against your entrance. He brought the dripping digits to your lips.

"See, baby? You see how wet you got when you let me be your Daddy?" He whispered against your ear, tracing his wet fingers against your lips. You hungrily licked at them, tasting yourself as you quietly and impatiently willed Yuta to take mercy on you and finally fuck you. However, Yuta had been waiting for this. He wanted to know he missed out on all this time. His fingers dipped back down, but this time didn't stop at your entrance. "You're playing so nice, baby. Do you know what you have to do to get this cock?" Yuta whispered, his lips now at your neck.

"What, Daddy? Please, I'll do anything."

His fingers slid all the way into your warm pussy. "You'll have to let me have some more fun first. When I'm done playing, then you can get this cock." Yuta smirked, pumping and scissoring his long fingers into you. The worst part about this close friendship you've had was that Yuta was privy to every single thing you've wished would've happened on any date you've had in the past. He knew everything you wanted by now. Yuta thrust into you, his thumb gently circling your clit just how you liked. You struggled to keep your legs spread, the pleasure was mounting so fast. You grabbed at Yuta, anywhere you could, begging him to go faster. He gripped both your wrists in his free hand, pinning them over your head. "Use your words, baby," he hissed in your ear.

"Yuta, Daddy, if you keep this up I'm going to cum so hard," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want, baby?"

"I need you to make me cum, Daddy." You were so surprised at the words coming out of your mouth. Yuta was completely unraveling you, taking care of you and leading you like you'd always wanted someone to. He listened intently to the sounds you were making, getting you closer and closer to orgasm before he'd slow down, making you whine and moan. You struggled in his grip, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers when he wouldn't stop edging you. "Daddy," you moaned loudly, "please do something, I need to cum."

Yuta looked so excited. "Alright babygirl," he said cooly, "I think you've been good enough to cum." He pulled his fingers out, causing you to thrash in his grip, needing to feel full again. Yuta used his slick fingers to stroke his cock before he spread your knees wide. He released your wrists to grab a pillow from the head of your bed. He lifted your ass, sliding the pillow underneath to lift your hips for him. You remembered him telling you about this but never got the chance to try before now. He leaned forward, catching your lips in a kiss as he gently but firmly pushed into you. You whimpered into the kiss, still feeling so stimulated that his slow pace was torture. Your warm walls throbbed around him, making him moan against you. He was an oddly satisfying fit inside you. His hard cock filled you, curving up ever so slightly to just reach and brush against your spot at this angle. You both shivered, taken out of the moment temporarily as it occurred to both of you just what was happening. You pulled him close, pressing another kiss to his lips, but this one was noticeably less lusting. It was a quick moment in the middle of this chaos, something you both took notice of. He sat back up on his heels and you let him, savoring the stretch it caused when he sat up and angled away from you. His first thrust was agonizingly slow, and this thumb found your clit once more. You definitely wouldn't last long if he kept this up.

He did just that. Yuta groaned at the feel of you, pumping into you steadily, his thumb keeping a swift pace at your clit as you whined and whimpered beneath him. When you got too grabby with him, Yuta found his belt again and wrapped your wrists together, laughing as he bound them to your neck. Soon, you were babbling, moaning, "Daddy, more," and, "Daddy, faster," and he would toy with you, occasionally listening and occasionally not. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You were going to cum no matter what he did. Your thighs tightened around his hips, and he could feel your walls trembling tighter around him.

"Come on babygirl, you're doing so well, cum on Daddy's cock." His moaned command sent you right into your climax, tears brimming in your eyes from the force of your orgasm. You saw stars, nearly screaming as your warm walls pulsed around him. Yuta grabbed you by your bound wrists, pulling you up for another kiss as he twisted you both around. He adjusted to sit comfortably on the edge of the bed, your trembling legs and pussy still wrapped around him. You slumped your head forward onto his shoulder, turning your chin to press a kiss to his neck. "Thank you," you breathed. Yuta's hand was in your hair, stroking you softly before playfully grabbing a handful. "'Thank you?' I'm not done yet, baby. Color?" Yuta smirked and lightly bit into your shoulder as he thrust up into you, making you nearly scream from your overstimulation. You barely murmured out, "Green," when he thrust up into you, bouncing you on his cock as he nuzzled your cheek, your neck, your breasts. Everything was too much for you, but you still knew you'd kill to have this again. You loved this feeling, loved feeling like Yuta could have all of you whenever he wanted. Yuta's hands gripped you roughly, the sweat on his forehead and the flush in his cheeks and chest telling you his orgasm was fast approaching. "Baby," Yuta moaned against your neck, "be a good girl and let Daddy cum on you." Your pussy twinged at his words, threatening to cum again if it weren't so exhausted. Yuta slipped you off of his cock and gently set you on your knees in front of him. He gently stroked your hair, praising his good girl as he pumped into your hot mouth a few times to get him there. He pulled out, quickly jerking his cock and groaning loudly as he shot, thick ropes of cum landing in your mouth, spurting on your face and neck. You both sat back, exhausted and pleased for a moment. You felt dazed, a million miles away. Yuta ran to fetch a damp towel from the bathroom and a couple beers from the kitchen before returning. He unbuckled your improvised restraints, kissing the red marks they left on your wrists and neck before he gently cleaned his cum off of you. He checked the welts on your ass and thighs before pulling you up into his arms, pulling you into bed with him, your nose buried in the crook of his neck. "Are you alright?" He asked, his lips brushing your forehead.

You nodded, "More than alright."

"So, you'll help me sort out my own kinks I haven't tried, right?"

You kicked him, making the both of you give an exhausted laugh, "If you open my beer first, I'll consider it.”

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misterbrianmay · 5 years

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Brian May - 21 Firsts

Warnings/possible triggers: smut, mentions/descriptions of past sexual abuse, periods/blood, vomiting, pregnancy/children

A/N: 12.4k words | I know this is long but please bare with me! These are 21 first times you experience with the wholesome angel that is Brian May, starting with the time the two of you first meet. Any kind of feedback is much appreciated - enjoy!

1. First meeting

You first met Brian in 1967, back when he was still studying mathematics and physics at Imperial College and before Smile was even formed. At the time you were studying veterinary medicine at another college, which is actually how the two of you met.

You worked as an intern at one of London’s many veterinary practices when he came rushing in one day. Brown curls all over his face, a small hedgehog in his hands.

“Excuse me, Miss?“, he asked, his voice wavering slightly.

“Yes?“, you stepped out from behind the receptionist’s desk and approached him, “How can I help you, Sir?“

“I- I stumbled across this little guy on my way home. He just laid still on the ground, I think one of his legs is broken. I know a hedgehog is not what you’re usually treating here but I…I couldn’t just leave him there on the street.“

“No, of course not“, you assured him, “you did the right thing. Let me take a look at the little guy.“

The hedgehog was well taken care of, and only two weeks later you were able to release it back into the wilderness. Brian had given you his number to call him about any progress. After telling him the good news, which seemed to be genuinely excited about, he invited you out to a pub where he and two mates of his, Roger and Tim, would be hanging out later. He said that he wanted to celebrate you saving “a precious little life“. You agreed immediately.

2. First date

When you entered the pub that night you had no problem spotting Brian immediately, thanks to his tall frame and recognizable hair. You approached him shyly, straightening the dress you had spent almost two hours picking from your clost. His gaze met yours before you could say anything and he gave you a big smile.

“Hello! It’s so nice to see you again! Come on, sit“, he said while he set one of the chairs in place for you before placing himself on the one to your left. He then pointed to a young, blonde man with a cocky smile and another one next to him.

“These are my mates, Roger and Tim.“

The two waved their hands at you, Roger giving you a not-so-subtle smirk.

“So you are the one Brian’s been talking about for the last two weeks. I have to admit, you’re just as pretty as he said.“

Both Brian and you began to stutter furiously and he jumped to his feet.

“Do you want something to drink? I-I’ll get you something“, he stated, not even waiting for your answer.

As soon as he was out of sight Tim leaned over the table, batting his eyelids coyly.

“Sooo…are you just as smitten with our Brian as he is with you?“

By the end of the night you were a little tipsy and had also learned that Brian not only studied a subject you weren’t even able to comprehend in the slightest, but that he also played the guitar, hand built one of those instruments himself at only sixteen and even thought about forming a band with Roger and Tim. Tim had been right, you were smitten with him, he fascinated you more than anyone ever had before. And he seemed to be very interested in you, too. At least judging by the amount of questions he asked. Between the two of you there seemed to be an endless pool of topics to discuss and things to be learned about one another. Sadly a glance at the old clock above the entrance door told you that it was time for you to go home, and you began to excuse yourself from the table.

Being the gentleman he was Brian insisted to walk you home. He even lend you his thick coat, which he placed over your shoulders gently. The two of you continued talking until you were standing right before the front steps leading to your small flat.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Brian“, you started.

“I did, too…“

Neither of you wanted to part yet and the silence was almost unbearable, when he suddenly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Was that alright? Do you…do you want to go out with me again?“, he mumbled.

“Yes! And yes“, you giggled, “I’d love to go out with you again, Brian.“

“Great! Great, that’s really…I really like that. How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up here at 7? We can go have dinner, if you want to. In a real restaurant.“

“That sounds great, Bri“, you affirmed before standing on your tiptoes and kissing his nose, “See you tomorrow, then.“

3. First kiss

Brian had picked you up as promised the next day. And another two times after that. For your fourth date the two of you had decided to have a nice little picnic at a beach a little over one and a half hours away from London. You had everything packed and ready to go when he rang your doorbell, coming up the stairs with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. After you placed them in a vase on your table, next to the two other bouquets he had given to you before, you naturally put your hand in his and together you left for the train station.

Once you arrived at the beach you laid a blanket down and began to get out the snacks you had packed, all vegetarian of course. After eating most of them you laid down onto your back, which Brian took as an invitation to subtly wrap an arm around your shoulders. By now your heart was hammering against your chest. You were definitely enjoying the affections he gave you, but you also craved more. Every time he had walked you back to your place you had hoped for a kiss, a real one. But you were also too shy to make the first move. Until now, that was.

Gathering all of your courage you leaned up again and turned around to face him. You were now holding yourself up on your hands.

“I…I really want to do something, Brian“, you announced.

Without awaiting his response you bent down to press your lips against his. At first he didn’t react, which almost made you pull away, but then he kissed you back ever-so-slightly. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, which you gladly gave him. Soon the kissing grew more and more heated - until you heard a prominent cough beside you. You pulled apart from each other to discover an elderly couple standing next to you, shaking their heads disapprovingly.

“This is a public beach, you two. There are children around for Christ’s sake! Keep it down, please?“

With that they turned around and left, leaving Brian and you in a fit of giggles while you comprehended what had just happened. God, you hoped that this had been your last first kiss.

4. First time you stay over night

After another two hours at the beach you decided to head back home, both excited and giddy. Instead of Brian walking you home tonight he invited you to his place for a cup of tea. You immediately agreed and were excited to see where he lived.

His place, which he shared with Roger and another man called Freddie, who were both out for the night, was everything you had imagined it to be. His room was full of music equipment, the Red Special he had told you so much about catching your eye immediately; books over books about astrophysics and mathematics; different kinds of drawings, mainly scientific things you couldn’t really grasp; and a weird-looking camera.

While he prepared the tea you made yourself at home on the couch, the distinct smell of him lingering in the air. You felt nervous about what was to come, you really, really liked Brian, but you also didn’t want to rush into anything. Your train of thought was interrupted by a steaming mug being placed in front of you.

“Your flat is lovely, Bri. It’s like…like looking into the depths of your personality. It’s really great“, you started.

“Thanks, that’s a very nice thing to say. Do you know what’s also lovely?“, he grinned sheepishly.

“No, I have no idea“, you teased.

“You, love. You are one great person, you really are.“

You felt a rush of confidence rush over you when you crawled onto his lap, continuing where you had stopped at the beach.

“I like you, Brian. Very much so“, you stated in-between kisses.

“I like you, too“, he smirked.

That night you continued to make out until far after midnight. When you finally realized how late it had gotten he offered you to stay overnight. No dirty thoughts in mind, simply because he didn’t want you to go out again at such an hour. He gave you a shirt of his to sleep in, which covered you down to your legs due to the enormous size-difference, and told you to sleep in his bed. He wanted to spend the night on the couch, but you brushed the suggestion off immediately and made him sleep next to you instead. He had his arms wrapped around you the entire night.

When the two of you emerged from his room the next morning you were greeted with whistles and hollers from his roommates. Explaining to them that nothing had happened proofed to be difficult when you were stumbling over your words, but the slight heckles were definitely worth the night before.

5. First time having sex

Sleeping over at Brian’s became a thing from then on, and you were soon considered the fourth roommate. Freddie and Roger had grown very close to you very quickly, and you spent more and more time with them.

Brian and Roger had founded a band with Tim not too long after your beach date, and Freddie and you would come to every one of their gigs to support them. Tonight was no exception and you found yourself sitting next to Freddie at the bar. He was commenting on the band’s outfits, which he had picked out for them, but you weren’t really listening. Instead your full attention was fixed on Brian. He looked extra-handsome tonight, playing the guitar with so much passion and grace.

Despite all the time you were spending at his place nothing more than some naked kissing the occasional tigh-riding had happened yet. Usually this was due to the other two boys accidentally interrupting or catching you in the act, but you also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was very shy and held-back when it came to sex. You were determined to change that tonight - the urge growing inside of you slowly becoming too strong to ignore.

When the last song was over and the three of them bowed to the cheering audience you rushed backstage to catch Brian. Soon enough he emerged and widened his arms for you to hug him.

“You were so good tonight, Bri“, you beamed, “so sexy.“

His face grew crimson at your last statement.

“Th- Thanks, love“, he spluttered.

“Will you take me home?“, you whispered in his ear, “I’d like to have you for myself a bit.“

“I-I…well, yes. Of course I will. Do you want to go to my place or yours?“

You didn’t have to think long about that question. As much as you loved his flat - privacy was only guaranteed at yours.

“Mine“, you smirked, hoping he would get the hint.

Apparently he did because he grabbed your hand and lend you out of the pub as quickly as possible, after ordering Roger to take his guitar home for him. His mate seemed to know what was going on immediately because he gave you a cheeky grin and thumbs up.

Once you arrived at your place you locked the door before pressing Brian against it, which turned out to be quite difficult with the difference in size. You jumped into his arms and attacked his face with kisses. He responded by lifting you up, hands steady on your waist, and carrying you into the living-room.

“No“, you panted, “bedroom, please.“

He swallowed down a lump in his throat and nodded. When he sat you down onto your bed you took his face in your hands.

“Brian I…I want to sleep with you.“

Silence hung in the air like a thick blanket after your confession and you grew increasingly worried.

“Say something Brian, please. I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you don’t want to that’s alright, honestly. I ju-“

“No“, he let out a little huff of air, “no, I definitely want to. You just surprised me, that’s all.“

“Good, good. I was just unsure because…well you never insinuated anything, and I wasn’t even sure if you even want to…do it with me.“

“Listen, listen“, he reassured, “I want to sleep with you more than anything else. I just didn’t want you to think that I was using you, or that I was only interested in your body. You have the most extraordinary mind, love. And I like you for that first, everything else is secondary to me. I want to know that.“

“I do, Brian“, you whispered with teary eyes, “now make love to me, Mister May.“

He was sweet from start to finish. He took his time undressing you, worshipping every part of your body he could reach. His long, slender fingers worked your most sensitive spots expertly and by the time he finally entered you he had already brought you to orgasm twice, with them and with his tongue. Your fingers were clutched in his locks when his length entered you fully and after a bit of adjusting you were able to move your hips in a steady pace. He pounded into you with all he had, holding your gaze the entire time, hoping to convey all of his feelings non-verbally as well. You could tell once he was close from the way his thrusts began to grow erratic and uncoordinated. Being the considerate man he was he brought his lips close to your ear, whispering:

“Love, I am close, will, will you - fuck - will you come with me?“

“Yes, god yes, Brian“, you exclaimed, being even more turned on by just having heard him swear.

You both reached your highs together, shouting each others names and clawing at each other’s bodies.

“I- I“, he started.

“I know, Bri“, you laughed, clearly on a post-orgasmic high, “me, too.“

6. First time you realize you’re in love

Looking back you weren’t sure if it was that night you realized you were in fact in love with Brian. How he had looked you deep in the eyes, how he had given you pleasure like no one else before…

Perhaps it had even been before that, when you had felt the energy radiating off of him from the stage.

Anyhow, when you woke up the next day, still embraced in his arms, consumed by his warmth and clouded in his wonderful unique smell, it was like the scales fell from your eyes. Sometime in the last few months you had fallen in love with Brian May. Astrophysicist and lead-guitarist of Smile. Hedgehog-fan and photography-enthusiast. He made you feel save and secure with as little as a kiss to your forehead. You didn’t know how or when yet, not wanting to ruin such an important thing by planning it out poorly, but you knew you were going to tell him. Soon.

7. First time they realize they’re in love

Love was a strong word and Brian had not felt it often in his life. The love for his family and friends, for music and his other passions, sure. But nothing like the wave of emotion that had surged through him upon first entering the veterinarian practice you were working in. Never before had he seen such a beautiful person who cared for an animal - even a hedgehog - so deeply. You hadn’t laughed at him when he had approached you with the small creature, seeing the focus in your eyes, the determination to save the small thing, had released the butterflies in his stomach. He later admitted that he had given not only given you his number to be informed about the hedgehog’s wellbeing but mainly to keep in touch with you. When you had agreed to go to a pub with him he had apparently made jumps of joy. Going on more dates with you, kissing you, having you around in the flat and sleeping with you were milestones that only cemented his affections for you. For many people love at first sight was impossible - for Brian it was reality since the day he had first seen you. But despite how sure he was of his feelings…he just couldn’t gather the courage to tell you…yet.

8. First time saying ‘I love you’ and 9. First time defending each other

The two of you had been dancing around your feelings for quite some time now, both wanting more from the relationship while being afraid to ruin what you currently had.

Until one day, when you accompanied the band to one of their concerts again. This time without Freddie, since he was deep into designing some sort of coat. You were standing in front of the stage, shooting loving glances in Brian’s direction and rocking out to one of your favorite songs. It was all great fun until you felt a hand creeping up your backside. You spun around to face whoever it belonged to, which turned out to be a middle-aged tall man with drowsy eyes and breath that reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. He winked at you in a way that made your stomach curl up. When you turned around again, hoping that ignoring him would make him lose interest, he instead touched you again.

“C’mon“, he slurred, “don’ act like you don’ wan’t it. Such a cutie…all by yourself.“

“Listen up, Mister“, you grunted annoyed, “I am not your cutie and I am not by myself. I am not interested, got it? Now leave me alone!“

His eyes darkened dangerously and he stepped even closer to you.

“Now who do you think you are, little whore? Don’ you dare talk to me like that ever again, or else I’ll fucking-“, he was interrupted by the music suddenly stopping. Sounds of confusion filled the room when nothing but Brian’s voice sounded through the speaker.

“Hey, asshole. You get away from that lady right now, security will gladly help you with that“, he waved at one of the broad man standing in front of the entrance, who immediately came up to escort him out roughly. Brian then took off his guitar before leaning towards the mic one more time.

“The show will continue in a few moments, everyone. I just have to make sure my girl is alright.“

With that he rushed off the stage and towards you. He wrapped you in his arms tightly, murmuring into your ear.

“Are you alright, love? Did he hurt you?“

“No…no“, you croaked, “he just scared me, I guess. Thanks for…for saving me. Who knows what he might’ve done if you hadn’t intervened…“

“Hey, don’t think like that. I’m here, I’ll always be here. I…“, he took a deep breath, “I had a whole thing planned out to tell you this, but I just can’t keep it in any longer. I love you. From the bottom of my heart, since the moment I first met you. And seeing that guy all over you was just…sickening. I won’t allow anything to harm you, ever. I promise.“

“Brian May“, you croaked, emotion and tears evident in your voice, “I love you, too.“

He let out a relieved breath and bent down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. At this point the audience was cooing and clapping around you, some even screaming in excitement. Your heart did felt like it was going to explode, your pulse racing at a million miles an hour. This was definitely one of the best nights of your life.

10. First time talking about a relationship

After that night becoming an official couple felt just natural. As soon as the concert was over Brian had rushed you home, not letting his hands leave you for even a millisecond. Once you had arrived he sat you down on his lap and told you that he wanted to spend his life with you, that he wanted to be able to tell people you belonged to him. You had agreed, of course, and become his girlfriend in the early morning hours.

Being able to tell your friends and family that you were in a committed relationship now, that it was not just dates and sleeping with each other but that real feelings were involved, made you the happiest girl in the world. You couldn’t wait for what the future had in stock for the both of you.

11. First time they take care of you

You didn’t like to admit when you were in need of help, you never wanted to seem whiny or weak. But soon after you became Brian’s girlfriend you couldn’t hide being in pain any longer.

Before the relationship you had always managed to stay alone in your flat during that time of the month. Your period had always been a struggle for you, especially the first three days. They were usually filled with cramps, aches all over your body and heavy nausea, and the only thing you could do to get some kind of relief was a hot water bottle, herbal teas and trying to sleep the pain away.

This time around you had somehow not payed enough attention to your cycle because when you woke up next to your boyfriend that morning, luckily in your own bed but still not as alone as you wished to be, you were awoken by a flash of pain cursing through your lower half. You involuntarily let out a deep groan and tried to turn around, only to be greeted by the clammy feeling of wetness all over your thighs. Brian sleepily opened his eyes to face you, clearly awoken by the noise you had made.

“Are you alright, love?“, he murmured.

“Yeah…“, you panted, “don’t worry just go back to-“, you sucked in a sharp breath, “sleep.“

“You don’t sound alright“, he stated and sat up with a bewildered expression.

“No, I’m fine I promise“, you tried to reassure him, but the pain was now clearly evident in your face.

Brian was upright now - and to your horror he tried to pull the blanket off of you.

“You’re clearly not, love. What’s the matter, are you hurt? Let me help, please.“

You sighed in defeat and propped yourself up as far as you could, which wasn’t very far.

“It’s nothing serious, Bri. It’s just“, you hesitated. He was going to be disgusted, he had to be. Your previous boyfriend had been, after all… This wasn’t something a man should have to deal with. This was your business and yours alone. Surely he would bolt right out the door at the sight of the bedsheets you had bloodied thanks to your lack of mindfulness. But on the other had you didn’t really have another way out of this…

“I…I started my period over night. And I am cramping now, a lot. But it’s really not as bad, you don’t have to worry. It happens every months, I’m used to it. Just please…can you just leave the room really quick? So I can“, you gulped, the next part made you want to cry from embarrassment, “change my clothes and…the bedsheets. Because I am very sure I got some…some blood on them.“

At first you couldn’t read his expression. Was ist disgust, anger, aversion…or could it be…worry?

“Why would I do that?“, he asked.

“What? B-because…it’s disgusting. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you or anything, I really just want to get rid of the mess and-“

“Disgusting? What about periods is disgusting, my love? They are only natural, they show that you are healthy and strong. You said that you were in pain, right?“

“Well yes, but it’s not that bad.“

“From the way you groan and wrap your hand around your stomach I beg to differ. Come on“, he got out of the bed and stood next to you, pulling the blanket aside carefully before scooping you up in his arms. Immediately you felt the urge to flee.

“Brian, Brian let me down. I’m making a mess, what are you doing?“, you shrieked, mortified.

“I am going to run you a nice hot bath, love. Growing up my mother had similar symptoms and the only thing that ever really helped her were baths. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s nothing that can’t be cleaned up.“

You were rendered speechless by his kindness and compassion. Never before had someone cared for you in such a private and affectionate manner.

Once in the bathroom he removed the clothes from your body carefully before sitting you down on the edge of the tub and turning on the water. Every now and then he pressed soft kisses to your face while continuously rubbing firm circles on your lower stomach. When the tub was filled with warm water he helped you inside of it and you released an involuntary moan of relieve. Why hadn’t you thought of that before?

While you were bathing he not only changed the sheets and bedding, he also laid down a new set of pajamas and prepared a cup of hot cocoa, which he set down on your bedside table. You willed yourself with not to cry from the sheer cuteness of it all when you re-entered the bedroom.

“Thank you, Bri. How did I deserve you?“, you whispered.

“I ask myself that same question every day, love. No more being embarrassed in front of each other, alright? I’ll always take care of your pain, I promise.“

12. First secret you share with each other and 13. First time they see you cry

A few days after your period had subsided again you were laying on top of Brian on your sofa, snuggling against him while watching some mildly entertaining program on the tv. You could tell that something was going on in his mind by the way he shifted and his mouth as if to start a sentence, just to refrain from doing so ever so often. After some minutes of feeling the tension you gave him a quizzing look.

“What’s going on in that big ol’ head of yours, hm?“, you inquired.

“I…“, he began, clearly unsure how to vocalize his thoughts, “last week, when you were on your period, you said something - and I really don’t want to pressure you with this, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to - you said something along the lines of…being disgusting. And it was like you expected me to walk out and just leave you because of it. And I just wondered if…if you maybe made some experiences in the past to make you think that way“, he lowered his gaze to where he took your hands in his, “and you really don’t owe me an answer. I just…I want to make you as happy as possible. And if there is anything I should know or anything that I should pay extra attention to…I’d just like to be aware of that. I just wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…“

During his speech your heart had sunken in your chest. You never wanted for Brian to find out about the issues in your past relationship. Before him you had only been with one other man, or boy rather, and that hadn’t really ended well…Why the hell did he have to be so attentive anyways?

You let out a deep breath. You already trusted him with all of your being, but this? You had never told anyone about what had happened back then…

“You’re right“, you whispered, tears already prominent in your eyes, “you’re absolutely right, Bri. I…I have never…shit“, you cursed when you felt the first tear running down your cheek. Brian immediately engulfed you in his arms, pressing you even further into his warm chest. Your tears were now dripping onto his bare skin, but he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s alright, love“, he shushed, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. It’s alright, I understand.“

“No, no“, you shook your head, “I want to tell you, Bri. I love you with all my heart and I want to answer all of your questions… it’s just that…I’ve never told anyone before. Not my mom, not my best friends…no-one. And…I’m scared.“

“You don’t have to be, my love. Never with me. I am here for you, I want you to remember that“, he assured.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and closed your eyes. This was going to be easier if you didn’t have to look at anything. Especially not at his shocked reaction which you were sure was to come.

“I will…“, you promised, “and I’ll start at the beginning, I guess…“

He gave you a reassuring nod and started to run his hands over your back in a soothing manner.

“Before you I’ve only been in one other relationship. I met him when I was still in school, year eleven to be exact, and he…he was so different than all the other boys. He was not as childish, very mature for his age actually, made me laugh a lot and used to give me cute little presents ever so often“, you scoffed at your own previous misjudgment, “stupid, I know. But at seventeen I thought that’s what love looked like…I really believed that he loved me, and I was convinced I loved him back. We grew closer and closer…we even made plans for moving in together once we finished school. And we did. As soon as we were accepted into two colleges in London we moved down here from the north. He had a few friends here already but I…I didn’t know anyone. Not a single person beside him and the occasional conversation with fellow students or co-workers. I guess that’s what started his…his change. When he noticed how much I relied on him he…“, you had to stop for a moment. All the emotions you had suppressed so hard for so long now came rushing back all at once.

Brian noticed your hesitation and he kissed the top of your head sweetly. You felt how his heart began to beat faster just like yours did.

“…he began to treat me…differently. At first it started out quite harmless. He started coming home late and drunk, which usually involved slurring things at me as well. How I always looked like I hadn’t even made and effort or how my cooking was so bad he wished he could just throw it all up again. I blamed it all on the alcohol and did my best to not think about it too much…but then he started telling me those things when he was sober as well. He made rude remarks and comments all the time - mostly about my appearance and…and how I was awful in bed. How I was a liability and not even worth the money he had spent on me. I just shrugged it off, what else was I supposed to do? I had adapted to it quite soon, I was able to live with the constant indignities…until he…“, you stopped. You just had to. Singular tears had turned into a constant stream by now and sobs continued to wreck through your body.

“Love“, Brian interjected, “love it’s alright. You’re here now, you’re here with me.“

By now his voice had become thick with unshed tears as well.

“He started to..touch me, Brian. When I didn’t want to. And if I told him to stop, he’d just…He was so soft in the beginning…so considerate and nice. And then…he suddenly didn’t care about me at all. He used my body whenever he wanted to. God“, you croaked out, “I woke up hurting almost every day… and the period thing…he used to be so disgusted by me. Those few days were the only ones I was safe from him…physically at least. I endured all that for about half a year…when I entered my second semester of studying he went on a vacation with a few of his friends. He didn’t want me to come with him, said I’d only be a killjoy, and left me behind. I packed all of my things as soon as he was out of the door and rented the cheapest apartment I could find. I didn’t even leave him a note - just got up and left. God, I was so scared he’d find me. I even transferred to another university. That was a year before I met you, Brian. When I got the paid internship at the veterinary practice I was finally able to afford a better place and when you came in…my life turned for the better again.“

Your sobs had subsided by now, but you still couldn’t see through the wetness in your eyes.

“I…I don’t know what to say, my love“, your boyfriend admitted, emotion deeply evident in his voice, “I just want you to know that I will never treat you with anything other than the deepest care, respect and love. I want to have your consent, always. I cannot imagine what you’ve been through you…God, you’re so strong. You are the strongest person I know and I love you!“

He lifted your chin up gently and kissed you, conveying all of his emotions through the soft touches The stains of your tears had wetted his cheeks and your heart slowly began to find its normal rhythm again.

“And“, he added, his voice now dark and fierce, “if I should ever see this guy, this scumbag who made you feel inferior, who dared to touch you without your consent, who…who fucking raped you“, you winced at his choice of his words. He was right, of course, but admitting that to yourself hurt almost as bad as the action itself, “I’ll fucking kill him. I swear.“

“Bri…“, you were at a loss for words.

“But even if I don’t - you’ll never have to be afraid again. And I am so thankful that you trust me enough to share this with me. I love you, and I will continue to do so until the day I die. I promise.“

14. First time meeting the family

You had spent the night at his place, as you did most of the time now. As soon as you woke up, feeling a pleasant kind of soreness all over your body, chest and neck full of hickeys and your hair ruffled, you decided to take a shower. Brian was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all four of you, Roger and Freddie sat on the couch and bickered about some insignia Freddie had drawn up for Queen, the band that had been formed a few weeks ago, after Tim had suddenly quit. You had only heard Freddie sing once or twice before but you were sure he was going to be the perfect frontman. Brian seemed to be enthusiastic about the whole idea as well, which only furthered your belief that they boys had made the right choice.

You didn’t even stop by the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, you were too focused on your mission to get rid of the smell of…well, sex, that lingered all over your body.

Once in the shower the warm water relaxed your muscles and made you feel completely at ease. Humming to yourself you soon forgot about the time and the three men who were waiting for you in the living room…

When you finally emerged again, one towel wrapped around your hair like a turban and one covering you body from just below your collarbone to your mid-upper thigh, you headed straight to the kitchen. The hunger had taken over you and you hoped to grab a bite before getting dressed for the full meal. As soon as you entered the kitchen, however, you stopped dead in your tracks.

There at the table sat Brian, Freddie, Roger…and a couple you had never seen before in your life. Judging by the woman’s hair and the man’s facial structure a terrifying suspicion crept up inside of you. They were Brian’s parents. And now they were turning their heads in your direction, mouths opening slightly at the sight of your half-naked, hickey covered and still wet form.

The singer and drummer did everything they could to keep from breaking out in fits of laughter, your boyfriend blushed a deep shade of red before starting to grin slightly.

“So“, the older man cleared his throat, “who might that be?“

“Mom, Dad“, Brian giggled, “this is my wonderful girlfriend. Love, these are my parents, Harold and Ruth.“

You were completely mortified and didn’t know whether to step into the room fully and act casual or flee the scene. The decision was made for you when Ruth stood up from her chair and offered you her outstretched hand.

“Well hello, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. For the past months Brian has never talked about anything other than you or the band, now we finally have a face to match all the stories. If my son can be believed you are one hell of a woman“, she smirked.

You were blushing furiously by now.

“U- uhm…thank you, M- Mrs Ma-“

“Please, call me Ruth“, she interjected.

“Well, thank you Ruth. It’s good to finally meet you, too. I- I am so sorry for my…my…lack of…“

“Brian“, his father interrupted, his voice low and somehow un-assessable, “your girlfriend is dressed a little…unfitting…for this occasion, isn’t she?“

“Yes sir“, you bolted out of your trance, “yes, you are completely right. I’ll go change immediately!“

With that you turned around on the spot and rushed towards the bedroom door, the last thing you heard was Mr May saying: “And what in the Lord’s name happened to her neck, son?“, to which Freddie and Roger responded with ringing laughter.

You put on a blouse with the highest turtleneck you could find - luckily most of your clothes were at Brian’s place by now -, dried your hair as best as you could and put a little bit of make-up on before re-emerging into the kitchen. By now everyone’s plates had been filled and they were all waiting for you to join. You sat down on the small bench next to Brian, opposite of Ruth and Harold. The embarrassment still cursed through every fibre of your body, but you did your best in acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

It turned out that Brian had forgotten that his parent’s were going to visit, his mind too preoccupied by the changes in the band.

While you were getting along swiftly with Ruth, who you fell into conversation with easily and who struck you as a very friendly and lovable character, Brian’s father, who insisted on being called ‘Mr May’ and refused to address you by your first name, turned out to be everything but happy with his son’s choice of living. He gave off some kind of coldness you couldn’t quite grasp, and when the two of them left to head back to Middlesex in the early afternoon you couldn’t help but let out a relieved breath. Freddie and Roger went out as well, apparently to listen to someone who had applied to play bass for their new band. As soon as the door closed behind them Brian was all over you, peppering light kisses to your skin.

“I“, kiss, “am so“, kiss, “sorry“, two kisses, “that you had to meet them this way“, one big kiss to the top of your head, which he reached without a problem.

“It’s alright“, you sighed, “you didn’t forget it on purpose…and your mum’s a real sweetheart. You dad on the other hand…“

“I know, love. I’m sorry he acted so cold towards you. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately, he wasn’t always like this…“

“Maybe it’s just all the change that’s happening. His only child has moved, joined a band and lives together with two…well…maniacs now. All of that could be a bit too much for him.“

“I hope you’re right“, he whispered, “now…what do we say we make up for the lost time and pick up where we left last night?“

“I say that’s a bloody brilliant idea, Bri“, you giggled and grabbed his hand to lead him towards the bedroom.

15. First time you move in together

Shortly after that morning Queen found their new bass player, a lovely young man named John Deacon who, as quiet and shy he appeared to be at first glance, charmed you with his wit and humor immediately. He also played brilliantly and took care of the band’s finances, which started to grow steadily.

By 1972 you had completed your studies, worked as a fully certified veterinary surgeon in a London practice and were Brian’s partner of five years. Queen were recording their debut album and had signed with a record company. You were incredibly proud of Brian, and with the money from his gigs and your steady income the two of you were now able to move into a flat of your own. You had found one relatively easily, it wasn’t too far from where the two boys still lived and very spacious. It had enough room for all of Brian’s guitars and equipment and even included a guest bedroom.

On the day you were moving neither you nor your boyfriend could stop grinning, and when the last box had made it to the third floor you fell onto your queen-sized mattress exhaustedly. No more than five seconds later Brian plopped down next to you.

“Are you happy, love?“, he asked.

What a ridiculous question, of course you were happy. Instead of answering you just turned over to look at him and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. Apart from the mattress and some kitchen-supplies the flat was still completely unfurnished, but that didn’t stop you from what you were planning on doing. Despite being somewhat tired you hoisted yourself up and straddled Brian’s waist, supporting yourself on your knees.

“Very much so, handsome. In fact…why don’t I show you how happy I am?“

You moved down slowly and opened his trousers as you went along, pulling them down together with his underpants.

“Love“, he choked, “you do- don’t have to do this…we could- aaah“

You made him shut up by wrapping your hand around his member, which stiffened immediately. Once his trousers were fully discarded onto you also bent down to kiss the tip and lick a soft stripe from the head to the base.

“Well, if you say so…I guess I’ll stop…“, you teased. He reacted by gripping your wrist lightly and shooting you a pleading look.

“Please don’t tease, love.“

If keeping on pleasuring him hadn’t been your intention from the beginning it definitely was now - Brian’s beautiful hazel orbs gave you a very convincing puppy-eyed look.

“You’re lucky you’re so sweet“, you grinned one last time before bopping your head down, swallowing all of him at once. He involuntarily jerked up his hips, making you gag slightly.

“Oh God, sorry love, I’m so sorry, are you alright, are you-“, he rambled, but was immediately silenced by you continuing with your mission.

You bobbed your head up and down, sucking and licking alike. One of your hands was placed on you lover’s hip, the other caressed his balls. His hands were buried in your hair and he created a gentle rhythm for the both of you. Every now and then you pulled off of him completely to jerk him off with the hand that had previously been on his hips and to press hickeys and love-bites on his hips, v-line and thighs. You began kissing the tip of his penis and gave soft kitten-licks, which made him mewl and groan under you. His musky scent filled your nose once he was down your throat fully again. Pre-come started leaving his member and you knew he was close. The tight heat engulfing him became too much to hold back any longer and he tugged at your hair.

“Love, my love…I- I’m gonna come- I“

You swallowed him down impossibly deeper and gave a sharp tug to his balls. He came with a strangled cry, long ropes of semen shooting into your mouth. Instead of pulling off of him you relaxed your muscles and swallowed down every drop he had to offer.

Once he came down from his high he looked at you with awe and pulled you up for a deep kiss, undoubtedly tasting himself on your tongue.

“Did…did you?“

“All of it“, you smiled, knowing fully well how much that turned him on.

“God, you’re incredible…and now I get to spend every day with you by my side“, he mused before grabbing your hips and turning you onto your back, “now, let me make it up to you.“

Needless to say you slept incredibly well that first night in your new flat…

16. First vacation you go on together

That same year, as soon as the boys had finished recording for Queen, Brian decided that it was time for the two of you to go on your first real vacation. You had taken trips before but they had never been longer than three days and always within the UK. Now, since you had both saved up for a little while already, he had booked two Concorde tickets for a flight to Paris, France. You had always wanted to go there and now the time had finally come. Brian and you would be together for ten days - completely cut off from all the turmoil and excitement of the past months.

The flight was shorter than you’d anticipated - you had never flown before - and you were looking out of the window the entire time, gently rubbing your boyfriend’s hand with yours.

The hotel was nothing too extravagant but very cute nonetheless. The rooms included an en-suite bathroom, a queen-sized bed and a small balcony.

Once you had stashed your bags you went off to explore the city. You ended up in a small restaurant and sat outside near the sidewalk, holding hands over the wine you shared and your freshly ordered meals, just gazing across the busy street and taking it all in. When you were done Brian insisted on paying the bill by himself and you took off to your hotel once again. Neither of you wanted to go to bed just yet, so you decided to go outside on the balcony for a little while. You were leaning on the railing, standing as close to another as humanly possible. Since the balcony was on the highest floor you were able to enjoy an unimpeded view onto the Eiffel tower, which was beautifully lit and basked in a soft glow.

After some minutes of enjoying the comfortable silence he took a deep breath and turned towards you, gripping your arms gently. You furrowed your brows at the sudden change shot him a confused look.

“My love, I have known you for five years now. I fell in love with you the moment I first laid eyes on you…but you already know that“, he chuckled nervously.

A warm feeling began to spread through your stomach at his loving words. But…where was he going with this?

“When you agreed to be my girlfriend I thought I couldn’t be any happier, but I was wrong. Because every morning I get to wake up next to you I am happier than I was when I went to sleep. Every single day I get to spend with you is a day filled with perfection and excitement. I still get flutters in my stomach when I kiss you, I still melt when you look into my eyes…all“, he took a deep breath, “all the songs I’ve ever written are about you. I…I keep drawings I did of you in my nightstand, I drew them years ago but never wanted to scare you off by just casually bringing that up. Kissing you, touching you, feeling you all over - those are privileges that mean more to me than anything else. I trust you with my life, my love. And I’d give up anything if it would guarantee your happiness. I’d give my life for you - and I mean that. I want you to feel safe and secure, always. And I want to be with you until the day I die. Being able to call you my girlfriend is an honor, but love“, he sank down onto one knee and pulled out a little red velvet box. All you were able to do was gasp, your mouth agape in shock. Butterflies had started to erupt at the beginning of his speech and the sensation was only growing stronger now. Tears filled your eyes while you were buzzing with anticipation, was this going to be…

“Being able to call you my wife would be the biggest honor of all. So will you“, his voice was shaking slightly when he addressed you with your full name, “do me this honor and become my wife. Will you marry me?“

You were dreaming. You were one hundred percent sure that you were dreaming. Your head felt like it hung in the clouds, the tears in your eyes hindered your view and you hastily wiped them away. Brian opened the box, exposing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You nodded franticly while struggling to press out the words you were so eager to say.

“Yes!“, you croaked out eventually, “yes, yes, yes! Oh God, a hundred times yes!“

Brian beamed like you had never seen before and placed the ring on finger in one swift motion, before you let yourself fall to your knees and knocked the air out of him with the force of your kiss. When you pulled apart in desperate need of oxygen you were full-on crying.

“I- I can’t believe this…where…where did you even get this ring? It’s so beautiful, it’s amazing, I, I love you too, Brian. You know that, you are my favorite person on the whole planet, you are my everything, you, you“, you burst out laughing at your own rambling, breathless and happy from head to toe.

“Calm down, fiancée“, he grinned, “the ring belonged to my grandmother, she gave it to me years ago on her deathbed. She said ‘Brian, if one day you find the right girl, give her this ring and make her yours with it’. My grandpa and her were married for 67 years before he passed away…I hope we can do that, too.“

“Oh, we definitely will, Mr May. You won’t get rid of me ever, now.“

“Well, I certainly hope so, Mrs May-to-be“, he laughed while wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

This was definitely your best vacation, yet.

17. First time you take care of them

Two years later, in 1974 when you had been Brian’s wife for little over six months, he decided to quit preceding his PhD and focus solely on Queen’s skyrocketing career. You supported him with all of your heart, seeing how happy the music made him.

His father on the other hand didn’t take the news well. Brian had called him early that morning to tell him the news and was now devastated. His father had screamed so loud you had been able to hear him from where you were standing next to Brian. He had called his son stupid and selfish for ‘throwing away his education like that’. Said that he was blinded by the money and fame he thought was to come but ultimately would learn that the world didn’t work like that and that he’d be left with nothing one day. He even started to pull you into the matter, accusing the both of you of being immoral for having lived unmarried for so long and even saying you were an…easy woman, to put it lightly, because of how you looked when you had first met Harold. At that you had gripped Brian’s hand tightly, he was searing with anger by now. Having inherited his father’s stubbornness meant that he threw some unkind words around as well, but you could understand why he was furious.

When the phone call ended Brian hung up with as much force as possible and started pacing around your living room.

“I can’t believe this!“, he yelled, “What the hell kind of father says something like this to his son - his only son at that?“

“I don’t know, Brian. I really don’t know why he said those things, they are inexcusable-“

“Yes, yes they are!“, he barked, at which you flinched visibly, “sorry…sorry my love“, he exhaled, “I shouldn’t be screaming around like that, especially not at you. You are the one person who actually believes in me…“

“Hey Bri“, you bent down to where he was now sitting crouched on the sofa, “look at me, my love. I am not the only one who believes in you - tons of people do! Roger, Freddie, John, all of your fans. There are so many people out there who believe in you, this will all work out in the end, I promise. You are so good at what you do there’s no way you won’t be successful. And you can always come back to your studies later, you know that. You’re not throwing away your education, you’re making way to fulfill your dreams!“

He looked up at you through pained eyes and took a deep breath.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I know that this is what I want to do, it’s just…I want his approval so badly. I always have. When you came in my life he at least held himself back a little because he knew how happy you made me…but this…“

“I know, my love, I know. But he’ll come around eventually. When he sees that it all works out he’ll apologize, I promise.“

“You don’t know him like I do. He’s just as hot-headed as I can be, he won’t apologize even if Queen ends up becoming the world’s most famous rock-band“, he sighed and looked to the floor.

“Listen here“, you said intensely, gripping his chin lightly to force his gaze up, “you’re right, I don’t know him like you do. But I happen to know myself fairly well, and I’ll guarantee you that I’m going to stick with you through all of this. No matter if Queen makes million’s and million’s of pounds or if you continue pursuing your PhD, I’ll be there for all of it. You are my husband, Bri.“

“You’re right“, he whispered, “thank you for always being there for me, wifey.“

“It’s my privilege, hubby“, you grinned, happy that you were able to comfort him.

The clinch between Brian and his father would continue for three more years, in fact. For the next two years after the phone-call the two men wouldn’t talk to another, neither one ready to budge. In 1977, when Queen were playing the Madison Square Garden, Brian flew his parents out to watch the show. Later his father clapped him on the shoulder and said ‘I get it now, son’. After that it was like a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and even if it had taken a long time you were happy that the two of them had finally made up.

18. First anniversary

Your first wedding anniversary, which happened to fall on a Saturday in the year 1975, started anything other than romantic. You woke up to Brian bringing in a tray filled with various breakfast foods, which normally would have been nice, but as soon as the smell hit your nose you felt your stomach clench together tightly and a wave of nausea wash over you. Completely ignoring Brian’s confused gaze or how he worriedly placed the tray on the bed you rushed into the bathroom as quickly as possible, slamming the door shut as you went. As soon as you lifted the toilet seat you couldn’t help but empty the contents of your stomach into the bowl. Your husbands hands were on your back in an instant, rubbing smooth circles up and down your back. You tried to wave him off with one of your hands, not wanting him to see you in such a state, but it was to no avail.

“Shh, it’s alright“, he cooed, “just let it out, don’t be embarrassed in front of me.“

Since you didn’t really have a choice you did as he told and continued vomiting. When you were finished you felt quite dizzy and Brian helped you stand up before handing you a paper tissue.

“Do you feel better, love?“, he inquired and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know…I still feel a little…woozy…I didn’t even feel sick when we went to bed last night“, you mumbled.

“Must be some kind of stomach bug, one of those overnight things perhaps“, he theorized while he led you back into the bed, making sure the food was in safe distance.

“I’m sorry for ruining our first anniversary, Bri“, you mumbled, “we were supposed to spend the day in bed for other reasons…“

“Don’t worry about it, we still have lots and lots of anniversaries to come. And once you get better I’ll make up for the lost time“, he smirked while planting a kiss on your forehead, “but for now let me make you a tea and perhaps get you some medicine.“

Over the course of the day you felt less and less sick, and by noon you were already having dinner with your husband again. During the meal you could hardly keep your hands off him and the two of you swapped the dessert for a long and intense session of lovemaking.

The next morning, however, you woke up feeling awful again and the whole ordeal started all over. Both Brian and yourself only grew more confused when the exact same thing happened the following three days as well. Feeling like you were about to die from lack of fluids left in your body in the morning, being your usual self and feeling on top of the world in the evening.

On day five you are so tired of it that you made an appointment at you doctor’s office. Brian insisted on driving you there, even though you had promised him that you were going to be absolutely fine.

Upon your arrival you were annoyed rather than nervous and expected to be prescribed a light medicine to get rid of whatever bug you had caught. When you were called from the waiting area your husband kept a tight hold of your hand and lead the way to the examination room. A few minutes later a kind-looking middle-aged doctor entered the room and stretched out her hand.

“Mrs May, I presume?“, you nodded in confirmation before taking her hand.

“My name is Doctor Smith. What brings you in here today?“

You began telling her your symptoms, Brian adding small details here and there. Once you were finished she just looked at you knowingly.

“Mrs May, Mr May“, she glanced between the two of you, “I think I know where your symptoms are coming from. I have to run one or two tests, of course, but I have a strong suspicion.“

You both looked at her with raised eyebrows, suspense clear in the room.

“Well, what is it Doctor?“

“Mrs May, I think you are pregnant.“

After another twenty minutes of tests you had the confirmation - you were indeed pregnant. You were sent home with a sonogram picture, which showed the little life that had been growing inside for you two and a half months already, a few pamphlets informing you about all the changes that were about to happen and a small notecard with the date of your next appointment. During the whole time Brian hadn’t been able to stop smiling, he had even started to shake slightly. For the whole time he hadn’t stopped holding your hand, and now he was leading you to your car more carefully than you had ever seen before. He came to a halt right in front of the passenger door and gripped the back of your head carefully, pressing his face into your hair.

“Love…my love“, he whispered, “what did I do to deserve this?“

“Bri-“

“I got to marry the love of my life and now she’s pregnant with my child“, he cut you off, his eyes glistening with wetness, “I thought I couldn’t get any happier but now…you just made me the happiest man alive. I love you, god, I love you so much. Are you happy, my Mrs?“

“Are you joking?“, you laughed, already crying with all the emotions flooding through your body, “Of course I am happy! I get to carry your child, Brian. We are going to be a family, we’re going to have a child running around that’s half you and half me, we…“, a happy sob made its way through your throat, “I’m sorry for crying so much, I’m just so…hormonal I guess-“

“Even if you continue to cry for the next seven months I won’t care“, your husband giggled, “as long as they are happy tears. I promise now that I will never let any harm come to you or our child, I vow to always protect you. I love you, both of you, more than anything.“

“I love you too, Brian.“

“Let’s get home and tell the others, then“, he announced before opening the door for you. Even if it had come a few days late - this was definitely the best anniversary gift you could’ve wished for.

19. First time you see them cry

The first time you saw Brian cry was exactly 31 weeks later, when your sweet little baby girl was finally placed onto your chest after nineteen excruciating hours of labor. Brian had been there through all of it, holding your hand, wiping sweat off of your forehead and enduring the screams and profanities you hurled at him. Now the room was calmingly quiet, except for Brian’s and your sniffles and your baby’s subsiding cries. A few of your husband’s tears trickled down onto your shoulder when he leaned in from behind to brush his index finger over her soft, squishy cheek. She had already been cleaned up, weighed and measured and was now on the verge of falling asleep.

“She is so beautiful“, you whispered, “she’s got your eyes and hair.“

The later was indeed a dark shade of brown and surprisingly full already, which you absolutely adored.

“But lucky for her she get’s everything else from you, love“, he hummed.

Her complexion and facial features did indeed match yours more than his, even though it was hard to tell with her being not even an hour old.

“I can’t wait to go home with her“, you murmured. Over the last months Brian and you had moved into a nice house in Kensington. It was a lot bigger than the flat you had lived in before and offered lots of space for you and your newest addition. The nursery was already completely decorated and right now you wanted nothing more than to show it to your little girl, even if she would not be able to comprehend the beauty of it yet, before snuggling her close and falling asleep in her father’s arms.

“You should be able to go home the day after tomorrow, Mrs May“, one of the midwives promised reassuringly, “Now we are going to bring you into your private room and then you can get some sleep, is that alright?“

You nodded weakly, the adrenaline slowly wearing off and making way for the tiredness you had had to suppress.

“Are you going to stay?“, you looked up at Brian with weary eyes, “Hold her for me when I fall asleep?“

“Of course, my love, of course. I’ll stay for the rest of your lives, I’ll hold her close for as long as she lets me“, he grinned.

The confirmation was enough reassurance for you to finally give in to the urge of sleeping, knowing that when you woke up again you would be greeted by the most precious sight in the world.

20. Specific bonus first one: First words

When you entered your baby’s nursery you were greeted with an image that nearly made your heart explode. Your little girl, who was only one month away from her first birthday now, was sitting between her father’s legs. His Red Special laid before them and she was reaching out to touch the strings excitedly, trying to copy whatever melody Brian strummed to entertain her. When she saw you standing behind the door she started to brabble excitedly and pulled herself up to her legs. She couldn’t walk yet but she bounced up and down to show you she wanted you to come closer.

“Hey baby“, you cooed, “did you have a nice day with daddy?“

She babbled in agreement before Brian sat up and hoisted her on his hips.

“A wonderful day, in fact“, he mused before meeting you halfway and kissing you longingly.

“So I take it your daughter will follow your footsteps and become a guitarist, then?“

“I certainly hope so“, he looked down at the small child, who stared back up at him with wide eyes, “do you want to be a guitarist like daddy? Yeah? Like daddy?“

“Or maybe“, you interrupted, “she wants to be a doctor just like her mom? Does that sound nice, honey?“

She just giggled and paid no mind to her parents musing about what the next decades had in stock for her. Instead she reached up to pull on one of Brian’s curls, making you laugh and him wince involuntarily.

“Hey, that hurt“, he mock-cried, at which her expression turned into a frown.

“Dada?“, she asked.

“Honey…w-what did you just say?“, you asked, completely baffled.

“Dada“, she repeated happily and pulled at the curl one more time, “dada, dada, dada!“

Brian looked at you with wide eyes before kissing his daughter on the top of her head.

“Good job, little lady! You’re such a smartie, aren’t you?“

She grinned from ear to ear, picking up on the wave of joy she had just created, and snuggled closer to his chest. Hearing her speak properly for the first time was one of the many cherished moments with Brian you would never forget.

21. Specific bonus first two: First time getting caught

By the time your daughter was one and a half years old she was running around the house like a whirlwind, which meant that you were now in a constant state of alert. But all the new action and trouble that came with it was definitely worth the rewarding moments you experienced with her every day.

Today Brian had come home from the studio earlier, saying that their newest album, Jazz, was nearly finished and that they had decided to take some days off for themselves. You had eaten dinner with your little girl, afterwards Brian had taken her upstairs and miraculously got her to fall asleep in less than five minutes. When he came back down he entered the kitchen, where you were currently washing the dishes in the sink, quietly and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I’m so glad to be home“, he breathed out. You leaned back into his embrace and closed your eyes.

“Me too“, you sighed.

“What do you say we do something nicer than the dishes, hm?“, he hummed into your ear before turning you around to face him.

“I say that’s a splendid idea, Mr May“, you smirked up before jumping up to wrap your legs around his hips. You could already feel him stiffen underneath his pants and he immediately got the hint and began carrying you upstairs. You started to kiss and giggle like two lovesick teenagers when you were halfway up the stairs, your hands now firmly buried in his hair.

“Shhh, shhh“, he warned, “we don’t want to wake her up now, do we?“

“‘Course not“, you smirked up at him, “I am in desperate need of some alone-time with her daddy.“

As soon as you had finished speaking Brian opened your bedroom door with ease and laid you down on the bed. He wasted no time in pulling off the light dress you were wearing and discarding it to the floor. You began undressing him with the same eagerness and soon you were both completely naked, your hand wrapped around his stiff erection expertly. He was bucking into your hand in no time before shuffling down between your legs.

“As much as I enjoy your hands, love“, he panted, “I can’t come yet…not without showing you just how much I missed you first.“

He began to move his tongue up and down your wet folds eagerly, two fingers finding their way into you. You hadn’t been able to properly feel each other for quite some time now and it definitely showed. Your hips soon bucked up and down, searching the friction of his digits on your clit. He hummed happily when he felt you tighten around him before suddenly stopping his admissions and coming back up to press a deep kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth quickly. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation.

“Ready, Mrs May?“, he asked smugly.

“Yes! Yes!“, you responded desperately, the friction in your body already making you feel like you were on fire. He entered you in one smooth motion and came to a short halt, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot on your already sweaty skin. You urged him to move by starting a fast rhythm, your legs pressed firmly to his back. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside in a raw, primal way, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You couldn’t suppress a moan.

“Bri- God, Bri…I- I- fuck - I need you so…so bad. ‘ve missed you inside me, missed feeling so good…so ah-“, you were interrupted by another buck of his hips and his groan into your ear.

“Missed you, too. God, so much. Thought about…god…thought about you every day. About pushing into you like that, hearing you moan underneath me, feeling your-“

“Dada?“, a soft voice came from the hallway.

Brian pulled out of you and grabbed his pants at the speed of light, and no three seconds later the door to your bedroom swung open slowly. The small toddler was standing perfectly still in her nightgown, her favorite teddy bear clutched to her chest tightly.

“Hey Princess“, her father beamed, not having caught his breath quite yet and eyes still weary. You wrapped the sheets around your body in an effort to cover yourself up, and if you weren’t so panicked about your daughter having caught you in the act you would surely be laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“What’s the matter?“, Brian asked softly.

“Dada“, she repeated, her lower lip now wobbling slightly. Your husband picked her up and pressed her head to his chest soothingly.

“Poor thing, did you have a bad dream?“

She only shrugged her shoulders, not fully able to answer his question yet.

“Should daddy bring you back to bed?“, he inquired further, but she shook her head frantically at that suggestion. By now you had left your bed as well and stood next to them.

“Or do you want to sleep here with us tonight, hm? With mummy and daddy?“

She nodded her head eagerly, brown curls falling into her eyes, and looked at you with the sweetest puppy-eyes you had ever seen. They were enough to make your heart melt and Brian obviously thought the same because he laid her down in the middle of the bed immediately. You wrapped her up in one of the blankets and cuddled close next to her, Brian’s arm underneath your head.

“We might have to make her bed more secure, I didn’t know she was able to climb out of the thing already…“, he whispered into the darkness.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea…and Brian?“

“Yes love?“

“What do you say we ask John and Veronica to watch her tomorrow night?“

“Agreed“, he giggled, “sounds like a brilliant plan to me“.

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