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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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Fell in Love in Scotland Pt. 1

Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Warnings: angst; cursing; pining; 18+ in later parts (maybe? not sure yet)

Summary: After finding about the new Captain America, the reader goes to Louisiana to visit Sam.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So I know this isn’t on my list of things I *should* be working on, but I had this idea today and I had to get it down! This is only going to be 2-3 parts. This is my first time writing for Sam!

I’m taking a small break from working on my other works in progress to focus on getting out as much Sam content as a can before Sam’s (and my) bday on the 14th! Not sure how much I’ll be able to write but that is my hope!

My biggest flex at the moment is sharing a bday with Sam.

This references Civil War, Endgame and Infinity War events in flashbacks but you know, canon is a thing I like to just maneuver around so I’m sorry if there are many major inaccuracies!

This is unedited and please let me know if I missed anything that should be included as a warning.

Taglist is in my bio

You were furious. Without even thinking, you picked up your phone and found him in your contact list. You were fuming, needing to find out what happened so you could help him. You hadn’t talked to him since Tony Stark’s funeral, and you had found out through Banner that Steve had gifted him the shield. You psych yourself out every time you want to reach out and talk to him, but your rage blinded you and took the lead over your usual nervousness.

“What happened?” you ask as soon as the ringing on the other end stops and you know he’s answered. You have the phone balanced on your shoulder as your slipping on your shoes, ready to head out as soon as you can.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, sounding confused. Also, incredibly hurt and rightfully so. You imagined he was watching the same thing as you on television and you thought he’d be as equally mad.

“Sam,” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “The shield.”

There’s nothing but dead air for what feel like forever.

“I gave it up,” he finally answers. You can hear in his voice that there is much more to this than that.

“Are you in D.C.?” you ask, not wanting to push him to talk.

“Delacroix. You don’t have to come-.”

“Can’t come visit a friend?” you ask hopefully. You hear him sigh.

“It’s not a great time,” he says hesitantly.

“Isn’t that when you need friends the most?” you counter, trying to force a happier, more uplifting tone. You try, but you know you still sound miserable. “Please,” you ask again, almost a whisper.

“You’re coming no matter what I say, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Pretty much,” you admit, “but I would love it if you actually wanted to see me.”

“You know I would…”

“So that settles it,” you smile, blinking to hold back a couple tears. Your voice breaks just a little. “I’m getting on the first plane I can.”

Before he has a chance to change his mind, you end the call and immediately pack some necessities. You never got out of the habit of always being called off, so many of the things you needed were already packed away in a bag in your closet. It was a comforting thing for you. Like you always had the option to just leave wherever you were. You said it was because of all the times you got pulled away from life because of missions for SHIELD, but it ran a little deeper than that.

God, he’s handsome. That’s the only thing you can think of when you’re finally in front of him again. Your mind is at a complete blank. You should be able to muster up the ability to say something. He’s waiting for you at the airport. You didn’t expect this, but it is Sam. Of course, he was going to meet you when your plane landed. You try your best to clear up the haze in your brain as you walk towards him, and he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he mumbles, resting his head on top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. All hopes you had at a cool, collected front when you saw him disappeared. You missed him too much and had gone too long without admitting it to yourself. Tell him you missed him, tell him you’re happy to see him, say anything…

“I want to help,” you say when you both break away. You inwardly cringe. You can’t vocalize anything except turning this into some mission.

“Please can we not talk about the shield?” he asks, and you realize you’ve clearly hit a sore spot. You nod in agreement, feeling terrible for having brought it up so soon. You didn’t want him to think you were prioritizing the shield over him. That wasn’t the case at all. You came here for him, to see him, why the hell couldn’t you act like it.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, earnestly. You had to pull yourself together.

“I appreciate that you are worried about me,” he says slinging an arm over your shoulder as you walk. It feels nice, effortless. “But I donated the shield and after that, it was out of my hands.”

You know he is leaving out a lot, and you know him well enough to know there’s a deeper issue. But, for now, you decide to table it. He tells you about his nephews, and he fills you in on how he’s been able to spend time with them, and it feels so beautifully normal. The world feels like it’s falling apart around you but there’s Sam, pulling you back in like he was always able to do.

“I missed you,” he admits, after there’s a lull in the conversation driving to the house. “I thought maybe I would’ve seen you at the compound, or something before you left after the funeral.”

“I didn’t really have the chance,” you try to gloss over. “I just- After Steve came and said goodbye, I couldn’t stay. It just hurt too much.”

“Steve told you?”

“Not exactly, just a very vague goodbye, but I was able to read between the lines. I knew he wasn’t coming back.”

“What did he say?”

“Just that he wanted to go back and fix things. If he couldn’t have done it here, he wanted a second chance. To get back the time lost. Save Bucky, find Nat, maybe visit Peggy… He just wasn’t ready to stop yet. There was no fight here left, so he went back chasing the ones he felt like he lost?”

He nods, just taking in the information. He tells you about seeing Steve when he came back, about how he got married. He tells you about how Steve gave him the shield, but he thought the right decision was to donate the shield to the Smithsonian. You don’t try to do anything else but listen, and try your best to understand. But hearing Sam not think he could take on the title was heartbreaking. You want to ask him if he regrets it, if he wants to get the shield back, but for now, you know it isn’t the right time. Just tell him you missed him too, please. You can’t do it. The words get stuck in the back of your throat. Why is this so hard?

“Remember when we met?” you ask, looking aimlessly out the window.

“You mean when you drop kicked me at an airport?” he asks with a laugh.

“No- I mean, yes that happened first technically,” you smile. “I was more so thinking about the first time we spoke after that.”

“You mean when you came with Steve to get us out of prison?” he asks, skeptically.

“The very time,” you grin.

“I’m pretty sure the only thing you said was stay low and keep out of my way, if I remember correctly,” he raised an eyebrow.

“No, no in the jet,” you clarify, “Before we went into hiding.”

You sat on the floor across from Sam, you had pulled your torso out of your tactical suit, and had the arms of it tied around your waist. The SHIELD t-shirt you wore underneath was covered in sweat and grime. You rested your head against the cold metal of the plane’s ship and your eyes wandered to Sam.

“Pararescue?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” he responds, looking over his equipment that Steve brought with you.

“SR,” you reply. “Well, was.”

“You were Special Reconnaissance?” he asks, and you nod.

“Three tours.”

“Is that why you changed sides?” He continues and you can’t help but smile.

“I guess you can look at it that way.”

“I’m Sam.”

“I know.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” he chuckles, crossing his arms, relaxing a bit more. You smirk.

“(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Sam. Sorry about beating your ass.”

“You got lucky, SR,” he scoffs, and you laugh.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Wilson,” you laugh.

“You’re lucky we’re on the same side now,” he jokes.

“Oh, I know,” you smile. You get up and head to the cockpit to join Steve.

“I told you that the two of you would hit it off,” he chuckles as you slide into the copilot seat.

“You bring me along just to set me up, Rogers?” you scoff. His cheeks redden a little.

“You know that’s not true…”

“Ugh, you’re just as bad as Natasha, Steve,” you roll your eyes.

“You have shared life experience.”

“He is gorgeous.”

“I’ll tell him you said that.”

“Don’t even think about it Rogers,” you gasp.

Before you know it, Sam is pulling up to your Airbnb.

“Come by the house tomorrow,” he says, and you nod. “I want to bring you somewhere.”

“Yeah,” you agree, as you get out of the car. It was already late, and you denied Sam’s offer to get dinner. You were exhausted, and you were still in the clothes you were wearing when you left your apartment suddenly. You needed to shower, sleep, and then your visit with him would start. You also were nervous. You could tell he was a little disappointed when you declined his offer but he understood.

“We’ll get some beers and talk about the good old days tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” he smiles, rubbing the top of your hand reassuringly.

“Good old days?” you tease.

“We’ll talk about Scotland,” he grins, “The good parts.”

“The good parts,” you affirm. You try to think about what he means but you let yourself put it out of your brain for now. “I’ll be by first thing.”

“I am really glad you’re here,” he reiterates once more before you disappear into the small house. You don’t have the courage to admit you feel the same.

When you close the door behind you, you look out the curtain and watch as Sam drives away. Your mind runs rampant with just all the things on your mind. The shield. Sam. Being here with Sam. Having to talk about feelings and memories with Sam. Scotland. How you fell in love with Sam Wilson in Scotland.

You worry coming here was a mistake.

Part Two

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horanghaechan · 3 years

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Dream in a Dream (M)

pairing: Prince!Ten x Princess!You

word count: 6k

warnings: written in 3rd person, mature content, fluffy, ten being the love of my life

synopsis: The Four Great Kingdoms took turns to maintain the peace of a planet called Mahabhuta. However, when minor rebellions threaten its stability, two kingdoms seek an alliance. But, hearts could never be war weapons. What to do when one of them is already committed to another?

Inspired by indian/turkish stuff and Avatar lol

[a/n]: since he (and his smile) was the reason i started stanning nct back in march 2016 (lol) i decided to post this here, the original version is in portuguese and posted on my fic site. happy bday, phonphon, you deserve the world.

also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please let me know!

First of all, a small glossary so you don’t get lost:

The cycle of the Great Kingdoms of Mahabhuta takes place by:

Kingdom of Prithvi (Kingdom of Earth)

Kingdom of Apas-Jal (Kingdom of Water)

Kingdom of Agni (Kingdom of Fire)

Kingdom of Vayu (Kingdom of Air)

However, there is Akasha (Heaven, "vacuum"), by which all other kingdoms are "subjected". Akasha’s laws override any other law, as they were enacted prior to the division of Mahābhūta.

The hierarchy in each kingdom consists of:

Samraat and Samrajni – emperor and empress;

Maharaja and Maharani – king and queen, used formally for the heirs of the throne;

Raja and Rani – king and queen, used informally with the heirs of the throne.

Some words used by the characters and their meanings:

Evet: an informal way of saying “yes”;

Nei: an informal way of saying “no”;

Shokran: “thanks” said from peasants to monarchs;

Shukriya: “thanks” said from monarchs to peasants;

Olum: interjection of astonishment, incredulity.

Om Shanti: good luck.

Findi: petname, which can mean both “love” and “sweetheart”, normally related to married couples.

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Border between Vayu and Prithvi, Apas-Jal Era.

Some carriages and soldiers crossed the bridge across the border of the Kingdom of Prithvi. Everyone there was fully aware of what they were doing, but no one hesitated. Keeping Maharani of Vayu happy was the only thing they were looking for.

“Rani Y/N are you sure that Raja Chittaphon will be waiting for us?” Ipek, Y/N’s chaperone and personal maid, asked worriedly.

“Evet.” Y/N nodded. “It’s our only chance.”

“Samraat Bhima will be horrified when he notices that you are missing.”

“He will.” The princess smiled. “But he’ll eventually understand that I had to.”

“Everyone will be delighted when you get married to Raja Chittaphon, right?!” Ipek smiled when she noticed how the girl’s face lit up at her question.

“Hopefully so, Ipek. That’s what I’m aiming for.” Y/N sighed, biting another smile. Remembering Chittaphon always resulted in moments like that, where everything melted and she became a puddle of love.

She still shivered like a fool when she remembered when they met.

Flashback on

Jala, Kingdom of Apas-Jal, 3 years ago

The corridors of the Palace of Jala were huge and very confusing. There were no separated doors, let alone identification by floors or wings. Y/N walked blindly through them, because she couldn’t remember where they assigned her rooms earlier.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not here.” One of the doors opened and a boy came out of it, on his back, wearing a typical outfit of the monarchs she knew.

“Olum!” Y/N froze on her place.

“Oh, are you the owner of this room?” He turned to her, drawing her attention to the pair of amused chestnut eyes that stared at her.

“Nei, nei. I’m lost.” She confessed. “I thought the floor was empty.”

“They told me that the Kingdom of Agni would be on the third floor, according to the cycle, but I confess I’m having trouble counting. Is it the third excluding the ground floor, or the third from the ground?” The boy smiled and she felt her heart flutter.

She absolutely adored smiles.

And... Olum, that smile was out of this world!

“Well, guess I’m twice wrong, then.” she blushed.

“You’re not from Agni, I suppose.”

“Nei. I’m from Vayu.” She extended her hand, indicating the ring of the Compass Rose, which was the symbol of her kingdom. “I ended getting lost...”

“Ten, from Agni.” the boy showed his own ring too, a ruby sun adorning his hand. Only monarchs wore such rings. “Maybe if we go back where you came from, we’ll be able to find your chaperone.”

“Y/N, from Vayu.” She bowed, understanding now with whom she spoke. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Maharaja Chittaphon.”

“Olum, it can’t be!” Another lovely smile painted his thin lips. “Maharani Y/N Vatavaran?” Ten sounded excited. “I spent years trying to get to know you!”

“Really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Indeed! Did you think that you could remain incognito forever? All kingdoms are curious about the Heiress of the Air.” he signalled for them to start walking. He couldn’t touch her until they were officially introduced. “I suppose you make your debut at tonight’s ball?”

“My parents decided that it’s time for me to seek popularity.” She nodded. “I’m a little afraid, you know? Balls have always seemed too formal.”

“And they are.” Ten agreed. “But as soon as we are introduced, I’ll ask for one dance, and I hope you’ll save me a page on your card.”

“As I don’t know anyone, you’ll have them all.” She laughed.

“Perfect! So I won’t have to keep company with the Apas.”

“Don’t you like water?”

“I don’t like anything that puts out fire.” Ten joked casually, and then realized that the princess was puzzled by his comment. “Don’t worry, the air tends to spread it. I really like the air.” The same amusement gleam flashed through those chestnut eyes.

Y/N also had made up her mind: she liked the fire a lot.

End of flashback

Closing her eyes, Y/N waited for the right time to relax. When the antelope’s hooves stopped, she knew it was near.

“Maharani Vatavaran, we have arrived.” One of the soldiers tapped the carriage window twice, breaking the silence. “Maharaja Bhumi is waiting for you.”

“I’ll go down. Shukriya.” Y/N smiled. “We’ll meet tomorrow, Ipek. Watch out for any strange movements, pay close attention to the air! As we are in Prithvi you may feel weaker, but just focus on the atmosphere.”

“Evet, evet. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Ipek rushed her.

“Off I go.” Y/N smiled. “Wish me luck.”

“Om Shanti.” Ipek raised her hands to her face, crossing them in the shape of a bird and touching her forehead between them, a gesture of undoubted respect to Her Highness.

Y/N got out of the carriage and came across Bhumi, Prithvi’s heir. They had become very close friends when they were in Jala, because Bhumi was Ten’s close cousin. Adding up to their escapade, Varaha, capital of Prithvi, was extremely close to Akasha – if all went well, they’d need just two days to arrive there.

“I’m glad you made it!” Bhumi hugged her. “Ten must be on his way.” He signalled for a carriage behind them. “If they saw Vayu’s carriage we might have had problems, so I thought it is better to use mine until we get to the house.”

“Thanks for helping.” She thanked him, getting into the car.

“You know my weaknesses are love stories, Y/N.” Bhumi laughed. “I asked some guards to take the road to Akasha and they reported that it is in perfect condition. I separated two stops, one in Urvarak and the other in Chattaan; if you manage to reach Chattaan tomorrow by the afternoon, Akasha is just an hour away, so you can rest and do everything at dawn. I estimate that by lunchtime you’ll be married.” Bhumi gave her hands a soft squeeze. “Om Shanti, cousin.”

“Thank you, dear. But can’t we go straight to Chattaan?”

“It’d be very risky and a tad tiring. If other guards notice a strange movement on the roads, it’ll be warned to my father and everything will go down the drain.”

“Then we will follow the pace of normal travelers.” Y/N nodded. “Ipek is following in a carriage with some of my guards, but there is nothing that indicates my presence or relation to me. Do you think they are in danger?”

“If there’s nothing of yours with her, then I don’t believe so.” Bhumi waved a hand, dispensing bad luck. “As soon as they reach Urvarak, if they wish, they can go up in the air and proceed directly to Akasha, without stopping by Chattaan, or just taking a short rest. But, in my point of view, it’d be a little risky, no? Since your father will notice your disappearance in a few hours...”

“I’ll talk to Ipek, then. It would be really good if we had someone waiting for us in Akasha.” Y/N stared at the road. “How long does it take for Urvarak?”

“If you leave this morning, you’ll be there before sunset. That, of course, if you stop to eat and everything.” Bhumi loosened a belt that held his royal attire. “We will be near Varaha in a few minutes, but I’ll drop you off at home and go to the palace. You need to be aware because only Ten knows where it is.”

“Do you think he hasn’t arrived yet?”

“I don’t know how it went with the guards at the border, even if I let them know he was coming.” Bhumi sighed. “In times of crisis, things get chaotic.’

“I hope we don’t make this a bigger problem.” Y/N sighed.

“Love inevitably creates problems, baby.” he laughed. “But, a Maharaja has always been able to choose his wife and vice versa. I don’t see your marriage as an affront to Mahabhuta’s balance, but exactly what Apas-Jal and Agni wanted to do: an alliance. So, if we are to have an alliance, let it be real and auspicious.”

“Ah Bhumi, dear, you’re so good with words.” Y/N laughed, trying to relax.

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The house consisted of Prithvi’s standard architecture, with various stone details and spearhead adornments. After hugging and thanking Bhumi four more times, Y/N quietly entered the house, dressed as an ordinary Vahara citizen. It was very good that Bhumi had chosen a normal property instead of a more luxurious and aristocratic house.

She put her bag in the living room and walked to the bathroom, desperate to shower and do her hair. It could be the height of futility, but Y/N did not want Ten to see her sloppy and dirty. All those times they met when she was air bending were enough... They, in general, involved a lot of dust and dry leaves.

“Of course Bhumi would do that.” Y/N sweetly smiled when she found cinnamon essence in the bathroom. This was, in the best description, Vayu’s “official” smell.

While the water in the bathtub heated up, Y/N stretched out a lacy mid-length dress and a cloak. She had brought, in addition to that outfit, another white dress – which she would wear the day she arrived in Akasha – and a dark green dress.

Y/N smoothed the velvet piece and smiled a little. She was starting quite an adventure, but couldn’t find the slightest regret for what she was doing. For sure, if she had to choose, she would do everything again and again.

After washing up, Y/N was braiding her hair when she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She felt chills down her spine, but because the house had only one floor, anyone who entered it would make enough noise for her to prepare before she could cross the room. Awareness spread through her and she held tight on her hairbrush and a small hand mirror – since there wasn’t enough time to look for any other weapon.

“Y/N?” Her name came out loud in a soft voice, almost like velvet.

“Ten!” dropping all objects, she ran to him.

The couple hugged each other, trying to make up for all the one-month longing in those few seconds. A never-ending month in which Ten had heard about the arranged marriage; he and Y/N did not have much chance of communicating; and in which each other’s world seemed to get off track with the possibility of not being able to be together as they wanted to.

“How are you? Did you arrive safely?” Ten caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, loving how Y/N’s eyes closed at the slightest touch.

“I got scared thinking the house was invaded, but now I’m fine. And yes, I arrived safely thanks to Bhumi’s assistance.” she smiled.

“Sorry, I heard the water and decided it’d be respectful to wait.”

“There’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Y/N blinked, wickedly.

“I know.” Ten brought his face close to hers. “But I thought we had agreed not to do anything else until the wedding?!”

“To look doesn’t mean to touch.” She lifted her chin, voice dripping challenge.

“It turns out, little devil, I’m not so magnanimous.” He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the longing. The last time they saw each other they had to be quick, because it was at the reunion of the kingdoms, and although they could not participate actively, the heirs had an obligation to be present.

Ten circled her waist, breathing in the cinnamon and melting on Y/N’s tongue. Her whole body was on fire – almost not so figuratively – when they were together. Even though he knew they couldn’t waste time, he delighted himself with a few bites on her neck, fighting the urge to take the kiss further.

“I swear I can’t wait to be married.” She whispered. “Then I won’t need to count our minutes together.”

“Soon.” Ten winked. “We are leaving this morning, right?”

“I think it would be ideal. Bhumi said that we can get to Akasha in two days, or we can cut some time, but we would not have Ipek anticipating any problems. It’s up to you.” She shrugged.

“We’ll do what is best at the moment, findi.” Ten smiled. “This nickname gets better and better just because it reminds me that it should be used by married people.”

“You are very keen to remember that we will get married.”

“In Agni, marriage is one of the best things that could happen to anyone, you know?” He let Y/N get out of his arms. “You can’t blame me for this.”

“I don’t blame you, but your excitement is so evident that it makes me look disinterested… And you know I’m not.”

“It’ll show up as soon as we have tied our strings.”

Y/N smiled at the mention, because the wedding rite in Akasha had, as one of the main points, to use strings. Each kingdom had its specific ritual, and they should be performed according to the bride and groom’s wishes (and the place they were in, regardless of their nationalities). When Y/N was learning about kingdoms and their cultures, she never imagined that she’d marry in Akasha, let alone with their celebration. She couldn’t wait to put it into practice.

“How’s the situation in Agni?” Y/N asked as she folded her clothes.

“Kinda stable.” Ten sat on the bed and removed his boots. “Dad thinks it’s a matter of time before it spreads to other regions other than the capital”.

“I hope nobody gets seriously hurt until we get this solved.”

“For now there was nothing.” he nodded. “Just two fires in abandoned houses. The big problem is that this affects the population indirectly; after all, you never know when they will start attacking them. Psychological terror is the worst weapon.”

“Do you think we’re going to make it worse by getting married?” Y/N swallowed.

“I think...” Ten looked at her, a small smile adorning his beautiful face. “That love is a force far greater than greed and power. If two prosperous kingdoms tied by love, and nothing but love, fails to reach everyone’s heart, then no alliance between two other kingdoms will change reality.” He held out his hand, looking for hers over the velvet dress. “I didn’t lie when I said I would set the world on fire if something hurt you, findi. It only takes one word and we return to our kingdoms.”

“No!” she denied fervently. “I won’t give you up. I only worry about these rebellions...” She shrugged. “But I love you, Ten. You know that, right?”

“Always.” he nodded. “Why don’t we rest before leaving?!”

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The two of them really tried to rest, but the growing tension and adrenaline from their escape were too much. Long before planned, they were already on the road, heading towards Urvarak.

“It’s amazing how, despite the night, everyone lives normally. Look at how crowded the road is!” Y/N commented, surprised. “The Kingdom that never sleeps, really.”

“We have a stop in forty minutes. If you’re cold, I can stop to get the blanket from the trunk.” Ten, the gentleman he was, offered.

“I’m fine, findi. If anything, I can hug you and I’ll be warm soon.”

“If you don’t want to be attacked by my kisses, I advise you to stay away.”

“What if I want?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Seriously Y/N, I don’t know what to do with you!” he laughed. “We’ll definitely take the air route and get married as soon as possible.”

“It’s amazing how shy I still am with your flirty banters.” Y/N sighed, because in spite of being bold, that was not quite how she felt.

Sometimes she managed to keep on her carefree persona, but her feelings for Ten always made her embarrass herself. It summed up in a fool, enchanted by any movement or word spoken by him... Especially when they were addressed to her. Olum, how difficult it was to remain serious at public parties! Both of them needed to behave as if they didn’t like each other more than the “necessary”, as if they had priorities and not wished to spend every second together. Thanks to Bhumi, they were able to get away often and make some time to ease their longing.

“Ah, Rani Y/N,” he clicked his tongue. “why does this shyness never appear when it should?” His chestnut eyes flashed in a playful glow.

“Stop it, Ten!” She laughed, shyly. “but, I must confess, I don’t regret you being the first. In everything.”

“It would be a little too late to regret it, you know?” Ten pinned. “However, that does not diminish the pleasure of listening to your confession. I hope that, in addition to being your first, I’ll also be your last.”

“If we get to Akasha really fast...” She batted her well-trained lashes, like a she used to do when trying to manipulate her father into thinking she was sweet and innocent.

“It’s decided! At the next stop I’ll look for antelopes and tomorrow afternoon we’ll be married.” Ten shook his head like an indignant little boy.

“In my suitcase I have a Vayu scroll and I will make sure that it reaches Ipek as soon as possible.” Y/N winked at the groom.

“What a helpful wife I got!

“Olum, you can’t even imagine.” She grinned.

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The innkeeper explained to them how to get to the antelopes in two stops. They had thirty minutes until there, and the horses were losing their pace along the way. Fear not, Y/N thought, since she already had everything worked out in her head!

Probably, her father would be finding out about her disappearance at that moment, and then he would start searching the palace and the gardens. Then, when he didn’t find her, he would request searches around the city. Then, the Royal Guard would issue a search warrant to all kingdoms, and perhaps Chittaphon’s parents would warn Vayu of his disappearance as well. Then they would finally come to conclusion of what happened to the two heirs, and if they were as smart as Y/N hoped, they would march to Akasha.

Only that it would be too late.

Because she’d be married!

Perfect.

The antelope route was really the best option.

“Maybe I can bend some air so the horses can rest. I can make sure no one notices that they’re floating...”

“You schemed.” Ten laughed. “I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t do it.”

“Perhaps you’re so excited about the escape that you didn’t pay close attention.” She joked. Everyone knew how much Maharani Y/N loved to turn things into schemes. “Well, if my plan is right, we have about fifteen hours to get married and consummate it, avoiding, even if improbable, it to be nulled.” she laughed. “Therefore, we indeed have to take the air route.”

“Amazing, findi.” Ten winked.

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Akasha was a wonderful city. Y/N visited there only twice: when she was born, and when she reached her adult age, so she had to seize her title of heiress. She remembered the big trees, especially the cherry ones, the colourful houses, the bright and clean streets, the undeniably blue sky... There never seemed to exist bad weather in Akasha! When they stopped in front of the temple where they would celebrate their wedding, Y/N’s heart raced. It was a large and flowery place, like a cottage, with symbols of the four kingdoms and their specific plants. Two carriages (one with her guards and the other with his) were waiting for them in the parking lot. Impatient, Ten grabbed her hand and they both entered the temple, drowning in emotion and adrenaline.

“Ready?”

“Always.” she smiled.

Ipek, who had been instructed to organize everything, was talking to two monks and the celebrator. As soon as she saw Her Highness, she ran to help her get ready. They couldn’t waste a second of the day!

The typical ceremonial dress Ipek got was cream coloured, adorned with gold accents, and a dark green – almost black – velvet cape that made the costume extremely elegant. From the bar to the knee, the lines formed spirals and points that resembled the starry sky or some forest/landscape seen from above. Her hair was braided with gold threads and cherry blossoms, because they were the symbol of Akasha. At her hands, in addition to the jewels she was supposed to wear, temporary ink tattooed the main crests of the four kingdoms extended from the wrist to the elbow, to indicate the union of these nations. On her feet, more drawings, up to the height of her shin. She should be barefoot, connecting to the nature and the land, as a sign of balance.

“Raja Chittaphon is ready.” Ipek returned to the salon where Y/N was dressed. “Now we just need the ornaments on the face and you can go!”

“I’m anxious.” Y/N exhaled. “Let’s get on with it soon!”

“I promise it will be very quick.”

After Ipek used powder from shiny stones and glued three diamonds above her left eyebrow, Y/N was ready.

Ipek and two guards accompanied her to the decorated courtyard, where those responsible for marrying her had started the blessing in Ten, preventing him from seeing her. Y/N watched, with her racing heart, the black and gold velvet suit he wore, a single cherry blossom attached to the left side of his chest.

“We’re ready.” The monk guided her to the entrance of the hall.

After a short speech in Akasha’s dialect, one of the monks began to play a harp, while Y/N crossed the room towards Ten, not knowing how to react to the prince’s brilliant and hypnotic gaze.

When they faced each other, the monk handed them a small vase with coloured sand. According to the ritual, the sand symbolized “the union of two different points in the name of something greater” in this case, love, and each one should pour a little of it on a plate, so that the mixture of colours creates a new one: their colour. Y/N watched wordlessly as a lilac originated from the mixture.

“Now hold hands.” The man responsible for the ceremony instructed. “This is the thread of companionship. For Akasha, you are one, but this does not mean that you should forget who you were before the wedding. One hand is tied to the partner’s, while the other is free to remind you that there is room for both to grow together and individually.” He tied the ribbon on their fist. “Still united, we will recite the vows and walk towards the end of the celebration.”

Y/N and Ten repeated each word very calmly, although their hearts were desperate for the end. After washing their feet in the water of the main river, Kundalini, to purify their bodies in this new phase, the couple still had to plant a tree as well, symbolizing their growth. And, to the sound of “Under the laws of Akasha, I declare you husband and wife”, several fireworks were lit. Ipek started the party by playing a soft melody over two lovers, and the people present continued with the dance. The newest couple stared at each other, laughing.

“I think this is our cue to escape... Findi.” The nickname now sounded a thousand times wicked in Ten’s voice. “Let’s go?”

“I was counting the seconds.” Y/N nodded, intertwining their fingers, as they still had one hand joined.

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Ten undid the first tie of Y/N’s dress quite slowly. He had done it a few times, but at that moment, it was too special to ruin it in a hurry. They were finally married. He no longer needed to be quick with Y/N. Now they had all the time in the world to love each other as they deserved.

“Do you need help?” Y/N frowned.

“No, findi. I just want to... Take it slow.” The light entering the room made his eyes even brighter. “Because you deserve to be adored, from head to toe. Quietly. Every inch.” To demonstrate his words, he raised her fist and glued his mouth to it, running his tongue lightly over her soft skin.

“Ten...” She breathed weakly, it tickled.

“What?” He smiled. “‘Ah Ten’, ‘more Ten’, ‘please, Ten’?”

“Pretentious rake.” Y/N shook her head, feeling her heart explode with joy.

“Your pretentious rake. Your favourite rake. Yours, for eternity.”

She closed her eyes at those words. She was his, too, since the damn smile he gave her in the hall of Apas-Jal’s palace. Olum, how could one live with so much love inside them?! And how lucky had she been to feel that and be reciprocated?!

I’m staying up

I don’t wanna come down from your love

Ten pulled her close, melting his mouth on her neck, biting and sucking like he knew she liked. He wrapped his arms around her, throwing the damn tie to the floor. Y/N smelled extremely well, having washed and removed the tattoos she was supposed to use for the wedding ceremony. His fingers tangled in the fabric of her nightgown at the mere sound of her quiet moan, trying to go easy, to remain chill. He didn’t want to go fast. He had to stay calm.

“Let’s go to the bed, huh?” Y/N suggested, knees buckling from all those emotions.

“I tell you I want to take it easy and you urge me to go fast...” He shook his head, carefully guiding her to the huge mattress. “What should I do?”

“You can start by kissing me here.” She signalled from her collarbone to the valley between the breasts. Ten smiled. “Or, you can let me take off your clothes...”

It’s not that she didn’t want to be worshiped from head to toe, but if her calculations didn’t fail, someone from the Kingdom of Vayu would arrive in Akasha by the end of the afternoon... And if the wedding wasn’t consummated, they could be in trouble. She and Chittaphon never took more than thirty minutes with sex, because there were always too many people around and if they were five minutes late, someone would miss one of them. It was unfair that their first time since married had to be rushed too, but they would have a whole life together.

But, Y/N should be grateful. At least they were together.

“What are you thinking?”

“Schemes.” She joked.

“ Now, now, Rani Y/N, that was an unfortunate answer.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Guess I’ll need to be a little cruel this time. I don’t want you thinking about anything other than my mouth and my fingers on your body.”

“Or your dick.” Y/N smirked, satisfied with the provocation.

She closed her eyes and felt Ten’s lips come down over her shoulder, paiting small bites. With her legs spread, he found space to rest between her thighs while devouring each centimetre of the princess. Her calculations were forgotten as soon as his fingertips went up the hem of her dress, sliding down the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. He reached her underwear and touched her clothed womanhood.

“I want you to do that again.” Y/N moaned.

“Do what?”

“You know what.” She gasped when he brushed her swollen spot.

“I don’t know,” He commented wickedly. “But I have an idea of what it is… And for that, I will finally need to take your clothes off.” He couldn’t believe that after months he’d be able to see her completely naked again.

Rather than feeling shy, Y/N was more than willing to throw the sleeping dress away. They never had much time to get rid of all their clothes, so she was also counting on Ten naked. It had been a long time since she had had such a privilege to see him like that. And the view was always a spectacle!

She sat up suddenly, leaving him a little unbalanced, but grinning. Y/N started pulling on her nightgown anyway, not caring if she would tear it up. Ten could bent fire, but what burned inside her was pure lust. He would have a hard time controlling his wife, especially if he continued to look at her as if she were a work of art. But as soon as the fabric passed over her head, Y/N didn’t have time to absorb the intensity of his eyes. Ten pulled her by the hand, kissing her urgently.

With the princess in his lap, he got rid of his shirt and tried to open his trousers’ button. To give him enough space, Y/N stepped back a little, noting a new detail in his left arm: there were two lines near the elbow, one thick and the other a little thinner. Unlike the wedding tattoos, those lines seemed permanent.

“What is it?” She asked curiously.

“In Agni, every married man should have this tattoo. It is like a ring that we never take out or lose.” Ten looked at his arm. “Women should have these lines on their ankles, but since you are not from Agni, I thought it best not to ask you to tattoo it.”

“I want to!” She cut him off. “I’ll do it, if you want me to.”

“Really?” Ten smiled. He was always touched by Y/N’s loving manner. She was his best companion, in any situation. Even when they could get in trouble, Y/N would not leave him alone. She preferred that they’d get scolded together than to leave him. “Then, as soon as we wake up, I’ll ask the monk to arrange everything.”

“I think I will have a charming ankle.” She stretched out one leg, moving close to where Ten wanted her most. “Oh, oops...” Y/N smirked, faking a shy laugh.

“Findi, findi.” He shook his head, matching her smirk.

“Let me make up for the distraction.” Y/N moved away as she lowered her hands to his pants, finishing unbuttoning them.

“Your wish is my command, findi.”

We’ll get lost together

Let me flow

Ten swallowed hard as soon as he felt her mouth kissing his abdomen. Y/N was not ashamed of trying to please him. She was always receptive and creative, making each time something very unique and very special. Unlike what was expected of an Air Princess – known for being more reserved and a little cold. Y/N had fire inside her. She burned like him… Burned with him. For him.

With her delicate fingers, Y/N removed Ten’s pants, and began her exploration on his belly, playing with the fine line of hair up to the underwear he was wearing. It was unusual for her to dedicate themselves so much to foreplay, but she was loving seeing Ten so mesmerized by her movements. Very gently, Y/N took him with one hand, going on with a lazy back and forth motion, just to make him double hard and more desperate. Her eyes found the glowing chestnut globes and she smirked, causing a burst of pleasure to break inside Ten, who moaned loudly.

That was enough for him. Blast trying to prolong the moment! He needed Y/N and he needed her now. Pulling her by the chin, they came face to face.

“I miss you,” The distance between their mouths became even smaller. “around me.”

The kiss began sweet, slow, but charged with lust. Both were already familiar with the delicious sensations that any scarce touch between them provided, but nothing compared to the anxiety build during foreplay. It was very, very good. Their bodies were tickling and hot, their hearts beating fast and their minds remembering all those times when they were together.

How glorious it was when they met.

It was a different, more intense sensation. Y/N didn’t understand why she wanted to cry and laugh out loud, like a crazy girl. The tossed their underwear out, surrendering to the bubbling desire. Ten put her hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly, making the frenzy an act of zeal. He leaned down to kiss her again, and from there, it was automatic. Y/N’s hip followed its own will and moved, showing exactly what it was looking for. The kiss became wet and some moans escaped not so quietly. Ten’s husky voice was the turning point for the princess.

“Come here.” He asked in a whisper.

Ten turned her on the bed and stood over her, waist between her legs. He entered without warning, fast and strong. A louder than expected groan left her throat, earning a chuckle mixed with a grunt from the prince. Y/N brought her hands to his back, dividing her attention between his shoulder blades and his dark, silky hair. With a love bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder, Ten started to move. Slow and intense, but picking up as the seconds passed by. Y/N already knew what to do to please him, so she devoted herself to his neck, trying to occupy her mouth with something other than “Oh, Ten” or scandalous moans. He grabbed one of her thighs and wrapped it around her waist, managing to reach deeper. Then, he was thrusting hard and fast. Y/N rolled her eyes and arched her back, forgetting about the whole world.

This was perfect.

Her stomach churned with several knots of pleasure, the peak of her orgasm reaching its maximum when Ten grabbed her face and kissed her urgently. Y/N felt the spasms in every cell, not knowing if she was able to enjoy her climax and kiss Ten at the same time. The prince continued to dive deeper until he too reached his release, making her want to get there again. Y/N slipped a hand to her swollen spot and began to rub it, tightening her muscles even more and listening to Ten’s sexy growls. And it worked.

Don’t ever let me come down from your love

From your love, from your love

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Ten examined his wife’s ankle, amused by the way she didn’t try to pretend that the tattoo was a “big deal”.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want to tell me that this was common in Agni.” She lowered her dress’ skirt. “It looks rather cute on my ankle, doesn’t it?”

“You look rather cute, indeed.”

“Not me, the tattoo you didn’t want to tell me about!” She grinned.

“Are we going to talk about this again?” He hugged her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, anyway, for accepting. I love you.”

“My pleasure.” Y/N waved her hand. “Love you more.”

Ten offered her a glass of water and a cookie, because she hadn’t eaten breakfast in her desperation to get the tattoo. The monk finished cleaning the room and excused himself, but as soon as he left, Ipek hurried in.

“Rani Y/N! Rani Y/N!”

“What is it, Ipek?” Y/N disengaged herself from Ten’s embrace and stood up.

“Samraat Bhima is here... And he didn’t come alone.” Ipek pointed to the window.

When she pulled the curtain, Y/N could see Vayu’s flags extending across a large part of the street, accompanied by some of Agni’s. She turned to Ten in a mixture of concern and joy. It was time to announce to the kingdoms what they had done. And to hope that love would be enough.

“Olum, findi, it looks like we have some nations to win back.” She grinned.

And hand in hand, they went out to face the nations of Air and Fire.

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Twins x Friend!Reader- Two Stars and The Sky

Hello!! Could u do stargazing with the twins? Just pure fluff. One where they sneak out of their own bday party with y/n and stargaze with them? Thank you

There was no doubt in your mind that Katie Bell could throw a party. Streamers were everywhere, the iconic red and gold of your best friends’ house were present but so were oranges and yellows, and you even think you saw a corner full of pink. You giggled as you watched Lee poke a balloon until it popped, the inebriated boy falling from the couch he was standing on with the shock of his toy self destructing before his eyes.

Fred helped him up with a dazzling grin and a “Watch yourself mate, next time you topple over like that you might turn my birthday into your deathday,”

You let their conversation bleed into the background noise of all the cheerful fifth years who were dancing about and mingling. You sipped at your drink and wrinkled your nose at it. You hadn’t even finished your first cup of firewhisky and you doubted you would.

Drinking was a part of every party in Gryffindor, and you didn’t mind the way it made you feel warm, didn’t hate the way it made your shoulders sag in relaxation. But you absolutely detested the taste. It was worse than drinking any potion Madam Pomfrey shoved down your throat after a nasty fall during a quidditch game or a prank gone terribly wrong.

“Not enjoying yourself?” Angie teased as you scowled into your cup.

“This is amazing, Katie should be proud of herself,” You said instead, handing her your half filled drink which she happily took and knocked back. Angelina beamed at you, her eyes sparkling and bright. No one loved a party like she did.

“She’d be proud if she wasn’t already asleep with her head in the toilet,”

“No! Is she really?” You giggled, going to follow Angie and see for yourself the state your friend was in but two sets of hands grabbed one arm each and you were pulled back.

“Sorry Ang-” Fred apologized.

“We need to borrow her,” George explained.

Angelina just rolled her eyes as the corner of her lips tugged up, grabbing Lee by the arm to show him Katie and maybe get some help in dragging her up to her dorm room.

“Where are we headed?” You whispered as you ducked your head through the hole in the wall, the Fat Lady muttering sleepy protests and you apologized gently to her- knowing it was well past midnight.

“Outside-”

“-want some air,”

You tsked at them but linked your arms with theirs as George took the lead in your chain, moving you all towards the passage that would lead you out of the castle and near the black lake. “Leaving your own party boys? For shame,” You teased a bit louder as you took the last few steps from the cold stone passage and into the chill night air.

Fred just shrugged but grinned, plopping down into the dewed grass, a content smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks from a long night of drinking, smiling, and laughing with his friends and much of the gryffindors in your year.

“Just want to spend some time with our favorite person,” George answered more honestly, squeezing your hand and tugging you down into the grass too so you were shoulder to shoulder between each boy, hands linked. Fred was soon to follow in interlacing his fingers with yours.

You found in the passing years that the twins were affectionate with everyone, they loved being near the ones they loved and you found it only more endearing as time went on. You also discovered that when they found something they truly liked, or someone in your case, you couldn’t be separated from them.

Lee had started the joke that you were their triplet and sitting there with them in the grass, stars twinkling above you, you thought he might be right. You were closer to them than you’d ever intended to be but you were immensely grateful for the boys. You were a found family even if you weren’t connected by blood.

“Penny for ‘em?” George asked, nudging his thigh against yours and it was only then you realized your skin had become ice and you had been outside, eyes glued to the stars, for much longer than you thought.

A misconception that many had of Fred and George was that they always had to be speaking, moving, clowning around. You got to see them in quiet moments that they used to only share with each other. Another misconception that had begun to circulate was that you were romantically involved with one or both (depending on which gossip you asked) of the twins.

However, you felt nothing but kinship and contentment as you sat between them. They were your dearest friends, not to discount the great love you felt for Katie, Angelina, and Lee. Growing up with your friends just meant that you were most often together rather than apart and it was something you never wanted to end and no romantic relationship could compare in your eyes, if anything you felt as if a romantic relationship with anyone in your friend group would dampen what you had now and you were more than content to stargaze with the twins and feel the familial and familiar weight of their hands in yours.

“Just happy I’ve got you two in my life,” You smiled at each twin, taking note of your favorite freckle on George’s nose and the funny cowlick that made Fred’s hair stick up in an odd spot on his head. “The universe planned you two very carefully I think, and no matter what anyone says you are both perfect to me and I couldn’t ask for better friends,”

“Can I have my penny back?”

“A little sappy Y/N, I feel I need to wash my hands now lest I feel sticky later,”

“Oh bugger off,” You snorted, trying to sit up in retaliation, as if you would actually leave, before Fred was pulling you back down and pressing a caring kiss to your temple.

“Nobody could be as perfect as us, but you come pretty close I suppose,” George played and Fred looked mock-thoughtful.

“If we are the stars, you’d be the sky that makes us shine brighter,” Fred tried to tease but as the words fell from his lips he realized with stark clarity that it was true and he felt his chest swell with appreciation for you.

George seemed to agree, swallowing a lump in his throat and tearing his eyes away from you. You were sat comfortably in the grass, hands now cold with the lack of shared heat but now folded over your stomach. You looked completely at peace and George was glad to see it. He never wanted he or his brother to drive you away.

“You two do that all on your own, now settle down and watch the stars with me,” You commanded with a bright smile that rivaled the gleaming full moon in radiance.

With an in sync, “Yes ma’am,” The boys were back to laying beside you, all three of you watching the stars blink against the inky veil of night that was slowly growing lighter as the time passed you by.

The three of you didn’t leave until the sun made her presence known, a sliver of gold on the horizon.

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snowpeawritings · 4 years

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You’re Safe

Claude/Khalid von Riegan x Reader

IT WAS HIS BDAY YESTERDAY AND I MADE THIS PIECE BC I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!! HAPPY BDAY TO THE DEER MAN

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Sexual content, PTSD cw, Verdant Wind spoilers

Claude-or Khalid for that matter-keeps many things to himself.

Despite the years you two have lived together; seeing another war happen, slaying your friends, your professor housing a god inside of their body, and marrying your house leader.

Oh gods, marrying your house leader.

You could never imagine living a married life with the Duke of Riegan. You still remember the time you and Claude pranked Seteth rearranging his entire office or the time you spiked Lorenz's special tea blends with stomach poisons. That's what it just is-you thought-prank partners that just wanted to have fun in the stuffy halls of Garreg Mach. A close ally when the burdens of war were too much. A friend when he had slain an old classmate.

A spouse to the King of Unification.

You were sure that the times you two spent together had solidified your bond with the mysterious man. Even when you two are happily married, there were some secrets that he'd still kept from you. Such as his true name. It honestly surprised you that Nader was the one who, albeit drunkenly, stated that Khalid von Riegan was his real name. Not even the newly-appointed Archbishop would tell you, or rather that they don't have much to tell you.

Heartbreaking talk aside, you accepted that Khalid would let his secrets out when he wanted it.

Right now, you have your husband with you as he finally announced to you that he was going to bed.

Him being the new Duke would lead him to travel across different places where inequality of different races are still apparent. His hard work had taken too much of a toll on his sleep schedule. With bags under his eyes and a stiffness on his shoulders, you tried to coerce your husband to rest.

You tried to ask Judith and she had prepared a basket full of exotic bath salts, flower petals, and oils that seemed to be worth more than your life. With your husband now with you, your night can finally go how you wanted it to go.

If only he didn’t take up half the space of the tub.

You nudged the knees jutting out of the water with your foot. “Give some space, hun, I want to get in the tub with you.”

He pouted his lips at you, looking at you using those puppy eyes that he would always use when he was in trouble. “But aziz-am, I thought this was my night?”

You remembered the pet name he said as you huffed. Taking a bottle full of scented oil, you poured a few drops in the water. It mixed with the bath salts and the flower petals that you added. The yellow petals were highlighted against the shimmering water as the heat from the candles were giving a warm feeling across your body. Along with the pecs that were floating above the water, the water sure looks inviting right now.

Kneeling down next to the tub, you leaned towards Khalid as you kissed his cheek. “You don’t want your spouse next to you in the tub?”

You continued to repeatedly kiss his cheek before leaning down to plant kisses to his neck. “You don’t want to see your lovely spouse naked in the bath with you?”

Khalid groaned slightly from above you as his fists tightened at the sides of the tub. Before you knew it, he dragged you inside the tub, not even minding the water splashing over the tub as you gasped at your clothes becoming wet.

“Why, you shouldn’t have darling!” He said above your panicked splashing. “You know me so well!”

You stuck your tongue at him, flicking a flower petal towards his face before stripping yourself of your wet clothes. It was a hassle due to it clinging to your skin but Khalid's appreciative hum made it all worth it.

With you completely naked, you leaned against the opposite end of the tub and glanced at Khalid's expectant stare. You raise one brow before gesturing to the empty space in front of you.

Like a child, he immediately went over to your side, water splashing about as he nestled himself on your chest. "Now this is the night that I deserve."

You flicked some water at him before massaging his temples. The oils made your hands smoother so it was easier to glide over his skin. He gave a relaxed groan, inching further to your body. Once his eyes closed, you drifted down from his head to his neck and shoulders where you knew most of his knots were at.

Feeling the tension, you worked them away as Khalid moaned at the sensation. "Gods, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

Your heart fluttered at his words before planting a kiss on his temple. "Every time you try to weasel yourself out of my wrath."

What came out of his mouth was either a laugh or a groan as his hand pinched the inside of your thigh. "Ease up on the insults or else I might just start tearing up on my special night."

You scoffed, wrapping your arms around Khalid's waist. "Oh hush, you big baby."

"Correction," he said before his hands covered your own, "I'm your fawn."

You giggled at his deer-related joke of the week before leaning against the tub once more. He gently exited from your hold before leaning above you, trapping you against the side as you stared up at viridian eyes that were full of hunger.

"I thought I was treating you?" You asked, already feeling the arousal welling up within you.

"You are treating me." He replied before planting a soft kiss on your lips. Almost uncharacteristic of him before leaving a nibble on your bottom lip. "You're my feast for this evening."

A shot of arousal spiked through your abdomen. Before you could say another word, he kissed you fully, making sure you feel his tongue move against yours as he moved around so that you were sitting on his lap. You felt the hard press of his cock against your inner thigh as you moaned.

Thus the night continued on.

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With your body still oh-so pleasantly thrummed with euphoria, you laid back against the soft sheets of the bed as you looked at Khalid. Well, the back of Khalid, but the fact that he was soundly asleep next to you brought your mind peace.

Your eyes honed in on the healed scars that littered across his back. Some were already healed and were left as pale lines in contrast to his skin. Others still ran deep (you tried to ignore the most recent ones courtesy of your nails), almost deadly when you realize that he could've died hadn't Marianne or the Professor got to him in time.

Some scars, you realized, that you weren't there to see.

You recounted the times that Khalid had scarcely stated his past. Most of the time, it was said in jest. Others, it was either in mysterious phrases that only Khalid seemed to know. You knew that he had a tough time as a child due to him being a half-Almyran, even more so as an adult. His dream of unifying the rest of the countries was a steep one but one that Khalid was determined to conquer. Even though he had left you after his proposal at the Goddess Tower, you had continued to support his dream where you are. Any help that you do to support his dream is enough for you.

Remembering those moments, you sighed happily into your pillow, happy that you were able to help his dream. You inched closer to his back, wanting to feel his warmth as you’ll sleep with your husband. You lifted an arm to wrap around his waist for you to feel his body.

The jolt that followed had you fully awake. Khalid was fully sitting up, body trembling as his hand searched for something underneath his pillow. Your arm shot out to try and calm him down but he didn’t seem to register that you were touching him.

You looked at his face, trying to ask him what was wrong until you saw his eyes. His verdant eyes that you’ve loved so much were shrunken and shaky. Looking at his arm, which was still busy trying to find whatever was under his pillow, you held his shoulders as you sat up. “Khalid?”

He didn’t hear you. He continued to shakily reach out for whatever he was searching under his pillow. You felt sweat running down his face and neck as your heart palpitated. With no other option, you struggled to sit on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

With your forehead pressed against his, you yelled his name. When he flinched, you yelled his name once more, shaking him off of his episode as tears welled in your eyes.

Is this what Khalid had to go through for so long?

How long had he had to protect himself even from sleeping?

The tears flowed freely now, crying his name when his shaking stopped. His eyes slowly became focused now as they stared back at your own. His hand was still under his pillow but his other hand was suspended in the air.

Your hand moved to smooth his cheek. “Khalid… You’re safe.”

His breathing was still uneven but he seemed to respond to you now as both of his arms wrapped around your body. He didn’t say anything.

You pushed back his matted hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe, Khalid.”

One last breath out of Khalid before he relaxed into your hold. He held that small moment of peace before he leaned back with you, his back hitting the bed. He held his arms tighter around you, finally relaxed from his trauma but not wanting to let go of you quite yet.

Your husband is safe with you.

“You’re safe with me, Khalid. Now rest.”

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infested-tea · 3 years

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Monoma x Tetsutetsu Bday One-shot

I missed his birthday! FUCK!!! Ok. Happy late birthday Monoma!

Also some line breaks are off bc Tumblr is being a shithead.

Also, Tetsutetsu is trans bc I headcanon him as that and is mid transition so...

I love this ship so fucking much and it’s great.

Warning for: A bunch of fluff! Little bit of angst Monoma, a mention of abuse,

Also, these two will be dating throughout High School and are now adults, takes place one year after graduation.

Alright let’s go!

Favorite Places

Tetsutetsu let out a sigh. He stared at his beautiful boyfriend lying on his chest. He held him tighter with a hum.

The two spent the night together in Neito’s apartment. The blond said he had been feeling lonelier than normal lately. So, of course Tetsutetsu had to come. It was the manliest thing to do!

The sun outside was beginning to peak its yellow face out from behind the blinds. Tetsutetsu grabbed his phone, he saw a text from Kendo.

Big Fist: Did you forget Monoma’s birthday?

Tetsutetsu felt a rush of panic. It completely slipped his mind! He didn’t even have a gift! Usually, Neito would love being spoiled and would remind him every year so Tetsutetsu could do it. Strangely, he didn’t this year.

Iron Hide: ...Maybe...

Big Fist: You did. Oh lord. Tetsu, you better find something to please him. You know how he gets.

Iron Hide: I know... I promise! I’ll make it the best ever.

Big Fist: You better. He’s a lil’ shit buts he’s out lil’ shit.

Big Fist: He’s been kinda off recently. Has he told you anything?

Iron Hide: No. He told me yesterday to come over. He’s been really distant lately.

Tetsutetsu heard Neito shift with a sigh. Tetsutetsu quickly texted Kendo goodbye before smiling down at the blond on top of him. Neito’s blue eyes fluttered open, being greeted to a toothy grin from a silver-haired iron shark.

“Morning, Neito!” Tetsutetsu greeted cheerily. Neito hummed in response, snuggling closer to Tetsutetsu’s face and kissing his cheek. Tetsutetsu felt his face warm up. He heard the blond chuckle.”Morning.” He smiled sleepily.

Tetsutetsu loved mornings like this. It was the one time Monoma was Neito, instead of just Monoma. He would smile easier and was so much more relaxed. And then they had to go out into public, and Monoma changed. His shell came back.

Now, Monoma had become less of an egotistical, slightly unhinged maniac. But, the facade of “I’m better than you” never truly dropped away fully unless Monoma was comfortable being Neito around you.

And Neito trusted no one more than iron boy. And Tetsutetsu knew that, and promised himself he would never betray it.

Tetsutetsu kissed Neito’s forehead with a smile.”I love you. So much.” He mumbled. Neito’s face went beat red at his words. He pouted.”Unfair...” He protested. Tetsutetsu giggled. He always did that whenever the silver-haired boy said those magic words.

Neito sighed contently.”I love you too.” Tetsutetsu beamed at him. He wrapped his arms around Neito’s smaller frame and cuddled him. Neito felt his face redden as he was buried deeper into his boyfriend’s chest.

Everything was quiet for a moment, Tetsutetsu softly stroking the blond’s soft hair and Neito refusing to show his face. Until, the blond’s hold on his boyfriend’s shirt tightened. Tetsutetsu’s gaze immediately shot to the blond in worry. “What’s wrong?” Tetsutetsu asked.

Neito mumbled something that was muffled by the shirt. Tetsutetsu repeated the question.”I said nothing!” He snapped.

Tetsutetsu went quiet. He looked at Neito with sad puppy-dog eyes.”I’m sorry... I’ve just been worried. You’ve been... off the past couple of days.”

Neito looked away from Tetsutetsu, biting his thumb. Something he usually did when he was overthinking. Tetsutetsu sat up and cradled Neito.”You’ve been weird the past couple of days, baby... It scares me when you don’t tell me what’s bother you. You know I’m always here for you and-“

Tears burst out of Neito eyes. Tetsutetsu instinctively burst forward and trapped Neito in a tight, protective hug.

Neito sobbed for what felt like forever. And all Tetsutetsu could do was rock back and forth gently and run his fingers through the blond’s hair comfortingly.

After a while, Neito’s shoulders stopped heaving and his breathing became steadier. A few tears still slipped down his face, but Tetsutetsu kissed them away.

Neito held onto Tetsutetsu tightly.”My dad...” Was all he mumbled out. Tetsutetsu felt a familiar spark of anger at the mention. He looked at Neito worriedly, inspecting him.”He didn’t lay a hand on you did he? What happened? Are you ok?” Tetsutetsu stopped at the last question. He clicked his tongue.”Well... obviously not. But that’s not the point!” Tetsutetsu grabbed Neito’s chin so he would look at him. The blond’s red, tear-stained face and puffy eyes made his chest ache. And his own dad did this. Though Tetsutetsu himself was all to familiar with parents like Monoma’s.

Neito shook his head. He wiped his eyes furiously. Tetsutetsu knew how much Monoma hated crying. He thought he looked ugly when he did.

Tetsutetsu moved the blond’s hands, taking them in his and rubbing his boyfriends palms with his thumbs. Neito didn’t look at him. He was quietly sobbing at this point. Tetsutetsu laid a kiss on Monoma’s lips.

“Hey. You’re with me today, ok? It’s just me and you. All day.” Tetsutetsu reassured, wrapping his arms gently around Neito in a hug. Neito gripped onto the silver-haired boy’s shirt as if Tetsutetsu would float away if he didn’t.

“So, what happened?” Tetsutetsu asked. Neito felt tears threaten to overflow again. Tetsutetsu rested a hand on his blond hair, shushing him quietly. Neito quieted down to a whimper. He refused to look at his boyfriend, burying his trash face in his shirt.

“My dad... he...” Neito trailed off, his voice went from a sob to pure rage.”When I told him I wouldn’t spend dinner with him for my birthday instead of you, he started yelling at me. Going on about how filthy I was for being a queer and how stupid I was for thinking I was with a man over a women.” His eyes darted to Tetsutetsu, full of desperation.”You are a man! You’re my prince! And I tried to tell him that you are a boy, no matter what a damn peace of paper says, and he kept going on and on about how stupid I was. And how you were fucking pathetic. I couldn’t take it anymore! I couldn’t deal with it.” Neito’s voice became like ice.”I don’t care anymore if he insults me or hits me. But if he brings you into it...” Neito gritted his teeth, looking down, gripping onto Tetsutetsu until his knuckles were white.”I get so mad... I get so fucking angry. And I couldn’t... I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I had to walk away. Like you guys always tell me to do. But he kept following me and insisting I was an issue, and calling you all this fucked up bullshit. The bastard... I tried defending you, Tetsu! I really did! But it was to much. He cut me... even when I tried to walk away. I tried to run. And I did... and I felt like such a fucking coward...” Neito trailed off, looking away in shame from his boyfriend.

“Neito...” Tetsutetsu pulled the smaller boy into a tight hug, catching the blond off guard.”Don’f listen to that bastard! You’re amazing! And beautiful! And incredible! And the fucking manliest man ever and I love you so much! I’m so sorry you’re dad doesn’t see that!” Tetsutetsu nuzzled into Neito’s neck. He heard Monoma let out a faint chuckle, he felt a hand on his silver hair. Neito sniffed.”Thank you, Tetsu.”

The silver-haired boy kissed Monoma’s forehead.”Of course!” Neito smiled softly to himself. Tetsutetsu chuckled, nuzzling Neito’s face with his own. Neito’s face was beet red.

Tetsutetsu chuckled, laying his forehead against the blond’s.”You’re so cute.” He mumbled. Neito ruffled Tetsutetsu’s hair.”I feel like you’re addressing the wrong person.” He replied smoothly. Tetsutetsu laughed, blushing.”Hey, Neito. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday today? You always do. You know how much of an airhead I am.” Tetsutetsu muttered.

Neito eyes widened.”Why? It’s my birthday? I completely forgot...” Neito breathed. Tetsutetsu eyes widened in alarm. He tackled Neito in a hug.”You forgot you’re own birthday... That’s how much this was bothering you, huh?” Neito nodded. Tetsutetsu kissed Monoma on the cheek.”Y’know, Imma spoil you today! Even more than I did last year! This is gonna be the best birthday ever for you!” He stated determinedly.

Neito looked at Tetsutetsu shyly with a small smile.”You better.” He mumbled. He kissed his cheek and wrapped his arms around Tetsutetsu’s neck.”Though I don’t know how you can top this.” Neito commented.

Tetsutetsu puffed out his chest.”I am gonna try. A man conquers any challenge full force!” He announced proudly. Neito ruffled his hair and kissed him.”Yeah... just don’t rush in head first this time.” He joked. Tetsutetsu hugged Neito tightly.”I thought you liked that about me...” he pouted. Neito sighed, rolling his eyes.”I do. But I also need to reign in your worst habits.”

Tetsutetsu narrowed his eyes at him. Neito booped his nose.”Come on. Get ready.” Neito walked out of the room, Tetsutetsu watching him go with a blush. Neito often wore booty shorts to bed and... well...

Neito leaned out of the door to see Tetsutetsu staring off into space. He sighed.”Lovely. You need to get ready and stop staring at my ass.” Neito left before his voice came out from the hall.”And remember to brush your hair.”

Tetsutetsu took a couple minutes to get ready. Throw on a binder, a baggy shirt, and sweats. And some basic hygiene. While Neito, took twenty minutes.

But, Tetsutetsu was a patient soul. And he knew Monoma liked putting on make-up in the morning. At least he didn’t take an hour like during pride.

Neito came out, hair done and face pretty. He wore a casual shirt with a black jacket and pants. Tetsutetsu felt himself blush. Frankly, Neito looked great in anything. And this was no exception.

“Alright, where too then? Since you’re spoiling me.” Neito asked innocently. Tetsutetsu thought for a moment. He would say the arcade, because then he could win Monoma a plushie. As it is a tradition for Tetsutetsu to get him one every once in a while. And by that, that means about every few months.

But he needed to go above and beyond. He hit his hand into his fist at an idea. He grabbed Neito by the hand and dragged him out of his apartment and down the road. Tetsutetsu was a hero. And his paycheck had come in for the month.

“W-where are we going?” Neito asked.”You’ll see!” Was all his boyfriend replied, smiling to himself.

Neito followed quietly when the two arrived at a fancy looking restaurant. It was a high tower, glass walls at the top of the building. Normally, you would have to book a reservation. But heroes had special access as long as they paid a little extra.

Neito looked at Tetsutetsu in surprise. Tetsutetsu was probably the polar opposite of Monoma when it came to what they prefer to dates. A date to Tetsutetsu was the gym or just cuddling at home watching a movie. To Neito, it was a fancy dinner and also cuddling at home.

So, for them to come to a place like this, took Neito off guard. Tetsutetsu seemed to realize something.”Oh... I nearly forgot.” He looked at Neito thoughtfully.”You want me to call Aoyama, Kendo, Ojiro, and Shinso over?”

Neito thought for a moment. He hugged Tetsutetsu from behind.”No. I just want you today.” He mumbled. Tetsutetsu hummed. He patted Monoma on the head.”Alright.” He replied warmly.

The two walked in, Tetsutetsu getting a table after a bit of begging. Although neither of them were dressed to fit the scene, maybe Monoma, Tetsutetsu on the other hand...

Although, Monoma didn’t really cared about the stares of the waiters or the customers. Neither were popular heroes. Not yet anyway. But it was only year 1. They had plenty of time.

Tetsutetsu however, was shrinking back underneath the intense, judgemental gaze. Neito never knew why it was judgement that Tetsutetsu was afraid of. He was so laid back and sociable all the time, it was a stark contrast.

Monoma started leading Tetsutetsu around the restaurant. He squeezed his boyfriends hand gently. Tetsutetsu seemed to snap out of his gaze. He walked closer to Monoma who led them to the elevator to the top floor. It was more private up there, and Tetsutetsu paid even more than he would’ve to sit up there.

Because there, you could see the entire city. Even if it was just midday, it was still a pretty sight. And it was Monoma’s favorite spot anywhere. Well... almost. It was a close third. There were two more.

Tetsutetsu and him sat in a booth far away from the few people that were already there. Neito looked at Tetsutetsu gratefully. Under the table, he took Tetsu’s hand and intertwined their fingers. He rested his head on the taller boys shoulders. Tetsutetsu felt himself blush profusely.

The waiter come over and seemed to stare at the two. Neito shot up, but kept his hand on Tetsutetsu’s. The two quickly ordered their food. Tetsutetsu of course, trying to order anything with spinach in it. Monoma getting his own french cuisine.

The two ate, and ended up talking, mostly Tetsutetsu going on about work and other things while Neito ended up complaining about 1A or a comic he read that day.

It was almost dusk by the time they finished. Neito sighed to himself.”Time truly does fly.” He commented, looking as the sky was just beginning to turn pink. Tetsutetsu was stuffing cake in his face. Neito gave him a sideways glance and he paused, fork in mouth. He smiled at Neito and Neito felt himself blush.

“We should get going. It’s getting late.” He mumbled. Tetsutetsu nodded in response.

The two got out to the street, the sun dipping down into the horizon. Tetsutetsu looked at it, than at Neito. The blond’s eyes were fixed to the sky, the colors reflecting in those already beautiful blue orbs.

Tetsutetsu thought again for a moment. Since they took so long eating, well... dinner would probably be skipped. At least for Monoma. He was always so picky when it comes to overeating.

“So, what now?” Neito asked. Tetsutetsu hummed cheerily, leading Neito to the docks. Neito followed quietly and curiously, unknowing of Tetsutetsu’s brilliant plan.

It was a bit of a walk, Neito’s feet started hurting by this point, when they approached a warehouse. Neito looked at it in suspicion.

Tetsutetsu hummed to himself as he opened the door. The two climbed to the roof, where Neito felt his stomach churn.

Neito’s second favorite spot was a double-edged sword. At one hand, he got to watch the sunset. On the other hand...

Monoma looked the ground. It was at least 2 stories below him. He gripped Tetsutetsu’s arm, feeling himself get sick. Tetsutetsu held him tight.”Hey. It’s ok. I won’t let ya fall.” Tetsutetsu soothed. Monoma nodded.

He glanced out from between Tetsutetsu’s arms as he was sat on the taller boy’s lap. He felt his boyfriend’s warmth against his own, soothed by the tight arms. He let out a shaky breath as he leaned back and stared at the sunset.

The sun was peaking its head, dipping it into the sea, lighting the sky aflame with oranges, reds, and yellows all blending together as if a painter took a brush to it themself. Neito closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the sea mixed with Tetsutetsu’s breathing. He snuggled into Tetsu’s chest. He felt Tetsu’s arms wrapped around him tighter, nuzzling into the blond’s hair with a happy sigh.”I love you.” He mumbled.

Monoma suddenly remembered the feelings he had for the past month. The guilt he had for not defending Tetsu like he should’ve.”Tetsu... I love you too but...” He looked away from the iron-quirked boy.

Tetsutetsu felt a tug of fear in his heart.”What’s the matter?” He asked, eyesbrows furrowed. Neito sighed.”I still... I’m guilty I didn’t defend you... from my dad. It pisses me off. He pisses me off. I don’t...” Neito felt tears well up.

Tetsutetsu hugged Neito tightly.”It’s ok, Neito. And hey... you walked away like you’ve been told too. I’m proud of you for that. I know stuff like that is hard. But I’m so damn proud of you. And we don’t have to listen to that damn bastard and his dumbass opinions. We’re happy and that’s all that matters, alright Neito?” Tetsutetsu looked at the blond with a glance full of all his love, passion, and affection he had for him and then some. Neito felt his heart flutter at the gaze. Tears streamed down his face at his words. He smiled as he hugged Tetsutetsu.

This was his favorite place anywhere. In the arms of the one he loves most, and the one who loves him most.

Tetsutetsu looked at him in alarm.”Are you ok? You’re crying again.” Neito kissed Tetsutetsu on the lips, in a brief but sweet kiss. Neito wiped his eyes.”Yeah, I’m fine.” His make-up was probably messed up at this point, but he didn’t care.

“Tetsu... My Prince. Love of my life. Thank you.” Monoma whispered earnestly. Tetsutetsu smiled at him softly. He planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Of course.” Tetsutetsu hugged him.”I’m so proud of you. How strong you are. How brave. How incredibly beautiful. Everything.” Tetsutetsu felt his breath caught in his throat as the sun reflect off of Monoma’s face like a perfect picture painted by a skillful hand. His make-up was messed up and eyes red. But he was beautiful nonetheless.

Neito out his forehead against Tetsu’s as the silver-haired boy kept mumbling his praises. Neito shushed him by putting a finger to his lips.”Hush and look at me.” Tetsutetsu’s face was red as he did so. ‘So close.’ He thought.

Neito kissed his lips.”I’m proud of you too, lovely.” He whispered. Tetsutetsu beamed at the praise.

Neito laughed again at him. And the two stayed there for the rest of the time, watching stars for the sky.

Neito was in his favorite place on earth now.

Home.

Home, for him, was Tetsutetsu, and he would always appreciate that.

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decembercamiecherries · 5 years

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I don’t have anything specific written for Gon’s bday, but..........I can at least post this little snippet from an unpublished work of mine. Happy birthday wild child, thank you for completely uprooting my live <3

Killua blinked a few times, willing the sleep out of his eyes. Gon was still fast asleep, which was something an enigma to Killua. Gon was usually the one who got up before the crack of dawn. Killua, on the other hand, did his absolute best to never wake up before nine o’clock.

But Killua was also cursed with being a light sleeper. He couldn’t count the number of times Gon’s snoring alone had woken him up. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise that Killua was the one whose dreams had been interrupted.

It was still way too fucking early, though. And not even the fake morning rays peeking through the closed blinds of Gon’s windows was enough to cheer him up.

Killua reached up to rub his eyes, yawning. Gon’s windows? he thought to himself through the drowsiness still lingering in his mind. Was this even Gon’s room, anymore? Killua spent more nights here than he did with Alluka, after all…

Carefully Killua lifted his arms out of the sheets, moving slowly to avoid waking Gon, and settled back down with his cheek pressed against his crossed forearms. He stared at Gon for a several long moments, simply gazing at his peaceful expression.

Gon was a handsome man in many ways. The freckles sprinkled across his cheeks were charming in their inconsistency, much like Gon himself. His skin was a smooth bronze and scattered with faint scars Killua still knew nothing about. His nose was round just like his cheeks, a startling contrast to his coarse spikes of dark brown hair.

Everything about Gon radiated a certain warmth, from his smile to his dimples and the gold of his eyes. Even just watching Gon made Killua want to inch closer, to suck up that light and genuine care Gon gave out to every person he met. Gon had introduced Killua to more Hunters the past few days than Killua would ever remember, and each of them treated Gon like he was their most precious friend. How far did Gon’s influence reach, if he knew all these people?

There was no way to know. It didn’t matter much, anyway. Gon would do what Gon wanted to do because that was just who Gon was. And Killua…

And Killua liked him. For all those things, and more.

The Zoldyck slowly reached out, holding his breath, and lightly rested his hand on Gon’s jaw. He thumbed Gon’s skin as something soft and vulnerable fluttered in his chest. Gon was handsome, loved, and honest to a fault. It was a genuine mystery him how Gon could ever be interested in a broken, cold person like Killua.

A pressure started to build behind Killua’s eyes. A burning. It hurt, made Killua’s throat raw. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the stinging and tried to focus back on Gon’s face. Gon’s thick eyelashes. Gon’s perfect lips. Gon.

Gon did something to him, Killua thought as he swallowed around the lump in his throat. Gon had...completely uprooted Killua’s life. And yet, Killua never felt safer than when he was in Gon’s bed, in Gon’s arms.

Killua withdrew his hand, turning away to bury his face into his pillow. He groaned quietly against the soft cotton. Even with no one watching, the mortification that came with such tender thoughts made his skin grow hot as wax and his stomach churn. If he reacted this way now—without anyone to even hear him—would he ever be able to tell Gon that?

Killua gritted his teeth. “Stupid,” he muttered, voice muffled by the pillow. Why was he even worrying about this right now? Who knew if he’d ever want to tell Gon any of that...

“Who’s ‘tupid, Keewuah?”

Killua started. He whipped his head around, heart hammering, to find Gon’s sleepy, golden eyes trained on him.

Killua’s cheeks grew warm. “J-Jeez, Gon, don’t scare me like that!”

“‘M sorry,” Gon mumbled groggily. He rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand and the single strip of sunlight fell across his arm. Killua tried not to stare. Really, he did. But when Gon lowered is arm to turn that dazzling beam of his on Killua, he couldn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from fluttering inside his gut.

Killua shook his head, fighting down his deepening blush. “Yeah, right.” He relaxed back onto his folded arms, snuggling under the sheets a bit. “You always get a kick out of scaring me.”

Gon’s smile turned sheepish. “Only a little…”

“You really suck at lying, Gon.”

Laughter burst out of Gon. It was a musical sound, one Killua wished he could capture in a bottle and play on repeat during the days that weren’t so bright, or peaceful, as this golden morning.

Gon giggled, “I can’t help it, you make the best reactions!”

Killua rolled his eyes. He reached over to pinch Gon’s cheek, hard. He said loudly over Gon’s shrill whine, “That doesn’t mean I enjoy it, idiot!”

“Ahhh—AH, Keewuwah! That hurts—!”

Killua let Gon go with a huff. “Baby,” he said, but the insult had no bite.

He started to pull back, but Gon was quick to snag Killua’s hand. He laced their fingers together and held on tight. He lifted Killua’s knuckles to his lips and Killua sucked in a sharp breath, heart stuttering.

“Why’re you up so early?” Gon murmured against his pale skin and glanced up at Killua through his eyelashes. “You never wake up before me.”

Killua shrugged awkwardly, trying his best not to show how flustered Gon’s light kiss made him. It was kind of ridiculous how easily Gon could cause Killua’s emotions to switch from sad to irritated to melting with just a few simple motions. It took all of Killua’s willpower to keep those emotions off his face.

“Not sure,” he answered and was proud at the steadiness of his voice. Even Gon’s gentle rubbing of his calloused thumb against the back of Killua’s hand wasn’t enough to make him waver, if just barely. “I just...woke up, sort of?”

“Hmm,” Gon hummed. “And what were you doing? Just laying here? You could’ve gotten me up, too.”

“You barely get enough sleep as it is,” Killua retorted, only half joking. The dark circles under Gon’s eyes were more than enough to prove his statement correct. “And I was fine, honestly.”

Gon looked at him curiously. “Really? But, weren’t you bored?”

“No. I was—” Killua almost stopped himself, because his next words were sure to be nothing but mortifying, but he couldn’t stop now, not with those honey eyes on him, turning his insides to mush and making his heart to soar, “—I was, uh. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?” Gon repeated and Killua nodded, his head bobbing jerkily against the pillow.

“Y-Yeah. Thinking about...about you. About us.”

That caused Gon’s eyebrows to raise. “Us, huh?”

“Mhm.” Killua averted his gaze, trying to escape Gon’s intense stare. He could feel his skin darkening with a blush again and it was annoying, god, why couldn’t he stop blushing for more than five seconds?

“Were the thoughts good, at least?” Gon asked him.

“Kind of?”

“Killua.” Gon sounded amused this time. “You’re avoiding the topic.”

He reached out to brush Killua’s bangs out of his face, to idly straighten Killua’s chaotic mess of silver curls against the pillow. Killua let out a long breath at the unhurried, gentle touch. Gon was patient with him. But he requested honesty in return. And that was still something Killua was learning to give.

“They weren’t bad thoughts,” Killua finally said, after a minute of Gon’s fingers carding through his hair. “I was just...thinking how this room isn’t really yours, anymore.”

Gon laughed again and Killua’s heart lurched toward the sound. Gon was grinning widely when he said, “Yeah, you’re kind of right. That’s okay though, I like sharing a room with you!”

“Y-You don’t mind?” Killua stammered and Gon shook his head adamantly.

“‘Course not! I’d always hoped that I’d find someone I liked enough to sleep with.”

—aaaaand there it was: the overwhelming embarrassment that made Killua want to crawl under the sheets and die.

“G-Gon!” Killua sputtered, his stomach twisting into knots, but Gon simply smiled back at him. “You! You can’t—you can’t just say stuff that, I’ll explode—”

“You can’t explode from me just saying things, Killua,” Gon said, smirking, and Killua threw his pillow at Gon’s face.

“You,” he growled while Gon squawked. “Are going. To kill me.”

Gon was sniggering when he pulled the pillow off. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Killua’s forehead. He was rolling away and swinging his legs over the side of the bed before Killua could do so much more than sputter.

“We should get breakfast!” Gon said cheerfully as he reached down to swipe his shirt off the floor. He sent a radiant smile over his shoulder at the still-frozen Killua. “Get changed, the sooner you get ready the sooner we can eat!”

Killua let out a shuddering breath, then covered his blazing face with his hands. Mornings with Gon were never boring. That much was certain.

#dc writes #killugon #hunterxhunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #aged up au #happy birthday gon #^-^#I'll still post my writing here btw #just not any other posts

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t0ngue-tech · 6 years

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Within Reach

↠flufffff, collegeAU, pianist!yoongi↞

word count: 6.3k

↠oneshot↞

a/n: hey demons. it’s me. ya girl. this is a BELATED bday gift for yoongi LOL. i know it’s not All Yours but i hope you enjoy it anyways :D

“Jimin, you’re telling me that Yoongi—Yoongi—knows how to play the piano?” You exclaimed whilst emptying a small packet of sugar into your cup of coffee.

“Yeah. He’s been playing since forever-ever.” Jimin took a large bite out of his breakfast burrito and spoke in muffled sentences. “His mother has a small music academy for vocal training and instrument lessons.”

You scrunched your nose at the way your friend chewed his food, but nodded politely.

It was a beautiful spring morning, so it was decided that you and Jimin were going to have breakfast under a tree somewhere on campus. Being a creative writing major, there was one thing you were lacking in that moment: creativity. You had a paper that was due in three weeks and just like many college students, you didn’t start it yet. There was a pit of creativity inside of you that was begging to bloom, but you were having a difficult time trying to water it.

Jimin suggested that you learn something new to spark something inside of you, specifically learning to play an instrument. The idea didn’t sound so bad. It gave you the idea to write about the beauty of playing an instrument and how it’s an art form in itself. But again, the only problem you were facing was that you were a broke college student and you couldn’t afford to pay for lessons. Thankfully, Jimin dropped some news on you that was a bit shocking.

Your mutual friend, Min Yoongi, knew how to play an instrument. The reason why it was shocking news was because based on his lethargic and quiet demeanor, he didn’t seem like the type to play. He was a dj on the campus radio and he was also torn between two majors: music and business. You had suggested he double majored and his exact words were do you want me to die?

Yoongi was a stranger you met at the library during one of your shifts. Jimin instructed you to wake up a friend of his and when he didn’t specify who, all he said was he’s probably all the way in the back cubicle with his head in his textbook; Jimin got it all down to a T. Ever since then, you occasionally joined Yoongi and Jimin on group study dates or for a quick bite at the local eateries. Even if Yoongi was fairly quiet, he was very observant of his friends and was comfortable with the people he was close to. He quickly became a good friend of yours and you were looking forward to getting to know him more because there was so much mystery that shrouded him and it made you curious.

“So? Are you going to ask him?” Jimin waved his breakfast burrito in front of your face.

“Maybe. I don’t know–can you please just–I’m wearing white and there’s hot sauce in your burrito.”

↠↞

‘Maybe’ and ‘I don’t know’ turned into a text message that read: hey, yoongi. can we meet at the cafe around 5? i have something i need to ask you.

It really wasn’t your intention to text him, but after hours of an internal debate you finally made the decision to learn how to play the piano. In your whole life, you’ve touched a piano a couple of times because you had a cousin who knew how to play. He only ever taught you basic things but it never stuck with you because of your lack of interest at the time. You were hoping Yoongi was going to agree to tutor you because you envisioned what your paper was going to look like and it looked beautiful in your head.

You swirled the ice around inside of your plastic cup and took a short sip of your coffee. It was only one minute past five and you were jumping to conclusions thinking that he wasn’t going to come. There was a light shove to your shoulder and Yoongi turned up from behind and sat down in the seat in front of you. His black hair fell over his eyes and he wore his usual I-look-like-I’m-suffering-but-I’m-really-fine facial expression.

“Your text seemed urgent.” Yoongi spoke slowly.

“Well yeah, considering my paper is due in two weeks.”

“This is about homework?” You nodded. “I’m not a creative writing major y/n—oh god, let’s not talk about majors. My mother called last night to ask about my major and I was on the phone with her for almost two hours talking about it.”

You laughed at the stressed out look he had. “I just need some inspiration for my paper and I heard from a promising source of mine that you play the piano.”

Yoongi stared at you for a few seconds because not many people knew that he had a passion for playing the piano. Of those people, there was only one person who was a friend of the both of you. “Jimin told you?”

You leaned back in your seat and took a long sip from your iced coffee. “I can’t expose my source of information. Sorry, Yoongi.”

He chuckled and scooted his seat inwards. “You want to learn how to play?”

“Yeah. I love the sound of the piano and I want to know what the feelings a person gets when they’re sitting behind the keys and playing their favorite piece of music.” You didn’t realize how much you were smiling until you found Yoongi genuinely smiling back at you.

“Can’t I just explain it to you myself?”

You leaned back in and clasped your hands together. “No, Yoongi! I want to feel it myself, please?” He folded his arms across his chest and squinted his eyes at you, so you tried again. “Please, Yoongi?”

A sigh tumbled from his lips and he raised an eyebrow. “What am I going to get out of this?”

“I’ll give you ten dollars after each week and a small iced americano whenever we meet up.” You smiled sweetly at him, hoping your small bargain was going to influence his decision.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Make it 15 dollars if you get an A on your paper and 20 if you get anything less. Oh, and make the coffee a medium and you got yourself a deal.”

Your happiness was overflowing at Yoongi’s answer. So much so that you you jumped out of your seat and encircled your arms around his neck to give him a back hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou–thank you!” You sang into his ears. Yoongi just laughed and gently brushed your arms away before you could put him in a full headlock.

“Yeah, no problem. Just so you know, this is going to be in the way of me lying around.” He joked and stole your coffee away from you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were such a busy man.” Yoongi smiled at your sarcasm and stood up from his seat.

“Come on. Let’s go to the studio.”

↠↞

You’ve only ever been around the building of the radio studio, but never inside. It almost felt like you were walking through a room entirely made up of glass; you took little steps and kept your hands to yourself. Yoongi, on the other hand, bumped into mic stands and even knocked over a small box with blank discs inside. It was his own studio, afterall.

“You can go in the room over there,” he pointed to the area on the opposite side of the high-tech equipment. “All of the instruments are there for when we have students play live.” You followed his instructions and tiptoed around multiple wires and through the door.

The recording area was huge, considering the radio team had to keep a full drum set in there too. There were a bunch of instruments and amplifiers setup along the walls, it kind of terrified you because of how ignorant you were of anything in the musical instrument department. You sat down on the small bench that was seated behind the a long piano keyboard. Yoongi was on the opposite side of the glass window shuffling through papers and binders. Out of curiosity, you attempted to touch the piano keys and the mid-pitch startled you and Yoongi saw it all happen.

“It’s a piano not a monster, y/n.” He laughed. “It won’t bite you.” Yoongi took a seat on the space next to you and placed a music sheet on a stand. You stared at the black print on the piece of paper that looked a lot like foreign language to you. Did you really want to learn how to play the piano?

“You know what, Yoongi?” You began to stand. “Maybe piano isn’t right for me.”

“Hold—on.” Yoongi pulled on your sweater sleeve, making you sit back down. “This piece is fairly normal to play. It’s enough to make you feel that emotion that you’re searching for. Plus, I’m going to be getting free coffee from you, so there’s no way I’m going to pass that up.”

It was going to be a long and painful three weeks fitting in piano lessons into your schedule, but since Yoongi had complete access to the studio, he promised to have the lessons in the evening when it wasn’t busy. This whole thing was already making you anxious because you couldn’t go back to change the topic on your writing topic. You weren’t going to have enough time to write your paper if you changed your mind last minute. You were hoping Yoongi was as good as Jimin described because you were going to need as much help as you could get.

↠↞

You definitely needed all the help in the world.

Learning how to play the piano from your cousin was completely different from learning with Yoongi. Your cousin taught you how to play a song while Yoongi was starting all the way from the beginning. He was also teaching you how to read sheet music and forcing you to take notes on the different keys. Just like a teacher, he assigned you homework which was usually memorizing which key was what. It was extremely strict at first, but a week later, you got used to the routine you and Yoongi had.

You had classes everyday except for the weekend and Tuesdays and Thursdays. You worked in the library after your classes and in the mornings on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This made it easy for you to meet up with Yoongi in the evenings.

Yoongi’s class schedule was much more relaxed than yours. He had classes only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, but he worked in the studio everyday at six in the evening. He had planned to tutor you every other day and on those every other days, he would be receiving his iced americano.

You were meeting with Yoongi in an hour, so you spent your time curled up in a bean bag chair with Jimin opposite of you. He was studying for a midterm and you decided to keep him company to make time go by quicker.

“I see you keep checking the time.” Jimin smirked at you. “Are you that excited to see Yoongi?”

You glared at his smug facial expression. “No, Jimin. I’m just making sure I won’t let time get the best of me.”

“Mhm. Sure. So how is your lessons with him going?” Jimin asked, punching numbers into his calculator.

“It’s hard and a bit frustrating, but it’s fun. Yoongi is a great teacher.” You smiled and lightly tapped your foot against Jimin’s shoe.

“I bet he is.” Jimin chuckled and then raised an eyebrow. From the look of his face, you knew you didn’t want to hear what he had to say next. “Has he ever done that thing where he holds your hands or some shit like that?”

“Jimin.” You sighed. “He has, but if you’re hoping for a romantic drama scene, then you can get your head out of the clouds.”

Jimin pouted and you threatened to toss his shoe across the student lounge. “Why not?! You two look good together, you know. Even Taehyung agrees.”

You sat up straight and tilted your head. “Is this why you recommended I learn piano?”

He automatically put his hands up and laughed at your accusation. “No, of course not. The other day, Taehyung and I saw you and Yoongi leaving the coffee shop together. He was holding your backpack and you guys looked like a cute couple.”

The moment he was referring to happened two days ago and you recalled Yoongi offering to hold your bag because you looked tired. “Well, that’s all the action you’re going to be getting from the two of us.” Jimin dramatically gasped and clutched his chest. “I’ll see you later. Yoongi cleaned out the studio early.”

“Have fun, y/n!” There was a teasing tone in Jimin’s voice and you did everything in your power to not react to him.

↠↞

The walk to the radio studio seemed a lot faster than it usually was. It was probably because you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Jimin teased you. You and Yoongi were friends and you liked the way things were with him. Also, you never really thought about him romantically. Sure, you thought he was cute but that was as far your thoughts wandered off to. If these new thoughts were going to distract you from your tutoring, you made a vow to flick Jimin dead center on his forehead.

“Hey, sorry about the mess. We had a full band play today.” You didn’t even realize you were already standing in the large recording room of the studio. Yoongi stood there, untangling wires and was looking more handsome than usual in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans.

“It’s alright. Do you need any help?” You snapped out of it and set your bag down on the floor.

“Yeah, can you set aside some of the amplifiers and mic stands?” You obliged and quickly got to work and you were unaware as to how heavy some of the amps were.

Yoongi put things away at a brisk pace while you struggled to push certain items aside. He noticed your struggle and came to your aid with a chuckle.

“I got these. You can grab that blue binder over there. It has all the music sheets.” Yoongi pointed near the piano and carefully slid behind you. As he crept past you, he gently placed a hand on your lower back making you slightly jump at his touch. You quickly gathered yourself and strided towards the binder so you could sit behind the keyboard.

Park-fucking-Jimin. You were fuming on the inside. If Yoongi was to place a hand on your lower back the other day, you wouldn’t have mind. If Yoongi wore a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans the other day, it would have been like any other day for you. But thanks to your oh-so beloved friend, you were beginning to feel shy and distracted around him. This was not like you at all. If Jimin didn’t mention anything about you and Yoongi looking like a cute couple, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

“Alright, y/n. You definitely improved just in the course of one week.” Yoongi turned on the keyboard and took a seat a beside you. “Hopefully in two more weeks or less, you can find the feeling that you’re searching for.” He turned to smile at you and you sheepishly smiled back.

“Yeah and then I can finally start saving money again.” You laughed and avoided the twinkle in his eyes.

“Hey, at least I’m not charging you per hour.” Yoongi opened up the binder and placed it on the stand. “Try playing it from the beginning.”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself before playing because the last thing you wanted was to screw up after he just mentioned you were improving. You could feel your fingers shaking as you hovered them over the glossy piano keys, hoping that Yoongi wouldn’t notice. The first handful of notes came out perfectly, but as the second half of the intro came along, you fumbled on the keyboard and pressed different keys.

“I got this, I swear!” You opened and closed your hands a couple of times to stretch out your fingers.

“Hm, I think you need to relax a little bit.” Yoongi chuckled and stood up to stand behind you. He squeezed your shoulders a couple of times to try and help you “relax”, but in reality, he was only making you more nervous. “And curve your fingers some more.” Still standing behind you, he reached around to take hold of your fingers to curl them; you were so sure he could feel your fingers shaking. After what seemed to be hours, Yoongi finally released your fingers and sat down beside you, close enough to the point where your knees were touching.

You hated this. You hated yourself for reacting this way, but most of all, you hated Jimin.

↠↞

“Jimin, I fucking hate you.” You breathed out.

Jimin downed his shot of liquor and chuckled. “Did I do something wrong?”

You squinted at him and shoved your shot glass in his direction. “For the past week, all I could think about was oh, you and yoongi make a cute couple or whatever.” You spat out and dropped your head onto Jimin’s dining table. “All I wanted was to learn how to play the piano so I can do my paper, but now I can’t stop thinking about Yoongi and his beautiful hands.”

A faint laugh rumbled from Jimin’s throat as he refilled your shot glass. “But this is a great thing, y/n!” He tapped your shoulder and handed you the alcohol filled glass.

“I can’t fucking concentrate, Jimin.” You slurred. “I just want to hold his hands.”

How were you going to finish your paper at this rate? You were infatuated with many thoughts of Yoongi and how you wanted him to hold your hands whenever you made a small mistake reciting the piano piece. Your paper was due in one week and you only had one small paragraph that you weren’t even satisfied with.

“Oh, by the way, I also invited Taehyung and Yoongi over.” He blurted out nonchalantly and you grabbed Jimin by the shoulders, almost knocking over the bottle of whiskey.

“Why would you do that?!”

“Because I passed my hardest midterm yesterday so we’re celebrating, why else? And can you please get a hold of yourself Ms. Drunkass.” Jimin peeled your hands off of him and brushed strands of hair out of your eyes to make you look a little less drunk.

“No, why Yoongi? It’s already hard enough that I see him every other day. Today is Sunday! I don’t have lessons on Sunday!” A groan pushed past your lips as you slumped farther down in your seat.

“Just relax! Geez.” Jimin stood up from his seat to exit his small dining room. You were hoping he was going to head into the kitchen to grab another bag of potato chips, but you heard the faint sound of laughter and his front door unlocking instead.

Good grief. You sat up straight and tucked a couple locks of hair behind your ears. If Jimin had to fix your hair in the first place, you probably looked like a hot mess—or just a complete mess.

Jimin returned with three large boxes that carried the intoxicating scent of pizza. Taehyung and Yoongi followed close behind him with an extra bottle of alcohol. Your eyes unknowingly trailed Yoongi who looked absolutely gorgeous in sweats and a hoodie. His eyes met yours and before you could look away, he smiled fondly at you and waved. You were so sure the alcohol was the reason why your body was one hundred degrees, but Yoongi definitely had something to do with it as well.

“I’m surprised you passed that final considering how little time you spent studying.” Yoongi blurted out and automatically took the seat beside you.

“Hey. If you’re going to insult me, I’m going to kick you out of my apartment.” Jimin grimaced handed you a slice of pizza and a bottle of tabasco.

Yoongi put his hands up and chuckled. You blankly stared at his slim fingers that were now placed on the wooden surface of Jimin’s dinner table. Everything around you seemed to slow down at the sight of Yoongi’s hands. You almost didn’t hear him calling your name even if he was inches away from you.

“Y/n?” Yoongi called out. Your eyes slowly met his and the entire room shifted at a torturous pace. “Are you alright?”

“I—“ You stammered and sucked in a breath. “Sleepy.”

Taehyung sputtered at how quickly you answered and almost choked on his food. Jimin shook his head and forced out a laugh. In your dazed and drunken state, you weren’t even sure why your friends were laughing.

“She pre-gamed hard before you guys came over.” Jimin explained as he packed you slices of pizza for you to eat in the morning. “Come on, y/n. You can sleep in my room tonight.”

You quickly stood up from the table and pointed a finger at Jimin that stirred laughter from Yoongi. “No. I refuse! We live in the same apartment complex Chimin.” You slurred. “I’ll just go back to my place.” You were going to excuse yourself from the table until Yoongi shot up and stood behind you, holding you by your forearms.

“Whoa there. You are not walking there on your own.” He reached for the ziploc bag that contained your pizza. “I’ll take you.”

“Such a gentleman.” You sighed while Jimin and Taehyung exchanged mischievous looks.

“Go down to the fifth floor; she lives in 518.” Jimin smirked at Yoongi who was clearing the way for you to carefully walk around the table.

“Okay. I’ll be back—dammit, y/n. Wait for me!”

↠↞

The elevator usually took a while to arrive, so Yoongi had you leaning on his shoulder to support your weight. You were clutching tightly onto his sleeve, trying to fight the urge to sleep right then and there. There was a lingering scent of cologne mixed with fabric softener etched into the fabric and you couldn’t peel yourself away. You couldn’t tell if Yoongi was bothered by your drunk presence because he barely said a word to you and it was making you feel uneasy.

“Yoongi.” You exhaled and he hummed. “You smell so nice.”

The melody of his laughter filled your ears and you closed your eyes, wanting to hear more.

“Thank you. I just recently got new cologne.”

You stepped back away from him for a second and stared at him with heavy eyelids. Your blurry vision was making it hard to make out what kind of expression he was wearing.

“And you, yooooou, are also very nice.” Yoongi seemed to be taken back by your sudden compliment because he just smiled, cleared his throat, and avoided your eyes. “You’re so talented in the music department and you’re also very patient with me.”

“Thanks, y/n.” Yoongi shyly smiled at you and then anxiously stared at the elevator doors that were still not opening. “You’re also a nice person. You’ve been doing extremely well during the lessons.”

You pressed your back against the wall and joined him in staring at the elevator doors. “Honestly,” you mumbled. “I think I would be doing much better if you didn’t have such beautiful hands.”

“W-What?”

Right on cue, the elevator doors opened and you staggered forward into the square space. Yoongi followed in suit and caught you before you could face plant onto the floor.

“I have beautiful hands?” He questioned with a tint of blush on his cheeks.

“Mhm.” You pressed your forehead near his shoulder. “I really want to hold your hand.”

↠↞

The next morning came almost instantly, but you don’t even remember climbing into bed. The thoughts in your head swam around, failing to piece themselves to together. The last thing you could remember clearly was seeing Taehyung and Yoongi following Jimin into his kitchen—oh god, Yoongi.

Mondays meant morning and afternoon class, but who had time to go to a 10 am class with a hangover? Not you. This particular monday also meant the one thing you were dreading: piano lessons. You weren’t sure why, mostly because you barely remembered a thing, but you felt uneasy meeting up with Yoongi.

You sat up in your bed wearing your university hoodie over the t-shirt you wore last night. Confused and hungover, you slowly turned your head to your side table and spotted your phone, a tablet if aspirin, and a glass of water. Beneath those items was a sheet from one of your memo pads with small black scribbles on top.

I went through your medicine cabinet for the aspirin, if that’s alright. Stay hydrated throughout today because we still have lessons later on. See you later! -Yoongi

You held the memo sheet closer to your face to make sure you were reading things clearly. Yoongi was the one who took you home? Not Jimin? The messy thoughts of Jimin either offering to walk you back to your apartment or letting you stay over his place were jumbled in your head.

Speaking of the devil. Your phone lit up and you saw the multiple messages displayed on your screen. The messages mainly consisted of text messages from Jimin and one singular text from Yoongi. You were obviously more interested in the one from the latter.

[8:34] nim ignooy: Good morning y/n. You feeling okay?

How sweet.

[10:08] You: good morn yoongi. i feel like death. thank you for bringing me home last night! i hope i wasn’t a hassle

You weren’t expecting Yoongi to text back quick, but after reading two of Jimin’s texts that were capslock of your full name, you received a text back from Yoongi.

[10:09] nim ignooy: Lol at least you’re awake. No problem :) you almost fell asleep in your hallway, but other than that, you were fine.

Thank goodness.

Before replying, you decided to take a gander at Jimin’s text messages. It was a mixture of texts from last night and early this morning.

[Yesterday 11:39] park jimout: YOONGI IS TAKING YOU HOME.

[Yesterday 11:39] park jimout: I’m texting this because you’re drunk as fuck and who knows, what if you forget

[Yesterday 11:54] park jimout: 20 MIN LATER AND YOONGI ISNT BACK. WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING LOL

The smirking emoji attached to the end of that text made you chuckle. Jimin was something else.

[12:13] park jimout: Omg

[12:13] park jimout: Y/n

[12:14] park jimout: YOONGI SAID THAT YO U SAID YOU KEPT SAYING YUO WANTESD TO HOLS HIS HABD

[12:14] park jimout: YOU JUST DRUNK EXPOSEd yOURSELD AND I WSNT THERE TO WITNESS IT

[8:47] park jimout: Good morning Mrs Min. It’s a beautiful day to hold some hands huh?

[10:08] park jimout: I NEED SOME FORM OF AFFIRMATION THAT YOURE CONSCIOUS PLS

Almost immediately, you quickly tapped on his contact information and listened as the line rang once, twice—

“Finally! You were literally asleep for a thousand years, you know that?”

“Shut up.” You groaned and rubbed the middle of your forehead. “What the fuck exactly happened?”

“Alright, buckle up boys. First of all, Yoongi was almost dead ass back hugging you because you were pretty much falling over my furniture. Then 30 minutes flew by, Yoongi is back and was like ‘sorry, I needed to make sure she was sleeping okay.’”

A smile appeared on face at Jimin’s words. Yoongi was one of the most warmest and sweetest guys you ever met, despite his exterior being the complete opposite.

“So he sits down, staring at the pizza boxes, barely saying anything. Taehyung asks if anything happened and I swear to god, he was smiling from ear to ear and said ‘y/n said she wanted to hold my hand.’ Tae and I almost flipped shit.”

You quickly put Jimin on speaker so you could cover your face and fall back onto your mountain of pillows. He was smiling? Yoongi was smiling when he was talking about it?!

“You’re fucking with me.” You muffled behind your hands.

“Nope. I swear, y/n. Call Taehyung and ask him!”

A dry laugh slipped past your lips as you thought about your piano lessons later on during the day. Since Yoongi said that you were “fine” and not a hassle, does that mean you have to act like you don’t remember anything from last night? Oh great, just another reason for you to be nervous around him.

“Jimin, I don’t think I can face him today.” You breathed heavily.

“Nonsense. I know Yoongi and he probably won’t make things awkward unless you make it awkward first, so, just be cool.”

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t tell Yoongi you wanted to hold his hand.” You felt the pain pulsing in your head. “I’m hungover and exhausted, I’ll call you later Jimin.”

After ending the phone call, you rolled over to your side and silently screamed into your pillows. How the hell were you supposed to face Yoongi knowing damn well you embarrassed yourself?

↠↞

“You need relax, bro.”

While Jimin spoke nonchalantly, you were panicking in the office chair and breaking out into a cold sweat. Yoongi was meeting with group mates to discuss a presentation they had to do tomorrow, so he texted you saying that he was going to keep the studio unlocked and you were free to wait in there.

“I am relaxed.” You said through gritted teeth, obviously lying.

“When did he say he was going to be back?”

“In like 15 minutes.” An agonizing groan tumbled past your lips. “I’m going to make things awkward, I know I am.”

There was no doubt that you were still hungover the fact that you were continuously spewing about how much you wanted to hold Yoongi’s hands. You made a promise to yourself to stay away from alcohol for a while. None of this shouldn’t have been a problem for you, but nope, Jimin just had to open his big mouth and make you infatuated with a guy you never really thought about before. You lowered your head onto the table and buried your face into the crook of your forearm. It baffled you how something as simple as “you two make a cute couple” could make you so whipped.

“Why don’t you just work on your paper until then because my food just arrived and I know you hate it when I talk with my mouth full.”

You sighed sadly because talking was helping to keep your nerves at bay, but you did need to work on your paper so you bid Jimin a solemn farewell and reached for your laptop. Hopefully Yoongi was going to take longer than the time he gave you. You weren’t ready to face him yet.

It didn’t occur to you that you were feeling sleepy until your body twitched you awake. The last thing you remembered was typing two more poorly formed paragraphs and then putting your head down as a reward. You swore you closed your eyes for only five minutes, but with how groggy you were feeling, it was definitely more than five minutes.

You lifted your head and the first thing you saw was the black screen of your laptop and your reflection staring back at you. I look like a mess. Your left arm felt numb because you kept it lying straight on top of Yoongi’s work desk. With the dust of sleep still in your eyes, you almost didn’t notice what was in your left hand. After blinking a couple of times and you eyes adjusted to the light of the room, you quietly gasped at the sight of Yoongi hunched over beside you with his head resting in the nest of his left forearm and the fingers of his right hand were laced in between yours.

What were you supposed to do? You needed to wake him up because you weren’t sure if he even knew what he was doing, but the moment was too good for you to ruin. Yoongi could probably wake up on his own if he was able to feel how much your hand was sweating. You swallowed the lump in your throat to prepare yourself before you gently pulled your hand back. As you softly wiggled your fingers, Yoongi stirred in his sleep and tightened his grip. You sucked in a deep breath, waiting to see if he was going to fall back asleep. It seemed as if he was going to stay in his position, but he groggily lifted his head and shuffled the stray hairs that fell over his eyebrows. Yoongi sat up, still holding your hand, and turned face you who was staring back with widened eyes.

It took a few seconds for the situation to register in Yoongi’s eyes and when it did, a barely audible gasp left his lips and he let go of your hand. Already missing the warmth, you brought your hands down onto your lap and nervously glanced back to your reflection on your laptop screen.

“I–uh–” He stuttered and cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

Don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize. “No, it’s fine, Yoongi.”

It was completely silent for a moment and the air around you had become a bit dense. You clicked the spacebar on your laptop to reveal the two new paragraphs you typed up.

“Have you figured out your feelings when playing the piano?” Yoongi asked shyly, trying to take a look at your essay.

“Not completely. It feels like I’m missing something.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “What about you? What does it feels like when you play, Yoongi?”

He adjusted his posture to fold his arms on the table and rest his chin on his arms. He hummed and searched the atmosphere for an answer.

“Honestly, I feel at peace, like there’s nothing else in this world besides me and my piano. It’s a bit cliche, but playing the piano is my escape, so I’m the happiest when I play.” Yoongi wore the most genuine smile you’ve seen and you opened another document to type out a few bullet points on what he explained. Since he had been playing all his life, it was obvious as to why he felt nothing but bliss whenever he played the instrument.

“I know what you mean.” You smiled back. “I feel the same way when I’m writing personal projects or even when I’m reading certain books for inspiration.”

“See? You know exactly what the feeling is. Are you sure you really needed to learn how to play an instrument to feel it? Or did you just need an excuse to see me often?” You were slightly taken back by his laugh comment and the laugh you let out sounded a lot more forced than you would’ve liked.

“Y/n.. I–I’m sorry for holding your hand so suddenly.” Yoongi was leaning back in his chair and twiddling his thumbs together. “When I walked in, you were already napping and so I sat down next to you. Your hand was out in the open and I don’t know what came over me. I just—I really wanted to hold your hand again.”

On the inside, you were reduced into a puddle of feelings at his words. On the outside, your lips were parted and you could feel your entire body tense up. Not only did he want to hold your hand, he wanted to hold your hand again—wait—

“Again?” You questioned.

“Y-Yeah. Jimin didn’t tell you anything?”

You shook your head and Yoongi proceeded to tell you that after you drunk-mentioned that you wanted to hold his hand last night, you slipped your fingers in between his. Apparently, you were constantly gushing about how much you loved his hands and that you’ve been wanting to hold his hands for a while.

This time, your jaw hung open and your embarrassment meter was reaching its maximum capacity. Jimin knew this happened and he kept it from you for, what seemed to be, his own entertainment. There were no words to describe what you were feeling because first of all, you didn’t know how to feel. You completely made a fool of yourself by exposing your desire to hold his hands, but in the end, Yoongi admitted that he wanted to hold your hand a second time. The only words you could bring yourself to say were:

“I’m sorry.”

“No! No, don’t be.” Yoongi finally mad eye contact with you again. “I’m kind of glad it happened. Jimin and Taehyung has been teasing me non-stop about you and it grew on me… immensely.”

There was a pinkish red hue that glowed on his cheeks and mirrored your own.

“You too?! Oh god, he’s been doing the same thing to me and that’s why I’ve a little jumpy around you lately…” You rubbed the back of your neck and averted your eyes away from him. “I’m going to kill him, I swear.”

“Before you do—“ With flushed cheeks, Yoongi scooted his seat closer to you. He resumed his previous position with his head resting on his left forearm and shut his eyes. You were confused because he didn’t complete his sentence, but a few seconds later, he brought his right band to lace into your left. “Let’s just stay like this for a while longer.”

While your hand was sweaty, Yoongi’s hand was warm. You made no effort in hiding your smile and you could already feel the blush forming on your cheeks. You rested your chin on your free hand and gazed at Yoongi who had the slightest smile etched on his face.

Your paper could wait, killing Jimin could wait, because right now, you had something much more important in the palm of your hand.

♡ rae jagi

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Oh Boy(s)

Anon Request: Is there by any chance you do Harrison? If so, could you do an Imagine where Haz is drunk and he is singing Shape Of You. You may let your imagination loose on the rest, surprise us readers with the out come 😊

A/N: So while writing this I kind of let my imagination loose a little too much and decided to turn this request into the idea I mentioned months ago, so hopefully this works out. Possibly another part to add.

Warnings: jealous!harrison, jealous!tom, alcohol use, harrison and tom being drunk jerks, sexual implications

A/N: Also, I just want to point out that, judging by this picture, Tom (and Jacob if they’re playing teams) is horrible at beer pong.

Young and hopeful, (Y/N) decided to be a volunteer at the 2016 Comic Con, however she could not have imagined how far this act of civil service would take her. From working backstage at panels and manning the photo-op lines, she managed to find an ‘in’ with some of the celebrities her age that attended the con. When (Y/N ) learned her volunteer position received the perk of getting a behind the scenes photo-op with any actor or actors of her choice, she eagerly chose the Spider-Man: Homecoming cast. At the end of the day, when her chance came, she even managed to hit it off with a few of the actors, namely Jacob and Tony.

A few months later, after stewing in anticipation, (Y/N) received an email from Tony saying she was chosen to be a PA on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home. During this time she had grown to be incredibly close to all of the main actors, but the person she bonded with most had to be the other PA their age, Tom’s best friend, Harrison.

When the actors were running lines and perfecting takes, Harrison and (Y/N) were doing whatever needed to be done, whether it be helpful work or coffee runs, they did it together. They roasted Tom, told jokes, distracted their actor friends one too many times, and frequently hung out outside of work as well. With how much time they spent with one another, Tom, Jacob, Zendaya, Tony, and Laura all assumed that Harrison and (Y/N) were already an item. It wasn’t until their last day in Atlanta that the rest of the group figured out that their relationship was still considered ‘platonic.’

Months rolled by and the group remained in contact with one another, but Harrison and (Y/N) remained closer than the rest, with the exception Harrison and Tom. About a month before Tom’s upcoming birthday, Harrison sent a message in the group chat that hadn’t been used in half a year, with the exclusion of Tom.

HazO🇬🇧: Trying to have a surprise birthday bash for Tom at my place. Who’s in?

JB🌺Aloha: in london?

Tony⚡: I’m in

HazO🇬🇧: Yes in LONDON!

Z✊🏾: ON his bday?

HazO🇬🇧: No in December

Z✊🏾: Did I ask for your negativity?🙅🏽

La-La-Laura👑: I can make it :)

Tater🍠: I can try

JB🌺Aloha: who TF is tater?

Z✊🏾: can’t be Tom. He has a quackson emoji 😂

Tater🍠: It’s (Y/N) -.- you nuke a sweet potato around Haz and Tom ONE TIME and you’re scarred for life

JB🌺Aloha: Ohh, I forgot about the tater name.

Tater🍠: I wish everyone would...

HazO🇬🇧: So everyone’s coming??? cool!

A month and a lot of convincing later, (Y/N) managed to work out a way so that she could afford the plane ticket out of the country for Tom’s birthday. Jacob, Tony, Laura, Zendaya, and (Y/N) all stood outside Harrison’s home in the warmth of the London sun, waiting for Tom to stroll into the backyard alongside Harrison. The group lingered around a cooler, each sipping on cold beer or hard cider, chatting about their time in Atlanta, and catching up on what had been going on in one another’s lives.

Slowly, the back doors opened to reveal Tom and Harrison, bare chested and obviously buzzed, sauntering toward the group. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM” they called as he approached. Jacob passed Tom a beer and smiled.

“First legal one with all of us according to your home away from home,” he said as Tom twisted off the top of the bottle. (Y/N) continued to linger around the outside of the group and sip her drink. She had always felt slightly different from everyone else. Even though Harrison wasn’t one of the stars, he was still an actor and shared the extroverted tendencies of the rest of the group; not only that, he had known Tom and his family for years before meeting the rest of the group. (Y/N) was the newest member to join the team, and often felt as if she didn’t belong there, and so she lingered in the background and isolated herself unless she was around Harrison, Tony, or Jacob.

Even today, (Y/N) sat along the side of the pool and kicked her legs back and forth in the water as the icy alcoholic apple taste slid down her throat. She leaned back and tried to relax as the sounds of Tony’s playlist circulated throughout the stereo system. Slowly heard faint footsteps grew closer to her and (Y/N) opened her eyes to see Tom had made his way toward where she sat alone at the edge of the pool.

“You came!” he smiled as he sat down beside her.

“You think I’d miss this?” she questioned with a laugh as Tom clinked his bottle against hers.

“I bet Harrison is excited to see you,” he said softly in a deep tone under his breath

“Why? Are you not excited to see me?” she teased and offered Tom a small smile.

“All I meant is that you and him are close, right?” Tom returned with apprehensive eyes. “He’s been blabbing about (Y/N) since we left Atlanta.” Curiosity overcame (Y/N) as she realized Tom was unaware of who he was speaking with.

“Yeah sure,” (Y/N) sighed as she pounded back the rest of her drink, and quickly noticing Tom’s level of intoxication. His eyelids looked heavy when he blinked, and (Y/N) could almost hear the fuzziness of his brain like the static of a television channel that isn’t responding. “Are you already drunk?” she asked.

“Maybe,” Tom said with a chuckle in his voice and holding a finger to his lips, signaling for her to keep quiet about it. “I mean, it’s my birthday!” Suddenly, his lighthearted tone fluctuated to irritation. “It’s my birthday and I have to watch my best friend try and get it on.”

“It doesn’t look like he’s hitting on anyone,” (Y/N) attempted to reassure Tom as she gazed over her shoulder toward Harrison who stood beside Zendaya and Tony.

“Not yet,” he said while finishing his drink. “Look, just...don’t tell him I was talking to you,” he rushed to add while slurring his words. “Harrison doesn’t want anyone to know that he likes (Y/N).”

“Then why did he tell you?” she asked sneakily, feeling guilty for taking advantage of Tom’s inebriation.

“He thought I wasn’t interested.” With that he slipped into the pool and swam, underwater, to the opposite end where Jacob and Laura were practicing underwater handstands.

Since Tom was drunk, (Y/N) chose not to give their conversation much thought, but she couldn’t help remember her interactions with Harrison and Tom in Atlanta and even before that at the convention when she first befriended the group. When she first met everyone, she immediately threw herself into a roasting battle and got caught in the crossfires, inevitably being on the receiving end of Tom’s banter. As the day went on, she and Tom continued their roasts even when the others had stopped, and soon their banter was interpreted as annoyance and bickering. Harrison was convinced Tom wasn’t interested in the random girl they had just met; after all, his breakup was still moderately fresh, fame was on the horizon, and when Tom shows and interest in girls it’s normally through jokingly showing off and being kind, not by what Harrison was interpreting as him being blatantly rude to the new company.

(Y/N) always had a hunch that Harrison liked her. He would occasionally bring her favorite candy to set for a snack, he’d use his own money to buy her coffee when they went on Starbucks runs, and always seemed slightly shier around her than with anyone else. She had begun to rely on Harrison’s kindness to get her through the relentless teasing from Tom that had, in reality, been a continuation of their banter from when they first met. She didn’t have anything against Tom and knew that he could be a genuinely nice person, but he was never that way when anyone else was around. He was always standoffish and on defense when (Y/N) was involved in the group’s activities, but since the first night that Harrison disclosed to Tom that he may like (Y/N), Tom set roasting as his default when (Y/N) was around. He had to keep himself from indulging in whatever could have been for the sake of his best friend, and if being an ass is what would see Harrison happy with (Y/N), then being an ass is what he would have to do.

The sun faded behind the earth long ago. Since arriving, the group had run out of alcohol and was quickly replenished when Harry and Sam arrived at the party. Pizza fueled the young adults’ day and turned into a life source once night fell upon them. (Y/N) was pretty sure that, between Harrison and Tony, the local pizza joint had to have been called at least four times, and Harry and Sam didn’t make the food overload any better when the brought frozen, prepackaged hamburger patties to the party.

Despite trying to ignore any inclinations of either Harrison or Tom trying to make a move on her, it was nearly impossible for (Y/N) to keep her mind off of the thing causing her the most anxiety. Everything seemed to be a sign, whether it be through the chicken fights or their water rugby/basketball game, everything pointed in a million different directions. When the group decided to play chicken, Harrison chose (Y/N) to be on his team, one of the twins took Zendaya, the other chose Laura, and Tom and Jacob were a team while Tony continued to man the music. Harrison’s logic was to keep (Y/N) as close to him as possible so that, if the time was right, he could tell her how he felt. Having her on his shoulders was about as close as they could get. Tom’s logic was to be as physical as he could: fighting her would fulfill this. She was caught between support and competition as Harrison held her above the water and Tom tried to drag her off Haz’s shoulders and into the water with him.

When the sun began to set, the game changed when Tony threw a rugby ball into the pool. Z and Laura drew the line at dangerous sports, but (Y/N) had grown up playing watermelon ball with her family every summer since she was fourteen. The object of the game was very similar to the one proposed in this game: teams were divided and the object was to get the ball from one end of the pool to the other; the only difference is that when (Y/N) played it back home, a watermelon was used instead of a ball, which made the game much more difficult. Again, she was paired with Harrison, per his request. Competing alongside them was Tony and Harry while Jacob, Tom, and Sam became their opponents.

As soon as Laura threw the ball into the pool, (Y/N) took off. She dove into the water and grasped at the ball, careful not to bump heads with the other players, and swam to the bottom of the pool. Her plan was to skim the bottom, completely unnoticed until she reached the opposite end of the pool. When she finally reached the edge, she hurriedly kicked her feet only to have a pair of hands come from behind her and latch onto her hips. Frantically, she looked at the swimming trunks around her and tossed the ball toward the white shorts with blue stripes: Harrison. She turned underwater and looked for the person who had grabbed her, but they had already swam away. Once (Y/N) resurfaced, she found that her team had a turnover and Tom now had the ball. She went back under and quickly used her feet as leverage while she grabbed his ankles and pulled him back. As expected, he face planted into the water and dropped the ball, giving Harry just enough time to swoop in and rush toward their scoring end.

Just as quickly as (Y/N) had pulled Tom, she shoved him away and swam toward their scoring end to receive Harry’s pass and dunk the ball through the small basketball hoop. From there, the physical interaction among players only escalated. Guys were able to avoid groin kicks to one another but they were really grabby with the ball and forgot one member of their competition was female until they accidentally grabbed a boob. Used to the similar physical interaction in watermelon ball, and being too incredibly competitive to let it bother her, (Y/N) took advantage of the guys perceived awkward moment after accidentally grabbing her and scored against them. It wasn’t until the end of their fourth round that (Y/N) began to notice the looks on both Harrison’s and Tom’s faces. Both exhibited excitement but while Harrison’s showed pride, Tom’s displayed thrill--the thrill of the chase. The two didn’t square off on one another until Tom forced (Y/N) under water and Harrison hurried toward them and shoved Tom under, allowing (Y/N) to swim away throw the ball to Tony and their team to score the winning point.

After the sun was completely absent from the sky, the group decided to settle down from the roughness of their afternoon, eat dinner, and play a little beer pong. Harrison and (Y/N) stood side by side as they each took their turn throwing ping-pong balls at the red solo cups that floated opposite them. As the songs transitioned into those of Ed Sheeran’s latest album, Harrison’s excitement and confidence boosted. Without coordinating anything, Harrison and (Y/N) began to sing ‘Shape of You.’ She laughed as he hurried his drunk slurs to hit all the right words and notes during the verses, but once the chorus came on, it was like he was at a concert, screaming to hear himself over the roar of the crowd and pounding speakers.

“I’m in love with the shape of you; we push and pull like a magnet do. Although heart is falling too, I’m in love with your body. Last night you were in my room and now my bed sheets smell like you. Every day discovering something brand new; I'm in love with your body. I'm in love with your body; every day discovering something brand new. I'm in love with the shape of you!” Laughing, he took her hands and spun her around in an attempt to dance, only to find the resistance of the water to make it much more difficult than expected. Thankfully, almost everyone had joined in with Harrison’s charade, and (Y/N) was able to deny that he was doing any of this seriously rather than to be funny or because he was taken away by the heat of the moment or the liquor in their systems.

Harrison had definitely crossed her mind in the romantic way but part of her continued to debate against taking their relationship from friendship to romance. He was nice and kind and loving and she would love to be able to see where their relationship could go, but she was more than terrified of losing the friendship she had with him. It had been ages since she had someone like Harrison in her life, and being friendless was something she was too horrified to return to that she couldn’t imagine risking what she has to maybe have something else. She wasn’t greedy, she was thankful for how things were and didn’t see a need to try and have more.

“Get it, Haz!” Zendaya and Jacob laughed. (Y/N) let out a small chuckle as the faces and voices faded in and out of her buzzed analysis of the situation. She focused on their actions rather than the implications and hurried to take her turn, inevitably missing the cup and accidentally hitting Tom in the chest.

“(Y/N), quit staring at Harrison and get your head in the game,” Tom grumbled as he rubbed water over the stinging welt on his chest. Harrison rolled his eyes and gently put his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder in a reassuring and also possessive manner. She partially melted in his touch--ready to surrender her opposing argument and be in favor of a romantic relationship--however, the other half of her felt nothing more than a platonic, if not brotherly, protection. In hopes to drown her thoughts, (Y/N) chugged one of the cups in front of her and felt a buzz return to her head.

“Come on, mate! Don’t take your anger out on her just because you suck at beer pong,” Harrison chuckled.

“She pegged me!” Tom protested.

“I’m sorry!” (Y/N) quickly interjected with a small laugh on her lips, assuming the back and forth between Harrison and Tom was playful, friendly banter.

“Let’s go Holland!” Harrison called while slipping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Hesitant, her heart started to flutter against her chest in both excitement and apprehension; even if she wasn’t certain on if she wanted to start a relationship with Harrison, she at least knew she wouldn’t want something to start on the account of alcohol. Tom rolled his eyes and tried to shoot at one of the four cups he and Sam had left. After missing, he huffed as Harrison leapt back, lifted (Y/N) and spun her around in the water--her back against his chest--in a drunken, victorious jest. Tom walked to the edge of the pool, hoisted himself up, and grabbed his towel.

“Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked Harrison who shrugged in return. Her eyes then flashed toward Sam who also exchanged a look of confusion. Both of the guys she was trying to get information from were even more inebriated than she was, so she swam to the edge of the pool, got out quickly, dried off, and then picked up her phone and followed Tom’s path into Harrison’s home. Slowly, she raised her hand to the door of the room the boys used to change: Harrison’s room. As she pushed the door out of it’s closed position, (Y/N) entered to see Tom hunched over on the side of the bed staring aimlessly at his phone as his thumb scrolled against the glass screen. “Tom, are you coming back out?”

“In a minute,” he grumbled. As (Y/N) closed the door and made her way closer toward him, she could see that he was staring at a now blank screen and the reflection of his face didn’t look very happy.

“Is something wrong?” she gently asked, only to have Tom rise and face her with frustration in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t need you to come and check up on me when I’m just trying to cool off.” (Y/N)’s nose scrunched at his words and she turned as he tried to pass her.

“Why do you try so hard to be an asshole to me?” she called him out. Tom bit anxiously at his cheek, and turned to face (Y/N) with his eyes locked on hers.

“For Harrison’s sake,” he stated firmly as he gazed intently at her. When (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Tom continued to explain in an exasperated voice, “I’m always acting like I don’t like you so Harrison doesn’t see that I actually do like you.”

“What’s the big deal with pretending not to be my friend? Harrison is your best friend and he’s one of my closet friends. He should be glad we get along!”

“Never mind,” Tom sighed while walking away. “You’re not getting it.”

“What am I not getting? You’r paranoid about Harrison knowing you’re my friend so you act like you can’t stand me! Just tell him you actually like me and that you don’t hate me, and maybe he’ll stop trying to drown you in water rugby.”

“I can’t do that to him,” Tom stated.

“Why not?” (Y/N) asked as her frustration continued to soar. Tom let out an aggravated groan and cupped (Y/N)’s face in his hands before allowing his lips to crash onto hers. Stumbling backward from the force of their bodies colliding, the pair fell on the bed, Tom’s bare chest pressed against (Y/N)’s now chillingly wet bikini top. Subconsciously, her lips opened against his, asking for more. The fluttering in her chest that rose when Harrison put her arms around her was increased to tenfold as Tom’s mouth pressed against hers. The hesitation and confusion over Harrison disappeared and everything seemed not to exist except for the moment shared between her and Tom.

She could smell the beer on his breath as it trailed her neck but didn’t protest his touch. Even when he tugged at the strings of her top to unlace it, it was as if the rest of the world was gone. The sloppy kisses, fluttering hearts and various other products of the moment swept her away into a realm where reality ceased to exist and what was to follow seemed like a dream.

Continued Reading

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loeyparker · 7 years

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have you ever been in love? part 2 - reggie mantle

word count: 2.596

warnings: swearing,

plot: happens about 2 days after the Vday quiz and if I summarize more I give away the plot

a/n: so i wasn’t planning on writing a 2nd part for HYEBIL but it was heavily requested and it’s Ross’s bday so,,,it happened

“Who’s this guy?” The bright screen of a phone was pushed in your face, causing you to groan and close your eyes. “Sorry.” The guy next to you muttered before toning down the luminosity.

The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was an Instagram picture of you and Reggie Mantle. He had his arm around you and there was a dashing smile on his face. You were kissing his cheek and looked happier than ever.

And you were happy.

Honestly.

“That’s Reggie, he was my boyfriend.” You spoke before pushing the phone away from your face.

“Damn, “was”? And you still have pictures of him on your Instagram?” The guy by your side was someone called Zig –you had met him while visiting some college out of state a week ago.

And now you were both in a motel room outside of Riverdale, on a Friday night.

“I haven’t gotten around to deleting them.” You responded while holding the sheet closer to your chest and leaning towards the night table to your right to check your own phone. It had been put on silent as soon as you checked in the motel and you heard it vibrate every few minutes for the past hour.

“So what’s the deal between you two?” Zig questioned as he locked his IPhone and placed it down, focusing all his attention back to you.

Your bare back was to him and your face was illuminated by the white light of your phone as you quickly scrolled through unread texts and missed calls from friends. There were two missed calls from Reggie and you fell back into Zig’s arms after noticing them, not bothering to call back and trying to ignore your thumping heart.

“Hm?”

Zig chuckled. “I asked,” he pulled you on top of his naked chest “what’s the deal between you and the Reggie guy?” His hand was moving up and down your upper arm, in a confronting manner. Your head was resting close to his heart and through the absolute silence, you could even make out the faint drum of heartbeats.

“We dated for a while.” You paused. Your eyes were focusing on the small, monochromatic painting that was hanging above an old, squared TV parallel to the bed. “I loved him and he was something of an ass.”

“Who broke it off?” Zig asked as his hand moved to your hair and he began playing with it, sending tingles down your spine.

“I did.”

“That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.”

Your phone started buzzing again but none of you paid attention to it. You were too comfortable in the guy’s arms and you were scared the one calling was Reggie.

So many questions were running through your mind, so many emotions were flowing through your body. You still hadn’t stopped thinking about the stupid Valentine’s Day quiz that revealed Reggie as the only guy in the class who had experienced love.

The quiz was wrong and you were so mad at it for having to sit through the teacher announcing to the class that you and Reggie were the only ones who had been in love.

Everyone knew you two dated and after that class your friends were treating you like a china doll and Reggie’s friends were openly mocking him in the hallways.

“When did you meet him?” Zig spoke after your phone stopped vibrating.

“In sophomore year, in the library. He almost stepped on my fingers and even though he didn’t, he apologized for like an hour.” You smiled slightly at the memory –his gasp; the wave of irritation that hit you upon noticing his shoes just inches away from your fingers, from the clean pages of a new book; his widened eyes; your heart dropping in surprise when you noticed Reggie Mantle towering over you; him dropping to the floor and apologizing; everything you talked about for an hour on the library’s floor, surrounded by fantasy books and ticking clocks.

Zig huffed.

“What?” You questioned looking up at him.

The room was dark, the light from the neon sign outside being blocked by thick, green curtains. However, you could see Zig’s face pretty clearly, even through the darkness.

He gazed down at you with a grin on his face. His eyebrows were raised. “A jock? In the library?” Zig joked.

You laughed. “He was a different kind of jock.” Staring off at the beige patterned wall, your left hand subconsciously began drawing shapes on Zig’s chest.

It was something you used to do with Reggie –it relaxed both you and him.

You closed your eyes and kept drawing daisies over Zig’s muscles. Because if you kept your eyes shut he felt like Reggie –his muscled chest, hard biceps, warm hands wrapped around your naked figure. It was easier to go back to all the times you two stayed tangled with each other.

Zig didn’t kiss like Reggie, though. He didn’t know when to be gentle, when to be rough. You were sure he’d learn you with time, but you were also sure you couldn’t jump into something right after Reggie.

Driving out of town with Zig and checking into a motel wasn’t planned.

He was just passing through Riverdale and called you to hang out for a bit. You took him to Pop’s. He got a burger and fries (which you ate) and you got a banana milkshake. Everything was going fine –you were just two acquaintances becoming friends. Zig was funny and caring and he was telling you about his two younger sisters that he had to take care of, when Reggie and his friends walked into the diner disrupting the quiet vibe.

He spotted you immediately –you were sitting in your old booth, after all. Rage consumed him as soon as he noticed Zig opposite you. You looked so focused on him, with your chin resting in your palm, eyes trained only on him –you hadn’t even looked up when Reggie walked in.

And that really pissed him of. That and Zig’s entire appearance. He wore a white t-shirt and a leather jacket on top; his hair was slightly curly and messy, with a strand hanging above his forehead. The only thing him and Zig seemed to have in common was the muscular built, the broad shoulders. Otherwise, Zig looked like the complete opposite of Reggie.

Reggie and his friends sat right behind you.

Chuck kept making comments about you that were impossible not to hear. Moose “accidentally” elbowed you in the head. Other guys were being loud and annoying and some slut-shamed and Reggie didn’t say anything.

And you got so angry.

But Zig attacked them. Verbally at first, then physically when Moose tried to act tough.

And that made you take the executive decision to spend the night with Zig. The entire car ride you psychoanalyzed yourself. Were you suddenly attracted to Zig because he defended you from the guys that were nothing but horrible to you? The guys who were the love of your life’s friends? The guys Reggie never said anything to when they shamed and mocked and objectified you? Or were you attracted to him because you wanted to hurt Reggie?

“He didn’t seem like a different kind of jock back at the diner.” Zig commented and you pursed your lips.

“He did back when we met. I saw him through these pink colored glasses that made me believe he was absolutely spectacular.”

Zig groaned at that.

“But he was –spectacular.” You defended. “At least when his friends weren’t around. For months I ignored his double personality, I ignored my friends telling me he’ll break my heart.” Your throat tightened. “He’s sweet, really; and funny, charismatic, magnetic. And I loved him so fucking much that I tricked myself into thinking he’ll eventually stop kissing ass and stand up –not for me, but for himself.”

There was a short pause, a moment of silence where none of you said anything. Cars could be heard driving past, neon lights buzzed.

“When did you know you loved him?” Zig whispered. His hands slowly trailed along your back.

You looked up at him. “Is this an interrogation?” You joked, alluding to his dream of becoming a detective –thing he told you when you first met.

The right corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, muttering “shut up” before brushing your hair out of your face, gently. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

You just looked at him, slowly letting your fingers trail along his jaw, his lips. “About three months after we started dating.” Your hand went down his neck and your fingers hooked on the necklace he wore. “There was a party at Chuck’s. I didn’t want to go, but I decided to just do it; for Reggie. He loves parties and the entire social scene and I didn’t want to upset him by refusing to go. He picked me up in his car and we drove right past Chuck’s house.”

“You know, the house was right there.” You turned to Reggie in confusion.

He just smiled and shrugged. “We’re ditching it.”

“But it’s Chuck’s party.”

“I’d rather be with you.” Reggie simply said. His hand found yours and intertwined your fingers. “Plus, I don’t need an excuse like 7 minutes in heaven or suck and blow to kiss you.” He smirked and leaned in.

You laughed and told him to watch the road, your cheeks reddening.

Reggie pulled over immediately, took your face in his hands and kissed you softly. “I know you hate parties,” your foreheads touched, eyes lingered on each other; “I’m not gonna make you go to one if you feel uncomfortable.” He kissed you again but you pulled away to talk. “Before you say anything,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “I don’t need loud music and beer to feel happy. I’m happy right now, with you, on the side of an empty road. I just wanna spend time with you.”

“I know that was the first time I felt it and it terrified me but,” at the memory, tears caused your eyes to sting; “in that moment, I loved him” you nodded subconsciously.

“But then he broke your heart.”

“But then he broke my heart.”

The conversation was abruptly ended by a loud knock on the door.

None of you moved.

The knocking continued.

You slowly sat up, clutching the white sheet to your chest to cover yourself. Zig sat up too and both of you looked at each other in confusion. Your lover was about to say something before being interrupted.

“(Y/N), I know you’re in there.” A deep, raspy voice came from the other side of the door and your heart skipped a couple of beats.

Three more loud bangs on the door made you jump up and stumble through the unlit room looking for your clothes. “what the fuck, what the fuck” you kept whispering in a rush.

You ended up grabbing your lingerie and a white t-shirt that could only belong to Zig.

Cold air hit you as soon as you opened the door. Goosebumps embraced your barely clothed body.

You clenched your fists. Your mouth got dry. Your heart started beating faster as your stomach dropped. A lump formed in your throat and you felt horrible –as if you got caught doing something illegal. You started shaking.

Reggie was standing right in front of you with the most stoic look on his face.

“How did you find me?” You frowned, folded your arms to your chest and leaned against the doorway.

“We’re still sharing locations on Find My Friends.” He spoke.

You nodded. “So you’re cyber stalking me.”

“You wouldn’t answer your phone, (Y/N).” His tone was accusing and you could hear the anger and worry mixing together.

You just shrugged. “We broke up, Reggie. I don’t need to answer your calls anymore.”

“We need to talk.” He ignored your comment and took a step forward, trying to walk in the motel room. You blocked his path.

That’s when he took a good look at your appearance.

Your hair was all over the place. It didn’t look put together as usual –it was tangled and messily tucked behind your ears. Your lips were redder than usual and swollen. There were fresh dark marks on your neck and collar bones. The shirt you wore was too large for you, its short sleeves almost reaching your elbows, its length covering most of your tights.

Reggie’s heart dropped.

“We really don’t.” You looked him straight in the eyes. “Go home, Reggie.” You stepped into the room and moved to close the door.

Reggie stopped you by putting his hand on the door, keeping it from closing.

You just sighed, frustrated. “Reggie,” You heard movement from the room and saw Zig putting something on out of the corner of your eye.

“Listen, I know.” He tried to shallow the lump in his throat. “I know I fucked up, made mistakes and that I could’ve treated you so much better.” Reggie had spent countless nights lying awake replaying every moment he sided with his friends instead of you, each time he ditched you for football practice just because his friends would’ve mocked him for missing practice for a date. “But I can change.”

You expression softened. “You can’t, Reggie.” A small, sad smile found its way onto your face.

Reggie shook his head. “No,” he took your hand in his and your vision blurred. Just his touch could send you spiraling and you hated it. “I can change. I will. ‘Cause I’m in love with you, (Y/N).”

“You’re not in love with me.”

“Yes. I am.” He frowned.

You stepped away from him and released the hold you had on his hand.

His chest was rising up and down rapidly as he took quick, short breaths. His eyes watered.

You whipped away your own tears. “Just go, Reggie.”

“Think about it, okay? We’ll start over, take a few steps back. Just don’t give up on us.” Reggie pleaded.

You were silent for about a minute; you just stood there, in the cold, watching the man you loved. His hair was perfectly styled –as usual- with no wild strand sticking out. There were, however, dark circles under his eyes. Those were the only thing on him lacking perfection.

Should you really give him a second chance?

You didn’t know. You couldn’t think straight.

Reggie had completely blindsided you by showing up to the motel. He was the last person you expected to see that night. You couldn’t really process the spot you were in –between Zig, a spur of the moment fling and Reggie, the guy you had been in love with for months.

“I’ll think about it.” You eventually responded.

And in that moment, Reggie wanted to kiss you. He even stepped closer but then realized you wouldn’t appreciate it. He also realized the guy you were with at Pop’s was closer than he thought he’d be. Zig was standing near, in case you got uncomfortable and he had to force Reggie to leave.

So Reggie just nodded and stepped back. “Okay, take your time, think it through.” He glanced at Zig who was just leaning against the wall, in nothing but his boxers, with a glare. And against the desire to hit the guy, Reggie just took a deep breath and focused his attention back to you. “I’ll be waiting.”

You smiled shortly and shut the door behind him after he had stepped out.

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b-does-the-write-thing · 7 years

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Happy Bday!!!!!!!!!! Side of the road or speed trap?

As usual in this verse, I’ve decided to make an AU where they did not meet on the side of the road or by Gold getting David to pull Belle over. No, instead, they’re going to meet a new way because why not?

“Carpooling?”

Belle nodded. “The Mayor announced it this morning. All Storybrooke residents who work in the downtown area are being advised to join a new community initiative.” She added a little shrug at Ruby’s aghast face. “It’s for the good of the world. Cut back on carbon emissions, reduce oil intake, save on car repairs…”

She trailed off at Ruby’s expression changed from incredulous to mischevious. “What?”

“You’re only okay with this because you know Mr. Gold Cadillac has to sign up for it too,” Ruby pointed out. She kicked her feet up onto Belle’s desk, ignoring Belle’s grumble of disapproval. “So, tell me, did you sign up right away or…?”

Belle didn’t deign that with a response. She had signed up yesterday upon getting to work, and had already declined three different group requests but Ruby didn’t need to know that.

“He lives at least an exit or two further from me,” Belle reminded them both with a sigh. She nudged the few bites of Granny’s famous lasagna around her plate as she tried to avoid the awful truth of the matter. It was entirely possible he wouldn’t even sign up in the first place…

After all, the new carpool initiative wasn’t mandatory. It was just heavily encouraged along with a few tax breaks on vehicle registrations and the use of the newfangled community HOV lane the Mayor had pushed through almost overnight. Not every citizen would sign up, nor would they need to, but most of Storybrooke seemed to think it was harmless enough, even beneficial to the community in the long run.

“This is a tourist thing, isn’t it?” Ruby muttered as she scrolled through her phone’s newsfeed. “Look, even Boston’s paper picked the story up.”

“Really?” Belle said, craning her neck to see over Ruby’s shoulder. “That’s great!”

“For Regina,” Ruby scoffed. “She’ll run on re-election with this alone- ‘My Carpool Plan Was Mentioned in the Boston Globe, Page 10, buried beneath the obituaries’.”

“Think she’s ordered two hundred copies or just went ahead and bought the actual printing press?”

“She’s probably down in Boston now, handing papers out on the street,” Ruby said with a giggle. “Think they’ll keep her?”

“Unlikely,” Belle admitted. She idly checked her email to see if she had any new messages on the carpool community page and nearly stopped breathing at the fourth post down.

East Storybrooke Victorian Neighborhood. 6:00 AM-5:00 PM. Cadillac. Punctuals Only Need Apply.

Belle hastily clicked on the link, missing whatever Ruby was saying about Regina’s heritage. The page had four or five posters, most of who lived in the Victorian district of East Storybrooke judging by their questions.

One asked if the end of the day time was at all flexible. It was not.

Another asked if they could eat in the car. They could not.

The last person asked how far the original poster would be willing to travel for the carpool, and the answer was as far as exit 112.

That was her exit.

With shaking hands, Belle typed a quick response as Ruby helped herself to leftover garlic bread. She expressed an interest in the hours, explained she drove a Mustang so she would only be able to drive one other comfortably, and asked if there was still room available.

An hour later, she got her answer.

–

“There had better be a good reason for this,” Ruby grumbled over the phone. Her voice was rough with sleep and the sound of something crinkling meant she was still horizontal in bed, the comforters pulled up over her head.

It was barely light outside, Belle’s phone the only light outside her apartment building. She stifled her own yawn with the back of her hand before replying,” Tell me this isn’t stupid,” she begged her friend. “Tell me…I don’t know! Tell me that this is the brave thing.”

“You should have called Ariel if you wanted a pep talk at- Jesus Christ, it’s not even 6 am yet!”

Belle’s eyes grew heavier at the reminder and she had to bite her lip to keep from yawning again. The thermos of tea in her hand, and the two cups in her bag was pleasantly warm despite the early morning chill of fall in New England. Around her, the trees were growing yellow and orange and the smell of bonfires still lingered in the evening air. Her neighborhood was at least ten miles from the shoreline and the downtown sea breeze rarely if ever made it this far to her door.

“He’s an early riser,” Belle said as if that explained everything.

“What business opens before sunrise?” Ruby hissed.

“The docks?” Belle suggested but Ruby grumbled something unintelligible. “What?””

“I said,” Ruby repeated, her voice growing fainter. “He wouldn’t drive a Cadillac if he worked on the docks.”

“Maybe he owns one of the fishing boats?”

“Ariel would have known who he was,” Ruby reminded her. “You already asked her about a middle aged guy in a Cadillac, remember?”

Belle nodded even though her friend was not here to see it. She had asked everyone in Storybrooke about the Gold Cadillac. No one knew any middle aged man with silver hair who drove such a car, nor had she been able to find the car while walking around Storybrooke on her lunch date.

“Do you think it’s really going to be him?” Ruby asked after a pause so long, Belle had almost thought she had fallen back asleep.

“Maybe?” Belle admitted nervously. “I’ve never seen him on the ride in…but he always on the road by 5:05, same as me…”

Mr. Gold Cadillac.

Belle couldn’t really remember when she had first seen him on the road, but she had grown accustomed to him. The way his hair flashed in the sun, or the way he held his steering wheel so casually, ass if the giant vehicle was an extension of himself…but really it was the way he smiled ass if he thought no one was looking. The way he nodded his head to his music….

Belle had lost count of the near misses over the past year and a half of commuting with the man in the gold Cadillac. He had become her own personal reward after a long day at the library, her way of unwinding and it had soon grown into a fascination bordering on obsession.

At the end of the lane, lights turned the corner and the hum of an engine broke the silence of the early morning. Dawn had yet to break through the sky was lightening. On the phone, Ruby made a noise of interest. “That him?”

“I can’t see the car,” Belle whispered as she clutched the phone closer to her ear. “It’s a sedan but-”

The car moved slowly, the color lost in the shadows of the street. Belle’s fingers were numb and Ruby’s was muttering something, but she couldn’t hear it over the hum of the engine. Let it be him, Belle prayed to whoever was listening Let it be him.

And when the car stopped at the curb just feet from her feet, she saw the flash of pale gold before the passenger window slow rolled down to reveal Mr. Gold Cadillac in all his glory.

–

The silence stretched into actual mass. It hung heavy in the air between them, consuming the oxygen until Belle felt faint.

“Is it too hot?” Mr. Gold asked politely, his hand already reaching for the knob on the dashboard. Belle shook her head a bit, and his fingers fell easily back onto the gear shift. Her throat burned with a million things to say, her teeth buried in her lip as she tried to resist the urge to ask him everything and anything about himself and her lips so eager to curl into an ecstatic smile at her own good luck she almost forgot it wasn’t even light outside yet.

He had introduced himself as Mr. Gold, and so caught up in her own private joke that Mr. Gold Cadillac was actually Mr. Gold, Belle had giggled. GIGGLED. He had looked so surprised, she had wanted to fling herself from the moving car. It wasn’t until they had gotten to the interstate that Belle had remembered to introduce herself.

“Oh!” she yelped and he cut his eyes over to her without taking his gaze off the road. “I’m such a- I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Belle. Belle French.”

His lips curled into a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Ms. French,” he said smoothly. Belle swallowed and nervously held up the thermos. “Tea?”

An eyebrow quirked in interest. “You brought tea?”

“And cups,” Belle said as she fished them out of the bag. “Do you like tea? I thought about making coffee but I just despise black coffee and you mentioned you didn’t like food in the car so I didn’t want to bring a jug of milk or sugar packets-”

“I prefer tea actually,” he said and he turned his head ever so slightly to toss her a warm smile. “It wouldn’t be any chance be Breakfast tea?”

“Earl Gray,” Belle said with a smile. “Be glad it wasn’t Lipton. Sprat’s Market was nearly out of everything else.”

“God forbid,” he said under his breath as he signaled on to the highway. Belle poured his cup, handing it over to him carefully as he effortlessly merged into the HOV lane. It was unnecessary, few if any other cars were on the road, but he relaxed as his fingers wrapped around the cup. “Fancy,” he added as he glanced down at the teacup.

Belle flushed. “I didn’t have anything else,” she admitted with a nervous laugh. “I thought as long as we were careful…”

“It was very thoughtful,” he said. Belle poured her own, the liquid still warm but not scalding as she held the cup between her hands. Mr. Gold used one hand to hold the wheel steady as he sipped his and Belle was rewarded with his eyes fluttering slightly in pleasure. “Perfect,” he said just as the dawn light rose behind them and caught the silver in his hair.

“It sure is,” Belle admitted as she gazed over at him. “It sure is.”

–

The day went by as slow as molasses.

Belle spent the whole day staring at the clock. By the time the latchkey kids left for the afternoon, it wasn’t even four thirty and Belle’s foot was jiggling impatiently as she sat at her desk watching the clock hands spin.

The Storybrooke Library closed at 4:00. Belle usually spent her time cleaning, organizing or doing some billing but she had nothing on her mind but the drive home. So, she was both thrilled and surprised when at 4:45, a familiar gold Cadillac pulled up outside the library and idled in the loading zone.

Belle grabbed her purse and the thermos, had a chance to check her hair before she strode outside as if this had been the plan all along. She must have surprised him because when she opened the passenger door, he was in the process of moving a cane into the backseat. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there in the sunlight, his gaze dropping guilty to the device in his hands but before either of them could say anything, Belle’s body rebelled and let out the largest yawn she had ever yawned in her entire life.

Both of them were frozen now. Belle with her hand clapped to her mouth and Gold with his cane in his hands as if caught red-handed. For a moment, neither of them said a word.

“Hey!” came a voice from nearby. “Loading and unloading only!”

Sheriff Nolan waved from his patrol car, parked right behind the loading zone. He had a large grin on his face and seemed to be enjoying this immensely for some reason. Mr. Gold recovered first, flinging the cane behind him before gesturing for her to take a seat. Belle folded herself into the car, and with one last glance at his rearview mirror, Gold pulled out into the traffic.

“A friend of yours?” Belle guessed by the way sheepish way Gold was holding his shoulders.

“We know each other,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t say friends…”

“You must not have a lot of friends,” Belle said before she could stop herself. He cut his eyes over to her and she hurriedly added,” I just meant…you know…”

He nodded. “I’m not…the easiest person to get along with,” he admitted with another of his self conscious grins.

“I haven’t noticed,” Belle said as another yawn threatened to crack her jaw. Some jazz played softly on the radio as the heat from the vents swirled into the car around them, creating a cozy cocoon and only increasing the heaviness of her eyes. “I didn’t ask, what is it you do, Mr. Gold?”

“I own the pawn shop off Main,” he said with a shrug.

Belle nodded. “Explains the early hours,” she said as she stretched her legs out. Her skirt, always shorter when she sat down, rode up a bit and she tugged it down self consciously. When she looked back up, he hastily averted his own gaze from her lap, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

“I…have a confession,” he admitted ass Belle stared at his profile, trying to figure out what had just happened.

“Oh?”

Was it getting hotter in here? It was definitely too warm in here…

“The shop doesn’t open until 10 am.”

Belle shook her head. “But-”

“I didn’t really expect anyone to… I thought…”

Belle stared at him in growing understanding. “You were trying to get the tax break without having to actually join a carpool!” she said in shocked indignation.

He winced. “Not exactly-”

“And I was stupid enough to- Oh my god!” Belle exclaimed as she clapped her hand to her forehead. “I made you tea!”

“It was very good tea,” he added hastily. “I know it sounds ridiculous but-”

“Of course I was the only one stupid enough not to realize-”

“Belle.”

At the use of her first name, Belle stilled long enough to give him a chance to speak. “Belle,” he repeated, clearing his throat slightly. “I wasn’t…I’m not trying to cheat the system. I was…I was …Christ, this is going to make me sound like a crazy person but I was trying to meet you.”

He kept talking. Belle could hear him, but her brain wasn’t processing it. It just sounded like white noise in the background of her own thoughts, the majority of which were not so much intelligent dialogue but a high pitched noise of utter and complete disbelief.

“You wanted to meet me?” Belle said, cutting of whatever he was saying about stalkers.

He swallowed. “Yes.”

“I agreed to wake up at four in the morning to catch a ride with you at 6 am because I wanted to meet you!” Belle breathed, a too large smile stretching across her face. “I’ve wanted to meet the guy who drove the gold Cadillac for the last year and all this time- you wanted to meet met too?”

Her exit was coming up, but he didn’t seem to see it. “You-you what?”

Belle laughed, a loud, loose laugh that tore free from her nervous excitement, her embarrassment, her exhaustion and her relief. “Oh, remind me to buy Mayor Mills flowers!” Belle exclaimed as she leaned her head back against his headrest.

Gold had not quite caught up yet. “You’re saying…”

Belle twisted her head around to smile at him. “I’m saying, I only agreed to your absurd ridesharing rules because I was hoping the punctuals only Cadillac was you.”

He didn’t blush but his head ducked a bit. “I knew you lived off exit 112-” His eyes widened. “Shit!” he swore. “I missed it!”

Belle shrugged. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “Want to grab dinner?”

“I can turn around up here-dinner?”

Belle sighed and reached over to cover his hand where it rested on the gear shift. “I know a great Italian place,” she said as he gently turned his hand to curl his fingers around her’s. He stared down at their clasped hands for a moment, only remember he was driving when someone honked behind them.

“Is this actually happening?” he said after another long beat. “I’m not dreaming right now, am I?”

Belle shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips. “If we are, let’s not wake up.”

#b does the write thing #rumbelle fic

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puppyeoll · 7 years

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Joker!Baek

AU list

word count: 2319

info: there be some fluff ahead! :D

a/n: What better time to put this up then for our sweet BBH’s bday!

Dealing with the aftermath of the Joker’s destruction was nothing less than messy. When you arrived home that night, Batman was already there waiting for you. You had never seen him so scared before. He all but wrapped you up in his arms, demanding you tell him everything that happened after you two got separated. You try to ease his conscious, telling him how Superman got you and left you somewhere safe. That was the most he needed to know. He confirms that is what Minseok told him, and you send a silent thank you to the Man of Steel for keeping your Joker escapades a secret. Both of you exhausted from the craziness, he said to call it a night and leave further discussions for the morning.

It took a some time for all the details to come in, what with making appearances as both a concerned guest of the host and the Dark Knight who tried to save the night from complete destruction. Junmyeon fills you in on the status of the damage, and thankfully only the building had suffered, not people.

“And the host?” you ask.

“Kim Jongin is safe, he made it out with only a few bruises.”

You instantly relax, relieved to hear this.

“I’ve scheduled a meeting with him.” he says next.

“As Batman, or Junmyeon?”

He laughs, but you raise a brow implying this was a valid question.

“Junmyeon. I want to help him restore what’s been lost.”

“That’s very generous.” you tell him sincerely. You knew that if it were up to him, he’d help rebuild the entire city if he could.

“I’d like you to join me, of course. Since you’re my assistant.” he jokes. You smack him in the arm as he laughs again. He seemed to be enjoying that too much.

“If it’s alright, I’d like to go out and do some Robin duties.”

Junmyeon folds his arms across his chest, thinking it over.

“This early in the day?”

“The Batman and Robin handbook didn’t say anything about not being able to do their work in broad daylight.”

He smirks. Even after all this time you still find ways to joke about the job. But he knew better than anyone how seriously you took your position.

“That’s fine. Just bring your comm so you can still reach me if need be.”

You nod your head, immediately going to grab your Robin garb and head out.

As you leave the batcave, you take your outfit and put it in your bag. You were going out, but not as Robin. The bag would be with you just in case you needed to make a quick change.

The day was bright and promising, which was definitely uplifting considering the chaos that was about a week ago. You were still sore, but Batman had bandaged you up to make sure you would heal faster. If anything, you didn’t mind going a bit slower today so you can collect your thoughts on the two issues at hand. One being the Joker and the recent revelation of knowing him before his turn to darkness, and two, figuring out the enigma that was Kim Jongin and why he was the target of the Joker.

You made your way down the street where the grand building had once been. Now it was more than half collapsed, debris still littering the premise as the people of the city and the building’s creator debated what to do with the remains. And even though you hear the commotion of people up ahead and you could swear you see the handsome host amongst the group as they discuss plans, that was not where you were headed. You turned down the alley that aided your escape from the mess as you carried the Joker away from the scene of his crime. It was high noon but the alley was still in shadows. Still, you had no reason to be afraid. You learned that from working with the very being that shadows feared. Approaching the end, you could see the safety of the light where you would turn to find the abandoned pastry shop. As you turn, something grasps your arm, violently turning you around. Before you could fight back, a gentle finger presses against your lips. You look up and see piercing eyes hidden behind toxic green fringe. When he was sure you weren’t going to scream or assault him, he removed his finger and let go of your arm.

“What are you doing here, Robin?” his tone suggested annoyance.

“No ‘hello little bird’?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood. Lucky for you, he cracked a smile.

“Hello, little bird.” he says more gently. His softness only lasted a moment though. “I told you not to look for me.”

“I needed to see you. To see that you were okay.”

He looks away, unable to meet your eyes. And then he steps around you, walking away but not without a noticeable limp.

“Wait!” you call to him. You catch up easily and stop in front of him. He still wouldn’t look at you. So you take his face in your hand and turn his head, mostly so you could examine where you distinctly remember him bleeding. But he was true to his word and took care of it with a bandage. He takes your hand and puts it down, but not without his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.

“I told you I could take care of myself.” you could tell he was trying not to smile.

“I never had a doubt.” you smile at him, hoping to coax it out of him more.

“Then you’re here because you want to know.”

It was a vague statement, but whatever he was alluding to you were sure it was something you most definitely wanted to know.

“Yes. But we could also just talk. You remember the-”

“Ice skating date? Yes.” this time, not only did he smile, but he blushed as well.

“Then…”

“Why did I crash the party and destroy the whole place?” he finished your sentence yet again. You just sigh and nod your head.

“It’s not simple to explain.”

You thread your fingers through his and hold tightly.

“I’ve got time.”

He looks down at your intertwined fingers, smiling to himself for a moment before letting you go.

“It’s too soon.”

You look at him, brow furrowed.

“It’s why I told you to not come looking for me. To never look for me. I’ll find you when I can.”

“But why?” you almost plead. He wasn’t making any sense to you.

He ran a hand through his hair, evidently feeling stressed. “You’re just going to have to trust me.” he concluded.

“Baekhyun,” the name falls from your lips like water finally breaking through a dam. He looks at you, a new light in his eyes. “I do trust you.”

Slowly, he backs you up against the wall, the feeling of it strikingly cold against your back, making you wince a little in pain. He placed a hand on your waist, fingers kneading carefully to dull the pain while his other hand gently held your face. Those two points of touch were enough to warm you up from the inside out.

“Then please,” he began. “Let me explain when I can.” it too sounded like a plea. His eyes looked over your face, waiting and hoping for you to give in to his request.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen.”

The Joker smiles, and it was warm and nothing like any other smile he’s ever given you. His thumb gently strokes your cheek and then he leans in, pressing a small kiss to that exact spot. He remained close as he trailed his lips from your cheek to your ear as he whispered, “I like you, little bird.”

Of all the times as he’s said those words to you, you never felt such a warmth from them before.

“I think I might like you too.”

He leans back, smirking at you. “You only think?”

A big smile is on your face as you try not to laugh. He presses his body to yours, all the points of contact sending thousands of happy buzzes to your brain as he leans his forehead against yours. You look into his eyes and see him searching yours before looking down at your lips. He places his lips against yours in the faintest touch, the happy buzzes going into overdrive but for only a moment. A shadow descends down into the alley, only a few feet away. You look over Baek’s shoulder and suppress a gasp.

“Nightwing?”

The boy stands tall, clad in all black, save for the blue bird that stretched across his chest. “Hello, Robin.” he says coolly. You tighten your grip on the Joker’s jacket before gently pushing him aside.

“What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that. What are you doing fraternizing with the enemy?” he didn’t sound threatening, but he was clearly struggling to keep his cool.

“He’s not the enemy.” you correct.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must’ve confused him with the another Joker.”

Behind, you hear Baekhyun snicker. Of course he would enjoy this. You turn to glare at him. His response was to lean back against the wall and not interrupt anymore. You turn back to Nightwing and literally grab him by the ear and drag him away to talk more privately.

“Batman sent you, didn’t he?” you immediately accuse.

“No.”

“Liar!”

“He didn’t, I promise.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“He asked me if I had seen the damage to the building your boyfriend so successfully had done and if I could help out.”

You roll your eyes. “Which is code for ‘Find Robin and see what she’s up to’. I told him I went out today to do some recon.”

“Fine job you’re doing.” he scoffed.

“I’ve been trying to help him!”

“Help him with what?” he demands, but then his expression changes. “On second thought, don’t tell me.”

You grimace at him. “Don’t be like that. He’s not all bad. I know there’s good in him.”

Nightwing comes up to you and gently grabs your shoulders. You see his big brown eyes boring into you even through his mask. “Robin, please. I love you and would do anything to protect you. I don’t want to risk what could happen when he’s not good.”

“I know,” you simply say. “But you’re just going to have to trust me,” you pause for a moment. The Joker had asked the same of you only moments earlier. “At least trust me more than Batman does.” you look down the alley and see the Joker still in the same spot, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. “He’s damaged, but not broken. I don’t think he wants to do bad things. Someone’s making him do it.”

Nightwing considers this. “Which is why he’s dangerous and the reason Batman believes the real Joker is alive.”

This revelation disturbs you for more than one reason. The main one being because it means that Batman knows Baekhyun isn’t the real threat here.

“If Batman knew this much, why hasn’t he told me? All he does is forbid me from confronting him alone. But I have multiple times now and have been able to handle myself… for the most part.”

The tall boy sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “Do you hear yourself, Robin? All these ‘what ifs’ are the reason you have to stop doing this.”

“Then try to stop me!” you threaten. “Don’t tell Batman what you saw today, or I will never forgive you! I’ll quit if I have to and you can go back to being his Robin. I know you were his favorite.” and with that, you walk away. You don’t hear him leave, but you knew he had. Ahead of you, you see the last of the Joker’s shadow round the corner, leaving the scene as well.

“Baekhyun!” you call as you run to him. Luckily for you, his limp was still slowing him down. You approach him and grab his arm.

“I think it’s time for you to go, little bird.” he says before you could say anything.

“I’m sorry that happened. I had no idea Batman involved him. Please, I want to talk more.”

He turns to you and smiles, but one that was full of sadness. “Another time.”

“Baekhyun, I just want to help.” you look into his eyes, dark as they may be, they were still innocent. “You want help, don’t you?” you finally ask. The question had been weighing on your mind. Every time you met, you saw him battle his instinct to be cruel and dangerous. He was only this way because he was raised to be. You were almost positive that he didn’t truly enjoy it. Almost.

“When the time is right.”he says.

“But what are we waiting for? Everything I want to do involves waiting. I can help. I can protect you. I won’t let Batman threaten you or the Joker if he really is alive.”

“You said I was damaged.”

You can’t help but raise your brow. You didn’t know he had heard.

“I need time to heal.”

“Do you mean physically? Because I can help with your leg.” It was a lame attempt at a joke, but he took the bait. Baekhyun smiled and cupped your cheek sweetly.

“All of the above, my little bird.” he stroked your cheek and you leaned into his touch. It was warm, because it came from his heart. “I think I expended my time with people today. We’ll meet again soon.”

You simply nod, nothing left to say. He didn’t answer any of your questions, but you figured it was for the best. He needed time to think about all of what happened today.

Hope you all liked this part!! I’ve been waiting to share it and what with Baek’s bday tomorrow I figured I can contribute by giving his muse some love <3 comments are always appreciated :)

#baekhyun scenario #exo scenarios #kpop scenarios #baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #s:baekhyun #my words #joker!baek

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lightshadowverisimilitude · 7 years

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It’s @musicalluna‘s bday! She asked for Tony patching Steve up while they chat and are domestic and sappy. I ended up with more sleepy than anything, but I hope you like it! Happy birthday! :D

About 1900 words, watch out for the cut!

“You should take better care of your skin,” Tony admonished from the bathroom. The light clicked off a moment later and he walked back into the room with the vintage first aid kit that Jan had given Steve as a gag on his last birthday. Steve had never used it himself, but it was packed with new “made to look vintage” packages of bandages, alcohol wipes, gauze rolls, and glass bottles of heavy duty pain killers.

Steve smiled at Tony’s bare feet under the trailing hem of a pair of Steve’s pajama pants, and then looked pointedly at the first aid kit. “You don’t need to do that, Tony. They’re just scratches. I’ll be healed in a couple days.”

“Shut up, and let me take care of you,” Tony advised sweetly. He knelt down between Steve’s feet and made himself comfortable. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even give Steve a heated look and make a joke about being on his knees. He unpacked the first aid kit and arranged the items he needed in neat piles, and then pulled on a pair of blue nitrile gloves.

“I have a vested interest in keeping your skin in one piece,” Tony said, glancing up at Steve through his eyelashes. “It would be nice if you would try to help.”

He gently turned Steve’s arm over to examine the thick swathe of abrasions curling up his arm from the base of his palm to his elbow. Tiny pieces of gravel, glass, and asphalt were embedded in the scratches. Steve had planned to just climb into the shower and scrub them out with a loofa, but he’d found Tony sprawled out on his bed, and plans had changed. He was grimy and coated in sweat, dirt, and soot, but when Tony had ordered him to strip, now he hadn’t argued. So he was perched on the edge of his studio couch with his boyfriend kneeling between his knees and he wasn’t even getting any fun out of it.

Humming reproachfully, Tony levered himself up to his feet and crossed to the small kitchenette in the corner. He returned with a shallow plate, went back to his knees, and peeled the tweezers out of their sterile bag. Steve did his best to cover up any sounds of discomfort as Tony set to picking the largest slivers out of the gashes.

“What did you do?” Tony asked finally. When Steve had first walked in, he’d gone through the emergency questions: are you alright? Are you in immediate danger? Do I need to suit up? But hadn’t asked for another explanation as he was bustling about getting Steve water and grabbing the first aid kit. “I’m guessing by the placement of the scratches that you laid your bike down at least.”

Steve winced and used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. “Yeah… it might need some of your first aid tomorrow too.”

Tony snorted. “I guessed as much. Run of the mill risking your life to avoid running over a family of quails on the road, or baddies shooting at you kind of situation?”

“There was a cat in the road,” Steve confessed. “I tried to find it after I crashed, but it was gone. I hope it’s alright. I don’t think I hit it.”

“Cats are resilient creatures,” Tony said, teasing out a long sliver of Steve’s headlight from his thigh. “Should we go look for it tomorrow?” he asked, glancing up again.

“You know me so well.” Steve leaned down and kissed the top of Tony’s head. He rested his forehead in the mess of Tony’s hair until Tony reached up and pushed him back so he could get to the scrapes on Steve’s ribs.

Tony finished picking the largest pieces out, and then held the plate of shards up and rattled it at Steve’s face. “Did you bring half the road home with you?”

“Considerably less than half,” Steve said, and then added, “Maybe twelve percent.”

Tony groaned. “That will never die,” he complained, but set the plate out of the way, pulled the gloves off, and held his hands out to help Steve up. “Come on. The rest will come out in the shower.”

Steve resisted saying finally! but only just. He took Tony’s offered hands and stood up slowly. The muscles in his back had seized up while he’d cooled down on the couch, and his joints were stiff and achy. Tony watched him with a concerned frown, but he didn’t say anything – they’d watched each other hobble around after enough accidents and fights that they’d both gotten a pretty good handle on what was ‘normal’ stiffness, and what required the intervention of a wheelchair or a bridal carry. Steve had to admit that he wouldn’t really mind being carried just then, but he settled for slinging an arm around Tony’s shoulders and leaning into him under the pretense of kissing his temple.

“You take good care of me,” he said as they shuffled to the hotel sized bathroom. His apartment was really just a quiet escape that was mostly dedicated to his art, and occasionally used as a crash pad when it was closer than the tower. He hadn’t been looking for much by way of amenities when he’d bought the place, but sometimes he really missed the hot tub in Tony’s palatial bathroom.

Tony eased him out of his boxers while the shower groaned and hissed and generally complained about being used. It took a subjective eternity to heat up, so Steve just leaned his uninjured shoulder against the wall while Tony went back into the main room to pick up Steve’s motorcycle clothing and cluck at the tears in the fabric. Steve had a feeling that he would have an armored motorcycle suit within the week and chuckled in fond exasperation.

The water had reluctantly warmed by the time Tony made it back with a handful of soft, paint stained but clean cloths. He’d stripped out of his own clothes on the way back in, but didn’t even give Steve time to appreciate his nudity before nudging him under the water. He’d left one cloth on the edge of the sink and used the other to softly clean out the scrapes while Steve just luxuriated in the hot water. The cloth smelled like lavender detergent and dryer sheets and felt like clouds of marshmallows against his skin. He heard himself making happy noises as Tony brushed it along uninjured sections of skin and didn’t even try to stop.

Possibly the one amenity benefit of his tiny studio apartment was the giant hot water heater. Hot showers after disasters was one luxury he’d given himself permission to indulge in, and he’d never yet exhausted the hot water once it warmed it. Steve lost track of how long they’d been in the shower and was starting to drift off a bit by the time Tony was satisfied that the grit had been cleaned out of the scratches. He didn’t immediately flip the water off, but dropped the cloth and wrapped his arms around Steve’s chest.

Feeling warm and relaxed and comfortable, Steve leaned into Tony’s chest and reached up to hold on to his wrists. Tony set his forehead carefully to Steve’s neck and laid gentle kisses over his spine that traveled across his shoulders, and then turned to soft bites, and then darting, ticklish little licks.

“You are giving me gray hairs, Steve Rogers,” Tony murmured against his skin.

“You don’t have a single gray hair,” Steve argued back, curling his spine to encourage more kisses.

Tony laughed, but obliged him with a line of kisses from the nape of Steve’s neck to his right shoulder. “You can thank my hairstylist for that,” he said between soft presses of his lips. “Trust me, many grays. All of them have your name inscribed on the follicles.”

“I do like my name on things,” Steve hummed. He turned in Tony’s arms and ducked down to capture his lips. Tony tasted like sleep and the faintest memory of cinnamon toothpaste, and Steve was sure his mouth tasted like dirt and asphalt, but Tony didn’t complain. They kissed languidly with the hot water pouring down around them until Steve had to pull away to hide a yawn behind his hand.

“Let’s get you bandaged and into bed,” Tony suggested, but they stayed under the water for several more seconds, swaying, both of them about one long blink from falling asleep. Tony finally curled an arm around Steve’s hip and turned off the water. The benefit of a tiny bathroom was that the entire space had warmed up admirably under the steam, so it wasn’t an agony of cold air to climb out of the shallow tub and hunt for towels.

Despite his eyes being half-lidded, Tony insisted on drying Steve off with the remaining soft towels, and then bundled him up in a bathrobe, and got him back to the couch where the bandages were still sitting out. He knelt naked on the rug, put on another pair of gloves, and soaked cotton balls with peroxide to swab all the scrapes. It was uncomfortable, but Steve was still too warm and too sleepy to really care. The cotton balls disappeared into a paper bag that he would burn later – Tony was even more paranoid about anyone getting their hands on Steve’s blood than Steve was himself – and then he smeared antibiotic cream on large bandages and applied them to the worst of the scrapes.

Steve considered reminding him that the serum would do a better job of heading off infection than the Neosporin would, but he just leaned back against the couch and watched Tony work instead. It had been a long time since someone had taken care of him like this. He typically ended up in Medical for major injuries and got neatly patched back together by a detached professional, and he ignored minor injuries beyond making sure he was wearing clothing that covered them so he didn’t get blood on his sheets.

Tony had him slide out of the robe so he could get to the scratches on Steve’s back, and then tucked the soft fabric around him again, striped out of the gloves with elastic snaps, and carefully repacked the first aid kit. Steve thought about going to bed, but the further he got was turning his head to stare at it while Tony put everything away, sealed the bag of bloody cotton balls, shards of road debris, and gloves up in a plastic bag, and refilled Steve’s water glass.

“Come on,” Tony cajoled through a yawn, “You will regret falling asleep on the couch. Drink the water and let’s cuddle in the nice big bed instead.”

“Best offer I’ve had all night,” Steve said. He managed about half the glass of water and set it down when it felt like it was starting to slide out of his fingers. Tony hauled him off the couch and they weaved drunkly to the bed. He lost a couple seconds of time between one blink and the next, during which he’d apparently taken off the robe and gotten under the covers, and then another few seconds disappeared between getting his arm under his pillow and the light turning out.

“I am so making Rhodey help us find that cat tomorrow,” Tony mumbled. “He’s gonna love it.”

“Mmm,” Steve managed, and then said, “I love you.”

Tony kissed his neck and snuggled up tightly behind him. “I’ll remember that when we’re crawling through the underbrush looking for the cat.”

Steve meant to respond, but forgot to open his mouth, and the last thing he heard was I love you too before drifting off to sleep.

#ladyshadowdrake writes #stony #domestic fluff #bandaids and booboos #shared shower time #happy bday!

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