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damnknoxandothernonsense · 1 year

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whole (poly! damn soulmate au)

Four strings. Gavin had four, firetruck red strings attached to him. From the minute that his existence began, he was tethered to four other individuals for the rest of his existence. Considering that he was an incubus with a potentially infinite life span, he knew that he had the chance of having more than one lover throughout his infinite existence. Yet, the utter shock he felt as he had to come to terms with eventually having his heart broken four times was not something he was by any means ready to accept. It took him countless millennia to accept such a fate, a millennia and yet he had not ran into a single one of his lovers. As time passed he stopped, he stopped waiting for them. He assumed that he had missed his chance to experience true happiness with any of his soulmates, mourning love that he never had to hold.

Lasko did not initially realize that having so many strings wasn’t normal. At first he loved the fact that he would get the chance to love so many different people. That adoration soon turned into shame when he was berated for having more than one lover in his lifetime. The very same people that were support to love and support him were the ones telling him that he was defective. To them there could be no other reason that there was so many people meant to love the sweet boy over the course of his life. When negative comments were the backtrack to his life for so many years, he was slowly convinced that the reason he was bound to so many people was the fact that they would not want to stay for an extended period of time. After all, if Lasko’s family could not bear to stick around, why would they?

Huxley could not wrap his head around why he had four strings attached to him. He wondered why he had so many- it was not as if he was anything special that he deserved the love of so many. It was not like he was the most smart individual on the planet. Sure, he could crack a few corny jokes that would usually ensure a pity laugh. Sure he was good at sports- but that wouldn’t last forever. He felt as if he was average at best. The only thing that he could find appealing about himself was the shell of the person he was. Huxley feared that he was only wanted for his exterior. He was petrified that he would fall in love with each and every person, only to find out they were meant for someone else. Maybe that is all he would be to them- just something nice to look at while they waited for their person to come around.

Damien was wary to trust the strings attached to him, choosing to ignore the strands of fate rather than acknowledging the possibility of getting hurt four times over. After all, his father was his mother’s soulmate- the same bastard that left her as soon as he found the next best thing. He severed ties with her, leaving her to fend for herself and their unborn child. From that moment on, his mother would repeatedly state how the very little love that she experienced at his father’s hand was not worth the lifetime of pain that she was left with. His mother taught him to not trust those red strings that led him to the individuals that would supposedly make him feel whole. With that, he learned to push down those feelings because when it came down to it, was the love worth it? Would the love ever be worth the scars that would be left behind?

Then there was Freelancer, sweeter than sugar Freelancer. They were proud of the fact that they had the opportunity to be with so many diverse people. It did not matter what anyone said to them, they took pride in their future loves. In fact, when their family forced them out of the only home they had ever known because of their empowerment, what kept them moving forward was the reality that they had so many people to look forward to.

What Freelancer definitely did not expect to run into one of their soulmates in a 7/11 days after. They had wandered in, trying to locate the academy that Caelum mentioned. They had nearly jumped out of their skin when they felt a tug on one of their strings, stopping for a moment before it drug them down one of the linoleum isles until they were met with a stranger. A stranger that was connected by a thin red string. Looking up from their tethering, Freelancer made eye contact with their soulmate. In that moment, the magically gifted human couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across their face. They would be okay- after all they were not alone in this world. With that Gavin could not stop smiling either. He hadn’t lost out on meeting one of his lovers. He still got to experience love.

They were able to determine the fact that they were both connected to the same people when looking at the varying directions of their undiscovered partners. The demon eventually was able to assist the Freelancer submit their application to Dahlia’s magic academy and their meeting with their counselor was set for a few days into the future. As time moved forward, they watched the strings move throughout the day. Sometimes the other strings were so close Gavin swore they were intertwined. All they could do is speculate.

Finally, their first day on campus arrived, and with a pit in their stomach they stepped foot onto the campus for the magically gifted. After taking what seemed like every wrong turn humanly possible, somehow ending up in the furthermost building from the one they were meant to be in. By the time they got to where they needed to be, they were almost 20 minutes late to the meeting. The Freelancer barged into the room without a second thought. They immediately started expressing their apologies to the startled individual behind the crowded desk. Yet, he did not say anything and Freelancer realized that he had heard not a single word he said. It was as if he was entirely focused on something else. They followed his line of sign, only to land on the string that connected them, and in that moment they both realized what that meant. So rather than discussing anything to do with Freelancer’s future at the academy as suggested by the meeting’s original intentions, they talked about anything and everything. The two told each other anything they could think of, quickly realizing that they had a plethora of things in common. Surely enough, they turned to the topic of their other partners. Freelancer told the story on how they recently met Gavin in the 7/11. Lasko in turn old the story on how he met Damien and Huxley- their other two soulmates. The stuttering mess in front of the Freelancer told them how they had been dating for approximately 2 years and how that entire time they had waiting to find their other parts. The nervous air elemental stated that they had been waiting to find them- trying to guess who they would be, what they would be like, etc.

After a lengthy discussion about their lovers, they then realize that the other three had not a clue in the world the discovery that had just taken place. The fact that they had each other- that they were not all lost in various places in the universe- that they weren’t alone- it had not even dawned on a majority of their group. They then call each of their partners, stating that there was an emergency and they needed to head to the guidance office as soon as possible. They all arrived almost instantaneously, unprepared for the situation they would walk into.

While it took some explaining, and a long talk on the process of everything, they all came to realize something. When they were together, their anxieties seemed to fade away. Gavin’s fear of missing out was triumphed by the fact that he was able to have all of his lovers in his life. Sure he did not know what tomorrow brought, but he had them. Lasko felt at home- entirely safe for the first time in his life span. No, his worries were not completely stripped away, but he had his partner’s to rely on. Huxley felt appreciated for more than his physicality, which did not cure his insecurities. However, with time and patience, his lovers would be there to help him realize that he was much more than his outer layer. No, Damien did not trust them right away- but little by little they were able to help him open up. The hurt caused by the Freelancer’s family was not minimized by having their lovers, but they were able to help them work through it. They were not magically cured- they were happy. They were together. They were… whole.

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iamknicole · 9 months

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Lies & Old Faces

HAHN/HAHN AU Fic

(Ignore that it's daytime in the pictures, it is currently nighttime the same night from previous fic.)

What Caleb said would be a quick trip to Mitch's home was halfway through it's second hour. The older man and Charles explained what they knew of what happened and what Treasure had told them to Mitch. The fact that he reacted calmly didn't hide the rage in his eyes. The rage that was also in his daughter's eyes hours ago. Even though Marco wasn't Josh's favorite person, he felt bad for what was coming if he wasn't careful. The three men that sat around him at the kitchen table had been discussing the matter at hand without raising their voices in the slightest, no inflection, nothing. It was as if they were discussing the weather and not plotting.

Feeling a tap on his arm, Josh came out of his own thoughts.

"Huh?"

Mitch chuckled, "I asked if you're still with us? You good?"

"Oh yeah, yeah I'm good. My bad. I'm listening."

"Don't worry, we won't be too much longer. I know you're dying to get back to babygirl." Caleb joked.

Josh cracked a small smile shaking his head.

"I'm good with yall, I ain't gon stay long when we get back to the house anyway."

Charles raised a brow looking at his watch then back at Josh. "It's only 10, you usually stay till 1. It's not like you to leave early."

Wanting to get the attention off of him, Josh just told them he had forgotten to drop something off earlier. He could clearly see it barely worked but with pressing matters at hand they moved past it. In his pocket, his phone was going off repeatedly and he took it out confirming the call to be from who he thought, turned it to silent then put it back in his pocket.

While the men spoke this time, he did better with staying present and responded appropriately. They spoke for another hour before leaving the Malone home.

True to what he said, he stayed no more than thirty minutes with Treasure before leaving. The promise of seeing her the next day was repeated on his way out the door. Though he knew Hanna would get on him for not talking to her before he left, he had to go.

As soon as he put his key in the front door to his home, he could hear arguing. It had been a few days of silence but as he learned growing up, it never lasted too long. He closed the door behind him then jogged up the stairs to the second story then to the master bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Josh asked looking between his parents.

His mother, Mona, broke eye contact with his father to approach him. She rubbed his cheek, putting on a smile for him.

"Nothing, nothing. Your father and I are just figuring some things out. That's all. How's my girl?"

Josh gently grabbed her wrist. "She's fine, she's good. Forreal, what's going on?"

She smiled again, this time wider pushing the waiting tears out of her eyes. He quickly wiped her tears away.

"You just go on to your room. We got it, I promise."

His father, Dru, grunted getting up from the bed, he pulled Mona away. Slowly, Josh moved his eyes from his mother to his father with a look of annoyance.

"Man, what?" Josh asked, sucking his teeth.

"Since you always saving your mama and tryna be the man of the house then here," he barked shoving papers into his son's chest, "Go head and take care of that so she can get off my damn back!"

Josh bit back the words that were trying to come out. He looked at the paper letting out an audible groan.

Mortgage.

Water.

Electricity.

"Every other month with this shit, man? So what was it this time? Prostitutes, gambling, alcohol or all three?" Josh asked as he folded the papers putting them in his pocket.

Dru, who had already been drinking before coming home to a pissed off wife, was in no mood for his son's accusatory glares. He roughly jabbed his finger into Josh's chest.

"I'm your father, you don't question me. This is my house," he spat.

"If it's your house then why is my mama tryna bust her ass to pay the bills in it? Why am I paying bills in it every other month? Especially when you got a damn job!"

Mona tried to step between them, only to be pushed out of the way by Dru. An action that only angered Josh more seeing her lose her balance and fall to the floor.

"You love acting like you got the perfect family and life to other people but you got a problem! And your problem is affecting me and my mama! We barely see you and when we do, it's cause you forgot to pay the bills! Ain't nobody stupid," Josh sneered staring into his father's eyes, "The least you could do is be honest about the stuff you doing so we can take care of it earlier!"

Dru swung, barely missing his son's face by an inch, he staggered a bit now feeling the effects of the alcohol he had consumed. Instead of indulging in the fight that his father wanted, Josh simply pushed him down then went to help his mother up.

"Grab you a bag and come on." He ordered softly.

"No, no, it's okay. Everything's okay, baby. He just needs to sleep that crap off."

Looking back at his father, who was now slumped over snoring, Josh chuckled.

"He does but we not gon be here to watch. You gotta get outta here at least for the night. Aight?"

Knowing that he wasn't going to let up, Mona smiled at her son before going to pack a small bag. He watched her for a moment until she disappeared into the walk in closet then he went to his father. He didn't want to but he knew helping him was the right thing to do so he moved him from the floor to the bed before going to pack his own bag.

An hour later, Mona was settled into the hotel room and sleeping peacefully while Josh pondered his next move. He counted the money in his duffel bag, there was enough to take care of the two smaller bills and the mortgage for at least four months but it would put a dent in his savings. He knew if he paid it up then it would be something less for his mama to worry about but to get it back he would be sacrificing his sleep again. Chuckling to himself, he didn't even know why he wasted his time even thinking about it. No matter what he would always pick the option that eased his mother's stress.

The next day he made sure his mother knew that the bills would be taken care of. The smile on her face warmed his heart but if she knew how he was actually getting the money she wouldn't be this happy. Telling her that the money came from Caleb sounded much better than telling her that it came from selling drugs. He had given that life up until a year ago when he realized his mama was killing herself trying to save the house and the bills. And as long as he let her know that Caleb didn't want it known that he was giving him money, Josh felt like he was in the clear.

Just as he promised, Josh pulled up to the Williams home at 2 o'clock that afternoon with candy and snacks having spent the morning knocking the bills out. He didn't bother knocking, just walked right in and closed the door behind him.

"The favorite has returned!"

He heard a squeal that made him laugh as he walked into the living room. He put the bags down then picked four year old Zorion and three year old Gianna up, hugging them and kissed their faces.

"Yall missed me huh? I missed yall too."

"What you got?" Zorion asked.

"You know I can't come see the crew without all the snacks and candy. Yall been good?"

"Gigi has but Zorion has not," Cameron called out just as Josh put them down. "He stole my damn slim jims."

Zorion grinned. "Daddy said you can't prove it so it didn't happen."

Cameron growled at the kids making them squeal and run, before he followed them he put a hand on Josh's shoulder.

"Mama in the den, she wanna talk to you. And she not happy, nephew."

With that Cameron jogged away after the kids. Taking a few deep breaths, Josh left the living room to go to the den. When he walked in she was sitting in the sofa with her feet tucked under her watching a Denzel movie. He went to sit in the love seat, a comfortable distance.

"Uhn uhn," she spoke not taking her eyes off the screen and pointed to the cushion beside her, "Right here."

With a sigh, he got up and moved to the spot she wanted him in. Five agonizing minutes passed before she said anything to him.

"I told you to make sure you came to talk to me before you left. I waited and you never came."

"I'm sorry," he breathed out rubbing his hands over his knees.

"Wasn't looking for an apology. Looking for an explanation."

"My mom wanted me to come home, I ain't wanna keep her waiting too long."

Hanna chuckled to herself finally looking over at him. "When Lainey lies to me, she can't look at me. No eye contact at all. When Cameron lies to me, he says uuh after every two words. When Treasure lies to me, her eyes get all big and she giggles. Probably nerves."

"Yes ma'am."

"Benny ... he calls me Mommy when he lies to me. Caleb answers then changes the subject quickly." She continued as she watched him pick imaginary lint from his pants then his shirt.

"Yes ma'am."

At this point it was an automatic response. He knew where this was going and had no idea what else to say that wouldn't get him popped.

"And you ... when you lie to me, you fidget and the bridge of your nose sweats."

Josh subconsciously reached to wipe his nose then breathed out a chuckle. His nose was indeed sweating and the fidgeting thing was on point. It made him feel good that she paid that much attention to him but also vulnerable.

"So let's try that explanation again. Better yet, tell me why you haven't been sleeping again. I'm listening."

He sighed. Still not willing to tell the truth, he'd settle for a half truth.

"Ma been working a lot of overtime, guess she knew he was gonna be short again or felt it. You know when she work nights at the hospital I stick around to keep an eye on everything and her." He explained truthfully. "And I didn't stay last night cause my dad was calling me constantly and I knew that meant they were arguing so I went to stop that."

"And where is she now?"

"We went to a hotel last night so she's still there resting."

Hanna leaned over to kiss his forehead and cheek. "You're still not telling me something but I'll leave it for now. Go take my pain in the butt grandchild and get your mama. She shouldn't be alone,she should be around people."

Josh bit the inside of his cheek, "No, she okay. She like having her silence."

Marcie snorted as she entered the den with popcorn. "It's you thinking Mama was asking. Boy, go get T and go."

Hanna laughed, raising a brow at the young man. It made him laugh as well. As he was getting up, Marcie plopped down on the other end of the sofa. He leaned to kiss both of their cheeks before leaving the room and heading upstairs.

When he got to her room, the door was open so he stood in the doorway watching her for a moment. She was watching a movie and knitting, something she had picked up from his mom.

"I swear you just a little old lady." He joked loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes darted up, her middle finger made an appearance next. "Now I don't think that's very nice or ladylike, miss thing."

Laughing, she sat her stuff aside and got up to hug him. They squeezed each other tight, staying in their embrace for a couple minutes before pulling away. Josh checked her hands, glad the bruising on her knuckles was going down.

"You actually came. Didn't think you would." She told him honestly.

"Why is that?"

"You didn't call me last night and I know that means one of two things so figured you'd be tired," she shrugged.

Josh moved an eyelash from her cheek, holding it out on the tip of his finger for her to blow and make a wish. He smiled watching her do so.

"Never too tired to kick it with the fam," he told her. "Put your shoes on, you ridin' with me."

Excitedly, Treasure went to put her sandals on and grab what she needed. "Oooh, where we going?"

"Calm your spoiled self down," he laughed. "We just goin to get Ma and comin back."

"Hmm well you still owe me ice cream but I can wait. Let's go get my other mama."

Josh playfully scrunched his face up. "She my mama not yours. Now come on and don't bring that purse. Leave it here."

"What if I need it?"

He tilted his head, staring at her. "Do you ever need it with me?"

"No."

"Alright then, put that shit down."

Raising a brow, a slow smile spread across her face as she put her purse down. He nodded turning to leave out the room knowing Treasure was right behind him.

The brothers and Caleb decided they should have a barbecue. It was a nice day, Josh's mom was with them and obviously needed to be cheered up so why not. Cameron sent a grocery list and money to Josh after they left to get his mother while they set the backyard and patio up. A couple hours later, the men were barbecuing, the women were making the sides and desserts and the children were either running around playing or in the pool.

Lainey peeked out the slide door with a smile. Cheyenne noticed and went to see what she was looking at.

"Whatever was bothering him, doesn't seem to be bothering him anymore," she said softly to her sister.

"That or it doesn't matter when he's with Treasure."

"Either way I'm glad he doesn't look so stressed out. He's far too young for that."

While the two sisters spoke, Mona asked to see Hanna alone so they stepped into the living room. Before she could think about it, Mona hugged Hanna tight and quick.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just thankful."

"It's fine, I'm not opposed to hugs. And shoot," Hanna chuckled, "I'm thankful for you and your son too. Yall are good for my grandbaby."

Mona nodded, smiling. "Yeah, Treasure is a handful but a good handful. Her and my baby mesh really well. He may not wanna admit it but he is crazy about your grabdbaby."

Hanna laughed. "Oh don't I know it and she feels the same way about him."

Mona grabbed her hands, giving them a quick squeeze. "Josh told me that Caleb doesn't want it mentioned but I just couldn't be in your house and not thank the two of you."

"Thank us? For the invitation?" She chuckled. "You're always welcome just like your big head son."

Mona laughed. "I mean that too but I mean for the help. If it wasn't for you and your husband I'm not sure how I would've gotten those bills paid."

"Oh the bills we helped pay? Oh that's what you're talking about."

"Yes and I know that you all didn't want me to pay you all back, I still plan to. It's too much money to just be giving away," Mona sighed softly, "I just really appreciate you both. I do. I feel so blessed to have you all in my life and his."

Hanna smiled at her, making light of the conversation. Everybody was having a good time but she made a mental note to ask Caleb about that later. She didn't mind it but something about it didn't sound right.

The sun had set and the family moved the good time from outside to inside, on the den. All of the kids, except Treasure and Josh, had gone up to their rooms to rest and do their own things. The teenagers sat on the floor, somewhat away from the adults but still within eyesight of everything. Earshot as well but they honestly weren't listening to the adults. Treasure had him unraveling and rolling her yarn for her while she knitted as they talked softly with each other. The adults eyes would wonder over to them every now and then but left them alone mostly.

"Yall know I found out that Mona is actually from Maxine," Melissa told the group. "I had no idea."

Eddie frowned a little. "Maxine? Really? You must've minded your business cause I don't know you and was there for awhile."

"I minded the business that paid me," Mona chuckled, "And its been awhile since I lived there. I think Josh was about three or four when my husband got orders for the base here and we moved. After he retired a few years ago we stuck around here, liked it way better than Maxine."

Eddie's frowned turned into a smile. "I knew I liked you."

"So you got family and stuff there?" Benny asked swatting Lainey's hand away from his stocking cap.

"I do. Not much though. My mom passed years back, my father is in a home there umm my sister, her husband and kids are there."

"You go visit?" Cameron asked leaning into her answers.

"Not like I should. I'm always working and honestly, my sister is," Mona paused to chuckle, "She's ... well I'm more honey than vinegar and she's more vinegar than honey."

Lainey nodded. "Oh so she's a little witch. Gotcha."

They all laughed following Mona's. Continuing to with their conversation, bouncing around to different subjects the group continued to enjoy themselves.

"Grab my phone out my pocket please, baby bop." Josh asked softly. His hands full with trying to untangle the yarn she tangled. After digging it out, he had her answer it and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Auntie. Whats up? ... Yeah we good. Why? ... He lyin, we good." Josh paused listening and rolling his eyes. "You gon come for no reason ... so what you ask for if you were already ... yes ma'am ... yes ma'am ... ima send it."

After they hung up, Josh had Treasure send the address to Auntie then cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, yall ... sorry to interrupt."

"What's wrong?" Mona asked quickly.

He huffed a little. "Auntie on her way, dad called her. She said she wanna check on you. It's aight I gave her the address, Pop?"

Caleb smiled, he never got tired of hearing how comfortableJosh was calling him that. He was another grandson that Caleb was not complaining about having. "Of course, we're not gonna keep her from her sister."

"Unless she get crazy then we gon get crazy right back," Zion shrugged.

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang, Marissa went to let them in. She stared at the two people on the otherside of the door.

"Oh hell no. What do you two want?"

"I'm here to check on my sister and nephew, especially now that I know they're here with you fools."

Marissa chuckled biting her tongue. "Know what? Come on in."

She shut the door behind them then led them to the den. Marissa got their attention and the room fell silent. Mona got up to greet her sister and brother in law before turning to the family.

"Well this is my sister, Natalie and her husband, Lushion. You guys this is Josh's best friend and her family."

The room was still silent.

"Oh hell no!" Marcie snapped. "Absolutely not."

"Now I know you fuckin lying," Melissa groaned.

"I gotta be dreaming," Lainey chuckled, "I gotta be."

"Girls," Caleb called out.

Mona chuckled nervously. "So I take it you all know each other?"

"Lulu, what the hell is your ass doing in here? Get out." Eddie fussed allowing Cheyenne to keep him in his seat.

"Eddie," Hanna called.

Josh nudged Treasure, who had zoned out focusing on her knitting. "Remember I was telling you about my annoying ass auntie," he whispered, "that's her."

Treasure looked then did a double take. "What the hell?" She said louder than intended.

"Treasure!" Caleb, Hanna and Charles called out.

"Sorry, sorry I just ... I don't like that lady or him." She shrugged.

"I see not much has changed," Natalie hummed folding her arms, "Especially not that disrespectful ass lil girl. Joshua, what are you even doing here hanging around with this girl and her family? That's why you got ya mama acting like this, cause you with them."

Lainey covered her face laughing and calming her nerves. Had to be the worst luck in the world. Charles stood putting his hands in his pockets.

"You can say almost anything you want about whatever adult in this room you want but when it comes to my daughter, my children period, you're gonna watch your mouth." Charles spoke in an even tone. "I don't allow anybody to disrespect my children. Are we clear?"

"Oh please, yall know just like I do how disrespectful that lil heffa is but yall aren't phased by it cause she got it from her damn mama." Natalie huffed. "Mona, Josh, let's go. We're gonna go back to the house and figure this out."

Mona stopped her son. "Natalie, this is why I don't visit. Nothing is wrong with this family, me or my son. We are fine. I'm sorry you drove all this way but leave. You're not gonna disrespect them."

Natalie narrowed her eyes at her little sister, Lushion stepped in.

"Listen, Mona, just come with us and let's figure this out. We can tell you everything, including why you and Josh shouldn't be mingling with them."

Mona shook her head. "I'm not a child, I'm grown, I can take care of myself. Please ... leave."

Natalie grabbed her sister's arm making Josh jump up,dumping the yarn off his hands. Charles quickly stopped him before he got close to his mother, Uncle and aunt. Treasure got up, standing behind her best friend.

"Don't grab on my mama like that," Josh sneered.

"Aye, don't talk to your auntie like that. Have some respect," Lushion fussed sternly.

Eddie pushed his wife's arm away, pushing himself up off the sofa staring Lushion in his face. "You have some damn respect for my family's house and get out. Use that tone with him again, you gon wear an ass whooping out this world on your way out."

"Nobody scared of you, Eddie."

"Don't gotta be scared to get your ass whooped, Lulu."

Mona tried to get her arm free. "Nat, seriously, let go. I'm grown."

"If she wants you to let go then let her go. Don't be a bully," Treasure spat.

Natalie pointed at Josh and Treasure. "Just like him, you need to mind your damn business. Your disrespectful ass in grown up business. Stay your lil fast ass in a child's place."

Lainey stood from her seat, still chuckling but there was nothing funny. Charles told the teenagers to go upstairs and make sure the younger kids were sleep then go in her room. Lainey pulled her earrings off, her sisters followed suit. Eddie was in a staredown with Lushion, his brothers minus Charles who was preparing to grab his wife, standing behind him. Hanna told Caleb to step in.

"My husband already told you twice not to comment on my child. You don't get a third warning. I love your sister and I hope she forgive me but you gon wear this ass whoopin."

As the arguing and struggle ensued, Josh and Treasure sat beside each other on the floor in front of her bed. Through her closed door they could hear muffled arguing not able to make out words but they didn't care.

"Are you really related to that lady?"

Josh chuckled. "I ask myself that same question. A lot. Unfortunately, yep. You good though?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I'm good. Wish I could see my mama beat her down though. You okay?"

"Stressed but I'm aight."

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Are you selling again?"

"What? Why you ask?"

"You had to pay the bills again and you've paid up a few months. That's a lot of money from your savings, Josh."

Josh fought internally with himself. "Nah, it wasn't bad. I'm still good. I'm not."

Treasure stuck her pinky out to him. "Promise?"

Josh linked his pinky with hers, feeling beads of sweat on his nose. "Yeah."

"Good cause its not safe and if you go to jail I'm gonna be mad at you."

Josh kissed her head, choosing not to respond and make any of it worse. The two of them watched a movie drowning out the downstairs noise until they fell asleep.

#hahn #not quite au but au i guess #hahn au #treasure malone #have and have nots

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detectivenyx · 2 years

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anyone telling you not to make fun of tiktok because you can ‘curate your experience to be how you like!’ is a fucking liar and has been completely suckered in by that godforsaken app.

a. even when my feed was ““perfectly tailored”“ to my interests (danganronpa, queer content, australian content, lolita fashion), it was just throwing whatever was in those tags at my face. a lot of this content was completely irrelevant to me - overdone danganronpa jokes that i heard told better on other websites, queer experiences of young kids i couldn’t relate to and felt creepy watching, stuff about australia that i was already observing for myself because i fucking live here, and largely the same 3 topics with lolita videos; ‘stop shopping on amazon for lolita’, ‘you can wear whatever you need to accomodate your disabilities with lolita’, ‘im tired of people assuming im a pedo for liking lolita’. these are all fucking things i agree with, but being repeatedly bombarded with just those and nothing else made it exhausting. this feed is supposedly perfectly tailored to everything i love, and yet even the addictive nature of tiktok wasn’t enough to keep me interested.

b. tiktok is deliberately designed to be as addictive as possible. similar to how the video game Civilization has that mentality of ‘just one more turn’ and suddenly it’s gone from 10am to 9pm, tiktok’s short video and scrolling design are created to ensure you keep going through videos for as long as possible - ‘just one more video’. when i had the app, i was aware of this, and yet would still lose 2-4 hours scrolling through the app regularly. the absolute cavalcade of shit, that would be largely ignored on other platforms, is part of the design of tiktok. you go ‘just one more video’, but the next video is total shit. you scroll to the next video, and it’s also fluff. you keep scrolling until you get to that one ‘good’ video - and you forget you were going to close the app in the first place. it’s the exact same design as games like candy crush, which a youtube friend of mine showed this video that goes into detail about how it creates an addictive environment - and even after he realised candy crush was insanely addictive by its design, he was completely aware of it, he was still suckered in and kept playing. tiktok is the exact fucking same. you can curate the experience however you like! so long as how you want to curate your experience is ‘lose 4 hours of your life scrolling through absolute bullshit vaguely related to your interests’.

c. why would i want a robot to curate my experience completely?! youtube, for all of its fucking garbage, at least lets me pick what i want to watch from its suggestions, and its suggestions are usually not total garbage. by now even my youtube feed is curated to my interests and it’s way better than tiktok ever was because i have more influence over my experience than just giving a robot a few topics and letting it choose videos to force me to watch. at least i can take a look at the title and see if it might be something interesting.

d. misinformation is really fucking easy to absorb on tiktok - there’s a reason it has its reputation for ruining things for the LGBTQ+ community, for the autistic community, for people with DID and OSDD, and many other communities. the fact that anybody can post any video, can post videos that seem legit on the surface, and are using the app’s design to their advantage, means it’s extremely fucking easy to spread and absorb misinformation - that can be fucking dangerous. unlike on a youtube video where i can just click a new firefox tab and look up whether what’s being presented to me as fake, tiktok makes you close its phone app and open up a new app to google it. then if you need to reference a certain point in the tiktok, it doesn’t have timestamps like youtube, and often resets if you minimise the app, so you have to watch the video again, and repetition bias sets in - stuff that’s all annoying to deal with, so your brain just decides it must all be true because it’s easier. and after tiktok is done ruining the reputation of these communities, it makes it even fucking harder than it already is for us to be taken seriously - and for once it’s not entirely the fault of the people who refuse to respect us, but it’s also the fault of people using this shit app to spread misinformation about us.

so yeah fuck tiktok, make fun of it all you want, i want this app fucking obliterated

#- nyx (they/she)#tiktok #this isn't even all of it to be quite fucking honest.

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kasey-writes-stuff · 11 months

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Can i ask why do you hate Jack?

I don’t hate him I just really don’t like him

Putting it under the cut cause it’s kinda long

Reasons being

1. During the team seas event he basically made a joke insinuating for any girls/women that have had problems with Punz to message him

So that completely made me drop him for a few months he did a little later in the stream apologize but it still personally didn’t sit right with me so I dropped him

Then I got kinda back into him randomly from that one stream where he talked about being locked out of his house

2. He got Michael from 5sos onto the DSMP and I didn’t watch the stream but I saw some clips and the way he treated Hannah and like talked about her upset me a whole lot

At that point in time I was basically neutral on him if I remember correctly but I was kinda thinking to myself Hannah should’ve been the one to show Michael around but that’s more of a personal preference cause it just kinda irked me seeing clips of him just repeatedly making jokes saying songs that weren’t 5sos songs were his faves but again that’s all more of a personal preference thing

3. That time where there was all that dream stuff going on and he like was basically saying him and Dream are close and he feels like when he’s close with people then he can talk to them about stuff and like calling Dream his friend but then that same stream saying the complete opposite things and contradicting himself and saying he didn’t wanna talk about things but then he did

That just really was upsetting to see him flipping around so much and it was confusing and hurtful tbh like saying him and Dream were friends and close then saying he can’t talk to him about it cause he’s not close enough with him ya know??

4. The misogyny I can’t remember if it was him or mizkif that said it but someone said all GNF fans are 15 year old girls I’m pretty sure it was him and so of course as to be expected people rightfully got upset especially considering for so many months Jack had a bit going of him being so into George and everything and so then he does a stream a few days later I think and he starts saying what he did isn’t misogyny then he says he wants someone to explain how it was misogyny he never tried to find a way to let someone properly explain how it was misogyny and he completely ignored any attempts in chat at explaining it and proceeded to say basically it was all our faults because we have internalized misogyny

Do I even have to explain why that is upsetting??

4. The final and most recent one I didn’t watch any of the streams because I was out so you can correct me if this is wrong but he apparently heard technodad tell dream he saw his short or something like that and he liked it and jack made a comment saying he was gonna go check and see if it was inappropriate or not

Now that’s just I don’t know like why would dream upload a inappropriate short in the first place I’ve not watched many of his shorts so sure they probably have a little bit of bad humor but I’d doubt there’d be anything as inappropriate as whatever jack was thinking and the fact technodad was the one to say that and he’s saying that?? I don’t know there’s just something about that it just doesn’t sit right tbh

That could be a bit of personal thing that one that I just find not good and that irks me but yea that’s all I can think of off the top of my head

And this doesn’t mean I don’t like people who like jack I don’t care if you like him that’s fine I just personally don’t and while I usually try to keep my dislike of CC’s in to avoid upsetting any of my friends or followers who like them it’s sometimes nice to let out my negative emotions about them

I hope that all makes sense 👍🏻

#kasey speaks #asks #anon #jack manifold neg #discourse

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stalkersquirrel · 2 years

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We Are Survivors | Chapter 5

Writer: StalkerSquirrel | Co-Writer: Unicornymous

Warning The Overall Story Contains: apocalypse, fighting, weapons, death, murder, horror, dark thoughts, dark moments, fantasy creatures, mutant creatures, Fallout Series Themed, powers, religions, etc.

Chapter 5: Empty Eyes

No one could ignore the dark clouds in the sky, it was confirmed any time now it will rain and not a little but enough to flood. "Sven can you tell the person in the radio shack to broadcast that our settlement's gates are close and any wanderers or travelers should seek safety near them." Enyo asks as she rushes around her office, the past few days have been a mess and now there is a storm threatening to wipe out anything in it's way. "Yeah, of course. I'll remind them on my way to the mines." He replies quickly as he hands her a blue folder she has been looking for, a soft thank you leaves her as she heads out the door of her office.

"Close the gates!" Sterre yells close to the guard's face, not because she was angry. Oh absolutely not, it is because the winds were deafening. The winds picked up after the radio broadcast that the gates of settlement 22 would only be open for another hour before closing until the storm passes however they didn't expect for the winds to be so strong so they left it open for an extra hour since the travelers and wanderers would have difficulties. Sterre's shoulders relaxed a bit when the gate finally closed and locked before being braced for any flooding, Sterre double checked the guards to make sure everyone was ready for the long day ahead of them.

Uxue slumps against an armchair in the lounge as she closes her eyes, it felt like the days she was in Deadfall. People were coming in with horrible windburns, bruises and cuts from being thrown in the wind, to some coming in to make sure their hearing was still okay due to how loud the wind was. No, she isn't upset that people were coming in. No, she isn't upset that some of the things were minor. She is proud that they came in because it could have been something dangerous but regardless, it still made her tired.

Sven grins while he shakes his head, lightly pushing on Zhi's shoulder. "That is my snack, you little shit." Sven jokes as Zhi's laughter fills the air as he lends against the younger man, "But you said I could have it!" The slightly shorter male points out as he pops the chopped up carrot piece into his mouth. "I said you could have HALF." The brunet restates as quickly grabs one of the sweet mini yams, "Half, all of it. Same thing." Zhi smiles as he lays his head on Sven's shoulder.

The head miners look at the entrance of the resting room when they heard someone call their names, "Leader Grigorescu and Leader Fabian, Leader Danielsen that the mines are closing now." A young lady yells into the mines, her voice bouncing off the walls. The two men heavily sigh as they start to pack up, Sven heading out first to get the young lady to stop yelling into the mines. After a moment, Zhi was behind him following them out of the mines along with the other fellow miners. Sven places a warning sign on the mines to make sure no one goes in without acknowledging that fact that their life is at risk more than normal if they do.

"We checked everything around the settlement, we are prepare for a flood." Brittania confirms as her pencil glides across the paper, "Are you sure? Will you check again?" Enyo asks as lets her hair down from her ponytail. "No, Enyo. This is the sixth time, I am not sending people out to just repeatedly reassure you everything is fine so believe me when I say that we. are. fine." The blonde's voice is harsh as she looks up at the brunette, Enyo frowns while her shoulder slumps. She knows Brittania wasn't being mean to hurt her feelings, she knows people are tired from the stress this week has caused but it felt targeted. "Enyo. Enyo, please, look at me." The navigator's voice softens as she gets up from her chair to pull the woman into a hug, "No matter what happens, just know it was no one's fault. We have no clue how strong this flood will be, this is our first flood if it even does flood. All our knowledge is out of books we read in the libraries or learn from the older generations, so don't beat yourself up if anything goes wrong." Brittania reassures as she holds her leader, the stress of overthinking finally gets to Enyo. She cries into the navigator's shoulder as she hopes they make it through this, she hopes the settlement can withstands this storm.

The wind was deafening, the rain hit hard against any surface it met against, and the high rising water of the flood shown no mercy as it rips through the settlement. Everyone thought they were prepared for the flood, everyone thought that the settlement could handle ANYTHING that hits it but they were wrong, so wrong. Sven held Nick and Zhi close to him as they sat on top of Nick's craftsman shop, they barely made it. Zhi was almost taken by the harsh waters if it wasn't for the other two's quick reflects. Brittania and Enyo sat on the roof of the unit's home with worried and distracted looks on their faces as they watch the storm carry on, Eirik was trying to save a civilian but he got swept away with the current. Uxue and Sterre were in the medical center, they had no time to get to cover when the water took them.

It would be days until the storm finally passes and a few more for the flood to disappear. The survivors were in shock, the flood leveled their settlement to the ground besides a handful of buildings. Everything they worked for was gone, everything they build was gone, and they had no clue where anyone was or even if they were alive. Enyo's and Brittania's stomachs ache with hunger but hunger wasn't on their minds as they searched amongst the survivors for any familiar faces, the girls raced to the boys when they immediately recognized them. Zhi screams in happiness as he pulls Enyo into a hug as Brittania hugs Sven and Nick, "Eirik got taken by the flood." Enyo says quickly while she pulls away. "Fuck, okay, let's get ourselves taken care of and we'll go look for the rest of our unit." Sven's voice was rough from hardly talking, hell, it hurt to talk even. The groups agrees quietly before looking amongst the ruins of their settlement for food, supplies, and anything else that could help them.

Groans of pain left Eirik as his arms shake while he pushes himself into a sitting position, his body ached as he scans his surroundings. He could see a radio tower off in the distance with '22' sign on it, he relaxes noting to himself that the tree he fell out of obviously prevented him from going to far from his settlement. Eirik as careful as he can be, moves himself into a standing position. Grimace and pain crosses his face as he starts heading back to his settlement, his right leg feels broken and there is back radiating from his lower back as he stumbles across the uneven landscape.

"Medic! Medic! We need a medic!" A stranger's voice calls out, Enyo's looks over her shoulder. Curiosity got the better of her and she was glad that she let herself give into it, there lending against the big man was Eirik. He was battered, bruised, and broken. A young lad rushes over to Eirik as well as the unit, "Eirik, oh my god, Eirik. I thought the flood took you!" Brittania cries out as a pained groan leaves the man when she hugs him. "Please, ma'am, I need to see the damage." The young medic gently reminds her, she quickly pulls away as she apologies. "I got caught in a tree, I also fell out of that very same tree." Eirik chuckles a bit as he thinks about it, "Is there anything to eat? I'll eat bark at this point." The man states as the medic starts to clean the wounds the best he could and dress them. "Yeah, yeah." Zhi quickly replies as he runs back to their spot to grab the bowl he was eating out of, racing back and handing it to Eirik. "Did you see Uxue or Sterre?" Nick asks as he makes makeshift crutches after hearing Eirik's leg is broken. "No, I saw no one even near me. I don't think anyone was lucky enough to be as close as I saw to the settlement." The injured man answers as he sets his crutches beside him on the wooden crate, the unit's shoulders slump in disappointment. They hopes starting to fade but they hope none the less that the other two were alive.

"Uxue! Uxue!" Sterre calls out as she walks through the debris and unresponsive bodies, fear rushing through her rises with every passing thought about what could have happened to her. Distance yelling to her left caught her attention, Sterre starts moving in that direction but the closer she got, the more she slows down. She recognize the voices, Uxue and Sonja. Sterre lends against a sturdy tree as she peeks around the trunk of it. Uxue was holding her side, laying on the muddy ground as Sonja stood above her with a gun pointed at her. "Sonja, for the love of anything in this world, stop!" Uxue yells as she pushes herself back in hopes to create distance but Sonja just follows, "Why? You helped throw me out." Sonja sneers before slamming a foot into the doctor's chest. A scream rips from the injured woman, her hands wrap around the engineer's ankle.

Uxue doesn't know what was scarier, the gun being pointed at her head or the empty eyes staring into her soul. The doctor closes her eyes, she was too weak to fight against the former ally of hers. A shot rung out, just as confusion fills her a body slams against hers. A scream of shock leaves Uxue as she pushes the body off her before realizing it was Sonja, a bullet hole between the eyes explains what happens but it wasn't self inflicted. "Are you okay?" A distance voice yells as a several footsteps grew closer, Uxue looks over to see a group of four heading her direction. "Yes but no." She replies when they finally get close enough, she weakly pulls herself in a sitting position before lending back on her elbows. "Ah, name's Basil. I am my group's medic." A large man announces as he kneels down beside her, "I am a doctor back in my settlement. Name's Uxue." She quickly replies before a sharp gasp cuts through the air when he moves her leg to see if it went straight through. "Basil is my husband! My name is Madog! I am the hunter!" A man with golden eyes spoke happily as he gave the area a quick look area before staring off into the destroyed forest, "Name's Ace, I am the leader and this is my wife, Bonny. She is a chef but like all of us, variously talented." A man in all black speaks up after a few moments of silence.

"You can come out." Madog rises his voice, he could easily see a woman peeking out from behind a tree. By the look on her face alone, she was terrified but he doesn't know if it was them or what happened pier. None the less, the woman finally pushes away from the tree and stumbles her way towards them. "Sterre!" Uxue shouts, she moves to get up but Basil was quicker to push her back down to keep checking her. "I am assuming she is her friend but as a doctor, you should know you can't do much to help her if you don't help yourself first." He states quietly as he starts wrapping up the wounds after getting them as clean as possible. "Yes, please, I am in better shape then you so please don't worry too much." Sterre says as she sits down besides the doctors, her eyes scan the four strangers. "Are you- um-" Sterre starts but she doesn't know how to phrase the question without seeming rude, "Ace and me are only half mutants, older generation. Basil and Madog are not full mutants but pretty close to it, they are a newer generation." Bonny explains, understanding what Sterre wanted to ask.

The bear-like man helps Uxue walk back to the groups' settlement, Madog scouted ahead of the group. His eyes and tall ears making sure no enemies were out to get them or anymore survivors needing help. They had to stop every now and again to let the injured rest but after a few hours, they made it to a small settlement up on the mountain where the forest was at the base of. The gates open as a semi-transparent person let out a happy scream, "You are back! No one arrived since you left!" They cheerfully state before worry covers their face. "What happened? Who are they?" The slime-like person asks as they rush over to help Sterre into the settlement, "Uxue and Sterre, they say they're from settlement 22." Ace answers as he helps Bonny shut the gates. "Ah! My name is Jae! I am mainly fix things but I vary in many things." They state happily as they helped Sterre into a chair in the medical bay.

A sharp gasp leaves Uxue as she shot up into a sitting position, her heart pounds against her chest as she quickly looks around herself. It has been roughly a week since she been in settlement Rosabell and two days since Ace contacted settlement 22 through their radio but it didn't ease her nightmares or homesickness. The bulky woman lends back down into the bed but refusing to shut her eyes, she didn't want to see those empty eyes looking back at her. She didn't want to remember Sonja's last moments, she didn't want to feel the guilt all over again when she hears Sonja's words on repeat in her head. "Nightmares?" A soft voice breaks the silence, Uxue turns her towards the door of the medical bay. "Yeah." She softly replies as she watches the fox-like man quietly move further into the room, "I get them too." He states as he sits down at the edge of her bed. "Your leader, Enyo, I think. She said to tell you that your unit will be here soon." Madog smiles softly as he relays the message, "Apparently, your home is currently gone but we have enough room to take your unit in but your unit couldn't leave your settlers alone and lost so they are rehousing them in nearby settlements."

The doctor chuckles as she looks up at the ceiling, "That seems about right." She states as an arm is placed behind her head. "I would be doing the same if I was there but are you sure this is okay?" The brunette asks, the fox chuckles in response. "If it wasn't, Ace would never offer it." Madog states with full confidence as he pulls himself off the bed, "It is almost morning, would you like help getting to the cafeteria?" The slender man asks as he walks over to the wheelchair. "Yes, please." Uxue replies as she carefully sits up this time before moving to the edge and with help, she got into the wheelchair. "I'll let Miss Aliprandi sleep in a few more hours before waking her for breakfast." He said with a snicker as he quickly pushes the wheelchair to the dining hall.

-End of Chapter 5: Empty Eyes-

#We Are Survivors #Chapter 5 Empty Eyes

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puckyess · 2 years

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i wasn’t jealous | brendan brisson

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Even over the music swirling throughout your room, you can hear the long, exaggerated sigh coming from the man laying on your bed. You spare him a glance as you open your drawer, rolling your eyes at the pouty lips and puppy dog eyes he’s pulled out for your benefit. If he hadn’t been sighing like that for the last half hour, you might’ve entertained him because he really did look cute all sprawled out, arm propping up his head, his hair still a mess from practice. But the fact of the matter was that he had been sighing repeatedly, waiting for you to acknowledge him even though he had been asking the same question for days now, so you continue to ignore him and throw a pair of leggings into your suitcase. When you throw a couple bathing suits onto the pile too, he gets up from his spot on the bed and closes the lid to your suitcase, sitting on it. It instantly collapses under his weight, creating the hilarious sight of your 6’1 boyfriend inside your suitcase.

“If you have to go, i’m going with you,” he insists.

“Brendan, you are not going with me. It’s called a ‘girls’ trip’ for a reason. We don’t want any whiny boyfriends tagging along.” if you were being transparent, you had initially tried to turn it into a couples’ trip because you were just as attached to bren as he was to you, to which pillows had been thrown at your face and the idea rejected.

Not liking your response, he pouts “We, huh?”.

“Baby…we’re together all the time. The boys miss you and i’ll only be gone for a week. Less than that even, five days.”

“I see them everyday, they definitely don’t miss me, but i’ll miss you. Five days is a long time, y/n. That’s like the longest we’ve been apart since the Olympics and you said i wasn’t allowed to leave you anymore, well you’re not allowed to leave me either.”

Your shoulders slump and you sigh, recalling how long it had felt to not have him by your side. “That was different, b. You were literally an ocean away, on an opposite time zone, and doing important things as an Olympian. I’m just going to florida. I’ll facetime you from the beach while you walk to class,” you tease.

He lets out another dramatic sigh. “You’re so mean to me, i really should look for another girlfriend while you’re gone.’

You grin, his joke an indication of his mood shifting. “We both know you won’t leave your video games while i’m gone, b.”

“That’s false…but you’re positive you have to go?” he tries one more time.

You lean forward on your knees to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m positive. Now will you please remove your ass from my suitcase so i can finish packing and we can meet everyone for dinner?”

He puckers his lips, demanding another kiss, but then does as you ask and rolls to sit next to the suitcase, frowning at every new item being packed. You’re just about finished, moving to your tshirt drawer last. You toss the first few that are on top onto your pile to sleep in and then you start digging for that big one that you knew would be perfect to throw on as a cover up for the beach. You hadn’t worn it in a while for obvious reasons, since it was the middle of winter, so it was probably toward the bottom.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what was that?”

You jump slightly at the sound of his voice. He had been quiet for once, making you almost forget that he was there. You freeze turning to look at him and his eyes narrow in on where your hands are shoved into the drawer. There was a gleeful glimmer in his eyes and a smirk spreading across his face.

“That blue one you just passed. Is that what i think it is?”

Your confusion dissipates into something else when you finger through the last three shirts to the navy one he had asked about. Heat rises to your face instantly. It was the jersey tee that the team had put out to support their players, the money actually going to the name on the back of the shirt instead of the front. It was ridiculously priced, but at the time you felt that you needed it and didn’t have the actual player to give you one of his own. Now, it was a totally different story.

“Did you buy my shirt?” he asks, looking way too smug. “You basically have unlimited access to my closet, and you choose to spend money on my last name? You really are my biggest fan, my mom didn’t even buy that.”

“Uh huh” you say, trying to keep your voice level and not draw anymore attention to the shirt he was apparently attached to. You fail however, even just the two syllables coming out higher than you wanted and catching his attention.

“Ok warning bells are going off in my head right now. You didn’t even comment on the fact that i just called you my fangirl, you’re not taking the shirt with you, and your voice got all weird. What gives?”

“It’s nothing”, you try to lie.

“Look at me and say that again”, he presses, knowing you can’t do it.

“It’s not a big deal, bren,” you say, but you look guilty as hell.

“If it’s not a big deal then why can’t you look me in the eye right now?” he asks, moving to grab the shirt that you were now holding behind your back.

You know there’s no point in acting like this, either of you. You didn’t do anything that you should feel this guilty over and he didn’t really have any right to be mad, not that he had shown you that he was yet. But you still felt bad as you watched him unfold the jersey tee, eyes piercing the impossibly large “34” and french last name that certainly wasn’t his. “Thomas?” he spits out, “really?”

“Bren, we weren’t even talking then, honest. I got it when they first came out and you and i didn’t really meet each other until like two weeks later. At that party where Nolan made the slip n slide, remember?” you try to make better of the timeline for him and also feeling the need to defend yourself.

“Yeah i remember” he sighs and hands the shirt back to you. You expect him to comment more, to say anything really, but for once your rambling boyfriend is quiet. He clears his throat then and announces that it’s getting late and you should probably head out to meet the guys for dinner. You don’t know what else to say on the subject so you drop the shirt back in your drawer and hurry to the bathroom to get yourself ready.

He’s quiet on the drive there, though his hand is still in its usual spot on your thigh. You play with his fingers and study his profile, trying to catch a glimpse into what he was thinking.

“I can feel you staring” he says, turning into the parking lot.

You take the seize in silence as an opportunity to clear the air before you go have dinner with his friends. “Are we okay, b? You’re not mad, right?”

He takes a second longer than you would’ve liked to respond, but at the same time, his “yeah, we’re good” answer comes out all too quick. You weren’t sure if he was just telling you what you wanted to hear or if he actually felt that way. You don’t press him any further though.

He opens your door for you and you think that maybe it was all in your head, but then instead of slipping his hand in yours, he walks a few steps ahead with his hands shoved in his pockets. You frown, following him through the restaurant to the booth that was already almost fully occupied. Brendan greets Matty and Truss normally, whether with handshakes or weird noises and waves to Audrey and Riley, you try to shake off the small detail wanting to enjoy your last night with your boyfriend and friends before you left for your trip.

“So how many suitcases are you bringing on this little trip, y/n? I swear Riley packed like five”, Truss asks, playfully rolling his eyes at his girlfriend. She shoves him back and denies the accusation. “You literally have a suitcase of just dresses and then another one for just shoes and then another one for-”. She laughs, cutting him off. “Okay I may have gone a little overboard. But i need to take a lot of pictures while we’re down there and you never know what the girls may need.” You and Matty’s girlfriend nod in defense of Riley and the conversation continues around your girls’ trip.

“Have you tried to pack yourself in your girlfriend’s suitcase yet, briss?”, Matty teases, turning the table’s attention on him.

Instead of taking the joke good naturedly like he usually would he grumbles out a “very funny” and rolls his eyes, reaching for his drink. Matty eyes you and you give the tiniest shrug of your shoulders and he backs off. Audrey leans into you to ask what was up with your usually playful boyfriend and you give her the short version of the shirt incident. Matty, ever observant, catches the conversation and says a little too loudly, “wait he’s mad because you have bords’ shirt?” Your eyes go wide as everyone else’s are now on you. Audrey kicks Matty under the table.

Brendan’s head whips in your direction, his face red and you can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or anger. “Seriously? It’s bad enough that you have it, but now you can’t keep your mouth shut about it either?”

You’re shocked for a number of reasons. “We’re not doing this here,” you tell him, getting up from the table and walking toward the door. As you assumed he would, he’s hot on your tail following you into the cold air.

“If it’s that important to you, maybe you should just take it with you. Or better yet why don’t you take him with you, i bet you’d let him go with you.” he hisses at your back.

You spin around to face him. “Finally! Is that what this is about? It’s not the tshirt at all, it’s thomas? Brendan, come on. I told you it doesn’t mean anything, i never would have gotten it if we had been talking at the time.”

He throws his arms in the air, “of course this is about thomas! You literally have another guy’s name on the back, my teammate’s number, my best friend’s shirt in your drawer. And you didn’t even tell me about it.” with every word his voice was getting louder and louder. You couldn’t tell is he was angry, hurt, jealous or a combination of all three.

You huff, annoyed that this was even an issue and that you had officially become one of those couples that argued in parking lots. “Brendan, i didn’t say anything because it’s not. A big. Deal. yes, it has thomas’s number on the back, but do you ever see me wear it? No, because i’m always in your stuff. I don’t get why you’re so upset over this. You trust me, you trust him, why are you so hung up on this?”

“Why do you still have it then?” he asks, his voice much lower now.

You throw your arms in the air. “I don’t know, brendan! Because i bought it and it cost money? I don’t have some big secret answer for you because it’s literally just a tshirt. I don’t know what you want from me here. Do you want me to throw it out, because if that’ll solve this whole thing, i’ll go home right now and do it.” you don’t know why you were bargaining with him or why you had to explain yourself. You didn’t know why you were having this argument at all and you really didn’t know if it was the cold or the situation that was making your eyes water.

“No, no, by all means, y/n. Don’t get rid of it just for me”, he sneers, raising his voice again.

You sigh, at a loss. This would keep on forever if you let it. He was never one to back down from a fight and while that was usually something you loved about him, you hated it when it applied to you. “Can we please just go finish dinner with everyone before i leave? I swear i’ll get rid of the shirt as soon as we back and you’ll never have to see it again.” you pleaded with him.

“But i did see it and now i can’t unsee it, don’t you get that” he snaps.

You were at a crossroads now. Brendan clearly wasn’t going to let this go, but you were not about to spend the rest of the night arguing in the parking lot. “I’m going inside with our friends if you want to put on a happy face for an hour and join, that would be great. if not i guess i’ll have one of them bring me home.” you hoped he’d take you up on the offer, but in your heart you knew how stubborn he was.

To his credit, he does look as if he debates his options but a moment later, as you predicted, his stubbornness wins out and he shakes his head. “You go ahead.”

You nod, your arms wrapped around your body and turn to head back inside. His hands scrub his face before tugging his hair. “You know what,” he calls after you, “just have one of them take you to the airport too. Or maybe you should call bordeleau, i know he’d take you.”

You spin on your heel, jaw dropped. The look on his face tells you that while it had been going through his head, he maybe hadn’t meant to say it out loud but he can’t take it back now and he doesn’t try to either. It was petty and you knew you should’ve been the bigger person and just walked away, but you were feeling equally as petty. You pull your phone out of your pocket and dial thomas on the spot. He picks up on the first ring and brendan crosses his arms chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from downright growling. He should’ve known better than to dance with the devil, you played a game just as big as his.

“y/n? what’s up?”

You cut right to it, praying that he says yes, otherwise you’re going to look like a fool. “hey , t. Could you take me to the airport in like three hours?”

“For that girls’ trip thing?,” he pauses, “i thought briss was supposed to take you or did he pack himself in your suitcase already?” You can hear the smile behind his teasing and if you weren’t so mad at brendan right now, your heart might’ve melted at this being the second time a comment along those lines was made. You can tell it softens brendan somewhat too, because his jaw slackens and his eyes fall to his shoes.

“He was supposed to, but he suggested you take me instead.” hard as you try you can’t hide the bite to your words because it hurt that brendan was going to let you leave for days like this.

Thomas doesn’t miss a beat, masking his confusion with enthusiasm. You knew he’d probably ask about it in the car. “Yeah, yeah, i can do that. Three hours from now you said?”

You confirm and shove your phone back in your pocket. “Well that’s taken care of.”

“Good,” he says. He has the audacity to sound sullen about it and your annoyance with him skyrockets. He brought this upon himself and now he was pouting about it. You recross your arms and turn to head back into the restaurant without another word and try to figure out how to act normal around your friends after this little showdown. You quickly swipe at the tears that had found their way onto your cheeks when you hear the car door slam and the tires pull away. You’re thankful that no one asks any questions when you return to your table sans your boyfriend.

Thomas is punctual picking you up and you know someone must’ve clued him in to what happened at dinner because he greets you with a hug that lasts a few seconds longer than it usually does. And if that weren’t enough, he slips you a Starbucks gift card as you buckle up. It takes all you have to keep it together. He gives you a little smile, “thought you could use a pick me up as I pick you up”. The line is so cheesy and it makes you think of your boyfriend and how he’s not the one driving you right now. As if reading your mind, he asks what happened that led to you sitting in his passenger seat. You take a deep breath before rehashing the whole thing and thomas listens as carefully as he drives. He clearly understands the weight of the situation on you because he doesn’t even make any comments in regards to you buying his shirt like you thought he surely would. You even paused at that part, expecting some kind of chirp about you harboring a secret crush on him. But he doesn’t and that’s when you get the feeling that maybe you messed up.

Your feeling is confirmed when you finish the whole story and he starts with, “look, y/n, you have to see it from his side.” you groan his name and let your head fall back against the headrest before letting it roll to the side to give him a good look at the pleading eyes and pouty lips you were sporting. He chuckles at your response, sensing you already knew this would be his. “If i found out my girlfriend had my teammate’s shirt, i’d be pretty pissed about it too.”

“But you don’t have a girlfriend and i don’t have your shirt, i have a shirt with your name on it. There’s a difference,” you point out.

He shoots you a look. “Not the point. I’m just saying that it may not seem like anything to you, but have you met your boyfriend? Briss is like the most possessive guy i’ve ever met. If he were a dog he’d walk around with his leg permanently up pissing on everything to mark his territory.” you giggle at the picture he had just painted, but he continues, “like he is literally so territorial. You can’t touch his water bottle at practice, you can’t get the same nikes as him, like, remember when we did those player questions and Eddy said he’d have spidey senses and briss made him change his answer because he already said that? He’s the worst, so him seeing you with my name on your shirt does not sit well with him y’know?” what had started as comical as thomas pointed out some very valid flaws in your boyfriend turned into slow understanding. He was absolutely right. You loved that you were brendan’s as much as he loved that you were his. The shirt wasn’t a big deal to you, but you could now see how it could be an issue for brendan.

Thomas finishes his line of fire by saying, “I mean and think of it this way. You’d lose your shit if you saw another girl’s shirt in his drawer and you know it.”

“I really hate you, you know that, right?” you glare at him.

He grins, knowing his work is done. Having made it to the drop off, he takes your single suitcase out of the trunk and wheels it to you. He wraps you in one last hug. “I’ll take that as a thank you. Now go have fun on your girls’ trip. And say hi to briss for me”.

“Yeah, i should probably call him and apologize,” you say with a sigh. Thanking him again, you wave as he pulls away with his signature smirk.

Your heart was heavy as you made your way to your gate to meet Riley and Aubrey. They had sent in the group that Truss and Matty had dropped them off as well and they were heading for the gate. You called brendan as you walked, needing to hear his voice before you left. You hated how the last few hours had gone by and you didn’t want to leave the state for days on bad terms. Your heart sinks when he doesn’t pick up. “Hi, b. It’s me. I just wanted to say i really am sorry about the shirt. I hope you know it doesn’t mean anything to me and i’d honestly forgotten i had it until i was packing. I really should clean out my drawers more often, huh?” you let out a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling. You realized at some point during your rambling apology you had stopped in the middle of the pathway. “I’m just really sorry that i hurt you. You know i never meant that and i don’t want to leave with things like this. I love you, call me when you get this.” you shoot him a text, thinking maybe he’ll see it if he’s in the middle of doing something and then you gather yourself to search for the girls.

You jump when your phone vibrates and you race to answer it, hoping that it’s brendan calling you back. “Bren?” you blurt, having failed to look at the caller id in your haste to answer. “Nope” Aubrey laughs on the other end, “hurry your butt up.” you can’t hide the disappointment in your voice when you respond and you know she hears the slight crack, but all she says is “to your left.”

Instinctively, your eyes follow her directive and you nearly drop your phone when you do. Audrey and Riley are standing right by the windows, just as she had said, but pacing right next to them is brendan. Your eyes well up when he spots you and breaks into a grin, his anger from earlier in the evening having disappeared. You’re not embarrassed to admit that you break out into what would be considered a sprint to get to him. He meets you as fast as he can, your body slamming full force into his. You’re grateful that he catches you and relieved when he doesn’t put you down right away. You know the first thing you should do is apologize, but you just can’t think to do anything but hold onto him as long as you can. You hated fighting with him and really didn’t do it often, so when you did you felt horrible.

“Okay, okay, we’ve gotta do this quick before you have to go”, he chuckles into your hair, finally setting you down.

“You’re here”, the words coming out in somewhat of a blubber due to the fact that you were starting to cry and were still in disbelief.

“Hey, hey, no tears, ok? This is supposed to be a happy thing”, he says wiping at your tears with his thumb and peering down to get a better look at you.

You shake your head, laughing at how ridiculous you were being. The stress of the day, coupled with thinking your fight was your last exchange with him before leaving for close to a week and then now seeing him hit you all at once and made your emotions go into overdrive. “No, i am happy. So happy. I just- when you didn’t answer my call, i thought you were still mad at me. I’m so sorry by the way.”

“You think i’d let my girl leave like that? I got your voicemail and I’m sorry too. I dont know why i lost it over that shirt. I just saw his name and freaked out. I know it wasn’t actually his and all that, but seeing it, my mind just went there and i didn’t like it. And then i felt stupid that i was mad over something that wasn’t even really happening and like everyone’s reactions at dinner made it very clear how dumb the whole thing was and i just spiraled. So i’m sorry for that and for letting Bords take you to the airport, but i had to get you something.” he reaches into his back pocket to retrieve what looks like a piece of rolled up cloth. Your eyes narrow in suspicion as he snaps his wrists, unraveling the scroll. Your mouth drops the second you see the jersey tee, your fingers reaching out to trace “brisson” and then the bright maize “19”. You look up to see him watching you, a pleased expression on his face. “Now i approve of you taking this one on your trip,” he grins.

Right on cue, the boarding announcement comes over the speakers. You know you have to wrap up with him and get your words out quickly. “So you’re really not mad at me anymore?” you double check with him.

“I wasn’t ever mad at you, y/n. I was just mad that you had Bordeleau’s name on your shirt. I fully expected it to be mine and then it wasn’t, it was my best friend’s and i didn’t know how to handle that.”

“What if it was matty’s? Or owen’s? Or KJ’s? Would you still have been jealous?”

He scoffs. “I wasn’t jealous. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone’s last name but mine. You know i can be a little-”

“Possessive? territorial?” you offer, thinking of your conversation with thomas. He fake glares at you, but there’s a glimmer of pride in the words you just used to describe him. “Okay, we’ll go with that”, he laughs, pulling you into him for one last embrace before you have to board your plane. He presses his lips to yours and sends you off with directions to have fun, but not too much fun without him and to facetime him “whenever at all possible”. And to remember sunscreen and to not talk to strangers, and to use the buddy system and to lock the door. Oh and to not miss him too much, but also don’t forget about him. You laugh as you tally up his demands and kiss him again before he can list off another one.

You’re almost to the counter, holding tight to your new favorite article of clothing when the thought occurs to you. You turn to your boyfriend, who had yet to leave your side despite claiming the opposite and asked, “Brendan, did you pay money for your own shirt? You literally have unlimited access to your own closet, and you chose to spend money on your last name? You really are your biggest fan, your girlfriend didn’t even buy that.” the smile you flash him with is devilish and teasing, the sparkle in your eyes the perfect complement. you were quoting him almost exactly from this afternoon.

His own eyes darkened and you could feel his smirk as he lowered his lips to your ear, “Oh you are so lucky that i love you and that you’re going to be states away,” his hand snaking down to rest on your ass, giving it a nice squeeze.

A shiver runs down your spine, but you play it off with a shrug and lean into him. “I’ll be back,” you promise.

“And i’ll be waiting.”

#brendan brisson #umich hockey #michigan hockey #my writing

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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years

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Yamada: so how did you and izuku start dating

Aizawa: I saw him crush a watermelon with his thighs and I accidentally said out loud “oh god I wish that were me right now” and here we are now

~The way this immediately and completely ate my entire brain~

Of three things Aizawa Shouta is absolutely sure:

One, he simply was not built for operating during the daylight hours. Nighttime really is where it's at in his opinion. The general lack of crowds and eye-searing sunlight just can't be beaten. (Dusk and dawn hours also get a pass but they're both on thin ice.)

Two, the beach is a sandy hell-scape whose only redeeming factor is the convenient access it provides to the eldritch horror that is the ocean aka the place he'll doubtlessly end up drowning himself when he finally, and according to Hizashi inevitably, snaps and runs gibbering mad into the abyss.

And three, he's absolutely and irrevocably cursed. He's being singled out and punished from on high by the gods themselves. His name is writ large across the cosmos in mockery. There is a cosmic "kick me" sign taped to his spiritual back and Shouta's going to hunt his former student Sero down and give him detention for life for encouraging his family's patron god to put it there.

By this point it's really the only logical explanation.

Which, as a card-carrying atheist, he's pretty sure is saying something about the depth of his feelings regarding his current circumstances.

Because there's no other explanation for why or how he's managed to find himself in this current situation.

The situation being, of course, Shouta, in full hero gear, standing in the hot sun on a pristine sandy beach, surrounded by screaming fans as he provides extra security and crowd control for the 20th Annual Heroic Sukiwari Charity Drive.

Shouta has seen hell and it is both Ms. Joke's open mic night and this exact moment right here.

Because, again, he's absolutely 100% cursed.

And the avatar of said curse is, obviously, his soon-to-be ex-best friend who somehow roped him into this entire thing.

Because some people say divine retribution when talking about cosmic revenge plots but Shouta tends to just says Yamada Hizashi. The two are, in many ways, interchangeable.

Shouta's going to put purify salts in all of Hizashi's hair products and also his sugar jar and possibly his energy drinks the next chance he gets.

Because if he never sees another shirtless pro-hero or another watermelon again in his life it'll be too soon.

He's pretty sure he has permanent hearing damage from all of the screaming and screeching the crowd's been doing since this thing started.

And if, after all these years of friendship with the personification of a megaphone, watching a bunch of pro's crush watermelons with nothing but their personal strength on a beach to raise money for various charities is what finally destroys his hearing Shouta is going to shave Hizashi bald before he finally embraces sweet death.

Or enacts Nezu's birthday plans and becomes a supervillain.

The jury's honestly still out at this point.

Shouta does his best to shut out the screaming behind him as one of the cameramen slides up beside him, getting a better angle on the stage as Hizashi, who's currently screeching about Miruko's performance, practically dances across the sand in front of where Shouta's standing.

"Wow, wow, wow," Present Mic chants as he dramatically fans himself, "that was one on heart-stopping, hare-raising show. Let's give it up for everyone's favorite bad, bad, bunny, Miruko!"

For her part, Miruko just struts off the small stage with a nonchalant wave to the crowd, her tiny white bikini in place and the pulverized remains of the half dozen watermelons she'd dropped kicked into soup left behind her.

"But don't lose that rhythm yet listeners," Mic announces gleefully. "Because we've got one more hero set to take the stage! So, without further ado, it's the moment I know a lot of you have been waiting for, myself included if we're being honest. The pièce de résistance of our little shindig, the showstopper himself, the one, the only, the #1 Can Do Hero Dekiru."

The crowd is absolutely deafening.

And, for once, Shouta has to grudgingly admit that he can't actually blame them.

Shirtless, sculpted shoulders and tight abs on display thanks to his low sitting and almost criminally short green swim shorts, and with his trademark bashful smile in place, Dekiru trots out from behind the curtained-off area with a crate of watermelons resting on his shoulder like it's no big deal.

Shouta's pretty sure someone to his immediate right faints but considering they're not currently a trample risk he ignores it.

But the casual show of strength with no quirk use in sight is more than a bit impressive.

For all that people, romance specifically, and attraction in general, have all been things to be considered on a firm case-by-case basis for Shouta, even he has to admit that Dekiru is ... captivating.

Rather drastically so for Shouta considering he's never actually met the man before in person.

Though Shouta does feel like he almost knows him on some level considering the fact that it really would take an act of the actual gods to get Yagi to shut up about his erstwhile protege during staff meetings.

Dekiru waves his free hand at the crowd as he sets his crate of watermelons down on the stage.

"Show us what you've got!" Mic demands from a few feet to Shouta's left. "And let's give him some encouragement listeners!"

The crowd starts up a loud and steady chant of "De~ki~ru!" as the hero pulls his first watermelon out and begins his set.

With an effortless flex of muscles, Dekiru digs his fingers into the watermelon and wrenches it completely in two.

Shouta reaches up to tug at the top of his uniform, relishing the small sip of cool air it grants him.

Shoulders and biceps flexing, another watermelon meets its end between Dekiru's palms.

Shouta really needs to add a water bottle to his utility belt because hydration is important. Or so he's been repeatedly told.

"Those hands, those muscles," Mic groans dramatically. "He really is the Can Do Hero!"

Cheeks noticeably flushed, Dekiru sits down on the stage and fits a watermelon between thick, toned thighs.

His hips twist, those thighs flex, and the watermelon cracks, spilling juice and sweet pink flesh all over Dekiru's lap.

"Oh god," Shouta can't help but say, "I wish that was me right now."

On stage Dekiru's eyes go wide as his attention somehow abruptly zero's in on Shouta.

It's at that moment that Shouta becomes aware of the deafening silence that's fallen over the beach.

Head-turning agonizingly slowly to the left, Shouta's confronted with the sight of Mic, microphone in hand, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

His sunglasses are askew and he's staring at Shouta with a look on his face that's one part horror and one part unholy glee.

As a matter of fact, the entire beach is staring at him in much the same way.

For a moment Shouta just freezes, body going still at having so much attention turned in his direction.

This ... was not the turn he was expecting the day to take by far.

His first instinct is to, honestly, use his scarf to slingshot himself directly into the sun so his soul can be cleansed with cosmic fire.

But then ...

"Ah," Dekiru speaks up from on the stage, one hand ruffling the back of his hair and cheeks darker than before, "maybe we could go on a date first though? If you'd like?"

There's suddenly a part of Shouta that doesn't actually want to delete himself from existence via self-immolation.

And there's an even large part that doesn't want to outright reject Dekiru's seemingly sincere offer.

Because, when it all comes down to it, Dekiru seems to be, by all accounts, what passes for exactly Shouta's type.

Whip-smart if his very public arrest record and tendency to argue online and on the air with people he disagrees with is anything to go by.

Cute, with that dark green hair and sharp undercut, matching wide eyes, and a face sprinkled liberally with freckles.

Leanly built and small enough that Shouta's sure he could move him around easily but obviously muscular enough to be able to put up just the right amount of resistance in the right situation.

And, above all else, if the stories are to be believed, obviously some degree of batshit insane.

More than one story Yagi had told during breaks had Shouta questioning if the man had imported special American demons back to Japan and then stuffed them all into the deceptively charming and approachable-looking hero that is Dekiru.

So there's really only one logical way to proceed forward in this situation.

Shouta grins.

Several people in the crowd around him step back.

He's pretty sure he hears someone start reciting a prayer.

But Dekiru just blushes, eyes locked on Shouta's and teeth tugging at his lower lip.

"Hope you like coffee," Shouta finally says into the breathless silence that's fallen over them, "and cats."

Dekiru lights up, a smile brighter than the sun and twice as deadly blossoming across his face.

Just off of Shouta's side, Hizashi's busy having some kind of hysterical seizure.

Around them the crowd is going absolutely feral.

Yagi's going to birth actual kittens in the middle of the staff room when he finds out about this.

Shouta can't wait.

#RayRambles #BnHA #Suikawari My Heart AU #AiDeku #EraserDeku

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

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ingravinoveritas · 2 years

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Do you really think they could have a poly relationship? 👀

(Grouping these together as they’re both related to this post.)

Anon #1, I think it’s not only possible but entirely probable at this point, given everything that has transpired over the last three months years. In fact, I think I need to make a timeline of all the fuckery that has ensued in this vein, because there is seriously a recurring theme going on.

A Timeline of the Michael/David/Georgia Polyfuckery:

So, what’s quite interesting is that when we look back, the vaguest hinting of this actually started in November of 2020, with Georgia’s very noticeable use of the hashtag #justthethreeofus on Instagram:

This was then followed by Michael who, in his video for The White Curl campaign in February of 2021--unprompted, apropos of nothing--referred to David as his “other partner”:

And then the “other wife” title was officially started by Georgia in December of 2021, on her birthday:

Then continued by both Georgia and Michael on Michael’s birthday in February of 2022 (almost exactly a year to the day since Michael’s video for TWC):

And now we have David joining in with his quote in the Radio Times magazine article just this week:

(And this isn’t even getting into all the little moments that have happened in the intervals between these posts, just two of which are David having Georgia hold up the cardboard cutout of Michael’s head last year, and Georgia bringing up Michael--and not any other cast or crew member--in a text during the birthday cake incident on the set of GO earlier this year.)

Taken all together, everything mentioned above seems like repeated, gradual attempts at “testing the waters” to see how people would react to the idea of them in a poly/V-style arrangement. The last, missing piece of the puzzle was David, because he is not on social media, so we didn’t even know for sure if he was aware of Georgia’s and Michael’s posts. But now we know that he very definitely does know, and he seems to be in on it.

This brings me to your point, Anon #2, about Michael getting this standing despite David having other co-stars and friends with whom he has done a lot more projects. I could not agree with you more, especially viewing this situation through that lens. David has acted with the same people in countless projects (notably Nina Sosanya, as you said, but also Jason Watkins, Daniel Mays, Jodie Whittaker, just to name a few)...yet it’s Michael who firmly holds the title of “other wife.”

It’s Michael to whom Georgia has repeatedly referred, in social media posts and private texts alike.

It’s Michael whose powerful, screen-melting chemistry with David--chemistry that’s only gotten stronger since the first season of GO--cannot be ignored.

So is it just a joke? Or the truth masquerading as a joke?

What somehow never gets mentioned in all of this that if Michael is David’s “other wife,” then by extension, that would make David Michael’s “husband.” That Georgia has never referred to Michael as such could be to distinguish Michael and David’s relationship from Aziraphale and Crowley’s, to subtly indicate that they are not the Ineffable Husbands, and instead allude to what the nature of Michael and David’s relationship actually is. Or in light of the aforementioned testing the waters theory, “other wife” could simply be a way to keep all of this in the realm of a “joke,” even if it isn’t actually one.

So yes, Anon #2. It is very peculiar. Everything around whatever the Elvis-eating-a-peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwich hell is going on between Michael, David, and Georgia is peculiar, as is the fact that they have all played into it (to various degrees) and are continuing to play into it, and that what we have seen on social media may very well only be the tip of the iceberg.

While we can’t know for sure if Michael, David, and Georgia are in a poly relationship, what all of this tells us is that the three of them clearly don’t mind if people think they are. So at this point, I think pretty much anything is possible, and nothing can be ruled out. We’ll just have to see what happens next...

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #throuples are totally cool now #or 'V style' as I now understand it #probably going to have to turn off anons for a bit while i answer the rest #i mean i'm not sure what else they have to say or do really #david is lowkey bi and michael is highkey bi #michael is about as subtle as a drunken llama on roller skates #david is definitely more subtle than michael #but he knows how to speak volumes without saying a word #tell me again that they're not a couple #ineffable lovers #discourse

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daydreams : b.b

there’s always been something between you and bucky. but when it comes to telling him, you’re left wishing for a daydream that’ll never be. (inspired by the song daydream by maisie peters) (2.2k)

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“Mornin’ Y/n,” Your ears perk up as Bucky strolls into the kitchen with a tired smile, one that never fails to warm your heart.

Natasha resists the urge to chuckle at your lovesick state as you try to subtly watch Bucky make his morning coffee. “Sleep well, Barnes?” Natasha asks, seeing your eyes widen out of the corner of your eyes. If only Wanda were here, she’d love to know what you’re thinking about.

“Not really, I’ve been finding it hard to fall asleep.” Bucky explains, now leaning against the kitchen counter as he blows on his coffee, unaware of the near heart palpations you’re having at the sight of his pursed lips. “A lot on my mind, but nothing at the same time.”

“I get that,” You speak up, now catching Bucky’s attention. “you wish your brain had an off switch, god knows I need one.” You chuckle into your cereal and hear Bucky laugh softly to himself.

“Well, maybe Tony will make one for us someday, doll.” Bucky jokes as he winks to you and nods to Natasha before exiting the kitchen.

Natasha raises a brow to you as you try and avoid choking on your cereal. “Huh, doll?” Natasha quips, causing you nearly splutter your coffee all over the counter.

“Oh stop,” You nudge her lightly. “it’s nothing really. Bucky calls all of us doll.”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha comments. “I think you’re the only one he calls doll, Y/n.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Nah, I swear I’ve heard him call Wanda doll before.” You trail off, trying to think deeply if you’ve actually heard him call anyone by the nickname, or if in fact, it has only been you.

Picking up her coffee, Natasha simply mumbles into it. “Whatever helps you get through the day, Y/n.”

Yawning, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes drooping as you stare at the screen.

“We keeping you up, Y/n?” Steve jokes as you curl up on one end of the sofa whilst Bucky remains on the other.

“Nope, I’m good.” You comment, giving Steve a thumbs up.

“And you call us old, huh?” Bucky adds, feeling you kick his foot off the sofa playfully as you pick up a cushion and hug it tightly.

Within a matter of minutes, you give in to the desire to fall asleep. At first, neither men notice the lack of comments or shuffling from you. But when you subconsciously dip towards Bucky, his reflexes aren’t what they once were.

Bucky looks down to see you lying on his metal arm, still hugging the cushion as your breathing deeply, lost in a heavy sleep. “Oh, Y/n.” He chuckles quietly as he lifts his arm up and wraps it around you, holding you close as the film carries on.

Yet, Steve tears his eyes from the screen to observe the rare sight. Bucky allowing himself to fully unwind and enjoy the moment he’s in.

“Quit staring, Steve.” Bucky speaks up, snapping Steve out of it and reverts his attention to the film whilst Bucky smiles to himself, running his fingers along your arm soothingly before he tugs on the blanket draped over your feet, bringing it further up to stop you shivering. “There you go, doll.” He whispers as you curl up closer into Bucky’s embrace.

Natasha stands behind you as she helps secure your dress. “We good?” You ask, turning your head as Natasha steps back and smiles to Wanda.

“Oh we’re more than good,” Wanda comments, crossing her arms as she looks you up and down whilst Natasha holds back her wolf whistle. “Bucky Barnes won’t know what’s hit him when he sees you in there.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over toward you mirror, catching sight of the black silk dress, hugging you in all the right places. “Who knows.” You mutter, not wanting to get your hopes up too high.

“Only one way to find out.” Natasha reminds you as she walks over to your door, opening it. “Come on girls,” She holds her hand out as Wanda takes yours before grabbing Natasha’s. “we’ve got a party to get to.”

As you near the open living space the sound of music intensifies. Wanda squeezes your hand as you pause for a second, feeling your nerves starting to get the better of you.

“We’re all here, Y/n. It’s okay.” Wanda reminds you as the three of you reach the doors to the party.

“Now or never, huh?” You chuckle as you push the door open and glance around at the transformation Pepper has been able to pull off with less than a weeks notice. “Wow.” You breathe out, oblivious to the blue eyes watching you from the bar, having had the same reaction.

Besides Wanda and Natasha, you walk down the stairs and head straight towards the bar.

“What can I get for you ladies?” The bartender asks as your eyes wander across the various drinks available.

“Three beers, please.” Natasha asks as the bartender places the three bottles in front of you.

“Add it to my tab, thanks.” Bucky comments as he moves closer, standing beside you as he nurses his own bottle. “Ladies,” He smiles to the three of you. “may I say you’re all looking beautiful this evening.”

You smile shyly, lowering your head at his comment. “I’m loving the suit, Barnes. Black really is your colour.” Natasha raises her beer to him.

“Looks like you two coordinated this.” Sam pipes in from behind Bucky. “Y/n,” Sam steps away from Bucky as he takes a hold of your hands and whistles. “damn girl, you gotta dress up more often.”

Laughing happily, you roll your eyes in response. “Oh Sam, always know how to charm a girl, huh?” You pick up your beer, taking a sip as you glance over to Bucky, just as a new song begins to play through the speakers.

“Come on, Y/n, wanna dance?” Sam asks you, raising a brow.

“Not this one Sam,” You tell him as you pat his shoulder. “but, I think there’s someone over there who might.” Turning him around, you push him in the direction of Natasha before reverting your attention to your beer.

“Saving yourself for someone, doll?” Bucky questions, swigging the last of his beer as he looks out at everyone dancing to the upbeat song. “I still don’t get it, what happened to just dancing?”

“This is dancing, Bucky.” You remind him. “Things change over the years, but your style of dancing still exists, don’t you worry.”

“Y/n!” Wanda calls for you from the dance floor as her shoes now absent. “Come on over!” She waves her hand repeatedly.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got much choice, Y/n.” Bucky chuckles as you push yourself away from the bar.

Yet, you pause and turn back to Bucky with a mischievous smile. “Yeah, neither do you.” You tell him, taking a hold of his hand and drag him with you, not taking no for an answer.

It takes a few seconds for Bucky to loosen up, and he tries to blend in as you dance freely with the others.

“Loosen up, Buck!” You shout over the music. “You dance like my dead grandpa.” You laugh, and Bucky grumbles to himself as he tries to copy Sams moves.

“Barnes has moves?!” Wanda shouts as the three of you dance (or attempt to in Bucky’s case.)

Just as Bucky gets the hang of it, the song fades out into a slow song, one you don’t recognise. “I know this song.” Bucky states as his eyes wander to Steve who is perched at the bar with Natasha who nods to him.

“Wanna dance, Bucky?” You ask, holding your hand out.

“Of course.” He answers, taking your hand as he twirls you into his embrace before resting his metal hand on your waist as you sway together.

“So, this is what you had in mind when you said dancing then?” You ask as Bucky smiles to you, perfectly content. “I see why you like it so much, everything just melts away.”

Bucky hums as he holds your hand up, allowing you to twirl along to the song before bringing you closer once more. “A world without worries for four minutes.” Bucky mutters.

“God, I think I might just love you, Bucky.” You mumble under your breath as you close your eyes for a moment, unaware that Bucky heard every word that just left your lips.

His grip on your waist loosens as his fingers slip out from yours. “Y/n,” Bucky starts, looking down as you open your eyes and stare up at him with blind panic.

“Shit, Bucky, I, I’m sorry, just ignore me.” You ramble, hoping he’d just forget it, but Bucky steps closer.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” He sighs, lifting his hand to your face as he brushes your hair out from your eyes. “I, I can’t.” The words leave his lips and all you can do is nod. “I care about you, Y/n, you know that. But I can’t.” He repeats the words, chipping away at your heart.

“It’s okay, Bucky.” You mutter. “I, I’ve got to go.” You excuse yourself, turning away and walk quickly past the bar, ignoring Natasha calling your name.

Steve rises to his feet, staring at Bucky stood alone on the dance floor as you close the doors at the top of the stairs behind you, hoping no one can hear you cry as you rush to your room.

“What the hell was that?!” Natasha tries to reframe from shouting as Bucky walks towards her and Steve, hanging his head in shame.

“Y/n said she loves me.” Bucky states, looking up at the pair who act like it’s nothing new. “You, you knew?”

Natasha scoffs as she glances up at Steve. “Of course we knew, Barnes. What did you say to her?”

Bucky sighs as disappointment lines Steve’s expression. “I, I told her I can’t ever love her like that.” Bucky tells the pair, hearing Steve sigh heavily before Natasha slaps Bucky across the face.

Holding his cheek, Bucky knows he deserves it as Natasha stares at him with pure rage. “How dare you, Bucky.” Natasha seethes as she walks off, heading in search of you.

“Damn,” Bucky mutters as his cheek burns and picks up the beer bottle, rolling it along his cheekbone. “I deserved that.”

“How could you, Bucky?” Steve asks.

“I’ll only end up hurting her, Steve.” Bucky explains. “I can’t put her through that.”

“And you think she isn’t hurt now?” Steve retorts coldly. “God, Buck, I really thought you loved her.” Steve sighs as he walks away from his oldest friend, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Lowering the beer, Bucky takes a seat at the bar with his back to everyone else. “I do,” Bucky mutters to himself. “and that’s what hurts the most.”

It had been almost a month and Bucky hadn’t seen you since the night of the party. He had tried to run into you after you locked your floor from him accessing it with FRIDAY’s help. All he wanted to do was apologise first and foremost, and if you’d let him, have the chance to explain himself.

With a heavy heart, Bucky walks into the kitchen to see Steve stood over the counter, reading the newspaper. “Hey, Steve,” Bucky calls out.

“Buck.” Steve answers as his eyes remain trained on the paper as he turns the page.

“Fancy going for a run this afternoon?” Bucky asks as he pours himself a mug of coffee, walking around the counter to the other side to face his friend. “Meant to be good weather, least that’s what FRIDAY said.”

“I said I’d help Y/n train.” Steve responds, now looking up as Bucky tenses upon hearing your name. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Turning around, Bucky places his mug down, resting his hands on the counter. “How, how is she?” He asks. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve comments. “she’s strong, Bucky but you’ve got to give her time, that’s all.” Steve explains as he walks around the counter, heading toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the compound grounds.

“I just miss her.” Bucky admits, walking to stand beside Steve as he notices two figures emerging below and the faint sound of laughter echoing.

“She misses you too, Bucky.” Steve states as he smiles softly to Bucky.

Focusing on the two figures, Bucky looks closer seeing it’s you. He exhales shakily at the sight of you, a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside someone he can’t quite place.

“Who-”

“Peter.” Steve answers before Bucky can even finish his question. “Or Spiderman if that’s any easier.” Steve shrugs, watching you playfully shove Peter as you laugh happily with him.

“She looks happy.” Bucky mutters as Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder and you rest your arm around his waist. “That’s good.” He lies to himself as he steps away.

“Bucky,” Steve trails off as Bucky walks away from the window, heading back to the lift with a heavy heart at the sight of you happy with someone else, someone he’ll never be except in his daydreams.

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Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

PART 6: Age 18

“California is pretty far away,” Percy says softly into the night as Annabeth lays on the rooftop by his side. He hears her shift so that she can look at him, and he mirrors her, looking at his reflection in her pale eyes.

“2914.9 miles,” she answers.

“You really had to choose the farthest college from me didn’t you?”

Annabeth snorts and shakes her head.

“Yes Percy, I chose it purely because it’s the furthest from you in particular.” He pouts and pushes himself up on an elbow so he can look down at her.

“Why are you leaving me?”

“I’m not just leaving you Perce, I’m leaving everyone else as well. My Dad, my brothers, Thals, Grover...not just you.” Her face shifts and he sees sadness replace her joking smirk.

“Yeah but I’m special...I’m your favourite.” Percy is half-joking but he wishes with all his heart that the first part of his sentence is true, that he is in fact special to Annabeth. Special in the same way that Annabeth is special to him.

“Don’t let Thals hear that,” Annabeth says, rolling her eyes but Percy leans in closer, poking her repeatedly until she’s laughing.

“You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

“Shut up.” Percy notices how she doesn’t deny it and it brings a smile to his face.

“I’m going to miss you.” His heart gives an uncomfortable squeeze as his voice softens and his smile drops. Annabeth gives him a sad look and pokes his chest trying to get him to look at her properly.

“Don’t get all sappy on me now Seaweed Brain, we’ve still got summer.”

“And then you leave and forget me, and find a cool Perry Johnson to be your new best friend.” He says and dramatically throws his head back, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead like he’s about to faint.

Annabeth groans and pushes him away so he falls back on the blanket they’ve laid out. The other two aren’t due to arrive for another hour, but Percy has been spending so much time at Annabeth’s house already, that it made no sense to go back to his last night, so he stayed over and helped set up the apartment rooftop for their sleepover under the stars.

He thinks they’ve done a pretty good job for the two of them, there’s an array of pillows, blankets and sheets all over the floor, and plenty of snacks to last them through the night. A couple of years ago, way back when they were younger, Mr Chase set up fairy lights along the edge of the roof, so they’re not in complete darkness, not that New York can ever be truly dark. The lights illuminate Annabeth’s features as Percy turns his head to her, she looks like a goddess and Percy swallows deeply when she returns his stare.

“What are you looking at?”

Percy shrugs and sits up so he can rearrange snacks that don’t need rearranging to hide his blush at being caught.

“Oh, I nearly forgot! Can you sign this, you never did?” Annabeth says changing the subject and tugs on his arm so he can come back and sit with her.

He looks at her confused until she brings out her yearbook. Their school emblem shines on the front cover, and she places it in his lap, pressing herself to his side, so she can flip the pages, looking for an empty space to write. On the back, there’s an entire blank page and she smooths the paper down and hands him a marker.

“All yours.” She says and watches him expectantly.

“Are you going to watch me write in it?” He twirls the pen uneasily and rubs the back of his neck, slightly uncomfortable under her intense gaze.

Annabeth huffs. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Can you?” He asks half-jokingly.

“You’re such an idiot. Fine. I’ll go check if there’s anything we forgot downstairs. Do you want anything?” He grins as she shakes her head, pretending to be annoyed.

“Anything blue.”

“Of course,” she mutters and gets up, using his shoulder to steady herself. He leans into the touch and tries to ignore the way his body misses her warmth when she leaves.

When she leaves Percy flips back to the front, reliving their senior year, one page at a time. He skips past the photos of the people in his grade and goes straight to the events. It starts with homecoming, and there’s a photo of Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Thalia all dressed in black suits. Percy smiles fondly at the close-up photo of Thalia and Annabeth posing together, in matching suits and corsets. Since Thalia broke up with Luke, she’s reintegrated back into the group with no issue, and it’s like she never left.

He turns the page, skipping through the other homecoming photos, and pauses at the one of him and Annabeth. It’s a candid, and even though he’s already seen it, his heart still stutters, because in the photo she’s fixing his hair in the photo right before the official photos like she always does, and Percy can’t help but think about how much they look like a couple.

He keeps turning through the pages, trying to find more photos of their group. They’re not a very social group, preferring to hang out with each other than go to school events, but they’re at all the major ones.

There are small snippets of them at the football games, student fairs and pep rallies, it’s not till the end where there are photos that focus more on students not part of clubs that he sees more pictures of his friends.

There’s one of them all laying on their back enjoying the sun looking up at clouds the way they used to when they were kids (completely unaware that someone is taking photos of them). There’s even a photo of Grover with Thalia on his shoulder as she tries to climb a tree with toilet paper in her hand from prank day. The next one is a blurry photo of Percy completely wrapped in toilet paper and chasing Annabeth.

Moments from their senior year have been captured and immortalised in these pages, and Percy’s heart heaves at the thought of leaving this all behind or watching people leave.

Tears start to prick at his eyes as he reaches the graduation and prom photos. There’s a huge shot of his entire grade, a choice of a few students throwing their caps up. In the corner on the page before the prom photos, there's a small snapshot of the four of them, their arms thrown around each other, heads pressed together. He remembers this moment vividly. All of their names are relatively close together in the roll, so as soon as they were announced, he had bolted straight to Grover, who had bolted to Thalia, who had bolted to Annabeth, and they had all ended up screaming and jumping into each other's arms.

He’s going to miss this.

He finally comes to the prom photos, and he’s not surprised when his breath catches in his throat when he sees Annabeth in her prom dress again. It’s a deep blue, the colour of the sky above his head, and it makes his stomach flutter each time he sees it. In the photo, she’s posing with Thalia again, but she’s mid-laugh and Percy would be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favourite photos of her. He has copies of photos from the night on his computer, but the ones taken at the venue are better quality, it’s almost like he’s back there in the moment.

Thalia had come with a date, once again wearing a tight-fitting suit, a girl on her arm and Grover had brought Juniper, his girlfriend. Percy and Annabeth had agreed to go together, just because it was easier.

“Platonically,” he remembers telling Grover. He remembers Grover laughing and shaking his head.

“There is nothing platonic about you two but okay. Have fun, Perce.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Grover had never explained what he meant and it still haunted Percy.

There isn’t a photo of the two of them at prom together, at least not in the yearbook, but he asked for a favour from a friend in the yearbook committee and has the photos that didn’t make it on a USB drive back home. His favourite is his wallpaper, and it’s of him and Annabeth dancing their heads bent close together. It’s not obvious it’s them two but he can recognise her blonde hair anywhere. That’s another moment he holds close, them dancing and swaying to a song they don’t recognise, whispering to each other in the night. He’d almost told her that night. Told her everything, about what he felt, about how he would always feel, but when she let go, he realised that he didn’t want to risk losing what they had. It was too precious to him.

Percy finally reaches the page that Annabeth initially brought him to and he uncaps the pen, tapping the back of it against the page a couple of times trying to think of a message. It’s not an accident that he didn’t write in Annabeth’s yearbook. When they were all doing it, Percy had purposefully avoided her because he knew that what he had to say to her couldn’t be said like this.

He sighs as he begins a doodle instead. A little owl because he knows that they’re her favourite, and a dolphin because they’re his. His mind is still blank at what to write to her, but he knows she’s not going to let him get away with not doing it this time.

He hears footsteps coming up the staircase and he writes the first thing that comes to his mind. The only thing that never leaves his mind when he’s around Annabeth. It’s not a long message so he’s finishing it just as Annabeth sits back down. He slams the book shut and chucks it behind him so that she can’t immediately read it. She notices and raises an eyebrow.

“Read it later. It’s embarrassing,” he says sheepishly. She laughs and hands him a bag of sour blue candy stripes. He tears open the package and starts eating as he hears other footsteps. Grover and Thalia appear in the doorway, holding pillows and even more bags of snacks.

“Let’s get this party started!” Thalia exclaims and drops her stuff unceremoniously on top of Percy, burying him under the wright. Everyone laughs at him as he sputters his way out.

Thalia plugs in some music and Annabeth helps pull Percy to his feet, and they start the feast of snacks. Grover helps Percy set up a projector for their movie and it’s nearing midnight when they finally settle on Disney’s Hercules.

As always Grover falls asleep halfway through the movie, murmuring about how his tummy hurts in his sleep. They take group selfies with him, and Percy grabs the marker next to Annabeth’s yearbook so that he can draw on Grover’s face. He’s holding back giggles with Thalia as they pose next to him and Annabeth takes a photo of them.

He pulls both girls close to him when he falls back and squeezes their shoulders.

“I can’t believe my favourite girls are leaving me to deal with this idiot,” he says and nods to Grover who has started snoring. Thalia scoffs and pushes his face so that he lets go of her. He gives in but doesn’t take his arm off Annabeth, and he swears that Annabeth cuddles just a bit closer to him.

“We’re not dying, Percy, we’re just moving to the West Coast,” Thalia says as she opens a can of coke and Percy briefly remembers how he first met Annabeth and how she had protected him from Nancy. He exchanges a look with her and sees that she’s already smiling at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“Betrayal. That’s what this is,” he says and squeezes Annabeth’s shoulder again. She threads their hands together and Percy tries not to react and turn to her again.

Thalia catches his eye and smirks at their interlocked hands.

She stands up and brushes her pants.

“I need to go pee, do you two need anything from downstairs?”

They both shake their heads and she nods before carefully stepping over a sleeping Grover and leaves the two of them.

Percy and Annabeth stay like that, leaning on each other, hands interlocked and Percy wishes he could freeze this exact moment.

“Did you write something?” Annabeth asks softly as she pulls away from him, but doesn’t let go of his hand. Percy nods tightly and she smiles as she reaches across from him and grabs the yearbook from their makeshift table. She skips straight to the back and opens to his page. She gave him an entire page to write on, but there’s only one sentence in the middle and two small doodles. She stares at it for a moment, rereading it before she looks up.

“You’re my number one,” Annabeth reads, holding the yearbook open at his page, “What does that mean?”

Percy swallows, suddenly terrified. There’s no time like now to tell her, and he has no real doubts about loving her, but with her unflinching gaze on him like this, it’s hard not to be nervous. He tries not to overthink and takes a deep breath, speaking the truth that he’s kept under wraps for years.

“There’s only one meaning, Wise Girl, what else could it mean?” He says with a shrug and reaches for her hand. She lets him take it. “My Mom once said that people who have a big heart have a lot of love in them to share, but they’ll always have their number one, and that’s you. That’s been you for years, my entire life probably.”

He takes another breath and waits for Annabeth to respond. When she doesn’t he continues, suddenly full of words. “You’re the one for me. The only one that I could ever want. The one I put before everything. You’re my-”

“Do you mean that?” Her face is full of doubt and Percy brings their joined hands up so he can press his lips to the back of her hand.

“Of course,” he breathes, and pulls her closer. He’s barely breathing when she puts the yearbook down for a moment. They stay frozen like that, pressed against each other, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

“I think I was made for loving you,” he whispers and carefully pushes her hair back.

The smile she gives him is one to rival the sun that is going to rise in a few hours.

“If that’s so, then I was made for loving you just as much.”

She kisses him, and he almost forgets his name. He brings his hands up to cup face and bring her closer and she smiles against his lips and-

“Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until after I was asleep. Jeez.”

Annabeth jerks away from him and they both stare at Thalia who is giving them a tired look from the rooftop doorway. Percy can’t help it and starts laughing, shortly after Annabeth joins and falls onto his chest, laughing too hard to keep herself up. Eventually, Thalia sits back down and bites her lip trying not to laugh, but the more she tries to keep it in the funnier it gets.

By then all three of them are laughing so hard their stomach hurts and Grover stirs awake.

“What’s going on?”

“This,” Annabeth says and proudly holds up her hand that is still firmly clasped in Percy’s hand.

Grover blinks sleepily at it and shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

“About freaking time,” he says and lays back down.

Percy and Annabeth look at each other again and he smiles at her before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“It was worth the wait.”

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spookybias · 3 years

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wheresoever you go ‣ [ choi yeonjun ] ✧

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn! reader

genre: fluff, angst | established relationship au | long distance trope.

description: yeonjun as your long distance boyfriend. in this one, the reader lives and goes to college in seoul, south korea (at first).

warning: insecurities. brief mention of suggestive content.

word count: 1.4k

⠀ ҉ PRE LONG DISTANCE

yeonjun was a clingy boyfriend. when he greeted you, he'd give you a big hug and kiss the top of your head. he always insisted on walking you home, whether it was day or night when the two of you would part ways. and since both of you had pretty busy schedules, yeonjun would make time to talk to you or meet up with you whenever he could.

when you broke the news that you were moving, yeonjun wasn't too phased at first. in his mind, there was nothing in the world that could tear you two apart. you were in love with each other and that was all that mattered. but as soon as he learned how far you were going, the weight of the situation became too much for him.

you picked a tile on the cafe floor and decided that you'd keep your eyes there so as to not see the look on yeonjun's face when you told him the bad news. "yeonjun, my family's moving and i want to go with them."

yeonjun gave you his famous smile, the one that was reserved for 'you're so cute' moments. he chuckled, "that's so sweet of you. where are you guys going? daegu? ansan?" he stirred his drink with his bendy straw and you watched as the chocolate milkshake swirled around. that, along with the bomb you had to drop on your boyfriend, was making you dizzy. you had chosen the cafe for a reason; neither of you were bold enough to make a scene in public.

you swallowed, but couldn't seem to make your throat feel less dry. "outside of the country, jjunie."

yeonjun stopped stirring his milkshake. he leaned back in the brown leather armchair of the cafe. "like, japan?"

you blinked back tears and tried not to think about crying. "farther than that," you replied, twiddling your fingers.

"singapore?" yeonjun's eyes darted back and forth. he looked like he was about to start gasping for air, maybe even lose consciousness. you hated that the place was much farther. why couldn't it had just been a couple cities over? why did it have to be in a different continent?

after giving him all the details, yeonjun chuckled and ran his hands through his hair repeatedly. you knew he wasn't losing his mind, but he sure was losing himself over the situation. he tried to convince you that you didn't really have to move with your family. you were an adult now, and you couldn't quit school. he said you could move in with him and the others, live at their dorm, but you knew that the idea was unrealistic. neither of you were ready to move in together and his boss would never allow it. you explained that you chose to go with them, and that you could transfer universities. yeonjun wanted to get mad at you, but instead, he respected your decision.

yeonjun got used to the idea of you being away from him for some time. that's just it, he got used to the idea. it hadn't actually hit him that you were moving far, far away until one day he came over, and you showed him pictures of what your family's new house would look like.

that's when yeonjun started to feel overwhelmed and anxious. he kept thinking that when you finally went over there, you would find someone within reach who was better than him in every possible way. so to fulfill his own insecurities, he would come at you with expensive gifts and outstanding dates. but then one day you told him that the two of you needed to talk and his fear of being broken up with went from a level 2 to a level 7. every time you tried to discuss the fact that you were moving away, he'd distract you with more expensive gifts and physical affection. afterwards, he always pretended to fall asleep or that he had to rush home so that you couldn't break up with him.

yeonjun wasn't sure what to do next. even the others knew there was something going on with him. it was two weeks before you would be leaving, and he was too afraid to talk to you because he thought you were going to dump him. though, he knew he needed to talk to you if he wanted you to stay with him.

it didn't take long for you to figure out what was going on with your boyfriend. so one day, you asked him out to breakfast, acting as if it would just be a regular date. yeonjun was stressed out the night before, wondering if you'd mention that you were leaving soon. when he showed up he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. he picked at his food the entire time, awaiting heartbreak. however, you weren't going to break up with him, and you needed to make that clear.

you reached across the table and took the fork out of yeonjun's hand. you intertwined your fingers with his and looked him straight in the eyes. "jjunie, why don't you talk to me anymore ?"

"y-you still call me jjunie?" yeonjun sniffled, but he refused to cry. you had your reasons for dumping him and he would just have to accept it.

"why wouldn't i call you jjunie?" you squinted at your boyfriend and sighed. "yeonjun, i'm not breaking up with you. i know you think i am."

yeonjun relaxed his shoulders. it felt like the weight he had been carrying for a few months had finally lifted. he closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat like he did the day you broke the bad news, and took a deep breath. he covered his face with his hands and asked in a tiny voice, "why did you want to talk to me?" he concluded himself to be a total loser.

"jjunie, are you dumb?" you giggled. "you're my boyfriend. i wanted to talk to you about what the plan was. you know, like what time is best to call, when you think we'd be able to see-"

yeonjun leaned over the cafe table and kissed you hard, cutting off your sentence. he loved you so much.

the day of departure, yeonjun accompanied you and your family to the airport. he held you in his arms, and tried to ignore the fact that it would be a long time until he got to hug you again. he wanted to put the moment in a bottle so that he could return at any time, and hold you for as long as he wanted. but he you knew he was okay. he knew the two of you would be okay.

⠀ ҉ POST LONG DISTANCE

yeonjun is still a clingy boyfriend. you guys would always shower each other in romantic gestures, but now it's triple the cheesy messages, double the cute playlists, and a whole lot of phone calls and video chats.

when he visits a new place, he always takes a picture to send to you and adds, "when you come back, let's go here together."

he sends you a whole lot of videos and voice messages, and you do the same, especially if it's a very busy day for one of you and you know you might not get the chance to talk. yeonjun's favorite thing to do is send you a voice message right when he wakes up so you can hear his raspy voice, and send videos of him blowing kisses at the camera.

it's much easier to tease you now. when he sees an outfit that's cute and a little sinful while walking past a store, he takes a picture to send to you and goes, "you would look cute in this. should i ship it to you so you can call me while wearing it?" please forgive the man, he doesn't get any action now that you're gone.

you spam him with tons of selfies. he saves all of them... until he runs out of storage and has to choose which ones he loves more and it's harder than any exam he's ever taken.

the idea of seeing him again is always on your mind. you miss the times he would walk you home, kiss your forehead, let you sit on his lap. and yeonjun constantly thinks about all of your old cuddle sessions and movie nights. he misses you so so much.

as far as insecurities go, yeonjun isn't worried about you ending things with him anymore. you, on the other hand, get a little nervous whenever you're on the phone with him and hear a charming voice in the background. yeonjun senses you're uneasiness, and has no problem explaining who it is and what's going on.

there's nothing to worry about, though. neither of you are going anywhere. long distance is a piece of cake to yeonjun now, and you know you'll hold each other soon.

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captainsimagines · 3 years

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traitor

Summary: It was only one night, no strings attached, just two friends working through their grief together. Steve went to live his life with Peggy and within two weeks of returning, he peacefully passed. Unimaginable things happen everyday, jokes have negative consequences, and protection doesn’t always protect from the possibility… the possibility of carrying a child. He would have stayed if he knew, everyone agrees with this, so why is the world calling Steve Rogers a traitor?

One-Shot (with a happy ending)

Pairing(s): Avengers x Fem Reader; brief Steve Rogers x Fem Reader

Warnings: Unexpected pregnancy; serious talks about abortion; brief mention of suicide (if you squint); mentions of Endgame deaths; strong language; minor descriptions of actual birth; ANGST but with a happy ending! This is purely fanfiction.

Word Count: 6,600+

A/N: So, Olivia Rodrigo’s album just came out and dude, jfc every song is magical. like... wtf. This is essentially a ‘song fanfic’, but ehhhh not quite. The lyrics don’t match the fanfic lmao but the melody does??? idk this is a shit ton of angst, be warned. It was from a request I got a while back, so this is kind of a request fanfic.

Up until the moment Steve pressed his soft lips to yours, you were certain you had never experienced such a wonderful sensation of magic. You had been witness to actual magic, to beings from other worlds, and yet Steve’s gentle touch was enough to erase any other image, to completely overpower your senses, a kind of magic that dug deep into the trenches of your heart and settled in its new home.

No, you and Steve were not a couple. There were some flirty remarks over the years, some fantasies that lay dormant, but there was never the craving to actually act upon them. But when half the world disappeared and the remaining Avengers came up with a plan five years later, the loss of a teammate prompted the sudden push of two touch-starved individuals. The rest of the team had gone to sulk in their own corners of the compound, some hard at work at constructing the final piece to the puzzle, and you and Steve ventured off to the kitchen. Two cups of tea each, silent but heavy tears mixing in with the sugar and milk.

You were the first to break, shoulders crumbling and knees rocking under your weight. You fell to the floor, sobs and hiccups forming into a full-blown attack, your hands scratching at your neck. Steve fell beside you, pulling you into his chest and rocking you back and forth. He cried too, the final words of his best friend ringing in his ears like a dreaded song on repeat. See you in a minute. See you in a minute. See you in a minute.

Time was irrelevant, you had enough of counting time, estimating it, time-traveling through it. If you could sit there all night, all week, another five years huddled close to Steve Rogers, then so be it.

‘I can’t believe she’s gone,’ you had sobbed.

‘I can’t believe it either. I can’t,’ he had cried back.

You had simply lifted your head and turned his face toward yours, searching his eyes for any hesitation before you had leaned in first. He had returned the intimate gesture almost immediately, gripping you tightly. Tears dripped in between your moving lips, sobs caught inside breathy moans, grips becoming tighter and tighter as each of you shared your first time together. No other partner up until that point had ever pulled such a pained but grateful cry from your throat, no other human being had ever made you feel so safe and peaceful.

The final battle was over, you had lost yet another teammate, but the world had a chance to start over. And Steve had pulled you aside a few days before he returned the stones, letting you know that he wasn’t coming back the same man. He had been so scared of telling you, of possibly betraying you, but when your palms cupped his cheeks and you gave him a kiss on the lips with a soft whisper of ‘Be with her. Cherish her. Be happy. We’ll meet again’, his worries instantly shattered. He could only rapidly nod his head, grabbing your hands that were soaked in his tears, and kissing them until he said his final goodbyes.

And he returned such a different man, but with a smile you had never quite seen before. Yes, he was older and you only had a few seconds to actually process that, but he was happy. He had been happy. He finally lived the life he deserved.

Sitting in that pew two weeks later, both sad and happy tears streaming down your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. You simply gripped Wanda’s hand as they carried the casket down the aisle, a sad melody drowning the church.

The first round of sickness hit you the day of the funeral, but you obviously didn’t think much of it. It was the fits of sadness and grief, the hot coil in the middle of your stomach, you thought. It had to be. It wasn’t until your breakfast was regurgitated into your toilet only a few minutes after enjoying it that you were suddenly worried.

You sneaked to some liquor store a subway ride away, careful of not leaving a trail. This was embarrassing, it was insane, it couldn’t possibly be real. You gave the cashier your money and ran to the stall provided, peeing on the stick the best you could before placing it on the dirty sink in the corner. You patted your hands on your thighs repeatedly, careful to not touch any other thing in a goddamn liquor store bathroom.

‘Friday?’ your voice was so defeated, tears already stinging your eyes.

Your little bluetooth sprang to life, ‘Yes, Y/N?’

Your bottom lip was trembling wildly, hands now shaking. ‘Can you stay active with me while I read the results? I can’t… I can’t be alone right now.’

‘Yes, Y/N. Anything you need, I’m here.’ You sobbed openly, thanking her under your breath. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to contact anybody else?’

‘I can’t face them. I can’t face them if it’s positive, Friday.’

‘Okay, it’s alright,’ her voice was so delicate, so quiet and reassuring. ‘Just keep talking to me, Y/N. I think the results should be ready now.’

You inched closer to the test. ‘I’m scared, Friday.’

‘I know,’ Friday sighed, ‘But you will get through this. No matter the result.’

Grabbing the small device from the sink, you swallowed so much saliva that it actually hurt. The plus sign was so clear, so evident in its visibility, and your ears only registered the loud cries escaping your painful lungs because Friday was practically yelling in your ear.

‘Please, calm down Y/N! Your heart rate is too fast-” she was stuttering, an AI was stuttering. ‘I’m calling for help. You need someone to be here with you. I’m sorry.’

It took ten minutes. Ten minutes of banging outside the bathroom door from the cashier, ten minutes of blurry vision and a strep throat. Sam broke through the door as quickly as he could, eyes flying around the small bathroom until he saw you huddled in the corner, a pregnancy test clutched in your small hand. He crouched down beside you, hands extended but not exactly touching you, and eyes trying to lock with yours.

‘Y/N, Y/N?’

Just the sound of his voice, the voice of someone who didn’t need this added pain in their lives, it was just too much. Another weight added to your shoulders.

‘I don’t know why,’ you choked out, ‘I’m so sorry.’

Sam’s face contorted into a pained expression, eyes brimmed with salty tears. ‘What are you talking about? No one is blaming you for anything. You’re safe, I’m here.’

You shook your head violently, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

But as quickly as those words left your mouth, the pounding in your head had become too unbearable. You collapsed into Sam’s arms.

You woke to a single doctor who was monitoring your vitals. She was just sitting beside your bed, clicking random buttons on the screen in front of her. You whimpered slightly, the bright lights temporarily blinding you. The doctor quickly stopped what she was doing and removed the tube from your nose, allowing you to breathe on your own. You ignored the weird scratch that caused, and asked her the question you needed to have answered by a true medical professional - not a liquor store device.

She confirmed what you already knew. There were no ‘congratulations’ or even ‘I’m sorry’s’, just the fact that you were pregnant and it was very early on. There were still options for you, it was healthy so far, you were healthy so far-

Wait, options?

The team were all huddled outside, nerves all over the place. They didn’t know what was going on. Sam knew but it wasn’t his information to pass on. It wasn’t until Bucky’s angry demeanor actually turned violent, a hole forming through the hospital wall. You were all on a private floor, completely displaced from the reality down on other levels, so any freak-outs were only slightly justified. Slightly.

‘Sam, you gotta tell us. I made a promise to Steve, Sam! I promised to take care of her!’

Bucky’s words gripped Sam’s heart in a metaphorical vice. ‘She’s gotta tell you guys, man. It’s not my place.’

You had curled in on yourself, the doctor’s words echoing louder and louder.

‘Abortion is an option. At this rate, it would be quick and safe. I can promise you that. It’s your choice.’

You wanted to die. You wanted the world to swallow you up and bury you alive. You wanted to disappear. If you had died in the snap, this wouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have happened.

The ride back to the compound was a quiet one, with Sam driving you and the radio on low volume.

‘Are you going to tell them?’

You bit your lip, ‘The doctor said I had options.’

Sam’s breath hitched and he tried to mask it, but you had heard it. You felt guilty, disgusting, like you betrayed Steve and the rest of the team. They had just lost him, you had just lost him, and you were carrying his child. And if Steve would have known, he would have wanted it. He would have encouraged you to have it, he would have been so happy, he would have been such a great fa-

‘The choice is yours, Y/N.’ He glanced over at you, ‘Can you at least tell me who the father is?’

The wrecked sobs were like second nature now, choking you with their strength. ‘I’m so sorry!’

Sam pulled to the side of the road and quickly took off his seatbelt, sliding over in the connected front seats to pull you into his chest. ‘Shh, hey. We are not going to be mad at you. Everything’s going to be okay. It may not seem like it now but-’

‘Sam!’ you cried, clutching his shirt in a tight fist. ‘I swear it was an accident! Steve didn’t know! He didn’t know, I swear he didn’t know!’

Sam’s mouth dropped open, an almost embarrassing noise of surprise sounding from the depths of his soul. He ran his hands through your hair, eyes rapidly searching for a single viewpoint. But he couldn’t focus on any one thing, not when you were shuddering against him and apologizing nonstop.

Steve didn’t know.

The team had reacted in a similar manner. They so desperately wanted to wish you a congratulations, it was the norm for this kind of thing. Especially with such a rough few years - bringing life into this world could be considered an ultimate blessing. But this was Steve’s child, his baby, his only baby in this timeline. It was a part of him, something he had unknowingly left behind.

The team took a few days. The pain of losing Natasha, of losing Steve, of losing Tony. The gift of life. It was just too much.

And you found yourself in front of Wanda’s bedroom door, hands clutching your night robe closed and knees wobbly. She brought you tea, she laid underneath the covers with you, she spooned you until you stopped crying.

‘We weren’t together.’

‘You weren’t?’

You sat up, muscles straining due to your thousandth crying session that week. ‘No, it was one time. It was a mutual thing. We just… felt safe. And we made love.’

Wanda shut her eyes briefly, only to open them for two parallel tears to slip. ‘That sounds beautiful.’

‘We used protection. It really was an accident.’

Wanda interrupted, ‘No, don’t try and justify yourself. It happened. It’s done.’

You whimpered, reaching out to grab her hands. ‘I feel so guilty for even talking to you. I don’t know how you did it. I’m so selfish to be pouring all this on you-’

‘Hey, hey,’ she whispered, ‘But I am the only one who can truly understand. I have lost more in my lifetime than anybody ever should. But I am going to help you get through this, Y/N.’

You pulled her into a hug, ‘I missed you so much. I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this.’

Wanda slowly pulled away, eyes cloudy and touch of red twinge flying in her irises. ‘Alright. I won’t leave your side. No matter what you decide.’

The chair was cold, the room was cold, no matter how inviting the hospital tried to make this room. It was decorated in the most neutral colors, so delicate in its designs, pamphlets and books scattered on every available surface. It was made to make the pregnant person feel secure, to feel comfortable in the hands of their doctor, but it just made you sick.

And when the doctor asked if you would like an ultrasound first, that it wasn’t actually necessary for you to view it, you found yourself saying yes. You were at six weeks, it would be there. Wanda clenched her eyes shut, because even if you were strong enough to do that, she wasn’t. But she was here to hold your hand. She would hold your hand no matter what.

It was the size of a grain of rice. That fuzzy, white figure off a little to the right of your uterus was the size of a grain. A literal grain of rice. The monitor shifted and the doctor cleared their throat, the slimy device absentmindedly being circled around your lower abdomen.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered, eyes locked on the place the doctor had their finger. Wanda brought her hand up to her mouth and looked away.

That’s when you heard it.

The steady rhythm of a strong heartbeat.

Your chest started heaving, tears staining your cheeks as you listened to the beautiful sound.

‘I’m so sorry,’ the doctor mumbled, ready to pull the monitor’s plug to end the live video but you gripped their arm before they could.

‘No, no!’ you yelped, the heartbeat still sounding, so early in its actual life that this was for sure Steve’s child.

You turned to Wanda, face contorting into one of agonizing regret. ‘I can’t do this. I can’t do this to Steve.’

Wanda gulped and took in a ragged breath, ‘Y/N, Steve’s not here.’

‘No,’ you whined, head turning back to look at the monitor. The monitor with yours and Steve’s child on it. ‘This is the only real part of him we have left, right?’

Wanda opened her mouth but shut it again, unable to formulate a proper response.

‘This is Steve’s child,’ you stated, sucking in a breath through your sobs. ‘This is my child.’

The team was alerted of your decision the minute you walked into the common room. They had known what you left for, dread itching in their souls and morals twisting greedily, but they hadn’t stopped you. They couldn’t do that to you.

‘Hi,’ you mumbled, placing your things on the counter. Everyone kept their heads down, lumps growing in their throats as each second passed. ‘I’m okay.’

Clint was the first one to speak. ‘Did everything go well? Did they hurt you?’

You smiled with your teeth for the first time in weeks, ‘No, they didn’t hurt me. They didn’t even touch me.’

For a few seconds, no one caught on to your words. But Bucky was the first to register them, to etch them deeply into his brain, to stand from his seat and walk to you cautiously. ‘You decided-?’

You smiled wide now, happy tears falling over your strained cheeks. ‘I’m having a baby.’

The team erupted, cries and cheers deafening you. Bucky stumbled over and hugged you close, arms wrapped over your shoulders and face buried in your neck. He had to bend his knees to keep that position. He weeped into your shoulder and thanked you repeatedly, his own body rumbling with broken sobs. You held him close, fingers digging into his shirt and the skin of his back.

‘We promise, Y/N,’ Sam said off to the side, waiting for his turn to hug you. ‘We promise to take care of you and this baby.’

A few more long-awaited congratulations were shared. ‘Guess I’m on desk duty for the next nine months, huh?’

Bucky held you tighter.

The first four months were certainly eventful. Wanda insisted on taking pictures of you every few weeks. She had you model with a nice tight shirt to show off your growing stomach, different props in your arms as the weeks passed on. Flowers, sporting equipment, random Avengers inventions, signs that read the number of weeks you were at. You even did couple shoots, with your teammates posing behind you with their hands on your stomach and an equally bright smile.

She had them printed out and framed, the compound common rooms now littered with random photos of you and your growing child. It was like a timeline, a museum considering you would catch someone inspecting the photographs. This time it was Scott, casually eating his cereal and balancing it in his hand as he walked the hallway. He had this silly smile on his face the whole time, milk dripping from his bottom lip. In his photo, he was posed behind you with a giant smile, back arched and head thrown back while you were trying your best to arch your back as well. And then he saw you watching him, eyes falling from your face to your stomach, and that silly smile growing wider.

Happy insisted on doing yoga with you every other morning, his chosen playlists actually Tony’s. Half expecting the songs to only emit the essence of rock and roll, you were surprised when the playlist only contained acoustics. Happy winked at you, ‘He was a man of taste, Y/N. He, too, had those sad driving songs.’

Peter was hesitant to visit at first. He was still mourning Tony, as you all were, and seeing everyone again was certainly a hard thing to do. But he managed, and the moment he saw you there, trying to balance a plastic bottle on your tiny stomach, he burst into a fit of giggles.

‘Oh, oh! I almost got it!’ you encouraged yourself, stomach not yet protruded enough to quite get it.

Peter rushed over and caught the bottle as it slipped, ‘You’ll get there. How do you feel?’

You grinned at the kid, ‘Like I’m pregnant.’

Peter chuckled, ‘I wouldn’t know, so.’

‘It’s weird,’ you admitted, turning back to your abandoned bowl of fruit. You popped a piece of pineapple in your mouth, ‘But I just remind myself that they’re gonna be an angel when they come out.’

‘All slimy and angelic.’

You swatted at Peter, ‘They’re healthy. That’s all that matters.’

Peter placed his hand on your stomach, half-expecting something to happen. ‘I can’t believe you’re having his baby.’

You bit your lip, willing yourself not to cry. Steve should be here experiencing this. ‘Me neither.’

The next month had come so quickly. Your friends - your family - made sure to keep you occupied. Whether it was to shop, to nap together, to eat together, to exercise together, anything, they were by your side. It was so overwhelming at times, but not wanting to scare anyone, you took time for yourself whenever you could. You’d settle in your room, in a nearby cafe, in Natasha’s room, and just sit and breathe. With one hand on your stomach, you couldn’t possibly fathom the luck on your side. It always tore your heart in two when you realized Steve would never meet his child, absolutely mutilated it. But the realization that this child was going to have such a massive family, your family, uncles and aunts who would die for the kid - that realization was sometimes too much.

The thunder from outside startled everyone. The quiet night everyone was having was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a certain god, hair now cut and beard trimmed, running into the common area. He was practically hyperventilating, his quick pace halting as he scanned the room. ‘Is it true?’

‘You got my message?’ Wanda asked, shutting off the water from the sink.

‘I’m sorry, I was away. I just got the message and-’

Thor lay his eyes on you, your obvious stomach, and he started crying softly. ‘It’s true?’

You smiled at him, opening your arms for an embrace. But Thor fell to his knees in front of you, forehead resting on your stomach. ‘This is a miracle.’

‘It really is,’ you laughed, wiping away a few stray tears. ‘The condom broke.’

Laughter sounded almost instantly.

Thor looked up at you, eyes red and eyebrows furrowed. ‘He didn’t know?’

You shook your head, ‘No, Steve didn’t know. I promise.’

Thor nodded, believing you. He stood slowly, encasing you in a tight squeeze. He hadn’t changed much since you last saw him, but he did seem to be drinking less. ‘After so much loss, the Heaven’s send us a gift from a beloved friend.’

Bucky seemed to be the happiest. Although he shared your beliefs that Steve should be here to experience this, to cherish this, to be the father he had deserved to be, Bucky couldn’t help but feel grateful that you decided to keep the baby. He knew he needed to stop relying on Steve to fix his mind, this he had to do on his own, but the bundle of joy inside of you just added to his undying love for his best friend. This was a piece of him, a true half of Steve’s heart that would soon be breathing air and opening its eyes.

He was currently laying beside you, just woken up from a nap and lazily drawing circles over your clothed tummy. You were still asleep, deep breaths a little ragged since you were twisted slightly to your side. You had given up trying to sleep on your back nowadays.

‘Hey there,’ Bucky whispered, a funny smile forming on his face because he can’t believe he’s talking to your literal stomach. ‘You know you’re a miracle, right?’

There was no response, obviously. But Bucky just positioned himself to lean on his elbow, temple resting in the palm of his hand. ‘We’re going to love you so much. Steve would have loved you so much.’

He placed his metal hand on your stomach, careful not to apply so much pressure. He was hesitant though, the metal hand now from Wakanda but still something he didn’t entirely trust. Still, he rubbed smooth circles on your side. ‘I already love you so much.’

Kick.

Bucky widened his eyes, a hitch in his breath. Was that real?

‘Did you just respond to me?’ Bucky asked, a little laugh escaping his lips. ‘Should I say it again?’

Nothing happened for a long while. He switched hands, rubbing a little deeper now. It was a free massage for you, anyway.

Bucky bit his lip and looked up at your face, still peacefully dreaming. He leaned closer to your stomach and repeated his earlier confession. ‘I love you.’

Kick.

Bucky shot up from his spot on the bed and covered his mouth, a loud laugh accidentally escaping and startling you awake.

‘W-What?’

‘They kicked! They kicked!’

‘Seriously?’

Bucky was shooting through the stars, because even though it was a long shot, he felt like somehow Steve was telling him he loved him back.

Sam’s leg bounced madly as he watched the doctor slick up the generator. You repeatedly tried to calm him, tell him that it would be quick and simple, and there was nothing to be worried about.

You were six months now. Belly now protruding to the point where you could only see the tips of your toes when you glanced downward, and the baby was positioned farther into your back. If anything, you were having a giant freaking baby. He was a product of a super soldier.

You remembered having that scary conversation with the doctors, your whole family beside you as they heard and relayed the information.

‘Your baby is perfectly healthy. The serum isn’t affecting it. His lungs are forming less quickly than the other organs but there’s no serious worry.’

Bucky had literally cackled at that, confusing everyone in the room. ‘Steve and his shit lungs.’

But now you were finding out the sex. Only one person was allowed in the room this time, and Sam had literally begged you with his eyes to choose him.

‘Are you two ready?’

You each nodded at the doctor, waiting for the monitor to spring to life. After a few seconds, the heartbeat was detected. You gripped Sam’s hand in yours, a quiet ‘thank god’ passing through his lips.

Then the giant image of a literal baby appeared on the screen. It was so surreal. It resembled a quick sketch, like one Steve would have casually drew, and you couldn’t help but imagine him drawing that very image from memory.

‘Y/N, I-’ Sam cleared his throat, smiling at you.

‘Would you like to know the sex of the baby?’

‘Yes, please,’ you answered, gripping Sam’s hand harder.

The doctor moved the generator a few times more, hitting the spacebar on the computer to capture the image. ‘Congratulations, you’re having a boy.’

You shuttered a tiny laugh as Sam flew out of his seat, arms extended upward for a moment before he brought his hands down to kiss them over and over.

‘I’ll print this out for you,’ the doctor smiled, leaving you and Sam to celebrate.

Everyone had gathered later that night to find out the news. You had printed enough copies for everyone who wanted one. Bets were placed, a multitude of gifts already mounted in online shopping carts.

‘Don’t keep us waiting!’ Rhodey shouted, champagne bottle at the ready and propped up on his thigh for when you made your announcement.

Sam was standing beside you, a massive grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and urged him on, telling him that you were fine with him saying it. Sam didn’t need to be told twice.

‘It’s a boy!’

Pop! Drinks were poured and hugs were shared, with even Friday coming over the monitor to congratulate you.

Even in the midst of all the excitement, you felt a little empty. But you enjoyed your pre-baby shower, happy that everything was so unbelievably working out.

It was midnight when you alerted Friday to call Happy to your room. You needed a ride.

Happy was slightly irritated at being woken up, but once you told him where you were heading, he obliged. The ride was silent, comfortable, with Happy glancing at you once in a while to make sure you were okay.

You walked across the grass slowly, hands resting on your stomach and just a little waddle in your walk. You flashed your phone light over the headstones even though the headstone you were looking for was in a secluded area. Happy trailed you, keeping a respectable distance.

You stopped in front of the small building, the fence somewhat blocking your path. But there was no security around, and even if you were caught on camera, your face let everyone know who you were and your connection to Steve. You had no worries.

You broke the lock easily and opened the door. It was almost entirely marble, a good deal of Steve’s actual aesthetic. So simple, not overly patriotic, and secluded. He had refused to be buried in Arlington.

You sat on the bench provided, the three names in front of you standing out like they were begging to be read out loud. So you complied.

‘Sarah,’ you muttered, smiling as the name rolled off your tongue. ‘Thank you for sending everyone a literal angel.’

You muttered his father’s name as well, but felt no personal connection to it. You spent at least ten minutes building up the courage to utter his name, to say his name in front of him again. He was buried right underneath your feet, his name the only thing for you to see.

‘Steve,’ you sighed and rubbed your stomach. ‘Steve.’

You sobbed silently and watched as the tears fell on top of your resting hands. ‘I don’t regret it.’

You were met with silence. ‘I don’t regret any of it. God knows why he did this. But you lived your life, and I just can’t believe I have to bring life into this world without you here.’

‘It’s a boy, Steve. A lovely little boy.’

You brought your hand up to your mouth to bite the side of it, throat clenching. ‘Everyone is so happy. I am, too. I promise you.’

You lowered your hand back to your stomach. ‘I just wish that you could feel that happiness.’

The moonlight moved slightly, shining on his name brighter now. ‘He’ll know about you, don’t worry about that.’ You laughed.

You didn’t want to keep Happy waiting. You stood from the bench slowly, feet sore. You walked closer to him, wishing you could easily bend down and give him a kiss. But you physically couldn’t right now, so you blew him one instead. ‘Thank you.’

Somehow the rumor got out that an Avenger was pregnant. And when Wanda was seen outside without a large stomach, all fingers were pointed at you.

The news went ballistic, most positive and raving, while others pondered just who had gotten you pregnant. You had been seen with everyone in paparazzi photos, so no actual conclusion had been made.

Until a picture of you at Steve’s gravesite was leaked.

It was constant bombardment, timelines were stitched together, magazines and their headlines were having a field day. Rhodey had tried to cancel these news stories, to threaten lawsuits, but to no avail. The world was now cursing Steve’s name - ‘how dare he leave her while pregnant?’, ‘how could he leave her pregnant and for another woman?’, ‘did he even know?’

The team had done everything in their power to try and clear yours and Steve’s name, but no one was having it. Steve’s love story was now tarnished, with many calling him a traitor and a deadbeat. It was no use.

You struggled to climb the stairs, inwardly cursing the staff for not installing a ramp instead. The flashes were blinding, the lights were hot, and the various microphones placed on the stand were comical.

Everyone hushed, looks of sympathy and pity slapping you in the face.

‘I know what you’re all thinking and what you’ve all been saying,’ you started, eyes wandering to the far corner of the room where your team were huddled. ‘But I need to clear a few things up.’

‘Steve didn’t know.’

The crowd erupted, questions flying at you like fast bullets. They were silenced after a few moments. ‘We shared a moment with each other before we brought everyone back. I didn’t know I was pregnant until after his funeral.’

The crowd murmured amongst each other. ‘He told me he was planning to stay in another timeline. To live his life. I encouraged him. He did not leave me alone and pregnant. He truly didn’t know.’

You finished, they didn’t deserve a deeper explanation. You ignored their calls for questions, some even trying to crowd you at the doors. But you pushed through them, cradling your stomach with a newfound sense of pride.

It was time.

You sat up in your bed and quickly wiped away the hard crusts from the corners of your eyes. You sat there for a few seconds before you felt another harsh twinge. ‘A-ah!’

You didn’t know why you paused, legs now thrown over the side of the bed. They felt like menstrual cramps, it could be false labor. You let out a heavy breath and pushed yourself up, legs wobbly. But the moment you did, it was like something snapped. Your legs were wet and a tiny puddle had started forming on the floor.

‘Friday!’

The lights in your room turned on immediately, ‘Y/N, is it time?’

You moaned at the uncomfortable cramping, ‘Yeah, I think it is.’

‘I’m waking and alerting the team right now, Y/N. Sit back down, please.’

You listened to Friday, sitting at the edge of your bed for a few moments before you realized you had to pack a bag. You shuffled across your room and grabbed the duffel bag Scott had left for you a few days ago. You packed a pair of socks, sweats, underwear, vaseline and your toothbrush, hairbrush, and phone. You zipped your bag just in time for both Bucky and Sam to throw open your door, Sam struggling to put his shoes on and Bucky slipping on a jacket inside-out.

‘Y/N, is it really time? Are you ready? Are you okay?’

You ignored the cramping in your back and laughed at them, ‘Yes! My water broke, I’m in pain, it’s time.’

With both Sam and Bucky at your sides, they held onto you as you all stumbled down the hallway. Thor was already waiting with the elevator open, the biggest smile on his aging face.

‘Wanda and Bruce are preparing the room. Scott already called the doctor. Clint’s in route,’ Bucky reassured. The three men huddled into the elevator with you, all instructing you to breathe and to squeeze them if you needed to.

But even though you were in pain, albeit not as extreme as it was going to inevitably get, you were so incredibly happy. They were all so loud, so chaotic, and you were as calm as a cucumber.

The elevator dinged. ‘Good luck, Y/N,’ you heard Friday call after you. You pinched your eyes closed, the thought that Friday was ultimately a part of Tony’s consciousness - Tony was wishing you good luck.

The pressure in your hips was starting to build and you didn’t know how long this would actually take. Some people had quick births, some people lay in labor for hours, some for a day. But it seemed like this was going to be pretty quick, because your next scream was completely involuntarily.

Bucky winced, leading you to the bed Wanda had just lay sheets on. ‘You’re doing great, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.’

You laughed at Bucky and gripped his hand in silent thanks before slipping into the bed and trying to get comfortable. Before you could truly feel like you made it, like the first hard step was done, you sat up quickly.

‘Wait, wait! Nat’s sweater! I was gonna wear Nat’s sweater!’

Thor was already out the door, ‘I’ll get it! Don’t worry!’

You smiled at the ceiling, beads of sweat now rolling down your forehead. ‘Oh, this hurts!’

It was an hour. Once you shimmied into Natasha’s purple knitted sweater, you lay there trying to control your breathing. Everyone had piled into the room one right after the other. The room was big enough, spacious enough for even Bruce to roam freely. Although you were in an immense amount of pain, you still focused on your team.

Scott was on his third cup of coffee, sipping excitedly as he conversed with the others. Bruce was constantly checking your vitals and wanting everything the doctor was saying repeated. Wanda was beside you, a hand gripping yours and the other running ice chips along your lips. Bucky was on your other bedside wearing one of Steve’s sweatshirts because it still smelled like him. His logic was that if he was wearing something of Steve’s the first moment he held your baby, then the first thing he smelled would be the remnants of his father.

And Thor was practically speechless, silent in his own little corner and feeling like the god’s really did bless everyone in this room after such turmoil.

Clint arrived with Peter trailing behind him just when the doctor instructed you sit up - you were at ten centimeters.

‘You gotta push, Y/N! You gotta push when the doctor says push!’

You yelled until your lungs gave out, head almost rolling back but Sam held it in his palm. ‘C’mon, Y/N! You’re doing great!’

You usually had perfect pitch when you sang, never faltering when it was time to hit a high note. But your voice was cracking at the most unusual times, throat rubbed raw as you felt your hips splinter open.

‘He’s crowning!’

Wanda traded places with Sam real quick, deciding that she wanted to see the baby when he was finally out. Bucky had a death grip on your hand, tears flowing freely and a smile to match Thor’s.

‘Push, Y/N! Push!’

‘I’m-I’m! I’m sorry! I can’t!’

The doctor was working her hands around the head, trying to ease the baby out easier. ‘Trust me, Y/N. One more big push and the shoulders will be out. That’s the hardest part.’

The doctor’s words were starting to drown out, and your head lolled back again. You felt tiny smacks on your cheeks, ‘C’mon, Y/N. You can do this. Everyone believes in you. You’re so goddamn strong, Y/N!’

That was Bucky’s voice. Bucky.

You opened your eyes, delirious for a second. ‘Steve?’

Bucky whimpered and nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing kisses all over. ‘He’s here. I feel him, Y/N. You can do this.’

And you could feel him. You could see your family but you could feel him. It was so light, like a gentle whisk across the cheek, a promise that this truly was a miracle.

You screamed as you pushed under doctor’s orders, feeling numb and abused but satisfied. His shoulders slipped out and along with them came his arms and torso, legs and all ten toes. The doctor caught him quickly, lifting him up vertically to let you see him. He was already crying.

‘He’s here!’

You sobbed and smiled widely, laughter rattling your chest as the team bombarded you with quick hugs. Sam remained at your side, his eyes motioning for Bucky to go see the baby.

‘Who’s cutting the cord?’

You looked around the room but you knew. You answered the doctor’s question. ‘Bucky.’

Bucky was truly confused. Not because of your decision, but because he couldn’t possibly be worthy of this. His hands, those hands that had killed so many people involuntarily, had almost killed Steve, those hands were now gripping a pair of medical scissors to cut the symbolization of new life entering the world. He turned to you for permission one last time, before he gripped the cord in his hand and cut where the doctor pointed.

His shoulders felt a million times lighter. Like he was set free all over again.

They cleaned the baby up quickly and swaddled him. The doctor placed him in your arms, all warm and utterly safe, to look back up at you with the same blue eyes as his father.

You sobbed happily, brushing your fingers delicately along his pink cheek. ‘Hi. Hi there.’

He was no longer crying, just staring up in pure astonishment at the various faces staring back at him.

‘Y/N, he’s beautiful,’ Clint said, tissue already in hand.

‘I can’t believe you’re here,’ you spoke softly.

‘Do we have a name?’

It was like everyone said it in unison. ‘Steve.’

You snuggled into the bed and Natasha’s sweater, somewhat aware of the doctor still fixing you up down there. You would try feeding later, but for now your newborn needed to be passed around the group and be awed at.

You carefully guided him to Bucky, holding his head gently in your palm. Bucky took him, arms instinctively curling in the correct position. Once Bucky had him in his arms, it was like everything that happened in the world was worth it. Absolutely everything.

Bucky watched in fascination as the baby curled deeper in his chest, little fist clutching Steve’s sweatshirt. He took the sweetest little intake of air…

xxMoni

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