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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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Through the entirety of Rafe and Sophie doing long distance, he had been great about keeping it to himself that he missed her. He knew that sharing it once in a while was alright, but too much and he was convinced he’d make her upset and ruin her study abroad experience - the last thing he wanted to. He even put his phone away most times if he was going to get drunk, knowing he’d probably end up drunkenly confessing something he shouldn’t. He had a great track record - until he didn’t.

He had to admit, he was feeling himself. Earlier that day, he’d FaceTimed her after his long-overdue haircut appointment, at her request. She had answered the phone in a hurry, walking to her metro stop with her bag slung over her shoulder and hadn’t really looked too closely at the screen, more just listening through her headphones. When she finally glanced at him she stopped in her tracks abruptly, nearly bumping into someone. “Oh my god, look at you!”

He raised his eyebrows, running his hand through his hair nervously. He had let the hairdresser do whatever she wanted and she had gone for a shaggier cut that made his hair curl a little at the ends, a little trendier than he expected. “Is it that bad?”

“No! No, no, not at all - did you ask for that cut? That’s not your normal.”

He shrugged, still a little wary of her reaction. “No, I just let her do something new. It’s okay, right?”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she cursed, trying to be quiet as people moved around her in the busy street.

He seemed to brighten almost immediately, his chest puffing up and cheeks turning a little pink. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Absolutely.” Sophie glanced around, bringing the mic on her earbuds a little closer to her mouth as she spoke. “I cannot describe what I want to do to you right now, because I think I might get cited for public indecency, but holy hell. You look great, baby.”

He beamed, but shook his head. “You’re just saying that because we haven’t seen each other in more than two months and you’re horny.”

“I’m not! I’m not, I swear.” She laughed. “Look, I gotta go or I’ll be late to work, but we can talk later, okay? You look hot, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

That conversation alone had boosted his ego to the moon. He’d gotten off work early - thank you, summer Fridays - and immediately convinced James and Colin into day drinking. They had just moved into their senior house a week ago and Rafe felt miles better not being under the pressure of living with Colin’s parents, as hospitable as they were.

Once the three of them were sufficiently drunk by five, they ordered multiple pizzas and indulged enough so they were somewhat sober again. Rafe had the brilliant idea of leaving Sophie voicemails every time they made the move to a new spot, keeping her updated. “Sophie! Sophie, baby, hello. We’re walkin’ to the Varsity Club now, then we’re gon’ get drunk again.”

“I think you’re still drunk.” Colin pointed out, reaching for Rafe’s phone. “Hi Sophie!”

“James, say hi.” Rafe ordered, holding the speaker toward him. James nodded and waved and Rafe was satisfied, despite the fact it was just a voicemail. “He says hello. Anyways, just giving you the update. I don’t think my typing fingers are all here ready to go, so m’ just gonna call you. Love you!”

That continued through the night as the boys got more drunk and got more indecipherable, with some yelling into the phone (“Sophie! James is hitting on a girl!”) and some accidental calls where the only audio was the muffled music in the background. Once they finally stumbled out of the bars at closing time, all on their way to a miserable hangover when they woke up later that day, Rafe dug out his phone again to call Sophie.

She typically kept her phone’s ringer on, just in case he needed her, but when she was woken up for the fifth time in the middle of the night, she had to silence it. However, she’d also seen how at least one of the boys got hurt every time all three of them got drunk, so she could hardly sleep well anyways. She groaned when her phone lit up again with yet another voicemail from Rafe, this time of him singing Just The Two of Us horribly off-key.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, that’s like your tenth voicemail.” James shook his head, amused, trying to grab the phone away from him. He made a noise of protest, standing on his toes and holding the phone out of James’ reach. “No! Gotta keep Sophie updated, I promised I’d check in.”

“Good thing she loves you, because even this would be too much for me.” Colin jested, throwing his arm around Rafe’s shoulders to keep him supported as they walked out the bar. “No, she’s in love with me. There’s a difference.” He corrected with a scowl.

“Doesn’t matter.” Colin argued.

“Does too matter. In love is like...” Rafe trailed off, thinking, then grinned. “It’s like when it’s finally spring again and you get to sit in that first warm patch of sun.”

James rolled his eyes. “Okay, dummy. You’re a fuckin’ sap.”

“M’ not. Not at all.” Rafe argued, fumbling with his phone. Colin plucked it out of his hand, raising his eyebrows. “What the fuck are you trying to do, dude?”

“Gotta check in.” Rafe insisted, grabbing it back and finally finding the FaceTime app and jabbing it with his thumb. Sophie picked up after a few rings, squinting with messy hair and reached to flick on a lamp. “What.”

“Baby!” He exclaimed, grinning. “Angel, look, I’m with my friends, you know them.” He turned the phone to show Colin and James and they waved, Colin rolling his eyes.

“Okay. Do you know what time it is here?” She yawned, pulling the blankets tighter around herself.

“No, how many times is it?”

She raised her eyebrows at his slurred speech and the unfocused look in his eyes. “Holy hell, you’re wasted, aren’t you?”

“No no no.” Rafe shook his head quickly. “No drinkings tonight. Nothing.”

“Not good to lie to your girlfriend, Rafe.” James teased and Sophie scowled. “He’s right. No lying.”

“Okay, fine. I had...um...two drinks. That’s all.”

“No you didn’t.”

“No I didn’t.” He agreed, nodding. “It was seven. Eight. Nine.”

“Alright. Are you safe? M’ kind of tired, baby.”

Both the boys grinned to each other, making a mental note to give him shit for the pet name later. Rafe ignored them, not looking away from the screen once. “My liver might not be safe.”

She snorted, nodding. “Okay. Can I go back to sleep?”

“No. If you’re already up then we can talk.” He insisted and she groaned, dropping her face into her pillow. “Rafe, no. I’m hanging up, I went to bed at three.”

“You’re not hanging up on me. You need to get more sleep though, your schedule’s out of whack. Hey, remember when we used to fight?”

She lifted her head slowly, annoyed. “Yes.”

“Are we fighting right now?”

“Will you let me hang up?”

“No.”

“Then yes. We’re fighting.” She rolled her eyes as his face dropped and he put on a big frown. “No! I don’t like fighting Sophie and Rafe. You know what, though?”

“What?”

“We missed out on a hate fuck.”

“Rafe!” She hissed immediately, turning bright red. “James and Colin are right there.”

“S’okay, they know I liked you for evers.”

“They don’t need to know about our sex life -”

“We know way too much about your sex life.” James interrupted, swatting Rafe upside the head just because he could. “So it’s kind of useless to be embarrassed about it now.”

“Oh my god.” She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. “Rafe, keep your mouth shut.”

He was completely unbothered and sent her a dopey grin. “Okay. Hey, when we get married, are you gonna let me buy the ring?”

Suddenly she was wide awake and she rubbed her eyes, unsure if she heard him correctly. “Hold up, you said when?”

“Yes, when. I don’t want to have to stick to your budget, you deserve the biggest damn diamond ever.”

Colin and James exchanged a glance as they walked up ahead of Rafe, a little wary of the conversation he was setting himself up for but too drunk themselves to care.

“Um. Who said we’re getting married?”

He frowned, sighing heavily like the topic was exhausting. “We are. You know it, I know it.”

Sophie hummed in response, unsure of how to answer that. “Okay then. That’s, um. Nice of you to say.”

“You have to promise me one thing.”

She took a deep breath. “Rafe, I’m not sure I want to be promising anything to you right now -”

“I want you to wear a garter so I can take it off with my teeth on our wedding night.” He insisted, looking way too serious as he told her. “We’re going to get married, or you wouldn’t have moved your ring.”

She blushed and hoped he couldn’t tell from the dim glow of the lamp, ignoring his request. “I moved it because it fits better on my ring finger.”

“I’m sure you did.” He nodded, placated, and she was grateful he didn’t press it further. “I wish you were here, it’s more fun getting drunk with you.”

“Hey!” James spun on his heel and Colin had to grab at him to keep him upright. “We’re plenty fun!”

“Are you gonna make out with me then cuddle? I don’t think so.” Rafe shot back, grinning when Sophie laughed.

“Rafe got hit on tonight.” Colin informed her, breaking into a round of giggles with James as Rafe sent them a glare.

“You got hit on? Was she pretty?” Sophie raised her eyebrows, trying to hide a small smile.

“Um…” Rafe trailed off, trying to form a complete thought. “She was nice.”

“Yeah? Just nice?”

He nodded decidedly. “Just nice.”

“Practically flashed you.” James argued. “That’s more than just nice.”

The girl had leaned over the bar to say hi to Rafe, giving him a view down her shirt - he had immediately blushed red and shoved Colin forward, telling her Colin was single but Rafe was most definitely not.

“Bold.” Sophie commented, yawning. “Good for her.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes a little. “You’re not mad?”

“Did you flirt back?”

“No! Of course not!” He exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously.

She shrugged. “That’s what I thought. I’m not mad, I have no reason to be. Can I go back to sleep now, please?”

“Pay attention, Rafe.” Colin called out, glancing behind him to see Rafe nearly walking into a streetlight pole as he kept his eyes trained on the screen.

“No. You get to hang out with me.” He decided and she grumbled, but rolled onto her side and set the phone up hands-free so she could at least watch him get home safely.

“Hey, Sophie!” James butted his head against Rafe’s to get in view of the screen, making him yelp.

“Hi James.”

“Remember you gotta come home soon. If you don’t, Rafe’s gonna be sad and I can’t have my buddy being sad.” He told her seriously, slinging his arm around Rafe’s shoulders.

She laughed, nodding. “I’ll come home, don’t worry.” She grinned. “I would miss you and Colin too much.”

“Hey!” Rafe exclaimed, indignant. “What about me?”

“What about you?”

He was about to open his mouth and make his case when he tripped on the uneven sidewalk and his phone clattered to the ground. James cracked up, picking up the phone and flipping the camera to show Rafe in someone’s front yard, lying next to a crumpled metal sign. “Get up, dumbass.”

“Wait, no, hold on, is he bleeding?” Sophie frowned, suddenly more attentive.

“Noooo. M’ fine.” Rafe insisted, clapping his hand over a slice down his arm.

“Show me your arm, Rafe.” She commanded and he scowled but obliged, showing her a small but deep cut on his forearm and the blood trailing out of it. She nearly retched but squeezed her eyes shut instead for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Where’s Colin? Is he sober?”

“Here!” Colin had gotten a solid block ahead of them, wandering, then jogged back once he realized his friends had stopped. “Damn, dude.” He mumbled, just standing there and watching Rafe bleed.

“Jesus Christ.” Sophie muttered. “Okay. Can one of you get an Uber to the hospital? Please?”

James handed the phone to Colin and took off his shirt, tapping it ultra-gently against Rafe’s cut, effectively doing nothing. “Mine’s dead.”

“I didn’t bring my phone.” Colin added, then squinted as he finally got a good look at her. “You look tired, you should sleep more.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to lose her composure. “Where are you guys?”

“Dunno.” Colin turned in a circle, nearly tripping over his feet. “Oh! We’re by the stadium.”

“Alright. I’m going to hang up and call my friends to come get you, do you promise to stay there?”

“Sophie?” Rafe asked, his voice a little weak.

“Yeah, Rafe?”

“If I bleed out and die, I need you to know that I love you and I miss having sex with you.”

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “That’s sweet. You’ll be fine. Stay there, okay? I need a promise from all of you.”

The boys all mumbled a chorus of “I promise,” and she hung up, satisfied, then immediately called Allie and Julia to go pick them up. Luckily they were both sober and corralled the boys into Allie’s car, taking the phone from Rafe to keep Sophie updated. Once they made the short drive to the emergency room, Julia opened the door to help Rafe out, making Allie’s car light turn on. He groaned and threw his uninjured arm over his eyes, squinting. “I can’t go to the light. I gotta make it for my girl.”

“That’s not - that’s the car light, Cameron.” Julia told him, tugging to get him out. He stayed limp like a ragdoll, shaking his head. “Tell Sophie I love her.”

“You’re not dying. Get out of the car.” Sophie commanded from the FaceTime call. Rafe snapped his head up toward the sound. “I hear her.”

“What on earth did you drink?” Allie asked incredulously, taking the phone from Julia. “Look, can we just text you when we’re out? Airhead here is gonna be too distracted.”

Sophie laughed, running her hand over her face. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you for putting up with him.”

Julia grumbled, finally tugging Rafe out of the car with James’ assistance. “He owes us a bottle of some good wine after this.”

Two hours later, Rafe was fresh out of the hospital with a tetanus shot and three stitches, and a promise to detail Allie’s car in order to get the blood off of her leather seats (which she had just easily cleaned with a Clorox wipe). He was still a little drunk, but not nearly at the same level when the girls texted her a picture of him with a dopey grin and two fingers up on one hand, then one finger on the other.

Allie: your boyfriend is a nightmare drunk

Sophie: unfortunately

what are the fingers supposed to mean

Julia: he said it stands for two and a half weeks until he sees you

Sophie: aw. you two are the best, seriously

Allie: a boyfriend of yours is a boyfriend of ours

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muchadoaboutbucky · 3 years

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all the time in the world | oneshot

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Native American!Reader WORD COUNT: 3,954 WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, minor injury NOTE: Imagine if Bucky hadn’t been injured in Civil War and went on the run with everyone else. The reader’s face claim is Crystle Lightning. I also used Sebastian’s “Destroyer” look for inspiration as well. Enjoy!

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It’s been six months since Siberia. Six long, rough months of dodging the government and living off the grid. No phones, no computers, no connection to the outside world other than the daily newspapers you manage to pick up.

Living in close quarters isn’t the easiest. The jet doesn’t have the best sleeping quarters, just five open bunks on the lower level. The other two have become storage, a cluttered mess of papers and empty weapons boxes and ammunition that has yet to be organized.

It doesn’t help that you and Bucky have become a little more than friends.

He’s become different since you went on the run. He’s quiet, broody, and absolutely merciless when it comes to getting a mission done. To say the sight of the former assassin taking down the bad guys with nothing but a couple weapons and his bare metal hand doesn’t get you all kinds of riled up.

The five of you have just finished up a weekend in Portugal. A weapons bust had gone almost perfectly to plan, with the small exception of you getting a bullet graze on your thigh from one of the barely-alive arms dealers on your way out the door. You’d hit the ground hard, and before you could say anything or make a move to recover, Bucky scooped you off the ground and took the fire escape all the way up to the roof and into the jet without a second glance back.

Fortunately the medical bay’s been fully restocked, and Nat quickly gets you on the examining table while Sam takes off, the jet’s cloaking technology vanishing instantly into the dark three-am sky.

“Suit off,” Nat directs, reaching into one of the storage cupboards for a prepped cleaning kit. You strip out of your suit, wincing as the fabric grazes your wound. Natasha bends to examine the wound, gently pressing along the edges with a gloved finger.

“No stitches, please,” you mutter.

“Nope, you won’t need those.” Nat grabs an antiseptic wipe. “Just some bandages and you’ll need to take it easy for a couple days.”

You grumble. “Gross.”

“Could be worse.” Nat dabs the antiseptic wipe along the thin red line of your injury, and you wince, trying not to jerk away. “So… you and Barnes, huh?”

You frown, glancing down at the shimmer of her red hair. “What?”

She chuckles. “He carried you outta there like his ass was on fire. You two’ve been dancing around each other for a couple months.”

Your cheeks flush hot. “We just… it’s complicated.”

“How complicated can it be?” She smiles. “Two people like each other, they go out on a couple dates, maybe they fall in love.”

“It’s not like we have a lot in common,” you explain. “It’s just fooling around, right now, at least.”

If ‘fooling around’ counts as the time he pinned you up against the side of the jet and kissed the shit out of you with his thigh between your legs… or the time he’d waited for everyone else to be occupied with organizing the weapons closet before tugging your panties aside and sliding two fingers deep inside—

“You don’t have to bond over all the bad stuff.” She tosses the wipe into the trash and peels the wrapping off a patch of gauze. “Maybe you have small similarities. Maybe you both like chocolate, maybe you used to go to the same park as kids. It’s the little things.”

As slick and smart as she is, Natasha has no idea about the dirty things you and Bucky have done in the dark.

“I’m just not sure it would work.” You peer down when she lays a pair of large Band-Aids over the patch of gauze. “He’s a little more rough around the edges than I am, he’s still adjusting to this whole modern-life thing, I’m not sure saying ‘hey, you wanna be my boyfriend’ in the middle of it would be smart.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Oh please, he knows what he wants, he’s just afraid to ask for it. Men are like that.”

The privacy curtain slides back, and you and Natasha look up so fast you both nearly get whiplash. Bucky’s standing there, eyes wide as he takes in the full sight of you sitting on the table, clothed only in a plain black bra and panties.

“Oh.” He swallows, and his cheeks flush bright red. “Never mind, I was just—”

Natasha grins. “Barnes, if you have something to say—”

The curtain swishes shut, and the heavy tread of his boots fades away. You giggle, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He’s never seen you this degree of undressed before, much less seen a naked woman in the last several decades.

“Teach him how to knock,” Natasha jokes, sweeping the used kit into the trash and tugging her gloves off. “I’ll grab you some clothes, we don’t need all the men stroking out from seeing a pair of boobs.”

***

You emerge from the medical room dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Steve and Sam are settled comfortably in the pilots’ seats, and Natasha herself has changed into flannel pants and a one of the tee shirts she’s stolen from Sam.

Bucky’s nowhere to be found.

“We’ll find somewhere to land in a couple hours,” Steve says, glancing back at you. “How’s your leg, kid?”

“Hurts, but I’ve had worse.” You offer a smile before turning to Nat. “Where’s Bucky?” you ask her silently.

“Downstairs,” she replies, the corner of her mouth turning up into a little smirk. “Alone.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning as you head to the descending ladder for the lower level. Bucky’s sitting on the floor, earphones on, eyes closed. He somehow hears you approach, because he opens his eyes and reaches up to pull the scuffed headphones off and pause the old cassette player clutched in his left hand.

You’re so used to him being big and strong and dominant. Now he just seems… weary. A side you don’t see very often.

“Hi.” You slide down to sit next to him. “It’s late, Nat and I are going to bed, you should wash up and get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” he replies softly.

“Are you worried about walkin’ in on me half naked?” you ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. Since almost shaving it off, it’s grown back, and he almost looks like he used to back in his time.

His cheeks flush. “You were a little more than half naked.”

“It’s not a problem, I didn’t mind.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “You look exhausted, you should really get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.” Bucky sets the cassette player and headphones on the floor next to him. “Been trying to get some alone time with you for a long time, and tonight when you went down… I just got a lot of ‘what if’s’ goin’ on in my head.”

You hum. “I’m fine. My leg hurts and Nat’s gonna kill me if I don’t take it easy, but—”

“I wanna take you somewhere.” He turns to face you. “I hate dancin’ around like this, and I get that it’s risky for us to be… involved, or whatever we’re trying to be, but…” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip, “I think we deserve one night where we aren’t gonna be sleeping in these stupid bunks. Just you and me.”

You wrap your fingers through his warm metal ones. “We do have that tent in the storage cupboard… we could make a camping night of it?”

He sighs. “I want a real bed. In a real… house, or hotel, or whatever, but I wanna be alone with you. We deserve that, we’ve been playing back and forth for the last six months and I’m tired of it.”

Smiling, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “What else do you want?”

He lets out a soft breath before tipping his head back against the wall. “I wanna make love to you, and I can’t do that in a stupid little bunk where three other people can see us.”

You stifle a flustered giggle in his chest. “We can still fool around, Bucky.”

He grunts, dissatisfied. “Can’t you pretend your leg is worse than it is and they can drop us off somewhere?”

“I don’t know, they’ve seen me walking just fine.”

“You could be in shock and not know how bad it is.”

“Bucky.” You slide onto his lap and cup his face. “I’ve been in shock before, several times, and I’m not in shock.”

He smiles lazily, skimming his hands up your sides. “Really? You look a little cold.”

“Because we’re at fifteen-thousand feet,” you kiss him softly, wincing when your bandage pulls, “and Sam’s slacking on fixing the temperature regulator.”

“Maybe I should take you somewhere with a fireplace.” He peers at you through the dim light. “I could do a lot with that.”

“Oh yeah?” You run a finger over his cheek. “Like what?”

He grins wolfishly. “Put some blankets out in front of the fire… get you all warm and toasty before I make love to you.”

You bite your lip, shifting on his lap. “Bucky…”

“Hmm?”

“Hearing you talk about making love to me isn’t making the fact that I really want that right now any better.”

He chuckles. “I can be quick, you know that.”

“I’m not having our first time on the jet floor.” You stand up, pulling on his metal arm. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

He stands obediently, eyes raking up your bare thighs and the bandage on as he rises. “You know, you look really hot with a bandage on your thigh.”

“Oh, so you’re glad I got shot?”

“I didn’t say that.” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I mean I like seein’ you with things on your thighs. Holsters… those thigh-high socks you wore a month ago, that made me…” he shivers and digs his fingers into your hips.

“Freak,” you giggle. “Bucky, if you don’ let me go...”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Mmm.” You slip a teasing finger into his belt.

He grins, slowly backing you up until your shoulders press against the steel wall. In a playful attempt to duck away, you try to slip just to his left, and warm metal wraps around your arm, pinning you firmly in place.

“Hold on,” he mutters, “you think you can just do that and walk away?”

You let out a long, soft moan when he presses his lips to yours, stepping up so close you can feel the firm heat of his body. Your fingers twist in his shirt, and he slots a knee between your thighs, careful to avoid your injured one as flesh fingers twist into your hair. He hums when you give an instinctual push of your hips against the rough fabric of his pants, and you

“Better rest up, then, honey.”

You giggle when he lands a firm swat on your ass and scamper up the ladder, heaving yourself onto the upper level with Bucky close behind you. The grin on Bucky’s face earns you a quizzical look from Sam, but you roll your eyes and head down to your bunk, making sure that nobody can see before stretching up on your toes and giving Bucky a goodnight kiss.

***

The jolt of the jet landing just over four hours later wakes you. You sit up, almost banging your head on the top of your bunk, and curse Sam for winning Rock Paper Scissors for the top one. You emerge blearily, shoving your privacy curtain aside with a grimace as a ray of sunlight smacks you in the face.

“Ow,” you mutter as Sam drops down from the bunk above you, “what time is it?”

“It’s late morning,” Steve replies, emerging from the cockpit. “We’re in Austria. Found us a place to lay low for a couple days. We’re gonna have to do a little bit of hiking and wear disguises when we check in, but the jet’s on stealth mode. Town’s about a twenty-minute walk away.”

Town. Thank God.

The four of you stumble around, stuffing things into your bags and checking your nanomasks before stepping off the jet. It’s a brisk morning, and you tug a jacket over your shoulders as you take in your surroundings.

Steve’s touched down in a large field of flowers. The jet’s invisible to your eye when the hatch closes, and you set off to the East, keeping your heads low as you head into a more-populated area and onto busy streets. There’s a market across from the closest hotel, and you make a note to sneak out and get some of the pretty fruits and breads on display.

When you get up to the counter, Steve shoves a wad of cash from his duffel bag at the attendant and asks for two rooms, which you get with a three-night guarantee.

“Okay,” Sam murmurs once you’re in the elevator heading up to your floor, “who shares with who? I’m not havin’ Barnes hogging all the covers again.”

“Mmm, you won’t.” Natasha slips you a sly look. “Barnes and Y/N together, I’ll share with Steve, so you, Sam, can have all the covers you want.”

You cast a quick glance at Bucky and find his cheeks stained bright pink. “That’s fine,” you cover when he fails to respond, “we’re gonna get some rest anyway.”

Nat smirks when the elevator doors slide open, and you roll your eyes before accepting the key card Steve offers you. “Sure, sure,” she replies, “make sure it’s a good rest.”

You give her a playful glare as she follows Steve and Sam into their room and closes the door, leaving you and Bucky to slip into your room across the hall with burning faces.

It’s definitely not the biggest—or best—room that you’ve ever stayed in, but it’ll do the trick. The bed is king-sized, with several lumpy-looking pillows stacked on a thin white comforter. You set your bag down on the floor and toe off your boots, stretching your arms over your head while Bucky goes to inspect the bathroom.

“It’s not bad,” he calls out, “just a shower stall, no tub.”

“That’s good enough for me.” You tug a fresh set of clothes out of your duffel and snag your almost-empty toiletries from the front pocket. “You wanna go first, or…”

“Nah, you.” He runs a hand up your back and leans in to press his lips against yours. “I’m gonna try and get some shut-eye. I never sleep well on the jet.”

You hum against his mouth, grateful for the sudden solitude. “I’ll be out in fifteen. Knock if you need anything, ‘kay?”

He smiles and slumps down on the bed, watching you slip into the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar.

The water pressure isn’t too bad. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to properly clean up, and your hair gets washed thoroughly, pits get shaved, well… everything that isn’t permanently done gets shaved, and you emerge from the steam-filled shower dressed in panties and a tee shirt, towel held to the now-exposed wound on your thigh. Bucky’s stretched out on the bed, a pillow tucked under his head, eyes closed. The medical kit’s in his bag, and you tug it free and watch one crystal-blue eye open as you perch on the edge of the bed.

“How’s that?” His eyes rake over the bare skin of your thigh as you pull it away to inspect the slowly-scabbing graze.

“Healing.” You gently poke at the angry bruise along the side and wince. “I still need to bandage it.”

Bucky sighs, watching you tug out a roll of gauze and tape. “Want some help with that?”

You smile gladly in return. “Please?”

“You got it.” He slides off the bed and reaches for the paper-wrapped supplies. Nimble fingers tear open the packets, and you lean back as he kneels on the carpet, flesh hand gently splayed out against your knee as he gently lowers a folded strip of cause to cover the exposed flesh. Medical tape snaps off between his teeth, and you watch him lay four strips, one on each side until he’s satisfied that your injury is sufficiently protected.

“Thanks.” You reach over and rub the top of his head. “So walking in on me in just my bra and panties didn’t… that didn’t bother you?”

He chuckles. “No, it didn’t bother me. Just surprised me.”

You giggle. “Really? ‘Cause you looked like a total virgin.”

“Shush.” He kisses your knee and gazes up at you, eyes wide and almost deceivingly innocent. “Not a virgin, honey, just… you look hot in that suit, and seeing you out of it was… a shock. Good shock.”

***

The rest of the day passes slowly, with you and Bucky dozing in and out of naps until Sam knocks on the door, asking if Bucky wants to go to the market outside. You watch him leave, donning his nanomask and swiping a couple bills from the plastic bag he keeps in his duffel before slipping out the door.

He’s back in an hour, carrying a large paper bag full of what looks like bread and fruit and all kinds of goodies. You eat slowly, sneaking kisses between bites of fresh, juicy watermelon for a mock-dessert.

Around six, Natasha comes by, inviting you to the other room for a much better dinner of pizza and drinks… which, as it turns out, hasn’t even been delivered yet. You and Bucky spend the first ten minutes enduring innuendo from Natasha, which Steve is quick to defend, although he snorts at one comment about peaches that makes Bucky choke on his bottle of ale.

The pizza finally arrives, three boxes to cater to two supersoldier appetites, and you’re able to unwind, laughing and joking and teasing each other until it’s late and Sam starts to yawn incessantly. You and Bucky make an excuse for being tired as well, and Natasha watches you leave with a glimmer in her eye as the door swings shut.

The moment you and Bucky are safely tucked in the seclusion of your room, he pulls you into his arms and plants a warm, sweet kiss on your lips.

“Baby,” he breathes, “we only got three nights here and I… I wanna take you, tonight…”

You giggle. “Bucky, we’re not in your time anymore. You can tell me what you want.”

He swallows, metal fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. “I wanna make love with you.”

You roll your eyes and wind your arms around his neck. “Is that all?”

He grumbles. “Baby, you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”

“Sorry.” You stretch up on your toes and kiss him again, hips rubbing deliciously against his. “Only thing I need to be hard is this… and looks like you’re way ‘head of me.”

Bucky groans, breaking away to tug your shirt over your head. “If you keep doing that, you’re not gonna feel it for a while.”

You bite your lip, watching him strip his own shirt and toss it to the ground. Before you can do anything else, he lifts you up, careful to avoid your injured thigh, and lays you out on the bed, reaching for your pajama shorts and tugging them down to leave you in just a plain pair of panties.

Now he’s nervous, you can see it in his eyes. He’s had you open before, got his fingers wet inside your pussy, and kissed the shit out of you until you could barely breathe, but he’s never had you completely naked and exposed.

“Hey.” You reach for his hand, guiding it to the little blue bow between your hips. “It’s okay, baby.”

He chuckles, easing his fingers beneath the elastic and watching with held breath as he teases them down, letting them fall off the edge of the bed with a soft pat. His palms smooth down the insides of your thighs, spreading you open, and when he trails the pad of his thumb over your clit and you press your hips up to get closer, he lets out a strangled groan and curls over you, completely helpless.

Your hands push at his sweats, and you giggle when he clumsily kicks them down over his feet, leaving himself completely bare for you as well. When your fingers drift to wrap around his thick, heavy shaft, he stops, gritting his teeth against the side of your neck.

“Baby…” he clears his throat, raising his head to look at you. “We’re not movin’ too fast, right?”

“Don’t get soft on me,” you reply, “we’re good, Bucky, I’m happy, I wanna feel you…”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Good, it’s just… it’s been a long time and—”

“Shhh.” You rub your hands over his hips. “I don’t care, I just want you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken, and he reaches down to grab himself, experimentally running the swollen tip of his cock through yout pussy until he finds your opening, and you grab on tight, a cry of pleasure dying in your throat as he pumps his hips forward and sinks in.

“Ahh, fuck—” he grunts quietly against your lips when your nails dig into his ass, “baby…”

You can’t even find the words to reply. He’s so deep, thick and hot and pulsing inside where your body grips him tight. All you can do is give a little tug, trying to urge him on, and he gives you what you want without question.

All sense of awkwardness or anxiety melts away as he props himself up on both arms, watching your body roll and move under his as he searches a rhythm, inexperience getting the better of him when his hips stutter and slide. He finds it, a steady, rough beat back and forth that makes your clit rub against the skin above his cock and high-pitched sighs and whimpers to rattle in your throat.

“C’mere,” he pants, hooking his flesh arm under your shoulders to keep you close, and you brace yourself as his thrusts grow hard enough for your bodies to slap together. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to feel this good that when his lips find one nipple and latch on, your body decides to follow its own path.

All it takes for you to cum is a few quick rolls of your clit under your fingers, and Bucky lets out a choked gasp when he feels the rapid contractions, burying his face in the crook of your neck and matching your moans with his own, panting harder and louder as he stutters, pushes in as far and hard as he can, and cums with a growl that resonates deep in your soul as you wrap your legs tight around his waist.

You come back to reality slowly, sweaty bodies sticking as he drops down over you, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

“That was fast,” he murmurs, “sorry, baby, I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers through his hair. “It’s been a long time for me too, it was… that was good.”

“Good.” He chuckles and pulls away, watching the first dribble of white slide from your core. “We got three more days to make it longer, huh?”

“Yeah.” You reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his. “Right now, we have all the time in the world.”

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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You Belong With Me–Peter Kavinsky

Dedicated to @winchester9791

I walked into my room after a long day of school and working at the diner down the street. I tossed my backpack towards my desk and plopped down onto my bed. Almost subconsciously, I looked over at my window. I smiled when I saw Peter in his room.

That smile immediately fell when I saw him on the phone, looking like he was in the middle of an argument.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

My heart sank when I immediately knew what this was about and who he was talking to. I tried to distract myself by starting my English paper that was due at the end of next week. It was pretty much useless.

I turned up my music when I could faintly hear Peter's frustrated voice coming from his open window. Peter has been a close friend of mine ever since I could remember. The Kavinsky's have been our neighbors just as long.

I'm in my room It's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do'

Since middle school, Peter has had a back-and-forth type of relationship with Gen. They've been together since seventh grade but they are constantly fighting. And whenever they are fighting, Gen goes around and flirts with any and every boy who crosses her path.

It kills Peter, which is why she does it.

Peter deserves a girl who would never do this to him. He deserves someone who would stand by him no matter what. Not some cheerleader who is too worried about her looks that she doesn't care about being a good girlfriend.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain And I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Every time she plays with him, he comes to me and constantly talks about her. He usually spends all night after dinner, talking to me one the phone about how terrible she is, how much she is hurting him, and how defeated he feels.

And yet, he has no idea how I truly feel about him.

If you can see I'm the one who understands you Been here all along so why can't you see You belong with me

* * * * *

The next day, I decided to go to the park to finish my reading for school. As I was walking out of our house, I looked over to see Peter slamming his front door. I gripped the strap of my purse tighter as I put my headphones in, looked down at my feet and continued walking down the street.

"Y/N?"

I had a silent debate as to if I should turn around or not. Before I could decide either way, I could hear the faint sound of footsteps. I was just about to pass his house when I felt Peter grab my arm.

I jumped and turned around when I felt him grab my forearm. "Peter," I stuttered as I took out my headphones. "You okay?"

"Where you off to?" He asked instead of answering my question.

"Oh, I was just heading to my favorite park bench. I have to finish reading the novel for English and my brother is practicing for his orchestra concert next week."

"Must be pretty loud at your house," he laughed. I watched as he played with the hair on the back of his head. He glanced over his shoulder at his house, sighing.

"You wanna come?" I hesitated to ask. "I mean. . . You don't have to. . . I just thought. . ."

"Sounds like fun," he smiled at me. I sighed as we started walking down the sidewalk, towards the park. Every once in awhile, I could feel his hand brush against mine. My cheeks burned the more times his hand touched mine.

Without another word, we found my favorite park bench. We sat down and I pulled my book out. I started reading, well aware that Peter kept glancing at me.

Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey isn't this easy

I half expected him to get bored and leave, but he didn't. He sat right next to me, not saying a word. Every once in a while, I noticed he pulled his phone out. After about the tenth time of him pulling his phone out and sighing disappointed, I finally decided to say something.

"Waiting for a text or call or something?"

"Yeah," he laughed awkwardly, quickly putting his phone back. "Something like that."

"From Gen?"

I looked up at him to see him not hiding the surprise on his face. "How did you. . ." He stuttered.

"I saw you the other day," I said, my cheeks burning. "You were in your room, on the phone. I looked over and. . . I could tell you were upset."

"Really?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "You knew I was upset just by looking at me?"

"Of course," I shrugged shyly. "Whenever you're upset, you repeatedly run your hands through your hair, keeping them on the back of your neck for a little before finally dropping them."

"Wow," he said under his breath as he looked away. I sucked in a breath when I saw a slow smile spread across his face. "I can't believe you noticed that, Y/N."

"We've lived across the street from each other for years, Peter," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "I like to think I know you pretty well."

I looked up to see him smiling softly at me. "I guess you do," he chuckled.

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down You say you're fine I know you better than that Hey what you doing with a girl like that

"Can I say something that might make you completely furious with me?" I rushed out before I could stop myself.

"Sure," he chuckled.

I took a deep breath, getting ready to say something that I would most likely regret.

"I don't think Gen deserves you."

The look in his eyes slightly changed as his smile fell. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I've watched you guys for years and she just. . . She takes advantage of you, Peter. She walks all over you and treats you like shit. You deserve someone better."

Before he could respond to me trash-talking his girlfriend, I quickly stood up and walked home.

She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time if you can see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along so why can't you see You belong with me

* * * * *

Ever since I left a shocked Peter on the park bench, he's been trying to call me and get my attention all night. After dinner, I made the accidental mistake of looking out my window towards Peter's room.

His eyes widened when we made eye contact. I bit my lip when Peter rushed over to his desk next to his window. He sat down and pulled out the small whiteboards we got in elementary school to talk to each other. We haven't used them since before Gen came into Peter's life.

Can we talk?

I hesitated before pulling my whiteboard out of my bottom desk drawer. I suddenly felt nervous as I wrote on my board and showed it to him.

Sure.

I wiped off my writing as I waited for Peter to respond. I took extra time to wipe my whiteboard clean, avoiding his response.

About what you said on the park bench.

I bit my lip before slowly looking up at his pleading eyes. Instead of writing my answer, I nodded. I could see him let out a sigh of relief as he stood up. He pointed downstairs, telling me to meet him outside between our houses.

I slipped on my shoes before heading downstairs. I walked outside, instantly wrapping my arms around myself when I felt the cold air hit me.

Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're about to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams I think I know where you belong I think I know it's with me

I looked over to see Peter already waiting by the hedge that separates our yards. I jogged down the steps and headed towards him. Peter instantly noticed my arms wrapped around myself. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders when I got to him.

I smiled as I wrapped his jacket tighter around me. I chewed my bottom look and looked away when I felt his eyes closely watching me. I finally looked at him when he cleared his throat.

"So, about what you said at the park," he laughed awkwardly. "How long have you felt like Gen and I shouldn't be together?"

"Since the first time she made out with another guy to make you say sorry for something you didn't do," I sighed, looking away from him.

"How did you know about that?" He stuttered.

"I was at the party," I sighed. "She told the guy she kissed that she only wanted to make out with him because she needed her dumbass boyfriend to see it so he won't blame her for what she did. I know. . . I know I should've told you."

"Then why didn't you?" He asked. I quickly looked up at him, shocked when I noticed him sounding slightly disappointed.

"Because," I hesitated, "I didn't think you'd believe me."

"Why wouldn't I believe you?" He asked, almost instantly.

"Because it was Gen," I said softly, kind of surprised he heard me. "And, no offense, but you kind of turn blind to anything and everyone else when you're with her."

"Really?" He chuckled awkwardly. He cleared his throat when he saw that I wasn't laughing with him. "You're right," he sighed. "I'm kind of a dick when I'm with her, aren't I?"

"I wouldn't say that," I chuckled, trying to lighten the tension.

"Can I ask you something else, Y/N?"

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "How do you know what kind of person I deserve?"

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along so why can't you see You belong with me

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to gather the courage to tell him exactly why I knew what kind of person Peter Kavinsky deserved.

"Y/N?"

I chewed my bottom lip as he looked at me, a glimpse of desperation in his eyes. It almost looked like he knew what I was going to say and was just waiting for me to say it.

"Y/N," he sighed, walking around our hedges so he was standing right in front of me. I sucked in a breath when he reached down and grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers together.

"Please," Peter whispered. "How do you know I don't deserve Gen?"

"Because," I stuttered. He sent me a small smile, looking deeply into my eyes. The way he didn't break eye contact, not even for a second, weirdly gave me the courage to finally tell him the truth.

"Because you deserve a girl like me."

Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time How could you not know Baby, you belong with me

"A girl like you?" He asked, pulling me closer. "Or you?"

I looked up, our noses slightly rubbing against each other. I gasped when Peter leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and gentle. It wasn't the kind of kiss where the people's lips start moving in sync. It was just a kiss.

But it was perfect.

"Me," I whispered when I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his. "You deserve me, Peter."

He leaned back and smiled as he reached up and cupped my face in his hands. I held my breath as he slightly rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs. Peter let out a small chuckle as he smirked down at me.

"How could I not see that?"

Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me

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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 years

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Dull Dissociations

A JSE Fanfic

Switch AU

An idea assaulted me while I was peacefully working on something else. So I did that instead. I figured, hey, most of the main characters actually haven’t met this universe’s villain yet, let’s do that. And I had two scenes stuck in my mind, but they were kind of short on their own, so I put them together and voila! You got this thing. I like how this AU is coming along, hope you guys enjoy!

More of this AU found here

JJ closed the front door behind him, immediately leaning against it and closing his eyes. Home again, home again. He’d been out most of the day, and he hated it. Sure, days like these were necessary, arranging shows and venues and meeting with various stage managers and agents, but they drained his energy quickly. Not to mention matters had been complicated when he originally left without a jacket since it was unusually warm when he left, and then a cold front had moved in and made everything worse by the time he’d driven home in the evening. And now, he really just wanted to take a nap.

“Marvin? I’m home.” What had been intended to be a call turned into a semi-loud awkward squeak. JJ cleared his throat and tried again. “Marvin? I’m home!”

No answer. That was...odd. The walls of the town house were not thick; even if Marvin was on the second floor, he should’ve at least been able to hear his voice, if not his words. JJ frowned. “Hey Marvin? Are you—well, I don’t know what you’d be doing that would be loud enough to not hear me. Unless you’ve finally stolen my headphones.”

He poked his head into the living room, which was where Marvin was usually sitting, in his claimed chair next to the fireplace. But it was empty. So were the kitchen and the dining room. He couldn’t have gone to bed already, could he? JJ decided it would be best to check. He climbed up the narrow stairs to the second floor, which was where the two bedrooms and the study were located.

The door to Marvin’s room was slightly ajar. JJ knocked on it anyway. “Marv? You’re in there, right?” There wasn’t even a “go away” in response. Now fully concerned, JJ pushed open the door wide enough to look inside. The room was dark, but from what he could see, there wasn’t any lump on the bed that would indicate Marvin might be asleep. So, JJ eased the door open further and flipped on the light switch by the door.

Marvin’s room was empty. And it looked fairly normal. Bed sloppily made, a stack of books on the desk in the corner. But there was one thing odd. Marvin’s jacket was on the floor.

JJ stared at it for a moment. Marvin never took off his jacket. Or, he did, but only when he was having his version of a lazy day. And when he took it off, he always hung it up in a closet or on a coat rack. In fact, JJ couldn’t remember ever seeing any of Marvin’s clothes just lying on the floor. The sight was setting off tiny alarm bells in his head.

Something must have happened. But what? And where was Marvin? If he’d gone somewhere, he would’ve left a note. Jameson darted into the room and picked up the jacket. There was one way to tell where Marvin had gone. Jameson closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. “Vrite ai’ftó pa gráf tikye edu.” When he opened his eyes again, they briefly flashed a brighter blue before fading back to their normal shade. And now he could see a faint trail of blue, mixed with strands of green, leading out the door and down the hall.

Holding the jacket close, Jameson followed the trail back downstairs and out the front door. If the tracking spell was to be believed, that meant Marvin was outside, when it was dusk, and in the cold. In fact, JJ could see small flakes falling through the window. Marvin was outside, in the dark, when it was snowing, in a city he had admitted several times he still wasn’t entirely sure how to navigate on his own. Biting back the rising surge of fear, Jameson grabbed his coat and ran out the front door. The trail continued through the streets of the city, visible only to his eyes. Hopefully Marvin hadn’t gone far. And hopefully, he’d left for a harmless reason.

No such luck on the first frontier. It was a long walk, following the trail, and Jameson was starting to go beyond worry and into panic. By now, the trail had led him into one of the more run-down sections of the city, mainly composed of shabby apartment buildings. Jameson kept looking over his shoulder for trouble. But the trail was getting steadily brighter, more green entwined with the blue. That meant he was getting close.

The trail was mostly green by the time JJ rounded a corner and saw him. Marvin was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk, leaning against the graffitied wall of one of the buildings. He was wearing his green vest over a white dress shirt, but even with the double layers and long sleeves, he was shivering slightly. His cane was on the ground some ways away, out of arm’s reach.

“Marvin!” JJ shouted, running the rest of the way. “Marvin, what on earth are you doing out here? It’s dark and cold and—and dangerous! You better have a good reason.”

Marvin didn’t answer. Didn’t even look up by the time JJ was standing next to him. He just kept facing ahead, staring at nothing.

“Are...are you okay?” JJ knelt on the sidewalk next to him. “Hello? Earth to Marvin?” He waved his hand over Marvin’s glassy eyes, with no response. “Are...are you cold or anything? I brought your jacket. Well, I had to, the spell doesn’t work without something belonging to the seeked. Here.” He draped the jacket over Marvin’s shoulders, but still got nothing. After a moment of slight hesitation, JJ pressed his finger to Marvin’s neck. His pulse was steady. So what was wrong? Was this some side effect of being out in the cold for too long? He didn’t know, he wasn’t a doctor.

A doctor! Jameson reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He opened his contacts list and typed out a quick message. He wasn’t sure how long it would be before Jackie checked his texts, but it better be soon. He put the phone back in his pocket, then reached forward and shook Marvin gently. “Marv. Please. Y-you’re starting to scare me.”

He blinked. Once, and slowly, but it was something. Jameson exhaled slowly. “I-I know you’re in there. Just—just say something? Please?” Apparently the blink was all Marvin had planned to do. Jameson swallowed a whimper. This was scary. He didn’t know what was happening, if Marvin could hear him, or what he could do about it. Maybe—maybe if he shocked Marvin enough, he’d snap out of it? How?

After a moment more of thought, Jameson decided on something. He wasn’t super skilled at these types of spells, but it would work in this chilly environment. “Ignesa,” he whispered, pushing his magic out through the words into a shape it wasn’t used to being in. His hands, holding Marvin’s upper arms, burst into blue flame that didn’t burn, but still felt close to hot enough to.

There was a sharp yell, and JJ found he was being pushed away. “Wh-what the hell, Jems?!” Marvin, eyes no longer glassy, was furiously rubbing his arms where the fire had touched. “I t’ought you did water tricks!”

“Marvin!” JJ lunged forward and wrapped him in a tight squeeze. “I was so worried!”

“W-worried? ‘Bout what?” After a moment, Marvin pulled away, looking up and down the city street. “Where...where are we?”

“According to the last street sign I passed, we’re on Somerset Road. This...isn’t exactly the best part of town, Marv. What are you doing out here?”

“I...I don’t know.” The confusion on Marvin’s face was mixing with a tinge of fear. “I was goin’ to take a nap, wait for you t’come home. But then...I don’ know. Me head went all fuzzy, and I...left. Why did I leave?” He looked around once more. “I r’member walkin’, but I don’ r’member how I got here.”

JJ didn’t know how to respond, but he didn’t have to. The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he hurriedly pulled it out. Jackie had replied, What do you mean somethings wrong with marvin? Where are you? What happened?

“Hang on a second, I texted Jackie about this, I need to explain what happened,” JJ said, already typing.

“Texted him ‘bout what?” Marvin was trying hard to hide the frantic note in his voice.

JJ looked up. “Marvin. When I got here, you were sitting on the ground, like you are now, and you weren’t responding when I asked you to. You were shivering, but you had a steady pulse, but you didn’t seem quite...here.”

Marvin blinked. “I...I sorta r’member you gettin’ here, tryin’ t’talk to me. But...I couldn’...it was like I wasn’ in my body...” He shivered, and pulled the jacket closer. “’s cold.”

“I know it is,” JJ said reassuringly. “If you want, I can give you my coat? You’ve been out here longer.”

“No, ‘m...’m fine.”

And that was the sign JJ needed. He finished the text to Jackie, then pulled off his coat and gave it to Marvin, who didn’t say anything and just let him wrap it around him. “Alright. We’re going to go home now. I walked here, do you think you can walk back?”

Marvin nodded quietly, and let himself be pulled to his feet. JJ picked up the cane from where it had fallen on the ground and handed it to him. As the two of them started walking, JJ’s phone buzzed again, and he checked the new message from Jackie. “Huh. He says you might have been dissociating.”

“I don’...know what t’at means,” Marvin admitted.

“It means...well, it’s like what you said, actually. It’s when you feel you’re not entirely connected to something, and that can be a task, the world around you, or even your own body. I think in extreme cases, the world can seem a bit...ah, what’s a good word? Out of sorts? Like an illusion? Distorted? Or—”

Marvin suddenly grabbed Jameson’s arm, looking at him with wide eyes. “I saw a man who cried red.”

Jameson could only stare. “Marvin? What—what does that mean?”

“I don’ know,” Marvin said, eyes still unusually wide. “But I just—I saw somet’ing like that. I just r’membered, and t’at...was the best way I could say it.”

“That’s...a bit concerning,” JJ said slowly. “Do you...want me to tell someone about that?”

“No!” Marvin suddenly shrieked. Then he looked around, and said in a normal voice, “No. I don’ know why but it—it’s a bad idea. I know it.”

JJ sighed. “Alright, if you insist. But if it happens again, you might want to consider—” He stopped.

“...Jems?” Marvin said cautiously.

“I don’t feel good,” Jameson whispered. Suddenly, he could feel his heart racing in his chest, pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. Despite being in the snow fall without a coat, he was hot. And he couldn’t breathe. He was trying, but every effort was reduced to short gasps.

“Jameson!” Marvin yelled. “What’s happenin’?! Tell me!”

“I don’t—I-I don’t—” His legs were trembling. He stumbled, ending up falling against Marvin, who stumbled in turn but managed to hold him. “I-I-I—” Talking was hard, there wasn’t enough air in his lungs to fuel it, so he focused on breathing. Hyperventilating, more like, everything becoming a wheeze. Tears were prickling at his eyes.

“Jameson, you have t’breathe!” Marvin said. “D’you want me to sit you down?” He looked around. “I-I—somet’ing’s wrong, Jems. I-I feel...like...” He couldn’t finish the sentence. “There’s someone...”

BANG!

The sound was enough to startle Marvin off balance, and both he and Jameson toppled to the ground. Marvin flipped his cane in his hand into a defensive position, covering Jameson with it while still holding him. His eyes darted around, landing on a silhouette. He glared in its general direction. “Stay back!” He growled.

The silhouette stepped forward into the flickering light of a street lamp. “Really? That’s your plan? What were you gonna do against this thing?” He shook the handgun he was holding in Marvin’s direction.

Marvin relaxed, but only slightly. “You, huh? What’re you doin’ here?”

“I live here,” Anti said, walking forward. “What are you doing here?”

“...I don’ know,” Marvin grumbled. He was getting tired of saying that.

Anti sighed. “Whatever. What’s up with your friend, there?”

“I-I-I’m fine,” Jameson wheezed. “I’m f-fine, just—I think I had a-a-an anxiety attack.”

“Actually, that would be a panic attack if it came on quickly, which I’m guessing it did.” Anti pulled open his jacket, holstering the handgun in the shoulder holster hidden underneath. “And I don’t blame you. That guy looked freaky.”

“Wh-what guy?” JJ asked, looking up.

“The...the guy that was standing right in front of you?” Anti asked, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, not right in front of you, but pretty close. He scurried away after I fired.”

“You shot somebody?” Marvin asked incredulously.

“No, I shot at somebody. Huge difference.” Anti laughed. “But yeah, he’s gone now. Neither of you noticed him?”

Marvin slowly shook his head.

“Bit-bit more important th-things going on,” Jameson gasped, pulling away from Marvin.

“Uhh...yeah, what-fucking-ever. You two are the blindest bitches I’ve ever met.” Anti rolled his mismatched eyes.

Marvin scowled, using the cane to push himself to his feet and pulling JJ up after him. “So...what did he look like? T’is man y’saw.”

“He looked...” Anti trailed off. He looked up into the sky. “Um. He looked...I dunno, like a guy. Skinny. He had a...a hat, I think?”

“Brilliant,” Marvin drawled.

“Shut up, it was dark.”

“W-well...” JJ took a deep breath, finally getting his breathing back to normal. “Thank you for getting rid of him, I guess.”

“Sure.” Anti stuck his hands in his pockets, looking back at the two of them. “So, do I need to text Jackie back and tell him you’re alright or are you gonna do that yourself?”

“He texted you?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, he was freaking out, apparently something was wrong and, y’know, I live in the area, so.” Anti shrugged.

JJ looked around. “You live...here?” The brick buildings were dirty, there was trash in the streets, and the installed street lamps were either broken or breaking.

“Yes. And you’re not gonna see where exactly, so don’t ask.” Anti glared at Jameson, who didn’t look away. “Should I text him?”

“I’ll do it,” JJ assured him. “You can go back home if you’d like, we’re just going to walk back. And again, thank you.”

“...yeah, uh. Yeah. No problem.” Anti backed away. “You two stay safe, okay?” And without a goodbye, he turned and walked back down the street.

Marvin stared after him, eyes narrow. “I t’ought you said guns were ‘gainst the law.”

“They are, but...maybe he has a good reason. Let’s not jump to conclusions.” JJ had his phone out, already texting Jackie like he said. “You’re still good to walk?”

“Yep. Let’s go.”

“Alright. But,” JJ looked up, “once we’re home, we need to talk about what happened in more detail. Promise?”

Marvin hesitated, then nodded. “I promise. Now, let’s go.”

As they started on the way back home, Marvin glanced over his shoulder once more. Why did it feel like they were being watched?

It was a week later, and Jackie was just wrapping up his shift at the hospital. His mind was on the incident. He’d barely gotten home after spending a night with Rama, and he checked the messages he missed to see one from Jameson, saying there was an emergency and something was wrong with Marvin. The next few minutes had been a storm of worry. He wasn’t about to let someone get hurt! Especially not a new friend! Luckily, it had all worked out, though Marvin and Jameson were being strangely secretive about the whole thing. Maybe they just wanted to move on from it.

“Hey, Parker.”

Jackie looked up from the clipboard of paperwork he was supposed to be filling out to see Dr. Green, one of his colleagues, peeking out from around the corner of the hall. “Yeah?” he asked. “I’m almost off shift, is it an emergency?”

“There’s a patient in 234-C who wants to see you,” Green explained.

Jackie frowned. He wasn’t attending anyone in a room 234. But the C designation meant the children’s ward, which he was the assistant head of. So maybe the patient just wanted to see someone high up. Surprisingly, not the first time that’s happened. “Alright,” he said, putting the clipboard and pen down on the nearest flat surface. “Hey, if a guy comes in who looks basically exactly like me, but with shorter hair, no glasses, and probably wearing a sweater, tell him where I am, okay?”

“Will do. Your brother?”

Jackie huffed, hiding a small smile. “Surprisingly, no. But he might as well be at this point. His name’s Henrik, I’m planning on seeing a movie with him after my shift. Tell him where I am, and, uh, don’t try to stop him if he attempts to get past you and into the hospital. It’ll just waste everyone’s time since he can get past you anyway.”

“Jeez. Well, alright.” Green waved at Jackie as he walked past. “Remember, 234-C!”

“I got it, dude!”

The rooms in the children’s ward were smaller, but painted more colorfully than the plain white of the other wards. And the kids who unfortunately had to stay there usually had their own rooms, with the option of asking for a roommate (and a bigger room) if they got lonely. The nurse at the nursing station greeted him familiarly as he took the elevator from the ground floor to the next floor up. 234 was one of the outer rooms, situated near the back of the building.

Jackie entered, his first glance going to the bed. Which was, to his surprise, empty. He glanced around the room. There wasn’t a kid in here. But there was a man, standing at the window. Actually, leaning out of the window. And that shouldn’t be possible. All the wards of the hospital had windows that could slide open, but they also had screens in place to keep anyone from reaching out. Just in case. “Uh, hello?” Jackie asked.

The man turned around. He was wearing gray all over. Shirt, pants, trainers, cap, basically all gray. Even his skin and hair seemed to have a grayish tint, obviously not healthy. Jackie tried to catch the man’s eye, but...his face kept slipping away. It was a bit...odd. Maybe he was tired after his shift? God, he hoped that wasn’t the case. He didn’t want to fall asleep in the theater.

“Hello!” The man said, grinning. “You’re one of the doctors here?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Dr. Parker. Most people just call me Jackie, though.” Jackie shifted his weight. “You didn’t...ask for me, did you?”

“Actually, I did. I know I don’t know you, but I overheard some of the patients talking about how nice you are.”

“So...you’re not actually a patient here?” Jackie laughed quietly. “I mean, of course you’re not here, this is the kids’ ward. Which is...kinda confusing about why you’re in this room, specifically.”

“I like kids,” the man said simply. “They’re nice. Cute. Little bundles of happiness.” He backed up a bit, leaning backwards out the open window.

“Whoa, hey.” Jackie took a few steps forward into the room. “Be careful. You could fall.”

“So? It’s not high enough to kill me.”

“Yeah, but you could still get hurt!” Jackie took another step forward. The man wasn’t leaning out any more, but he wasn’t showing any sign of getting entirely back inside either. “Maybe even permanently, if you’re unlucky enough.”

“Good to know.”

Jackie didn’t know what to do. This guy didn’t really sound overly concerned with the threat of injury. Maybe it was time to change the subject. “Well. Anyway...” he said tentatively. “You...wanted to talk to me? Why?”

“Oh yes.” The man smiled. “Like I said, I heard you’re really nice. Everyone here seems to love you. Except a few of the staff who are upset that you’re not ‘professional.’ I dunno what they’re talking about. I like how you dress.”

“Uh, thanks.”

The man stopped leaning out the window, and Jackie breathed a sigh of relief. Which turned out to be short-lived, as the man then hopped up onto the window sill, sitting on a precarious balance between inside and outside.

“What are you doing?!” Jackie half-ran towards the window, quickly closing the distance between him and the man, until he was within arm’s length. “Are you crazy?! Did you lose your mind?!”

“I lost it long ago.”

“Wh-what?” Something had been...off about the man’s voice that time. It was like...Jackie couldn’t quite grasp it, as the tone and pitch slipped out of his mind. In fact...he didn’t remember what the man’s voice sounded like at all. Even though he’d been just listening to him talk. “What did you say?”

“It’s not important.” The man shrugged. “But I still haven’t answered your question! Why did I want to talk to you? Well.” The man grabbed the edges of the window, leaning even farther back. Jackie half-reached out, afraid he might fall if he tried to grab him. “I’ve been really lonely. Anyone I talk to eventually goes away, you know. Even after I try to make new friends. And I’m thinking that maybe nobody cares to stay for long. But then I started hanging out here! And Jackie, you sounded perfect! You’re so kind, and persistent, and actually, really care. And you’re able to befriend anyone. Even someone who clearly doesn’t trust you with anything, not even his real name.”

Jackie wondered for a brief second how this guy knew about his friends, especially Anti, who didn’t come around the hospital too much. But the thought slipped away, not quite registering enough to cause alarm. “Thanks, I guess. And I’m sorry you’re...you’re going through this. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” The man smiled. Or...had he always had that grin? “And yeah, there is something you can do. I want you to be my friend, Jackie. You seem cool.”

“You want to be friends?” Jackie blinked. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, even his thoughts. “But...I don’t know you that well.”

“We can get to know each other. Or I could, you know...” He leaned backwards and let go of the window. Just for a split second before latching on again, but that split second had been enough for him to quite nearly fall out of the window.

“No!” Jackie had lunged forward the moment the man let go, only to stop short when he realized he was okay. Fuck this, he couldn’t have someone get hurt if he could do anything about it. “Don’t do that, you’re right. We can, like, hang out or something. I’m sure we can become friends quickly.”

The man’s smile widened, and he righted himself into a sitting position. Jackie realized he was standing a lot closer to him that he had been just a second ago. But he couldn’t find the thought to take a step back. “That’s great! Jackie, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” He grabbed the front of Jackie’s hoodie. Jackie registered this fact dully, and wasn’t able to find a reason to care about it. “We can start now.”

“I...I think I had plans,” Jackie mumbled.

“Really? What? Can you tell me?”

Jackie scanned his mind, but he didn’t find anything. Just...gray fog. “I can’t remember. Guess it wasn’t that important. I feel kinda...fuzzy.”

“That’s okay, we all do sometimes. It’ll go away.”

“Really?”

“No. But it’ll get less. And you can still come with me.”

“I...I can?”

“Uh-huh. C’mon.”

He was leaning backwards again. Wasn’t there something wrong with that? Jackie couldn’t remember. But he was still holding onto him by the front of the hoodie, so as he leaned, Jackie leaned with him—

“What are you doing?!”

Jackie jerked backwards. He knew that voice! That was an important voice! Then he was jerked forward again as the man pulled, and all of a sudden there was a hand there, prying at the man’s fingers until Jackie’s hoodie slipped away. The man vanished backwards, and Jackie was yanked away.

“Jackie! Jackie, you fucking moron, look at me!”

Someone slapped him. That cleared up a lot of the fog, but Jackie still had to shake his head a bit and blink several times to get rid of it completely. He looked at who hit him. “Vol—sorry, I mean Henrik? What’s going on?”

Schneep was staring intently at Jackie. He was wearing a gray sweater with a blue scarf, one of his favorite outfits for when he wasn’t busy vigilante-ing. “What’s going on?” he repeated. “What’s going on?!”

“Yes, that’s what I—don’t do that again!” Jackie caught Schneep’s hand by the wrist just before the hand made contact with his still-stinging face. “I came in here...because there was a patient who wanted to see me, but there’s no kid in this room, it was just a guy, and he was at the window, and I thought he was gonna jump—” His eyes widened, and he spun around. The man wasn’t in the window anymore. “Shit, he fell! He really fell! Oh my god!”

Jackie started forward, ready to look out the window at the damage, but Schneep caught him and held him back. “That was no ‘guy!’”

“Oh yeah? What else could it be?”

“I do not know!” Schneep yelled. “A fucking monster!”

“A fucking what?” Jackie asked, bewildered.

“A monster, Jackie!” Schneep grabbed his friend by the shoulders, staring him in the face. “That thing had—had black blood eyes, and sharp dead nails, and it was smiling too much for being about to fall!”

“What?!” Jackie wrenched out of Schneep’s grip and took a few steps back. “No no no, you’re gonna have to explain more.”

Schneep took a few deep breaths, before continuing on, calmer now. “It was very gray, you see. And it looked like the shape of a man, but then it had sharp nails, and its arms looked dead, black from the elbow down! And its eyes were black, too, completely black! And they were bleeding! And the smile! Jackie, it was too happy that it was about to pull you out of the window.”

Jackie stared at him for a moment more. “Schneep. Henrik. Volt. Are you off your meds?”

“No, I am not!” Schneep insisted. “I still have the compartment thing you sent me, I use it.”

“Are you sure?” Jackie asked gently.

Schneep threw his arms into the air. “Fine! Check down there, out the window! See for yourself!”

“Thank you.” Jackie turned and strode over to the window. After a moment of hesitation, he peered downwards, only to receive a shock. “There’s...nobody there.” The pavement outside the window was empty, except for a red stain that wasn’t there before. A small splatter that, he estimated, was what it might look like if someone hit their head on the pavement too hard. But if someone did do that, then they wouldn’t be able to just walk away. He turned to look at Schneep. “There’s...no way someone wouldn’t still be there.”

“I am telling you, it was not a someone, it was a creature,” Schneep insisted. “I...I don’t remember much about it aside from what I have already told you. It was like a...I do not remember the word, the sort of-of fake seeing?”

“Illusion?”

“No, well yes, but I am thinking specifics. I think it has to do with deserts.”

“Mirage?”

“Yes!” Schneep said triumphantly. “But what I told you, that was very real. It is the details I do not remember.”

“I mean...” Jackie looked back out the window. “Maybe...” He recalled the man’s voice. Or rather, he tried to, and failed to remember anything beyond the words said. There was a sort of vague sense of tone, but not much else. And he couldn’t picture the man’s face, either. And the way his head had suddenly gone fuzzy, full of gray fog... “We can talk more about this later,” he said, sliding the window shut. “We’re gonna be late for the movie, probably.”

“Oh yes!” Schneep’s eyes lit up. “I forgot! Are you excited?”

Jackie chuckled. “A little. But hey, it’s gonna be with you, so it’s definitely gonna be exciting.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Jackie grinned. “I just need to officially clock out and drop my coat off in the office, then we can go.”

“I will walk you there, of course,” Schneep said matter-of-factly.

“Thanks, Volt. I’d appreciate it. I feel a little...” Jackie glanced back at the window. “...uneasy, all of a sudden.”

Night fell on the city eventually. And someone was sitting on the rooftop of a run-down home in the suburbs. His legs were hanging off the edge, swinging. People wouldn’t see him. Nobody ever came close to this house, and even if they did, they would forget all about him the moment they looked away.

He was smiling. He always was, but this one was real.

He’d almost got two in a week. That was a good record. Sure, two others had come in and ruined everything, and there was that third one he didn’t know what to do with, but you had to look on the bright side! You had to keep smiling. And the ideas he was getting were more than enough reason to smile.

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high school!mark

request: highschool!mark if u love me plspls

word count: 5.5k

a/n: lucky that I love u anon hehehehe !!!!! also wOW I didnt mean to make this so god damn long itS REALLY JUST THESE GOD DAMN HIGH SCHOOL AUS IM WEAK FOR THEM OKAY. look at this cutie hOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RESIST

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

warnings: the usual intermittent cussing and probably an inappropriate joke or two

this au is my Ultimate Weakness it makes me soft as hell alright

………………….

LETS DIVE IN

okay so your mom has a job that forces your family to move around….. A LOT

and while you’ve gotten used to it for the most part it still sucks having to leave people behind and make completely new friends once every couple of years

this time you’re moving to a new school for your SENIOR YEAR and you’re livid

bc like ??? it’s senior year and you have exactly zero (0) friends since you’re new,,, yet again

you Threw A Fit when you found out but your mom was like shut up you ingrate soon you’ll be in college and won’t even have to worry about it

so you, an ingrate, shut up :/

you move in a month before school starts and the house is nice and your room is cute so that’s a plus !!!!!

you hang up some pictures and organize all your cute little trinkets you’ve collected over the years aw

you’ve even got a lil succulent garden growing on your windowsill

ITS CUTE AS HELL OKAY

alright so you’re gonna go explore around town because you , don’t know where anything is and you wanna find some good spots to hang

you take the bus into the middle of town because who tf is tryna drive themselves amirite ladies

support ur local bus driver

anywhom this isn’t a HUGE town but it’s one of those cute towns where you can pretty much walk anywhere you need to go

(god i wish that were me)

so you spend all day just, walkin

you find a library and pick up some books …….

both for decoration and reading okay

and you find a couple of restaurants and write them down to try later along with some coffee shops and whatnot

eventually you’re tired and prolly a lil sweaty bc it’s summer and you’re outside and ugh

so you find a nice big park and a tree and sit down at the base of it to read and mindlessly sketch things in the margins of your book

whEN OUT OF NOWHERE

someone shouts

“HEY WATCH OUT”

and you look up just in time to dodge a sOCCER BALL HURTLING TOWARDS YOUR FACE

it bounces off the tree and rolls a couple feet away

“uhhhh holy shit” - you

you just kind of sit there astonished for 5 seconds before you get up to get the ball and look around for who saved your LIFE

and there’s boy jogging toward you looking extremely embarrassed

you meet him halfway to hand him the ball and he’s like

“oh mY GOD i’m so sorry i told them to settle down but they never listen to me and jisung just ??? doesn’t know how to not take everything seriously and he lost and got pissed and kicked it and we didn’t even kNOW you were over here and also i’m so sorry”

you smile and tell him it’s fine and hand him the ball

you go to get back to your tree and he’s like hey uh you there uh wait up

god he’s awkward

and you turn around to face him with an expectant look

“so um, what’s your name? i haven’t seen you around here before and like in case i ever gotta make this up to you you know ??”

cute

you tell him your name and stick out your hand to shake and he grabs it very hesitantly and tells you his name is mark

he has , very warm hands and they’re only slightly bigger than yours but that’s still cUTE

MARK HAS BABY HANDS I DARE U TO SAY HE DOESNT

he says he hopes you enjoy your book and he’ll make sure the boys don’t disturb you anymore than they already have

you wave as he goes and he gives you a smile over his shoulder and his cheeks are tinged pink and wOw this boy is a cutie patootie

you go back to your reading but now instead of doodling you’re just writing his name or drawing his big doe eyes or his smooth hands

(((((let’s pretend we’re all good at drawing okay god knows i can’t do much more than a stick figure)))))

the boys leave after an hour or two and you leave pretty soon after then because the sun is setting and you gotta be home for dinner

basically your mom wants to make sure you aren’t kidnapped and/or lost in a new town

which, to be fair, is not that unlikely

you have your headphones in and you’re leaned against the bus window half asleep as you go

bitch wake up youRE GONNA MISS YOUR STOP

it’s the same bus driver who saw you get on and honestly there aren’t a lot of people on the bus so he makes sure you get off

“hey you, girl back there, hEY! this is your stop girly”

you thank him profusely and tip him because uhhhh u gotta get home and like Not Lost

you skip home with your bag of books and miscellaneous items you found at the thrift store!!!

you bought a little figurine of a dragon and she’s beautiful her name is saraphina because why not

that’s completely irrelevant i’m so sorry

i have ADHD

anywhom

you walk in and you’re all like hey momma !!! how goes it !!:3

and your mom is Sus™️ because why are you in such a good mood

and you’re like !!! cause i had a good day okay love u bye i’m going to my rOOM

don’t let her question anymore or else she’ll dig out that you met a Cute Boy

you go to your room and get out all your purchases and organize them while you still have the motivation to do so

and yeah

you use one of the blank notes to start like a lil drawing diary of sorts ???? like just to draw stuff in whenever you’re inspired or you see something pretty

and you definitely saw smth pretty today ;))))))))

hint: ITS MARK

you try to draw him from memory but it doesn’t look quite right and like :(((((( how sad is that what if you don’t even see him again

the rest of the month passes pretty quickly in the same fashion

by now you’ve befriended the bus driver and he tells you all the cool secret nooks and crannies of town for you to go find

he’s also your bff pretty much he always tells you about his daughter and all the cute things she does and you just talk about your life in general and he gives you advice

congrats you’ve unlocked Wise Uncle

he gives you directions to this teeny TINY flower shop where you befriend the old lady who works there by bringing a muffin everytime you go by

she trades you for a seasonal flower and makes a big deal out of tucking it behind your ear herself

basically you find all the cute old people in town and make them your friend because.

THATS CUTE

ADDED BONUS OF LIKE 17 PARENT FIGURES TO GIVE YOU ADVICE

this is accidentally straying into art hoe territory i hope y’all are okay w/ that

school is starting really soon and you’re nervous but also used to this so it doesn’t affect you as bad as normally

also you did meet some people so you aren’t going in with no friends but like, pretty close to no friends

on the first day of school you ride the bus and you see ???? mark ????? on your bus ????????

so you get on and do your daily greeting of the bus driver

his daughter lost her first tooth AW

you fake cry and he says “mood” and you lose it because you’re pushing internet culture onto this unsuspecting middle aged man skdkdkkd

you pat him on the shoulder as you walk back to find a seat but there are none because for some reason the bus is busy this early in the morning ????

you wouldn’t know lmao summer sleep schedule had you up at 10 at the earliest

so you go to stand and hold onto one of the poles in the center

(nearby our boy mark LEE)

mark looks up from his phone

these god damn millennials always on that damn phone

and he sees you and he’s like wHOA what’s up uhhh Soccer Ball Girl

and nice you remembered his name bUT HE DIDNT REMEMBER YOURS

but then he’s like nahhhh just kidding i remember ur name hey y/n !!!

you talk otw to school and find out you’re both seniors at the same school and how you’re excited for sports games and like, GRADUATING

mark keeps trying to offer you his seat but you refuse and he pouts everytime you say no :((((

good god just take the seat look at the sad baby boy :((((((((((((

there is an, occurrence

at one point the bus goes over a bump and you stumble a little and mark reaches up to catch you before you literally fall on him

his hands fly out and grab you by the hips to steady you since he’s sitting and you’re standing and he can’t exactly reach your shoulders sO YEA

or at least that’s his explanation in his head huehuehuehe

his hands linger for MAYBE 10 seconds before he whips them back into his pockets and blushes while you thank him

you: are also blushing

the bus driver: completely did that on purpose

when you get off the bus your Second Dad tells you good luck and pats you on the head and mark is like ???? do you know him

and you’re like yeah that’s my man maurice we’re buds

and he’s like ???? i’ve rode that bus all my life to school and i’m not buds with him wtf :/

“srry you’re not as lovable as me!! jealousy is a disease <3”

and he laughs his dorky laugh

you highkey are smiling so big because this boy is so cute and he’s walking close enough that your shoulders brush every once in a while and he has a silly laugh and AW

as you walk into the school marks group of Boys starts waving him over excitedly and he turns in their direction but then stops when he sees you aren’t following

“hey whatcha doin???”

“well uhhh those are Your Boys you know and i’m, i don’t, really, uh they don’t know me”

“aw cmon they’ll love you!!! look ill just introduce you and if they’re terrible and annoying you can leave”

“........ i gue-“

but he’s already grabbed your hand and is pulling you over to them

“sup fellas this is y/n and she just moved here this year so don’t be too overwhelming.”

the smaller one with the highish voice chimes in

“aww but overwhelming is my only setting”

“then just don’t be yourself, chenle”

“heYYY it’s that girl i almost killed in the park !!! so sorry about that by the way”

he introduces them to you one by one and they all shake your hand

jisung is the one with the big ass yaoi hands and also the one who almost ended your young life

jaemin is the one with pretty smile

jeno is the one with the squishy eyes

renjun is the Art Hoe of the group you can just tell

he’s wearing some got damn overalls you gotta befriend him immediately

donghyuck is the one with beautiful skin and a v high voice you’re highkey like hey but can you dROP THE SKINCARE ROUTINE and he’s like “i just wash my face every day xoxo :*”

you quickly learn who is a piece of shit and who isn’t

you figure out who has classes with you and then set off for the day !!

mark has gym and economics with you but those are after lunch :(((

he squeezes your shoulder before he leaves and says good luck though so you’ll survive

you have art with renjun first and this boy is your bestie already

he’s such a sarcastic shit and he too likes drawing random things and vandalizing school textbooks with artistically correct memes

he also has the AUDACITY

“so, you and mark already ;););)(;);)))”

“i uh don’t know what you mean by that”

“you SO do!!!!! you guys walked into school together everyone probably already thinks you’re a thing”

“oh shit really??? ah i feel so bad”

“is that a bad thing???”

“i mean yeah i’m not tryna Tarnish mark’s reputation”

“that is some self hatred bs he would be lucky to have you !!!!”

“renjun you don’t even know me that well yet”

“i know enOUGH”

you just uhh change the subject which renjun def notices but like

who cares

renjun apparently also goes to the same flower shop as you !!!

you find out because you see him drawing the front of it and you’re like heY i’ve been there my girl edna works there !!!!! she insist i call her grandma tho

and he’s all oh sHIT that’s my girl too !!!!!!

long story short edna is now your shared grandmother

now THAT is some uwu shit

you go about your day and it’s lunchtime and yOU uh don’t know where to sit :(

you see a girl that you met who works at the little coffee shop you like so you set off in her direction and you’re almost there when jeno and jaemin walk up and sling an arm around your shoulder from either side

“hEY BUDDY” -jeno

“SUP SQUIRT” -jaemin

and they start steering you in another direction towards their own table

“god of all nicknames you had to give me sQUIRT”

“yes it’s because you’re cute and small like squirtle”

“that’s a god damn reach if i’ve ever seen one but okay”

you get there and they practically TOSS you into the seat next to mark

he winces and gives you and apologetic pat on the back before starting the conversation

“alright so who actually did the summer reading”

as the table bursts into Absolute Ruckus you just kind of sit back and watch

mark notices you being quiet and while renjun and chenle are arm wrestling he leans over to quietly be like

“hey you doin okay over there? are they too much”

“oh not at all i’m just takin it in lmao”

“yeah that’s understandable. they’re easily the most entertaining group of people you’ll ever meet but also i’ve wanted to strangle every single one of them at least once”

“what are you 30??? you talk about them like you’re their mom”

“i mean someone’s gotta do it”

you and mark talk all throughout lunch and head to gym together since that’s next

exercising right after eating ??? sounds like a GREAT plan thanks so much public school system !!!!

you go to pull out your bag of gym clothes but ??? all you’ve got is shorts ?????

S H I T

you start whining because you’re like aWW i’m gonna get in trouble :(((((

and he’s like here i have like 12 shirts in here because i always bring too many and then leave some when i got soccer practice i gotchu

(he gives you the clean shirt that hasn’t been sitting in his locker <3333 what a guy)

you thank him proFUSELY and then go to the girls locker room to change

the shirt is too big and you don’t wanna look like a Bag so you tie a lil knot in it in the front

you don’t look like a thot tho you just look Cute As Fuck

some girl in the locker room lets you borrow a hair tie and off we go !!!

it’s the first day so everyone literally just stretches and sits around talking

you’ve hashtag LOST mark and you don’t have any friends yet so you’re just chillin talking to the girl who gave you a hair tie because she seems nice and you got nothin better to do

you’re explaining to her how to take care of a succulent /properly/ when mark catches a basketball that was headed right for you yelling a watch it !!!! over his shoulder

he turns to you and giggles a little, nudging your foot with his

“you’re just a danger magnet aren’t you”

“i mean danger is my middle name so”

“uGH get your ass over here away from all those freshman hoodlums who think they can play”

you wave bye to your friend because there’s literal fear in her eyes at the sight of mark ??

you ask her what’s wrong later and she’s like oh it’s not him i just have a crippling fear of boys

(that’s a mood)

you and mark pass a volleyball back and forth and fuck around pretty much all period

this is actually the one (1) sport he isn’t good at thank GOD you were worried he had no flaws

at the end of the class you ask him if he wants his shirt back and he says, and i quote,

“nah you and your thot knot can keep it, looks cuter on you anyways”

you smack his arm for calling you a thot but then thank him anyways for the shirt and for calling you cute :))))))))

econ passes the same way except normal clothing and no sports

although mark does throw a wadded up piece of paper on you that says u want 2 hang w the boys n me after school ? if yes then breathe if no do a backflip

this headass boy

you throw it back so it bounces off his forehead and then nod to confirm you will

you don’t have any of the boys in your last class and you don’t where to meet up so you just kind of loiter by your locker since jeno’s is pretty close to yours and maybe they’ll meet here ????

luckily jisung spots you and is like hey what r u doin here aren’t u hanging with us after school??? cmon

you follow him out to the parking lot where they’re all gathered around jeno and jaemins vehicles because apparently they’re the only ones with actual cars

rip

they start waving too excitedly when they see you and mark smiles all big

wooOOO baby boy already has a crush on you :3

they’ve apparently already decided to go to chenles house because apparently he’s fuckin loaded

you don’t believe that for a sECOND because he’s wearing crocs and an old ass polo shirt but

we’ll see

you mark and renjun ride with jaemin while the Babies ride with jeno since he is able to ignore them being crackheads in the backseat and drive his vehicle without crashing

apparently they’ve cause multiple vehicular accidents ??? possibly the reason renjun doesn’t have a car ???????

who knows

y’all have a blast in jaemins car tho playing tokyo drift from the third fast and furious movie if u haven’t heard that shit plEASE GO LISTEN WHAT A SONG HEHEHHEHHEHE

you pull into this BIG ASS house and you’re like no fucking way dude

and everyone else in the car simultaneously says

“i know right ???”

y’all pull in and go inside and it’s real nice holy SHIT

chenle comes in cackling followed closely be jisung and more sedately by jeno who looks ready to fckin die

you pat him on the shoulder and go you did well, soldier

he salutes solemnly before breaking out into the smile

y’all know the one

you UWU right there on the spot but hold yourself back from poking his cheek and cooing

chenle then SCREECHES and yells

“WHO IS TRYNA PLAY JUST DANCE”

and everyone crowds into his living room

somehow the couch is big enough to fit all of you comfortably that’s fckin impressive

you play just dance for 3 whole ass hours and now you’re Tired and Ready To Go Home

there’s a bus stop nearby and you insist upon walking since jaemin already have you a ride here and you didn’t even have gas money to give him :(((

mark goes to since you have to catch the same bus

you hum as you skip around the sidewalk and he walks behind you smiling fondly while you twirl around

he recognizes the song and whistles along and wow !!!!

Harmony™️

when you get to the stop you’re like 5 mins early

so to entertain yourselves you play rock paper scissors and each time the winner gets to flick the loser on the forehead

mark is a sweet boy so he flicks softly but you go all out

wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bruise tmrw girly u need to chill

you sit on the bus together when it arrives since there’s actually room now and he slumps down low until his head is pretty much rested on your shoulder

(our man maurice sees and is like GET IT GIRL but only so you notice and you make threatening hand motions at him)

you’re not sure if he’s asleep so you stay extra still just in case

and no one needs to know you rested your cheek on top of his head

but when it gets to your stop you’re like mark? mark lee??? mork ???? wake up ??? and you nudge him a little with your shoulder and he sits up and rubs his eyes aW

he slow blinks at you and goes

“hm?”

and you’re like i uh gotta go now

and he’s like :/// okay i’ll see you tomorrow and stands up and gives you a half hug before you go

maurice is DYING in the front you’re going to kill him

you walk home with a smile on your face and again your mom is suspicious of your good mood but you’re like aw it’s nothin just had a good day at school made lots of friends !!!!!!

as summer turns into fall you make more friends but you mostly hang out with the boys because they’re funny and nice to you and also Mark is there and we love our boy

you guys all attend football games together and go absolutely ALL OUT for whatever the theme is

for example: the theme was halloween and you all dressed as god damn SMURFS

it was legendary there was not one bit of you all that wasn’t covered in blue paint

jisung almost fought some girl who thought he was from the movie Avatar until everyone was like jisung cHILL OUT ITS NOT HER FAULT YOURE VERY TALL AND COMPLETELY BLUE

and well

can’t argue with that

it gets chillier though so you all bring blankets and cuddle most of the games

all of the boys suspiciously aren’t cold at first until you and mark share a blanket

they’re so obvious GOD

with each time y’all share you get more relaxed around each other until eventually mark has one arm slung around you and your legs are hooked over one of his thighs while y’all Snuggle

renjun waggles his eyebrows at you every five minutes and you discreetly give him the finger every time

little ASSHOLE

college applications are due like. right now

you all apply to a nice university close by as a backup/safe place and then apply to more brazy places just to see if you can get in

everyone’s been real stressed lately so you’re like !!!!! hey imma throw a friendsgiving party !!! yeehaw !!!!!!!!!

and you invite all of them over

“everyone bring smth and i’ll bake a ham or smth,,, i swear to GOD if all of you show up with store-bought pumpkin pie. i will kill you and then myself”

“what’s with you and pumpkin pie?”

“jUST. don’t”

((((srry i’m projecting my hatred of pumpkin pie onto u reader heheehehheh))))

everyone comes over and it’s really chilly so you have a fire in the fireplace and you have a couple of your gal pals over too

your mom is nice enough to leave y’all alone for the night and she’s not hurt since it’s not real thanksgiving

we stan moms

you bring out the ham and someone has brought green beans and mark ,,,, tHAT ANGEL he brought cornbread stuffing do y’all know what i’m talking abt

OOO THAT STUFF IS GOOD

and there’s sweet potatoes and apple pie and all the Thanksgiving Essentials

jisung wanted to be a dick so he brought cranberry jelly

“why don’t you have some:) cranberry preserves:) , jisung” -you, every 30 seconds

everyone sits down to eat and it’s LOUD so you’re like shut UP !!!!!!!!!!

“every1 say smth ur thankful for :3333”

“my family !!!!”

“you guys <3”

“awW BOOO” - everyone, while throwing things at jaemin

“my life !!”

“that i’m happy”

“gay” -chenle

“minecraft”

anyways no one took it seriously until it got to mark

“i’m grateful y/n moved here :))))))”

everyone goes KSKDDIDI and you blush and you’re like okay ily mark JSKKD

everyone EATS A LOT and then you go sit in a pile in the living room

you go to make hot chocolate for everyone and when you come back it’s , interesting how there’s only room for you next to mark . hm

you pass out the hot chocolate and everyone reaches Maximum Sleepytime

at this point you’re too tired to give a fuck and you just flop onto the couch next to mark and curl up into his side

he puts his arm around you to pull you close and this mf presses a tiny barely there kiss to your temple

you look up and like talk with your eyes

did u just

i did

yeah

and then you just settle back down

it’s too crowded in here for any Moves to be Made

bUT YALL BEST BELIEVE WHEN ALL THESE YOUNGINS GET OUT UR HOUSE

you’ve got the karate kid on bc ??? who doesn’t love the karate kid and all of your cutie friends are asleep in various places

but once it gets super late you start waking people up and going hey i love you but your mom called mine like 8 times you gotta gO

you make sure everyone is awake fully if they’re driving and to text you when they got home safe

at long last

you’re alone

in your house

with mark

actually where is mark

mark has disappeared ?????

you start looking around for him and find him in your room ???

“you snoopin thru my things ??!?!??”

he jumps and is like uHH but you’re like nah you’re fine idc

so he continues and he was really just lookin at what kind of books you have and the little drawings and paintings and knick knacks everywhere

you just sit on your bed and observe him

let’s be real he’s nice to look at and you’d be perfectly fine doing this for uhhh the rest of your life

he pulls a book off your shelf and starts flipping through it until he pauses at a page

and his face blooms into this big smile and he looks hella giddy

and you’re like uhh hey whatcha lookin at there bud

and he just keep smiling and it’s a little smug now wtf

“when were you reading this?”

“oh uh i don’t know i got it this summer at that cute little bookshop”

“was it, by chance, the day we met?”

“i mean maybe??? why ????”

and he shows you the page and it’s tHAT oNE WHERE YOU WERE DOODLING BITS OF HIM AND WRITING HIS NAME ALL OVER IT

FUCK !!!!!!!

you immediately turn tomato red and snatch the book in to hold it tightly to your chest

“uhhh i do that with uhhhh eVerYONE I MEET”

“aw i thought i was special:((((”

he’s creeping closer to you this whole time until he’s INCHES AWAY

he gently pulls the book out of your hands and places it aside before grabbing your wrists and uncrossing your arms

“personally, i think it’s really cute”

you blush even more this man knows what he’s doing

you mumble a thanks with your eyes trained on his fuzzy socks what a dork

he releases one of your wrists to push your chin up so he can look you in the eyes

“do you really do that with everyone you meet?”

“,,,,,,, no it’s just you”

“alright cool”

and then he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you close til you’re pressed together chest to chest AW

he nudges his nose against yours and you close your eyes because your god daMN HEART IS POUNDING AND YOU CANT LOOK DIRECTLY INTO THOSE BIG PUPPY EYES

he presses the sweetest and gentlest of kisses to each cheek and then to the top of your nose

he presses one last lingering kiss on your forehead before he tilts his chin down to press your lips together

it’s so soft and innocent wow i’m going to SHED TEARS WRITING THIS

and he pulls away and you press your face into his neck in embarrassment

he chuckles a lil and rubs your back, leaning his cheek against your head

“hey, you down there”

you say “yeah?” but your voice is muffled by his neck and it’s more like eh ???

“my girlfriend y/n will you be ???”

what the fuck

you pull your head back so you can look at his face which is turning steadily redder

“uh what”

“shIT uh i meant will you uh bemygirlfriend”

your confused expression turns into a shit eating grin and you’re like

“what was that :)))) i didn’t hear you :)))))”

he groans and rests his forehead on your shoulder and pitifully whines out

“please be my girlfriend :(((((“

you pick his face up and hold it between your palms and he pouts playfully

“well how could i say no to that face”

and you smooch him right on those lil pouted lips

“yes i’ll be your girlfriend”

he smiles real big and smooshes you against him aw

wow so now you’re mark lee’s gf

LUCKY BITCH

lowkey you get a few threats but as soon as mark catches wind of that he stands on the statue in front of the school and announces that if anyone has a problem with you they’ve got a problem with him !!!!

and he looks like: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

you drag him down while apologizing to everyone in the general vicinity

mark is. veRY CLINGY NOW

i mean no complaints here it’s just

wow

you’ll be standing at your locker when BAM mark is wrapped around you from behind and you get a hey baby how’s ur day right in your ear

in gym class he restrains himself since the coaches are always like LEE KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF

but he always whines after and is like

:((((( but you look so cute in my shirt i wanna squish you

whenever mark comes over you force him to let you draw him at least once

each time it gets easier since you’ve started to memorize the details of his face and the knuckles of his hands and the shape of his shoulders

a lot of times he just comes over to watch movies and talk

he’s not an eloquent guy

(“you all look like pretty grass :)))” - mark lee)

but he gets what he needs to say out and he enjoys listening to you talk about whatever’s on your mind

you’ve started a glow in the dark star sticker collection to put on your ceiling and each time he comes over you put a constellation up there

so you’ll lay in bed and turn off the lights and just stare at the ceiling and try to name them all

soon you’ll just get sleepy though and press your face into his chest

he uwu’s every time :((((

after he’s done being astonished by his Baby™️ he’ll wrap his arms around you and stroke a hand up and down your spine wow

Real Relaxation Hours

your mom will come home and find y’all asleep and then SHE uwu’s and it’s just one big cute MESS

he loves to kiss you right as he’s leaving like he’ll lay one on you then RUN to the bus stop

p.s. maurice is on y’all every day saying he called it AY

his other favorite kisses are when he catches you off guard and just turns you around and kisses you and you’re like

I’m Confused But I Like This

lots of sweet pecks throughout the day and then longer slower stuff when you’re home and alone and relaxing

leaves hickeys on your neck literally just to be annoying

it’s oKAY THO DONT TELL HIM YOU LIKE IT

months pass and youve said your first “i love you’s” to each other and renjun is always like so when y’all gettin married huh

you both SMACK him simultaneously

but lowkey you would marry mark he’s the best and you love him so wHY NOT

but it’s early and you know that and you’re happy with what you have now :))))))

pls love and support our hardworking baby mark lee he is doing his best and i love him goodnight

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theleastcarefulofgamedevs · 5 years

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hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

hehe im lov u ceec :)

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house!

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl!

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role!

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it

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winchester-with-wings · 6 years

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Late Night Chivalry

Peter Parker x Reader

🕷🕸 Anon Commissioned on May 15th : A fluff Peter ParkerxReader 1.5k words. Sumthin like Peter and you been really good friends (you know his secret) and he ends up savin you from gettin mugged as you’re walkin home from hangin out with him earlier that night and he comforts you cuz of how scared you were and just him bein the little sweetie pie he normally is. Take as much liberty as you want, I just want sweet and savory feelins after intense action. I’ll donate on kofi, knows it’s me from the signature -🕷🕸

Word Count: 2400ish. Anon paid for only 1.5k but the story wanted to be longer :) That’s on me and I’m happy with the result :)

Trigger Warning: harassment, potential assault, mugging, language

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Between binge-watching Netflix and a few video game sessions, you and Peter still managed to work on a school project. Just like any other Saturday night for you nerds.

It’s past midnight when your eyes finally feel heavy with exhaustion. Peter catches you dozing once or twice, your legs tangled in his blankets on the bottom bunk of his bunk bed.

“I should go,” you say, rolling off the bed and nearly falling to the floor. Peter chuckles and groans. He hangs from the top bunk, his feet hooked on the rails so that he can dangle upside down while he watches you collect your things, stuffing textbooks and papers into your bag with no regard.

“You sure you don’t want to stay here tonight? I’ll give you the top bunk” he offers.

“As nice as that sounds, Pete, I gotta get home. Mom and I are making pancakes tomorrow morning. You know how important that is to her…”

“Yeah,” Peter shrugs with a frown well aware of your current home situation. He cared for you mom as much as his own Aunt May. You had grown up living in the same building as Peter ever since he came to live with his Aunt May. After your parents’ divorce, you and your mom had had to move; both he and May had felt the loss of their friends and neighbors.

“Still...I wish you didn’t have to go.” Peter starts climbing along the wall and up to the ceiling. He does it so casually around you now that you’d known his secret for a year or so now. He starts dangling from the ceiling. His apparent desire to stall your retreat has you taking a seat and munching on some cheetos. “Hey, remember when your mom and May would let us have sleepovers?”

“Yeah, and remember how they stopped letting us do that when we were each other’s first kiss. You really think they’ll let us have a sleepover as teenagers? What with having gone through puberty?” you roll your eyes. Your mention of your shared first kiss carried no awkwardness with it.

“Yeah. Puberty was pretty rough on you too, huh?” Peter teases and you throw a cheeto at him. He catches it in his mouth and chews. You can’t imagine how he manages to chew and swallow while upside down. “I’m kidding. You know what I think of you.” Your blush is faint and barely noticeable. Having grown up together, the two of you had entertained the notion of dating once or twice. The timing was never really right and luckily it hadn’t affected your friendship. “I just worry about you. That’s why I don’t want you to go. I don’t like that you live so far away now.”

“I know, but that’s how it is now, Petey. Mom couldn’t keep the apartment when Dad left. We had to move away.” You roll up the bag of cheetos and set it aside. Shirking on your backpack, you look like you’re ready to leave. You tug on Peter’s shirt to make him drop from the ceiling; you didn’t tug hard...like it’s not like you yanked him from the ceiling...it was more like a tug on a rope to signal your descent...he knew what you meant.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t be doing these late nights anymore,” he suggested, straightening out his clothes and hair.

“If you don’t want me hanging around anymore, Peter, just say so,” you tease, always only half joking.

“No! That’s not it at all! I just don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.”

“Don’t worry. I have pepper spray. Dad gave it to me...before I went on my first date.” You tap Peter on the nose. He sighs.

“Oh, I thought you were going to say that’s what he gave you before he left.”

“Well that’s just sad and mean. No, he got me a new cell phone that day.”

“Ouch.” Peter slings his arms around your shoulders. Talking to him about your dad, someone who’d decided to leave with little regard for yourself or your mother, wasn’t such a heavy burden with Peter. You could tell him anything and he’d understand the serious undertone at the same time as he’d try to make things better. That’s one of the things you loved about him. “Just promise me, you’ll be safe and use that new cell phone to call me when you get home?”

“Of course! The new place is just three blocks away from the train station.”

Peter slips his feet into a pair of sneakers. “Okay...just let me walk you out, at least.”

Peter probably went out on a nightly patrol as Spider-man when you left. You didn’t think much of it. You didn’t worry for him as much as he’d seemed worried for you. But why should he worry? You’d grown up in this city--granted you’re in a new neighborhood but hey! Spider-man had made it a safer neighborhood, right?

The train ride was short and uneventful. You weren’t the only one there. Maybe a few older teens, a nurse on her way home, an old lady with a paper grocery bag (at this time of night? Sure why not?). You kept to yourself--obviously--and thought nothing of your short commute home until you were off the train.

You assume the four men at the stop are waiting to board the train you’ve just exited. You give it no passing thought. But when you start heading down the street, away from the platform, the muffled sound of their voices alerts you to the fact that they never did board the train. You hope they’re heading somewhere else but what are the chances?

“Hey, baby!” one of them calls out. You ignore them, pretend you have headphones in and you can’t hear them.

“Hey sweet thing! Hold up!” another one of them shouts. You can’t pretend you didn’t hear that. They say so themselves. You bring your backpack in front of you, opening the pockets to search for your house keys. The pepper spray is a keychain. Why didn’t you walk home with this already in hand? Because you were delusional to think you’d be safe after midnight in Queens? As your fingers curl around the key ring, you hear the heavy footsteps rushing towards you.

“Hey babe, why not answering us? You got somewhere better to be?”

They start to circle you, even as you press forward.

“Leave me alone,” you protest in an even voice, despite the fear and adrenaline rushing through you.

“Nah, you can’t just walk away. You just got off the train right? You gotta pay the toll.”

“What are you? Freaking trolls that live under a bridge? Leave me alone!” You stand up for yourself, shoving past one of the men and brandishing your pepper spray. They curse at you, lunge for you and grab at your backpack. You hold onto it out of instinct. The only thing worth anything in there is just your wallet. Why are you fighting for it? Defiance in the face of weakness, that’s why.

They get too close to you, overpowering you, one of them holding you back while the other two wrassle away your backpack. You yank your arm free just for a moment and aim your pepper spray at the closest man.

“Ah!! SHIT!” he yells, letting go of your bag. His friends are startled enough to loosen their hold on you and your belongings. You grab them and run. Just one more block! You tell yourself and your pounding heart.

“Get back here bitch!” one of them shouts. A quick glance over your shoulder and you think you see the glint of light bouncing off a blade.

“Hey! That’s no way to talk to a lady!” someone else shouts.

You’re stomach sinks--both with relief and fear.

Someone’s coming to help you.

But you know that voice.

You hide behind a bus shelter and finally turn around to look for your assailants. Right away, the whimpering man whose face is red and streaked with tears...he’s taken care of. His hands are still covering his face as he tries to relieve the pain. Instead, Spider-man’s webbing covers his face and hands, effectively gluing them together.

Spider-man swings in and rams into the same guy, knocking him off balance and into a wall. The other two, they turn to face the brave teenaged Avenger.

“You’re far from your turf, bugboy!” one of them growls as he lunges for Spider-man. He jumps out of the way and onto the side of a building. He shoots twice from wrists. The man is knocked off balance by his near miss and Spider-man is able to stick one foot and one hand to the ground.

“This is my neighborhood too. I can’t have you going around and mugging people!” Spider-man...Peter...jumps off the side of the building and lands a few feet from the third assailant. He stands up at his full height with his shoulders tall and chest out. “And I definitely can’t have you attacking my friends.”

Contrary to his usual style, Peter runs at the man straight on.

“No! He’s got a knife!” you shout. It doesn’t seem to register or matter to him. Peter is stronger than he looks. He tries to punch the guy but he blocks it and tries to restrain him with his webbing. But the mugger uses his knife in his other hand to cut the webbing and break free.

“Spider-freak!” The man shouts as he swipes at Peter. Peter jumps back, seemingly avoiding the blade. But you see his hand rush to his abdomen. He’s hurt! And he’s distracted enough that the mugger lands a few punches to lay Peter out on the floor. “Spider-man? You’re just a loser kid. Now get out of here!”

“No,” Peter groans, struggling to get up. The mugger sets his sights on you. You’re frozen, unsure of whether to run to Peter or to run for safety.

“Peter,” you whisper, too quiet for anyone else to hear.

“Karen! Taser web! High voltage!” Peter shouts and his suit responds. Peter extends his left arm and his webshooters let loose. The taser web fires in two strands and hits your would-be attacker in the back. The man loses his voice as he tries to cry out at the pain of voltage surging through him. He convulses and drops to the ground. Another release of his normal webbing and the mugger’s is stuck to the pavement.

Peter collapses too.

You’re supporting Spider-man’s weight as you take him home with you. He’s keeping his hand on his side and you’re concerned at even the slightest sight of blood.

“Peter, you idiot. Why did you do that?” you hiss, tears are running down your cheeks despite your best effort to keep calm.

“Idiot? Didn’t I save you?”

“Yeah, but...now you’re hurt! How did you even know?”

Despite his condition, the two of you are quiet as you enter your apartment building and head for your front door. Your mom is working a night shift. She’ll be home soon, just in time for breakfast.

“Um...I was following you...obviously. Like I said, I was worried about you,” Peter admits as you bring him inside and towards your bedroom.

You urge him to sit on your bed. You try to make him lie down so you can look at his wound.

“Stop fussing, Nurse Y/N. I’m fine. I’ll heal.” He even says this just as he uses some of his webbing as a bandage. You jab at his shoulder.

“Of course I won’t stop fussing! You scared me half to death! I was so worried about you getting hurt, Pete!” Your body is tensing up, the adrenaline in your veins dying off and bringing you back to the verge of exhaustion. Your knees feel like they’re about to give up but you feel like you can only muster enough strength to scold your friend for risking his life.

Peter pulls off his mask and taps his chest to loosen his suit; it pools around his waist where he’s sitting. You can see the bruises beginning to form on his cheek and stomach, and again the large gash in his side from the knife currently bandaged with spiderwebs.

He tugs on your hand and makes you sit on your bed beside him.

“Are you alright? Are you sure?” he asks you. You nod but it only takes another second before you start hyperventilating and shaking. “Oh geez,” he sighs and wraps his arms around you. “Don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

“The way they came after me...and then…” you gasp, “then you showed up and I was so scared for you. Peter...I know you’re Spider-man. I know you can take care of yourself but I don’t see you that way, Pete! You’re my friend and all I could see was my friend putting himself in danger for me. I was…” you tremble…”I was...scared,” you admit. Curling into his bare chest and he holds onto you even tighter. He hums and shushes you.

“It’s okay. I’m here for you. I’ll always protect you. I’ll always follow you like a creep, I promise,” his comment elicits a small chuckle from you both. He tries to lay you down but you cling to him. Eventually, you release him, allowing him to strip out of his spider-suit and into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt he’s likely left behind in the past.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whimper as he climbs back onto the bed with you and opens his arms again. “Don’t leave me. Don’t be like him.” Peter’s chest fills with a sharp intake of breath. He’s solid and stable, enveloping you in his warmth and comfort.

“Never. I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be there. As your friendly neighborhood Spider-man and as your best friend.” Peter kisses the top of your head. “I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you.”

A moment of silence passes as you relax and your tears of shock dry on your cheeks.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Peter’s arms encircle you even more, cuddling you.

“Of course.”

Your mother comes home tired and ready to crawl into bed, but not before she has pancakes with you.

She peeks into your room and sees Peter sleeping next to you. She doesn’t say anything.

She naps on the couch until you wake up on your own and when only you come out of your room she asks, “Will Peter be joining us?”

She doesn’t say much more, doesn’t question his presence at the dining table as he stuffs his mouth with chocolate chip pancakes. She knows he’ll always be here for you. That’s all she could’ve ever hoped for.

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28 - home alone

This is an original that’s been marinating in my google drive for a really long time... like, since I started this blog a little over four months ago. I figured since I’ve still got a little bit to go on the current request, I’d dig this one out to hold you over until the next one is posted!

premise Young Van and reader are going out, but are new to ~things~. One day, they find themselves home alone! Awkward, fluffy, embarrassing, and a little bit funny.

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Van wasn't listening to music, which wasn't, in itself, especially noteworthy, except that he had his headphones in; it was all a clever ruse, one that he had cultivated over many years of getting people to leave him alone. It was the first day he had off of playing little gigs in weeks, and he had arranged to meet you in the bed & breakfast after you got out of school. Mary had an irritating habit of wanting Van to work if he was in proximity, even if he had time off, so deception was necessary if he were to sit behind the counter and fend off Mary's attempts at getting him to serve guests. He situated himself behind the counter at an angle that allowed him a view of the direction you would be coming from and absentmindedly staring out the window. This way, it looked to Mary like Van was at least trying to help and was doing a bad job of it, when, in reality, he wasn't trying to help and he wasn't exerting himself. Victory: Van McCann.

Mary passed behind him, grumbling loudly, and Van just stared, furrowing his brow in apparent concentration. He even let his mouth hang open a little. In his peripheral vision, he saw Mary stop at his side, hands on her hips. Mary gestured to Van and then to the counter, where a guest was waiting. Van tilted his head at the iPod he wasn’t listening to and rested his chin on his fist.

"Van."

"Huh."

"Are you going to help?" Mary indicated the guest with a few quick jabs of her finger.

Van pivoted his head to look at Mary and then at the customer. He scrunched his face up and turned his attention back to the iPod. "I wouldn't bet on it."

"Van."

The corner of his mouth quirked up and he brought the iPod closer to his face. "Hang on," he drawled. "I just want to finish this son-" The bell rang and he looked up to see you come through the door.

"I'm leaving," he announced, suddenly at attention, tucking his iPod into his back pocket and rounding the counter to meet you.

"Oh no," Mary deadpanned. "How will I get anything done without you here?"

"Hey, you're the one who gave me the day off," Van said, hands raised defensively. You gave him a peck on the cheek. He tugged at your ponytail and kissed your forehead.

Mary sighed, tossing the order pad on the counter. "I hoped that maybe you'd use the time to study."

"You should have stipulated. Can't take it back now – Y/N's here. You'd make her sad."

Mary looked vaguely disgusted. "You'd be sad not to spend time with him?" You swiveled your attention from Van to Mary, sticking out your bottom lip and making the most pathetic baby rabbit eyes you could muster. Mary winced. "Fine, go."

"Thank you, Mother Mary," Van singsonged, putting his arm around you and guiding you out of the bed & breakfast. He leaned close to your ear as they walked down the steps into the sidewalk. "I'm glad you finally learned how to use that pout for the forces of good."

"Well, you hardly ever have an entire afternoon off."

"So you do miss me?" he asked, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Yes, actually. You work a lot, whether it be at the B&B or doing shows cross-country." You took hold of the hand he had draped over your shoulder, lacing your fingers together. Your other arm looped around his back, your hand resting on his hip.

"I'm industrious and motivated."

"When it comes to your passions."

He shrugged, defensive irritation prickling at the skin between his shoulder blades. He didn't want to argue. You really didn't get to see each other for significant blocks of time anymore, with your school work and his two jobs and intermittent school attendance. "So, what do you want to do now that you've got access to me? Movie?"

You tugged on his fingers. "It's Thursday."

"Yes it is."

"I have school tomorrow."

"So do I."

You snorted. "Well, I actually plan on being prepared for it. By doing my homework." His brow furrowed. It sounded like you were trying to get out of doing anything with him, but you’d been excited about today since he told you he had it completely free of Catfish prep. You saw the look on his face and continued quickly, "I just don't have time for a movie is all. We could do something else."

"OK. What did you have in mind?"

You shrugged. "Nothing, really. I just want to get changed first, and then we can figure it out."

He turned to peer at you, which he thought was an impressive accomplishment when his face was about two inches from yours. You had to crane your neck back to look him in the eye.

"What?" you asked. He raised an eyebrow.

"You're being vague. It's not like you to be vague, unless you're hidin’ something. You're hidin’ something!" You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued, "What is it, a surprise get together with your entire extended family? Did your mom install a trap door inside your room that leads to the gates of hell, that will be triggered only by my DNA?"

"Van," you groaned, butting your head against his chin. "Stop."

"Fine," he muttered, kissing the edge of your mouth, which curved upward. He moved across your cheek to your jaw, and your fingers wiggled between his. Pretty soon he wasn't thinking about the plans for the rest of the day, distracted by the soft curve of your neck. He trusted you to guide your bodies in a straight line, fixing his attention on the feel and scent of your skin, not caring when you didn't warn him about an upcoming curb and he stumbled. He could feel your soft laughter traveling up your throat and vibrating against his lips. You squealed when he kissed behind your ear at your hairline, scrunching up your shoulder and pulling away.

"Oh God, that tickles!" You tried to lean out of his reach, but you kept your hold tight around his waist.

"Not supposed to tickle," he mumbled into your throat. "Supposed to turn you on."

You made a soft pfft noise and bumped him lightly with your hip. He continued kissing under your jawline until you pushed lightly at his chest. "Van, seriously!" He straightened with a sigh, arching an eyebrow at you.

"Don't give me that look," you said. "It's very distracting when you do that. Why is it that I always have to be the one to navigate, anyway? One of these days, I should get to be the one who latches onto your neck like a lamprey and you'll have to keep focused and get us safely from one destination to another."

"That'd never work," he said seriously, shaking his head, and you gave a little indignant scoff. "Trust me, you, I don't care that much about gettin’ anywhere. If you did that to me, we'd just have to give up on going wherever we were headed. So, it naturally falls to you, the responsible one, to be in charge of walkin’."

"Because if I left it to you, we'd just stand in the spot where we started and make out all day."

"Yep. Or, you know. Other things."

You laughed loudly. "Really, Van? In the middle of town?"

"Wherever you'd let me."

You were blushing but still smiling.

"Well," you said, ducking your head, "I'm not quite ready for exhibitionism just yet. If you can wait until we get to my house, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Van snorted. "Great, so we can make out in front of your mom? I know you two are close, but that's where I draw a line."

You smiled at him, a small inscrutable smile that spoke of things you knew and he didn't. He lifted his eyebrows at you questioningly, but you ignored the gesture, turning your head forward. His interest piqued. Van thought that maybe you both could duck out somewhere after you got most of your homework done. Your mum would know, because she always knew, but she'd probably let you get away with no more than the disapproving I'm onto you look she always fixed on Van these days. He wanted to be irritated by it, but, if he was honest with himself, your mum was right. Van had very naughty things on his mind, pretty much all of the time.

"Why are you looking so smug?" you asked, digging your fingers into his side.

He couldn't help smirking. "Do I look smug?"

You gave him an appraising look. "Frequently."

"Well," he snorted, spreading his hand out helplessly, "I don't know what to tell you, because I feel so humble."

You scoffed. "Right. That's the vibe I usually get." You affected a deep, laid-back voice. "Van McCann. Humble. Cool. Writes three songs a night and plays guitar and loves tea and bananas. Because he's just that cool."

"Alright, that's it," Van said, leaning down to kiss your neck. You blocked his face with your hand and giggled and he tried to pull you around to get better access to your face, neck, and the little dip of exposed skin at the collarbone. You staggered haphazardly down the road like that, finally becoming aware of surroundings when you stumbled and Van almost fell over you. You held on to each other for support, your fingers curled into his shirt at his waist, one of your thumbs hooked into his belt loop.

You glanced around, breathless. "Oh, home!" you cried, letting go of Van to head down the path. He sighed and turned after you, scratching the back of his head and feeling acutely aware of all the places on his body that had been pressing up against you but weren't anymore.

You sort of jog-skipped through your yard and up the steps of the porch, arms flapping oddly by your sides. He'd never seen anyone so abysmal at doing anything remotely related to physical exertion. As he walked after you, he noticed that the yard was empty. No car. No mother. He looked up at you, where you were waiting for him at the door with a look of triumph.

"I win!" you said, sounding a little giddy.

Van studied you, smirking. He indicated the empty yard with a wave of his hand and raised his eyebrows. "No mum?"

You scanned the yard as though noticing it yourself for the first time. "Huh," you said lightly, and pushed through the door.

He watched you go in the house, mind racing. A lot of thoughts were running through his head, but the most important were: you, house, and alone. He practically sprinted up the steps after you, surprised that you were already in the kitchen by the time he got inside. You dropped your backpack and took off your school sweater, tossing it into your bedroom. Van lingered in the archway, watching you expectantly. You said nothing and wouldn't meet his eye. Very suspicious.

"How long is your mum going to be gone?" he asked, shuffling cautiously into the room, checking around corners as though expecting her to pop out and surprise him.

You circled around to the opposite side of the room so the table separated you from him. "For being alone in a house with your girlfriend, you seem awfully interested in my mother." You tugged the elastic band out of your hair, shaking your fingers through it casually.

Van grabbed the back of a chair, leaning over it toward you. "Well, your mother's whereabouts and the duration of her absence have a direct bearing on what I do with my girlfriend in an empty house."

"Oh, you think so?"

He gave you a serious look. "Y/N."

"You want a soda? I'm thirsty." You turned around and opened the refrigerator, sticking your head behind the door. Van got the feeling you were laughing at him.

He couldn't quite figure out what was going on. You were being a lot more playful than usual, and he had it at about a fifty/fifty chance that either something terrible was going to befall him, or he was actually alone in a house with you for an afternoon. Banking on the latter, he decided to play along and pulled out the chair he was leaning on. He took the iPod out of his pocket and tossed it on the table, plopping down in the seat.

"Sure, I'll take something to drink."

You emerged with two soda cans and walked around the table to stand in front of him, placing both of the drinks on the table and crossing your hands behind your back. "And, since you were wondering," you said, "Mum has to stay at the inn tonight because of a big conference thing. She'll be there until at least seven. Happy birthday."

A slow smile spread across his face. "My birthday's not for months."

You swiveled your hips back and forth and shrugged, still not quite meeting his eyes. "Whoops."

You leaned down to kiss him, bringing your arms forward to hook your fingers in the holes in his sweater. You tugged him, pulling his shoulders away from the back of the chair, and he responded gladly, gripping your waist with both hands. There was nothing playful here, just a heady lust that drove all thoughts from his mind except for you – your smell, your lips, the crisp crinkle of your school shirt between his fingers.

You pulled back, exerting just enough pressure against his chest to let him know that he was supposed to let you break the kiss, and you lingered there, close enough that he could easily tilt in and drag his tongue over your bottom lip. You studied his face closely, searching for something, he guessed, but he didn't know what and his mind was buzzing too pleasantly to care. After a moment of just watching each other, he was ready to dip his head and kiss you again, but you straightened, keeping your hands fisted in his shirt.

You put your knee on the chair, just next to his leg, and he cocked his head at you. You mirrored his tilt of the head, mouth crooking upward in a self-conscious smirk, and brought your other leg up to rest on the chair so you were kneeling over him. Van grinned at you, dragging his hands down to the small of your back and pulling you closer. You scooted forward until you were fully straddling him, knees bumping the back of the chair and just your feet dangling over the edge of the seat.

Van laughed, feeling almost elated with surprise at your boldness. He had no idea what the hell was going on, but he wasn't about to question it, so he kissed you. You brought your hands up to cup his face, curling your fingers over his ears and then spreading them into his long hair. He worked down your chin to your jaw and neck, lingering at the base of your throat.

"Miss Y/N," Van murmured against your collarbone, "sitting in the lap of a delinquent? This town has come to expect better from you, and, as such, the board is issuing you a citation. For unsanctioned use of Van McCann as a chair."

You laughed, quiet and hot in the hollow of his ear, twining your fingers in his flippy hair at the base of his skull. "Van," you said, lips pulling at his earlobe, "the only times you ever talk too much are exactly the times I'd rather you shut up entirely."

"Another citation," he said, because he couldn't help himself, because he was an ass, "for being saucy."

You sat back, looking him directly in the eye, and for a second Van worried that he might have actually pissed you off. "Shh," you commanded, and set to work keeping him quiet by covering his mouth with your own.

He found the top button of your shirt and undid it, sliding his fingers inside to tickle the warm skin just below your collar. He plucked open three more buttons, not doing more than brushing his hands lightly over the exposed skin. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, biting him lightly. His fingers slid down your body to rest on the tops of your thighs, and he ran the heels of his hands up your leg, bunching your skirt to your hips. This was where you would stop him, he thought, you would pull away and say his name softly and he would return to safe territory, although, he thought with a private smirk, he was good at making anything dangerous.

You didn't react the way he expected, though. You shifted, breathing in sharply, and pushed up, pressing your hipbones into his palms. He felt a little lightheaded, the result of surprise and most of the blood draining from his brain to his crotch. He groaned into your mouth and dipped his hands under the hem of your skirt, rubbing against the soft cotton of your underwear.

Your mouth slid left of his, lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on his cheek as you whispered his name shakily. He took that as an invitation to go further, and he dug his fingers into the curve of your ass, running his thumbs over the sharp jut of your hipbones. You kissed his jaw sloppily with trembling lips, working your way down to his neck. Van cracked his eyes open, tilting his head back to grant you better access, and watched the ceiling blearily.

"Well played," he slurred. "Now you are the lamprey."

He could feel you smile against his neck and the warm brush of air that was your laughter. "And now I see," you said, voice muffled and quivery, "just how useless you would be if I did this to you while we were walking down the street."

He wanted to say something witty, but all he could think about was that if you ever kissed him like this in public, even if it were in the middle of the bed & breakfast and his mother was feet away, they wouldn't go any farther than the floor. So he just said, "Huh," lightly, and let his eyes drift shut.

This was maybe the first time he could remember you taking any kind of initiative, apart from the impulsive first kiss, which was something of a bittersweet memory. You weren't generally shy about physical contact, not since you'd gotten over the initial awkwardness long ago, and you were very receptive to his exploration, but you didn't explore in turn. You didn't bring him over to your empty house and straddle him. And you certainly didn't sway your hips back and forth while sitting in his lap, rubbing a tentative rhythm against the fly of his dark jeans.

You couldn't be aware that you were doing it, because, as far as he knew, you really did like him, and would rather not see him die from a fit of boner-induced apoplexy. But then your knees pressed in, clamping tight around his hips, and he wondered if maybe his girlfriend was evil or just sending him signals that you were ready to do more than you had. His mind was flooded with images he didn't let himself entertain except in his quietest, most private moments that came all too rarely – fuck Mary for renovating his room for the bed and breakfast but not giving him any walls so he could jerk off in peace – and a weak moan escaped his dry throat. He flicked at the elastic on your underwear with his thumbs. It would be so easy, he thought. It was vivid in his imagination – all he had to do was unbutton, unzip, and move aside two inches of cotton.

But they hadn't talked about it and he knew, in one small rational part of his brain that was still functioning, that it would be too much too fast. Even if you wanted to, even if you suggested it, it was too big of a leap from your relatively innocent fumblings to sex. He refused to be something you regretted. Apart from which, he didn't have any condoms on him, fuckity fuck.

With enormous regret, he let go of that fantasy, and turned his attention instead to something that was workable. You were obviously feeling adventurous, and, at some point, had decided you wanted to do the sort of things that might happen between teenagers who had a house to themselves without giving him an indication that you had come to that decision. At least, he thought, brow furrowed, not as far as he was aware. He straightened, poking gently at your ass to get your attention away from his neck. You sat back and gave him an annoyed look that almost made him laugh. He tucked just the tips of his thumbs under the elastic at the top of your thighs and stroked the flesh there, running down the joints where your legs met your pelvis. He lifted his eyebrows. "I have an idea," he said playfully, quietly.

Your eyebrows drew together instantly, breathing shallow and quick. "I," you paused, "I was planning actually on maybe doing something else?" Your voice increased in pitch with every word, so by the time you reached the end of the sentence you sounded comically childlike. Van laughed, almost dizzy with distraction. Trust you to make plans about this sort of thing.

"All right, what were you thinking?"

You looked away, fingers clutching his shirt. You glanced back at him and then down at his lap, embarrassed. "Um. Just…" you trailed off and dragged your hand around his waist, trailing fingertips lightly over the bulge in his pants. He thought he might have gone crosseyed. You looked at him from under your eyelashes. "Not, you know, everything, but we've been dating for a while and I've never… I've never…." You huffed and frowned. "You have done some very nice things," you said, "that I've never …had done before. And I was thinking, I've never… done anything like that for you." You tilted your face up to look him straight on, expression terrified. Your thumb was pressing against the button of his fly and he was going to explode. Metaphorically and possibly also in his pants, which would be a pretty inauspicious end to something that started with such promise.

He wondered dimly what you meant when you said he'd done very nice things – in his opinion, he'd hardly done anything, and he knew you'd never reached orgasm with him. He snorted mentally. And if not with him, then not at all. It seemed to him a very good idea to fix that problem. Not just a good idea, possibly genius. And your mum was going to be gone for a while, and they had the whole house and plenty of time for you to try out your plan. He swallowed hard, trying to figure out what you might have in mind. Everything he pictured further deadened his higher mental faculties, and he muzzily wondered what the hell he'd ever done in his life to deserve this, this girl in his lap whose body fit up against his like it was meant to be there, like connecting puzzle pieces.

"Babe, you don't owe me anything." You opened your mouth and he cut in, "Which is not to say that I don't want you to do … whatever it is you're planning on doing. But we can do both." He slid his hands completely inside your panties, running his palms from your hips to your ass, giving a little squeeze. "It's all about taking turns."

You stared at him with wide eyes and he saw your throat work spasmodically. He could imagine the pro/con list you were writing in your head. Pros: it'll be fucking fantastic. Cons: none. Well, maybe that was his pro/con list. He didn't have enough blood getting to his brain to do better.

"Okay," you breathed. He couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his face.

"Okay," he agreed. "Here." He guided you up so you were kneeling over his lap and extracted his hands from your underwear. You grabbed his shoulders, nails digging little furrows high on his back. With his right hand, he gripped your hip firmly, supporting you. His left hand traced across your belly, over your bunched skirt, down between your thighs, and he cupped you over your panties. You were staring down at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open and breath coming out in hot little puffs.

He stroked you softly with two fingers. "It's okay," he murmured. You nodded and shifted, leaning forward to rest your head against his neck.

"Hey, wait," he said, and you pulled back to look at him.

"What?" she asked, voice barely there.

Van' eyes tracked over your face, from your parted lips to your dilated pupils and the sweat forming at your hairline. He cleared his throat. "I want to see you."

You made a high, squeaky noise at the back of your throat, so he placed a soft, chaste kiss high on your neck. He settled back in the chair, half-reclining, half-slouching, so he was looking up at you. You licked your lips and closed your eyes, breathing deeply. As he added a little pressure to the strokes between your thighs, he could feel your legs trembling around him. He used his right hand to guide your hips, rocking them back and forth in a gentle sway in counterpoint to the rhythm of his left. You rolled your wrists against his shoulders, pulling up fistfuls of his black sweater, and whispered, "Van."

Van used his pinkie to push aside your underwear, and slid his fingers inside. You tensed around him and bit your lip, brow furrowing. He stroked slowly, intent on your face. You looked deep in concentration, but not necessarily enjoying yourself.

He rubbed your hip to get your attention but you didn't seem to notice. "Y/N. Are you alright?"

You frowned and squirmed against his hand. "Just – wait – there." You took a deep breath. Then, your face scrunched up and he paused. "What are you doing?" you muttered. "Move."

He snorted and complied, starting off gently until, with little shifts and different angles, he found a rhythm that worked for you. Your face relaxed and you made a low, long sound of approval. Van leaned forward a little and kissed your chest, right at the soft swell of your breast, and you moaned loudly. He dragged his tongue across your skin, following the edge of your bra cup down between your breasts. Breathing you in, Van thought this might be a nice place to spend the rest of his life. He kissed you again and sighed, feeling his breath reflected back on him off of your chest. You were moving your hips on your own, now, and he settled back in his chair to watch you.

Like this, you were glorious. Your face was flushed, eyes closed tight, and long strands of your hair were sticking to your sweaty cheeks. Your open shirt left your chest exposed, and he watched the rise and fall of your breastbone as you took in sharp panting breaths. Nobody else got to see you like this. No one ever had before, and this was all his, his doing, his memory forever, your first forever.

And suddenly you looked at him blindly, jaw hanging low as you struggled to breathe, and then you cried out, eyes squeezing shut tight. Your body was completely taught, knees clamping around his legs and fists pressing into his shoulders, and your only movement was the sharp, rapid rolling of your hips and your muscles contracting around him. Van thought it was possible he'd never been so aroused in his life.

You came back to yourself little by little, muscles relaxing, though you were still gasping for air. You leaned down and kissed him hard, uttering little helpless noises into his mouth. Some of your hair was caught between your lips but Van didn't care, just kissed around it. He supported you with both hands as the spasms of your muscles died down, still stroking you gently, slowly, until your hips stopped jerking. Van slid his hand out from your panties and rubbed his knuckles against your quaking thigh.

You broke contact, moving just far enough away to look into his eyes, panting. Van smiled and brushed his thumb over your lip, feeling like just about the greatest motherfucking son of a bitch in the world. You couldn't find your voice; you got out the first part of his name, a guttural little "Vuh-" before trailing off and leaning in to kiss him again. Your fingers started on his belt and you had it unbuckled when he grasped your wrists gently. You pulled back and looked at him, eyes dilated and confused.

"Van?"

He took a deep breath. "Just give me a minute," he said. You nodded and he let go of you to run his hands up your arms and shoulders to your neck. You leaned in again and kissed him.

You pressed your hands against his chest, fingers spread out over his pectorals. You trailed your palms down his body to his stomach, resting on the top of his jeans, and his muscles spasmed in response to your touch. He groaned and moved his hands to cup the base of your skull. You snaked your fingers under the hem of his shirt, tracing cold fingertips low across his abdomen, curling over the waistband of his pants. You rubbed little circles in the coarse hair below his belly button and he knew this wasn't going to calm his arousal into something more manageable, but he didn't care, couldn't care.

Before he realized what you were doing, you unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and were reaching your hand into his boxers. All his muscles locked up as your fingers curled around him, lungs seizing as he tried to gasp for air.

"Y/N," he gasped, hands clenching into involuntary fists in your hair. You were already moving, though, stroking him firmly, and he felt the sudden pressure of oncoming release within seconds.

“Slow,” he gasped, “slower, please,” but slowing down wasn’t enough to quell the passion deep in him. Your touch alone was driving him over the edge. One soft kitten lick to the tip and he was undone, coming hot and fast and wet all over your hands. Quicker than you had expected from him.

“I didn’t know you would…” you gazed at him open mouthed as you realized he truly needed that moment he asked for earlier.

You grabbed tissues from the convenient box resting on the table behind you and cleaned him up, and wiped your hands, trying not to blush magenta at your first failed attempt to please him well because of your impatience.

As Van' blood flow redirected itself to important places like his brain, he started to feel curious about how you had decided you'd wanted to jerk him off. He wondered if you'd done research for it, if you'd read magazines or asked those frightening girls at your school for pointers. Books, if they were available, were the most likely, followed by internet searches. He wanted to sneak onto your computer and check your Google activity. You noticed the look on his face and frowned, suspicious.

"What?" you asked warily.

He shook his head and pulled a piece of hair away from your face. "Nothing."

You tilted your head, brow furrowing. "I don't believe you."

He smirked at you, raising an eyebrow. "How long have you been thinking about doing this?"

You ducked your head. "I – I don't know," she stammered. "I haven't."

"Did you do research?" You looked up at that, eyes wide, and he laughed again. "You did! What did you do? Did you go to the library? Get anatomy textbooks? A Cosmo? Download dirty movies?"

"Shut up! I didn't!" He tilted his head back and laughed at the ceiling. "Van!" You punched his chest and your sharp little knuckles actually hurt.

"Ow, hey. Come here," he said, hand on your jaw and drawing your face to his. He kissed you softly, stroking his thumb across your cheek. "You didn't do it wrong, love." He shrugged."You're inexperienced. Trust me, we have plenty of time to get you to a pro level."

Your eyebrows quirked, expression hovering between amusement and annoyance. "Oh, yes?"

He affected a grave demeanor. "I promise."

"You're very optimistic."

Van nodded. "I am generally known for my optimism and my sunny disposition."

You chuckled and rested your forehead against his, rolling it back and forth slightly in a sort of nuzzle. "That was very nice," you whispered.

"Very nice," he repeated, amused.

You snorted, glancing at him from under your eyelashes shyly. "Yes. Thank you."

Van felt his sad, shattered pride stirring. He ran his thumb over your chin, then touched it to your lips. "Darlin’, you're welcome."

You smiled and kissed him again, laughing softly, and he marveled at how comfortable he felt with you. In spite of a regrettable end to his own arousal, he was already chalking up the afternoon as a success. He had been pretty great, he thought, and you were taking steps together that he hadn't seriously been entertaining a hope of. And he liked discovering all the ways you fit each other. The way you fit tucked under his arm when you walked together, the way your thighs pressed snug around his waist, the way his palms were exactly right to cradle your hips. The way you both could bring up just about any obscure subject and the other would understand and smile knowingly. The way you were both unembarrassed, disheveled and you with your skirt bunched around your waist and him half hanging out of his pants and you both laughing into each other's mouths. Or the way he was certain he knew you, the way he worried you knew him. His hands curled into the rumpled pleats of your skirt and he figured there were infinite ways for your limbs to fit together, to intertwine, to collapse together, and he was determined to find them all.

#van fic #catb van #catb van fic #vanfiction #mine #catb fanfic #catb fic

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jayphones · 7 years

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4:44 Album Review

How fitting that Jay Z is my first album review. When it has come to music, Jay Z has always been my first in music, particularly in hip-hop. First in what you may ask? Take for instance, Jay Z’s first album, Reasonable Doubt, was the first album that I bought with my own money. Jay Z’s song “Where I’m From” was the first song that I was able to memorize verbatim. When I got my heart broken for the first time, Jay Z’s track, “Song Cry” was the song that I turned to for consoling. Case and point, Jay Z has played a very influential part in my life. Therefore, it is only right that as I start a new venture, Jay Z would be the first album that I would review.

Now let’s get into it: What I love about this album the most, is that Jay Z makes it clear from the first track that this is not a Jay Z album; it is a Shawn Carter album. He makes his case from the very beginning with the song, “Kill Jay Z”. He sets the tone, especially to diehard Jay Z fans, to not come with the expectations of the MC, but the wisdoms of the man, Shawn Carter. Compared to his former self, he comes off more vulnerable and gives you a sneak peek into his personal life.

Unlike, Jay Z, Shawn Carter is not afraid to admit his flaws like the highly publicized infidelity that we speculated from the Beyoncé “Lemonade” album. Some old Jay Z habits do present itself, though, throughout the album, such as when he addresses the antics of Kanye West. “You got high on life, that shit drugged you / You walkin’ around like you invincible / You dropped outta school, you lost your principles / I know people backstab you, I felt bad too / But this “fuck everybody” attitude ain’t natural”.

Nothing like a good Jay Z jab.

Another important track on this album is “The Story of OJ” which is funny to me because Jay Z has been accused of not touching on issues in the black community. Even though I disagree with that sentiment, he is making a more conscious effort to make it more prevalent in the work that he presents. Even the chorus, is a blatant reminder of the constant plight of being black in America. “Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga / rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga / still nigga, still nigga”. No matter how many fancy suits you wear, how many checks you get, how much you may collaborate with [them], or how much you play their game, you are still a NIGGER to [them].

Talk about a harsh reality.

Jay Z samples Stevie Wonder on his track “Smile” (which is my favorite track), to help shed light on very deep topics about his life, such as his mother being a lesbian. These samples help the listener relate more to Jay Z’s emotions and insecurities. You can hear that he questions himself in the ability to love, and the samples that he uses helps drive that home. You can hear this on the track titled “4:44”, where he apologizes to his wife for his failures as a husband.

This album to me is not about Jay Z apologizing for his failures. It is more about Shawn Carter’s triumph as a father, in becoming an improved husband, and a better businessperson, as portrayed on “Legacy”.

I would love to delve more into this album, but I feel like should take a listen to the amazing lyricist that Jay Z… excuse me, Shawn Carter is.

I felt compelled for this to be my first album review, because just like Jay Z, I too, am going through relationship problems that I am trying to improve. This album has given me some guidance into properly handling a relationship, not just a relationship with my significant other, but with my goals, my self-esteem, and being more comfortable in my own skin and facing life’s battles.

My rating for this album: HEADPHONE WORTHY

#hip hop #album review #jay z #rap #4:44

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oh-no-its-mo · 7 years

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what dream you had about jimin nd you 👀👀👀

i just woke up and i forgot i even say something about itsjshtidhd WELP WERE WE GO

ok so i was at our house (you know cuz we was a couple and all dat) and i like ‘okie ik he been workin hard so ima cook all his fav foods and do what ever he wanna do dis his night’ trinna be cute 🙄

im in the kitchen cookin and listening to my lil music and about a hour and a half passed and i hear the front door so my lil excited ass starts cheesin and shit and i yell from the kitchen ‘hi bby welcome home! how was your day ☺️’ but i didn’t get a reply so im like ?????? what da hale 😦 and i got to thinkin ‘okie maybe he got headphones on or something’ so i walk to the kitchen table where he could see me from the living room and i said it again but a lil louder cuz you know… I THOUGHT HE HAD ON HEADPHONES 😤

dis mf look up from his phone and i looked at his ears for the headphones and i ain’t see none… so im like 'okie maybe he ain’t hear me with my music on and all the pots and pans clickin together’ trinna give him the benefit of the doubt i guess… ANYWAY so he looks up at me and just walked passed me and went thru the kitchen and went to our room

at this point im kinda upset but im more confused cuz when he usually comes home hes huggin me and kissin my forehead yellin about how much he missed me but he just ignored my ass 😭 im still standing there trinna figure out if i did or said anything to make me ignore me like that but the night before we watched movies together and that morning we made breakfast together ssoooo 3+2= taes long toes?????? ion understand 🚶🏽‍♀️

so i walk back to the stove cuz even tho he ina mood i still gotta eat and i cant burn no food 💀 so im bent over getting the food out and i feel some hands on my hips and something on my butt and i instantly rolled my eyes cuz for 1 he seemed like he had a attitude and 2 he looked me in my eyes ignored what i said and walked away SOOOO i wasn’t havin it 🙅🏽 i stand up straight organizing the food on the stovetop MIND YOU DIS BOI STILL BEHIND ME GRABBIN ON ME AND SHIT and im just actin like he ain’t there goin about my business

i guess he started gettin frustrated cuz i wasn’t responding to him and he started kissin on my neck and ngl… ya girl was gettin kinda weak but im too petty so i was still trying to ignore his ass cuz he not boutta ignore them kiss on me thinkin ima cave tf 🙎🏽 so i stopped moving and i made this lil 'oh’ sound and i felt him smiling but lil did he know i did that cuz i forgot to put something for the food 🚶🏽‍♀️and i moved away from him to reach up in the cabinet for what im lookin for and all of a sudden i look over at the kitchen table and jimin over there but he look like he boutta knock everything off of it 🤔 so im like 'uhhh wyd’

fam… HE FUCKIN PUSHED EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i couldn’t even keep up ignoring him no more i got mad asl cuz i had a nice ass cover over the table with some nice ass decorations and one of em was glass so ik it broke gljfsjidtsfy so walk closer to the table like 'dude wdf is up with you!? you ignored me TWICE when you got home then you wanted to rub and kiss on me now you wanna knock shit off the table boi im boutta…’ and i started walkin away but he GRABBED my arm not no regular ass grab dis boi was hulk that day my damn wrist was hurtin and i got a tiny wrist 😭😭😭😭 but he grabbed me and i looked back like let me go leave me alone and he just starin at me and he started lookin down and he stopped half way and he smirked and at this point im creeped tf out cuz what type of dope he smokin 🚶🏽‍♀️ and i asked again if he can let me go and he gon say 'so you still wearin that huh?’

…….

ik he aint talkin about my clothes i wear around the house (it was the summer time so i had on a sports bra and some lil shorts cuz it was hot asf even in the morning) im like 'uh yeah i am is that a problem your highness’ and im rolling my eyes bein sassy cuz he don pissed me off and he yanked me towards him and ima stick… so my ass FLEW and i bumped into him and he lookin down at me and ohmygod… he had his long black hair and it was falling over his eyes and he had on a white t and some black cut up jeans and i was kinda shakin cuz 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 but i was still pissed so that feeling went away QUICK 🚶🏽‍♀️

he get even more upset cuz i play too much and called him your highness and he got dis look on his face and i stopped lookin at him cuz ik ima crack and get soft gigdigfzj and he grabbed my chin LIGHTLY and he was like 'you know you kinda upset me when i went to leave for the day right?’ and my ass lookin at him like wdf you talkin bout and he got to tellin what i did and i wanted to laugh but i aint trinna make nuffin worse… but my ass laughed chfidjdfxjf

apparently he was upset cuz when i was walking him out to his car like i always do some dudes saw me and i didn’t have on nuffin but my sports bra and my shorts (i probably should of covered up but usually nobody is outside at that time and that day he wanted to be all lovey dovey in front of his car and saying bye too longer than usual) and the dudes got to sayin stuff to me and he got jealous and tried to say something but i told him no and i just ignored the dudes and told them good morning and went in the house 😩 i didn’t want no fights okie favjidsuh

so i laughed cuz he jealous but who come home to me everyday 🤔 and i guess that was the last straw cuz he pushed me on the table and my scoliosis was screamin and im screamin wdf you doin and he get on top of me and im lookin up at him like 'are you fr? can you at least apologize for ignoring me cuz you really hurt my feelings’ and he got soft and his started rubbing my cheeks and and said this big ol apology and he kissed me and i got soft and we was being all cute til he like jerked himself against me and iiiiiiiiiiiiii wanted to choke 🙃 and i was shocked cuz we was just bein cute but he trinna do it???? on the kitchen table????? HUH????

im weak asl so i couldn’t push him away and he wouldn’t listen to me when at told him lets go to the room so uh he just…. went awf… on our table 🤷🏽‍♀️

#sorry its long sfkjsydjyzd #but i didn't know if you wanted all the details or not #ask #nsfr #???

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unpopcorned · 6 years

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“Hey, ‘Sika, you seen my headphones?”

“I’ve been home - like, six minutes and you’re already asking.”

“Y’seen ‘em or not?”

Masika shrugs a shoulder, pulls a lavender shirt from her suitcase and tosses it onto the bed, “In the living room. By the recliner.”

“Thanks,” Even with her telling him, Sam still lingers in the doorway of her old room, eyeing her. He’s gone through another growth spurt, a little over six feet now. It looks like he hasn’t really gotten used to it - hands and feet still a little too big. She can’t help but wondering when he’ll stop shooting up, he’s twenty now, “You like it out there?”

“Out where?”

“In the city. All those people. College.”

She shrugs again, nonplussed, “Yeah. Why? You thinking about it?”

“Maybe,” he’s never been the decisive type, he bites at his upper lip uncertainly. He looks like dad when he makes that face, “Ma’s been on my ass ‘bout it.”

“You sit around all day, I don’t blame her.”

“I don’t sit around all day. I got a job.”

“Doin’ what?”

“Burger place. Darius hooked me up.”

Her hands slow - carefully, she continues folding the pair of jeans in her hands, looking up to meet his eyes, “Darius? You been hanging out with Darius?”

“Not really. Andre and Steph lemme come around though,” He leans against her doorway. Masika knows her brother well - he’s a little more introverted than her and Kurt, she can’t imagine him around someone as loud as Andre. But she doesn’t say that, she’s not the older sibling here, even if she may feel as though she is sometimes, “They cool.”

“You like the job?”

“Nah, not really.”

“Mmm,” Masika nods, folds another shirt onto the bed - she’s planning to move the pile into the dresser soon, “You should start lookin’ online. If you wait around for somethin’ to happen, you’re gonna end up like Gran.”

“Y’say that all the time.”

“Because it’s true.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He’s already waving her off, leaving her bedroom to go and search what he came for in the first place. Masika exhales, pushes curly hair from her forehead - her room had always been the most stuffy, the heat blowing at full wasn’t helping any. Sometimes, she doesn’t understand Sam. No initiative, no motivation, she doesn’t know where it came from. There’s only so much she can do or say, he seems like the type that would be comfortable where he is now for the rest of his life.

She supposes nothing is wrong with that. At least, for him. Sometimes, she has a hard time believing they’re brother and sister.

Masika does a slow once over of her old bedroom - it still looks the same. Purple wallpaper with butterflies, matching dresser and tan carpet. A few posters and awards here and there. Mostly for academics. And then she spots her graduation picture on the far wall - her smiling face, Andre next to her, along with his ex-girlfriend and her classmate Dondria. Seems like a long time ago now.

By the time she leaves her room, the sun is already setting. She’d hoped to be out of the house much sooner, at least before her father got home. When she enters the kitchen, the first person she spots is her mother finishing up her homemade casserole, Uncle Eli was sitting at the table, a piece of half-eaten garlic bread in front of him. Masika passes by the couch in the living room, Sam is sitting there with his headphones in his ears, laptop in front of him ( Masika doesn’t know how that thing still manages to run ).

“You’re finished? Already?” Her mother asks when she gets close enough. Masika tries to reach over and swipe some food, it results in a swift pop to the back of her hand, “You better not have left any clothes laying around.”

“I didn’t,” Masika grouses, rubs at her finger.

“Good,” She looks back towards Elijah, “Are you going to stay for dinner?”

He shrugs, exchanging a look with his niece, “I should start headin’ back. Got lots of paperwork to finish.”

“You’re always workin’. Stay and eat. What would Mama say?” He looks close to rolling his eyes, and Tatiana glances at Masika, “Go and wash up for dinner. Your dad will be home in a minute.”

Masika’s shoulders tense up, “Actually...I was gonna go eat somewhere else.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?” Her mother’s thin eyebrows have picked up high on her forehead.

Masika avoids her eyes, “Darius’.”

“Ohhhh,” Obviously, Sam’s earplugs must’ve not been very high, he pulls one from his ear, grinning in their direction, “You still tryin’ to get with Darius? Outta your league, sis.”

“More like the other way around,” Her mother mutters, to which Elijah shrugs at, “That boy still at his mama’s house.”

“So is Sam,” Masika points out, irritated, “You don’t nag at him.”

“Sam is a child.”

“He’s older than me!”

Speaking of her brother, he’s entered the kitchen now, carefully balancing his laptop with one hand. Hopefully, it doesn’t fall - Masika doubts their parents will buy another one, “You liiiiike Darius. You like Dariiiuus. You wanna kiiiiiss him, you wanna fuuuuck him--”

“Samuel!”

“My bad, ma’.”

Masika swats at her brother’s shoulder, he skillfully dodges, “Shut up.”

“Good comeback, sis. You ain’t denyin’ it though.”

“I do not like Darius.”

“Good,” Elijah grunts from the table, “You could do better.”

Before Masika can protest, her mother is already speaking up, “What happened to that cute boy from your school? What was his name - Tyler?”

Masika’s nose wrinkles up, immediately she shakes her head, “He didn’t like my music.”

“Means he’s got good tastes,” Masika tries to hit her brother again, he sticks garlic bread into his mouth and flees back to the living room, “You missed!”

“Don’t you think you’re a little too concerned with that, Masika? It’s a pattern here, baby. First, Jermaine, then Gregory, Len, now Tyler--”

“Which one is Jermaine?” Elijah has looked up from his watch, which he’d been checking randomly, “Did you bring him home?”

“I never bring any of them home. You know why? ‘Cause they’re--” She catches the look her mother gives her, “‘cause they’re jerks.”

“You gotta put all your attention on a man. If you don’t, you ain’t gonna keep one.”

“Tati, don’t tell her no bullshit like that--”

“It ain’t! It’s the truth. Put yourself out there, sweetheart. One-hundred percent. You putting music over finding a good man ain’t gonna do any good for you...”

By then, Masika has already tuned them out. She nods subconsciously along with her mother’s words, it’s turned into ( “blah blah blah blah blah and another thing, blah blah” ) before Masika finally speaks up again, “Ma’, I’m gonna be late.”

“Fine, fine. You’re missin’ out though. Be back by ten.”

“Sure.” Maybe even later, if it meant not seeing her father’s face. She’d prefer to avoid him at all costs. There’s a chilling breeze when she makes it outside, Masika shrugs on her thick jacket, down the stairs of the porch and walking past Uncle Eli’s old car. Each stone on the sidewalk is different - some chipped at the ends, some with graffiti, some with chalk drawings, a line of them with a faded hopscotch board, Masika half-assed does it, nearly trips on the last one.

“Masika! Sweetie, is that you?”

It’s a familiar voice, Masika turns her head in its direction, lighting up when she sees Old Miss Patricia sitting on her porch, rocking back and forth on her old chair. Masika walks over, lingers by the steps, the elder woman watches her, bright brown eyes and all. Even with her husband passing away a few years ago, she still manages a smile.

“Hey, Mrs. G,” Masika stops on the second porch step, “You doin’ alright?”

The woman nods, she’s smiling down at her, “Mhmm. Diabetes messin’ up a little, but I’m good. Real good. Better seein’ you, baby. How’re you?”

“I’m great,” she replies, “Can’t complain, you know?”

“You gotten so big...” She’s staring at her, a fond look in her eyes, “I just saw Sam the other day, I remember when he was this big,” She makes a vague gesture with her thin hand, a few inches from the ground, “And that - that boy that used to come around here...”

“Andre?”

“No, no...that boy - that boy needs to learn some manners, Andre,” She shakes her head, “Always walkin’ around with a new girl, every time I see him.”

“You gotta stop spying out your window, Mrs. G. It’ll just make you angry.”

“Mmm...but - that boy. That used to come around here. Devin...DeQuan...”

“Darius?”

“Yes! HIm. I saw him and we were talking. Such a sweet boy. He’s gotten so big too. I told him - he needs to do somethin’ about that hair. I never seen a boy with so much hair...”

“Yeah,” Masika’s smiling, looking down to her shoes and then back to Mrs. G, “You’re taking care of yourself, right? I’m here for a couple weeks, I can come around and help you clean the house.”

“I’m fine, baby. Thank you. Your mama comes over here all the time. She’s trying to make me fat.”

With how much weight she has lost, Masika doesn’t blame her. But still, she keeps her smile. They only talk for a few moments longer, Masika makes a mental note to stop by again and help how she could, whether Mrs. G wanted it or not, “Mrs. G, don’t stay out here all night, okay? It’s gonna get cold.”

The elder woman only waves her off. So, Masika will be sure to check on her when she’s heading home later. Darius’ house is a few blocks away - farther than it was before since her parents had recently moved into a house with better plumbing. On her way there, she spots a police car slowly making its way down the street, graffiti on the wall of an old store, a group of men lingering outside of a liquor place.

As much as she’d missed home, it’s a little easy not to miss it as well.

A knock on the door, she hears muffled voices from inside - probably the television. Mrs. Jordan looks as pretty as ever when she answers the door. Pretty, but still very tired. The bags under her eyes never seem to disappear, no matter how many years pass.

“Masika?” Her expression lifts, she looks surprised and then beyond happy. She opens the door quickly, taking Masika into an almost too-tight hug, “Hey, baby girl! You look - I mean...” She holds Masika at arms’ length to get a better look at her, “How long it’s been, hm?”

“Few months,” Masika is practically beaming - Mrs. Jordan was definitely like a second mother to her, there was no denying that, “How’re you?”

“Good, I’m doing good. Still got a full house,” she drops her hands, looks at Masika in slight awe before she twists her mouth lightly to the side, “Y’know, you always show up at the most terrible times, girl. I got called into work, late shift. But we need to catch up.”

“My mom is having Sunday dinner this weekend. If you wanna come--”

“Of course. I’ll be there. I’ll bring the boys--Oh! Hurry up and come inside before it gets cold,” She pulls Masika inside of the house, and Masika quickly disposes of her shoes and jacket. The smell is homey, brings back old memories of crayons and running until you’re out of breath and cooking late at night, “Had to drop the boys off at my mother’s for the weekend, peace and quiet. Finally.”

Masika steps further into the room, spots someone moving out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Jordan puts her hands on her hips, “Darius! Come and say hi, boy.”

Darius looks the same, just like the last time she’d seen him. A couple times, she’d came to see him out of worry, after the funeral. Masika shifts in spot, looks at him expectantly. He doesn’t disappoint, as soon as he sees her, this cheesy grin comes to her face - a familiar smile, a bittersweet smile - and he’s stepping forward to hug her tight, rocking them both side to side.

“’Ey, Miss College.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” When he pulls away slightly, Masika grips his shoulders, looking him up and down, “You getting taller?”

“Nah, nah,” he looks close to laughing and he does - he’s gained some of his weight back, she can tell, “Your brother like a pole, though.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Maybe you gettin’ shorter.”

“Yeah? I’m gettin’ shorter.”

“Your hair’s all big - tryin’ to create an illusion and everythin’.”

“Boy--”

“Look at you two, hm?” Mrs. Jordan hasn’t left yet, she’s standing off to the side, watching them, “Remember when you guys used to build forts all over the room with the covers and--”

“Maaaaaa’,” Darius lightly complains, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling.

“I’m just sayin’! You two are so cute--Lemme get my camera real quick--”

“You gonna be late,” Darius tells her, almost laughing, “Ma’, c’mon.”

“Okay, okay,” His mother is already grabbing her purse and jacket. She gives both Masika and Darius kisses to the cheek, “I’ll be back later, okay? Love you.”

“Love you, too, ma’.” Darius watches her leave, closes the door after her. Masika begins to look around - things are still the same. A laundry basket in the corner, the same couch, TV in front of it, shoes almost everywhere. His mother still keeps things as clean as possible, even with four boys. It’s kind of amazing, “How long you in town for?”

Masika turns to face him, he’s making his way slowly over to her side, hands deep in his pockets. She shrugs a shoulder, “Mom wants me to stay a couple weeks. Might not.”

Darius eyes her for a few seconds, “'Cause your pops?”

“Yeah.” It’s nothing new - her dad wasn’t her favorite person in the world. She places her bag on the end of the couch, glancing towards a particularly photo on the wall - it’s of Darius, maybe around seven or eight, standing over a birthday cake, his mother looks younger in the photo. Younger, but still very tired, “You...doing okay?”

Their eyes meet, Darius stares at her. Then snorts some, thumbs at the corner of his mouth, “You ain’t--” A pause, “You ain’t gotta ask me that.” She remains silent, licks at her lips, “You ain’t gotta treat me like - y’know.”

“I know,” She tells him, her voice has quieted, “Sorry I haven’t been around.”

“It’s cool. Y’busy, Masika,” he moves past her, and she turns around to follow his every movement. He sits onto the couch, putting a notebook on the end table beside him.

“What if I say I’m not too busy for you?” She’s teasing, coming to his right to sit next to him. The couch dips slightly under her weight - the springs are so old.

He looks at her again, amused, “Yeah, you funny. Got jokes.”

She gets comfortable beside him, leaning the side of her head into her palm, “Mrs. G was talkin’ about you today.”

“Yeah, I be goin’ over there to help with her yard. She always outside. Her daughter was there the other day--”

“Diamond?”

He nods, “Talking about moving her into a home.”

Masika frowns, leans forward slightly, “Really?”

“Yeah, sucks.” He’s quiet for a moment, “You gone by Andre’s?”

Masika almost rolls her eyes, “Why? Has he done something?”

“Messin’ around with Lexi, from down the street.”

“Alexis Mitchell? The one with--”

“Yeah, yeah, her. Sayin’ she pregnant and shit. Andre been duckin’ and dodgin’ at different people’s house. Watch out for him.” Darius looks as if he’s about to laugh, the white of his teeth is stark against his skin.

“First of all, she’s tripping. You know how many times Lex has said she’s pregnant? Please. Why is Andre even with her? Wasn’t his friend with her a few months ago?”

“Jared? Yeah. I don’t get mixed up in all of it. Andre stay wilding out, man.” They talk for a little while longer, darting from subject to subject, no limits to what could and couldn’t be spoken over. Masika crosses her legs underneath her, leaning closer to try and grab the notebook on the other side of him. He catches her upper body before she can, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her sternum, “No touchin’.”

“I won’t touch it if you show me,” Masika tells him, feigning innocence when he gives her a look, “C’moooooon, you’ve had that for years. Lemme see!”

“You nosy,” he says, but he doesn’t seem annoyed by it, “Personal shit in there.”

“Mhmmm,” she manages to get a hold of it, twists her body away when he tries to half-hearted snatch it from her grip. Masika opens the notebook - the pages are frayed at the ends, old and worn, some had dog-ear bookmark on the corners, some words crossed out and replaced, entire pages filled with scribbled writing over and over again. She has to keep leaning away from Darius, he tries to round her side and take it from her again, but she’s quicker.

It takes a few minutes, she manages to skim through the majority of it. Some words stand out, she’s whispering quietly to herself as she reads.

“Darius...this is--”

“It ain’t nothin’--”

“--so good!” She turns to him in one energetic movement, he has to move back to avoid getting hit with her hair, “You wrote all these, right? Are they songs--” She inhales sharply, “Poems? Oh, my god, why didn’t you ever show me this?”

“Ain’t a big deal, come on,” he tries to take it again, she holds it away quickly. He shifts underneath her look, almost looks nervous, “It’s not like - it’s worth showin’ or some shit.”

“That’s what you think?” She stares up at him, brown eyes bright, “It’s worth seeing. And more than that, you should publish stuff like this.”

He smiles some, turns his face away so she can’t see it fully, “Stop messin’ around. Niggas don’t do shit like that.”

“They don’t do shit like that because they don’t use their heads, Darius. You do. Take advantage,” He still looks unsure, hands are back in his pockets, he’s not trying to take it from her anymore, “I don’t blame you for writing, you know. With everything that’s happened, makes things more easier.”

He looks towards her again, and she stands from the couch, right in front of him, holding out the notebook to him. Darius takes it, pressing his lips together briefly, keeps his head ducked but meets her eyes.

“When I started writing, my dad kept throwing out all my notebooks. Even if I hid them,” she says quietly, “and whenever I went out and bought more, he’d take out his belt and yell. Said singing should only be in the church...Point is, I didn’t need him to believe in me or nothin’. I did it myself.”

Darius smiles again, looks a bit bashful and amused, “Yeah? Y’takin’ public speaking at that school too?”

“What would you know about public speaking?”

“Know it’s a class.”

She watches him, seems to be thinking for a few seconds before she suddenly lights up, “Come to my Spoken Word show tomorrow night. It’s for the November Poetry Slam. Downtown.”

He’s almost immediate with his response, “What time? I’ll come--”

“And perform?”

“Masika--”

“Please, please, pleeeeeease, it’ll be so much fun, Darius! You’ll love it!”

He shakes his head while she speaks, “Not my thing. I wanna watch you though, you fly with it.”

“Pleeeease, c’mon. You can’t say no. You can’t say no or I’ll get mad--”

“Mad?”

“Yeah!” He’s trying to hold her away when she pulls teasingly on one of his braids, gripping her thin wrists in his hands, and she’s smiling, stumbling towards him clumsily, almost bumping chests. The difference in height is apparent, she has to tilt her head up to look at him, and he’s smiling too - face close to hers. Her smile falls once she notices the proximity, “Yeah...I’ll get...mad...”

Her words are trailed off, really quiet.

He’s staring at her, the smile has fallen, “...missed havin’ you around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” A pause, “Weird - I mean, you not bein’ here. It’s weird.”

“Sorry.”

“You ain’t gotta apologize, Masi--”

The door opens, sound of boots hitting the floor, Andre stops when he sees them, eyebrows high on his head. It takes a moment, but Masika gets the look - jerking backwards when she notices how close she is to Darius. Darius, on the other hand, looks annoyed, jams his hands into his jean pockets.

“Y’don’t know how to knock, nigga? Y’hands broke?”

“Nah,” Andre is grinning, making his way over to him, “You know what kinda neighborhood this is, don’t leave y’door unlocked.” And then his eyes are back on her, “What’s up, ‘Sika? When you get back?”

“This mornin’,” She crosses her arms over her chest, fixing him with a look, “And I heard about Lexi.”

Immediately, his smile is gone, he throws an accusatory glance at Darius, “Why you goin’ and telling everybody for?”

“It ain’t everybody. It’s Masika,” Darius sits back onto the couch, leaning back, placing his notebook back where it belongs.

“Man, that hoe ain’t shit. She been chasin’ me around, saying she pregnant for weeks now. Ain’t no baby, ain’t no stomach,” Andre argues, annoyed.

“Some women don’t start showing until at least three to five months,” Masika tells him offhandedly, “Why’re you even messing with her like that? I thought you and Drea were working it out.”

“Fuck her, too. She’s crazy - callin’ my mama’s house and hanging up all the time. She’s bugging.” Then he shrugs, “Females be all over me once they get a taste, you already know--”

“Man, shut y’corny ass up.” Darius says from the couch.

“Fuck you,” He flips him off, “Just mad ‘cause you ain’t pullin’ any. Ain’t like Miss Christian College over here offerin’ anything.” He gestures towards Masika lazily.

Before she can say anything, Darius lobs a couch pillow at him, hitting Andre square in the head, “Fuck you. Don’t talk ‘bout her like that.” It reminds her of when they were kids - Darius more of the leader in their group, Andre always joking around and playing subtle pranks until he got in trouble, Masika following both of them blindly ( the youngest of the group ).

“Alright, alright. Chill, damn,” Andre catches the pillow, grumbling under his breath. He looks towards Masika again, “You kickin’ it tonight?”

“No, gotta head home soon. Eat dinner.”

“You talkin’ to your dad?” Andre asks, curious.

“No,” Masika and Darius answer at the same time, she continues speaking, “But I can’t keep avoiding him.” As she talks, she grabs her bag from the couch, glancing at Darius, “Tomorrow night, eight.”

“Yeah, I got it, I’ll be there.”

“And you will perform--”

“Nah.”

“Darius.”

“Masika.” He uses the same tone as her, grinning briefly when she shoots him an irritated look, “I’ll be there. I ain’t seen you sing in awhile.”

She blows out air, rolls her eyes, “Fine. Bring your notebook.” Masika moves past Andre, he’s curiously watching their exchange, he follows after her, watching as she slips on her shoes, “What?”

“Spot me a twenty.”

“What - no. Ask Darius to give you some cash.”

“I already said no,” Darius says from the front room, Andre glares back in his direction, “Man, take y’begging ass home.”

“And take care of Alexis, if word gets to your mom, you’re going to be in trouble.” Masika says to him, narrowing her eyes at his surprised look, “I’ll tell her myself.”

“Don’t! Don’t, okay? I’ll handle it.”

“Good,” She leans around him, calling out briefly, “Darius, see you tomorrow.” She hears his reply, muffled - he probably went to the kitchen or bathroom, and she leaves Andre there in the doorway.

Masika rolls over in bed when she hears steps heading in the direction of her room, pulls the covers up to nearly cover her head. Like she expects, the door opens - she can see the familiar shadow cast across the length of the wall.

“...Masika?”

It’s her father’s voice. She hadn’t gotten the chance to see him, purposely roamed outside just so she wouldn’t make it back in time for dinner. Everyone was already in bed by time she’d arrived.

“Are you awake?”

She curls up tighter, forcibly closes her eyes. It’s silence for a few seconds. And then the door closes. Masika listens as his steps get further and further away.

“Waiting for someone?”

Masika looks up at the voice, spots Craig standing there, pulling out his earphones when he gets close enough to her. She gives a half-hearted smile, toys with the cross-necklace around her neck, “Uh, yeah. I am.”

“A...guy, maybe?” He shifts closer, settles along the wall.

Masika continues to look at the door, more people file in - but not who she was looking for, “Yeah. Best friend.”

“Best friend? The one you talked about before.”

“Yeah.”

“Darius, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure he’s comin’?”

She looks up at this, away from the door. Frowning lightly up at him, she says, “Yes. He is. He always comes.” Craig backs off slightly at her tone, both of them only looking up when Masika hears a call of her name, “Frankie, you made it.”

“Of course I did, girl,” She hugs Masika, lightly bumping Craig out of the way in the process. In her ear, she whispers, “Is he bothering you again?”

“Nope,” Masika’s voice is just as quiet as hers, only raising in volume when Frankie pulls away, “You auditioning for a nineties movie?” She tilts her head, motioning to Frankie’s long braids.

“Look, not everyone can have curly white girl hair like you,” Frankie tells her, “Plus, work been killin’ my ass.”

“I’ll get my mom to do your hair.”

“With her heavy hand? Hell no, girl.”

Craig leans over in their conversation more, “’Sika, you gotta be up in a second. Think they’re about to close the doors.”

She blinks, looks up, “Wait. No. Do not close the doors yet. Fifteen more minutes.” Craig looks incredulous, but he doesn’t have time to argue with her, she’s already pulling Frankie towards the stage with her - fluffing out her own hair and fixing her shirt, “Darius isn’t here yet.”

“Which one? The Jordan’s? Jesus, how many kids she got?” Frankie mumbles, helping Masika with her hair, “Too many.”

“Four boys,” Masika proclaims, “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too many.”

“Yeah, says the girl that wants like fifty kids. You gonna live in a shoe, bitch? Psh, puh-lease,” She finishes quickly, glances at the curtains, and then back to Masika. The crowd has already formed - Masika can smell the smoke, the coffee, leather from the old seats, soft music playing, “Ready?”

“Make sure they don’t close the doors, okay?” Masika begs, “Not yet.”

“Masika, you know they close ‘em at nine.”

“Please. Pretty please, Francesca.”

Frankie makes a face, “Never say my full name again and we got a deal.”

“Thanks a bunch,” Masika kisses her cheek before she gets on stage, before people get too bored with Craig’s long list of dad jokes he seems to have ( even though he’s twenty one and doesn’t have any kids ). Even in the short amount of time she has back in her home town, she still managed to get booked for the opening act for the show.

Her mother could not make it. Sam wasn’t interested. Kurt was out of the country. Elijah was working. Her father - well, everyone knows how that conversation would’ve went. But even so - she still sings to her heart’s content, there isn’t much that can stop her. She’d learned that a long time ago.

Most of the time, when she does sing, her eyes are closed. Towards the bridge of the song, she opens them - and she finds Darius there, towards the back of the club, along the wall and away from the crowd. He makes this half-shrug at her as a hello.

Masika smiles through the rest of her song.

“You. Were. Late.”

She punctuates every one of her words with pokes to his arm. Darius grins, facing her. The club is relatively empty by now, besides Craig speaking to the supervisor. Frankie had left earlier - right in the middle of the poetry portion of the show. She’d mostly come to hear Masika sing and for support, so she wasn’t bothered by it.

“Yeah. Got held up at work. My bad.”

“I’m kidding,” Masika breathes, “It’s fine. Really. I’m just glad you came. You know how weird it is performing on campus and you’re not there? It’s like I’m missing something.”

“You did good,” He pauses, looks down at the table they’re occupying, “...missed hearin’ you sing.”

A smile blooms across her face slowly, “Really?”

“Yeah, ‘course. It’s like what you said - somethin’ missing, you know?” She does know. Watches him, one elbow on the table, hand balancing her head. When he notices her staring, he looks at her again, “Wha’cha lookin’ at?”

“You. Waiting.”

“For?”

She nudges her head towards the empty stage, giving a smile when he immediately begin to shake his head, “Please, Darius. I would die happy.”

“Why you pressin’ me about this?”

“‘Cause you’re good. So good. And I know that from just lookin’ through your notebook for two seconds,” When he makes a light scoffing noise, she leans closer, “Just - try it. I promise it’ll feel much better coming out. It’s one thing to write it; another thing to say it out loud.”

“That’s why I write it. So I don’t gotta say it.”

“Darius,” She’s staring at him again, expression soft and open, “...for me?” Darius visibly hesitates, picks at the napkin in front of him; steadily tearing it into little pieces throughout the conversation. He looks around - as if he’s looking for anyone he knows, anyone that might say something to him or stare for too long.

It takes awhile. Maybe six minutes of coaxing, he doesn’t go to the stage, but it’s a step in the right direction. He clears his throat, picks at the napkin scraps more, “Can it be somethin’ - old or whatever? Wrote it a long time ago.”

“Yeah,” she nods fast, continuing to watch him, ��Whatever you want.”

He looks at her again, as if searching for something, so she reaches over and touches the back of his hand with her fingers, soon clasping their hands together. It’s a slow process, he can’t really look at her - she can tell - and he stares at the wall across the room, then drops his eyes to their hands.

Inhales. And finally, his mouth opens.

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