#of happiness whatever those are. rather than just working away aimlessly so some guy you don't know can buy a 20th house or etc. etc.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Crash Course - Bucky Barnes

a/n: this one? im in LOVE with this fic and im not even ashamed of it. there is just something about the MC helping him get used to living in the new century and im a sucker for it. so please enjoy this fluffy piece!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 3.6k

summary: Bucky is a regular at the café where you work at and seeing him struggling with technology, you offer to help him, teaching him the basics while you are both thinking about taking it a little further than just a crash course.

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The time between the morning rush and lunch time is always quiet, the café is almost completely empty, that’s why Bucky prefers to go out during that time, tuck himself away in the corner of the small but cozy place, a black coffee steaming on the wooden table in front of him, his laptop or a book or his phone reserving his attention, whatever he decides to put his energy into that day.

Today has been a rainy day, therefore the morning was a lot quieter than usually, not many likes to make an extra trip for a coffee in the pouring rain, so you’ve been enjoying the calmness, the soft jazz music playing through the speakers as you are putting away the freshly washed cups behind the counter. As if he has an appointment, Bucky walks into the café with a laptop under his arm, his cap hiding part of his face, but you can still see the shy smile on his lips as he closes the door behind him, the little bell chiming for a second time at his arrival.

“Welcome back, the usual?” you ask as he heads to his spot.

“Yes please,” he nods, shooting you a thankful smile.

You try to ignore the little butterflies in your stomach at the sight of the man, it’s almost ridiculous how you still get nervous when you see him, even though he has been showing up every day at the same time for the past about two months. You just can’t help it, there’s just something in those ocean eyes and perfect manner he always treats you with, something you don’t often get these days. Not many take the time to ask about your day or wish you a good one after you hand them their coffee, but Bucky is different. The same question falls from his lips every time you appear at his table with his order.

“How has your day been going?” he asks when you place the cup next to his laptop that’s loading.

“Pretty quiet, the rain keeps people away,” you chuckle, hoping your blush is not as apparent as it feels. “What about yours?”

“Just the same as usual,” he smiles softly and you nod, though you have no idea what’s usual for him. He might be friendly and quite welcoming when he is sitting at the café, he often chats with you about anything and everything, yet still, you know near nothing about him and his life outside of this place. It’s clear he is the kind of person that prefers to keep things to himself, but sometimes you are so desperate for just the smallest crumb of information about him. With the lack of details, you often find yourself making up things about him, like what his favorite dish is, where he likes to shop, what shows he watches on the TV. You might be entirely wrong about all of these, but it’s all you have.

Moving back behind the counter you busy yourself with cleaning it off as Bucky’s attention shifts to the screen in front of him. There are only two more customers in there and they are quite locked away in their own world as well, a college student working on some kind of assignment on her second espresso and an old lady solving Sudoku at the table near the window, sipping on a nice latte.

You can’t help but glance in his direction every now and then as you move the muffins around on the counter. He seems deeply focused, eyebrows knitted together as he is clicking away on the computer. From the looks of it, he is solving some kind of enigma, but when you walk past his table you see that he has an email open on the screen, his cursor moving around kind of aimlessly.

“Not finding the right words?” you ask, stopping to clean the table next to his that was previously occupied by a young couple. His eyes snap up to you before he huffs shaking his head.

“No, I’m just… terribly bad at IT stuff and I’m supposed to “CC” someone on this email,” he explains, using his fingers to air-quote as he glances back at the screen. “But if I’m being honest I don’t even know what it means,” he admits with a nervous chuckle.

You find it amusing, even cute that he is like an old man with these stuff. You’ve seen him struggling to type in a text message before on his flip phone that’s from the last century for sure and now this.

Placing the tray of cups down on the table you move over to him, taking the free chair next to him as you reach for the laptop, but you stop before touching it.

“May I…?”

“Go ahead,” he gestures with a nod.

You turn the device towards yourself as you click a few times, bringing up the option to send a copy of the email to another receiver.

“CC means that more people get the same email. You can put their addresses here. But you can also BCC people, in that case, the original receiver won’t see if the email was sent to others as well,” you explain patiently. Bucky tries his best to focus on the screen and what you’re saying, rather than the way your lips are moving and how badly he wants to taste them.

You haven’t been the only one feeling flustered and like a giddy teenager and Bucky didn’t choose this café as his usual spot for nothing. He spotted you the first time he stumbled in and the way you smiled brightly at everyone and the sweet chiming of your laughter made him want to come back the moment he stepped out that day. So he returned the next day and then the next day again… and now he couldn’t even imagine a day without seeing your eyes light up when he walks in while he can only hope you are just as happy to see him as he is to see you.

You help him send his email and you cheer in victory once it’s done and sent.

“See? It’s not as hard as it seems,” you smile at him gently, patting his arm that’s covered by a hoodie and your eyes fall onto his gloved hands on the tabletop.

“Yeah, I just have a lot of catching up to do from the past seven decades,” he mumbles under his breath, though he immediately regrets not keeping his mouth shut.

Your eyes flicker to his hand once again, then up to meet his gaze and he knows he just outed himself. He is expecting the usual: disgust, disappointment, even fear. That’s how most people react when they find out who he really is. But as he stares back at you, scared like a little kitten, you just smile back at him softly.

It’s not that you haven’t heard of the Avengers, because it’s impossible not to know who they are. You were just not expecting one of them to become a regular at your working place. The few times you saw him on TV he had long hair and his face was covered with a mask, so you’re not surprised you didn’t put the picture together. But knowing now who he is, you don’t see him in a worse lighting. If anything, you feel a little sad that he had to go through so much in his extremely long life.

“Well, feel free to ask any more questions. I’m not an IT guy, but I can help you with everyday stuff,” you tell him and he is in awe at your very normal, very sweet reaction. All he can do is nod as you stand from the table and grab the tray you abandoned not long ago, moving back behind the counter.

When you glance up your gaze meets his as he is still staring at you, nervous, a little anxious, but definitely relieved by your smooth reaction to finding out his identity. You shoot him a bright smile before moving to the table of the old lady who asks for another latte and as Bucky follows your frame move across the room he can’t help the small smile that tugs on his lips.

Your offer doesn’t stay unused. In fact, Bucky shows up at the café the next few days with a handful of questions for you, genuine ones, and a few he already knows the answer to, but wants to hear you explain them anyway. And you help him with anything, sitting at his table whenever you have a few free minutes between customers. He asks you about the internet, social media, online data bases and sources, going through a list from the little notebook he always keeps with himself.

The times spent with him are your favorite part of the day. You always look forward to whatever issue Bucky is going to bring up, fearing that one day he might run out of questions, but that just never comes. And you don’t know it, but your little sessions are the highlights of his days as well, listening to your smooth voice as you explain even the smallest things to him with so much patience, he is convinced you should become a teacher.

He thinks about asking you out every day, the question is always on the tip of his tongue.

What are you doing tonight? Would you want to go out with me? Do you want to grab a bite with me after your shift?

However he just never gets to actually say the words out loud. He is growing impatient with himself, he used to have no problem with asking girls out, but seven decades and another life as a brain-washed assassin later, this task feels way too impossible.

You’ve been telling him to get a smartphone for the past couple of days and though he seemed adamant, one day he shows up with a brand new one, still in the box.

“Oh my God, is that what I think it is?” you tease him with a dramatic gasp. Chuckling to himself he nods as he places the box to the counter while you are making the order of one of the customers. Today has been a little busier than usually, probably because of the special offer of 10% off from the new Cuban coffee beans your boss ordered in.

“I need a teacher to show me the ropes though.”

“Oh, Bucky, I would love to, but today is a bit crowded,” you pout as you put the lid onto the paper cup and hand it over to the customer, another one already walking in, eyeing the offer written on the black board behind you.

He didn’t even think you wouldn’t say yes, it never occurred to him that the timing might not be the best. You see as his smile slowly disappears from his scruffy face and your heart breaks seeing him like this.

“Yeah, sorry. Don’t want to keep you up,” he mumbles feeling defeated, but before he could grab the box from the counter, you put your hand on it, your fingers brushing against his gloved one, the tiny touch making both of you flustered.

“But how about after work?” you suggest and his eyes immediately light up. Spending time with you without any customers interrupting? That sounds like heaven to him.

“Y-you sure? If you have something to do, I—“

“Nothing to do,” you smile at him. You grab a napkin from the counter and a pan from near the cash register, quickly scribbling down your address before handing it over to him. “I’ll be home by seven,” you inform him as he glances down at your handwriting, noting how well it fits your personality. He then looks back at you nodding, as if he was just handed the best Christmas present ever.

“I’ll be there,” he smiles gratefully before stepping away from the counter and letting you work.

 Five minutes after seven, Bucky is standing at your front door with a bag of Chinese food in his hands as he is trying to build up the courage to ring your doorbell. He found out that you live just a few corners away from the café, so he found your address easily.

“Come on, dude. Don’t be such a loser,” he mumbles to himself as he circles his shoulders before finally pushing the button. A short, buzzing sound is heard from the other side of the door and he stares at the 6B sign in front of you as he hears footsteps from inside. A few moments later the door swings open and there you are, still wearing the same clothes from earlier, a bright smile adorning your face as you beam at your guest.

“Come on in!” you gesture for him as he steps into the small apartment. “Tried to clean up a bit, but if I’m being honest I’m starting to grow out this place,” you chuckle as you push a box out of the way. It’s a small studio apartment with everything cramped into one space except the bathroom. You have a double bed pushed up against the wall in the corner, a small sofa with your wardrobe next to it, a TV, a tiny coffee table, a bookshelf and a dresser, a little dining table near the kitchen with three chairs and a pantry right next to the fridge that stands where the hardwood floor changes into checkered tiles. It really is a tiny space that holds a lot of stuff, but all the gadgets and clutter makes it cozy, lived-in, a place that’s so much like you that he feels like he is peeking inside your head as he walks farther inside.

“I brought dinner,” he shyly holds the bag up as you lock the door.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” you smile at him gratefully, because you didn’t really have time to buy anything on your way home since you had to make a quick trip to the post office after your shift, leaving you no spare time before his arrival.

“It’s the least I can do for all the help,” he smiles as you take the bag from him and bring it to the designated living room area of the place. Bucky joins you on the sofa and he thanks all higher powers your place is so small that you only have a loveseat, giving him the chance to sit close to you. Your thigh brushes against his as you hand him a box and make yourself comfortable as well, starting your feast while he asks you about your day, listening to your every word intently.

When the food is gone and you’ve grabbed two beers for the two of you, he pulls out the phone that’s the reason behind his visit. He bought a simple one, not at all one of the latest versions and it’s going to be the perfect model for him to learn the ropes on.

You help him put his SIM card into the new phone and then you set his account up before finally gaining access to the phone. You start with the basic features, showing him how to make a call or send a text before moving onto the different apps and possibilities while he listens to you as if you were talking about rocket science, but in a way, it feels like that for him.

“And here you can switch to the front camera,” you explain as you push the button and suddenly, the two of you come into picture on the screen. “Perfect for taking selfies,” you add with a chuckle.

“Oh, selfies. I’m not too good with those,” he huffs shaking his head.

“Because you probably haven’t found your angle!” you smirk. “Everyone has a good angle.”

“You think so?” you knits his eyebrows together.

“Mhm, look!”

Opening the contacts you go to yours, choosing the option to add a picture that will show up on the screen when you call him, and open the camera to take one instead of choosing from the empty gallery. Holding up the phone you position it so your good angle is in the picture before snapping the photo and saving it as your caller ID.

“See?” you smile at him before handing the device back to him. He just nods, even though he can only think about how all your angles are perfect to him and that now he has a picture of you in his phone. “Let’s take one together!” you beam and moving closer to him you take the phone once again, holding it up in front of you, trying to fit both of you into the frame.

Bucky tries his best to focus on the picture, but he can’t ignore how close you are to him, he can smell your shampoo and your cheek is almost pressed against his as you smile into the camera. The corners of his mouth curl up as his eyes fix at your reflection on the screen before you snap the photo. Opening up the camera roll you take a better look at it and it’s probably your favorite photo that has ever been taken of you. Mostly because he is in it as well, smiling so sweetly.

“It’s a good one,” you say and as you turn your head to the side you realize how close you really are to him.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, definitely aware of just the few inches separating the two of you.

“I-if you had an Instagram I would tell you to post it…” you stutter as your eyes flicker down to his lips, the urge to lean in and kiss him growing with each passing second.

Feeling a little dizzy, one of your hands fall to his lower arm, the one that’s made out of metal and your gaze drops to where you are touching him, a panic filled look flashing through his eyes.

He thinks that this is where the moment is ruined, where you realize the monster he really is and decide you don’t want anything to do with him. He almost starts to apologize for God knows what reason when you reach out and your fingers start to work on the straps of his gloves. It takes a few moments for him to realize what you are doing, and he tries to pull his hand back, but you grab it stopping him from doing it.

“It’s alright,” you smile at him softly, your eyes meeting his as you finish what you started and pull the glove off his hand revealing the metal underneath the leather. Then you move onto his other hand and do the same, dropping the pair of gloves to the floor as you take both his hands in yours, thumbs running across his knuckles, feeling the difference between his own hand and the artificial one.

You see his jaw flexing at the touch and reaching up you cup his cheek in your palm, making him to look you in the eyes. The strong and confident man you see sometimes is gone now, fear and hesitation taking over his expression as your other hand keeps holding his vibranium one.

“I’m sorry,” it falls from his lips as he closes his eyes for a second.

“For what exactly?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You don’t have to hide yourself around me.”

“You don’t find it… scary?”

“Not at all,” you assure him. “You can’t be held accountable for what happened to you. Anyone who thinks differently is just an ignorant asshole,” you add grinning and it finally breaks his fearful expression, planting a smile on his handsome face.

Keeping your hand on his cheek you lean closer, your nose touching his but you stop before your lips could meet, giving him the chance to pull back. But he never does. Instead, he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours, finally making the fantasy you both have been daydreaming about reality. He starts off slowly, savoring each other gently, getting accustomed to the feeling, but it doesn’t take long before the kiss grows hungrier and your tongues meet in the middle.

Your hands rest at the base of his neck while his find your waist, pulling you closer until you swing a leg over him, sitting on his lap as you smile against his lips. His kisses feel delicate and soft yet very passionate at the same time, you love the dynamic you create, tugging and biting each other playfully, it feels like kissing him is the sole purpose of your life.

When it gets hard for you to breathe you pull back, eyes opening and finding his flushed face as he stares back at you with bright, joyous eyes, his lips slightly swollen, already making you want to go back to where you were just a moment ago.

“Who knew selfies could be so much fun,” he jokes making you laugh, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sound that’s so dear to him.

“I’m glad you liked my crash course on smart phones,” you grin down at him, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Do you have any more questions?”

Smirking his hand, his flesh one, moves up your back as he presses you closer, your lips almost touching his.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” he chuckles before kissing you again eagerly.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 311: Hand Gun

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “thinkin’ about dropping in some woke analogies of the very real and very presently relevant issue of racial profiling idk what do you guys think” and then shrugged and did it without waiting for an answer, and ngl it was a bit sudden, but I’m here for it. All Might was all “DEKU YOU NEED TO EAT” and Deku was all “OKAY” and took his hero bento and went to go stand dramatically on a tower in the rain whilst having some highly anticipated Vestige flashbacks. OFA II was all, “sup, I guess I’m not Kacchan... OR AM I,” and ngl I think he is?? Alternate universes anybody?? Hello??? But anyway, so OFA the First a.k.a. Yoichi was all “remember that time you guys rescued me from my evil brother and Two took my hand and we Had A Moment?”, and Two and Three were all “ahh yeah good times”, and it was very nice and very, very gay. The chapter ended with it being very unclear if Two and Three have actually lent their power to Deku yet or not lmao. Y’all need to get your shit together dudes.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “what if I gave a random bad guy a fucking tommy gun that shoots nails” and jesus christ calm down son. The Hawksquad, a.k.a. SQUAWK as per @hotchocolatier​, are all “time to drive aimlessly around town acting like Deku has a restraining order on us because that’s literally the best plan to combat the League we could come up with,” and I have no further comment. Hawks is all “idk about you guys but I want to know more about AFO and Tomura’s whole deal” and I can’t remember the last time I identified so strongly with one of these characters. All Might is all, “[EXPLODES???]”, and the chapter ends with that mysterious hot girl from the Tartarus breakout being all “HELLO I CAN TURN INTO A GUN AND I LITERALLY DON’T GIVE A FUCK” and (1) WOW, and (2) IT’S TRUE, SHE CAN, AND SHE REALLY DOESN’T. GODDAMN.

(ETA: so this wholly escaped my notice on the first go, and also has nothing to do with the chapter itself, but I only just realized that this chapter was scanlated by a new group, TCB Scans. they actually did a very good job, and I’m curious if they’ve found a new RAW provider, because the quality this week is actually crazy good in comparison to what we’ve been dealing with for the past few months. I’m gonna have to get caught up on what exactly happened here lol.)

so what will it be this week? more Vestige antics? more of Sad Nomad Deku standing on buildings and pretending like he’s some cool aloof antihero, as if he could fool us when we all know his hero backpack is secretly stuffed full with his nerd diaries and the remnants of all the hero bentos that All Might keeps giving him?? or, just putting it out there, just a crazy thought, but you don’t suppose we might actually cut back to U.A.? mmm. side-eyes emoji

maaaaaan I’m starting to get tired of this trend of beginning chapters by dropping in on random power-tripping civilians and/or Shindou lol. just once can we get a chapter that opens with someone I actually give a fuck about

oh at least Endeavor is here

A WHAT SUPPORT ITEM!??! HOLY SHIT DDLKJSLFKJL

lol somehow that’s more terrifying than bullets for me?? like I’m fully aware that bullets will fuck you up way worse and that in real life nail guns probably don’t work like this AT ALL and only have a range of like... hold up let me just google... up to 100 to 150 m/s and distances of up to 500m wait WHAT

okay wait. hold up. like I was expecting google to tell me nail guns only shoot a few feet at most, and instead the first search result is some CDC blog article that’s “dispelling” the “””myth””” -- please note my repeated sarcastic quotation marks -- that nail guns can fire 1400 feet per second, by explaining that actually they can fire anywhere from 315 ft/sec to 1,295 ft/sec, and that “it is in the pneumatic nail gun user’s best interest to handle these tools as if they were a firearm despite having a lower velocity” dlkjdslkjflkl

SO THAT SCENE IN IRON MAN 3 WHERE TONY RAIDS A HOME DEPOT AND BUYS A BUNCH OF RANDOM TOOLS AND SHIT AND GOES ON TO STAGE A ONE-MAN INVASION OF AN INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST’S FLORIDA MANSION HQ IS ACTUALLY TRUE. YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE FILM “HOME ALONE” IS ACTUALLY A DOCUMENTARY. “the Discovery Channel television program “Mythbusters” compared the penetration capacity of an airborne projectile shot from a pneumatic framing nail gun to that of a 9mm hand gun” HELLO YES AND A MERRY “WHAT THE FUCK” TO YOU AS WELL

anyway, so. there’s apparently a reason why the Number One hero, who can burn people with the intensity of a sun going supernova, is hiding here behind this concrete support column making frowny faces. nope. nuh uh. he ain’t about that. I don’t blame you buddy

so now he’s barrel rolling out of his hiding place and setting this dude THE FUCK ON FIRE because HELL NO. BAD ENOUGH I HAD TO WATCH THAT FUCKING MUSHROOM EPISODE LAST WEEK! YOU TAKE THAT SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE

LOL look at his face

I know the context is actually him being all “I know I’m responsible for basically everything that happened and so that’s why I’m so grim and serious about this mission to set things right piece by piece,” but in my mind this pissed-off face is 100% all because this dude tried to shoot his eye out with a nail gun. look at that. you made him go full flame face again. beard and all. protecting his face so that it can hopefully melt any stray nails that get too close. nope nope nope

good lord. so what’s up next. let me guess the guy fighting Best Jeanist has like an atomic chainsaw or some shit

lol nope we’re just cutting back to Hawks and Jeanist chilling in the Jesla after they’ve wrapped things up

Jeanist has got some serious Groot energy you guys jesus christ he’s like 12 feet tall

oh snap someone threw a pipe at him now

today is just the chapter of Endeavor being assaulted by random DIY tools I guess

I mean, I get why they’re pissed at him obviously; I would be too lol. but tbh I also don’t really understand the “get out of here we don’t want your help” attitude that all of these people suddenly seem to have?? like it if were me, I would be fucking DEMANDING for him and the other heroes to be working round the clock to fix their stupid mess. I mean who else is gonna do it?? it’s their mess, I sure don’t want to be the one to clean it up instead. anyways but whatever lol

oh shit?

so they haven’t dropped the whole “OFA secret potentially gets revealed to the world” thing yet after all. that makes sense I suppose, it did seem like that whole thing wound up playing out a bit too easily

anyway so yeah

the locals are definitely none too happy. well at least Dabi’s got something to be cheerful about I guess

so now we’re cutting to the interior of the Jesla and they’re chitchatting about the current investigation

oh wow this actually makes a bit of sense now. so there was a reason they were keeping their distance from Deku

please note that even in this abstract Endeavor’s-Mental-Image-Of-Him panel, Deku’s eyes still don’t have the light in them anymore :( my poor son

also ftr I still think using Deku as bait in this particular sense is the shittiest idea ever ngl. like sure, let’s let the sixteen-year-old run around battling miscellaneous escaped prison convicts while we stay several kilometers away ON PURPOSE despite the fact that you’re using him as bait to draw out the Big Bad, who just a reminder can destroy anything with a mere touch and who you were all basically helpless against. what exactly are you all planning to do if Tomura or one of the other League VIPs actually shows up to retrieve him?? are you even keeping tabs on him at all in real time?? jesus

(ETA: well that escalated quickly lol.)

Horikoshi is all of a sudden dropping whole pages of exposition here and I can’t be bothered to summarize this lol so just,

a big fat YES to what Jeanist said, though. that’s why imo they would have been better off laying a trap at U.A. rather than just wandering around out in the open. I assume they’re trying to cut their potential losses because U.A. is full of students (and civilians), but those students also happen to be more capable than pretty much anyone else in the manga at this point. and tbh they’re already in life-threatening danger regardless of how things play out from here on, so they might as well at least try to use the few advantages they have right now. U.A. is almost certainly going to come under siege at some point anyway, so they might as well prepare for it

lol I don’t think I’m explaining this very well because I don’t have the patience right now to break it down point by point like it really ought to be, so for now I’ll just say that imo “U.A. siege” stands a good chance of being the eventual endgame even now, and so this whole “Deku runs around being bait” arc is really just killing time until then lol. like and subscribe for more rambling nonsensical takes such as this. maybe next time I’ll even put it all into one single sentence for maximum meandering senior citizen rant value

well it’s nice that they’re finally talking about all of this I guess

we readers have known all of this for months now but this confirms the heroes are finally caught up. ALSO, Hawks is so fucking smart, as always. kinda wonder if things would have played out differently if All Might had let him in on the secret a bit earlier. probably that’s why Horikoshi made damn sure they didn’t find out until after the War arc lol

OH MY GOD YOOOOOO HAWKS OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

“anyone else wondering why AFO bothered to raise Tomura as his fake heir for fifteen years when he was secretly planning on taking over his body the whole time” YES, [raises hand] lmao Hawks where the hell were you when I was debating this “AFO is the final villain and Tomura is just his pawn” thing on multiple occasions over the past several years lol

lmao seeing them debate the metaphysics of OFA and all of its mystical bullshit is seriously surreal you guys

JEANIST HAVE YOU CHECKED OUT MY META TAG I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY ESSAYS. I ACTUALLY WAS PLANNING ON WRITING ANOTHER ESSAY ABOUT THE THING THAT I’M PRETTY SURE HAWKS IS ABOUT TO BRING UP, BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT WHOOPS, BUT MAYBE I WILL NOW LOL LET’S SEE HOW IT GOES

yes!!

WHICH AFO FUCKING ENSURED HE WOULD BE BY LITERALLY PLANNING OUT EVERY LAST DETAIL OF HIS FAMILY TRAGEDY, FROM SECRETLY GIVING TENKO THE QUIRK TO MAKING SURE NO CIVILIANS OR HEROES WOULD HELP HIM UNTIL AFO FINALLY STEPPED IN. I’M 1000% CONVINCED THIS IS THE CASE YOU GUYS. NOT JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT A FAN OF “THE WORLD IS A FUNDAMENTALLY SHITTY PLACE, ACTUALLY” TAKES BECAUSE MISTER ROGERS TOLD ME TO ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE HELPERS, BUT ALSO BECAUSE IT LITERALLY JUST DOESN’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE OTHERWISE. THEIR ENTIRE HOUSE CAVED IN FFS, YOU’RE TELLING ME NONE OF THE NEIGHBORS FUCKING OVERHEARD THAT SHIT AND WENT “UMMMMMMMMM” AND WENT TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON?? “DIDN’T THERE USED TO BE A HOUSE HERE, AND LIKE A WHOLE FAMILY, AND SHIT?”

LIKE I’M SORRY, BUT IT’S ONE THING TO SAY IT’S REALISTIC THAT NOT A SINGLE PERSON WOULD ATTEMPT TO HELP THE WANDERING TRAUMATIZED CHILD AFTERWARDS (WHICH I DISAGREE WITH AS WELL BUT AT LEAST THAT’S MORE SUBJECTIVE), AND IT’S A WHOLE OTHER THING TO ARGUE THAT IT’S REALISTIC THAT NO ONE WOULD BE FUCKING NOSY. LIKE THAT’S A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF “THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS” ENTIRELY LOL. anyway tl;dr AFO is a piece of shit and Tomura’s entire worldview is based on a magnificently intricate and savagely cruel lie more at 11

anyway so after all that ranting it looks like that wasn’t even what Hawks was talking about after all lol. I just went off for absolutely no reason lol oh well. instead it seems that Hawks is suggesting that Tomura’s carefully cultivated hatred might not yet have actually reached “can defeat OFA” levels even after all of that trauma. interesting!

don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here while my brain furiously scrambles to put together all the parallels between Hawks and Tomura that it never noticed before until exactly this second. like I’m not even sure that was the intent here at all (I need to check out another translation or two lol), but regardless my mind decided that now would be the perfect time to make the connection between these two twenty-somethings who both had horrific childhoods and spent years being molded by their respective manipulative guardians, and developed eerily similar “laugh at everything because what else can you do” coping mechanisms to deal with it all hmmmmm

anyway so they were talking more about their strategy, but now all of a sudden Jeanist’s phone is beeping??

AND NOW WE’RE CUTTING AWAY TO ALL MIGHT AND HIS MIGHTMOBILE DAMMIT so that means the call to Jeanist was actually something important then!! WAS IT BAKUGOU OMG. DOES YOUR INTERN WANT A WORD FFFKLFSJK please it’s been so long I just need a little crumb or two to tide me over lmao have mercy

anyway so All Might’s following the GPS tracking device he’s apparently got planted on Deku (which in my conspiracy headcanons he’s actually had for a long time now, like since before DvK2 lol because HOW ELSE WOULD HAVE HAVE KNOWN THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN GROUND BETA, PEOPLE) and thinking angsty thoughts about Deku’s sucky life

AND NOW ALL MIGHT’S PHONE IS RINGING TOO?? BAKUGOU HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU CALLING. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE NERD GODDAMMIT”

OMG

lol is he under attack or is he just finally giving All Might the slip like we all know he SECRETLY PLANNED TO ALL ALONG oh my poor dumb angstmuffin

OMG AHHHHHHH WHAT

DID ALL MIGHT JUST FUCKING DIE LMAO NO OF COURSE NOT, BUT WHAT

WHAT IS HAPPENING OMG

THE FUCK IS THAT. AT LEAST IT’S NOT A NAIL

OH IT’S A SPEAKER!! OMG DID THEY TAKE ALL MIGHT HOSTAGE

“THEY’RE HERE” WELP, TIME TO SEE JUST HOW SHITTY THIS SHITTY PLAN REALLY IS LOL

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE!!!!

omg. AND OVERHAUL JUST CHILLING THERE IN THE BACKGROUND ALL “WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME TO DO I’VE GOT NO FUCKING ARMS” YEAH GOOD RIDDANCE LOL

DOES THIS GIRL HAVE ONE GIANT LEG OR WHAT, LIKE WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE

-- HOLD UP WAIT, THE GUN IS HER ARM, HOLY SHIT SHE CAN TURN INTO A GUN -- OKAY HOLD UP BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY THAT IN BIGGER TEXT BECAUSE !!!!

YOU GUYS, THE COOL TARTARUS GIRL IS BACK AND HER QUIRK IS “CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING GUN.” THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! MY BEST GIRL MT. GUN IS FINALLY BACK ON THE SCENE WITH HER QUIRK “CAN DO ANYTHING A GUN CAN DO.” “I HEARD Y’ALL WENT AND NAMED ONE OF YOUR HEROES ‘GUNHEAD’ EVEN THOUGH HIS HEAD ISN’T EVEN A GUN, LIKE WTF IS UP WITH THAT LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE” DANG OKAY

lmao only fifteen pages this week, and STILL NO KACCHAN (THEN WHO WAS PHONE!!!), but man I don’t even care because finally we’ve got a cliffhanger that’s actually deserving of being a cliffhanger! hot dog. okay then

#bnha 311 #endeavor #hawks (bnha) #takami keigo #shigaraki tomura #best jeanist #all might #midoriya izuku #cool tartarus gun transforming girl #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[imaginethatneathuh]

Rejection: Technical Boy - American Gods

Technical Boy x friend!reader, romantic

Done for the January challenge by @americangodschallenges and edited by the amazing, wonderful, lovely @dragon430. Seriously, none of this would have been possible without her. Thank her, guys, thank her.

TW/CW: Rejection, arguments, yelling, physical violence (it’s brief but it’s there), and insults.

Word count: 3.8+K

•

Technical Boy laughed as if you'd told the funniest joke in the world. His chuckles bounced through the house, the echoes only hammering the spear of pain farther into your heart. After a few minutes, he finally quieted down, realizing you weren’t laughing with him.

"Oh, you’re serious? Okay, wow. Not expecting that.” He shifted in his place on the sofa, lifting his free hand to count his reasons. “Um, first of all, ew. Second of all, never say that again. And third of all, that is so gross, why would you say that in the first place?"

The sound of disgust in his tone was the last hit needed to drive the spear completely through your heart, shattering it into a billion, microscopic pieces. You knew he didn’t like you the way you felt for him, but you still found the courage to tell him. It was stupid, but you wanted him to know. After years of being friends, you thought he should at least know that you had developed more intense feelings for him. Yes, you expected him to reject you, but you never thought he’d be so harsh about it.

"Okay," your voice bubbled out as a quivering whisper, too filled with conflicting emotions to come out steady. “I should go. I have to work in the morning.” Standing to leave, you looked at him over your shoulder to see if this was just some sick joke of his.

He just stared at his phone and scrolled aimlessly. Without looking up, he questioned why you’d be leaving now. It wasn’t that late, and he knew for a fact, you always worked the late shift. You said yourself that you hated waking up early. He had no remorse for his words, and that broke your heart even more.

As the door slammed shut behind you, Technical Boy rolled his eyes. He'd see you tomorrow. He always did.

•

Water flooded out of the tub faucet. The cool water quickly warmed itself, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. Taking off your clothes, you stepped in, closing the curtain behind you and turning the showerhead on.

Your heart squeezed in your chest as you breathed heavily. The water's warmth and a thick layer of steam surrounded you, helping your body untense slowly but surely. But as your mind relaxed, the more it decided to bring up the memory of Technical Boy’s rejection.

Sinking to the warming, slick floor of the tub, you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Gently, you laid your head down and cried.

You hadn't expected him to like you back. That would have shocked you more than him hugging you. Still, his cruelty stung. His disgust burned you. He didn't need to go that out of his way to hurt you, to reject you. A simple no would have sufficed.

Water continued to cascade down. It did not judge your tears or your pain, one of the only things that wouldn’t. It, simply, was there, basking you int its warmth and surrounding you with the calming noise. The noise did not muffle your sobs, but it did make you feel less alone.

•

Hearing someone knocking at your door, you walked over, brushing away leftover tears and water droplets. Opening it, shock ran through you as you watched as Technical Boy stood there, scrolling through his phone. You didn’t open the door fully, not wanting him to see it as an invitation.

Technical Boy looked at you, nodding his head in nonchalance. “Hey,” he said.

Leaning against the door, you looked down. "What are you doing here?" You asked.

"Got bored. Kinda missed you. Had time to spare." He shrugged, slipping his phone away. The god acted as if yesterday didn't happen. Like he didn't reject you in such a cruel manner. "Does it matter?"

You wiped your nose, sniffling quietly. "Now isn't really a good time."

"Why? You have fun last night with someone or something like that?"

You could have punched him. First, he shows up, then acts like neither of you said anything about love or rejection, and now he's making jokes about you fucking someone? Rage boiled in you, but one look into his eyes and it all melted away. You hated how easily he could calm you without even knowing.

"What do you want, T?" You sighed.

"To talk to you. That would be nice." Getting closer, he pressed one hand against the door frame, leaning against it. "Come on, it'll only take a second. Maybe two."

Unable to say no, you moved aside, letting him in.

"Okay," you said, crossing your arms. "What do you want?"

Not even a second after the words left your mouth, Technical Boy pushed you against the wall and slammed his lips to yours in a harsh kiss. Your hands immediately flew up and cupped his cheeks as his hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer. Your bodies moulded together perfectly as if they were puzzle pieces made to do just that.

You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, but just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled away.

The god stared at you for a moment before leaving in a rush without a word. For a moment, you stood there, using the wall as support, dazed and confused and very, very angry.

Your crush just kissed you like his life depended on it after rejecting you. Shit like that leaves people with mixed signals and emotions/ But, worst of all, the kiss left you utterly breathless and wanting more.

•

Technical Boy’s foot tapped repeatedly against the floor of his limo. He lifts his hand to his lip and bites the corner of his thumbnail in concentration. His mind plagued with the realization of what he’d done, thoughts flowing back and forth like waves.

First, he rejected you, rather cruelly, he might add. After which, he showed up at your place, acting as if nothing happened. Then, he kissed you. He fucking kissed you. The one thing he swore to himself he wouldn't do.

Friends with benefits was totally something he'd be whatever about. Or just friends works, too. But, if he kissed you, as he did, that would mean he'd have to confront himself. That was not something he was ready to do.

He fell back into his seat with a sigh and stared at the roof of his car. If he closed his eyes, the young god could still feel your lips against his. He could still feel your body, the water droplets rolling off your skin, the heat of it, and your hands cupping his cheeks. He craved those feelings again. He’d had a taste and now he wasn’t ready to let them go.

But the god had made a mistake. One he had no idea how to fix besides ignoring it and leaving it broken. He didn’t want to leave it that way, though. The gods know he doesn’t want to, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place with no way out.

The limo rolled to a stop, and he stepped out with a huff. The ride wasn’t as long as he’d hoped.

The branches of large trees swayed lightly under the clear, blue sky of the countryside. A single white cloud drifted by, only to vanish behind the rolling green hills in the distance.

It smelled of wildflowers and grass, of mighty oaks and maples. It smelled of the wild and the unknown and the silent. If felt of them, too, as if every living being had a presence only he could feel. Birds sand melodiously high above him, flitting from one tree to another. The sun shone down, rays scattering to heat the dirt road and offer a little light through the emerald leaves.

He stopped and breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh air that nature offered him. He never really liked the outdoors until you came into his life and dragged him out all the time. He complained nonstop every time you did it to try and hide his happiness from spending time with you. But now he wonders if you had noticed, and that was the reason you did it so often.

Technical Boy shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked into the woods, old leaves and brittle twigs crunching and snapping beneath him. When he found himself far from the surrounding civilization, he screamed as loud as he could. It shattered the previous, blissful silence and echoed through the foliage, scaring every animal in a 20-foot radius of him away. He unceremoniously dropped to the forest floor, his throat burning from his shriek. But the ache didn’t stop the next scream of anger from rippling past his lips.

He was such a fucking idiot. If World ever found out how he felt for you, the bastard would use Technical Boy's love to his advantage. World could hurt you or have someone else do it for him. And that wasn’t something the god could deal with.

Technical Boy could lose you completely because of a stupid fucking mistake, and, as smart as he was, he had no idea how to protect you. From himself or World.

•

You said nothing when Technical Boy came home. Just stewed in your anger. The arsehole wasn't going to get a fucking word out of you. Not even a sound.

He sat on the sofa and pulled out his phone. Predictably, he didn't acknowledge what had happened a mere 2 hours ago.

Time passed slowly as the two of you refused to talk to the other for very different reasons. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but neither of you wanted to act on it. After all, that would mean you’d be claiming defeat.

He threw an arm over the top of the sofa and continued his scrolling. His fingers tapped th back of the furniture to restrain himself from doing something rash. Whether that be to kiss you again like he’d bee longing for or to complain, he had no idea.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. The silence and the glares you threw his way were too much, and he cracked.

"What?" he growled, scowling at you.

You looked up from your phone and shrugged in fake innocence. Out of sheer spite, you were downloading Tinder. Now, you had no idea if he could tell, but it did make you feel better.

The god's sneer deepened.

"You aren't seriously downloading fucking Tinder, are you?"

You shrugged again, not looking up. If you did you were sure you’d cave, and that wasn’t something you were planning on doing until he apologized.

"Y/N, stop giving me the fucking silent treatment and respond."

You simply flipped him off, starting to set up your Tinder profile.

He allowed himself to fall back into the sofa, his head falling onto the top. Defeated, he sighed. He couldn't muster the anger to be like that to you. Not right now.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, his head tilting to look at you. "Do you want me to apologize? Say, 'I'm sorry'? Well, I'm not. I'm not fucking sorry and I'm not ever going to be." He didn't know if he was talking about the kiss or the rejection, but either way, he was lying straight through the gap in his teeth. "I did what I did, Y/N. I can't change either of them."

Breaking your promise to yourself, you finally spoke.

"What I want is an explanation." You sat up quickly, your emotion taking over your actions. "Why did you reject me only to kiss me? It doesn't make any fucking sense."

He sighed and stood, walking away. He couldn't offer you that answer, not once that would satisfy you, anyway. You were always good at seeing through his bullshit.

"Don't walk away from me," you shout, reaching over and grabbing him before he could get far. "Just tell me why. That's all I want."

•

He pulled his arm free, anger starting to boil inside him. Not at you but at this situation. He just wanted to get away from it and act like it never happened, for your safety. But now he saw that won’t happen, so he has to solve it the hard way.

"Don't tell me what to do, Y/N. I'm a god," he growled, hovering over you. "You are nothing."

Your shoulders fell, and you step back in shock. The switch in his attitude wwas so quick it almost gave you whiplash, and his comment stung worse than a thousand wasp stings. And just like a wasp’s venom would infect a wound, Technical Boy’s words poisoned your mind with insecurities and sadness.

"You mean nothing to me. I kissed you because I felt like it. Because I could. Because I wanted to mess with you. No other reason but that. You're human," he sneers, looking you up and down in faux disgust. "You are a tiny little flea that does nothing but annoy me."

Tears slipped from your eyes, and he could feel his resolve weakening. He had to do this to you. He had to protect you. If that meant hurting you and chasing you away, then he would. As long as you were safe. As long as you were far from him.

As he watched your tears fall, he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and apologize over and over again. But he couldn't. Losing you like this, knowing you were alive and safe somewhere out there, was easier than admitting he cared for you and losing you in a far worse way to World. If he did this to you, you’d leave, and sure, it’d hurt for a time, but not forever. If he told you he cared and you were happy together, but he got upgraded, you’d lose him, and that would hurt you in a way he didn’t think you were ready to handle. And if World found out, he’d use you against him. World would hurt you, and if that did come to pass, Technical Boy wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Temporary heartbreak is easier than living a life loving one person that you can never be with.

He turned away from you. The god couldn't look at you; he couldn't look at what he'd done to you. "Get out," he said. "I never want to see you again."

That was a lie. A horrible, brutal lie that he hated to say.

And you hated to hear it even more. You knew it was a lie. He could never look you in the eye when he lied to you. He didn’t when he rejected you (you didn't know why you hadn't noticed at the time), he didn't when he was at your place, he didn't when he insulted you a few seconds ago, and he was doing it again.

"T-"

"Get out!" He shouted, fists clenching to keep himself rooted in his decision. "Just go."

Your arms shook, anger erupting at his untruthfulness. “No,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck the problem is.”

Years of friendship crumbled to dust as soon as you mentioned having a crush on him, and he gets like this. He acts like he never cared in the first place. It was fucking ridiculous, and you weren’t okay with taking his shite.

“Fuckin’ answer me, Technical Boy.” You stormed over, arms crossed and eyebrows creased in frustration.

“I hate you,” he said. “Now get the fuck out.”His back was still turned to you.

“No.” You stood firm and did your best not to let him get to you.

“Just go, Y/N! Just fucking get out of here!”

“N. O. Technical Boy. N. O. I am not leaving until you tell me why you’re so insistent on pushing me away and why you rejected me, only kiss me the next day. I want to know why you’re doing this to me. To us.”

“There is no us, okay. I was just using you! You’re a thing to me, not a person, not a friend. Nothing.” He turned to you and leant in closer, his face only a breath away from yours. “You mean nothing to me. Now go.” The god pointed to the door, hoping that this would be what pushed you away.

Getting in your face was a mistake of epic proportions that hit him like a brick in seconds. Not only could you see the hurt in his eyes but he was also close enough to--

“Fuck!” He shouted, stumbling back and grabbing his jaw in pain. His surprise quickly turned to anger. “What the fuck was that for?”

You glared at him. Your hand hurt from punching him, but you ignored it.

“What do you think it was for? Shits and giggles?” You spat. “Here, I’ll give you a fucking list, you arsehole.” Starting to count on your fingers, you named the things he’d done to you in the past 24 hours. “Lying, hurting me, insulting me, kissing me after rejecting, getting in my face. Oh, and did I already mention lying? Probably, but I’ll do it again because it’s really starting to piss me off.”

His nostrils flared as he straightened his spine. Internally, he knew he deserved it, but he couldn’t let you know that.

“Would you have rather I lie and tell you I liked you back?” The god challenged.

“No!” Your arms spread out. “I would have rathered you not fucking kiss me out of the blue! That’s what I would have rathered. I would have rather you just ignored my feelings for you than treat me like this.”

“I didn’t fucking start this, Y/N. This is on you.” He pointed at you, scowling.

You just laughed. “Me? I didn’t start this. You did as soon as you kissed me. All I wanted to know was why but then you started lying.”

He chuckled mockingly and looked away, his tongue poking at the skin under his lower lip inside his mouth. He was reaching his end, and he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer.

“Just tell me, for fuck’s sake. That’s all I want!”

And that was his breaking point.

”You wanna know why I kissed you? Why I lied?” He asked, frowning and his hands on his hips. He had lost all his fight. You weren’t going to drop the subject until you learned the tuth, so that’s what he’ll have to tell.

“I did it because I care about you. Okay? That’s why. I kissed you because I have cared deeply about you for years, and I was being an impulsive idiot. I lied to you because I’m fucking scared, Y/N. I don’t want you to die because of me. World is dangerous and volatile, and we don’t have the best working relationship. If he felt like it, he could have you killed just to hurt me. And when I get upgraded, you’ll be left alone, not knowing what happened or where I am.” His voice lowered, his anger turning into fear and uncertainty.

His eyebrows scrunched together in sadness, his emotions bursting like water through a dam. “I’m a god. One of modernity. We either burn bright and fast or long and low. World and Media play the long game. They know how to use people and mortal connections against those that piss them off. I can’t- I can’t let them use you against me because I pissed them off. I wouldn’t be able to handle that. I wouldn’t be able to handle losing you like that.”

Hearing his explanation, as good as it felt to finally know, made you cry. You hadn’t known that he cared about you like that. Maybe you were blind or stupid. Honest, you thought he never would care as anything more than a friend. But to hear this, his fear and love mixed together, it broke your heart.

“You care about me?” You asked, staring in disbelief.

“That’s what you got out of that?” He sniffled. “Out of all of what I said, the care part is the only one you picked up?”

“I stopped listening after that part, yeah.”

He laughed, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe you.” The god wiped away his tears. He looked at you with a pained smile.

Quietly, you walked to him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “For your safety, we can’t.”

“Says the guy who kissed me first,” you joked.

He nuzzled into your hand and kissed it before looking into your eyes. “I’m serious.”

“Then push me away.”

He couldn’t, and you knew it. So, once again, he kissed you, his lips moulding to yours perfectly. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, lips moving slowly in tandem with yours. He didn’t want to rush this like he did the last. He wanted to cherish it. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you as close as possible. Impossibly close to where you could feel his heart hammering in his chest. You were sure he could feel yours as well.

“Just tonight,” he muttered, slightly pulling away so he could speak. “Then, never again.”

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his and rubbing it affectionately. You opened your mouth to answer, but when your eyes met his, it was like you were frozen in time. His expression was one you never wanted to forget.

His pupils were blown wide, almost encasing his beautiful, blue irises in inky blackness. But still, his eyes held so much emotion, it would take years to sort through them all. The most prominent being love as it overlapped everything else, burying the unimportant feelings to deal with later.

His hair and clothes were slightly dishevelled from the yelling match and pacing from earlier, but in this instance, it only made him seem more attractive. He sighed gently, and his breath fanned over your face, leaving a heat tingling over your skin and the smell of mint in its wake. He mumbled your name at your silence, leaning closer and just barely tapping his lips against yours.

“Just tonight,” your voice comes out as a whisper, your lips gracing over his as you pull him in for another kiss.

Both your eyes fluttered shut, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, twisting your fingers through his gorgeous locks and pulling lightly on the strands. He sighed into the kiss, squeezing fistfuls of your shirt and trying not to drag you closer to him, not that you could get any closer.

Those are the last sounds heard in the house as you and Technical Boy spend the rest of your night together. That would be the only time anything like that would happen, so you both were ready to milk it for everything it was worth

#american gods #american gods fanfiction #fanfiction #technical boy #bruce langley #god of technology #god of the internet #tech boy #American gods January challenge #tw arguing #tw physical violence #tw insults #tw rejection #romance #imaginethatneathuh

[vegalocity]

The Arrangement, Fluff 42 while Red is working on moving out?

Prompt meme  42. “For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

I went with the moment of because i was listening to the Shrek 2 soundtrack and got really excited during ‘Ever Fallen In Love’

--

He had to be fast. He couldn't afford to pause for anything. But if he used his teleportation every magical being within a half a kilometer would be able to sense it with his nerves as frayed as they were. This had to be on foot if he wanted to do this without confrontation.

He had two bags on either shoulder, one full of the essentials, the other with his clothes and hygiene products and things. Of the Bull Clones an approximate twenty of them wished to remain with him and he had their AI's saved in separate hard drives in his bag, ready for new bodies once the ones they'd been recently using were destroyed to cover his escape. The last message he made on his home setup played in the back of his mind, repeating the words he'd spoken and hoping they sounded right.

“Start Recording....Hello Mother. Hello Father. I'm half sure you're going to destroy everything I left behind in retribution for my departure, but if you did decide to try and keep my files for whatever use you may be able to glean from them—doubtful, I've been working on a purging bug that should get rid of 90% of my old blueprints and research into any artifacts of power—Then consider this my farewell.”

The security system was shorting out, all the traps and precautions he'd spent decades setting up were going out in flames, making a clear exit through the Bull Clone's passageways just big enough for one fire demon to slip his way through. His parents likely distracted with a large majority of what kept them comfortable in their underground lair all acting up and going on the fritz at once. And if that was all resolved with a resounding 'break every piece of tech around them' then the handful of favors he'd called in would come in handy and he had a small yet aggravating set of demons ready to cause some distractions (and leave before they were actually in any danger, they weren't there to fight after all) until Red Son was long gone.

“Surely this must have come as a shock, to think that your ever loyal son would decide he'd rather run away and join Team Good Guy. Well... I suppose that makes sense, granted the five hundred years of pointedly ignoring I've been basically singlehandedly keeping this family afloat one might forget that I might be capable of making my own decisions, but I digress.”

One more turn, slide past the charging station he'd put up here, hope beyond hope when he undid the secret exit into the streets that there'd be no one waiting for him. He had one clone shell, AI gone running on simple manual commands, set up to explode right as he left to cover the exit as he left so he couldn't be tracked as easily.

Sure enough the charging station and the secret exit beside it were only guarded by one robot. The one he'd set up there. He punched in the exit code and the secret door slid open. He glanced at the panel again and shrugged, might as well. He lit up his fist into a flame and punched the panel, it cracked beneath his knuckles. The street was right before him. He nodded at the clone. “Self Destruct, access code 'Clean Getaway'”  The Clone beeped once and he had three seconds to clear it.

-Or not.

The explosion just barely grazed him, and it wouldn't have hurt at all if it were just the flame of the explosion, but with the explosion came the shrapnel, and with a stinging sensation and the warm feeling of blood creeping down his hand, Red Son realized he'd been nicked with some stray metal.

He had a garage nearby with a stealth truck—just as tricked out as his more iconic truck, just designed to blend into the city traffic easily—and he had to get there before he was in the clear.

“See, the truth of the matter is, I've been doing a lot of thinking about my life and what I want out of it lately, I'd thought that all I desired was the three of us together again. If our family was complete then everything would slot into place, but it didn't. And I realized I'd spent half of a millennia chasing after ideals and blurry memories. And I came to the conclusion that... I don't really know much about myself outside of the context of the family. But I used to know, And as it turned out, it was when I wasn't trying to plunge the world into darkness, so I figured I could probably do that again, see if it sticks this time.”

He heard a roar behind him, and his blood turned to ice. He didn't care if it would alert his parents to his presence nearby as his equipment went to shit around them, he teleported, a flash of fire zipping through familiar roads and ending in the hidden garage, The wind was howling outside amplifying his father's rage, but his parents didn't know which garage was the one he kept his personal vehicles in.

It was just the injury making his hands shake as he slid into his stealth truck he was sure—the purple one with red flames painted on the hood and sides, but to the outside observer simply a normal truck owned by a normal person who simply liked flames and purple—and quickly shed his more distinctive clothes and pulling a nondescript coat from the camping bag in which he'd shoved as much of his clothes as he could fit. Quick as he could he bundled his hair into a hat and replaced his trademark sunglasses with a big pair that covered most of his face—both of which he already had in this truck for this exact purpose.

He started the car and drove out as calmly as he could possibly make it look.

“So take this as my formal declaration: I'm moving out. Now, You're still my parents of course, so I'll avoid confrontations if I can, but I'm not playing this game anymore. I'm not being manipulated or tricked or forced into this. This is my decision. About time I made one for myself, right?”

Though after the explosions of rage went off, the city was not laid waste to, and the people in this area were used to threatening noises anyway so nobody seemed to care.

He'd probably change back into his normal clothes once he could ensure he'd driven in enough circles around the city he would be virtually untraceable and could made the trip to Xiaotian's home.

Xiaotian...

Only hours away now.

Four months, five days. And not a single one of those days went by without thinking about him. Without reminding himself why he was doing this, reminding himself why it was worth it. To have a future with Xiaotian. To be able to be with him without constantly looking over their shoulders for prying eyes. To have that smile, that laugh, that stupid sense of humor and that dumb thing he does when he's working on a picture where he scrunches all of his face up at once and twitches his nose like a rabbit.

“You're my parents, and I still love you. And I hope, by the end of this you'll understand why I had to do what I have done. If not, then at least you can understand this: doing anything for the person you love has turned out to be a genetic trait. And for him, I'll do anything.”

Five hours of driving around aimlessly. He grabbed a snack and saw one of the bull clones whom decided to stay loyal to his parents from the corner of his eye

Four. He saw the delivery cart dart through an intersection and leaned forward to try and grab a glance, unfortunately it was already gone by the time he could.

Three. He could sense his mother laying out a searching enchantment and rolled up his window, the protection charm on the truck keeping him from prying eyes.

Two. The sun had set and twilight blanketed the sky

One. He changed back into his normal clothes and fixed his hair as best as he could. His wound had mostly stopped bleeding, but that would likely change if jostled. He wanted to make a nice first image after four months, but he couldn't look anything better than driving around for almost six hours would do to a person. Though he wouldn't care if Xiaotian looked a little more rugged than usual, so he consoled himself with the idea that he would have a similar mindset and simply be happy that the waiting was over.

And now, a future.

“I’ll see you soon, but I doubt it will be on good terms. Goodbye for now. End Recording.”

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Amnesia - Let the Games Begin

A mixture of delicious fragrances engulfed the café, compelling those who were fatefully walking by to enter the bistro. While the intoxicating scents may be what lured guests, it was the diverse set of attendants that created loyal customers. Jack Rose was founded by Hyroshi Miya eight years ago after the passing of his wife. Kaori Miya was known for having a sweet-tooth and her obsession with the tragedy of the Titanic. During Kaori’s battle with leukemia, Hyroshi developed an obsession with baking, with young Atsumu serving as his assistant. At first it served as a distraction for the duo, and a source of happiness for Kaori. However, when Kaori passed away, Hyroshi wanted to honour his wife’s life, and so Jack Rose was established. Named after the two love interests in Titanic, with an eccentric menu that no neighbouring café could challenge – it was a massive success.

“Hi, welcome to Jack Rose. Please follow me.” The rehearsed dialogue was not short of any enthusiasm, despite having said it hundreds of times.

“Oh my god, she’s so cute!” The middle-aged woman cooed to the male stood beside her, who nodded in approval. His amusement was untraceable due to the dark lenses that adorned his face, but he too was enthralled by your uniform.

A sugary smile had painted across your fuchsia painted lips, earning you a few extra points with the couple. It was a simple act that came natural to you, serving at Jack Rose had never struck you as a tedious job, rather it was a pleasurable experience.

After leading the pair to their assigned seat, a gentle hand had pressed into your lower back indicating that your replacement had arrived.

“Thank you, y/n. I will take it from here,” The mocha haired boy radiated an alluring aura, instantly capturing the interest of the two patrons. “Hi. I’m Tooru, your server for today.” Once introducing himself, his mouth twitched into his signature grin, prompting his eyelashes to flutter shut for a moment. Seated a few tables away, Oikawa’s fangirls were huddled together, squealing in unison.

“Enjoy your stay.” Folding an arm over your stomach, you bowed to excuse yourself before their hypnosis wore off, and the fangirls’ attention landed on you. Needless to say, anyone close to Oikawa Tooru was considered a threat. One they were eager to eliminate.

At the hostess stand, a familiar figure had shifted their weight onto the podium, the ends of his golden strands were frayed from the exposure to chemicals, yet with the sunlight sneaking through the glass behind, he resembled the subject of a painting.

“Oi. Are you feelin’ better today?” Atsumu Miya had always insisted that his accent was a natural product of his environment, although no one truly believed him considering the fact his family home was located in the wealthiest part of the city. Nonetheless, the accent persisted beyond his teenage years and into his young adulthood. It never bothered you, particularly because you had never heard him without it. After eighteen years of friendship, there wasn’t a single thing you did not adore about him.

“I am, don’t worry. Now will you please get off my stand? You are going to scare the customers.” Playfully you waved a hand in the air, gesturing for the blonde to reside elsewhere. “And if I’m not mistaken, you are skipping class right now, aren’t you?” As your tongue hit the roof of your mouth, a clicking sound was created to exemplify your disappointment.

“What was that? ‘tsumu is skipping class again?” If you had not become accustomed to Kuroo Tetsurou’s large and notable presence, you would have flinched the second his shadow had blanketed over you. Rather than experiencing any form of fear, his presence had only amplified your gaiety.

“Uh huh. Shall we get Papa Miya?” The bed-headed server leaned down, nestling his chin against your shoulder as he grinned provocatively at the target of your amusement. Kuroo was only a single year younger than you two, despite physically appearing to be older. The three of you were inseparable since the tender ages of six and five. When Kaori had passed away, Atsumu relied heavily on his two friends, as he had lost motivation to complete the smallest of tasks. That was why you took a job at Jack Rose, you needed it to succeed for his sake. It was a reminder of how his mother lived, rather than how she died. Kuroo had joined you in your quest a month later, and somehow your dream – Hyroshi’s dream had become reality.

“I swear yer the worst friends ever. It’s an online class! Don’t bring pops into it.” The blonde blew out a huff, turning his gaze away from those who threatened to ‘betray’ him.

“Oh my god, you guys are the worst! Poor Omi is in the back preparing all the drinks and you’re out here doing… whatever the hell this is!” Makoto Saito waved a small napkin at the black-haired server, unwilling to engage in any physical violence since it would require energy she wished to conserve. “Go back there, you man-baby. Help him. Shoo. Get off my adorable y/n.”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Kuroo raised his hands in defeat, unbothered by the napkin that was now being swayed towards his chest. Makoto had joined Jack Rose two years ago, and not because she was in any need for money – you were the reason she found herself sending in an application for what others would consider a low-end job. She had stumbled into the café one evening, boredom plaguing her after finishing a three-hour lecture. Oikawa had been the one to greet her, yet it was the positivity you emanated that brought her to return a night later. A month later, a job application was handed to you bashfully, whereas you could barely withhold your excitement. She was the second female to join Jack Rose, with Atsumu (accidentally) recruiting Ichika a year later.

“Now that he’s gone, y/n, I’m here to replace you. Omi said something about teaching you the new drink? I honestly don’t remember because I was on the phone, but let’s ignore that fact, hm?” Makoto’s interest in the boys was below minimal, the only male who was deserving of her respect was ‘Papa Miya’. Once Atsumu had jested that it was because she secretly had a crush on the much older male, to which she responded, ‘so what if I do’. The response had defeated his humour instantly.

“Oh, he must be talking about the blue pearl! It’s the newest addition to our menu.” Tapping a finger against your cheek, excitement burned in your y/e/c irises, prompting something to stir inside of both Atsumu and Makoto. What? You were so damn adorable.

“I don’t care, but you are so cute that I’ll pretend I do.” Reaching out, the black-haired girl patted your cheek affectionately. “Now go on, little bird. Fly fly away.”

“You guys better not fight while I’m gone.” With two fingers, you pointed at your eyes then at the two chaotic individuals you called friends, even with the warning, it was highly probable that the second you turned around they would begin bickering.

“Shoo, birdie.” The comment was accompanied by an unusually heavy sigh, Makoto completely intended on annoying Atsumu, but that was none of your concern.

Upon entering the kitchen, your nose crinkled at the delectable scents wafting towards you. When Sakusa Kiyoomi was working in the kitchen, everyone knew magic would materialize in the form of sweets. No one had believed the germaphobe could bake until he dropped off a box of home-made pastries along with his resume. Papa Miya was in the process of finishing his first bite when he declared that Sakusa was hired. He was just that damn good.

“You’re here.” The curly haired male had a bad habit of stating the obvious, he argued that it was key to the proper performance of his logical processes. No one tried to refute his claim, considering the fact he was essentially a genius. “Are you ready to learn?” Raising an eyebrow, his slender fingers wrapped around a glass-vessel before placing it on the counter.

“Mhm hm.” It was a bad habit of yours to chew on your bottom lip when in thought, but Sakusa found it endearing – even though he would deny such a claim out loud. Removing the notepad from your apron, your eyes darted aimlessly, searching for a writing utensil. You may have been a little too occupied with your pockets, a detail that the male picked up on, as he removed the pen tucked behind your ear.

“Are you sure you are well? If not, you should return home.” He held out the pen, analyzing your visage for any physical sign of illness.

“Woops. Sorry. I forgot it was there! But I promise, I’m fine!” It seemed that everyone was a bit on edge since yesterday, when you may have accidentally forgotten to eat and passed out mid-shift. You appreciated the sentiment, but you were fine. Really.

The curly haired baker refused to begin his demonstration until you consumed some food and water, his dark hues did not waver until each inch of the plate was clean. By the time you were done, Ichika had joined you in the kitchen for the lesson.

“I should have recorded that. I feel like I forgot it already.” Ichika was the youngest person on the team, Atsumu had offered her a job after finding her crying at a bus stop one night. The young girl was the breadwinner of her home, and due to her fathers gambling addiction, she was the only parental figure for her two younger siblings. Atsumu, after learning that her mother had too passed, was unable to turn a blind eye.

“I can show it to you tomorrow. I think I’ve got it.” A reassuring smile was presented towards her as you captured her hands and provided a gentle squeeze. “And then we all have the day off. I think everyone has decided we’re going to the amusement park, so it will be fun.”

“Okay… Thank you, y/n.” Ichika blinked excessively to withhold the tears that were brewing, she could always count on you to provide her with the support she so desperately needed. Sakusa who was simply watching the two interact was on guard with a rag to catch any tears that could possibly fall onto the counter he had just disinfected.

“Please do not cry.” The black-haired boy had almost sounded sincerely concerned for his co-workers emotional state, it was enough to fool Ichika who redirected her affections to him.

“You care about me too? Waa. I’m so loved!” As the tears began to exit her eye sockets, Sakusa jumped forward on instinct, pressing the cloth against her face. Laughter danced past your lips as you shook your head slowly. Jack Rose really attracted the strangest of people.

After your shift ended, instead of returning home to complete your assigned work, you decided to finish your assignment at the café. It was fairly quiet after 11pm, and Kuroo had offered to walk you home after closing up. Recently there were a striking number of assaults occurring in your area, and so you accepted the proposition without any hesitation.

“Welcome to Jack Rose! We are about to close soon, but I think I have enough time to serve you a drink or two. Is that okay with you, kind sir?” The words were conveyed in an anxious tone, as Ichika glanced at the clock plastered on the wall. Upon hearing the ‘kind sir’, both you and Atsumu glanced up from your laptop screens, stifling the laughter that was bubbling inside your throats.

“I won’t be long.” There was something peculiar about his choice of words, prompting your neurons to convey the word danger to your body. Before your mind could catch up with your physical movements, you had lifted from the chair and shuffled closer to where Ichika was stood. From the side of your eye, you saw your childhood friend following close behind, presumably picking up on your apprehension. But before you could utter a response to the mystery guest, the lightbulbs illuminating the bistro had burnt out.

The second darkness had enveloped the space, someone had seized your waist aggressively and a cloth was pressed to your mouth. The more you squirmed, the harsher their touch became – fear gradually paralyzed you. Or perhaps it was the chemical coating the fabric on your lips. Piece by piece your senses began to dull. Whether the person screeching your name was a hallucination or not was unclear…. All you knew was that your intuition was right, but unfortunately a bit too late.

Hume, who pioneered the bundle theory, would state that the human soul is nothing beyond a collection of still-shots and experiences. The self is a loosely connected bundle of perceptions, one that would change overtime. The question that remains is…. who will you be now? Who will you become? Without your memories as a guide, can you win the game that was designed specifically for you…? Or will you lose the never-ending battle? 

Amnesia - Let the Games Begin 

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A/N: and so it begins! also in this I may have erased osamu!? LMAO sorry 

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Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Warnings: Excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humour, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.

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Chapter Three 2/2: Duck

Drowning and Itchy

October 4th, 2017.

Remus’s skin was crawling. It scraped against his muscles like a cheap woollen blanket, disturbing his tired bones beneath.

Itchy. It was a strange, unrecognisable itch that he couldn’t satisfy with his usual means. Hugging himself, he frustratedly tried to stop the grating of his nerves. Yet the itch became worse. Now it felt like worms digging through and munching away at his flesh like rotten brussel sprouts (nobody liked those but starving worms and maggots, or goody-two-shoes nerds).

Puppy, Moonshine, his sweet, sweet Apple. His head screamed, ringing in the hollow his thoughts’ absence left. The ringing echoed in his bored ears that tried to stimulate themselves. Yes, Patton would know how to fix whatever this was. Patton, his rebellious little Teddy Bear, could— will fix him.

He didn’t dawdle— not even to acknowledge how funny the word dawdle sounded— sinking down, and rising up in Patton’s room.

The familiar effects of the room half-heartedly soaked his feet like a lukewarm, lapping tide.

“Hiya, Remus. What are ya doin’ here?”

The ringing dripped out his ears like water that had been trapped since he showered last. Basking in the melody of the words, observing the natural shape of the sentence. High pitched, bouncing and slurred, in a minor key. Remus didn’t realise how much he craved his voice until then. Muscles tightly twisted around his ribs uncoiled and he breathed deeply.

“Thomas is thinking about Guys,” Patton said, not knowing what else to say. Standing rigid, his arms tied to his sides, Remus said, “Oh.” Strangling the glass neck of a bottle half empty, Patton added, “And Dolls.”

“Oh,” Remus repeated dumbly. The simple syllable sat anchored low in his throat. “Oh…”

Shoulders hunched, trying to become small and narrow, Patton hugged the bottle to his chest— Then he shook his head, opening his arms and offered the drink. But Remus impulsively took his open arms as a different form of offering, crumpling onto his lap. He tucked his head under Patton’s chin like he needed him to hold his red blotched body, quivering from overstimulation after the fog of his mind cleared— together.

And Patton bundled him in his arms.

The room’s atmosphere was humid with longing, and thick with rejection like so much perfume it stings. Remus let his heavy lids fall, fisting handfuls of Patton’s polo shirt.

Patton gave Remus a small squeeze, then hesitantly peeled his arms away. Confused, Remus only frowned, and borrowed deeper into the embrace. Circling one arm around Patton’s waist, Remus’s other crossed Patton’s back to cling to his shoulder from behind. Their chests were brought flush together. Then Remus felt Patton’s hiccuping breath shivering through his frame.

“You’re not… lea-eav-i-ing?” Patton sniffled. Sheer denial kept Patton’s glass arms, shivering from his squeaky, muted whimper, hovering above the dip of Remus’s back.

“Do you want me to?”

Shallow shuddering breaths desperately tried to dry his tear-waxed eyes. “No,” he pleaded.

“Then no.” And Patton’s collapsed into cuddling the absolute shit out of Remus. Desperate fingers dug into Remus’s shirt. A pinky innocently wandered underneath the fabric making sure Remus was there, and warm, and real, and staying.

It was bizarre to be so close to someone in such an innocent setting, for Remus. Well, perhaps not bizarre, but he wasn’t familiar with it. He could get used to it.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” Patton whispered, sighing as his tears evaporated on his cheeks and fogged his glasses. The hot puff of breath bussed the shell of Remus’s ear. “I think… I just really needed a hug, too,” Remus admitted, nuzzling him even further. Remus hid his nose in Patton’s shoulder, and Patton hid his in Remus’s hair.

“If you ever feel like this again, you can always come to me?” Patton offered, but it sounded mostly like a request. Cold water of dread splashed Remus’s face.

Did Patton always feel this way?

“Really?” Remus asked instead.

“I’ll always be here to give you as many hugs as you want,” Patton said, and Remus could hear his watery smile, “anytime.”

They stayed together for what could have been hours or days, for all they cared. Inevitably, Patton settled his thumbs into Remus’s back dimples— Yes, he was precious, and pliant, and staying. Remus experimented with the spring of Patton’s curls. Until—

Patton felt a pulse through him, like his stomach being pulled down in an elevator. Resisting it made the contents of his stomach slosh. He shuddered.

“R-Remus.”

Unwilling to bother with proper articulation, the contented bundle in Patton’s arms gave a tiny hum. Patton hugged Remus closer when his voice didn’t work immediately. Nose grazing Patton’s chin, Remus tipped his head up ever so slightly in silent question.

“They’re trying to summon me,” he finally gulped.

“Hmpf?” Remus simultaneously startled and wilted. He steadied himself on Patton’s shoulders. “You’re going?” Remus murmured, searching his eyes. Without realising, Remus shifted so his legs also hugged him close around the hips. A protective cocoon of limbs.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can. I promise.”

Patton locked their eyes, and Remus wished his glasses weren’t in the way. He swept his fringe aside, and their eye contact broke only for Patton’s gaze to flick to Remus’s gentle hand and back. The space between seemed as far as the sun from the dark side of the moon.

And Patton slipped out beneath him as he sunk down.

Gracelessly, Remus belly flopped onto the bed without support. Patton’s shoulders were so sturdy, he noted… rather circled and underlined that already present mental note.

Not knowing what else to do, he curled up in the duvet. Aimlessly, he groped for one of Patton’s many stuffed toys. He desperately tried to retain the swiftly abandoning warmth with the fluffy substitute.

He understood, just… he was another kind of mess today.

(}ï{)

Remus had nearly fallen asleep when he felt the foundation of the room shift. It warped around, and Remus quickly checked his eyes with his phone’s camera in case he had gotten high and didn’t remember. Nope, the room was really changing around him and steadily settling into a reflection of the common room.

“Remus!” Patton popped up so quickly he overbalanced. “Puppy?” He sped across the room to see Patton’s eyes glazed like his favourite donuts— “What’s happening—”

“Shut up! You need to leave—”

“Wh—”

“The others are coming— no jokes no time— go go go quick!” He spluttered pressing on his shoulders so hard, the unstable room’s floor gave way, and he was rising up into his own room before he could wipe away the brimming, panicked tears from Patton’s reddening eyes.

They nearly got caught.

They… Thomas nearly… he hadn’t seen Roman since— What would Virgil— oh god— oh, Patton…

Remus could have ruined everything.

His itchy arms felt empty.

(}ï{)

Remus didn’t like Patton’s new cat hoodie.

(But it’s okay, Remus can learn to accept second place.)

Drunkiversary

December 25th, 2017.

I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED.

Thump.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE.

Thump.

I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN.

Thump.

MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW.

Thump.

MAKE MY WISH COME TRUE.

Thump.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Maybe if Patton tried hard enough, he could burst his assaulted eardrums and end his misery. All he needed was enough kinetic energy. He already had a wall to bang his head against, but maybe he should upgrade to a hammer— or better! A—

I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS—

Wine bottles littered at Patton’s feet (damn that weak, cheap, shit Thomas bought) obscured the plush carpet beneath that his toes curled and dug into. Their glossy surfaces glared at him. Patton would scream at Roman to shut the fuck up if he was coherent. (Whether he was incoherent from drinking or a concussion, it was a mystery.) As it was, all he could do was rip out the carpet fibers with his toes and—

SANTA CLAUSE WON’T MAKE ME HAPPY.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Would the thick glass bottles be more effective than the wall? Patton wondered, as he tried scrounging up the motivation to convince his arms to budge.

WHAT MORE CAN I DO.

Thump. Thump.

They were going to have a secret Santa together. Patton thought they were going to have dinner, complete with turkey no one actually liked, build gingerbread houses, open Christmas crackers, play card games and monopoly together. Patton thought they were going to drink eggnog together. Patton thought they were going to spend Christmas together.

They had a secret Santa.

And that was it.

LAUGHTER FILLS THE AIR.

Thump… Thump-p-p.

One last pathetic thump like a bouncing tennis ball losing momentum. Alcohol settling more into his system, Patton gave up. He slid down the wall like a hose with its water supply cut off. Screaming, that translated into a sad gurgle, tripped on his teeth.

“Oh, fu— Pat, buddy.”

THE ONE I REALLY NEED.

Bottles clinked together as Remus waded through them. Blasphemy and profanity squeezed betwixt his tense lips like lemon juice. To Patton’s ears, they tasted like the sweetest lemonade.

“Aw, big guy…” Remus murmured, surveying the damage. Patton made a vague noise of disagreement. Settling a hand on his shoulder, Remus crouched down beside him. “Yes, I know you’re short. Doesn’t mean you’re not big in other respects…” he teased with a weak grin. Patton made a louder slightly less vague noise of disagreement. “I’m not calling you fat, you know that,” Remus squawked like an indignant seagull. What an accusation— for Patton to think— what kind of friend did he take him for? A fraud? “Broad shouldered, sure,” he said. “Though, still, not what I meant. Anyway.”

Remus’s suffering smile slipped. Only the corner of his mouth hung on, leaving a minuscule smirk.

(Blearily, Patton noted how Remus was wearing a very amateur, very familiar scarf. That mental note fluttered from his grasp as soon as he mentally wrote it.)

“I got something for you,” Remus eventually said, presenting a blanket to him. The warmest, fluffiest blanket he could imagine.

In Patton’s floating mind, he forgot what colours were, but there were a lot of them. Lots and lots of colours and Patton called them all yellow, for now, since that’s all he remembered. All the many shades of yellow swirled together in intricate patterns, but his eyes were swimming too much to decipher it.

Suddenly, Patton was being swaddled with the blanket— Oh fuck, he realised, it wasn’t the warmest, fluffiest blanket he could imagine. No, it was incomprehensibly warm and fluffy.

Remus wrapped Patton in an extra layer, his amorous arms, and held him snuggly to his beaten, rickety chest. Excitedly, his heart nudged and poked at Patton’s tenderised head. “I’m here,” Remus’s voice was a wisp of steam from a marshmallow piled hot chocolate, “I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m here.” A sugar coated plume of fluffy steam, “See?”

Remus’s trembling tickled Patton as he gave him a grounding squeeze.

“D-don’t,” Remus stammered. Misty eyed, words drowning, “Don’t… don—” he expelled his shivering with a steadying sigh. “You’re not allowed to give up.”

Oh Remus, of course he was always there for Patton.

“I care. You hear me?”

Tears tottered over Patton’s eyelashes. He didn’t even have a Christmas sweater to give Remus.

I DON’T WANT A LOT—

Remus wasn’t exactly what Patton had expected to get— or, heck— fucking hell, deserved even, for a friend. But he was fucking grateful for him.

BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU.

(}ï{)

The blanket didn’t have any yellow, Patton later discovered the next day. With his pounding heachache, he convinced himself it wasn’t worth it to facepalm. It was truly a water marble design of blues, greens, and grays. Patton loved it, and still couldn’t comprehend how warm and fluffy it was.

Next Chapter:

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[junipersgarden]

metanoia 3. | Waves

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: Touching down in Venice, Y/N is trying to figure out a plan to get rid of Brad Davis politely and Peter is trying to commence his plan; Venice should be calm and peaceful... right?

WORD COUNT: 5556 words

WARNINGS: N/A

a/n: i am on such a huge writer’s block and i am extremely bloated from all this Christmas food but who’s still gonna eat? duh me. anyways, hope you enjoy and ohmygod action scenes are hard to right... :)

[NOT MY GIF]

...

At Venice Marco Polo Airport...

...

The dreadful 9 hour flight was finally over; no more being cramped next to Brad Davis, at last free to roam the city of Venice.

Mr. Harrington had packed everyone off to the side into a small group, keeping everyone close together and secluded while everyone gathered their passports in a hurry to get outside and see Italy and what it holds. Eventually with passports out, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell merge all the kids to join the line to exit the airport.

Brad Davis. He was still by your side but all you wanted to do was hang out with Peter and Ned, even Betty and MJ as well. A summer vacation with your friends is a dream come true, but Brad Davis wasn't making it easy for you to even talk to Peter or anyone else.

It's not like Brad Davis is insufferable or anything... you just, would rather he stayed a distant away from you than constantly being by your side 24/7 for  2 days. You really just wanted to spend this time with someone else.

Among the commotion and sea of people in the airport, you search aimlessly for any sign of anyone to catch up to after you got past the line to wait on the other side for everyone else. The line was full of people standing close together, bouncing impatiently with suitcase and luggage balanced with the rest of their belongings.

From afar, your eyes catch the blur of a familiar blue flannel speed walking down the hustle of people, also looking for something or someone.

Peter.

A sly smile grew on your face as you watched Peter from the distance walk up to Ned, Peter heaving out a breath as he obviously started to rant. You couldn't make out exactly what he was saying but whatever it was about, it had him real worked up and concerned.

This is my chance!

Turning on your foot to budge through, a hand grips on your arm and stops you.

You pivot around and find Brad gawking at you with a funny expression; he clearly wants to know why you're leaving the queue, Brad's eyebrows are raised and he chuckles slightly.

"Sorry, just go without me. I forgot to ask Mr. Harrington something." You straight up lie.

"Oh cool! I'll see you soon!" Brad gently lets go of your arm and you hurriedly rush to Peter and Ned.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Hey man, did you see Brad and Y/N/N on the flight? They were watching movies and laughing the entire time..." Peter exasperatedly huffs out to Ned.

For the whole time Peter was sat behind Brad and Y/N, he was forced to endure the torment of Brad leaning closer to Y/N, countless times of them 'accidentally' knocking both headphones into one another, hearing Y/N laugh... it was a nightmare.

Peter wished so badly that it was him sitting next to Y/N on the plane and not Brad Davis.

"Dude, don't worry okay? I'm sure it's nothing." Ned answered in a strange tone.

"Hey babe? Can you hold this for me please?" Betty suddenly strolled up next to Ned with heart eyes.

Peter was taken back by what Betty referred Ned as: babe?

Betty then pecked Ned's cheek which caused Peter to stagger faintly back and furrow his eyebrows in disbelief and puzzlement. Ned then proceeded to boop her nose before leaving.

Peter's eyes linger on Betty as she walks away, still dazed and confused and still lots of questions remained.

"When was that?" Peter blurts out quickly.

"Ah well, we actually got to talking on the plane and turns out, we've actually got a lot in common... so now we're boyfriend and girlfriend!" Ned grinned brightly.

"Who's boyfriend and girlfriend?"  

Y/N.

To Peter's side, Y/N slid next to him and gave him a soft nudge.

"N-Ned and Betty." Peter peered at Y/N, still shocked himself.

"You and Betty?!" Y/N jerked to look at Ned. Ned grinned even more and nodded his head furiously. "I'll admit, it's new and like a surprise but congratulations?"

"But what happened about being an American bachelor in Europe?" Peter questioned.

"Peter, those were the words of a boy. That boy, met a woman, a very strong and powerful woman and now, that boy is a man."

"Well, that's new... but we're happy for you Ned." Y/N beamed.

"Babe?" Betty feebly called.

"Coming babe! I'll see you guys later!" Ned whispered the last part before making his way to Betty.

With Ned going to Betty, it left Peter and Y/N standing there, the both swinging around on the spot. The both stayed silent for a couple of seconds until the realization of why they were there hit them so the both without telling one another, starting catching up with the rest of the class in the line and were fortunate it was shorter than before.

"H-how was your flight?" Peter croaked out with a cough, embarrassed by his voice.

"Not as bad as I thought it'd be for 9 hours! What about you? You were next to Harrington and lemme guess: he rambled about his wife?"

"He said her name in his sleep!" Peter quietly yelled.

Y/N placed a hand to the chest, leaning back and letting out a giggle. I love that...

Flinging the hand back down, it mistakenly stroked Peter's, a blush arose on his cheeks. Y/N clenched their fist and averted to the ground.

Come on Peter. Peter encouraged himself, Ask to hang out!

"Hey Y/N/N?"

"Mhmmm?" Y/N glanced up at Peter. Don't chicken out, what's the worst that's gonna happen?! Come on Peter!

"Well, I-I was wondering if you wanted to-" Peter abruptly stiffened. Peter had felt something soft on his leg.

Y/N leant to the side, staring in Peter's eyes, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

A security dog was brushing against his leg and suitcase and then jumped up on Y/N, a yelp escaping as the German Shepherd started burying it's nose into her bracelet, growling and barking.

The security guard lead the dog down to sit and guided her hand to grab Peter's suitcase but as she edged closer, a robotic beeping erupted from her metal detector and was triggered by Y/N's bracelet.

The guard grasped Peter's suitcase and walked up to the examination desk, signalling Peter to follow, his breath hitched to the back of his throat nervously. Another guard swooped to Y/N's side and immediately clutches the bracelet.

The lady who took Peter's stuff returned without the dog and politely asked him to come with her to the desk.

Peter hesitated at first because 1. Y/N was getting inspected and seemed uncomfortable and 2. Y/N would be left behind.

She continued to insist but Peter kept focusing on Y/N but Y/N nodded, letting him know it'll be okay.

Oh this is great...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Peter was no longer with you and now you were stuck with this buffoon wrangling and fiddling your very expensive and dangerous invention that held your even more valuable suit.  It didn't help either that the metal detector's high pitched alarm was blaring into your ears.

The guard was repeatedly twisting and turning your arm, looking from alternate sides and angles at the piece of jewelry, trying ever so hardly to identify it.

What the detector had picked up was possibly the aluminum in the bracelet alongside the various nano particles, frequencies and energy levels vibrating off it. The complete situation wasn't the one thing you were worrying about; you just hoped and prayed that he didn't noticed the black cross binding the sides was floating or that ARIS didn't sense your state of panic and activate anything.

"Would you mind explaining to me what exactly this bracelet is Miss?" The security guard questioned, his thick eyebrows raised, eyes observing for any sign of hesitation or lie.

Think of an excuse. Think of literally anything Y/N.

"It ease my wrists. You see, I have a condition with my hands that causes them to flame up and the bracelet cools it down." You speedily let out.

Let me go....

"I see... but why is it made of aluminum though?"

Damn it!

"It uhhh... regulates and releases the flow of coolness when my hands flame up and it also measures my blood pressure... since my blood pressure is high... I really need this bracelet to like, get by." You emphasizes the last part.

"So like some case of arthritis?" The security guard loosens his hold, staring deeply at you.

"Yeah, something like that."

The security guard took one last final at your bracelet and you.

Please buy it, please buy it-

"I'm letting you go but next time when you're travelling internationally, bring a medical certificate kid."

You nod your head vigorously just wanting to get out of there and back to Peter, you slowly step back and begin speed walking to Peter.

The woman from before was standing behind the counter and holding a banana with an an extremely unamused frown.

"No- no banana got it..." You hear Peter meekly murmur as he zipped up his suitcase.

A banana? What a dork...

"A banana? Really?"  Stepping up next to him, you crack a smirk by his reason he was called up.

"M-May packed it for me and I didn't know-" Peter flusteredly stuttered.

"Relax, I'm stirring you up." You can't help but giggle at his stance. "But we should be off Peter, everyone's waiting."

"Oh, uh yeah... lemme just-"

"Let's go Pete!" You urged in a jokingly but serious way; if Mr. Harrington counted you up and realized people were missing, how he would freak out.

"O-okay, oh-" Peter audibly gasped quietly; you had intertwined both of your hands together.

Peter felt his face burning but thankfully you were too busy maneuvering between the bundles of people.  You led the both of you through the frantic airport, relying on the signs to guide you.

"T-there!" Peter pointed out; the group was all huddled next to the information booth and Mr. Harrington was counting the students.

"We're here! We're here!" You urgently shout of your and Peter's presence.

Mr. Harrington as well as everyone else turns around to face you and Peter, his face falls with relief and you slow your pace.

"Oh thank goodness..." Mr. Harrington sighs.

Peter and your face are both puffed from running half way across the airport and as you go to wipe your forehead, you feel something lift up with your arm; you were still holding Peter's hand.

At once you drop Peter's hand from yours and avoid him, coughing awkwardly and side stepping away to get out of the uncomfortable position, subconsciously rubbing your arm.

All of that was way too close Y/N.

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After the airport fiasco, all of you clambered into a canal to do some brief sight-seeing as you all were going to your hotel.

Everyone, (mostly Flash), was hiding behind their screens; taking photos rather than enjoying the views in front of them, you had scored a seat at the tip of the boat with the summer breeze.

The architecture of Venice was so much more traditional and classical; embalming the Renaissance era through its buildings and its textures; to you the history behind it was fascinating.

You'll admit, you maybe did sneak in a few distant stares at Peter but he wasn't going to notice or anything.

As a hotel with workers and renovation equipment was in sight, the canal boat began to slow and made an eventual stop. Surely we're not-

"Looks like we're here! They're... doing some renovations in place, getting some upgrades!" Mr. Harrington quirks up optimistically, answering with your unwanted answer.

Looks of disgust and amazement were shared around with everyone as they picked up their luggage to enter the runned down place.

One by one, everyone single filed out of the canal, cradling their precious belongings in hand and went with Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell inside.

Examining the hotel from the small and cramped entrance, you could make out random objects scattered all around, it was weird and unusual... but it was alright.

"Okay everyone, we're here-"

"Woah..." Mr. Dell tried to warn as Mr. Harrington stepped directly into a massive puddle.

"This place is sinking." Flash bluntly called out.

"I think you mean charming." Harrington corrected him.

Passing Mr. Harrington and his wet shoes, Mr. Dell started telling everyone of the plan of the day: drop bags and sort out roommates and explore Venice before meeting up at the Da Vinci Museum at 3.

"Vamonos!" That's Spanish sir.

"It's andiamo."  You jabbed at Harrington as you walked past.

MJ hearing you pick up on his error, peaked over her shoulder to give you a sly smirk.

You return a smile to her before quickly mouthing "roommates?" to her from below the stairs (since you knew Betty was bunking with Yasmin) and MJ replies with an approval nod.

Following MJ and everyone else to the rooms, you see MJ enter Room 11 and dump her bags on her claimed bed and put yours on the remaining bed.

Tidying yourself in the mirror, you take off your coat and neaten your hair before heading down to explore the streets of Venice.

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The Main Square, the very heart of Venice was full of eager tourists like yourself; with people splitting into groups to try and cover as much ground as possible, you decided to take your time and go to anything that caught your eye.

"Yo Y/N!"

A flock of pigeons ascended into the air, startling you a tiny bit, you find the source of the person: none other than your best friend Brad Davis, with a camera in his hand trotting to you.

"Hey Brad." You greet him with a plastered fake smile on your face.

"Where did go you? You just like vanished and I-"

"I had to do something. Important."

"Oh. Anyways, I wanted to-" Before Brad could ask you whatever he wanted to, two pigeons landed on your arms.

Brad's mouthed gaped open in shock as he chuckled at your appearance; you really wanted to wave the birds off but to make matters worse, two more pigeons landed on you.

You nervously laugh because you had no idea how to get the birds off or why they landed on you and then Brad supposedly laughed with you.

"I-I gotta take a photo of this!"

"Oh you really don't have too..." You try to steer him away from the idea.

"No this is great! It's a perfect shot of you; the sun's hitting you just right, come on Y/N/N!"

"Umm I don't- GAH!" A pigeon lands on your head as you were speaking.

Brad doesn't get the memo and scrambles for his camera and points it to your face.

"Are you a camera Y/N?"

"Not that I'm aware of why?"

"Because each time I look at you, I smile."

Wait wha-

"Show me that gorgeous smile!" Brad encourages you to smile for the photo.

Giving in to his shenanigan, you spread your lips for that 'gorgeous smile' of yours as Brad snaps away; Brad keeps complimenting you, causing you to feel all queasy because it isn't right coming from him necessarily and you can't get out because of the pigeons on you.

Peter on the other hand, could only see Brad Davis taking numerous photos of you on his camera, the sun perfectly shinning on you, your smile competing with it.

Peter couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of jealously; Brad and you were hanging out with each other every second and how he wished it was him instead; Brad didn't even know half of the things he knew!

Leaning on a pillar, Peter then knew now was the third stage of his 6 step plan with the first 2 steps being unsuccessfully; pushing from the pillar, Peter was determined to find a shop that could made his white gardenia necklace for you, Peter typed in his phone for locations of stores and journeyed forward.

The sensation and sound if your phone going off managed to shoo away the pigeons, you hooked your phone into your hands and recognized the caller.

"Sorry Brad, I gotta take this." Excusing yourself, you swipe the accept button and jog off to the side with your phone next your ear, far from Brad's hearing range.

"Hello? Yes I know, I know. I never thought Venice would be this pretty... and yes the water looks perfect. Alright, talk to you later."

I need space... You conclude and establish that taking a brisk stroll by yourself will fix you.

Sheltering yourself from the beating sun and protecting yourself from Brad's sniper like vision, you take cover in a small alleyway and sigh exclusively.

Roaming the alleyway, an old antique shop at the end captures your attention; paintings and furniture pieces with plants planted on top of them decorate the front, you sneak quietly into the shop with the owner not comprehending since it appeared he was busy making some sort of glass item.

Admiring the bits and bobs, a figure wearing blue walks past the aisle your in and into the next aisle. Curious, you pursue to uncover what or who the figure is; scanning through the cracks of the shelves, you tell by the brown curls and blue flannel collar who it exactly is: none other than Peter Parker.

Intense his eyes are, Peter was too busy and focused in his mini world to gaze at your E/C eyes were admiring him; Peter had a silver bracelet in his hands, studying its complexions and smoothing its chain.

"Ragazzo!" The shop owner yells specifically at Peter. Peter excitedly ran straight for the counter with a goofy smile on his face.

"Fiore bianco." The shop keeper said as he dangled a necklace in the air; to you, the necklace wasn't beautiful but was ethereal; the way the stained white glass of the flower's form glistens truly was extraordinary.

"It's perfect..." An awe struck Peter Parker breathed out; in Peter's eyes, the necklace was everything and more than he thought it would be and imagined you wearing it and he swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

Tenderly giving the necklace back for it to be wrapped, you took a couple of steps forward to announce yourself.

"Buongiorno!"

Confused by his hello, Peter shifted to his stare and was met with you.

"Y-Y/N!" Peter's high pitched voice broke out.

"Is that for Aunt May? I-it's magnificent." You ponder and move closer to him.

"Oh the n-necklace? Um it's for-"

"Una ragazza!"  The shop attendant perks up.

"For a girl you say?" Folding your arms, you bump into Peter's side.

"Y-yeah it's for a girl..." Peter defeatedly professes.

"Well, tell me about her." Peter has a crush? When? And who?

"S-she's uhh... she's really pretty. And smart; she's always there and makes me the happiest person I can be just by smiling... she means the world to me. D-do you reckon she'll like the necklace?" Peter with puppy dog eyes inquires.

"Yeah... whoever the lucky girl is, she'll love it Pete."

"Grazie" Handing a little golden bag to Peter, the owner thanks him of his purchase and grins to you and Peter, waving a sweet goodbye as Peter and you exit the shop.

"Since when do you know so much Italian? It's impressive." Peter breaks the silence.

"I might of studied a tiny bit before the trip so I can get around with the locals. Just tiny stuff though, nothing impressive. What about you though? I heard you talking to the guy."

"Aunt May; she taught me a couple of things. She's Italian so... guess it's a family thing?"

"That's cool and impressive Pete."

Peter rubbed the back of his neck from your compliment and you could feel your cheeks going pink.

"Hey look!" By the water's edge, heaps of crabs were crawling out of the water, Peter and you edged closer to get a better look.

"What's up losers- oh woah cool." MJ interrupts her welcoming to the both of you, distracted by the crabs.

Reaching for her phone, MJ records the crustaceans and quickly looks back to beam at Peter and yourself.

"MJ get back-" As you harshly warn, Peter feels the hairs and goosebumps on his ends stick up; his Spidey Sense knew something was up. MJ ignored your request as a sickly feeling buried deep inside your stomach.

Tilting his head to the side, Peter notices the water on top of the drain sink back down; something isn't right.

"MJ please-" Is all you get out before an explosion erupts from the water.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The water shoots off into different directions; flooding the streets and gushing violently from the motion, creating massive waves which boats are caught onto.

MJ slips from the water and can't seem to stand so you snatch her up from her satchel strap and pull her toward you and Peter, Peter steadily and firmly balances you into place, sticking you close to his side.

The screams and shouts of Venetian's and traveler's fill the tormented air with the stomps of their feet. A creaky, rocking sound from the water gains your interest; Ned and Betty.

The love bird's canal boat  was coming in fast and about to crash next to you guys and rammed into the wall.

Peter, MJ and you dash to get Ned and Betty out, you and MJ managed to grab Betty while Peter grabs Ned.

"Guys, guys, GO!" Betty shrieks but no one moves even an inch; the water had started to spiral toward the sky, its form changing and growing into something humanoid.

"W-what is that?!"

"I-I dunno!"

"What are you gonna do?!"

"I left my suit at the hotel room!"

"WHY?!"

"Because I'm on vacation Ned! Everyone's gonna see my face, just get everyone out of here!" Peter spat out and pushed Ned to everyone else. Betty laced her fingers around Ned's as MJ trailed but you on the other hand, you couldn't leave Peter; not up with this thing. So you rounded around a corner of a wall and kept a close eye on him.

"ARIS?" You call into your bracelet. The black crucifix lifted from the bracelet and spun itself around twice and a blue light shone from the sides, indicating ARIS was awake.

"Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this afternoon?"

"Suit up."

"I'm afraid I cannot."

"WHAT?!  W-why?!"

"It seems from the Venice Marco Polo Airport, the security guard accidentally combobulated some circuits from the detector as it disturbed certain amendments with your suit and commands."

"DAMN IT! Can you at least scan the threat?" You aim your arm to the water monster.

"Result found: a sailor named Morris Bench was exposed to an experimental underwater generator and obtained hydro abilities, Bench's alias is known by the public as Hydro-Man. Weaknesses are unknown as of the moment."

"They got that information up fast. Now, rest up because I'm gonna need my suit."

"Commencing Power Nap Protocol."

Now what to do? Wait- where's Peter?!

Panic arose in you as people blocked your sight and Peter was no where to be seen; this single second of idiocy could kill him... I promised I wasn't going to leave...

"Please.." You whisper for the universe to show mercy, just this once.

At your wish, it was granted at once as you spotted Peter leaping from beam to beam at a haste speed.

Thank you.

Reacting instantly, you pick up a quick pace and bee line to Peter; Peter lunges off the final beam and grabs a hold of an oar and bounds off it, landing with perfect form onto the bridge. You follow on suit; repeating his actions precisely.

Hydro-Man however, has other plans and slams a punch on the bridge, a tidal wave rocks the waters and knocks your oar's stability, the pole slides and then you feel a cold sweep of water crush your body, waves tossing you like a grain of sand in the ocean, so violently and so destructively, your body hits boats and debris of the bridge, marking cuts and scratches on your skin.

Through the clarity of the water, you rotate the crucifix and desperately plead for that blue light to shine. The black crucifix rises from your bracelet once more and twists twice in two circles and delicately lands back.

"Commencing Fish Out of Water Protocol."

Nano particles latched onto your skin tightly and rapidly, working on your helmet first to lock out the water and allow you to breathe, it fully regenerated and you gasped for a huge breath.

From your helmet, the nano tech molded itself onto your chest, to your arms and lastly to your legs.

The boosters on your feet whirred and transformed to function in the water.

"Y/N, I can only fly you out; my power is still weak. Once you are out, the armour will fully disappear;  are you sure you can land safely?"

"You know I will. Just get me out of here."

"Good luck Y/N." ARIS's voice malfunctions as your suit takes off.

The water was murky from the debris and destruction; there was no knowing where you were or where you would land.

Gradually, the flight power increased more and more by the second and then, you were free; but you were also feet above the ground and plummeting to your evident fate.

ARIS's promise was fulfilled as your black and suit faded from your body.

Free falling in the air, all you could see was chaos and demolition and most importantly, there wasn't anywhere you could land.

Breathe Y/N. Breathe. Focus and look, it's okay.

On the surrounding buildings, you survey the webbings and an idea pops in your head; I could stick to it.

This is crazy, but the best and only option I have to live.

Angling your body to the webs, you stretch out further to even at least grab any loose threads.

Brace yourself-

Your fingers touch the webs and you throw your body onto it and close your eyes, bracing for the worst.

But nothing happens. You open your eyes and see your body has fully stuck to the webs; Spider-Man (Peter Parker) saved your life. You glare up at the sky and dryly laugh; "Not today."

Sliding down from the webs, you touch down and plant one foot in front of the other, racing to find Peter but as you turn a corn, something suddenly hard collides into you and knocks you off your feet. Hitting your head on the concrete, you groan in pain and feel a shift of heaviness leave your chest.

"Hey are you okay? I'm so sorry I-"

"B-Brad?" You look up and see Brad hovering over you.

"Y/N! Thank god you're okay! Come on, we gotta go-" Brad wraps an arm around yours and forcefully stands you up.

You look up and see Peter swinging from building to building, you go to see where exactly he is going to and then you see it; a bell tower split from the bottom was toppling

"Brad stop-"

Brad ignored your requests completely and attempted to hold your hand but you leave it out of his hand's way and sprint to the others.

"Stay low kids, we'll be safe here!" Dell assures and crams everyone under a supported building.

Hydro-Man and a mystery green hero were fighting directly in front of you but you were worried about Peter; he couldn't hold that bell tower tower forever...

"He's kicking that water's ass!" Brad exclaims joyfully.

"He looks like a Doctor Strange rip off." You mutter as you turn to go after Peter.

Brad sensing you were about to run off, he sternly yanks you closer to him, a stone cold facial appearance portrayed on his face and now there was no chance of you sneaking off to help Peter or use your powers.

God damn it Davis!

An eruption of water sprays across from two sides and uproars, shaking the terrain and releasing its final cry, Hydro-Man was defeated.

How in the hell did he-

The ring of a bell made you snap your neck; the bell tower fallen and you couldn't see Peter.

No, no, no-

With a fleeting look at the bell tower, from it's corner you squint and find Peter's flannel sticking out like as he were standing. Peter's okay... it's okay...

Cheers and cries of rejoice for the mysterious hero blow up from the citizens,  praising of their work, the hero salutes the people and then, flies off into the sky on their gust of green smoke with the one question on everyone's minds.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Who is that guy?"  Betty asks about the elephant in the room (or more the elephant on the TV screen).

"He's like Iron Man and Thor rolled into one." Brad inaccurately compares.

He wishes-

"But he's no Spider-Man."

"What is it with you and Spider-Man?" MJ finally mentions Flash's obsession over the superhero; everyone knew of Flash's undying love for Spider-Man and how his Instagram account is literally spideyno1fan but no one actually knew why he adored the vigilante.

"What? He's just awesome okay? And he protects the neighbourhood and you know, he's inspiring; he inspires me to be a better man- sup dickward, thought you drowned." Flash sends a wink at Peter.

If only you knew...

"Sounds like his name's Mysterio." Brad states from the obvious news headline.

"No. It's Italian for 'mystery'; it isn't his actual name." You correct Brad from the staircase but he can't tell from your tone that you meant it to be rude; you were still incredibly pissed at Brad and what he did and you'd loss all respect and tolerance for him.

"Mysterio..." Ned starts as he nods to himself.

"Cool name." Ned and Betty finish each other sentences and freak out. What a power couple...

"So," Peter began and swayed his body and tip toed near you, "How much of that did you actually see?"

Not much because I was drowning in the surprisingly polluted canal. "Not much. You know when you're running for your life, you don't really look back."

"Right me too; I was also running away." Peter stammered. He can't lie for anything.

"So Paris tomorrow... go to the Eiffel Tower, should be great."

"Did you know people originally didn't like the tower? Excused it of being something useless and a monstrosity to France but then over time, turned into the heart of France?"

"Oh. I didn't know that." Peter shyly mumbled.

"That's why it's my favourite destination on the whole trip." You can't help but smile.

Peter chuckles softly and smiles at you and you do as well, the both stare at each other for what seems 'too long', Peter and you look away from each other and awkwardly laugh.

"Well, I'm probably am going to call it early tonight. It's been a long day..." You yawn and stand up from the stair and stretch.

"I'll walk you!" Peter uttered suddenly.

"Walk me up to my room? O-okay." You blush at his response.

Treading up the stairs, Peter and you arrive shortly at Room 11; your and MJ's shared room for the night.

"I-I hope you're okay from today Y/N/N," Peter sincerely conveys his concern, "and I if you need someone to talk to, I-I'm here because I know with everything, it's hard and I'm your friend and care a lot about you and just want you to be happy and stuff with Tony I know it's-"

"Thank you Peter." You softly let out, a shy smile plays on your face. "And same goes Peter... I care a lot about you too..."

The pair of you stand for what seems like a life time until the stampede of footsteps snaps the both of you out of your trance.

"G-Goodnight Y/N." Peter whispers with a giddy grin.

Too cute...

"Goodnight Peter." You playfully drag; you don't realise the effect it has on Peter though but to Peter, it was sweet like honey and he loved it.

Closing the door quietly, you slump down, with pink cheeks you lean on the door and exhale out heavily; what a day...

Brad was extra, extra today, Ned and Betty are dating, there was a monster on the first day and craziest of all, Peter has a crush?!

Feeling a vibration from your back pocket, you fish out your phone and turn it on to see a wonderfully timed message.

from: F/N ✌️

are you okay?! wth is happening rn?!

Wouldn't you and I both like to know...

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-0-0-- Bakugou --0-0-

“Welcome and thank you for joining us today,” The pretty brunette said, her dark hair pulled back in a soft bun. Bits of purple and pink twisted in and out of it. Her bright hazel eyes scanned the room as she stood in front of them all. Her Japanese was a bit rough but the joyful laugh and unassuming attitude made it all seem rather.

Cute.

Not that Bakugou noticed.

This was a little more preoccupied with the fact that all of this was such a waste of time. They had come to California to help with the spike in earthquakes and fires. Millions of homes and lives had already been lost, to the point that the US had reached out to other heroes to come and help. The border between San Diego and Mexico where he, Kirishima, and some water-based guy from Mexico had been stationed, had been affected the worst. But there had been other patches up the coast that needed help which was where Kaminari, that vine chick from their UA days were going to be stationed.

Although right now all Japanese speaking heroes were crammed in this small conference room listening to this young woman explain how health benefits worked and other “important” insurance things.

“Obviously there will be property damage but we just want to make sure you all understand what to do if anything happens to you, a victim or…” she paused a bit of smile flickering across her deep red lips as if thinking of a joke, “other stuff. It’s not your job to tell people what to do after you help them but, they will probably have questions which is what we are here for. Plus knowledge is power right?'' The last bit was said in a bit of a sing-song voice the playful smirk that had been on her face broke into a wide grin. Chuckling to herself she quickly switched the slide. “Nope? ok,” she muttered in English before continuing.    

“Man she’s pretty cute,” Kaminari said leaning forward in his seat whispering in Bakugou’s ear. Number 2 hero waved his annoying ex-classmate away. Honestly, somethings never changed.

“Aren’t you engaged?” Kirishima chuckled under his breath.

From the front, the young woman paused giving them a thumbs-up as she finished her presentation, “So that’s that, Any questions?”

It was followed by silence. Bakugou sighed rubbing his temples, “When are all these stupid presentations going to be over?” Next to him, his best friend elbowed his ribs.

“Geez man be cool.”

However the woman’s smile didn’t waver, in fact, she laughed lightly. “Welcome to America, but we do need you out there as soon as possible. And let’s be honest you guys are going to forget all this in the heat of battle.” she gestured to the packets they were holding, “So if you have any insurance-related questions my card is there. If I don’t have the answer I will find out.”

“Ok” Getting up Bakugou stood the other heroes standing up. The vine girl rolled her eyes at him.

“You don’t have to be rude, she’s just doing her job”

Glancing over at the woman Bakugou saw her packing her stuff up laughing and talking with the guy who she had come with. Totally unfazed and already moved on to the next thing. Something about her attitude stuck with him. It was so different. Normally he would get some sort of reaction from people around him -mostly annoyance- but not this woman. It wasn’t like she was ignoring him, more like agreeing with him making it into a joke. But like him, she was done with the presentation and moving on.

It was unexpected in a way he didn’t realize he had expected anything else until it didn’t happen.    

Also, her laugh was kind of cute. As if she found just about everything amusing.

Shrugging Bakugou led the rest of the team out already forgetting the insurance chick. He had a more pressing issue to deal with. As the woman -whatever her name was he had instantly forgot after she had introduced herself- they were needed as soon as possible.

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“We are here” Bakugou’s voice was soft as he lead Olive into the large apartment. The ride home had been silent, Olive’s face pressed up against the car window taking in the bright city lights. Her hazel eyes wide as if she was trying to take it all in and commit it to memory.

That same wide-eyed look was on her face as she looked around the apartment. As if she was taking it in for the first time and had not lived there for more than two years.

“Wow,” she whispered, “this place is amazing .”

The sound of a soft meow broke through her haze and for the first time ever Bakugou couldn’t help but be grateful to see the fluffy gray and white cat walking up to greet them.

“I… I have a ragdoll!?!” it was the first time since this whole situation started she sounded excited. Of course, that cat would bring her happiness. Bakugou couldn’t help but think back to the first time he had brought the little thing home. It had been a Christmas gift two years ago and Olive had literally started crying with excitement when he had added the little fluff ball to her. Ever since that day the two had been inseparable. To the point that if Bakugou wanted some alone time, he needed to lock that fluff ball outside their bedroom.

“Yeah he’s ok” Bakugou sighed looking down at the pretty cat that was purring around Olive’s legs just begging for all the attention. Letting out a soft coo Olive bent down picking him up giving him a kiss on the head.  

“What’s her name? Oh my god, I love her so much,” she said, a half-hearted smile on her face as she scratched the cat.

It was a simple question but it hurt so much. Something about it making his heart feeling three times too heavy. “Dolomite, I wanted shitty kitty but you said no.”

She chuckled picking up Dolomite who just lay in her arms purring. That cat was so dramatic, acting like he hadn’t seen her in years when it had only been about a day.  

“I have a type,” Olive mumbled as she kissed the cat again her eyes finally meeting Bakugou’s. Bakugou froze, his heart-stopping. Since the hospital, she had been unable to look at him. A few awkward glances but this was the first time he felt like she was really looking at him. He knew she was comparing him to her late husband.

Eliott.

Over the years she didn't really talk much about Eliott. But Bakugou knew there were remnants of that man etched in her whole being. From the things, she said to the jokes she would tell. After years of coming to terms with the woman, he had fallen in love with had been in love with someone else Bakugou had learned to appreciate Olive’s bits that were given to her from that other man. He had realized a lot of those little things he loved about her were better because of what she had gone through.

But now everything was different.

Now it was like all he could see was Eliott. As if the Olive who had been in love with Bakugou, the one who had healed from a year’s distance from the death of her first love was gone. In her place was this broken girl who had just lost her love.

He hated it, feeling so out of control. So unable to help her. To show her that their relationship had been just as -if not more- wonderful than that one.

“This is so… man” she sighed, breaking through his thoughts as she turned slowly walking further into the apartment. Dolomite lounging in her arms blinked slowly up at her adoringly basking in the attention he was getting as she aimlessly walked around. Watching her Bakugou realized she had no idea where she was going.

“Here,” Bakugo said, reaching out his hand, taking her arm. She flinched slightly jumping at the contact. It pierced him like a knife twisting hard in his heat.

Shit.

He clenched his jaw trying to keep his temper in check. All he wanted to do was grab her and shake her until she remembered. He knew it wasn’t her fault, that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. That fact, in and of itself made him even angrier. There was no one to punch the problem out of. No one he could blast for making her this way. The doctors weren’t sure why she had forgotten everything. In fact, they had been ready to let her leave earlier until she started crying and asking why she was in Japan.

Kirishima had suggested interrogating the robbers who had been at the mall and see if any of them had quirks that could alter memories. It was the only explanation they had to go off of. Nothing else made sense.

Until then here he was. Being angry at no one and unable to navigate his emotions with a woman who had no idea who he was. Letting out a long sigh he nodded toward the hallway that lead to the bedroom, office, and gym.

“Come on you can shower and stuff,” he said leading her toward the bedroom. She followed behind silently, the only sound was her soft footsteps and Dolomite’s purring.

“We live here, in Tokyo?” she whispered finally placing the cat down as he opened the bedroom door. He nodded.

“Yep.”

“Wow” her soft voice came up behind him as she looked around the large bedroom. Dolomite, knowing bedtime was near, lept from her arms to the floor before making his way to the low bed that stood in the middle of the room.

The room was clean and modern, a few pictures hung on the walls, one of them being of their wedding. Walking toward it Olive looked up at the two people smiling down at her. Bakugou watched her as she studied it. His heart picking up, maybe…

“Fuck” it was soft and he had no idea what she meant by that. As she turned he saw her eyes were glassy, her hands ringing unsure what to do with them. Looking around she tried to find anything but him to focus on.

Fuck, his thoughts echoing her words. Was she going to cry again? He didn’t know if he could deal with it if she did.

“You sleep here, I will sleep in your office,” he said quickly trying to distract her from whatever was overwhelming her at the moment.

“I have an office?” her voice cracked slightly. Her eyes met his in surprise and maybe a glint of .. was that excitement?    

“Tomorrow, you need to rest,” he said walking toward the large walk-in closet that was separated by a wall behind the bed. She followed him peeking into the large space as he grabbed some sweatpants. There were blankets and extra pillows in the hall. He needed to get away from her for a second. Maybe she just needed to sleep off whatever was going on.

Maybe his happy little badass Olive would wake up.

Nodding Olive peeked into the closet and it dawned on Bakugou he couldn’t just leave her. She didn’t know where anything was.

Letting out an annoyed sigh he brushed past her grabbing a large tee shirt and some fresh underwear for her thrusting them a little harder than he should into her stomach. She looked down at them and then back at him.

“The other door is the bathroom. Towels are on a rack and all your stuff is in the shower,” he said.  

She took the items from him nodding glancing at the bed. “I can sleep in the other room… or I don’t know…” she was struggling unsure what to do or say. Memories of the first time she came to visit him in Japan came rushing back. Such a strong contrast from this moment. Instead of timidly following him she had been running around his fancy skylight penthouse making fun of just about everything she could find.

“Oh my god… do you have three of the same jacket?”

“What!?! I liked it. And they are not the same! This one is Denim this one is cotton… where are you going?”

“Why are your sheets black?” she giggled looking down at his bed.

“Why are you making fun of my sheets?”

“Well look at me Mr. moody hero boy with my black sheets ” she giggled throwing herself onto his bed. He watched her trying to be annoyed as she poked fun. Sitting up she tried to give him a sexy look, eyes squinting, “I’m Mr sexy black sheets.”

“Oh are you now?” he said walking up to her looking down. “And what color are your sheets Miss America?”

“You know, basic bitch shit. White, turquoise, oh and I have some cool red tribal ones too. Wow, these are so soft” she distracted herself petting his sheets.

“They are 800 threat count," he said leaning forward loving the sight of her in his bed. Their long-distance relationship was fine but having her here meant they could do a few things they couldn’t before. Things he was ready to do the moment she had walked off that airplane.

“So fancy,” she whispered that playful smile still on her lips as he closed the distance between them.

“Only the best” he mumbled before kissing him.

“Katsuki?” the sound of his name brought him back as he looked down at her, she stood there holding the clothes now by the bathroom door, “Thank you,” she said softly. Her eyes down at her feet. Grunting he shrugged heading toward the hallway.

“Whatever, just get some rest.”

“Ok… good night… Katsuki.” the way she said his name. So foreign on her tongue.

He hated it.

He hated all of this.

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[honeymoonjin]

WTLTLD part two - jimin x reader

Read the first part to Would You Like to Live Deliciously? here. Part two: when Jimin accidentally fucks up and ticks an invite to his friend’s hangout as ‘plus one’, he freaks out and contacts the only girl he knows - you, a succubus whom he had previously summoned to take his virginity. Unfortunately for you, blending in as a human girlfriend will be difficult when his friend group consists of some familiar faces. Mentions of sexual content but nothing explicit. 2.9k words. This will have more parts to come! Please let me know what you think!

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“Just call her, dude.”

Jimin huffs in irritation. “It’s not like it’s some random girl, Jungkook. She’s a fucking sex demon. Besides, I don’t want to bother her.” He focuses stubbornly on the road ahead as he holds on to the steering wheel a little tighter.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Jungkook narrow his eyes at Jimin and pout. “It’s not fair,” he whines, “I was the one that found the incantation in the first place. If you’re too pussy to call her again, then I should be allowed to!”

He exits off the highway with a harsher turn than is probably necessary. “I’m not a pussy, Jungkook. And you can get your own sex demon. No one’s stopping you.”

Judging by the toothy grin he’s being sent, that was the wrong thing to say. “Ooh, Jimin’s jealous! Jimin likes her! Whatever, dude. I told you yesterday; if you don’t call her when we get there, I will.”

The two of them were headed to a weekend hangout at their mutual friend Hoseok’s beach house. It had been a couple years since the last of them had graduated high school, and most of the others had moved away even before then. Their group of seven which had remained unbreakable, even over the distance, was finally reuniting in person, and the two in the car couldn’t have been more excited.

There was only one issue. Jimin had fucked up and accidentally hit the plus-one on the electronic invites Namjoon had made, and he was too proud to admit it was a mistake, so now an entire false narrative had been created around Jimin apparently having a girlfriend, and the only girl he had really spoken to and was comfortable with was, ironically, a succubus that he literally summoned from the depths of hell.

“I’ll call her,” he finally admits in resignation, “I made sure to pack the salt, I just… What can I possibly offer her, Gukie? There’s no reason for her to say yes.”

Jungkook falls into contemplative silence for a few moments, clutching at his seatbelt where it sometimes dug into the skin of his neck. “You know,” he says slowly in an odd tone, “I reckon I have an idea.”

Jimin takes the opportunity of a red stoplight to twist and stare at Jungkook, the younger boy’s eyebrows knitted in thought, nodding slowly. “What is it?”

“Okay, bear with me,” he starts, protesting when Jimin sighs. No doubt it would be another one of his hairbrained schemes. “Hey! Seriously, hear me out! Y/n wants sex, right? And obviously, last time you were more than happy to offer your dick up, so she probably won’t want to do all this work for something she’s already had before-” Jimin rolls his eyes, starting forward jerkily when the light turns green again, “bu-ut, maybe if you throw in a little extra she’d be willing to work for it.” Jungkook stays quiet with a big smile on his face, expectant.

Jimin groans. “Wow, so that whole spiel was just so that I’d let you fuck her, huh?”

“No! Well, yes… What I’m saying is, all you gotta do is sweeten the pot, buddy. Think about it- we’re going to be spending a whole long weekend with five other dudes. I was FaceTiming Namjoon the other day and he mentioned about how jealous the other guys were of you having a girlfriend, because they’re all single.”

Jimin frowned. “I thought Yoongi had a girlfriend.”

“Are you kidding? They broke up ages ago. I’m thinking you plus six other horny boys is a pretty great bargaining chip.”

A great sigh leaves Jimin’s nostrils as the car pulls onto a residential street running parallel to the street. “So, you’re telling me I should tell everyone Y/n is my girlfriend and then also get them to have sex with her? They’re not going to take part in that, because for them, it’d be cheating.”

“I’m not an idiot, hyung. Tell them you’re in an open relationship, because the little minx has a raging sexual appetite and your chili pepper dick can’t keep up.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin snaps reflexively, but his mind is already whirring.

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“You seem grouchy,” Namjoon teases as the two of you sit in the bed of his truck at the old train station crossroads half an hour out of the main city.

Your frown deepens, and you take another swig from the glass bottle of vodka dangling limply in your hand. Demons couldn’t get drunk, but you very much enjoyed the burning sensation of high percentage alcohols. “No shit.” You sigh, letting your legs swing off the edge aimlessly. “I got summoned for the first time in, like, forever. And then he acts like he’s all smitten, and his friend was there, and I was hoping they’d summon me again. I could do with a regular fix, you know. But nothing.” You laugh bitterly. “Fuck, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have given them my name.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “You what? Y/n, why would you risk it? If they found the resources to summon you, they could easily…” He breaks off with a sigh. “I hope for your sake they’ve just forgotten about you or moved on from seeking out the company of kind like us.”

You hum noncommittedly. “Anyway. I was thinking you and I should go downtown and spend some of those souls of yours this weekend. Splurge a little.”

He laughs incredulously, dimple deepening as his eyes stay locked on the slowly setting sun. “Oh, so you have one bad day and now you want to use my hard-earned souls for a little retail therapy? I see how it is.” He nudges your shoulder, but then drops the smile. “No can do, sorry. I have plans.”

You place the bottle on the metal bed of the truck. “Plans? Since when do us demons plan anything?”

He shrugs. “It’s… a thing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back on Monday; we can go then. Deal?”

“Sure, whatever.” You huff and lean back, staring up at the deep orange wash of the sunset as it blends into navy. “You and I never hang out anymore. Not since…”

“Y/n,” Namjoon warns, voice a little more distant now that you’re lying down, “it’s not that I’m avoiding you, because I’m not. I just think there’s no point in being so bitter towards him anymore. He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just how he is.”

You scoff and kick one leg out into the air petulantly. “Why is everyone on his side all the time? He walked out before I could even get any closure. He didn’t leave a message, nothing. How is he the victim here?”

Namjoon sighs patiently, turning around to face you, leaning over and blocking the last warm rays of the sun. “Need I remind you that you broke up with him? He’s still not over you, Y/n.”

You sit up suddenly, and Namjoon has to jump back to avoid your heads colliding. “Min Yoongi can go suck a dick. He didn’t have to be an asshole and leave like he did, even if he knew what I was going to do. It’s just cruel.”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side. “Y/n,” the crossroads demon begins slowly, “have you really never considered that he left like that because he couldn’t bear to face you and deal with the goodbye?”

Your face falls solemn for a moment, eyes distant, before you shake your head roughly and get up off the truck, landing heavily on the dirt. “It doesn’t matter either way,” you spit, “I’m never going to have to see him ever again, so he can find some succubus pussy elsewhere if he’s that hung up on it. Goodbye, Namjoon.”

“Y/n, I wasn’t trying to upset you, I just-”

His voice is abruptly muffled as you depart from the earthly plane and return home to your silent, cold apartment.

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You wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but later that night when you feel that tug in your chest and the telltale tingling in your extremities that signifies you’re being summoned, you happily drop everything and stand up in anticipation. Finally.

Quickly schooling your expression into something a little more neutral, your heart races as your new surroundings materialize in front of you. It’s a cold, dank room, with a naked light bulb dangling from the ceiling. To your right is a bay with a washing machine and a dryer, to your right lies a metal rack with wet clothes strung over it. And in front of you, dinner.

“Mortals,” you recite slowly, hoping your smile comes off as sly rather than genuinely happy, “for what purpose have you summoned me?”

Jimin, who’s back in his childish clothes – this time a thin white sweater and pink skinny jeans – flinches at the burst of hellfire and waves sheepishly, but the younger just grins widely. “You can drop the formalities, noona,” he gushes, “we’re like friends now.”

You roll your eyes, though the comment inspires a muted bloom of joy within you. “Why am I here?”

Jungkook grins and leans back to stare down at his friend wordlessly. Jimin rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. “The thing is, uh… I kind of told my friends I had a girlfriend. A-And I don’t. So, I was wondering if you might, uh, pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You blink at him, eyes narrowing slowly. Any spark of excitement at the thought of feeding well again is snuffed out. “Excuse me? Why would I do that?”

The older boy helplessly shrugs with a pained expression, so Jungkook takes over. “Here’s the deal. Jimin needs a hot chick to show off to his friends; you’re a hot chick. You’re a demon from hell who needs to fuck for survival – huge fan, by the way – and we have seven people in our friend group who would love to assist in your plight, I’m sure. We’ll tell them you and Jimin are allowed to have sex with other people, and you can have your pick. Quid pro quo.” Proud of himself, Jungkook nods once decisively and falls silent.

You glance over to Jimin. “He’s telling the truth? You believe I’ll be able to feed well here?” Realistically, you should just say no and return to hell, or perhaps somewhere else on Earth for a midnight snack, but an offer like this had never come around for you before, and it’s not like you were going to do anything this weekend anyway. Jimin nods cautiously, and you sigh in resignation. “How long do I have to pretend? I do not know anything about mortal relationships, so I cannot guarantee I will be very convincing.”

“It’s easy,” Jungkook blurts in passionately, “all you have to do is be touchy feely, compliment Jimin, and always agree with him. Those are the three pillars to perfect PDA.”

“One weekend,” Jimin clarifies gratefully, “just until Monday morning when everyone heads back. I can, I don’t know, tell them in like a month from now that we broke up. Thank you so much, Y/n.”

“Also!” Jungkook very nearly yells, and you cringe at the way it fills the small room. “Also, human girlfriends always wear sexy clothes. You know, tight dresses, short skirts, low-cut tops. Hoseokie-hyung has a pool, so you should get a bikini too.”

You glance down at what you’re wearing. Clothes were normally unimportant to you unless you were on the hunt, so you had been spending the evening in your apartment wearing a loose tee and some sweatpants. In your experience ‘sexy’ varied from person to person, and so it seemed the younger boy found showing skin to be attractive. “I’m not your girlfriend,” you answer simply, “so it is irrelevant to me what you think of my attire. Jimin,” you focus your gaze on him, “what do you want me to wear?”

“Uhh…” For a moment, you wait and stare at the way his mouth drops open and his eyes widen in thought. Beside him, Jungkook is mouthing something you’re pretty sure is ‘lingerie, lingerie’ but Jimin doesn’t pay him any attention. “you don’t have to be sexy for me, you can just wear whatever you want. Whatever’s comfortable.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the non-committal response, and instead shut them briefly so that you can focus on slipping into his mind. Smiling a little at the way his kinks and fetishes seemed to have evolved from last time, you let yourself savor and get to know his taste.

“…is she okay? Fuck, Jimin, she’s probably glitching out or something. Throw more salt on her; maybe the call is running out.”

“I’m not gonna throw salt on her. Y/n, are you good?”

You crack open your eyes with a satisfied smile, then look down at you clothes, dematerializing the casual attire and replacing it with a pair of black shorts and an oversize yellow sweater that hangs off one shoulder to expose your bare skin, no bra strap in sight.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, and he closes it to swallow hard. “That’s… that’s my sweater.”

“The one you were wearing at our first meeting, correct. It was the only item of clothing of yours I had seen in enough detail to recreate. Is this acceptable attire?”

Jungkook sighs out dreamily. “Most certainly. Stealing his sweater? Classic girlfriend. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

Before you can answer, a doorbell rings somewhere outside the room. Jimin swears and puts a hand across his forehead nervously. “Oh god, what if they don’t believe me? What if they won’t have sex with her and I have to sell my soul to make up for the deal? Oh god, what am I doing?”

“Calm down,” Jungkook commands with a soft punch to Jimin’s shoulder, “it’s probably just Hoseokie-hyung getting back from the store. Y/n,” he swivels and fixes his gaze on you, “just pretend like you only just arrived, okay? We’ll introduce you.”

‘Hoseokie-hyung’ turns out to be a boisterous, extremely friendly young man with black hair and tanned skin, and before Jimin even gets your name out, you’re enveloped in a tight hug, feet almost lifting off of the ground.

“So nice to meet you! Jimin’s been pretty hush-hush about everything. Guess he wants to keep you all to himself, huh?”

“No!” Jimin yells suddenly, making Hoseok flinch in surprise. “Uh, sorry, we’re just not, um, monogamous. I didn’t tell you guys much because…”

You smile softly, internally cringing at the way he awkwardly stumbles on his words. “I asked him to keep quiet,” you pitch in, “I didn’t want him talking me up too much!” Your eye twitches when Jimin laughs in relief a little too loudly.

“Oh,” Hoseok states, a little less energetic than before, but still with a radiant, friendly beam on his face, “that’s fair enough, I know Jimin certainly likes to overexaggerate things. But you seem lovely, it’s nice to meet you!”

“You too.” You remember Jungkook’s advice: compliments, physical contact, and agreement. Without warning, you’re leaning into Jimin’s side and slipping your hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Secretly loving the way the muscles in his ass jump at the pressure, you smile pleasantly. “Any friend of Jimin’s is a friend of mine.”

Jimin tugs at the neck of his white sweater, then lets his arm gingerly rest over your shoulders. “Hobi-hyung, when are the others arriving?”

Hoseok’s eyes light up. “Soon, I hope! Most of the others met up at the main station to get an Uber together, but-” A ding breaks his concentration, and you frown, craning your neck to locate the origin of the source.

Hoseok pulls out a black, flat device from his pocket and stares into the light that comes out the surface. You were of course familiar with mobile phones, had seen them in the wild, but had no use for one yourself. You watched curiously as he looked at it for a moment, squinting to try and make out what showed up on the surface. “Oh! Yeah, so as I was saying, most of them are en route now, but Yoongi showed up separately. He just text; he’s at the front door.”

Your head rocks back and your pleasant façade freezes. Jimin feels you tense up, and hastily removes his arm from your shoulders as if that was the problem, then asks you if you’re okay, but you’ve tuned out the earthly plane you’re on, homing in on your other senses.

It could be a different Yoongi, you had hoped for a moment. Maybe it had become a popular human name. But no. You could feel his familiar energy radiating through your skull, the way it did when he was near.

Another ding sounds in the back of your mind, but this one doesn’t come from Hoseok’s device, but the direction of the front door. Your ex-boyfriend is here.

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[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 67

Let’s Talk About Us

Summary: In which Gula and Ava talk about marriage. Word Count: 1,674 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

“You know, Shelby,” Ava sighed to herself, petting said turtle with her foot, “If I had known there would be this much paperwork involved with being a headmaster, I don't think I would have been one.”

Shelby gave her a happy little chirp in response. The Vulpes headmaster let out a small laughter before returning to her work. She even started to hum a little to herself as she went on. Silence didn't bother her as she worked, but she always felt slightly more productive if she vocalized what she was doing to others.

Her work was interrupted when she heard her phone buzz. Curious, Ava put her pen down (and also did a good hand stretch to relax those muscles) so she could look at the message. It surprised her to see that Gula had sent her a text.

'where r u? we agreed 2 meet at the fountain remember? hurry up pretty girl'

Ava gave a thoughtful sigh as she rested her head into her hand. Did she and Gula agree to meet at the fountain? If they had, she couldn't remember what fo-

“I forgot about Gula!” Ava quickly exclaimed before rushing out of her office. If she hadn't been rushed so quickly, she would have realized that she had forgotten something (or rather, someone) else entirely. But that was a story for another time. For now, Ava quickly rushed out of the main building and to the school fountain.

Gula was admiring the school fountain as he waited. As far as he knew, the fountain was about as old as the school itself. It was one of the first fixtures to be added at the school's founding, if he remembered correctly. He casually looked into the main pool and gave a light smirk at seeing the munny that had been tossed in by several students. Technically, it was considered an act of vandalism- as per the school grounds rulebook. But who didn't need a bit of luck when that next GPA destroying exam came along?

The Leopardus headmaster carefully looked around the area to make sure no one was watching him. Once he confirmed that the coast was clear, he dug around in his pockets for a bit of spare munny. He mumbled a small wish to himself before flicking the munny into the fountain. Not one second later, he could hear the cry of “Gula!” from none other than his favorite Ava. He turned around and greeted the other headmaster with a smile.

“Did you put schoolwork before the people you love again?” Gula teasingly asked her. Giving a small tsk, he then said, “How dare you Ava. So prudent and goal focused you are!”

Ava didn't have time to respond at first; too busy at catching her breath to properly speak. She must have really ran when she realized that she was late. How cute.

“How do you… not have a… ton of… paperwork to do? You… You slacker.” Ava finally heaved as she looked up at him. Perhaps not with contempt, but something very close to it.

“I let Ira do it.” came the quick, callous answer.

“Gula...”

“He seems to enjoy it.” Gula went on to joke. “I mean, he would surely say something about it. Right? You know, something beyond a 'Gula, they are your students so you need to oversee their progress.' He's not very good at getting things across subtly.”

“Gula.”

The Leopardus headmaster playfully flinched at Ava's motherly tone. At this point, Ava had regained her sense of being and was now looking at him as if he had interrupted her from her work. Which, in a way, he kinda did. Gula gave her a knowing smirk (one that caused an immediate blush across her features, that beautifully predictive woman) before moving a bit closer to her to brush a strand of her hair away from her face.

“You work too hard, Foxy-Loxy.” he said to her, quietly. Lovingly. “Let's go for a walk in town for a bit.”

Ava raised a suspicious eyebrow at him for a moment, but then she relaxed. “I would like tha-” she even started to say before something suddenly hit her.

“Oh my gosh!” she quickly exclaimed. “I forgot to put Shelby back in his cage before I left!”

“He'll be fine.” Gula immediately replied as he placed his arm on Ava's shoulders. “How much trouble could one little turtle get in to?”

It wasn't enough to satisfy Ava's fear. “What if he gets out of the office? What if he finds his way to the elevator and gets out of the main building? What if he tries to find me, or gets squished by the elevator, or… or…!”

“Ava.” Gula said to her- using a tone that he knew could make her freeze dead in her tracks. “He'll be fine- just trust me on this. Who knows? Maybe he won't go anywhere, and if he does, it'll probably be to find Ephemer. He won't go far.”

Ava continued to give Gula a worried look. Eventually, she gave a small sigh of defeat.

“You're right.” she agreed. “You're absolutely right.”

Gula didn't say anything against this, instead he offered out his arm and gave her a wide grin. Ava looked at him, then at his arm, then back at him again with uncertainty. Slowly, carefully, she let a smile cross her lips, and the two went off to town.

. . .

Gula and Ava walked arm in arm going into town. Gula lead them to a park plaza in between the residential and commercial areas and they continued to aimlessly walk along the sidewalk. The air was cool and light as they went along; occasionally, a small breeze would come by to make Ava shiver slightly. When it happened, she would step a bit closer to Gula for warmth- who, in all honesty, was a bit better dressed for the early September air than she was.

The Leopardus headmaster would steal a look or two at Ava as she happily trained her eyes to the sidewalk. If he listened closely enough, he could hear her hum the tune of her favorite song. For a moment, he could see her dressed entirely in white, humming that same tune as she went down a church aisle. It reminded Gula of something, so he just had to ask her about it.

“Did Invi talk to you about that wedding she was invited to?”

Ava responded with a quick nod. “It's so sweet that her friend was willing to let all of us go along. I can't imagine how expensive it could be...”

“Do you plan on going?”

“I would like to.” Ava agreed, a wide grin spreading across her face. “I can't even remember the last wedding we were invited to.”

“It has been awhile, hasn't it?” he agreed as he ran a sheepish hand along his neck. “You'd think that we'd have attended our own weddings by now. So many of the folks we knew when we were students are already married, some even have kids.”

“Some of us had kids before we even graduated, thank you very much.” Ava boasted. Gula had to laugh at this.

“You were a very plucky 15 year old.” he agreed. “Although I'm sure a few others didn't have the same choice you did. Don't you remember Katrina (I think she was Ninth Year at the time?) and that Brom guy that she ran away with?”

Ava gave a small frown as she wondered, “I thought they eloped? Her dad was so tight fisted on what she could and couldn't do. I didn't think it was because she was…?”

“That's what they say happened.” Gula shrugged. “Who am I to judge? Whatever made them happy in the end, I guess.”

“I guess...”

Gula looked over at Ava, neatly raising an eyebrow in the process. Her thoughts were a bit more somber now- if that small frown tugging the corner of her lips were any indication. They'd never really discussed marriage between them before. In regards to themselves or otherwise. Gula looked back at the path they were walking down and gave a thoughtful hum.

“I think marriage would be a good beginning of the end.” he decided out loud. “Besides sharing a bed and a house, maybe driving each other up the wall on who does what chores, it's not like anything changes between them. Shouldn't change between them, anyway.”

“But what if it doesn't work out?” Ava worried. “What if, even if they thought they were happy, they just… weren't? And one day they just wake up and realize that… that it was all just a… just a waste? All those years together, and they were never really happy...”

Gula gave a soft glance toward Ava, trying very hard not to let his disappointment show. Ava herself had lightly intertwined her fingers with each other as she walked in a contemplative silence. When she finally spoke again, her voice as soft; almost at a whisper.

“Most people get married so they can have kids, or to have a sure place to rest their heads at night. But I already have both of those, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I don't have a reason to be married at the moment. Does that… does that sound selfish?”

At this point, Gula stopped walking and took Ava by the hands.

“No, Ava,” he softly said to her, stepping even closer to her. “That doesn't make you selfish in the slightest. If anything, it proves what I love about you the most; your sense of knowing what's important.”

“Gula,” Ava carefully said as she looked him over. “What are you...” But she cut herself off the moment she realized where his train of thought was. She looked at him with wide, surprised eyes and was about to say something, but he stopped her with a kiss.

After that, no other words were said between them about marriage. Absolutely none at all.

#daybreak academy #chapter 67 #kingdom hearts fanfiction #Ava #Gula #Shelby #Season 2

[castelli-pack]

First Kiss

"Ash I..." he started then, making up his mind, he touched Ash's face instead. The only thing he could do was to close the distance between them. Kissing Ash that moment wasn't even a choice, it was inevitable.

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Nothing exciting was happening at work, the café was so empty Sam was sure the apocalypse had happened and people forgot to tell them. 

His head, on the other hand, was really busy since it was pretty much just Ash. Every single free moment Sam had, he noticed he would think about Ash. How his hair looked great that morning, the way he said 'thanks' when Sam gave him his favorite chocolate yesterday, how beautiful was his laugh when they were discussing shitty tv shows. Sam was sure that everything about Ash was just as appealing to him. 

Was it love? Was he in love? Was he in love with Ash? 

Did he want to spend every free time with him? Yes. Was Ash the last and the first thing he thought about basically every day? Yes. Would he do pretty much everything to make Ash happy? YES.

Damn, he was in love, right? And he didn't know how to deal with this, everything was too new but if he was being honest it also felt really good. 

What didn't feel good was not knowing how Ash actually felt about him. He knew Ash liked him, but he wasn't sure about what type of 'like' that was. Although lately, he noticed small changes in Ash's behavior. Right after they solved all the Isaac and Ash fight and Ash would start being around more, he noticed how Ash was always flirting and talking to some guy, it was carefree nothing serious. Sam never liked that. 

He wouldn't say a thing, of course, he had no right but he couldn't understand at first how much that made him mad. He knew now.

But Ash wasn't doing that anymore, was he? Nowadays he'd go to Sam's café and study on his spell notebook alone, often throwing smiles at Sam. He'd wait for him to finish his shift and they'd both walk home together. He stopped going out alone at night and he'd stay with Sam, watching tv and simply hanging out. They'd often just drive aimlessly and they'd talk, talk and talk. 

Sam was never this happy before.

So, what did all of that mean? Would Ash want to be more than friends? He needed to know. But since he had no idea how to even ask, he texted Ash instead because why the fuck not? It's not like he was gonna send love letters to him, he just wanted to talk.

Sam: '- Is there anyone alive? Is the whole world asleep? Are we the last people on Earth?????? -'

Ash: '- lmao no costumers?-'

Sam: 'It's like the end of the fucking world and post-apocalypse people hate coffee-"

Ash: '- Do you see anyone around?-'

Sam: '- Nope, you're the first sign of life since a VERY LONG TIME-'

Ash: '-Fuck Sam we are the last people on Earth then, how will you survive with only me to keep you company?-"

Sam: '-I'm sure I can manage, we can rule the whole empty world together-'

Ash: '-that's so badass of us, fucking kings, I like that, your highness!-'

Sam read the whole conversation again and... were they flirting? Was this how people flirt? Was Ash flirting???? He took a deep breath, flirting or not, the mood was really nice so he could act on it. 

Sam: '-Oh your majesty, would you give me the honor of your presence and join me on a short trip tonight?-'

Ash: '-I need to break the king fantasy to say: smooth and of fucking course I'd join you-'

Smooth??? What did Ash mean with that? Sam was quick to answer anyway.

Sam: '-You don't even know where we're going how did you say yes? Maybe I'm taking you to Florida and you just agreed to this absurd-'

Ash: '- Are you going to be there?-'

Sam: '-Yeah?-'

Ash: '-then the destination doesn't really matter, honestly Sam I can't with you-'

Wow. wow. WOW. Did he actually? Sam needed to chill. 

Sam: '-I'm happy to know that I think? but I won't take you to Florida, not today at least, so tonight, should we leave around 6 pm? My shift ends at 5 pm-'

Ash: '-sounds great-'

Sam: '-okay, see you soon <3-'

Sam almost didn't send the heart but since he was just throwing everything he had today he just said fuck it, he wasn't expecting the answer right away though.

Ash: '- can't wait <3<3-'

Two hearts. WHAT DID THAT MEAN. 

Overthinking, that was the theme of this trip. 

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They were inside the car. Sam was driving and Ash had his head against the window, it was a comfortable silence. Except it wasn't silent inside the car since there was music on and Sam was cursing his tastes so much because every single song playing was a love ballad. He was blushing without even looking at Ash, it was ridiculous since most of those songs made Sam think about him. 

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

Jesus christ Sam was gonna crash that car. He noticed Ash moved a bit and he wondered if he was reacting to the song as well because Sam himself was about to jump out of the car or jump on Ash, he wasn't quite sure. 

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know

If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

That actually made Sam think about how he never knew what love felt like until Ash and he really didn't want anyone else. If Ash didn't feel the same way about him would he rather be alone? Probably. He only ever wanted one person in his life and he doesn't think he'd ever want another. Some people would say that's stupid, how could he know? But he did and he was okay with this, he would accept whatever Ash was willing to give him.

Sam noticed how beautiful the stars were and he remembered something.

"When I was little I'd look at the sky and hope I'd be tall enough to reach the stars... I mean maybe that is the reason I got this tall," Ash laughed out loud.

"What would I want to reach to be this short? Hell?" 

"I mean you can be really devilish if you want so maybe?" Sam joked.

"Oh shut up, I'm a fucking angel how can you even say that?" Ash said pretending to be offended.

"Right, how unfair of me, it's really offensive when people say the truth,"

"Little shit" Ash smiled more.

That was when their car started making weird noises. 

"See, even the car agrees you're being a little shit, it doesn't want you to keep driving"

"Haha really funny Ash, for real I think the car is dying??"

Not exactly the car but the battery. Sam couldn't believe he didn't check this, that was so fucking stupid of him. Great, imagine telling Ash he wanted to be his boyfriend when he couldn't even take him out without breaking his damn car. 

They stopped in a field near the road. Sam was feeling like shit. He wanted to show Ash a beautiful place that night and what he got were grass and an empty field. 

"I'm sorry Ash... that wasn't what I had planned," Sam said sadly.

"What do you mean? You didn't plan our car breaking down in the middle of nowhere? I'm so shocked!" Ash said joking but Sam seemed actually down.

"Sam really? I'm kidding, I don't really care, our time together is what it matters, for real," Sam looked at him and he seemed less devastated.  "Also, look at that fucking sky, come on let's see if you are able to reach them now!"

Ash got out of the car and Sam couldn't do anything but follow him. Outside he looked at the sky and he couldn't believe how bright the stars were, it was like a movie.

"See? I guess we are already in a great place, so do you need me to climb your shoulders?" Ash asked.

"W-what? Climb my what?" Sam asked choking a bit.

"To reach the stars? What did you think it was? Oh wow Sammy boy, do we have a dirty mind here?" Ash teased. 

"Of course not, I was just confused stop!" Ash just laughed. Sam would give everything to hear that for the rest of his life. 

They both sat on the floor in front of the car so they could rest their backs. 

"You know, I never really had the opportunity to do that, just watch the stars and fuck? They are really beautiful, it doesn't even seem real." Ash said looking up. 

All Sam could actually look at was Ash. His presence was brighter than that whole sky. 

"We can always come here and look at them if you want," Sam said, basically whispering. He didn't know how but he noticed he was impossibly close to Ash, if he turned his head he'd feel his breathing.  

"Yeah? Then it's a promise." Ash said as he turned to look at Sam. He kept looking at him and Sam couldn't look anywhere else but his eyes. It was now or never.

"Ash I..." he started then, making up his mind, he touched Ash's face instead. The only thing he could do was to close the distance between them. Kissing Ash that moment wasn't even a choice, it was inevitable. 

At first, it was sweet, just a brush of lips. He looked at Ash's eyes, and whatever he saw on them made him kiss him again this time deeply, almost desperately. It was never like this with anyone but again, they weren't Ash, nobody would ever be Ash. 

Ash kissed him back with the same intensity, his hands holding Sam's neck, pulling him closer. It was perfect, under that sky, under a see of stars the most magical thing was their kiss.

When they broke apart they didn't say anything for a moment, they just breathe each other. Sam was the one breaking the silence. 

"So, I like you," He said almost too fast to be understandable. 

"No shit? You know what, I totally didn't notice this, not even when your tongue was in my mouth," Sam groaned. 

"Ashhh, I'm serious!" Sam said frustrated.

"Me too? I'm so serious I guess you should do it again, just so I can be sure, you know, the whole tongue thing?" Sam laughed.

"Well just so you can be sure right?" 

"Totally yeah" Ash agreed smiling.

Before Sam could start kissing him again Ash held his head away for a second.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked worried.

"I like...you too." And he kissed a very surprised Sam before he could answer anything back and well, he didn't complain at all. 

They forgot about their broken car until Ash had to call Isaac at 2 am and all Sam could hear was "DAMN IT TURNER I WAS SLEEPING". 

Ash held Sam's hand while they both laughed and Sam promised to those stars he'd do anything to keep laughing alongside Ash. 

#sam thorne #ash turner #smash

[melikeylikeyjimin]

Absent Souls

(I do not own this gif)

Word Count: 7.1k words

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader and Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU! ANGST and Fluff

a/n: Hey guys, Here’s that one-shot I was talking about earlier in Noir 11! Sorry it’s coming out later than expected but everything has been really busy for me, so I apologize! I don’t imagine getting Noir out tonight as well, but I’ll try my hardest to get it out ASAP! Thank you for all the love and support and I hope you like this one-shot :)!

Throughout the world, there were always joyous people, heartbroken people, and people that were just going about in what seemed like a constant routine. Happiness for some was a constant high of dopamine that they got, for others it was a fleeting feeling that whenever it hit, left a sense of warmness in your heart.

Sadness seemed to be just like happiness. Sometimes it left people debilitated and caught in its grasps or it would occasionally drop in like an unwanted relative.

Where you fell? You weren’t a hundred percent sure all the time. You were always told that happiness was the best thing a person could feel, so therefore you should always try to be happy.

You grew up in a rather happy environment where you could feel the love, care, and all of those good feelings. You would watch your parents talk with each other on a quiet Sunday morning while your dad would be sitting down drinking coffee while reading the newspaper, and your mom would be working away at making breakfast for all of you to enjoy together.

The way they talked to each other was a beautiful sight to see for all. Their tones always calm and relaxed as their eyes only showed love for one another. Monogamy like no other. No one could tear your parents apart, you were for sure about that. You didn’t really understand all their words they would tell you about love and how you would find your very own type of love. At a young age, most of the words that flew into your ears went straight back out without even a single thought of comprehending it.

As you got older, you continued to see the sight of your parents. It influenced you to want to find the same type of love they shared. You wanted a special person who would talk sweetly with you and hold only love and admiration in their eyes for you, just like your dad had held for your mom. Everything about the love they shared was golden and perfect, there was no cracks, scratches, or any dents in their love. Their souls were perfectly connected and completely in sync.

Around the time you turned thirteen was when you first heard the word soulmate. Your parents had sat you down one night after dinner to talk to you. Being a normal person, you were paranoid that you had done something wrong, but the soft smiles on their faces calmed the storm in your head.

They told you about how they met and how everything sparked. They were soulmates. You listened carefully to their romantic story of how they got together. Soulmates. It was a lovely word and after hearing your parents story of how they met, you wanted your very own soulmate.

Your mother had reassured you that you would find one and you would love them and they would love you the same. They told you how there was not really a sign that you had met your soulmate but you would just know. A simple even glance or meeting of the eyes would set your heart ablaze. The thought made your heart rush in excitement to meet your very own soulmate.

How you could not wait to meet the person who would make you feel complete, loved, and everything right and good.

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Now at sixteen, you were a bit more discouraged since you had first learned about soulmates when you were thirteen. Not that you had expected to find him/her right away but it had been three almost four years since then. Still, no sign of them.

You sighed deeply as you dragged your feet home after another tiring day of school. School life was boring, nothing interesting ever happened much. It became a daily motion to the point where going to school was like you living your life on autopilot.

Every day was the same. Wake up, get ready, go to school and learn, come back home, eat, do homework, sit on your phone, and then go to bed.

It couldn’t get any better than that. Your life had no real variety or spice to it. You weren’t sad with it but you weren’t happy with how it was going either. You sat down at your desk, in your room and pulled out your phone to aimlessly scroll through all the different forms of social media you had.

The random videos you constantly scrolled past was how you spent your time. Cat videos, dog videos, pranks, random memes that didn’t always make sense, an article about how they did surgery on a grape, and much other stuff flooded your screen.

The internet was an odd but lovely place. There were lots of cool stuff on it but with the same amount of weird stuff on it too. Surfing too deep into it was bound to lead to scarring for sure, making the internet a wondrous but also terrifying place to be.

You sighed before closing the app and locking your phone, setting it gently on your wooden desk. You stared up at the ceiling looking for something to do. Days like these made routine feel mediocre and boring.

Eventually, you gave up looking for something to do and settled with a short nap while you waited for your mom to make dinner. That was at least one thing you could forward to, dinner...food.

Falling back onto your bed, you lay your head comfortably on the pillow, pulling the blankets up to your chin and setting a small alarm so you didn’t oversleep so much that you wouldn’t be able to sleep later tonight. Closing your eyes, you drifted off into a different and better form of reality, a dreamland.

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The blaring sound of your alarm caused your eyes to squint as they tried desperately to take in your room and stay open. Lazily flinging your arm over towards where your phone sat, sounding out the song you had made your alarm tone, you hit the stop button.

Sitting up took a lot of energy out of you as you tried to will yourself that today was worth it and you should get up even if you wished nothing more than to go back into the warmth of your blankets and pillows. The cold air blanketed over your skin, filling it with goosebumps as soon as it was exposed.

Rubbing your arms up and down, you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, and getting dressed.

Something about today felt different to you. It was as if your body was unusually filled with this happy energy. It was as if every fiber of your body was screaming that it was going to be a great day today and that for once, school would be something that wasn’t as bad as it usually was.

You smiled back at your reflection in the mirror. You were gonna hold on tight to this positive feeling you had because you never wanted to let go of it now.

Rushing down the stairs with your bag slung over your shoulder, you set it down on the kitchen table before quickly throwing your lunch together and eating a granola bar. This really was a new feeling, you usually take your time to get to school, but you could hardly wait to get there. You quickly tied your shoes and threw your bag on before giving your confused mother and father a hurried goodbye.

The walk to school flew by as it seemed that your body was stuck in a fast pace the entire way there. After finally arriving, you took a moment to catch your breath and slow down. It was odd for you to have walked that fast to school, considering you usually felt like just crawling back into bed and giving up on your education.

For sure though, today was going to be very different. Your very soul could feel the energy of today.

Walking to where your locker was, you sighed and opened it so you could put last night’s homework into it as well as your lunch, and then take out whatever you needed for your next few classes.

Closing the locker in a hurry, you rushed off to class with even more energy. Sitting down in your desk, you looked around the room letting your eyes wander to wherever they wanted to go. You were secretly hoping the whole reason today seemed different would show up and reveal itself to you.

The bell rang for class to begin and you decided it must not going to be happening anytime soon. But then there was the sound of the door opening. You lifted your head slightly from the notebook you were about to begin doodling in and were met with a boy.

He wasn’t looking at you, but the sight of him was making your insides flip and buzz with energy. You couldn’t describe the feeling it was giving you, everything about him was driving your mind, your body, and even your soul crazy.

Finally, he turned and your eyes met. As if the feeling of just looking at him wasn’t already overwhelming enough, having made eye contact with him was a whole new story. It was like a tsunami of energy and a buzz like feeling crashing over your body, rendering it numb and light.

When you were looking at him, everything felt good and happy. This must have been why you woke up in a happy mood today. Today was the day your soul had known you would be united with your soulmate. The person you were supposed to love forever and be together with.

Having been lost in his gaze, you finally smiled at him but got nowhere near the same reaction. He didn’t smile at all. There was a faint glare of annoyance in his eyes towards you that you could feel. It made the feeling of slight pain more amplified within you.

Did he not feel the same energy and spark from you? Were you mistaken? Or did you stare at him for so long that he finally decided you were just a creep? Your mind was racing as to why he would react in such a way to you. You knew you needed to talk to him though.

The teacher cleared her throat, “I’d like to introduce the new student to our class, Jeon Jungkook. I know he’s transferring a bit late into the semester, but please treat him kindly.” Jungkook bowed slightly to everyone and went to take an available seat.

Jeon Jungkook… how beautiful his name sounded, it flowed perfectly. You could only imagine getting the chance to share his last name and be together with him. Deciding to leave the fantasy there, you planned to try to talk to him after class. You needed to know that he was your soulmate and that you finally had someone who you could love and would love you equally the same.

The bell rang once again, and you quickly moved from your desk to catch Jungkook. You moved towards his desk as he was packing stuff away and tapped his shoulder, “Excuse me…”

His head shot up at the touch of your hand before sending another glare your way, “What do you want?”

“Um, well… it’s just that I felt this connection between us two, so I’m assuming we are soulmates, so…”

He scoffed, “So you’re wanting to talk, get to know each other, fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after? Well, guess what, I don’t care. I don’t believe in soulmates. I rather get to choose who I want to fall in love with.”

His words crushed you. Your happiness was shredded into tiny little pathetic crumbles of what it used to be. He shoved past you to get to his next class, leaving you dumbfounded at his words.

Did they hurt? Definitely, they hurt a lot. But you didn’t want to give up on him. You wanted him to see that he could fall in love with you just like he could anyone else, regardless if fate had chosen you or not.

You knew as soon as you get home, you had some questions for your mom.

Surely she would know how to help you with your little soulmate issue because things were not going as planned.

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Rushing home as soon as the day had ended, you had thoughts rushing all throughout your head as you raced home. You had many questions for your mom, that you could only hope to remember all of them.

You were hopeful that she would be able to help you because otherwise, you weren't sure you knew exactly what to do with Jungkook. You wanted him to at least give you a chance, so you could get to know each other and then you could see if you wanted to move to something more serious than a friendship, but he wasn't even willing to give you that chance.

He didn't want your love, your friendship, or even to be associated with you in any way and that confused you. He didn't have to fall in love with you right away, in fact, you didn't want him to. You were hoping more for a friendship that would then blossom into a love that was felt by both of you, but no.

Unlocking the front door, you stepped inside to see your mom in the kitchen. “Mom,” you called out.

She turned to face you, “Yes?”

“I need to tell you something important.” Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement before she sat down at the dining table and invited you to sit across from her. You both sat down and she listened intently about what you had to say.

“You’re going to be happy at first, but I want you to listen to the full story before you react, okay?”

She nodded her head and waited for you to continue. “Well, I met my soulmate today. I’m pretty sure it was him, the experience was better than I could have ever imagined it to be, his name is Jungkook. Just looking at him made my heart pound in my chest. There’s a problem though. I tried to approach him about us being soulmates but he refused to think such a thing. He told me he didn’t believe in that type of stuff and that he wasn’t going to be with me just because some stupid fate decided we should be together. That doesn’t bother me but I’d at least like him to give me a chance you know? We don’t have to fall in love with each other, friendship is fine too. So I figured I could ask you or you could help me out. Please, mom, I need some help with this, this is very new to me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Your mom let you finish your sentence completely as she then grabbed your hand from across the table to gently hold. “Honey, I know exactly what you are talking about, I can tell you are scared about this.”

You frowned getting teary-eyed, “What if he doesn’t want me and I can’t find anyone else?”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Listen, I’m sure he’s just as scared as you are right now too. Maybe not in the same way, but he’s also scared of falling in love so quickly. I know what he said hurt, but I think you should continue pursuing him. Just keep trying, I know once he gets to know you, he could easily come to love you.”

You nodded as you wiped a few stray tears away from your eyes. You knew it was the right thing to talk to her, she knew it was hard and she was going to try to help you get through it no matter what.

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The next few days continued in the same way as the first day you had met Jungkook. You trying your best to make friends with him and get to know him, and him trying to ignore you and have nothing to do with you. It honestly got tiring for you, being pushed away like that was not good for you.

You could only keep yourself going with the idea of the end goal in mind of him finally giving you a chance. You didn’t have to be lovers right away, for now, and even for a while friends would have been fine with you.

Sadly, he never seemed to think the same way as you did about all of it. Your mom’s encouraging words about how your efforts would pay off, in the end, helped you keep yourself going.

That was until you felt a stabbing pain in your heart. There he was. Your eyes couldn’t tear away from him even if you wanted to, your heart felt as if it had stopped and shattered like glass in your chest.

Staring at his intertwined hand with another girl. You didn’t expect it to hurt this bad, but it did. It almost felt as if a part of you was dying, your heart to be exact. Little did you know though, that throughout your entire time chasing after Jungkook, you had someone watching you from afar with love.

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Kim Taehyung. You didn’t know him very well, but you heard lots about him. Good and bad things but you had never talked to him before to even form a good opinion on him. He was good looking, funny, and extremely nice as you had heard but he also was a bit of a player when it came to relationships.

Never once did you think he’d come up to you one day and start talking to you though. “Hi, Kim Taehyung.” He put his hand out in front of you as he randomly introduced himself. You stood in mild shock at the gesture as it was odd and completely out of the blue.

You took his hand reluctantly and introduced yourself as well, “Kim y/n.” He gave you a boxy smile that had your stomach flip at the sight slightly.

Within minutes of talking with him, you oddly were at ease with him. Something about him was calming to be around and didn’t make you nervous.

What his intentions were with talking to you, you had no idea but you decided you’d watch it all play out first before you decided to do anything about it.

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“So you’re telling me that you put pins on Mrs. Han’s chair?!” You asked in disbelief. Taehyung nodded happily as he was proud of his little prank that he had pulled on one of the meanest teachers you have ever come to know. “I can’t believe you did that, but you also did the whole school a favor.”

He laughed, “I know right?! No one can stand her at school and I doubt anyone could stand her in her own house. How she’s married no one knows.” You laughed along with him.

Ever since Taehyung and you had started talking, your mind was taken off of Jungkook. You hadn’t really thought much about him or tried to run after him recently. You were mostly preoccupied with Taehyung at school and even when you weren’t at school. He was constantly texting you even when you guys weren’t at school. He always had something to talk about and of course, they were always very random things, but overall funny topics.

Not to mention, Taehyung’s 2am random thoughts that he would often wake you up with whenever he had a question about the world that made no sense but he still wanted the answer to. Like the whole debate of if you cut off your leg where would you feel the pain? Because how are you supposed to feel the pain if your leg is cut off? You normally had an answer but this one you weren’t really sure about so you just let him run on his tangent.

Everything about Taehyung was confusing to you. Why he began to talk to you in the first place was beyond your comprehension. Not like it was easy to understand Taehyung’s mind at all either.

You didn’t think he was after you in a romantic sense or anything, or at least you didn’t get that feeling from him. Everything about him seemed friendly so you had no reason to believe his motives were ill. You liked the conversation he provided you with though so if you were happy you weren’t really going to question it. 

 You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around you saw Taehyung smiling happily at you. You smiled back, “What’s up?”

“You were lost in thought while I was calling your name so I had to tap your shoulder.”

“Sorry about that.” You gave an embarrassed laugh.

“It’s fine as I was saying before, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the arcade and get food after school.”

“Of course I do, there’s food involved after all.” He gave a hearty laugh at your statement. “Are you paying for the food?” You asked him hoping he would.

He gave you a glare as you only continued to smile at him with an innocent smile. “Fine, I’ll pay for your food too!” He broke. You cheered happily at getting free food because free food is some of the best food around.

“Meet me at the gates after class and we’ll go.” He said. You nodded your head and he waved as he let you go to your own class and him to his own. You turned back to look to the front of the classroom as you were waiting for it to start.

Your eyes caught onto the figure of the same man you hadn’t thought of in awhile due to Taehyung’s distraction and you felt your heart skip a beat as it always did when you saw him. Normally you would watch as he walked to his seat but you were too nervous today as for once his eyes were staring right back at you.

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With class finally ending, you couldn’t wait to rush your way to the gates and meet Taehyung. You loved arcade games and plus that free food was waiting for you and calling your name.

Quickly packing your stuff into your bag, you fast walked to the door so you could beat Taehyung to the gate. You were about to walk out the classroom door but you were pulled back by your backpack. You whipped your head side to side to see Jungkook holding onto your backpack. You turned to face him, ripping your backpack out of his hand in the process. “What do you want?” You asked confused.

Jungkook never wanted to talk to you, so why did he want to talk all of a sudden. Especially if you were just about to leave to hang out with Taehyung. Jungkook was making no sense right now. “Follow me for a second.” He said.

“What? No, I have somewhere to go after school!” Jungkook only ignored you as he grabbed your wrist and led you up to the school rooftop. “What did you drag me all the way up here for?” You asked.

Jungkook tounged at his cheek at the question, “You do know you two won’t work out right?”

You wrinkled my forehead at his statement. “What do you mean?”

“You and Taehyung. You won’t work out. He’ll leave you once he finds his soulmate or whatever.” You sighed. Why did he even think there was something going on with you and Taehyung when there wasn’t. You were just friends. And why was it any of his business?

“We aren’t even dating though. We’re just friends.”

“Good, it should stay that way,” Jungkook said and suddenly left you on the rooftop.

You scoffed as you mocked him in your head. ‘yOu dO kNoW yOu tWo wiLL nEvER wOrk oUt riGhT?’ He does know that goes the same for the random girl he’s been with right? You rolled your eyes and walked out to go meet Taehyung even though you were late.

You met up with Taehyung who was waiting patiently at the gate for you to show up. “What took you so long?” He asked.

“Sorry I just got held up in class, the teacher had something they wanted to talk about.”You lied.

Taehyung looked like he didn’t fully believe your words but he had left it at that. “Oh okay, well ready to go?”

“Yeah let’s go!” You smiled. You weren’t going to let whatever happened with Jungkook ruin your time with Taehyung.

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“You know something odd happened while I was waiting for you to show up,” Taehyung said all of a sudden as you watched him play a shooting game.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You know that new guy, Jeon Jungkook? I think he’s in your class.”

You nodded your head, “Yeah I know him.”

“Well he came out a bit before you and I swear he looked at me and glared at me.”

You swallowed nervously. “Have you guys even talked to each other before?”

He shook his head, “Nope, I’ve seen him around but we’ve never talked. I don’t even know why he seemed pissed off at me, but he did.”

“Maybe he’s on his man period.”

Taehyung scoffed, “Maybe. The kid’s a bit weird.” I didn’t say anything.

“You didn’t see anything at all? Like you didn’t see him walk out as you were coming?”

“Nope, I wouldn’t know why he’s pissed off.” Taehyung only hummed in response before finally raging at dying in his game.

“Ready to go get that food?” He asked. You nodded and followed him out of the arcade to the pizza place not far down the street. You sat down as he went up to the counter to order a pizza for the two of you.

You just sat there as you got lost in thought. You hadn’t been thinking about Jungkook recently, but after today he was all that was on your mind. Taehyung sat down across from you as he waited for the pizza to be done.

“Thinking about something?” He asked.

You just shook your head, “Oh it’s nothing important.”

“Can I confess something to you?” He asked. You nodded your head.

“I’m pretty sure you’re hiding it for some reason, but I do know about you and Jungkook.”

You froze at his words. “What about it?”

“I just know you two talk sometimes. Before we started talking I saw you guys talking.”

“Are you upset?” You asked.

“No, I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it, but I just wanted you to know that it’s fine if you want to talk about it.”

You nodded, “Do you wanna know what happened today then?”

“Only if you feel comfortable talking about it.”

You nodded, “It’s fine I’ll tell you.”

He nodded, “Let me grab our pizza first.” He got up and walked to the counter to grab the pizza that the two of you would undoubtedly finish with no trouble. He set the pizza on the table and grabbed a slice for him and you. He started eating his slice as he stared at you waiting for you to tell what happened.

“Well, I was on my way to meet you at the gate, I actually tried to leave quickly because I wanted to beat you to the gate for once, but then Jungkook pulled me back. I told him I had to go meet you so I didn’t have time to talk with him but he dragged me up to the rooftop instead. He didn’t really have anything important to say he just said that you and me dating wouldn’t work out at all. You’d find your soulmate and leave me. Although I told him that you and I weren’t dating, to begin with, and all he said was good. I don’t really get him though. His words apply to him too with the random girl he’s been hanging around with.” You finished explaining and finally began eating your slice of pizza.

Taehyung was about to finish his first slice when you finally finished. “You want to know what I think?” He said.

You shrugged telling him to go ahead.

”Well one you’re dumb, it’s obvious he’s jealous of me. Two he’s also dumb because he was the one who pushed you away, to begin with.”

“Yeah I guess, but why is he jealous of you if we aren’t dating?”

”What if I told you that he has a right to be nervous and jealous of me?”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed before staring deeply into your eyes, “What I’m saying is what if I do like you and want to date you. Therefore he has a reason to be jealous of me and nervous about me asking you out.”

You sat there in disbelief. Was THE Kim Taehyung confessing to you? “You know he’s right though? We won’t work out in the end.”

He nodded, “I’m quite aware of him being your soulmate and that despite how he treats you, you still like him. But I still haven’t found my soulmate and he won’t accept you for now so what’s the issue of it being temporary.”

“I don’t know Taehyung. I don’t really want to become like another one of your girls…”

“You know I won’t treat you that way, but this could also help you. If we pretend to date, then maybe he’ll get even more jealous and finally grow the balls to tell you he feels the same.”

You sat there and thought about it. You do want Jungkook to like you back, but should you really possibly play with Taehyung’s feelings too? You didn’t know how serious Taehyung’s feeling were when it came to you, but you didn’t want to hurt him or be the cause of your friendship falling apart.

“This is really sudden, Taehyung and I know you want to help, but let me think about it okay?”

He nodded, “Of course you can text me your answer at any time. Don't worry about me or anything though okay? Just do what you gotta do to make that idiot realize who he really wants.”

You nodded as you both continued to eat the pizza. It was silent for a bit but it did not take long for Taehyung’s God-given power of being able to make random conversation and make it a comfortable one to come to life. It was almost as if the small talk you two had didn’t happen at all.

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The time you spent thinking about Taehyung’s offer the more you were thinking about doing it. You really wanted Jungkook to give you a chance and maybe being with Taehyung or at least acting with him would give you that chance with him.

You were afraid of hurting Taehyung’s feelings in the end but you were also scared of losing your chance to get Jungkook to finally come to face the fact that he really loved you and he was just stubborn. You decided that it didn’t matter at this point anymore and grabbed your phone quickly opening yours and Taehyung’s messages.

You texted him the only thing you were thinking of. ‘I’ll do it.’ Taehyung sent back a bunch of weird emojis that made no sense but when did they ever. You just took it as him agreeing to help you with this little plan he suggested.

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When you walked into school on Monday you knew things would have changed between you and Taehyung. Considering that Taehyung had texted you an elaborate ‘plan’ on what you two were going to do on Monday yesterday, you were prepared.

You put on a small amount of makeup to look a little less tired and dead then you normally looked as you waited for Taehyung to show up at the gate. You felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, startling you. You looked back and up at Taehyung who smiled happily at you. “Good morning.” He greeted.

”Good morning.” You said back slowly. He took your hand into his as he led you inside. He walked with you all the way to class as you two talked outside of your classroom about random things. He was still holding onto your hands as you talked, swinging them slightly. You could see that Taehyung seemed a bit more excited today than even his normal self.

Holding his hand didn’t feel weird like you had suspected though. It felt pretty normal and comforting in a way to the point you wouldn’t mind if he continued to hold it. He suddenly pulled you into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you and you hesitantly put yours around him. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Could you get out of the way? You’re blocking the doorway.” Someone said annoyed. You knew that voice from anywhere and saw Jungkook looked even more pissed off than you ever seen him.

Taehyung smirked, “Sorry man.” As he pulled you even closer to his body and out of the way of the doorway. Jungkook met your eyes and for a second you saw them flash a sheen of pain.

He walked inside and Taehyung loosened his grip on you. “Good job, honey.” He kissed your forehead before taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. You gave him a questioning look, “It’s so he feels annoyed even when I’m not there.” He grinned. You nodded your head and walked into class as Taehyung left to go to his own.

You sat down at your desk as you began to put the stuff you needed for the class on your desk. You could feel his eyes on you. How could you not when he was staring at you so intensely. You could almost feel his tension radiating from his body. You looked up slightly as he was gripping his pen in hand almost to the point of it breaking.

He wasn’t necessarily staring at you though. You followed his line of vision to the very jacket Taehyung had put around your shoulders.

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Breaking Jungkook(as Taehyung had put it) only took a few days of acting from you and Taehyung. Come Thursday, Jungkook had grown tired of just watching and here you were on the rooftop with him. “Why did you drag me up here again? I have to go meet Taehyung for lunch.” You said.

He scoffed, “You said you weren’t dating him.” 

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business what I do with Taehyung now is it?”

“It is my business when you’re my soulmate!” 

“So what? You can go off and date a bunch of random girls while I sit and wait obediently for you to come to me? But the minute I go after another guy, suddenly you care? How does that make any sense Jeon Jungkook? Tell me how doe-”

His lips were on yours within seconds as his arms wrapped around your waist. There it was again. The butterflies, the sparks, the fireworks you name it you had it going on when he had kissed you. He continued to kiss you and even though you were shocked, you didn’t believe he planned on pulling away anytime soon. You were so close to slipping into him and wrapping your arms around his neck. So close.

Your last ounce of will power was the only thing that held you together and helped you push him off of you. “Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted at him.

He looked at you while panting slightly and pushing his hair back and off his forehead slightly. Damn was it a sight but you had to hold yourself together.

“Jungkook! Just because you kiss me does not mean all our problems are gone! Listen I’m with Taehyung right now. Don’t expect me to come running right back just because you finally did something you could have done a month ago.”

You quickly turned on your heel and went for the door only to be pulled back again.

His arms were around your waist again but his voice was softer this time, “Listen, I know I made mistakes. And me kissing you or even telling you all of this won’t necessarily change your mind but I need to say it. I’m sorry for doing all that. Yelling at you, ignoring you and your feelings. You made it very clear to me that you weren’t even looking for commitment straight off the bat and I still refused to even be friends with you to start with. I didn’t give you a chance. I’m sorry and I realized my mistake. I know it’s late, but I just can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand to see Taehyung’s smug smiles as he watches me stare at you two, I can’t stand it when you walk around wearing his jacket, I can’t stand seeing your hand in his, seeing his arms around you or when he kissed your forehead or cheek. I can’t stand it anymore.”

You stayed silent despite your heart cracking a little bit. You felt bad that he was hurt by your actions with Taehyung but he did the same thing didn’t he? You were confused. You wanted to tell him it was okay or that it would soon be okay but then Taehyung would flash in your mind with his smile. He treated you so well. He made you happy. He was always happy with you. Everything about him was perfect.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, but I need time.” You finally said as you took his arms off of you and ran down the stairs and all you could think of was going home. You were confused, didn’t feel good, and needed time away from both Taehyung and Jungkook.

You unlocked the door to your house not even feeling guilty at all about skipping school. You walked up to your room and shut the door behind you as you sat down on your bed and sighed.

You sent a quick text to Taehyung saying sorry and that you had gone home early because you didn't feel well. You shut your phone off and cuddled into your blankets and pillows.

Jungkook he was your soulmate the answer should have been clear, yet why were you doubting it. Why were you afraid to leave Taehyung’s side. Nothing of yours and Taehyung’s relationship was real it was all acting. Yet he always looked so at peace and happy when he was with you even if Jungkook wasn’t watching. You didn’t want to destroy that.

You groaned into your pillow.

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You stayed home the next day as well. It wasn’t until Sunday that finally, Taehyung came to your house after you had been ignoring all his texts. Your mom had let him into the house and he had knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it and came face to face to him. He immediately looked at you and spoke, “What’s wrong?”

You felt sad, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed as if he knew what was already happening. “It’s time isn’t it.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed slightly, “Why are you apologizing we knew the time was coming.” You hadn’t been looking at him but you heard his voice crack slightly at the end of his sentence. Taehyung had tears coming down his face.

“Taehyung…” You called out his name as you went to touch his face.

He moved back, “Huh? Why am I crying? I knew this was bound to happen. I’m supposed to be happy for you, right?”

You started tearing up seeing him cry over it. “Taehyung, is there something you haven’t told me?” You asked quietly.

He froze.

“Do you believe in two people being able to have the same soulmate..?” He finally said.

You looked up at him in shock. Two people having the same soulmate.

“Taehyung that can’t be…”

“Trust me I didn’t think it was possible either, but here I am. Miserably in love with you, despite knowing that you are destined to Jungkook.”

He slid down the wall and sat down. You sat next to him to comfort him. “Why did this happen to me? Why did it have to happen to be with someone who couldn’t even be mine? Am I being punished?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone better than me.” Was all You said.

He finally got up and wiped his tears. “I should go. After all, he doesn’t even know yet that you’ve made your decision.”

“I’m sorry Taehyung.”

“Don’t be.” He said as he left your room and escorted himself out of your house.

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Today was the day to tell Jungkook. You hadn’t heard from Taehyung since yesterday but you figured he needed time. You saw Jungkook and grabbed his hand, “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” He softly agreed.

He let you lead him up to the rooftop where it seemed you always had your talks.

“I broke up with Taehyung.”

Jungkook looked up in shock quickly. “You did what?”

“I’ve made my decision. After all, how could I not choose you right? You’re my soulmate, you’re my forever…”

Jungkook pulled you quickly into his arms. “I'm so glad. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

He kept thanking you as you held him tightly. He removed his face from your neck and looked you straight in the eyes before meeting his lips with yours.

You closed your eyes and softly kissed him back this time. Letting your body melt completely into his. Jungkook was all on your mind.

He finally pulled away and sighed, “I’m already addicted what am I supposed to do? I hope you know I’m not leaving your side now.”

You gave out an airy laugh, “I’m just fine with that.”

He smiled before connecting his lips with yours again. He lifted you into the air and gave you the biggest smile you ever saw.

“Thank you for choosing me and giving me another chance. I promise I won't let myself abandon you ever again.”

A/n: I wrote this and every time I reread it or edited it I felt my heart break for Taehyung ;(

#jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #BTS jungkook #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kpop #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook soulmate au #taehyung soulmate au #absent souls

[donteattheappleshook]

Stone Hearts

Chapter 5/15

Trust me. Nobody is more surprised by this update than I am. 

Ao3    Ffn.net

Emma’s eyes flutter open slowly, still half asleep and not quite sure why she’s half awake. It’s a moment before she feels the bed shift beside her. Another moment passes and she hears a small whimper. She’s fully awake now as she turns quickly to face Killian. He’s tossing in his sleep, his eyes clamped shut and his brow pulled low, beads of sweat already gathering at his temples. 

Another nightmare, she thinks. It’s the third one this week. They started as soon as they returned from the Underworld. There had been a brief respite for a week or so after the incident at the bar when work was driving him to the end of his rope and he collapsed in bed before the sun went down, too tired to sleep. But now, it seems that even exhaustion can’t keep the dreams at bay.

“Killian,” she speaks quietly, shushes him as she runs the back of her fingers over his damp forehead and down along the side of his cheek. “Wake up, Killian, it’s just a dream, you’re safe.” She knows from experience that her words will do little to help him as she hears another strained whimper escape his lips, jaw clenched painfully tight. She brings her hands to his hair and runs them soothingly through it as she continues to try to coax him awake. 

It’s another moment before he gasps, eyes snapping open as he lets out a cry that has her heart stuttering in her chest as he sits up in bed. His shoulders are tense, eyes darting madly about as though looking for whatever threat pursued him in his dreams. She sits up with him, places a hand on his shoulder and doesn’t take it personally when he flinches away before his eyes focus on her and the tension leaves his body. He groans, collapsing back on his pillow, chest still heaving.

“It’s okay,” Emma tells him gently wrapping him up in her arms. 

“It’s bloody not,” he answers somewhat bitterly but he lets himself be pulled into her, laying his head on her chest and allowing his hair to be stroked like a child. He feels like a child and she knows it, he’s said it before. “They won’t stop,” his voice is bitter, angry and a bit defeated. Her chest aches for him.

“They will,” she promises. She knows he hates it. It’s killing him, feeling weak, feeling powerless. But what he went through… he died. And after he died, he was tortured. And then he died all over again. Of course that would affect him. She’s noticed his efforts. He’s stopped drinking; he tried to start running with Henry (and hated it choosing instead to teach the boy to sword fight), he’s even been to see Hopper, anything to help him get a solitary night of peace and rest. Nothing has worked and she feels impotent and powerless to help the man she loves. 

“You guys okay?” Henry’s voice speaks up quietly from the crack between the door and the hallway. He sounds sleepy but also worried.

“Yeah, kid, we’re okay,” Emma tells him. “Come on in.” 

They shift, making room for Henry to climb up on the foot of the bed. Maybe he’s a bit old to be climbing into bed with his mom and his quazi step-dad but they’re all a little vulnerable lately and Emma loves that he’s still on that cusp between childhood and adolescence where he feels okay seeking comfort like this. She knows it won’t last much longer.

Killian sits up with his back against the headboard. “Sorry I woke you, Lad.” he rubs a hand over his face, scraping through his hair.

“It’s okay,” Henry answers. “I wasn’t sleeping much either.” 

Emma runs her hand through her son’s hair and kisses the top of it. She’s pretending not to notice that he’s gotten it cut in a style suspiciously similar to Killian’s.

“Was it another nightmare?” Henry asks and Killian nods. “Have you tried rewriting it?” he suggests and Killian frowns.

“What do you mean?” he asks and Henry looks to Emma.

“It’s something mom and I used to do when I was little. Or well, technically we didn’t since I guess those were all made up memories from when we were cursed in New York but it always helped when I had nightmares.” 

Emma smiles at him. Rewriting them. She’d forgotten all about it - or well not really since technically she never really did it in the first place but that’s semantics. But she does remember the nights when she was a child, alone, in the system, dreaming horrible things, some real and some not, and she remembers trying to rewrite them, telling herself a happier story so that she could go back to sleep and let her dreams at least be a place she felt safe and happy. 

“What does it entail?” Killian asks a little suspicious but sounding open to just about anything. 

“First you tell us about your nightmare.” Killian looks hesitant but Henry continues. “Then we scratch it out and give it a different ending. 

Killian still looks apprehensive but after a moment he starts to speak. “We were on the Jolly,” he looks to Emma who smiles encouragingly. “We were going to have a picnic. But then,” he takes a breath. “But then suddenly we weren’t on the water at the Storybrooke docks. We were back there.” His fist clenches a bit and she knows he means the Underworld. “We were on the river of lost souls and it was angry. All of them were so angry and they rocked the ship and they ripped the boards and I tried to fight them off but they were like smoke beneath my blade.” He reaches out then and takes her hand, holding it tighter than is comfortable but she doesn’t complain. “They took you. They took you and they pulled you under and I couldn’t stop them. And the ship, it took on water and it sank and I could feel them coming for me. Pulling at my legs, pulling me under and I felt the water fill my lungs and I knew I was dead but I was still there, watching it all happen, watching them take everything they could from me, watching you float lifeless next to me.” 

He stops speaking, voice cracking and Emma wraps herself around him, placing a kiss to his shoulder. Even Henry doesn’t protest, his face screwed up in concern rather than disgust at his mom and her boyfriend’s show of affection. 

“I knew all their faces,” he says so quietly she almost doesn’t hear him.

“Let’s rewrite it,” Emma says, turning to Henry who nods, contemplating. 

“So you’re on the river of lost souls.” Killian looks at him, waiting. “And you see the souls moving in the water, coming towards you so you draw your sword ready to fight off whatever might be coming for you.” Killian frowns and so does Emma. This story does not sound like a happier version of his nightmare so far. “But they don’t come for you. They just float. They’re just lost souls wandering aimlessly. So you reach in. If they’re lost, they need finding. Our family finds people - it’s what we do.” Emma doesn’t miss the slight hitch in Killian’s breathing at Henry’s casual reference to him as family. “You get hold of one and pull it out.” He looks to Killian. “Who is it?”

Killian hesitates, looks to Emma almost in apology but she knows who it is and she nods at him to go on. “Milah,” he says almost in a whisper. Emma squeezes his hand. She understands. 

“Let’s give her a lift,” Emma suggests. “Make our way to the bridge and let her move on.” 

Killian nods, hesitates. “There are others…”

“Who’s the next one?” Henry asks.

“Balefire,” he answers softly. One by one, the people he’s lost, those he betrayed, those he abandoned and those who left him, the demons he had to face in his own personal purgatory are pulled from the water and one by one they find their peace. 

Emma looks between her son and the man she loves, heart swelling at how strong the bond between them has gotten without her even noticing. She knows Killian takes care of Henry, loves him and will always watch out for him, but it’s nice to see that Henry feels the same.

It takes another week but eventually the nightmares stop. And every night that week, Henry and Emma are there, rewriting. 

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Emma looked down from where she was currently climbing a freaking beanstalk with a handsome, somewhat roguish pirate that seemed incapable of shutting up. Don’t do that again she told herself. Instead, she focused on his voice, the lilt of his accent and the teasing tone as he accused her of being an open book. 

“No, I have never been in love,” she told him but somehow it felt like a lie.

Jesus Christ how on earth could one man make first aid so confusingly arousing?

When they took out a goddamn giant she refused to acknowledge the giant flutter of panic when she couldn’t see him down below her and the tiny flutter in her chest when he told her they made quite the team. 

She forced herself to squirm away as he held her tightly against him, pointing out the trip wire and ignoring the fact that she quite enjoyed the way she could feel the muscles in his arms wrapped around her.

Finally, when she pulled him out from under the rocks, ignoring the heat of his hand in hers and the pull in her stomach at his smile “you are blood brilliant, amazing!”

And there he waited on bended knee, offering her a hand and a chance at something. She wasn’t sure what that something was and it scared her. She knew she shouldn’t trust him, knew that she couldn’t take the chance that she was wrong about him, knew she should lock him up and leave him behind. But when her palm touched his and she saw the tentative smile pull at his lips… she decided, just this once, to trust herself. 

She used their hands to pull him closer, catching him off guard as he tumbled forward and she caught his lips with hers. He let out a surprised ‘umph’ before leaning in and returning her kiss with enthusiasm. Emma didn’t know if it was the high of success, the tiny flutter of hope that he had stirred in her, or just that he was so goddamn gorgeous but she let herself “really get into it” just as he’d encouraged her to earlier. 

She felt herself smile a little as they broke apart, certain he would have some sort of quip or innuendo for her and almost looking forward to it, but when she opened her eyes, her heart fell into her stomach. 

His face was blank, no recognition in his eyes, no hint of the man he’d been a moment ago, the man who’d kissed her, the man who’d made her believe that maybe she could trust people. There was nothing. 

“Killian?” she asked, voice small, surprising herself by the use of his real name. 

His face remained unchanged as he reached forward and clamped his fingers around her throat. She panicked, hands clawing and clutching at his own as her eyes began to water and her vision went blurry. There was no rage in his expression, no hatred, no vengeance as he squeezed the life out of her. Killian was gone.

Emma gasped awake, hand reaching for her throat. She could still feel his hand there, still see the deadness in his eyes, the indifference. She heard movement coming from the door and looked up to see him, Killian - not Killian - watching her. There was no concern in his eyes, no fear or worry. Not even the slightest shred of emotion crossed his features as he looked her over through the tiny window in the door, clearly realised she’d been dreaming, and turned back around to man his post. 

It hurt. More than the fingers at her throat had, more than the blankness of his stare in her dream had. Because this was real. It’s not him, she told herself. But that didn’t didn’t dull the pain or the cold that settled in her chest and spread its way through her limbs. She curled her knees to her chest on the thin mattress and let a few tears fall at the memory of nightmares and the family she had not long ago. 

“Once upon a time,” she started, rocking herself slightly and convincing herself it was just to try force some heat back into her bones. “There was a girl with walls a mile high and a boy who climbed a beanstalk to get over them.” She smiles to herself a little, allowing herself the warmth of the memory of Killian, of how he’d persisted, how he’d won her, without trickery. She continues speaking, recounting how he’d bandanged her hand and she’d felt cared for and taken care of for the first time in her life. She reminds herself of what a team they’d made and how she realised that just maybe she didn’t have to fight every battle on her own. She laughs through her realisation that the attraction was definitely not one-sided as she felt him react to being pulled against her when he nearly triggered the trip wire. She smiles to herself as she recalls how he’d supported her, sung her praises, appreciating her strength and her intelligence rather than being turned off by it as so many men had before him. 

“And he reached out his hand and I could see it in his eyes, the fear and the hope. And that was when I realised that while I’d started to believe that I could hope again, that there was someone else out there like me… that maybe he’d been waiting for the same thing, waiting for someone to trust him, to find him.” 

She stopped, overwhelmed by the memory and the grief of their love story, of losing him. She didn’t want to cry anymore but she didn’t hate herself for it anymore either. She knew now that it wasn’t a weakness. She knew because of him. Promise me one thing, if I helped take off that armor, don't put it back on just because you're gonna lose me.

“And?” 

She froze, his voice cutting through the silence and making her heart race though whether in fear or in hope she didn’t know. He spoke. He spoke again. What did that mean? What was he asking?

“And?” she repeated, hoping for clarification. She didn’t get any. And. And. it dawned on her then and she realised he was asking for the rest of the story. She wanted to read into it, wanted to hope but she was too tired, too beat down and too many times disappointed to let herself. 

Instead, she let out a bitter laugh. “They lived happily ever after.” 

There was another long, weighted silence and she assumed he’d lost interest, but then he spoke again, his voice softer, barely audible.

“They didn’t, did they?”

The tears fell freely now. “No, they didn’t.”

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Emma threw a book against the door and almost smiled as it made a satisfying sort of crash against the metal. Useless. This was all fucking useless. None of these books were going to tell her how to do something impossible! She was the product of true love for fucks sake! She was born with a built in anti-theft device on her heart and no book was going to tell her how to break the laws of magic.

“What the hell does the king even need with my heart anyway?” she practically shouted at not-Killian. He stayed silent. “Oh yeah, that’s right,” she sassed. “You only speak in cryptic little phrases and questions when it’s convenient for you.” She rolled her eyes at his continued, predictable silence. She threw another book, this one nearly hitting the window where she could see the point of his ear and the flippy bits of hair beneath it. He didn’t flinch and Emma armed herself with another book.

She raised it, aimed and ready to fire when suddenly she noticed the title. She knew this book. She’d seen this book. It was one of Regina’s that she’d leafed through it in the crypt when she’d been practicing magic. It was a book of protection spells, the type of protection spells that had been cast around the border of Storybrooke on rotation since she’d first arrived. She ran her hand over the heavy red leather of it’s cover before opening it and starting to read.

She read for nearly three hours. Some of it she couldn’t make out but some of it she was able to decipher. 

“Ah-ha!” she shouted, forgetting herself when she found it. She panicked as she heard movement coming from outside her door, saw not-Killian turning to see what the disturbance was. Quickly she dropped the book, making a show of trying to catch it and making a few more loud exclamations before it landed with a thud at her feet. Her guard stared at her for a moment and the moment lasted just long enough to make her worry that he hadn’t bought her poorly executed ruse. But, finally, his face as blank as ever, he turned his back on her again and she let out a sigh of relief. 

Picking up the book, she quickly flipped to the page she’d found, reading silently this time. There it was, the spell, the spell keeping all of them trapped here in Storybrooke, the one that felt like running into a solid brick wall when you tried to cross the border. 

She scanned the page quickly and her heart sunk so she read it again slower. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. If she read it right, and she was pretty sure she did, the spell could only be taken down by the one who cast it. ‘Stupid fucking magic laws’ she grumbled to herself somewhat despodent. So even if she and Henry did find a way out of this place they would still be stuck in town, right back where they started from a few days ago - only now even more alone.

She wanted to scream, cry out again, do something, hit something, anything to get this anger and frustration out of her body. Why? Why was there always something? Was six months really all she was allowed? Was that the deal as the savior? Was she cursed to never be happy, to never be safe? 

She noticed movement through the window in her door as the cuff was held up, followed by a quick succession of rapps on the door. Henry! It was time for her to see Henry! She’d lost track of time but was suddenly more grateful than she had ever been in her life for this brief moment of humanity that Gold had allowed her - even if she still fantasized about separating his head from his shoulders. 

Quick as she could, she ripped the page out of the book and crumpled it in the pocket of her jacket and jumped up to retrieve the cuff from the slot in the door. Once it was secure, she held her arm up to the window and the door was swung open. The man on the other side looked indifferent and unaware of her theft but then that was always his expression so she just had to hope he hadn’t seen her. 

She stepped out and the hand that didn’t belong to Killian anymore resumed its place on her shoulder. She didn’t know whether to shutter or melt under the touch but she settled for tensing every muscle in her body and trying to ignore the memory of it’s warmth and the truth of its emptiness. 

They walked to Henry’s room without a word passing between them apart from the warning of “five minutes” that she expected. She gave the door a warning knock. 

“Hey kid it’s me, don’t shoot!” she called as she swung the door open. 

“How do I know?” Henry called as she walked in, slingshot held at the ready. 

She smiled. Sometimes she was just so damn proud that she made him. She shut the door and cast a quick glance behind her before whispering “Princess Bride.”

Henry lowered his weapon and whispered “Goldeneye” before running to wrap his arms around her with such force that he actually knocked her back against the door.

“Woah, kid, you’re getting strong!” 

“I’ve been getting ready,” he told her. “There’s nothing to do so I’ve been doing push ups, pull ups, running, whatever I can. When it’s time to go, I’ll be ready,” he promised. She knew that it was more than that, more than a few days workout. He was growing up and the last few months of their lives had been particularly physically demanding but his voice was strong and certain and Emma felt a renewed sense of purpose, the one that appeared the first time she met Henry and that swelled within her each time she saw him. 

“Good job,” she told him. “You’re okay? They’re not hurting you?” she checked his face and arms for any signs of harm and then his cheeks and eyes for any signs of exhaustion. “Are you getting fed enough? I can sneak you some of mine next time--”

“Mom, I’m okay. You need to eat too you know. Listen,” he told her, pulling her into his arms to whisper in her ear through the guise of a hug. “Ruby’s outside the window, she’s been here the whole time. We have a plan. They never watch me - except sometimes Archie but possessed or not he’s a wimp. If you can get out of your cell and get to us, we can do the rest. 

Emma nodded and just let herself hold her son for the last few minutes she had left. She whispered promises that she would get them out and out of Storybrooke and he whispered that he knew she would. Before she was ready, the door was opened again and it was time to go. 

The walk back felt longer, not just in the emotional sense but in a very real, very physical sense. Emma’s muscles felt like they were failing her as she tried to put one foot in front of the other and the hand on her shoulder felt like a weight she couldn’t support. The hallway stretched out before her, growing, it seemed, impossibly longer and suddenly it turned on its axis and Emma saw black spots in front of her eyes. She was gonna be sick. She was gonna be sick and she held her stomach as her feet gave out under her and she swayed towards the ground. 

She didn’t hit the ground though. Killian was there, suddenly, quicker than she could have been, catching her - like muscle memory - holding her up before slowly lowering her to a seating position on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around her and one hand in hers as he crouched behind her. For a brief, fleeting second, she felt the familiarity of the embrace, felt the somewhat muted heartbeat pressed against her back, felt the warmth of his chest and his breath on her neck and it felt like Killian, it felt like home. 

She turned to meet his eyes as the blackness cleared from her own and she was met with the blue she had always loved. But behind it there was nothing. No concern, no love, no support. Muscle memory. That’s all it had been. She felt sick all over again and she ripped herself out of his hold, shoving him with as much force as she could despite still feeling wobbly and weak. She rose to her feet and began walking.

She felt a hand on her elbow and jerked her arm free. “I’m fine! Probably just weak since you guys only feed me once a day,” she snapped. “I hope you’re feeding Henry more or you can tell Gold that he’ll have me to answer to,” she threatened, trying to keep her heart from beating out of her chest at both her barely contained rage and the renewed grief that seemed to find her every time she was near him. Gold really outdid himself this time. This kind of cruelty took dedication. 

There was a brief pause before she felt the hand fall on her shoulder again and she whirled on him, rage seeping out of every inch of her being. 

“Don’t touch me!” she shouted. “Don’t touch me with his hand! With his hand that you stole, from him, from me! Don’t you fucking dare! You killed him! And I promise you I’ll kill Gold and the King and then when I’m done I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you for taking him from me!” 

There was a long, silent pause as Emma stood, panting in the hallway, watching him, daring him to do something, say something, react. But there was nothing. He hesitated, hand hanging in the space between them for a moment, before lowering it back to his side and continuing to walk. Emma steadied her breathing before following along behind him.

A few hours later, when Emma’s meal was slid through the slot in the door, she could have sworn there was more on her plate than yesterday. 

She couldn’t sleep that night. She was too annoyed. Annoyed at herself mostly because she couldn’t for the life of her stop thinking about that moment when for the first time in what felt like forever she found herself wrapped in the arms of the man she loved. It wasn’t him. She knew that. But her body didn’t and her body had been denied his touch and his comfort for far too long and like an addict it only craved more now that it had had a taste. 

She could hear him, breathing on the other side of the door. Did he never sleep? He breathed too loudly. Killian never breathed too loudly - except those few nights where he would sleep so soundly he snored.

“You know,” she started. “It’s really creepy, you standing out there, listening to me not sleep.” He was silent. Of course he was, he only spoke to her in the middle of the night when she was telling stories or -

“What happened next?” It was soft but she heard it. His voice through the door. It only took her a second to piece together her confusion and realise he was asking her about the story from last night - their story. He remembered it? He cared about it? No, he didn’t care. He was probably just trying to get information. Probably. Definitely. Probably. He had to be. 

The silence drew out between them as they both waited for the other to say something or do something. Emma made a decision. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish or why she was such a masochist but she had to try. If his asking meant something, if there was the tiniest chance that she could gain a bit of him back, even that bit of him that seemed to know to catch her, to support her… she had to try.

“Her son was taken and it broke her heart. So he gave up who he was, gave up the darkness that had been driving him for centuries and helped her. He chose her, and he never looked back.”

She told him the story: of Neverland, of Echo Cave, of the kiss, of him promising to win her heart, of the two of them bringing Henry home - and through all of it he listened. He never said a word, never interrupted but she could hear his steady breathing and see the point of his ear, angled towards the door. He listened. 

“You know,” she said into the silence, the quiet weighed down with her heavy eyelids and whatever unspoken thing was going on between them. “You can open the door.” She hesitated. “It’s not like I can get out without the cuff… and this room is really claustrophobic.”

He was quiet for so long she thought she had lost him but then the door opened and she held her breath as he walked into view and sat down in the opening, with his back against the door frame. He didn’t look at her, just sat silently, stoically staring at the wall across from him, waiting. 

She told him about Marty McFly.

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Cherry Smoke series

Roger Taylor X Original Male Character

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It's a couple weeks since they last saw each other, and this encounter was completely accidental.

Both Queen and Cherry Smoke had been invited to a party held by some famous person who just wanted them there to brag about it. Both bands weren't the type to turn down free drinks and a party, so they went along.

Nicholas hadn't even been at the party for longer than five minutes and he had already downed two shots and had a half-finished beer in hand. He was aimlessly walking around the big open space of someone's huge house. It obviously cost a lot and he felt quite small being in such an expensive place. He was stopped a few times by people who considered themselves fans of his band, but he didn't think of his band as big enough to have fans. It was a shock to the system that so many people had recognised him. Once or twice someone would mention the news article of Roger Taylor and himself. Whenever it was brought up he would deflect any questions, not wanting to make the whole situation worse. For the both of them. So he took his drink and stayed away from anyone who wanted to talk about the paper and Roger. He wanted to forget Roger.

Nicholas had been heavily distracted since the run in with Queen. His mind kept ticking over the fight and the drinking the next day. The rage he felt when his band had been dissed. How taken aback he was when Roger had definitely checked him out, maybe he was just imagining it, wishful thinking and all that. How his fist burned with pain after he punched Roger. He kept thinking of the way Roger had smiled at him while they drank together the next day. The drunken smug smile that made his eyes squint and the laugh that came deep from his chest when Nick rambled off a joke. His feelings were very confusing and he didn't want to put effort into figuring it out. One side of him wanted to never see Roger again. The other side wanted to make things better because he looked up to him, though he'd never admit it to Roger. He didn't need that going to his head.

It was like Roger was two different people. When he was around his band he was the protector. Needing to keep up their already high reputation. But when he was alone, with Nicholas, he was completely different. More free? But maybe that was just the alcohol. He wanted to blame it on the alcohol.

Nicholas watched as his bandmates talked with other party guests. Michael had struck up a conversation with someone who was currently miming playing a piano, so they'd both be fine for an hour or two. Pianists always seemed to be able to talk about their skills for long periods of time without break.

Miranda was leaning against a wall talking animatedly to a cute girl, who was paying close attention to everything she said.

Damien was unsurprisingly surrounded by a crowd of girls. Nick rolled his eyes but couldn't help but breathe out a laugh, "Of course." How typical of him.

Eric caught Nicholas' gaze from across the room, he was a wallflower when it came to parties. He never really wanted to stand out and he did whatever it took to avoid conversation. Nick gave him a sad smile as he noticed a nice looking guy walk up to Eric. He shot him a thumbs up with a half hearted smile and looked away before Eric called for his help. As much as he loved and admired Eric, he wasn't in the mood to go rescue him.

Nicholas was stuck in his own thoughts when he felt a hand land on his shoulder making him jump and he looked up quickly.

"Nick. As your frontwoman I command you to get out of this funk you've been in and go mingle." Miranda tried to shove him but he only took half a step back.

He noticed a phone number scrawled sloppily onto her arm, but didn't bring it up. "I'd rather not."

"Well, stop looking sad at least. Here," she handed him a sealed can of something she had been holding, "I was going to drink it but it looks like you need it. Enjoy!" And she was gone. He stared at the drink, knowing he had already maybe had a bit too much as he had lost count.

Nicholas contemplated opening the can for exactly half a second before finishing off the dregs of his beer and cracking open the can with a satisfying hiss and pop. It was alcohol and it was strong, but maybe that is what he needed.

He had been involved in multiple halfhearted conversations with strangers and people who had sworn to have met him before - he didn't remember them, but maybe that was just the booze.

He was currently letting a sweet girl ramble while he stared into the crowd, hoping to see someone he knew to get away. That's when the long bleached blond hair caught his eye. It seemed familiar and he just couldn't put his finger on who it was. He excused himself and decided to follow before he lost it into the crowds.

Time seemed to slow as he navigated the masses. Ducking past other guests, he was always just too far away to call out to the blond, who never looked back. He would lose sight of him for a moment before seeing him reappear a few metres away. The house hadn't felt bigger than when he was chasing the blond. It seemed to continue on forever, but maybe his drunken state wasn't helping. Finally the blond came to a halt outside on a patio, leant against the railing and lit a cigarette. It was very dark outside, but there were orange fairy lights strung from tree to tree which slightly illuminated the surrounding area. Nicholas wondered when it had gotten so dark.

Nicholas was entranced. The long hair pushed back behind one of his ears and the smoke gently rising, twisting and curling in the air. The still burning lighter left a pale orange glow on his face and twinkling in his eyes as he watched the flame dance in the breeze. There was faint bruising on the bridge of his nose and it brought great satisfaction to Nicholas to know that it hadn't completely gone away yet.

Roger Taylor was a sight. Even Nick had to admit that as he stood, almost starstruck, in the doorway. He was agape and his eyes roamed and traced the faint red marks on his collar bone and neck. He felt something roil inside him, he couldn't put words to what that feeling was, but it burnt white hot.

Sadly the whole moment was ruined when he looked over at Nicholas and groaned. "God damn it. You again?"

Nick almost turned and left but couldn't make himself move anywhere but forwards. It's like his feet knew his destiny, even if mentally he wasn't ready to confront it.

"I'm not happy to see you either, Taylor." Which could be a lie but at this point Nick wasn't sure. Those marks on Rogers neck had imprinted themselves in his mind. What if he could make marks like that on Roger. He shook his head, immediately stopping that train of thought.

There was a long pause filled with an extremely tense silence before it was for broken by Roger offering Nick a cigarette, who accepted it.

He put the cigarette between his teeth and leant in close as Roger lit it for him. He looked at the man, realising now that Roger was slightly smaller than him. He almost laughed.

Roger continued looking out into the large yard and Nicholas had his back against the railing and looked back into the building.

People mingled and it seemed that no one noticed that they weren't in there. It was nice to not be bothered.

"Want to get another drink?" Nick offered, after mentally going through all possible answers to that questions Roger could have given him.

"Why the hell not. Free drinks, after all."

Roger and Nicholas weaved through the crowds and successfully acquired two beers each before heading back outside and sitting on the deck chairs.

They drank and talked again. Roger was retelling an anecdote from his tours and Nicholas was staring at him with great interest. His gaze dropped to his lips. He watched as he spoke, how his lips moved and curled around every word.

Roger must have noticed because his speech slowed and he looked at Nick, raising an eyebrow with a smug look on his face.

The lips on his caught Nicholas off guard. That's not to say he didn't kiss back, but he was startled by the sudden closeness of Roger. His mind was a mantra of "it's just the alcohol, it's just the alcohol..." As he tried to blame yet another thing on drinking. Maybe he was just imagining this? God, what would Miranda say of she knew...

Roger was pulling away quickly. "Sorry. It's just... I... I'm sorry." He was going red and looked away, avoiding Nicholas' eyes, which were desperately trying to catch his gaze.

In a very soft voice, still trying to believe that that had just happened, Nicholas spoke, "Don't be sorry..." And Roger's eyes snapped back to Nicholas'.

Taking his chance, Nicholas initiated the next kiss. He moved slowly, making sure Roger had enough time to pull away if he wanted, he even paused before he made contact. Quickly Roger's hand was in his hair and Nick was pulling him closer. His touch was like cold static on his scalp. His fingers pulling on his curls was driving him mad. Breaking apart for air was almost painful. Nicholas didn't know how badly he had been wanting this. He knew he had wanted it but not to this degree. He wouldn't let himself admit it. But here he was. Here they were. Together.

It was all so sudden, so fast. Soon they were finding a spare room somewhere upstairs. He hoped no one had caught on to what was happening as they locked the door.

Nick had Roger against the door as soon as he could. He kissed him quickly, intensely, before he began to work his way down to his collar bone and claim him for himself. Fresh hickies contrasted with the more faded ones. Roger almost whimpered at his touch.

Nicholas knew what he wanted, and he wanted Roger Taylor. It was just by luck that Roger Taylor wanted him as well.

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Based off @allsoundwavesarebeautiful‘s concept. I have never lived on/seen a college dorm before and it shows, and also no attempt at giving them ‘human names’ so meh. Also spurred on by an idea from @werdbytes

“FUCK” he hissed.

There was a dull thud and a splash followed by hurried footsteps as a panicked student dived across the room, scrambling to retrieve books and notes from the rapidly dampening floor, paper crunched as he messily clutched the prized results of many, many late nights to his chest. Gasping breaths turned into a relieved sigh as most of the messed up papers at least felt dry against his baggy hoodie. With a grunt, he tried to muster as much anger and annoyance he could into a glare at the cause.

On his desk sat a preposterously fluffy cat, it’s amber eyes were vivid enough he almost thought them to be red on more than one occasion, it’s fur long and messy but incredibly dark yet when the light hit it he could swear it seemed purple. Some light grey accents seemed to stripe it’s rear, tail and form a peculiar trident mark on its head, only contrasted by its bright pink nose. A thoroughly bizarre cat. Cyclonus hated it half the time.

The blasted thing was feral and seemed to loathe everything which only sucked even more as his dorm didn’t allow pets and as if his courses and lessons weren’t stressful enough he came home to an afternoon of keeping this fluffy piece of shit under control. He’d given up on taming the bastard thing it never listened. Yet, he also liked it for that reason he guessed, A little wild and free thing that was there, by him. He’d talk to it at length about what he’s doing and writing and it made him feel less alone. Also helped him pick out errors in his own work and his bored, overworked mind often liked to imagine the meows it made were some sort of conversation happening between the two. But. And that was a big one. He couldn’t leave this feral monstrosity alone. He found it in a dingy alley he’d ducked through to cut time off his journey and there it was, howling like a banshee the moment it saw him but he didn’t blame it, seemed it had gotten its leg caught in some trap and had been injured and with the aid of a towel over the head he’d gotten the fussy creature back to his dorm. There he’d nursed it back to health, really he should’ve taken it to some animal welfare agency but a streak of embarrassment combined with the nervous, paranoid voice whispering that they’ll ‘totally’ not believe him when he says he just ‘found it’ and he’d get slapped with a fine and some sort of animal keeping ban. Not that Cyclonus had planned on keeping any animals anyway, he just didn’t want any marks against his name.

At least he had a reason, unlike that damn Rodimus guy a few doors down. He just had that flaming bear of a mutt with him because he somehow could, or as some kind of flipping joke. Who knows and who cares, the less he had to see that shaggy lump of fur and the half-brained idiot it dragged along the better.

At least his cat could get on the bed with him and not suffocate him under hair.

Oh yes, for all it’s feral behaviour and on-off refusal to be touched he knew this cat would get into bed with him, sit at the end and purr. If it thought it hadn’t been detected it would move up a bit more. Then more. Right up until it curled into the back of Cyclonus’s neck, and there it would stay, warm and happy until the morning when it left it’s spot before Cyclonus woke and sat by its food dish as if it hadn’t been anywhere near him all night. Cyclonus had figured out that if he moved or got up to look at the cat at any time during the night it would quickly stop purring and act as if it had just been walking across the bed and hop off, that was until it had thought you’d gone back to sleep, at which point it’d come back and get on the bed again and restart the process. That and it never left him alone, it always insisted on being in the same room as him. It could try all it wanted to be ‘mean’ but it also hadn’t grasped subtlety.

It was warming up to him at least, that should’ve made things easier. Should’ve. Every time he seemed to make any progress with keeping the cat in some kind of control it immediately rebelled as if it realised it was ‘slipping’.

Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, and give it to his mom, she could look after it and home it while he would be confident that the animal was being looked after rather than running around on the streets.

He slipped the last piece of his notes into a nearby drawer, someplace where the feline wouldn’t be able to get its grubby mitts on them.

It was getting dark and Cyclonus decided that bothering with any more note-collecting/organising could be done later. For now, it was time to clean off before bed.

It was the perfect time, the showers were always empty around now, with other students either going out with their mates or studying and seeing as Cyclonus just stopped studying and hadn’t talked to Scourge in a while he was going neither of those routes.

With his desired towel and kit under one arm Cyclonus, he made one look over his shoulder to check the location of a local nuisance, the cat wasn’t directly visible but was probably hiding under his desk, dark fur blending it in within the shadows. Good enough.

He shut the door as quietly and quickly as possible and made sure to scurry through the corridor as quickly as possible, lord knows Rodimus’s mutt would start growling at him if it sensed him nearby for too long.

It always felt oddly exhilarating to rush over to the shower building in the dead of night with nothing but the cold air and stars for company. The showers were a bleached white with stains on many walls, desperately scrubbed away by those who cared enough to try and keep it clean, only for more to appear thanks to someone coming back a bit too sloshed to think straight or to the younger fellows who thought it hilarious to write along the walls.

Either way, he only needed a quick wash over, to get rid of the stale grime and sweat of a day spent hunched over books and blearily listening to his teachers. Kup was a fascinating man with great tale’s but, boy, they went on for a while.

The clunking of the pipes and gentle rumble of the heating system filled the room as the water flowed. The sound drowning out anything else, such as the door creaking and thumping again quietly as Cyclonus’s follower slinked in after him. Slit pupils homing in on him in one of the cubicles, still valuing the minute bit of privacy the cheap curtain gave him, as it settled on a box to watch.

He lost time in the shower, he always did, how could he not, showers were pure dissociation tools, they sucked down your time as your mind floated in whatever void it found itself soaked in.

He sighed, he thought, well it seemed the pipes must’ve as he turned the water flow off. They really needed someone to come look at these pipes. He let his gaze linger on the water control a little as he pulled the curtain back.

He stood with the curtain open for a moment as he acclimatised to the non-shower air, still looking back, when another noise happened. Except that noise could not have been made by a pipe. It was the kind of noise someone makes when they breathe out of their nose sharply, eagerly.

Turning around, all attempts at keeping quiet at this late hour vanished, he shrieked, loudly.

Perched on a box, watching him, was some person. He’d never seen them before and they were hunched over watching him. His wild movements lead him to slip on the already slick floor, curtain pinging off its rings as he grabbed it in a vain attempt to keep himself upright while simultaneously trying to bunch it up and cover up his junk. The person, however, seemed amused but at least turned away.

Their hair was wild and fluffy, rushing past their shoulders, shoulders which were speckled with what seemed to be purple freckles. Their nails were claws and a body that was chubby which rolled lightly with their pose. Their arms were in front of them, this fact being the only saving grace to the fact they were buck naked too, breasts pressed together between their arms shielding most of them and their hands thankfully being just in front of anything else.

“WHO ARE YOU!?” Cyclonus hollered as soon as he’d smacked against the floor, one hand covering his privates while the other groped at the walls aimlessly.

This got the person's attention and they turned back to him, looking confused.

“You… you weirdo!” He yelped needlessly.

It was their turn to yell and jump now, they looked even more confused before catching a sight of themself, which, for some reason, caused them to yell and leap into the air and struggle through the fall to hide themselves behind the box they were on.

“Who are you and what do you want?! Creep!” Cyclonus gathered up some courage after watching the other person yell as if he hadn’t done the same thing himself. His empty hand helped him up as he balanced against the wall, the other did not budge an inch from his crotch.

“It’s… I.. oh.. Ah” the nameless one didn’t answer him but tried to shuffle along the floor away from him, “This wasn’t…”

“What are you doing here!?” Cyclonus yelled, feet dancing back and forth as he had no idea which step to take next.

“Wh.. bhu… I followed you” The person seemed far more interested in their own hands than anything going on around them, they waggled their feet and stared at them incredulously, “I was stuck...”

Quickly the person surged to their feet and Cyclonus tensed up, nervous at the weird persons next action, which was a good reaction it seemed as they rushed over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

“I was stuck!” They yelled happily, shaking him energetically, “I was stuck for so long! I couldn’t! I couldn’t change!”

“Change!?” Cyclonus had to look over their head, trying not to glance at their unabashed nudity, “You were just sat there watching me shower! You weren’t stuck at all!”

“You don’t geeet iiiiiiiit!” They shook him more, “Hands I have them again! I have them! You don’t understand! Paws are so bad to hold with! So bad for so long!”

“O-ho-ho-kay! Okay” Cyclonus tried to use his free hand to push them away but couldn’t bring himself to grab them as he wasn’t looking where he was going, “You’re clearly high on something, you need to-”

“Go home, probably, I… I don’t know where it is…” Cyclonus groaned at this reply, “I definitely don’t know after you took me to an entirely different part of town!”

“I didn’t take you anywhere!”

“You fixed my foot!”

“I didn’t fix anything!”

The person decided this was the moment to pull him closer, drawing a sharp gasp from Cyclonus as the weird person's chest pressed against him, but had the effect they wanted as he looked down at their face, noting the height difference but more interested and stunned as their eyes did indeed go red. Pupils thinned and their nose upturned slightly as it pressed back into their face, their upper lip swelled a little as thin whiskers sprouted out. Their face merged into that of a cat.

“I just… I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to be near anyone” Their face moved in odd ways as their now-feline lips warped to make the human sounds. There were a few breaths of silence before they hugged him, clinging tightly to him as if the physical contact was the only thing holding reality in place.

“You’re the cat…”

“Yeah”

“You… shapeshift”

“I kinda like calling it transforming, but yeah”

“You’re naked”

“So? You are too”

“This is a public place”

“T… take me home?”

“WHAT” Cyclonus did manage to break out of their grasp this time to look them in the eye, their face having reverted back to something more human by now.

“Yes” They righted themselves up and tried to put on a more authoritative pose, “You did take me home before and I don’t know this area”

“I thought you were a cat…”

“And that changes...?”

Cyclonus stuttered a bit, no idea what the hell was even going on let alone what to do next, running on about 4 hours sleep over 48 hours was probably the only thing keeping him from really losing his mind at this. “I don’t know your name?”

“Galvatron, you can call me Galvatron” They finally introduced themselves.

“R… right… and what were you doing watching me shower?”

“OH! O..oh, I…” Their face went bright red, hands only just raising a little to shield their body, but not very well, “I think it’d be better to talk in your room, this is a public place, after all, someone could walk in on us”

“Walk in on us? You make that sound…” Cyclonus didn’t finish what he was saying as he thought about how two people naked and half-embracing in the showers usually meant one thing and he started going as red as Galvatron.

“F… fine, just… use my towel to cover yourself… and maybe not watch me change… again, it’s weird now I know you’re not a cat-cat”

“That’s agreeable”.

#transformers #maccadam #galvatron #cyclonus #fanfiction

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Is...father drunk ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

I was trying to find a way to make Bruce say that alright ? And I was thinking : “That’s kind of something I can’t see out of his mouth unless he’s drunk, which is ridiculous cause Batman’s never drunk and...Wait...OH !”. And this is how this story was born. This is a poor attempt at imagining a drunk Bruce Wayne..After my latest fic, which was very sad, I though maybe we were in need of some fluff...hoping you guys will like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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This was...a first.

You had seen him in a lot of states that most people would find impossible to even think about when it comes to the Batman.

You had seen him happy, cheerful, silly, horny, goofy, cracking stupid jokes and farting in front of you without any shame (oh the number of time he trapped you under the sheet right after he let out an awfully loud and smelly fart...ass) !

But this ?

This was most definitely a first.

Leaning against his best friend, Clark Kent, eyes half-closed and a stupid smile on his face, his tie undone hanging around his neck loosely, his dress shirt out of his pants, you were pretty sure he was very drunk.

But it was impossible ! 

You’ve never seen Bruce drunk, and you’ve been with him for years ! 

He never even got tipsy, NEVER , at all those damn galas and charity event you always had to go. Not. Even. TIPSY. 

He doesn’t like to loose control and usually drinks with parsimony. A few drinks within a few hours. Enough to socialize around a glass, definitely not enough to have his mind clouded. 

And here he was, in front of you, an elbow on Clark’s shoulder, too intoxicated to even stand on his own.

Clark gives you an apologetic smile, as you look at both of them, stunned. With a little nervous chuckle, he says :

-Hum...So things kinda got out of hands.

Bruce whips his head around to look at his friend and, outraged, says : 

-Non-sense Clarkie, things went perfectly fine ! Now bring me home, my wonderful and perfect wife is there and I want to see her because she’s wonderful and perfect and I love her.

You couldn’t believe it. Your Bruce was really drunk ! His voice wasn’t his usual one, it was weirdly clumsy and a bit higher than normal...him who always had a perfectly steady and sure low voice (that often made you shiver) !

Things do not quite register in your head, as you stare at both men, bewildered. After a few seconds, and while Bruce was singing “itsy bitsy spider”, running his fingers up Clark’s arm (imitating the spider you know), the reporter finally says :

-Not that he’s really heavy, not for me at least, but hum...Do you think we could come in ? Lois is waiting for me back home, it’s really late...

Suddenly, you realize that you didn’t even invite him in, and just stared at her for the past few minutes, too surprised to act, looking at your drunk husband and embarrassed friend without much reaction but widened eyes and mouth opened. 

-Oh, yes, sure, sorry Clark, come in, let’s go to the living room. 

The man follows you in, and you close the door behind him, completely astonished by Bruce waving at you dreamily and saying “theeeeeere she is, my wonderful and perfect wife...Or are you an Angel ?”, twisting his neck around to try and see you as you walk behind them both.

************ 

It was around 7 pm when he left to meet them in some dive bar uptown. You convinced him to go, and he wasn’t particularly happy about that but...Oh well, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. 

That night, Batgirl and Batwoman, Barbara and Kate, were on duty in Gotham and for once in a very long time, the entire family was off...Only, it was Clark’s bachelor party (finally, after years of being together, the damn man popped the question to Lois...For real though, you gotta ask yourself some questions when Bruce “I’m emotionally disabled” Wayne asks his girl to marry him BEFORE you). 

There would be other family nights, but Clark would only have one bachelor party (hopefully), and of course he really wanted his best friend to be there. 

Bruce at first refused, wanting to be with you and his sons but...well, he had to admit you were right (you always were) and to be honest, a night away from his damn children always bickering each others for no reasons (and only when HE was around ! Like with their mother, everything was FINE...how did she do it?) sounded pretty nice. 

He left at 7 pm, as you and your boys were getting ready to have a “The Lord of the Rings” marathon (extended version of course, your plan being to watch as much as you can until you all collapse of sleep and exhaustion, your belly full of cakes, ice cream and tea that Alfred made before he went to bed early...for once). 

He came back at 4 am, in the middle of “The Two Towers”, struggling to walk, leaning on his best friend (who wasn’t drunk at all). 

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

Clark couldn’t get drunk. He discovered that a while ago, when he was in college. When he told his friends that, none of them believe it and...drinking games started. 

There were Barry, Hal, J’onn, Bruce of course, Arthur and him (Clark didn’t have a lot of REAL close friends). They all got very drunk, as he kept chugging down more and more shots of whatever they gave him. 

The first one to go was Barry. They made sure he was safe in a taxi back to his home, calling his girlfriend to tell her to pick him up down their apartment. 

The second one was J’onn. Alcohol might be ineffective against Kryptonian, but oh boy did it work on Martians ! He almost blew his cover, turning back into his original form in the middle of the fucking bar, before he realized he probably had enough and left...somewhere (hopefully, home). 

The third one was Hal, and Clark had to take his Green Lantern ring away before a terrible accident could happen (or before he reveals his secret identity). They send him home too (the next day, they’d discover that he stopped the taxi in the middle of the way and wander around aimlessly the rest of the night...)

The fourth one was Bruce, but he refused to actually leave. He stayed and drunk some more. Terrible mistake. 

It took ages before Arthur finally got very drunk...Clark had to hold both him and Bruce all the way to Gotham docks. He must admit, he felt a bit guilty that he kinda threw Arthur in the sea without being very delicate, but he was starting to talk in gibberish and being overly annoying so...it had to be done. As soon as Arthur hit the water, he grabbed a few dolphins that carried him home (hopefully) while screaming “WOOOHOOOOOO” at the top of his lungs. 

And so Clark had to take Bruce back home...And here they were, in your living room. Bruce was still leaning against him and looking around as if it was the first time he saw the place, whistling, impressed, saying things like : “wow niiiiice carpet ! Guy who owns this place have good tastes”. 

After he explained to you what had happened, and after you and your family (who were watching TV calmly) went over the initial shock of your Bruce being drunk...You all started to laugh like crazy. 

Bruce joined, not really knowing why he was laughing, with a laugh that wasn’t really his (it was so ridiculous, and he kept burping throughout the entire time). 

Clark joined too of course, it wasn’t every day that he saw the entire bat family laugh like crazy like that, it was quite a sight. 

It took all of you a few minutes to calm down. After a few more explanation from Clark (how many drinks Bruce drunk (23...pretty impressive really, for a man who never drinks) and such things), the man was about to leave to go back home to his own wife and sons when something hit him all of a sudden : 

-Oh ! I gotta warn you (Y/N), he’ve been drunk for a little while and...well, it’s like he just gulped down some veritaserum or something !

You smirk at the mention of the imaginary potion that famed writer J.K Rowling created for her series of books : “Harry Potter”. 

You loved that saga, but would have never pegged the Superman to like it as well...He never mentioned it before ! Clark blushes slightly and, putting his glasses back up his nose a little bit mumbles :

-Damian lend Jon some of the Harry Potter books and he became so obssesed with it that I wanted to read them to to talk about it with him and that’s really not the point right now stop smirking at me like that (Y/N) !

You smile fondly at one of your best friend, genuinely thinking it was utterly cute that he would read seven books just to bond with his son (though, come to think of it...Bruce did it too, and he didn’t even like it !).

-No worries Clark. I love Harry Potter too. And...veritaserum ? You mean...

-I mean that you can literally ask him anything, he will answer it truthfully. At least...I think. I mean, he told us a few things that I don’t think he would ever make up so...

-Like what ? 

Clark blushes more than ever and turns his head away from you, readjusting his glasses once again. 

-Oh...N-Nothing. Not important. Ok gotta go bye ! 

And on that note, he flies away. Wayne Manor was isolated enough that it was completely fine for him to do that here but...his reaction makes you curious. You’ll have to remember to taunt him to tell you all about what Bruce said. You were pretty positive that you’d be able to “convince him” to tell you haha...

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You and your sons go back to the living room, where you left Bruce alone the time to say goodbye to Clark and...He’s sitting calmly on the couch, as you approach him you realize that he’s commenting on the movie you were watching (the scene was frozen on Aragorn) : 

-I really don’t know why she thinks he’s so attractive but she does. My wife loves Aragorn. Or rather, she loves Viggo Mortensen. She made me watch all his damn movies, drooling over him and all. How can I compete against him ? He’s awesome in real life too ! Oh and in the movies...The movies are some of my kids’ favorites. They often watch it and...oh there they are ! 

He heard you come in and instantly stopped talking to himself (?????), smiling at all of you stupidly. He points at all of you individual, and says : 

-I love you. I love you. I love you too. And you, I love you. 

Once he’s done, he looks very pleased with himself and lean back against the couch, starting to sing the main thune of The Lord of the Rings. 

You approach him and before you can say anything, Jason goes :

-What do you really think of Superman ? 

Bruce looks at his son and his eyes grow big, shining a little, just like a little kid who just saw his hero. He straighten up in the couch and, facing the six of you (you, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass and Damian) he says : 

-He’s amazing ! Like he can lifts fucking buildings end very very big fucking rocks ! I mean, “freaking”. Don’t say fucking, kids, it’s a bad word. He can smell brownies made in Kansas from the League’s watchtower !! He can smell brownies from space ! He’s not the smartest ever, sure, but he’s so kind and nice and his hair are always flawless, like I take hours every day to make mine look decent, and he flies around the wind all the time and like his are perfect ! Fooooosh, flawless ! He’s a very good friend...hell no, he’s not a friend, he’s my brother ! I’m not even mad he slept with my wonderful and perfect wife, years ago, before we were together...I mean, I’d sleep with her too...

There’s a small silence followed by this little speech. Your sons don’t even take notice of his comment about sleeping with you. Broken by Dick : 

-Holy shit ! Uncle Clark was right ! It’s as if he’s wrapped in Aunty D’s lasso of truth ! There no way he would ever admit that Superman is that great otherwise ! I’VE NEVER SEEN HIM DRUNK ! I’M FREAKING OUT ! 

Your oldest son grabs your arm and pulls on it to bring you closer to him, putting his face really close to yours, and...Yes, freaking out a little bit. 

Tim and Damian are speechless and you...Well you don’t know what to do with all this. After all, there’s not a lot of questions you’d ask him since he’ve always been very honest with you. And you sense how dangerous all of this can be if your sons start to ask him things ! Tim, just to make sure, asks : 

-How do you like you coffee ? 

-Just like you my boy, double red eye, blackest of them all. 

Yes, this is all very dangerous if he only says the truth ! Sooner or later, they’ll ask him something that’ll be too much ! Each in turn, they ask him random things that comes through their mind, laughing way too much at the way their dad speaks and moves (so clumsy ! They’re not used to it when it comes to their father !) : 

-What’s your guilty pleasure ? 

-Watching cheesy rom-coms with Alfred. And putting ketchup on my rice.

-What do you think of climate change ? 

-Oh awful, awful thing ! 

-Do you think you’ll ever stop being broody ? 

-Absolutely no chance. Unless I get drunk every day, like right now, but then we’re replacing an existing problem with another bigger problem...

-Do you really like Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches or do you only act like you do not to hurt his feelings ? 

-I’m a great actor. 

-Between Diana and Clark, who would win in a fight ? 

-Diana would whoop his ass in an instant ! But Clark would still have flawless hair...

-Do you actually enjoy wearing costumes and three piece suits ? 

-Hate it, I wish I could hang out in pyjamas all day...

-Did you really like my cake ? 

-Yes, it was amazing. 

The next question, coming out yet again of Jason’s mouth, makes you cringe and is exactly what you feared :

-Who’s your favorite child ? 

Bruce looks at him and a horrified expression paints itself on his face : 

-Favorite ? FAVORITE ?! I don’t have a favorite ! How could I ? You’re all so amazing and perfect ! Not to be mistaken with your mother, my wife, who’s wonderful and perfect. It’s different, but still the same. You guys are all so beautiful. I love you all so much, equally, for real real. 

Jason pouts a little bit, though he’s secretly relieved. He’s about to ask another question but his father isn’t done. 

Bruce tries to stand up and fails miserably, falling back down in the couch and instead of going to them, he settles for pointing at them. He starts with his oldest : 

-You Dick, you’re my favorite because you’re everything I wish I was. You lived the same tragedy than me, you lost your parents at the same age than me, but you never became me. You never became that dark and stupid man I am. You’re a light Dick, you’re a light for everyone ! We’re all lost boats and you’re a very bright lighthouse ! ...Or...Rather we’re all lost people who are on a boats, I forgot the name of people who work on a boat...I know in French it’s “marin” but that’s it. We’re all “marin” and you’re our bright lighthouse Dick. I love you so much my boy. And I’m so proud of you. I admire you a lot too...My beautiful lighthouse ! 

It’s rare, that Dick Grayson is left speechless. Very rare indeed. But hearing his father outright say that he loves him like that is a first...Bruce’ve always had his own way of showing them he loved them, his own twisted speeches of telling them how much they mean to him, and this is a first...Well, he’s drunk after all. 

Your oldest son is kinda glad that his father doesn’t wait for an answer and turns to Jason, saying : 

-And you Jaybird, you’re also my favorite. My sweet and beautiful boy. I know you think I disapprove of everything you do but it’s not true. All I want, all I ever wanted, all I ever want for you is for you to be happy, to be able to live again...And I’ll always be there to support you, no matter what.I felt a part of me die with you when you were gone you know. You made me want to become someone better. I love you very much, and I wish you knew that. I wish you knew how much you mean to me. You mean everything Jason ! Everything ! When you died I thought...I thought I could never...I could never...thanks God your mom was there but I thought...it was impossible to...But then you came along Tim ! 

Jason does a very poor job at trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and just like his older brother, he’s very glad that his father’s attention is deflected on someone else. Namely, Tim : 

-You Tim, you’re my favorite ! You arrived in a very dark moments of our lives ! You came not too long after Jason’s death, and neither me nor your mom wanted to...get attached again. It hurt to much to loose Jason...And yet here you came along, little eight year old boy knocking on our door telling us he figured out I was Batman ! You forced your way into your life and I’m so glad it happened. You helped us go through so much, and you don’t even know it !  You’re the smartest most brilliant man I know...Even smarter than me I think. I love you Timmy, I love you so much, and I’m glad you decided to take the “Wayne” name because with you, I know my parents’ name will be carried out well...With you too Damian ! 

Tim’s cheeks tint with red, and a stupid kind of smile appears on his face at his father’s words...Not even Damian’s little “tt” and smug face can break his good mood right now. 

But Damian doesn’t do his famous little “tt” and instead, is completely focused on what his father has to say :

-Damian you’re my favorite. You came such a long way since you arrive in our home ! I’m so proud of you, I’m so so so proud of you. You overcame everything you were raised to believe to become a better boy and...I know you’ll be a beacon for so many people in your life. You’ll change things, things I’ve never been able to change. Your compassion and passion is an example for everyone ! You’re so much more than you think you are, and you don’t need my approval...You’ve got it anyway. I love you my boy, and this will never change no matter what and I. 

Before he can finish his speech, and talk about why Cass is also his favorite...Damian lunges into his arms. 

For a few seconds, you wonder if Bruce isn’t going to throw up, as he becomes suddenly very white after the impact of his sons against his chest and belly full of damn alcohol...But them your husband’s arms wrap around his son and he sighs deeply, content. It’s only when Dick, Jason and Tim make a mocked “aaaawwwww” and join in the hug that they separate. 

Damian “Tt” them, and Bruce, too drunk to really be his stoic and serious self, just kinda...laugh and hit his thigh as if they made the most hilarious joke in the world. 

But even that drunk, he didn’t forget what he was saying. He turns to Cassandra and continues : 

-Cass, my only and oh so precious daughter ! You’re my favorite because you get me. On a level none other do. You’re an inspiration because despite the abuse you went through you never turned evil, despite what people forced you to do you’ve always been a hero. I love you so so so so so much, and you don’t have to speak for me to know that you’re the most perfect little girl a man can ask  for. My only precious daughter. I can’t believe how you’ve grown, there’s not a day that goes by without you surprising me by how amazing you are. I love you. I love you all. 

They don’t even know what to add to that. Hell, they even forgot to ask more questions even though it’s clear their father would answer them all...This is YOUR opportunity to jump in and stop this madness. 

Besides, it’s very late, you’re getting tired, and Bruce also needs sleep, a big glass of water and a miracle if he wants to not be too hungover the next day !  

You jump on the occasion that your children all have lumps in their throats and are too touched to think of anything else to ask to say : 

-Ok kids, time to go to bed. We’ll finish LotR tomorrow ! 

They don’t even protest. They don’t even whine to stay longer. They don’t even THINK of asking any other questions to their father who turned into a truth pit. There’s thousands of questions you know they could ask. Things to embarrass him. Things to satisfy their curiosity. Things. 

But they don’t. Exhausted. Both mentally and physically. Damn they weren’t ready for that ! They’re about to leave but their father is calling them back in, asking for a goodnight kiss and it’s just so...Weird. 

Usually, only you would demand goodnight kisses, their father would just...not really like it ? But maybe they were wrong ? Maybe he loved it ? Because right now, as he smooches their faces and hug them tight, it certainly looks like he’s enjoying it and oh it’s so strange how he keeps saying “I love you” every time ! Nice, but strange ! 

They leave with a last stunned look to their dad, who waves at them happily. 

A child. He looks like a tiny child. Maybe that’s how he was before his parents’ death ? Happy and carefree, loving hugs and kisses and not afraid to tell his feelings ? Maybe...

Finally you and Bruce are alone, and you turn to him, wondering how you’re gonna manage to bring him all the way up to your shared bedroom...

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After ten attempts at going up the stairs, resulting in Bruce almost breaking his neck and you bruising your sides...You decide against going back to your bedroom and instead go fetch a few blankets and pillows to settled down in the living room couch. 

You take Bruce’s shoes off...or try to, as he grabs you by the waist and crush you against his chest. 

-Did I tell you I love you today, my wonderful and perfect love ? 

-...Yes...Yes a few time already, you’re squeezing me baby. 

-Oh, well that’s a change. Usually you’re the one squeezing me. 

You roll your eyes at his not-so-subtle sex reference and pull away from him a bit. He looks at you intently, his eyes delving deep into yours, staring, love and awe shining in his pupils. 

-I love you, (Y/N).

-Yes I think you’ve said that a few times.

-But I really do ! And I’m not saying that because I’m drunk. I really, really love you. You’re the best. You’re genuinely the best. Without you, I couldn’t endure everything that happens. I couldn’t raise our children. I...I couldn’t live. Without you nothing makes sense. You’re my everything. You genuinely are. You don’t even know it, but you’re the reason I function. I love you so much (Y/N), I love you so fucking much. 

-Broosh...

-Can I touch your boobs ? 

-I’m...Wait, what ? 

-Your boobs, I really like them, can I touch them ? 

You roll your eyes once again. Well, so much for a romantic declaration uh, the mood is ruined, as his drunk self takes over a little bit. You’re about to tell him to shut up and sleep but...oh the puppy eyes. 

He dares to give you puppy eyes. And so you crack and say : 

-Sure. Sure Bruce, you can...touch my boobs. 

In a childish manner, he giggles and happily slide his hands under your shirt, all the way up to your boobs, and just hold them, as you’re now laying on him. 

-I really like your boobs. So soft and squishy. I love them. Almost as much as I love the rest of you. I love you, (Y/N). 

-I love you too Bruce. 

You can’t help but smile, as you feel your eyelids fall heavy...

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The next morning, all of you are extra careful not to wake Bruce up, as he’s heavily sleeping (and snoring, which happens rarely) in the living room. 

When he finally emerges, he looks absolutely awful and...

“Note to self : Let’s get drunk a bit more often, it’s nice to be taken care off like that”

He thinks, as you guys take great care of him all day. He doesn’t really remember what happens, but...he guessed he didn’t make a fool of himself too much ? 

The End. 

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Just a shitty short story I guess...Sorry, It’s rushed and bad, I wrote this in twenty minutes, at 11 pm, after a long day of working and I’m suppose to wake up at 4 am to go back to work so...Not in the best shape, yet wanted to write something blahblahblah and since I finished it might as well post it blah I’ll shut up now or I’ll start pointing out everything wrong with this shit.

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