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matbaerzal · 3 years

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Like This Pt.1 | T. Jost

Summary: Tyson is the best roommate you could ask for, you can't imagine ever living with someone else... no- no not like that, your relationship is purely platonic! > (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) A/N: First fic of the year hafsjkhf.... The reader studies Special Education, which will play a small part throughout this fic. Warnings: A short mention of sexual dreams Reader pronouns: she/her Words: 2,4K Tagging: @konecny-s @vitekvanecek @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @ricohenrique @notaccurateornice @tysojost @justjosty ... lmk if you want to be tagged ❤️

As you reach the door to your apartment you shift your second grocery bag into your left hand before fishing your keys out of your pocket. You hurry to turn the key in your lock as your arms are tired from the heavy weight of the amount of food you’d bought. You huff out as you open the door, absent-mindedly throwing the keys on the side table as you set the groceries down on the floor.

“I’m sorry, can you give me a minute?” you hear Tyson speak as you take off your coat and shoes. In the corner of your eye, you see him put his phone down before pushing his chair back, standing up, and walking over.

“Hey, how was work?”

You huff out a breath in reply, and when you see him grab the groceries you almost try to object, but relief washes over you before you can. You follow him to the kitchen with the intent to sort the food so he can get back to what he was doing, but he brushes you away.

“Go sit down - relax” he gives you a pointed look.

“Thanks” you smile, hesitantly making your way to the couch.

“You hungry?” he speaks over his shoulder as you sit down.

“Very” your stomach grumbles as if on cue.

“I made some dinner earlier, want me to heat it up for you?”

“Don’t you have an interview” you shout back.

“Eh, they can wait” he shrugs

Without waiting for you to reply he takes out the tupperware from the fridge before putting it in the microwave. Once it’s heated up he brings it over to you, along with a glass of water before he gets back to his interview, apologizing profusely to the journalist on the other end of the call for keeping them waiting.

Living with Tyson had its ups and downs, but all in all the two of you fit together well as roommates. You’d met him during his first year in Colorado, back then you were living on campus. You’d planned to move in with a friend of yours, but after she graduated she got a job offer in another state and decided to move, leaving you practically homeless as there was no way you’d be able to afford to live on your own at the time - and there was no chance that you were ever moving in with your dorm room roommate again. Tyson offered for you to stay with him for at least a little bit until you figured things out. Then he realized he really liked having you around. You��d hesitated, thinking he was just trying to be nice, before he practically begged you to stay.

Hundreds of comments from friends asking if you’re dating or having sex later, you’re still living with him - not dating, not having sex, never even having kissed, and neither of you wanted to cross that line. With the way you and Tyson clicked, there were a lot of people who had trouble believing you were just friends, but at this point, you felt like you knew each other too well. All your dirty laundry had been aired out between the two of you - both literally and figuratively. The smell of his week-old workout sweat in the laundry room was enough to put you off. It wouldn’t be fair to say it hadn’t crossed your mind though. Objectively he is very attractive - you can’t deny that - perhaps, maybe your mind traveled places as he walked out of the bathroom after a shower with only a towel wrapped around him. You knew for a fact that he’d thought about you too, having drunkenly admitted to you that he had a dream about you once - which explained that one morning where he wouldn’t meet your eye and couldn’t have gotten out of the door quicker.

But neither of you ever acted on your attraction, it was pushed into the back of your minds - ignored completely. Because that’s all it was, an attraction, and nothing more.

You watch him as he continues his interview, zoning out as you eat your food. You hear every tone of his voice, completely focused on him but at the same time not registering a single thing he’s saying. It’s only when he looks over at you that you’re shaken out of it.

“Is it alright?” he whispers, covering the microphone.

You shake your head as you're brought back to the real world, it takes your brain a few seconds to catch what he said and your cheeks feel warm as he chuckles - “Hm?”

“The food? Is it alright?”

“Mm, yeah” you take another bite, resting the fork in the food container as you reach for the TV remote to distract yourself.

You’d been swamped with work lately, between your studies and your part-time job as a teaching assistant, you barely had time to take a breather. Your third year studying Special Education at the University of Denver was hectic, any time not spent at work or on campus or studying at home was spent either eating or sleeping in your bed. Tyson could see how tired you were whenever you came home, he always cooked a little extra for his dinner so you wouldn’t go to bed without eating first. His mediocre pasta meals always tasted like heaven after the long days you had.

By the time Tyson plops down on the couch you’re finished eating and zoned out on an episode of New Girl.

“Do you have any plans on Sunday?” he asks and you shake your head - “just studying, writing”.

“Wanna come to the game? I completely get it if you just want to stay in-”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to” you perk up, you hadn’t been to a game in who knows how long and you’d put aside your assignments at least for a little while if Tyson ever asked you to. He never had to ask before, you’d come whenever you had time, but it’d been seven weeks now - Tyson kept count.

“You sure?”

“Yes, Tys, really” you pat his thigh - keeping your hand there a touch longer before removing it when you meet his soft eyes.

You wake up late on Sunday, head stuck to the pillow, body hesitant to leave the bed. You’d already woken up once and decided to sleep longer so you force yourself out of bed, put some clothes on and go to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. Just as you get the milk from the fridge your apartment door opens, signaling that Tyson’s home from his morning skate.

“Good morning” he smirks at you, his eyes running over your thrown-together outfit and noting the remnant of sleep in your eyes.

You nod, trying to speak through the mouthful you just took, making Tyson squint his eyes in a laugh. He waits patiently for you to finish so you can repeat your question to him - “how was the skate?”

“It was alright, easily gonna have a nap after I eat though”

“Want some cereal?” you arch your brow. He stops and thinks for a second, contemplating if he should say yes, or make his usual scrambled eggs - “you know what? Yeah” he decides. You raise your brows at him, about to make a comment but he interrupts you. “Yeah, yeah pour me a bowl before I change my mind”.

You hold your hands up - “wasn’t gonna say anything” you try, but he doesn’t look convinced. You rush to get him a bowl and a spoon, setting them down for him, pouring in some cereal as he comes over to sit next to you on your kitchen island. He pours the milk himself before lifting the bowl to clink against yours, muttering “cheers” before taking a spoonful into his mouth.

You sit in comfortable silence as you eat your food, moving around each other as you put the bowls in the sink to worry about later. You walk to the couch and open your laptop to get some work done before you have to get ready for the game.

“Do you ever take a break?” Tyson yawns, laying down on the couch next to you, his head landing on a pillow close by your thighs.

You figure his questions rhetorical, but his eyes stay on you as you start typing away on your essay. “I’m taking a break later, y’know, at the game”

“No, I mean like a real break, like flat out on the couch, books closed-”

“You’re funny”

“I’m serious”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have time for breaks Tys”

He goes quiet after that, a thoughtful look on his face as he settles into the couch, your eyes linger on him for a moment before you go back to writing your essay. It doesn’t take long for his breath to get heavy, the small snores escaping him making you smile. As you skim through an article you might use for your essay your free hand finds his hair - his curls too soft to resist running your hand through. His snoring stops as your hand first makes contact making you freeze, but he’s nuzzling into the pillow and snoring again before you know it.

Even after you’ve read the article your hand stays in his hair and you do your best to type with one hand, only opting to use your right hand when absolutely necessary. You were in tweaking stages so luckily you could keep one hand planted in his hair most of the time. You’re checking the clock here and there, knowing he didn’t set an alarm and that he didn’t like napping too long on game days, but just as you’re about to wake him he leans into your touch, eyes slowly blinking open as he hums, absentmindedly you brush his hair away from his forehead - “sleep well?”

“Like a baby” he smiles, “what time is it?”

“uh, two-thirty” you glance over at the little clock on your computer.

He leans into your hand one more time as if to savor the feel before he starts to get up, once on his feet he stretches his arms above his head, you can’t help but look as his t-shirt lifts to reveal his stomach, but you avert your eyes quickly and hope he doesn’t notice. If he did, he doesn’t comment, “want me to make dinner for you too?” he throws the words your way over his shoulder as he makes his way to the kitchen. “What’s on the menu?” you tease, fully well knowing the answer, even saying it with him once he replies - “chicken and pasta”.

You turn your head to look at him, and he can’t bring himself to be annoyed at you when you smirk at him.

“Yeah, yeah” he brushes you off - “do you want some or no?”

“Yes, please” you smile.

He quickly makes the food, the recipe burned into his brain from making it time after time. He puts a little extra cheese on your plate, coming over to the couch with both plates once he’s done. You close your computer, place it to the side, and take the plate he hands to you with ease. Once your plates are scraped it’s time for Tyson to get ready, change into his suit and leave for the arena.

He walks out of his room wearing one of his three-piece suits and if you didn’t have the restraint you’d built up over the time you’d lived with him you’re sure you would’ve drooled at the sight. You’d think he was doing it on purpose, but you’d never let your weakness for the vest-jacket pairing slip, and he looks oblivious as he meets your eyes. The little spin he does for you does nothing to help and you have to give yourself credit for being so collected when he raises his brows as if to ask: “Is this alright?”.

“Looking good, Tys. I’ll see you after the game” you get off the couch as you speak and give him a quick hug, his phone pinging with a message signaling that JT is waiting for him downstairs as you break away.

“See you later,” he says.

“Kick some Dallas butt.”

He laughs as he walks through the door leaving you to yourself. You don’t wait long until you start getting ready yourself, not being able to focus on your writing with the anticipation of the game in the back of your mind. You put your lucky Avalance hoodie on, grabbing your coat before leaving with more than enough time to catch the warm-ups. There’s a couple of familiar faces there when you arrive. You’d met the players’ girlfriends a few times, mostly in this exact setting and you fell right back into the group again. You felt for them, having to watch their boyfriends play such an unpredictable sport. You guess you could imagine how it felt at least a little, living with Tyson and all, but the energy they brought to every game was admirable.

The game was tight, the boys fell behind in the first period but in the second and third they were no doubt the better team, but the puck just wouldn’t go in the net. With ten minutes left they manage to tie it and with 5 minutes left Tyson takes a tripping penalty. They killed the penalty and scored not long after to secure the win, but you could see Tyson beating himself up over the penalty that could’ve cost them the game. The look on his face as he sat in the penalty box is something you keep in the back of your mind as you leave with the girls to meet him.

He’s one of the first ones to come out of the locker rooms, head hanging low. Gabe pats him on the shoulder before he greets his wife, Tyson throws a forced smile towards his captain that seems genuine to anyone that doesn’t know him the way you do. The smile reaches his eyes once he sees you though and he drapes his arm over your shoulder when he reaches you, leading you towards the garage - “Let’s go home”

To be continued...

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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ataraxia. - ch. 4 [ diluc x reader ]

ch. 4 - adjustment pairing: diluc x gn!reader warnings: mention of injuries, mentions of murder, mentions of familial passing. not beta read. words: ~2.2k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: you're not used to company and diluc is awkward. but hey, things are beginning to become normal, right?

a/n: mmm. slow burn. begrudging allies. not much happens in this chapter, but i promise things will speed up soon. :)

for the four days diluc is bedridden, two of which he is able to actually walk around miniscule amounts, the rocking chair in the guest room becomes your dining chair and your lap serves as your dinner table. sure, it's slightly messy, but even diluc, who you can tell likely isn't the one for conversation normally, enjoys your company. despite the walls he puts up, he is still able to hold a conversation.

however, for all the information you reveal about yourself, you learn little about diluc. when you talk about your farm, he's more knowledgeable than the average townsperson, which leads you to believe he grew up near agriculture. however, his formal method of speaking steers you away from such conclusions, unable to pinpoint where exactly the overlap between a farming background and a background of what seems to be an elite overlap.

you are mostly the one talking to him. it doesn't take a genius to realize that he isn't a fan of small talk and would rather just sit in silence, but you wish to know exactly who is taking up the spare bedroom in your house. like a hardboiled egg, diluc fails to crack upon the impact of your words. instead, he expertly maneuvers his way out of any question you might throw at him.

if only he could have maneuvered his way out of the fatui, you think bitterly, irritated with the entire situation at hand. if diluc hadn't gotten himself injured, then you wouldn't be the one dealing with a guilty conscience if you threw him out. curse your parents for instilling basic human morals in you.

however, apart from dropping off books, accompanying him to the bathroom (where you wait outside respectfully, of course), and serving him breakfast and lunch, you don't interact with diluc very often. you find that he's easy to ignore.

once he starts walking, of course, that's a different story. the redhead is tall and his hair is a brilliant vermillion. it sticks out against the soft green grasses like a sore thumb and shines in the light. even in the comfort of your cottage, it stands out against the dull decor, fading paint, and worn furniture. diluc's crutches click against the floor with each step he takes and his presence is no longer quiet.

he's the type to always stay moving, even if his body says otherwise.

once he's comfortable with walking again, diluc interrupts you as you start making dinner. despite sharing the same house, the two of you scarcely speak with nor acknowledge each other out of meal times, so the sudden noise of his voice causes you to jolt in shock.

"may i help you cook?" diluc asks. after you get over your initial scare, you realize that his words didn't sound like much of a question. the words are more of a formality than anything and you realize that he will not let this go until you say yes. which, of course, you don't, because you're not allowed to let some stranger come into your house and order you around, even if it would ease your workload.

"go sit back down," you urge and you hear diluc sigh as he realizes that you aren't going to budge either. despite your order, he lingers, the corners of his lips twitching with annoyance. of course he's not going to budge either, you think. asshole.

so, in response to his stubbornness, you decide to throw it back in his face.

"are you saying my cooking is bad?" you challenge and diluc's eyes widen as his uninjured foot shifts backwards slightly. despite his balancing act on crutches, diluc still manages to take a step back at your challenging tone.

"what? no. i'm not," diluc backtracks his words and you feel slightly bad at the way he sounds on edge, but you weren't about to have this borderline stranger interrupt your cooking when he needed to rest.

"then go sit down." you say and diluc, surprisingly, folds and walks over to the dining table where he once lay just a few days ago. you glance over as he sits down in a chair and he stares at you, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in the chair. you pause your cooking and stare back. unlike usual, diluc is the one to break the silence.

"why did you save me?" diluc's question is abrupt. you swirl the wooden spoon in the pot in front of you while attempting to think of an answer.

"dead bodies are a pain to deal with," you respond as you take the spoon out of the dish and tap it on the side to remove any excess liquid. diluc lets out a soft huff of amusement at your words, yet that fails to ease the current resentment you hold towards him.

"is that all?" diluc asks. you look over at him once more with raised eyebrows as you drop the spoon into the small pile of the day's dirty dishes.

"do you not believe me?" you say, yet your voice lacks the embittered tone from earlier. you can't blame diluc if he doesn't. you barely believe anything he says to begin with.

"i am just curious as to your answer," diluc says. you can tell it pains him to watch you prepare dinner without any assistance from him whatsoever, yet he can leave his heroics for another time.

if you were being honest, you didn't quite know the answer to his question yourself. sure, you could pull a half-baked lie out of your ass about how you could 'never let someone suffer' if you saw them in the condition he had been in. it would be honorable to have such notions, but you had never been the type to play hero. after life had handed you such an awful fate, you could take what semblance of normalcy you could get.

and yet, you had thrown it all away on a rainy day to save a man you had never interacted with before. you had thrown away your safety. if the fatui were to find the two of you, your throat would be slashed and your body would never be found. you would die not the death of a hero, but the death of a fool.

you look back down at the pot of food in front of you, watching as the soup boils and bubbles within. why had you saved diluc? on that fateful stormy day, why had your roughened heart softened to let in a man who seemed to be more trouble than he was worth? you weren't honorable. you would never be. you couldn't be.

the timer you had set earlier, mechanically ticking away next to the heated pot, dings, signaling the dish's completion. it snaps you out of your thoughts and you blink as you remember where you are. wordlessly, you extinguish the fire that fuels the stove and take a step back, allowing the soup to cool.

"when i find the answer," you say slowly, voice far softer. "i'll be sure to let you know."

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the air has a light breeze to it, making the typical morning chill just a bit fiercer than usual. you slip on a coat for that reason and depart your bedroom. you glance at the closed door to the spare room. by now, it was no longer an extra bedroom. rather, diluc would be its sole occupier for the next several months.

today marks ten days since diluc made his rather unceremonious arrival to your doorstep. it also marks the first day since the two of you came to an agreement about diluc's living situation for the foreseeable future. you had agreed, like a damned fool, to let him stay for the next several months. worst of all, you had offered.

the conversation had been short. the redhead had offered to pay rent. you declined. the redhead then insisted on paying rent. you declined once more, albeit more harshly. the two of you came to a begrudging agreement. you wanted nothing in return, while diluc wanted to reward your hospitality. therefore, you two had decided that diluc would pay for groceries

you provided him with the ideal hiding place. a worn down little farm was no fit for a man of his status. you still weren't sure who he was, but claymore wielders weren't exactly those born into unaffluent conditions. it was a peculiar choice of weapon, therefore typically only used by those who could afford both the training and the heaping chunks of metal that claymores required.

plus, his manners were impeccable, aside from his insistence on trying to repay his weird debt to you or whatever he told himself. to you, diluc owed you nothing. as long as you made it out of this situation alive, you wouldn't care. and if you didn't live? who cares? you would be dead.

it's not like there was anyone to cry over the death of the little isolated farmer in the fields of fontaine.

you snap out of your daze as diluc's door creeps open. he wears the only spare outfit you had that would fit him. an old, blank white shirt. he wears the pants he arrived in, albeit with the leg cropped severely on one side to accommodate for his cast that now traverses the entire expanse of his leg.

it's rather ugly, if you say so yourself.

"i'll pick you up clothes the next time i head to the market," you blurt and diluc stares at you, still half-asleep and struggling to comprehend your words.

"good morning to you too," he responds, completely unenthused. you stare unapologetically at him. you probably should have greeted him, yet it's too late to backtrack.

"there's food in the pantry," you tell him, before walking to the hall closet and taking out your worn work boots. "i will be off the premises today. if somebody finds you, you're the only one that lives here. got it?"

diluc nods and you walk down the hall, entering the kitchen once more. you sit down at the dining table, perched sideways on one of its chairs and shimmy on your shoes. diluc follows after you and hovers, watching from the hallway entrance as you get ready to leave.

diluc parts his lips as if he wants to say something, yet can't figure out the words. you let out a sigh as you decide to indulge him, even though you don't really care about whatever he has to say to you. if it was important, he would say it.

"what?" you ask, standing up and smoothing out the fabric of your pants.

"could i request something additional from the grocery?" diluc asks and you look at him blankly.

"you're the one paying for the groceries," you remind him. "so, uh, yeah."

diluc glances away from you, cheeks flushing slightly. "i would appreciate if you could pick up some grape juice."

"grape juice?" you ask, slowly. an odd request from a man who is ripped to the high heavens, yet you have realized that diluc himself is an odd man. stoic and reserved, yet odd nonetheless. "sure. got a brand preference?"

diluc's vermillion gaze snaps upward to meet your eyes, who look at him with absolute disinterest. somehow, this seems to calm his slight embarrassment at asking for such a childish beverage.

"dawn winery, if they sell it," diluc responds before glancing over once more.

"dawn winery?" you echo and diluc looks slightly nervous at your interrogation. "isn't that like... super expensive?"

"oh," diluc responds. "i can afford it."

you stare at him. maybe you should have charged him rent if he can afford that overpriced, not very good grape juice.

"got it," you confirm, still slightly weirded out by his awkwardness over the whole thing. "anything else?" you shuffle over to the doorway and glance back over your shoulder, patting your coat pocket to ensure the bag of mora was tucked in your pocket.

diluc clears his throat.

"return safe, okay?" his order is softly spoken. you nod.

"i'll try," you say and slip out of the door. it was just a simple grocery run. if anything was going to threaten your safety, it would be staying in the house with diluc. after all, the fatui couldn't accuse you of anything if you weren't caught in the house alongside him.

for a man who had multiple broken bones, diluc was rather worried about people that weren't him. you didn't quite understand it but, despite the way his righteousness and self-sacrificial attitude bothered you, you found yourself admiring it. such a personality would result in statues being made of him, should his heroism actually be vocalized.

yet somehow, the honorable prince that diluc was a few steps (and non-broken bones) was somehow relying on the humble farmer for survival. you only hope it won't bite him in the ass.

but, most of all, you only hope that you won't grow attached.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Comfort

Summary: Reader in one case…and well Roman in the other are having rough days. So here is how those rough days are handled. Enjoy!

Had a rough go of things yesterday and needed some character comfort! Hope you all like it.

Dan Torrance

Sighing, you trudged over to the boarding house. Using the key Dan gave you let yourself in. Seeing, he was still at the hospice. You pulled off your shoes and clothes that hung on you heavily. Going to one of his drawers, you opened it took out then pulled on one of his t-shirts and some of his extra soft pajama pants.

Closing the distance, you went over to his bed. Pulling the blankets back, you went and laid down. You pulled the blanket back. Sighing, you closed your eyes. The anguish that had filled you was lessening but still still there. A few tears, slid free from your eyes and after running down your cheeks, they came to rest on Dan’s pillow. After taking a few shaky breathes, you finally let yourself drift off to sleep.

Dan shivered as he let himself into his apartment. Turning, he locked the door. Hung up his coat, turning he saw you and swallowed. Your sadness hung like a fog in the air. Sitting in the chair beside the door. he began to loosen the laces of one boot before pulling it off and doing the same to the other one.

He wondered what had happened to make you so sad. You had been a good spirits earlier in the day. He could reach into your mind but he chose not to. When you were awake, you could tell him. Perhaps over dinner or while you watched something comforting on tv.

As he took in the mound of discarded clothes and even how tightly wound the blanket around yourself, it was evident you had not had a good day.

With his shinning, he reached out in warmth and comfort. Easing into his bed beside you. He brushed some hair that had fallen into your face. Even in sleep you looked ill at ease. He pressed a kiss to your temple. Softly he whispered with his mind and aloud, “I’m here.”

A soft sound came from you and turned you curled up to him but still remained deeply asleep. He was glad that he could be a source of comfort even as you continued to slumber on.

I know I used the hug…but that hug looked so amazing.

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Anger

“Come quick.” Zsasz, rasped into the phone.

You had gone out to grab a treat you and Roman loved. Fresh, warm croissants, a bowl which was the right size for the two of you and expresso. He was getting bi-weekly shot of botox to curb the chronic headaches.

Afterward, you’d sit and indulge while the rest of the world could disappear till the evening would encroach. Roman, would slip on a killer suit, a fake brilliant smile, and a pair of shades that would obscure his eyes; so no would see that the smile he gave them never reached his eyes.

Something happened. Something shattered his “me time.”

On the opposite weeks, he’d have a shave or a hair cut or get fitted for a suit. Those days, afterward, the two of you would sit, curled up on one of the many comfortable sofas or lounges and read the society pages. Genuine, laughter would come from him.

He’d share stories of how ridiculous all those people were. When he had been a kid, he had seen behind all their masks, you delighted in the stories. He’d gesture and speak with his hands and yet again, you’d see that smile that was rarely ever across his face downstairs.

Taking the elevator, you wondered what could have destroy his mood. Mere moments ago, be had sent you off with a brief kiss on the cheek before laying down in his silken robe for the injections. His anger filled voice, greeted you before you saw him. He was raging, his blue eyes were twin flames. Your heart sank.

“Roman, I’m back.” You held up the bag and the covered cups that barely contained, the rich delicious scent of the expresso. “I got the tiramisu and croissants!”

You hazarded a glance. A put out looking Canary, rose an eyebrow as she looked at you. You shrugged. Zsasz, who had always had a flair for calming before you entered Roman’s life looked at a loss at what to do. When he looked your way, you gave him a half smile.

“You’re fucking back?” Roman, turned grabbed a pillow; his robe flapping around him.

You nodded.

“Fuck this, I don’t want any of that right now. Get the fuck out of here.” He snarled. His features rough.

When he had first pushed you away so angrily it had hurt. You ran and even thrown the goodies on the floor as tears had prickled your eyes. But now, you knew better.

You still couldn’t exactly dodge the pillows he threw. This one hit you square in the stomach, you wavered a little where you stood but you kept the expresso and bag of goodies safe.

“Roman, she only….” Zsasz’s voice trailed off as Roman grabbed another pillow.

“You two, get the fuck out of here too!” He held up the pillow.

An idea sparked in your as you watched him clutched and moved the new pillow in his hands. Putting, everything down you grabbed the forgotten pillow that had come to rest at your feet.

You walked over to where Roman stood.

“Oh Roman.” You said softly.

Turning, his anger still prevalent as it kept his features sharp. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking leave?” The edge was there but actually wasn’t as sharp. You could do it.

Quickly, you glanced, towards Canary and Zsasz, you gestured as if to say, I got this. You two can leave Zsasz hesitated but he left when you nodded.

That’s when you did it. You threw your pillow at him. It totally confused him. He dropped the pillow he had been holding. “What? What the fucking are you doing?”

You smiled and snatched, one of the pillows at his feet. “Throwing a pillow back at you.” You said simply.

“Don’t think I can’t land one harder.”

“Oh really? Do I get a running start?” You asked a playfulness entering your voice.

“I’d fucking run now.”

“Ok!” You ran just past him and grabbed another pillow.

Running again, you looked over your shoulder and watched as he aimed and threw.

Damn, moments later it got you square in the shoulder. An umph, came from you. He had been write it hit harder. “Hey that wasn’t much of a running start.”

“I never fucking promised anything.”

That’s when you threw yours. He dodged it.

“All you can do?”

“No!” But you grabbed and began running again.

Taking one of the other hallways you figured you could creep around and get him by surprise him.

You were rounding the corner, you glanced over your shoulder and didn’t see him. A tingle of victory began to fill you. But when you turned back to look in front of you, he was right there.

It so startled you, that you screamed.

He chuckled. Both of your hands lowered as you looked at each other.

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A few fallen pillows were around the two of you, as you both were eating from the tiramisu. The croissants were already a distant memory.

When his feature were completely soft and there was even a twinkle that came from his eyes, you finally asked. You rested your head on his shoulder as you handed him back the spoon.

“What happened?”

He inhaled but then he exhaled. You glanced at him from through the strands of your hair.

He dipped the spoon in and enjoyed a good spoonful.

“Harleen Quinzel.”

You pressed your lips together. You knew not to ask for anything further. Her name spoke volumes.

Not wanting to remove your head from his shoulder you had to. If the two of you were going to enjoy the expresso, you had to. You handed him, his first.

He took a sip and slid you a look, a smile tugging on his lips. “Rematch?” He eyed one of the pillows that was the closest to the two of you.

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pabosontheloose · 3 years

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Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

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From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door.

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics.

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans.

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely.

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much.

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe.

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Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings.

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it.

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you.

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right.

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table.

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself.

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you.

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

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yeochikin · 3 years

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good morning. | c. san

a/n: don’t mind me, just having SO MUCH san feels lately jfsjf also idk what to put as the title so uhh,, excuse that fdbdj

main focus: san x fem. reader

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): none, really! but do tell me if there are any :)

your irises admired the way the leaves fell ever so elegantly to the ground from your seat on the couch of your quiet living room, situating yourself right next to the window as your favourite songs played softly through the speakers. despite the cold morning air, the knitted wool sweater, that somehow looked a tad bigger on you, was enough to keep you warm.

the tip of your index finger absentmindedly traced the lip of your favourite ceramic mug, filled with hot chocolate. the marshmallow you plopped into the hot drink was slowly melting away without your knowledge, much thanks to the constant staring out of the scenery that was held in front of you.

but how could you not do so with the way orange, and brown, and even a tinge of red decorated the windy streets just outside of your house?

how could you not admire the scenery outside with how time seemed to slow down, feeling as if the wind blowing the fallen leaves from the shedding trees moved ever so slowly as if they had their own little lazy dance?

bringing the mug up to your lips, they soon formed into a gentle smile as soon as the warm, sweet hot chocolate coated your tastebuds, loving how the hot drink managed to make you feel all warm on the inside. if you could describe it, it would have been you saying it felt as if someone was giving you a hug on the inside.

speaking of hugs, a pair of arms suddenly encircled themselves around your waist, causing you to tense up ever so slightly in surprise. but soon, your muscles relaxed as soon as the familiar cologne wafted into your nose, finding yourself leaning your back to rest itself against the person’s broad chest as you felt them nuzzling their nose against the crook of your neck.

“you weren’t in bed when i woke up.”

choi san, your lover, mumbled against your neck, lips brushing against the skin to which, caused a shiver to run down your spine. you merely let out a chuckle in response, tilting your head so your lips could press a fleeting kiss against the male’s temple.

“i’m sorry, love. but byeol wanted to go out earlier.” you giggled as san playfully nipped onto the exposed skin of your shoulder.

you felt his fingers playing with the hem of the sweater, pulling his face away from your neck with a quirk of his brow.

“this is mine, no?” he asked, you tutting him in response.

“i am merely borrowing this from you.” you laughed at the way your lover deadpanned down at you, knowing that it would always end up being yours either way.

but of course, san never complained about it as it gave him some sort of pride growing in his chest whenever you wear his clothing.

the both of you lifted your heads up as a soft ‘meow’ along with scratching noises against your front door made itself present. quickly placing your mug on top of the coffee table next to the couch, not after giving your lover an apologetic kiss on the lips to leave his arms momentarily, you then rushed to open the door.

you watched as your boyfriend’s cat made herself at home as soon as you opened the door, grinning to yourself at how adorable the little furball looked as she stretched her little paws out before lightly pawing against your leg, standing on her hind legs.

“my little byeol, where did you go, hm?” you heard san say, not even realising how he had already made his way to stand next to you, him now leaning down to give a few strokes on said cat’s head.

a quiet meow was heard from byeol as if understanding what san had asked her, moving from your leg to rub her body against san’s side, standing on her hind legs once again to give the tip of san’s nose a little nip. a habit of hers that you had found out after spending more time with her, along with san’s explanation of how it was her own little way of ‘kissing’ you.

or rather, a way of telling either of you that she wants something. be it wanting food or wanting to go out.

but in this current situation before you, with the way how loud her purrs were, and how she kept butting her head against san’s lips as he playfully puckered them out, you knew that she wanted to bid the both of you a good morning in her own little cat body language.

the raven haired male couldn’t help but to emit a low coo at his feline friend’s actions, now gathering her in his strong arms before standing back up, laughing at the way byeol’s tail twitched when your lover playfully bounced her in his arms, his dimples making their appearance from the reaction along with how his eyes crinkled with happiness.

the two of you stood near the doorway to play with byeol for a little more before you suggested san to freshen up as you made prepared breakfast. with a little salute then a kiss on your cheek, san let byeol hop out of his arms before making his way to the bathroom, singing a familiar tune underneath his breath as you watched his retreating figure.

once he was no longer in your line of sight, you made your way to the small kitchen, hands busying themselves to roll the sleeves of your, or rather, san’s, sweater up to your elbows so it’ll not be a disturbance while you cook.

throughout the little moment, you hummed to whatever song that played through the speakers until a favourite song of yours came on, causing you to subconsciously smile in response as your hips swayed from side to side to the beat of the song, yet also making sure you were careful near the stove as to not burn yourself.

as you waited for the stew to cook itself for a little while, you spent the spare time to sing your heart out as the jovial tunes, the large spoon in your hand acted out as a makeshift microphone. you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out the giggle that bubbled out of your lips, dancing in a silly manner around the kitchen as the song played its second chorus.

it was only when you turned around to twirl that you froze in place, hands up in the air, while your eyes were wide opened in surprise at the figure standing against the doorframe.

there, choi san was leaning against the doorframe with his arm crossed in front of his chest. an amused smirk was clearly etched on his features, as if containing the laughter that threatened to leave his lips upon witnessing the sight before him.

thinking that he would make fun of you, your arms slowly dropped to your sides as you quickly turned back around to face the stove, cheeks burning from the embarrassing moment until you heard an airy chortle leave your lover’s lips.

to your surprise, san placed his hands on your shoulders so that you could face him once more. with his hands now taking yours in his, you mentally admiring at how perfectly they fit together like two puzzle pieces, san surprised you once more by shaking his shoulders to the beat of the song. you watched at how his eyebrows wiggled at you, promptly twirling you around, causing you to grin brightly. it was no doubt by now the kitchen was filled with the sounds of san’s and your laughter mixed in with the both of you singing along to the song.

it truly felt as if time had slowed down in this very moment, you giggling at the way san belted out the lyrics in such an.. ‘extra’ manner, san laughing his high pitched laugh from the way you almost stumbled down on your own feet from the numerous twirling around, and just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence once the song neared its end.

his arms were wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible while you stared up at him with fondness evident in your eyes, leaning against san’s touch as he lifted a hand up to caress your cheek affectionately.

“god, i’m so in love with you.” he whispered, turning his hand slightly so his knuckles brushed against your cheekbone.

without waiting for a response from you, his lips were already on yours, your arms reaching up to wrap them around his neck to give you a little more leverage to return the kiss, both smiling lazily against each other’s lips.

there was no need for a response. the both of you knew, just how in love you are with each other.

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noonawriter · 3 years

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Delicious Rendezvous Chapter 3

WORD COUNT: 4151

WARNINGS: cursing, an attack of sorts (no bloodshed), thinly veiled protectiveness

DELICIOUS RENDEZVOUS

Chapter 3

“There,” Heechul told you, panting. “It is done.” He pulled away to lay beside you. For him having a cold touch, you still immediately missed what warmth he brought. The sensation of the spell spreading the rest of the way through you was half pins and needles, half a deep sort of pleasure that defied explanation or words, running up your spine. He turned on his side, one elbow bent, chin resting on his head. “I’m going to be quite busy - frankly, I’ve already taken a lot of time out of my day for you.”

His nonchalance came as a surprise after the intimacy he’d just shown. “You could be nice for one second,” you mumbled, the afterglow quickly fading, but he was apparently determined to ignore any and all feelings, including yours. You shook your head to hide your face and the look of disappointment.

“I’ll figure out a training schedule for you tomorrow. For now, go make friends and get some food. Order what you like.” He smiled as though he’d handed you the keys to the club. “I’ll let them know to expect you.” Heechul continued to make himself presentable when he added, “I didn’t take much blood, but you still need to replenish what was lost. Let Shindong know what you want at the bar and he’ll relay it from there.”

“...Wait, huh?”

Heechul let out a put-upon sigh. How were you supposed to learn anything from him, let alone stick around for the next three months? Was he really going to be able to help you? You rolled your eyes.

“Look, I thought you were pretty good at talking to strangers, but maybe I was wrong.” He huffed out a little almost-laugh through his nose. “Just start with,” he gestures with his chin towards the door, “Ryeowook’s little boyfriend, the kid at the piano. He should be wrapping up soon. He loves to eat and he’s a blank, so you aren’t in any danger from him and you won’t be alone for now.”

Your eyes widened, “Am I in danger from anyone else?”

Heechul raised his eyebrows once. “That depends on you, doesn’t it.” His grin is wide and knowing, one eyebrow cocked up. While you gaped as such an unhelpful response, he levitated himself to standing, summoned his pants and slipped his lean legs back into them. Though you couldn’t help but watch the movement of muscles beneath the skin for a moment, you were determined to not make a habit of it, forcing your eyes away.

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“Nice to meet you!” Henry shook your hand enthusiastically, already a weird start. He didn’t look old enough to be in a bar in the first place, which the rosy tint perpetually blooming on his pale cheeks didn’t help. After the ritual, though, you probably didn’t look any better, so it was nice of him to not comment on that.

“Um, I was told Ryeowook-”

“Oh, yeah! He got me this job.” He looked over in the direction of the stage and back, though not before you caught the gleam in his eye, a particular one that left you aching with longing. Adoration couldn’t be written more plainly on his face. “It works out really well, you know? I didn’t actually know what I was going to do with my degree.”

“That’s really good.” You feigned politeness just long enough to ask the question you really wanted the answer to, leaning forward to speak more quietly. “How is it here really, though? Do they treat you well?”

“Yeah, everyone’s so nice here!” He beamed. “When Ryeowookie is busy,” the gleam of affection cropped up faintly again before fading, “Donghae makes sure I get lots to eat. My visa got processed so much faster here than my school one, and I got direct deposit since my first check. It’s great!” With a cute tilt of his head, he added, “I’m glad no one minds that I don’t really drink. I get all itchy. But Heechul’s never had a problem with it.” Sticking his hands into his pockets, he frowned. “To be honest, the only thing I’m worried about is that Ryeowook never eats breakfast. But everyone’s different, right?” He concluded his rambling with an easy, friendly smile, shrugging his shoulders, then rocking on his heels.

“...Right.” In your mind's eye, you could see clearly what Ryeowook would look like with his wings and claws out. And that the butler was actually over by the entrance to the club, his shoulders subtly widening and narrowing over and over again, his hair growing longer and then shorter. You realize what wasn't said. That made you mad as hell! Oh my god, you thought, this kid doesn’t know anything, does he. Heechul is a bastard.

Too bad you still needed his help.

“Oh yeah, you just got here, so you don’t know where anything is, huh.” Henry’s words drew your attention back to him and away from your thoughts of Heechul. “Come on, let me show you the break room.”

As the two of you made your way past the bar, Shindong came in from the back, carrying a nondescript box. He pointed at you, then immediately, his hair shot up and back as if by a gust of wind. His confused expression was so comically exaggerated that you couldn't help but laugh.

He patted it back down into place, looking confounded, then went on his way as if nothing happened without so much as a wave.

“He’s a weird one.”

Henry held his finger up to his lips, eyes that told you to be quiet. “Don’t let him hear you say that.” The rosy-cheeked man looked around, as though he was worried Shindong was watching at that very moment. He stepped closer. “Man is insufferable, at times. Even moreso if he likes you. At least you got some form of interaction from him being it's only your first day here. Took me a week to get anything out of him.”

All you could manage was a quiet “hmm”. Henry resorted back to indifference as he made sure you were following him as he continued to guide you to the much-needed food. Something about Shindong was intimidating, despite the brief comedy routine, so you decided to come back to the issue of ordering food a little later, when you’d had a chance to gather some courage.

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Once he’d taken a bite off the corner of one sandwich, Henry exclaimed, “Alriiiiight! He remembered to salt them more this time like I asked.” Handing out the egg sandwiches, cut in two halves to form neat triangles, he added, “You’d think it wouldn’t need it when the bread has garlic butter on it, but there’s a lot of egg, you know?” One was placed in front of Donghae, and another in front of you.

“Oh, uh, thanks.” This only left you more determined to put off figuring out Heechul’s food. The kitchen you’d passed on the way was loud and looked extremely busy, so it just felt weird to add to that. And you hadn’t seen a menu anywhere, either...

“No problem! Ryeowook always makes extra anyway. I think he gets worried when our schedules don’t line up to eat together.”

Both men sharing the small round table with you stuffed practically a whole triangle in their mouths at once. You couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh, is he going to be on stage for a while?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation going. It was a fair trade - garlic butter was such a simple indulgence, yet oh so worthwhile. Had you missing home, all of a sudden... Missing it so bad that you couldn't bear to think about it.

The conversation turned out to be a welcome interruption.

“Nope,” Henry said, only half succeeding at covering his mouth. “That part's done for today. He’s got backstage appointments to get to.”

“...Technical work? I didn’t know he did both.”

He only stared at you for a moment. “No,” he said slowly, “backstage work.” Left utterly confused, you looked back and forth between them until Donghae’s lascivious smirk got the meaning across.

It slowly dawned on you that it was a euphemism, not to mention what was going on behind all those closed doors. “Oh.” Your eyes widened so much they nearly fell out of your head, and you had to force your mouth closed, because you were something like a guest here and it’s not polite, right? What if it seemed insulting or condescending, the longer you looked scandalized? You could feel your cheeks heat further at that thought, even if that had seemed impossible with how they’d burned immediately after Donghae’s hint got through. “Oh! Right. I see.” Well, you’d really rather not, but it appeared the rumors were true after all. Staring at the plastic container was the closest you could get to meeting anyone’s eyes for a little while after that kind of revelation. “That doesn’t bother you?”

But Henry only shrugged. “Nope.” He offered no details whatsoever. That was that; he and Donghae proceeded to bicker over who had to eat the carrot sticks hiding underneath the stack of sandwiches. (Donghae insisted that demons don’t eat carrots, which Henry reluctantly accepted, though not without a heaping spoonful of skepticism.)

The three of you chatted amiably for a few minutes between eating. That calmed you down enough to see about asking for a menu after all, making your way through the same corridor from earlier, the one with the framed drawings of urban wildlife with inspirational slogans under each one. You were pretty sure the kitchen was back this way-

Whatever just took you off your feet meant business. Your eyes opened to find the ceiling above you and the cool marble tile beneath your back. You sucked a deep breath in all while moving your hands and feet to make sure everything still worked correctly. What drew you out of your self-inspection was the groaning coming from a few feet away. The strange yet beautiful man from earlier was bent over with his hands braced on his knees. He looked wobbly, maybe just as hurt as you were.

Laying back and being still just made more sense at that moment. You closed your eyes as the back of your head met the ground

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He sensed the spell and honed in on it to take him there.

Of course, he’d already been attuned to security alerts for defensive spells. From his alcove, Heechul had watched as his apprentice stumbled back and fell, at the same time that the reflective force flung Sungmin just as far back. Luckily, the incubus had reflexively done one of those martial arts rolls, but now leaned heavily against the hallway wall where he was sitting slumped against it, his eyes glazed, one small hand pressed to his own cheek and temple.

While Henry ran over to him, Heechul shot a faint blue spark from his fingertips.

“You know being teleported makes me dizzy,” Jongwoon grumbled at Heechul in the next instant, but quickly softened when he spotted his patient. Dropping onto one knee next to her, resting his forearm on the other, he leaned forward the slightest bit. “Hey there. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked in a soft, husky voice.

“M’dizzy,” she mumbled, “and I fell.”

Jongwoon turned to the vampire, already back to looking annoyed. “Did you set your shield to let healing through?”

“Of course I did,” Heechul scoffed.

“Then open up pain relief as well.”

Feeling a bit sheepish when he realized that that type was indeed still blocked, Heechul did just that, drawing a quick symbol on his palm with his fingertip. Admittedly, he hadn’t cast this sort of protection in quite a long time, and the last time... That wasn’t sexual in the least. So he’d asked Shindong to set up tests for it, making sure his friend wouldn’t tell him when or how. It was a mercy that he didn’t have to specify to not hurt her; the risk was too great, and the very thought stabbed fear through his heart.

An invisible anodyne cloud sprung up around Jongwoon, a sort of magic dandelion the doctor himself had developed. Caught in its radius, the ever-present ache in Heechul’s wrist dialed down to a faint hum.

The pained grooves marring her forehead eased at once, too.

She was in good hands. Heechul knew this, knew it with the knowledge of many decades, so he turned to check on Sungmin, but... It was more difficult to do so than he’d imagined. No matter how much he tried to make his eyes focus forward, he itched to do otherwise.

Worriedly looking back over at her, Heechul nonetheless made himself turn away once more to attend to Sungmin, where Henry was already murmuring to him while pressing the back of his hand to the incubus’ forehead. Logically, Heechul knew Sungmin must've gotten the brunt of it, but-

That was all he’d allow himself. He shook himself back into action. Heechul motioned Henry away with a small gesture of his head. The young, bright eyed man wanted to stick around and help, but Heechul’s eyes insisted, mouthing ‘thank you’. Henry, ever shocked by the silent but kind motion, nonetheless complied. He turned his sights back to the scene he’d turned away from. "You did a great job, Sungmin. We got the test data we needed." Sungmin nodded gingerly, only grimacing. "Thank you for helping again. Donghae should be back near the bar by now, or soon, that'll be kicking up some lust. Go soak that up until your head settles, then lie down for at least five minutes, alright? I'll send the doctor to check you over when he's done here."

"Yes, boss," Sungmin said, slowly standing up, one hand on a nearby wall the whole way up. Heechul lent his arm for support, only remembering to call out when Sungmin had made it a couple of feet away on his own, "And drink some water!" Sungmin merely threw up a thumbs up over his shoulder as he cautiously walked away.

Setting that aside, he hurried over to her. To his apprentice. That's all, he told himself. Just someone who needs my help. The shield held beautifully, though nothing could beat real world experience to be sure. Since every scan and both tests came up well...

Mostly well, he realized, watching Jongwoon shine a small light into her eyes, then asking her to follow his finger. Fuck, the stun shouldn’t have gotten through that strongly. That meant there were cracks, and right now... He didn’t know how to fix those.

There were no shortcuts. He couldn’t help but get close enough to squeeze her hand, needing to touch her even if only fleetingly, to feel that she’s alright, then immediately left to do a field reset on the room he’d set aside to start her training. She would need so much more than just this. No telling how soon she’d have to be able to protect herself.

Not for the first time, Heechul lamented that he couldn’t be in two places at once.

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Hardly a minute or two later, belly full and mildly nauseous after whatever that stunt was, you felt a caress brush against the confines of your mind. It drew you in, past this door, that way down the hall, into a quiet carpeted room that contained only Heechul. His trademark smirk sat easy across his mouth.

“So you’ve properly met at least one of my kids now.”

“I did,” you said tartly, recalling what you’d realized, “and-”

“Hold on.” Holding one hand up, he stopped you with merely two words; you hated that you were going along with it. “If you’re looking to chew me out some more, save it for another time. Training requires dedication and concentration.”

“...Fine. But it’s only a delay.”

“Good enough,” he said, rolling his head side to side. “So, he’s a sweet kid, right?”

“Henry? Yeah...”

With that admission, Heechul’s smile turned genial. “Good. You have some basic sense.”

“Oh, so you get to insult me during training? What’s wrong, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

Though he rolled his eyes, his smile grew wider, too. “Some fires are unquenchable. We’ll work it out as we go. Now. Follow me. Deep breath in, then let it out slowly.”

Reluctantly, you did as he said, putting all other concerns into a box and setting it aside in your mind’s eye. “Okay, now what?”

He raised one eyebrow. “You really will have to learn some patience. Not an insult, darling!” He added with a laugh. “A simple fact required to progress.”

“Hmph.” You crossed your arms. Realizing how petulant that looked, though, you forced yourself to let them hang loose at your side instead. “I suppose. If you learn some manners.”

“Fair’s fair,” he answered with a shrug. “Now, back to the kid. Only pull up the image of him if it helps you; the essential part is whatever feeling of connection you can find. This works the same way an address on a building does.” He blinked slowly, tilting his head back, then forward again. “You feel it?”

The thread may have been thin, but you were able to strengthen it by kind of... latching onto Heechul’s connection as well. Were you supposed to do that? Who knows, but it felt like it was working. “Yes,” you answered distantly, almost having forgotten that you were asked a question at all.

“Good. Now imbue it with your magic.”

For some reason, this step scared you. Was it safe? Would it hurt anything? What if once you did it, that little bit was gone for good...

“You’re panicking.” But you weren’t- Oh, Heechul was right. Your breathing had gotten heavier, shallower, too quick. Before you’d noticed, he stepped closer, one fingertip tilting your chin up. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna let it go!” You blurted out. Immediately, Heechul’s hand smoothed over your hair.

“It’s alright,” he said more gently than you’d thought possible of him. “You’ve done it before, and it’s always filled back up. You just didn’t know you were doing it.” But he stepped back, screwing up the corner of his mouth, and that also frightened you. You wanted his reassurance back. “This will be the only exercise for today. We’ll start you on foundational material next time.”

“Did I mess it up?” You croaked.

“No, everything’s alright,” he assured you, still in that too-gentle voice. “Let’s just try one more time, okay? The well will refill. You’re just taking a drop from it. Deep breaths. Two, three, four. There we go.”

Slowly, the whole thing feeling embarrassingly elementary, you made your way back to being calm and levelheaded. “Okay, I did it.”

“You found it? Good, well done. We’ll continue tomorrow.” Before you, far too close, Heechul visibly swallowed, then pressed his face to your neck for a long moment, taking a deep breath and leaving you feeling immensely calmer, strangely enough. When he wrenched himself away, his eyes held a faint tint of red, something gleaming in his mouth as well. “Forgive me,” he said. “A moment of weakness.” He looked at you intensely, his nostrils flaring. “All creatures hunger.”

Then he whirled away. “Please do not think me evil for it.”

You desperately wished you could see his face when he said that, but in a blink, he was gone.

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“Kamau’s treatise on diplomacy and oratory is a must,” Heechul muttered to himself, flipping through the pages absently before adding to the pile on the table at the center of the room. “Oracles are known to be inherently weak in persuasion, and Zhang’s research on complementary domains proved it..." Back at the shelf, he ran his finger over the spines of an entire row, hoping it would jog his memory. “Damnit, who wrote that particularly clear natureweaving introductory text a century ago? I know I have it here somewhere, I just can’t remember their name.”

Familiar footsteps accompanied by a click on the floor sprang up behind him, so he didn’t feel the need to turn around. It wasn’t long before strong hands alighted on his shoulders, that familiar moon-topped cane gleaming where it leaned against one of the shelves.

“You’ve been in here for hours, Master,” Siwon murmured, clearly doing his level best to forcibly massage the tension out of Heechul’s body through his shoulders.

Probably true, but the leader wasn’t going to admit it. He allowed himself to hum low in his throat, turning into a closed-mouth groan, but no more. “Why aren’t you finalizing the quarterly ledger?”

But Siwon only chuckled. “The computing machines handle nearly everything in the modern era, Master. Did you forget again?”

“I still don’t like that whole expense,” Heechul muttered. “They’re just little boxes and they don’t show their work!”

Moving down his back, his right-hand man told him in a strangely indulgent tone, “I can audit them any time you’d like. You need only say the word.”

Heechul sighed. “No, don’t bother. There are much more important uses of your time.”

“Like this?” The other man joked, digging his thumbs into a knot at Heechul’s lower back.

“You very well know I meant getting ready for that raid that I sense coming sometime next week,” Heechul said archly. “See if,” god his head hurt just pulling the info, but raids were always hard on his kids, “the same one’s still in the 223 precinct to cut a deal.” However, when he felt the loss of those strong hands, he failed to hide his laughter when he complained, “I didn’t say to stop!”

“Very well, just another minute, then, shall I?”

His head drooping forward, Heechul muttered, “Whatever happened to ‘Yes, Master’?”, though the words had no bite to them.

Suddenly, hovering next to Heechul was a grid without lines, each one holding what looked to be a title and author. “How about an index instead?”

“What would I do without you?” Heechul whirled around, the index following to his right, to squeeze Siwon’s hand. “I guess it was worth saving you after all, if you’re going to make yourself useful.”

In front of him, Siwon beamed as though Heechul had said something far more affectionate. “You might even like me, too,” he lobbed playfully, squeezing back. “Also, Whitman’s parlor tricks book got into your pile again,” he added, pointing to the table with his chin.

“Ugh.” Heechul ran his hand through his hair. “Goddamned cursed fucking book. You see?” He picked it up, waving it around. “This is why I tell everyone to not get me presents. Not everyone can sense what’s been cast on them, so I get stuck with a useless book that tries to follow me around like a lost puppy. Prestidigitation? Hardly a step above distracting children with a marionette,” he huffed.

Siwon held his hands behind his back, but he was visibly suppressing laughter; Heechul never could prove where the wretched tome came from, but he had his suspicions. “Your evening appointment grows near, Master. Are you going to be in here much longer?”

Flipping through the index with only half his mind on it, Heechul did a locate on a symbolism book. He’d have to review that one first before adding it to the curriculum - not to mention, there was something waiting its turn to be shown to him that left him feeling that he’d need to have it fresh in his mind.

“Return to me in half an hour. I’ll be ready then, but I need you to handle the nightly security review in my stead.” The flash of fear in the other man’s eyes had its answering echo in Heechul’s chest, and he hated being powerless to assuage it.

“May... May I ask why?” Siwon sounded hesitant when he asked. If Heechul took in any more information, though, he’d be completely overloaded, and thus useless for meeting with the ingredient supply broker. Still, he knew that Siwon had never done a security review without him, and didn’t know how to reassure him about what it could mean. There was just... too much to do. And no way to know what kind of attack could be coming next.

Of course, if that fact became known to his staff, it would bring nothing but panic. Leaving Siwon entirely in the dark was not a viable option, however. If only the damned visions would be more specific!

Once more, Heechul sighed. “I need to be prepared while I know not for what I prepare. Don’t make a Cassandra of me for saying so, hmm? But I have a feeling,” he said, shelving the gag book while pointedly not looking at Siwon, “that our troubles are far from over.”

Author’s note: again, a huge thanks to @thesirenandtheking for all the assistance in this piece. It would not be possible without the SuJu knowledge and effortless flow of the editing process.

#super junior #super junior fic #Super Junior Heechul #Super Junior Heechul fic #heechul fic #suju fic #kpop fic #supernatural kpop #supernatural heechul #supernatural fic #superjunior henry #superjunior siwon #superjunior sungmin

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the-idiot-under-your-bed · 7 years

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12x23 coda

The sun cannot fall from the sky. Cover my eyes. Cover my ears. Tell me these words are a lie. Sam felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes as he placed his candle down outside. In this business, they don't really do funerals, so this is more of a memorial. They decided they had to do something, having lost so many. Both Rowena and Crowley were killed, and surprisingly, Crowley sacrificed himself to help them. Mary was trapped with Lucifer, then there was Cas. Stabbed in the back right in front of them. Jack was gone, no clue where. Dean was taking all of this horribly, wouldn't let Sam burn Cas's body. Had to bury it, he said he needed a body to come back to. He wouldn't let him do it too deep, and even put a latch on the inside of the coffin. Now, they were trying to remember all of their losses, not just the ones they lost the other day, but ever. Jody, Donna, Alex and Claire came down to the bunker. Claire was pretty upset about Cas's death, Sam figured she had grown to like him. She clutched that grumpy cat doll pretty much 24/7, even though earlier she claimed to hate it. They've all been crying, and now they're just lost. Sam stood back and looked at their little memorial, which was pretty much just a few candles and flowers, but it made them all feel better. He felt Dean's presence beside him, saw the tear streaks on his face. His hand was white as he gripped an angel blade, one that Sam suspected belonged to Cas. Dean seemed to be taking this the worst, and while he could be upset about their mom, Sam thought that it was mainly the loss of his best friend. After the initial sadness, and then anger, Dean hasn't said a single word. It can't be true, that I'm losing you, the sun cannot fall from the sky Sam remembered in dad's journal, it said that when mom first died, Dean didn't speak for weeks. He was worried about his brother, Dean was pretty skilled at hiding his feelings, but right now he seemed to be making no attempt to hide his emotions. Right after the portal closed and he realized Jack was gone, Sam had pulled Dean into an embrace, one that felt as if it lasted for hours. Dean kept muttering about how Cas will be back, how he always comes back. "It's our fault" he had mumbled. "He lost his wings for us, Sam. But we never tell him how we feel, oh no, I had to kick him out when he was human! Sam, what if he doesn't come back?" His voice had cracked on the last word, and he continued to sob. Now, while he was still crying, it was silent tears. Sam watched as Claire hesitantly grabbed Dean's hand, the one that was not holding a blade. Deans hand tightened and they stood like that, hand in hand, mourning the loss of their friend. Can you hear heaven cry, the tears of an angel A few hours later, they all sat in the bunker, Jody had made soup, and they were all eating in silence. In the corner, Dean sat, his spoon slowly circling his bowl, but he made no move to eat any of it. His eyes were glassy, and while the previous tears were gone, it looked like more could follow at any moment. His fingers trailed the grooves in the wood table made from the knife that they had used to carve their initials. 'Their legacy' they had said. Sam watched as another tear slipped out. Sam was about to say something, when Dean suddenly pulled out the knife and flicked out the blade. He scratched it into the table and began carving something. After finishing his first design, he stared at it for a few moments, then added one more thing. Once he was satisfied, he stabbed the knife into the table and stood. He turned on his heel and walked out into the hall. "What did he do?" Alex questioned. Sam leaned over and looked at the place where their initials lie. Right beside it, was a C & a W. Castiel Winchester thought Sam sadly. "He made Cas apart of the family" he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. Stop every clock, the stars are in shock. The river would run to the sea. Dean stood in an extra room in the bunker. He was pissed. He wanted to watch Lucifer die, the light leave his eyes, his arrogant attitude die as he realizes this was the end. Dean wanted to be the one to do it. Then Dean was worried about his mom who was trapped with lucifer. But mostly, Dean was depressed. He was guilty, lonely, and vulnerable. He kept wondering, 'what could they have done different?' How could they try again, and not screw up as badly as they had. What could they do to get Cas back. Dean let out a sound resembling a wounded animal as he knocked over the contents of the table nearest to him. He grabbed a lamp and smashed it to the ground. "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He slammed his fists onto the table. "You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Tears rolled down his face as he let out a strangled sob. "You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom." "Why?" Dean screamed. "Why did you have to let this happen? He didn't deserve this! It's my fault, not his! Just bring him back!" Dean fell against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, looking at the decimated room. "Take me instead." He whispered. "Please, I'll do anything. I just want him back." He looked at the room, and was answered with silence. I won't let you fly. Won't say goodbye. Won't let you slip away from me. Claire stood in the doorframe as she stared at the destroyed room. There was no question about it, that Dean had been here. She missed Cas, never really realized that she actually liked him, but now he was gone. She spent most of her time being mad at him, now she wants to talk to him, let him know he's loved. She turned and slowly walked down the hall. She clutched the grumpy cat doll tighter as she turned into a guest room and sat on the bed. She placed the doll on the pillow and slid to her knees on the floor. She placed her hands together and put them on the bed. She closed her dies and did something she hadn't done for years: she prayed. "Hey Castiel. I don't know if it's possible to pray to dead people, but I'm hoping your okay and trying to come back to us. We'll be waiting, we won't give up. Dean, he's, uh, really broken up about this. I've never seen him so upset, he's not even talking. From what Sam said, I don't think he's ever been this sad, ever. I think he blames himself, and we're worried. He loves you, Cas. We all do. And we need you. I don't know what they're gonna do without you. I feel like now that you're gone, Dean's lost. I don't think he's gonna be okay unless you come back. And I know you will, I believe in you. It might take awhile, but you'll be back. I just want you to know, we don't want you back because you're useful. We want you back because we love you, and you're family. I know Dean probably won't say it, but he really needs you. Just know that no matter what anyone says, they love you. I love you, and Dean loves you. Just, don't give up, ok? Come back home." Claire sighed and put her head in her hands. Hey guyssss this is my first fanfic posted, it's a work in progress, I'll repost with more later :) also check out @buckytheboss she's awesome and does sweet fanart and is currently working on some pics for this fic!

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dralentines-day · 7 years

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Gift #19, @rainbowspirk

This gift is exactly what I would find at the end of the rainbow. It’s pure gold! @rainbowspirk , this one is for you!

Our gifter says:

“I MADE IT! For a moment there I thought I wouldn't. It's probably full of mistakes, but it's from the heart. I was SO busy this week, but I still wanted to write something super sappy, because V-Day, duh!”

Joining The Dots - In which Harry writes a memoir, Draco reads said memoir and Pansy can finally retire as his full-time amateur therapist. (or "The Sappiest Rom-Com Ever, a novel by Pansy Parkinson") 4k.

Tags: smut (just handjobs)

She looked inside the tall windows of the cafe, making sure it was the right place. And there she was, wearing a mint trench coat and yellow sandals, no sign of robes. And that's precisely what Pansy loved about her; she was carefree and honest, sometimes even blunt, but above all she was good.

"Hey!"

"Hi, Loons. Sorry I'm late! Did you wait long?" She replied, leaning over the small table to kiss her on the lips. It was still surprising that after months she still felt like a teenager in love when they kissed; it was sweet in public and bloody hot in the bedroom. She was lucky and she knew it.

"Yes, but I was reading Harry's book, so it's alright. Did you read it?” She asked, her big blue eyes shining with sincere interest. It was a surprise when she found out Potter was one of Luna's best friends, and it was the first step in destroying the image she had of him from years of being on opposite sides.

“Oh, I didn’t have to read it,” she said, adding a sigh for effect. She was itching to tell Luna.

A waitress wearing a giant purple hat and robes of the same colour came over at that moment and Pansy ordered an overly sweet caramel latte, being observed by Luna the entire time; the warmth in her eyes made Pansy fall in love all over again.

“What do you mean?” Luna asked after the waitress left, scrutinising the menu. "I think I want a sandwich."

“Try the teriyaki chicken on ciabatta, it's delicious. Anyway, Draco told me everything in an incredibly long rant,” she responded, smiling wide in amusement. She loved her best friend, but he fucking knew how to be a pain in the arse. He needed to talk to a therapist or a muggle priest instead of her; was it too much to ask?

“We can share, I've had two hot chocolates already." She smiled, holding her food-pregnant belly like a trophy. Luna loved eating and it was a nightmare for Pansy's diet, but her girlfriend loved her, after all, extra pounds included. "And what the hell did you mean about Draco?”

“I could eat. And I’m not joking. He screamed about it for four bloody hours…”

…………………..

24 hours earlier...

Knock, knock, knock.

"One second!"

Knock, knock, knock.

It was Draco, the arsehole. He was the only grown man she knew that had the patience of a sugar high child.

"One fucking second!"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Fucking hell, Draco!" She said, opening the door. "Someone better have died or-" she stopped, any anger lost when she saw his face.

No one could deny Draco Malfoy was dramatic, but after almost twenty years of friendship and bratty tantrums, she could tell when it was fake and when it was the real deal. This time, for instance, it was real.

"What happened, darling? Come in," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside the flat.

Draco entered the living room like someone going to their own execution. He paced frenetically in front of the fireplace, both hands moving non-stop, mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out.

She knew what that meant. Harry Bloody Potter. Same old, same old.

“Pansy, I did something stupid,” he almost whispered, running his hands slowly through his blond hair in a clear display of nerves.

She took a deep breath, summoning some patience from Merlin-knows-where; the only way out of this situation was through.

“What is it and how does it relate to Potter?”

He stopped abruptly and looked her dead in the eye, looking exasperated. “What? How do you-?”

“Come on, Draco, spill it,” she gave up and sat down on the plush sofa. It was going to be a long day, if his behaviour was anything to go by.

“Fine," he said in a very affected way. "I bought his bloody book.” He sat down next to her, crossing his arms, stubborn eyes glued to the wall. He was feeling guilty, of course he was.

“I fucking told you not to. I bet you were the first in line at Flourish too!” She said, unable to understand how her best friend could be so daft after all these years. Five years since the bloody war and he still went cuckoo whenever anyone as much as whispered Potter's name.

“Of course not! I’m not stupid. I had it delivered yesterday. But that's not the point.”

On days like these, she wished for the armageddon just so she didn't have to deal with Draco's rants about Harry Potter. Twelve years of it was too much for anyone; even Helga Hufflepuff herself would go mad.

“Not stupid…" She muttered under her breath, and noticed something even more upsetting. "Wait, did you read it in one day? Fucking hell, you’re crazy.”

She stood up to make them both tea, giving him some time to prepare for what appeared to be a monumental rant. It also gave her time to calm down and avoid going to Azkaban for killing her best friend. It would be a shame to be acquitted of war crimes and go to prison for something so daft.

After a few minutes with only the clink of teaspoons breaking the peaceful silence, Draco came into the kitchen, pacing again and talking to himself until she handed him a mug with milky tea and two spoonfuls of sugar, just like she knew he preferred.

“I feel I’m going mad, actually. I need to talk to someone. Right now.”

“Find a therapist, love,” she said, like a broken record, knowing it was in vain.

“No, I want to talk to you.” He said, walking back to the living room and sitting on the sofa, his ankles resting on the coffee table, completely comfortable.

She sighed and sat next to him.

“Ok, Draco, talk to me.”

He took a deep breath and started speaking so fast she could barely keep up.

“Well, I read the damn book. Pansy, it was horrible and also very illuminating. The first chapter is about his childhood and his muggle relatives were horrible to him! They made him sleep in a cupboard with spiders and do the cleaning and cooking.”

“Holy shit." That sounded horrible, indeed, but his face was too amusing for her to feel bad about it. "Draco, are you going to cry?”

“Pansy, don't be a bitch. I'm serious. Dumbledore left him with them God-knows-why and he never knew he was Harry bloody Potter until he went to Hogwarts! He didn’t have friends and his cousin bullied him and he was starved and I still don’t know how he turned out alright. It was fucking rough just reading about it.”

He was standing up again, tea forgotten. For the first time she took the whole thing seriously. Maybe it was time for him to figure out he was in love with Potter and all she could do was help him in the right direction.

“Draco, maybe chill for a second? Tell me everything, but stop freaking out.” She smiled, watching him sit down again and try to behave. He was like a big baby and she loved him so much.

“Oh, once I tell you the whole story you will freak out too." He paused. "I had so many questions about that chapter… Did they clean his nappies? Did they sing to him? He was probably very lonely. How could they be so mean? Fuck." He covered his face with both hands, trying to calm down. Her heart was beating fast at the fact he was showing how much he cared for Harry Potter in an honest way for the first time in a long time, maybe ever. "And that’s not even the worst, Pans! Every summer he had to go back there. After all those horrible things that happened at school he had to go back and deal with this abuse.”

“You were one of those horrible things, you realise?” She couldn't stop herself; Draco sometimes forgot he was a little shit, and she knew he needed a reminder in order to stay on the right track. No reverting to his old ways on her watch.

“Yes, I’m not daft. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Did you know Snape was trying to protect him during school? He was fucking horrible to him, but saved his life because he was in love with Potter’s mum. How mental is that?”

“Kinda like you, then?”

“What? I’m not in love with his mum.”

“No, you’re in love with him. And what I meant was you were horrible to him but saved his life.”

Draco was looking at the wall again, silent for such a long time she thought he was petrified. She touched his shoulder, waking him up from the trance he appeared to be in.

“Oh God, don't say that." She almost did a victory dance at the defeated way he said it, like he couldn't even deny it anymore. Fucking finally! "In first year he found this mirror that would show your deepest desire and he saw his whole family in it. This was the saddest thing I’ve ever read.”

Fucking hell. Potter was such a nice person and those were his childhood memories? She could almost feel her heart break in a million pieces.

“This is horrific, pet. I'm glad he's doing better now. Does he talk about you in the book?” She asked, not waiting for him to mention it; he would probably avoid it otherwise.

“Yeah. Loads, actually," he replied, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Did you know I was the first child he met in the Wizarding World? And of course I fucked up by calling his friends names before he even knew who I was. I’m such an idiot. He was an affection-starved kid and I made fun of the first people to be nice to him.”

"Draco-"

"Don't. Let me finish first, then you can fucking analyse me."

He stood up again, going to the window. Diagon Alley was probably full of young witches and wizards trying to find the perfect gif for their soulmates; Valentine's Day was two days later, after all. Luna's gifts were already wrapped and hidden, and Pansy's stomach dropped in anxiety when she remembered she was going to ask her to move in.

Draco was silent again, and only reacted when she stood next to him, observing the people below. "Please tell me, Draco. I won't make fun of you or analyse you. I just want you to be happy."

"Promise?"

"Of course, pet. Go ahead, talk about Potter some more, I know you can't help it-" She said in amusement and looked at him, a sheepish smile gracing her lips. "Starting now. Promise."

"Pans, I just don't know what to do about this. I fucked up."

He took another deep breath.

"When I read that book, I felt so angry and guilty. Remember Umbridge?" He asked and she nodded. Of course she remembered that tacky woman. "She was making Potter write I must not tell lies many times on a parchment with some special quill that would write it by cutting into the back of his hand. He glamours the scars."

Pansy felt like vomiting for a second. That was horrific. Fucking hell.

"Did you know he had Voldemort inside his head? That was the reason he could speak Parseltongue. And to remember I was jealous of him. What is wrong with me?"

"Draco, please stop thinking about this. All those things are in the past. What matter is how you deal with them now."

She wanted him to deal with those things, but talking to her wouldn't solve anything. He needed to talk to Potter. They needed to have an honest conversation, maybe for the first time.

"Oh, I've dealt with them alright. Stupid me always fucking things up."

"What the fuck happened, Draco?" She said, with a sense of foreboding.

"I kissed him."

"You what?"

"That's not all."

…………………..

The door to flat 201 never seemed so threatening before, and he was there often enough. He could proudly say Potter was his friend, even though he never knew most of the things he'd just read in that sodding book.

They had coffee once a week, usually on Saturdays, and they went to the pub with their friends every Friday. Sometimes they watched muggle movies or listened to music at Potter's flat, or played Quidditch somewhere beautiful. They laughed and joked and, when drunk, danced together. But they never talked about before.

He rang the doorbell and waited, hands shaking. It was going to be very straightforward; get in, tell Potter you're sorry about all the ways you made his life worse, leave. No movie today; he was feeling too awkward.

The sound of the door opening woke him from his trance and suddenly he couldn't breathe. All he could see in the entire universe was Potter's wide smile; the way he said his name, a soft "Draco" that felt like he was testing the sound of it; his green eyes shining with warmth and affection. It was like waking up. It took him twelve years, but he finally understood.

He was in love with Harry Potter.

Since he met that scrawny boy at Madam Malkin's, he needed him like an Expecto Patronum needs happiness. He could survive alright, but needed him to really feel alive. Suddenly, he felt all the weight in the world on his shoulders.

"Draco, are you ok?" Harry said, worry clear in his voice.

"I read your book," he said, before he could stop that big mouth of his. Harry looked uncomfortable. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy, but you know me. I can't resist." He smiled, hoping it would clear the air. Harry smiled back.

Breathe, Draco. Breathe.

Harry motioned for him to come in and he did, stopping a few steps later, still near, waiting for him to close the door. He turned and looked at Draco, alarmed at the proximity.

They were so close and he wanted so much. He could barely stop himself from kissing Potter, but his mouth wouldn't stop emitting sounds. "I can't believe you never told me any of that."

"You finished the book already?" He said, looking surprised.

Draco nodded. He took a deep breath and said everything he rehearsed. "I was a little shit to you and never even knew you had such a horrific childhood. And that all those things that happened were out of your control. I'm so sorry."

Harry's smile turned sour and he frowned. "You don't have to say sorry. We're friends, at least I hope we are. I forgave you years ago. I'm really happy these days and you're one of the reasons for that," he said, a shy smile gracing his lips.

"We are friends," he said, stepping closer. His movement made Harry touch his back to the door, looking slightly scared. His body was almost touching Draco's and for a second he averted his eyes from Harry's face and looked at his mouth, thinking about how long he'd wanted to kiss it, not realising it was so much more than desire.

Harry was petrified, his eyes wide. But Draco couldn't feel anything except his need to say something to fill the spaces in the room, even if he knew it would fuck everything up. He took another step and they were finally touching everywhere. It was maddening. He closed his eyes and leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear.

"I am in love with you."

And before he could regret the confession and what would follow, he gently touched Harry's jaw, turning his head so their lips could meet in the sweetest kiss of his life. His heart was beating like a caged animal inside his chest, threatening to escape. Their mouths moved together, soft gasps and sighs filling the room.

He moaned, feeling the need to deepen the kiss, and reality came crashing down around him. In a second, he could hear the noises from the street below over the rapid beating of his heart. He could feel his hands shaking. He could see Harry's eyes open wide in shock, mirroring his.

"Fuck. Sorry. I ruined it." He said, and he apparated from inside Harry's living room, courtesy be damned. He needed to talk to Pansy.

…………………..

"Holy fuck, Draco. Never thought you would have the balls to do it," she said, already thinking of what Luna would say to that. They had a secret bet about these two arseholes that were probably soulmates or something just as ridiculous.

"Don't joke, Pans. I ruined everything. Now Potter won't want to be my friend anymore."

Draco looked defeated and it was enough to bring her back to the seriousness of the moment. Finally, she could do something to help them have the same happiness she had. They more than deserved it.

"Darling, look at me," she said, touching his jaw and making him face her. "He was kissing you back, wasn't he?"

"I don't know, but regardless. He would never want me. Harry's just too nice. He isn't even gay; and even if he were, he wouldn't like me. It's surprising he doesn't hate me still."

On a different occasion, she would find his low self-esteem when it comes to the Boy-Who-Lived hilarious. But not today.

"Draco, I'm telling you this because you need to hear it. Luna made me promise I wouldn't, but fuck it. Potter is definitely bisexual and all his friends have bets going on how long he'll take to tell you about his massive crush on you. She told me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now get your arse off of my sofa and go shag Potter. I bet my hat he's looking for you right as we speak. Chop chop, off you go."

…………………..

He just stood there for several minutes, his lips still numb. Draco had kissed him. He had whispered something Harry never thought he would hear in his life.

I am in love with you.

He touched his fingers to his lips softly, smiling like a lunatic. He never told anyone he was in love with Draco. His friends joked a lot about it, but they didn't know it was more than a crush. It had been for years, but back then it was hard enough to try and be friends.

Harry had never met someone that shared his interests, that understood him without having to say a word. They had such a strong connection, but even though Draco was proudly gay, he would never want Harry Potter. It was ludicrous.

But in the end, he was in love with Harry. His mind and heart were racing against each other, and he couldn't hear anything but the beating of his chest. He had to find Draco; he had to tell him he didn't ruin anything.

He took a deep breath and prepared to apparate. Where to go? Draco's flat, he decided. He would probably be with Pansy complaining about the whole episode, he reflected, smiling in amusement; but it was best to wait for him to cool down.

After twenty minutes waiting in the hall with no luck, he decided to throw caution to the wind and go to Pansy's flat. They weren't exactly friends, but they were getting there. And if Luna trusted her, he did too.

He knocked and waited for a full minute before the door opened. Pansy looked shell-shocked for a second, and then opened the biggest, warmest smile he ever saw on her face. Before he could prepare himself, she threw herself in his arms and gave him a tight hug.

"You're here. Fucking hell, this is like a romance novel." She said, and Harry was very, very confused. "He just left, Potter. You know him so well it's ridiculous. He went looking for you. Go home and pretend I didn't tell you that."

She smiled at him and he suddenly had a bad case of butterflies in the stomach.

He was going to kiss Draco again. He was going to kiss him many times, for as long as he wanted. They were going to spend even more time with each other, talking and laughing and doing things together. He never thought he would look forward to the rest of his life, but here he was.

In love with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

As he prepared to apparate, Pansy spoke again. "Potter… Make his life a living hell, will ya?"

He smiled, knowing exactly what she meant.

"That was always the plan."

…………………..

Draco was getting impatient. He was knocking on Harry's door for a while now, but apparently he wasn't home. They needed to talk and him escaping wasn't a good sign.

Maybe he went looking for you, a small part of his brain tried to convince the rest of him.

He would wait until Harry showed up. It seemed he'd been waiting for years, even if he didn't admit it.

Time was going excruciatingly slowly. He was trying to create colourful sparkles with his wand when the familiar pop of apparition made him look. And there he was. Harry, looking as disheveled as usual, more handsome than ever.

They looked at each other for what felt like a long time, and Harry suddenly got a feral look in his eyes and moved like a ghost, almost floating in his direction so quickly he couldn't even take a deep breath before Harry was holding him against the hall, kissing him with all his might.

Draco held him softly by the waist and Harry touched his face with both hands, moving his thumbs slowly across his cheeks. They stayed like this for a while, until the need for air was stronger than the need for their bodies to be glued by the lips.

Harry moved his mouth away and started kissing his face everywhere; it made him feel even more affection than the actual kiss had. He got a soft peck on the nose, several on his cheeks and jaw, and even some on his forehead, before the kisses moved to his neck, suddenly feeling hungrier.

He pushed Harry away from him, but kept both hands touching his chest. They looked at each other and smiled, physically unable to look away. He felt fingers touching his cheek and realised Harry was leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"I am in love with you too."

Before he could fully assimilate what that meant, Harry had opened the door to his flat and was asking him to come in, holding his hand.

As soon as the door closed, Draco pushed him against the wall and kissed him with more heat than he thought he possessed. Their mouths moved against each other, opening up with soft sighs and moans. It was so hot and lovely he could feel himself getting hard already.

Suddenly, Harry moved his hands from his waist to his arse, grabbing with enough strength to make him move, but not to hurt him, and their hips touched. He moaned when he felt a hardness against his leg, and was left with no other choice but to move his hips, lining their cocks and making Harry groan.

They started to move against each other frenetically, moaning while kissing. Draco held Harry's face and kissed him with more force, brushing their tongues. This was what heaven felt like. He tried running his hand through Harry's messy hair, not believing he was finally touching the soft strands.

Both stayed like this, moving together with zero coordination, almost in a daze, until Harry opened his trousers and put his hand inside, grabbing Draco's cock, making him moan and almost scream in surprise.

"You're so beautiful and intelligent and I fucking love you." Harry whispered while he wanked him. Those compliments had more effect on him than he thought they would. To know Harry Fucking Potter felt this way about him was unbelievable. He died and went to heaven, he was pretty sure. 99% sure, at least.

He opened Harry's fly with one hand, the other staying on his hair, and grabbed his already hard cock. They wanked each other, the soft moans becoming louder, foreheads touching while both looked from their faces to their cocks, not believing that was finally happening.

Draco felt his orgasm coming and tried to say something, but it was like he didn't have a tongue anymore. He just screamed and felt more than saw as Harry came, coating both their stomachs with come. It should be disgusting, and I'm sure he would feel that in a minute, but right now it was marvellous.

…………………..

A year later…

The wedding was everything they ever wanted. Both of them wore yellow dresses (ghastly on her, but Luna's favourite colour), and it was fun and weird and all their friends danced for hours, drinking bright orange cocktails that Finnigan concocted. Of course everyone got smashed.

But thank Merlin it was over. It was great to get married, but it was also tiresome. Now they could laze around in the sunny Italian coast drinking piña coladas. It was heaven and she never wanted to leave.

"Look what the post brought!" Said Luna, almost running to her. "Harry sent you something."

She looked up, seeing Luna carrying Potter's huge owl without any fear; she also held a small envelope that got Pansy's attention in a heartbeat. Draco said he would write, but Potter never promised.

Something was telling her that was no ordinary letter.

Dear Pansy,

Today it's our first anniversary. Can you believe it? As I write this, Draco is reading your letter, telling me everything about Italy and how we absolutely have to go there, the nutter. I've never been this happy.

No one deserves a bigger THANK YOU than you do. I don't know if we would be together without your help… probably, but not nearly as smoothly, if you know what I mean. We're too stubborn sometimes.

Anyway, I don't want to become a sap (Draco would say "newsflash: you already are, Harry"), so I sent you some pictures from the other day. I hope it makes you as happy as it makes me everytime I look at it.

Lots of love,

H. J. Potter

Inside the envelope, she found a strip of black and white photos from a muggle photobooth, with four static pictures. In the first, they were looking at each other in challenge, trying to hide their amusement; in the second, they had their arms behind each other in a friendly hug, and wore huge smiles; in the third, Harry was looking at Draco in awe, holding out a ring, and Draco looked shocked; in the fourth, they were trying to kiss each other and smile at the same time.

Did that mean what she thought it meant? She turned the strip in her hands and on the other side, in Harry's messy handwriting, she could (barely) read:

He said yes, if you're wondering.

She screamed like a fucking teenager.

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Dark Windows - Chapter 2

The cutlery clinked as the "family" ate in silence. Judy had tried to lighten the mood with a few jokes earlier on, and as far as Eleanore knew, that's all she did. Apparently, she had two children (two girls or two boys?) that had died during the apocalypse. Eleanore wondered if Judy had always been like that or if it was just the result of the death of her family. Just in case, she added "Meet a humor-less Judy" to her mental list of "Things To Do If I Go To a Universe Where The Apocalypse Never Happened". She liked to say the whole name in her mind instead of thinking of an abbreviation. It was her own kind of humor.

"We're short on water," Dolly said, interrupting Eleanore's thoughts.

"Who was on the last water trip?*" Margaret asked, folding her hands and looking across the table. Since she was the oldest, everyone considered her the leader and followed her directions. The only one that dared threaten her orders was Bonnie, her daughter, and even those threats where very occasional.

"Beth and me," Judy said, dipping her turkey in the soup

"Was there any left in the store?"

"We went all the way to Oklaser," Beth said. Eleanore leaned a little bit across the table to hear her. "The store on Pearey only had spoiled bread."

"What about on Lioness? Have we already gone there?"

"We tried, but it was full of zombies." Eleanore jumped into the conversation, fondling with her spoon. "There's a river nearby, so the store is probably intact*."

"Maybe instead of two, four people can go, " Dolly said.

"Yeah, and if there's a river there has to be a bridge, right?" Judy said, moving her hands to explain her idea. "Go through the bridge.

"That's a good idea." Margaret nodded. "Dolly, Judy, Eleanore and..." She looked across the table at the person in front of Eleanore. "Beth, do you want to stay or go as well?"

"I think I'd rather stay." Eleanore frowned. Nobody asked her what she wanted to do. She didn't give it much thought though, as she knew she'd still go if she had been given a choice.

"Perfect. Dolly, Judy, Eleanore and me will go."

Officially, Dolly did not like bridges.

They were bumpy and had rocks and zombies crawling on the sides and they were NOT made for cars, especially a microbus.

"Gah!" Dolly heard Eleanore and Judy yelp in unison from the backseat. There were no seatbelts on the back, and the rocky path was probably making them jump. Eleanore grunted and said, "Gee, be more gentle, will you?"

Dolly grunted as well in response. She had learned it was better not to respond to Eleanore's snarky comments.

"We're almost there," Margaret assured them. Dolly looked up and realized she was right. She had kept her eyes on the corners of the road, careful to smash any zombie's hands from trying to crawl up and not fly off the bridge. The street was pretty, white banisters and red brick buildings. In the side of her eyesight though, was a one-floor convenience store.

"Hey, careful!" Judy pushed her shoulder slightly. Dolly returned her gaze to the corners and realized the car was going sideways and was about to fall in the water. She quickly turned on the wheel, also careful not to fall on the other side. She didn't need to worry though, as the bridge finished and the car stepped onto the street. Now that they were on a floor actually meant for cars, their drive was smooth and quick, and in seconds they were already in an alley behind the store.

"The door is locked," Judy told them, still trying to turn the doorknob.

"Of course," Margaret sighed, pausing to rub the bridge of her nose. "Is there a piece of wood or something hard we can use to smash the door open?"

"No..." Eleanore said looking around. "Our best option would be going to the front."

"It's full of zombies though," Judy said, now trying to unlock the door with her hair clip.

"Maybe we can smash one of the windows-" Dolly was interrupted by the sound of the door clicking. The three girls turned to see Judy in front of an open door.

"Boss!" Eleanore smiled, interrupting the silence and sneaking beside Judy to get inside. The others followed, and Judy stayed behind to lock the door again for zombies.

"Alright, we'll split up," Margaret said, rounding them up at the entrance of the store. "Dolly and Eleanore, try to get any food that is non-perishable or spoiled. Judy and I will search for the water."

The first floor was always dark. Beth hated it, even though it seemed she spent most of her time there. She wasn't one of reading, which was the only possible entertainment, so she was always in the kitchen. She was the only one that wasn't really annoyed by cooking a lot. Sometimes, some of the girls would take her place and let her rest, but in those times Beth got terribly bored.

Whether she had fun killing zombies or not depended on the situation. She wasn't like Eleanore, who put all her anger (that was a lot) into the killings. Sometimes she did have fun, breaking zombies' necks as she imagined them as her parents, who had almost prevented her marriage.

Oh, how she had loved him.

They spent three months in a bliss until he bought that fancy new serum circling the market. Beth still remembered her wedding day. It was the sixth of March (he had decided, she wanted June 18th), underneath the beautiful sun with the shade of an oak tree.

Beth chuckled to herself. The perfection of that day and the three months that came afterward surely were a sign that something was going to go wrong (oh, so terribly wrong).

She guessed her situation was better than Judy's, who was married for two years and had twin boys. Or better than Margaret and Bonnie, who lost their husband/father. No, theirs was better than anyone else's. They had each other.

"Beth?" Beth looked up to see who had interrupted her thoughts. Speaking of the devil, it was Bonnie. She was wearing a yellow dress too long for her short stature. Beth made a mental note to sew the sleeves and give her one of her extra poodle skirts.

"Yes?"

"Is there something you need help with? I'm kinda bored and there's nothing else to do..."

Beth was surprised to hear that. The young girl surely didn't seem bored locked in her room listening to music for two months straight.

"Yes, there is," Beth said, smiling slightly to herself. "Come on, follow me.

Margaret walked her hands in the run-down sink. The downstairs bathroom was reserved for cleaning up if needed after going outside. Ray wasn't allowed to go in, of course, as at least the sink was probably infected. No one really knew how the plague had spread so fast, but the family's theory was that it clung to solids. A zombie could spread their plague into a piece of wood, for example, and then if a man touched or was in close proximity to the infected piece of wood he would be infected himself. That's why they were so careful.

Margaret shook her hands above the sink and opened the door into the house. She walked upstairs and opened the door to her room. She was surprised to find the room empty, her daughter nowhere to be seen. She smiled a little bit as she thought that finally, she was going out of that damned room.

Margaret took off her shoes next to the drawer and out another, a cleaner pair from beside the chair before walking back out. As she was about to walk down the stairs, she heard a soft yelping coming from the other shared room. Margaret ran to it, expecting the worst, and opened it, slamming it into the wall.

What she saw surprised her to no end.

Bonnie was on top of a box, wearing a white shirt rolled up to her elbows tucked into a soft purple poodle skirt. On her knees was Beth, string, and needle, sewing a seam in the skirt.

"Oh, hello Margaret!" Beth smiled, standing up and grabbing Bonnie softly by the shoulders to turn her around so Margaret could see her final result. Her stepdaughter's features had always been very soft, so it was such a loss she spent half her time frowning. Her long brown hair (the same as her father) was brushed down, her fringed made to look thick as they used to show in the magazines. The poodle dress elongated her figure, making her short stature more poised.

Margaret smiled.

"Look how pretty you are!" Margaret took Bonnie into her arms, lifting her off the box.

"Mom!" She groaned kicking her legs as Beth giggled. "Mom, stop!"

"Why is everyone screa- Wow!" Judy entered, joining Beth in her giggles as Margaret finally let Bonnie on the floor.

"Guys, don't-" Bonnie groaned, her shoulder smothered in her mom's shoulder.

"Oh my god, you're so chrome-plated!" Eleanore came in, cackling at the annoyed girl's new look.

Bonnie groaned yet again and finally managed to squirm away from her mother and storm away from the room, leaving the four women laughing in the room.

Ahhhhh!!! I surpassed a thousand words this time, I'm proud of myself :)

Anyways, to make some things clearer:

They go on water trips to find drinkable water on stores (since there isn't running water anymore)

The store next to the river is intact because besides eating human flesh, zombies search for water by breaking into stores and stuff. If there's a river, the zombies are drinking from there and don't need to search in convenience stores.

Also a little 1950's slang dictionary:

boss - cool

chrome-plated - dressed up

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

#originals #didn't like this chapter as much oops #is demotivation a word #ughh #visionofwriters #1950 #zombies #dw #darkwindows

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Monsta X reaction to s/o needing tender loving care

requested by @finishedficsnotfinishedwriters (it took me so long to finish this because of school IM SO SORRY anyways i hope you still like it) thanks for requesting <3

🐻Shownu:

Your boyfriend, Shownu was an idol while you work a nine to five job which was usually easy to deal with but today nothing seemed to go right

Everyone has bad days and you knew this but it won’t stop you from getting upset

While driving to work the traffic made every car stuck in one place making the drive there the most miserable drive you’ve had in awhile

You showed up late and your boss just didn’t have any sympathy for you

Everyone then decided to give their work to you because they didn’t know how to do it and refusing to do it would just make your boss more mad at you

And just to top it all of you had to work overtime which meant you won’t be able to go home and honestly that was your only wish, to go home to Shownu

You were used to getting out at five and then getting home and waiting for Shownu to get home but it was seven and you finally got out

During work you usually have your phone on silent and when you got out you saw that Shownu had texted and called you numerous times

He might be known as a robot but he really does have feelings and more than one face expression and he was worried that something had went wrong

When you got out you saw Shownu standing by the door of your work building

At this point you thought that nothing would be able to cheer you up but you were wrong, the one thing that will always make you happy is Shownu

No one could replace your giant teddy bear Shownu and after a long day of work seeing him was the best thing that had happened to you

On the way back he piggybacked you to the car since your work shoes were starting to get uncomfortable and he drove home

Once the two of you settled in he tucked you in but you pulled his arm and asked if he could stay with you and cuddle

He knew there was something wrong because you usually came home at five smiling but today you came home late and gloomy

When he asked what was wrong you ranted about your day explaining how nothing went right and how you just wanted to stay in arms for the whole night

You and Shownu were affectionate but not overly but today you needed his affection

He felt bad that you had to endure through the whole day by yourself

When you were done ranting he place his hands you cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss and told you that he’ll always be there to listen to you

This was what you needed after a bad day

What more could you ask for, you were now laying in his arms knowing that your bear of a boyfriend will always be willing to be there for you

Other members below cut~

🐰Wonho:

Wonho and you met when he was still a trainee, you’re a backup dancer for starship and was introduced to Wonho when he was on No Mercy

No Mercy absolutely broke your heart after every episode but you were glad to see him debut and shortly after debuting he became your boyfriend

The two of you are very much into health and fitness

Being a dancer meant that maintaining a healthy diet and a toned body was important and lucky for you Wonho enjoyed exercising

He was very excited when he realized that you exercise as much as he did but one thing he didn’t like was how you would go on diets

Eating healthy was understandable for him but some of your extreme diets absolutely confused him

The first time you went on a juice cleanse he found this out at dinner time and spoon fed you ramen and followed you around with the spoon until you agreed to eat it

Today the two of you decided to go to the gym together this was a normal occasion

However waking up early annoyed you so Wonho had to be your alarm clock

After Wonho having to drag you away from the bed you were finally up and ready to jog to the gym with him

When the two of you reached the gym you both did your thing and jogged back home

Of course once the two of you got home getting into the shower was most important and Wonho being the gentleman he is he always lets you go first

When you were done showering you went back to your bed for a nap and he left to go to his studio to work on Monsta X’s next comeback

Once you were up you tried to get up but your whole body was sore, dancing everyday was an exercise in itself and on top of that you jog and go to the gym

Wonho went into the room to check up on you and he went by the side of the bed and placed his chin on the bed asking you about how you felt

You told him that your body was too sore to stand up and asked if he could join you in bed and honestly this isn’t a question

He pulled you into his chest and hugged you tightly making you feel secure in between his arms

Precious moments like this made both of you happy but honestly speaking Wonho was probably a little more satisfied by this

He felt happy knowing that you won’t have to go on your extreme diets if you were to exercise a little more even if it meant your body would be very sore

One would think he would eventually let go of you but that was not on his mind keeping you close was all that mattered to him

If you ever want affection he will always be all for it

🐶Minhyuk:

You had to take the day off from work because you had a fever

Usually you persisted on going to work but with a fever doing anything simple seemed more difficult than it used to be

Luckily for you staying home was actually enjoyable except for that fact that you get bored very easily

You lived with you dog named Peppero but other than that you were quite lonely

Having a boyfriend and a job kept you content most of the time but staying home sick was fun until you realized how you don’t have anything to do

It was Friday and normally on Fridays you and Minhyuk would go out and do something that was fun and memorable but having a fever easily stops that from happening

Shortly after daydreaming about Minhyuk you realized that you forgot to tell him that you had a fever

Knowing that he easily panics when it’s about your health you decided to just tell him that you didn’t feel like going out

When in reality you wanted him to come over for you to kiss him and wrap your arms around him as the two of you drift away into your dreams

However being sick made you feel like you would be a burden to him

Even though you told him you didn’t want to go out he insisted on coming over so you weren’t surprise when he showed up at your door after texting you

When he walked in before he even said a word you went up to him and because you were shorter you buried your face into his hoodie and told him you missed him

Minhyuk took this as moment for you where you wanted his affection

He looked at you and smiled after kissing you and quickly came to realize how warm your forehead

He called you silly for thinking you would be a burden to him

Knowing that you were tired he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to your bed and when you asked if he could just with you, his bright smile shined at you

You placed your head and arm on his body as your legs tangled with his

He’s known to be very fond of skinship and this made him appreciate your fever wishing that you would be sick more often if it meant you would hug him like this

When he told you this you giggled and told him that you’ll always hug him like this as long as he didn’t mind

This sunshine took the chance to explain to you how much he loved this moment

Fevers come along with headaches and feeling weaker than usual but with Minhyuk by your side comforting you the fever could be easily ignored

He then told you that as long as you don’t mind his affection he’ll always be for you just like he was today even if you aren’t sick

🐹Kihyun:

Making dinner and eating dinner with Kihyun isn’t anything new to you

He comes over any chance he has to cook for you and play with your dog Hamster, he still finds it weird you named a dog Hamster but that’s not the topic at hand

Even though he is your boyfriend he enjoys being your chef, motivator, comedian and of course your personal alarm

Surprises aren’t exactly what he does well, he usually gets too excited about meeting up with you to surprise you but things do change

Practice was ended early, all of Monsta X were able to learn the dance easily and usually when this happens he would text you and spam you with hearts

He wanted to surprise you today but first he went home to change into some comfy clothing and on the way to your apartment he realized he was wearing hamster hoodie

Earlier that day you had sent him a snap of you in a panda hoodie and when he realized this he was smiling to himself as he walked to your apartment

Knocks on your door scare you because your visitors call or text you first but luckily for you there’s a teeny camera by the door so you can see visitors

Seeing Kihyun in front of your door smiling is the cutest sight you saw today

When you let him in of course his first concern is about food, he has to make sure that you always have food

Shortly after interrogating you about what you’ve ate today he figured out that the both of you already ate so he wanted you to react to some Monsta X videos

Before you could agree you went to grab a cup of water and Hamster ran over with you and caused you to drop it

Kihyun was in the bathroom and when he heard a glass shatter he ran out to see what was going on

He came out with the sight of you grasping your hand in pain due to the some of the small glass pieces that managed to cut you

Immediately his mother instincts kicked in and he ran to clean up the glass and grabbed your hand to clean up your cuts and kissed you on your forehand insuring you everything was okay

You were slightly afraid of the sight of pain so when the two of you returned to the bedroom to watch some videos you hid your hand in your hoodie making him giggle

The sleepier you get the more clingy you get but Kihyun didn’t mind especially after your hand was cut he didn’t mind giving you extra cuddles

He stood up to get his phone and when you tried to pull his back he just dragged you with him to the living room

When you two returned to the room he spotted you staring at you cut hand with a sad face so he took you hand tucked it under the blanket and kissed you goodnight

🐢Hyungwon:

Supporting Hyungwon as a fan is the most you could do as his girlfriend in public

He decided to keep the relationship private due to fears that you might get hurt of the fans discover that the two of you are dating

Hyungwon visiting you at night is a normal event that takes place almost everyday because going on dates without getting discovered is almost impossible

It was 10pm and he decided to come visit you and thankfully you both live in the same apartment complex but you two are on different floors however it’s easy for him to visit

Honestly you never expect him you gave you your spare key card to your apartment so he visits whenever he wants to

He usually shows up with messy hair and pajamas but he’ll always be handsome

When he came inside your house you were in your room finishing up some paperwork from work when you heard a sound from the kitchen

Assuming it was Hyungwon you went to check and when you saw his shoes at the front door you were assured you weren’t in danger or anything

Except he makes a point to scare you every time he comes over knowing that you get scared easily which he finds to be very cute

You know he’s going to scare you and yet you still fall for it every time

Hyungwon popped out behind the kitchen counter making you jump and cover your face and he came over and hugged you

Even though scaring people as a greeting isn’t nice the hug always makes up for it

He’s a simple guy whenever he comes over you two always end up watching something, eating, making something or just talking

People usually don’t assume Hyungwon to be someone that is talkative but you find it nice that he rants to you whenever he comes over

You nicknames him Cinderella because he always leaves at midnight

When he left you realized he left his phone so you ran after him because he always runs up the 3 flight of stairs to get back to the dorm

After running up the first flight you fell and felt a sharp pain in your ankle and Hyungwon held something fall so he ran back down to check and saw you holding your ankle

He saw his phone in your hand and realized you fell on the way to give him his phone

Feeling bad was an understatement he carried you bridal style back to your room and when he set you down he got a text saying tomorrow was their day off

So of course he told you he was going to stay with you for the day

He ran to get an ice pack and put it in your ankle he saw tears starting to form in your eyes from the pain and pulled you into his chest after apologizing

You didn’t believe it was his fault but when you tried to tell him this he hugged you harder

🐝Jooheon:

Whenever you have the chance to go see Jooheon perform you always go to support him however this time you lost your voice

You haven’t told him about this yet and even if you tried your voice was scratchy and your throat would hurt every time you tried to speak

It was slowly getting better but it was better to just keep quiet

When you came home from work you saw a text from Jooheon asking if you wanted to go to their performance in Seoul

You already lived in Seoul so the answer was that you obviously wanted to go

After accepting his offer you realized that you lost your voice

You were sick a couple of days ago and along with your cold you had lost your voice the cold was gone but the dilemma was that you still couldn’t speak

Whispering was your best effort at trying to say anything

Jooheon usually delivers the tickets to Monsta X’s performances so he can stop by and visit you

Because of their world tour your relationship with Jooheon became long distance but you don’t blame him as long as he’s pursuing his passion

So every time Jooheon comes to see you he tries to make it special and this time he decided to bake you a small cake

This took a lot of effort, time and a lot of him listening to Kihyun telling him what to do

Kihyun wanted to help but Jooheon refused his offer because he wanted to make the whole cake himself to make it more special

He decorated the top with a bee and butterfly because to him you were his butterfly

After being covered in flour and frosting he went to shower and got ready to come over

He called to make sure you were home first and was very confused when you picked him and heard you whispering but didn’t mind to question it

When he came knocking the door you ran to open the door and pulled him in tightly showing that you missed him a lot while he was on tour

As much as you loved facetime and snapchat nothing beats meeting him in real life

When he showed you the cake he was like a proud little kid showing off his hard work also adding the fact that he made the cake all by himself

While trying to thank him your voice cracked making him laugh and tell you to just whisper if you have something to say

He was worried that you might hurt your voice if you tried to talk more was glad you were at least in his presence so he could take care of you

After showing you the cake he made you a cup of hot tea hoping it would help your throat and gave you one of his hoodies which were like blankets to you

Even though had to whisper being with Jooheon always makes things better

🐺I.m:

You and I.m were lucky enough to have a supporting public relationship

So the two of you share an apartment which was still close to the dorm so he is still able to bond with his members while accompanying you

During final exams things tend to get very stressful because all you want to do is pass

I.m always feels bad for you during final exams knowing that you always put in hard work to study even if school gives you anxiety

He goes out his way to make sure you have alone time to study while still spending a healthy amount of time with you so you have time to rant and cuddle with him

You honestly don’t know what you did to deserve such a supportive boyfriend

Staying up past midnight trying to get work done and study wasn’t unusual and he wants to help you but that isn’t an option

He would stay up with you to make sure that you don’t feel lonely even if you’re just studying in a quiet room, having him there just makes you happier

It was the last night before your last final exam before you graduate

You’ve already spent the past week studying so you were pretty confident about passing but one last review won’t hurt and that’s exactly what you did

You began to grow sleepy and knocked out on top of your textbook

I.m saw this and wanted to bring you to the bed but didn’t want to wake you up however he knew the bed was much more comfy than a textbook

He threw your arm behind his neck and assisted you in walking to the bed

It was short walk but you woke up in the process and when he tried to tuck you in you refused to let him leave but he told you he’ll be right back

Knowing that you’ll panic if all your papers aren’t neatly placed before your exams tomorrow he made sure he put every paper away carefully in its place

As he promised right after cleaning up he was by your side again

He climbed into the blankets as your legs tangle with his he kissed you telling that he knows you’ll pass after putting in so much hard work to study

The next day came and he woke you up gently trying not to disrupt your sleep too much

I.m knew that you like to always be prepared so he made you a breakfast, packed you lunch and already picked an outfit for you

When you woke up he was smiling at you telling you to get ready so he could drive you to your school to take your last exams before you could actually have free time

Afterwards he drove you and wished you luck even though he knew you won’t need it

He also decided to pick you up after the exams and seeing him made you happy but you were anxious to get your results back knowing that they’ll be posted at midnight

Before you knew it midnight struck and you opened your results to see you got an almost perfect score but all that matter was that you passed with good grades

I.m hugged you tightly and told you how he missed seeing you so happy

Requests open~ (it’ll take me a bit to complete it tho due to school)

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Hight heels and stilettos

Chapter two

Two days, Two whole days before my life was turned upside down, a knock on the door woke me from my Saturday morning sleep…Steve, that fucker must have forgotten his keys again ,when he went for his morning Run, so I got on my feet stumbling on everything that was on the floor, like a drunk child, In my short shorts and Gun’s N Roses T shirt, My hair was not to be mentioned at the moment!

“What the hell steve, you know that I wasn’t planning on waking up at all today…the hell are your keys for!”I said while opening the door.

“Hey there little scorpion! “Said the only person on earth That I DID NOT wish to see ME like this when I wake up.

“hum, ah, what!! You?….Whaaat!!” I said lost and well, let’s say that I am completely awake now.

“you look cute!” he commented as he entered the living room, practically throwing himself on the couch.

OK! So he likes rock band shirts .yeah I get that! And he thinks am cut?!!

“make yourself at home…”I added looking at him incredulously while crossing my arms to hide my trembling fingers

“Thanks, I will” he smiled looking at me with those eyes, promising troubles six ways ‘til Sunday

I pretty much sprinted to my room after that.James FUCKING Barnes ,Bucky was on my couch!Scrubbing his aviators!

Did I have a guardian angel somewhere that I didn’t know about? Get it together girl… So first things first, I had to change ASAP. But he liked the shirt! Ok so leave the shirt, throw on some pants idiot! Five minutes later I was stepping out of my bedroom, with some jeans, and the only pair of flat shoes that I had, cause I never wear flats outside of the apartment, always in heels! I’ve always had great chocolate long hair but needed some brushing in the morning. I calmed myself enough to open the door and just walked out!

When Bucky saw me heading out to the kitchen, he came to sit on the counter chair studying me from head to toe. “heu…”he paused looking at my jeans “ shame, I liked the shorts better!”he pouted. HE fucking pouted like a freaking five years old…

didn’t comment, just smiled politely…Blushing fifty shades of red while trying to get a hold on my sarcastic side ,soo hard at the moment!.Oh keep doing that, Buddy…Am coming along. I felt myself getting back to the real me by the second I spent with the dude. And I liked it.

yes! of cores Buck was attractive, and wildly charming , and Yes! I had a thing for his long hair since I saw him!Well Not only him, I’ve always had a thing for long hair guys…But Bucky’s were like melting chocolate, Just wanted one quick slid of my fingers through those auburn locks. and I practically couldn’t speak the last time I saw the guy. But the more I spent time with a guy,the more I got used to him so I could be myself, Which meant, Finally some common sense

I took out my cereal bowll and a coffee cup, from the kitchen cabinet , Bucky kept looking at me while I did so.So I asked if he wanted something.

“No thanks ,I had a hot dog on my way up here, You know Its noon right!” Bucky said.

“ok cool! “I shrugged sitting on the chair opposite to him. “heum!…what are you doing?”

“nothing,” he peered at me from the corner of his eyes “just eating some girl’s breakfast at 1 in the afternoon” he replied sarcastically, while eating MY cereal with MY spoon after He just said That he Just had a hot dog.

“I mean, What are you doing here? As In My apartment!”I corrected as I took back my bowl of cereals.

“right, yeah, Steve told me to come today so here I am” he replied smiling and shrugging his eyebrows and finish chewing his bit.

And right on cue, Steve came in through the door.

“Hey Moon! Did Buc…Bucky, you’re here!!” Steve pretty much Radiated with Joy as he approached us

“hey Buddy!” bucky smiled back

“Thanks for the heads up Steve ”I said “Am sorry, I really meant to do it,I talked to him yesterday on the phone, and after he hang up, I tried to tell you so I went to your room but you were already sleeping.” Explained Steve “tell me about what?”I asked and took a spoon of cereal in my mouth

“ You didn’t tell her ?”he said

“tell me what?” I asked

“Stevie here,” started Bucky “…asked me if I wanted to move in with you two!”…he paused to see my reaction, which was the complete and utter opposite of Steve’s right now. I didn’t respond, how could I !, I mean, I was literally Stun ,with steve’s hopeful smile and that demon’s piercing eyes. Noticing my face, Bucky turned to look at his best friend, surprised?

“ I Can’t Believe it, Steve, You didn’t ASK her first?”he said suddenly And, ok I wasn’t expecting this.

“I know , i’m sorry, I should have discussed it with you before asking him But, It just that we were talking about how he couldn’t find the right place to settle in , and the next thing I was asking him to move in with me! I mean with US!” explained Steve clearly uncomfortable .

“steeeve!” Bucky exhaled. Flattening his palm on the counter, and looking at them

“am sorry! But I didn’t think; Moon You know how I am when it comes to him!” steve added honestly

And the thing is I really knew! Sadly, and honestly that was what I loved about that blonde boy,his warm and huge heart and his devotion to his best friends.

“I know, Buddy, and I get it, I would have done the same to be honest!”I smiled why taking steve’s hand, “But I just wished you could have told me as soon as you could! I mean, wish I didn’t end up greeting the man dressed in shorts.” I joked to lighten the mood.

“The man liked those shorts!” Bucky commented as soon as I finished. While holding up his finger.

“ I bet you did!” steve and I said at the same time. Then we both started laughing… Bucky’s sinful, NOT-Fair grey eyes were locked on me, what did he expect? That I would say No?

I stood up to clean my bowl at the sink, steve is having a bottle of iced tea from the fridge, and Bucky just sat there watching us,thinking apparently.

“are you really Ok with this, Moon?”Bucky asked honestly and saying MY name for the first time and,Man!! That sounded sooo perfect!

“yeah! I mean, Why not?!”I replied casually. “we have an extra bedroom at the back that needs some work, so yeah! We could use some fresh faces in here, and I know how hard it can be to find a decent place around here”. I added smiling at him , “ and lets just say that you’re not so hard to look at” just as I took the bottle from Steve’s hands and put it on my lips.

See!, the real me is coming back fast…just needs him to be around for a week and its gonna be like talking with steve…well, I was Hoping.

“hey! That’s mine” steve complained

“Nop! That WAS yours…”

“ But it’s the last one! Moon come on..”

Thank god my phone actually chose that moment to ring.

“that’s for making me look like a fool in front of your best friend”I replied while taking off to my room.the darth Vader theme song raging in my bedroom

“Damn!” I heard bucky say…” I like her”

“ yeah! I guess I see now why it worked so well between Me and her…”added steve

“heun! Why ‘s that” said buck

“cause she is like you, jerk!”

“punk!” bucky replied automatically .but I could hear a hint of a smile at the end.

What was that?!! “ and lets just say that you’re not so hard to look at”? Reallyy, where was that coming from!!! Did I just …oki!!not bad gir!.

After Ending the call, I changed into a classy black silky dress shirt with white skinny jeans, and of course my babies, deep blue stilettos with a slightly pointed front, with matching bag. Hair Up in a high ponytail.

Opening the bedroom door, I was confronted with Steve and Bucky sitting on the couch, watching top gear and discussing animatedly the show before them. I smiled at the picture in front of me, it’s a good idea, really !Having Buck living with steve again, having his buddy back from the army was the best thing that could happen to steve.

I approached the two boys, letting them know I was heading out.

“what happened to the Guns’s T-shirt?” asked Buck surprised? “hey, are you going somewhere?” added steve.

Bucky was once again studying my garment! And thinking?!! I know that was a change from what he saw earlier.

“yeah! That was Chris, he wanted to see me!” I replied shrugging while looking at Bucky

“what happened to ‘Gun’s N Roses shirt?” repeated Bucky looking annoyed?!

“I refuse to go on a date with a concert shirt on, its ugly, and no one would like it” I tried to sound convincing…and failed!

“But!…I liked it! though!” he said! POUTING again…God my heart!! Steve smiled at his buddy’s comment.

“so it’s a date! Hein!”he added…he looked right into my soul and continued.”Have fun”

“Thanks, I will!”..I said with a smile didn’t want to correct him, let him think what he wants!

“ and Stevie! Don’t wait up.”

“K! don’t get into too much trouble ..” he shouted after I started to the door.

“Can’t promise that!”I replied waving my hand to them without looking back. Then, I was out!

Chris, was My Ex, My first love to be exact,we’ve been officially together for about six years, childhood friends to high school sweet hearts, then we grew up, and had to go to different colleges, it was obvious that we would grow apart with time, discussing our relationship, we agreed to put an end to it, and stay good friends. He was really cute, and all…with Bright green eyes and dark short hair. But things didn’t work out sadly.

I had a great time, it been awhile since the last time I saw him, I really missed talking to him. “so!what’s his name?” Chris asked after a particularly long silent moments, he was the best in reading me, comes with the years being one of my best friends I guess!. I smiled , I wasn’t surprised really! I knew he was to figure it all out without saying much.

“His name is Bucky,”I said without looking at him,”he is Steve’s best friend, he came back from the army, and I think that he’s going to leave with us!

“Damn! He’s fast…the son of a bitch!” Chris laughed at it,and after describing the guy…HE pretty much did this.

He looked at me solemnly, grabbed my shoulders with both arms and turned me to face him then said.

“Well, Moon….You’re screwed!” and he hugged me…the fucker was sooo right he didn’t even know the depth of it all. Chris knows what long hair did to me, I even made him grow it out at some point and didn’t even mention the guy’s freaking persona, or his way to carry himself, not even his way of looking at My fucking soul with just One glance…so yeah He was right!!!

Screwed Didn’t even begin to cover it!

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