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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Are your prompts still open? If so can you do 7 from the NSFW for Levi Ackerman?

“so pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly”

pairing: levi ackerman x female reader

cw: language, modern au, nsfw (maid outfit, stripping, male receiving oral, restraints, deep throating, praise, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding kink)

word count: 2000+

a/n: hope you liked this my lovely, had a lot of fun writing levi nsfw as i’ve never written him for nsfw.

summary: in which levi buys you a maid outfit as a joke, now a week later you wear it waiting for him to come home, to give him exactly what he’s wanted since he bought it

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Levi didn’t know why he had ordered the outfit, he had been sent the link by Eren accidentally and had become infatuated with the blacks and whites, the little apron and short frilled out skirt. The white thigh highs, the black puffed out short sleeves and the cute little headband that accompanied it with cat like ears.

Levi had dismissed the thought of buying it, it wasn’t something he was personally into but imagining you in it, prancing around the apartment. He could imagine you being a good little housewife in it, ready for him to breed and take over. He found himself at work the next day buying it without a second glance. It was something he forgot about until you called his name with the package in front of you.

“I bought it as a joke.” He lied out as you chuckled at the costume, it was your size and Levi’s mouth almost watered at the sight of seeing you in it, bending out, teasing him with no will. He took a sharp breath before looking at you, you still stared at it waiting for more information, “you don’t need to wear it.”

That was the end of the conversation on the maid outfit, you chucked it into the inner depths of your wardrobe, Levi unable to ever see you wear it. Well that’s what he thought, you could see in his eyes how much he craved to see you wear it, craved for you to give him a show in the outfit. How could you ever resist your boyfriend, he’d been so good for you, always helping you around the apartment, cooking amazing dinners and always making you cum. He deserved a treat.

It had only been a week until you pushed your hand into your wardrobe trying to find the sealed plastic. You finally had it in your grasps before ripping it away, the outfit stood as a set. It was cute, something you hadn’t expected Levi to ever enjoy but his mouth almost salivated just with the outfit in your hand. You quickly undid your clothes, before wearing the costume, the short skirt barely met your lower thigh, traces of your ass peeking out. The square neck leaving your chest on show and the cat ears and thigh highs that suffocated your thighs. You twirled the fake feather duster in your hand, it gave nothing to the look as you easily chucked it away.

Now all you had to do was wait, wait for your lover to come home and see you. You didn’t know what you were going to do, how you were going to surprise him. You couldn’t just be sitting waiting for him on the couch, you needed for it to be special. You quickly went to your bedroom sending Levi a text to come straight to your shared room before grabbing the stuff you needed from a box in your bottom cabinet.

You waited patiently in the room, you knew he was coming home soon, and he hadn’t responded to your text which made you get anxious. You heard the jingle of the keys before a loud sigh came from his mouth, you heard him shuffle taking his shoes off before dropping his stuff onto the couch. “Y/n, what’s in our room?” He shouted but you gave no reply quickly closing the light and hiding behind the door.

He gave another loud sigh before walking to the door, he almost stumbled inside trying to find the light switch. But you met his hand instead, standing behind him, you wrapped your hands around his eyes as you could hear his harsh breath. “Baby wha…”

“You trust me right?” You whispered into his ear, giving a kiss to just under his earlobe. He nodded as he waited for your next words, “close your eyes.” He did as he was told, shutting his eyes as he felt a cool silk material get wrapped around his eyes.

You looked at his outfit, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, the undone buttons leaving your imagination to go wild. “You gonna show me something good baby.” He spoke lowly as you gave a soft chuckle, he felt your hand on his own before being pushed onto the bed. “Babe…” He trailed off as he felt you straddle his lap, taking one of his hands and tying it to one end of the bedpost before you did the same to his other.

“I’m going to take this off baby, wait for me to tell you when to open your eyes.” You spoke slowly, kissing his neck as he twitched under you.

“Okay.” He mumbled out as he felt you take the blindfold off, probably chucking it to the side. He kept his eyes shut hearing rustling in front of him. You had moved right between his legs, kneeling as you sat in a way which you knew he’d love.

“Open your eyes baby.” Light flashed into his eyeline, the sun was setting as his eyes adjusted to the light, before looking at what was in front of him.

You kneeled in front of him, mouth-watering to taste him, he stared down at the outfit, eyes flicking between the kitten ears right down to your hand that rested in front of your cunt. “Baby girl, you treating me right tonight aren’t you?”

He hated the restraints, you were going to toy with him, suck him off without even a chance to push your mouth deeper on his cock. He knew you, knew what you were like, that innocent smile that played across your face was a deception that hid your true malice. “I want to make you feel good, baby.”

He craved your touch, craved everything about you, “you gonna be my good girl and do what I tell you.” He watched you eagerly nod your head, even when he was in a submissive position you would never disobey him. Always listen to his words, every action he asked from you, you’d do. You were under his seductive spell and he was loving every bit of it. “So pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly.”

He licked his lips in anticipation, watching how you stayed kneeling, the way you slowly unzipped the side of the outfit, how the sleeves fell off your shoulder, your exposed breasts right in his eyeline. You easily took the dress off, he watched how your slick seeped out of your cunt, “no underwear baby.” He cooed as he had to suppress a moan from just seeing your cunt and tits on show, “leave them on.” He gestured to the thigh highs and kitten ears, he saw how you stayed kneeling in front of him, his pretty girl, with that pretty cunt that he owned.

Your eyes moved down to the evident bulge in his trousers, you crawled towards his cock. Slowly undoing the belt buckle and zip. You licked your lips waiting to see his cock spring out as you pulled his trousers down, it stayed at his ankles as you found yourself staring at the deeply blushed tip of his cock. It curved towards his stomach and the vein that accompanied the side made you want it in your mouth. “Go on baby.” He spoke as you looked like you were going to suffocate if you didn’t have him inside his mouth. “Pretty girl, use that mouth.”

You obliged hand reaching the base as you took a long lick upwards to the tip, pre cum spilling up as it seeped onto your tongue. “show me.” He groaned out as you lolled your tongue out for him to see the white sit perfectly on your tongue. You had bent forward, to take more of him, your exposed ass high for him to see with the white thigh highs. The kitten ears were right in front of him sitting against your head as you took another lick upwards before swirling your tongue on his tip.

“I’m gonna make you fee…feel good.” You murmured too infatuated with how perfect his cock was, you quickly swirled your tongue against his tip again before taking a deep breath as you pushed your mouth to wrap around his cock. Your mouth barely fit half of him until his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Ke…keep going.” He groaned as he continued to try and thrust his hips further into your mouth, he watched as your eyes watered at the consistent contact. As much as he loved treating you like his good girl he needed to grab your head and push his cock right down your throat. He pulled at the restraints, the rope being loose but still hard to get out of, every time he thrusted into your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his cock sent a wave through him as he tried to get out of the rope.

He watched how the tears fell onto his thigh, one hand gripping the thigh as the other moved your hair to the side to easily deep throat him. He heard gargles from your mouth as you moaned at the impact of it all, he felt one restraint start to give way as his hand easily came out. He saw the concentration in your eyes as you bounced your mouth up and down, trying to fit all of him down your throat. “Good girl, t…taking me so well.” He groaned as he quickly undid his other hand, “let me help you my love.” He cooed as he watched you look up at him with watered eyes, you saw his hands free as he rubbed his wrists. Before tightly wrapping one hand in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

“P…please let me h…have you in my mouth.” You cried out hands gripping his thighs as he moved his other hand to your jaw down to your neck before flicking his fingers against your nipples.

“I’ll let you make me cum, princess.” He muttered before you felt him slam your mouth right onto his cock, he pushed your throat further as he thrusted upwards. Feeling the base of his cock reach your mouth as his tip sat comfortably down your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but the suffocation made it harder. He moved back and forth using your hair to easily drag your mouth in the same movement. He watched as you babbled out nonsense about being his good girl, which you definitely were. “C…c’mon jus…just a little bit more, you want to make me cum, don’t you, you want to be my good girl…keep going.”

The praise made you continue to swirl your tongue against his cock, you felt stuffed in your mouth, your cunt swelling to feel some contact as well, as you felt Levi’s other hand hold onto your shoulder to push you further down. The evident swell in your throat of Levi’s cock made him groan even more, your movement with your tongue and feel your lips wrap around him made him want to cum in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours…make everybody know who this mouth belongs to.” He groaned as he just heard a short yes, his pace quickened as he kept with his hand in your hair, your nose hitting the base at every thrust. “Fuck…baby, su…such a good girl.”

He leant back, tilting his head backwards as he looked at the ceiling, groaning as he felt his cock twitch, “cum.” He heard the single word come from your mouth as you went for some air before his cock divulged back into your mouth. At the word he found the white liquid gush cascade into your mouth, his cock spilling inside your throat as the war liquid stayed on your tongue. He groaned as he felt empty of cum watching how cum and drool dribbled out of your mouth.

“Show me.” He looked up at your frame, your nipples hard and cunt filled with slick, he moved his hand to your jaw, thumb brushing your lips as you opened your mouth. Cum coating your tongue and teeth, your sweety dishevelled look made him seductively joyous. “Swallow.”

You did as he wanted, swallowing the cum and saliva as he wiped your mouth clean, hand on your jaw. “You want to cum as well, baby.” He teased just as he was about to kiss you, eyes flicking onto your frame and swollen cunt. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want too.”

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briswriting · 4 years

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『 the three times you kissed kuroo and the one time he kissed you 』

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff warning: characters are 18 when there is underaged drinking wc: 3709

a/n: i’ve been planning to write a 3+1 trope and here it is hehe this is dedicated to my ibff @mikwrites because today is our 6 month friendiversay hehe iykyk! i love you so much mik babie mwah i am so so so glad that we are friends <3 also this is my longest fic oof it was lots of fun to write though!

Elementary school, fifth year; ten years old

The bright sun shining harsh rays of light down onto the opened field, shrieks of laughter drifting through the jungle made of deteriorating metal and plastic. A playground worn down year after year, used by smiling children, then years later used by their own smiling children.

The gleeful expressions shown when seeing a friend approach the park, the sound of cheers when someone was found during a game of hide and seek, and the sorrowful thoughts when it was time to leave the playground, head full of fantasies and dreams for when and what you’ll do the next time you visit this field of happiness once again.

This time you were at the playground alone, sitting on the faded seat of the swing, kicking your legs back and forth as the rusted chains softly creaked from the movement. Minutes felt like hours while you sat there waiting for your friends, Kuroo Tetsuro and Kenma Kozume. The former calling your house phone the night before telling you to meet him at the park, something about wanting to show you and Kenma a new volleyball move he learned.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice your two friends approaching the swing set you were currently situated at. The young bed headed boy sneaking up behind you, putting a finger up to his lips so the other young boy wouldn’t say anything, before jabbing his index fingers into your sides.

“Boo!” His small voice screams into your ear, a wide grin on his face from your shriek of surprise as you almost fall off the seat of the swing.

With a pout on your face, you jump off the swing and turn around to face the two boys. “Kuroo that was mean. Why didn’t you stop him Kenma?” you whine, arms crossed in front of your chest. The later shrugging, mumbling about how Kuroo probably would have made him do some volleyball moves with him if he said anything about their approach from behind you, also stating that he was only here because his parents told him to play outside for once.

It was hours later, the bright sun finally setting for the day, leaving a soft glow of light on the three kids still at the playground. Hours of watching Kuroo try to do volleyball moves he saw on tv, hours of talking about nonsense with your two best friends in the open field.

“Alright, Kenma, toss the ball as hard as you can. I swear I’ll receive it this time!” And with those words and a roll of his eyes, Kenma tosses the ball into the air and hits it towards Kuroo with all the strength he could muster.

As the ball flies towards the crouching raven haired boy, rather than receiving it with his forearms as he planned, the ball rebounds off the side of his face, startling the young boy and causing him to fall flat on his bottom.

“Omg Kuroo, are you alright?” You quickly rush off to the boy as he sits on the ground, still in a daze. Kneeling beside him to check for any injuries, the hit to his face could have caused.

“Woah, Kenma! I didn’t know you could toss that hard!” He grins, quickly standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes. “And I’m fine, Y/N, it was a hard toss but wasn’t too hard to knock me out or anything.”

“Are you sure? Should we go to my house and get some ice?” You question, a bit worried that the hit to his face would cause swelling and bruising.

“Nah, it’s alright. If it bruises, I’ll just tell people I got into a fight or something! Imagine how cool people would think I am for getting into a fight with someone.” The expression on his face full of excitement at the thought of him telling people he got decked in the face because he got into a fistfight with someone.

“You should just kiss it better, Y/N. Maybe that’ll shut him up,” Kenma states sarcastically. His words don’t even process in your head as sarcastic, as it’s still full of worry.

From your place by his side, you reach up to plant a quick kiss to cheek that got hit by the volleyball, pulling back with a grin. “There, all better!”

Junior high, third year; fourteen years old

A comfortable silence surrounds you and Kuroo as the two of you sat in his bedroom, waiting for Kenma to come over with the new video game he recently purchased and was eager to show the two of you.

You were seated on the edge of his bed, Kuroo situated behind you as he tried his best to braid your hair. Looking in the mirror every once in a while, you caught glimpses of his concentrated face as he tugged on your hair to try and create the perfect braid.

“Have you had your first kiss yet, Y/N?” His question breaking the silence enveloping the two of you, catching you completely off guard as you look back into the mirror and make eye contact with him.

“I mean, if I did, I feel like I would have told you and Kenma every detail about it,” you laugh out, giggling at the disgusted face he makes due to your words. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmmm, just curious, I guess. Also, there, I finished the perfect braid!” He exclaims, a proud grin on his face as you turn your head to check out the braid in the mirror.

“Kuroo, this braid is terrible!” You cry out, laughter falling from your lips as you examine the braid with pieces of hair sticking out and a large strand of hair not intertwined with the rest of the braid.

“I know its terrible! Braiding is hard; I don’t know how you do it.” With a loud sigh, he dramatically throws himself backward, flopping down on his bed, back to the mattress as he stares up at the ceiling.

Taking your hair out of the braid, mumbling as you work out the tangles with your fingers, you lay yourself down next to him, accompanying him in staring at the blank ceiling of his bedroom. His previous question still floating around in your mind, had he had his yet and was trying to find a way to tell you? “Hey Kuroo, have you had your first kiss yet?”

“Not yet, but almost all the guys at school have already. We’re about to go into high school, and I haven’t even kissed someone yet,” he sighs again, closing his eyes to try and get rid of the thought of not having kissed anyone yet, his braining thinking it was something to be embarrassed of.

From his body language, you knew he was thinking about how embarrassing it was to not have his first kiss yet. Shifting to your side, you focus your gaze onto his face rather than his ceiling. “Hey, it’s not embarrassing to not have kissed anyone yet! I mean, we’re still young, and don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone you care about, and not just some lame kiss to get it done and over with?”

“I guess that makes sense. I don’t know I was just thinking.”

“What you thinking for the first time in your life?” You playfully tease, prodding his side with your finger, a playful and mundane action between the two of you. “Did you bring it up because you want me to be your first kiss?”

Your question causing him to open his eyes quickly, shock evident on his face as he shifted his gaze to look at you. The shit eating grin on your face letting him know that you were just teasing him and his thoughts.

“Don’t say things like that, gonna get my hopes up,” he teases back, a grin on his own face as he shifts to his side, the two of you now facing face to face with each other. “But all jokes aside, if you hypothetically wanted to be each other’s first kiss I wouldn’t be op-”

And with that, you interrupt his words by closing the gap between the two of you, placing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away with a grin, the same kind of grin you made when you had first kissed him on the cheek all those years ago.

A blush evident on both your faces, Kuroo a stammering mess, still trying to process what just happened. The door to his bedroom flying open, causing the two of you to jump apart from your close proximity.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, but I have the game! Wait, did something happen? What did I miss? Why does Kuroo look like that?”

High school, third year; eighteen years old

The sound of blasting music and loud chatter filled your ears as Kuroo opened the door to the house of a graduation party the two of you were invited to. Graduation. It was a couple more weeks away, but once it arrived, you would go your separate ways from your friends, Kenma still having another year in high school and Kuroo going to a different university than you.

Although the three of you wouldn’t be too far away from each other, you were all staring different stages of your lives without each other. You were no longer going to have them right across the street from you when you needed comfort; the next step in life was going to be different. Different from the last ten years that the three of you had spent together, side by side.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks. Go find Yaku and Kai, yeah?” Kuroo shouted over the bustling noise of the party.

“Yeah, I’ll go look for them. I’ll text you where we’re at, but please nothing too strong, Kuroo! We have to walk back home,” you warn him as he starts to leave your side.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, giving you a playful salute then walking away, towards the kitchen where the drinks were located.

After a quick glance around the house, you heard Kai and Yaku’s familiar shouts coming from the backyard. Peaking your head out the sliding door, you were relieved to finally find your friends, occupied by a game of beer pong with a couple of people you had recognized from school.

“Hey Y/N, you made it! Where’s Kuroo at?” Yaku greets you, pulling you into a hug before taking his turn at tossing the ping pong ball, it lands with a soft splash into the last cup on the opposing team’s side — his and Kai’s shouts of victory ringing in your ears as they high five.

Before you can answer Yaku’s question, you feel a familiar poke to your side, quickly turning around to see Kuroo behind you with two cups.

“You were supposed to text me where you guys were at Y/N. Made me go searching for you guys myself,” he fake pouts at you, handing you your cup before greeting everyone that was outside.

Taking a sip of the drink, he handed you, you were surprised to find that the drink had no taste of alcohol. “Hey, what’s with the surprised face? You said not to make it too strong, and you make it look like I don’t know how to make a drink or something,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow as he stands next to you.

“Oh right, sorry, I forgot you were a professional barista,” you joke with a roll of your eyes and a grin on your face before taking another sip of the drink he had made.

After a few more rounds of watching people play beer pong, socializing with your classmates, and a few more drinks that Kuroo had made you, you suddenly find yourself getting dragged into a game you didn’t want to play.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun,” Kuroo frowns, tugging at your hand to try and pull you down into the empty spot next to him, an empty spot of a large circle, with an empty beer bottle in the middle.

“We’re seriously going to play spin the bottle? Aren’t we about to graduate high school, this game is childish. Can’t I just watch or something,” you whine, keeping your feet planted outside the circle.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or perhaps it was the hidden feelings you held for your best friend all these years, but it only took Kuroo flashing you a pair of puppy dog eyes and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand to finally comply and take a seat next to him.

“Alright guys, let’s get this game going. Remember, you have to take a shot if you don’t kiss the person the bottle lands on,” he grins, shouts of approval from everyone else following his words.

Spin after spin of the empty bottle, it never appearing to land on you much to your satisfaction, you watched as multiple people exchanged kisses, kisses ranging from quick pecks to full on make outs.

Your heart clenching every time the bottle landed on Kuroo as you sat there watching the person you liked kiss someone else, someone who wasn’t you. The grin on his face whenever his lips detached from someone else’s, causing you to regret even coming to the party. If you stayed home, you wouldn’t have witnessed all these heartbreaking kisses.

It was hard to avert your eyes from him when he had to kiss someone, hard not to imagine the girl in his lap being you instead of them. And maybe it was a mixture of jealousy and the alcohol you kept drinking, but you were silently hoping that when it was your turn, the bottle would land on Kuroo so that you’d be able to stake your claim on his lips.

And to your surprise, when it was your turn, the bottle spinning in countless circles, it slowly came to a stop, pointing to the person next to you, the person you had wanted the bottle to land on. But now that the bottle had landed on him, you were nervous, nervous of what could come after the kiss. What if this kiss ruined everything between the two of you? What if he liked kissing the other girls better than you? What if by some miracle this kiss caused him to find out about your feelings and he didn’t want anything to do with you again?

After a couple moments of you not averting your gaze from the bottle, Kuroo broke the silence. “You don’t have to kiss me, Y/N. Just take the shot instead.” His gaze meeting yours when you turn your head to look at him.

With those words, your heart broke. He didn’t want you to kiss him, your buzzed mind believing that his words clearly meant that he’d rather have you take a shot than have your lips on his. Unbeknownst to you, Kuroo had said those words because he thought you didn’t want to kiss him, thought that you didn’t share the same feeling for him that he had for you.

Quickly you finished the small amount of liquid courage left in your cup, needing an extra boost of bravery for what you were about to do next. Cupping his face in your hands, you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap before you press your lips to his in a hasty kiss, the taste of alcohol on his lips, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and his own hands place themselves on your hips as the two of you indulge in each other’s touch for just a moment.

As you pull away breathlessly, Kuroo gives you a grin, a grin that in your mind looks eerily similar to the ones he had been giving to other girls he kissed during this stupid kissing game. A grin stating that this kiss was nothing more than a meaningless make out to him, just like all the other meaningless kisses he gave away earlier that night.

To everyone else witnessing the aftermath of this kiss, it was obvious that Kuroo’s grin was a smile of love and adoration towards you. Still, the two of you were too blind and oblivious to the mutual feelings the two of you had for each other as you quietly situated yourself next to him again, acting like what just happened did not occur at all. Heartbreak evident on both of your faces as you both pretended not to be affected by the heartwrenching kiss you had exchanged just moments before.

University, second year; twenty years old

You were back at the same playground, the playground that brought back years and years of happy memories with your best friends. The situation seeming like deja vu from elementary school all those years ago, you sitting on the swing set that got older and rustier with years of ware as you waited for Kuroo and Kenma to show up, not having seen them in person for a while.

And just like in elementary school, you felt a pair of fingers jab into your side, causing you to jump off the swing and quickly turn around to face the messy haired boy. A large grin evident on both of your faces as you let out a screech, instantly launching yourself into his arms. Arms of familiarity and warmth, arms of comfort when you needed consoling, the arms of the boy you have been in love with for years.

“I missed you so much, Kuroo,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around him, still not believing that you were finally seeing each other in person after such a long time.

“Y/N, we text and video call like every day,” he chuckles, but even with his teasing words, you can feel him wrap his arms tighter around you as well. “Also Kenma said he won’t be able to make it tonight, something about his parents pestering him about wanting to know everything his first year of university. But he said we could come over tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, guess tonight will be just the two of us.” Looking up, you catch a glimpse of Kuroo’s smiling face, sending him your own grin before finally pulling away from his embrace.

“Oh, I actually brought this,” he grins, picking up the volleyball by his feet that you hadn’t noticed until now. “Thought we could toss it around like old times.”

And with those words, you followed behind him as you walked to your spot, the spot in the open field where the three of you shared secrets, laughter, and tears. The field that brought back years of loving memories with your two best friends, a field of happiness.

As the two of you approached your spot, Kuroo quickly spin around to look at you. “Hey Y/N, think fast,” he shouts before quickly tossing the ball in your direction before running away.

Used Kuroo’s antics after all the years of friendship, you easily catch the ball before grinning at his retreating form. Letting out a huff, you quicken your pace to catch up to him, knowing he was running slow in order for you to catch him. And as you approach from behind him, you drop the ball and jump onto his back, catching him off guard as the two of you tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter.

Large smiles on both of your faces, the two of you lying in the grass side by side, trying to catch your breaths from all the laughter you shared together. Side by side, like how it used to be before the two of you went different ways.

A comfortable silence encompassed the two of you as you laid there next to each other. “Did you umm happen to read what was on the ball?” Kuroo’s question breaking the silence.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you turned to him before asking, “There’s something written on the ball?” He slowly nods his head at your question, and you can tell that he’s nervous.

Sitting up from your spot, you reach over to grab the ball on the other side of you, noticing that there is indeed something written on it. Your eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at the words scrawled on it in Kuroo’s messy handwriting. I love you.

Your mind wandering, still trying to process the three words written on the ball. “You should close your mouth, might catch some bugs with the way its hanging opened,” Kuroo whispers with a nudge to your shoulder with his, breaking you out of your trance.

“Y-you love me?” You squeak out, hands gently touching the written words before looking up at Kuroo besides you.

“Y/N L/N, I have always loved you. I was just too scared to say anything, but I finally thought that it’s better late than never, right? I hope you feel the same way; otherwise, this would be really awkward.”

“What would be awk-” And with that, Kuroo is leaning in, cutting off your words as he places his lips on yours in a loving kiss, reminding you of the time you cut him off and kissed him for the first time that one day in his childhood bedroom.

As you reciprocate his kiss, he slowly lays you back down on the ground, hovering over you as the two of you exchange a kiss full of longing and love. A kiss that revealed the mutual feelings the two of you had bottled up all these years.

Pulling away breathlessly, the two of you smiling at each other like love struck idiots, you whisper out your own confession to him. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsuro, always have and always will.”

And with your confession to each other, the two of you laid in your field of happiness as the sunset, hand in hand, exchanging sweet kisses here and there as the two of you caught up on all the missed years of loving each other.

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lunarliza · 4 years

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Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 4: Ferry Tickets

fuckbuddy!JJ x kook!reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

note: smut ... like right under here

“Fuuuck me,” you whimpered, face pressed down to your floral pillowcase.

“You like that don’t you?” JJ’s hand twisted your hair as the other smacked the side of your ass while he slid himself in and out of you from behind.

Ted and your mom went into the city for a few days while Macy was off at her tennis lesson which left you with an big empty house for the morning. You had contemplated doing a sunrise yoga on the beach or riding your bike along the pier, but a surprise text from JJ had you cancelling all your self-care plans.

Which is how you ended up in your current position- under him, back arched, and feeling his thick cock stretch you out.

“Mm,” you whined, lifting your eyes to his hungry ones as you watched him take you. You felt the cold metal from his rings cling onto your sweaty skin when his hands moved to grip both sides of your hips.

“Mm, play with me.”

JJ’s hands snaked around to your wet clit where he gently rubbed you back and forth. It sent you over the edge as you moaned louder into the pillow you were clenching.

He came into the condom and pulled out of you, collapsing onto your side in a fit of pants. His gold locks were disheveled on his face as his broad chest heaved up and down. You laid in your current position for a few moments, collecting yourself, before springing to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You expected him to be gone once you got out, but, much to your surprise, JJ was still submerged in your fluffy white comforter, underwear on, scrolling through his phone. Slightly taken aback, you flopped down next to him.

You and JJ had this unspoken no cuddling or pillow talk rule, but you decided that, after three months of fooling around, you could at least engage in small talk.

“Why’d you call me up so early?” you asked, hugging your knees.

“I was at the store and saw your parents getting gas to leave town. Didn’t see you in the car so I thought you’d be home alone,” he smirked, still glued to his phone, “and I was right.”

JJ paid a lot of attention to little things- more so than you thought. Here and there he’d bring up a small fact he remembered about you like how you’d braid your hair before swimming or how he saw you talking to someone he thought you didn’t like. It was odd, but you pushed it aside.

Another thing that always fazed you about him was why he was so open to sleeping with you. You assumed it was him getting off on the satisfaction of fucking a Kook, but the hateful remarks he made the other day on the boat with Rafe confused you.

“Since when did you start hanging out with Topper and Rafe?” he asked, tossing his phone to the side.

You didn’t expect that question from him. “I don’t. Jade just dragged me with her because she’s trying to get with Rafe.”

JJ snorted. “Oh Jade... she has a nice rack. And she can do way better than him, he looks like a celery.”

You giggled at his uncanny comparison. “Hey JJ.”

He lifted his eyebrows, leaning over on his side. “It was you that day wasn’t it? The day you caught me smoking, you’re the one who fucked up Topper’s bike.”

You had always wondered what on earth JJ was running from the day you two met. You almost forgot about it until Topper brought up his messed up bike on the boat. You remembered hearing him whine about it months ago during class, the Monday after, and mentally put the pieces together.

“What’s it to ya?” JJ responded, growing peeved.

You shrugged. “Just wondering. I just don’t get this war between you guys. It’s honestly ridiculous, like what good is throwing shit at each other or punching each other gonna do?”

The light-haired boy groaned and sat up in annoyance. “Of course you wouldn’t get it. You’re a fucking Kook. You can do whatever the hell you want- buy whatever you want, hurt whoever you want- and get away with it. Nothing ever affects you because at the end of the day, you just come straight home to your gated neighborhood with not a spec on your back. You’ll never know what it’s like to not have everything you want!”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, standing from the bed to get away from him. “Well guess what, prick? I actually do know what it’s like. I didn’t always have this stupid life!”

You ran your hands through your hair and avoided his gaze. That was probably the first time you confessed that out loud to someone since you moved. You heard JJ shift a little on your bed as pure silence soon enveloped you both.

Since he was already there, why not just let the entire cat out the bag?

“I use to live in a small town outside of Charlotte. My parents didn’t have a lot but they tried to give me and my sister everything they could. My dad would come home late sometimes- there were days when we wouldn’t even see him. My mom sold clothes, shoes, hats, anything she could make at home so we could eat.” You turned to face him. “And as much as it fucking sucked, I liked it better that way than now.”

“So what happened?” JJ peered up at you with sheer orbs and, for a moment, you forgot about his tactless, cold-blooded self.

You sighed and pursed your lips. “My parents divorced because my dad kept having to leave and I moved homes for a few years. Then my mom met Ted and I was, unwillingly, initiated to this Kook life.”

JJ lifted his eyebrows in shock. “You know most people see that as a like a Cinderella story.”

“Well I see it like hell.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“I know I should be more grateful of everything, but it’s just hard. And weird.” You’re back sitting beside him on the bed at this point. “Like, I’m just not use to this. I’ve never had a phone with internet until now and my mom keeps wanting me to pretend I’m some preppy fairy. And the kids here all suck. They have no personality other than their clothes and cars, and they don’t like me cause I don’t give a shit about that stuff. I really do hate it here. And I miss my dad. I haven’t seen him in years.”

You plopped your head on the pillow and stared at your ceiling. It was nice to get all that off your chest, especially to JJ who’s been shoving his preconceived notions down your throat.

“Well I almost feel sorry for you,” JJ said jokingly as you playfully shoved him.

“But I get it, kinda. I don’t know. My mom passed away, so it’s just me and my dad. He’s,” he paused for a moment, “he has his quirks, you can say. We don’t get along too well, and he’s too busy working to really give me any real attention. It sucks.”

“I’m sorry,” you comforted as he maneuvered so he was laying down next to you. You both rested side by side, fixated on your plain white ceiling. It was nice to finally talk to JJ without making a snide comment every two seconds.

“Do you think it’ll get any better?” you asked, out of the blue.

“You wanna know the truth?” You turned to your side, tucking your arm under your head, ready for his spiel.

“I think we’re where we are for a reason. Do I wanna get the fuck outta here sometimes? Yeah. But I just know I’m meant to have this life and there’s not much I can do to get out. Just gotta take it day by day.”

“C’mon, you never dreamed of going anywhere else in the world? Traveling?” you raised, a bit more enthusiastic than you intended to let on.

JJ exhaled. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while longer. There was, finally, an air of understanding between you.

“Why don’t you come to our side then?” JJ asked after a few minutes. “If you hate it here in Kookville so much, why don’t you try the other end for a change?”

“I don’t know. My stepdad thinks The Cut is literally a death wish. He wouldn’t even let my mom go grocery shopping near there. It’s honestly kinda weird to me why he hates it so much.”

“And he never told you why?”

You shook your head and JJ retreated in thought. “I think he’s hiding something. Probably has a mistress over there to be honest.”

You laughed and hit his stomach. “No! Him and my mom are literally attached by the hip! I don’t know... One day Macy went over to see a friend she met and he just flipped. Went over, took her away and everything. Maybe he’s just classist. I mean, he’s old money so I wouldn’t be surprised. But if he is then he wouldn’t have married my mom.”

“Maybe...” JJ muttered. “I still think he’s hiding something. Could be drugs. You know I see Kook guys come over for coke sometimes. Then, on their lunch breaks, their dads come for the same thing. Father and son bonding if you ask me.”

“Well, whatever it is, we can add this case to our mystery book,” you laughed. A real, heartfelt laugh.

You and JJ spent the remainder of the morning talking about your lives, learning how wrong you each were about the other. He told you about the Pogues and how his friend Kiara, who you recognized from school, hangs out with them despite being wealthy herself. On the other hand, you continued to complain to him about all the stuck up nonsense your mother would make you do- to which he actively listened and pitched in his own amusing opinions.

“What do you need etiquette lessons for? How hard is it to stick your pinky out when you drink?”

The topic then switched to Topper and his crew. You settled on calling them the Veggie Tales which made you both erupt in laughter. “What was your first time like?” you asked bluntly.

He threw you an odd look, but continued. “Tourist at a party. I was 15 and I think she was 17? I dunno, but she sure showed me the ropes that night.” He beamed up at the ceiling, thinking back to the time.

“Aren’t all first times supposed to be really awkward and bad?”

“Maybe. I don’t really remember it. Just her. She was fine as hell,” he had on his dreamy eyes. “What was your’s like?”

You let out a sharp breath. You’d never told anyone about it until now. “Before I left the city I was dating this guy for a little while. He came from farmers, so we did it in his uncles barn.”

“Aw, how romantic,” JJ commented before you smacked him with a decorative pillow.

“Ow! What? I thought every girl’s dream was to do it with the chickens watching.”

Your face knotted. “It was horses. And I still have nightmares to this day about the hay sticking at my ass.”

The boy next to you snickered and went on to tease you about your story, cracking all the farm jokes his little blonde head could come up with.

“I should get going soon,” JJ informed when you both settled down, “Thursdays I meet Kie at The Wreck to help out.”

Your eyes jolted. “Thursday?!”

You soared up from your bed and checked the time on your phone. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Your hands tangled up in your hair in stress. “My debutante lessons!”

“What the fuck is that?”

“I have to go to Chapel Hill, my ferry leaves in 20 minutes,” you explained while hastily shoving heels into your canvas bag. Then it occurred to you that your parents took your car because theirs was in the shop.

“Fuck! JJ did you drive here?”

“Yeah, I parked my friend’s van by the gate,” he answered, still confused at the gibberish you spoke moments ago.

“JJ I need you to take me to the dock right now! Please! I can’t miss this ferry.”

“Alright, alright, hurry up then woman! The van only goes up to 110 on a good day.” JJ struggled to get his clothes back on and didn’t even notice his t-shirt on backwards.

You both sprinted out your house and to the front of the neighborhood, past the gate, and towards a clunky old Volkswagen that was parked on the side of the road. You hurried in as JJ fumbled with the keys before thrusting it in the ignition and speeding off towards the dock.

“Fuck we’re not gonna make it!” you stressed, balling your sweaty palms, as your legs bounced on the torn up seat.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry! She’s old but just give her a minute,” JJ assured before he revved the engine and flew down the street. You were concerned at how he expertly steered the old clunker at 105 miles per hour but were too anxious about missing your trip to bring it up.

He finally pulled up to the side of the dock. You sighed in relief, seeing people still boarding.

“Aaand here we are! With 3 minutes to spare,” JJ announced, flipping his blonde locks, proud of his Speed Racer work.

“Thank you for the ride JJ,” you said as you exited the van, “and the heart attack.”

“Hey, you got here in once peace didn’t you? So I don’t wanna hear it!”

You giggled and shut the door, heading towards the herd of people while you dug in your bag for your ferry ticket.

“Have fun at your degenerate lessons!” JJ called out the window at you before speeding away.

You shook your head with a goofy grin before getting on.

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chapter five

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Light

Pairing: Andy BarberxBlack Reader

⚠️: Small bit of angst, mention of divorce, slight sexual content(its very quick), fluff throughout!

This wasn’t exactly how you planned your night out going. What started out as you arriving at a quiet lounge looking to unwind from a stressful week turned into you joining a new handsome acquaintance back at his apartment stumbling through the door as you both fumbled with the others clothes.

“Sorry,” you’d each lightly chuckle after getting stuck on a button or trying to pull down stubborn jeans.

“This um isn’t really something I normally do,” you admit shyly as your back touches the mattress, heart pounding in your chest.

“Honestly I don’t either, so trust me I get it,” Andy smiles out of breath, bare chest hovering a mere inches above your body. “We can stop though if you want.”

“No, I want to! I mean like I want to continue not to stop if that wasn’t clear. Also sorry that came out really eager. I’m excited but not like this is my first ever time you know and now I’m rambling and killing the mood I’m sorry.”

Chuckling, his thumb traces over your red tinted lips making you smile. “Don’t apologize, your rambling is cute.” Your hand caressing the back of his neck slowly brings your soft yet hungry lips together as your bodies follow close behind becoming tangled in each other as well as the sheets below.

Now here you were, sore yet comfortable being woken up by your vibrating phone across the room. Squinting your eyes trying to adjust to the foreign space around you, the bed feels more spacious than before as you turn to find Andy gone and his side of the bed neatly made.

“Right, I should probably get going,” you thought as your feet touched the carpet below carrying you to each garment you were previously wearing before reaching your phone with missed calls and texts.

Carla: Hey boss man needs you to come in asap

Carla: And it’s looking like you might want to come in uniform...

Y/N: Ugh, alright give me a couple hours

“Morning,” a deep voice speaks slightly startling you. “I uh wasn’t sure if you might want coffee or tea so I made both.”

“Oh, thank you.” Small smile spread on your lips, you carefully take the coffee from his hand enjoying its freshly brewed smell and warmth. There’s a hint of awkwardness between the both of you as you slowly rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, while Andy peers down in his mug tapping his thumb against the rim.

Maybe that’s why you both never did this before. To avoid situations like this wondering how the other was feeling and what was the right next move.

“This um tastes really good.”

“Thanks, it was actually a gift from a friend. I’m getting low so I should probably ask where she got it from,” he chuckles to himself.

And so returned the awkward silence as you both stood sipping from your cups with cars speeding by outside.

“Cmon Y/N this doesn’t have to be difficult. You’re both adults who are highly capable of talking about their feelings,” you thought setting down your coffee on the dresser next to you. “Just spit it out and get it over with.”

“So-,” you both speak at the same time giving you two a much needed laugh.

“You go ahead.”

“No no you go. Mine can wait,” you smile waving your hand for him to continue.

“I was just gonna say that I’m...I’m leaving soon so um if you need a ride anywhere I can drive you so, you know, you don’t have to pay for one.”

Luckily you had a good poker face to hide your embarrassment and the sinking feeling in your gut from his words. Of course you’d be the one wanting for it to grow into more and break what’s possibly known as the cardinal rule of one night stands. Arms crossed over your chest, you busy yourself trying to find your shoes avoiding his eyes.

“Um yea! Thank you, I was actually gonna ask the same thing so it’s um funny you said that.”

“Oh, looks like we were on the same page then,” you both chuckle.

“Ehh I’m not so sure about that,” you thought as he bent down before handing you your other shoe. Lips slightly parted, it seemed as if he had more to say when you finally met his bright, blue eyes. You hated to admit it, but you honestly hoped he had more to say; specifically about your situation.

However, yet again you were disappointed watching him clear his throat nervously scratching the back of his neck as he picked up your nearly empty mug. “We can leave after I take care of these.”

“I can do that if you want?”

“No no I got it. Don’t worry,” he smiles walking towards his kitchen leaving you to gather the last of your things.

“Trust me, that’s the last thing on my mind,” you quietly speak to yourself before joining him in the center of the apartment.

———

Sneakers squeaking against the shiny hospital floors, you hurriedly make your way to your next patient’s room hoping they were much more pleasant than your last. Long story short, they weren’t a fan of having a new physical therapist.

You weren’t entirely mad though, you understood how frustrating it could be to get used to one person then have to change to someone entirely new. Heck you felt a bit overwhelmed yourself once you learned you’d been given a new schedule and entirely new set of people you’d have to care for.

Lightly knocking on the thick glass shielded by a curtain you quietly enter the bright room once hearing a soft “come in.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’ll be Jacob’s physical therapist while he’s here,” you warmly greet extending your hand to the woman in front of you. Long dark hair framing her slender face, you could see the pain through the brave image she upheld.

“Hi I’m Laurie, Jacob’s mother. Me saying this is nothing against you, but I was expecting his usual therapist, Zoe.”

“It’s okay I understand. Zoe had to have a change of schedule due to personal reasons so I’m taking over for her patients.” Lightly nodding her head, the door sliding open steals both of your attention as the last person you’d expect to see entered the room.

Clearly he felt the same way stopping in his tracks once meeting your familiar brown eyes.

“Um hi...”

“Hi Mr. Barber I’m Y/N, Jacob’s new physical therapist,” you smile once again holding out your hand. Were you currently wishing you could run away, crawl in a hole, and scream to your hearts content? Yes, but at the end of the day you still had a job to do and you wouldn’t let an awkward interaction get in the way of that.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles back similarly maintaining his professionalism while shaking your hand. “And you can call me Andy.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Andy.”

Feeling his lingering touch as your hands part instantly bring you back to last night making you flustered and what seemed like a wave of heat run across your body. Clearing your throat, you mentally collect yourself before standing next to the beeping machines monitoring Jacob’s vitals.

“So just like Zoe was doing, I’ll basically come to make sure his arms and legs get movement and try to limit any further muscle deterioration.”

“And will this only be once a day like before?,” Laurie asks from the other side of the bed smoothing Jacob’s hair down.

“That’s what he was scheduled for, but I can make a note for it to be increased to twice if you’d like? And before I leave for the day I can try to come back to work with him.”

“Thank you. If you’re too busy though you don’t have to-,”

“No it’s fine! If I can’t get to him, I’ll try to send someone to see him.”

Putting on your gloves, you begin gently extending and flexing his arm before eventually moving to his hand and fingers as you continue your conversation with Laurie. At times Andy would join in asking his own questions about his son’s recovery, but mostly just stood by the window gazing out at the rest of the city. He’d try to steal glances here and there taking note of little things like how the lone strand of hair that didn’t make it in your bun dangled ever so perfectly down your soft cheek.

Then there was your plump lips. How you’d innocently bite them when intently listening to Laurie go on about a new study she read about coma patients and treatments. How he could still feel them against his own from last night and how warm they were. How part of him wished you’d come back so he could feel them again.

Being so wrapped in his thoughts, he didn’t realize how his admiring caught your attention making you quickly glance in his direction before returning your attention to Laurie.

Once finished with his other leg, you removed your gloves making notes on the paper attached to your clipboard.

“How is he?,” Andy asks arms crossed over his chest.

“He’s good. No sign of muscle stiffness or rigidity. He actually still has a bit of strength intact, which will definitely be good for starting the more rigorous therapy if he wakes up.”

“Oh ok good,” he nods. “Thank you.”

“It’s part of my job, I feel like you don’t really need to thank me.”

“Nonsense. You’re taking time out to help our son which we greatly appreciate,” Laurie adds with a soft smile from the leather recliner next to the hospital bed.

“Well you’re welcome,” you smile collecting your things to leave. “I’ll try to come back after my last patient to work on him again. It was nice meeting you both.” Giving a small wave as you leave the room, Andy sits at the edge of the bed looking at his sleeping son.

“She was nice.”

“Hm? Oh yea, she was,” Andy quietly speaks grazing a thumb over the back of Jacob’s hand.

“Cute too.”

At this Andy just shakes his head lowly chuckling to himself before turning to look at his amused ex wife.

“So where’d you guys meet?”

“What makes you think I know her?”

“A bit of woman’s intuition. Also the fact that you looked like you saw a ghost when you walked in helped further prove that point,” she laughs.

“It was last night at the lounge downtown. We were both at the bar alone so we started talking.”

“Must’ve been some conversation. I haven’t seen that look in your eyes in a while.”

“Y-Yea, you could say that,” he shyly admits nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you ask her out?”

“Laurie...”

“If you don’t want to talk about it I understand and won’t pry, but Andy if you’re holding back because of me, the divorce, or Jacob don’t. We had our time and it was great, now don’t be afraid to create more great times with someone else. Plus I know Jake would want to see you happy.”

Looking down at his hands with a sigh, he knew Laurie was right. He really did want to get to know you more, but what if you didn’t feel the same? Especially now knowing a portion of the baggage he was carrying.

“I don’t know...I mean I want to but it’s not just me she’d be adding to her life you know.”

“I get it, but you won’t know how she feels about that until you ask her,” she replies carefully standing up from her seat. “I’m going to the cafeteria, want me to get anything for you?”

“No I’m fine. You want me to go instead? You really need to rest your leg.”

“My leg is fine Andy, plus I still need to walk on it to help it heal. Oh, you can do me one favor though,” she adds stopping in front of the door.

“What’s that?”

“If Y/N happens to come back while I’m gone, talk with her.”

Closing the door behind her, Andy was left with his racing thoughts on what he’d say the next time he saw you.

Or better yet all the possible ways you could say no. Wait, was this even allowed? Given, he wasn’t your direct patient, but still he didn’t want you to get in trouble or possibly lose your job. “This is probably a bad idea,” he spoke to himself with hands covering his face.

The sound of someone clearing their throat makes him quickly sit up to see your nervous smile as you close the door behind you. “I uh just finished with another patient down the hall when the nurse asked me to bring these extra washcloths while she finishes up. She should be here in the next few minutes to clean him up.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“No problem.” Placing the white cloths on the nearby table, you turn to leave with hand gripping the cold, metal handle before being stopped by Andy calling your name. He looked flustered as his hands rested on his hips and his eyes shifted from you to the floor below.

“...We need to talk.”

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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richboy!seonghwa (part 21)

word count: 4k

angst, fluff

(part 20) (series masterlist)

"i cannot believe we're gonna get to witness this," yunho says excitedly, plopping down on the bed as he nudges your arm playfully.

"oh god, don't make a fool of us," mingi grumbles at him from across the room. "i can already see you blurting out some nonsense."

you had texted them right after yeosang had invited you to go an amusement park with him and the boys last night. he had gotten a text from hongjoong just minutes before he dropped you home, informing him of the plan and making it known you specifically were invited.

and you were hesitant at first, for obvious reasons involving a handsome boy and lingering tension, but then innocently asked him if you'd be able to invite some friends of your own.

"tall pretty boy who tried to break my skull?" he asked sarcastically, looking over at you in the passenger seat.

"the very same," you quip with a smile, "and yunho, the new boy." you wiggle your feet nervously as you wait for his answer, his eyes casting down to catch the slight movement.

you think it'd be nice to merge your friend groups, let all the boys meet and befriend each other and maybe even see if mingi could find anything, even the smallest thing, endearing about your boyfriend; you obviously don't need the boy's full approval but it'd be nice if they could at least get along and be amicable.

"would you feel more comfortable if they came?" he asks lowly, snaking his hand over to grab yours gently. you look down shyly, watching as he interlaces his fingers with yours before his thumb starts moving across your skin.

"i mean i wouldn't feel uncomfortable without them..." you tell him truthfully, "but i don't know, i think it'd be nice."

his other hand catches your jaw, turning your head so your soft, relaxed features meet his. a small smile crosses your face at the expression he's wearing and he bites his lip to hide his own.

"what?" you squeak.

"nothing," he hums. but it's not nothing, the tugging in his heart as he watches you look at him with sparkling eyes and a smile he's gonna hate to leave tonight; it's also not helping, at all, that your lips are still puffy and red from hours of making out and fumbling under the blankets on his couch.

"if you want them there, they can come," he says softly, "i'll make sure there's enough room in the car."

you smile at him, moving forward to peck his cheek in gratitude. but he's quick to catch your face when you try to pull back, bringing your lips to his gently. you smile against them, giggle muffled by his mouth as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer.

he leans his forehead on yours when his lungs burn for air, looking into your slightly glossed over eyes. "but you better tell mingi to be on his best behavior."

"weren't you the one warned to be on your best behavior?" yunho asks sarcastically, looking up at your face that holds a chastising, warning look. it already took an hour of begging via group facetime to get mingi to agree this morning, your pouts and yunho's whines nearly driving him on the brink of insanity until he finally said yes.

"weren't you the one begging me to come an hour ago?" mingi snaps harshly as he rolls his eyes. you knock into yunho's shoulder assuringly, shaking your head at the boy's grouchiness before hesitantly going over to poke his chest.

"mingi..." you whine, the smallest hint of pout making its way on your face when your gazes meet. it takes you a minute to see it but then it's like the realization hits you all at once: his irritable, the swirling in his eyes, the way he so adamantly said he didn't want to be around a group of people.

he lets out a small sigh, his eyes roaming your face before looking over yunho who's watching him with a guarded expression. "i'm...i'm sorry." the boy on your bed raises his eyebrow at the apology, your eyes trained on mingi's face as you watch his lids shut.

"are you...did you really not wanna come?" you squeak out, "i'm sorry if you feel like we forced you but-"

"stop," his deep voice commands quickly, eyes popping open and filtering back and forth between you two. "i'm just being...annoying. i don't like big groups and i get-"

"bitchy? obnoxious? dramatic?"

you side-eye yunho, hard eyes telling him to stop until a ghost of a smile quirks up at mingi's lips. "anxious, shithead. i get anxious and nervous, okay."

"but you have us," yunho says walking over to where you're both standing and throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"yeah, you have us," you repeat gently, "and if at anytime you wanna leave, just say.....hm...porcupine! yeah, that'll be our safe word. one hint of the word porcupine and we're out."

"safe word?" yunho mumbles in your ear, hearing the perverted smirk. "interesting word choice." you elbow the boy harshly to see mingi look at the both of you with a shy, almost touched smile.

"really?" he asks and the childlike way he says it is such a contrast to his towering appearance and deep voice.

and just as you're about to confirm, yunho's arm is off of you and around mingi, squeezing at his shoulder affectionately. "really," he says, "i'll even hold your hand if you want. how 'bout that, princess?"

"fuck off," mingi grumbles, attempting to push the boy away to hide the blush working its way on his cheeks. but you catch it immediately, biting your lip so a wide smile doesn't appear on your face; if you didn't know any better, you'd think-

your phone vibrating on your dresser grabs your attention, running over to answer with a smile when you see yeosang's name pop up on the screen. yunho and mingi watch a smile light up your face as you greet him, running over to your window to see a familiar g-wagon waiting outside your house.

you end the call with a giggle and a shush, turning around to look at the two boys watching you. "are you guys ready?" you ask, looking over both of them before your eyes land on mingi. "you can porcupine right now, if you need."

but something tells you he doesn't, not with the way yunho's at his side and the way their arms are brushing ever so slightly.

"no, i'm-i'm good," he says before a smirk pulls at his lips. "let's go see this love triangle in the flesh."

your face falls as a deep blush floods to your cheeks, throwing your hands over them and running out your bedroom door as deep chuckles ring into the hallway. you listen to them not so secretly conspire to keep a close eye on all three 'subjects,' turning around to shoot them a dirty look when you hear them say pda is an added bonus.

the three of you squeeze into the car with a chorus of hi and introductions, mingi and yunho's lanky limbs managing to get in the back as you plop down in the middle of the second row. your eyes meet seonghwa's in the rear-view mirror almost instantly, shooting him a small smile that he gives right back.

it's a strange feeling to be back in this car when almost two months ago, you were up in the front with him. overjoyed but also so incredibly nervous at the prospect of sitting just a few inches away from him with a fluttering heart sharing shy, soft gazes.

"do you want?"

seonghwa looks at you for a few seconds, then into the bag, nodding his head towards the pretzels. you open the bag for him, tipping it towards him as he takes one out.

the indistinct chatter of the three boys picks up and you put your hand in seonghwa's bag, munching on one secretly. but he's quick to catch you, throwing a smirk at you with a mock chastising look.

"hey..." he says and you smile with your cheeks full of a pretzel you swallow before fishing back in the bag, taking one out and holding it up to seonghwa's mouth.

"here," you say sweetly and the back of your mind takes note of how different you sound talking to him and then to the boy in the back. how warm and fuzzy you feel with seonghwa, then hot and prickly with yeosang.

seonghwa takes the food from your mouth with a smile, happy eyes meeting yours when his mouth closes around it. you pretend your stomach doesn't tighten when his wet lip touches your finger.

yeosang throws his arm around the back of your seat, ripping you from the memory. his hand slips right into your hair as he throws a smug smile at mingi, "hi, pretty boy. i'm glad you were able to make it."

mingi resists the urge to growl and flip him off, instead deciding to narrow his eyes at the boy. "can't say the same, asshole."

yeosang smirks before holding out his fist to bump yunho's, a contrast of polite smiles and words exchanged. he cranes his neck back to look down at you, resting his cheek on your head slightly to mumble "hey," in your ear.

"hi," you say softly with a smile. "are you excited?"

"excited?!" you hear a high pitched voice from the back, mingi and yunho jumping in their seats and letting out surprised yelps.

"i told you you were gonna scared them, you little freak," hongjoong grumbles from the front seat.

"i didn't mean to! i was looking through the snack bag and didn't hear them." you crane your neck back to see san has yet again, got pushed to the trunk.

"hi, san," you smile at him with a wave. you watch for a few seconds mingi and yunho fall under his spell, visibly making the glasses-wearing boy relax before turning your attention to yeosang who's already looking at you.

"what?" you ask quietly, your lips jutting out ever so slightly as you look at him. his jaw ticks as he shakes his head, craning his neck to look out the window before back at you.

and if your lips weren't enough, your wide-eyed, innocent gaze surely did him in.

"i wasn't gonna kiss you in front of everyone," he mumbles lowly in your ear, his hot breath bringing goosebumps to your neck. "but if you keep looking at me like that, i just might have to."

you're about to respond with something snarky, like how non-threatening that is or how much you really want that. but then that idea of a burning pair of eyes in the rearview mirror makes your stomach sink, just causes you to quietly giggle and knock his hard stomach with your elbow.

when you get to the amusement park an hour later, new bffs wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi are quick to barrel out of the car the second the doors are open. hongjoong and seonghwa share a look with you and yeosang that has you both chuckling, the shorter boy shaking his head and already regretting this trip.

"i swear to god, we can never do this- no! nope! that is not the entrance!" hongjoong's voice shouts at the four boys ahead, seonghwa snorting at the way it squeaks before the boy grunts out again when it only causes wooyoung and san to run faster in the wrong direction.

"they are so damn annoying," seonghwa grumbles as him and hongjoong speed up to meet up with them. you and yeosang watch in amusement as each of them drag each boy by the ear.

"they're like a mom and dad," you giggle up at yeosang, smiling softly when you see a look of indifference on his face.

"it's always been like that," yeosang hums, "those annoying little fucks."

"they're funny," you whine, pushing into him lightly, "and you're the brooding, moody teenage brother who's going through a phase." yeosang side-eyes, your giggle at his 'serious' face quickly turning into a tiny squeal when he drags you by the arm and behind a parked car.

"yeosang!" you squeal, "what are you doing? we're gonna-"

your back is pressed up against the car before his lips are on yours, the words dying in your throat as you kiss him back almost immediately. his hands move to your waist when your mouths part, lips melting into one another as they so naturally do.

his tongue teases to slip in and touch yours, a quiet moan attempting to leave your mouth before you realize you're very much in public leaning on a random person's car.

you break the kiss as you lean back, chest heaving ever so slightly as you look at his lustful gaze.

"we're gonna lose them," you get out causing him to roll his eyes and squeeze your hips gently.

"we'll find them," he hums, bringing his hand up to trace your red lips. "i just needed to do that. in private."

because while you'd both prefer not to kiss in front of people in general, it goes without saying you definitely don't wanna shove your newfound affection in someone's face. he sees your mouth part ever so slightly, like you're about to say something, before it snaps close and your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek.

"what?" he hums, not liking the sad, dejected look that crosses your face.

"nothing," you say quietly, "i just....i feel bad. don't you think it's...kind of awkward?"

because you can't stop thinking about the parallels from the car, about how just a month ago this could've been you and seonghwa making out and holding one another. and you're grateful to see the boy doesn't seem mad or hostile, that he's still smiling and acknowledging you. but the whole situation just makes you feel...awkward and bad and maybe even a little dirty.

"it'll probably be weird for a little," he says honestly, voice dropped into the deep sweetness you've come to love and still can't believe is leaving this bully's mouth. "but he'll be good. perhaps you're giving yourself a little too much credit, hm?"

your eyes widen as your mouth drops open, a huff leaving your mouth as you smack him. "you're still such a bully," you exclaim, stomping off towards the entrance of the park as footsteps and a deep chuckle come up from behind you. he catches you around the waist, burying his face in your neck and placing feather light kisses on your skin.

"you're still such a baby," he mumbles, feeling him smile against your skin which without fail, brings a reluctant one to your face.

"just shut up, you're only good for kissing these days."

when you both meet up with the others on the line, you catch yunho's gaze and see him smile at you before his eyes move to mingi talking to san. you both share an excited look back and forth, happy he was able to get comfortable so fast.

yeosang guides you into the crowded park by the small of your back as the eight of you make your way around the park. you bounce around from one rollercoaster to the next, your sweaty palm in yeosang's every time you're getting strapped in and taking off up a hill. you hear the shouts of your friends behind you, wooyoung's screech begging to get him off and san playfully remarking that he peed his pants.

the day goes smoothly, the wait in line almost being more fun than the right itself with all the playful banter and bickering. one of the most chaotic games of rock, paper, scissors you've ever been a part of landing the two biggest cowards sitting in the front (and one of them was absolutely you).

you get off the ride with windblown hair, yeosang checking you with a smile and mockingly clapping his hands that you were able to survive. your hands and arms clumsily knock into one another as you make your au down the ramp and follow behind the others.

you feel yeosang hands rake through the knotty strands of your tangled hair from behind you. "stop!" you whine, feeling his finger tangle into another knot and pull at your scalp.

"y/n, it's a mess," he laughs out.

you turn around to smack his stomach lightly, narrowing your eyes at him before turning back around. but then he does it again, another pinch to your scalp causing you to yelp out uncontrollably.

"you're hurting me, yeosang!"

your body slams into a hard chest, your gaze traveling up to see seonghwa's eyes trained right on yeosang behind you. you swallow when you see his tensed jaw, his eyes dark and guarded and hitting you with the harsh reminder that he was always there for you when yeosang would actually set out to upset and harm you.

"forget how to be nice?" you spat because it's the only thing you can think to say to him.

"forget that i don't give a shit if i'm nice or not to your kind?" yeosang growls, advancing toward you more and you swallow nervously. you step back further and your foot hits a large plant box, causing it to topple down and your cheeks flame when you hear the loud shattering of glass against the wood floor.

you hear the murmuring and chuckles of your classmates and a scornful laugh leaves his mouth.

"see, you don't belong here, y/n, and you shouldn't have even-"

a tall figure rushes out from behind you, grabbing yeosang by the jacket and pushing him up against a nearby column. you can faintly hear the dramatic gasps of your classmates, some of them whipping out their phones to record.

"are you fucking serious," you hear seonghwa's deep voice shout and you know you should probably pull him off of him. but your feet are glued, the harsh yell of seonghwa ringing in your ears.

"get off me," is all the other boy responds, not trying to push the boy off but shooting daggers at him. seonghwa's speaking so lowly, so harshly that you're not able to make out the next few words until seonghwa throws yeosang off the column harshly, nearly knocking the boy to the floor.

"i'm warning you, yeosang, you better watch yourself," you hear seonghwa growl and the shorter boy squints his eyes at him, walking the few steps to be standing right in front of him.

you don't even realize you're still in seonghwa's warm chest until yeosang pulls you back by the waist, looking over his friend with an hard but understanding expression. because he knows exactly what the boy is thinking, how this is all too familiar to the number of times he'd actually be helping you while he was just trying to push you away.

but it's not like that anymore and if the look in his brown eyes isn't giving that away, his arm possessively wrapped around you certainly does.

seonghwa grunts out an apology before quickly turning around and walking to hongjoong, the two boys talking hushly as they go up the ramp to the rollercoaster. you peer up at yeosang with a slight pout, his hand trailing up your body to grasp your jaw.

he sees the conflict swirling in your eyes, not conflict about your feelings but about the situation in general. how it feels like there's no right way to act or handle this extremely uncomfortable tension; but it's just a phase you all have to through.

"stop," he commands, squeezing your face gently.

"but i-"

"enough, baby, we're here to have fun, okay?" he hums, moving his thumb ever so slightly across your face before his eyes catch mingi and yunho. "speaking of which...what's up with them?"

you move your face out of his hold and turn to see the two tall boys talking hushly, mingi leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as yunho stands directly in front of him; something about it makes mingi look a lot smaller than he is, the dark haired boy's presence looming over him as he looks at the shy boy.

"i don't know," you say, turning back at him to not stare.

"hm," yeosang hums, tongue peeking out playfully as he watches your expression, "your little smile says otherwise."

"okay, so maybe there's just a budding roma-"

"c'monnnn guys!" you hear wooyoung whine from the ride's gate, "we're not gonna be able to sit together if you both don't hurry up!"

you throw the boy a thumbs up as yeosang scoffs and rolls his eyes, the two of you rushing over as mingi and yunho stay against the wall. you look over at mingi who gives you a reassuring smile, shooing you away with his hand.

mingi doesn't go on any other rides for the rest of the day, him and yunho going off to play rigged games and go on the bumper cars until they happen to meet up with you and the others a few hours later at a food stand.

mingi and yunho watch you and yeosang together, the playful hits and natural banter that exudes from both of you. the change in yeosang is almost creepy to see, how he's visibly lighter and more pleasant around you. he still has his dry wit and snarky comments but you'd have to be blind to see how much happier he is around you.

because even when you steal his french fries repeatedly and drink half of his slushy, only a playful pinch to the stomach or a lackluster groan of your name serves as your punishment.

but then there's another side to it, mingi's eyes moving to seonghwa who's eyes stay trained on his food or one of his friends. he watches them with a forced smile, far too tight and not reaching his eyes to be real. he laughs when the others do, speaks when spoken to, and makes sure to never look in your direction.

so maybe it's those observations that soften his cold, guarded heart and get him to blurt out the boy's name when he sees him get up to refill his drink. you and yunho's eyes widen in surprise when you hear the boy speak, "seonghwa, wait up," and follow after him who politely nods and waits.

"which one do you have?" seonghwa turns to ask mingi but then lets out a small chuckle when he sees his blue tinted lips. "oh. blueberry, i guess."

the taller boy smirks and nods, following behind seonghwa as they fill up their large cups; they both linger there for a few moments, mingi because he's far too nervous to speak up and kind of in disbelief he was able to call after him in the first place, and seonghwa because he's dreading going back to the table.

because listening to you giggle and squeal yeosang's name, being reminded of his stupid, idiotic mistake when he heard you say yeosang was hurting you, is far too hard and embarrassing to deal with today.

especially given the fact that the image of you on top of him has been plaguing his mind for the past 18 hours.

"she's feeling really bad," mingi blurts out suddenly.

it rips seonghwa from his unpleasant thoughts, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at the tall boy. he knows exactly who he's talking about, even probably knew deep down why he decided to come with him in the first place, but still asks "what?"

"y/n," mingi chokes out, swallowing the lump forming in his throat and looking back at their table. "she....it wasn't an easy decision for her."

seonghwa licks his lips, pressing them together because he doesn't know what's about to fly out of his mouth right now. "she came back from the ski trip really confused," mingi adds softly, "and then that movie night, she...was so upset. she cried to us because she knew she hurt you and felt really guilty."

seonghwa listens silently, his grip on the cup tightening as he remembers that disaster of a night. how he went from being so stupidly happy to have you under his arm to the rage and sadness that nearly broke his stupid, reckless heart.

"i'm only telling you this because you seem....sad. and i happened to be on your team before everything."

"my team?" is the first thing seonghwa asks, eyebrow cocked causing a slight blush to creep up on mingi face.

"team seonghwa," the boy mumbles almost childishly causing a loud laugh to bubble out of his mouth.

"well thanks," he says, placing his hand on the back of his neck and squeezing nervously, "i'm glad someone was."

mingi's face falters ever so slightly, licking his dry lips. "she really did like you," he mumbles, "i'm sure a part of her still does. but i don't know, her and him, they just..."

"i know," seonghwa says quietly. "and i can't even say i blame her. because i barely knew her but it felt like i was in-" he can't bring himself to say it because then he'll really look even more pathetic and pitiful.

"love at first sight," mingi mumbles, his eyes trailing back over to the table to look at a certain happy, smiley boy. "it's a stupid thing."

seonghwa's eyebrow quirks up, thinking for a second you got yourself into a love rectangle until he sees where his gaze is looking at. a quiet hum leaves his mouth, lips quirking up before he throws his arm around the boy and pats his shoulder reassuringly.

"it is," seonghwa chuckles out, the two boys walking back over to the table, "but maybe you'll have a better luck then me."

"you might still have a chance," mingi says quietly. because from one bleeding heart to another, he can feel just how much he cares about you and wants you to be happy. how loving and and sweet and amazing he'd probably treat you.

seonghwa watches as he approaches the table yeosang whisper in your ear, his lips lingering on your hair as a smile spreads across your face and you push him away playfully.

he's never seen his friend, who right when he hit puberty was known for being an asshole, smile like that. he's never seen his eyes look so light and soft being directed at a person who matched his look of fondness and affection.

"yeah, maybe," seonghwa mumbles, the sinking feeling in his stomach telling him that's probably not the case; but even so, he'll hold on to the hope for just a little longer.

(part 22)

#damn near made this chapter richboy yungi #seonghwa #yeosang #seonghwa angst #seonghwa fluff #yeosang angst #yeosang fluff #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez angst #seonghwa fic #ateez fic

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Comics this week (12/1/2020)?

calvatronlordofall said: Today’s comics?

Far Sector #9: Another comic I won’t understand until it’s done and I can reread the whole thing but that I’m enjoying anyway. Really, really hope Jemisin continues contributing to the medium in some form after this, because she absolutely has a gift for it.

Strange Adventures #7: He doesn’t care for tyranny, folks. And JEEESSSUUUUS, Doc

DCeased: Dead Planet #6: Some quality DC Comics nonsense problem-solving, but not sure at all whether the chips are gonna fall in favor of the stuff about this I’ve been really liking or the aspects I simply don’t care about at all.

Tales From The Dark Multiverse: Wonder Woman: War Of The Gods: While I’ve seen plenty of them around the periphery in anthologies and so forth I think this is Vita Ayala’s first full work I’ve been exposed to, and tbh I can’t say I’m taken, even given the pretty threadbare-seeming material for them to work with. I’ll still give Children of the Atom a try, but my expectations have been lowered. Nice seeing Trish Mulviihill’s colors though, thought they looked familiar and it turns out she worked on my beloved Superman & Bugs Bunny.

Batman: The Adventures Continue #7: Yeah, now that it’s all said and done, definitely the best take on the death and return of Jason Todd.

Batman #104: Art’s taken a hit, but Ghostmaker’s getting more and more fun as a character the more that comes out about him. And surprising seeing Dick in his real Robin suit in flashback, Dark Designs had him still rocking that New 52 abomination. It really seems like the policy RE: costumes in flashbacks with him remains up in the air at any given time?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the long-awaited BatCat?

Anonymous said: Bat/Cat the objectively best comic of the week. Thots.

Batman/Catwoman #1: I imagine disappointingly, quite few - both the best and worst part of this book is that King’s entire spiel on “This is gonna be such a different animal from my regular run, this is my DKR, this is my ultimate prestige statement on the characters” was pure hype, this is just the next issue of his Batman run with Clay Mann as the new main artist. And it’s good! I like it! I think it’d take awhile for anybody to tumble onto the ‘three timelines’ aspect of it if they didn’t go in knowing about it since the color of Catwoman’s suit is the only obvious tipoff for a chunk of it, but it’s still a well-constructed piece of comics in line with the story up to this point, even if it’s so in line with it that it pretty much puts the lie to the notion that this was originally conceived of as a special prestige project in the same way as Strange Adventures or Rorschach. Mostly I’m just struck now that it’s out by the guts of doing a straight sequel to Mask of the Phantasm, given that’s maybe the singularly least divisive major Batman story: everybody on every side of the Batman-loving aisle recognizes it as hallowed ground, so nobody’s gonna not be let down if you fuck it up. I really need to rewatch it, it’s been well over a decade and unlike Return of the Joker my memories of it have almost entirely faded.

Black Widow #4: The further in I get the more I’m struck by the cleverness of the central conceit. How do you construct a drama around a century-old woman whose business has her have to mostly forsake most normal human connection? Make the literal supervillain plot that she’s been forced to have incredibly intimate human connections, and now she’s just gotta deal with that on top of what would otherwise be fairly routine Black Widow stuff.

Miles Morales: Spider-Man #21: Hate to say it folks, but even discounting the severity of the delays this arc’s been a dud. Really hoping it finds its feet again soon.

King In Black #1: Holy cow, this was ass. I went in thinking “well, I’ve resigned myself to having to get this to understand the crossovers into books I’m already getting and tie-in minis I do care about, but Cates still has a baseline level of competency so it should still be perfectly readable”, but this is just...nothing. This is that modern Dan Jurgens tier where it’s so bland and perfunctory and inoffensively executed it loops back around to infuriating, except Dan Jurgens’s writing if nothing else at least doesn’t strut around in tangible self-regard as the next great sales-shattering triumph of the Punk Rock God Of Comixxx like Cates’. And when was the last Marvel event on this scale with such little hype behind it? Even Empyre seemed like it had more weight on arrival, and much as I enjoyed it I’m pretty sure that book mainly existed to fill space until we got this. Maybe it’s just the circle I run in. I swear I remember Thanos Wins being pretty fun, and I just reread Atomahawk and that was still a hoot, so it’s a shame Cates has turned out this way, and worse he’s ended up Marvel’s new golden boy. Unless my dad likes it (and if so hey, he’s not alone, I imagine this is selling gangbusters) I’m sure not grabbing another issue, so I guess I’ll have to do my best with context clues in figuring out what’s going on for...Guardians of the Galaxy, S.W.O.R.D., Daredevil, Namor, Return of the Valkyries, the Joe Fixit Immortal Hulk one-shot, Iron Man/Doctor Doom, and the next book below. Fuck.

The Union #1: I’ve only read Everything Used To Be Black And White for Jack Staff but I was definitely curious what Grist would do here, and it didn’t disappoint! Fun little story, bunch of neat character ideas I’m looking forward to seeing developed further, very lived-in feeling slice of its corner of a superhero world.

Marvels Snapshots: Civil War: An excellent little parable that I’m surprised we didn’t actually see the likes of in ‘06, and frankly worth getting a mediocre Miles Morales arc for (even if it was disappointing that that one had to be where the ball was dropped) if this is where Ahmed’s attention was going instead.

Daredevil #25: So I turned two pages at once and accidentally spoiled myself at the last possible moment for the big reveal of the issue, so that sucks. Still a great issue though - one that manages to function as a logical extension of an incredibly street-level story even though it can only possibly exist as an extrapolation of the wildest excesses of the Marvel universe - but I cannot imagine how the hell the next is gonna cleanly pivot into King in Black shenanigans.

Kill A Man: A new OGN by Steve Orlando, cowritten with Phillip Kennedy Johnson and with art by Al Morgan and letters by Jim Campbell, the reductive though not inaccurate pitch is ‘queer Creed’. But since this is likely to sail under the radar I need to emphasize this is one of Orlando’s absolute best works, a real triumph of the form that’s among the best comics of the year (good GOD does this put to shame 99% of superhero comics fight scenes by the end), and a must-buy for any fans of his work. I’m just gonna let how hard the title and solicit text go speak for themselves:

“As a child, James Bellyi watched his father die in the ring as payback for slurs thrown at the other fighter. Today, he's a Mixed Martial Arts star at the top of his game, and one of the most popular fighters in the world...until he's outed as gay in his title shot press conference. Abandoned overnight by his training camp, his endorsements, his fans and his sport, to regain his title shot Bellyi is forced to turn to the last person he ever wants to see again: Xavier Mayne, a gay, once-great fighter in his own right...and the man James once watched kill his father.”

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Love After the Fact Chapter 22: Convergence

Adam is sent to Daibazaal to research and eavesdrop. He totally does those things.

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Adam sits in a Daibazaani medical library, digging through records and case studies, nutritional guides and texts on growth spurts, season, and prenatal care. It’s tedious work, and most of it is only applicable to your average Galra, not one with a growing disorder. He'll gather data on what he can, and use it to make inferences in regards to what he can't.

He hasn't heard a single word. Not a whisper. Whatever rumors Lanval spoke of, they're either not here, or someone has gone to great lengths to make sure he doesn't hear about it. Figures. It's probably just some nonsense a few courtiers made up to entertain themselves. What a waste of time.

“I was told you were here.”

Adam looks up, adjusting his reading glasses to better see- “Takashi? What are you doing here?”

The captain smiles, stepping into the room ears-first. “I’ve taken some leave. I’m just out of my season and need a few days to recover.”

“Your- Oh, yes, of course. I forgot. You’re like Keith.”

“Yes. So what brings you to Daibazaal? Please, I’m so bored.”

Adam looks Shiro up and down. He seems quite tired, thinner than he remembers. Instead of leaning in the doorway of the reading room, he’s now leaning against the desk. “It seems boredom might be a good idea, given how you’re unwilling to stand for any length of time.”

“Season is… exhausting.”

A thought occurs to Adam, staring at Shiro. He sits back. “Tell me more. Lance sent me here in person to research such things, so a first-hand account could be invaluable.”

"I suppose. Why in person?"

"He wants me to keep my ears to the walls, listen for signs of unrest. That's all I'll say on the matter."

“Understandable. Well, it’s one of those things people don’t talk about…” Shiro’s smile widens. “But I don’t think it would do any harm. When you’re in season, you’re in this sort of haze. Time holds little meaning and your thoughts aren’t coherent. It can feel like it’s been days when it’s been minutes and minutes when it’s been days. You’re uncomfortable, like a fever but without the temperature. You forget to eat and drink, except for moments of extreme thirst. You’re ah, you’re wet, between your legs and you ache there. You can divine the rest of that.”

“So you what, lie in a daze and wait for a pack of other Galra to come ravage you?” Adam raises an eyebrow, frowning at the Galra.

Shiro laughs, displaying sharp teeth. “No, nothing like that. My gods, you Alteans really do think us animals, don’t you? Well, I wait for that, yes. But to say every sire within a certain radius is fighting for a chance to put a kit in me is absurd!

Our species mates for life, and we only ever have one mate. It’s an incredibly powerful bond, not something to be trivialized. You don’t choose someone at random. First mating while one of you is in season forges the strongest bond possible, but even then, it’s something decided beforehand, when actual consent can be given. When you do have a mate, they’re there to care for you, ensure you do not suffer too harshly. Everything else is meant to come second. ”

Adam stares, sighs. “Well, that was far more useful than everything I have read in the last six vargas. You have my thanks.”

Shiro simply smiles, one ear twitching as Adam types furiously on his datapad. “You really are a strange one. Not like the rest of your species.”

“No, I am not. My people are a foppish, silly gaggle of overgrown children who know little of the harshness this universe has to offer. Those who do are soldiers, and they have seen things they do not wish to speak of.”

“Alteans have never experienced invasion. They have the luxury of feeling safe in their homes.”

“A luxury indeed,” Adam murmurs. Silence stretches on for some time before Shiro speaks again.

“I think it’s high time you see something of Daibazaal's beauty, as opposed to our launchpad and the library.” Shiro stands, offers the slender Altean his arm.

Adam stares at it. “Where will we go?”

“Out of the city. Something… exceptionally rare is about to happen. I’d like for you to witness it with me. Besides, I could use the fresh air.”

“Seems to me what you could really use is a big meal and a good sleep.” Adam looks Shiro up and down, hazel eyes registering… hope. Shiro’s hopeful. He very much wants Adam to come with him. It’s enough to make him blush. He’s not used to this. “V- Very well.”

Adam cautiously takes the Galra captain’s arm. Shiro grins, visibly delighted.

They walk through darkened streets, the citizens still out of their dens, loose clothing drifting on a light breeze as they let pets out, fetch water, watch their children chase some kind of luminescent, flying reptile. It’s quiet, getting quieter by the minute. There’s a certain anticipation humming in the air.

The people watch as they pass by, glances giving way to stares as a well-dressed Altean walks by with a large Galra clearly fresh out of season. Adam ignores their gazes, looks straight ahead. The farther they go, the more red structures give way to red earth and scraggly plants. There is beauty here, Adam believes, if only his people could learn to appreciate something different. Perhaps it’s beautiful because it’s different.

“How has my… ‘brother’ -I think that’s the word- been these last few phoebs? He’s written to me, but it’s difficult to tell if he’s lying in writing.”

“He’s adjusting well. He’s begun training select men in combat on Alfor's orders. He threw a man across the room for disrespecting him. Lance particularly enjoyed it… Lance is the one beginning to struggle, I think."

“How so?”

“He’s essentially raising his spouse. It makes him uncomfortable. He said the other day it almost feels like he’s grooming him or manipulating him.”

Shiro throws his head back with a laugh. “Well you can tell your prince that there’s not a person alive that can groom or manipulate my brother into anything. He’s a stubborn little brat that does exactly what he wants. He follows orders because he chooses to. If he disagrees, he doesn't follow.”

“Sounds like he does what he wants either way.” Adam finds himself smiling at the humor, the fondness in Shiro’s voice as he talks about the youth he calls his brother.

“Exactly.” Shiro’s smile turns sly as they pass the last of the dens. “You know… there’s really only one reason I can think of that Lance would worry about such a thing.”

“And what reason is that?”

“They’re growing close.”

“They are, though independently from one another. Both are laboring under the delusion that they’re the only one developing feelings. Which begs the question: How can two strikingly intelligent, beautiful people be so singularly stupid?”

“A question for the moons. Speaking of which, we’re here. Sort of.”

In front of them is a rickety-looking bridge, wood and vines strung together, ends wrapped and woven around a pair of boulders on either side. They’re standing on the edge of a massive chasm. Leaning over, Adam can see water far, far below. “Hypothetical question: If I were to be thrown off this bridge, would I survive?”

“No. But don't worry. I won't let that happen. Now come on. You're about to see something incredibly rare and unbelievably beautiful.” Shiro somehow manages to slip Adam’s hand down to his own, guiding him onto the bridge. Adam hesitates, though he’s not sure if it’s due to the warm hand fully encompassing his or to the terrifying drop below. “You’re safe, Adam. I promise.”

Adam meets Shiro’s gray eyes, sees a smile there, takes a deep breath, takes a step. The bridge creaks beneath his feet, but he barely notices, following those ears that are always following him. Once they reach the middle of the bridge, Shiro does something almost as horrifying as being thrown off the bridge: he sits, tugs Adam down beside him.

Shiro sighs, swings his legs back and forth over the edge. He’s gazing straight ahead, fur glistening in pale moonlight. Adam follows his gaze, eyes growing wide. Two moons, enormous and full, hover over the canyon, nestled perfectly between its walls. As they watch, the silver moon begins to cover the golden one.

“Wow.”

“Tonight is a complete superimposition. Thanks to actual mass and some weird science stuff involving magnetic somethings and polarity and other stuff I don’t understand, we’re fortunate that our little system is stable with moons this size. And that superimposition won’t destroy us all. Instead it’s just… remarkably beautiful.”

Adam watches, sitting silent, the drop below forgotten as the two moons find the same center, blindingly bright, outshining the stars. Subconsciously, he leans perhaps a spot to the left, head and shoulder resting against Shiro’s side. He's not sure if he wants to keep his eyes open and watch or close them and savor the moment.

“Better than your research?” Shiro murmurs.

“Much better. Although if anyone asks, I never left the library.”

“Of course not. You only care about your work... Thank you for joining me.”

Adam hums, eyes half-closed as the moons gently slide past one another, quiet and discreet, rising high into the sky. It's a fleetingly short display, like an eclipse. He has no more reason to stay here, now that the show is over, but he finds himself unwilling to move, soaking up the warmth of Shiro’s body as more and more warmth leeches from the seemingly arid planet.

“We should get back before we freeze. It’s only gonna get colder.”

Adam sighs, nods, sits up so Shiro can stand. The moment is well and truly over, and worldly concerns -like hypothermia- have returned. Yet something lingers, hovering between them like warmth as they return to their realities.

It lingers as Adam returns tirelessly to his research, as Shiro brings him something to eat. When Adam finally surrenders to his burning eyes and aching head, he realizes that Shiro never left. He’s still there, asleep with his head on the desk.

For the first time in his life, Adam’s not sure what to do. So he leaves a note, steals some tablets, goes home. Wheeling his craft around for one last glance, he gets a ping on his comms device.

See you soon?

-Takashi

Adam bites his lip. He knows far better than this. Nobility though he may be, he's the crown prince's attendant. It's not his place to go fooling around with captains. And yet...

Hopefully

-Adam

The sad part is, Adam really is hopeful. This is going to be a major pain in his ass.

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Last chapter: Flatmate

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

…in which they live happily ever after.

Word count: 6.8k

Chapter 16: Falling Like The Stars - Their best friends get married.

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A/N: This is it, guys. The last flatmate chapter. It's time to say goodbye to our favorite characters!

"Y/N, what are you doing in there?!"

After three more knocks on his flatmate's bedroom door, Harry was losing his patience. He'd been waiting outside for five minutes already and still hadn't got a single answer from her.

Why had he wanted a flatmate in the first place? Oh right, to split the rent. That was the only reason. But he should've thought about the overall cost which definitely had exceeded the benefits of sharing a flat with someone he couldn't stand. Now, he was paying for it.

He raised his fist to knock again, but then the door swung open and Y/N poked her head out, glaring at him.

"Oh, you're alive," he said, only to receive a disappointed frown.

"Go. Away," she grumbled, about to slam the door when he jammed his foot in to stop her quickly.

"Nuh-uh, darling. We need to talk about last night."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is."

"No, there isn't."

"Yes, there is."

"No, there—" Y/N stopped and waved him off. "You know what? This is ridiculous."

As she attempted to shut the door in his face, he quickly put his hand on it and stepped forward, forcing her to lean back, her eyes bulging. He thought it was hilarious how flustered she was every time he got a bit too close.

Smirking, Harry tilted his head and lowered his voice. "What is more ridiculous is you being mad at me for having sex in my room."

"Are you kidding me?" Y/N crossed her arms, her jaw fell slack. "No, I'm not mad at you for having sex. That's all you've been doing since we moved in together."

He stuck out his bottom lip and gave a nod to agree.

"You still don't know why I'm mad at you?"

Her question left him tongue-tied. He parted his lips, about to deny it, only to realize he didn't actually know the reason.

"Okay." She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath. "Remember when we first moved into this flat and you broke my vase?"

"'Accidentally' broke your vase."

"Whatever. You broke my vase. I bought a new one. And last night while you were having sex—" Y/N's arm straightened as she pointed to her right. "Against that wall! You knocked over my new vase and broke it as well!"

"How the fuck could I have known you put your vase there?!"

"Then you shouldn't have fucked your girl against the wall between our rooms! I've let you get away with it too many times before!"

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry then," he breathed, lifting his shoulders in a half shrug. "I'm sorry for fucking someone in my room. I'll make sure to do that in the living room or the kitchen next time! Happy?"

Y/N held his gaze for a long moment before she let out a humorless scoff, "you're an asshole. You know that?"

Of course Harry knew that. It wasn't the first time he'd heard someone say it, and certainly wasn't the first time he'd heard it from her. Still, it kind of hurt his feelings when she pushed him back and slammed the door in his face. He tried knocking again, but the only response he got this time was the sound of her locking her door. He had no right to get angry. But he did. Mostly because he couldn't explain why he felt hurt by her reaction.

Stepping back, he gave a short mirthless laugh and raised his voice to make sure she heard every word loud and clear, "have fun eating alone! Let's see how long you can avoid me."

"Y/N! You can't avoid me forever!"

"Nobody's avoiding you, Stephanie," Y/N said as soon as she opened the door and greeted her neighbor with a heavy sigh. It was 7 AM. She was super weary and her belly was aching, but she assumed it was because she was close to her due date. Harry had left home early to prepare for an important meeting and she had overslept so now she was late for work. The last thing she needed was for Stephanie to waste more of her time.

"What do you want?" she asked, slightly annoyed by the blonde who was barefoot in the hallway and wearing only her nightgown. But Y/N wasn't so shocked for she knew this woman was batshit crazy.

"Where the fuck is Tiger?"

"How am I supposed to know? He's your cat," Y/N calmly replied. "Look, I'm having a bad morning, so—"

"Oh, so 'a bad morning' does exist in the Styles household then?" Stephanie snorted, her hands resting on her hips. "Where's Harry? Did he finally come to his senses and ask for a divorce? Is he living with his mistress now?"

"Uh, no?" Y/N's face contorted. "I'm having a bad morning because I'm late for work and my crazy neighbor is wasting my time."

She tried to shut the door but Stephanie slammed her hand right on it. "Mrs. Woods said she saw Tiger with your little cat this morning."

"Treasure is with Nam, so Tiger is probably with them," Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, but Stephanie's reaction left her confused. Her neighbor looked so...scared? Why was she scared?

"Did you—" Stephanie swallowed, her eyes widened at Y/N's feet. "Did you just pee or your water just broke?"

It was only then that Y/N looked down and saw the puddle between her feet. Her body stiffened at once. Stephanie, on the other hand, was making weird noises while fanning herself and panting like it was her who needed help.

"It's happening," Y/N mumbled as she shoved her hair away from her face, trying to stay calm, yet Stephanie's reaction wasn't really helping.

"Oh my God! Holy fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!" the blonde gasped. "Are you gonna give birth right here?! I'm scared of blood and babies! I think I'm gonna faint!"

"No!" Y/N bolted forward to catch Stephanie's arm before she could run. The woman was shaking when Y/N squeezed her shoulders, looked straight into her eyes and whispered, "I need you to take me to the hospital."

"Me?! Why—"

"Shut the fuck up and take me to the hospital, Steph!"

"Okay!" Stephanie screamed back, nodding so fast her head could fall off.

Now shaking, Y/N went inside to grab her coat and locked the door on her way out, but then the contractions intensified and she had to hold onto Stephanie as they headed toward the lift. She needed Harry now!

Here we go again, Harry told himself.

Every time they fought about something he'd done, his flatmate would give him the silent treatment. And despite telling himself he didn't care about her, Harry had always been the first to apologize.

Why was someone like him scared of a silly girl, you may ask?

Well, first off, Y/N wasn't a silly girl. She was one of the smartest people he knew, and sometimes she reminded him of his big sister Gemma. Whenever Y/N was mad at him, he was scared of her in the same way he was scared of Gemma. It wasn't the same fear Layla brought upon him. Gemma wouldn't hit him when he made her angry. She just stopped talking to him and started avoiding him, which was even worse, because she was his sister and he loved her and was afraid of losing her. So it was nonsensical to compare Y/N, someone he strongly disliked, to Gemma, one of the only two people he truly loved. But then it made him think harder. Was he scared of losing Y/N too? No! That was crazy. Impossible! But there was no other explanation for this.

Oh well, he hoped he'd figure it out someday. Soon, hopefully. Now, he had a bigger problem to deal with: Y/N was supposed to come home an hour ago and she didn't answer her phone.

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't let her get to him. He wouldn't let her win by being the first person to reach out. Because if that girl kept on winning, she would one day have complete control over him (not that he actually believed it was possible). But once again, he found himself pacing back and forth in his living room, biting his nails and waiting for her to reply to his texts or call him back.

"She's probably talking to one of the neighbors again," he told himself yet didn't stop pacing. "Right? It happened before. You were scared shitless but it turned out she was fine. You're overreacting, dickhead. If she saw you now, she'd laugh in your face."

His monologue was interrupted by his loud ringtone and his heart almost flew out of his chest. Unfortunately, it wasn't Y/N. It was their neighbor Ben, who had probably forgotten to lock the door again.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, Ben, what's up mate?"

"It's about Y/N, she—"

"She's not here right now." Harry blew out his cheek as he looked at his front door. "I don't know where she is. She doesn't answer her phone and—"

"I know," Ben said. "I'm with her in the hospital."

The hospital?!

"Wait, what—what happened?" Harry faltered as he felt a big lump in his throat.

With a sigh, Ben told him, "she had food poisoning and asked me to drive her to the hospital. She told me not to tell you but—"

"Text me the address."

"Wait, Harry—"

"Now, Ben."

Just like that, Harry grabbed his car key and bolted out of the flat. Y/N was the only thing left on his mind.

"...then at 12 PM, you'll have lunch with Mr. Nakamura from Sato to discuss launching their new business in the UK market. At 2 PM, you'll meet our new potential client to discuss marketing spend optimization on digital channels and—"

"Thank you, Marie. Just email me the whole schedule."

"Yes, sir."

Harry gave his assistant a smile and told her to get him a black coffee before he entered the meeting room.

As usual, he greeted everyone at the table and sat down in his chair so they could start as soon as possible. Every meeting with Harry was like a quiz show. He asked questions and expected confident answers from the attendees, who knew him well enough to not show up unprepared. That was how every meeting with him stayed productive and efficient.

Y/N would joke about his CEO persona all the time after seeing how he talked to his employees. CEO Harry was so different from everyday Harry. He was super serious at work, especially during formal meetings when he did very little talking. He normally just sat back and listened, and he hated when someone distracted him while someone else was speaking. Marie, his assistant, should know that better than anyone else.

"Mr. Styles!"

The redhead burst into the room, causing the presenter to stop talking as all eyes fell on her. Annoyed, Harry waved his hand for Marie to leave and for the person standing at the other end of the table to continue. But the girl didn't listen and walked in anyway.

"Mr. Styles, this is—"

"Marie," Harry finally spoke, turning his chair to look at the girl now standing right beside him. "Just email me the schedule."

"It's not...it's not that..." she breathed and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

The chatter got louder as everyone started second-guessing what was going on, but all Harry could hear was those words Marie had just said to him. He rose from his seat, casually apologized for having to leave and told his assistant to take notes of everything and send it to him later. And of course, no one dared to ask him why.

He managed to maintain his CEO persona all the way to the lift, but the moment he arrived at the multistory car park, he started sprinting for his life to the car.

He started the engine and got the hell out as fast as he could. It felt like he was in a car chase scene in an action movie when his Range Rover swerved around corners and his adrenaline was pumping. But reality wasn't as cool as movies. He still had to stay within the speed limit, stop at red lights, and try not to run someone over and get arrested before he could even see his daughter's face.

As if he wasn't stressed out enough, Layla had to blow up his phone. He almost didn't answer, but she kept on calling so he had to put her on speaker.

"Hey, where the fuck are you?!" she shouted before he could speak. "She's going into labor!"

"I'll be there shortly."

"Wait, wait, Y/N wants to talk to you."

"Hey, baby!" His wife's voice was strained and breathy so he could imagine how painful those contractions were. "Can you come home and—and get the stuff we've packed for me and Ria?"

"Shit, I can't make a U-turn here, give me thirty minutes. You need anything else, love?"

"Get yourself some clothes too, you might have to stay with us for a few days."

"Should I grab something nice for pictures or whatever? I mean—"

"Harry, a baby is gonna come out of my FUCKING vagina! Just grab a t-shirt and get your ass over here!"

Harry's mouth snapped shut and he turned the car around so fast he almost ran a cyclist over. Looking into his rearview mirror, he saw the poor man get back up with his bike and raise his middle fingers in the air. Well, at least he was okay.

So much for treating people with kindness, Harry thought as he kept on driving.

Harry hated a lot of things, and the hospital was definitely in his top five. Now he hated Y/N for making him go in there when he was still healthy and alive.

As the nurse took him to see her, he tried to distract himself from the awful distinctive smell of the hospital with a thousand thoughts. Then it occurred to him that he could be the reason she'd ended up having food poisoning. She must have eaten the leftovers in the fridge because she hadn't eaten dinner with him last night.

Great, it all circled back to him. Maybe she was better off living with someone else. Wait, what if she had already considered that? What if—

"Harry?"

Her soft voice pulled him back to reality and he found himself standing at the door of her hospital room. She was lying on the bed with Ben sitting right by her side. The older man stood up right when he saw Harry and told Y/N, "you'll thank me later" before marching straight to the door. He stopped in front of Harry, patted him on the back and told him he got this before heading out.

I got this, Harry reassured himself as he sucked in a breath, but as soon as he closed the door and saw the look on his flatmate's face, he knew he hadn't got this, not at all.

"Did Ben ask you to come here?" she questioned, arms crossed over her chest. She was obviously still mad but he felt hopeful when she didn't ask him to go.

"He told me you were here. I wanted to come," he said timidly.

Y/N gave him the side eyes and was quiet for a moment before jerking her head toward the chair by her bed. "Sit down," she said.

He quickly did as he was told, no question asked. His bashfulness seemed to amuse her as she pressed her lips together to hide a grin, but he spotted it right away and now his heart didn't know how to slow down.

"How—" he broke the silence. "How are ya feeling?"

"Well, better than this morning." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away when meeting his eyes.

He waited for her to continue but she didn't, so he went on, "when are you coming home?" Harry swallowed hard as her eyes fell back on him.

"Home?"

"I mean...our flat."

He couldn't believe he'd said home. It just felt like it was home. Well, at least for him.

"Tomorrow." She smiled, making his stomach clench. "Enjoy the only night without me."

That was exactly what he'd wanted before. Y/N rarely left their flat. She didn't have many friends and she preferred the comfort of her room to the rowdiness of social gatherings. He had wished that she would go out for just one night and didn't come back until the next morning so he could do whatever, and fuck whoever he wanted without having to worry about starting another fight with her. Yet, now that he finally got what he'd wished for, he only wanted...her.

"Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"

His question surprised them both. He wasn't even aware of him saying it until he saw the look on Y/N's face. She was surprised and speechless and perplexed at the same time.

Thinking for a second, she said, "are you sure? Ben said that couch wasn't very comfortable."

"It's just one night." He chuckled. "Besides, someone has to look after you."

"I'm in the hospital, H! I'm surrounded by people with medical degrees whose job is to look after me."

"They can't be here twenty-four seven!" he argued.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N smacked her forehead and dissolved into laughter, making it impossible for Harry to keep a straight face.

"The worst case scenario is me throwing up all over these white sheets...again," she said. "Besides, I only ate some bad food. It's not like I'm dying."

Harry didn't know if he was only imagining things, but he could've sworn his heart had just skipped a beat when Y/N flashed him another smile.

"I'M DYING! I AM DYING! I'M DYING!"

"No, baby, you're not, you—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Harry had seen a woman giving birth in many movies before and even imagined himself as the poor husband, who would most likely faint when he saw the baby's head coming out of his wife's vagina. But this wasn't anything like he'd thought he'd experience.

With each contraction, his wife screamed and squeezed his hand and he had to stop himself from screaming too because her pain was a hundred times worse. Had he been there alone with her, he would've passed out hours ago. Thank God, her sister and Layla were also there to help them get through this.

Maisie was probably the calmest because she'd done this before. She was sitting on the other side of the bed, facing Harry and holding Y/N's left hand. "It's okay," she said. "You're a strong girl. You can do this." Still, it didn't stop Y/N from bawling like her guts were being ripped out.

"I love you, baby. I'm so proud of you." Harry pressed his lips against her temple and started stroking her dampened hair. She was soaked in sweat and she couldn't even open her eyes. Meanwhile, Layla was biting her nails and pacing back and forth near the entrance. She was just as scared as Harry was, but she had refused to wait outside like Niall because she wanted to see Asteria before the others.

"You gotta keep pushing, sweetie. You got this," said the female doctor.

Harry's throat was dry and he felt like his insides were on fire. He kept stroking her hair and his voice was hoarse when he tried to pacify her. His words, however, were almost useless at this point.

"You did this to me!" Her body shook as she sobbed, her face was red and twisted in pain. "You fucked me! This is all your fault!"

Harry was freaking out so he could only nod and agree with everything she said. "Yes, baby, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

"No, you're not!" she barked at him. "You're not going anywhere near my cunt again!"

Layla's loud cackle got everyone's attention so she cleared her throat and gave a shrug. "What? It was the first time I heard her say 'cunt'!"

"Hello?!! I'm the one giving birth here!"

"Shit, right!" Layla gasped and rushed toward the bed to kneel beside Harry. "Push, bitch! The harder you push the sooner this will be over!"

"You're doing great, sweetie! The head is out!" the doctor told Y/N, who gave her husband an agonizing smile as he got up from the floor, enthusiastic to see his baby for the first time.

"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S A BLOODY HEAD!"

"Harry!" all the women shouted at him.

"No, like literally a bloody head!"

"That's your daughter, asshole!"

"I know, baby! I'm just freaking out!"

"You're freaking out?! I'm the one with the bloody head coming out of my—" That sentence was left unfinished as the scream tore through Y/N like a great shard of glass. The scream came again, desperate as the blood drained from her face.

In Harry's intense silence, his eyes were wide with horror, mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile. Her nails were digging into his arm, possibly leaving marks but all he could pay attention to was the deafening sound of his heart beating in his ears.

"One more time!" the doctor encouraged.

With a guttural grunt, Y/N gave one final push and the only sound they could hear was heavy panting of all the people in the room. Then, at last, came the baby's high-pitched cry.

Harry knew he must have looked like an idiot as he burst into tears in an instant, yet he couldn't help it. He started it and now Y/N, Layla, and Maisie were crying too. The doctor put Asteria in her mother's arms and Harry kneeled back down to kiss his wife again and again. He couldn't believe it. That was his beautiful daughter. She was here and this was real. They'd made it.

"Hello baby girl," Y/N whispered as she carefully held her daughter close to her chest. "You just made the whole family cry for you."

Ben wasn't kidding when he said that couch was uncomfortable. Harry had been tossing and turning for almost two hours, and he still couldn't find a good position to fall asleep in. As a result, he was sitting in the chair by Y/N's bed, just...watching her sleep instead.

Okay, this is creepy, he thought. This reminded him of that Twilight movie he'd watched with her a couple of weeks ago. He had even joked about what a creep the vampire dude was for watching his girlfriend sleep. Now here he was, watching Y/N sleep and she wasn't even his girlfriend.

Despite so, once he'd started, he couldn't stop. There was something so therapeutic about watching her sleep. He liked the softness in her features. She looked so lovely when she wasn't frowning at everything he said and did, but this couldn't come close to how she looked whenever she smiled. And he bet her skin was super soft.

Wait, where did that come from? Why was he thinking about that? Shit! Now it was the only thing he could think about.

He had never touched her before so he wouldn't know how soft her skin was. And he was curious. He wanted to know. So maybe he should—

Biting his lip, Harry gently touched her cheek with his forefinger and withdrew his hand immediately as she stirred and released a long breath. Thank God, she didn't wake up, otherwise he would've died from embarrassment.

He chuckled lowly when she lifted her hand and rubbed the spot on her cheek where his fingertip had touched.

"Why can't you be this cute all the time?" he whispered.

If she had been awake, she definitely would've heard him. But she wasn't awake, and he was too exhausted to keep his thoughts to himself. "You have to get better, alright?" he continued, keeping his voice quiet and low. "Get better and come home with me."

Home. He'd used that word again. But now that she wasn't listening, he didn't even bother to correct himself.

Home. He liked the sound of that.

He sat there with his chin on his palm and watched her sleep for another half an hour until exhaustion told him to get some rest. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5 AM already. There was no point sleeping now that the sun was coming up in only two hours. Harry thought he should go buy a can of coffee at the vending machine to wake himself up.

As his brain was weary from the lack of sleep, he didn't quite remember where that bloody machine was, and so he wandered aimlessly down the long corridor, eyes squinting and trying to adjust to the bright light. He kept on walking and walking, and eventually found himself outside the newborn nursery.

He was lost and should probably go find that vending machine so he could get back to Y/N. But no matter what his brain told him, his body refused to comply as his feet stayed glued to the spot. He stood there and looked through the massive window into the room. That were three rows of bassinets and...a lot of babies. He had never seen a newborn before and now he was seeing about ten of them.

"Which one is yours?"

The voice caused him to jerk away.

"Sorry for scaring ya," said the stranger. He was tall and lanky, around forty years old and Harry took a wild guess that he was the father of one of those ten babies in there.

"I'm not..." Harry stuttered. "Uh...I'm not a father."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, no! That's not what I meant!" the young man shook his head quickly. "I was looking for the vending machine and I got lost."

"Shit, sorry, mate." The man burst out laughing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He probably expected Harry to leave right away, but he was still standing there.

"Which one is yours?" Harry asked the stranger.

Smiling, the man pointed into the room. "First row. Third one from the right."

"A girl?"

"Yup. My sweet little princess."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you." The man cracked a smile as he patted Harry on the shoulder. "Who knows? You could be standing here again a few years later."

Harry snorted and almost said that would never happen. But then his phone started buzzing in his pocket and he had to excuse himself to answer the call from Y/N.

"Where are you?" she asked the second he said 'hello'.

"I'm getting some coffee. Ya need something?"

"No...I-I woke up and I didn't see you so..."

"Oh." He licked his lip as his eyes shifted back to the babies. "I...um...I'll be back in five minutes."

"Okay...cool."

"Okay. Cool."

Just like that, he hung up. He didn't need to say a word because his pink cheeks had already spoken for him.

"Girlfriend?" the man asked with a smile.

Smiling back, he put his phone away and said, "more like a problem."

"Aren't they all?" The man jokingly rolled his eyes. "You should probably go. I'm gonna get back to my wife."

"Alright. It's good talking to you."

Just like that, Harry watched the nameless stranger walk away.

"Do you think Ria would ever forgive me?"

Niall's question made Harry chuckle. His best friend had insisted that they came to the newborn nursery to see Ria, because he felt bad for not being there when she first arrived. The longer they watched Ria sleeping in her bassinet, the more guilty Niall seemed. Harry thought it was hilarious and he had to reassure his mate. "I don't think Ria will remember this day let alone know who were with her in the delivery room."

"You're right." Niall breathed as his eyes fixated on the baby girl. "But if she ever asks, tell her uncle Niall was there."

"You're expecting me to lie to my baby girl?"

"Hey, I've lied to your other baby girl for you plenty of times before!" Niall stabbed a finger at Harry. "Remember that time you thought you had a whole ass child with another woman?!"

"Okay, let's not mention that while I'm looking at my actual child, alright?" Harry snorted, rolling his eyes.

They stood there in utter silence for a moment, and once again, Niall was the first to speak. "What was it like in there?" he asked.

Harry had been waiting for this question and he had been correct to assume that it would come from Niall. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he said, "I didn't faint, so it wasn't so bad. But after seeing a head coming out of your wife's vagina, you came out as a different man."

"Wow..." Niall nodded slowly. "That's deep."

The two managed to keep their serious faces for only two more seconds and they both cracked up like two teenage boys. Their laughter only died down when they heard footsteps coming their way and another man joined them in front of the massive window.

Harry didn't have the best memory and that had been proven right every time his wife scolded him for not taking out the trash. But all it took was one glance at this stranger and he knew instantly where and when they had met before.

"Excuse me," he spoke, grabbing the man's attention. "Sorry, you probably don't remember me but we've met before a couple of years ago."

"We have?" The stranger lifted both eyebrows in doubt.

"Yeah." Harry nodded fast. "You were here to see your baby girl and I was looking for a vending machine and got lost."

"Oh, the vending machine boy! Good to see ya!" the stranger exclaimed as he pulled Harry into an unexpected hug and backed away, raising an eyebrow. "So...you got lost again or—"

"No." Harry shook his head and pointed into the room. "That's my baby girl. Second row. First one on the right."

"Congratulations, mate!" The man cackled and patted Harry on the back.

He said his name was Daniel, and he was there because his brother's wife had just delivered a baby today. Harry and Niall also introduced themselves, and Harry told his new friend he had just thought about their conversation a few years back just a minute or two before Daniel arrived.

"I told you one day you'd be standing here again," he said, smiling from ear to ear.

Harry hadn't got a chance to reply when all of a sudden a notification popped up on his phone. He read the text and told Daniel, "sorry, mate. I gotta leave now."

"Your new problem?" The man didn't need to elaborate on that question for Harry already knew what he meant.

"Same one," he answered.

The smile on Daniel's face grew bigger as he said, "then you better not let your problem wait."

"Yeah." Harry chuckled nervously. "I hope she's not still mad at me for not being there when she went into labor."

"Mate, at least you showed up. My brother actually missed the birth of his child this morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He was cycling when he got the news and he went as fast as he could, then some rich bastard in a Range Rover almost ran him over!"

Harry went pallid instantly but Niall still hadn't caught on.

"Hey, Harry, you also drive a Range—"

"Let's go Niall! Y/N's waiting!"

Covering Niall's mouth with one hand, Harry waved goodbye to a confused Daniel and dragged his best friend out of there as fast as possible.

(18 years later)

"Asteria Anne Styles! Go get your brother and come down here right now!"

Arms circled around Y/N's waist, Harry laughed as he pulled her back into the kitchen. "Baby, relax," he whispered while laying kisses on her neck and shoulder. "She just came home last night."

"You're the reason she's like this," she said and turned around to put her hand on his shoulders. "I know she's daddy's little girl, but can you be on my side for once?"

"I'm always on your side." He arched an eyebrow playfully. "Just let her have some more time with her phone, so we can...you know?"

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently sank his teeth into her collarbone. She tossed her head back, her eyes squeezed shut when her bum pressed against the edge of the table. He heard her mumble something about the vase and looked up to make sure it was still sitting nicely on the tabletop. He had bought that vase as an apology gift when she came home after that day in the hospital. He still remembered how she had smiled and told him, "let's see how long it stays with us until you break it again."

Now, many years later, after they had moved into and out of their second flat, and then into this new mansion in North London after Jasper was born, it was still with them, as new as ever.

"It's okay, I'll buy you another if we break it," he growled into her ear, making her giggle and push him away.

"We're not breaking anything because we're not doing anything while the kids are home!"

"Hey, Mr. Styles! Mrs. Styles!"

"Lillie!" The couple jumped apart, eyes widened at the smiley girl standing at the door.

Flustered, Harry cleared his throat to ignore the fact that this eighteen-year-old might have seen him groping his wife's ass. Then with a smile, he said, "Lillie, you need to stop scaring us like that."

Lillie quickly apologized and sat down at the table with her chin on her knuckles, batting her eyelashes at Harry. The man quickly turned to his wife to ask for help, but she was too busy trying not to laugh to say anything.

Lillie was Ria's friend from college. Her family lived in Germany and Ria didn't want her to celebrate Christmas alone at the dorm so she'd brought her home. She was a nice girl and her little crush on Harry, which everybody knew, was completely harmless. Still, it made Harry quite uncomfortable even though both his wife and his daughter thought it was funny.

"Where's Ria, love?" Y/N asked the girl as Harry wrapped an arm around her.

With a slight frown, Lillie said, "she's on the phone."

"Is she still seeing that vampire kid?"

"Babe, you need to stop calling your daughter's boyfriend a vampire."

"He looks like one, okay? That bloke thinks he's so edgy with the stupid haircut and the eyeliners. Our Ria can do better."

"Erik isn't Ria's boyfriend, Mr. Styles." Lillie chuckled. "They were just messing around. I think he started to have feelings for her so she called it quit."

"That's my girl." Harry nodded proudly, only to have his wife swat him on the chest.

"You guys need to stop talking about me and leave the door open like that."

The three stiffened as they heard Ria's voice and their reaction made her cackle. She came to kiss her parents' cheeks and sat down at the table with her best friend.

While her younger brother looked and acted more like Y/N, Ria was almost a female version of her father when he was her age. If the famous last name hadn't given herself away, her brown curls, dimples and green eyes would let everyone know she was the daughter of one of the richest businessmen in the UK. But business wasn't Ria's strong suit. She was an art major student, leaving it all to her brother Jas to take over the CEO chair in the far future.

"You better put that phone away during dinner tonight, young lady," Y/N warned the girl who pouted but did exactly what she'd been told.

"Is aunt Layla coming over?" Ria's face brightened.

"Yes, she is." Y/N snorted. "If only you were that happy to see me."

"Aww, don't be jealous, mum. You're my real mum."

"Only because you didn't get to choose." Y/N rolled her eyes as her daughter hugged her neck and showered her face with kisses, what she'd always done since she was little.

While they were at the table waiting for Y/N to finish making the pie and Jasper to finish whatever he was doing in his room, Harry snapped his fingers to steal Ria's attention away from her phone.

"Who's the boy?" he asked.

"No one," she said and immediately turned her screen off. "You know me, dad. I don't do relationships."

That answer earned her a fist-bump with Harry but then he received a death glare from his wife.

"Do not encourage her, Harry!"

"What? I didn't say anything!" he said, giving Ria a wink when Y/N turned away.

A dimple popped up on her cheek as she went on, "I was actually on the phone with my neighbor."

"You had a two-hour conversation with your neighbor?" Y/N asked, and Lillie burst out laughing.

"I wouldn't say 'conversation', Mrs. Styles. They're always shouting at each other."

Harry and Y/N exchanged looks of confusion as Ria began to explain, "so this jerk just moved into the flat next to mine a week ago, and I swear to you he's the most obnoxious person you'd ever meet." She tucked a curl behind her ear and chuckled. "But before I came back home for the holiday, I'd stolen all of his mails to get back at him."

"He hacked and changed your wifi's password last week and you stole his mails?" Lillie covered her mouth and snickered as Ria gave her shoulder a push.

"I'm not a computer nerd, okay? Who the fuck—"

"Language!"

"Sorry, mum. Who the eff does that?! Can't he pay for his own wifi?!"

"He probably just thinks you're annoying."

Everyone turned to look at the sixteen-year-old boy standing by the door. Now it was clear what he'd been doing in his room for the last two hours. He walked in smelling like an entire cologne showroom, his usually messy curly hair was pushed back and he was wearing the red Christmas sweater grandma had given him last year.

"Oh, hello, Santa's favorite elf."

"Shut up, Ria."

"Jas." Y/N sighed. "Do not tell your sister to shut up. And Ria, please, do not make fun of your brother."

Jasper ignored Ria and merrily asked his parents, "when will aunt Layla and uncle Niall be here?"

"Oh, please, you don't care about them. You're just in love with their daughter."

"Shut up, Ria," the boy grumbled at his sister but his face had turned bright red.

Smiling, Harry kissed his son's forehead and told him, "they'll be here in about an hour, mate. And you look great in that sweater. Audrey will be very impressed."

Ria opened her mouth to make another remark but was interrupted by the loud pop song blasting from her phone. She released the longest sigh when she saw the caller ID. "It's him again. Excuse me."

She got up and walked to the door, but stopped right there to turn back to Harry and Y/N. "Stop looking at me like that. It's not the same."

"What's not the same?" Lillie asked once Ria was gone and Jasper groaned into his palms.

Harry ignored the boy and said, "my wife and I also hated each other a lot when we first met."

"Here we go again!"

"Dad, not again!"

Y/N shook her head as she turned back to the pie. Jas, on the other hand, stood up and headed straight to the door.

"Don't take too long, dad. The Horans will be here soon," he said before walking out.

Lillie had no idea what was going on, but everyone's reaction had got her intrigued.

"Wanna hear a story, Lillie?" Harry asked, and she nodded quickly. She hated stories, unless it was gossip, but she would say yes to anything that came out of his mouth.

"It all began when I rented a new place in London and needed to find a flatmate..."

(end of series)

NEW FICS COMING OUT IN DECEMBER!

❤︎ STAY MINE - the last book in the 'My Girl' Trilogy.

and a new series called...

❤︎ THE CONMAN AND THE MAID

~~~

I'd like to thank each and everyone who has supported this series from the start and stayed with me through all the ups and downs, and also everyone who has just recently discovered this series. I cannot believe this whole universe started out as a blurb request on Tumblr about fuckboy Harry taking care of his sick flatmate and now it's a trilogy. Our babies have come so far since 'Under The Weather'. It's all thanks to you! I'm very excited and looking forward to sharing my future stories with you guys!

I will post the official announcements for these fics in mid-November. Stay tuned!

Love, Allie.

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Pavlov’s Do(n)g

Summary: Richie had trained his dick to respond to darkness. He never thought it would get him in trouble, until he found himself in the middle of a blackout with his best friend, and a very well trained dong. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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“If you ever listened to me and actually cleaned your fucking room, we wouldn’t be in this- OW!”

There was a loud clatter as Eddie stumbled over a pile of clothes and fell chest first into Richie’s dresser.

“Even if I cleaned my room, that still wouldn’t mean we’d find anything-”

“Everything should have its place!” Eddie interrupted sternly.

“Not everyone is as neurotic as you, Eds.” Richie rolled his eyes, a gesture gone unnoticed in the darkness of his dorm room.

The power had gone out minutes ago while the two were in the middle of a Fortnight tournament. Eddie had immediately switched into survival mode and began rummaging around Richie’s tiny room for a flashlight, even though Richie had insisted he didn’t own one.

Eddie kept his hands on the dresser after righting himself again, using it to feel his way back to Richie’s bed. He felt the soft cotton graze his leg and sunk down next to Richie with a sigh of defeat.

“Do you at least have any power on your phone?” Eddie asked, pulling his own phone out of his pocket to check.

He felt Richie rustle beside him and heard the telltale click of a button, but no light illuminated the space.

“Nope, dead as a doorknob.” Richie responded, chucking his phone in the direction of his nightstand. A thud announced that it hit the floor instead.

“Why do they say that anyway? Dead as a doorknob? I mean, it doesn’t make any sense. Something can’t be dead if it was never alive, right? Unless dead is just a synonym for inanimate, in which case, are dead people just inanimate ob-”

Eddie tuned him out as Richie continued to ramble. His own phone reflected back at him with only 12% battery. He cursed himself for being too distracted by video games to plug in his phone when he’d needed to. He quickly switched his phone to power saving mode and tucked it away. When he zoned back in, Richie was still ranting.

“- and in that case, does it hurt when we use them? Like, when we squeeze a doorknob, are we actually squeezing its nose?”

Eddie blinked back at Richie’s vague outline with incredulity, before his sigh dissolved into giggles.

“You totally just ripped off Alice in Wonderland.”

“What? No I didn’t?” Richie defended confidently.

“You’re thinking of that scene at the beginning of the movie where Alice finds a talking door and she squeezes it’s knob-nose.”

Richie was silent for a moment.

“Whatever, Walt Disney can suck my dick.”

The pair laughed for a bit before settling into silence, which was particularly deafening during a blackout. The only sound that could be heard were the passing cars outside the dorm, and the slow drip of the faucet in Richie’s bathroom that he’d been refusing to fix for three months now.

Richie’s leg began bouncing anxiously, the complete lack of stimulation already eating away at his nerves.

“This suuuuuccckkssss.” Richie whined.

“Hey, at least you’re not alone.” Eddie offered.

“It’d be better if I was alone!”

“Okay, Ouch.”

“Then I could just beat my meat until the power came back.”

“Ugh, Rich-”

“But now I’m just bored.”

“Hmm, poor you.”

Richie sighed. “I’m sorry Eds, I just get restless when I’m not doing something with my hands.”

“I know.” Eddie conceded; Richie’s ADHD could sometimes be an overwhelming feat for him to handle on his own.

He reached over to put a comforting hand on Richie’s jiggling leg, but the darkness had a way of throwing one’s coordination off.

Both boys froze as Eddie’s hand touched down on Richie’s crotch. Richie’s crotch, which was hard. Wait, why was Richie hard?

“I… uh…” Richie stammered while Eddie hastily pulled his hand away.

“I’m, uh, fuck, sorry.” Richie continued to stumble over his words as Eddie’s face flared hotter by the second.

“My roommate’s like, always here. He never fucking leaves, so I have to wait until he’s asleep to like, you know, have little Richie time, and now he just responds to darkness on his own. I swear to god, it’s like… fucking Pavlov’s dog. PAVLOV’S DICK! I PAVLOV’S DOG’D MY DICK!”

It took Eddie a minute for the words to truly sink in. The silence that stretched between them nearly became suffocating, and Richie was gearing up to begin rambling again, if for no other reason than to just drown out the quiet, when suddenly Eddie was laughing. Not just small titters, but full-blown belly laughs. He fell to his side, curling in on himself, laughter pooling all around him as he struggled to breathe.

“It’s not funny!” Richie protested with an almost indistinguishable lilt of humor in his tone.

“It’s… SO… funny!” Eddie wheezed between giggles.

Richie’s chuckles finally joined Eddie’s as the absurdity of the situation settled in.

Their laughter was interspersed with shouted puns, only half thought out and bordering on nonsense, but as they threw back and forth terms like ‘Pavlov’s Do(n)g’ or ‘Cock-turnal’, their tension bled away.

“Screw saving power, I need to tell the group chat about this.” Eddie grabbed his phone out of his pocket and began unlocking it with mischievous intent.

“Edward Spaghedward, I will kill you!” Richie yelled as he flung his body on top of Eddies to knock the phone out of his hand.

Eddie wrestled under Richie’s weight for a moment, struggling to reach for his phone now laying amongst the mess of Richie’s room. He could feel the laughter rumble through Richie’s chest, now pressed against his own which mimicked the same sound. Once Richie pinned his arms to the bed, he realized he couldn’t break free. Eddie let himself go limp, a sound of discontent accompanying a pout.

“Well, way to go Rich, my phone is now lost forever in the sea of your filth.” Eddie joked.

“It’s not that bad.” Richie objected.

“We still haven’t found Ben’s history text book and it’s been three months.”

“In my defense, there’s no evidence that Ben actually lost it in here.”

“You two were studying when he lost it.”

“…I plead the fifth.”

Eddie tried to laugh but struggled under the bulk of Richie’s body.

“Are you gonna move any time soon? You’re crushing my ribs.”

Richie shimmied a little bit while making a humming noise.

“Mmmm nope, don’t think so.”

“You asshole.” Eddie mumbled. He began to wriggle aggressively, trying to slide Richie off him enough to escape. What escaped instead was a barely audible moan from Richie’s mouth.

For the second time that evening they both froze again, going rigid under the pressure of an untold explanation. Eddie moved again, mimicking his actions from before, but this time slower. Richie hissed through his teeth and tightened his grip on Eddie’s wrists.

“Mind not moving around so much, Eds?” Richie tried to joke, his voice giving way to nerves instead.

That’s when Eddie felt it, the unmistakable outline of Richie’s erection straining against his leg. In all their joking around, they had both forgotten about Richie’s circumstance.

Eddie’s not sure why, blame it on the anonymity of darkness if you will, but his hips began to move again. Another swivel, even slower than the last, and much more calculated. He waited with baited breath, listening closely for a sign from Richie.

It came moments later in a shaky exhale. Eddie felt Richie’s hair tickle his cheek as he lowered his head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Eddie…” Richie cautioned. “What are you doing.”

“Solving your problem…” Eddie braved, another swivel of his hips.

Richie let go of Eddie’s wrists then, sending panic into Eddie’s swimming thoughts. He’d already begun constructing his apology when he felt Richie’s hands resettle themselves on his hips.

His grip was softer, hesitant, as if he feared being burned. Eddie stayed as still as possible, inviting his touch with patience.

The next move had them both groaning, as Richie held down Eddie’s hips and ground into him.

Richie’s cock was noticeably harder than before, the subtle friction enough to get him from half to fully erect, but Eddie was following embarrassingly close behind.

Richie’s head was still tucked into the crook of Eddie’s neck, his sped-up breath leaving trails of heat along Eddie’s collarbone.

The first kiss was unexpected. Eddie’s full body shivered as Richie continued to place kisses along the column of his neck, his hips now settled into a slow rhythm against Eddie’s own. It amplified a growing need in Eddie that had only begun to rear its head mere minutes ago.

With shaky hands, Eddie reached out to tangle his fingers in familiar black curls, pulling Richie a little closer. His mouth had moved to Eddie’s jaw, nipping at the sharp angles of soft flesh. Eddie tilted his head towards the warmth, his own mouth ghosting against Richie’s.

For a moment there was nothing but shared breaths. Their lips grazed, Eddie could feel the promise of Richie’s kiss so close, yet both were too scared to cross the line.

As Eddie’s heartbeat threatened to crack a rib, he took a leap of faith.

“Richie…” He moaned, far more desperate than he’d intended.

Richie surged forward, connecting their lips in fervor, unable to hold himself back from temptation any longer.

Simultaneously, they let their walls fall away, filling each other with nothing but desire. Richie prodded Eddie’s lips with his tongue, licking into his mouth when Eddie opened up. Their tongues melded together, their pace starting slow but heating up fast. When Eddie whimpered, Richie’s hands seemed to wander instinctively.

The strong grip disappeared from Eddie’s hips in favor of his shirt, sliding up beneath it in search of tender spots. Richie’s fingers found Eddie’s nipples and his back immediately arched in response. Richie didn’t hold back his smugness as Eddie mewled beneath him.

Eddie’s hands left their purchase in Richie’s hair to pull at his top, too lost in bliss to separate their lips for even a moment. Richie pulled back despite Eddie’s whine and rid himself of the barrier, taking the extra time apart to remove Eddie’s as well before they rejoined impatiently.

The newly exposed skin added extra heat to their fever, causing them to writhe against each other with renewed vigor. Richie’s hands explored new curves as Eddie’s tangled in the sheets. Despite the layers between them, the friction of their cocks rubbing together was already enough to have Eddie somewhat senseless.

Eddie could feel the flush on his face as Richie’s hands returned to their perch on his chest, seeking out his sensitive nubs and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. The expanse of Richie’s large hands in contrast to his small torso made him feel inexplicably filthy. He wanted to feel those hands on every part of him.

Slowly, Eddie placed one hand atop Richie’s, leading it down his taut stomach until they reached the waist band of Eddie’s jeans. Their kisses slowed to match the pace. Richie’s fingers, shaky but determined, ventured under the rough denim in search of relief. The tense breath he’d been holding was let go as soon he palmed Eddie through his underwear and heard the responding groan. Eddie’s hips rocked up into his hand, silently begging for more friction. So, with a surge of confidence spurred on by Eddie’s actions, Richie dove one layer deeper, connecting skin to skin and making them both shiver.

Eddie’s cock was deliciously thick, squished shorter by the confines of his pants that it strained against. Richie could feel the bulbous point of its head leaking against his hand as he glided over it. He wished so desperately that the power wasn’t out, that he could see Eddie’s cock in full glory, standing tall and twitching for attention. The thought alone nearly brought him to the edge. He decided he’d need to settle on relying on his other senses instead.

Touch. He squeezed the base of Eddie’s cock and dragged his hand upwards, feeling the slope of soft skin against his fingers.

Smell. The scent of Eddie’s shampoo calmed his nerves, familiar and comforting, from then forth forever tainted by this memory.

Sound. Eddie’s small pants could be heard among the silence of the room, a whimper occasionally escaping his lips when Richie flicked his wrist just right.

Taste. Eddie’s lips had tasted sweet, like he’d just applied vanilla chapstick. His tongue had tasted like soda, sugary and sharp and unmistakable. His neck, salty and bland; the taste of clean skin with a sheer layer of sweat prompted by heavy petting.

But there was one spot Richie hadn’t tasted yet… A thought that made his mouth water and his pants tighten. A sinful dream that plagued his mind at night.

“Can I suck you off?” Richie found himself asking, his better judgement lost in a haze.

Eddie keened immediately; his brain already fuzzy from how fast everything was escalating. He nodded vigorously before remembering that Richie couldn’t see him.

“Yes, yes yes yes, please.”

Richie’s hands were pulling Eddie’s pants off within seconds, causing his partner to giggle as the movement tugged his small frame farther down the bed. He scooted back up as Richie repeated the action with his boxer briefs, leaving Eddie completely nude and at his mercy.

It was interesting how confident the dark made Eddie feel. He didn’t feel shy or exposed, but rather empowered by the black surrounding him. As he felt Richie crawl back up the bed, he tugged him in for a bruising kiss. They separated with a wet noise and Eddie guided Richie’s head down to where they both wanted him most.

The hot breath against his cock had flames quickly engulfing Eddie’s abdomen. As Richie licked his first stripe up Eddie’s dick, the twisting threat of release was already churning. Eddie cursed himself for being so into this that he might not last. He clenched his muscles and focused on his breathing as Richie’s tongue continued to do sinful things.

Richie was lost in his mind as he worshiped Eddie’s cock. It was heavy on his tongue as he laved at the head, collecting as much of Eddie’s pre-cum as he could milk from him. He already felt addicted to the stretch in his throat as he sunk down to the base, and the noises the action elicited in Eddie.

“Mmm- fuck, jesus christ- ahhhhh-” Eddie prattled above him.

With a brave hand, Richie brought a single digit up to the swell of Eddie’s ass, tracing the curvature until he reached the warmth of his hole. He continued his maneuvers on Eddie’s cock as his thumb pressed gently against the pucker, teasing the small ring of muscle until Eddie writhed beneath him for more.

Richie pulled off Eddie swiftly, tangling himself up in the sheets as he felt around for his bedside table. They both laughed at Richie’s clumsiness as he continued his tirade, throwing things on the ground while rummaging through the drawer.

Eddie crawled over to where Richie was kneeling at the edge of the mattress and snaked his arms around Richie’s waist in an attempt to calm him. Richie took a deep breath as he felt soft lips on his neck. He let himself melt into Eddie, the touch successfully easing his jitteriness away. His fingers finally curled around the bottle he was searching for, and he made sure to place it within reach before twisting around and locking his arms around Eddie’s waist. He pulled him around on to his lap, Eddie’s hands settling on Richie’s shoulders and his thighs straddling either side of Richie’s legs.

Their noses brushed as foreheads connected, Richie’s hands tracing delicate patterns over Eddie’s skin. Eddie brought their lips together in a kiss that was all smiles, and maybe too much teeth, but neither of them were bothered. One of Richie’s hands disappeared from Eddie’s waist, and after a few seconds Eddie heard the pop of a cap opening.

“Oh, so you don’t know where to find a flash light, but your lube is right on hand?” Eddie snarked with no bite.

“I have my priorities.” Richie responded in a tone that had no business being so sensual.

Eddie’s skin prickled with anticipation when he felt Richie’s other hand leave his body. When it returned, it was accompanied by a slicked-up finger, which Richie teased just at the bottom of Eddie’s tailbone. He slowly trailed the digit down towards Eddie’s neglected hole, revelling in the impatient whimper he got in response to his pace.

Richie finally began circling his rim, the lube coating the area generously. When he pushed the tip of his finger in, he couldn’t help but notice that Eddie already seemed stretched out. Richie was able to push his entire finger in down to the knuckle with no resistance.

“Fuck, Eds, your greedy little hole is already sucking me in.” Richie moaned into Eddie’s neck, where he’d settled his head.

Eddie responded by gyrating his hips forward.

“I may have a nighttime routine of my own.” He whispered.

The image of Eddie eagerly thrusting his fingers into himself while his unsuspecting roommate laid just a few feet away sent a new shot of arousal down to Richie’s groin.

Richie began to drag his finger out, pistoning it back up a second later. He repeated the motion until he felt that Eddie could take another. He added a second finger alongside the first, curling them just slightly so they dragged against Eddie’s walls as he pulled out.

After a short time, Richie was able to scissor his fingers apart, spreading Eddie open to what he could only imagine was a delicious sight. He pushed in a final finger, Eddie’s hole responding hungrily to the intrusion. Richie could feel his wrist protesting as he spread his fingers within the tight muscle, feeling hot walls constricting around him.

At this point Eddie was fucking himself down on Richie’s fingers, setting a steady pace for himself as Richie’s hand stood in as a makeshift dildo of sorts. On one particular thrust Richie curved his fingers just slightly, and when Eddie bore down the response was electric. Eddie’s body curled inwards as a sound akin to a sob escaped him. After a moment he resumed his movements in smaller increments, keeping himself close to Richie and only pulling up to Richie’s second knuckles before pushing back down. He was letting out little unh unh unh’s as he moved, and Richie’s mind was gone. It was so hot he nearly forgot about his own weeping cock, which was smearing precum deep into the fibers of his boxers as it strained against its confines.

When his mind returned to his body on a particularly loud moan from the boy above him, it was like something snapped in Richie. With fluid motions he flipped himself backwards and up the mattress, keeping Eddie securely in his lap with a strong arm around his torso. The new position left Eddie sitting directly on his crotch, Richie’s clothed erection settling in the cleft of his ass. Lube smeared across his pants as Eddie adjusted, adding to the wetness of his jeans.

Eddie’s fingers seemed to have the same thought as Richie’s as they both reached for the button on Richie’s jeans at the same time, neither trying to hide their eagerness. Richie popped the button as Eddie unzipped his fly, and together in an awkward mess of limbs they pulled the tight material down Richie’s legs until it laid in a sad heap at the bottom of the bed.

Eddie’s eagerness wavered slightly in favor of teasing Richie. Soft, delicate fingers traced Richie’s happy trail, dipping into the band of his boxers for a moment only to return up towards his belly button. It was a torturous procedure, but Richie still bathed in the moment, soaking up the attention from Eddie like a sponge.

“You are evil, you know that Eds?” Richie gasped out breathily after the fourth time Eddie pulled his fingers away.

Eddie conceded, not too fond of putting off his own pleasure any longer when Richie was so eager to please.

A single moment is all it took to have Richie reciting just about every curse known to man. As soon as Eddie pulled his boxers off and rested his warm hole up against Richie’s cock, the words just came tumbling.

“Holy fucking shit- aaaahhhhh- your motherfucking asshole is on my dick what the fuck- aaagggghhhh- son of a bitch- hnnnggg” Richie’s incoherence was accompanied by sharp nails digging into the flesh of Eddie’s thighs, hard enough to leave crescent moons in their wake. It was as if Richie thought if he held on tight enough, he might not entirely lose his mind.

Eddie loved the roughness, no matter how accidental or subconscious. He absently hoped there’d be bruises there tomorrow. He couldn’t help but rock back on Richie’s cock just a little bit harder in hopes of getting a harsher grip.

What Eddie got instead was a sudden flip of power. Before he knew it, he was on his stomach, being mounted from the back as he struggled to figure out how Richie had moved so quickly.

“No more games.” Richie growled into Eddie’s ear, his tone causing prickles along Eddie’s arms. He realized then that he’d teased Richie for just a bit too long, awakening within him a side that Eddie had never seen before. He wondered if Richie’s other partners had ever gotten this Richie; stern Richie. He quite liked it…

“O-okay.” Eddie responded with a quake to his voice.

“Now’s the time to choose.” Richie continued, tone even but solemn. “Do you want me to fuck you, or leave you to finger yourself alone in my bed?”

“Th-the first one?” Eddie answered back, a little more hesitantly than he’d intended.

The second he felt Richie’s weight shifting off him he panicked, scrambling behind him blindly to try and pull him back down.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME, PLEASE RICH- DON’T- don’t leave, I want you to fuck me, please please.”

A chuckle much more akin to the Richie Eddie was used to rang through the air.

“I wasn’t leaving, Eds, I was going to grab a condom…” Richie’s voice dropped a few octaves before adding “But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Seriously, anytime you want to beg me to fuck you, please don’t hold back.”

Eddie’s face was flaring red, he was sure of it. Even in the darkness of the room, red light emanated through his skin to light him up like a Christmas bulb.

Eddie figured since he was already dying of mortification, he had nothing else to lose.

“Can we skip that part actually?”

His voice didn’t waver, and Eddie counted that as a big win for team Kaspbrak.

“Eddie…” Richie’s voice seemed to drop suddenly. “Of course we can skip sex. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” His tone came out softened and cautious, and Eddie wanted to punch him for it.

So, scratch that, both teams were losing.

Eddie sighed before reaching back and taking Richie’s cock in his hand, guiding him to his entrance and propping up his hips in the process.

“You idiot. Skip the condom.”

The reaction was instantaneous, Richie’s head dropped to Eddie’s shoulder and a single incredulous huff exited his chest.

“Thank god. Jerking off in the bathroom wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying as this-”

Eddie keened loudly as Richie slipped into him in one easy glide. His tight walls accepted Richie’s cock with no hesitation, leaving him sheathed fully as Eddie trembled below him, toes curled in pleasure.

Richie didn’t allow Eddie time to adjust, apart from the quickly exchanged confirmation that Eddie was okay. But once that was out of the way, Richie was setting a brutal pace right off the bat.

Eddie’d known Richie was well-endowed, but he hadn’t been expecting to feel quite so full with him inside. It wasn’t painful, but it was certainly a step up from the dildo he’d gotten used to using over the last year. This was infinitely better than a dildo.

“Ahhh- such a tight little hole, Eds. Jesus fuck, you’re perfect.” Richie ground out between clenched teeth, no doubt trying to hold himself back just as much as Eddie was.

The constant friction of his cock against the mattress wasn’t doing Eddie many favors in that department, and neither were the filthy things falling from Richie’s mouth.

Eddie’s entire body was already broken out in a sweat. It should’ve grossed him out, but instead it just added to the absolutely filthy feeling he was being consumed by.

“Rich- ‘Chee- fuck you’re so good.” Eddie had never been one for dirty talk, but words were spilling out of him like he physically couldn’t contain them. The praise just felt so natural with Richie.

“So full- hnnnnggg- ‘m so full, don’t stop please please don’t stop.” Eddie reached behind himself almost frantically, searching for Richie’s hands like if he didn’t intertwine their fingers soon, he might lose his footing and begin floating up into the sky.

Luckily, Richie tethered him to the ground, reminding Eddie that he was there, and he didn’t plan on stopping, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Eddie tried to focus on the feeling of Richie’s thumb rubbing the back of his hand as he evened out his breathing.

“So much…” Eddie started back up. “So full… so-”

Eddie was cut off as Richie folded over him, modifying his thrusts so they were shallower. He didn’t pull his hips back far before pushing back in, keeping himself nestled right up against Eddie.

“Is it too much?” Richie asked quietly, bringing their conjoined hands up to his mouth and kissing each of Eddie’s tiny fingers.

Eddie shook his head, then remembered Richie couldn’t see him.

“No, it’s just… it’s a lot, but not too much.”

Richie hummed in acknowledgement, keeping his new pace consistent as their bodies rocked together.

With Richie pressed so closely to Eddie, he could feel every inch of skin that rubbed together. Even things a simple as the graze of Richie’s leg against his thigh had tingles shooting up Eddie’s spine.

“Your skin is so soft.” Eddie whispered absently, kissing Richie’s wrist where their hands were still joined, now laying beside Eddie’s head as Richie used his elbows to hold himself up.

Richie stilled immediately, pausing for a moment before pulling out and flipping Eddie over on to his back. Eddie’s disoriented eyes darted around, blinking frantically as if that would make the darkness disappear. He was about to ask Richie why he’d stopped when he felt the same press of Richie’s chest easing down on to his own.

He knew Richie was close, could feel the hot breath escaping his lips and hear the labored breathing that accompanied it.

“You have the softest skin.” Richie said, placing an unexpected kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “And the best smelling hair.” He continued, threading his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “The sexiest body.” Richie hiked Eddie’s legs up to his chest, settling his lithe frame between them once again. “The most charming smile.” A press of Richie’s lips to Eddie’s informed him that Richie was wearing a smile of his own. “And the tightest ass I’ve ever felt.” Richie added with a small chuckle, rubbing his cock up and down Eddie’s hole before pushing back in very slowly.

Eddie’s breath hitched as Richie bottomed out, staying pressed in there tight as Richie lower his head to Eddie’s ear.

“And I’ve been in love with you for years.” He whispered, barely intelligible.

Relief that Eddie didn’t realized he’d been craving washed over him in a suffocating wave. Sex with Richie had been great so far; Eddie was out of his mind with lust for him, and that raw attraction alone had resulted in the best sex of Eddie’s life… But the other component that had made the sex so great for him was an unspoken secret that, until then, Eddie hadn’t thought was requited.

A sound similar to a sob escaped Eddie’s throat, and he tried to cover it up by clearing his throat as if Richie hadn’t already heard it.

“Eddie-”

“Me too.” Eddie cut him off, his determination just a beat behind. “I’ve felt that way for years too. Uhm, since seventh grade, actually.” Eddie’s voice was shy, as if he was afraid of baring too much of his soul.

“Well then I guess I win.” Richie responded coyly.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been in love with you since sixth grade; I have a whole year on you.”

Eddie gaped into the darkness above him, wishing there was enough light to throw Richie an unimpressed look.

“I didn’t even know I was gay in sixth grade!” Eddie defended, a lilt of humor coating his comment.

“Oh boy, you’re lucky. The gay crisis hit me strong as soon as I saw you in those little red shorts in gym class.”

Eddie tried to recall his memory of Richie back in sixth grade. He’d just begun hitting puberty and had shot up like a beanstalk, so none of his clothes had fit him quite right, and his walk had become a little awkward. That was also the year he’d broken his glasses and had to hold them together with tape. On top of all that, he’d talked about sex nearly constantly, despite having no real knowledge on the subject. Which, for tiny stuffy Eddie, who was still under his mother’s thumb at the time, was about one of the biggest turn-offs he could think of.

Richie had really grown into himself since then, an almost unrecognizable upgrade from the scrawny kid who’d eaten a worm because Beverly Marsh had dared him to. So, maybe it wasn’t exactly Eddie’s fault Richie wasn’t his ‘gay awakening’. Now, however, he was definitely awakening something inside Eddie. He’d grown into his figure, had developed a sense of style that worked for him, had since gotten new glasses that complimented his angular features and deep blue eyes aggressively well (and had zero tape holding them together). As for the last part, well… Richie still talked about sex just as much as he used to, but now he actually knew what he was talking about, and Eddie no longer shied away from the topic. In fact, that very combination of traits was what winded them in this exact position, and Eddie wasn’t complaining.

“Well, now that we’ve established that… new information…” Eddie swirled his hips tauntingly, earning a small groan of sexual frustration in return.

“Yeah, okay, moment over.” Richie agreed, pulling out with a shuddering breath before pushing back in just as gradually.

They built their pace back up slowly, the softness of their admissions making everything a little more tender.

Once Richie had set a bruising pace, and Eddie was getting used to the small puffs pushed out of him on every thrust, Richie suddenly changed angles.

“Hhhh-Ahhh!” Eddie screamed as Richie pounded right up into Eddie’s prostate without reservation.

Eddie’s body was gone, replaced with a firecracker. He could feel the fuse slowly lighting up every inch of his body as it burnt down.

Richie was also getting close, whispering in Eddie’s ear as his thrusts got quicker.

“I’m gonna cum, hnnnngg- fuck Eds, gonna fill you up, gonna have you dripping- aaahhhh-”

Eddie was right on the edge, so close but unable to topple over.

“Richie… I need… I need-”

Suddenly the room exploded in color and sound. The lights flickered a few times before coming back on, and the sound of their computer restarting melded with muffled cheers from down the hall. Despite the world coming back into focus, Eddie’s own mind was leaving. The sight of Richie above him, pale and lean and spilling sinful moans from his lips was enough to send Eddie over the edge. He tried to keep his eyes open as waves of pleasure rolled through him, but his pupils rolled back involuntarily. His muscles spasmed erratically as his body tried to move through the most powerful orgasm he’d ever endured. He clenched around Richie’s cock while spilling on to his own stomach, too preoccupied by his own euphoria to feel Richie’s stuttering hips, followed by the rush of warmth filling him up.

Richie’s legs shook violently as he emptied into Eddie. The sight of Eddie writhing beneath him, cheeks flush and brow drawn, had been too much for Richie to handle. It had only taken a few more pumps after the power came back on for him to be completely at the mercy of Eddie’s body.

Once Richie calmed down to have enough sense, he gently pulled out of Eddie and collapsed down beside him. Eddie had yet to reopen his eyes since his orgasm had hit, partly because he wanted to soak it all in, partly because he was afraid of what was to come next. When he did chance a peek through squinted eyes, Richie was watching him.

He shut his eyes again quickly, but not before he saw a smile being formed. He fought back his own smile as he willed his heart to calm down.

“Quit staring at me.” Eddie ordered with no real threat.

“I can’t. You’re too cute.”

Eddie opened one eye again, scrunching his nose as he looked back in Richie’s direction.

“’m not cute.” Eddie grumbled.

The bed dipped as Richie drew himself closer. Eddie opened both his eyes and let Richie come into focus.

“Yes, you are.” Richie bent forward, placing a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Cute…” A kiss on the other cheek. “…cute…” He hesitated once he was hovering over Eddie’s lips, searching his eyes for approval. Eddie gave a shy nod, letting Richie connect their lips for a soft kiss, unlike any of the other ones they’d shared. “…cute.” Richie whispered.

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 138

“I just wanted to check in on you. See how things are going. I think it’s pretty telling that we’re still out in the field. I just… I don’t like being in the dark. Not when I can help.”

Steve wasn’t exactly the person you were expecting to get a phone call from the following day, but it was a welcome change from all the other terrible nonsense going on. ...even if it was sort of in the same vein. “You’re doing better work out there. Is um… Manilla- nice?” Brain still a little scrambled in the early morning hours, especially after the events of the night prior.

“Montenegro. And. Sure. It’s peaceful. I think we’re wasting our time here, though.”

Way off. Not even remotely close. Oh well. It didn’t sound like he cared so much that you seemed to have no idea what the Avengers were doing. Or where they were, at the very least. You should have, for sure. But. Clearly you had other things going on. “I thought Bruce was waiting on a few more data points?” Trying to prove not only to him but to yourself that you were paying attention. That despite your pains right now you did care about your family. What they were doing. That was important, too.

He sighed. “Sure. That’s what we’re being told. I just don’t think we’re making any progress.”

“Emptying out Hydra bases is not what I would call making no progress, Steve.”

“...you’re right. But it’s still not what we thought we’d be doing.”

The air was heavy and tense. You didn’t know how to make this right for him. He wanted to come home. You couldn’t let him. It wasn’t time yet. “The next ping might be the right one. Just hang in there a little bit longer.”

“...sure.” His discontent on the other end of the phone was abundantly clear. “I noticed you haven’t said anything about what’s going on over there, yet.”

It was highly unlikely if you told him the truth that he’d come rushing back home. Still… you weighed your options very carefully before answering. Gathered all your thoughts and tried to make them cleanly cohesive. “It’s… we thought we had something. And we still might. But it’s not going the way I want.”

“Seems like that’s going around.” You heard the amusement through his annoyed tone. “Look- I just… worry about you.”

“I’m okay.” It did your heart good, at least, to know that nothing between you and Steve was irreparable. Not even someone controlling him into almost murdering you and then shoving him on the next jet out.

“I doubt it.” The mood plummeted. “And I don’t think you’d tell me if you weren’t.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” It hurt you, to hear him say that. But maybe he was right. You also knew you were, too. Maybe it would have been better to process what had happened between the two of you. There just hadn’t been time. And also… you still never got confirmation Steve had actually ever attended a single therapy session with Deja. “We’ll talk when it’s over.”

“When’s that gonna be?”

“I can only say soon. And hope it’s true.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

---

Though it would have been easy, and even nice to just do nothing and recover, a full day of radio silence from Jessica after all the other days of radio silence didn’t sit right with you. If Kilgrave had taken her at some point, you were sure he would have let you know. Then again… who knew. You certainly felt like you didn’t know anything about anything at this point. It was on Friday that you decided you’d had enough.

So you called. And called. And called some more.

Ten times in total. And she didn’t answer a single one. Which started to really knock at your anxiety pretty hard. Surely she would answer if she had her phone, right? Surely with such a grave situation she couldn’t be ignoring you, right?

A text came in around eleven o’clock at night. Succinct and angry:

My hands are full. I don’t have time for you.

What could you even say to that? It was probably too telling to be overtly angry with her. But at this point you had no idea what was going on. It was clear that was the way she wanted it. But that was interfering with your life greatly. And the lives of your teammates.

You better find some. Because you’re wasting mine.

Her response was quick and curt. Cute.

You left it alone after that. Eventually you were going to have to go find her and have a nice long talk with her. You imagined she was trying to control this disaster every way she could. She still didn’t want you around, that was very much clear. You were beyond thinking it was because she thought you were a danger if Kilgrave got his hands on you. It probably had more to do with the reaction you’d had when realizing exactly why she was running so hard at this.

But why did she get to do that and you didn’t? Another question she surely wouldn’t answer.

---

Slowly you were making a plan and a promise to yourself. You couldn’t be kept left in the dark like this forever. Eventually some progress had to be made. Whether or not that included dragging Jessica Jones unwillingly, kicking and screaming, that would be up to her. But if she didn’t get back to you by Monday, you’d go find her personally. She couldn’t keep avoiding you forever. You’d see to that. You had to.

A late meeting on Sunday ran a little too long, especially when your attention started waning and a headache crept in. It made it hard to focus on what anyone was saying. Now was the worst time to appear flippant about Stark Industries’ Q2 plans. Your team had left without you for reasons that everyone believed had to do with you being the CEO you’d been hoisted up as. If you couldn’t maintain both worlds equally, both words would equally fall apart. One more thing to worry about.

The sun was just setting as you stepped outside the restaurant the department heads had wanted to meet at (for the obvious purposes of eating at a plush restaurant and calling it a business expense, all part of the package). You hadn’t eaten much of anything, and perhaps unwisely sipped instead at a glass of wine that you’d never asked for. Mistakes you were paying for now as you stood out on the sidewalk, glancing at your watch. You’d quietly told Happy you thought the meeting would last another hour- and that was about… thirty-two minutes ago… if you called to tell him to come get you downtown now with the traffic- ...he was probably on his way anyway-

Boozy migraine maths came to a complete halt when a sharp call of your name drew your attention back up to the present. A microphone was about five inches from your face, and a harsh shoulder light from a TV camera was making you nearly blind. “Christine Everhart. WHiH.” As always. When you least wanted or expected her. Which was always.

“I know who you are.” What fresh hell was this. What had you done now?

In her other hand as she popped her hip out she held out some photographs. Ones you briefly glanced at. “We’re live in five, so consider this a gift. These are pictures of a building reportedly destroyed by the Avengers in Slovakia two days ago. Multiple civilian deaths and casualties. Care to comment?”

“Two days ago?” You really wished your confusion hadn’t come first. Wasn’t the team on a break? ...had they even been to Slovakia?

“That’s right. And here you are dining at five star restaurants while your team murderers innocent people. Fooling the public while they go break borders for you. What do you have to say about that?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about-” “Seems like I have more of an idea than you.”

This was not what you needed right now. But if you just took a breath, you were sure you could get through it. You’d throw down a harsh assessment and shift the blame until you could figure out what the hell she was talking about-

At least that’s what you wanted to do. That’s what you should have done. But you no longer lived in a world that was fair. “Turn off your camera. Put it down.” A chipper English accent sent every muscle in your body so tight you thought you might snap.

In your ear LUNA buzzed. “Activating suit.”

“Stop.” The word clutched in your throat. Christine was suddenly too confused by her cameraman simply obeying that order to even care about what you were going on about.

“Ma’am?” LUNA seemed concerned, for about as much as an AI could. “Shall I call Mr. Stark?”

“No. Just. Wait.” All clipped as your breath started falling a little bit short of full draws.

It was so anticlimactic. You’d expected Kilgrave to walk out of the shadows on his next big reveal. Yet here… he was just strolling up the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, smile on his face. “Tear up those pictures. Destroy that recording- and any other evidence you had on this little Slovakia incident.” Putting his back to you, in clear defiance of what you could or might do to him. Clearly of the opinion you’d stand there and do nothing at all.

...which is exactly what you were doing. Staring at him. Horrified. Confused.

He leaned closer to Christine. “You’re going to go back to your little TV station and stop investigating this. Tell your boss it was all falsified. Now go. Leave.”

The both of them put their heads down, turned around without a word, and then walked away and back into the van they’d probably been waiting in all afternoon. Then, just like that, they drove off. Leaving you and Kilgrave on the sidewalk alone- save for the swells of innocent people milling about. Watching. Watching the CEO of Stark Industries fend off a reporter- and now seemingly speaking with an old acquaintance. Once Christine’s van was completely out of sight he turned to you, smile growing.

“Hello, puppy. I thought you and I might have a talk. I was getting tired of all the back and forth on the phone.”

You had to clamp down on every single part of yourself. Jessica couldn’t be right. You couldn’t fall to pieces just standing in front of him. “What makes you think I won’t kill you right now?”

He leaned in just enough to murmur, “There are people about, puppy. I don’t think that’d be very heroic of you.” His eyes never left yours. “Now- won’t you join me for a light dinner?” A question. He was asking you. Very pointedly so.

“What are you doing?” He could have made off with you again. A second time. And you’d been so wholly unprepared- ...well, LUNA had tried to fix this for you. But you couldn’t just go full Lady Iron in broad daylight in front of Christine after she had just accused your team of murdering people on foreign soil. Even if she’d been told to go away.

Easing back he gave a little shrug. “Seems to me that I’ve just done you a favor. So I’d like it if you returned the gesture.”

“I could have handled that.” A useless point to be making, but your brain was scrambling. Trying desperately to keep yourself talking so that you didn’t crumble into a mess that was even easier for the taking.

“I have no doubt. I do so love that sharp wit of yours. But I’m running on a tight schedule.” Still, when you didn’t budge, this little cute act of his dissolved just a little, his mouth thinning into a straight line with a tight twitch at the corner. “I’m being polite. Don’t make me ask again.”

He wouldn’t. He’d tell you. And he was trying to make you come with him without commanding you to. But why? Reaching into your bag you pulled out your cell phone and made a call to the last person who was expected to see you. “Happy- I’m taking another meeting. It should be quick, but I’ll find my own way home afterwards.”

“You sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“I’m sure. Take the rest of the night off, okay? It’s Sunday, I feel bad.”

“...everything alright?” Damn him. You didn’t need this right now.

You just needed him to let you protect him. “Everything’s fine. Leilani’s all worked up about R&D’s budget for Q2 so I wanted to give her a little more face time.” Work jargon would no doubt turn his brain off.

And thankfully, “Oh. Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“See you tomorrow, Happy.” What was the point of any of it, you wondered. Why set security for yourself if you were going to immediately trash all avenues of help? Maybe there was no point. Maybe the whole point of this was that it was all inevitable. “...where are we going?” Making no attempt to hide how dejected you were.

He was getting his way. Again. And he hadn’t even needed powers to do it this time. Hearing this he perked right back up. “I know this delightful little teahouse a few blocks over.”

You curled your hands into fists so tight the tremor snaked up through your entire arm. “Let’s go, then.”

---

He told everyone to get out as soon as the two of you arrived. Got you the nicest table in the back, all aglow with candles scattered about. Ordered first himself and then for you. And all the while you wondered what the fuck you were going to do about any of it. How were you going to get out of this one? What even was this one? What was he doing?

“I know you must be used to this treatment. Getting anything you want. I think we’re very similar. Have I told you that?” He was sitting half forward, hands clasped together atop the table. Staring at you.

“Can you please just cut to the chase? Tell me what you want. What are you doing right now?” Trying to take back any semblance of control of this situation. When clearly you had absolutely none.

This seemed to displease him immensely, easy expression disappearing into one of dissatisfaction. He then sat back with a little roll of his eyes. “We’ve been apart for two years and this is how you decide to patch things up?”

“Patch- are you out of your mind?” Maybe anger was easier. You just had to be careful not to let it bleed. You didn’t need him any angrier than the low level of simmer he was working with. “You kidnapped me. And tortured me. For months.”

“Torture.” Lips pulling back, teeth showing in a small snarl as if he’d eaten something bitter. “Don’t say that.” He was quick to realize and then held his hand up. “-I don’t like it. Feel free to say whatever you want-”

“Fuck you. How’s that.”

He heaved a terrible sigh, putting his chin in his palm. “There’s that fire. It’s getting old, you know. Can you speak to me like the civilized person you parade around as?”

“Just tell me what you want. Stop dragging this out.” You just wanted the right to know where your fate was ending. “Why go to all this trouble? What are you doing?”

The servers interrupted the both of you, setting down a large tea kettle, cups and saucers and what looked some weird meat aside some even stranger tea cakes. Because everything here was designed to upset you. You were sure he knew. There was no excuse otherwise. Once they left he began pouring himself a cup, letting silence hang beneath the gentle clink of ceramics and cutlery.

And then. Finally. “Jessica is not what you think she is.”

You really couldn’t help the twist of your face then. “Are you serious? That’s what this is about?”

“Did she tell you that Hope girl is in the hospital?”

That was twice you’d let yourself be blindsided today. You were growing weaker, that was the only thing you knew for sure. But quickly you reigned yourself in. “You can’t possibly think I believe you care about that poor girl. After what you did to her-”

He made an ugly grimace and waved an overly dismissive hand. “That was Jessica’s fault. And regardless- I know you do.” He was trying to play both sides against the middle. It really couldn’t have been clearer. You still didn’t know why though. “Jessica doesn’t care about anyone but herself. Not like you.”

“I couldn’t care less what Jessica cares about. So if that’s all the info you’ve got, I’m going to leave.”

He started cutting into his little dinner time snack. “She’s doing what she thinks she has to. You tried to get involved because it was the right thing to do.” Mocking the very idea at the same time he was trying to pitch it to you. He popped a small bite of that very pink meat into his mouth and continued. “I envy that about you, you know.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. A mistake, as he continued. “It’s why I think you weren’t involved in that whole…” He waved his knife around in thought. “Kidnapping business. You care about what’s right. And the right way to do it.” Holding your gaze again, he grinned. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

You imagined he wanted you to admit you were here because you had no choice. No other viable option. He wanted you to admit that you were powerless and at his mercy. You also were still backed into a corner over not being able to admit the only reason you weren’t there to take him down the other day was because Jessica had kept you in the dark.

...or did he know that, too? He was here, after all, trying to paint her in a very bad light.

“Your silence is very poetic.” He took a bite out of a little cake and continued to bask in that aforementioned silence, glowing even, washing everything down with a sip of tea. What was the point in talking anymore. You just let it linger until he decided it was time to speak again. “I’m not going to tell you to, but I think in time you’ll realize all this fighting… it’s worthless. Eventually you will give up and come home to me when you’re ready.”

“Why?” The word escaped you in a hitch of a gasp. You’d lost track of your breathing again.

His smile was so very broad as he leaned in, tone dropping, candlelight bouncing like flames on the sides of his face and just underneath his chin. “I need you, puppy.” Looking at you- watching you- freezing you with words that did not belong to him. Not in that capacity. Not like that. “There’s no one in the world like you. At least not that I’ve seen- and not with our history. And when you’re ready, I’ll let you sit by my side again.”

The ice shattered the moment his hand touched over yours. Abruptly you stood, hitting the edge of the table, sending everything rocking sideways. Tea splashed all over him and all at once his entire demeanor changed as he growled. “Clean that up-” But once again, quickly, amended himself. “Never mind.” And then, as if he was in control of your reaction, too, he flicked his hand. “Go, if you’re going to go. I’m sure you’re late for something else or other. But I think you should think on it. Eventually you’ll realize I’m right.”

This was the moment. You could reach out and just… throttle him. Beat him to death. Choke him. Reach into his chest and-

“Try to think about all the unnecessary deaths that could be avoided if you’d just give in.” His smile was so sunny. So saccharine sweet.

Warning you. Warning you that he must have had a million fail safes. And that there was nothing you could do, otherwise you’d be responsible for so much more. Wasn’t that how you’d gotten into this mess in the first place? He must have known that, too.

Of course he did. The one thing Kilgrave knew for sure at this point. You were powerless against him.

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How you got home you had no idea. Walked? Took a cab? Called a company car? It was a complete mystery. The sun had long since gone down. It was about ten at night. Which meant it had taken a little while. But you were a little too lost in a few other thoughts to see outside of yourself enough to know how you’d gotten from that cafe back to the Tower.

Maybe the point of all this, after all this time, hadn’t been to keep everyone away from Kilgrave. Maybe the lesson that you should have learned was the one you’d thought about when you were stuck with him in the first place. That you should have been grateful it was only you. That he only had you. So that his fascination wouldn’t wander- at least not to other super powered individuals.

Maybe you should have just really given up and not ran. And maybe you needed to give up now. Maybe you just needed to hand yourself over. He’d made it very clear he was about to move heaven and hell just to make that point to you. Why not cut to the chase? What else could you do? What were your other options?

As the elevator opened up on the penthouse floor, you saw Tony sitting on one of the couches, perking up immediately once he caught sight of you. “Honey-” Probably waiting up for you. Knowing your schedule wasn’t supposed to run that long but trusting that you’d been out doing something.

It was all too easy to just climb atop him and collapse in a heap over him, burying your face in his shoulder, eyes closing as his arms wrapped around you. Was this the life you could give up? For Tony’s safety- the thought flitted in. If Kilgrave had a mind to go after Tony, even with the knowledge that the suits would save you- what if he knew you knew that- he seemed to be doing a lot of cryptic hinting that he knew everything you knew.

So you had to assume he did. So you also had to assume he could hurt Tony if he wanted to. Burn Tony’s life to the ground, even. If he wanted to. But he’d stop wanting to. If you just gave yourself to him.

Tony allowed you to melt into him for as long as you wanted. Which seemed like a very long time. But eventually, when you found the strength, you sat half back, taking his face in your hands. Looking at him. Memorizing the way he gazed at you. The concerned warmth in his eyes. The love there. His hands moved at your sides, fingers spreading wide, keeping you steady.

“Did the team go on a retrieve mission in Slovakia?” This was stupid. And not what you needed to be talking about right now.

Even he seemed not to expect it, brows lifting straight up. “What? Uh-” Then knitting as he thought about it. But, finally, you felt a strange sense of relief as he shook his head. “No. Why? Are you okay?”

So Christine had fabricated it. ...or someone else had. Kilgrave had done your job for you. And expected you to thank him in return. How easy it had been for him, too, to just make her go away. Make all of it go away. Just a few simple sentences…

Leaning in as you still held him, eyes closing to keep the tears at bay, you pressed your forehead to his. “I love you, Tony.”

There was an uncertain pain that slipped from him to you. Clearly wading in your hurt but not knowing what to do about it. What it was about. How to help. “I love you, too. Talk to me.” Gentle encouragement.

So, with a shivering breath you did. “Kilgrave took me to a restaurant just now.”

There was something to be said of the steady, heavy and icy anger that choked the room so suddenly. It made it hard, but. You told him everything. And struggled not to tell him where you thought this was about to end. Because he was already holding on to you so tightly, so protectively it hurt.

And when all was said and done, once the silence of thought had fled, Tony offered what made the most sense. “He’s pitting you and Jones against each other.” This was what you thought, too. You wanted him to make it make sense for you. “You think she knows?”

...oh. Was that the reason she didn’t want you anywhere near her or her plans? Whether because he’d already played this number with her and she didn’t trust you- or because she did and she didn’t want to risk you? “I don’t know. She won’t answer my calls.”

Clear cut annoyance rebounded from him to you in a hard cycle. What he figured out next surprised you, “So he planted that bogus story on Christine to instill a sense of-” Waving his hand lightly around in thought. “-couldn’t be gratitude. This guy doesn’t care whether or not you like him.”

“Showing off.” You felt empty. “He was showing off. He made a potential mess for me and then cleaned it up, too.” Kilgrave was pointing out how easy it was to destroy your entire life if he wanted to. Just a few words. That was it. That was all he needed.

Suddenly reading the inevitability, his head turned up, looking at you instead of letting his thoughts connect off in the distance. The pieces were there. He was understanding a little too much. “We’re not finished. Not by a long shot. We’ll figure this out.” Somehow he knew, maybe just because he knew you. Maybe because of that string that tied you both tight- he knew how close you were to that edge.

He knew you were looking at where this ended. Not in a favorable light by any means. And he was suddenly begging you, with that look in his eyes, his hand gripping your shoulder and a tremendous pain pulsing from his heart to yours-

Don’t give up.

It was too much to ask that you be strong anymore. And because it was him… You let go of the idea. And just barely held on to him while he tried to soothe you through sobs so intense you could barely breathe.

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The two of you spent the entire next day in exhausted rawness. He seemed unable to leave your side. Which made it lucky that you had no strength to move. Hours slipped by. Just holding on to each other. A sunrise came. And a sunset went.

Eventually he won out as the stronger of the two of you when he got up to order some food. It would help, eating, probably. Even though you already knew you had no appetite. You’d have to suffer through it for him. But just as he’d started giving a dinner order to Happy, your phone rang.

Lo and behold.

Jessica Jones. Who wasted no time as soon as you picked up the line. “I need you to come down to my office. Now.”

Tony had stopped talking. Just watching you. Waiting for news of the next bad thing.

A feeling that seemed to soak your entire lives.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter One Hundred Thirty Eight #Jessica Jones Spoilers

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monst · 4 years

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T’is the season Day 24

Day 24 Christmas Carol's

Ngl I drew a blank with this one for a moment since I was busy with all the fics I'm posting on Christmas 😅 But then I was like oh shit this is my first time writing for these beans👀 Lemme have some fun anyways Enjoy?

Jirou Kyouka

She was pacing. Your eyes watched as she walked back and forth, forth and back. It was obvious to you that she had hit a snag. You could hear her muttering lyrics to herself. When she didn’t like it she’d make a frustrated noise and continue her fruitless walk. You had wanted to say something but, you feared that your intrusion would kill her creative vibe. However, after the minutes turned to hours you figured she needed a break and that she could come back to it with a fresh and clear mind.

“Are you trying to burn a hole into the ground?” You intruded in probably the worst way possible.

“Not now (Name) I’m not in the mood to hear your snark.” She huffed. “I need to get this carol done before ten today. If I don't, we'll never have time to learn it for tomorrow.”

“So? Your still missing a couple of hours just leave it and come back to it later.” You shrugged knowing that your words were going to get under her skin.

“So?! So?!?! (Name) are you serious!?! People are counting on me to write this!!” She fumed narrowing her dark eyes at your languid form. From your spot on the bed you shrugged once more.

“And?” You sat up to give her the blankest stare in existence. “Tell me do you like writing songs?”

“Of course!! What type of question is that??” She raised her tone.

“You sure? Cause for the past three hours you’ve been tearing out your hair in frustration. I was under the impression that if your passionate about something it wont stress you out as much as it’s stressing you.” You scoffed.

“It’s not…That...That’s totally different!!” She protested. “Your allowed to get frustrated with your passions!! I just want this to be perfect…..”

“Which is why all your lyrics are sucking ass right now.” You added. “Your focusing on the wrong thing. Don’t make something everyone will like make what you like.”

“But..” She paused to think of your words.

“What is Christmas to you?” You asked.

“It’s music, presents, spending time with your loved ones, a time for coming together, it’s warm and filling.” She answered her eyes suddenly lighting up. “Thank you (Name)!”

She rushed towards her desk to pour out all her sentiments of the holiday. After editing it she had her carol. When she sung it for you, you smiled in approval mostly because of the happy smile on her face as she sang. She was singing what she felt and you couldn’t be prouder of your girlfriend. After all what was creation without meaning?

“I love it!” You chimed.

“It’s thanks to you (Name)!” She beamed.

“Nah it was inside of you and in front of you the whole time you just needed a shift in your priorities.” You grinned asking her to sing it for you again.

Yamada Hizashi

He wouldn’t lie he was a bit peeved that he had to host the show on Christmas eve. Especially since you were due to come back that day. He hadn’t seen you for about two weeks as you had been working in another district with a couple of other heroes. He had pushed to cancel the show but the demand was high and they had roped him in by saying that the earnings for the night would go to charity. He couldn’t refuse not only would that make him look bad but he would feel extremely guilty.

Maybe there was a way you could take a cab to the studio? Just as he was about to dial you he realized how awful that would sound. You were probably tired. Wanting nothing but to go to sleep. And, he should have been there to welcome you. He sighed and settled on calling you to at least tell you about the changes. When he tried he went straight to voicemail. He was beginning to worry as it was his tenth call and nothing….

Just as he was gonna ring again the countdown for the start of the show ran out. He clicked his tongue in annoyance but unmuted his mic “Hey! Hey! Listeners how are ya doin’ on this fine night? I’ve got a lot of oldies' for ya! I’m gonna rock your bells tonight!” he chimed. He said some more nonsensical words before playing a Christmas song. He sighed in disappointment. This was the first time he had ever not wanted to be at his second job.

“Yo! Yo! Yo! Lines are open for ya! Call in to request some of your favorite holiday tunes!” He knew he’d receive calls from worried listeners in the morning. He wasn’t talking nearly as much as he usually did. That and he sounded drained. In fact he was he had tried your number countless times while the songs played. He was getting nothing. He tried calling the heroes you were with and they all told him the same thing. You had already set off home or that they couldn’t reach you either.

He was ready to cancel the show. Hell he didn’t have fingernails anymore! He bit them to nubs as he texted and called. He felt bad for waking the hero but he didn’t know who else to call. “Shouta! I’m so sorry for waking ya but have ya heard from (Name)??” He panicked. The tired hero replied with a goggy no.

“Maybe shes ashleep.” He slurred.

He hadn’t thought of that possibility. “See your probably worried over nothing.” Aizawa mumbled sleepily. With that he wished him a good night and Yamada calmed down a bit. That was until he called his next door neighbor and, she told him that she hadn't seen you come in.

“Listen guys.” He sighed into the mic. “I haven’t been honest with ya but my I was supposed to be with my songbird tonight! Ya see she just came back from a tough job and I haven’t seen her in weeks. My darlin’s incredibly understandin’ but I haven’t been able to reach her all night-

Yamada stopped speaking when he heard a knock on his studio door. He heard voices from the other side and when he opened it his jaw dropped. There at the door were his two best friends and most importantly you! You and Shirakumo were singing one of his favorite Christmas songs and when guys finished the last note of winter wonderland he pulled you into a hug. He shot Aizawa a glare but the man just gave him a lazy grin and went to put on the next song. Yamada screeched happily spinning you in circles. When he stopped he cupped your cheeks and began to pepper your face with kisses.

“I missed ya so much!” He signed resting his forehead on yours giving your lips one last smooch before looking into your eyes.

“I missed you too zashi.” You smiled wrapping your arms around the tall man.

“And that’s all the time we have for today folks!” You both heard Shirakumo say into the mic. “As you guys can see our two love birds have reunited so Present Mic will see all you lovely listeners on the 26th! Or well maybe not see.. Speak! He’ll speak to y’all soon!”

Yamada didn’t even bother scolding his friend he was just glad you were home for Christmas. “Songbird~.” He hummed.

“Yeah?” You replied.

“Wanna sing that carol again?”

🔥 👶 🎶 🌟 ❄️ 🔔 ⛄️ 👼 🦌 🍪 🥛 🎅 🤶 🧝‍ 🎁 ⛪ 🕯 👪 ✝️ 🎄 🍷 🍴

I had fun writing for Jirou and I really like Present Mic o//////o Tomorrow we’ll have two TDS posts you guys don’t wanna miss it. Merry Christmas with the league and, grinch with the main three!! TodoDekuBaku!!! That and five other fics…..

#Amari's TDS #bnha ficmas #Yamada Hizashi #Yamada hizashi x reader #Present mic #present mic x reader #bnha christmas #mha christmas #bnha fluff #jirou kyouka #jirou x reader #Jirou kyouka x reader #Present mic fluff #Jirou fluff

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titansandothersrp · 3 years

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Road to Recovery

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Ooooogggg…” Beast Boy let out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

Cyborg’s face lit up at this, not because Beast Boy didn’t feel well, but because he was conscious after having been out for three hours. After chatting with his buddy a bit (and figuring out the issue of using the bathroom when attached to machines), Cyborg informed their leader that their teammate was conscious. Robin congratulated Beast Boy on his and Raven’s new move and wished him a speedy recovery. Starfire was next to visit him, offering more of the same (and some Tamaranean food that he politely declined.) After her visit with Beast Boy, Starfire made her way to Raven’s room, giving a knock. “Come, Raven! Our friend has awakened and wishes to partake in your company!” azarathian (Raven):

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…” The words resonated round in her mind like clockwork. With each chant, her body grew lighter and lighter as she felt herself drift from the world and into a state of ease. It had taken the better part of the first two hours for her to become calm again, and now she was well into the third. When she’d started, having come straight to her room from the med bay, there was a torrent of questions and concerns spiralling within her. He’ll be okay, she had told herself, over and over, until a fragment of the statement had begun to finally sink in. Breathe. In. Out. You’ve all gotten through worse than this. Much worse. It’s an injury, and we have the best medical facilities and health expert at hand. He’ll be okay. He has to be. Amidst her internal monologue, she remembered the conversation she’d had with the masked man who had stopped her in the corridor on her way from the bay to her room.“How is he?” he’d asked, a hand touching her arm. “He’s unconscious,” she returned. “But Cyborg says he’ll be okay. He has a collapsed lung.” She spoke matter-of-factly, but despite the placidity of her voice her leader could see the worry in her eyes. “I’m on my way there now. Aren’t you gonna stay?” “No. I need to meditate.” She had begun to walk away, when he stopped her again. “Where were you two?” She stopped and turned with a curious look. “Before the battle, I mean. When the alarm went off, you weren’t in the tower, so I checked your communicators.” He spoke cautiously. “You were both located in the same spot, thirty feet from the first attack.” She eyed him for a moment, summoning the right words. “… We… bumped into each other in the city. I’d been at my café, he’d been wherever he goes. I was on my way back and… yeah.” “Ah. Right.” His response was slower than usual. There was a pause. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” And she was gone. Dark brows furrowed at the memory. It got to her. The fact she felt she had to hide what had truly happened from Robin. Why? Couldn’t she just tell him she was having lunch at the bakery with Beast Boy? She’d have told him if it had been Cyborg, so why was this different? She should’ve just told him. But then… Of course, whether she cared to admit it or not, there was no need for these questions. She knew exactly why. Because if she’d told him – if she’d told any of them – conclusions would be made. Conclusions that… weren’t true. Of course. Her friends would suspect something was ‘going on’ between them. Because why else would Beast Boy and Raven go out together for the afternoon? Alone. Without telling anyone else. It couldn’t possibly be just a trip out between friends, no – there would have to be lines to read between. But if her friends looked, they’d find nothing between the lines. Because all it was was, in fact, a mere outing between friends. Which she didn’t want them to know about. Which she… enjoyed a lot. Which she looked forward to doing again… The lines suddenly seemed more complex in her head than they had been before… In her meditation, her forehead creased. Why was she even thinking so much on this? Why was she devoting so much time – meditation time, for that matter – with her mind on her green friend? Why— KNOCK KNOCK Raven’s eyes opened, her thoughts shaken by the unexpected sound. When she uncrossed her legs and headed for the door, she was indeed met with the owner of the distinct and cheery voice. “He’s awake?” she asked. “Yes! We are all elated and have taken turns to speak with him since his revival, so as not to overwhelm him. Please, you must now journey to the bay of meds and bestow him with your own presence!” It didn’t take much convincing for Raven to do as told, and before long she was knocking lightly on the infirmary door before stepping inside. “Hey…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Hey…” He smiled weakly at her. Though he was doing better than he was earlier, he was still in bad shape. He was sore and had some difficulty breathing, but was fighting through it. “Thanks for coming to see me… Just can’t get enough of me today, huh?” He attempted to chuckle, but it was more of a wheeze. azarathian (Raven): Her weight leaning to one hip, she offered him a critical look. Just woken up from an almost fatal injury and already poking fun. What else should she expect? Ignoring his comment, she walked towards his bed and looked down to him. “How are you feeling?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I feel like I was hit by a post box with enough force to collapse my lung.” He replied with a frown. He felt horrible. “Let’s just say I feel so bad… I can’t be dramatic about it…” azarathian (Raven): She mirrored his frown, sympathising with his suffering but also silently grateful for her healing abilities, without which he might still be out cold, and in much more pain once coming to. She took a lone chair placed at the side of the room and pulled it to his bedside before promptly sitting.

“You had us all worried.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “You were worried about me?” He gave a weak smile. “That’s cute~” He tried to laugh once more, only managing a wheeze. “Don’t worry though… I know I look bad… but I’m sure I’ll be okay.” He kept the smile on his face, despite the pain. “I guess you were right… about the team caring about me… They all looked so relieved that I was okay…” His eyes welled up with tears, but he was too weak to blink them away. “Thank you… for caring so much… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” azarathian (Raven): A light flutter ran through her chest at his opening response, though she quelled it quickly. The girl hadn’t been expecting such an emotional reaction from the changeling; though, she reminded herself, the wound could have been fatal had they not acted hastily and urgently. It truly was a close call, and though certain members of the team had had similar close calls before, it was the first time something so sudden and severe had happened to her friend right before her eyes. She swallowed, hands limp in her lap as her eyes met his. “C’mon,” she said gently. “Don’t start crying, what would Cy say?” Her gaze softened as she voiced the joke, a sense of positivity returning to her. She felt it somewhat wrong for him to be speaking so seriously, and so chose to take his part by lightening the atmosphere, a ghost of a smirk only just in sight. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I can’t help it.” The tears trickled down his face. “I’m just so happy… Don’t tell Cy… even though he almost cried too.” He wheezed a short laugh. “He told me I’m not gonna be able to do much for a while… Would you mind hanging out with me while I’m stuck? …I could use the company… and the calm.” azarathian (Raven): An understanding smile graced her complexion as she tilted her head a touch to the side. “What? You think we’re gonna leave you in here on your own? Don’t worry. We’ll all be spending time with you till you recover, or at least till you can move from bed to the couch and all those wires come off you,” she assured, eyes gesturing to the multiple machines his fragile body was hooked to. “Did he say how long it might take?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The changeling wiped his eyes and smiled at her. “He thinks I’ll be hooked up for a few days… And all better in a few weeks… Call me crazy… but I think I’ll miss a few training sessions…” azarathian (Raven): The girl snorted softly. “Yeah. You are crazy,” she said. “But that’s not as bad as I thought. The important thing is that you get plenty of rest. It’ll help with the healing.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Like a fox… and every other animal.” His eyelids began to droop, but he attempted to keep his eyes open. “I don’t think I have any choice but to rest.” azarathian (Raven):

“Mm. Clearly,” she murmured, dipping her chin and giving a slight smile. It was obvious he was exhausted, and with having already spoken to the rest of the team individually, she wasn’t surprised. What he needed was uninterrupted sleep, for as long as his body required. And being the sensible person she was, Raven wasn’t about to deny him of it. “You’re tired. You should sleep…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Mm… I’m fine.. Don’t put the… car in the apple… husumuffa…” He trailed off into nonsense and gibberish as his eyes closed and he fell asleep. azarathian (Raven): THREE DAYS LATER One boot tapped impatiently against the tiled floor as she scanned the text in front of her, temples creased in concentration so as not to make a wrong move. Violet eyes flicked back and forth across the deck in her hands, turned tactfully away from the other’s range of view.

Hmm… Which one… A few seconds of suspense lingered between them, then her lips pursed to the side before she finally settled on a decision. “Stamina: fourty points,” she declared, placing the card down flat on the table between them. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“C’mon, whatever animal deities that may be out there, give me something good.” He drew a card and looked at it before setting it down. “Cheetah. Speed: eighty points. At least double your stamina points! Cheetah catches up to you!” azarathian (Raven): Damn.

A dark brow twitched in annoyance at the move. This game was like 30% skill and 70% luck. Now, if they had been playing chess, however… Raven exhaled through her nose, looking over her set once again but finding nothing that could overthrow her competitor’s cheetah. And so, she had no choice but to relinquish her dignity and reach for the excess pile of cards in the middle, taking the first lying on top. Come on. As she turned it towards her, the scrunch of her face gave way to a sly smile. “Surrender,” she said cockily as she threw the card down, which read the word she’d just spoke. “So I’ll be taking your highest ranking mammal, thank you.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Aw, c’mon…” He sulked, sliding the cheetah to her side of the playing field.

“You may have my cheetah, but I’ve got an ace up my sleeve… Well, not really. That would be cheating and I’m not even wearing sleeves.” In order for him to heal more efficiently, Beast Boy went without his usual tight uniform shirt. azarathian (Raven): “Really?” she said, “You might wanna choose wisely. This cheetah could turn back on you any minute now.” The girl had the card held between her fingers, waving it back and forth like taunting a lion with a slab of meat. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were planning to lure my most powerful card out so you can take it.”

“Like that’s gonna happen.” azarathian (Raven):

“Just play the card.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Uh. No. I’m not that dumb. You’re just gonna have to deal with a terrain change.” He laid down a swamp card. “Let’s see how strong your cheetah is when surrounded by swamp.” azarathian (Raven): His successes in the game so far were starting to get under her skin; she wasn’t used to losing, and certainly not to Beast Boy. She’d have to be prudent with how she continued from this point on. This was war, after all. As he placed down the card she leaned over the table that sat between her chair and his hospital bed to get a better look. It was another good move.

“Hm. Not bad,” she begrudgingly admitted. Scouring her deck, she tried to find a card that could thrive in swampy conditions. Her stare hooked onto the perfect thing. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to trump this in the environment at hand. “Alligator. Strength: 82. Nice try,” she said, leaning back in her seat, pleased. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “And it’s boosted by the swamp.” He sighed. “I guess I have to risk my most powerful card…”

He placed down his card. “Megalodon. Strength: 1,000.” Assuming Raven didn’t have an extinction card or something along those lines, his card will be able to defeat just about any card. azarathian (Raven): Her eyes swelled at the sight. It was just her luck that he’d have the only Megalodon card in his deck! It wasn’t just his most powerful card either, but the most powerful of all the cards. Nonetheless, there were two potential ways to defeat it; if the opposing player has either a dry terrain card (which would render the beast useless), or an extinction card (which made any extinct animal played irrelevant). Unfortunately for Raven, she had none of these in her deck. She tried to veil the worry in her expression, for she knew she was very close to defeat. Her only chance now was to pick a card from the main deck and pray it was one of the two she needed. And so, with a reluctant hand, she reached for the pile and once again picked the first one on the top.

Before lifting it to her face, she took a deep breath in, preparing herself for the worst. And in one swift, daring move, she looked at her fate. … Bunny. With a great sigh, Raven slumped in her chair, utterly defeated. “I’m out.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I won? I won! YE-” His celebrating was cut short by a hacking cough. “Shouting… bad idea…” He wheezed between coughs. He pounded his chest with his fist, yet another bad idea. “Ow… ow… ow…”

azarathian (Raven):

“Are you okay?” she asked quickly, standing up from her seat and pushing the small table to one side. Simply coughing might’ve seemed like a menial thing, but with his injury being as bad as it was, not to mention only happening three days prior, he could’ve really hurt himself just now. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He held a hand to his chest and waved his other hand dismissively. He didn’t want her to worry. He just needed a moment, he figured.

azarathian (Raven): Clearly he was in pain, and she felt awful for him. Having never been the victim of a collapsed lung before, she wouldn’t know what it felt like, but had certainly gathered enough research to know it was a terrible burden, especially early in the recovery process. Looking on at him with solemn gaze as he winced and clutched his chest, she felt a pang of her own in her stomach. Perhaps she could try easing it off, for the moment; it was definitely worth a try.

“… Hold still.” The magus pulled her chair closer to his bedside, so there was no space between the two, and sat back down. Taking her time, she leaned forwards and took his hand from his ribs, lowering it to his side so that the area was exposed. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” she almost whispered as she cautiously flattened her palm and let it rest against the flesh that he’d covered. She breathed in, then let some of her energy seep into him in a familiar blue light. Lips still, eyes focused on the action, she softly let her mantra escape like a wisp from her mouth. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): As the pain subsided, Beast Boy fully realized what was going on. Raven, the girl he’d been pining after, had her hand on his chest. It may have been platonic and simply to heal him, but he couldn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks or the fast pounding in his chest. She was so close to him… so beautiful. Her eyes were illuminated by the blue light, making them shine. And her hair had a beautiful purple sheen. He could even smell her, a mix of the soaps she used, incense, and a hint of tea leaves. Each titan had their own unique scent, but he found himself most drawn to Raven’s. He stayed silent, hands gripping the side of the bed, taking everything in. azarathian (Raven): A few seconds passed between them, the room void of all noise but for their delicate breathing. She felt the vibrations of her power beneath the palm of her hand as the last remnants of refulgence flowed into his being. Once it had completely dispersed, she felt only flesh again, and the beating of his heart below the curve of his ribs. It took a moment for her to catch herself after the process, but once she did she noticed how rapid the beating had become. Letting her hand lie there a little longer, she grew concerned her healing might’ve interfered with him internally. Why else would his heart be beating at such a pace? When she glanced up at him to address the matter, she was met with a flushed face and could practically feel the warmth radiating from it. “You’re burning up,” she said, taking her hand away and letting it hang in the air, unsure of what to do. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?” The girl looked at him, concerned. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Uh… N-n-no. I think I’ll be okay. Must be a side effect of the magic… “ The changeling stuttered out. “Or the lighting. These med bay fluorescent bulbs can really burn you up, you know?” He fumbled for excuses, not wanting to reveal his feelings for her just yet. Oh God… the way she was looking at him… Calm down, Beast Boy… This is your friend. You’ve know her for years. Be cool. azarathian (Raven): “Mm,” she hummed, not entirely convinced. She also couldn’t help the way her eyebrow quirked in confusion at his stuttering and tenseness. “Are you sure? I can get you some ice if you need it.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Uh… I suppose some ice couldn’t hurt…” Once Raven had left the room, he let out a sigh. “Idiot!” He scolded himself. “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off!” He huffed as much as he could with his injury. “Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” azarathian (Raven): Curious as to her friend’s current condition and not yet having visited him that day, a particular red-head floated mirthfully down the opposite end of the corridor from where Raven had left. By the time she had approached the infirmary door, the cloaked figure heading down the hallway was much too far for her to engage with, though she had recognised her to be Raven. Starfire immediately assumed the sorceress had just departed from having visited their injured green friend. Perfect! Now she would be able to fulfil the position of company for him. Smiling, she neared the door without a sound, considering her hovering form. It was as she reached the last few feet, however, that she heard the boy talking. Was someone still in there with him? She blinked, trying to make out who he was speaking to; she was sure she’d seen both Robin and Cyborg in the main ops room just before making her way to him… “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off! Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” Beryl eyes shot open with intrigue. Despite her foreign nature, Starfire was far from naive when it came to certain affairs. And just now, as she waited round the corner of the door, suspicions instantly flourished in her head. Though she couldn’t be certain of the situation at hand, she knew she’d heard correctly. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, after all - even for an alien.

“Friend Beast Boy!” she proclaimed, entering the room. “I trust you are in well spirits, yes?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Gah!” The changeling just about fell off the bed, but managed to catch himself. Holding his chest, he tried to calm down. “Jeez, Star. Are you trying to give me a heart attack on top of everything else?” He exhaled, managing a smile. “Yeah. I’m feeling a lot better now that I’m not hooked up to a bunch of machines. Cy says I’m not quite ready to walk around the Tower just yet though.” He blinked. “…You didn’t hear anything, did you?” azarathian (Raven): In all honesty, she’d seen the flail coming considering he’d only just been talking ‘privately’ to himself. She probably should’ve coughed or knocked or something of the sort before entering, now she thought about it… A small, nervous laugh filled the space between them. “Forgive me, I was eager to check on your wellbeing,” she began. “Oh, but that is joyous to hear!” the girl beamed at him, but when his question followed, though her smile remained, a certain… impishness seemed to play at her features. “I did not mean to intrude upon your conversation with yourself. But I am afraid the door was left open.” Need she say more? titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh… well…” He wracked his brain for a good lie. “I was just worried about scaring Raven off by being so dependent on her and you guys, you know? We’ve been getting along pretty well lately and I don’t want to mess that up.” He forced a smile, trying to convince her. “…Also, if you could not tell anyone what I said, that’d be great.” azarathian (Raven): “Ah, of course,” she replied, her smile growing wider. “I shall not tell, but I understand. You and friend Raven have been,” there was a brief break in her speech that one might have missed if not concentrating, “getting along very well.” She wasn’t sure whether to let the knowing glint in her eye show, but at this point it was simply involuntary. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Aaaand the blush was back. She knew. She totally knew. “…Please tell me you can keep secrets.” He looked at the alien pitifully.

“I really don’t want anyone finding out about this.” azarathian (Raven):

“I am certain I have none of the clues for what you mean,” she returned tactically, resisting the urge to burst with delight. To be truthful, certain recent events had spurred her suspicions even before this whole ordeal. After all, the alien had seen Raven asleep on the sofa with her head resting upon the boy’s shoulders; she’d seen the way they’d been smiling more and more in each other’s direction; she’d caught the fleeting glances in combat practise; and only the other day Robin had leaked to her that the pair had been in the same spot, together, just before Plasmus’ attack. Perhaps the boys were slow, or perhaps the Tamaranean was simply observant. But for certain, she was not disloyal. And though nothing just now had actually been confirmed, it would all remain very much hush hush on her part. “Tell me, when d–” “Oh. Star,” came a voice from the door, where Raven stood. The sibyl walked into the room to join the two occupants, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a towel. “You stopping here for a bit?” “No!” Starfire exclaimed, perhaps too quickly. “Not at all - in fact, I was merely doing the passing by and was just about to leave, so please, pay none of the attention to me, I shall be departing now!” As she was saying this, she was also gradually back-stepping out of the room. “Do continue to enjoy each other’s company without my intrusion. I shall see you in the while, friends, good bye!” Gone.

“… Weird.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Yeah. Totally weird. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.” He reached for the ice and, once handed to him, held the wrapped bag against his face. Even if he wasn’t sick, the ice felt nice against his heated cheeks. “Ahh~” He let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks.” azarathian (Raven): “No problem,” she said, once again taking the nearby seat and placing it beside his bed. “What were you guys talking about?” The question wasn’t protruding or anything of the sort, more like just something to say to spark conversation; only a small part of her actually cared for the answer. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh, uh. Not much interesting. Just asked how I was feeling and all that. Still horrible, but better. A better horrible.” azarathian (Raven): She gave a light, airy chuckle. “Give it time. I give it a week before you’re back to your old, annoying self,” she said, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other as she smirked at him. “I mean, you’re already halfway there.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smirked right back. “Just for that, you’ll be the first one I annoy~” He finger gunned in her direction with a toothy smile. “So, you up for another round of cards?” azarathian (Raven): Her eye-roll was subtle, but she made sure he still noticed. At the offer, she grew more alert.

“Only if you’re up for being beaten,” she smirked back, this time more confident in her luck as she gathered all the cards together and began to shuffle them in her hands. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): -Four Days Later- Another four days had passed, making it one week since his injury. Though recovering, he was not yet healed. He was, however, allowed to walk around and do small tasks. Exerting himself was not allowed and the second the changeling pushed his limits, a titan was somehow there to tell him to take it easy. Now, he couldn’t be taking it any easier, as he was sitting on Raven’s bed with headphones on. Next to him was Raven, also wearing headphones. The two had decided to listen to some music together on the changeling’s laptop. Beast Boy was currently bobbing his head slightly as Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy played through the headphones.

azarathian (Raven): Had someone told Raven three months ago that the current scene would be playing out, she wouldn’t have believed it. Nevertheless, there they were; Beast Boy leaning back into the pillows of her bed and the Azarathian herself sitting upright and cross-legged beside him. Though it had not been her proposal for this to transpire, it hadn’t taken much for her to agree to it. Beast Boy was still very fragile from the damage done to him despite Cyborg allowing him out of his hospital bed. However, there was only so much TV one could watch before becoming bored, and considering he’d spent five consecutive days in the med bay, unable to move, more boredom was the last thing he needed. A change of scenery and a change of activity was very much called for, so when Beast Boy had offered to introduce Raven to some of his music (on the condition she could also do the same for him), she accepted. With the TV currently being occupied by Cyborg playing obnoxiously loud video games in main ops, she suggested relocating to her own quiet haven, where they could actually hear what they were trying to listen to. They had both their headphones plugged into the one laptop so they could listen to the same song simultaneously. As Beast Boy’s most recent choice ended, the girl removed one earphone to speak to him. “That was all right,” she confessed. “Bit indie for me, but y’know. Still good.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy removed one earphone to do the same. “Pretty much any Fall Out Boy song is good.” He gave a playful scoff. “Too indie, huh? And what would you recommend, oh Mistress of Music?” He gave her a smirk, challenging her to find a better song.

azarathian (Raven):

“Hey, I didn’t say it was bad,” she returned, placing the loose earphone back in and proceeding to lean forward and claim the laptop. “I’m just saying this is better.” Her pride showed itself in her inflection as she fully accepted the challenge. After typing a few letters into the search bar she hit ‘enter’ and leaned back again whilst the song started playing: ‘Crying Lightning’ by the Arctic Monkeys. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Ooo~ Arctic Monkeys! Sweeeet~” He placed his earphone back on to listen. He kept quiet during the song, listening contently. “That was pretty good.” He started after the song ended. “But I wouldn’t say it beats any of my choices~” He gave her a smirk. In honesty, he liked the song. However, he didn’t want her to stop offering suggestions. “While we’re on the whole band named after primates thing, how about the Gorillaz? Ever heard of them?” azarathian (Raven): “Of course you wouldn’t,” she mumbled, brows raised and eyes sliding off to the side. They soon darted back to him though. “Is there anyone who hasn’t heard of the Gorillaz?” She had only heard a small handful of their songs, but was very familiar with the name all the same. And the songs she’d heard, for the most part, she’d liked (even if she only ever listened to them once every few months, perhaps less). titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “My bet would be on Starfire. She’s only been on the planet for so long… Come to think of it… You’ve only been in our dimension for so long… I’ve had my whole life to learn about stuff here. How did you learn so much in just a few years? I mean, I know you’re smart and can learn stuff, but, really. You must’ve cast a spell or something.”

“If you can cast spells that make you learn more, I could use it.” azarathian (Raven): Sometimes her teammates would say something, and it’d be quite the reminder that, despite being extremely close friends for over four years, there was still plenty they didn’t know about each other’s backgrounds. “Actually,” she began, “my mother was from earth. That influenced me to learn from a young age.” She was sure she’d never told Beast Boy, nor any of the titans such a thing. Why would she? There had never been any call for her to talk about her mother, and she certainly felt no desire to bring up such subjects of her own accord. “That, and Azarath’s culture is already quite similar to earth’s. A lot more than Tamaran’s, anyway.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Aw… I was hoping for a smart spell… So, like Earth, huh? Does that mean I could figure out how to use the toilets there?” He chuckled slightly. “Half the furniture on Star’s planet seemed to be alive. Forget being afraid of being eaten by the monster under the bed; be afraid of being eaten by the bed!” azarathian (Raven): A sharp breath left her nose in amusement. To be fair, he wasn’t even exaggerating - Tamaran was a scary place to foreigners like them. Truth be told, Raven didn’t particularly look forward to visiting their friend’s home planet, and not just because of the painfully long journey there. “Trust me, it wasn’t like that there…” Her voice seemed to trail off, mouth falling a touch as she realised the need for her past tense. A welt hit her in the chest at the memory; indeed, if Azarath still existed, and if it was as easy to reach as Tamaran was, she imagined her friends would’ve enjoyed a brief visit. Gaze drifting off to the mattress beneath her, she quickly swallowed and hurried to move past the memory. “Anyway, if I find a ‘smart spell’ strong enough for you, I’ll let you know,” she said, giving him a light nudge and weak smile. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy picked up on her unhappiness. Raven’s demeanor may not have faltered much, but he knew her old home was gone and used common sense. She didn’t seem to want to talk about it though and he decided to try to just be generally cheery instead. He smiled at her joke, a little wider than he usually would. Perhaps a happy song would help her feel better? “Ever heard Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles?” azarathian (Raven): “No, but I have a feeling I’m going to,” she replied, happy to oblige the request. Leaning forward again, she picked up the laptop and placed it gently into the lap of the boy beside her, granting him the freedom to search and play the song. With legs still crossed, she rested one arm on her thigh as the other raised to adjust the loose earbud back into her ear, ready to listen to the song about to play. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): -Two Days Later- Another two days had passed and Beast Boy was gradually recovering from his injury. Despite this, he still needed his rest. It would seem he needed even more rest today, however, as the rest of the team had yet to see him leave his room. It was well into the afternoon at this point and he would usually be up by now. His sleep was less than restful, however, as he tossed and turned through a nightmare. In his nightmare, he felt a sense of dread as he wandered through a strangely cold swamp, sans water. The feeling faded as he realized Raven was walking next to him. He let out a sigh, feeling better now that Raven was there. The feeling of calm soon returned to dread when Raven let out a yelp. Whipping his head to the side, he saw that Raven was being engulfed by some sort of black sludge. The changeling immediately reached for her hands, trying to pull her out of the sludge, only for her to sink further and further. Soon enough, Beast Boy was on his knees, desperately trying to pull her back to safety. Despite his efforts, Raven was ultimately consumed by the ooze. As he frantically waved his hands through the cold sludge in an attempt to find his friend, the dark substance began to recede into the earth. Not giving up on her, he began to dig at the ground, removing great chunks of earth and revealing Raven once more. She was no longer engulfed in sludge, but was instead being dragged down by what looked like Trigon in sludge form. The cold from earlier became a great heat as an ominous orange glow came from below him. Realizing his friend was quite literally being dragged to Hell, he continued to dig. Though it seemed no matter how fast he dug, Raven was out of his reach. He refused to give up and continued to dig, even as his gloves, skin, and flesh tore from his hands and the heat became more and more intense. azarathian (Raven): “Huh. Still no sign.” “Hm?”

At the sound from behind her, Raven pried her eyes from the pages of her book to look over her shoulder at the masked man, who appeared to be scanning the area of the main room. “Beast Boy,” he continued, walking over to where she sat on the couch. “Haven’t seen him all morning. Just thought he’d be up by now.” “Yeah, neither have I,” she returned almost nonchalantly, drawing her attention back to the novel in her hands. “He’s still weak. Probably sleeping.” “Guess you’re right, poor guy,” Robin sighed, stretching a bit before making his way over to the kitchen. He took the kettle on the counter and brought it under the faucet to prepare some coffee. “Wish I had it that easy,” the Boy Wonder chuckled lightly to himself. “Got a mountain of case files to go over this afternoon. Should be fun.” It didn’t sound fun at all, and Raven internally groaned at the guilt she felt for her friend. She didn’t want to say it. She really didn’t want to say it. “You want some help?” Damn her generosity. “Nah, s’alright,” he said, setting the kettle down and flicking the ‘on’ switch. “Already got some.” A small noise of knowing left her as she turned a page, but she didn’t look to him. The tease was present enough in her voice without her expression’s help. “Very generous of Star,” the empath poked, sensing how Robin’s shoulders grew stiff even from the distance between them. He turned round to her with a jolt. “Who said it was—” It was now that Raven chose to turn to face him again, chin dipped and a brow raised. “… Fine,” he slumped, finishing off his coffee. “I gotta get back on it now, anyway. You mind checking on Beast Boy? Bring him some water or something, he might need it.” “Sure,” she agreed with a nod, allowing her leader to exit the room without any further chiding, though she easily could’ve continued. It was a good thing she respected him. Having saved her place in her book and prepared a glass of water with ice, Raven headed for the changeling’s room, knowing full well she’d just be met with a sprawled frame and drooling mouth. Why Robin insisted he needed a check-up and water, she’d never know. Still, as their leader it was fair for him to have the boy’s best interests in mind. He was, however, much better than he had been by this point though. The girl gave a few knocks to the door she stood outside with her free hand, but got no answer in return. So she tried calling, not wanting to just walk in without warning. But still no answer. So next she let the door slide open and passed the threshold into his space. Messy beyond belief, as expected. But the room’s owner wasn’t quite as she’d expected him to be. As she approached the bed, she noted how Beast Boy squirmed on his bottom bunk; forehead adorning a dab of sweat, fingers twitching and face grimacing in his sleep.

Is he having a nightmare? Cautiously, she swiped off the pile of clothes strewn upon the nearest chair and brought it to his bed, then proceeded to sit and set the glass of water down on the table next to her. “Beast Boy?” She gave him a light shake, hoping to stir him from his sleep, or at least calm him. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): No matter how hard he dug, he just couldn’t get to Raven. What’s more, his arms were getting tired. It felt like his arms were made of lead and they were getting harder and harder to move. As his arms failed him, Raven was pulled further and further into Hell. Unable to do anything else, he cried her name, as if that would help. “Raven!”

He bolted up in his bed. He whipped his head to the side and, upon seeing Raven, pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay! I got you!” He cried, not quite free from the fog of his dream yet. azarathian (Raven): At the sudden movement and yelp, Raven only had enough time to blink before the boy’s arms were thrown around her. Only a moment passed, a gasp shooting into her, before she took action. Instinctively, both of Raven’s hands found the curve of his shoulders, pressing down and forcing his weight back. With a few inches’ space made between them, their faces could meet and she could more effectively anchor him down. “It’s okay - it was a dream,” she quickly told him, steadying his form with her grip. “Look, I’m okay.” She spoke directly. Loudly. So he could hear her above his panic. And even once she’d made her point, her eyes pinned to his, assuring him that he was back in the real world - that he had nothing to fear. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Despite being pushed away slightly, Beast Boy still had a death grip on her, fearing she’d be taken away if he let go. He looked at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You’re… you’re okay…” His breathing slowed as reality set in. Raven was okay… and he was holding her. “Sorry.” He let her go, embarrassed.

“I… You were really not okay… in the dream.” The changeling hoped she didn’t realize the implications of his dream; that he cared for Raven deeply and feared losing her. azarathian (Raven): She sat back as he released his hold on her, relieved that he seemed to be calming a bit. Still, she wasn’t the one to be concerned about; what mattered was that he was okay. She met his gaze with slightly tense brows and let a moment pass between them. “Here,” she said, passing him the iced water she’d placed on the table earlier. “What happened?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He took the glass with a quiet “Thanks.” before drinking just about the whole glass in one go. After catching his breath, he paused to think. He supposed he owed her an explanation, given she told him her nightmare a while back. “…You were being dragged to Hell and I was trying to dig my way to you.”

It sounded really stupid when he said it out loud. azarathian (Raven): Well, of all the things he could’ve dreamt about, she certainly hadn’t been expecting that answer. “That sounds… intense,” she returned, quite lost for what else to say. It at least explained why he’d awoken with such a start, but why would he have such a nightmare in the first place? She was fine; in fact, even with his injury, the two had been more fine in recent days than ever. Each other’s company was something they’d really been relishing, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wonder what had spurred on this train of thought from the boy’s subconscious. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Yeah… This weird black sludge sucked you down. I tried to pull you out, but it just kept sucking you in. Then the sludge was your dad dragging you to Hell somehow? It was weird… You don’t think it was a sign or anything, right?”

azarathian (Raven): She saw the concern in his eyes, but felt no such need to feel it herself. Though the contents of the dream itself was foreboding, she was almost certain it held no message or warning within it, and was merely a result of his own imagination. She believed this for a few reasons: one being that Trigon had been banished by her own power, and she sensed no disturbance in that banishment and was confident in its strength. Another was that, if her father was to contact anyone, it would be her. And so, though she returned his frown, she felt assured in the belief that all in the real world was well. “No,” she said with conviction. “It was just a dream. Your mind’s probably been restless with the stress of recovering.” A comforting hand found its way to the top of his arm. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m fine.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He let out a small sigh. “Good.” He gave her a small smile when she placed a hand on his arm. He was reminded of how she had calmed him in his dream with her presence. Seems that translated to reality. “You’re probably right. Maybe it has to do with not being allowed to transform too. I’ve never gone so long without changing shape before. Doubt suppressing my animal instincts is good for me. Hope I remember how when I’m all better.” He chuckled slightly. Shape shifting was not exactly something he’d forget over a few weeks. azarathian (Raven): “Something tells me you will,” she smiled faintly back, bringing her hand back to lie in her lap. “Don’t try before Cyborg gives the okay, though. It could do more harm.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy let out a groan. “I knoooow. But it’s so hard! It’s like going without stretching!” He flopped back into his bed. azarathian (Raven): The sight of him being so childish, for once, struck her as more amusing than off-putting. She imagined him being unable to shapeshift as normal would be like her suddenly being unable to lift her form from the floor at will. To pick up and book and read it. To sit on her bed and meditate. … Actually. “You should try meditation.” The words just tumbled out of her without much thought. Of course he wouldn’t try such a thing. Still, she’d said it now. She’d seem foolish to suddenly take it back. “It could help. Y’know, with taking your mind off it…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Meditation?” He gave her a strange look. “I don’t think that’s really my thing; staying still and all that.” He thought for a moment. If she taught to him to meditate, they might get a little closer. It wasn’t like he had much better to do. “Then again, I guess I can only do so much like this. It might be good for me.”

azarathian (Raven): “So… you’d wanna try it?” she asked, as if what he’d said hadn’t answered that already. She supposed she just needed confirmation that she’d actually just heard Beast Boy consider the idea of something as static and reflective as meditation. For a second she wondered whether she’d made a mistake; he’d probably be awful at it. Still… titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Sure.” He gave a slight shrug. “It might be good for me and, if not, at least I tried something new. You’ll do it with me though, right?” It seemed like a dumb question, given she meditates all the time, but he wanted to make sure she didn’t just leave him alone to fail spectacularly at meditating. azarathian (Raven):

“I think it’d be a pretty brief session without me there,” she said, a lull of amusement in her tone. “But I’ll only do it if you agree to do it properly. No messing around or talking.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Aw. You mean I can’t pull pranks and meditate at the same time?” He joked. “That’s fine. Your company should be enough to keep me from going insane.” azarathian (Raven): Something behind her chest flitted a bit. It seemed stupid, but she believed it might’ve been because of what he’d said. ‘Her company.’ Why did that make her feel… special? She almost wanted to shake her head because of how stupid this was. A little, passing statement like that. And yet in her mind she asked herself whether he’d have said the same to any other member of the team. This was extremely stupid. “Oh?” Why was she expanding on this? Why was she making it into something? “Funny, I’d thought we usually drove each other to that,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. What on earth was she doing? titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smirked at her and leaned forward. “And would you still say that now?”

Honestly, he was pretty sure he knew the answer. No, she wouldn’t. The two of them had really come to enjoy the other’s company, despite their differences. Still, he imagined it’d feel nice to hear her acknowledge it. azarathian (Raven): For some reason, though she undoubtedly noticed the slight fall of his lids and lean of his frame, these gestures didn’t quite register in her as they probably should’ve. This is to say that, whilst the cloaked girl would typically recline, or perhaps not even react at all, this Raven found her gaze holding a fragment longer than it should, her breath shallowing in a silent approval as she hung on the boy’s words. “Probably not,” came her reply, and as it left her lips it was apparent that her tone was softer, more dulcet than it had been moments before. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

Ahh, satisfaction~ He would have settled for a simple no, but the way she said it, just, he didn’t even know. He liked it. It felt like they just got that much closer with her acknowledging their more than tolerance for each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you li-” EEE-O EEE-O EEE-O The alarm blared throughout the tower, startling the changeling onto his back. At least he was on his bed. azarathian (Raven): Whatever the boy was going to say was abruptly lost to the sudden screech of a siren, setting the room alight in a flashing red glare. The sound broke Raven’s eyes from her teammate as her head shot up, alert.

She could’ve groaned aloud at the desperately unwanted interruption. Of course, it was never a joy to have the tower’s alarm go off, but something about this particular time really felt like a punch to the gut. Dark brows knitted together, gaze growing hard as she sighed and stood quickly from the chair. There was no time to waste. And yet her body begged her not to retreat from the room. There was just something that seemed to be weighing her will down. All the same, she forced her instincts to kick in and went to turn from the person in the bed without another word. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Before she could leave, Beast Boy quickly reached for her hand to get her attention. “Hey.”

“Be careful, okay?” He wished he could join the fight to make sure nothing happened, but he was still to stay in the tower. azarathian (Raven):

The sudden grip on her hand halted her mid-step, and she glanced back over her shoulder to see the concerned face looking up at her. The heroine knew he was only on edge because he wasn’t used to being at home, helpless whilst his friends fought in battle. But they did this every day - he had nothing to be worried about. Still, she made a point to press her lips together and give him a last nod of assurance, before pulling out of his hold and letting her feet carry her hastily out of the room. As she made her way to join her teammates in main ops, her mind remained hooked to the thought of Beast Boy, restless in bed and worried for his friends whilst he could do nothing but hope all went well. But it wouldn’t be this way for much longer. If Cyborg’s words were true, the changeling would be fully recovered, able to move about and exert himself as he pleased in just another five or so days. And honestly, it was safe to say that the entire team were eagerly anticipating that time to arrive. [ FIN ]

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