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joontier · 3 years

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report viii

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, romance

warnings: someone will be leaving...temporarily....

word count: 2.3k

g/n: sorry for posting this late sdfasdfa

[taglist]: @nottodayjjk @ditttiii @zeharilisharaban @btsbunny07 @turquoiseandplaidinautumn @aamxxrii @codeinebelle

Subliminal in Scrubs (the records) | navi. | m.list

There’s a knock on your door, one you instantly recognize as it’s a catchy beat you exclusively share with one person alone: Ayoung. “Mind if I came over?” she asks from the other side of the door. You roll your eyes, chuckling as you walk to your doorway, “I don’t even know why you even bother asking, honestly!”

“Unlawful entry happens when a private person enters the property of another without consent from the owner. The same shall be punished by…”

Ayoung pauses her sentence midway as you open the door. “And does that count when said owner had long given such private person the passcode to her door, Attorney Shin Ayoung?”

It’s Ayoung who fondly rolls her eyes this time. She raises her hands, fingers turning white as she clutches onto two bags full of food. Your face lights up at the sight. Whoever said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach was severely mistaken - that, or he or she hadn’t taken a woman’s true source of wellbeing into consideration.

“What’s on our menu today?”

“Oh you know our go-to review food. Seori halmeoni’s jjajjangmyeon house special!” Your mouth falls agape, astounded at how she even managed to get those when halmeoni’s special dish always sold out in the middle of the day.

“Please don’t tell you lined up for hours for these...”

“What if I told you I didn’t have to?” Ayoung winks while she takes her shoes off. You grab the food from her hands and start setting the table. “What do you mean you didn’t have to?” She chuckles at your creased forehead, knowing you’re talking about the minimum one-hour waiting time of halmeoni’s stall - and that’s on off-peak hours.

“I think the landlady might’ve mentioned me moving to a new apartment, so when I was coming home from school today, she called me over to her stall and handed me these care packages.”

“Awh, that’s so sweet of her!” Your chest warms at the thought and the reminder that your lovely neighbor was going to move away. Not to mention Chohee has similar plans too.

Ayoung lets Netflix pick out a random movie, adjusting the lighting of your room enough for you to eat your dinner while watching. “Right, speaking of, won’t the hospitals be sending out acceptances for your post-graduate internship?”

Pushing your laptop to Ayoung’s side of the table, you show her the screen of your mail - the same page you have been refreshing for hours now. “Well, let’s just hope for the best then, shall we?”

Forty-five minutes into Miss Congeniality, a notification from your mail app lights up your phone screen. You see the header display that it’s from Woocheon, and it’s as if your heart drops to the ground, and your fingers are simply glued to the side of your phone, leaving you staring at it until the screen turns black again.

Ayoung notices your silence and pauses the movie. “You okay?” the sweet girl places a comforting hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently to wake you from your trance. Gulping, you look at her expectantly. “It’s an email from Woocheon.” Her eyes widen along with yours. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”

“What if I didn’t make it?”

“Unnie, you wouldn’t know unless you do.”

With one eye closed, you turn to your laptop and click on the new mail. “Besides, they’d be a fool if they didn't accept the application of the same woman who topped the exam now, wouldn’t they?”

Just then, Chohee’s caller ID lights up your phone.

“_____________!!!!!!!!!” Your best friend’s voice rings in your ears, your barely comprehensible name loud and clear with Chohee’s shrieking.

“I’m already positive you got accepted to Woocheon because I had this gut feeling and you know my gut never lied to me - plus I had it confirmed by a fortune teller…” Chohee starts, then takes a breather, “BUT guess what? I also made it to Daegu Medical Center!! GAH _________ I’m literally crying right now!!”

“I’m so proud of you Chee, I really am,” your voice wavers, and you bite on your lip to keep yourself from pouring out all your feelings. “Don’t go me emotional right now, young woman! I’ve got makeup on, and my parents and I are going out to dinner, and I can’t ruin my cute outfit with tear-stained cheeks now, can I?”

Typical Chohee. You smile. “Of course, Chee. I know. We’re gonna be actual doctors! You go ahead and enjoy your family time. Young-ie has come over with jjajjangmyeon.”

“It’s jjajjang-night and none of you even bothered to send me an invite?! So much for our so-called friendship huh!”

“Well, if you’re willing to drive three hours all the way from Daegu after you have dinner with your parents, you’re free to come. Otherwise, we’ll have to finish halmeoni’s recipe all by ourselves.”

Chohee sighs from the other end of the line, while Ayoung watches your conversation with your best friend with the fondest of smiles. Chohee doesn’t stay long after that, declaring that she has to go. As soon as you put down your phone, Ayoung asks about your best friend, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did she choose Daegu Medical Center? I thought Woocheon was like the most sought after hospital for internships?”

“Actually, DMC is being managed by Woocheon too. If I’m not mistaken, it’s also equally as hard to enter Woocheon. Plus her parents work there too, so DMC was the only hospital for her.” Ayoung nods her head in acknowledgment, then presses a button on the remote to continue the movie when an unknown number sends you a text.

Out of all people, you weren’t expecting Soomin to send you a text. You’d been meaning to hear from her so you excitedly send her a text back.

Just the same as the last time you went here with Chohee, the tiny bell dings when you open the door to the cafe. Soomin instantly hears the sound and waves you over to her table. As you near, she rises from her seat with a big smile on her face.

“________! Long time no see!” she exclaims, extending a hand outward to offer you the seat across hers.

“Soomin! It’s been some time, hasn’t it? Would you believe it’s been months since we were reviewing our notes under strobe lights and loud music? Out of all the places to review though!” you laugh, setting your bag down. While Soomin goes through the menu, you take the opportunity to look for Jimin if he was around so you could introduce them to each other too. After all, there’s no harm casually meeting your workmates before meeting them formally as coworkers right?

“You know, I was really looking forward to this day - especially when you had invited me to this lovely place for brunch…” A smile graces Soomin’s youthful features. “I actually know someone who world here...I’m not exactly sure if he’s working today though…” Once more, you glance over Soomin’s shoulders, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of Jimin’s golden locks. Ah, yes. Speaking of goldilocks.

“Wow! Just in time.... He’s actually here today! Jimin!” Your calling his name surprises him, immediately causing him to look for the source of the voice. He’s sporting a wide grin when he recognizes you from the counter, until he sees who you’re with then diverts his attention somewhere and walks away quickly.

Absolutely taken aback by his reaction, you sit there for a moment with your mouth agape until Soomin clears her throat discreetly. “Um...o-okaayy, that was awfully strange...I’m sorry - he’s not usually like that.” You discreetly hide the disappointment in your voice, wondering if Jimin just literally pretended to not see you when you had even waved him over.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah...um...I’ll try to approach him later…”

“Perhaps he’s uncomfortable meeting strangers?”

Highly unlikely. Not when Jimin had no problem interacting with the other oath takers that he managed to get the whole group and your families away from the maze they called the convention center. Plus, he’s really good with the customers too who generously fill up the tip box after experiencing Jimin’s exemplary customer service. Jimin’s ability to handle social interactions is out of the question.

“This Jimin guy,” Soomin starts, pointing a thumb towards the till, “how did you get to know him?”

You pause for a moment, recalling your memories. “Honestly, I just realized it now, but I actually met him the same night I met you. He was in the same club we were dragged into, and when you convinced me to approach the cute guy at the bar, he actually saved me from a spiked drink - from the dude I was supposed to hit on. The next time I met Jimin was when Chohee and I went here for brunch too and we saw him working here, so I guess that’s how we all came to be friends…” Jimin’s cold-shoulder just moments ago appears in your thoughts. “....I guess...at least that’s what I thought.”

You figure this apparent ‘friendship’ with Jimin wasn’t exactly as real as you thought it was.

It’s all the more surprising that Soomin seems to be the least interested in your meeting, or, that she already knew who Jimin was. She was simply nodding her head as you talked, occasionally sneaking a few glances at Jimin while he was serving orders to the other customers.

You start patching things up, trying to put two and two together to see if it would all make sense. No way. Could it be? That these two had history?

Just then, Soomin stands to excuse herself and heads over to the toilet. The moment she disappears from your sight, you hastily call Jimin over. “Are you okay? Was there a reason why you couldn’t come over earlier? I wanted to introduce two of my friends to each other, but one doesn’t seem to be so willing....” You cross your arms over your chest, murmuring your hurt feelings loud enough for Jimin to hear.

“I’m sorry, ________. But your ‘friend’....she’s not really just someone uh…”

“Was she your ex-girlfriend then?” Pursing your lips, you egg him to go on with a raise of your eyebrow. Jimin’s eyes widen and he shakes his head back and forth. “No! No...it’s not like that...she’s actually my boss.”

His hesitant explanation doesn’t convince you one bit. Surely, there’s all the more reason for him not to blatantly ignore you when his boss was seated right in front of you the whole time, wasn’t it?

Jimin sighs as he watches your reaction, knowing his clarification didn’t suffice. “Well she isn’t my boss, per se, but she is the daughter of the woman who owns this cafe. Wait, they own the whole building, really.”

Oh.

“And uh…” Jimin gulps. Hard. “....the other day…” He looks around warily. “...I might have spilled coffee all over her dress...which was white…”

Oh.

Shit.

“Why didn’t you just quit? It would have been easier.”

“I couldn’t. Not when Woocheon’s results weren’t out yet. I need my allowances too!”

Just as if on a terrible cue, out of nowhere, Soomin appears beside Jimin. You weren’t about to abort from your original mission though. “Hah! Perfect timing! Um, Soomin, this is Jim…” Before you even finish your sentence, Jimin bows quickly, apologizes, then turns on his heel, declaring that he still had to get back to the kitchen to do stuff.

Soomin remains silent, getting back to her seat quietly. You suddenly feel bad for her, seeing how Jimin makes every attempt to ignore her, and gets away with it every time.

Unfortunately and unlike Chohee, you are unable to get out of an awkward situation in a snap of a finger, so you apologize in Jimin’s stead first. “I’m so sorry, uh, he can be really shy at first…” Hopefully that wasn’t a complete lie?

Much to your surprise, Soomin waves it off with a smile. “It’s no worry, really. He’s probably still bothered with him spilling coffee all over my dress but I assured him a couple of times that it wasn’t that big of a deal. And that I always have extra clothes stashed in my car.”

Soomin shrugs as she takes a sip of her lemonade. “I told Jimin it was nothing afterwards, but he wouldn’t stop apologizing...and now he won’t look at me too.” You’re at a total loss, amazed at how she calmly and easily handled that situation like a true boss.

“Besides, dwelling on such a small thing won’t be worth it. Not when we’ll be spending an entire year together…”

You go over her statement again, partly confused. An entire year together? She meant the internship, probably? And above all that - she knew about Jimin too, even when the boy won’t even let himself get five meters close to Soomin?”

“Ah yes, I’m sure Jimin has told you about Woocheon as well right?”

Well, you were aware of that, but you weren’t so sure about how she knew about yours and Jimin’s applications. “Yeah...um, but….I’m sorry, was there a list online that mentioned all the chosen applicants for the internship program?”

“Oh right - I sort of know some people from Woocheon who have told me about those who got accepted...It still feels like it was just yesterday when I was registering my classes for med school and now we're finally here!”

The two of you toast the future, clinking your glasses of lemonade together. Nothing could get better than having your friends become your workmates too. Surely, it’s a sad fact that Chohee won’t be going to the same hospital as you would, but you’re beyond elated that she got into DMC where she’d always wanted to work at.

At least you’ve got Jimin and Soomin by your side now, and hopefully, new friends you’ll meet along the way.

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thecurseoflife · 4 years

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TTS - ACTORS AU

Okay so I didn’t see any actors au of TTS and that is NOT okay because I love actors AU, so I made my own !

And I regret it because this took me FOUR DAYS to make, which is unbelievable since I work really fast usually. I have a lot of ideas for this AU but I don’t know if I’ll be able to make them since it’s taking HELLA LONG.

So I decided to just give you guys my ideas and if someone want to draw them it’s like, YES PLEASE I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THEM <3 !

First for Cassandra’s and Varian’s haircuts, I actually just took the one of the concept art (so don’t kill me please) For the colors of all the characters I took the color palet of their actual ouftits in the show and I slammed it into modern clothes, and surprisingly it works very well !

Okay now the ideas X) :

-Jeremy and Eden pretend they hate eachothers but actually they have a younger annoying brother and older pissed off sister. But if one of them is hurt they worry for eachothers and it’s just sweet.

-Eden have the gay vibe

-Jeremy is a BIG fan of Adira’s character and of the actress Kelly Hu. He asked Chris Sonnenburg (Chris) when Varian would get a scene with her and Chris said : never. Jeremy smile just faded and he looked so down everyone on the set thought he was going to straight up cry. (Jeremy explain he actually did cry but later in the toilet, he was just very disappointed). So instead he came whenever he could to see Kelly play and talk to her afterward.

-Questions : What part of your character do you like the most ? Eden : Cassandra is very independant, and I stan an independant sword lady. Mandy : Rapunzel is so determined and brave, I find her really inspiring. Zach : I just really love how Eugene is attached to Rapunzel and how he’ll do anything to her, but ESPECIALLY the trust he puts in her. He has so much faith it’s... boyfriend material. Jeremy : SASSY VARIAN ! When he went “She’s right, dad” MMMH I loved playing that part.

-Questions : What was the hardest part to play ? Mandy : When the guards just take Varian away, while he was begging for help, it was just so... mortifying, we had to re-do the shot several times because I would break into tears. Eden : I don’t really have something that comes into my mind, Cassandra is pretty easy to play because I relate to her a lot, but if I had to pick one I think it would be in the last episode when she pours her heart out on Rapunzel, it was hard to just brutally change the mood and make her break. Zach : Eugene is really one of those character that is always smiling and putting a facade even when they’re sad or not feeling well, and I have a love-hate thing toward the moment he sung all alone in the castle, because it was so beautiful and emotional, but at the same time, it was like I wasn’t really playing Eugene anymore, it was a really special moment I think. Jeremy : I think it was all those moments when I had to be mean to Mandy in season 1 because she is just so sweet and nice, and I knew we were playing but I still didn’t really enjoy those moments. Although I do love villain Varian. If I had to pick one it would be the moment when he took the flower in front of her and just straight up said “I used you”. It always sent chills in my spine.

-Questions : What’s the part you enjoyed the most to act ? Mandy : I loved performing “Wind in my hair”, everything was so good, and I love the song so much. The... the desire of Rapunzel behind it was so uplifting and hopeful, I adored it. Eden : I really liked the moment Cassandra betrayed Rapunzel, I think it really has that impact, and right after she burst into “Crossing the line”. It’s one of my favourite moment. Zach : Like I said I have a love-hate relation of “Everything I ever thought I knew”, so it’s also one of my favourite acting moment. Jeremy : Obviously all of the Sassy Varian scenes, but also the moment he came back from the castle to find his father incased in amber. It’s the moment his whole arc of villainy began and I had to make the viewer feel his despair and anger, and I think I did a great job, it was really fun to do.

-Questions : Jeremy, you’re the youngest on set most of the time, isn’t that a bit hard to live ? Jeremy : When I first arrived on set, I was really excited because I love the character of Varian so much and I was so happy I passed the audition, and then I realised : wow I am the only kid here. I was very shy at first because adults I don’t know are terrifying. Of course my parents were there because back then I was underrage, so I was just stuck with them but there are moments they just can’t come with you, and I was on set, dressed as Varian, surrounded by all those unknown grown-ups. And I could see that the other actors were glancing at me but not confident enough to try to talk to me. So I was there, sitting on a chair by myself, fidgetting with burning stares on me. My first thought was “this is going to be an awful experience”. Then Mandy arrived. She said two words to Eden and Zach and went straight to me with a big smile. She shook my hand and introduced herself, talked a bit with me then dragged me to the group of grown-ups and very quickly I was integrated. Of course I was thrilled when Vivian and Ruby arrived, but I was also comfortable around the other actors. Thank you Mandy, thank you so much for that. Mandy, off camera : ;w; Aww, you’re welcome Jeremy, it’s a pleasure to be friend with you.

-Questions : If you had to choose one character to stan for who would it be ? Zach : Rapunzel, of course. Why do you ask all the actors are going to say the same thing. Eden : Rapunzel. Mandy : Rapunzel Jeremy : I stan one (1) fearless princess : Rapunzel

-Jeremy had just black hair and the first time the hairdressers put him the blue strip because Varian had one, he looked at himself and went : Wow I want that in my everyday hair.

-Mandy is really nice and sweet, a bit of an energy pile, friends with everyone. Really loud sometime when she’s excited. A really happy person.

-Zach doesn’t have to get his hair done much because he’s the one that just have the perfect hair for the character. He often tease the other actors about that. He’s very extra, personnality close to Eugene’s.

-Eden doesn’t know how to sit properly on a chair. She have a short temper, and despise shoes : whe nshe doesn’t have to wear them, she doesn’t.

-Since Eden, Mandy and Zach have a lot of scenes together and they met eachothers before everyone else, they have bffs vibes all the time and there’s often pictures of the three of them hanging out on their social medias.

-Jeremy is really friend with Ruby (Catalina) and Vivian (Kiera) and they’ve been scolded several time because they mess around on set.

-Ruby and Vivian are actual best friends in real life and they auditionned together.

-Sometime Jeremy makes memes references and Zach is the only one that gets it

-For the night scenes outside they had to sleep in tents, and one time they did a full sleepover. They were not fresh the next morning for the scenes.

-Jeremy calls Eden “Cassie” to piss her off and sometime the other actors actually call her like the characters. (CassANdra, Cass...). It works very well. One time Chris called her Cassandra by error and everyone exploded in laughter.

-That’s it for now but i may post more.

DISCLAIMER : This is in NO way based on the real voice actors, I just took their names and l slapped them into Actors AU. This is all in my head, NOTHING really happened as far as I’m aware

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twilightofthe · 4 years

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What was your opinion of the Clovis arc? People I know either love it or hate it, no in between. I generally liked it but found it waayyy ooc.

Hey anon, thanks for the ask!!!!

AHSJFLSLALK OK SO UH. Wow. Clovis arc. Yiiiiiiikes ok so. I totally agree with you on the fandom divide and I also totally agree that everyone involved in it is rather OOC for my taste. That being said, that case of OOC is exactly why I personally do not like the arc that much at all.

(Please note that my following words are MY PERSONAL OPINIONS, and that anyone is free to disagree, in fact I welcome the discussion, and even if this is your favorite arc, please consider yourself welcome on my blog I hold nothing against those who might like it)

Part of me was gonna make a short and sweet point about how I don’t like that TCW has had both of its main female characters have unwanted kisses forced on them, and instead of teaching young girls watching to tell those kinds of people to fuck off and respect their bodies, we get: 1. Just let it happen, you both must kinda like each other anyway or 2. Stay still then sit back while your boyfriend beats him half to death

But actually turns out I wanted to spend all day writing an essay so now you get this. So far I’m gonna hit four points:

the show’s constant need for Vader foreshadowing sometimes tending to completely override Anakin’s current mindset and personality he should have at this point in the timeline as well as his preestablished characterization

the way TCW gave Anakin a giant dosage of toxic masculinity to try and please the pissy movie critics who didn’t like that he cried

the role of Padmé and how TCW tries to portray her as a “strong woman” by just having her constantly be irritated by and sometimes even look like she actively dislikes her husband while simultaneously have her act OOC so they can blame HER and her actions for Anakin’s reactions and anger and overall Fall

How I think this arc is not irredeemable and that with some fixes it could be done decently— decently, not well, because a lot of this arc’s problems are also due to preexisting writing choices throughout the show

(Ok whoops this turned into a half Clovis arc rant half entire TCW Anidala commentary)

So firstly I wanna start that yes, I am fully aware that TCW is meant to fill in the gaps between AOTC and ROTS and help explain why Anakin’s mindset in the final movie is what it is and justify his Fall. Of course we need to show some Vader foreshadowing throughout the series, and in some places it is executed very well, notably the Mortis arc, the Bad Batch arc, the Wrong Jedi arc, as well as others that I can’t cite off the top of my head currently because I might have a mild touch of heat exhaustion wooo I need to get off the beach.

But it also has some rather hamfisted Vader foreshadowing stuff too. Like, y’all know the fandom joke where it’s like “Anakin: *Accidentally Leaves The Toilet Seat Up*. The Background Music: *BLASTS the Imperial March*” but like, they actually really do that. Like the time where they have Anakin take out a terrorist about to blow up an entire ship full of people and then play the Imperial March afterwards and imply he’s a “cold-blooded killer” just to defend the moral purity of the two people who were gonna stand there and let the ship blow in the name of idealism.

I’m getting off topic but yeah, sometimes the show’s Vader foreshadowing makes sense, sometimes it’s pretty forced, and the Clovis arc DEFINITELY leans towards the forced side, and when they try to force more of Darth Vader into Anakin at a point where he shouldn’t quite be there yet, it screws with his entire character.

This is particularly shown in the majority of the show’s takes on Anakin’s relationship with Padmé. Namely, they tend to forget nearly the entirety of AOTC with the exception of the Tusken murder scene, then forget even more of ROTS up until the point where Anakin strangles her on Mustafar. Basically, they take the truth that it was Anakin’s unhealthy attachment to Padmé that sparked his Fall, but then they decide to run with it where almost every single interaction he has with her in the damn show is him being a toxic overbearing dick to her and her acting like she mildly tolerates him at most and definitely doesnt respect him as like, I guess a way of showing what happened on Mustafar is in character for them???? Ugh, I’ll explain further.

So with Anakin’s aggressive possessiveness towards her. We know Anakin has possession and attachment issues. We know he’s a clingy needy whiny anxious mess who’s constantly afraid of losing or driving away the few people he has pinned his entire happiness on. We know he leans unhealthily on Padmé to provide the majority of his emotional support. We know he’s convinced himself he can’t live without her. But never, NEVER is it seen in the movies where his possessiveness turns into outward aggression towards her or this douchey pushiness. Never does he treat her like his property, like she belongs to him.

Not until Mustafar.

Not until he’s raving, half out of his mind with the warring emotions over the atrocities he’s just committed, until he’s begging her to understand where he was coming from, begging her and the child to stay with him and justify his decision, until he sees Obi Wan and sees her backing away from him, leaving him, and he PANICS because oh no no no you can’t abandon me, I need you, doN’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME. And he lashes out and tries to force her to stay, punish her for leaving and doubting him, and he puts that hand around her throat.

And that is supposed to be when we know he’s crossed the line, when we’re supposed to be horrified, where we know he’s lost himself, because he has NEVER ACTED LIKE THAT BEFORE.

Now how does Anakin act before? In the movies? He’s deferential to Padmé in almost every other scene they’re in together.

In AOTC, yeah he stares at her a bit creepily from a distance, he says awkward things and does goofy stuff to impress her, but he does Not get in her face. The few times he does invade her space, she flat out tells him: stand back. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t say that. Don’t interrupt me. And Anakin always, always backs off, respects her wishes. He follows her lead and lets her call the shots both on Naboo when he’s supposed to be protecting her and when she organizes the Geonosis rescue and once they arrive where she flat out tells him “I’m a Senator, I’ll handle this, just back me up”, and he’s all but just “ok yes queen”.

But they aren’t married then. Fine, take ROTS. It’s a movie all about Anakin’s issues but even then, when he’s worried about Padmé dying, he tells her he’s worried and that he can’t lose her, but he still keeps a distance. He doesn’t constantly hover and loom over her. If anything, Padmé, both in ROTS and AOTC is always the one to approach Anakin and close the distance when there’s conflict. When Anakin is upset, he averts his eyes and distances himself, tries to draw in on himself and brood silently, and we’ve seen it in Palpatine sometimes (of course with bad motives but he still does), but Obi Wan and Padmé both especially needing to be the ones to come over, turn his face to them and be like “hey, look at me, I care about you, what’s wrong”. Padmé SAYS in ROTS when he’s feeling specifically conflicted about losing Padmé, “don’t shut me out” and has to come over to him because he’s retreated into a corner of the room to scowl angstily out the window. Anakin does NOT get overbearing and possessive of her or get in her face, not once in the films.

In the fucking show? The Clovis arc, while perhaps the worst offender, isn’t even close to being the first time Anakin has been overly pushy and aggressive with Padmé, or acting like she’s something he owns, From that time in the Senate Hostage ep where he’s bugging her about ditching work and all but acting like incels texting like “awww but babe my dick hurts :(”, from the FIRST Clovis disaster ep where he’s childishly trying to screw up Padmé’s mission, to the Clovis arc in season 6

And this is where they just roll right in with their “oh so Anakin’s an overbearing, entitled douche” bit with the interaction he has with Pads and he’s trying to talk her out of taking the Clovis assignment and he says something along the lines of “as your husband, I demand you don’t do this”.

Hwat. The Fuck.

What kind of caveman-esque, 1800’s-ass man of the house whom my wife must obediently serve kinda entitled-ass BULLSHIT?!?!?!?

Like, I’m sorry, I really am, but that is just completely out of left field and not like Anakin at all. I mean to the point that when he’s an evil Sith Lord trying to talk her into taking over the galaxy with him, EVEN THEN he does not include “Padmé you must join me because I’m your husband and you do as I say” sort of domineering assholerly.

Anakin does not push Padmé around. He does not TRY to assert authority over her or try and force her to do shit. Not only because she doesn’t put up with that kinda shit for a second, but because Anakin respects Padmé; he will treat her with respect. He always has, and sometimes like in this arc it really doesn’t feel like he does.

Now of course Padmé’s response to the “I own you” declaration is “fuck you, asshole, I do what I want” and doubling down on her decision, and then decides to go even harder on the mission if only to spite her douche husband (and we’ll get to Padmé’s characterization in a bit) which is a very different kind of Anidala conversation we see in the show as opposed to the movies (also discussed later).

Now, the reason for Anakin’s overbearing douchery ties directly into an overarching problem in TCW— honestly, one of the very few issues I have with this show, but the problem is that it touches nearly the entire thing —and that is they almost completely reworked Anakin’s personality to be more hyper-masculine alpha male.

This is a topic I’ve discussed on my blog before, but the gist is that in the movies, Anakin was not the typical male heroic protagonist and DEFINITELY not what people expected from Future Darth Vader The Masked Brutish Male Power Fantasy. He was awkward, he was shy, he was soft spoken, he was clumsy around the girl he liked, he was very openly romantic, he liked frolicking in fields and candlelit dinners and snuggling. Two of the most important people in his life were soft, feminine women and he openly loved them very dearly and very gently— and he deferred to them when he felt it was right, as I’ve mentioned before. He CRIED when he was upset and was messy and emotional. And fanboys hated this with a burning passion. They couldn’t project their power fantasy onto this!!!! The Anakin critics were a HUGE part of the mob who crucified the prequels to the point of chasing both Anakin actors practically out of the movie industry in general.

The Clone Wars writers were obviously petrified of this happening again. So their solution, as has always been Star Wars’s solution to hateful fans being upset about an innocent character, is to completely rework them, hide or retcon all the undesirable qualities, and act like everything was all fixed. Now don’t get me wrong, there are aspects of TCW Anakin that I adore. As I’ve also mentioned before, they got his humor, his cleverness, his eagerness to do the right thing, to help people, his relationship with Obi Wan and Ahsoka and his men, they got that all perfectly. But the rest??? TCW’s solution to the criticism of Movie!Anakin was to turn him into an agressive, dominant, violent shadow of everything “soft” he was in the movie

Now, he speaks loudly and more deeply. Now, he’s cocky and overconfident and while yes he was arrogant in the movies, now it’s dialed up to like an 11. He never cries, never even THINKS to show a negative emotion that’s not Manly Rage And Aggression(TM). And then there’s the way he is around the women in his life. No more awkwardness or shyness, now he makes jokes about being a “ladies man” and does whatever the fuck flirting he does with Miraj Scintel even though the Anakin from the movies would have needed like every scrap of his self control just to look at her without insta-murdering her face. And then there’s how he is with Ahsoka and Padmé. He is muuuuch more of a loud brash dudebro around them who pushes his weight and is kind of controlling and their solution is just to have the both of them be Strong Women(TM) who Fight Back whenever he tries it too hard with them.

With Ahsoka, it’s not too bad because it’s a brand new dynamic and she’s a rather agressive firecracker personality herself when we first meet her, so the constant Snips n’ Skyguy snipefest works for them. For Padmé? It just means that in far too many episodes they’re in there’s a point where Anakin says something Eh and Padmé gets mildly irritated to actually annoyed with him for it and she’ll talk down to him and then there’s an argument between them because he’s bullheaded and she’s a Strong Woman. Why do I consider these out of character?

In the movies, despite the flaws, Anidala is a couple who actually tries to communicate. Anakin feels open to speak about his troubles to Padmé and her to him (for the most part, she definitely has a savior complex and a tendency to squash her own shit so she can help deal with both Anakin’s and the galaxy’s at large) when they’re worried or concerned about something and they want to talk it out, so they’ll talk it out!

The problem with Anidala isn’t that they don’t communicate, it’s that they try but also only do it by halves because they hate fighting. They’ll talk, Anakin will say something that Padmé might disagree with— the fascism discussion in the Naboo field in AOTC, the question of whether the Republic is just or not in TPM —and she’ll try and correct him if she feels he’ll listen, but if he doubles down, she’ll go “ok you know what, agree to disagree, let’s not fight” and she subtly changes the subject because she hates fighting with him. If Pads says something Ani doesn’t like— telling Obi Wan about them in ROTS, some emotional advice she tries to give in both movies —he’ll flat out shut down and be like “I don’t want to talk about this, let’s drop it” and then seek out cuddles or affection as a distraction.

And that brings us back to the Clovis arc. The scene where the “as your husband” line occurs. Anakin is trying to talk Padmé out of doing this not because he’s jealous. Maybe he was jealous the first time he met Clovis and saw Padmé being all cute n’ fond with her old flame, but this time it seems almost entirely because last time ended in catastrophe and he’s genuinely worried for Padmé and feels she’s not thinking wisely, that she’s putting herself in danger.

However, Anakin is deciding to voice these concerns in Possessive Dudebro Pushing because of the aforementioned misguided Vader Foreshadowing and Toxic Masculinity. Padmé? Is not even CONSIDERING what he has to say, is just breezing on through and shutting him down at every turn and generally acting like he’s a dumbass who doesn’t have a clue about anything.

Now, it is very in character for Padmé Amidala to be all “I’m right, you’re wrong, fuck you don’t get in my way”. HOWEVER, they aren’t framing this as solely Padmé having a goal and bulldozing her way through the situation. That’s not how they frame this.

They frame this as: Padmé is embarrassed that she misjudged the situation wrong the last time and embarrassed even further that Anakin had to step in and get her out of trouble— which he brings up —and probably remembers that he made fun of her while he did it—

(Timing out to say that THAT scene was also OOC; they once more wanted a Vader parallel what with Anakin’s silhouette when he opens her cell door and the way Padmé’s sleeping pose is identical to Leia’s in ANH. But Anakin basically steps in and gives her this condescending-ass “awww the little wife’s gotten in over her head like I SAID she would, good thing I’m here to rescue her!” bit that’s really just MEAN. It’s not like him and Obi Wan’s/Ahsoka’s teasing snark whenever they have to pull each out of trouble, he’s just kicking her while she’s already down. Really, Anakin’s reaction should have been a lot less humorous and a lot more pissy; she didn’t listen to him, didn’t trust him, and ended up in danger because of it. It’d be a surly and upset “I told you so”, not an amused one.)

—and now it seems much more like Padmé is solely taking this assignment to spite Anakin for being a dick and to pettily prove that she knows what she’s doing rather than any sense or urge to do the right thing. And....... childish pettiness????? Is not Padmé. And yet, she has the entire immature “don’t tell me what to DO, Anakin” attitude this whole arc that amounts to WAY more than just the normal response she would have to his overcontrolling dickishness

And once again, it’s because she, like everyone else in the episode, seems to think the problem Anakin has is that he’s jealous of Clovis. He’s not, not really. He’s insecure, yes, but he also knows Clovis is a bag of dicks as well, and trusts that Padmé knows she’s better than that. His problem isn’t fears he’ll lose Padmé, it is entirely that Padmé isn’t listening to his concerns, doesn’t trust him, is going into a situation they both know is unwise, and he is frustrated he’s not in a position where he can look out for her since he feels she’s not looking out for herself. And, he’s not entirely wrong. Padmé IS being reckless and kind of irrational solely to prove a point. He just goes about it pretty much entirely the wrong way, which is what you can really say is the cause and effect formula for any problem Anakin Skywalker encounters and subsequently makes worse.

And then there’s That Scene. The one where Clovis tries to force a kiss on Padmé and Anakin freaks and almost kills him for it. I’ll start off by quoting another Tumblr user on that very scene by saying in regards to Clovis: “that bitch deserved that”. The almost murder? Maybe not that far, but the initial hitting for disrespecting someone’s “no”? Yep, that was deserved.

My first criticism is that Anakin shouldn’t have even had time to attack him because why the fuck wasn’t Padmé instantly kneeing him in the balls?!?! Like Padmé is not prone to violence immediately, no, but she can will and does defend herself immediately when she needs to— her right punch knocked someone tf out once when she was pissed —and she already gave him a warning that his advances were not welcomed.

Now, I am absolutely not victim blaming. I am NOT saying it is the fault of a woman (I’d be a hypocrite if I did and that’s all I’ll say on THAT), or of anyone when faced with sexual harassment, if they don’t fight back for whatever reason, no matter how capable of doing so they may be. What I’m saying is that considering her previous behavior and personality and the fact that the show NEVER goes deep enough into explaining heavy stuff like why victims might freeze or NOT fight back when faced with harassment, I feel like showing her not attempting to defend herself at all is kinda strange.

Now, Padmé’s utter passiveness to the situation aside, we’re going back into toxic masculinity and misunderstood interpretations of how Anakin displays possession. While I’ll repeat that Clovis deserved consequences for the forced kiss, Anakin going full caveman defending his property jealous rage just. Doesn’t feel right to me. Again, I think Anakin would probs hit him and put the fear of living god into him, maybe even I’d buy the attempted murder if they framed it as Anakin doing it because he hates those who force their will on others and disrespect women, but the whole that’s MY wife and you’re touching her shite just once more feels alpha male aggressive ridiculousness. Like again, I understand Anakin is possessive of Padmé, but not like this. I’m sorry, but I just cannot see that, him fighting over her like she’s a scrap of meat.

Like, I completely think she’s in the right tho to put them on a break after he does it though. That’s well within her right.

But then onto the FINAL part where after Clovis goofs and fucks them all over and then dies, she forgives him and blames herself for everything and apologizes. And like, that part I do see as in canon and character for her and for Anakin. He doesn’t like to admit his mistakes, her mistakes weigh on her and when she fails to fix or save someone, she falls into depression and upset and self-blame.

But the fact that Clovis died because Anakin dropped him? Anakin Skywalker, who scaled an entire elevator shaft carrying two people over his back who combined probs weighed more than Padmé and Clovis. Anakin Skywalker, who’s used the Force to lift tons of debris, who’s used it to hold back explosions, Anakin Skywalker, MOST POWERFUL FORCE USER IN HISTORY WHO TENDS TO RELY ON BRUTE STRENGTH FOR MOST SHIT ANYWAY. That Anakin couldn’t pull two people over a ledge?!?!?!?!? This has always bothered me.

Like to be honest; I feel this entire episode could have been so fixable too. Like keep Anakin’s obsessive worry over Padmé making a mistake, keep the best part of the arc which is his talk with Obi Wan where Obi Wan tries to connect with him and explain that he’s not alone, all Jedi have emotional struggles and have loved, if perhaps he wants to TALK to someone about it, Obi Wan is here for him, like that? That’s okay!

Just ugh ffs, get rid of the nasty Anakin treating Padmé like a naughty dog who won’t obey him and the Padmé purposely acting unwisely to spite Anakin plot. Have the entire conflict be both of them being upset that the other doesn’t trust them, doesn’t believe in their advice, keep Padmé’s speech about how marriages NEED trust and compromise to survive, take all of Anakin’s aggression towards Padmé and transfer it to aggression towards Clovis, like make the conflict him menacing the guy if he hurts Padmé again just because he’s being overprotective and “if you won’t look out for yourself I will” and Anakin getting constantly checked for not being able to control his emotions, Padmé can tell him off for being overprotective instead of overaggressive and his possessiveness can instead show through him arguing that he needs to keep her safe at all costs. THAT can be the argument.

And if they want the Vader foreshadowing? Like real, in-character Vader foreshadowing??? Tbh, drop the Clovis beatdown, drop the machoness towards Padmé, and just have Anakin blatantly DROP the douchebag at the end of the episode instead of his hand slipping. Make him choose to ACTIVELY kill Clovis. Like THAT, Anakin taking the law into his own hands and deciding that he knows best and this guy is dangerous and has fucked up one too many times, there being an opportunity where there’s an chance to save Clovis when they’re alone without Pads, “be a Jedi, Padmé wouldn’t want this, do the right thing” Clovis might say, and we can see Anakin’s face considering, and then he just “Long Live The King”s him and lets him fall and die, THAT is an in-character Vader foreshadowing.

Then at the end of the episode, we can have Anakin lie to her, say Clovis slipped, say it was too late, and Padmé can believe him, thank him for trying. Then there’s the same thing where Padmé apologizes, and we can have a callback to the convo about trust and she adds that she’s sorry that she didn’t trust him, and when she says that, we zoom in on Anakin’s guilty face.

There. That’s how I’d fix these episodes

And THERE, I think I’ve complained about everything, I am SO sorry for the gigantic ass post and response, I’ll add a read more once I’m on my laptop and not on the beach on mobile.

But yeah anon, I hope that satisfies your question xD

Once again, I welcome discussion if y’all either agree with me or if you have any differing opinions, I know my takes are far from hot for several people and I’m curious to see what others think!

#i’m SO sorry i got carried away but yeah this arc and one or two others (one in particular) are the only arcs that kiiinda set me off tbh #long post #ask #anon #one (1) hot mess #queen of my heart #star-crossed lovers #sw the clone wars #anidala #the clone wars

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Death need no invitation - PJM

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Summary: Moving into your new apartment on the dance academy campus, you hear it is haunted. You find yourself practicing your routines with the ghoulish resident in the second bedroom. Things get heated, except you know ghosts are cold. so...

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide and Death, smut, feelings.

Genre: Supernatural, Mystery, Drama, Romance, Action, sexy stuff and more. HONESTLY ALL THE GOOD STUFF.

Words: 2k

I recommend listening to either Lie, Serendipity, or Promise.

You were setting up your apartment on campus, the rent was so cheap. You found out the reason why was because people said the place was haunted. The ghost of a dancer who had died in the second bedroom. Every story was different and you never particularly believed things that had spread so thin by word of mouth. You would rather find out for yourself. Stepping into the apartment it felt cold.

"Hello to any um spirits past or present. I am hoping it is okay if I move in, it's just Me," you said feeling stupid but thought it best to be polite. You began moving your things in, there were only two suitcases the place was furnished, had everything you would need in the kitchen and a dance school didn’t require any textbooks. You felt like you weren't alone so you acted as polite as you could with the space.

The place was dusty so you cleaned the dust off a some surfaces and found a few photos which once you wiped the dust you could see a smiling young man, "wow is this you, you are very handsome," you said and in the reflection of the glass you saw some movement behind you. Calming your racing heart you smiled and turned to the open space.

"So, uh… I assume my room is the door that's open?" You walked in and shut the door, taking a few deep breaths. Sleep didn’t come easy, but you slept quite peacefully. When you woke there was a flower on the pillow next to you. Sitting up, your heart was hammering out of your chest. Calming down when you received a call from your family, you blushed taking the flower and spinning it between your fingers.

You dressed for dance practice, heading to the kitchen, "thank you for the flower" it was placed in your hair at the front of your neat bun. You saw movement in the reflection of the stainless steel kettle, you smiled saying goodbye and left for dance practice. When you returned after school you placed a small bunch of flowers in a vase on the table.

"You gifted me a flower so I thought I could return the favor" You opened the flat cardboard box you had picked up after class and pulled out a large mirror. Turning to hang it on the wall you saw him standing behind you peeking over your shoulder. He was curiously watching you his eyes were sparkly and he beautiful features. The mirror crashed to the floor a few shards nipped at your shins.

"I'm so sorry, I am so sorry, you startled me, and I didn't expect you to be right behind me," you said hurriedly cleaning up the mess and in the shards on the ground, you saw him retreating to his room. "Wait please I would like to talk to you. I will always be here if you want to talk" he gave a sad smile and disappeared through the door to his bedroom.

You heard the water running from his room’s en suite, you frowned hoping he wasn't upset and flooding the place. Looking at the shards an idea struck you. Sticking pieces all over the walls you believed you could capture his reflection anywhere in the room. Whilst making dinner you caught movement in some of the mirror shards. He looked around causing you to smile, his hair was damp. And he looked a little tired.

"I don't know much about you and I am sorry if I offend you in any way. But would you like something to eat?" He nodded and carefully walked over to the breakfast bar and sat his hands clenched together on his lap, looking around at the mirrors. You made him a plate of food and turned catching him pushing his wet hair to the side, trying to stick it down.

He ate it in a strange way in the mirror his plate was being emptied, yet in front of you, it sat untouched. You asked him if he enjoyed it and he nodded his cheeks full. His voice was soft and sweet. "It’s delicious, thank you"

The days past and you had purchased more mirrors. You both had quiet conversations and he would practice dancing with you in the living room. He danced like a dream, his body moved with such grace you felt your heart flutter as he touched your body and lifted you into the air as your routine required. He was so different from your dance partner Hoseok. Hoseok was so energetic and an excellent dancer. Jimin however looked like he was sliding on Ice and every move appeared to take no effort at all.

Jimin went for a shower at the same time every day, he never kept a routine. But without a doubt at 7:30 he walked to his room and the shower began. He would return after about ten minutes always looking exhausted. You once showered at the same time, thinking if you got your shower over with you could join him in the living room again. But the water was ice cold and you could hear crying.

Late one afternoon you went to the dance studio to rehearse for your upcoming performance. Jimin followed, you checked the room was empty before he joined, dancing with you. There the mirrors surrounding the whole room and you could see him completely. No longer seeing fractions of him at a time, the only barrier was the mirror between you. But even in the mirror, you locked eyes, he spun you grabbing your body. Moving with you like a shadow.

Out of breath, you were in the finishing pose, his right hand was on your stomach and his left holding yours. You were panting he leaned in and brushed his lips against your neck. Your breathing hitched, you had found out a lot about him over the months. The mornings he was chatty and playful but when the sunsets he was quieter and affectionate cuddling up beside you.

It was getting late you would have to head home soon to start dinner. You didn't want to go not yet, his hand pressed against your stomach sliding his smooth fingertips up your abdomen and under your workout cropped shirt. Your breath shook, it was like lightning striking through your chest making your chest tighten. The electricity sparking between your legs, your stomach lurching in delectation.

He walked you forward until your hands caught the mirror before you ran straight into it. He was whispering sweetly in your ear, his breath was so cold. His hands that were currently under your cropped shirt grabbed your bra and pulled it down his hands massaging your breasts. He was hard, moaning into your neck and grazing his lips slowly up your neck and along your jaw.

"Baby, let me make you feel good" his hands sliding down your sides, squeezing your hips pressing his thumbs in circles. Your back arched at the pressure he felt amazing. He kissed your ear, his eyes looked to yours in the mirror asking you for your permission. Nodding he smiled pulling down your shorts and removing his sweat pants. He pressed inside of you, his mouth falling open in the mirror his eyes easing closed the sound of his pleasure a soft note in your ears.

His breath was shaky he gripped your hips moving slowly. You didn't want to miss anything so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes open. His lips quivered every time he pulled back and he whined softly every time he filled you once more. He was perfect, you couldn’t help yourself from begging for him. The two of you were unraveled, you hadn’t realized you had shut your eyes. Opening you saw Jimin hugging you, dressing you a few tears running down his cheek.

Heading back to the apartment in silence, you got inside, he went straight to his room. You heard the shower running as you made dinner. He never joined you at the table. Feeling lost, he had wanted you and what he changed his mind. Why was he crying, you felt your heart breaking and you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You loved him.

That night, you awoke abruptly, he was crying straddling you. His hair was damp and his hands firm around your throat, he sobbed apologizing. He let go collapsing beside you, you gasped for air. He was gone. The next day you were cooking dinner and you placed the tea towel on the bench by the sink while you went to the toilet. However, when you came back, the tea towel was on the stove on fire.

You quickly turned off the heat and splashed the tea towel with a jug of water. Turning you saw Jimin walk back to his room. Knocking on his door he greeted you, not looking in your eyes. Taking his hand you lead him to the couch and began talking about what he had been doing. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No I am being selfish, I am alone and undead and I wanted you to join me" he spoke softly, you hugged him and kissed his lips tenderly. Your heart broke every time you remembered this amazing individual had passed. He apologized and promised he wouldn't try to hurt you anymore.

Days past and true to his word, Jimin was no longer trying to kill you. You got the courage to ask him how he died. Nothing prepared you for the explanation "It was at 7:32 I went for a bath and drowned myself, now every day I relive that moment. I can't help it, I am stuck in a loop. I can do whatever I want but no matter how hard I try at 7:32 I am stepping into the bath every night, it's scary"

"Let me be there with you then, I won't let you face it alone," you said the two of you waited and when the clock read 7:32 you took his hand and walked into the bathroom. He undressed and started the shower you held his hand the whole time mirrors positioned around the bath. Sitting in the water his hand tightened around yours, you were crying as you saw his face slip underwater.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the mirror, watching his face contort through the emotions of his death. Eventually, his hand relaxed and his eyes were closed, you were shaking calling his name. He sat up looking at you his hair dripping and the water poured from his mouth as he coughed it all back up.

You kissed him the tears falling from your cheeks, completely heartbroken, he pulled you into the ice-cold bathtub. He kissed you stripping you down completely hands traveling over your form, your skin was raised gently from the freezing temperature. Your whimper coming out as fog as his blue lips attached to your nipple. Wanting to show you the finest of pleasures and how much he loved you.

You laid back allowing him to roam your body, he took things slow you could see his eyes looking upset. His features contorted in front of your eyes he was in mourning, there were absolutely no barriers between you. The kiss you shared made your lungs burning with the need to cry out but you held it your body, shaking the sensations becoming too much.

Thinking you were going to blackout but just as your vision blurred, you felt your body relax. Finally, the euphoria spreading through you. The burning in your lungs eased and you looked up at Jimin crying over you. Jimin no longer felt cold, he lifted your lifeless figure from the water and held you to his chest. You touched his face as he sobbed, "I don't know how to help you, I am so sorry"

You pulled your spirit from your body and looked up at him, "Jimin I will never let you go through this on your own"

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aliceinanderson · 3 years

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two doors down - self para

who?: alice anderson & male oc (with a special appearance from lincoln clarington-smythe) where?: dan & nia’s wedding reception / mckinley choir room when?: saturday, november 7th / monday, november 9th about?: alice has a revelation of sorts while hiding in the bathroom at the wedding and decides to bring her new found confidence to the glee club just in time for dolly vs. taylor week. set to dolly parton’s two doors down.

Alice couldn’t help the niggling feeling of regret that sat in her gut. Yes, the wedding had been beautiful and she had enjoyed watching the married couple’s first dance and it gave Alice an excuse to wear the dress she had been given for Christmas last year, but it became pretty clear pretty quickly that most of Alice’s night was going to spent standing against the wall.

As Jaz & Serenity continued their Wedding Party Opener, Alice felt her stomach twist and turn with anxiety. Wiping her sweaty palms on the skirt section of her dress, Alice did her best to discreetly get up so that she could head to the bathrooms. Head down and shoulder slumped, the brunette felt someone grab her by the elbow and spin her around. It was Lincoln, making his way to the side of stage for his duet, dressed it what Alice had to assume was a recreation of a Doja Cat look from her knowledge of the song she new Bodhi and Link were going to performing. His face was pulled into a look of disapproval and Alice felt herself shrink under his glare. “You’re really going to dip right before I go on? I’ll remember that, bitch,” he stage whispered to her, as if to not disturb the other wedding guests around her. While Alice knew there was more likely than not no actual malice behind his words, it certainly didn’t help with her sudden and intense episode of anxiety and the second he let go of her arm, she dashed out of the hall and into a bathroom stall.

Locking the stall door and sitting on the closed seat of the toilet, Alice put her head in her hands. This was a mistake. She just didn’t know how to be a person in social situations where she wasn’t playing a character. Alice was a nobody, she didn’t have the private school experience that her brother did, she didn’t have the popularity and social circles that some of the other girls in Glee did. And every day she had to deal with the fact she was planning to pack her bags and leave her family behind and run back to L.A. She didn’t belong here but how the Hell was she supposed to belong in L - fucking - A?

“ two doors down they're laughing and drinking and having a party. and two doors down they're not aware that I'm around.”

Alice choked out a sob, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, not caring if her makeup ended up smudged of if she had just ended up with a total snot rocket on her face. She had no plans on going back to the reception. But the last thing she was going to do was call her dad to pick her up.

“ but here i am crying my heart out, feeling sorry but they're having a party just two doors down. ”

Pulling a wad of toilet paper out of the roll and giving her face a quick wipe-over before flushing it, Alice took a deep breath and unlocked the stall, only to be staring at the face of a total stranger through the mirror, who was washing his hands and looked just as emotionally fucked over as she felt. Alice gave the boy, who appeared to around her age, although she assumed he must’ve been from NIa’s side of the family considering she had never seen him around McKinley, a empathetic smile and went up to the sink next to him.

“i think i'll dry these useless tears and get myself together. i think i’ll wander down the hall and have a look around 'cause i can't stay inside this lonely room and cry forever. i think I'd really rather join 'em two doors down. ”

She nudged the other teen’s shoulder with her own, trying to get him smile. Alice hated seeing people sad, it was the last thing she wanted. He let out a breath through his nose, corners of his mouth twitching up. “I’m Alice,” she said as she turned off the faucet, and as she pulled out a few sheets of paper towel from the dispenser, she heard him answer; “Pleasure’s all mine. I’m Coop.”

Alice turned around, nose scrunched up. “Coop? Like Cooper? I wish you didn’t tell me that, that’s my dads name!” she exclaimed playfully, faking a look of disgust that got a proper laugh out of him. God, he had a really nice smile...

“So, you from Dan’s side of the family?

“Kinda, he coaches one of the Glee club’s at my school and my uncle’s were his dad’s students because dad also coached the same glee club, like, a billion years ago. It’s a weird family dynamic,” she explained with a shrug. She tried not to over think how everyone she knew was connected in some way or another. “Enough about me though, Coop, what’s got you so sad for?” She quickly changed the subject, handing the boy some paper towel of his own.

“I’m...not great at parties. Even back in New York, I’m much a mess at them. Big social events with people I don’t know? With two white boys singing Tia Tamera no less? It was just too much for me, I needed to step out for a second.”

Alice nodded in understanding, looking down at her feet. She knew exactly how he felt.

“Come here, lemme fix your face up real quick,” he said softly, holding up a piece of the paper towel he had been given, the corner wetted.

Tucking a section of her hair behind her ear in nervous habit, Alice took a few steps forward until the two were only a few inches away. Coop took the extra step, closing the gap, and carefully wiped away some of the smudged mascara from under her eyes. Alice’s mouth grew dry, breath becoming shallow. She’d never been this close to a pretty show off-stage before...She swiped her tongue over her now-dry bottom lip and watched as Coop’s eyes followed down to her lips.

Oh my God...Was what Alice thought was going to happen...about to happen?!

Coop slowly pulled his hand away, resting the paper towel on the sink bench before bringing it back up and placing it on Alice’s cheek. Her face red, Alice felt something in the back on her mind click and she placed her own hand over Coop’s, his skin warm against hers. Slowly, the two leant close into a kiss.

This was it, Alice’s first ever off-stage kiss with a boy and she didn’t even know his last name. She fucking loved it!

When Coop eventually pulled himself away, a smile curving up across his face that Alice couldn’t help but copy, the two stood, frozen for a few more moments.

“So...my folks were able to get me a room with a double bed, so they could be with my baby sister...if you wanted to, I dunno, stay the night or something.” Coop’s voice was quiet and his tone hesitant, not knowing where things were going to go from here.

Alice reached out and straightened out Coop’s bowtie before letting a smirk sneak upon her mouth.

“‘Or something’ sounds like it could be nice.”

“ two doors down we're laughing and drinking and having a party. and two doors down they're all aware that i'm around. 'cause here i am no longer crying and feeling sorry. we're having a party just two doors down! ”

The two teens ran down the hall of the Inn, hand-in-hand and Alice’s heel clutched in her free hand, past the ballroom and into the elevator.

It felt like a dream. A hot boy from New York City had just kissed her at wedding and now they were going to his hotel room to do...it! Alice had read this trope a thousand times in her books - although they usually ended with the boy revealing he had fangs or something - and never in her eighteen years did she ever think it would happen to her.

“ i can't believe I'm standing here dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin', making conversation with the new love i've found. i ask him if he'd like to be alone and we start walkin' down the hall to his place waiting two doors down, yeah. ”

The two continued to kiss, pressed against the corner of the elevator, until the universally familiar ‘ding’ of them reaching their desire floor sounded. As they stumbled out into the hall, giggling and laughing just like the movies, Coop fished his room key out of her pants pocket as he did, Alice’s face dropped into a serious expression and she quickly placed her hand over the door knob as he went to unlock the door.

“Just so you know, I’m not prepared for the emotional commitment of a long distance relationship and once I graduate I plan on going to California. But I will happily give you my number and social media and if I ever find myself in New York one day...”

Coop laughed, warm and sweet, and took Alice’s hand in his once again.

“Understood. No strings attached. Just two new friends getting to know each other and having some fun.

“Exactly.”

“ two doors down they're laughing and drinking and having a party and two doors down we're not aware that they're around. 'cause here i am feeling everything but sorry. we're having our own party two doors down! ”

Alice felt like a new woman. Well, not literally. Nothing had physically changed and she wasn’t a strong supporter of virginity as a concept in the first place...

But, boy, it just felt so right! She had gotten the ‘talk’ from her dad, about how she only have sex when she was certain it was the right time, right place and with the right person.

And it felt really right.

It was Monday, the start of a new week at school and she had gotten a text from Coop first thing in the morning, saying he was about to board his plane back to New York and she had sent back a ‘have a great flight!! text me when you land!’ in return.

She had a friend from New York now. Wow.

It seemed perfect timing that the women of pop month for Glee was in full swing because she sure felt empowered. So much so that she had dug through her wardrobe until she found something at least slightly reminiscent of a cowgirl inspired look. A lacy maxi dress and a pair of old cowboy boots were all she could find, but with the braids she had done the night before, it got the message across.

Alice strolled into the choir room, head held high and gave a nod to the band who she had spoke to earlier than morning in terms of preparing her song of choice. Dolly had a song for every occasion and this one in particular really spoke to...recent events.

“ oh, oh, ooh, two doors down! two doors down they're laughing and drinking and having a party and two doors down we're not aware that they're around. 'cause here we end feeling everything but sorry. we're having our own party two doors down!

Jumping up on the piano on the key change and throwing in some simple boot-scootin’ choreography during the choruses, Alice let herself act the fool. It was the most herself she had felt performing in a while. Because she wasn’t ‘performing’ for anyone, just singing a song in a room with some friends.

Yeah, maybe Alice did belong in the Glee club after all.

“ two doors down they're laughing and drinking and having a party and two doors down we're not aware that they're around here we end, feeling everything but sorry. we're having our own party two doors down! ”

#tag. self para #// this is... long.... i got carried away sddksk #// because what's glee without a musical number to symbolize having sex at a wedding!?#// also just for my own personal reference coop's hypothetical fc is rj cycler

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ego-driven-one-wing-angel · 4 years

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Thanks again for 250 followers!!!

What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

A penguin. I love them so much.

Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Sometimes I wear one of those “drug rugs” or baja hoodies. With shorts. And sometimes knee high socks. I HATE pajama pants. So if I’m cold I find alternatives.

What song really gets you going?

Right now, Drinking Alone by Carrie Underwood. But usually Tranz by Gorillaz.

Where do you usually eat your meals?

At my dining table or in the family/living room with my mom.

Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

BRUNCH

Most embarrassing habit?

Sometimes I’ll pick my nose at the most inconvenient times like a child.

Chocolate or fruity candy?

Chocolate

Soft or hard tacos?

When I ate meat regularly, soft, with carne asada.

Worst way to break up a fight?

Throwing a pan at them? Dude I don’t know. Wrestle them to the ground? I feel like either of those are terrible.

Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

“You’re all probably wondering why I gathered you all here today.”

What color/design are your bedsheets?

Teal. And my comforter is a black/white diamond pattern.

Any hidden talents?

I was a dancer for roughly nine years. So I’m pretty good at that.

Favorite thing to drink out of (mug, glass, etc.)?

My Star Wars Luke Skywalker lightsaber water bottle.

Socks or bare feet around the house?

Bare feet man. Those who wear shoes in the house are weak and will not survive the winter.

Favorite board game?

Clue!

Do you sleep with the fan on or off?

I don’t even own a fan.

Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Heat at 67.5 and a sweater. Perfection.

Do you sing in the shower?

Who doesn’t?

Favorite song to belt out at the top of your lungs when you’re alone?

Tranz by Gorillaz. All time favorite song EVER.

Last thing you cried about?

Watching Zack die YET AGAIN in Crisis Core. I don’t think I’ve ever watched that scene WITHOUT crying.

At what age did you first have alcohol?

15ish. Wine.

Relationship status?

Single

What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

249$ A Guess coat that I absolutely adore.

What do you typically wear to formal events?

A modest dress. Heels. And a Louis Vuitton bag to match.

Favorite memory?

Probably almost getting arrested with my friends back when I was 17. We were at a closed park, after hours, past curfew, and it was like 3 am. We bought 64 tacos from Jack in the Box and pigged out in the venue. Super rad.

Gum or breath mints?

Gum

Favorite shoes?

Probably my Guess sneakers. I don’t wear them often, but I love the design.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My chubbiness. I’m not fat per say. But I’m not skinny either, but I want to look more like a classic, 1950′s pinup model more than anything.

What is the natural state of your hair?

My hair has very soft curls. Naturally, there more like “beach waves”

Have you ever had braces?

YES. WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE

Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Ghost hunting. I was illegally trespassing, and the building was real sketchy.

Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

I’m just an embarrassment through and through. What haven’t they caught me doing. But I guess writing porn is a close first.

Last time you had an orgasm?

I’m a virgin who has never experienced anything remotely sexual.

Celebrity crush(es)?

Sebastian Stan, Bill Skarsgard, Sam Claflin, Karl Urban, Sebastian Stan

Windows or Mac?

I’ve never owned a Mac, so I’m biased when I say Windows.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike?

Six, seven? I was still quite young.

Makeup or natural?

MAKEUP

What color do you wear the most?

I wear a lot of neutral colors like gray.

Favorite season?

Winter.

Umbrella or rain coat?

Umbrella.

Have you ever fallen out of a tree?

First car you ever owned?

A 2002 Toyota. Super old, and the chip was painting off. My trunk also broke. Oil leak. Y’know, a traditional first car.

What time do you usually go to bed?

Anytime between 11-1 am.

Are you a competitive person?

Yes.

Least favorite color?

Orange.

First pet you’ve ever owned?

A cat :)

Sweet or salty?

Sweet

Favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli

Favorite kind of chips?

Cheetos

Talk about something you’re passionate about.

Writing. I love being able to put my ideas on paper, let my thoughts and emotions run free in a world where I have to act a certain way. I can be anyone while writing!

What are some of your hobbies?

Writing

Drawing

Watching too much television

puzzles

Caffeine? If so, what kind?

I’m a tea gal. But I LOVE coffee. Especially mochas and caramel. With extra pumps of espresso. Hell yeah.

Favorite kind of pizza?

Ranch and Chicken or just plain cheese.

Fast food or sit-down restaurant?

Sit-down

Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

I love having a large circle, but I choose my best friends wisely. I only have about two or three of those and they’re the one’s I keep close to my heart.

Something that ruins your appetite?

This is a bit more dark, but my dad and I don’t bond outside video games. And he’s the type that believes it’s his way or no way no matter what. So if you get him angry he acts like a two-year-old who just got a toy taken away, and will try to push your buttons until you’re the same way. I saw the signs years ago, but whenever his anger is targeted at me I just don’t want to eat. I write instead.

Favorite labels about you?

As in names? It’s near 1 am while writing this so I might have just gone stupid. But I love it when my friends call me cutie. Or my good friend Charlie calls me Smarties. And he’ll pull out a smartie from his pocket when he does it. I also get called Reid, as in Spencer Reid, a lot.

Are you a religious person?

Yes. I try to be at least. I’m Christian.

Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Night out. I spend too much time indoors with one friend as is.

What size shoe do you wear?

Favorite thing about yourself?

My confidence, or my keen fashion sense.

Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

No.

Have you ever had sex on the first date?

No.

Heroes or villains?

Villains. (Sephiroth, Bucky Barnes, Loki, etc.)

Favorite fruit?

Pomegranates.

Least favorite fruit?

Bananas. I’ll eat them, but there are a lot better choices honestly.

Favorite vegetable?

Broccoli

Least favorite vegetable?

Brussels sprouts

How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

About a good three. First is salad. Second is fruit. Third is desert.

Favorite dessert?

Ice cream. Bubble gum flavor is my favorite!

Do you play any sports?

Nope.

Age you learned how to swim?

Seven or eight.

Tell a funny story.

Maybe this is just funny to me, but earlier today my cat was trying to lick her coat but she set her front paw on a piece of paper and anytime she bent over to lick herself she slid and she would have to readjust herself. She did this like four times before she decided to move.

What’s one interesting thing about your culture?

As someone who is a part of the Navajo tribe, something neat is the more fat you have on your bones the more people respect you because they believe you have money.

What’s one annoying thing about your culture?

We can’t touch cold-blooded animals. It’s said if you touch the scales of a snake, or even breath in the same air, you’ll get the same skin as them.

What job would you be terrible at?

Accounting. I can’t do math to save my freaking life.

Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

TV shows.

What’s your favorite compliment to give?

“Cute Outfit!” or “Love the Hair!” You have no idea how many people light up on either of these, male/female/nonbinary. Looking good is a happiness found across all the spectrums.

What’s your favorite compliment to receive?

“Cute hair.” Or “Love your makeup/nails.”

Has your opinion changed on something recently?

I can’t remember. Like I said, it’s close to bedtime where I’m at and boi, it’s hard to concentrate right now.

Do you always order the same thing at a restaurant or order something different each time?

I order the same.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

This sounds awful, but I’ve always wanted to try ecstasy. I have buddies who’ve taken it and say, if you do it right, the first time is pretty bomb.

If you could learn to do anything right now, what would it be?

Singing. I can’t carry a tune.

Favorite physical feature about yourself?

My eyes.

Least favorite physical feature about yourself?

My wide hip/waist ratio. If my waist was thinner I wouldn’t mind as much.

What’s one amazing thing you did that nobody was around to see?

OKAY. I scored a strike on Wii bowling while i was on the toilet one time. Two rooms away and not even looking at a screen. Just using my heart and determination and it was SUPER COOL AND I WISH PEOPLE COULD HAVE SEEN THOSE SKILLS.

If you could change your height, would you?

Yes. Everyone is a good foot taller than me. So I would most definitely want a few more inches.

What’s something you would rate 10/10?

Final Fantasy 7 Remake’s Character concept for Sephiroth. The eyes, the height, the hair. WOW. In love.

Heels or flats?

Heels

What’s something you wish you had more knowledge about?

Politics. I want to get more involved but every time I do I get so confused.

Would you want to be famous?

I wouldn’t mind. But I value my private life.

What’s something you would get arrested for?

Well I already almost got arrested for eating tacos in a closed park at 3 am. So maybe that.

What’s your spirit animal?

A cat.

What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

The fact that I graduated high school. I was developing anxiety and literally had no idea what the frick was happening with me and no one told me what it was. So I ended up skipping loads of school for that reason.

Are you the type to have an organized mess, or no mess at all?

Organized mess. Or just a mess.

Do you tend to make decisions based on the past, present, or future?

The future.

Are you a planner or a more spontaneous person?

Planner. I hate when things are sprung on me last minute. I have to emotionally prep up before a social event so 5-10 business days are needed.

Thoughts on the oxford comma?

I was taught to use it, but it’s literally so useless? I found myself either not using it or just doing it on instinct. So in one story you could probably find multiple instances where I use it and where I don’t use it, maybe in the same paragraph. I just do whatever fits that moment I guess.

What do you hope never changes?

My squad. I love them to pieces and it would break my heart if at some point they’d want to split.

How would you celebrate your 100th birthday?

Something extremely dangerous like skydiving or zip lining across a canyon.

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seouledbysisi · 4 years

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Something New

Chapter 21

Jae pulled up into a large apartment complex. He killed the engine and grabbed Sasha’s hand to kissit gently.

She looked around her surroundings. She felt a bit on edge. It had been a silent drive & he insisted on surprising her with something. Surprises gave her anxiety.

“Who lives here?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not really in the mood for company.” Sasha sighed.

Jae chuckled lightly. “Well get in the mood.” He opened the drivers side & hurried around to catch the door for her. “Stop pouting and come on!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just amazing to me that you’ve been hella busy for two weeks straight. We’ve barely seen each other yet you want to bring me to some random person’s house to hang out. Shouldn’t this day be about me since you finally have the time?”

Jae cleared his throat. He wasn’t in the mood for arguing. “Can you just please get out? I promise this will be a good day.”

She pulled the lipstick out of her purse to refresh her lips. “You owe me.”

She pushed past him as she stepped out the vehicle & walked ahead of him.

He jogged behind to catch up with her. “I can’t hold your hand?”

“You could have if you had have made this day about me. Oh well.” She crossed her arms. Sure she was being a brat but she really had missed him. He would have early mornings and late nights. By the time he’d make it to his mom’s house, they’d both be tired. And that was when he paid his mom’s house a visit.

They took the elevator up to the ninth floor.

“Let me guess this is one of your rich childhood friend’s home?” She asked with a attitude.

Jae shrugged. “I wouldn’t say rich.”

Sasha smirked. “Look at you being modest.”

The elevator dinged. Jaehyun led the way to the correct apartment.

905

He keyed a code in which unlocked the door.

“And why do you have the code to someone else’s apartment?” This whole day was getting weirder and weirder.

Jae simply laughed and pulled her into the apartment.

She was amazed at the decor. Whoever lived there had great taste or paid someone else who had great taste.

“Wow!” She spinned slowly to get a good view of the entire front room. “Who lives here, Jae?”

“We do.” A familiar voice sounded from the far left near the steps.

Sasha whipped around fast to see Ivy and Johnny leaning against the stairs. “Well done Johnny!” She clapped.

Ivy giggled. “I don’t think you understand. . .”

Sasha raised an eyebrow. “How hard is it to understand that Johnny got y’all a nicer place?”

Jaehyun grabbed her hands. “Babe, this is all of our place.” He had the biggest grin on his face.

Sasha looked around the living room once again. “Huh?” She was dumbfounded.

“Me and Johnny decided that we’d invest in a home that would be big enough for all of us. There’s four bedrooms plus a den.” Jae couldn’t stop smiling. Although part of him was scared she was going to shoot this idea down.

“Our bedrooms are down here. Ours on this side and yours across there.” Ivy pointed across the living room.” “And two extra bedrooms upstairs. One for Hendrix and-“

Sasha cleared her throat. “Don’t finish that sentence because I know where you’re going with it. I’ve come to the realization that I’m not having kids and I’m finally at peace with it.”

“I just have hope for you, sis.” Ivy pulled her into a hug.

Sasha forced a smile out. “Let that dream go. Plus you’ll have more that I can love on all the time.”

Johnny began to choke. “Oh God no. Not any time soon. Henny is enough!”

Ivy slapped his chest. “We’ll have more right now if I say so!” She yelled at him.

Johnny’s eyes widened. “Yes ma’am.” He answered with sarcasm.

“So are you in?” Jae asked with hesitation.

Sasha thought for a moment. “Do I really have a choice? This ring sort of bounds me to you. I go where you go.” She giggled. “Plus this apartment is Bomb!”

Ivy squealed. “Isn’t it?! They did so good with picking it out. I was shocked.”

“Who decorated?” Sasha asked as she eyed the two men.

“Us!” Johnny & Jae both answered at the same time.

Ivy burst into laughter. “Now the truth!”

“Well we hired someone but we gave her the vision and she brought it to life.” Johnny finally admitted.

Jae smirked. “So therefore we did it.”

Sasha rubbed his face. “Sure you did, babe.”

Brianne

Brianne walked the streets of Seoul, just to familiarize herself with the surroundings. She hadn’t fully decided to move there yet but she did have a couple of interviews lined up there. She figured it couldn’t hurt to check things out. She had missed her friends and maybe being closer to them would make her life better.

The sun was finally starting to set. She could smell the strong aura of fresh coffee beans being grounded. She squinted her eyes to see if she could find where the scent was coming from.

Bella Café

“Perfect!” She ran across the street to get to the entrance. It was winter so a hot cup of coffee was the perfect pair to this cold weather. As she stepped inside it wasn’t many patrons. She didn’t mind though. She just wanted to sip her coffee in peace.

“What can I get for you?” The guy at the register asked.

Brianne scanned over the menu. “I know I want some of that lemon cake, and maybe a vanilla latte?”

The guy smiled. “Cold or hot?”

“Definitely hot.” She inhaled the scent some more. She loved the way coffee made her feel. It put her in her happy place.

He gave her the total and waited for her to fetch her money out of her purse.

A male’s voiced spoke in korean from behind her as she noticed him hand the cashier a credit card.

Brianne turned around slowly. She knew the voice but thought maybe she was simply dreaming. “Taeil?” She whispered almost praying that he didn’t hear it.

He gave her his pure smile. “In the flesh.”

She was stunned. He looked the same. Nothing had changed. Still as handsome as she remembered. Still as sweet and humble as she remembered. Emotions began to crash into her like a bowling ball searching for pins.

“Shall we sit? Or are you leaving?” He asked with that same smile.

She wondered how in the world could he smile at her the way he was when she had shattered his heart years ago. “S-sure.” She grabbed her cake and drink and took a seat in a far corner.

“You must be visiting the girls?” He asked.

Bri took a deep breath. “Sort of. I also have interviews here. I’m contemplating on moving here.”

Taeil nodded and looked away. “It’s funny. I wanted you to come here with me and nothing worked. Now years later you’re here. It’s just funny.” His voice trembled a bit.

Brianne sipped her coffee. “I’m not the same girl I was back then. I was selfish.” She admitted.

He shrugged her statement off. “I get it. You wanted to live your life. . .without me.”

“I needed to live my life without you.” She voiced. “I know that sounds cruel but I needed to know who I was without anyone. I went from being in love with my best friend to realizing he would never love me the way I needed him to. Then he fell for my close friend and then you came along and pieced me partially back together but it wasn’t enough. I needed to find myself, and love me before I could let anyone else do it.”

Taeil seemed a bit taken back. “You were in love with Jaehyun? I never knew.”

“We grew up together and he always protected me so I guess over time I grew emotionally attached so when he left out of nowhere it was hard for me to cope; and when he came back it was even harder because he giving Sasha all the attention & I felt like he’d left me in his past.” Bri admitted. “Senior year was hard for me. I know I never said it but I felt it.”

Taeil stared at her for a moment. “Well every year after that has been hard for me. I’m glad you found yourself though.” He stood to leave.

Bri caught his arm. “I don’t want you to leave like this.” She wiped the tears from her face.

“You don’t need me. It’s time that I accept it.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t tell you all of that for you to feel neglected or useless in my life. I told you that because you needed to know the truth. If I hadn’t have experienced life without you, I wouldn’t understand how precious life is with you, Taeil.”

His eyes were glistening from years threatening to escape. He covered his face.

She pulled him into a hug. “Believe me I’ve missed you, Taeil.”

“For what it’s worth, I am glad you’re doing well for yourself.” He rubbed her shoulder softly.

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you. Let’s not go years without speaking again.”

He simply nodded.

Sasha

She tossed and turned all night. She had broke out in a cold sweat. Her stomach felt sick all of a sudden. Had to have been that takeout from earlier. She ran to the bathroom and sat in front of the toilet. Her stomach was turning flips.

Jaehyun rolled over & noticed that the bed was empty on her side. “Babe?” He called out in a groggy tone.

She whined a bit. “Jae do you have anything for an upset stomach?”

He jumped out of bed quickly. “Ginger ale?” He sang thru the closed door.

She pulled herself off the floor and opened the bathroom door. “Will you fix me some?”

“Of course!” He rushed out the room.

Her phone pinged. It was a notification from her period tracker app.

Did you forget to input your period?

Your period is seven days late.

She stared at the screen for what seemed like forever.

Jae stood over her reaching the glass out to her. “Babe, you good?” The expression on her face was as if she’d seen a ghost.

She simply nodded in silence.

The end

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 5 years

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and all the magic we made (5/?)

a/n: wow fast updates! who has replaced me? also i can’t believe i’m fucking writing for #rebel but it just felt the right...for now anyway. enjoy the fic!

For the shortest time, the air fills with laughter.

Marcel hangs by their table - retelling old stories of back when Hayley used to swing around a baseball bat and skip class by napping on the roof. Klaus recalls a different version of her - one that cried during rom-coms and couldn’t cook even if her life depended on it.

She rolls her eyes and smiles - it was strange, being with her old friends again.

“Nik,” the doors burst open, with click of heels and bouncy blonde hair as yet another Mikaelson steps into the diner. “I’ve been waiting back at the hotel for ages - either you bring me my niece or I swear I will plant myself in her home and refuse to leave until I get the chance to hold her.”

She stands proudly - back straight and pointed shoes all polished and shiny. As always, Rebekah is a scene-stealer. She takes the attention of every single person in the room, especially Hayley’s and Marcel’s.

“Sister,” Klaus sighs. “Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of something?” He points to the two people sitting across from him.

The first person she notices is the brunette. “Oh,” Rebekah sings, taking a seat next to Klaus. “Hello Hayley, remember little old me?” she tilts her head to one side and bites her lip.

The other girl blushes, remembering the drunk kiss they shared at Kol’s fifteenth birthday party. “How can I forget?” Hayley smirks.

Rebekah smiles, acknowledges her reply with a nod and then, she turns to Marcel.

“You’re still working here?” she asks, while raising a brow.

He leans back, surprised by the lack of softness in her tone.

But, then again, their relationship had never been stable. He supposes he can’t blame her.

“Well,” Marcel shrugs. “You know how I am - it’s hard for me to leave behind familiar places and faces,” he goes on to say, and unexpectedly, his glance shifts towards Hayley.

Rebekah’s jealousy had always been one of her ugliest emotions.

“Is your shift over soon?” the blonde jerks, interrupting his thoughts.

“Just about,” Marcel nods, rearranging his gaze and focusing it back on her. “Why do you ask?” He wonders.

Rebekah then stares at her brother with mischief written all over her face.

Klaus rolls eyes - this couldn’t be good.

“You’re coming with me, Nik and Hayley,” the Mikaelson sister exclaims, surprising the entire group. “I want us all to go out and catch up,” she decides.

And everyone else can’t help but follow along.

It takes little convincing - Klaus is lulled by Hayley’s mere presence, Marcel by Rebekah dragging him while clinging to his arm.

Which leaves Hayley.

She calls Davina, her babysitter, to extend her stay with Hope. It had been ages since she’d been able to have a drink with Marcel. That’s her excuse, she claims.

It can’t be because of Klaus. It can’t be because of the softness of his voice, how he says her name, or even how he fucking looks at her.

It can’t be.

(In the night, they drink, they dance, and they fall. After Marcel and Rebekah drunkenly make out at the third club they end up bar hopping to. After Klaus and Hayley take each of their friends and help them hop in to a cab. After they get dragged back to the hotel with them and Hayley holds Rebekah’s hair while she throws up over the toilet. And Klaus listens to Marcel sing karaoke songs and dance around.

The four of them end up collapsing into bed together -

and it’s just like old times again.

Eerily so).

Hayley wakes up to snoring.

She looks around the room with eyes barely open - the sunlight filters through the small crack in the curtains and there’s the soft sound of birds chirping in the air.

Rebekah’s long golden locks are in her face while Marcel’s feet were kicking at the back of her head.

Hayley sighs - things really haven’t changed.

Even now, Klaus is in her arms - snuggling into her chest and breathing slowly.

(She slips out quietly, tip-toeing towards the entry-way where she had left her old sneakers. She looks back at her sleeping friends, knowing that she’s leaving behind an extravagant breakfast in bed, full of fancy french toast, expensive mimosas, room service for ages.

That’s just how the Mikaelsons were - decadent.

But, Hayley had her priorities now.

She wasn’t that girl anymore - the lavish Mikaelson lifestyle could not suit her).

There is a feeling rushing, bubbling up inside her chest as soon as she returns home. The feeling is incomparable, like a soldier coming back from war, like tired bones and empty hearts waiting to be filled.

Like the sound her voice when she hears footsteps.

“Mommy!” Hope squeals, as Hayley opens the door to her house.

The little girl runs into her arms, hugging her so hard she almost falls to the ground.

“Hey there Hope,” Hayley mumbles, as she softly ruffles her daughter’s hair. “I’m sorry I stayed out so late,” she hums, kissing Hope’s forehead.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, accepting her mother’s warmth. “Davina and I had a really fun sleepover,” she says instead, smiling widely.

Just then, Davina walks out in her pink bunny pajamas, rubbing her swollen eyes and yawning.

Hayley releases a soft chuckle - looks like her daughter’s energetic behavior had really exhausted her babysitter.

“Thanks so much for staying the night,” the mother exhales, with relief.

“Don’t worry about it,” Davina grins. “You know how much I love spending time with little Hope,” she offers, while patting Hope’s head.

The child notices the brightness in her mother’s face and can’t help but stare - she looked so happy, despite being desperately tired and in-need of much rest.

“Did you have a fun night mommy?” Hope questions.

“I did, actually,” Hayley replies, picking Hope up in her arms. “Surprisingly,” she shrugs.

Davina looks confused, wondering what exactly happened last night.

“That’s good,” Hope answers instead. “I’m happy when mommy is happy,” she exclaims.

Hayley pinches her daughter’s puffy little cheek. “Well, you know what will make mommy really happy?” she asks.

“What?” Hope wonders, tilting her sweet little head to one side.

Hayley takes her daughter, and Davina’s hand, guiding them both into their kitchen.

“Having breakfast together,” she sings - happily making her way towards the cereal box.

Sure, partying last night was fun and all, but moments like this are really what Hayley lives for.

Nothing else could really compare.

#klayley #hayley marshall #klaus mikaelson #to #hope mikaelson #the originals #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #rebel #munea writes

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squaredcircleconfess · 4 years

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Talking Christ #1

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟

𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗫 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗧

The Talking Christ by Squared Circle Confidential signature plays until the scene transitions over to Kiersten Fraust and Logan Fenix sitting on opposite sides of the large glass table. A backdrop of the Talking Christ logo behind them ready to start the show.

Kiersten Fraust: Hey everybody and welcome to Talking Christ! I'm Kiersten Fraust and to my right is my very outspoken co-host Logan Fenix joining me tonight! Wooo! What a show Wrestling with Christ in Saudi Arabia was, right?

Logan Fenix: It was a complete catastrophe, Kiersten, but it was the kind of catastrophe I could not look away from like a child falling down an escalator. I laughed, I cried, I threw up in my mouth in sheer disgust and much much more.

Kiersten Fraust: I was very surprised how they got away with so much of the stuff that happened. Being Saudi Arabia and how strict things are over there. I'm just thankful that everybody who made the trip came back to the United States and their homes safely.

Logan Fenix: Got away with it? Hercule Giles was over there forever, according to Brennan Devlin they’re still picking apart Bun Bun to this very day. They all left pieces of themselves behind, quite literally, and none of them will ever be the same. Do you know how much the therapy is going to cost them all?

Kiersten Fraust: Well, you know sometimes people tend to exaggerate things online and really... my mind is still trying to process everything that happened. The whole golden ticket championship madness throughout both nights of the show. Everyone thinking that Marty Kovacs was dead but shows up on night two very much alive. I mean there is a ton more which will require therapy for the viewers.

Logan Fenix: And what about say for instance, C.J. Sweet turning her back on everything she’d ever known in this business. From the start of her career, she’d been the good girl, the fan favorite… one big win and suddenly her personality shifted and she turned her back on Angel and the fans. Somehow, that paid off and you know what? I’m actually happy to see that side of her.

Kiersten Fraust: Seeing her in that light is kinda disturbing to me. It's honestly sad because she had so many fans rooting for her, rooting for Angel, rooting for this match but then she turns her back on them? I don't get it.

Logan Fenix: That’s what you do when you are trying to make that next step, to turn that next corner. This CJ has a lot more stock in her than the last and I am happy to see it. But then, we had on Night One, Jacob Kuntz taking on Winter Drell. This one had a lot of potential to change the very outlook of Night Two. Because if Kuntz won, it changed our main event from winner take all… If Winter won, well, the chances of Winner Take All weren’t just chances anymore, they were happening. Boy what a fight that was too.

Kiersten Fraust: Ever since Winter Drell won the CCW heavyweight championship she has done everything in her power to keep it. Like when she ate the light tube in her match against Jacob Kuntz. That match was very, very, very brutal thing to witness and I was just sitting at home watching. I can't imagine what it was like seeing it in person. Then Kuntz? Oh my lord, he was just taking the blunt of every light tube that came in contact with his... Uhh.. private area.

Logan Fenix: But in the end, Winter Drell hung on… somehow, the Queen of the Double Dragons ensured that she had her chance for Winter Take All. Get it? Winter take all. But before we get to that.. Chang had an eventful weekend, he killed Allah!

Kiersten Fraust: While you're all celebrating it, I just don't know how to process it all. Were we all tripping on something we didn't know we took before this match or what? Like Chang killed this invisible presence. It's like...

Kiersten Fraust: My words have failed me.

Logan Fenix: Love it, love everything about it, and let’s not forget what he did to Prince Salman. You saw what he did, right? It was like something out of the Avengers. I kept waiting for Samuel L. Jackson to show up at the end and recruit him.

Kiersten Fraust: Throughout this match I was thinking how we were watching a collaboration between Avengers and Terminator movies in wrestling. But yeah, I saw what Chang did to Prince Salman. I wish I didn't but I did.

Logan Fenix: It was the most captivating, enthralling, some would even say erotic thing I’ve ever seen, Kiersten.

Kiersten Fraust: Don't you mean exotic? Like Joe Exotic.

Logan Fenix: No, erotic. As in I experienced confusing emotions in my brain, and in my nether regions. My girlfriend Taylour and I had the best lovemaking experience of our lives after watching Chang’s matches.

Kiersten Fraust: Uhmmm... Okay. How about that Winter take all? It was one of the best things you've said tonight. And she really showed up in that match. The champ was kicking butt and much more.

Logan Fenix: Everything I say is good things, Frausty. But you’re right! What about when Redd Thunder and Duke Andrews hurled themselves into the Double Dragons, all of them went off the Heaven in a Cell to the floor. Thank goodness for Wendy Wynne’s magic toilet paper maze… it was magic right? Actually, let’s not get into the mysticism of an enchanted toilet paper maze, we’ll be here all day. What a move from Thunder and Andrews though, but it did not pay off in the end.

Kiersten Fraust: Constantine was about to win it for his team but then the freakin' devil shows up? The Saudi Arabia crowd definitely got more than what they bargained for. It was hellish with little sprinkles of good thrown in here and there.

Logan Fenix: It seemed like Satan may have been making an offer to Constantine too, but Winter took the deal instead… and then the end, when the building was finally overrun? And did you see the post-credits?!

Kiersten Fraust: Where Chang was holding Prince Salman's heart and declaring he was going after Jesus next? Yeah, I saw it. I wonder how that match will go down, if it will be a match at all.

Logan Fenix: We did see a logo at the end for Wrestling With Christ: Satanic Service, maybe? But let’s not get ahead, we have some guests!

Kiersten Fraust: Oh yes! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our very first guests to the show Conor Machina and Mitch McMaster.

Both men walk on to the set, Mitch acting like he had a few extra shots of hard liquor and Conor his cool and collected self. They sit at each end of the table as they are given microphones.

Kiersten Fraust: Guys! It's so great to have you here. Thanks for coming tonight.

Conor Machina: It's a pleasure to be here.

Mitch McMaster: Wow look at you honey.

Mitch scooting closer to Kiersten, obviously very inebriated and thirsty for a drink of that Frausty root beer.

Kiersten Fraust: Wow, and look at you too. But I wanted to ask how your client Barry is doing after the loss to Axel at Wrestling with Christ?

Mitch McMaster: Oh you like what I’ve got goin’ on don’t you honey? Who? Oh, Barry! Barry, I love Barry, that kids been family for ages. We’ll get Axel, don’t you worry. My baby girl Angel made a bad choice in a man, and I have to protect her.

Kiersten Fraust: How did this match come about?

Mitch McMaster: It all comes about at Wrestling With Christ 2. He asked her to marry him, it was brief, but I caught it. Now, I always dreamt of better for my girl, she’s so many generations ahead of wrestler that she deserves the best. Instead, she has to deal with that wrestling equivalent of a mutt? Nuh uh! I thought maybe Barry would whoop some sense into this guy but, apparently, I need to look deeper because he cheated Badass Barry Saban. You saw it right?!

Logan Fenix: The world saw it, Mitch. Several closed fists, which should be banned but the referee just lets it go.

Conor Machina: I know the thought of your daughter marrying Axel gets you extremely hot under the collar and it's natural for you to disapprove of him and want better for Angel. But I have known Axel for a really long time and the guy's a good dude. Nobody would mess with her with him around.

Kiersten Fraust: I totally agree.

Conor Machina: Now as far as the closed fists are concerned... What about that low blow Barry gave to Axel when you distracted the referee? Are you guys just selectively blind during the match? Barry had it coming.

Kiersten Fraust: Yes. Excellent point.

Mitch McMaster: You have a problem or something boy? Your line of questioning is starting to get me hot under the collar, I did what I had to do and I’ll do it again. But right now it seems to me you’re trying to rabble rouse and cause issue. You’ve been looking at me cross-eyed this whole show and I might be an old man but this old man still got a lot of bullets left in his gun.

Conor chuckles into his microphone.

Conor Machina: I mean this with the utmost respect but come get your ass kicking, playboy. Pull the trigger.

Mitch McMaster: Oh it’s on, boy, I’m going to slap you around like your mama should have before she went out and let me put my thing in her way back in the day.

He jumped up as security rushed in to keep the two men separated.

Mitch McMaster: Better watch your ass big boy, me and the homies are coming for you. Better sleep with one eye open cause froggy’s about to leap! RIBBIT MOTHERFUCKER.

Conor Machina: Tell me... was there a secret stipulation to that match if Axel won, Angel had to call him daddy?

Mitch McMaster: Watch yourself because McMaster spells disaster for you, kid! And my daughter would never be into DDLG fetishism! That tears it!

McMaster threw a shoe across the room at Conor, nearly taking his head off as he was drug out of the room.

Mitch McMaster: RIBBIT MOTHERFUCKER, RIBBIT!

Kiersten Fraust: Well, this is an interesting way to sign off. See everyone next time.

Mitch continues to shout out of camera view and the show finally comes to an end.

#wrestlingwithchrist #talkingchrist #efed #chat

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boshaw-manor · 5 years

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Atlanta

More John and Harlow drabble because I love them. Sorry about it.

Seed ranch was boring as hell. There was nothing to do and John was always busy with the Project. Harlow would hazard to stay she hated it sometimes when she snuck off to visit him for a few days but she couldn’t resist. There was something about John Seed that had a real hold over her.

After spending a good ten minutes sliding across the polished dining room floor in her navy woollen socks, Harlow wandered out into the living room. Yawning, she rubbed her tired eyes as the morning sun glittered through the window. Bored. Oh so very bored. She should’ve brought her old Gameboy to play Pokemon or something. Sliding to the floor behind the couch, she rolled her ankles around before letting out a long sigh. The sound of gunshots in the distance outside would’ve made any normal person bolt but to her it was just background noise now. The same as the birds in the trees, the whir of a plane’s engine or the bark of a dog. Smirking to herself, Harlow pressed her fingers together to form a gun.

‘They’ve got me surrounded captain. I might not make it out alive, but it’s a sacrifice I gotta make.’ Whispering into a pretend com, she leapt to her feet and shot the fake gun at imaginary enemies. ‘Pew, pew, pew!’ Harlow combat rolled across the floor and took cover behind the taxidermy wolf by the stairs. ‘You’ll never take me alive!’ She howled, vaulting over it and pretending to spray bullets

‘What are you doing?’ John’s cutting tone made her jump and she spun around, pressing her mirrored index fingers to the skin of his slightly exposed chest.

‘I’ve found him sir, the ring leader! I’ve got a point-blank shot!’ The Deputy grinned at the Baptist in hopes he’d play along but knew it wasn’t meant to be the moment he rolled his eyes.

‘If you’re bored come and help me clean out the office.’ John’s hands wrapped around her ‘gun’ and lowered it, tilting his head to the shut door across the room. ‘You’d be actually making yourself useful for once.’

‘Fine. Mission aborted.’ She grumbled, unclasping her hands and taking the liberty of skidding across the floor once more before opening the office door. Piles of paperwork littered the desk and boxes upon boxes of crap towered up to the ceiling. ‘You’re messy.’ Harlow stated, reaching for the first box on top of the highest pile.

‘I am not. I’ve just been neglecting my duties somewhat to spend time with you.’ He ran a hand through his distressed hair, pulling loose unkempt locks back from his forehead, before busying himself with a filing cabinet in the corner.

‘You coulda fooled me.’ She muttered, placing the cardboard box on the ground and rifling through it. It was all old contracts and legal stuff signed off with John’s dramatic signature. Shoving that hunk of junk out of the door, she motioned to take another one down. Teetering on the tips of her toes, Harlow’s fingers grazed the top of the box as she tried to reach it. ‘Almost... there...’

‘Wait-‘ John tried to stop her but it was too late. The tower began to waver, shifting its weight and toppling down on top of her. Books and papers buried her body as she struggled to free herself from the fragile binding now pinning her to the ground. Emerging, her head popped out first and a hand soon followed to rub at her temple.

‘You have a lot of shit.’ Harlow groaned, releasing her other arm to pick up a leather bound black book and wave it in the air. John frowned at the mess she’d made, slamming the cabinet draw shut and stalking over. Taking the black book into both her hands, Harlow smoothed a palm over the cover. A big white sticker had started to peel at the corners in the centre, reading ATLANTA in block capitals. Flipping it open, her curiosity was piqued at the sight of dozens of photographs.

‘Huh. Haven’t seen that in a while.’ John’s frown dissipated into an intrigued smirk, looping his arms under Harlow’s armpits and pulling her from the wreckage. Her attention remained focussed on the pages as he dragged her to his office chair and sat, practically yanking her onto his knee.

‘Looks like quite the life.’ Harlow remarked as he rested his bearded chin on her shoulder. One page was decked out with fancy cars littering a driveway, another saw a slightly younger John and a group of men in a casino winning big money. Flipping the page, a panoramic shot of a penthouse filled with people partying reminded her of a more expensive looking Where’s Wally? scene. The drinks were flowing, the people looked happy and right in the centre of it all was John. Turning the page again it landed on the Baptist, or in that time the lawyer, with his arm looped around the back of a young woman. Harlow’s eyes traced over the long red gown and sizeable jewellery clinging to her tiny frame. The next page was almost identical but with a different woman in a different outfit. And the next page. And the next page. And the next page.

‘Wow...’ She mumbled under her breath. They were all so opulent and luxurious and she was... not. She could never be that. Damn she’d tried it as a teenager but high school prom had been such a disaster that she’d decided maybe sticking to shorts and a novelty t-shirt was a safer bet. It was better than crying in the toilets alone. And rather than being sweet and smiling, she’d learnt to scowl and throw bitter insults at any guy who approached her in the university common room. It became easier for her not to be taken the piss out of that way. Insecurity washed over her as she leant back into John’s chest.

‘You okay?’ He asked, dragging a hand down her arm. She’d tensed up and was still staring at the same picture.

‘In the real world you’d never of chosen me.’ Harlow finalised quietly, snapping the album shut and tossing it on the floor with a thud.

‘Is that envy I see?’ He chuckled, squeezing her sides teasingly. But she wasn’t laughing.

‘No. Just honesty.’ Sighing heavily, the usually stone-cold Deputy scratched at her neck and tightened her lips to stop tears from forming in her green eyes. ‘I could never look like that.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, you’d look stunni-‘

‘No I wouldn’t.’ She interrupted knowingly. Trying to picture herself on John’s arm in a skin tight dress or sitting in the passenger seat of one of his sports cars made her want to barf. She’d look frumpy and out of place and just plain wrong.

‘Sweetheart, I don’t even remember half of those women’s names.’ John crept his hands soothingly up her back and rested them at the base of her neck. ‘Everything in there is fake. Fake asses, fake tits, fake smiles. All of it.’ Harlow wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.

‘But if you passed me on the street, that’d be it. Just passing. You wouldn’t pay me an ounce of attention. I feel like...’ Incisors nipping into her lip, Harlow cursed herself out for getting emotional. ‘I feel like maybe I’m just convenient for you.’ Slipping off of his knee, she padded out of the office and shoved her hands in her pockets. Of course he’d pick the women with the perfect hair and the trim waistlines and the big beautiful smiles over her. She knew that. She was short, swore like a trooper and was still on a personal mission to complete her damn Pokedex. Trudging up the stairs, going back to her room seemed like the best option. Maybe she could cry for an hour and then resume her internal struggle as to which Star Wars film was the best.

‘She’s found me! Agent Fox has found me!’ Harlow’s footfalls paused, as she looked over her shoulder at John. He was half-heartedly holding his hands up like he had an invisible gun in them. Blue irises staring right at her, he nodded a little to try and coax her back down the steps. ‘But wait, she could be waving the white flag? This could be our chance to blow up the world!’ He mimed an explosion, even making booming sounds under his breath. John felt like a moron in this moment. But he knew he had to give her an inch. He had to try at least a little bit. Granted, she wasn’t his conventional type. She was mouthy, unfeminine and, to be honest, a massive nerd. But she was also calculating, perceptive and far smarter than most people would give her credit for. She was a challenge, willing to butt-heads with the Baptist just to get a reaction. He liked that. The way she wound him up pissed him off but turned him on at the same time. Being with her was the most fun he’d had with a girl for a very long time and he didn’t want to lose that. If the Project ended tomorrow, he knew he’d rather stay in Hope County with her rather than return to his flashy lifestyle. Because unlike everything and everyone else before her, Harlow was real.

He watched as her lip quirked in confusion before she warily turned around and lifted her hands back up to form a pistol shape.

‘Mission resumed captain. I’ve got eyes on the target.’

#far cry 5 #far cry #fc5 #john seed #john seed x rook #john seed x deputy #deputy harlow fox #mine #oc #oc deputy #i love them #they’re on my mind atm #john seed fic #drabble

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youandmeandlife · 6 years

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Your “honeymoon” (b.b)

Summary: On a spontaneous trip to Europe, spontaneous things happen... Like, spontaneously getting married.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff (so much fluff!)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 6099

A/N: I’m getting married soon and I started getting real honeymoon vibes.... So I wrote a little thing, you can thank me later.

You smile as you feel arms snake around your waist, the the coldness of the left one can be felt even through the tanktop you’re wearing. You lock eyes with him in the reflection of the glass and drop one arm to rest on top of his flesh one. Bringing the glass in your left hand up to your lips, you take a sip of your wine

“You know,” You begin, twirling the tiny drop of red liquid still in your glass. Bucky hums in your ear.

“Yeah?” He breathes, his breath fanning the side of your head. You sigh and close your eyes. His arms tightens around your waist, pulling you until your back is flush against his chest and you can feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“This is what I imagined our honeymoon to be like,” You tell him as he leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Our honeymoon?” He questions. You nod, opening your eyes again and turn your head to look at him.

“Yeah,” You say. “You know, take off somewhere, stay at a fancy hotel, fuck all night and day, eat good food, bathe in the sun,” You smile. The corners of his lips twitches.

“You wanna get married?” He asks you and you shrug.

“It’s not like we can,” You tell him. “You’re what? A hundred years now, pretty sure they would give you looks if you turn in your ID-papers,” You laugh. “ And aren’t you technically still recorded as deceased?” You joke. He hums, but doesn’t answer. You sigh and lean further into his warmth, watching the city lights flicker against the dark night.

“Do you want to though?” He asks. You think about it for a moment. If someone asked you a few years ago, before you’d met him, the answer would have been yes. You had always dreamed about the perfect marriage, having a loving husband to come home to, maybe children one day. The idea of marriage excited you, just having that special someone you could actually call yours. But you loved Bucky so much now, and things with him were beyond complicated. You somehow made them work. You didn’t want to mess them up. You were happy with the way things were now and you had gotten used to it, which is why you were both surprised and excited when Bucky offered you a spontaneous trip to Europe with him.

“I don’t need to marry you to be happy with you, Bucky,” You tell him, eyes meeting his in the reflection of the window again.

“Are you sure?” He asks and you nod.

“Of course,” You say. “I love you,” He smiles and leans in, his head resting completely beside yours. You turn your face, meeting his awaiting lips with a sweet kiss.

“Tell me more,” He says and you chuckle.

“About what?” You question. He unwraps his arms and settles his hands on your hips, dragging on one side and pushing on the other until you turn around. Your arms wrap around his neck, careful not to spill your drink.

“Our honeymoon,” He clarifies. “Tell me how you imagined it,” A wide grin breaks out on your face.

“Weeeeeell,” You start, swaying from side to side, starting a rhythm of an awkward dance. He catches on and sways with you. “I don’t know honestly. Just like a normal honeymoon, I guess. A nice champagne or wine from the room service, maybe chocolate covered strawberries or some cliché shit like that. Slow and sweet sex before passing out from exhaustion and jetlag,” You smirk, hoping the light in the room was dark enough to hide the slight blush covering your cheeks. You hadn’t been too big on romance, but a honeymoon had always been an exception. You’d always imagined how passionate it would be, full of newfound love and emotions.

“Slow and sweet sex, huh?” He asks, eyebrows lifted in amusement. You nod, biting the insides of your cheeks. “Am I too rough with you?” He suddenly frowns as the thought seems to strike him, and his face falls.

“What? God, no! Bucky, no,” You tell him, bringing a hand up to the side of his face. You stroke it, his stubble pricking against your thumb. Bucky had never hurt you. He was a huge man, heavy with muscles and metal. He looked dangerous, you had to admit, with the rough look he always had on his face. But truth was that he was just a huge teddybear. He always made sure you had everything you needed, always getting up early in the mornings to brew a cup of coffee for when you’d wake up or run you a bath when you need it.

Even in bed he was caring. He was never rough, not ever, and more times than not he’d let you take control. You knew he was scared of hurting you, and no matter how many times you told him he never does, the thought always seemed to scare him out of being anything but careful.

“You sure?” He asks and you nod.

“Yeah, of course,” You smile, your thumb finally stopping the stroking. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you press your lips against his. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. You’re my sweet and caring little hero, and you’ve never hurt me,” You tell him seriously and a small smile finally breaks out on his face again. You peck his lips once more and step out his arms. You walk over to the table and put your glass down.

“I love you too, you know that right?” He asks.

“You only remind me of it every single day,” You chuckle. “I never get tired of hearing it though,” You look over your shoulder and wink at him. He smirks.

“Well, in that case; I love you. I love you, I love you,” He repeats the words as he comes up behind you again, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. You laugh, his more-beard-than-scruff tickling your skin.

“Okay, okay!” You say, stepping away from him once more. “I love you too. Now do you want some wine, or something else to drink? Or can we just go to bed already? My feet are killing me after all the sightseeing we did today,” You chuckle.

“We can go to bed,” He tells you and you feel grateful, your feet so used up that it feels like they’re actually itching. You head towards the giant bed in the room and you sit down on it. You lean down to open your suitcase and roam around it for toiletries. Once you find your toothbrush, you start looking for deodorant, hair brush and make-up wipes.

“Babe?” You ask, turning to look at Bucky. He was kneeling down beside his own suitcase, looking nearly lost in thought. “Bucky, babe?” You call out again and his eyes snap up to meet yours.

“Huh?” He asks. You laugh.

“Do you have any toohpaste?” You ask, apparently having forgotten yours at home. It’s not like you traveled a lot so forgetting some things were kind of obligated for a spontaneous trip.

“Oh, yeah,” He says, roaming around his own suitcase for a moment. “Here,” He says, throwing a tube your way. You catch it single handedly, feeling a little proud of doing so.

“Thanks,” You say. Gathering up your stuff you head into the bathroom. You start by removing what little make-up you were wearing and then starting the rest of your routine. Once you had finished and also done your business on the toilet, you walk back out to Bucky who is sitting on the bed. His hands are folded together, left leg shaking up and down as if he’s nervous or thinking very hard about something. You clear your throat and his head shoots up.

“Can I talk to you about something and you promise not to overthink?” He asks. You frown.

“Um, yeah. Of course,” You say, walking over and taking a seat next to Bucky. “Talk to me,” He sighs a little.

“So, you remember last month? When Steve and I went to Germany for awhile?” He asks and you nod slowly. You knew it wasn’t a mission, because he’d told you it was something else he had to take care of. He had never really told you specifically what he had done there, but you’re feeling he’d about to now. “We tracked Becca down, my sister…” He tells you. You nod slowly in understandment.

“Yeah?” You say, urging him to continue.

“Or, actually since I broke away from HYDRA I’ve kinda always known where she was, I just never visited. I didn’t know what to say… And then she died,” He tells you.

“Oh no! Bucky, I am so, so sorry,” You say, hand immediately coming down to rest on top of his that were still folded together. “I had no idea,” And you didn’t. Bucky wasn’t the most open person, and even though he was slowly crawling out of the shell he’d been hiding in, he was still always telling Steve the hard things, afraid to draw you into messy situations. You couldn’t blame him, he’d known Steve a long time when they were younger.

“It’s fine. That’s not why I’m bringing this up,” He says, and he actually seems fine. He’d always been good at hiding his emotions, but there was no shakiness in his voice, no sniffle or indication that it bothered him to talk about it. “Um, anyway. I went to the funeral and I went through her stuff… And I found this,” He says, pulling his hands away from yours and unfolding them. Inside the flesh palm that he outstretched towards you was a beautiful diamond ring. It was a thin line of gold with a slight pattern, a single diamond at the top. It looked old, vintage and antique.

“Wow!” You breathe. You’d seen all these fancy rings, huge rocks and breathtakingly designed, yet there was something about the piece of jewelry in Bucky’s hand that was calling out to you. It was simple, yes, but you could somehow also tell it was old.

“It was my ma’s” Bucky tells you. “Rebecca got it after she died, and when Becca died…” He explains, trailing off. “It’s the only thing I have left of either of them… And I’d like it to be yours,” He says and you look at him as if he has two heads. That ring… was the only thing he had that reminded him of his family, and he wanted to give it to you.

“I can’t do that, Bucky,” You tell him, feeling so honored, but it was wrong. It was his.

“No,” He shakes his head. “I want you to have it… No court will ever marry us, no church. And I know that no matter what you say, marriage is something you’ve always wanted. I would give you up, let you go and marry someone else, if that makes you happy… But I think you can be happy with me. I wish I could give you the world, and I will if you allow me. I want the privilege of calling you my wife, Y/N, so marry me. Right here, right now. Marry me?” He says and you’re too shocked at his words to even cry. You would have, if you could. You’d always imagined this sweet proposal, at a nice restaurant perhaps, making a huge deal out of the simplest and sweetest thing Bucky just did. And now that he sat there beside you, ring still in the palm of his hand, suddenly all those scenarios you’d imagined seemed like the worst possible ways to propose.

“Are you serious right now?” You had to ask, you just had to. You’re not even sure if you’re awake anymore. Perhaps you’re dreaming. But Bucky nods and suddenly it all seems real again.

“Unless you don’t want to… if you don’t want to, then let’s pretend the last few seconds didn’t happen,” He chuckles, but you can tell he’s doubting.

“Yes, of course!” You grin. “A thousand times yes, Bucky!” You shriek out in joy, throwing your arms around his neck and knocking him backwards on the bed. He chuckled as you hug him tightly, moving to straddling his hips. You kiss him, pressing pecks all over his face until your lips meet his. You kiss him slowly, pouring all your emotions into the kiss and you can feel him doing the exact same. When you pull away you smile at each other.

He sits up again, and you let him. Sitting in his lap with his metal arm wrapped securely around your waist, you grin wider as he brings his hand forth again. You hold your hand up, fingers noticeably trembling as he moves to grip the ring between the pads of thumb and forefinger. He slowly slides the ring onto your finger and you have to hold your breath.

“I do,” He says, breathing the word against your lips that are mere inches from his own.

“I do,” You repeat his words, grinning.

“I guess you’re my wife now, then?” He says, his lips stretched so wide you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him smile that hard.

“Well, you kinda still have to kiss the bride,” You tell him smugly, and he does. And fuck how he kisses you. The air gets knocked out of your lungs, leaving you lightheaded. But that’s okay, because if you pass out and die from lack of oxygen then at least you’d die happy. Oh, and married.

Bucky’s hands both settle on your hips, holding you tightly against his body as his lips move against yours. He tastes so good, like heaven with a hint of the dinner he’d eaten hours earlier still on his lips. You moan as his hands snake under your shirt, pushing the material up so he can stroke at your exposed skin. You need to pull back, feeling on the verge of passing out if you don’t get some air down your lungs. You pant, looking at him with hooded eyes. He stares at you with the same heat, hands moving to tug the tanktop further up.

“What are you doing?” You ask, feeling like nothing seems real anymore. But in a good way.

“What does it look like?” He grins, pushing the shirt up past your breasts. “I’m getting you naked,” He says as if it was obvious. You laugh and let him remove the shirt from you completely. Your hands fall down to his own, and you lift it over his head. Reaching behind you, you unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms.

“Are you gonna have sweet and slow sex with me?” You tease and he give you a serious look.

“Of course,” He answers and there’s no indication he’s joking. “Hop off, baby,” He says, patting your thigh. You do and pull your jeans down your legs. “Underwear too,” You do as he says and he stands up from the bed. His hands settle on your hips again, and he all but throws you back on the bed. You laugh as you bounce on top of the covers, hair all over your face and legs spread in the most unsexy way possible, but the look Bucky gives you tells you otherwise.

He kneels down at the end of the bed, hands coming out to rest on your inner thighs. He spreads you wider, pushing your legs down on the mattress and you’re suddenly grateful that you’re flexible. He lays down in between your spread legs, his head on level with your pelvis. You bite your lips, resting your head on your arm. Your free hand come down to stroke his face, making him look up at your face.

“I love you,” You whisper. He smiles. Leaning forward, he licks a fat stripe up your slick folds, skipping all teasing and foreplay. You shudder.

“I love you too,” He says. “Wife,” The word falls from his lips in the most sinful way and you can’t help but think this is something he’s going to refer to you as. His wife. Sure has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

He leans forward again, tongue licking at your core. You moan softly. He shifts, grabbing your legs and shoving them over his shoulders. He brings his arms around your legs, circling them and holding your hips pressed to the mattress with his metal arm across your stomach. He’d done this so many times now that he knows how much you trashed when he gives you oral. You could never help it. He was just so talented and he always knew how to make you see stars.

His thumb and forefinger of his free hand spread your lips for him, giving him a full view of your glistering core. You bite your lip as you watch him, hand snaking into his hair, pushing it out of his face. You want to tell him he doesn’t have to do this, that he doesn’t even have to fuck you at all, that you two can just fall asleep and it’d make you just as happy. But you also know Bucky loves this as much you do, if not more. There are hardly any nights you spend together that doesn’t involve him going down on you. It was weird. He grew up decades ago, in another era. You’d expected that he’d be used to simple intercourse and that was about it, but he sure seemed to love eating your pussy out. And he’s so damn good at it, you don’t really want to stop him. So, you don’t.

Bucky starts licking at your folds, the warm heat of his tongue lapping at your labia and around your clit, never really touching it. He licks all over you, switching between the pressure he uses.

“So good,” You praise him, combing your fingers through his hair. He hums, the vibrations hitting you to the bone. You moan loudly, knowing he likes to hear the pleasured noises you make that he causes. He leans further down, flicking his talented tongue against your hole. He circles it a few times before dipping his tongue into your opening. You breath out shakily, legs already trembling on his shoulders. He licks into you, the shallow trusts of his warm muscle feeling so good. He does this for a while until he runs his tongue all the way from your hole up to put pressure on your clit. You let out a pornographic sound, something in between a moan and a whimper. He lifts his head and grins at you.

“How many times do you wanna come tonight, baby?” He asks and you stare at him. You know what he’s asking. If you say one, he’ll stop it right there, discard his clothes and push his cock into you, make you come around him. If you say two, he’ll continue to eat you out until you fall apart, then fuck you. If you say three, he’ll lick and suck on your clit until you’re a moaning mess, then finger you until you’re seeing stars, and then make you come again as he’s inside you. If you say more than three… Oh boy, you’ll spend the entire night having sex and the first hours of daylight the following day to sleep it off.

“Put your fingers in me,” You breathe, hand tugging at his hair. “Please, Bucky,” You beg him. You didn’t want this to end, but you also needed sleep. You couldn’t drag this out forever.

“Okay,” He says, his hands switching. His metal fingers now spread your pussy lips open. He pulls his arm from around your leg, gripping your thigh and pushing it up. “Hold it,” He orders and you do as he says. Holding your left leg against your chest, your right still over his shoulder, you’re giving him more space.

He brings his hand down, running his fingers up and down your folds a few times, coating them in the slickness there. You try to control your breath as a single digit dips into your opening, sliding all the way in and curling once, twice up against your g-spot oh so perfectly. Then he pulls them out, only to return with two fingers. You moan. His lips return to your folds, licking over them before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks lightly and you feel the heat start to grow in the pit of your stomach. You wouldn’t last long, you never do when Bucky uses a combination of fingering you and eating you out like he does now.

He switches between intensely sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against the nub that’s revealed by his metal fingers pulling the hood back. His fingers never stop stroking your insides, and before you know it your walls clamp down. You moan.

“I’m close, Bucky,” You say, wanting to warn him because that’s what you always do. Your legs shake as his tongue flicks hard, catching and dragging along your clit. He sucks on it against, putting an intense suction for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his head.

“You gonna come? You gonna come for me, baby?” He asks and you nod desperately. “Let go, I got you,” He says, and as cliché as it sounds, that’s all you need. Your muscles stiffen, walls clamping down completely around his fingers as you come.

“Oh!” You moan, feeling tingles travel throughout your entire body. Your toes curl, but you can’t really feel it, the soles of your feet numb from walking around the city just half an hour ago. Bucky fingers you through it, his fingers pressing not as harshly as before up against the spongy part of your pussy. He ignores your clit though, which you’re grateful for because you’d be oversensitive if he kept giving it attention.

He pulls his fingers out just at the right time, just after you’d have time to come down from your high, but before you’d be shaking with overstimulation. He always knew when that was, he knew your body so well by now.

“Come here,” You whisper, dragging at his locks so he’d get the hint. He smiles, dropping your leg from his shoulder and crawling up the bed until his pelvis is on level with yours, his head right above your face. You finally let go of your leg, letting it rest against the mattress again.

“You okay?” He asks and you grin. Your hand is still in his hair and you drag him until his lips meet yours in a short kiss.

“Always,” You promise him. He smiles, leaning forward to nudge his nose against yours.

“You think you have one more go in you?” He questions, never wanting to pressure you.

“I don’t know?” You say innocently, dropping your hand from his hair to stroke his cheek lovingly. “You think you can handle me? I mean, we’re married now, I think it’s a good time to tell you I can be pretty wild sometimes,” You joke. He throws his head back and give out one of those deep laughs you hardly get the chance to hear, but still love.

“Oh, trust me, baby. I know,” He says, leaning down to peck your lips again. You grin as you taste the essence of yourself. He hops off the bed, starting to undo his pants. You get a glimpse of his muscled torso as he undress before you, having not had the chance to admire his abs yet tonight, even though he’d been shirtless for the past five minutes. It’s so unfair really, how no matter if Bucky spends countless hours in the gym or goes weeks without even lifting a finger, he can still look so good. It’s like he’s sculpted by some God, his muscles always bulging even if he’s not flexing.

He takes his socks off as well and you have to look down to see if your wearing yours or not, head still cloudy from the mindblowing orgasm he’d just given you, but then you remember that you had been wearing flats on your sightseeing trip, socks never present on your feet. He slips his boxers down his legs and bite your lip as you eye his erection, hard and even in the low light you can see the tip glistering with pre-cum. It always amazes you, how he can get so hard just from pleasuring you, not even touching himself.

He crawls back on bed, positioning himself between your spread legs and he gives you a look as if to ask if you’re sure. You just nod. He smiles, his hand grabbing your leg and pushing it up to your chest again. You don’t even need him to tell you anything, you just hold it there. He pushes his hips against yours, rolling them forward so his cock slides between your slick folds. You moan, whimper quietly as his tip catches on the hood of your clit. He gives you a look, stilling his movements and you shake your head.

“I’m fine, just fuck me, Bucky,” You tell him. He grins. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he drags it up and down your slickness, covering the tip as well in your natural lube. If the muscles in your neck weren’t stiff, you’d lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. You’re too tired, head resting against the mattress.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” He says. “I’m gonna make sweet and slow love to my wife,” He says and you resist the urge to roll your eyes, the phrase straight out of some romance movie. Still, the thought excited you more than ever so your couldn’t complain.

You don’t say anything as he pushes forward, his tip sliding in as he slowly presses more of himself into you. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, before you sigh as you concentrate the friction he creates as he pushes in.

“Fuck,” He breathes, clearly feeling the same as you. He holds still, his hand coming down to your leg again and he pushes your hand away. He hooks your knee around his waist before leaning forward, all the while never moving his cock an inch in or out. Resting his weight on his elbows, his face just above yours as you watch each other. You smile, reaching both your hands up to tangle with his hair, running through it and untangling some knots created by the wind outside.

“Move, baby,” You tell him, whispering the word the way you know will egg him on. He smiles, lips connecting with yours as he slowly pulls his hips back before rolling them forward again. You sigh against his lips, and even though his form is ridgid from holding himself over you, you can feel him relax. You hadn’t even realized he was tense, but then again you should have figured; new place, lots of people, Steve and the rest of his safetynet gone.

You moan as he starts going deeper, the rolls of his hips slow yet hard enough to hit that spot deep inside you that isn’t really your g-spot but still felt good. He was so good at this, making you feel good in all ways possible without even seeming like he was trying.

“I love you, Bucky,” You whisper, feeling afraid you hadn’t said it enough yet.

“I love you too,” He replies, his trust and pace never faltering and it feels so good, that you for once could just lay back and let him do all the work. Bucky was always scared of hurting you, that he’d somehow cause you pain, which is why sex with him usually resulted with you on top. It’s not like you hated it, you liked it very much actually, but sometimes it was just nice to relax and enjoy the things he did to you.

The longer he trusted into you, dragging the minutes out, the more you started to realize you really, really liked this slow sex thing. You’d expected it to be dull, boring, but you had also wanted to try it for your honeymoon because you expected that’s what newly wed sex should be like; slow, passionate, glances, desperate stares and lips that barely separate. It is like that right now with Bucky and so much more. With his slower-than-usual pace, you could feel everything. You could feel the veins and bumps along his cock. You could feel the way his foreskin stretched and compressed as he moved, his pace and your tight opening not allowing you or him full friction. But that was okay, because usually after sex with Bucky you’d be sore the next day, the friction essentially ruining your pussy for hours. You could feel the way the thick hairs of his thighs tickled your skin, rubbing against your asscheeks and legs as he rocked against you. You could feel everything.

You arch your back and suck in a breath as he angles his hips differently for a second, spreading his arms wider and leaning more down on you. The change in the angle of his hips makes him nudge your g-spot, just teasing it and leaving you wanting more. Bucky seems to notice because he leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a slow and passion filled kiss. He pushes his pelvis further down, almost laying down on the bed as well, which resulted in his cock pushing upwards instead of back and forth. As he thrusts his hips again, he rubs against your g-spot perfectly with each roll. You close your eyes, tearing your mouth away from his to breath.

“Fuck, Bucky. That feels good,” You let him know, feeling the knot start to form in your stomach again.

“Think you can come like this?” He ask and you nod desperately. Hell, you’re already close again. Your hand go down to wrap around his neck, the other gripping his bicep and feeling the muscles there shift.

“Yeah,” You breath, forcing your eyes open. You look up at him, your eyes hooded and you know there’s hardly any color left other than white and the black of your dilated pupils. “I’m close,”

“Again?” He questions and you nod again. “Fuck, me too, baby. Touch yourself, come with me,” He all but begs and you do as he asks. Bringing your hand down from around his neck, you start rubbing harsh circles on your clit, having had enough time to recover from your previous orgasm by now. Your fingers brush against his cock a few times and you feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten from where his stomach is pressed against your arm. You moan, loving all the sensations you’re suddenly becoming aware of. It was like slow sex, or making love or whatever you’d want to call it, was really opening your world, letting you experience things you never before knew possible.

He shudders a breath and you feel him twitch inside of you. You know he’s about to blow so you clench around him, making him hit your g-spot even harder. Rubbing on your clit even more fiercely, you feel the warmth in your belly slowly start to travel with your blood, heating up your entire body. Before you close your eyes in pleasure, you catch a glimpse of the ring on your finger, the gold matching Bucky’s tanned skin so beautifully where your hand is clutching his arm. You stare at it in awe before you can’t help yourself, closing your eyes shut as the coil finally snaps completely.

Bucky’s moaning in your ear, quiet grunts that vibrate throughout his chest that’s pressed against yours. You can feel his trusts falter just the slightest, his hips jerking a few times and you purposely squeeze yourself around him.

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shants and your rub harder at your clit, finally feeling the pleasure spread through your entire body once more. You throw your head back, wrapping your leg tighter around his waist to pull him closer. You bare your neck to him and he takes the chance to place a single, wet, open mouthed kiss on the middle of your throat. You moan loudly, knowing he loves to feel the vibrations of it as he turns his head to bury his face in your neck.

You slowly come down, still feeling the tingles wreck your body again. You can feel your pussy pulse in time with your rapid hearbeat, fitting so snugly around him as you’re tight from your orgasm. He eventually stils his jerky trusts, hips flush against your pelvis as he breathes heavily against your neck. You sigh, dropping your hand from your throbbing clit.

“You okay?” You ask after you’ve taken a few shaky breaths to calm down. Bucky hums against your neck, his lips brushing your skin and making you shudder. You move your hands up and down his back, stroking the skin there with pressure to assure him you’re still awake and still there. He sighs happily, before lifting his head. You grin up at him.

“Hi,” He whispers, breath fanning your face.

“Hi,” You laugh. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a series of sweet pecks. “I love you,” You whisper against his mouth, breathing the same air as he does.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife,” He says and you actually roll your eyes this time. He pulls out of you slowly and you wince, already starting feel a little sore.

“You’re never gonna shut up about this, are you?” You laugh as he kisses you one more time before getting off the bed.

“Of course not,” He says. “You are my wife now, and what kind of man would I be if I don’t brag about that?” You laugh and watch as he disappears into the bathroom. You spot your neglected glass still on the table where you left it, a little bit of wine covering the bottom and can’t help but smile, thinking about how fast the events of the night turned.

Bucky returns minutes later, a wet washcloth in his hand and a toothbrush dangling between his lips. He throws you the rag and you start cleaning yourself up as he finishes his nightly routine in the bathroom. About the same time as you for the most part finish getting his cum cleaned up, he walks back out, still in all his naked glory. You throw the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and crawl under the covers as Bucky turns off the lights. He gets into the bed as well, hands immediately reaching out to pull you against his body for some snuggling that he’ll never admit to actually loving.

“I’m so tired,” You breathe against his chest and his arms tighten around your waist. “Sorry,” You apologise. You usually spend a lot of time in bed together during the night, having endless conversations about nothing and everything before falling asleep. It seemed to calm Bucky, making his troubled mind settle down enough to give him a decent night's sleep.

“It’s fine. I think I tired you out,” He says. You chuckle tiredly. You watch as his metal hand reaches for yours that are resting on his chest and he carefully twists the ring on your finger, straightening it so the diamond is pointing upwards. You smile. “You’re not regretting this, are you?” He asks.

“Of course not,” You tell him. You didn’t. You weren’t technically married, but given the circumstance, then this is the closest you’ll ever get. And it feels right. You don’t know how being married is supposed to feel, but you’re pretty sure this is perfect. “I love you and I wouldn’t change this, I wouldn’t change us for anything in the world,” You tell him honestly, turning your head to look up at him with parted lips. He gets the idea, because he ducks his head down, meeting your lips in a slow, sensual kiss full of passion.

“I love you too,” He whispers, rubbing his nose against yours and you smile. You lean your head more into his chest, nuzzling against it. His heartbeat is calm, so much more than your still racing one and it soon lulls you into a deep sleep, but not before reminding him once more that you love him.

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All I see is You

Pairing Sebastian X Reader

Words: 3055 (Wow!)

Warnings: None yet.

Summary: How you met Sebastian.

A/N: this is my very first fan-fiction story Ever!! I would love feed back no matter what kind, and if you guys wants a part 2. I may just do another part 2 as l do need to finish it off. But l Hope you enjoy it. I fell like its ok.

Sebastian and you, the two of you and had met while you were four months pregnant with your daughter. Your ex decided to up and leave when you found out you were pregnant and told you he would not be there and wanted nothing to do with you or his child. You were visiting your cousin Angela who lived in New York for two weeks, and she was good friends with Sebastian and had talk about you to him and he seemed interested in you and wasn’t scared off when she has mentioned that you were pregnant it wasn’t something that bothered him.

So, when you came down from Toronto, Canada she eased you into meeting him as you were not interested in meeting someone let alone dating someone if it went that way. You remember your cousins words even to this day “Y/N just trust me when I say this man in different he is interested in you and to see why l say you are your own kind of special and how you can laugh at yourself, how you come up with the most so stupid there funny jokes, how you have two diplomas, and that you love horror movies, and he doesn’t even care that you are pregnant!” you countered with “he doesn’t care right now, Angela, but l am not showing right now, and what happens if my sex drive goes away and I don’t want to be touched because I am sore and tired and sick of being pregnant let alone when l am sick!”

Angela was not giving up though she knew that you and Sebastian would be great together, you had the most random and out there personality ever, you classified yourself as an introvert but could extavert with the best of them, you would rather watch comedy, sci-fi, action, thriller and horror movies thriller and horror being at the top of your list you loved being scared and scaring other people. You were just as passionate about your job as Sebastian was about his, you were a legal secretary, for a music firm in Toronto Canada, Angela also knew you would understand Sebastian having to be away for weeks to months at a time. You enjoyed the simple things in life as well you weren’t into fancy things, she finally convinced you to just meet him and see how things went and just go with the flow of things….. the only thing she neglected to tell you was who you were meeting, she just told you that he was great man.

You two got ready for your dinner with this mystery man, you wore a fitted long black top and your favorite Witch King Legging, you wore your hair in a simple pony tail, and just lotion on your face as you never wore make-up you never liked the feeling of it. You two arrived at The Hard Rock Café in Manhattan, at 5:50 the so called “great guy” was already sitting at the table and you damn near had a heart attack when you realized who it was you grab hold of Angela’s are and spitted at her “are you pulling some kind of joke one me?”, “there is no way that man would be really interested in me.” Angela said, “just relax Y/N, he is interested, and this isn’t some kind of joke l promise”, “ok Angela I will trust you and see what happens, but so help me god, if this goes bad I will hold you personally responsible!”

It took you about 30 minutes for you to just relax and open up, Sebastian was very patient and made you feel at ease and had you laughing and even got a couple of your “so called” jokes out of you and he laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. He asked you how you were doing so far in your pregnancy and asked how you were doing in general.

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

When Angela and her cousin walked in l don’t think I have been so nervous in my life, I was aware that she was pregnant by another man (or as l saw it by a boy, not a man) I couldn’t believe that he would just up and leave her like that, I know if l did that my mother would kick my ass! But to be honest l wasn’t bothered nor did l care that she was pregnant, she was more beautiful than Angela described her which I know she did on purpose, she really did upsell her but didn’t over do it. When they walked over to my table she was wearing a nice fitted black top that showed he beautiful curves, and I personally loved the fact that she had meat one her, and if l knew her more l would have totally freaked out more when I saw her in those Witch King Leggings, I had no idea she was a Lord of the Rings fan. She had beautiful natural tanned skin and big brown eyes, and gorgeous full lips that I would love to kiss for hours, and arou….. “Hi Sebastian” I heard Angela say pulling me out of my thought. “This is my cousin Y/N, Y/N this is Sebastian” she held out her hand and I shook it and she had a good hand shake.

It took her about 30 minutes to talk more than yes or no and the odd doing good, I could tell that she was nervous, and I would honestly wait all night to get her to open up more, but luckily all l had to do is ask for one of her jokes… she did not disappoint, Y/N “really? You want to hear one of them?” “Yes, I wanna hear one” Y/N “Ok, why couldn’t the toilet paper cross the road?”, “why?”, “Because it got stuck in a crack”. Angela cringed at her joke, but l couldn’t help but laugh at the joke and the fact that she thought it was the funniest thing in the world, and l even asked for another one Y/N “when does a sandwich cook?” “when?” Y/N “when it’s bakin lettuce and tomato” That one had me in tears because it was so stupid it was funny, and she was laughing so hard.

I asked how she was doing so far with her pregnancy and she said she was doing OK, trying to not to stress to much or worry about the small things, but that she was excited and nervous at the same time. I asked her how far along she was she said four months and a week, she said she had her second ultrasound three days ago, I asked if she had a picture of the ultrasound with her and if she was comfortable showing me. She did, and she showed me the picture and I felt so excited for her and honestly hoped that I would be around to meet this little one. She said she found out in a month what she was having and didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl just as long as it was healthy.

It was close to midnight when we finally said goodnight and I asked Y/N if I could steal her from Angela for a couple hours the next afternoon, she said yes and we planned to go to Central Park and I would show her around a bit and talk some more, I told her l would pick her up at 2pm from Angela’s house.

Your P.O.V.

On your way back to Angela’s place, l couldn’t help but feel like l was on cloud 9, I felt alive like every nerve ending was on fire and I felt something I hadn’t felt in years even with my ex. I told Angela that l was so grateful that she talked me into going to this dinner, and that I was over the moon that he liked me, actually like me, not because he thought he would get something quick and I felt like he wasn’t going to take my feelings or emotions for a ride. When we got back to Angela’s house she went to bed, and l couldn’t sleep so l decided I would text Sebastian, l didn’t think he would get back to me right away, as it was almost one in the morning, but he responded quicker than l have ever had someone responded.

Me: Hey Sebastian, I just wanted to say that it was so wonderful meeting you tonight and I had a really great time. I cannot wait to meet up with you… or go on our date, I think, that’s what it is, (sorry if I think its more, I am not really great at these things). Anyways hope you have a great night. 😊

Sebastian: Hey Y/N I had a wonderful night as well and I cannot wait to hear more of your jokes! You do not need to be sorry at all, because l would call it a date, and excited to see where things go, even if we just become friends, although in all honestly l would like it to be more, but l don’t want to rush you either. I hope you have a great night and a good sleep and l will see you tomorrow afternoon.

He really wants more? I felt like butterflies where in my stomach and I could not believe that this almost to perfect of a man wanted someone like me? I was a nobody, there wasn’t really anything special about me… was there? My last few relationships were shit, last one left me four months after dating for 3 ½ years when l found out l was pregnant he told me that he didn’t want a baby with me his exact words were “yeah l want kids but not with you, I never even thought l would stay with you this long but you know l got comfy and decided it was easier to stay and not pay full rent than leaving and starting over, but now you want to have this baby? Well you can have it but l want nothing to do with you or it.” Than the guy before that was just a down right jerk, I don’t even know why l stayed for as long as l did, he made fun of me for everything, from how l like horror movies over chick flicks, down to the so called lack of sexual experience l had because he found out that l had only been with four other guys before him.

I fell asleep thinking past guys, but once l was in a deep sleep all l could see was the most handsome guy with piercing blue eye, dark brown hair, the best 5 o’clock shadow l have ever seen or felt, he was whispering sweet nothings to me, and our hands were all over each other and he was the best kisser ever! But before l knew it l was waking up and decided l was not going to let past relationships hold me back from possible the best thing that could ever happen to me and my unborn child. I also could not get my dream of Sebastian out of my head and l wanted so bad to know if he kissed like he did in my dreams.

Around 12:30pm l checked my weather app to see what the weather was going to be that afternoon and knowing that it was mid January I wanted to make sure that l was going to be warm, turned out the weather Gods were on my side it was warmer than normal, and I wouldn’t have to buddle up in layer upon layers of clothing. I decided to get Angela to do my hair in a braid updo, even though she suggested that I have it down l told her even if l did it would end up being put in a pony tail so may as well put it up now and that was it was done and out of my face. I decided to wear blue jeans and a nerdy top. I for the first time in my life was not a bag or nerves before going on a date, l was excited and felt like a giddy teenager.

Sebastian arrived at the house at 1:50pm and not only did he look good but God damn he smelled good, and it set every nerve ending in my body off and felt like l was on fire, l could only think of one other time l felt like this and it was years ago in my early 20’s now being 29 it felt good knowing l could still feel like this. Angela told us to have a great time and have fun, and she laughingly said “Y/N behave or try to”, l just rolled my eyes and walked out. When we were walking to his car, my jaw dropped don’t really know what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting a 4x4 Jeep.

The car ride to Central Park was pretty quick and Sebastian was showing me everything and talking with him came easy and l felt so relaxed around him and l don’t know why but l could feel the walls l had spent years building up, I felt them just tumbling down in chunks. It took us about 40 minutes to get to Central Park and when we finally did get there it was the most beautiful place l had seen even for it being winter. We started walking and he was asking about my up bring and if l had always lived in Toronto. I told him l was born in British Columbia and that l grew up in the military and traveled across Canada half a dozen times before l turned 10, and that l had a younger brother and older step sister. My parents divorced when l was 5 and that l was raised mainly by my mother. That l when l finished high school l wanted to work in the legal field and decided on being a legal secretary and did two years for Law Clerk and another two years for Office Administration so l would be able to have all my bases cover and did all my placements at the music firm you work at now and was hired right after you graduated from your Office Administration program, and that you got lucky and you just work 8-5 Monday – Friday and have the weekends off. He is asking you where the one place is you would love to travel to and as you are answering him, he takes hold of you hand and stutter for a second and blush.

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

I just could wait to hold her hand and feel some part of her, so when she is saying that she wanted to travel Scotland, I grab her hand and she stuttered saying why she wanted to go there and then her cheeks turned flushed and l didn’t think she could get more beautiful, l was so fascinated by her and her interests, she was a big Stephen King fan, which didn’t surprise me considering that she loves horror movies, what did surprise me is her saying she has all his books in Hardcover including all the ones his wrote as Richard Bachman. And that she would rather watch all the Harry Potter, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings movies than read the books, she enjoys the books but like the movies better. All the while l am listening to her talk all l can focus on is her lips, god l really like her lips and her smile every time she smiles l feel like my heart stops.

We were in the park for almost three hours just walking and talking, we did a carriage ride and got hot chocolate sat over by the water and talk some more, than l asked her if she wanted to go and get some dinner, which she happily said yes. When we finally make it back to my Jeep, l went to open the door for her and she was so close l could feel the heat coming off of her and than she looked up to me and l couldn’t hold myself back any longer, l cupped her face and kissed her and slightly pushed her against the jeep l could feel her shock for half a second before she kissed me back, it started to get heated and l pulled away the moment l felt her mouth open. “Y/N l am so sorry, l know l should have waited but l couldn’t, and I know l should have….. why are you looking at me like that?

Your P.O.V.

I was completely caught off guard when he kissed me although that didn’t last long, l loved how his lips felt on mine they were soft and smooth and cold from our walk, but the moment l went to open my mouth and let my tongue ask for permission to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, and l probably looked like l did something wrong written all over my face, but than he started apologizing and saying something about how he should have waited, and than l could feel the smile appear on my face and he asked me why l was looking at him like that, all l did was pull him back in and kiss him with as much passion as l could and than he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my close and l wrapped my arms around his neck and held him as close as l could. Than his tongue glided along my bottom lip and accepted his invitation and that kiss was filled with more passion than l ever felt in my entire life. His kiss was everything l dreamed it would be and than some. Right then and there l knew l wanted him in my life and more than a friend, l wanted him as friend, a partner, a lover, a father (if he wanted that roll) and in that moment l could only think All l See is You.

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chapter 22: if the sea was whiskey

Friday, November 2nd, 1990

Why’s the apartment so dark at this time of night? It’s barely 9:00… maybe she went out? I guess I can’t blame her. I did say I’d be back around 7, so maybe she gave up on me. Losing track of time is only human, right? I’m about to flick on the living room light when I stumble on something and ram my elbow into the wall as I try to catch my balance, OW, son of a bitch... oh, it’s just her boots. And her bag. Weird. It’s not like her to drop her shit in the middle of the floor like this, but there’s a definite trail leading from the door to the couch. There's no other sign of Cora out here, except for a pile of records and a couple of empty beer bottles on the floor by the bookcase. What the fuck, C? I can’t even see which records they are in this lighting but she’d better not have scratched any of mine. Either way, none of this is like her at all. Usually I’m the one who forgets to put the records back, not her. On a hunch, I look from the hallway into our bedroom, where I can see her fast asleep in bed on her stomach. Ha, long day or something? Oh well, at least the lack of a welcome committee gives me a chance to get settled back in without any hassle.

Back out in the living room, I set my own bag down in a corner and check out the window to make sure that a certain pair of tail lights have already made their way out of our parking lot and back down the street. Distance is good.

On my way back to our room, the blinking light on the answering machine catches my eye. With a glance back in her direction, I figure that if me shouting and almost breaking my neck on her clutter didn’t wake her up, the messages won’t either. The first message is from Sarah, the lab technician in Cora’s lab, asking if C’s going to come in at all today and take her samples out of the oven or if Sarah should handle it. Weird, did she not go to work today? Whatever, I’m not one to talk.

“Hey, Cora, uh…you there?” Her friend Stone’s mosquito-like voice is next. God, I hate this fucking guy. He’s just trailing off, in no hurry, using up my tape. Why’d you even call her if you don’t have anything to say, idiot? “sorry, guess not, I’ll, uh... try later. Seeya.”

I really hate that guy. I’m 90% sure he’s hung up on Cora, but I’ve got to leave the 10% possibility that he’s just a really annoying little asshole who irritates the shit out of everyone he meets. I guess both things could be true, but I get a really smarmy feeling whenever he’s around, like he’s always staring at my girlfriend. And judging me. Or maybe it’s just the bug eyes that make his face look like that all the time, I don’t know. I just know C spends way too much time with him. Lucy’s voice saves me from thinking too much about it, though, calling to ask Cora if she wanted to get dinner when “the guys” are done with practice. Obviously that ship sailed too. But the whole idea of band practice sticks in my craw. God, all these grown men with delusions of rock star grandeur, how the hell did she become friends with people like that? I’m the first to admit that I think her whole grad school thing is kinda lame and exploitative. It’s like she’s on a path to become the most overworked and underpaid genius in the world, and I know she could do so much better than that. But at least she has an actual career path. None of these Peter Pan Syndrome poster boys in their thermal tights and coffee shop slacker jobs can say as much.

There was nothing on the tape I couldn’t just tell Cora myself in the morning, so I delete all the messages and get ready for bed. It’s still pretty early, but I’m fucking exhausted.

Back in our bedroom, I notice something that I’d missed before: an almost-empty whiskey bottle on the floor under where her arm’s hanging off the mattress. Wow, babe, great job with the coping mechanisms… she really must have been lonely, huh? I missed her too, though. I should have called home more. Fuck, I’m sure I’m gonna hear an earful about that in the morning. I don’t even have a good explanation in place for why I didn’t call her. I should probably work on that. It’s just nice to have my work life be my work life, and my home life be my home life, and not mix them up. There’s a whole social aspect of a work trip that’s really refreshing in the way it disconnects me from whatever mundane shit is going on at home, and it’s easy to get caught up in that. It doesn't make me a horrible person. Losing track of time is human. Wanting to get away is human. Maybe it was uncool not to call her all week, but if I’m being totally honest with myself, I needed the break. Stuff gets stale with one person after so many years.

She’s still really gorgeous, though. Damn it. I forget that sometimes, but it’s hard to miss right now. Occasionally I’ll still get that flash of excitement, just like the way she totally dazzled me when we first met. I still think about that night a lot. She was all innocence and nerves, a good little girl hanging out with the wrong crowd, and it was almost like she looked up to me. It was fucking irresistible. She’s changed a lot over the years. I mean she looks about the same, but she’s a very different person now. Is it weird that I still feel exactly like I’m the same? In a lot of ways, I still think and feel exactly the way I did when I was seventeen. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. God, I’m too tired for this existential shit, I need sleep.

There’s one last thing I manage to accomplish before pouring myself into bed next to her to sleep off the travel fatigue, and it’s to get a glass of water and some aspirin set up on her bedside table for the morning. It’s a lot easier to make fun of her for her hangover if I’ve done the nice guy thing first.

***

Saturday, November 3rd, 1990

Ow. Ow. Ow. Oh, sweet merciful Jesus Zombie Christ. Oh, bad. Bad decisions. So many bad decisions. Am I dead? Please tell me I’m dead. That would make things so much simpler.

Nope. I can sit up and squint around my room. Definitely not dead. Whoops, definitely need to throw up. I barely drag myself to the bathroom in time to make it into the toilet, and feel instantly better when I’ve got it all out of my system, although now all I can focus on is the pounding headache the bourbon left behind. And the awful taste in my mouth. I brush my teeth and wash my face, moving like a sloth, shaking with weakness, wincing at every sound, and unable to look at my own reflection. I've had about enough of that girl. When I slump back to the bedroom, I notice two important things that weren’t there yesterday: my boyfriend, and a glass of water he thoughtfully set out for me. I manage to overpower a fresh urge to vomit. So many bad decisions.

Alex is sitting up in bed, dangling his long legs off the edge, and wearing a smug grin as he watches me down some aspirin and chug the entire glass of water like I’ve just crossed the desert.

“Morning, beautiful,” he mocks. “How do you feel? You look like a million bucks.”

I sit down next to him and let him wrap me up in a hug, even though his touch makes my skin want to get up and crawl onto the floor and out of the apartment altogether. Is that because of what I’ve done, or what he might have done?

“Yeah, well, I feel like counterfeit money that’s been eaten and then spat up into a gutter by a rabid raccoon. Hi.”

“Hi.” He kisses my cheek and smooths my hair down. “Fun night, I take it?”

I look into his amused light blue eyes, wishing involuntarily for the nth time that they were a different pair. Warm, green. It’s such a reflexive, broken-in wish at this point. So much about my life could be so different. But what would I even say to Stone if he were here? What am I supposed to say to Alex, for that matter? Christ, I don’t know which of the three of us I’m angriest at. I just know that I don’t have the emotional wherewithal to be honest with Alex right now about everything. My indiscretions and his. Later. I can do it later. I just need to regain my strength, that’s all, then we’ll have to figure this whole thing out.

“Uhm, no, I mean, I guess… kinda overdid it, maybe.”

“Just you?”

He’s still watching me with laugh lines around his eyes, so I know he meant the question innocently enough, but nonetheless, it triggers a landslide of guilt when I think about how narrowly I need to answer him. Just me last night, sure, trying to drink memories out of my head of the night before. Trying to drink all this Stone madness out of my system. A spectacular failure, obviously.

“Yeah, just me,” I grumble, hoping to pass the turmoil off as more hangover nausea.

“Party animal. You missed a bunch of calls, you know.”

“Really? I didn’t hear the phone ring.”

“Babe, the way you were sleeping, I don’t think you would have heard a nuclear holocaust.”

I’m pulled back to the warmth of the moment I woke up on Stone’s shoulder, and the affection in his eyes as he teased me for sleeping through the movie’s air raid sirens. Stone. In my apartment, washing my dishes, kissing my hair, painting my face on the bathroom sink… and then, everything that happened at his house… it all feels like a dream I’ve woken up from. I wish I could go back. God, how did so much happen in one week? What is Alex going to say when I tell him? My head is killing me. New topic. “Uhm, so who called?”

“Sarah had some lab shit to ask about --”

“-- oh fuck, my samples --”

“-- yeah, although I think she probably took care of that. And Lucy wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner. She obviously missed the memo about your liquid diet.” He snorts and nudges the bottle on the floor with his foot. “But it sounds like she was hanging out with Jeff and those guys, so she probably won’t hate you forever for ghosting on her.”

“Comforting.” But I feel a little better at the sound of Lucy’s name. I need to find her as soon as I can today, she’s the only person on earth I actually want to talk to right now.

“Oh, and what’s-his-face called too. Stone.”

So much for feeling better. So much for being sure I was done puking for the day. “Stone called?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Did you talk to him? What did he say?”

“No, he left a message.”

“I should probably go listen --”

“Oh, I deleted them all, sorry. He didn’t say anything though, just kinda rambled a bit and said he’d call back later, or some shit like that.”

I nod, keeping my eyes on the floor, waiting for Alex’s usual grumbling about Stone, but it doesn’t arrive. I’m thankful for that, because I’m not sure I could stomach it right now. The two of them hate each other so much. How is that possible? How can two people who are so important to me be such total opposites? Which one of them am I supposed to have any faith in? A wave of exhaustion washes over me just thinking about it. Until I remember. The one thing that might help me figure it out.

“Oh, uhm, Patch called yesterday.”

Alex gives me a sly glance. “Yeah? What’d you guys talk about?”

“Oh, we didn’t talk, he called when I was -- uhm, while I was out. But he said something interesting.” He continues to eye me with that knowing expression but doesn’t take the bait, so I charge ahead. “$500?”

“I shoulda told you, probably,” a toothy grin breaks over his face. “But you don’t have to pay back any part of it, I mean, I wrote it from ‘us’ but it was my choice, so you don’t owe me anything for it. I figured if I told you, you’d tell him, and I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Why’d you do it?” I ask, feeling weak.

He sighs. “I know, it was dumb, all my talk about you smothering him and stuff, but I couldn’t let him move without giving him a little help. You know how hard it is to start in a new city, and he doesn’t have anyone there, I just wanted him to have what he needs. I’m proud of him for starting over.”

“Right.” Well, there’s my answer. “Uhm, he said he wasn’t going to cash it.”

“Little brat.”

My throat closes in on a sob and manages to lock it down while I stare at Alex. That kind of devotion, it’s completely overwhelming. Whatever Stone saw, it was a misunderstanding, obviously. He just doesn’t get Alex and me, he never has. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking this past week, letting this thing with Stone get so out of control, but this is where I need to be. I have no idea how to make this broken thing work, but I need to figure it out. Alex didn't do anything to deserve what I’ve done to him, I owe it to him now more than ever.

“Let’s get some greasy food into you before you keel over. I’d offer to cook it if I didn’t think that’d make matters worse,” Alex teases as he pulls me in to lean on his shoulder. “Mama’s?”

I nod again, although I’m still fighting the urge to recoil from Alex’s touch, and the wish that it was Stone’s instead. God, get over yourself, Cora.

***

I’m just locking up my apartment door and heading down the stairwell to go to the grocery store and run the rest of my weekend errands when I hear two familiar voices echoing upward that stop me in my tracks on a single stair. Cora and Alex. Laughing about something.

“Hey, guys!” I greet them as they round the corner, trying not to look too suspicious.

“Hey Luce, what’s new?” Alex says in an easy, warm voice that tells me Cora hasn't said anything to him yet about wanting to break up.

“Oh, nothing,” I answer Alex but stare at Cora, who’s giving me a cornered look, “what’s, uh, what's going on with you two?”

“Willie Dixon here swam to the bottom of a sea of whiskey last night,” he nudges Cora, who does seem a little sickly now that I look at her more closely, “so some hangover food was in order.”

“You alright, Cor?” I ask, and she nods and bites her lips in. Uh oh. That’s a we need to talk face if I’ve ever seen one. “Hey, are you busy right now? I just got this new dress but it’s kinda trendy, I’m on the fence about whether I’m gonna keep it. That is, if you don't mind me borrowing her, Alex?”

Alex rolls his eyes before kissing the top of Cora's head and bounding up the next flight of stairs. “Don’t know why you’d ask her, dresses are to Cora as lipstick is to pigs.”

With his footsteps retreating and Cora already heading down the hall to my door, I’m free to glare daggers at his disappearing shape. What. A. Dick.

“Coffee?” I offer once we’re inside, but Cora makes a beeline for my bright orange chair, her favorite in my place, which is hilarious because of how horribly it clashes with her hair. She flops down, cross-legged and sullen. Yikes. I’d offer something stronger than coffee, but it sounds like she's been there and done that already.

“Or not. So uh,” I take a seat on the couch, “you guys seemed pretty cozy. I take it you haven’t talked to him yet?”

“Nope,” she scratches at a pull in the fabric, right in the middle of one of the teal flowers underneath her knee.

“All that liquid courage wasted, then, huh?”

“What? No, uh, the booze wasn't a liquid courage thing. It was just a being stupid thing. I got myself drunk hours before he even came home, sat around, listened to some records. I was asleep by the time he got in.”

“Wow, you were really stressed out about talking to him, huh?”

“No, it wasn’t that,” she scowls down at the flower before glancing back up. “How’s stuff with Jeff?”

“We’re good, I don’t know, the usual.”

“What do you mean, ‘you don't know’? That sounds suspect.”

How much do I really want to tell her about this? I've got reason to believe she's just trying to deflect from her own situation, but hey, I have my own shit to talk about too, right? “It’s nothing big, he’s just kind of… needy lately, I don't know what to make of it.”

“Needier than usual?” Cora arches an eyebrow.

“Hey, he’s not needy!” I retort, my hackles immediately raised in defense of my guy.

“Oh sure, outside of the whole 'needing to constantly fuck like bunnies’ thing, no, he’s a veritable rock, an island.”

This grin won't stay inward no matter how much I force it. Jeff and I may have had a weird moment the other day, but in the grand scheme of things, it still amazes me how peaceful my life has been with him in it. He just makes it so easy to want to be with him all the time. Part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some crazy thing to happen like in all my other relationships, but this one's just so straightforward, so pure.

“I really love him, Cor.”

My friend's wan face suddenly bursts into a bright smile. “Sorry, I was only joking, you guys are sickeningly perfect, you know? Have you said it to him yet?”

“No, not yet, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I just…” I stare up at the ceiling, no longer trying to keep the joy off my face, “I trust him so much, you know? To do his part, to be kind, to have good instincts, all of that stuff. It's never been like that with any other guy. Maybe that's why it was so weird when he seemed kinda shifty the other day, it was just different by comparison.”

“Seems like a pretty good problem to have,” she grins. “I love you two, okay? I mean, I stand by my pledge to disembowel him with the headstock of his own bass if he so much as disappoints you with a movie night selection, but… he makes you happier than I think I’ve ever seen you.”

“Stop it you bitch, you're going to make me cry.”

“You're such a baby.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and I know that's all the sap I’m going to get out of Cora until the next full moon, so I decide to change the subject. “Anyway, needy or not, he had his own plans for today. He went mountain biking with Stone.”

And just like that, her whole demeanor changes from warm and open to completely closed off. “Damn, I should have slipped him a twenty to cut Stone’s brakes. The perfect crime.”

“You’re weird when you’re in love, anyone ever tell you that?”

“I’m not in love with Stone,” she scoffs.

“Oh? That’s news to me.”

“Yeah well, it’s been a busy news week.”

“Don’t tell me you guys are in some stupid fight again.”

She gives a shifty glance sideways and then intones, “okayyy, we’re not in some stupid fight again.”

“...Cora?”

“Just following orders.”

Exasperated before I've even heard the backstory, I collapse backward on the couch, although between the two of us, I’m the one who least needs to talk my problems out on a couch. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

“There’s nothing to hear, Lucy, he’s just an asshole, I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what, exactly?”

“The whole Stone thing, the whole Alex thing, I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I had it all fucking backwards. That’s all, there’s not much to tell.”

“Like hell there’s not! What happened?” And how could it have happened in only two days?

“Nothing. I talked to Stone, we said some shit, we had a big fight, I realized I had him all wrong, that’s the end of it.”

“And when did you and Stone do all this talking, exactly?”

She toys with her bottom lip and mutters something I can’t quite hear, so I sit up and give her my best no-bullshit face until she spits out, “yesterday morning, at his place.”

“And what were you doing at his place yesterday morning?” I sound like a cross-examiner, which makes me feel a little guilty, but we have to get to the bottom of this.

She winces. “I kinda… sorta... went over there the other night.”

“YOU WHAT?! Way to bury the fucking lede, Cora! What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

“Love me forever even though I’m a fucking idiot, I thought that was our deal.”

“God damn you. Move over.”

She budges a few inches to the side in the giant armchair so I can squeeze in next to her. “Okay. Tell me everything.”

“I swear, there really isn’t that much to tell,” she whines, looking more wretched than ever.

“I’m going to murder you if you say that one more time, you spent the damn night with Stone! That's a big deal! How did that even happen?”

“I called him Thursday afternoon sometime, I don’t know, I was just… I was feeling so bad about the whole Alex thing, like it was all over and I had to just sit around and wait for him to get home before I could do anything about it. It was such a shitty, angry, powerless feeling. So I stupidly thought that what I needed to just air it all out with Stone.”

“And did you??”

“Yes. I mean, no, not right away, we hung out for a while. But eventually, yeah, we got around to it.”

“I swear to fucking god if you don’t start getting more specific with a quickness…” I hold my hands out menacingly toward her throat.

“Okay okay, I don’t even know, we… we were just hanging out, in this tree, and --”

“Excuse me? You were in a tree with Stone? Are you sure this isn’t a drug trip?”

“-- you wanna hear the story or not? It’s not a big deal, we went for a bike ride to Volunteer Park, there’s this one really beautiful tree he wanted to show me --”

I don’t dare interrupt her again for fear of derailing the story even further, but I’m secretly overcome with love for Jeff when I think about our first date at the park conservatory. And it's mixed with a newfound appreciation for Stone. He may be an immature little snot about a lot of things, but he understands the way to Cora’s heart, that much is clear. After so many years of wanting to share beauty like that with Alex and striking out, it must have meant the world to her.

“-- and we were talking about random stuff and we… well, he… kinda just said it. And then I said it back. The whole ‘I love you’ thing, you know.”

My jaw drops. “He said he loves you? He used the word love?”

“Yeah. A bunch.”

“And you said it back?”

“Yeah,” she screws up her mouth before going on, “and then we kissed, and then went back to his house, and then we kissed and stuff for a while longer, and then we fell asleep. So that’s how I ended up waking up there yesterday.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Shaw, you ‘kissed AND STUFF’? I need a breakdown, what kind of stuff? Did you guys have sex?”

“JESUS, Lucy, no, we just kinda...made out... and stuff, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I mock her apathetic tone, “but what does ‘stuff’ mean, you vague little shit?”

“I don’t know… just stuff…”

I’m gonna have a coronary, this is too much. “Yeah but what stuff? How many bases are we talking about here?”

“It doesn’t even matter, we had that stupid fight in the morning so it’s never happening again.”

“Don’t think we are not coming back to the ‘and stuff’ eventually, woman, but fine, have it your way for now. Tell me about this fight.”

She unpacks the whole soap opera. Her anxiety about having cheated on Alex, Stone’s suspicions that Alex has been cheating on her, the two of them taking all their frustrations out on one another, and not even in the fun way. And all I can think is poor, stupid Stone. He’s great for her in a lot of ways, but he’s got a lot to learn, the way he blurted everything out like that. And he can’t say I didn’t try to warn him.

“So, what now?” I nudge her with my shoulder when she’s finally done pouring her heart out.

“What do you mean, what now?”

“Are you gonna talk to Stone? Seems like you guys have to try to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix, Lucy, he’s just a lying, manipulative asshole, like they all are. Excuse me, except for Jeff Ament.”

I ignore her dig because I'm too busy analyzing what she's just told me. Somehow I don’t doubt Stone’s accusation one bit. Alex being a cheating bastard would make a lot of sense. Alex bailing on Cora all the time, not calling her when he’s out of town, never wanting to hang out with her friends… I’ve always been the first to try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but that’s over now, there’s just too much evidence. And somehow she thinks Stone’s the lying asshole? Ohh, I’m going to castrate Alex the next time I see him. But that needs to wait, at least until Cora understands why.

“Cora,” I say carefully but clearly, and she listens with wide, wary eyes, “it’s your life, and I’m only going to say this once and then shut up. Stone is a lot of things. But I think you’re wrong about this one. I think you’re too focused on staying put in your relationship even though you’re fucking miserable, and I think you need to apologize to Stone for taking all of that out on him. It’s not his fault you went over there in the first place, you can’t blame him for that. And it’s not his fault Alex is a bad enough boyfriend to raise that kind of suspicion --” she sits bolt upright and tries to cut me off, but I talk over her “-- even if it’s possible that Stone just got the wrong idea. You have to admit it’s not a totally outlandish theory.”

“But whether or not he's right isn't even the point. He lied about it, Lucy,” she persists, sounding genuinely heartbroken all of a sudden. “I thought I could trust him. I honestly thought I had something different with Stone, but it's all the usual self-serving crap.”

“Yeah. I know. Boys are dumb.”

She slumps back into the chair and lets out a “hmph,” I assume of agreement.

“Sooo? What kind of stuff?”

***

“Are you sure you don't wanna go somewhere else? We come here all the time.” I don't sound convincing in the slightest, but I’ve gotta give it a try.

“Wonder why that is,” Jeff rolls his eyes and barges past me through the front door of Cyclops. Oh, excellent, Jeff Diction’s practicing his sarcasm. Whatever, forget him. Just please let her be working tonight. Hey, that Emily girl who works here is nice and seems eager to please... maybe if I bat my eyelashes at her enough, she’ll be able to sneak me Cora’s shift schedule. Not that I want to cause a scene at her work, in fact that's the last thing I want. I just want to talk to her really quick, make sure she's doing alright. We definitely don't need to dissect the whole fight just yet, though. A cooling-off period is probably in order. She deserves a little space, she has every right to be upset.

The place is busy, and Emily looks genuinely apologetic as she says, “I’m really sorry, you guys, Cora’s section is totally full, it's going to be at least twenty minutes.”

“That's okay!” I shout, a little too loudly. Both she and Jeff stare at me like I’ve just sprouted a second head, so I try to pass it off as an effort to be heard above the cafe noise. “You're busy tonight, obviously, we’ll just take whatever opens up for 3. I think we’re expecting one more.”

Emily scans the seating chart and then checks over her shoulder. “There's a table over there in Paul's section?”

“Perfect, you're a doll.”

Jeff gives me another weird look before following the little blonde hostess to our new spot. Reluctantly, I trail after. It's extremely strange to be on this side of the restaurant. I don't think I’ve sat over here since before I met Cora.

“Can I get you folks anything else?”

And just like that, as though thinking of her had summoned her, I hear her voice and whip around to see her standing right there. She's just appeared at the corner of the bar to settle up a table, and either she hasn't noticed me yet or she's determined not to look at me. I think I can hazard a guess. I try to will her to look my direction without making too much of an ass out of myself, but it doesn't work. She turns her back to me after taking orders for another round of drinks and heads toward the bar.

I join Jeff at the table and let out a huge sigh as I sit down. Jesus, everything hurts. Either I’m coming down with something or I’m getting too old to bike that trail.

“You okay, man?” Jeff scowls.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“You probably feel like shit, same as me, I always forget what a fuckin’ workout that trail is.”

“Yeah, remind me to check later that all my teeth are still in my head, I think a couple of them mighta rattled out when we hit those rocks.”

He chuckles and then looks up when the front door bell chimes. “Oh hey, Mike made it.”

I turn around too fast for the liking of my aching neck, but see McCready chatting up Emily before she points him in our direction.

“Gentlemen,” he beams as he sits down.

“What's with you?” I mutter, not in the mood for any kind of conversation, least of all whatever big secret he’s obviously hoping we'll drag out of him.

“Nothin’, just had a good night.”

Something tells me this is about a girl. It takes all my effort not to snap at him to just spit it out, because some of us spent the night alone with our mistakes echoing through our heads. Some of us. Not naming names.

“You gonna tell us or not?” Jeff prods as our server, this nondescript Paul-looking person, sets a pitcher of beer and some glasses down in front of me.

“Selene came over again last night,” Mike finally crows, looking disgustingly proud of himself.

“Bully for you. Didn't you already get there on Halloween?” I ask, surprising even myself with my sour tone. They both give me confused looks before carrying on like my outburst never happened, which suits me just fine because Cora's back out from behind the bar now, so I can watch her in peace. My bandmates are dissecting what counts as a one night stand, and whether one night stands can be repeating occurrences, and whether you can really be dating someone if you don’t have her phone number or her address or have any way to get in contact with her, and I'm trying to tune all that bullshit out and send telepathic waves across the room to Cora. I'm sorry, I’m sorry, hey, look at me please, I know you know I’m here…

Her eyes snap over to me suddenly and I actually jump. I’m sure I can feel Jeff and Mike staring at me now too, but as long as I have her attention I need to make the most of it.

“Can we talk?” I mouth silently but as exaggeratedly as I can to make sure she understands. “Please?” I add, probably wildly conspicuous. Oh well, I don't care who notices.

“No,” she scoffs, again totally silently, before turning around to get back to her work. I close my eyes for a moment and sigh, wondering how I could be stupid enough to expect anything else after the way we left things, and open them again to see my friends watching me with gaping mouths.

“Dude. What the fuck is going on with you two?” Mike asks bluntly, looking back in Cora's direction.

“Nothing,” I mutter into my beer, trying not to think about the way my throat is starting to ache.

“Seriously man, what happened this time? She looks like she wants to kill you,” Jeff points out helpfully, watching Cora go about her job and occasionally glaring in our direction.

“I mean it, it’s nothing, we just…” they’re both staring at me like I’m insane, so I already know they’re not going to drop it until I give them a morsel of the truth and I’m too tired right now to fight about it, “fine, just don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? She kinda stayed over at my place last night.”

Mike’s eyes bug out of his head and Jeff’s jaw drops even lower.

“You dog!” Mike howls, punching my shoulder and making me wince.

“What do you mean, she kinda stayed over?” Jeff needles me, “was that your idea or hers?”

“Hers. She called me.”

“So she broke up with Alex?”

“Not exactly.”

“So what, you’re the other guy now?”

“Not exactly that either.”

“What does that even mean, dude?” Jeff’s obviously losing patience. I know the feeling, even as regret over the way I acted gnaws at my insides.

“I don’t know. Nothing really happened, though.”

Jeff and Mike respond at the same time, respectively, “yeah, right,” and “I call bullshit.”

“I don’t give a shit, call it whatever you want. Nothing happened. I mean, it wasn’t nothing, I guess, but…”

“You guess??” Jeff presses.

I throw my hands up, feeling cornered and wishing I’d never told them this much in the first place. So much for getting them to leave it alone. “I don’t know… it wasn’t… like, okay, she stayed over, so obviously it’s not nothing, you’re both big boys and I don’t have to explain how that works. But it’s not like you think. Mostly we talked, and just kinda hashed out everything that's been going on with us, and then we sorta fell asleep.”

Mike pounds the table, making my head throb. “You mean to tell me, the girl you’ve been drooling over for months now shows up at your place to jump your bones, and you have a fucking diplomacy summit followed by a slumber party?”

“You know, Mikey, it’s really a shame we don’t let you write more lyrics,” I sneer, leaning my face on my hand to try to stop the pounding at my temple.

“Laugh it up, Gossard, at least I got laid last night.”

“Yeah, well, call me old fashioned, but getting laid kinda becomes less appealing if I know the girl's likely to hate herself in the morning.”

Once again, Jeff and Mike respond at the same time like a pair of wind-up toys released at the same moment.

“Well, that narrows your options down to zero.”

“Shows what you know about getting laid, Stone.”

The two of them break down in fits of laughter, and I’ve had about as much as I can take. “Hilarious. I gotta take a leak, so think up your next stand-up routine while I’m gone, will you?”

I feel lightheaded as I make my way around the bar in the center of the room to the black-painted narrow hallway where the bathrooms are. One of them’s occupied, but the other one’s free. I’ve always thought it was cool that this place never bothered to assign gender to bathroom doors. I grab the free room to do what I came to do, then make a sad attempt to blow my nose, and I’m just opening the door as a familiar redhead rounds the corner and nearly crashes into me on her way back to the kitchen.

“Hi,” I breathe out, feeling dizzy again.

“God, Stone, you look like shit,” she scowls, surveying me up and down.

“Thanks.” I almost point out that she looks a little worse for wear too, but that observation probably won’t help my case.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me…” she makes to duck past me, but catch one of her arms carefully in my hand on her way by.

“Wait. Can we please talk?”

“Here?” she asks, looking around the claustrophobic hallway incredulously.

“I don’t know, wherever, just…”

I don’t get to finish my sentence, because at the sound of a voice approaching around the corner, Cora places both hands on my chest and shoves me backward into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

I laugh while trying to inhale after she's just pushed all the air out of my lungs, and it ends up turning into a harsh cough. “What gives?”

“Shh! Thought I heard Mike,” she grumbles under her breath, frowning over her shoulder at the door, still not taking her hands off me.

“No, he’s at the table,” I answer in a quiet voice, “why?”

“I just don't need to hear his commentary right now.”

I can't help it, a smile tugs on half of my mouth as I watch her worried expression. “Oh, no, two adults conversing in a hallway, heaven forfend, alert the town elders.”

“Well, if you’re going to be an asshole about it,” she starts to let her hands fall, but I catch them in mine, running my thumbs back and forth over them. She drops her gaze to our hands, still frowning but not pulling away.

“I'm sorry,” I say, almost whispering. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She twists her hands free and meets my eyes. “I'm fine.”

“Okay,” I steel myself, “and uh, Mike sort of already knows, you know.”

“You TOLD him??”

“Hey, if your objective was not to be overheard, are you accepting constructive criticism at this time?”

“Shut up, Stone, who else did you tell?”

“Just Mike and Jeff, just now, when they wouldn’t let it go. They kinda picked up on it. I barely told them anything, don’t worry. No more than you’ve probably already told Lucy, anyway.”

She narrows her eyes, and I know I’ve got her, so I’d better not press my luck. “Look, Cora, I just wanted to see how you are, okay?”

“I’m fine,” she repeats coolly, tossing her hair over her shoulder and pursing her lips.

“Okay,” I say slowly, “uhm, and I wanted to say I’m sorry. For, uh, for how I acted.”

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I don’t?” Her voice is so detached and level, it's worse than being shouted at. Where’s the venom-spitting Cora from the other day? At least I know how to deal with her. This is something entirely new, this distant feeling. I really, really hate it. “What about the whole lying to you thing?”

“No, it doesn’t matter, I think we just need to move on, okay?”

“Move… move on?”

“Yeah. So you lied a little, big deal. Everybody lies a little. I think we both thought that… this… was something it wasn’t. And whatever you think you saw Alex do, it was all just a misunderstanding.”

What? She's not actually defending that guy to me, is she? I have to try hard not to let my annoyance into my voice. “I mean, I’d be glad to be wrong about this, and if I am then I’m sorry, but I know what I saw.”

Cora goes on as though I haven't said anything. “Anyway, I should never have come over there in the first place, so really, I’m the one who should be sorry and not you. I think we just need to act like it never happened.”

“You’re not serious,” I murmur, feeling an unwelcome numbness take over my brain.

“Serious as cancer,” she shrugs. “I was stupid, I lost my head for a little while there, but it was just a mistake.”

“Cora, don’t do this, come on, whatever it was, it's not a mistake...” I’m too worn out to try to say anything more eloquent, so I reach out to put a hand on her arm again, running it up and down gently, trying to get through to her however I can. When she doesn’t recoil, I take her other arm as well, trying to draw her in a little closer, but it’s like she’s stuck to the floor. She closes her eyes, looking pained.

“Stone…”

“Yeah?”

“I have to get back to work.”

Without another word, she works free of my hands and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. I have to lean on the sink to stop from shaking. Jesus, I’m a mess, I just need to get home.

#i wrote it quickly. so make of it what you will and excuse the inevitable typos #chapter 22 #behind the sun #fanfiction #fanfic #stone gossard #jeff ament #mike mccready #pearl jam

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Thantophobia — The Fear if Losing Someone You Love (Shyan)

A Mob/Lawyers au. Night Night B*rgara and Legs M*dej will exist in this. If you’d rather read it on archive of our own feel free. Hope you all enjoy 💛

CHAPTER 14 (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

Simultaneously, the man was nothing and everything like he had envisioned. He wore a sharp, navy suit–probably worth more than everything in Ryan’s closet–his fingers were adorned with rings of every size, carat, and gemstone, and chains dripped down his chest like liquid gold. Between his fingers, he held a hefty cigar, the plumes of smoke dancing around his face and hair. Yes, his hair, that had been the most surprising… It was a soft silver, undertones of lavender catching the light as he moved.

Altogether he looked… oddly soft. Despite the harsh decor of his wardrobe, he had round cheeks and a pouty bottom lip that made him seem almost delicate.

He sat alone at a back table in the quiet cafe, just as Ryan had instructed him to. His empty fingers tapped anxiously as he sucked on the cigar. Eyes fixed on the nearest window. He seemed both nervous and unbothered, an emotional state that, in Ryan’s opinion, was too powerful for any human to actually master.

“Steven Lim, I presume.” Ryan stood, looking down his nose at the enemy turned “ally.”

“Bergara.”

“Ah, yes, I’d recognize that voice anywhere.” He grinned, cheekily, sitting down across from the man.

Steven straightened out his cuffs, tapping his cigar above the ashtray and watching as fizzling sparks tumbled down. “Mm, I’m flattered.”

“As glad as I am to see you,” Ryan gestured vaguely to Steven, “in the flesh, I’m in a bit of hurry, so, let’s get this over with. Yeah?”

He hummed, nodding casually as if the question was simply information he was being told and not a genuine inquiry.

“…You here to get shit done? Or did you wanna see how long it takes me to snap in person?” Ryan bristled, watching Steven’s easy figure. He had his left arm draped over the back of his seat, his right hand languidly holding the cigar, offering it another delicate double tap. His head was turned away from Ryan, eyes cast out, once again, to the window. They were just across the street from the police station and their vantage point offered them a clear view of the large double doors. Just as Ryan knew it would.

“Lim, don’t fuck with me here,” He warned, voice low.

Steven’s gaze flashed to Ryan’s, eyes dark and unforgiving. He leaned forward, pulling his lounging arm in to rest on the table as he drew near to his opponent. A cobra readying to strike. “Here’s the deal, Bergara. I don’t like playing games–”

“Do you not? Because I seem to remember lots of playful taunts and giddy giggles when it would most convenience you.”

It was a catalyst. The match that struck the flame. His subtle frown had twisted, sickeningly, into a full, contemptuous sneer, and he stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray. His decorative fingers intertwined, in faux calmness.

“Tell me, Ryan, do you think I could kill you right now? Do you think I could end your life right here and still walk out, past the police station, a free man?”

The shorter man swallowed, thickly, jutting out his jaw in a futile attempt to prove in control.

“Well? Do you?” Steven waited for an answer, coyly, but none came, “I think so–actually, no. No, I don’t think so. I know so. I know so because I get whatever the fuck I want in this rotten town. Whether that’s money, power, information, or death.”

Ryan’s hold was slipping, the upper hand that was once well in his grasp was sliding through his fingers. He knew that, Steven knew that, but he had to play it like that wasn’t the case. He had to play it like Steven had misread his hand, “But you wouldn’t do that because you want to make a deal.” His voice dripped with faux confidence, the calculations all a blur in his head. Was it better to keep up this tough and dominant act, or should he let Steven lead?

He chuckled, shifting his hair off his forehead, “Mm, I want to make a deal,” he softly echoed with an approving nod, “Yes, as do you. Or else I wouldn’t be here.”

He wasn’t wrong. Ryan bit on the edge of his thumb, concentrating on every detail of his counterpart. Did he have a tell? Was there a way for him to win without sacrificing too much?

“So, what do you want?” Steven asked, voice level, casual.

“Oh, no! No, no, no, no.” It was meant to be a taunt, a joyous song, but, instead, it came out strained and fearful. “That’s not how we’re playing this. What do you want? I’ve put up with enough of your shit to know not to trust,” he gestured nonsensically at the mobster, “That.”

There was a flicker, subtle, but there. A spark of surprise, of miscalculated shock in the mob boss’ big ochre eyes.

“I see.” Steven adjusted his watch, glancing at the sleek face. He had not expected Ryan to fight him on this, not while things were the way they were.

“Well?”

He sighed, leaning back in the small wooden seat, his white button-up straining open as he glanced over at the station. “There’s someone in power that I’d like… dealt with.”

“Dealt… with?” It was tentative, a whisper on his lips.

“Mmm,” He nodded, his pouty lips twisting into a Cheshire grin, “You’re quite good at that, so I’ve heard.”

Ryan bit back a bitter quip, he was back again, dancing with the devil. His past burns hadn’t yet healed but his options were few and far between.

“Bergara… Don’t fret, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“And if I say no?”

Steven ran a finger along the rim of the ashtray, “Let’s just say… I know a number of people who weren’t particularly fond of Madej’s interrogation tactics. Imagine the swell of people who’d want him condemned to death.” The words were so harsh as they fell from the smiling lips, and Ryan turned his head away to organize his thoughts. “And it’s not like I can hold them back if I’m imprisoned.”

The bustle of the room was just a distant hum, like an AC unit buzzing to life. It was odd, a strange reminder of the outside world. It should be comforting, yes? But all Ryan could focus on was how he could easily be condemning himself, publicly. How he could be in danger. A sweet paranoia. He bit his lip, shaking his head with what he hoped sounded like an easy laugh. “Yeah, okay… Who’s the target?”

It was grey. The walls. The sheets. The concrete floor. The metal toilet. It was grey. And cold.

Shane sat, awkwardly, a leg perched against his chest, the other dangling over the rickety cot. He was alone, deemed a threat to others, in this monochrome box.

He didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how Ryan was doing with that stupid code. He didn’t know if any evidence had been discovered. Fuck, what if Ryan ended up getting tied to him and the evidence? What if he already had been?

His fingers twitched, anxiously, he wanted to see his friend. He wanted to talk to Ryan. He wanted to explain. He wanted to explain that the kiss was the only way he could give him the paper discreetly… but that didn't mean he hadn’t wanted to kiss him. He did want to kiss him. He still wanted to! He wanted to kiss him again when their worlds weren’t falling apart.

Shane wanted to explain that he’d had a big fat gay crush on Ryan since they were in college. Since Ryan gave him that stupid look. That stupid, wistful ‘I believe in the good of humanity’ look. He hadn’t seen it in a while. It was almost like the whole expression was a dream, a figment of Shane’s imagination, until he apologized, until he said this whole thing was his fault.

Ryan had shaken his head, lips parted and eyes twinkling, and there it was. It was deeper, though, richer and full of guilt. It was alive and with a passion that made Shane’s heart stop beating.

Fuck. He wanted to see Ryan.

It was like a dripping wound, the more he ignored it, the more it ached.

Shane ran a hand through his hair, eyes tracing the cracks in the floor.

“Mr. Madej,” It was Holly, her eyes blank and dull “Your lawyer is here to speak with you.”

He exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, the weight on his shoulders lifting just a bit. He pushed himself to his feet, shaking his stiff limbs.

Holly didn’t bother with asking for his wrists, just took hold and cuffed them. They both knew that this was different. They had never been terribly close, Ryan and Shane preferred to stay distant from the cops, but they were all work acquaintances. Shane would even go so far as to say the four of them were work friends after they finished a case. So, here, they didn’t bother with niceties, not when their eyes showed their apologies and their touches were laced with guilt.

Shane let Holly guide him, a hand pressed firmly to the center of his back as she directed him into the interrogation room.

“You have 20 minutes.”

Shane stumbled into the room, watching over his shoulder for the door to shut, “Ryan, have you–”

A man, only a few inches taller than Ryan, stood with his back to Shane. He was dressed in a sleek navy suit, a briefcase in his hand. His hair, though, is what really caught his eye. It was iridescent, an otherworldly silver.

“You-You are not Ryan.”

“‘Fraid not. No.” He tossed the case onto the metal table, and it let out a strangely hollow sound. He gestured for Shane to sit as he took swaggering strides towards the center of the room.

“So, who, pray tell, are you?”

The man snickered to himself, straightening out his suit cuff, “Mr. Madej, my name is Steven Lim. I’m here to… help you.”

Shane sunk into the seat. Who the hell was this well dressed, ‘lawyer.’ His rings glittered in the sterilizing light, his cologne filling the room like poison.

“Wait… You,” Shane squinted skeptically, “You’re… Satan?”

Lim barked a laughed, “Wow. What a generous title.” He looked absolutely delighted, elated by the new moniker. “Is that what you two have been calling me? I’m flattered,” He perched on the edge of the table, looking down upon the taller man at this angle. “Honestly.”

“I don’t… understand.” Ryan was supposed to be ending all of this. He was supposed to… unless… “Ryan didn’t…”

He smiled, eyes blazing with a terrifying excitement. Those hungry eyes said it all.

Shane ran a hand nervously over his throat, trying to pull away the ropes that were choking him, but found nothing, just a pressing reality.

“Oh, but he did!” He spoke with a flourish of his hand, “So, we’re getting you out of this. All of it.” Lim pushed himself to his feet, sliding the briefcase in front of him. He flicked the clasps open with a dramatic ‘click.’

Shane couldn’t see into the case from this angle, only watching as the strangely excitable man peered at the contents. He wasn’t what Shane had imagined at all. Shane had expected monotony, like Andrew, or heavy façades, like Norris, or strangely dark, paternal figures, like De Niro in ‘The Godfather.’ Lim was a whole other ball game, flashy and sophisticated, childish and cold, thoughtful and impulsive, a walking contradiction.

“Okay… What’s the plan?”

“We wait.”

Shane tilted his head, cocking a confused brow, “Uh, what for? Exactly?”

He could’ve jumped, actually, he probably had jumped, but the adrenaline that shook his body and thundered through his ears made the whole thing so jumbled and confusing he wasn’t sure what he’d done. All he knew was that Lim had given him an almost braggadocios wink, picked up a handgun from the briefcase, and snapped his fingers as a loud series of gunshots and screams echoed from the police station.

“For that.”

Fuck. It was a Smith and Wesson .500, that gun could kill anyone with a single shot. They were infamous.

“What? What the fuck! What the fuck?!” His eyes were frantic, his legs frozen in place despite his urge to stand up and yell.

“Let’s move, Madej, we don't have time for explanations. Not while cameras are around.” Lim gestured his gun holding arm wildly, trying to usher Shane out the door.

He swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed with worry, “What the fuck?! Ryan did not plan this!” He gestured towards the gun, the briefcase.

“Okay! So I improvised, who gives a shit! Get your ass up and let’s move, or you’ll be stuck in this hellhole!” Shane was wrong. Lim wasn’t just impulsive he was erratic, which was so much worse. Jesus fuck!

“Okay, okay.” Shane stumbled to his feet, allowing Lim to grab him by the shoulder.

“We’re making this look like a hostage situation, just in case we get stopped, but it shouldn’t be hard to get out. Not right now at least.” He shoved the gun between Shane’s shoulder blades, “Start walkin, Madej.”

There’s something odd about thinking of someone you feel indifference towards. Especially when you’re thinking of good moments together… paired with how you’re going to kill them.

Out of all the strange varieties of thought Ryan had throughout his life, he was pretty sure this scenario won ‘strangest.’ Eh, perhaps that was the wrong title. Maybe ‘craziest’ or ‘psychopathic’ would be better terms.

It didn’t quite matter now, though, he had a job to do and a life to escape.

Ryan fixed his attention on the gun in his hand, same as Steven’s own personal one, deadly as hell. He only had one shot at this, after all.

He shrugged his coat on tighter, tucking the weapon into his pocket, hands gloved. He clambered up the stairs, awkwardly, his side still hissing.

The station was warm in contrast to the icy autumn air. The contrast welcoming. He could see Holly and Norris talking. The brunette stood, gesturing enthusiastically, as she often did when recounting an anecdote. She shook her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. It was during these intense cases, during ones that would leave the pair practically unhinged, that she’d bust out her best stories to distract her partner. It was like a momentary vacation before everything really intensified.

Norris seemed to glow in her presence, eyes wide, and face soft. Wistful. Francesca Norris had never looked ‘wistful’ before in the history of Ryan knowing her. She seemed so enthralled in every movement her partner made, a moonstruck grin overtaking her mauve mouth.

Annie was carrying a coffee over to Tinsley, the pair engrossed in case details. They wrote rapidly, nodding as the other made an interesting point. Annie occasionally raised a hand, pen captured between her fingers, eyes alight, as she spoke. Tinsley, in return, would snap his fingers and take a drag from his cigarette.

It was familiar, a strange coziness in the towering marble room.

Ryan took a deep breath, steadying himself.

“Excuse me,” A figure muttered, his blue suit brushing by.

Ryan didn't offer him a second glance, “Sorry,” he already knew who it was.

“Detective Horsley! My name is Steven Lim, I’m here to speak with my client Shane Madej.”

Holly blinked, slowly, her tongue caught between her teeth like a confused cat. “Oh, I wasn’t aware he had sought out new council. Right this way!”

Ryan spectated from the edges of the room, his steps following the perimeter of the building. He needed to find a good angle, an ideal target point.

Holly and Steven exited the room, swiftly, and Norris tracked their path with her eyes. She frowned, nibbling on her painted lip. She pushed her glasses up, trying to ignore her suspicions.

He would have twenty seconds, tops, to get this right. Four steps, twenty seconds. He could not fuck this up. He glanced back at the door Holly had taken Steven into. The room that would lead to Shane.

Okay. He could do this.

Step one. He glided, casually, past the switch that controlled the overhead lights and flicked it down.

There was a murmur of annoyance and surprise, but the murmur quickly morphed into screams as Ryan initiated step two. He retrieved his weapon, heavy in his hand, and shot twice into the darkness.

Step three, ditch the gun. He threw it into a nearby potted plant. It didn’t matter if it was found, he just couldn’t have it on him. His gloves should keep him out of suspicion, anyway.

This left step four, escape the shooter’s vantage point. So, he ran, full on sprinted across the bullpen, and ducked behind the nearest desk. He had to blend in. He had to play the part of a victim, too.

Often times this would be the moment where slow, dramatic, ballad-like music would play in a film. A slow-motion montage would feature the protagonist blinking, anxiously, the lights would illuminate the room in a hazy flash of orange, and the victim would bleed out.

This is not, however, how real life plays out.

Therefore, that was not the way it played out when the lights did flicker on.

That was not the way it played out as Holly held her gun out, standing, wide-eyed, in the corridor.

That was not the way it played out as the brunette stepped forward, tentative and speechless, towards her lover.

That was not the way it played out as the blood pooled around Norris.

That was not the way it played out as the once enigmatic, terrifying, calculated, cruel, and damn good detective lay lifeless in the center of the police station lobby.

There was no music as a silent tear slipped down Holly’s cheek. There was no music as Ryan hesitantly stood, gripping his injured side. There was no music as officers slowly stepped forward, trying to make sense of the scene that had just unfolded. There was no music as civilians screamed, and ran away from the center of the room. There was no music. Just pain. And fear.

“What the fuck just happened?” Tinsley stood at the center of the staircase, looking down at the scene.

The hubbub of pedestrians yelping making for an uneasy ambiance.

Annie murmured a breathless, “Holy shit.” Turning to a pair of nearby lieutenants and snapping, “Call for medics!”

“Holly,” Tinsley descended the stairs in a hurry, neglecting the handrail, “…Hols?”

“She… She’s…” Holly swallowed thickly, not taking her eyes off the crumpled figure, “Someone… They…” But the words didn’t come. Neither did more tears, despite what Ryan thought. Her face may have been splotchy, nose red, eyes glassy and doll-like but no tears came. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, clearing her voice, “We’re going to need to take everyone’s statements. Get everyone to sit. Annie check the perimeter for any suspects. I’ll check the other rooms.”

“Holly, are you sure–”

“I’m fine!” She waved her hand dismissively at Annie, “I just… It’s what she would’ve wanted me to do.”

No one protested, instead, the worried bustle continued as everyone was ushered to the seats beside the stairwell.

Ryan surveyed the room, looking for a sign. For a moment, just in his periphery, he caught a pair of dark figures sliding past the departing crowd, but as he snapped back for a double-take, he found no one in sight.

Tinsley, along with a few other handy cops, began speaking to the few civilians nearest to them. Tinsley’s voice was too soft to reach Ryan’s prying ears. He nodded, thoughtfully, taking note of the events the woman was retelling.

The crowd was tense, tense and eerily quiet. Norris was the head detective, which would’ve put her in charge of this situation since Chief Houston was out… Due to the recent events though, the authority could debatably fall upon Horsley or Tinsley.

That must’ve been the play. If Tinsley rose to head detective, it would place Annie closer to command, as his partner.

Speak of the devil, er, devil’s informant, Annie re-entered the station. Her face was pale from the chill, “All clear around the perimeter!” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and took a seat beside her partner.

“Thank you for your time, you’re free to go, Ma’am.” Tinsley flipped to a new page in his notebook, “Ryan, you’re up next.”

Ryan forced a respectfully apologetic smile, his hands stuffed into his pocket, pulling the coat tightly to his chest. His injury was hot, he had moved too much in the past two days, and he was paying the price. He winced as he took a seat, “Hey, man.”

“What brought you to the station today, Ryan?”

“I wanted to check up on Shane.”

“I see… Where were you located when the lights went out?”

“I was standing by Holly’s desk.” Ryan pointed to the desk he had hidden behind.

“Is that so?” Tinsley raised a brow, biting on the end of his pen, skeptically.

“It is.”

“Convenient.”

“I’m sorry?” Ryan pulled his coat tighter, “What’s convenient?”

“Holly’s desk is just within the security camera’s blind spot… But you wouldn’t know that, would you?”

Oh, yes. Yes, he would. You learn things like that when you check blueprints and study trajectory. “No, of course not, and not to sound insensitive, but… You should probably fix that.”

Tinsley shrugged, making note of Ryan’s ‘story.’

“Tinsley,” Ryan waited for the man to look up, “Have I done something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Ryan, that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Tinsley leaned forward, flipping his notepad shut. “I don’t know anyone or anything Shane would go to the ends of the Earth to protect. Not Bennett, not his reputation, not the mob, not his job. No one… But you.” Tinsley’s grasp on the pen tightened, his knuckles whitening, “So, you’ll have to forgive me if I find it odd that he suddenly gets pinned for murder, and his priority is to wait for you to show up, his ‘lawyer,’ when the whole fucking world knows he could represent himself.”

Ryan pursed his lips, debating how to address this. “Tinsley,” He took a calming breath, “Shane is innocent, he didn’t kill Habersberger. He waited for me because he wanted me to support him. He’s scared, he’s being pinned for a crime he didn’t commit! And I’m sorry if fate has written an enticing mystery for you, a mystery that would boost your reputation, a mystery that seems too good to be true, but sometimes that’s just it… It’s not true.” Ryan placed a soothing hand on the detective’s knee, “But right now you should focus on the woman who’s murderer is on the loose.”

“Noted,” He hissed.

“So, am I free to go?” Ryan pushed himself up, turning towards the door. His coat sliding open just a bit.

“Ye–” Tinsley eyed the way the shorter man held himself, a bit hunched over. “Just one last question. If you don’t mind.”

Ryan sat down, raising his hands, palms out, as a show of innocent acceptance.

“Where were you last Friday from 8 P.M. till 10?”

“Uh,” He stiffened, straightened out the coat so it covered his chest. “I was home… alone…”

“Interesting.” Tinsley’s gaze didn't waver, he didn’t bother making any note. Just watching, waiting for Ryan to reveal himself. “…Okay, you’re free to go.”

“Good luck with the investigation, Detective.” Ryan wasted no time in rising to his feet. He slipped a hand into his coat, pressing it against his side to assess the damage.

Shit. It was wet. He was bleeding out again.

He was just about to move when Tinsley caught the movement, eyeing Ryan’s hand, still tucked into his coat. “Ryan?”

He took a step back, “Yes?”

“Please open your coat… slowly.” Tinsley was rising out of his own seat, his movements akin to that of a man facing off a rabid dog. Ryan, was an unpredictable threat, in this moment, to him. Tinsley’s right hand, slowly, reaching for his gun.

Fuck. Ryan had no other choice. He pulled his jacket open, his white shirt drenched in sweat… and blood.

“Tinsley…” Ryan was back to bearing his defensive palms, “I can explain.”

Tinsley’s scrutinizing gaze flickered between the bloody gash, the stains on Ryan’s hands, and the man in question’s big, nervous eyes. “Please do, Ryan.”

“I was injured last week, ducking behind the desk, amid all the commotion, tore the wound.” Ryan nodded, reassuringly, “I swear.”

“How’d you get injured, Ry?”

The room seemed deathly quiet now. Despite the murmurs and conversation fluttering about, the room’s air seemed stale, the movements seemed brittle, every breath Ryan took was a step on thin ice.

“I–”

“You’re 5ft 9, aren’t ya?”

“… 5’ 10, actually.”

“It’s striking, really,” He stepped closer, just a bit, standing taller.

“What?”

“Oh, well, it’s just… You match the description of someone I’m looking for quite well… 5 ft 10,” He rolled his eyes, mockingly, “Brown eyes, well-built, with an injury on their left side…”

Ryan took another step back, he needed to think of something, now, “Tinsley–”

“He’s gone!” Holly stormed into the room.

All eyes flew to her. Annie, Tinsley, even Ryan, himself, turned to her.

“Madej is gone!”

It was all a blur. A hazy flurry of movement. A hurricane of colors, and shouts, and gasps, and emotions. Tinsley had reached for Ryan, had tried to grab him with the words “you have the right” on his tongue, but an impulse took over. A reminder of everything that was on the line seized Ryan, and so, he punched the detective clean across the face.

He ignored the yelps from civilians. He ignored the shouts from Holly, her voice broken. He just ran, the blood sticking his shirt to his chest as he threw the door open. His heavy steps, the only sound as he slid toward the car.

“Bergara, freeze!” Holly was still trying, the pleads more to God than to her target. “Dammit, Ryan!” The tears could be made out in the thickness of her voice.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He held his lower lip, sharply, between his teeth as he threw the passenger seat to his car open.

Holly fired two shots, just missing Ryan’s feet. “Ryan!” She lowered her gun, watching as he turned back to her, “Please?”

Ryan shook his head, “I’m so sorry, Holly.” he pulled the door shut behind him, watching her in the distance.

It wasn’t her tears that broke him. It wasn’t the disappointment that lingered on her face. It was way she closed her eyes, holstered her gun, and turned away.

She wasn’t trying to get him. Not anymore. He had won.

“You did well, Bergara.” Steven sounded proud, sickly so. He smiled, glancing at Ryan from the corner of his eyes.

“Shane’s safe?” Ryan’s whole body seemed to vibrate with the emotions that overwhelmed his head. A pendulum of guilt and relief.

“Mhm, he’s waiting for you with the rental car at the first rest stop. You’ll see him soon.”

He expected to be engulfed in a sudden coziness, a warmth, a wonderful sanctity in this knowledge, yet none came. His fingers were cold, side hot and burning, his mind numb.

He had fought so hard to get here, to safety… The reality of it though… It was nothing that he had hoped for. Nothing that he had longed for.

Not anymore.

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South Park: Tweek’s Sick Day (Creek and Craig’s gang + Bebe) Fanfiction

I came up with this fic idea as I am sick at the minute. The idea’s just started coming to me and I had to write it down! Anyway I hope you enjoy it ^_^

Tweek was sitting in his bed room, his nose had been running all day and he had the worst headache. It was Saturday morning and he had plans with Craig, Clyde, Token, Jimmy and Bebe but he was in no fit state to go to Whistling Willy’s today. He pulled out his phone and scrolled until he found the current group chat he and his friends were using, he knew immediately as Clyde had named the chat, ‘I would sell my soul for a taco.’ He started typing.

Tw: Hey guys, I’m sick so I can’t meet you today.

Be: Are you okay honey cakes?

Cl: Dude, Noooo. It’s not the same without you :(

To: That sucks, wrap up warm, don’t stress your self

Ji: :(

Cr: Are your parents looking after you?

Tw: guys, it’s just a cold, probably the same one Clyde had. (Bebe please stop calling me that) Token I am and I am wearing a thick jumper to make sure. Craig, my parents are currently working so I’m home alone.

Cl: right, all those in favour of taking care of Tweek say aye!

Be: I’m in!

Cr: I’m his boyfriend, it’s my job.

Ji: (thumbs up)

To: Guess it’s unanimous.

Tw: Guys I’m fine, I can take care of myself.

Cl: The majority has spoken Tweek! We’ll be there in 15! Don’t worry about greeting us, Craig has his spare key.

Tweek gave up and locked his phone. He sat up in his bed and ate one more menthol sweet to try and make himself feel a little bit better. “I know they’re worried but I don’t want to get them sick. They’ll miss school and then they’re grades will drop and then they’ll be expelled! I can’t handle that kind of pressure!” He then heard the front door open and Clyde yelling. “We’re here Dude!” This was followed by Craig and Bebe scolding him. He clearly heard Craig say “He’s sick, don’t yell.” And Bebe say “He probably has a headache the poor dear.”

Tweek heard them come up the stairs and saw Token slowly open the door. “Hey Tweek, are you okay?” Tweek looked at them. “I feel Gah really ill guys, my nose won’t stop running and I have the worst headache, I wouldn’t get any closer. I don’t want to infect you guys.” Token smiled and then turned round to the group. “Right, me and Jimmy will be making soup for Tweek. Craig, Bebe, You will focus on buying more tissues and medicine, here’s some money for that. Clyde as you had a cold last week you will stay in here and look after him, you are the only one who can do this as you can’t catch this illness again.” Tweek frowned a little. “You guys really don’t have to do this.” Token then pointed at Tweek. “And your job will be to accept our help and get better. We’re your friends and it’s our job to take care of each other when our parents won’t. Okay everyone, let’s get too it.”

Craig pulled a sad face that he wouldn’t get to stay by his boyfriend’s side, but he knew he could help with the job Token had given him. He smiled up at Tweek. “Don’t worry babe, me and Bebe will go get the supplies for you.” He then turned to Clyde. “You better control your volume and look after Tweek to the best of your ability, no funny business or I will punch you.” Clyde put his arms up in defence. “Dude, if it’s the same cold I had I promise I won’t, that cold was horrible. The headache was the worst.” Clyde then put his hands on Craig’s shoulders. “He’s my friend Craig, I promise I’ll take care of him.” A small smile was on Craig’s face but it promptly disappeared the minute Jimmy said “G-g-g-get a r-room you two.” Craig flipped him off. “F$*k off Jimmy, I’m dating Tweek.”

Clyde then closed the door and turned to Tweek. “Right, I am in charge Tweek, and I’m going to make sure you get better.” Clyde then grabbed one of Tweeks tissues and went into his bathroom. He came back with the cloth now damp and carefully put it on Tweek’s forehead. “This should help with the temperature.” Tweek smiled at the cooling sensation. “Thank you Clyde.” Clyde smiled. “No problem. Right now, I have lip balm to put on your nose so it doesn’t get to dry and damaged. Oh and I have menthol rub to help as well.” Tweek grabbed the menthol rub and put it on his chest. Clyde then grabbed a tissue and wiped the excess of his hands. Tweek looked confused. “What did you do that for Clyde?” Clyde smiled uncomfortably. “Last time I put some on I forgot to remove the excess from my hands and then I went to the toilet… Let’s just say this menthol stuff can hurt delicate areas if you forget it’s on your hands.” Tweek’s eyes widened “AHHH Are you okay!?” Clyde laughed. “I’m fine, it was just a bit of a shock.” Tweek then laughed. “You can be such an idiot sometimes.” Clyde then covered his chest and put on a silly voice. “Oh Tweek, how could you be so cruel to your personal nurse.”

Clyde then reacted into his bag and pulled out a bag of chips. “I guess I’ll just have to eat these by myself.” Tweek then panicked a little. “I’m sorry. Please Nugh don’t be mean to me.” Clyde grinned. “Okay, you get a bag when you’ve eaten all of Token’s soup. Salty chips are good for when you’re ill after all.” They then heard Token and Jimmy come up the stairs. “Speak of the devil.”

Meanwhile, whilst Clyde was helping Tweek, Token was looking through Tweek’s cabinets for ingredients for soup. Luckily for him Jimmy found potatoes, leeks and onions. “W-w-wow, Tweek’s p-parents really don’t h-h-have many cooking supplies.” Token sighed. “They give him far too much coffee that he doesn’t eat much, so they don’t stock up on food much.” Token found a chopping board and started cutting the vegetables. “Jimmy if you could get broth ready and heat up the water while I chop these up?” Jimmy smiled widely. “S-s-sure thing.”

Token was a wiz a preparing food so in no time at all, all the vegetables were in the broth and Token was adding a little cream to make it tasty. He then started to blend all the ingredients with a handheld blender. In no time at all the food was ready. “W-w-wow Token. How d-did you get so good at t-that?” Token smiled. “I cook at home all the time, and Nicole often needs a hand in baking sometimes so picked up a few skills. Right let’s take this up to Tweek.” Him and Jimmy then started heading up the stairs.

At the same time as Token and Jimmy were making the soup, Craig and Bebe were running out the door and running to the pharmacy. Craig turned to Bebe. “You got the money right?” Bebe lifted her hand up. “Yep, let’s get the supplies and hurry back.” “Good call.” The two turned the corner and saw the pharmacy. Bebe turned to Craig. “I get the tissues with extra balm and more cough candies, you get the medicine.” Craig nodded at her. The minute they were in the door they split up and grabbed what they needed.

In the space of a couple of minutes both of them were out of the pharmacy and running back towards Tweek’s house. Craig turned to Bebe. “What flavour cough candies you get.” “Coffee, don’t worry they don’t have caffeine, I just know he’d like the flavour.” Craig nodded. They managed to get back to Tweek’s in a few minutes. When they opened the door Token and Jimmy were at the top of the stairs, the soup was already done.

Clyde opened the door and Jimmy and Token entered the room. They all heard running up the stairs and quickly stood out of the way as Craig and Bebe entered the room, tripping over the carpet as they did, resulting in them both face planting into the floor. They both lifted up the supplies they had. Craig spoke, his voice muffled by the carpet. “We got the supplies to help you honey.” Tweek couldn’t hold it in any more. “BWHAHAHAHA!!! God you guys didn’t have to half kill yourself for me, it’s just a little cold. Thank you all for doing this but you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” Token then passed the soup to Clyde and picked up Craig and Bebe before saying. “Don’t worry Tweek. We wanted to do this. What’s the point in all hanging out together if one of us is missing.” Tweek then started crying. “Damn it, this cold is making me extra emotional.” Clyde grabbed the new tissues from Bebe and passed one to Tweek.

“Right everyone out, Tweek is still sick and I don’t want anyone else catching it. Call me if you need anything.” Clyde instructed. They all exited except Craig who walked over to Tweek, put his hand on Tweek’s forehead and kissed his own hand. Tweek smiled. “Craig you’ll get sick.” Craig smirked. “I kissed my own hand, I won’t catch anything. I’ll wash my hand though just to make you happy.” Clyde leaned over. “Out Tucker.” Craig flipped him off and exited the room. Clyde shut the door. “Right Tweek here’s the soup and medicine. Eat the soup and then take the medicine and try to get some sleep.” Tweek took a sip of the soup, the taste was creamy and the vegetables complemented each other. It warmed him to the core. “Wow this is really good! Token is brilliant at cooking!” He then took the medicine and started to settle down. Clyde smiled at him, took the empty soup pot and headed downstairs back to the others.

“How’s he doing?” Craig asked. Clyde gave him a thumbs up. “Out like a light. He should be okay now, if he rests like this for the next couple of days he should be back to normal in no time.” Token smiled. “I didn’t know you were so skilled at looking after sick people Clyde, how’d you get so good?” Clyde smiled sadly. “I have to look after my dad when he’s sick as I’m the only one around for him now. I’ve picked up a few skills from that. But hey, I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Right who wants to help with the washing up?” Token took the pot off him. “You are not doing that, every time you try you overfill the sink with soup suds, leave it to me.” Clyde laughed. “The bubbles are really fun though.” Jimmy then realised Craig was missing. “W-where did Craig go?” Bebe informed him. “He went upstairs to check on Tweek.” Clyde’s eye’s widened and he darted round. “That idiot is going to get sick.”

Clyde ran back up the stairs and carefully opened Tweeks door. Craig was hunched over the bottom of Tweek’s bed asleep. He was wearing his gloves and was holding Tweek’s hand. Clyde smiled and carefully shut the door. “Craig really does love him. I’ll let this one go…. but if he’s sick next I’m not taking care of him.” Clyde sighed to himself and slowly walked back down to join the others.

(I hope you guys liked this fic. I had a lot of fun typing it but typing on my phone took forever! I really tried to use American slang in this one as sometimes my fics come across as a bit British. As usual please let me know about spelling mistakes.)

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