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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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HASO, “Letting Go.”

Wrote this today, hope you like it, and hope you all have a great day :)

“We have to take him to a hospital.”

His hearing echoed, his ears rang, and his body felt cold and numb. He hurt all over.

“No! That's the last thing he needs right now.”

“Not to be rude but, are you stupid! The last tie i checked, I am the only one here with a Doctorate in actual doctoring.

The world swirled slowly to the left and then to the right.

“Last time I checked I’ve been in his shoes before. You have any idea what they are going to do, they are going to assume he jumped off that bridge on purpose. They are going to strap him down, which is going to make things worse, they are going to bring in psych, who are then going to determine that he should be locked down. That is the last thing this man needs right now, and believe me I have been in his shoes.” he faded out and then back in again.

“Than what do you suggest.”

“You’re a doctor aren’t you, so as long as we have you, he is going to be fine. Let's just get him back to my hotel, but I am telling you the last thing he needs is a noisy smelly hospital room.”

“And how are we going to get him back?”

He faded back in and back out again, “I can carry him.”

“He weights over two hundred pounds.” “Than I will take lots of breaks.”

He faded out again, this time for a long while, waking up only briefly an unknown time later. He was lying, uncomfortably over someone else’s shoulder and staring at the ground as it passed by below him. Little streaks of light dotted his vision from the pain, and he felt back unconscious before he could really understand what was going on.

***

Kier Lindsay stared down at the young man, watching as the strange little alien creature got to work. He had once heard that multitasking was pretty much impossible for humans as the brain was too interconnected to allow for it, but his creature didn’t seem to have any problems. All four of its arms seemed to work independently of each other as it stitched the unconscious man back into one piece. Looking him over the doctor had determined that he had managed to fracture his good leg and some of the bones in his right arm and side, but otherwise he was less injured than they had hoped.

Then again this was without considering the psychological duress he might be under at the moment.

He grimaced thinking about it.

He had been there before, he had been there and he had hurt a lot of people in the process.

He continued to watch as the alien stitched the other man up with great precision…

Man?

Honestly he wasn’t much more than a kid, his face was still smooth, unscared by time . Not a hint of white showed in his blond hair, and as he slept, the lines of his face were soft enough that Kier couldn’t shake the feeling that he WAS nothing more than a child.

A child who had had responsibility placed on him far to soon.

To be only in you late twenties and have command of an entire galactic armada.

That was too much to ask for anyone, much less someone like him. Kier couldn’t shake the thoughts as he stared down thinking about how despite technically being an adult for a long enough time, he doubted this man had ever been given a chance to grow up, at least not in the right ways. Turned to the academy at age fourteen, he had been doing adult jobs for longer than most people. He had been thrown into an environment where intelligence and performance mattered but social opportunities were sort of lacking, and then to be thrown right onto the enterprise and into war before trying to recover and immediately turning back to the one group of people that had failed him so badly…..

Adam vir was just a kid, an overly optimistic too trusting kid who had been taken advantage of by the system time and time again. He was like a golden retriever hurt by his master but still loyal enough to come crawling back.

It almost made him sick to watch, but he knew just by looking at him that he would never consider leaving.

Even if it were for his health.

Kier sighed and sat down by the bed staring at the boy with his chin cupped in one hand.

He had a son about Adam Vir’s age, a boy that was just beginning to pull his life together into some semblance of controlled. It had taken him a lot of mistakes and a lot of experience to figure out who he was, and he ached for the realisation that this man probably never got that.

He knew the feeling all too well.

He shook himself a little, dad mode was something you couldn’t really just turn off, at least not in his case. If there were people younger than him, he felt the automatic obligation to adopt them whether they wanted it or not.

Young people deserved guidance from someone who was older and the more people to do it the better. Lindsay hadn’t seen any of Adam’s family members at the trial, which didn’t necessarily mean anything, but he also got the impression that maybe the had avoided telling them on purpose, which was another red flag he was going to have to discuss with the boy woke up.

If he woke up.

***

He woke up some time later, though he couldn’t have guessed what time. The room was dark aside from the blue light of the TV. A little bit of natural light filtered in from the window, but rain clouds dotted blanketed the sky above. Rain pattered against the window in sheets obscuring the city landscape.

He groaned and tilted his head to the side.

A soft whimper, and something warm and wet ran over the back of his hand.

He tilted his head to the side.

The room was small, only big enough for a queen sized bed, a tv and a small desk. There was adoor to a small bathroom right next to a door that likely lead out into the hallway. The hotel room was small, but clean.

And it wasn’t his.

He turned his head a little further, gritting his teeth against the pain as his bleary eyes fell on the silhouette of a man sitting at the end of the bed. He was slightly hunched forward one hand resting on his knee as he flipped through the channels.

“Adam, can you hear me.’

He turned his head a little further to the right, to where Kril was standing beside him, a look of concern on his face.

The silhouette turned to face him, no more than a balck blob against the light. It was impossible to make out his face.

“Where am I? He croaked

The man stood and stepped forward, stepping out of the way of the TV and allowing some light to fall on the side of his face, “My hotel room, sorry about how cramped it is, but until yesterday I was kind of short on cash.”

Adam blinked, the cogs in his brain grinding to a slow start as he stared at the man’s face, which was familiar but he just couldn’t…

“Cigarette.”

It was the first word his brain could think of to describe the man when he finally recognised him, and in his goggy state it was the only thing he could think of, “Where do you even buy those these days.”

“Lets just say if I could quit my smoking habit than maybe I wouldn’t be so short of cash…. Anyway, how are you feeling.”

“Like shit…. What…. What happened.”

The other man sighed and pulled up the chair from the desk, sitting next to him, “You must have had a pretty bad PTSD attack. Looks like you jumped off an overpass and then rad headfirst into a brick wall.”

He grunted, “that explains a lot I guess….” he paused, “I thought…. I thought I was doing fine. I felt…. Fine and now…” A hand rested on his shoulder, “I know, I understand.”

Adam blinked, squinting at him slightly in the darkness, “Who are you/”

“The name is Kier but most of my friends call me Lindsay. I don’t know why, guess our days in the army just sort of rubbed off on us, now we only refer to people by their last names really.”

“What were you doing at the trial.”

The man smiled a little sadly, “Watching some assholes git their comeuppance, oh, and being awarded about five million dollars compensation.”

It took Adam even longer to digest that, “You….. you’re Steel eye-” The last two words came out as a squeak.”

Lindsay turned on the light by the bed, bathing them both in a warm yellow glow. Now that Adam could get a good look at him, he saw an older man probably in his late forties or early fifties. His hair was steel grey but well groomed, and he had the body of a man half his age. He wore only a tattered flannel rolled up to the sleeves and a white T-shirt. The back and sides of his arms were dotted with familiar circular scars all with a silver sort of sheen.

And, surprisingly, little silver dots….

Iron eye implants.

He turned his head to stare up at him, “You…. you are one of the five.”

“Yep, we never met during the war but I’ve been watching your career on the news for some time now. Some real impressive stuff kid.” he smiled, smiled and easy smile of someone who actually meant it.

Adam felt a sudden pang of guilt and shame.

For a moment he couldn’t figure out what it had stemmed from, until he realised. This man seemed fine, and here he was a complete wreck.

“How are you….. Ok after all that?” he wondered almost bitterly.

Lindsay shook his head, “Don’t start with that. I've jumped from one war to another my entire life. I have more experience than you.”

Adam went quiet, “So you were fine…. After steel eye.”

The man snorted, “No… no no, not even close.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.”

The man shrugged, “Lost both my legs in the war, one above the knee and one below. When I got home my family didn’t have enough money to get me good prosthetics, so I was pretty much wheelchair bound for a year or so.” he sighed, “I came back a shell of a man to a family who really needed a father. It was so bad for a time, everyday I thought about just…. Not being there anymore. I didn’t talk to my wife, I didn’t talk to my kids, and when I did speak I was angry all the time or apathetic.” His shoulders slumped, “For a time, I didn’t have much of a relationship with my middle daughter or my oldest son. I had drug withdrawals so bad I even wheeled myself halfway across town to try and find something…. Heroin maybe, anything that might take the edge off,” He snorted sadly, “I see it as a blessing now that no one would sell to me. I went over the edge drinking, and chain smoking and trying to bum pills off of any doctor I could find. Luckily with regulations on pills these days, I wasn’t given any.”

Adam felt his mouth go dry, “That bad.”

He nodded, “Woke up screaming most nights because of the dreams. For a while my kids moved out of the house because my wife was scared for thor safety.” He held up a hand, “Even during that time I would never have hit them intentionally, but my dreams were getting so bad that I would wake up flailing, and I would jump at the smallest sound. Anything could set me off.”

He sighed sadly, “But my wife bless her soul, is the strongest woman I know.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a photograph showing it to Adam with a look of pride so profound it made even Adam’s heart ache.

What he saw was a nice family. Two younger kids, a teenage boy, and a woman.

She had short black hair spiked up and dark lipstick on, and the look on her face was indicative of someone full of mischievous humor.

“My angel. She stayed by me even though she should have left. I tried to get her to leave, even made my behavior worse at one point to drive her off. She SHOULD have left me, but she didn’t. I had the mot amazing support system. She held me from falling any further into it, and my little girl, my little girl Bethany, that little girl pulled me out by my hair and dragged me back to reality. She was too young to realise how horrible I was being, and she just thought I was sick. No matter how much my wife tried to keep hr away from me, she always came to see me somehow, with ‘medicine’.”

He smiled, “Generally it was just a tube of baby M&Ms. I refused at first, but she insisted, and the one day I decided to take them just to quiet her down, she told me that I would be all better.”

He waited with pent up breath.

“That night, I slept without nightmares…. The placebo effect is a hell of a thing if a child can convince a grown ass man that M&Ms ar medicine. I woke up and my head had never been so clear in my entire life. I saw what I was doing to them, and to my little girl and to my other kids…. I have never cried that hard in my entire life, but it was just what I needed. Some emotion to break the cycle of anger and apathy. It wasn’t an easy road from there, but I finally got smart and started listening to my wife. Somehow managed to get my kids to forgive me, and from there we worked as a team to get me back on my feet.” he patted the cigarette in his pocket, “This is what remains from those days…. Can’t seem to quit, but working on it.”

Adam was quiet for some time,

“It was that hard on your family.”

“It was. I am glad they stayed but at the same time I wish they hadn’t been so hurt by me.

He sighed and leaned his head back, “I don’t think that is possible for me.”

A hand turned to rest down on his shoulder, “I know it sounds hard right now but…. I have a theory if you want to hear it.”

He sighed, “Shoot, it's not like I have any other bright ideas.”

“What are you?”

“What do you mean.”

“I mean when all the trappings are stripped away from you, your job and your title…. What makes you…. You.”

He paused for a moment, opened his mouth and then closed it, “I…. Im a….I….” The other man waited, his eyes sad.

The only things Adam could think of were related to his job.

When he was silent for some minutes, the man patted his arm, “All these years of service and you've never taken time to construct a framework for yourself that can survive outside of your job. If you keep defining yourself by what you do and how well you preform than you aren’t going to last. You constantly do everything for everyone else, but why not think about doing something for yourself for once, be completely selfish. Don’t go on vacation because, I bet this will calm me down and make me a better leader when I return, go on vacation because you bloody well want to job be damned.”

Adam opened his mouth to protest, but the man silenced him.

“Even if you love your job, you need breaks from it. You need to set the line to where your job ends and you begin, otherwise you won’t have a personality left when you are done. Take some time to fix YOU before lending yourself to everyone else.”

He rested his head back, “That sounds….. Difficult.”

The man patted him on the arm, “You’ve proven you can do hard things, now is just the time to do another hard thing.”

Adam nodded but inside his head he was beginning to feel a little hopeless. He knew that Lindsay was right. He knew that he was messed up, and everything he had done up to this point was just going to be a bandage.

And until he was fixed.

He was going to have to give up a few things.

He hated the idea of hurting people like Lindsay had described, so…. So that meant doing something that he wasn’t going to like.

“Do you…. Do you mind if I…. speak with you…. On occasion.”

The man smiled, “I already put my number in your phone if you need me. I work law enforcement now so I might be busy, but if you need my help Ill do my best.”

***

He didn’t want the court’s blood money. He would have tossed it away if he could, but he knew that was just his confused mind talking. Money was money, so he mostly gave it away. Gave it away to his parents for their retirement, and to his brothers and sisters for their kids college funds. He gave some to his brother to get him a better house in a new area, but he kept some for himself. It would have been irresponsible not to buy himself a house, to get himself a place away from his job and the ship.

He didn’t know where to buy it at first thinking that earth was too mundane but anything further out was too far removed. So, he bought a little private property on the moon. It cost a shit ton of money but, he had that in spades now. He only told his family about it.

They weren’t exactly happy with them when he finally told them where he had been. They had wanted to be there to support him, but he couldn’t find t in himself to feel bad that they hadn’t see the pictures and the videos he had been forced to see. He apologized and promised he would do better in the future.

He felt disconnected from himself.

Out of touch.

The crew of the Omen was just as angry with him, perhaps even more so than his family.. The intervening days that led him back to his ship feeling detached was like…. Some sort of horrible dream. He felt like he was slipping backward down a slippery slope and watching the light fade away from him.

He was scrambling on the rocks but couldn’t find purchase.

Perhaps it was the idea of what he had to do next that hurt him so much. Hurt him so much that he didn’t want to think about it, but he knew he had to. He didn’t want to but he knew he had to. It was the only way he was going to be able to feel ok about himself, about fixing himself.

Maybe things would change when he finally came back.

Maybe when he recovered, he could change what he was about to do.

And maybe he was about to ruin it forever.

He walked down the hallway of the engineering corridor despondent, like he was watching himself in third person.

He reached out a hand that didn’t feel like his and knocked on the wall of the ship.

A familiar face turned to look at him from her workspace in the dark. Sunny stood and paused to look at him, “Adam, are you alright.”

“Sunny…. We…. need to talk.”

She paused eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Are you ok.” she repeated.

He walked in taking a seat on her work bench and staring down at his hands.

“Is this about, the trial….. I mean yes I am a little mad that you didn’t tell me. Is it because I’m a Drev, is it because it would have looked bad. I know I don’t understand human politics, but maybe….”

He held up a hand, and she grew quiet.

He sat for a long moment fighting himself on the inside,and then forcing himself to look up at her. He could feel hot tears prickling at the back of his eyes though, for some reason he couldn’t get them to fall.

She deserved that he at least LOOK at her.

He felt sick.

He just wanted to throw up.

This…. This was the hardest thing he had ever done.

“Sunny…. I… while I was away, at the trial.”

She stared at him slow horror and confusion passing across her face.

“Well, I learned some things about myself. Number one being that, I….. I never recovered from what happened to me. From Steel eye and the war. Ive been bandaging it up for the past few years assuming that I can fix it, but at this point…. I wonder if I ever will.” He took a deep breath and locked eyes with her, “I’m broken, and until I can fix myself…. I think its best if-”

“No, no no no that's not how this works.”

He continued speaking, “I think it's best if we take a break.”

“NO!”

“Sunny I love you but I. I am not Capable of being what you need or deserve.” he stood reaching a hand forward, “I can’t subject you to myself like that.”

She jerked away from his hand, “that should be MY decision it would be OUR decision.”

“Sunny please…. I am so sorry.”

“On my planet, battle pairs fight WITH each other no matter how hard the battle is.”

His voice shook timorous and fading fast, “And on my planet, sometimes loving someone means letting them go.”

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fluffy-lee-boa · 3 years

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Arkham’s Sweetheart and the Grumpy Riddle Bug

a batman rogue ticklefic uwu

A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.

anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!

It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.

Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.

Well, all but one person.

Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.

Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?

(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)

“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.

Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.

Hmph. This was worse than she thought!

“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.

He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.

Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.

He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”

Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.

“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”

From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.

Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”

Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”

She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.

“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.

Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”

“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.

“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.

Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”

He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.

These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.

If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.

She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”

“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.

After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..

“ISLEY!”

The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”

Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.

“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.

Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.

His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.

“C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.

“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.

“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.

Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”

Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”

“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.

Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.

Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.

There’s the Edward they knew and loved!

Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”

Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.

Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.

#lee!riddler #ler!harley #ler!ivy #batman tickles #tickle fic #dc tickles

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lackingspace · 4 years

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Tender Sugar (Bo Sinclair)

Rated: EXPLICIT

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Not reader, Name used, Suggestive language and themes, explicit dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, spanking, fingering, uhh kinda like pseudo-exhibition kink, squirting, hmm Im sure theres something else I forgot

Author Note: Ok, this is a super special piece for @yourlocalslasher. It was her B-day yesterday and well, she loves Bo just as much as me, so I HAD to write her something. So again, NOT A READER- used a name, but its not heavy-handed. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

You’d finished breakfast and went to Bo’s truck without a second thought. Hadn’t seemed like there was anything else to discuss after giving Vincent a reminder to bring some snacks with him to the basement, but the look on Bo’s face screamed that something must have happened after you'd left the room.

"Everything okay there?" He didn’t even grace you with a look before he said, "Right as rain, Sugar" his grip on the steering wheel said different- just little too tight, too much force when shifting gears, "Right as rain." He was such a liar.

But you let it go. Nothing good ever came from pushin Bo when Bo didn’t offer up an argument. Usually boded better if you let him come to whatever conclusion he wanted first and then wait for him to initiate. So you had no intention of straying away from your tried and true method. Just had to wait it out.

And it paid off. Fuck, had it paid off.

You’d decided to spend the day with Bo at the station on a whim, not like you had much else to do today- besides it’d been quiet for a while now. Bo’d made the offer to teach you about engines earlier that week. Learning was always good and it occupied your time, so why not? Can’t say you had a huge interest in mechanics, but maybe it’d come in handy one day, who knew. You’d always heard learning how to change a flat was important, but no one had ever offered, so you’d never learned. Maybe now you had that chance.

But you didn’t want to make the ask if your boyfriend’s mood was veiled in annoyance. You’d give him space to cool off, but you didn’t really need to worry. When he pulled up outside the station and got out you watched him move towards the back of the truck before turning to open your door. Having to fight with the latch for any small amount of give, after a minute you were finally free.

Once you had the door open and looked up Bo was standing there with a raised brow, “Havin some trouble there, Sugar?” You gave him a flat look, “I’m tellin you this side needs some WD-40, it sticks.” He leaned in and gripped your waist to lift you out of the truck while rolling his eyes, “Sticks my ass, opens just fine for me.”

You huffed as your feet hit the ground, “Yeah, says the man with muscles. I don’t have that advantage you brute.” He looked down at you with a smirk, “Well, it’s a good thing these muscles will be around a long while to help my little princess out.” The slight flush it caused was instantaneous and you felt it in your face and in your chest. He was definitely annoyed before, but now he was being sweet? Something was definitely up, so you ignored his comment in favor of turning around to head into the shop.

Before you could take more than a step away, his hand was snaking down an arm to grip around your wrist. Tugging you back only to spin you around before he boxed you in against the door, "Now, where do you think you’re scurrying off to so quick, sugar?" He gripped your chin surprisingly gently, something that was rare for him, and tilted it up so you locked eyes, “It ain’t right to ignore a man when he’s declaring his devotion. Mighty rude to just walk away don’t you think?" You would have answered, you had some words to say that a man shouldn’t tease so early this side of the sun, but the hand that had been resting on your hip had slithered around to fondle your backside.

Of course Bo would use this to get his hands on you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them on you, it was just that he’d done it so unexpected and you were still wary of the attitude change. It wasn’t that you were afraid, far from it- just had you on edge because it meant he had something planned and shocking you was a favorite past time of his. Hopefully this shock was a good one.

"That silence ain’t helpin any, Luce." His grip on your ass turned rougher which finally knocked you back to reality, "Bo! It’s barely 10 in the mornin and you’re already copin a feel?!" His hand only got more aggressive in his fondling, "You really complainin ‘bout that?” Ok, he had you there, unable to really deny it you flushed further and narrowed your eyes at him, “can’t help that this ass was made for the palm of my hand," he gave you a slight smack, nothing too hard, but had heat flash through you and settle between your legs, “Love the way it bounces when you take a spankin…or my cock” That had you groaning and looking away, couldn’t take the eye contact when he talked like that.

Only that provided him the opportunity he needed to lean down and nuzzle your throat. A few kisses were placed here and there which had your pulse pick up and the heat between your legs worsen. He nipped at your ear before whispering, "Besides, I reckon it deserves a good spanking today. Turn it a cute red to match that blushin face.” The thrill that shot down your spine had your senses buzzing. Your nipples starting to pebble between his words and his mouthing at your throat, "w-what?"

He was too busy making sure love bites would be visible on your throat for the next few days to answer. Groaning from the treatment you tried again, "Bo, what?" Again, silence as his mouth littered kisses and hickies along your pulse, "Why do you wanna give me spankings today, Daddy? What’d I do?" Now that got a response. Bo loved when you played the daddy card. You wanted something and he was being unresponsive? 9 times out of 10 if you dropped that name on him he’d hear you out- if nothing else it always sent his arousal from 0 to 100 and horny Bo was easier to get to talk than angry Bo. It was especially effective if you whined and begged for him.

He pulled back to answer your confusion, "See, sugar, learned something interesting from Vinny just before we left." His hands were back to kneading from your hips down to your ass, "Oh? What was that?" He tilted his head and you could see the mischievousness in his eyes- a certain twinkle, decidedly not angry, thank god for that, “Seems someone told my brother it was their birthday and never mentioned it to Daddy.” Oh fuck, you’d completely forgotten! You’d meant to tell him last week when you heard the date on the radio down in the basement with Vincent. You were helping him clean up down there while he was going about his business and the radio announcer had shouted the date, you’d perked up and told Vincent, but by supper time rolling around you’d completely forgotten. It wasn’t like you stared down the date here. Sometimes you actually forgot what month it was let alone the week or day.

Shit, maybe you wanted angry Bo because that look he’d given you spoke of edging and you weren’t sure if you could take it this early in the day. Panicked you tried to hastily explain, “Bo, I completely forgot! I meant to tell you last week, but it slipped my mind!” You were going to add more on, more explanation, more begging for him not to be too harsh on you, to not edge you within an inch of your life, but he was already tugging you along to the back of his truck while cutting you off, “You don’t gotta explain there, birthday girl. I get it you’re just more fond of my brother than your boyfriend. I see how it is.”

The tailgate was already down, when had he done that? Must have been when you were struggling with the damn door. You tried to respond as quick as you could, “Bo! That’s not true! You know you’re my number one. You’re the one I wanna curl up with at night.” He gave you a hum as if he was contemplating it while rubbing a hand soothingly down your arm, but what he said had your insides clenching and your nerves shoot up, “Take those pants off for me.”

Your throat went dry as you registered what he wanted- and your nipples were achingly hard scratching against your bra, “W-what?” He smacked your ass again, this time harder than before, “Did I stutter, Sugar? You heard me.” You had...But here? It was so open...what if Vincent or Lester were wondering around town...or worse if some tourists were lured in, “B-but Bo, its...we’re in public…” That earned you another swat, “I don’t rightly care, pants off now, Lucie. Before Daddy changes his mind and you won’t like it.”

You couldn’t lie, the demand and idea had you hot enough that you could feel how wet you were. Not drenched, but definitely on the way there, hopefully he’d take care of it soon and wouldn’t make you beg too much. Ever so slowly you reached down to unbutton your pants and drag them down your legs. As you were doing that he’d maneuvered to hop up on the tailgate and sit at the edge to watch you strip, “Panties too, Lucie.” A fresh wave of heat pulsed through you at the way he said your name and the fact you’d be in the middle of town with your wet pussy out on display.

You went to grab your shirt to lift because why wouldn’t he want that too? But he stopped you, “Nah, keep that on for me. Like the way your tits look in it.” With a red face, you put your hands behind your back waiting for what he wanted you to do next. After a few moments of him raking his eyes up and down- tilting his head when he looked to your wet center before he smirked and said, “Get your sweet little ass up here, Sugar. Lay across daddy’s lap.” With a gulp, you climbed up and settled over his lap. Thank god he’d had you keep your shirt on because your breast would have ached against the cold metal- your knees certainly were.

You felt him smooth a hand down your ass, gripping a cheek and then the other before sliding down to your dripping core, “Already so wet for me, Lucie, and I’ve barely done anything.” He speared a finger down through your wet folds, “So needy for Daddy even here out in public, where anyone could see.” You groaned into your arms and tried to squeeze your thighs together for friction, but he wasn’t having it. With a slap to one of your cheeks he said, “uh ah, Daddy didn’t give you permission for that.”

Eyes shutting at the delicious sting that slap had sent through you before you let out a deep breath as he soothed the area, “You’re such a little whore for me, Lucie. Look at you,” He gave another spank a little harder than before and soothed the area as you groaned, “Ass and pussy out, drippin down your thighs. Anyone could look out a window or walk by and you’d still push that ass up in the air for me, huh? Needy slut like you don’t care who sees, do ya?” Oh, he wanted to play up the public angle like there were really people in town watching. Fuck, that did something to your brain- sent tingles down your spine and a fire through your veins.

Pushing your ass back into his hand just like he’d said, you whined, “You’re right, always want you to play with me. Don’t matter where.” You felt his cock twitch against your stomach as he chuckled, “There’s my cute little cockslut...bein all nasty desperate for it when that good Christian lady could be lookin out her window across the street.” He tapped your cheek as he said, “Would give her a heart attack seen this tight little ass taking a good spanking before breakfast.” A finger trailed back between your pussy lips, “Might even let em watch how good this pussy can swallow up my cock too.” You groaned because god damn was this man lethal, but all these light touches and love taps were driving you insane.

You needed him making your ass red or fucking that hard-on you could feel deep into your wet cunt in the next five minutes or you might just spontaneously combust, “Bo...Daddy, please, please! I need something- Spank me, finger me, fuck me...Whichever I just need it! Please! I’m so achy and empty...” You heard his smug laugh, “Beggin already princess? But damn it sounds so pretty out those lips of yours.” You made another whine when all he did was roughly grip the flesh of your ass, but nothing else, “How old ya turning, Sugar?” So you mumbled out your age and he tapped your ass, “Think we’ll add on a few more after that for good luck. I won’t make ya count them, birthday girl privileges and all that. Just enjoy it, babe.”

And goddamn did you enjoy it. The sound of his palm meeting your flesh rang out in the area, Vinny or Lester would definitely hear if they were around town- no way they couldn’t hear. The sting of his slaps were delicious and he rained them down all over. Some a little higher, some lower, even on the backs of your thighs. You could feel how hot your flesh was from the treatment and all you could manage was to sob out in pleasure as you begged him for more. “That’s it, Lucie, takin it like a good little whore for me.”

Another rough smack low near your thighs had please rolling off your tongue, “Look at that fucking jiggle, all nice and red for me too. You gonna feel this for a good week.” with a few more quick and heavy-handed slaps he finally cooed at you while soothing the area, but all it did was make you needier with how sensitive you were, “Thinkin you deserve a little treat after takin it like such a good girl for me.” he cupped your sex as you cried and squirmed in his lap, “want my fingers or my cock in this drippin little hole?” you felt your clit pulse at his offer and before you could answer he was already shoving two fingers in, “I don’t even need to ask do I? You’re always thirsty for this cock.”

You didn’t care that you looked like a mess, that you definitely had drool down your chin, and you definitely didn’t care to try and deny what he was saying because he was right. You were always thirsty for it and good on him for realizing you were crazy for his bastard self. So you just made a half attempt of nodding while tucking your knees under you to raise up slightly for more leverage to push back against the hand that was fucking into you, “That’s it, baby. Fuck this little cunt on my fingers. So wet and desperate for it.”

His other hand reached under you to rub at your clit, “You’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers until you cum and then I’m gonna make you squirt on my cock, right here out in the open. Got that, Sugar?” You whined but didn’t make any other acknowledgment. You felt a jerk in his fingers inside you curling at just the right area to hit against your G-spot, “I asked you a fuckin question, Lucie and I expect a damn answer. You got that?” your head shot up as he hammered against that magical spot, “Yes! Yes, Bo! Yes, daddy! I got it! Please just let me cum, please!”

Your hips were pushing back just as fast as he was hammering his finger into you and down on your clit had you cumming within the next few minutes with a scream of his name. “That’s right, baby girl tell ‘em all who just made your toes curl.” You didn’t even need to look to see the smirk that was on his face, it was plain in his voice. His hand in your pussy was still slowly moving, helping in your come down while his other hand moved to rub circles on your back. “You did so good, Lucie. But we ain’t done yet sugar.”

Your breath hitched, that’s right, he wants you to squirt on his cock outside in front of the station. That thought was already making your sensitive pussy tighten around his fingers still in you, “Oh, I felt that darlin, you need my cock that bad after cumming so soon?” at your nod he pulled his fingers out and gave your ass one last resounding spank, “Of course my nasty girl does, wouldn’t be a cockslut otherwise.”

At that he picked you up like it was nothing as he stood before turning and placing your back to the tailgate. Looking up at him he was giving you such a devious smirk that it automatically had your legs spreading and your knees pulling up to your chest. His smirk only deepened, “Look at that puffy swollen cunt all ready for a pounding. Hold yourself open for me, babe. Wanna see that hole ready for my cock.” you groaned out his name but did as he asked and looped your arms around your thighs to hold yourself open for him- had the added benefit of locking your knees to your chest too.

He didn’t even undress fully just unbuttoned his jumpsuit enough to take his cock out and slap it against the top of your pussy before sliding it down to your open hole, “You look so good like this, sugar. Gonna look even better stretched out around my cock.” As he said that he’d been tracing a hand between your folded legs up your stomach along the bottom of your shirt. In a tight grip, he ripped it up and pulled your bra down, “Wanna see these tits bounce while I fuck this pussy.” you answered with a, “Mmhmm, anything you want, just put it in, please!” his hand continued up to your throat while he slid into you.

His hand clearly felt the vibrations of the deep moan you let out when he finally hilted inside you. “Feel so snug in here. Your cunts always so tight for me. Let’s see if we can stretch it a little, sugar.” and he was rapidly moving within you. He didn’t pull any punches, no starting off slow and building up, no he went full force and stayed that way. You were constantly sobbing at the feel of him, your tits were bouncing just like he’d wanted, and the hand at your throat was putting just enough pressure to add to your pleasure, “Touch that clit for me. Hammer down on it hard and don’t stop. Said you were gonna squirt and I mean it.”

He adjusted his hips and finally found that magic spot that had you crying out, “Right there! Don’t stop, right there! Just like that, please, Bo!” He cooed at your begging and kept at that spot, “Look at this cunt swallow up my cock, looks like its more desperate than you are. Such a dirty fucking girl lettin me do this to ya out here.” You were so keyed up that his words were almost background noise, you could feel the pressure building and you wanted it, needed it, craved it.

So you listened to his advice and kept your harsh pace on your clit while he kept hammering into that spot. It only took a few more moments before you were crying out a mix of his name and please and then finally a half moan half scream as you came hard against him. He’d got what he wanted, you definitely squirted and your pussy had gotten so tight that it set his orgasm off too. He pulled out of your quickly to aim up at your chest and face- most landed on your breast, but some painted against your cheek.

You were like jelly, just floating and you had no intention of moving. Vaguely you felt a hand stroking your hair and that finally brought you back to your senses. With a full-body stretch you groaned, you were an utter mess, “Happy Birthday, Lucie.” And then he laid a kiss to your forehead and you absolutely didn’t care about the cum cooling on your chest.

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“Compliments from the gentleman in the corner” said the bartender as he placed the girliest of cocktails in front of me. A martini glass with a pinkish liquid, and a bright neon pink cherry on a stem in the middle. I looked up at Matt, who faced the right direction and saw his quizzical look turn into disgust. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s that fucking leather fag again. He’s still trying to score, even after what you told him” To say I rejected him was an understatement. Luckily freedom of speech trumps hate crime laws. Matt was just about to pour out the drink on the floor, when I stopped him.

“Hey, he’s not the one who has to clean it up.” Matt held the glass still for a few moments before setting it down next to our beers. “It’s harassment, that’s what it fucking is.” “Good luck convincing someone that handing out cocktails is harassing someone. In fact...” I said, picking out the cherry, dumping it in one empty beer glass, then pouring the liquid into another “...it is now acceptable free booze.” “Well, I’m not touching it.” “You are not pretty enough to have burly men buying you drinks.” “Thank fuck for that.”

It didn’t taste that special. Sweet raspberry with too low ABV to be interesting. But easily flushed down with another beer before we split. Matt had work in the morning, the plight of manual labor, but I had all weekend off. Despite our different trajectories after we graduated, we still enjoyed each other’s company. He was a dumbass, but made friends instantly with everyone, and I made heavy use of his truck.

It was such a surprise to wake up early Saturday morning. Sure, we didn’t drink heavily, but I was normally tapping my way through snoozes in my phone’s alarm. Now I woke up earlier than that, without even setting one. I could only pretend to be annoyed though, because I felt better than in weeks. Fully rested and full of energy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I got up and got dressed. I made a mental note to be more consistent with my gym times. I looked much leaner than I recalled, but then those things hava a tendency to sneak up on you until you realize something needs to be done. Then I went to the mirror.

The pink hair is the most striking, of course, but to me the eyes are what makes the most impact. I have trouble comprehending what I see. Reflected back I see a version of myself that has been altered in far too many ways to count. It isn’t the brown-eyed, black-haired, chiseled ex-lacrosse player I was used to see, but someone with much more boyish features. My jawline is still pretty much there, but my nose is very different from what it used to be, and my eyes are greyish-blue with a sort of surprised or naive expression. What the fuck happened?

I let my fingers run through my pink tinged hair. It felt silky smooth, like I was an obsessive user of conditioner. It must be the pink cocktail. That’s the only thing out of the ordinary I could think of. What about Matt? I rushed to the phone and picked him from the phone history. It felt like an eternity as signal after signal went by.

“It’s Matt” “Thank fuck Matt, have you...” I stopped myself. I didn’t sound anything like I would usually sound like. I sounded like a teenager again. “Jeremy, is that you?” “Yeah. Is everything... normal?” “I would say so, yes. You sound really weird.” “I think I got something. Talk to you later.”

So some disgusting leather homo tries to pick me up at a bar. I turn him down. He hands me a potion or something that turns me into what exactly? What is his end game? It’s not like I would have sex with him, or any guy, just because I look like I’m in a boy band.

I’m confident I’m not just suddenly realizing I’m slimmer, but that too is due to the potion. I decide to not just chill all day as planned, but to go to the gym and see what the damage is. I figure I can wear a beanie to avoid looking like a weirdo.

Cardio is going great. I feel the positive energy from waking up pulsing through the body, and I’m going faster and for longer than I normally do on the treadmill. It’s like I woke up fully charged for the first time in months. As I move over to weights it turns sour quickly. I’m so much lower in weight than I normally do that it isn’t funny. I can barely do a few reps on what I would typically do 10-15 reps on. I drop to a lower weight, but now I’m tired instead and can barely do a few on the lower weight. I move between exercises, and it’s the same again and again. What’s worse is I’m getting an erection, perhaps from all the straining. It has never happened before. I give up on the set and head towards the locker room. I decided against taking a shower, not only because of my boner, but I realize I would have to take off my beanie. Instead I jog back home, which is feeling surprisingly good, all things considered.

Once back home go straight to the shower, rip off my gym clothes and throw them in a heap. I step into the shower and almost turn on the water before remembering to take off the beanie. I throw it on top of the pile, and let the water start running on my damp skin. Damn it feels good. It’s like everything is more sensitive today. My hard-on, that never really went away during the jog, perks up. I take plenty of soap and spend a good thirty minutes having the best wank in weeks, and end up pumping out liquid as if I was a soap dispenser myself. I’m so deep in trouble.

I’m struck by post wank clarity. All of this, even though parts of it is really fucking good, is because of that frilly drink. I must find that creep and confront him as soon as possible. Unfortunately it’s not even lunch yet, and there isn’t even a guarantee he would be at the bar tonight, or ever again. My plan of chilling and doing nothing for the day turns into anxiously doing nothing. I waste some time on unfocused gaming with terrible results. I’m not hungry, but eat a bowl of yogurt while browsing stuff I can’t remember 30 seconds later. Everything is just unbearable, so I put on my damp gym clothes again and leave for a run.

I’ve never been a big fan of running before. If this is another change forced upon me I’m actually kind of OK with it. It feels amazing to just ignore everything that is happening and just run at random. I don’t know for how long, but as I’m getting close to home again I start to sprint. I run as hard as I can, really giving it my all. It’s amazing. I’m soaked in sweat, panting deeply, and again have a throbbing erection. I don’t bother to reflect on any of it. I just pretend that everything is amazing, have an amazing shower with amazing soap and an amazing wank.

As I dry off myself my phone begins to ring. I know right away from the bathroom that it is Matt calling. Long ago I gave him the Nokia ringtone on my iPhone, which at some point was hilarious.

“Hi Matt” I shock myself with my voice. It has shifted even more since this morning, and now sounds like an obnoxious brat. “Hey, I just came off. Are you OK? You still sound different.” “I’m not really feeling like myself. It’s probably best if I stay in tonight.” “OK. I have some Netflix to catch up on. Get well. Target at ten tomorrow?” “Yeah, sure. Bye.”

I walk over to a mirror. I don’t look that different from this morning, do I? What if this wasn’t a change, but a process that has just begun? That I am slowly turning into someone else. Or something else. I look at the time on the phone. Still hours until the bar opened, so plenty of time to go crazy while thinking of this.

We had been at the bar much later yesterday, but I can’t risk missing him if he is early today, and I can’t stand sitting at home anyways. I dress simply, a white T-shirt and skinny jeans, and head over to the bar only half an hour after they opened. The bouncer takes forever to check my ID before letting me in. He is not here, but then so is no one else. Besides me and the staff there are only a handful of people. I tell the bartender that I’m looking for someone and might be here a while, order a diet coke, and grab a table by the wall from which I can see the entrance.

Three hours, two daiquiris and three diet cokes later I’m utterly bored. It’s only a quarter past eight, and so much more evening left, but I feel restless and tired at the same time. We didn’t arrive until well past nine, and the place doesn’t close until two. At what point do I give up?

Just as I’m thinking that I see him. The balding man in his forties, in black leather boots, black jeans and black leather jacket. I don’t like him. It looks so fake, the leather outfit he wears. Like he is pretending to be a gay tough guy from 1980. I quickly empty the last of my drink and start approaching him before he orders anything or grabs a seat. When his gaze catches me moving his way, his face turns smug and confident.

“Hi there, puppy. Looking for daddy” “Make it go back!” “Make what now?” “You did this to me, now undo it.” “I have no idea what you are talking about, puppy, or who you are” “You were hitting on me yesterday” “I hit on a lot of puppies, but I sure would have remembered you.” “You bought me a pink drink.” “You? YOU?! Well, I knew there was something to you. Have you changed your mind?” “What did you put in the drink?” His expression change completely. “I don’t know what you’re raving about. I never touched it. Is this a date rape accusation, because if it is you’ll have to talk to my lawyer. There is video recording in here after all.” “It’s... No, it’s not.” “If you excuse me, I think I’ve had enough of you.”

What did I expect? That he kicked his boot heels together and transformed me back? Did I really not have a better plan? If this really was his doing, he probably would have been prepared for this confrontation. Ready to take advantage of me. But he looked as surprised with my transformation as I was.

I walk back home, feeling dejected, disappointed and lost. What would I do next? Is there anything I can do? Another wank for sure, because I start to get that feeling and my skinny jeans aren’t doing me any favors. With some difficulty I do my best to get out of them as quickly as possible once inside the door. I go straight to my bed, lie down and start jacking off. I’m not even thinking about something in particular. Despite only having had two drinks I’m feeling a bit tipsy, in a good way. Like my body is glowing, and lying on my bed, wearing only a T-shirt and socks, jacking off, is the most amazing thing I could do with my life. It takes like forever until I shoot my load all over the front of my T-shirt, and once I’ve done that I continue to stroke myself until I drift off into sleep.

The Nokia ring tone coming from my front door wakes me up. I’m not tired, but somewhat confused as you are when woken in the wrong part of the sleep cycle, so I’m jumping out of bed almost involuntary. There is an uncomfortable tug as my body shifts and pulls the T-shirt glued by dried cum away from my torso. In the hallway lies a pair of skinny jeans playing the Nokia ringtone. In a pocket somewhere Matt is calling. I feel my way to the phone and answer.

“Hi Matt” My voice hasn’t changed much. I still sound like an arrogant teenager on an online game voice chat. “Hey dude. I’ll be perhaps ten minutes late. See you in half an hour.” “Yeah. No, wait!”

He has already hanged up. As I turn and look into the hallway mirror I’m stunned. The change from yesterday is even greater than from the day before. My hair has turned cotton candy pink and all my facial features have softened even more. I look at least five years younger, and my eyes have turned into proper blue. No one who knew me would recognize me anymore. I wouldn’t. My ID is worthless, and no fake ID would ever get me into a bar. What the fuck is going on. Am I shorter? I think I might actually be shorter than yesterday.

Normally on Sundays Matt and I go grocery shopping at Target in his pickup. I don’t want him to see me like this, but I need someone to help me figure out what is going on. I look at the phone again. I’ve already wasted four minutes. I need to shower and get dressed before he arrives. I rush into the bathroom, undress and get into the shower.

It’s like time stops when I turn on the water. The warm water makes my entire body tingle. My skin looks perfect and glistens wet in the bathroom light. I can’t see a single spot or blemish, though I know I had plenty. Not a single hair, though I most definitely had that before, except for the small, tight bush of cotton candy pink pubes. The sensation is so fucking incredibly amazingly sensual I start rubbing my dick. Not a proper jerk off, just small circles of my palm against my dick. I know I’ve lost even more mass since yesterday, but it looks like I’ve lost body fat too, because you can see a faint washboard. At least there is still some muscle left. As amazing as this feels, I can’t really be upset about any of the changes. Not here and now. I’m aware I’m moaning. I sound like Cindy in pol.sci. first time I fucked her.

The doorbell brings clarity. Matt is here already? I turn off the water and jump out of the shower. While I’m frantically drying myself I look for something to wear. Strewn on the floor are funky gym clothes and a cum-stiff T-shirt. I grab the beach bag from under the sink and put on my swim trunks. The bell again. I rush over to the door and open it.

At the moment I see Matt on the other side I realize it could have been someone else. What a shock that would have been for of us. Now it was just a shock for Matt.

“Holy Shit!” “Yeah. I know...”

The contrast is extra painful seeing Matt in his chill Sunday outfit. Relaxed jeans, navy sweatshirt on his wide upper body, hiding his muscles, but at the same time signaling that they are definitely there. He’s a head taller than me. We used to be the same height, the same build, the same outfit. Holy shit indeed. I stand there with ruffled pink hair, naked except for swim trunks that barely hides a raging hard-on. He looks bewildered.

“Matt, you must help me.”

He doesn’t answer, but I can see his bulge grow in his jeans. For the first time since I can’t remember how long I feel vulnerable. I’m literally exposed, one piece of clothing away from naked. He is standing in front of the closed door, the only way out. If he chooses to do something, there is nothing I can do to stop him. He is so much taller than me now, stronger, wider. I know the muscles below that sweatshirt of his. We’ve worked out together, so I’ve seen his chest both doing exercises and later naked in the shower. My arm is moving up his abs to his pecs, under the T-shirt, below his sweatshirt. He is frozen in place as I rub myself against his groin.

“Dude, are you alright?” Matt asks me, and I realize what I’m doing. I take a step back. “I can’t help it. Ever since that fucking pink cocktail I’ve been...” I don’t know what to say. What isn’t obvious about my situation is unexplainable. I see Matt struggle with something, before blurting out. “Would you mind continue what you were doing?”

Tentatively I stick my hand under his shirt again and rub against his body. “But... Do you mind doing it?” he asks. I don’t, I realize. But do I mind that I don’t mind? This must be part of the transformation that is happening. But Matt isn’t any random person. “Not with you, I don’t.” “Thank fuck for that.” He says and looks relieved. “Why?” “I... Sooo last Friday I might have put something in your beer that might have something to do with this...” “YOU FUCKING WHAT?” I don’t know what shocks me most, Matt’s betrayal or that he was able to pull off something like this at all. “It sounded like a good prank. A few drops and you would act all... different.” “Why the fuck would you want that?” His eyes starts tearing up and his voice is almost a whisper. “Because I like you. A lot.”

I’m still standing with my hand against his chest and have no clue what to do next. Fucking dumbass Matt admitted to ruin my life, outed himself as gay and professed his love for me in like 5 seconds. At least I think that’s what just happened. I slowly shift into a hug, and he hugs me back. I’m angry, I feel pity, but most of all I’m still horny. Damn all this.

Suddenly Matt breaks free. “I’ll drink it too!” “What? No! Look at me.” “It’s only fair.”

I’m quickly weighing my options, and come to a decision.

“No. You did this, so I decide what is fair. You do whatever I tell you to do. You show up when I tell you to. And we’ll have sex in whatever way I tell you to.” “Wah... We’ll...” “You heard me. I’ve been so fucking horny all weekend from those ‘few drops’ I don’t care what I fuck anymore. I want you naked in my bed within 30 seconds” “It was more of a dash than drops.” “25 seconds”

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tuscanwalker · 3 years

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September 4, 2021 - Call of the Loreley

17.5 km, 680 (~2,250 ft) CUS (Cumulative Uphill Sections)

Breakfast started at 8 this morning and I was on the road by 8:20 trying to minimize the heat exposure. There were 9 others at breakfast in hiking gear but I have no idea if they planned to go the same direction. The charming man running the hotel-restaurant where I stayed was up serving until 10 last night and then cheerfully greeted us with food in the morning. We were encouraged to pack whatever we wanted for lunch (breads, meats, cheeses, fruits) and he even provided a small bag for takeaway.

I was a bit concerned about the trail today. Same as yesterday, I climbed 250 m (another 50 story building behind me) in the first 45 minutes, which gave me a great view back to Pfalzgrafenstein Castle. Next, the walking notes warned that “those subject to vertigo will not thank us”. As most of you know, I have terrible vertigo along with a very healthy respect for heights. Ask Lu-Anne what I was like in the Atlas Mountains in Morroco and she likely to use phases such as “whimpering like a baby”. Add to that the impaired balance I have suffered since losing the hearing in one ear, and this had disaster written all over it.

When I got to the traverse, it was basically a cliff up on my right, a cliff down about 500 ft to the river on my left and a side sloped path a couple of feet wide. I told myself that I must not lose my focus or become distracted and all would be fine. As most of you know, focus is my strong suit, right up until a random air molecule floats by and I drop whatever I am doing to pursue it. Despite this, it all worked out fine and I made it the half km or so to the other side without incident. Had it been raining I would have turned around and taken the train.

The next section to yet another lovely viewpoint (#875 so far), was apparently even worse. It was “a steep, narrow path” with “cable handholds” on the cliff-face to keep you from falling to your doom. The notes also warned to watch for “iron pitons sticking up where the steps have broken” away. They also suggested it might be easier to back down the trail at this point. I will never know how bad it was, as I chose to cut across the loop and avoid the issue. I like to think I was not really scared but only concerned that the Loriley’s siren call would lure me to my doom. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Besides, I had already had seen Oberwessel from three viewpoints, and one more just seemed like too much of a good thing.

While the high was 25C, it wasn’t too bad as most of the day I was in a wildlife preserve and sheltered by trees. Interestingly, on both edges of the preserve were large numbers of rather elaborate deer stands. I understand the deer and wild boar come out into the fields at dusk to eat the crops. I am sure the farmers just yell and wave flags to scare them off….right?

At midday I walked down the side of a deep gorge, crossed a small metal bridge and went up the other side. Here, I stopped at a nice bench for my picnic and saw my first walker, who was going the opposite direction. I say walker, but it was actually a runner who (simply to piss me off I’m sure), looked fresher than I did when I left breakfast. Soon oncoming walkers were common and I encountered around a hundred over the course of the afternoon (including a group leading donkeys?) Surprisingly, I was never overtaken. Surprisingly because, as my wife will tell you, I have a tendency to stroll or even meander rather than hike. By comparison most German walkers (as confirmed by this and other past walks), tend to march rapidly with purpose.

After several more viewpoints and another lovely up and down to another lovely bridge over another lovely creek I happened upon that most precious of wilderness artifacts, a beer garden (the Rheinsteig Rast) in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Of course, I had to reward this entrepreneurial spirit by stopping in for a bottle of spring water “mit gas” and a small (OK 200 ml but it was only 3€-$4.20) glass of Riesling.

Quickly back on the trail and I walked right by the huge Loreley interpretive centre. I was tempted, but there just wasn’t much more I wanted to know about the myth of a woman scorned who kills herself and then gets her revenge by luring sailors to their death on the river shoals. More interesting to me was the summer Bobsled run that was perhaps 3-400 metres long with a 50 metre vertical drop. It really got going by the bottom. Small children (say 5+) were able to ride with their parents and I’m, betting Lucas and Logan would have loved it.

Finally, ran into a German man and his dog. He indicated the dog (a Labrador he said) had had enough and he had sent his wife to get the car. He introduced the dog as Bruce and the much to my horror he said “I wanted to name him Obama because he is so brown, but my wife wouldn’t let me” (thank heaven for wives). Immediately thought of a storyLuanne tells from her child about a woman who called her black dog a pejorative name for black people. She apparently would learn out her front door and yell his name repeatedly when she wanted him to come home. Some people just don’t get it and you usually can’t explain it to them, particularly without a common language. Nice dog though and I like Bruce.

Blew into St Goar by ferry after 6 1/2 hours on the trail and nothing looked so good as that shower. Funny, when I looked in the mirror I noticed that the sweat had made the dye in my Aussie bush hat run. I looked like I was doing a bad impression of Rudi Giuliani.

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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monday afternoons ♡ 8

➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?)

➤ summary : You just recently joined the Karasuno boy’s volleyball team as their first year manager. As you grow closer to your teammates, you also unexpectedly grow closer to one of their biggest rivals, Oikawa Tooru

➤ chapter word count: 1732

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter eight ˊˎ-

MONDAY 6:00 PM

“Bye everyone!” The second year libero enthusiastically yelled out before the whole team parted ways from Sakanoshita. The rest of the team mumbled out their farewells with drained energy from an intense practice session. You turned on your heel and began to walk side by side with Kageyama. Two whole weeks have passed since that confrontation with Tsukishima and you’ve made it your top priority on trying to regain their trust. Though, most of the team accepted your apology right off the bat, you still tried your best to be active in practice and be friendly with them.

“T-Today was though huh?” You started, referring to the hell-like receive training session the team just had that gifted everyone with new splotches of black and blue all over their arms. “Mhm” Kageyama hummed, his eyes and hands fixated at his unopened milk box. Your shoulders sank at his reply. Of course, there was nothing wrong with Kageyama’s answer. He was always the type to answer with the least amount of energy. A “Mhm”, “Yeah”, “Ok” was a typical Kageyama reply to everything but after what happened with Oikawa, you started to over analyze every reply he gave you. Surprisingly, he was one of the many who accepted your apology right away and just went on about his day like nothing happened, but you still can’t help but think he might have a grudge on you, though you know that he’s not the type of person to do so.

The walk continues in silence. The silence was suffocating to you and your mind raced to come up with conversational topics but Kageyama didn't feel a thing and walked as usual with a milk carton in his hand.

Ever since that day, you’ve stopped replying to Oikawa’s texts and calls. What Hinata said that day just made too much sense, all the insecurities and worries you had revolving around yours and Oikawa’s relationship just fit like a puzzle piece. He never made things official because he never wanted you to be his girlfriend. You were just a toy to piss off Kageyama and you played right into his palm like a fool.

You didn’t even bother asking him about it. You didn’t want to. You figured it would be too painful to hear it from him himself.

Though you kept ignoring him, he still repeatedly tried to text you and call you. Spamming your name in your chats every day for the last thirteen days but last night your chats were empty, with no texts from the Seijoh captain. You figured he finally got tired of chasing after his toy and gave up. But even though you were the one ignoring him, you felt a pain in your chest as you went to sleep last night.

You groaned internally as you watched your house loom closer and closer, cursing under your breath as you didn’t manage to spark a normal conversation with Kageyama.

And as if this whole situation couldn’t get any worse for you, your eyes spot the white blazer of a certain school. The two of you stopped in your tracks, your breath hitched in surprise as you saw Kageyama’s arm shielding you from the Seijoh captain. “Oikawa-san, what are you doing here.” Kageyama’s solemn tone echoed the empty streets.

“Y-Y/N! Where were you I wa-“

“Stop. Get lost already, she doesn’t want to hear it.” He barked at his senior. Before Oikawa can get another word in, Kageyama grabbed your wrist and pulled you away, leaving the brown haired setter at a loss for words in the middle of the dark neighbourhood.

12:03 AM

Oikawa rubbed his bleary eyes with his fists. He knows he shouldn’t be doing his but he couldn’t keep Y/N of his mind. He knew Iwaizumi would scold him the second he senses something and snatch his phone away. But he had to do it.

He turned his phone on and opened it to reveal his lockscreen which left a bittersweet feeling on the tip of his tongue. He swiped his thumb across the picture of his and Y/N’s hand intertwined together that he sneakily took one time she was distracted and unlocked it.

He bit his lip as he typed the two words onto Y/N’s empty chat.

“Good night”

The brown haired setter wanted to say so much more but he figured if he wanted to even make it out alive out of Iwaizumi’s lecture he was going to have to sit through the next day for disobeying his orders to just leave her alone, this was the most he could do.

He sighed as he tapped the send button. He knew she wasn’t going to reply just like the last two weeks but he still had hope.

Oikawa got up to turn off his bedroom lights before staggering back to the same spot he has been in for the last three hours. He covered his body with the covers, bringing his legs and arms closer to his chest. He went to bed with his hands close to his heart, his phone clutched tight in his fists.

TUESDAY 12:14 PM

Hanamaki and Matsukawa watched as their captain sighed at his phone for the eighth time since the lunch break started. The two third years exchanged glances, trying to get the other to ask what was wrong again. Hanamaki squinted hard at Matsukawa, silently arguing with his eyes that it was him who asked Oikawa yesterday to which Matsukawa argued back that he got to the rooftop first so he had to sit through more sighs and moping than him. The two continued to glare hard at each other as their captain signed for the ninth time that afternoon.

“What’s wrong?” Iwaizumi broke the silence amongst the three Aoba Johsai third years as he crept onto the rooftop with an armful of various colors of melon pan. Both Hanamaki and Matsukawa gave their friend a deadpan look on their face as he knew what the problem was. Iwaizumi sighed and proceeded to spike a plastic wrapped green melon pan straight to Oikawa’s downcast face.

“Man, get over yourself and tell them already!” Iwaizumi scowled at his unusually quiet best friend who would usually go ballistic if a bag of bread was hurled at his face. Oikawa sighed again and buried his head into his hands, “you tell them.” He mumbled.

Iwaizumi shook his head at his best friend and turned to his other friends as he commanded. “Basically, he started to fake date the new Karasuno manager to get back at Kageyama but he accidentally fell in love but the girl suddenly started to ghost him for some reason.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s not true! We’re not dating...yet…” Oikawa suddenly shot up. “Whatever! You get my point.” Iwaizumi barked back, rolling his eyes at him.

“Wow captain, fake dating? this is an all time low, even for you.” Hanamaki managed to stay, stifling his laughs, causing Oikawa’s face to retreat into his hands. “You? Actually falling in love with a girl? That’s new.” Matsukawa scoffed, reminiscing his captain’s old flirtatious ways with multiple girls at a time.

Oikawa sat silently as his friends laughed at him. He couldn’t even yell at them and defend himself because he knew they were right. He knew he would always play around with girls but to fake date a girl? He knew he would hate it if a girl were to fake like him but at the end he did end up liking Y/N so...it isn’t that bad...right?

“What’s the big deal? You’ll probably get over her after you go to a mixer like you usually do.” Matsukawa said through the bread he was munching on. “Yeah, what’s so special about her anyway?” The pink haired wing spiker chimed in.

“She’s special...she makes me feel so different.” Oikawa answered, his throat dry. Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Iwaizumi looked at eachother, not expecting such a pressing and soppy reply from their usually annoyingly playful friend who’s never serious about anything other than volleyball.

“I-It’s like I feel like I can be myself, the me I only show the closest people around me, the me I’m around you guys,” Oikawa took a deep breath, not caring about the looks on his friends’ faces, “I mean, you guys know how I’m with when I’m around other girls. Pathetic, fake, disgusting-”

“You said it, not me.” Hanamaki mumbled before getting elbowed on the stomach by the Seijoh ace.

“She makes me all...fuzzy and feel like the whole world is in technicolor. I-I’ve never felt it before but I don’t think I hate it. I don’t know exactly what is it but I think it’s L-”

“Love.” Iwaizumi cut off, “Sorry, had to finish off your sentence before these two start vomiting.” He pointed to the two third years squirming on the ground at Oikawa’s words.

6:05 PM

Oikawa sighed as he faced the darkening sky with his best friend by his side. His ever so silent phone still tight in his right hand, his palm starts getting clammy as the words he planned to say resonated in his mind.

“Iwa-chan?” He quietly said as the two walked home from practice.

“Hm?” Iwaizumi replied as Oikawa expected.

“Remember the one thing you told me not to do?”

“Yes.”

“I did it.”

“I know.”

Oikawa took his eyes off the sky and to his best friend, “You knew?”. Iwaizumi scoffed at his flustered friend, “How could I not? You were staring at your phone like some freak.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes watched as his best friend’s shoulders sagged even more. It would kill him to admit it but it pained him to see how down Oikawa was.

“But,” Iwaizumi started, causing Oikawa to flinch, expecting the long awaited lecture and yelling. “What I didn’t know was that she was that important to you.” He said in a calm demeanor, confusing his friend with the unexpected behaviour.

“She is.” Oikawa coughed, for his throat suddenly felt the driest it has ever been. Iwaizumi abruptly put his hand in the midst of Oikawa’s curls, bringing his head closer to his shoulder.

“She’s so important to me.” Oikawa tried his best to blink away his hot tears that accumulated in his eyes.

next: -ˏˋ chapter nine ˊˎ-

previous: -ˏˋ chapter seven ˊˎ-

A/N

I am sleep deprived from moving across town and never ending assignments so i’m so sorry this took so long and i didn’t proofread this chapter so i’m sorry too lmaoo. I plan to soon though so please ignore any mistakes I made this chapter

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feminaexlux · 4 years

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A Day or 3 in the Life Of...

It was @bloody-no-kissu‘s birthday a week ago (oTL) and I made a Body Swap AU fic for her! Happy (belated) Birthday Bloody! Btw this is Part 1 of 2 🧡

Rated T for a little bit of language I guess

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"Hey."

Marinette was still asleep sprawled out over her bed, sheets pushed off.

"Hey, wake up." She felt someone jab her in the side, so Marinette grumbled and turned away from the annoyance. Oddly enough, that other voice sounded like Juleka. "Are you still Marinette?"

Wh-what? Oh no, that's right. Marinette slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in Luka's room. In his bed.

In his body. Still.

Which meant that the akuma she defeated yesterday (in Luka's body, that was a surreal experience) wasn't the origin of this problem. She bolted upright, startling Juleka. "Wh-what time is it?!"

"Still Mar, then," Juleka sighed. "It's so weird seeing Lu all… like you, I guess," she mumbled, shaking her head. "Time for class."

"Which class?" Marinette groaned, covering Luka's face with Luka's hands. "Oh god I… I probably… ugh." She needed to… take a shower? Why was Luka's face so itchy? Did Luka need to shave?

Why was Luka's crotch so itchy? Oh no. How did he deal with this every day?

She got a ping on her phone from Luka. They had swapped phones just in case.

Next class is ____, I'll send you directions

Because Luka was in Marinette's body.

This was a very surreal sort of nightmare, but… on one hand Luka seemed very… respectful of the situation. If it had to be anyone, and if it had to be any boy in particular, Marinette had begrudgingly accepted that Luka was the best choice.

Neither Marinette nor Luka answered any calls but they kept sending out texts as needed. For the most part everyone around them didn't find things too strange about either of them. No one but Juleka and Luka's best friend figured it out for Marinette. Surprisingly, Alya immediately picked it up for Luka, but Alya never said a word to anyone else. Alya had followed enough akumas and spoke to enough victims to know that sometimes people were affected in deeply private ways.

But most people didn't notice the switch, which was a relief. Except it was almost heartbreaking that Adrien didn't seem to notice a change.

"Okay, Marinette, you can do this," she said, Luka's voice coming back instead of her own. She still needed to get used to how different his voice sounded when she was in his body.

thanks Luka. Here's my schedule…

how are you doing?

Fine, are you okay?

He seemed to be managing things for her well enough. Marinette wasn't sure if she should be upset or not, but he'd made and sold the excuse that Marinette had caught a cold and was feeling under the weather. That's why "Marinette" had been so… "chillax", as Alya called it.

as ok as we'll be

The only bad thing was he hadn't been nearly as concerned with dressing the part of a Fashion Designer (still in university) as Marinette had hoped for. He had just kinda thrown on whatever seemed comfortable and left her tiny dormitory room. Maybe he might have a better idea today? Marinette wasn't sure. Then again it didn't feel right to expect that from Luka, except for what happened yesterday.

Chloe Bourgouis had stopped him in the afternoon and tried to ridicule him in front of the whole campus. Marinette was there to watch it unfold (mostly because Luka didn't have anything scheduled at the time and Marinette was a natural busybody). Luka stood there calmly listening to Chloe provide a bulleted list of everything that had been such an atrocious fashion faux pas about lame Marinette Dupain-Cheng's choice in clothing.

Luka had looked thoughtful while Marinette was fuming. Chloe couldn't talk to Luka that way! Especially not when he was piloting her body!

Luka (as Marinette) had spoken up after thinking for a few seconds. "Interesting points. I'll consider that. But next time you don't have to be such a bitch about it." He had adjusted the backpack and continued walking off, leaving Chloe and Sabrina (and everyone really) in a relatively stunned silence.

Well, okay, Marinette supposed that was handled… alright. Marinette probably would have sputtered and squawked and made herself look worse but Luka seemed just… observant more than anything.

Now she was just overthinking. She shook her head to refocus on what to do next. Take a shower, get dressed, I should get some breakfast maybe? Head to Luka's class and maybe try to talk with Tikki after to figure out how the heck to break this… curse thing. If it wasn't the akuma yesterday… could it have been another akuma?

Empress was a trickier Butterfly user than Hawkmoth ever was, so maybe Empress had sent out a secondary akuma to wreak havoc more passively while the flashier one took Ladybug (or rather, Red Beetle for Luka's body) and Chat Noir's attention.

God, as if it wasn't hard enough trying to get through university. Now she and Chat Noir had to deal with a villain that was smart enough to use diversionary tactics. She got into Luka's class and sat at the back with Dingo, Luka's best friend. "Hey Dingo," Marinette sighed.

Dingo raised his heart-shaped sunglasses to his forehead and squinted at her. At Marinette in Luka's body. "Hey babes," he said casually. "Still a lil' scrambled, ain'tcha?" Marinette just nodded sadly. "Aww, come on baby girl don't worry. I'm sure Ladybub and Cat Nerd will figure it out!"

"God, I hope so," she said, leaning forward on the desk and dropping Luka's head in his arms. Luka would look like he'd passed out to anyone else but at least Marinette been recording the lessons on her phone for Luka so he'd be able to catch up. That had been what they agreed to when they first found out after waking up that they'd been swapped yesterday morning.

Now that was such a painfully awkward memory. Thankfully Luka was cool enough to accept her pathetic and inane attempt at an excuse to swap earrings. "They're a family heirloom," Marinette had pleaded. "I mean, they mean a whole lot to me! The me me, you know? I… I need to be the one to wear them?"

Marinette ended up being more thankful than anything that it had been Luka that fate had bound her to. He had just nodded and gently took the black studs off, handing it over to her without complaint.

She wasn't going to assume it meant anything more than his taking her word for it. If he knew she'd been Ladybug all this time, that'd… that'd be something, and that something wasn't good. Probably.

Dingo leaned in and whispered "How's Lulu?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "I thought you and Luka text each other all the time."

"Pfft, like he'd say anything," Dingo snorted. He hid a smile from Marinette. "But you got a way with him, yanno? Maybe that feminine wiles of yours."

"Yeah, like I have any of that right now," Marinette rolled her eyes again. "It's just so awkward though. He's doing so much better than I am and I'm… I just hope I'm not messing anything up for him." She sighed and sat up only to slump down low in the chair.

"You're alright, Mari. Well. Probably. Imma say that maybe this whole body swap thing hopefully won't be permanent or anything you know? Me and Lulu have a gig coming up in a few weeks. You see I'm thinking maybe you didn't pay attention much to his 'guitar lessons'," Dingo had said with air quotes. "Not sure Luka was really teaching you at his best either," he snickered.

"Oh, oh God, I hope it's not permanent! Oh God Dingo why did you have to go and even suggest that?" Marinette groaned, putting Luka's head in Luka's hands. "This is already pretty stressful! Ugh, I wish I knew how to deal with it like Luka does."

Dingo snorted. "Trust me, he's 100% as freaked out as you are."

"No way."

"Yeah? Next time you see him, you take a good look at his hands."

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Okay, Marinette wanted to meet up so they could swap notes for the day. This was fine, this was perfectly reasonable. She had wanted to do that yesterday and that went fine, just fine. Everything was just fine.

Luka wasn't going to mention that maybe he spent maybe an hour staring at… himself? Well, okay, at Marinette. He hadn't been sure it'd be comfortable going to bed with her hair still up in pigtails. When he pulled off the hairbands as gently as he could and her hair came undone like it did, it caught his eye and he looked up at the mirror and saw that Marinette was…

Gorgeous, that was the word.

He'd lost his ability to think for a while. She'd never let her hair loose in front of anyone and he had no idea why. He knew she was already pretty and cute and adorable but… something about the loose hair took it up a couple of notches.

So yeah, he wouldn't mention that little detail to her. He'd be seen as kind of a hypocrite after he told her he didn't… didn't really think about her that way. God, why did he say that? "Bodies are bodies, Marinette," he had told her, when she had freaked out about him having to… do anything in the bathroom.

He'd meant it at the time. He'd treat her body like a temple. He did. He really tried to anyway. He just also… appreciated like any good tourist would, maybe? Oh God that was creepy, stop thinking about it Couffaine.

Okay, she was going to get here in a few minutes.

He wasn't going to mention anything about her hair. He wasn't sure how to get it back into the pigtails again but he tied it back in low ponytail. Hopefully she'd be okay with that? He wanted to keep things fairly consistent for her, and he'd never seen her not have her hair tied so he managed a ponytail.

He also tried dressing up, sort of. It hadn't been at all what he intended but he got more attention yesterday trying to dress casually rather than less. That… Bourgeois lady had tried to bitch at him for wearing track pants or something. Along with a hoodie. Luka was honestly baffled at how seriously Chloe took everything about Marinette's clothes. He had heard from Juleka that Chloe was a major pain in the ass, but having to deal with it in person was… an experience. And it was over clothes? Did Chloe Bourgeois have nothing better to do?

He knew Marinette had a little drama and spitfire in her too, but the way Marinette used her force of personality was to help everyone.

Luka loved her for that. Still.

But she wasn't supposed to know that. He did his best to let her know it back 5 years ago when he was 16 and a bit less reserved with his stupid music puns, but she wasn't into him. That was fine, that was totally fine.

Except maybe it wasn't entirely. And this? This body swap thing? Probably pure karma for him just… being an idiot or something. Or being a complete and utter… coward. Now Hawkmoth or Empress or Karma or whatever spiteful Divine Entity had punished him by putting his mind in her body.

The really unfair bit was that she was in his. Marinette didn't deserve any of this crap. Still, it wasn't like he was Ladybug and could fix everything with a Lucky Charm. God he had no idea how to fix this, and it hadn't been the akuma yesterday!

"Hey?" It was something like his voice coming from nearby. Luka looked up and saw… himself, looking somewhat amused. "Did you wait long?"

"Not really. What's up?"

Marinette, in his body, sat down and pulled out her phone. "Just wanted to send over the class notes before I forgot. Also I wanted to check in and um, I guess, see how it was going with you?"

"It's fine." It was fine. It was all just fine. He finally noticed she was staring at his hands, and he looked down and saw that he'd been tapping the little café table with her pen. Apparently hard enough that he made a slight indentation to the wood top. Whoops. "Oh." He stopped and put the pen back in Marinette's bag. "Sorry about that."

"Hey, Luka, you know it's… Are you sure you're okay?"

He stared up… into his own face. God that was going to take some getting used to… then again he really didn't want to get used to having a literal out-of-body experience. Somehow even though Luka was a generally expressive guy, Marinette being the pilot meant that the facial expressions on him were slightly… more? Maybe not exaggerated but definitely more obvious. He actually thought he looked kinda goofy and winced. "Uh, just… it's still weird. That's all."

"Yeah. I'm really hoping it's something Ladybug and Chat Noir can fix. And soon."

"Oh, did something come up?" Luka asked.

"Er, um. Well, no?" Marinette stumbled. "I just meant I'd… not that your body's like bad or anything but I'd love to be back in my own body! I'm sure you hate being in me." Marinette choked. "I-I-I mean… oh god." She facepalmed. "A-anyway, ahem. Yeah." She pushed her phone out toward him. "Here, uh, just so you're not missing anything relevant!" She laughed nervously.

"Do you think it's actually an akuma?" Luka asked, suddenly hit with a suspicion. "I'm wondering why the Ladybugs didn't… fix this. Do you know anyone else that's going through this?"

Marinette blinked, then frowned, putting a finger to her chin. His chin. Whatever. "No, actually. Not even the LadyBlog mentioned anything like this. But what else could it be?"

"I don't know. I'm throwing it out there just in case it's not the obvious answer. I don't have a suggestion on what it could be though."

"Ugh," Marinette groaned, resting his head on the table. "Why is this happening…" She raised his head back up. "Oh, good choice in clothes, by the way."

He stifled a laugh. "Thanks. Didn't want to get you in trouble with Chloe again."

"Pfft, ignore her. She's just petty."

"Did you have to deal with that before?" Luka asked, feeling slightly guilty that he'd unintentionally made Marinette an easy target.

"For the past 10 years or so, yeah. Don't worry, she's always been kind of a bi--bothersome." Marinette had caught herself in time before uttering anything untoward. "Where'd you find that jacket? I thought I lost it a while back," Marinette giggled.

Oh crap. He probably should have thought about what to say about all this but he had… he really had gone through her closet and dresser trying to find something that he thought Marinette would wear. He wasn't a designer in any sense of the word, but he kind of remembered Juleka talking about some of the clothes and the styles she'd modeled when she got steady gigs from a punk design house.

He also figured that Marinette would look good in red and black.

It'd been a somewhat self-indulgent early morning of him trying out a few different outfits Marinette had, and trying to figure out what she looked best in. He had grabbed a red half-jacket and a slim, short black dress and almost tried wearing heels but went for the practical ballet flats Marinette usually wore. He wanted to be stylish, not accident-prone.

"Hey?" Marinette waved a hand in front of him.

"Sorry, was trying to remember where," he smiled. "But I can't. I'm just glad you approve," he said. Oh, that… that was another thing. "And… a couple of other people approved as well." This was going to hurt. "Adrien said you looked lovely in this." She did, but it felt kind of wrong to say that while he was inhabiting her body.

"O-oh really?" Marinette had blushed and tried to cover it up by coughing. "That's nice!"

This was really going to hurt. "Yeah. He asked you out, by the way, but I said you… you'd think about it. He says he's good next weekend for dinner and a movie."

Marinette looked pale. Which was pretty odd in his skin tone. "We have a problem," Marinette groaned. She took her phone back from in front of Luka and scrolled to her messages.

Hi Marinette, it turns out that I didn't have next weekend free. Let's meet up tomorrow!

"I didn't know what Adrien was talking about until you just explained it," Marinette said anxiously.

"Maybe you should tell him no?" Luka half-asked, already knowing that she'd never shoot down Adrien. He knew it was the one chance she had to finally have Adrien notice her as more than just-a-friend. Only Luka was the one that looked like Marinette right now.

"I-I think… I mean we could… we could wake up back to normal tomorrow?" she laughed, brushing hair away from her… his face in a nervous gesture. She stopped, staring down at something. He looked at the same place and noticed she was staring at his… her hand.

Luka had been unconsciously tightening Marinette's hands into fists so hard they had white knuckles.

"You're… right. I should say no, I'll go ahead and say no." Marinette said simply. "If we're still in… this mess tomorrow it's… not fair to you." She smiled down sadly at Luka, reaching out with his hands to unclench and massage hers. It felt… intimate. And… it felt like he was asking Marinette to keep silently suffering like she'd been all these years. He knew how much that sucked.

"I'll do it," Luka said impulsively. "If we're still… like this tomorrow, I'll go ahead and… make it work."

"Luka, you don't need to…" Marinette trailed off, their hands still intertwined.

He tried to smile. "Hey, I think it's time, right? Finally Adrien's noticed. You gotta take this chance."

Marinette looked back down at their hands. "Adrien noticed… the outfit," she muttered to herself. "And he noticed you…"

"Mar--"

"But… if you're willing to help me out, I… I think this is a good opportunity. I've always wanted to see what would happen, and… maybe this is a blessing. You won't be a wreck like I'd be, anyway!"

Luka had his doubts.

∴

Marinette had a plan. She had almost decided on an outfit for Luka to wear except… well that wasn't what Adrien had noticed. She had asked if Luka wanted to style himself again, but… his reply was oddly sweet. Luka had just said "This is your date. I want you to feel comfortable and be happy with it. That includes wearing whatever you want me to."

It wasn't as if she hadn't already planned out the whole date thing in her head about 25 million times and 25 million variations. She knew exactly how she wanted it to go: what to wear, which movie to see, where to go for dinner that encompassed both convenience and privacy. She'd tried to be considerate of Adrien Agreste, semi-permanent bachelor supermodel (and how it might look to other people). She had checked the weather and the sunset time and if certain places were open for the day and if everything was walkable. She just had to adjust for the fact that it was Luka that would actually be on the date and not her.

Actually, if she thought about it, it was a lot better this way for multiple reasons. She'd be free to go out and do her Ladybug duties if the need arose, and Luka was a mirror-surface lake compared to her turbulent white water nerves.

Marinette and Luka had agreed on a somewhat discreet earpiece if there was something that had to be communicated immediately. Marinette didn't want to admit it to herself, but… there was something about this whole situation where she felt… her future was safe in Luka's capable hands. She owed him big time.

Which was why when the date ended, she was so, so thankful that she'd been in Luka's body instead of her own.

∴

"Hey, that was fun!" Adrien said cheerfully. "Next time we should bring Alya and Nino with us."

That sounded… wrong. At least, that sounded like it didn't belong in a romantic date. "… What do you mean?" Luka asked. He'd been doing everything Marinette had asked and it still lead to this? Did Luka really ruin this somehow?

"It was great to hang out, just the two of us, but I think the more the merrier right?"

Luka was confused. "… Hang out? This wasn't a date?"

"Yeah, like a friend-date, right? You'd been so down recently that Nino said I should take you out to cheer you up!"

Oh jeez. "Are… are you kidding me, Agreste? You invite a girl out to dinner and a movie and you say it's not a date?" Luka asked, an edge of acidity in his voice. "How could you lead a girl on like that?"

Adrien looked taken aback. "We've been friends forever, Marinette. You've been feeling down. I thought friends did things like this to cheer you up?" Adrien started looking panicked. "Oh no, did… did you think this was a date? I-I thought Kagami was just being weird when I said you wouldn't think of me like that! I should have listened--"

"What the hell does Kagami have to do with all of this?"

"I'm dating Kagami, Marinette! I've been with Kagami ever since you got us together! That's why I didn't think you'd mistake this for a date!"

"Luka…" he heard Marinette sigh shakily over the earpiece. But no, this was… this was bad. And Luka was angry.

"For a man who's a freaking model and supposed to be meticulously worried about your image, can't you pull your head out of your ass for one second and take a good look at what's happening? You do not take a girl out to dinner alone, especially a girl that's been in love with you for ages, and say that it's not a date after it's done."

"'In love'?! Wh-what? Marinette, I'm… I'm sorry that it happened this way but… I don't understand. I'm with Kagami!"

The Couffaine Chaos energy nearly overtook Luka and he realized he had drawn back Marinette's arm and fist in preparation for decking the ignorant blond. But… this wasn't going to help. Luka lowered her arm and started breathing to calm himself down, realizing a little after the fact that Marinette was yelling at him over the earpiece. "Okay. Fine. If you wanna play it this way, Adrien, fine. I have to tell you, though. I hope you treat Kagami better than this." Luka got Marinette's jacket back from Adrien and threw her evening bag over his… her shoulder. "I'm out. I'll make my way back home."

"Marinette, I'm really sorry!" Adrien yelled after her, trying to grab her arm.

Luka spun back around, batting Adrien's reaching arm away and said "Shut it if you know what's good for you, Agreste. Don't touch me."

∴

Marinette slumped down in her chair outside the theater. Well, that could have gone worse, maybe? she thought at herself. She shook her head and jumped up, running after Luka, who was more or less stomping away in her body. If she'd been able to see clearly she might have commented to herself that basically everyone in Luka's path dove out of the way of his murder walk. But she had… some problems seeing that had nothing to do with the nighttime or Luka's vision and more to do with the fact that she'd been crying.

Because she made Luka have to go through that.

Because she felt more relief than anything, after the fact.

Not because of the final nail in her Agreste Infatuation coffin sinking in and closing off forever her already long-dead feelings over Adrien.

"Luka!" She yelled at him. With his voice. "Luka, wait."

He spun and looked back at Marinette. At himself. He was… he was both angry and extremely worried. "Marinette, I am so sorry," he said to her. "I… I'm sorry. I messed this up for you. God I am so--"

Marinette started laughing. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but Luka was actually acting like she would have and it looked… comical. Because he did nothing wrong. She brushed the tears from Luka's face and sighed. "No, don't be sorry, Luka. You didn't mess anything up. I… I think we were set up!" Marinette laughed again. "God, I'm glad that's over," she breathed out.

"Are… you alright?" Luka asked, as still and as quiet as a mouse. He tightened his grip on her bag and she knew he'd been trying to hide his discomfort.

"I'm… I'll be fine," Marinette giggled, a spillover of the increasingly bizarre reaction of hers. "I'm just… I gotta take a few to um… process this," she continued giggling.

Luka continued holding her bag in a death grip. "Alright. I'm… we should head home."

"No, wait," Marinette said, reaching for… her own hand. "Wait." She gently unfurled Luka's grip and straightened out the fingers, massaging the hand again. "We should talk. Let's… let's get a drink. Like a smoothie or something, not like at a bar. I'm not sad, really."

Luka looked skeptical and Marinette had to laugh. The less exaggerated doubt on her own face was somehow more effective than the overly dramatic disbelief she usually had. "Sure," he said, still doubtful. "But… Juleka's probably at Rose's right now. Let's head back to my place and we'll talk there."

"Better yet," Marinette said, her giggling finally under control. "Let's go back to my place." She didn't have to worry about roommates, at least.

"Hey. I really am sorry about the whole thing," Luka said quietly.

Marinette smiled at him. "Luka, you're…" She pulled him into a hug. "You're wonderful, I hope you know that. You did exactly what I asked for. None of this is your fault." God she was so tiny in his arms. "Thank you. For everything."

"Right," he said slowly. "Okay. Let's go get some smoothies."

∴

End pt 1

#fxl fic #lukanette endgame #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #happy birthday bloody-no-kissu #adrien agreste #minor adrigami #this is why I didn't have a six sentence sunday today lol #body swap au #juleka couffaine #had like one line I should have mentioned #lukanette #endgame lukanette

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playing with fire // yoongi // 01

↪ PARING: Min Yoongi x Reader ↪ GENRE: angst » smut » idol!au » enemies to lovers ↪ SUMMARY: Yoongi hates you. Or at least he thinks he does. (AKA the one where you work for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at feelings). ↪ WORD COUNT: 9k ↪ WARNINGS: angst | sex | oral sex (both m&f) | secret relationships | jealousy | mild possessive behaviour

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The instant Min Yoongi laid eyes on you, you annoyed him. You were introduced for the first time in another boring meeting he didn't want to attend, on his day off of all days and he was grumpy, having to be dragged here for your benefit. You annoyed him because you were obnoxiously positive and cheery. You annoyed him because everyone liked you straight away. Most of all, you annoyed him because you were beautiful, and he was willing to bet this fuss wouldn't have been made if you weren't.

He made a point to be polite but cool with you. He wasn't going to flap around you like some desperate teenage boy like the others were doing. Jin had already made not one but three bad jokes in an attempt to make you laugh, making Yoongi roll his eyes. Namjoon had even offered to take you out for lunch as a way of welcoming you to the team, which meant that Yoongi would be dragged along too, forced to spend even more time in your presence.

The restaurant Namjoon selected was one Yoongi hated, but Namjoon loved it for some reason. Yoongi hated the way they put garlic on everything. The group was led to a private room in the rear of the building and seated. You were sat opposite from Yoongi, which made him secretly glad. It meant he probably wouldn't have to talk to you much. You were animatedly talking away to Jin, anyway. Yoongi smirked to himself. Of course you liked Jin's lame jokes.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and Yoongi couldn't help but watch you walk away. He knew he was checking you out, your tight black jeans leaving nothing to the imagination and it bothered him. You were not his type of person, yet he was still succumbing to your looks like an animal. "She's really nice, isn't she?" Namjoon's voice tore him away from his thoughts.

"Hm, yeah, wonderful." Yoongi mumbled in reply, shovelling some more pork into his mouth, not even meeting his bandmates gaze.

"Do you like anyone?" Namjoon joked, nudging Yoongi playfully with his elbow. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I think she's really cool. She seems like she will work really hard for us." The younger man mused.

"That's what she's paid for, Joon." Yoongi muttered. Namjoon just smiled, used to his friends attitude.

"Give her a chance hyung." Namjoon said, going back to his own food now.

Yoongi pretended not to notice when you returned from the bathroom, feeling a stubborn urge not to give you any more attention. He wondered if you secretly enjoyed having all these eyes on you. Probably. You were now talking to Namjoon in English, since it was your native language and Yoongi lost track of the conversation. He wasn't fluent enough to translate at the speed you were talking, plus you had an accent. Your English voice was actually quite pleasant, he thought. Although your Korean was good, you sounded starkly different in another language.

"Yoongi?" You were addressing him directly now, back to Korean. His eyes locked with yours. "Do you want the rest of my pork? I'm too full to finish."

He politely declined your offer. The pork was way too garlicy for his taste and he'd barely managed to finish his own, let alone second helpings. Once more he silently cursed Namjoon for recommending this place.

The group finished up their meal not long after and made to leave. As everyone filed out of the room, much to Yoongi's discomfort he was left to walk out next to you. He felt awkward. He had barely said anything to you since meeting you, and he was worried he was starting to come across as rude. Yoongi let out a deep breath and decided to make some conversation. "Did you like this place?" He asked you.

You quickly scanned around before leaning in closer and lowering your voice. "Don't tell Namjoon but..." You began quietly. "This place puts way too much garlic on everything. I swear it was even in my water."

Yoongi felt a smirk tug at his lips. He'd made almost that exact joke the first time he'd ever been dragged here by Joon. "At least you won't get bitten by a vampire on the way home." He joked. You laughed, giving him a big bright smile. God you really were pretty, he would be blind not to see it. For some reason he felt himself wondering if you had a boyfriend as he followed you out the restaurant.

Yoongi shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts out of his mind. Get a grip, he thought to himself. You were just a pretty girl. Nothing more, nothing less.

***

"Guess what?" Namjoon asked Yoongi, as they sat in the recording studio one night, just the two of them. They'd been working on a song together and had been having a bit of writers block, choosing to just hang out and wait for inspiration to come. Namjoon was lazily swirling in a swivel chair, aimlessly tossing a small ball up and down.

"What?" Yoongi asked, only half paying attention. His mind was focused on the computer screen in front of him, desperately thinking the longer he stared at it something would change.

"Jin kissed Y/N yesterday." Yoongi's mouth fell open in shock, eyes finally tearing away to look at Namjoon who didn't look phased in the least, still throwing and catching the same damn ball.

"Is she trying to get fired or...?" Yoongi said with a frown. An image of you and Jin, mouths locked and hands roaming each other appeared in his mind. It made him feel...weird.

"It's cute. Jin's had a crush on her ever since she started working with us." Namjoon said with a little smirk.

"So? She's staff." Yoongi reminded him. He turned back to the computer screen but he was still picturing you and Jin. Yoongi would be stupid not to pick up on how Jin tried to flirt with you. He noticed how Jin was always finding reasons to be alone with you. He was just surprised it worked. Even worse, a part of him was irritated it had and he wasn't sure why.

"If they wanna fool around and keep it secret, who cares?" Namjoon scoffed.

"Jin will if our fans ever find out about it." Yoongi muttered. "They sleeping together then?" He asked. He didn't mean to, it just kind of slipped out but he wanted to know.

"I think it was just a kiss." Namjoon shrugged. He threw the ball to Yoongi, who surprisingly reacted fast enough and caught it. Namjoon stood up and walked over to him. " Come on, I have an idea for this song."

Namjoon took the mouse from Yoongi and started editing and moving tracks around, but Yoongi was hardly paying attention. He couldn't understand why Joonie was so unbothered by the idea of you and Jin. Not only was it strictly against the rules, it was shocking. Jin never really hooked up a lot with girls. As Namjoon added some finishing touches to their work Yoongi couldn't help but ask himself, why does this bother me so much?

***

The next day at practice you were there. Namjoon's assumption of you at that first meeting had been accurate, you were very hard working. Technically, you were Sejin's assistant but you did anything and everything that was asked of you, often going above and beyond your call of duty. Even if it meant making sure Bangtan were fed and their laundry was done. Yoongi definitely picked up on that, noting how kind he thought you were to do so. Today you were filming their practice as they had a comeback scheduled soon and everyone was going hard.

If Yoongi hadn't known you and Jin kissed he'd never have been to tell, judging by the behaviour you two displayed. It was business as usual, as far as Yoongi could tell. Jin was still lamely flirting and you were still playfully ignoring it.

"This is it, I think you guys have nailed it." You said, as the eight of you watched back the footage you just recorded. Yoongi noticed Jin practising even harder and he wondered if it was because of you. You didn't usually sit in during dance practices. "You look great at this part here Yoongi."

The compliment took him by surprise. "Thanks," He mumbled, feeling himself blush a little.

"What about me?" Jin asked, a little defensively Yoongi noted.

"You look great too Jin." You added, playfully rolling your eyes. "I was just distracted by Yoongi.

Yoongi blushed again, cheeks heating up even more this time. He couldn't help his body react to you. You were distracted by him. What did that mean exactly? Had you been checking him out or just been impressed by his dancing?

"Let's go again." Namjoon announced. Everyone got into formation again while you went to the stereo player. You pressed play and stepped back to watch. Yoongi had his cap pulled down low on his head, the brim shielding his eyes, that way every time he caught you watching him you never noticed. It strangely made him feel a little proud having your gaze on him.

The song ended and Yoongi collapsed on the floor, panting and sweaty, the rest of the boys following suit. You turned off the music, so the song wouldn't play again. "Even better this time." Your voice broke the sound of the heavy breathing in the room. "This comeback is going to be the best one yet."

No one said anything at first, everyone spent from practicing all morning before Jin spoke up. "Can we order food now Y/N?"

"Of course. The usual, boys?" You asked. There were murmurs of agreement amongst everyone. You had fetched lunch for them so many times now you knew pretty much exactly what everyone wanted. "Ok, let's take a break then and I'll run out and pick some stuff up for you."

You walked over to your bag, lifting your handbag and keys. "I'll come with you?" Jin asked taking Yoongi by surprise. He eyed the older male carefully as he stood up. This was new. You always went alone on lunch runs. Yoongi watched you to see your reaction. If it phased you, you didn't show it. Instead you gave Jin a small smile.

"Sure. We won't be long, guys." You said to the room.

Evidently no one else seemed to think it was weird that Jin offered to go with you. No one mentioned it after you left together, although Namjoon gave you a knowing smirk. The idea of you and Jin sneaking off to make out made Yoongi feel uncomfortable. You were at work. Surely you wouldn't be so unprofessional. His stomach rumbled. He hoped you would be back soon.

"Joon?" Yoongi asked, pulling Namjoon to the side, out of earshot. "Who else knows about Y/N and Jin?"

"Just us." Namjoon replied, looking a little confused at the question. "And Jin obviously. Why?"

"I just wanted to know." Yoongi replied. Namjoon still looked confused but he dropped the subject. The two men re-joined the rest of the group, who were fooling around and laughing about something. "What is so funny?" Yoongi asked, reaching over to snatch his water bottle from Jimin.

"I found Y/N's secret instagram." Jimin snickered. Yoongi cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "Here." Jimin held out his phone. On the screen was your instagram feed.

"Why were you even looking for this?" Yoongi muttered as his eyes scanned the images. He froze when his eyes landed on a very scantily clad y/n sitting by a pool. He knew you would a nice body, he was a man who had eyes, but seeing it bare and not wrapped up in oversized clothes made his breath hitch.

"I was curious about her. She's foreign and I wanted to know more." Jimin shrugged.

"You're a creep." Yoongi pushed the phone away. He wanted to see more but didn't want the boys to know that fact. Jimin just grinned like a cat who got the cream.

About 30 minutes later, Y/N returned with Jin, food in tow. "I've got food!" You called, entering the practice room. The boys all rushed around you, Yoongi lagging behind. He was thinking about your half naked picture and he felt a little guilty, like you would be able to tell by looking at him. "Here you go guys." You and Jin set the many bags down on the table.

Yoongi noticed Jin snatch his food and storm off to one side of the practice room. That was unusual. His whole demeanour had changed since he left. You seemed the same, but Yoongi often struggled to read you. You were a lot like him, keeping your emotions very close to your chest. He collected his own lunch and walked over to join Jin.

"Are you ok hyung?" Yoongi asked, letting out a puff of air as he sank down on to the floor next to him.

"Yup." Jin replied coolly.

"You sure?" Yoongi prodded.

"100%" He knew Jin was lying but he also knew him well enough to not push it further. What had happened when you and Jin were alone? Yoongi couldn't help but wonder.

***

Yoongi didn't have much time to think about you and Jin over the next week. Schedules had intensified even further and any spare time Yoongi had he was working on new music. His body ached from the amount of time he had spent dancing and working out the last few days. He decided to go for a swim. The company building had a gym in the basement, equipped with it's own pool. Yoongi decided a late night dip would be perfect. It was after midnight and he'd have the whole pool to himself.

He walked in to the pool area topless, already in his swim shorts. Usually he would wear a t-shirt as well but he had expected to be alone. Which is why when his eyes landed on you, mid lap in the pool he felt suddenly shy.

He watched as you reached the edge of the pool, placing both palms on the tiles and hoisting yourself out of the water. You strode over to your towel that was tossed over at the seating area. Yoongi gulped as he took in your frame. That bikini you had on was the same as the one in the photo he saw, except this time he was seeing it in person. It had bunched up a little at the back and he couldn't help but check out your ass.

"Yoongi!" You gasped, finally noticing him standing there. He hoped you didn't catch him gawking at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt..." Yoongi trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"That's ok!" You replied, towelling off the excess water on your face, catching your breath. You must have been swimming hard. "I just didn't expect to see anyone else in here."

Yoongi shrugged. "I just felt like a swim. Body is sore after practicing."

"You've been working so hard. You all have." You replied. An awkward silence hung in the air, neither of you sure what to say next. Yoongi wanted to swim and he wasn't sure if you were done or not. You both sort of just looked at each other. "Do you...mind? I won't be much longer." You asked cautiously.

Yoongi kind of just wanted to look at you for longer. "Sure. Go for it." He sat his towel down and stretched a little. His back was towards you but he heard you dive back into the pool and begin to swim again. He took a deep breath and turned round. You were halfway across the length of the pool already. He noted that you swam really well. Mimicking your actions he dived in to the cool water too.

As he started to swim he held back in a groan, even though he had stretched his muscles were still stiff and sore. He completed one length of the pool and took a moment to rest at the edge. You had already nearly lapped him. A desire to ensure you didn't think he was weak pulsed through him. He kicked off the wall and dived into another lap. By the time he was at the shallow end of the pool his body was screaming at him, forcing him in to another rest break.

"Are you ok?" You panted, joining him at this side of the pool. Yoogni nodded but the way his face was scrunched up gave him away. "What's wrong?"

"My body hurts, I think I just need to take it easy." He finally admitted. Before he could even blink you were by his side, a worried look etched across your face.

"Is it your shoulder?" You asked, taking him a back. His body language certainly wouldn't have told you that information and he never told you he'd injured it previously. It wasn't widely known either.

"How did you know about that?" He asked, surprised.

You shrugged, giving him a tiny smile. "I know everything about you boys. It's my job."

Without meaning to Yoongi frowned a little. "It is my shoulder." He sighed.

"Listen, I had a really similar injury, let me show you something." You said. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. He was realising how little he actually knew about you, even though you had worked with Bangtan for months now. His eyes were on you as you gently took his elbow and pulled it in to a stretch. With your free hand you started to massage his shoulder. Yoongi gulped.

It worked, and most of the ache he was feeling was instantly relieved. He made a mental note to remember this stretch. As you worked your hands his eyes raked over you, falling to your breasts that were just above water level. A droplet of water ran from your neck and down your chest, disappearing in the space between your cleavage. Yoongi knew he shouldn't have been staring but he couldn't help it when you were this close to him.

Between the view before him, your hands touching him and your body against his he felt himself start to grow hard. Mentally he cursed himself. This was his punishment for ogling you. "How does that feel now?" Your voice was a welcome distraction, even if the slight huskiness to it sounded sexy.

"Good, thank you." Yoongi managed to get out. You took a little step away from him and smiled. He noticed for the first time how short you were, realising he'd never seen you out of a heel of some sort. He liked it, it was rare that he got to feel tall. He watched as you adjusted your bikini top and the way your breasts bounced made his dick throb, bringing his attention back to his hard length.

"Just make sure you rest it soon ok?" You advised. Yoongi nodded, distracted. He was trying to will the erection away with sheer mental strength. The last thing he wanted was to be caught and embarrass himself. He can't believe that he'd actually got hard in public, it hadn't happened since he was an hormonal teenager. "You're still in pain." You stated, having noticed Yoongi's strained expression.

"No, I'm fine." He said, a little too quickly. You reach out to touch his arm and he leapt away at your touch, feeling guilty at your confused expression.

"Is it just my company then?" You joked, the corner of your mouth lifting up slightly. Your tone was light and playful but Yoongi could sense there was an underlying sense of truth there.

"No," He muttered. "Just trying to stay professional. I'm not Jin." The words spilled out before he could stop himself. He was a man of few words but he was always honest, and sometimes that got him in to a little bit of trouble. Yoongi hated falseness in people, which was part of the reason why you made him so irritated.

"I'm very aware of who you are, Yoongi." You replied with a frown. "I don't see why me helping you isn't professional but whatever. And as for Jin, you don't know what you are talking about."

Clearly Yoongi had struck a nerve, the jab at your work ethic seemed to be a sore spot. "That's your business, I'm just saying I keep work at work, and personal stuff out it."

"So do I." You said coolly.

"So kissing Jin is part of your job now?" He said quietly, rolling his eyes. Your expression remained steely and collected.

"Yoongi," You stated. "He kissed me. I had zero intention of that happening, ever."

"I don't care." He stated. He went to move away again, hoping to end this conversation once and for all. You gripped his arm.

"I'm serious. He took me by complete surprise...and when I told him that it could never, ever happen again he threw a tantrum." You said looking a little sad. "I don't like that you think of me like that."

Yoongi's mind went back to that day at practice, where Jin was extra moody after going out to pick up lunch with you. Was that really the reason for his strop? Maybe Yoongi had underestimated you after all. "Fine, whatever." You were still gripping his arm and he was hyper aware of your touch. "You scared you gonna drown or something?" He muttered, pointing to your arm.

"Sorry." You said sheepishly, withdrawing your hand.

"I'm going to swim now." That was the last thing Yoongi said before moving away from you and beginning another lap. You took that as your cue to leave.

***

Two days later, the boys of Bangtan were in a meeting with you and Sejin, discussing the upcoming comeback and tour schedule. Yoongi wasn't sure if he was secretly pleased or upset that you were coming on tour with them. Tour life was intense, and you'd be spending even more time in close proximity. His eyes flickered over to Jin to gauge the older boy's reaction. He was staring at the itinerary in front of him, with a frown.

You hadn't said much during the meeting, letting Sejin take the lead. Yoongi had tried to avoid looking at you directly since the stint in the pool, but he let his gaze fall on you now and as usual, your expression was neutral.

The schedule was packed, the tour spanning at least 3 months straight overseas. Yoongi noted there was even going to be a tourbus this time. He really wasn't looking forward to the idea of sleeping in a claustrophobic bunk. At least there were plenty of nights booked in hotels along the way.

"And lastly, if there's anything you need before we leave in two weeks, please let Y/N know now." Sejin's voice brought Yoongi's head up and he looked at his manager, racking his brain to think if there was anything he did need.

"My suitcase is broken, can you get me a new one please?" Jungkook asked first.

"Of course." You made a note in your phone. "I know which one you had before, do you want the same again?"

Damn, Yoongi thought. You really did know everything about them. He was starting to think he was wrong about you.

***

Tourbus life was as crappy as Yoongi expected it to be. By day 3 he could barely take it anymore. The only thing getting him through it was knowing day 4 was a hotel night. He was looking forward to sleeping in a bed bigger than the width of a bunk and maybe even having a bath. The tour bus had a shower but again, it was just as claustrophobic as the bunks.

1am rolled by and Yoongi still wasn't able to sleep. It was so hard to get comfortable in the confined space. To add insult to injury his bunk was directly above Taehyung's and he could hear his bandmates snoring so loudly, he may as well have been in bed next to him. He sighed and checked his phone for the 10th time, feeling restless. An idea occurred to him.

There was a huge sofa/lounge area at the back of the bus. It folded out in to a double bed but in the interest of fairness, the whole team agreed no one would have it as their sleeping quarters, instead it would just be a place to hang out. Yoongi thought no one would mind if he just spent one night there. So he grabbed his phone and a blanket and scrambled out the bunk, making his way to the back of the bus.

The dim spotlights in the room gave it a cosy atmosphere and he knew he had made the right decision. He would sleep well here. There was even a T.V which he flicked on, keeping the volume low so as not to wake any one. Yoongi fluffed up the pillows and made himself comfortable. It wasn't long before his eyes started to feel heavy, the low hum of the tourbus engine soothing him to sleep. Just as he was on the cusp of actually being asleep, the door opened.

"Oh god, sorry!" Yoongi's eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, instantly awake. "I didn't think anyone would be in here..." You trailed off. He couldn't help but notice you looked a little embarrassed.

"Couldn't sleep." He yawned.

"Me either." You said quietly. "I get so claustrophobic in those bunks. Feels like I'm in a coffin."

"I'm the same." Yoongie mumbled. You had had the same idea he did. Typical that it was on the same night. "In here is better though, I was nearly asleep before you barged in."

"I know, I slept here last night." You were always so unphased by Yoongi's snarkiness. Part of him wanted you to react, push it until he was being borderline rude.

"You did?" He asked, and you nodded. "Well it's my turn tonight then."

"Play fair, Yoongi." You quipped back, a slight frown on your face.

"I am," He retorted. "You had it last night, so tonight's mine."

"That bed is big enough for two people." You pointed out, gesturing to the empty space next to him.

"What?" He said, letting out a puff of air. "You are not suggesting what I think you are."

"Definitely am." You said boldly. "I'm small you won't even notice me."

"No." He stated, bluntly. "Not happening." He settled back in, making himself comfortable and closed his eyes once more.

"Yoongi, although tomorrow is a day off for you, I have 12 hours worth of meetings, press and errands to do. I need to get some sleep." You were almost begging now. Yoongi smirked but you stood your ground.

"Say please."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. "Please," You repeated.

"Now say 'please Yoongi'." He added, smirking harder than ever.

"Yoongi." You said in a warning tone. His expression didn't falter, a gleeful tint in his eyes. "Fine," You sighed. "Please Yoongi."

He laughed, enjoying teasing you. Yoongi patted the space beside him and you carefully, almost reluctantly climbed in to the bed next to him. You both had separate blankets, so it's not like you would be touching but he still felt insanely aware of your body next to him. He rolled over, his back to you and shut his eyes. He could hear you trying to get comfy and it wasn't long until you settled in to sleep, Yoongi following you shortly after.

***

You were gone when Yoongi awoke the next morning. His eyes flickered open, the room bright with sunshine and he rubbed at them sleepily. He looked at the empty spot you had occupied in the bed. It still smelled like your perfume. You must have not been long gone. He sat up in the bed, trying to orientate himself when he noticed something on the small shelf by the window. It was a note and some...food?

'Yoongi Even though you are a DICK I wanted to say thank you for letting me sleep last night. I left you breakfast and ordered you a starbucks, it's downstairs.

- Y/N '

Yoongi let out a little laugh when he notice the word 'dick' was underlined three times to emphasize it. He didn't think he was that bad but he liked that you had a sense of humour about it. You seemed to understand him and in some ways, be quite similar to him. Dare he say it, you were starting to grow on him and Yoongi was not an easy person to win over.

He gathered his things and made his way down stairs to the lower level of the tour bus. The section on the first floor was a lot smaller, but it had a nice kitchenette and dining area. There on the counter was an iced americano. Yoongi wasn't surprised to see you remembered it was his order. You always did. He grabbed it and sat down, unlocking his phone and scrolling through some news.

"Morning Yoongi." Jin said, appearing in the kitchen. Yoongi hadn't even heard him come down the stairs. "Where'd you get that?" Jin asked, pointing to the starbucks cup.

"Y/N." Was all Yoongi replied, going back to his phone. He wasn't really a morning person, unlike Jin.

"She only got for you? No one else?" Jin asked, not letting the subject drop. Yoongi sighed inwardly. He knew Jin was only pressing because you got that for him. If it was Sejin he wouldn't give a fuck.

"Yeah, I guess." Yoongi mumbled, deliberately being vague.

"Why?" Jin pried.

"Why do you care?" Yoongi challenged.

"I don't." Jin said so defensively, he practically contradicted himself. "I'm just curious."

Yoongi smirked. "It was to say thank you." He replied, watching Jin's face carefully to see the reaction.

"For...?" Jin flicked his wrist in a circle, motioning to Yoongi to elaborate.

"I let her sleep with me last night." He said to the elder, deviously phrasing the sentence in a misleading way, making it sound as if the two of you had had sex. Jin's eyes went wide, practically bulging out of his head.

"What?!" He almost shouted. Yoongi laughed. "You slept with her?"

"Yep." Yoongi nodded, sipping his coffee. He knew he should have explained but he wanted to enjoy the outrage from Jin just one more time.

"On the bus? Last night? Next to my bunk?" Jin asked, outraged.

"Nah, in the back room." Yoongi corrected. Jin looked annoyed. "Don't worry hyung, all we did was sleep." Jin's expression relaxed a little but he still didn't look happy. "She's claustrophobic, like me. We both had the same idea and ended up in the back lounge. It was just by chance."

"You let me think something else on purpose!" He yelled, punching Yoongi on the arm playfully and the two men laughed, both knowing it was true.

"I know you like her, don't worry." Yoongi said quietly. Jin's cheeks tinged pink slightly at the revelation. It was kind of an open secret any way but Yoongi wanted to let his friend know he knew.

"She doesn't like me though." Jin admitted. "She told me it can't ever happen."

"That might not be totally true," Yoongi countered. "She takes her job very seriously. Doesn't want to fuck it up."

"Yeah, maybe." Jin said, with a sigh. "Come on, we need to go check in to the hotel now anyway."

***

Yoongi didn't see you again until 9pm that night. He thought you looked tired the moment he laid eyes on you, and then remembered your comment the previous night about a busy day. He had to remind himself that all of your hard work was for his and Bangtan's benefit and he was grateful.

The crew had eaten dinner, celebrating a successful start to the tour. Today's stopover was in Texas for the show tomorrow night, the second one of the whole leg. Yoongi had only ever been here once before and he was looking forward to it. Even more so, he was looking forward to his hotel bed.

Yoongi was unlocking the door to his hotel room when he noticed you walking down the hall, suitcase in tow. You locked eyes. He gave you a small smile. "Thanks for the coffee, Y/N."

"Thanks for the 8 hours of sleep." You replied, grinning as you walked to your own room, which happened to be opposite to his.

"Do you want a hand with that?" Yoongi asked, pointing to your suitcase. It looked heavy and he could already see you struggling a little.

"Oh yeah, thanks." You said. Yoongi let his door swing shut and lock once more as he walked over to help you. He grabbed the case from you, moving it easily and you let him in to your room. His eyes fell on the bed, eyebrow raising.

"You're not sharing a room with anyone?" He asked. Usually everyone had to pair up in a hotel. Yoongi was stuck with Namjoon for this particular stay. He hoisted your suitcase on to the luggage rack.

"No," You said, yawning slightly. "There was an odd number. I'm a loner tonight."

"Lucky you."

"Y'know, I actually hate sleeping alone." You confessed with a laugh. Yoongi raised his brow in surprise. "If I'm alone I always need the tv or a podcast on."

"Is that why you begged to sleep with me last night? Pretended to be claustrophobic so you could get close to me?" Yoongi teased, earning him an eye roll from you. "Don't get any ideas tonight. That was a one time thing."

You threw the nearest pillow at him but Yoongi caught it, laughing at your attempted attack. "Just when I think you're being nice, you act like that." You sighed.

"I am nice." Yoongi defended himself.

"Not to me." You mumbled, but he caught it.

"Why do you think that?" He asked. You shook your head, dismissing both him and the question. Yoongi dropped the pillow and walked over to you, grabbing your arm. "No, go on, have some courage. Be honest with me."

You looked at each other in the eyes for a moment, yours searching his for an explanation for this sudden question.

"You have been cold, borderline rude to me since the day I started at BigHit." You said confidently, accepting his challenge to be courageous. "Every other person in that building has been more welcoming than you." Yoongi stayed silent, but his grip on your arm didn't falter.

"But you're used to that, arent you?" He said lowly, leaning in closely. You held your reserve, not even blinking as his face inched closer towards yours. "Attention." The word drips off his tongue like poison, almost as if it was a curse word.

"Says the Kpop Idol." You replied, coolly.

"I get attention because I work hard, not because I'm a pretty girl batting her eye lashes at every one." He replied, just as coolly as you had. You were going toe for toe here.

"So you're not a hot guy doing the same thing? Pfft." You were the first to break eye contact, rolling your eyes away from him. Yoongi couldn't help his stomach lurching at the fact that you just called him a hot guy. He never would have thought you would think that. He yanked your arm, pulling you closer so that your bodies were touch, your attention forced back to him.

"You're attracted to me, Y/N?" Yoongi said, his tone almost deadly now.

"As much as you are to me, I'd say." You said. His eyes flicked down to your lips, watching you wet them with your tongue. Before the logical side of his brain could intervene he grabbed the side of your face with his free hand, and crashed his lips against yours. It knocked you for a moment and he noticed you didn't kiss back right away but that quickly changed when he ran his tongue against your bottom lip, asking to be let in.

You parted your mouth for him and he dropped the death grip he had on your arm, bringing that hand to the small of your back, pressing your body even further in to his. The kiss started to get sloppy, he was losing control and he could tell you were too, nipping at his bottom lip and running hands through his hair.

Yoongi was vaguely aware of the bed behind him and he stumbled back, sitting on the edge. He guided you to his lap so that you were straddling him and he couldn't help but run his hands up your thighs, cupping your ass. "Yoongi," You moaned, breathless. He looked at you, your pupils blown wide, lips plump from kissing. "Yoongi we need to stop."

He knew you were right. But that didn't stop him from sliding a hand round the back of your neck and pulling you in for more. The hand that was on your ass slid up the back of your shirt and he expertly undid your bra clasp. His mouth went to your neck as he placed wet, desperate kisses there, relishing when it made you moan out loud.

His hands slid to your still clothed front and he moved them up under your bra, groaning in your neck at the feel of your tits. He'd wanted to touch them like this ever since he saw you that day at the pool. He couldn't take his eyes off of them then. And now he was so desperate he hadn't even bothered to remove your shirt. "Yoongi, ah - You moaned when he rolled your nipples between his thumbs. "Stop, stop, stop." Your words were coming out like moans.

Hands still on your breasts, he pulled away, using all of his willpower not to continue. Your chest was heaving. He couldn't help but want to fuck you right then and there. "You really want me to stop?" He asked, searching your eyes with his own. You nodded.

"Yes, this is a bad idea." You said quietly. Yoongi removed his hands from you and you rolled off his lap, sitting down beside him. He watched you reattach your bra and he couldn't help but feel a sting of rejection in his chest. You clearly wanted this too, so why were you denying him?

"At least I got further than Jin." He muttered, sighing. The next thing he felt was a slap on the arm. A rather hard slap on the arm.

"You're a fucking asshole for that, Min Yoongi. Get out of my room now!" You shouted.

"Gladly." He rolled his eyes, stuffing those hurt feelings down again once more and stormed out of your room.

***

Yoongi wasn't surprised when you completely ignored him at the show the next night. You didn't even glance in his direction once, he was almost impressed at your will and determination. When the show was done and everybody was leaving the venue, making their way to the tourbus his attention was on you, eyes on the back of your head as you walked with Jin and Namjoon. Even the screaming fans waiting outside the arena couldn't pull his attention away from you.

Once everyone was on the bus, most of the team settled downstairs for some drinks and to hang out. Yoongi noticed you excuse yourself and disappear upstairs. This was his moment. He seized the opportunity and followed you, slipping away unnoticed.

His eyes landed on you at your bunk, holding some clothes to sleep in. Clearly you were headed straight for bed. "Y/N?" Yoongi spoke quietly and although you didn't look at him he saw you freeze for a second. You ignored him and carried on getting your things ready for bed. "Y/N." Yoongi sighed. "Y/N look at me."

Why was it so easy for you to blank him? He was getting frustrated now. "Y/N I'm sorry!" He said louder.

"Keep your voice down." You said calmly. At least you'd acknowledged him. Still, you refused to look at him.

"I really am sorry, I was such an asshole yesterday." He said, his voice hushed now. You sighed and turned to look at him, hugging the bundle of clothing in your arms to your chest.

"That's ok." You said, almost coldly. You began to walk away but he stepped sideways, blocking your path, no way round him in the narrow space between the bunks.

"I mean it." He said, trying not to sound as frustrated as he was at your lack of emotion. You looked at him, almost bored. He felt that same flare of rejection in him as before. It stung, bitterly. "I'll be sleeping in the back again tonight if you want to talk." He offered.

You said nothing, pushing past him and walking away.

***

To Yoongi's utter and complete surprise you were already in the back lounge by the time he made it to bed. Propped up against the pillows, arms crossed and watching TV you didn't even look at him when he opened the door. "You're here." He said, shutting the door behind him. "Are you....sleeping here?"

"Depends on what you've got to say." You said quietly, eyes still on the screen. It was annoying him that you wouldn't look at him, so snatching the remote he turned it off. He wanted your full attention. Yoongi sat on the bed opposite you, not even asking permission if he could. At this point even if you had said no he wouldn't have listened. The fact that you were here meant you wanted to listen so he'd talk no matter what.

"I'm an asshole." He stated.

"Correct."

"You didn't deserve that." He paused.

"Even more correct." You added before he could speak again.

He sighed. Of course you weren't going to make it easy for him. You reminded him so much of himself in that moment he almost wanted to laugh. Did his friends feel this way too when he was being stubborn? "I really would like it if you would forgive me. Because I am sorry. Because we have to work together....and mostly, because I don't want to hurt anyone, let alone you."

He noticed your face soften a little at the last part of his apology. "I just don't understand why you would even say such a thing. Do you think I'm some kind of slut? Trying to fuck my way through BangTan?"

"No, no of course not..."

"Then why?" You pressed. "Have some courage, Yoongi." You mocked, using his own words from last night against him.

"You rejected me like you rejected Jin, and I was...hurt." He admitted. Yoongi hated feeling vulnerable and you were making him very vulnerable in that moment. He was the kind of person to just store up his negative feelings, letting them manifest themselves in other ways, mainly pouring the sadness into his songwriting.

"That's technically true." You agreed. "But I rejected Jin because I wasn't interested. I told you to stop because it was a bad idea to continue. I was definitely interested."

Yoongi raised a brow at you. That certainly made your shut down of him more bearable. "Is it really such a bad idea though?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"You know the answer to that." You rolled your eyes.

"What if it happened just once? I wouldn't tell anyone..." He tempted.

"It's too risky." You said, almost in a whisper. The way you were looking at him made Yoongi realise you were definitely at least considering it. Eyes studying his face, pupils wide.

"That's a shame, because I think it would be great."

The way you bit your lip in response sent desire shooting through his entire body. He picked up the edge of the blanket that was covering you and moved the entire thing to the side, exposing your body. Yoongi eyed your tiny shorts that barely covered your ass, marvelling at how amazing your legs were. "Yoongi," You whispered. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shifted so he was on his knees and crawled over you, using his hands to prop himself up, hovering just above your face. He was waiting for you to tell him to stop again but the words didn't come. He went for it, pressing his lips to yours, hungrily. You responded straight away, kissing him back with just as much need. He dropped down on to his forearms, holding you more comfortably and pressed himself in to you. The way you moaned in to his mouth only spurred him on.

He kissed down your neck to your collarbone, dragging down the material of your pyjama vest top along the way. His breath trapped in his throat when he saw you were braless. He palmed and grabbed at your tits, moving his mouth to the exposed nipple. He couldn't stop himself from grinning when you moaned. "Shhhh," He whispered, kissing back up to your throat. "We have to be quiet." He said against your skin, sucking and nipping the flesh between his teeth.

You were burning hot beneath him, panting with want. Yoongi let you pull his lips back to yours in a heated kiss, and he groaned into your mouth when you rubbed your hand over his clothed erection. "Fuck, Yoongi." You whispered at the contact, feeling the girth of him. He roughly took hold of your hand that was touching him and pinned it next to your head. He didn't want to get too worked up just yet.

With his free hand he pulled your pyjama shorts down your legs. His hand traced the outline of your pussy, teasing you. The way you shivered only turned him on more. "This is ok, right?" He murmured and you nodded. He took the consent and went straight for your clit, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. He watched you for a few moments, just taking it in. "Unbelievable." He murmured.

"Yoongi," You panted. He didn't relent, choosing to slip two fingers in to you. "Yoongi, god - ."

He couldn't wait any longer. Yoongi tore his hands away from you, pushing down his shorts and freeing his cock. He silently smirked at the way you eyed him in surprise. He took the hand you had stroked him with before and guided it to his length, encouraging you to move it up and down. It felt so good to him he was reluctant for you to stop, but after a few minutes he teared your hands away. "Can I fuck you, Y/N?" He whispered, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere he could reach. You nodded.

He positioned himself at your entrance, giving you one last look before pushing in swiftly. You gasped at the sensation. "Shhh," He mumbled, kissing you in to silence. "Do you want everyone to know you're getting fucked?" You blushed at his words and he couldn't help but smile a little.

Yoongi started to move, pistoning himself in and out of you, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. The way you were squeezing around him was making him light headed. He didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold on for, but he really wanted to watch you come undone around him. He guided your hand down to your clit, encouraging you to touch yourself. You looked incredible to him like this.

"Shit," You moaned. His thrusts were unsteady now and he was sloppily sucking on your neck. "Shit, I'm going to come."

Yoongi barely held on feeling you clamp around him. His release followed shortly after, and he groaned louder than he would have liked but it was involuntary. He collapsed on top of you, his shirt clinging to him, damp with sweat. "Fuck." He muttered, out of breath. He rolled off you and watched as you pulled your pj shorts back up. "I hope no one heard that. You're so loud." He gave you a lopsided grin and you flushed with embarrassment.

"Please don't tell anyone about this." You said quietly, once you'd sorted your self out. He laid on his back next to you, watching you curiously.

"I won't."

"I mean it," You stressed. You rolled on your side to face him. "They can't fire you, but I can be replaced in a heartbeat."

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest at your words. He knew you were right, and he knew he had got carried away. "I won't." He repeated. "It'll be our secret, ok?"

"Ok." You said, assured for now. He didn't even realise he was doing it but he leaned in and kissed your forehead, a surprisingly intimate gesture. He just wanted you to know he would keep his promise.

"Lets get some sleep, ok?" He mumbled, closing his eyes and getting comfortable. He felt you relax next to him and it made him feel strangely happy, warm even.

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Long time no see

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A/N: First time writing. Really wanted to write, but I think this is very bad. I don’t know how repetetive this is, but to me it seems very repetitive. Please be kind, but also I’m open for roasting. This isn’t a reader insert, this is more of an OC, but not really either. I feel like it’s somewhere in the middle. The watch that I wrote about is inspired by this watch. Also I don’t know much about 90s fashion, especially work fashion/clothing, I just think those type of necklaces that I made her wear look very neat.

Summary: She’s very done with work. On her way out she sees an old friend and they begin to catch up.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OC (I guess? But it can also be an insert. Seems somewhere in the middle for me. idk..)

Genre: angst(ish), fluff(ish)

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She layed in her bed on her left side staring into the distance of the room. Her heartbeat felt a lot more annoying than usual and even in a way painful. She looked at the clock. 4.37am. Not too bad?

‘If I fall asleep right now I'll be able to sleep for 3 hours and 23 minutes, which isnt that bad. I've had worse’. But she couldnt fall asleep. Various thoughts were plagueing her mind. After a couple more hours she couldnt take it anymore.

“For fucks sake” she mumbeled to herself and looked at the clock. 6.42. “good enough” she got up and went to the bathroom. Getting ready took up quite some time. She did want to look professional one last time. White button up, with a couple upper buttons undone, black blazer, black pants, black heels, a lariat necklace and a watch completed her look. She never liked pencil skirts. Not that it was a statement of some sort, more so that it made her feel uncomfortable. The hip hugging sensation, the way it looked, it just wasnt her cup of tea. Also she couldnt get much field work done in them.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

‘Looks like I'm going to a funeral’ a thought ran through her mind. In a way this was a funeral. The funeral of her career.

She thought about having breakfast but was too afraid to ruin her clothes.

‘Why didn't I think about this’ is all she thought mentally cursing at herself for not planning the little things.

She grabbed an apple, took a few bites and realised that that was not going to work, the nerves were kicking in and food didn't seem like their right companion. She grabbed her keys, her bag and went to take the last trip to the HQ.

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“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” her boss asked.

“Absolutely. I don't have any doubts” she said with a smile forming on her lips, but she knew she wasn’t sure.

“Well, it's difdicult to let such people like you go. It's tough losing good agents. But I wish you luck”

“Thank you. It was an honor working here and with you, sir” she said as she stood up.

“Likewise” her boss put out his hand and she reached out a shook it.

They nodded to each other and she walked out of his office.

It's not that she was a bad agent. Like her boss said, she was good, great, fine. But not great enough. She always felt underappreciated, but that wasn’t the reason why she decided to resign, or so she thought. It was everything else. Both physical and mental trauma. Getting shot left it's toll. She was never severely injured and thank goodness for that, but a couple of bullets pierced her arm once, one went to her lower abdomen and not to mention the times the tac vest saved her life, only leaving a pain in her chest rather than a gaping wound. All of these incidences made her think that maybe she was not only a lousy shot, but also a bit shortsighted, not quick enough, yet she never spoke about these worries and kept everything to herself. The physical scars were fine, they healed and stopped hurting, but the mental ones... She never forgot those moments when she got shot, or when she shot someone else. Losing coworkers left a mark. Losing partners, now that left a huge mark... After working for what felt like centuries, she started thinking whether this is really making any difference. Is it actually doing any good? So many people dead, so much blood shed, so many lives ruined. Being morally gray? Yeah, seems about right..

Working overtime surely didn’t help the situation. She wasn’t a workaholic, at least that’s what she had told herself. Working overtime, obsessing over details and usually getting little to no progress at all led her right into burn out teritory. And one day, she had enough. She talked to her boss about quitting after she finishes off one last case. He tried to talk her out of it, somehow drag out the case, giving her more paperwork or by making her chase loose ends, hoping she would change her mind. She did her job, being the great agent she is (or was), and finished everything yesterday. As she handed the case report to her boss, a letter of resignation was attatched to it. Today she only came in to gather the rest of her stuff from her office and tie up any loose ends, and say goodbye to her coworkers.

She didn’t have that many things in her office. She kept it simple, nothing too personal. She didn’t even need a box, she had cleared most of the framed honors yesterday. She looked through the rest of the office to see if she forgot anything. She checked the drawers of her desk and in one of them there was something she’d left yesterday, not knowing whether to leave it there, throw it out or take it with her. It was a watch. She hesitated.

“Oh what the hell” she said as she took it and put it in her pocket.

Finally she was done. She didn’t even stop to look at the now empty office. She was quite done, she had been for a while. She started walking down the corridor. As she reached the first floor she glanced at her watch.

“11am, not too bad” she mumbled to herself.

She looked up and a few meters right in front of her she saw a man. They locked eyes and something felt so familiar, so nice, so heartwarming. A smile formed on the man’s face.

“My my my, what a sight for sore eyes” she said with a huge smile which almost made her chuckle.

“Sad to hear your eyes are sore” he said and chuckled a little bit himself while going in for a hug. He smelled like he always had (she could never tell the exact composition, but it reminded her of cardamom and cedar) and she found it comforting in a way, especially on this day.

“How have you been?” she asked pulling away from the hug.

“I’ve..” he hesitated for a bit while looking at her. “I just resigned. Had enough of this bullshit”

“Oh wow. How come? I heard you did a great jo-”

“I did what I had to do. Or at least what seemed right to do” he said as he looked at the floor. “Anyway, what about you, how have you been?” he asked trying to change the subject.

“Oh I... I actually quit today too” she said, with a little quiver in her voice.

The man looked at her and raised an eyebrow. This not only surprised him, but made him a little bit upset. He was never big on picking up emotions and feelings, but this just felt somehow a bit off.

“You? Quitting? That doesn’t seem like you”

“Well, I had enough of this bullshit too”. She forced a smile.

“So, are you done for today then?”

“Yeah, pretty much so. I was just about to head out. Go...home.” she said with a sudden wave of sadness washing over.

“Wanna get a drink?” He thought that whatever she was going through could be washed away with a drink, at least for a moment.

“It’s like 11 am”

“Right... and I forgot you don’t drink”

“Yeah, I don’t drink. So how about some coffee?”

“Yeah, sure”

“Javier Peña, man of many words, like always” she smiled with some memories flooding her mind.

“Shut it” he said smiling, feeling surprisingly blissful at the sight of her smiling.

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“So why did you quit?” Javier asked bluntly.

“Straight to the point, huh”

He tilted his head a bit and smiled.

“It just doesn’t seem like you. You always seemed to love the job, the rush it gave you”

“It did once. But it was getting too much. And I couldn’t take it after I lost my partner” she said with a shaky voice. She visibly got upset, but cleared her throat “sorry” she smiled.

“No, it’s ok. We don’t have to talk if you do-”

“No it’s fine. I should talk about it. It’s been months. And the longer I keep it to myself the worse it’ll be”

Just as she was about to begin talking the waiter came and brought their drinks.

“Thank you” she said to the waiter and flashed a smile. Javier always loved how she was kind like that.

“Black coffee? I thought you hated straight up black coffee”

“Well, I thought I’d spice up my life with something I don’t usually get” she said and took a sip, regret forming on her face.

“How’s that spice?” Javier said trying not to laugh.

“It’ll... It’ll grow on me”. They both giggle.

“I’ve heard that many times before. It’s been years and still no progress” he said still trying to control the slight chuckle.

“It’s really been years, hasn’t it?” she said and looked at him. They both stared into each other’s eyes for a bit, some form of nostalgia washing over both of them, until she reached out into her pocket and pulled something out. “Speaking of years, or well, time I guess. Here’s what I found”. She showed Javier that silver watch she took from her drawer before she left the office.

“No way.. is that? Is that my watch?” he said and reach out for it. She handed him the watch, their hands touching for a bit and she remembered that day.

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It was a hot summer day and the car surely wasn’t parked in a shade before they got in it.

“Oh fuck” Javier said as he sat behind the wheel.

“You could actually cook something in here” she said and fanned herself with her hand.

They sat in silence for a bit. Javier rubbed his face with his hands while she sat on the passenger side with the door wide open, rubbing her right temple.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Javier asked as he looked over to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. He knocked the wind out of me, but everything seems fine”

“He would have thrown you out the window”

“He would have done a lot more, if it weren’t for your quick thinking. Thanks by the way”

“That’s the least I could do for a partner” Javier said as he looked her up and down.

They sat in the silence for a little bit.

“He tore off my watch, broke it” she said as she rubbed her left wrist, which most likely hurt since her facial expression shifted once she touched it. “It was my dad’s gift” she said with sadness in her voice.”I have a date tonight, and I don’t even know what time it is” she smiled a bit, thinking to herself that it was a bit absurd to think about such a thing after all that just happened.

Javier looked at his watch.

“Well it’s currently 6:47pm. And as I remember you have that date at 8pm.” Javier looked at his watch for a bit too long and unclasped it. “Here, take it” he said holding out his watch.

“What? Javi, I don’t need a watch that desperately, I’ll manage”

“Just take it for tonight, I know you don’t wanna be late, you like that guy. And we always get too focused on paper work to pay attention to the lobby clock”

She looked at his hand with his watch in it and thought for a moment before reaching out and touching Javier’s hand.

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“Some last day of trainee work that was” Javier said placing the watch on the table and bringing her back to present day. It seemed like he was reliving that same moment. “And you’ve kept the watch for so long”

“I forgot to return it the next day. And then we were transfered to different locations. I couldn’t just throw it out. I always wanted to return it.”

“It stayed with you for that long you should keep it” Javier said and took a sip of his coffee.

“Well it did get me through that date”

“Some date that was. You married the guy” he said with some heartache and bitterness, regretting his words seconds after as he cursed at himself, he should’ve thought more before speaking, he didn’t want to upset her.

“Some marriage that was. We ultimately got divorced” she took a sip of her coffee to wash away those rancid words with the bitter liquid, but decided that she hated it.

“Sorry for bringing it up” Javier said and looked at his own coffee cup. He felt like he was hitting all of the wrong spots today. Like poking a wounded animal with a stick. He didn’t want to do that. He’s been fond of her from their academy days and the feeling always increased with their every meeting, especially when they moved up from being just trainees to special agents.They didn’t get to see each other as much, but they would run into each other from time to time, catch up. The last time they had a catching up session like this was after the Escobar case, right before Javi went to spend some time back at his hometown.

“No, it’s fine.. It’s fine. So what are you going to do now that you’re free?” she emphasised the word free.

“I’m going back to Laredo. Gonna spend some time with my dad, help him out. He’s not getting any younger. What about you?”

“Oh, I don’t....know” she said as she twisted the cup of coffee in her hands.

Javier didn’t like this mood she was in. Quitting her job, not having a plan on what to do next. She was always one step ahead, organised. He knew that something was wrong and it broke his heart. She was probably hurting, as he guessed.

“Why don’t you come to Laredo with me for a while?” this time he said it after some thought, but still it felt like a wild card to him.

She looked up at him, with surprise on her face.

“Javi I-”

“I’m sure some fresh air and good company would do you go. We have plenty of room at home, you’d be welcome. And you don’t have any plans so” he clears his throat “I think..I’d be a good..idea”

“But, Javi, I wouldn’t want t-”

“You won’t be bothering anyone”

“What about your dad? I wouldn’t want to impose”

“Trust me, he likes company. So what do you say?”

“I mean it’s a big deal”

“It’s really not. Just for a couple of weeks”

“Ok, fine” she said as she took the watch that was still laying on the table and put it in her pocket.

“Great” Javier said as he took a sip of his coffee. He finally felt some relief in his heart.

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When she got back home it was already 5pm. Where did the time go? They spent their time talking about their academy days, and their trainee days, also talking a bit about the trip.

“What did I get myself into” she said as she poured herself a glass of water.

She brushed a hand over the side of her blazer and was reminded of the watch that was still in her pocket. She took it out and looked at it, caressing it with her thumb as a smile grew on her face. And to think she wanted to throw it away. Gosh, what a foolish move would that have been. She never realises just how much she had missed him until they meet again and this time was to exception.

“Yeah... Some date that was” she said as she sat at the kitchen table still looking at the watch, contemplating the events of today. She stopped her thoughts and realised what she actually had agreed to do - travel to Laredo with Javi- and laughed to herself.

“Well... maybe it’ll be fun” she said to herself, as she took a nother sip of water, with somewhat forced positivity, but excitement too.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x OC #Narcos #fanfic

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Hypnos- Chae Hyungwon

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a/n: For better reading keep in mind that the words in italic are Hyungwons train of thoughts.

Genre: Fantasy (ancient greek gods)

Words: 2508

Info: I won´t be writing this and the other six stories fully based on the actual mythological gods and their myths. I will be making changes or only taking aspects that are fitting the ideas I had for each imagine.

Warnings: None (maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m trying to improve.) Have mercy)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me please if this is shared or published in any other platform. Picture is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. !!!

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Inspired by @monxhours (IG) ♡

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It was 9 am when the god woke up what was quite unusual and would make anyone worried. No matter if he was related to him or not. The god would make anyone ask him if he is alright or needed anything because he is not the type to wake up early or stay awake for too long. And today was a day like that. A day his mother probably would come and worriedly check up on him since he never wakes up before 11 in the morning. But neither was his mother knocking on his door nor any other god what was making him happy and feel at ease.

You see Hypnos had a habit. A habit of always keeping his eyes closed for a while whenever he wakes up. Him keeping his eyes closed does not mean that he is planning to go back to sleep. No, in fact he just likes the calm silence every morning brings. Back at home he does not have that calming silence he loves and enjoys so much since Hades always sends one of his hellhounds to wake him up. One could be thinking that he does that to annoy the young god since he knows how much he loves sleeping but that´s not the case. Hades simply loves the boy and enjoys his accompany a lot which why he always invites him over for meals. Even his hellhounds he sends to wake him up love him to the point that they simply sit in front of his bed until he wakes up. And when he does so, they wait until they get a sign from him that allows them to crawl up to him and cuddle with him. Hades hellhounds are aggressive creatures that don´t know love, peace, mercy or sleep. But when it gets to him they do. They enjoy his presence because he can make them feel calm and feel at ease what sometimes irritates the other gods since he has such a power over the hellhounds.

Hypnos kept his eyes closed and focused on his breathing and his heartbeat for another hour and sat up with a satisfied smile on his lips. With a sigh he stood up and walked into his bathroom to take a warm shower and to get ready for a late breakfast. On days like these where he wasn´t home he would usually call his brother Changkyun to have breakfast with him but he decided not to do so and have it on his own. It was Monday and for humans a busy day. A day some like but some other hate if not even despise.

The day went by and Hypnos lazily decided to do nothing and just wait until it gets dark again. The time period of life he likes the most. It was not because he could sleep in peace at that time no it was because he could see other people sleep but mostly see them dream.

Dreaming is a beautiful state of unconsciousness. A state he loved to be in and experience over and over again. No matter if it was him dreaming or others. Something he thought was sad and always made him get lost in his thoughts was the aspect of knowing that there are humans who simply couldn´t dream. People who couldn´t experience the beauty of dreaming and it´s power. The thought about that always filled him with sadness. But lately there was something that made it even worse. Something that had the power to replace the happiness he always felt in his heart and soul fill with pure sorrow and pain. So he was waiting again. Again for it to get dark again so he could go to the same place he went yesterday night. A place he visits every two days since a few months now. You´re probably wondering where he always goes at night and what made him sad to this point? You might be confused on why a god, someone who has everything and is everything one can dream off, can be filled with so much sadness. A god might be an eternal creature. A majestic creature filled with power, wisdom and wealth but that doesn´t mean that they don´t have feelings and needs too. In fact you might not believe it but they even cry. And that’s what Hypnos did a while ago too. He might be someone with a huge pride and ego but at that time everything flew away in a blink of an eye.

Slowly the time was passing and the day was preparing to come to an end. The sun was slowly setting and sending its last rays of light into the young gods bedroom in which he was sitting in his bed with a cup of hot coffee. With him slowly emptying his coffee and the sun giving his last farewell the day finally came to an end and he prepared to get ready.

Should I wear something comfy or classy? He went through his wardrobe and decided to wear a simple but at the same time elegant looking outfit. Black jeans, black turtleneck and a beige coat with a few gold accessories. After looking at the mirror for the last time he left his house. Locking the door to his front he took a deep breath before he made his way to New York. In a blink of an eye he changed places and was now standing on the roof of the empire state building while looking down at the busy streets of New York. Should I get her something? Maybe some sweets? She has a sweet tooth anyways and might get happy. After getting some sweets and some snacks for himself he made his way to her. But this time he decided to move just like a human. He took the subway and observed everything and every person around him. While doing so something caught his attention and made him realize in what kind of a generation he exists now. Wherever he looked people where busy looking at their phones and taking pictures here and there. No one was really smiling and enjoying themselves like they should be. But how on earth was he supposed to tell them that they are wasting their time. Time that was precious. Time he gave them. Time he gifted them the day they were born with the hope they might do something productive and useful with it. But he was wrong. Even miserably wrong to a extend he even regrets giving them that much of a time. Sometimes he just can´t help it and finds himself running into Hades or Apostros palace just to complain and give them a list of people that never seems to end. A list of people he gives them and tells them to take their lives because they don´t deserve it.

With a sigh he got out at the station he wanted to drop off and started to walk until he arrived at his destination. After a thirty minutes walk he arrived at the place he wanted and stopped in front of huge white gates. At the left of the gate there was a doorbell he pressed on it for exactly three seconds just like he was told. Just right after he let go off it the voice of a man filled the empty street he was standing on. “Who is it?”, Hypnos cleared his throat and spoke with the gentle voice he shared with his beloved mother the goddess of night, the Nyx. “Chae Hyungwon here.”. Just right after he said his name the gates where opened and he could enter the property.

Surely was Hypnos his name because that was what he was. Hypnos the god of sleep, illusion and time. The god humans adored and respected just like all the others but he didn´t wanted to be called like that by his friends nor the other gods. No matter if they were his relatives or not. He wanted to feel normal when he was around them. So he decided to visit Zeus and talk with him. At the Olymp he made his way to the palace of the godfather to find him in his office. He sat down in front him and told him about his small concern what made the godfather laugh and call his wife Hera. “Look love. Our Hypnos finally came too.” He said and gave him a fatherly smile. The young god was confused until Hera explained to him that his friends came way earlier than him to talk with Zeus about that. He came five years after them what made him wonder if you would ever come too. Hera even told him afterwards that Zeus even was betting with Poseidon on it and made even the other gods curious. The names of his friends were all chosen by Zeus himself what made the others think on what name he would give the well-known and loved Hypnos. And Zeus did not disappoint anyone with the name choice. Chae Hyungwon.

With a genuine smile on his lips he walked past the little waterfall with the stature in which Hera the godmother was portrait and made his way to the front door of the orphanage that was opened by the director himself. “Good evening Mr. Chae. How was your day?” asked the middle aged man in front of him. “Thank you it was quite pleasing. How about yours? Tiring as always?” The man in front of the god shook his head and smiled. “Surprisingly it was quite calm so I could finish a lot of work. I’m really thankful for the new educators.”, “That´s great to hear. Tell me is Rosalie still awake?”

The director nodded and told him that she was at the backyard sitting at her usual spot at the swing. Hypnos thanked the man and left to find the little girl he was thinking about the whole day again. On his way there a lot of little children greeted him and made sure that the smile he had on his lips only grew. After he made his way to the backyard where he found the little five years old girl he stood a bit aside from her to listen to her daily evening talk with her parents.

“…and then I was about to win but it was Marks turn before me so he won. Although I did really well this time… You see that wouldn´t have happened if you would be here with me. You could have helped me to win you know. But it´s ok. I learn to win without you.” Hearing the little girls voice tremble while talking broke Hyungwons heart into million pieces. He was the god of time but not even he was able to turn back time to save her parents from the death. Once the fate of one is written down absolutely nothing can change that. If only he could tell her how sorry he was. “Rosalie?”, he softly spoke and made a step towards the little girl to not scare her. Hearing his voice she wiped her tears away and turned around to look into his eyes. He thought that she would be smiling and get happy by seeing him but sadly that was not the case. She ran into his arms and cried even more. “It´s mamas birthday and she is not here. Why is she not here Hyungwon?”. He took her into his arms and carried her to her room while telling her it´s okay to cry and that he was there for here. In her room he sat her down on her bed and wiped her tears away. “Want me to put you to bed and stay with you until you fall asleep?” in between little sobs she replied with a soft nod. He took off his coat and got her ready for bed. He brushed her teeth and changed her clothes. Finished and ready he carried her to her bed and lay down next to her himself.

“You see my little fairy. Sometimes things happen in life one can´t explain. Sometimes there will be changes in life that we can not understand or explain they just happen. You see humans are meant to leave this world one day. Some at a really young age and some at a really old age but they all leave and that´s ok. That’s alright. And it´s also alright and understandable to cry when a beloved one leaves.”. Hyungwon softly talked to her while holding her in his arms and brushing through her hair. “But why did they left me behind then? Do they not love me anymore?”, she asked the god and hid her face in his chest while her eyes got teary again. “I can only assure you that they loved you and still do. Even more than you loved them or ever could. They are your parents they only want the best for you. They might be not here with you anymore but they still are in your heart and mind. And they are here with you right now in this room you just can´t see them because they are angels now who have the task to take care of you no matter what happens. And beside that you will forever and always be able to feel their love and affection when you promise to keep them in your heart forever. Will you do that little fairy?”, he asked and made the little girl look up to him in his eyes. “I will forever because I love them.”, she answered him while a few little tears streamed down her red cheeks. “That´s right. Now it´s time for you to sleep and say hello to your parents in your dreams. Wanna do that? I’m sure they are waiting for you and wondering why you didn´t came yet.” Rosalie looked him in the eyes with confusion what made him laugh. “Sleep and you´ll see what I mean. But don´t forget to congratulate your mother on her birthday from me and make sure to tell your father I said hello.” Hyungwon knew that the little girl was still confused and wanted to ask him questions but he didn´t let her start and made her slowly drift into sleep. He put a tender and loving kiss on top of her head and slowly stood up from the bed and put on his coat. Before he left he made sure she was tucked in properly and stroked her cheek softly for the last time. While putting the few hair strands that fell on her face behind her ear he whispered a soft “Good night fairy.”. He put the small pack of candies he brought her on her nightstand and made his way towards her door when he heard her quietly say ”Mama. Hyungwon said Happy Birthday to you.”

With a smile on his lips and a few tears of joy and satisfaction leaving his eyes, he left her room and the orphanage behind just to go and give his own beloved mother a visit

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rxsie-the-demon · 4 years

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Brooklyn Baby | JJ Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST | chapter one

chapter summary: Nikki goes out of her comfort zone and bonds with Kie, while still remaining curious about what happened last summer. At a party, Topper gets a little too touchy, and Nikki (surprisingly) befriends Rafe and Wheezie.

warnings: drinking, smoking, HARD DRUGS, swearing (oops), HARRASSMENT (topper gets VERY touchy) so if that makes u uncomfy just skim over that, and a conversation about addiction/rehab and therapy

word count: 5029

Chapter 2: Cinnamon Girl

If I had to choose, B Days would be my least favorite. On B days, I have no classes with anyone I know, except English with Kelce at the end of the day.

And no one to sit with at lunch.

On my second day of school, when I realized I had no one to sit with, I ate in the library. You’re allowed to, so long as you clean up after yourself and stuff.

Walking into the huge cafeteria, with clean white titles and those long foldable school tables, I decided to do the same thing today; just sit in the library by myself, and maybe read or shop online, The tall walls of the cafeteria were decorated with motivational quotes and the school’s athletic accomplishments.

But when I was walking towards the lunch line, I saw Kiara sitting by herself out of the corner of my eye, head down on the table. Which made me feel really, really sad for her.

I stood in line quietly, AirPods in my ears, scrolling through Instagram when I found Kiara’s page. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on it.

Her page reminded me of this social activist that I follow that of a social activist I follow, the difference being that Kiara’s page was mostly environment-focused, with the occasional selfie and pics of her friends.

Clicking on one of her them, a selfie with her and her four friends on a boat during sunset, I saw a slightly sunburned brunet with his arm wrapped around one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She’s probably a TikToker, I thought. Sunburn had a dark blue bandana wrapped around his neck and had his shirt unbuttoned. Major surfer boy vibes.

Next to Tiktok, was Kiara, with bright eyes and a bright smile. Completely different from the girl who sits behind me in APUSH. The boy next to Kiara had dark skin and curly hair. He was wearing a hat, like Sunburn and the other boy next to him. And judging from the way his arm was around her waist, Hat totally had a thing for Kiara.

But the last boy, holy shit, if I thought Sunburn was cute, Hot Blonde Boy was another level. He was the one taking the picture, with one arm stretched out to hold the phone and the other one, covered shiny rings, was posing with, like, the rock hand sign? I think that’s what it’s called: with his index and pink fingers up, and the rest like they’d be balled in a fist. His messy blonde hair was being held together by a red snapback, and he was shirtless except for his shark tooth necklace. His tan went well with his bright, energetic eyes and big smile but...oh my gosh. His hands. They were big, with long fingers, and his arms were a little veiny and-

I put my phone away. Nuh-uh, I’m not going to be thirsting over a random guy’s hands, especially when that guy could literally be dead, or worse, the crazy dude who tried to shoot Topper.

Not that I don’t understand why someone would want to shoot Topper.

I grabbed my tray, putting a Chicken Caesar salad bowl (yum), a bowl of grapes (double yum), and a water bottle onto my tray. Remembering that Kiara didn’t have any food with her, I grabbed a hamburger, too.

I paid for my food and walked towards the utensil holder, debating whether or not I should just go to the library or sit with Kiara. I mean, I should sit with her, she’s by herself and is going through a hard time, but then again, I hardly know her. Besides exchanging numbers with her yesterday and not even texting her, I never interacted with the girl. She’ll probably think I’m just talking to her to get tea for Topper and Scarlet.

But then again, I already bought her a hamburger.

I walked over to her table. She was wearing a similar outfit as she was yesterday, the only difference being she was wearing light blue jeans. So, yay? A bit of color?

I sat down across from her and put my tray down quietly, not wanting to scare her. “Hey.”

Her head shot up immediately. Her soft brown eyes looked so tired, her light brown skin looking ashy and dull. Her dark brown hair, with it’s nice, defined beach wave curls, was tied back in a bun in her hood. When she saw who it was, her face softened. “Oh, hi.”

“I hope it’s ok I’m sitting with you, I don’t know anyone else in this lunch and I thought it’d be good to discuss our project.” I waved my hands around a bit before opening the plastic lid of my salad.

She nodded, eyeing my food for a second.

My heart hurt. Of course, she has the money to buy food, that’s not the issue. She probably hasn’t been eating out of grief.

“So I’m Indian, duh,” I waved my hand in front of my face and she smiled softly, “and I thought this was a chicken burger, but it’s beef. And I can’t eat beef, because, ya know, Hindus don’t eat beef. So, like, could you do me a solid and eat this for me? I hate wasting food and I’d feel awful if I threw it out.” I slid the burger towards her.

She nodded, pulling it towards her and taking a small bite.

I poured my croutons into my salad and started quietly eating when I heard Kiara mumble, “Thank you.”

I glanced up at her for a second, only to look back down. “Don’t thank me. I bought that on accident.”

“I saw you staring at me in line. And...I haven’t eaten in the past two days.”

I looked back at Kiara, who was looking everywhere but me. I decided to just ask.

“It’s because of what happened to your friends, right? You’re mourning?”

She nodded, still not looking at me.

“I understand. Grief isn’t something that has, like, a definitive answer. You just gotta let it run its course,” I said, putting my hand in front of my mouth because I was chewing.

Kiara nodded again and took another bite, a bigger one this time. I mentally high-fived myself for getting her to eat. I didn’t think it’d work.

“So, what do you want to do for the project?” I asked.

Kiara shrugged. “We could do current events. Maybe something environment related?”

“Like, an advertisement? We make a video talking about pollution or something?”

“Yeah! Or maybe we could organize something and get a bunch of people to come together and, like, clean up the beach?”

“Or we could go out on boats and find trash in the ocean?”

“That too!” Kiara’s eyes were shining now, and she was smiling. Wide. Much like the girl whose Instagram I was stalking.

“Sweet. Ok, so, the environment is one thing, do we have any other ideas? Like, isn’t the Outer Banks also famous for shipwrecks or something? I heard The Royal Merchant sank here. Maybe we could do a project on that?”

Kiara stiffened up when I mentioned shipwrecks. Did I say something wrong?

Shit. Her friends died at sea, how could I be so stupid?

“That’s...not a bad idea, actually. I happen to know a lot about The Royal Merchant. More than I want to know, actually,” She chuckled. She looked down at her hands, and then looked back up. “John B, my friend who died at sea over the summer, he and his dad were obsessed with finding it. We actually-,” she leaned closer to me. “We actually found it. But, uh, the gold isn’t there.”

My eyes went wide. I leaned forward, too. “Well, where is the gold then? Do you know?”

Kiara nodded. “In the Bahamas.”

“How the f- How did it get there, if the shipwreck happened here and no one knew where it was until you and your Pogue friends found it?”

She sighed. “Long story. I’ll tell you another day.”

“Wait-”

The lunch bell rang. I sighed as we stood up and grabbed our bags, walking towards the doors to leave for class. I really want to know how the gold ended up in the Bahamas.

“Well, thanks for lunch, Nikki!”

“Of course, Kiara, that’s what friends are for,” I smiled.

Kiara beamed. “Call me Kie.”

I was overjoyed. A friend. A real, actual friend. “Kie. Fantastic. Hey, Kie, do you know anyone named Rafe by any chance?”

Kie narrowed her eyes. “Yea, why?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just invited to his birthday party this Saturday.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Be careful around him, ok? Talk to you later!”

“Uh, bye!”

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Yellow, or blue?

I held both dresses up to myself, looking in the mirror.

Saturday came, and it was time for Rafe’s party.

The party starts at 9 and was gonna last all night, but Topper wanted to take me out to eat, so at 7:30, I’m still deciding which dress to wear.

Both dresses are sundresses, short, flowy with shirred backs and knotted straps. They are literally the same dress, down to the little polka dots, just in different colors. I could wear either one, because I kept my makeup simple: concealer, nude eye shadow, mascara, and clear lip gloss.

I texted Kiara, asking her to choose a color, to which she responded yellow. We managed to get really close in just three days, which made me happy, because I felt that she was my only real friend at school, and, well, I was her only friend there.

I slipped the dress on and matched it with my white Birkenstocks. I went over to my dresser table (yes I have two mirrors in my room, sue me) and put on my white tassel fringe earrings. I kept my ‘Om’ necklace on.

I admired myself. My light brown skin looks good with the yellow and white, and my jet black hair, which I decided to not straighten, had slight waves, and reached my shoulders. I look like a rich, beach girl. A Kook, I suppose.

I grabbed my phone, taking a quick mirror selfie and snapping it to Topper, captioned ‘i’m readyyy’. He opened it immediately.

‘Damnn u look hot,’ he typed out. Ew.

‘aw ty,’ I typed back. ‘where r u?’

‘I’m omw. U have ur bag? The party’s on a yacht and there’ll be a pool.’

‘swim suit’s packed’

‘Fantastic. I’ll be there soon.’

I locked my phone, putting it into my purple and black NYU drawstring bag that also held my black bikini and a towel. I grabbed the bag hopped down the stairs.

Mallory and Krish, my sister-in-law and brother, were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey losers. My friend’s gonna be here any minute to pick me up.”

Mallory turned to face me, smiling. “Aw, you look cute! Have fun, and be safe, ok?”

“If you’re gonna be coming in, like, super late,” Krish added, not taking his eyes off the TV, “try to be as quiet as possible. Diya is a really light sleeper.”

Diya, my 5-month-old niece, made baby sounds. I took a couple steps forward and saw she was spread out on the floor, in her fluffy pink blanket, chewing on her gloved hands. I waved at her.

“Don’t worry, if I wake her up, I’ll take care of her. I don’t plan on drinking or smoking or anything tonight. Well, maybe drinking, but that’s it.”

They laughed. “Ok, ok, just have fun,” Mal said.

I sat on the floor, playing with Diya, until 7:50, when the doorbell rang, revealing Topper, wearing a black button-down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows (bless), Air Force 1s, ripped jeans, and a Gucci belt.

He smiled. “Ready to go?”

I smiled back. “Yep.” I turned to face Krish and Mal. “Bye Mom, bye Dad!”

“Bye, hun!” Mallory called out. They smiled and Top, too, and waved.

I closed the door and left, and Topper grabbed my hand to lead me to the car. “Sorry, I’d have introduced you to my parents, but they were too busy, like, ogling at my baby sister,” I half lied.

Topper laughed, “No worries. I’ll have plenty of chances to meet them, I hope?”

I smiled. “Yep, I hope so too.”

A complete lie.

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Dinner with Topper was...interesting. Instead of taking me to some fancy restaurant or whatever, he took me to this cute little diner closer to the beach, but not close to The Cut, according to him. “There are a bunch of restaurants here in the Banks,” he had said. “But not a lot of people know about this one. That’s why it’s my favorite.” He winked, and I nearly vomited in my mouth.

The place was real old-timey, with the little booths and a jukebox. We had burgers and shared a plate of fries and a milkshake. And honestly? It would’ve been really romantic if I actually liked Topper like that.

Don’t get me wrong, Topper is hot. He’s sweet to me, like cotton candy sweet, and really affectionate. I love touchy boys (consensual, of course, or they get their shit rocked), but he’s always grabbing my hand and playing with my hair. Which would be fine, but I barely know him.

And ever since he admitted to drowning that John B kid, whatever potential feelings I had just...disappeared. That paired with his Holier-than-thou attitude and his blatant classism makes him everything I would hate in a person, let alone a potential boyfriend.

Besides, I know the real reason he’s flirting with me. The Kook King of High School needs a Queen, and with his ex gone, everyone wants me to step into that role. Any other time, I’d be happy to be That Girl. But something just feels wrong about this.

Lots of people have told me I remind them of Sarah, apparently because she, too, was a bit of a social activist and an environmental freak (no wonder her and Kie were friends) which just confirms the fact that I’m just a replacement.

But, besides Kie, I have no other friends at OBX High. I have no choice but to go with it.

Driving close to the dock, I could hear loud music playing from somewhere. Leaning forward, I saw the yachts, one of them in particular already pretty full of people and neon lights.

“Yeah, Rafe tends to go all out on parties,” Topper remarked, gesturing towards the boats as he parked. “But they’re always fun.”

I nodded, plastering on a smile. I grabbed his hand. “Fantastic. Lead the way.”

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Ok, I have to hand it to OBX kids. They know how to get turnt.

At 9:30, the yacht left the dock and headed towards the sea. By 10, the party was in full form, with kids dancing, singing, swimming, smoking, drinking, everything!

It was a glorious mess.

Right now it’s 10:30, and I’d been dancing with Top when we decided to go get something to drink.

We went to the bar and I told Topper to just one of whatever he was drinking for me, so he got two Mai Tais. The bartender looked really worried, because, you know, more than half the kids at this party are underaged, so I slipped him a 50 for his troubles.

Top and I walked away, laughing at the bartender’s confused face. The familiar feeling of alcohol started to wash

We walked around and talked about life and the universe, and when we finished our drinks, we went to the deck.

I leaned onto the railing, staring into the ocean.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked softly. Growing up in Brooklyn Heights, I was never one for the ocean. I mean, sure, there were beaches an hour or two away from my old home that I visited often, but I was always a city girl. But this, this was something else entirely. The way the pale, white moonlight shined on the dark blue ocean, it was comforting, almost.

“Yeah,” Topper whispered back, wrapping his arm around my cold body, “really is beautiful.” I turned and saw him staring at me, smiling just a tiny bit. I shoved him lightly.

“You’re so corny,” I laughed.

“Maybe, but I made you smile, didn’t I?”

“...Shut up.”

We laughed, and he wrapped both arms around me and pulled me close to him. I stiffened a bit. Calm down, Nikki. It’s not that big a deal. But it is. I hate leading people on and I hated that he was always touching me.

I snuck my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. I’m short, I’ll admit it, standing at a towering five foot four with my two-inch platforms. Topper, on the other hand, is six feet tall, so my head tucked in just underneath his.

We stayed like that for a bit, swaying softly to some pop song. I felt myself relaxing, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Hey, Nikki?”

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, I really like you.”

I pulled back and looked at Topper, who was fidgeting with my hair, and I narrowed my eyes “Wait, actually?”.

I hope he’s joking. He’s known me for less than a week! I mean, sure, you can have an instinct attraction to someone, yadda yadda, and maybe he wants to get to know me better, or whatever. Fine.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like him that, but I find his declaration of feelings a little ridiculous.

“Yea, I do. I know we just met, but I really want to get to know you more. No, I’m not asking you out...unless you want to date, that is, but I feel insanely attracted to you.” He brushed his hair back nervously.

I could reject Topper, and risk my popularity and social standing. It could end up well, it could end up terribly. But if I say I like him back, which is a lie, I guarantee my place as the most popular girl in the Outer Banks.

I place my right hand on his shoulder and my left hand on his cheek. Standing on my toes, I gently guide his face to mine.

As I close my eyes, I imagine that I’m not about to kiss Topper, but Hot Blonde Boy from Kie’s Instagram.

His lips are soft, really soft, and Top’s hands drop to my waist to pull me closer to him.

After we pull away, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and gently kisses my forehead.

“I like you too, Top,” I lied, “but I don’t want to rush into anything. We just met, and I’ve rushed into things before, and they never ended well, and-”

“Hey, hey, I get it,” he takes his hand to my chin and lifts it up so that I’m looking at him instead of the floor. “We can go as slow as you like, all right?”

I smile and nod. Top cups my face in his hands, and right before he can kiss me, I pull away and say, “Let’s go swimming! I’m going to go change, ok?”

He nods, ruffling his hair. I turn, pulling my phone out from my duffel bag and sending a text to Kie.

‘sos i just kissed topper.’

I walk into one of the changing rooms and change into my bikini. As I’m stuffing my dress into my bag, I see I get a text back.

‘dumbass!!’

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Apparently, when I said I wanted to go swimming, it translated to yeeting me into the pool and then jumping in after, and then us splashing each other, non-stop. I mean, I guess that is what you do at a pool party, but I have no idea. Usually, I just stand around and eat food and, you know, don’t actually go into the water.

It was fun and all, yea, but I was uncomfortable the entire time because he couldn’t- no, wouldn’t- keep his hands off of me.

After it became too much, I jumped out of the pool and sat down on one of the chairs, wrapped my towel around myself and feeling really uncomfortable. Topper climbed out after me and sat down at my feet. “Did I, uh, do something?”

Yeah, you won’t stop touching me, bro.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just got a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” I checked the time on my phone. I had an idea. “Hey, I’m going to go find Kelce and Scarlet, ok?”

“Uh, sure, do you want me to come with you?”

Not really, no. “Uh, if you want, but I was just gonna have, like, a girl’s talk with Scarlet?”

Topper nodded and smiled. I stood up, shoved my towel into my bag, slipped my shoes on, and ran off.

I felt a little weird just walking around in a bikini, especially since I don’t know anyone here, but remembering that everyone else was just as scantily clad as I was made me feel a little better.

I went to the highest deck, where the eldest kids (and by kids I mean like seniors and 20-year-olds), hoping to find Kelce or Scarlet there because I hadn’t seen them anywhere else. But I couldn’t see them on the deck.

I walked around a bit and then decided to text Scarlet.

‘where are you?’

I got a text back immediately. ‘Top deck, near the front. I’m with the little kid.’

Little kid? I walked towards the front side of the ship and indeed saw Scarlet, wearing a dark red colored bikini, sitting in a lounging chair with a girl who looks like she’s in middle school. The kid was pale, with freckles, dark hair, and glasses. She was the only one at this point not wearing a bathing suit.

Why is there a kid here?

I sat down in the seat next to Scarlet and gave her a hug. “Hey!” I slipped my bag off my shoulders and leaned forward to face the young girl. “Hi. What’s your name?”

She smiled. “I’m Wheezie. My brother’s the birthday boy.”

“Wheezie?”

“It’s a nickname, my real name is- Oh, hey, Topper!”

I spun around. Topper was standing in front of me, arms angrily crossed over his bare chest. “Hey, Wheezie. Nikki, can I talk to you?”

“I’m enjoying the company of my new friend.” I gestured over to Wheezie.

“Yeah, well, I want to talk.” He roughly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up.

“Ok, jeez, lemme grab my bag.” I pulled myself from his grasp and turned around to grab my bag. Scarlet mouthed the words be careful, to me. I nodded.

“Bye, Nikki, it was nice to meet you!” Wheezie called out. I shouted pleasantries back. Topper grabbed my wrist again.

After dragging me halfway across the deck, he let go of me and turned around. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?! You’re the one who, one, won’t stop touching even though we’re not dating and we barely know each other, and two, literally dragged me away from my friends when I was having a conversation with them! Are you like this with all the girls you like? Huh? Maybe that’s why your girlfriend left you for some Pogue, not because Pogues steal things, but because you-” I stepped forward and shoved Topper, “-don’t know how to treat a girl, no, a person, with respect!”

I stopped talking and realized that a lot of people had gone quiet. My face flushed with embarrassment until I heard someone shout.

“WOO! You tell him, Nikki!”

I turned and saw Scarlet and Wheezie jumping up and down and clapping. Soon, all the girls (and some of the boys) around me were clapping and cheering for me, congratulating me and telling Topper that he’s a dick.

I stepped towards Topper. “You and me, whatever thing you think we had going on, it’s done.”

I turned around and beckoned Wheezie and Scarlet to sit back down with me on the deck. The partying resumed, and I went off chatting with the two girls, but I saw out of the corner of my eye that Topper was getting all huffy and puffy.

I pointed that out to the girls. “Should I be worried?”

Wheezie wheezed laughed. “He’s probably just going to call Rafe and get him to tell you off.”

“...He’s gonna get the host of the party, who I don’t know and never met, to yell at me? Fantastic. Good thing he’s your brother.”

“Technically half brother, but yes, a good thing. Oh look, there he is right now!”

I turned around and saw Topper marching towards me with another equally tall, equally blonde boy right behind him. The difference is, this boy didn’t have as much of a hostile aura as Topper has right now.

“So, which one of you embarrassed my boy Top?”

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The boy, who introduced himself as Rafe, the host, beckoned Scarlet, Topper, and I inside of his suite. He closed the door on Wheezie, though. Bummer. I liked her.

Inside his suite were a bunch of twenty-year-olds, drinking hard liquor, dancing, and sitting around this big table. Rafe took his seat in the middle, told everyone else around him to fuck off, and had us, except Topper, sit across from him. Topper took the seat to his right.

He offered us a bag of white powder, to which Scarlet and I declined. Topper took it, though, and started setting it up to use.

“You use coke?” I asked Topper in disgust. I have nothing against most drugs, like weed or psychedelics, which can be fun to use sparingly at parties or whatever, but not hard drugs like opioids.

Topper shrugged at my question. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. What the fuck is wrong with y-?!”

“Ok, no fighting at my party, please?” Rafe sighed, rubbing his temples. “I brought you guys inside so that everyone else can enjoy the party while you guys have your little marital dispute-”

“WE’RE NOT DATING!” I shouted.

“Whatever,” Rafe sighed.

I stood up. “I’m gonna go hang with Wheezie. Scarlet, you coming?”

She was about to respond when Rafe stood up and said, “I’ll join you.”

I shot a confused look at Scarlet, who just shrugged.

I slipped my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door, which Rafe held open for me, and we stepped outside, the air making me shiver.

Rafe pulled a pack of Dunhill cigarettes out of his pocket, put one to his mouth, and lights it. He gestured the box towards me and I take one, leaning forward a bit so that he could light it for me.

I rest my arms on the railing and close my eyes, breathing in the burning smoke and exhaling it slowly, being submerged in the light-headed haze of nicotine.

“How old are you?” Rafe’s voice interrupts my zen. I open my eyes and look at the boy, who’s very obviously checking out my bikini covered body.

I laughed and took another drag. “Sixteen,” I exhaled the smoke from my mouth.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and he turned back to the sea. “Oh shit. My bad. Uh...how’re you liking the party?”

“It’s pretty good. Besides, you know, Topper being Topper, and you forcing me to talk to him.”

Rafe laughed. “Yea, I didn’t mean anything by it. I have a reputation of being a prick, and I’m trying to be better but, you know, not a lot of people respect you when you go from being a douche to a nice guy.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant by that. “Reputation with friends?”

He laughed. “Just,” he waved his hand free hand around, “Everyone. I wasn’t a good person. I’m trying to be better, but it’s hard when everyone already expects me to act a certain way and don’t give me a chance to change.”

I noticed the rings on his hands, like that boy from Kie’s Instagram. But unlike Hot Blondie, Rafe’s too old for me.

Which leads me to wonder…

“Did you know Sarah Cameron, by any chance?” I asked.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and then he started coughing up smoke.

“W-Why do you ask?” He stammers, still coughing.

I gave him a weird look and just shrugged. “Curious, I guess.” I looked back at the ocean. “I’m the new girl, and everyone keeps telling me about all this stuff, but won’t tell me what actually happened, and I dunno, I’m just so confused.”

I turned to face Rafe, who was looking away, and I think I saw tears forming in his eyes. “Yea, Sarah’s my sister.”

Now it was my turn to cough up smoke. “W-”-cough cough- “Wait”-cough cough- “a minute.” I gasp for air and continue coughing. And after I finally manage to get some oxygen into my lungs, I say, “Sarah Cameron’s your sister? Shit, I’m so sorry, Topper never told me.”

Rafe shrugged, fiddling around with his rings. “It’s alright, I was just...surprised. No one asks me about Sarah or the Pogues anymore. After I came back from rehab-” He stopped, probably because he didn’t mean to say that, but he continued, “After I came back from rehab, I just...stopped beefing with the Pogues, especially JJ, Kie, and Pope. You know them?”

I nodded. “I know Kie, we’re friends. But not JJ and Pope. Never met ‘em, don’t even know what they look like, yet I’ve heard so many things about them.”

Rafe nodded. “They’re not bad kids, really. My time away made me realize how much of a prick I’ve been to them. Like, I caused them a lot of pain, and for what? For nothing. Literally just because I thought that, because they were poorer than us, they weren’t as good as us.”

I nodded. Then I turned and smiled, and stretched out my hand. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Rafe Cameron.”

He smiled and shook back.

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chapter three

#obx fic #obx #obx fanfic #outerbanks #jj maybank #jj fluff #jj angst #jj x reader #john b #john b x sarah #obx kiara #obx pope #rafe cameron #topper obx

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Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 37

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-Angel was in slightly better spirits the following day, in fact he and sky both were, the two of them surprisingly hanging out together and talking. Angel was smiling more then usual, and so was sky for that matter. Though with the mess that happened no one could really blame them either, seems both of them being targeted seemed to have brought them closer then it did before.

With Sky spending time with Angel and Nora being busy with her mom surprisingly it left judas to focus on other matters, more specifically, his own younger brother.

Landon had been giving judas more of the silent angsty treatment ever since he got caught sneaking out of bed to check Queen Butterfly's office, though with their parents being alerted landon was in a world of trouble. The only bright spot of this being landon took the full blame for the situation, considering no one else had anything to do with this.

Even Celeste was ignoring the boy, giving him the silent treatment in her own frustration.

Landon's closest ally here, considering Bernard was on earth and could mostly on text landon throughout this.

Sky had promised to get in contact with Melanie as soon as she could and now that the scare was over it was back to business. And For the demon prince, that meant confronting his younger brother and dealing with this situation once and for all. His gradnfather was dealing with Fae, Sky was talking to Angel and was going to chat with mel, Sunny and Galexia were off going through the library with Katrina who'd been nice enough to lay off on judas as long as he didn't go anywhere beyond the two kingdoms.

Yep, back as usual.

Judas headed inside his room real quick, closing the door behind him, before he was going to talk to his brother he needed one more little thing. There was no point in delaying it, he needed to talk to his brother about what happened and what he did. Especially since landon didn't really mention it himself before, and whatever it was might be important.

Though he felt someone's presence in his room and he quickly turned on the lights, in a fighting post before he noticed the small girl sitting on his bed.

"Celeste?".

"Hello Judas".

The girl was kicking her feet on the side of the bed, "We need to talk about your brother...". She looked frustrated, frustrated at landon, frustrated she had to talk to Judas about this, frustrated she cared about this so much. Judas calmed himself down, with Celeste living here with them, he couldn't be surprised she popped into his room to see him, though he would've preferred a call or text beforehand.

"Yeah...I figured that's why you'd be here...we haven't exactly had the closest relationship here all things considered..."., the girl huffed but she had to agree, though granted she didn't have a close relationship much with anyone at all.

"Well considering luna ditched this place to live in the woods and sky's chummy with the spider guy...guess you needed another princess to talk to...and since sunny and lexi are out...you're stuck with me...but anyway...", She huffed, breathing through her nose, "Honestly normally i wouldn't go to you to deal with this stupid stuff but Landon doesn't listen to me...dealing with him is like-".

"Dealing with another you?", Judas continued with a hint of amusement.

"Don't push it...look we worked together on trying to start out own group because we thought you and sky weren't focusing on the task at hand and we got sick of it, then we ended up being worse then you because the three of us, luna me and landon...we're all buzzkills and we don't get along...I mean mainly it was blondie's fault but still...so then me and landon worked together...yada yada...he just wanted to be seen as a hero above you...".

"Yeah...I guess I had a feeling about that...".

"Look...I can't believe i'm saying this...but I care about landon...and helping him before well...I wanted to do it so I could go home and whatever...but He only cares about it to beat you and prove himself and he doesn't seem to care nearly as much about me and how I feel...your brother's a weirdo but i'm sick of him thinking he needs to do all this nonsense to be considered...someone...".

Judas looked astonished, clearly not used to celeste talking to him or anyone like this for that matter.

"I knew you both were close...I didn't know you both were...well... THIS close...but...I am really glad to see someone really cares about my brother this much...", Judas walked over to the girl, ruffling his hair, "I'm...me and landon don't get along on the best of days...but with everything going on I had to put the stuff aside with him, I knew he was doing stuff but I didn't know to what extreme or...really exactly why...".

"Well that's obvious...your family seems to basically ignore him...".

Ouch.

"Hey, I don't mean any harm by it...so much has just gone on and i'm set to be king...and...".

Celeste sent him a glare.

"Ok, It doesn't excuse my parents...but the situation is more complicated...and he knows that...", he took a seat next to her, "I know landon's not useless and he's talented in his own way...we tease each other but...I don't think of him as useless..". Though as the words left his lips he thought about it more, he really couldn't speak for how landon felt, even if he didn't feel like he did anything wrong intentionally.

"Even if I told him face to face...you know he wouldn't listen to me though...he'd tell me I was too perfect or something and go back to how it was before. I can't really...fix the situation, mom and dad can't just ignore me to focus all on him, celeste I get it...I just...what can I be expected to do about it? Landon doesn't even want to look at me sometimes...".

"Ugh...I'm not really entirely blaming you...I just want landon to stop caring about this stuff...".

"You know you can't-".

"I Know i can't make him...", she responded quickly, "But I don't know what I can do...I...I feel like he's going to hurt himself trying to be better then you..". She sounded actually worried, her fists clenching, "He's so frustrating, He craved attention and love from people but when we show we care he doesn't listen to anyone and it's just...UGH!".

Then she stopped, sighing.

"Yeah...guess he is kinda like me...".

"We can both talk to him...together...I would've taken sky but she's busy with angel today so...I'd be happy to have your company if you'd like to join me. We'll...see what we can do at least...". He seemed confident on the outside even if he wasn't much so on the inside, whatever landon felt, it was deep, and a simple talking to probably wouldn't just fix it.

But at least it might do something.

Judas helped his somewhat sister up and escorted her through the halls,Celeste grumbling under her breath, "You...did pretty well for yourself...yesterday...with the trial and the whole scene...". Celeste seemed to rarely hand out compliments, so Judas was happy to take it, "Hey it's ok...I was just protecting my friends...I was honestly surprised to see you get along with angel last night...talk to him and stuff...".

She went silent.

"I know opening up to other's is not something you tend to do often...but I think it was sweet. Just like how you healed my injury when sunny hurt me on accident that time.". She kicked at the floor, "I've seen people hurt before...I uh...I dunno...I can't help it...". She still seemed embarrassed to talk about it, even about her revealing why she knew so much about healing in the first place.

But Judas seemed to understand, not prodding any further, "Well...I'm glad you care so much...and I think it's great your so talented with healing injuries like that...it's actually hard to do so it's impressive to see you do so well at them with ease. You should be proud.". He almost thought he saw a smile on her face as they continued further down the hallway.

"I can tell you're scared about her...".

Judas felt his chest clench.

"Ever since Angel told you she had the book, you've been slowly been getting more bothered by it...more scared what anyone could do with the notes nora had on you. Y'know it's not going to do any good to ignore it...i mean I think people would get it if you're worried about some creep taking over your body and making you do things you don't want to do...", she spat at the floor, "You maybe wasted time when you could've helped but...no one wants you to go through that...".

"I know...I know...I think before with all the work on my back it was easier to ignore how nervous it all made me...but with sky taking the charge...well...I thought about it more...and what if i'm not as brave as I thought I was?", though as the words left his lips, he shook his head, "Maybe I am being too hard on myself...It's not about what others think...it's about what I think of myself...".

"And what do you think?".

"I think i'm not sure what'll happen if...anything happens...but I know no one will hold it against me...anyone that matters at least.", he took a deep breath, "I don't think I'm ever going to properly get over it...I've been haunted by this kinda stuff since I was a kid...sky knows it...she knows how much It scared me as a kid...and how terrified I was of myself for years...it's just...not easy for me to not be scared...even no matter how hard I try...".

His eyes looked over Celeste, eyeing her expression.

"I'm sure you've been scared a lot too...and felt you had to ignore it...".

Celeste again, said nothing, but it was as good as any yes.

The rest of the walk was quiet as they approached one of their family living rooms, where landon was currently grounded for the time being till it was meal time. Judas looking to his companion as the guards let them pass, at the very least landon might be able to help out or apologize or do something if they could get past his thick skin finally.

But that was a major if.

Regardless, there landon was, lying around with his violin nearby, bored out of his mind on the couch, sitting up at the sight of his sibling and half sibling. He seemed almost excited at first but his face dropped quick, because he knew exactly why they were here. He'd already been scolded by his parents earlier that day, forced to stay here till further notice as punishment.

Though at least it meant he didn't have to see anyone.

Until now.

He turned his head away, grumbling, Celeste grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him, "You could've gotten HURT! Something could've happened to you out there and we'd have no idea! Being exposed to magic too much is dangerous! And lucifer, no matter what i say to you you don't seem to listen to a single word of it, do you? ". Celeste got mad quick, judas unsure what to do though first he took Celeste's arm before she could throw anything else at the demon boy.

"HEY! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!?", Landon hissed, "Jeez...you guys make it sound like I was the one robbing everyone, I just went to peek at the findings, you would've done it too if you had been given the chance considering how much you guys sneak around behind our parent's backs...the secret meetings? All the times you evaded katrina? Don't go acting like you're such a upstanding demon prince...".

That seemed to shut the two of them up, Landon standing up and grumbling.

"You guys might have never gotten a chance to see what I saw without me...I helped...even if It was because...I wanted the upper hand...", he mumbled that last part, "Look...can't I have this one? Just this once? I want to be the successful brother...just once...I'm so tired of my brothers being so imfamous for doing this and that and everyone just...GOD!".

Flames seemed to erupt from his fingertips as she stomped the ground.

Then he simmered.

"I'm so sick of...everyone thinking i'm useless...I have to hide out in a stupid coffee shop club thing to even feel some sense of...importance...".

He sniffled, "Just let me have this...ok?".

"Landon...".

"Don't landon me...even if it's not your fault...even if...even if i'm a failure...I just...I WANT this...I'm so sick of feeling second rate...or even third rate...I don't need to prove anything to you...I want to prove it...to me...", he turned away from his siblings, "I'm good at music...but...that's it..i'm not magically remarkable...i'm not good with emotions or feelings...I want to feel like I matter judas...".

"Landon..you do matter, you matter to everyone...me, celeste, our parents, mason...Bernard...", Judas placed a hand on his brother's back, trying to soothe him, "Landon...even if...you don't feel important...or loved...I want you to know we all love and care about you...I...don't know what would happen to me if...something happened to you...you're my brother landon...".

"You can't make me feel differently...".

"Maybe not...but...I still want to tell you regardless...", celeste tapped her fingers together, seeing the brothers come face to face. "Landon...I'm not doing this because I want more attention...or to be better then anyone...I want to do this because...I want to help celeste and sunny and galeixa and...luna...they have people to get back to...people who love them as much as I love you...frankly...I always wished I could be you...".

"What?", Landon almost sounded...surprised.

"Everyone looks at me like a freak most of the time...it'd just be nice...to not have that kinda attention...to not have so much pressure on me...to have the freedom to do whatever I wanted without so much on my shoulders...but...I don't have that choice...so...for now...i'm going to do the best I can...by helping out my friends...and keeping them safe...landon you don't have that pressure...you can be whatever you want...do whatever you want...not to impress anyone...but to make yourself happy.".

"You wanted to be me?".

Judas nodded, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Landon...I...can't change how you feel...I can't change what happened...but you have the chance me and mason don't have...the chance to make your own life how you want it, no pressure from anyone stopping you...landon you can do so much...and I know you have so much to give...maybe you need time to see it...but you have so much potential..".

"You're just saying that to make me feel better...", Landon shoved his brother's hand off of him, "I'm useless...if not useless i'm forgettable". Though as he turned around someone grabbed his shirt from the back and tugged, and considering how well landon knew the two people behind him he could easily tell which one it was. Celeste made him turn around and face her, her arms crossed and her eyes away from his.

"Dude if you were forgettable, do you think i'd be spending so much of my time trying to help you? You're not useless, you held part of the investigation yourself, that's not useless...you're not useless landon...you should stop being so down on yourself...those idiots insulting you don't deserve your time and attention. You keep doubting yourself...you don't need to catch some weirdo to be cool.".

"You're right...you can't change how I feel...but without this...what do I have?".

The two looked to each other before back at landon.

"Well, you have a lot of time to think about it...you don't need to know right now...but you'll get there someday...", landon seemed to have finally calmed down a little bit, pacing around the room. "I'm sorry...I can't help it...every time I think i'm going too far i think about the...my situation...I think about what I could be and what It is now and I can't help it.".

"I know...".

"I...I'm not trying to sound selfish...I just...I don't want to...deal with this any longer...".

He paused, getting onto his knees on the floor, "I'm...sorry for being a butt I guess...you got separated from your family and I guess I've made the situation about myself..when it's kinda...terrible.". He actually did kinda sound like he actually felt sorry, in fact he looked tired more then anything. Like keeping all this buried inside him ate away at him.

And it probably did.

"It's alright landon...we'll take it a day at a time...is that ok?", judas kept his distance from his brother but seemed to constantly be checking to see if his brother was alright or not.

and with a small nod, that was enough.

"What I saw...what they found...", he started, "W-when the explosion happened...it seems the uh...person under the mask did get hurt...well I mean...I think so...they didn't seem to find them but...their mask...their mask broke...they collected it.". He looked up at his companions and judas processed the information before looking to celeste, "I'm guessing since they don't know who it is still..they got no dna off the thing?".

"Maybe...".

There was a silence between them, only stopped when just let out a large sigh.

"I'll...ask out parents about it later...maybe have sky come with...we'll look into it...but if they lost their mask...then their face must have been exposed...unless...they had another mask...they're magic after all they can change clothes with it.". The blast was bound to do damage but if it broke their mask then what did that mean for their face? Queen Butterfly had been in the presence of those blasts before and they had varying effects.

Sometimes destroying your entire body, sometimes leaving you unharmed if you were good at self healing to any degree, sometimes it just depended. Magic was unpredictable after all, and in ways that only made it worse for the people who had to use it. Though whoever was out there, if the blast was enough to break their mask, it as bound to hurt a little.

"Thank you landon...for letting us know...".

As conflicted as landon's emotions were, he did actually seem rather happy to have helped regardless.

This was going to take some work if they were ever going to sort things out together with landon, what he was dealing with was deep and wouldn't be solved with a simple conversation. Judas watched the sad face of his brother and felt his heart sink some more, making a mental note to himself to spend some more time with his brother in the near future if he could.

"I...hope mom and dad weren't too hard on you...", landon's ears flickered, "They weren't...they knew I meant no real harm...they're just...upset I snuck into her office during an emergency for seemingly my own selfish needs...mom was just kinda disappointed in me but they didn't do anything too bad...just grounded me...I didn't tell them I decided to join in your little gang...because they'd assume you learned nothing...they think I did it myself...".

"Well...I guess that's a relief...but...are you sure you're ok with that?".

"Well, you had nothing to do with me doing this...so...yeah", the scene still felt a little tense and awkward but landon wasn't mad anymore and judas and celeste got out what they wanted to say. Landon went to take a seat back on the couch, keeping to himself, "Look I just need to be alone for a bit...ok? And i'm sure you both have better things to do out there then stay here...".

They exchanged looks, knowing landon wasn't entirely wrong, though neither seemed to want to leave him alone like this.

"We can hold off for a bit...I think sky's going to be busy for quite a while anyway...", and then proceeded to take a seat next to his brother who looked pleasantly surprised, celeste joined him, curling up on the couch. Landon, who had told them to leave, didn't protest, in fact instead of arguing against it, had a smile creeping among his face. Looking over to his violin nearby.

"You guys...want to hear my new song?".

"So this Melaine girl?".

"My earth pen pal...she's into theories and pop culture on earth and aliens and all kinds of stuff...I thought maybe since she's been helping put theories and pieces of evidence together...she'd be perfect to consult and get more from...", Sky pulled out her compact to text her friend, angel sitting on her bed, clearly a little awkward being alone with her in her room.

"How'd you meet?".

"Went to earth to meet my grandparents, plus my moms love earth to death...they like to go to do fun stuff and get off mewni once in awhile. You might like earth, it's weird but kinda neat. Anyway mel saw me and saw us do magic and was ENTHRALLED ever since, especially finding out i'm basically an alien almost since she's obsessed with extraterrestrials."

"Extra...what?".

"Aliens...it's an earth thing...".

"Ah...", he still didn't seem to have any idea what she was talking about but maybe it was better not to ask further. It would take sky all day if she had to explain exactly what aliens where, and why earth was obsessed with things that probably weren't nearly as weird on mewni. On earth lizard people were a conspiracy, on mewni they were people sky saw get groceries every day.

"Hopefully she can help us out, having an earth pal who knows like..earth things and makes connections better then me sometimes is really handy...though uh...be careful. Mel's cool but she's also a little...well she doesn't know mewni too well so she makes a lot of assumptions based on earth stuff, it's not her fault, just don't be surprised if she..well...is incorrect about stuff.".

Angel now looked even more puzzled then he was before.

"Just follow my lead...", she smiled when melaine texted her back, the human eager for another video call.

"Human compacts work on our own?".

"Yeah? Who knew?", she laughed in utter embarrassment, at least she wasn't the only one who hadn't known that.

"SKYY!"

"MEL!".

"I'm so glad you called, I missed ya! Is the fact you're asking for my help mean your parents finally ungrounded ya?", Sky made a face, glancing over to angel, "Yes and no kinda...but...nevermind that...mel I'm going to update you on everything we know, I want you to help us as best we can...put the pieces together...you're kinda made for this honestly.".

Melaine's eyes lit up, a sparkle in her dark eyes that could light up galaxies.

"YESSSS".

She immediately started grabbing papers off the shelves, making a huge mess around the room, Angel took a seat closer to sky to get a peek as to what was going on on Melanie's end. His four eyes blinking in curiosty at the excited human piling stuff everywhere messily. He'd seen her at the sleepover but other then that, this was his first time REALLY meeting her.

Sky could only hope melaine didn't make it painfully awkward considering how much she used to complain about the boy to mel.

Mel was luckily occupied setting up before jumping into frame with a notepad and pen, papers trapped in her wild curly hair.

"So where do we begin!?"

Then her eyes looked to angel's and she almost squeed, "Is that spiderboy?! Sky, i didn't know you were bringing spiderboy!". Sky suddenly felt a bit of secondhand embarrassment as angel looked at her quizzically, "It's just a nickname she has for you...uh...mel?". Her attention went back to her earth friend, who was already sketching angel out for her board.

"Yep?".

"His name is angelus...or like..angel for short? I think he'd prefer that. Please?".

She signaled with her face to mel this was one of the times she really needed her to listen, and Melaine...thankfully, listened.

"Alright, Angel spider, got it...".

Well it was better then nothing, they had work to do.

Sky and Angel started listing off a few new details that had been caught up, the human girl writing them down with the speed of a race car and pining them up on her board, covered with articles, notes, pictures and more. Melaine was used to this, after all she made plenty for the mothman and for the mole people sightings before, this was like tying her shoe for her.

Even angel seemed impressed, he didn't know all that much about humans outside of the ones that visited mewni and jude and sky's own moms, much less about human culture and what humans did with most of their time. Though granted, considering angel was rather sheltered, there was a doubt angel would even know people made theories and stuff like this at all to such an extreme.

"You...found a person who spends her time organizing facts and coming up with solutions?".

"Kinda...sorta...yeah.".

Maybe she outta leave out the other stuff melaine does like go out hunting for lizard people and reading up on horrorscopes, angel seemed confused enough without her explaining the rest of melaine's active lifestyle. Melaine seemed especially excited at the mind parasites, much to angel's discomfort, though at the very least she didn't focus so much on his mom and more on who could access them.

"Any enemies?", she asked Angel, who shrugged.

"Honestly...we haven't made enemies for a long time...our kingdom just kinda...sunk into the shadows, avoiding conflict as to not make anything any worse for ourselves. We fought back when the spiderbites took over but other then that, and well..solaria...", he went silent for a moment, "We never had much of direct conflicts with monsters...especially not recently...".

"And i doubt the spiderbites would poison your mom, they have no reason to, they seem to talk with each other fine...", Sky piped in, "No one has any real reason to attack you or your mom...". Then sky tapped angel on the shoulder, "Is there anyone who'd have anything to gain by hurting your mom? Or i dunno...maybe they were trying to get someone else and ended ep with your mom?".

Angel looked visibly uncomfortable, and sky quickly reached out to him.

"Sorry...maybe i should...uh...".

"No...it's fine, I know there's no easier way to ask me stuff like that without mentioning her...", he tugged at his light pink hair, huffing, "I don't know sky...even If i were to blame the one under the mask...I don't know who is under the mask, rendering it all back to same question...I...personally want to think it was all an accident If i can help it.".

"Well, it could be...if one got out and ended up on your dinner table because someone didn't know it wasn't good to eat...then yeah.".

He seemed a little more reassured from that statement, something about someone coming after him seemed to only increase his worry and anxiety. He already had one masked foe who was pissed with him, what if he had another? Melaine was writing stuff down and sky was wondering what she could possibly write if there were no enemies to really speak of.

Though as she placed more on her board sky could tell they were drawings of the spiderbites, the masked foe, solaria, and everyone angel mentioned basically.

Guess even if they weren't at fault melaine felt they were important enough to at least mention.

"Skyler?".

Sky turned to her companion on the bed, who coughing into his fist, ears folding.

"Yeah?".

"A lot has happened...recently and I...I know it's hard to properly forgive me...and maybe to a degree you also feel bad because of...everything that happened before. But I um...wanted to suggest, we...um...uh...", Angel's social skills were pretty on par with a mushroom at this point, he'd clearly still had a long way away till he could properly talk to others without stumbling a little.

Though Sky was more then used to it at this point, and despite his stumbling she seemed to tense at his wording.

"Are you asking me on a date?", Sky looked at him, shocked, though he was quick to devolve the situation and try to explain himself better.

"What?! No no no no no no no NO No, I mean...", he looked embarrassed,red and ears pressed against his face, "I was hoping we could properly make amends...I want to make amends...I still feel guilty...I want to make it up...if you'll let me?". Sky seemed oddly charmed as awkward and embarrassing as that was, smiling and trying to keep her cool, "Yeah, that sounds...nice...honestly...I want to maybe try and make some kinda amends as well...if possible.".

He smiled back, the embarrassment flushing away from his face, angel smiling these days was a treat honestly.

Thankfully mel was distracted enough not to notice the scene, heck knows what she would say, she had a loud personality and was quick to make assumptions sometimes and that was something sky already needed to work on with her before she got herself in trouble for it.

She finished setting up and turned back to the royals, "Alright then, so there's my set up, i'm going to start working on this right away, text me any info you get on any of this, i'll keep adding and text you any revelations I can come up with...". She immediately started using markers on the board, typing together the pieces she knew connected together before pulling a book out of her messy bookshelf and holding to to show them.

"Maybe considering the proof of the multiverse, maybe you should study up on the stuff? I've been going through these books ever since you told me about it, maybe you can use it to help make some cool magic...". Sky glanced to her gemstone before going back to melaine, "Well...uh...maybe yeah? Thanks mel...uh...maybe you could send me some picks of the most relevant chapters?'.

She sent sky a thumbs up, "Gotcha! Oh, and if you see me any mothmen, send me pics as well! I made a bet with some classmates!". The mention of a mothman seemed to make angel puzzled though he didn't dwell on it too much as sky motioned to him that she'd try to explain it all later. Melaine on the other hand was eagerly waiting for her kinda sorta butterfly monster friend's reaction.

Sky sent her a thumbs up back as the screen turned black, returning the two royals back to themselves in sky's dirty room.

"She'll keep me updated...she tends to be good at that...".

"You...have a lot more friends then I realized...", he mumbled, "Uh...that's not to be rude or anything, I had just never seen you with anyone other then judas...you...seem to have friends all over.". But she was quick to stop him before he went on, "Nah...not really...I mean even if I ignored that mewni thought i was inferior or evil or something...i'm not good at...making friends...i'm not as friendly or easy to get along with as judas...or maybe at least...i wasn't when I was younger...".

"Perhaps we had more in common then we thought...", he added, "We always acted as if we could never understand each other and we were so different...but...maybe we were wrong."

And when she thought about it a little more, he was right.

That almost made her smile a little more considering how funny that was, though the thought of it quickly transferred to thinking about the bad aspects of their lives and she became silent. Angel was almost worried he said something offensive to some degree but sky shook her head and coughed into her hand, before asking the question she wanted to for some time.

"You still talking to eclipsa?".

Her question caught him by surprise, coughing into his hand, "Not since yesterday...after the trial...I um...I think she wants to speak to me after what happened last night regarding my mom but you've been with me ever since and she um...know you're not a fan of her right now, you're probably more angry with her then you are with me about what happened...why is that?".

"Hmm?".

"Sky...I...went behind your back, I was working for the enemy, even if i barely did much that harmed you while doing so...I still went behind your back...eclipsa went behind your back as well...but you seem more fine with me...then her.", she huffed as she laid back on the bed, "It's not the same, you both were doing it to protect me...but you didn't reveal this big team to my mom and get everyone in trouble...something we tried to avoid.".

"I always figured with you coming after me on your mom's orders...you well...were used to working under her...".

"I never liked working under my mom's shining shadow...I didn't want her fingers all over it, i didn't know what she'd do and i didn't know if she'd use this as another way to well...make me feel like...like i'm not good enough. That's one thing we can't relate to, my mom is a hero of mewni, i can't top that...and mewni knows it, i'm not as gifted as her...or as powerful.".

"You're powerful to me, even if you claim you aren't", he said back, and by his tone, he truly believed that.

"You haven't seen powerful unless you've seen mom, i don't compare.", sky was quick to tell him, god was she just good at beating up on herself? She tore herself down everytime someone gave her a compliment it felt.

"Well...you helped her help my mother...didn't you?", angel pointed out, "If she needed the help of another butterfly then clearly she wasn't powerful enough alone to handle the task.".

"Well I...yeah, i did but...well...I mean i was the one who got you to help...well tiny you...Angel your being too nice about it, mom did most of the work, i stumbled my way into that situation and she was the one who knew how to help at all...i'm not nearly as powerful if everyone else does the work and i accidentally stumble in and help somehow...".

"Well...I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of...you still did it, didn't you? Without you my mom...well...", he wasn't wrong, even her mom said herself she needed sky's help to even finish the process. Without her there nothing might've been fixed at all, angel didn't seem to care that she stumbled into it or didn't have the plan ready as long as she helped and cared.

But then again, angel didn't exactly care about sky's level of skill personally either, he thought she was powerful no matter what.

"I guess I still have some issues to work out...concerning my mom, i've been rethinking my feelings on her and maybe I was too judgmental...just assuming everything was easy for her...she...almost failed..without me to help. Though she's still...she's still so much more powerful and experienced...I've never been that way"., her voice was full of sadness and loss, in fact it seemed she no longer felt angry at her mom, but more sad then anything.

Though Angel was quick to attack that, huffing in that pompous way that he used to when they used to tease and mock the other.

"Well I for one don't see any reason you need to be as powerful as her to be great, you're clearly just fine without that power. This entire situation proves you have the ability to do so much, even if you're not the strongest at magic.", she smirked, "Well yeah, I guess the same goes for you, you spent your time training to use your powers? You're not perfect at it yet...but you're smart without it...sometimes...".

"Thank you...I think.".

"We should go...no point in staying here any more...let's find sunny", Sky hoped off the bed, "We'll...talk about what we wanna do together later...but for now the best thing we can do is keep focus on the task at hand and worry about it later." Angel got up and off the bed too, though his legs nearly knock down mannequin sky was using for one of her hat designs, catching it just in time.

"S-sorry...".

Sky quickly readjusting the thing as angel observed the sunhat, cute but still creepy with it's greens and eyes.

"This is for nora...isn't it?".

"It's not finished...but yeah, I promised her one awhile back but I got sidelined...but it's nearly complete.", angel looked at it with curiosity as sky looked between him and the hat, then away from both of them, thoughts rolling in her head as she changed the subject. "Y'know...nora reached out to you...she talked to you to help, how did she...your families didn't like each other for so long...how'd...", it was hard to get the right words out.

Though angel knew what she meant.

"Nora...and me...we...we didn't share the same hatred as our ancestors...we never really talked, nora was well...scared of me and I never put my focus on her...I feel like I put so much blame on you when nora's family took our land...but something about nora I can't really hate. Nora was just as alone as I was...she wasn't hateful or bitter...she was nothing but sorry and sympathetic...".

"and I was antagonistic if not ignoring you entirely...", sky finished.

"I didn't mind nora's help...I think...she's different from her family...but...I think we all seem to be in one way or another...".

"Maybe that's for the best...like you said.".

"Yeah, I hope so.".

Sunny's first instinct when seeing the two enter the room was to run up and hug them both, angel still not used to all the affection of these new friends but complying regardless. Sunny's smile was nice to see after that mess, she tended to always seem pretty cheery and happy and right now it was needed more then anything to helps them feel a little better.

"Good to see you! Let's get started.".

She quickly dragged them away from the door and further inside the library, katrina glancing up and waving as she went back to texting on her compact. The library was closed right now, outside of them being allowed in to look for whatever they needed. Giving them more freedom to look around, mostly for info on mind parasite and how to handle them.

Or masked creeps.

She and Galexia seemed to have gone through several books together, making sure lexi didn't draw on any of them in the process. Sunny probably had every page memorized by this point knowing her, her amount of research was impressive. Showing off her notes she'd been taking, "The Spiderbites and your mom is taking care of the same info but I thought best we got a good grasp on it as well...and yeah, I think our-your mom is up to something here...the symptoms match perfectly to previous victims of the bugs...weak memory, inability to control body, near parallelization...".

"I'm not sure if we should consider that a serious relief or not frankly", sky laughed, sunny shoving her nearest open book at her, "A relief! It makes it easier to fix if we're careful! The reason most people are too late is because it's so good at being a regular illness that they never think to cure it as if it were an parasite infesting their body! But it still needs care and if we're not careful can really hurt her...".

Angel jolted for a sec, suddenly nervous.

"But it's alright, we're working with professionals...once the bug is out she can heal properly...if she's not too damaged.", angel shuddered again, he almost wanted to leave the room but sky kept him still, trying to reassure him. "She'll make it through...what do we do to get it out?", sunny nodded to the page, "There are a few things that work, like evil repression charms...if luna were still here...we could've used her's but for now...we outta ask eclipsa.".

"Eclipsa?".

"She was the one to give luna her's right? I believe you told me that thing is practically a repellent that takes out dangerous and dark magic. That's perfect for weakening the bug inside of her.".

Angel and Sky exchanged looks.

"Is...that the only thing we can do?".

Sunny looked between them before remembering sky's current feelings towards eclipsa, "Well, no, of course not, we can do other charms to draw it out, and other spells, it was just an option...magical charms like that are a safe way of scaring the little buggers...it doesn't fully remove them but it does start to weaken them. But we can try another spell...though maybe we shouldn't conjure it...healing spells are more celeste's thing...and i'm never tried a cruse repenting spells before and...maybe we should wait for mom.".

"Ok...fine.".

"Hm?".

"I'll...ask eclipsa for one...".

She was very reluctant, but if it meant helping angel's mom, well...she'd be stupid to say no. Angel, knowing how mad she was, seemed super appreciative. He became a little less tense, his legs folding back behind them as to not accidentally hit anyone in his anxiety. Sunny looked equally happy, "Thank you! The sooner the better, it'll give it more time to take effect before we can do some of the other steps.".

"What are the other steps exactly? Nothing...crazy I hope?".

"Well, that depends on what the spiderbites and well...what your mom wants to do, the charm is just to slowly weaken it, removing it and convincing it to leave might still be hard, it is a magical being after all. But we have enough professionals we might be just fine, Arana's been fighting this long to keep it from destroying her from the inside after all...we're not giving up without a fight.".

"Is uh...lexi doing alright?", sky pointed to the brunette scribbling nearby, who looked up and waved at the three. Sunny laughing and turning back to the companions with cheer, "Well, I thought since lexi really wanted to help i'd play to her strengths, she's not the best at communication sometimes or with people, but she is great at speaking her mind through drawings and art in general...".

"What do you mean?".

"I mean I assigned lexi the role of our planner, with her dream knowledge and her abilities she can help plan ahead for what we should prepare for. Not to mention she's fantastic at design, she can visually interpret anything. And before you say anything, this isn't because i'm paranoid or obsessed with her...abilities, i think the best thing to do, is have HER be the one to deal with her own powers...if she finds something worth mentioning, she'll tell us.".

"You...think she can handle it?", sky said, worried and a little skeptic on if lexi would for sure know when to tell them anything significant. Looking at her drawings it was never really easy to be sure what they should be worried about or not, and it seemed like most of the time they were purely doodles and nothing that seemed logical enough to happen.

"Sky, ever since she's gotten here i've been the one talking to her the most, I know she can handle it, she's smart and great in her own way.", the girl was confident, she almost seemed like a proud mom as she looked over lexi. Sky knew they hung out a lot but she never really though heavily about it, at least about what they talked about or how they felt about each other. Sky had not talked to lexi much, and neither had anyone else that much either, so it was hard for her personally to say for sure this was something lexi could do.

But she did trust Sunny.

So she had to trust Lexi could do it.

"Alright then.".

"OH!", the small girl quickly ran over and collected her compact, excited, "Celeste texted me early today! She NEVER texts me, she wanted to let us know she was hanging with judas today to talk to his brother...er...landon. But I was just so happy cause celeste doesn't really talk to anyone other then landon so it was just...nice...having her speak to me.".

"How long will um...Judas be gone?", angel asked curiously, though sunny could only shrug, her focus had been elsewhere most of the day and judas could take as much time as he needed frankly.

"You'd have to ask him, i could text him right now if you want me to?".

"That's ok!", Sky interrupted, "He should get all the time he needs to deal with his brother...we'll talk to him when he's ready, anything else you want to share before we head out?". She was not looking forward to seeing eclipsa and was partially stalling for time, but she outta not leave until sunny provided her with any and all information she might need.

"Well...".

She tapped her toes, her third eye on them and her others eyes elsewhere. Whatever it was, she wasn't sure if she should say something or not, though considering the lack of time, better she came out with it now then ask later. "Sky...you're good with costumes and clothing right? I've been meaning to ask if maybe...you could...make me some costumes...?", she sounded as if this were embarrassing to ask, and sky's puzzled face was reason enough to explain sunny's worriedness.

"Why do you need costumes?", sky said, snapping back into reality, "Is this something to do with any of your plays or something? Cause this ain't really the time to be putting on plays or musicals right now when we got all this other stuff going on...". But Sunny shook her head, "No no...it's more like...with everything going on it's a lot harder to listen in on conversations and get details from the people, and I was thinking...with costumes we could sneak out and listen in on gossip or any news outside the castle walls...".

"You mean, you want me to make disguises?".

"Well yeah...you're so good with it...and it might help us out to walk around undetected...it'd be perfect! Everyone knows us, and some people are still well...against us...so maybe we could make disguises and see if we can get more from other sources on the matter of the bug and Her.".

"Well actually that sounds like a good idea...why didn't you bring it up earlier?", Sunny rubbed her arm, "Well, asking you to do that is asking you to do a lot of work and I wasn't sure you would want to spend so much time on something like that when we could put our focus elsewhere, with Katrina going on about being spies...well, with disguises...we could work with her...".

Sky eyed katrina, who had been listening in, "Well problem is...I don't think you're allowed to have us spy on anyone correct?". The frog woman nodded, "Nope, i am not allowed to let you out of the castle sunshine, but, i'll be fair, if you want to dress up around here? I have no reason to stop you, just don't go sneaking out of the walls, we're not taking that risk no matter how tough you guys might be...and i'm in trouble enough as is".

Sunny pouted, she'd probably been hoping to convince the spy to help them but seems the lady was quick to shut that part down, well...that's what it looked like. Sunny almost was about to leave when angel stopped her, his brow furrowing before he took a risk with his next words, "Um...forgive me...I uh...that was a well told lie but I uh...I think we'd appreciate more truth out of you...considering how much I had lied and you wanted me to be honest...".

He actually didn't know if she were lying, but it just kinda came out, and yet-

Sunny suddenly became embarrassed, her facade dropping, "Fine...it was a half lie...I do want some costumes for a play outside of the disguises...I know a place landon showed me and I thought it'd be a good place to perform...but it's not out of selfish reasons...I thought...maybe...we could set a trap there and you could make us costumes to help better disguise us to catch them there...and I've been writing a play for you guys in my spare time".

"Why weren't you honest about that from the beginning?".

"I though you guys would think It was a waste of time If i asked you for costumes for a silly play of mine...it's easier to ask for costumes to go around in public then to ask for costumes for a play I want to perform in...I mean you even said it was a waste of time before i told you.".

"Sunny no, that's a great idea, for a trap I mean".

"Ahem!", Katrina said from against the wall, "No scheming to go anywhere outside the walls. it's cute how much of spies your are but any traps laid about should be addressed with your parents sky".

"Aren't you supposed to be following judas?", katrina shrugged, "I am but after last night it seems king and queen lucitor decided maybe I outta give the boy a little more space...can't blame him, he looked really upset last night, i think the whole situation really hit a nerve with him. He's a tough kid but he's struggling with trusting himself and feeling comfortable and safe with himself...seeing the woman hurt probably made him think about it being one of his family members.".

Angel suddenly felt a ting of guilt, "I told him about Her having the book with notes on his condition in it...I told him i was worried about it and...he had tried to tell me he'd be ok...perhaps I...shouldn't have said anything...I was just worried and thought he should know...". His ears folded and his face turned pinker then usual, his mistakes seemed unending.

"It's not your fault kid, no one can speak for how judas feels then...judas, the kid can ignore how people feel and use this zappers all he wants, but honestly to me...I think what he needs to focus on...is his own mental health. Purple needs more help, and honestly better you tell him he might be in danger then say nothing at all and let something bad happen he can't prepare for...even if It hurts him...".

The prince nodded, "If you're sure.".

"Kid, you can hurt people, but not everything could be easily fixed by you doing nothing either. The stuff that kid is dealing with is more then just you, the best thing you can do now...all of you, is be there for him as his friend and reassure him and protect him. He'd do the same for all of you and the best you can do is the same for him while he's struggling.".

"We will...promise.".

"Good, now you ll better get back to...whatever your doing...and stay safe...call me if you need me. Right now i'm watching these two but If I need to help i will, if the guards don't alert me...". The two nodded and before they left Katrina nodded to Angel, "And sorry if I was too aggressive last night, I know that entire situation was emotional for you...but your safety and hers should be a priority and I couldn't jeopardize it".

"It's fine...", he didn't seem too forgiving by tone, but he couldn't hold a big grudge either considering the outcome of it either. He moved forward, following sky closely as the door closed behind them, leaving sunny, katrina, and galexia in the library. Sunny smiled at them leaving, "They're so cute working together...I knew they could do it!", going back to opening her book on medical magical practices.

"They're strange friends alright...", the older monster nodded, leaning against the wall nearby.

"But...I welcome them completely, honestly the more the merrier".

Sky definitely didn't want to meet eclipsa.

Not now, not anytime soon.

Of course when she blabbed on about how upset she was with her that's the day she HAD to meet her in person.

Of course, just her luck.

She didn't know if angel tagging along made it more awkward or less awkward frankly.

Though angel seemed to be right by her side on this no matter what so that was a little reassuring, at least he wasn't acting like she couldn't be upset on the matter, considering he technically went behind her back as well he didn't really have much of an excuse himself. He adjusted judas's old clothes he'd been wearing, nervous as they entered the garden.

"I could go...if you...don't want to." sky stopped in her tracks, huffing.

"I know you could..and you would...but I should do It, i'm supposed to be taking charge here...I shouldn't...make you do anything that I should be doing. I promised to help right? I'm just gonna have to suck up my anger and deal with it. I won't even have to look at her for very long...", then she paused, "I...I do miss our lessons together though...".

"This does seem almost like going to one somehow...doesn't it?".

Sky's annoyance was apparent, "Yeah...it does...".

But then she turned around to look at him, her face becoming a smile, "Maybe when all this is over...we could pick those back up again? If that's cool with you? Maybe with a different teacher? We...have a lot to work on if we're going to be in charge at some point...like a lot of work. Helping your family and people, trying to fix our terrible security, y'know...trying not to ruin people's lives?".

"I accept your offer...Queen Sky.", he was being playful, bowing, and sky actually seemed to find it a little amusing.

"Alright, now i'm just stalling...let's get it over with...".

She headed up to the tower door, knocking, angel close behind her as she became more anxious by the second. She found herself tapping her foot, waiting before she heard the door unlock, her blue eyes looking towards the door. Though as the door opened it wasn't eclipsa at the door, but Globgor, who looked excited and relieved to see the kids there.

"Back so soon?", he teased, "I jest...yesterday was quite a day wasn't it? You kids alright?". He was mainly looking at angel and the boy could only give him a weak nod as his answer, and that seemed enough for globgor who didn't push it further. "So what are you doing here? Lessons are cancelled and Eclipsa knows you're mad with her and...you need something don't you?".

Sky's face told all, looking away and shuffling, "Maybe...is there something wrong with that?".

The monster ushered the two in, "Of course not, you know we're willing to help. It's good to see you two again.". Globgor followed behind as she headed inside eclipsa's tower, though eclipsa herself wasn't there, globgor himself only sat down in front of them as they took their usual seats as if this were another one of eclipsa's lessons all over again.

"Eclipsa's out, she'll be back soon...she asked for me to hang out here to check in with the queens, we're going to head back to our place soon after...but for now you can talk to me if that makes you more comfortable. What's on your mind?", the royals exchanged looks between them as sky let it out of the bag, "We need eclipsa to make us a charm to ward off bad magic...".

"Oh...that sounds a lot worse then I was expecting, what are you getting into exactly?", the princess was quick to nod to her companion, "It's for his mom, it's all to help her...I'm only here to help him and his mom. So yeah, if eclipsa can make us a charm to use for her, i'd appreciate it, i'm not exactly knowledgeable on that and i know for a fact it's not in the book of spells...".

Globgor suddenly smiled in a way sky did not like, clasping his hands together, "Reminds me of eclipsa, she was so brave doing everything she did to be with me and make me happy. You're facing someone you're mad with to help someone you used to be enemies with, that's so adorable". Great, another one of those people, was this going to be regular thing from now on?

Just random people gaping at how sweet it was they no longer wanted to fight each other?

Was it too late to change her mind?

Even Angel looked embarrassed, coughing and trying to change the subject, "Yeah, ok...anyway...globgor...can eclipsa help us? I'm glad you're happy that we're friends now but i'm here to help my mom...I need to help her in anyway I can...if there's even a chance we can save her life...". Globgor understood, no doubt thinking back to the many monsters he lost back in the war, the friends and family.

"We'll help...promise, we'll have to wait till eclipsa gets back first.".

The monster king looked over to the unused teapot nearby, "I'm not good at it but...you want a drink?". Guess they were going to be here for awhile weren't they? Might as well in the meantime. Globgor attempted to make tea as sky took out her compact, looking for updates from any of her friends. Angel glancing over to take a look as well, "Any updates from judas...?".

"Not yet...but we'll hear from him soon i'm sure...".

Sky had to admit angel's attachment to judas and even nora was touching to her, it seems she and judas were no longer a pair of two anymore ever since this mess started.

"How do you know for certain that he's not in danger or anything? Not that I don't trust Prince Lucitor, but with everything happening...how are you sure he's safe?", the princess could only return his question with a nonchalant shrug, "I just know judas can take care of himself, despite the mess...he's...strong, even at his worst...and he's not alone either...".

"He isn't?".

"Landon is with him, landon's not the most powerful...but if judas was in trouble, landon wouldn't leave him...". she tucked her compact back into her pocket , "I wish we had a greater idea what they wanted...where they might strike next...without knowing their goal it makes it harder to figure out where to catch them...you sure they gave you no real idea of their plan?".

"I swear they didn't, they certainly didn't trust me enough to disclose that info to me...I wonder if to some degree they expected me to betray them and didn't think I was worth trusting with that information...all I know was the plans I was told about and that they were scary powerful with magic...enough to deliver on their promises to me to keep me in line...", he crossed his heart, "I'd spill if i could.".

"Magic is so limited to people in mewni...well...that kinda powerful magic...it has to be a butterfly, But i know it's not my moms, eclipsa, my grandmother doesn't have reason to do this...does anyone in my family have a big enough grudge to be targeting the other kingdoms like this? Though considering what they took...they seemed to want power I guess...", sky didn't know much about her extended family, but then again, how much did her extended family know about low mewman? Or the book?

Maybe it really was some kinda toffee follower...the butterfly secrets didn't exactly remain secret because of him or the people around him, maybe they should be investigating any living supporters of him.

Or maybe she was just losing her mind at this point and just desperate to make sense of all of this.

"Ugh...I wish i hadn't left the-".

Her eyes suddenly lit up, god had she really let that slip her mind already?

"The truth potion...it's here...I last saw it here", she aggressively whispered to her companion, if she could get that back, maybe she could find some use for it in their investigation, especially in terms of getting straight answers out of her family and other suspects.

Her eyes immediately scanned around the room, hoping to spot the blue potion somewhere in plain sight but finding nothing, instead globgor returned, presenting the pair teacups and immediately apologizing. "I'm not as good as eclipsa with this whole thing. so if it tastes bad...sorry about that...but boiling water and adding tea dirt feels like it's hard to mess up...".

They both took the teacups, even angel was looking around the room, his eyes darting around so much globogr seemed to be wondering if there was something wrong with him.

"Prince arachford?".

"Hmm?", suddenly all his eyes looked at globgor, taking a quick sip of his tea, he wasn't keeping a very good poker face right now.

"I wanted to appluade how you were in the trial yesterday, you really stuck it to those commissioners, it's fantastic seeing you tell them off like that. Normally before when a monster did so they took it as a sign of aggression and would've arrested them sooner, I'm impressed", globgor reached over to pat his fellow monster on the shoulder, "Not to mention they're in a world of trouble right now.".

"Well..I wasn't going to let sky get arrested for something that was my fault.", he mumbled, "It was my fault alone...and she could've been arrested alongside me.".

"Well I think you did great, I'm impressed.".

"Impressive because I fought back?".

"No, impressive because you were willing to take the fall to protect people you cared about, that's the sign of a true leader right there. I think your people will be happy to welcome you back once things settle...", oh right, his people were mad at him due to what happened, he'd been so distracted he seemed to entirely forget about that part of the situation.

He couldn't even return home because of what happened, his people were beyond mad he had done something that put them in possible danger, not to mention all of mewni. He did the whole thing in hopes of bringing them back to greatness, allowing them to use magic like they used to, but it seemed they hated it and the idea of it if it came under these circumstances.

He really screwed up.

Globgor seemed to notice he looked down but his voice grew softer, "Hey, you always had a great heart...what happened back then...honestly It's a guilt that's lingered with me as well...you can be mad at solaria...you can be mad at the butterfly family...you have every right to be. But it's great you've gone from wanting nothing but revenge...to wanting to work to fix things and form friendships...It's what we originally wanted as well...".

"Doesn't appear to always work...", he muttered under is breath, the hurt still present in his voice.

"No but...well...do you trust the ones you're working with to work beside you?", globgor eyed to Sky, was distracted looking around the room to pay much attention to the conversation. Angel of course couldn't say no, "I do trust them...even If I was too stubborn to even consider it before.". Globgor rustled his hair, snickering, "Well I happen to think the monsters will be in better hands going forward...so we can finally truly reach proper peace...hopefully.".

Globgor sighed, looking to sky now, who was still looking around rather strangely, and he set his full attention on her.

"So...what'cha looking for sky?".

Sky suddenly froze, clutching her teacup.

Yeah, no duh she'd get caught, her head was moving like a bird's right now, as unnatural as possible for a normal looking individual. She could've just asked globgor but there was no telling if THAT was a good idea or if it was another excuse for the lovers to betray them entirely and not let them have it at all. Though now that globor knew she was looking for something...well..oops.

But the monster wasn't stupid, smiling a toothy grin that almost seemed teasing.

"Oh right, when you came here to fine the young lad you ended up leaving a special potion around didn't you? You never came back to collect it since.", he took a seat once again in front of the pair, folding his arms. "Sorry kids...but you're a smidge late...King Lucitor...well actually...Dave...since he's no longer king. He requested some to question that young demon girl and since Eclipsa had it she let him borrow it, i'm sure he won't use it all though."

Oh right, Judas's grandfather had mentioned he wanted to further speak to Fae didn't he?

Sky suddenly pulled out her compact, and gave angel a knowing glance.

Cue team Judas.

Judas's compact buzzed, the boy waking up from a nap he'd been having and opening the device up, his brother and half sister sleeping next to him. Had he really fallen asleep? Guess it figured after how stressful things had been he'd be more tired then usual, though upon reading the message from the princess and seeing his brother alongside him, the thought of leaving their side did not resonate with him.

He did not want to leave landon, not right now.

There was still much to do with him and right now he seemed rather worried about his safety after that mess. At the very least he and Celeste both outta make sure he wasn't physically harmed due to magic or glass or anything. Because if there was, landon would be hiding it, just like he hid his tail from everyone, even from his parents at times when he was upset with them.

But what to do? If he had to stay with his brother for now, he needed another idea.

Granted, his grandfather would most likely give the potion back, but what if he didn't? In fact what if they couldn't remake the potion due to the strict hold on the garden for ingredients? But the real reason sky wanted judas to do something came to him quite quickly, fae was not a team player of any kind, but she knew about landon and celeste's escapades.

Knew they had been out when they shouldn't be and investigated on their own.

Not to mention the fact the girl was prime witness to the rescue mission to save nora, something that they were still choosing to keep mostly under wraps to keep sky from being further attacked and considering his grandfather was currently in the dark about who the girls were and about the truth about what was happening, having him find out his family wasn't telling him anything...was bad news.

Sky could be in trouble, and so could all of them.

If Fae spilled, they'd be in trouble.

He needed to make sure the two people next to him didn't end up in further trouble, not to mention the rest of them so they weren't further exposed. Not that he didn't trust his grandfather, but this sure wasn't the best way to bring that up to him.

But he couldn't just leave...could he?

But if he couldn't do it...

Judas quickly sent out another text, knowing the best person he could send for the job, without putting them at much of any risk. All he needed was to keep his grandpa from finding out anything he shouldn't, and hopefully, they could keep it together just a little bit longer.

He hoped.

"Mason...you got this.".

And nearby in his own room, mason's wings could be heard flapping in excitement.

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Saving Adrien- Lukadrien June

I meant to do yesterday but spent tayed up the whole night the day before when I knew I had a 11 am meeting, that I almost passed out during. I got nothing done and passed out at like 5 pm and slept the rest of the night. I will e only doing certain days like I did for MariChat may only because I’m stil getting into the grove of writing for this fandom. I hope this one is good, more pre-lukadrien. Maybe if I had more time I would of expanded. I also hope I didn’t salt Lila to much to not get reblogged. I don’t really like her like most people so I hope I was tame. Enjoy. My Hero

“I got blankets,” Adrien began, stress evident in the quick snap of his tone, “and coffee, and tea in case you don’t like coffee, and a hot water bottle, and several takeaway menus, and Nathalie is on call in case I think of anything else, and-”

Swaddled six blankets deep on the couch, Luka couldn’t even raise a hand. He raised an eyebrow instead. “Just to clarify, is this a kidnapping?” he teased sarcastically.

Adrien paused. “…yes. Yes it is. And because you are my kidnapee, you have to be well cared for. Can’t have a dingy dungeon besmirching my image. Now, do you prefer duck or goose feather pillows?”

Luka let out a laugh. At least he had a comeback. He’d come over to Adrien’s house to get help in physics when his sister mentioned he was. he doing university level physics homework of his own free will. He asked and Adrien offered to tutor him. When he arrive with his latest test, with a high score, Luka suggested they take the day off, which judging from how Adrien was acting, was something he needed.

He was getting to know Adrien better, even though he couldn’t join his friends and classmates at their boat house as often. From what his sister and Marinette told him, it was usually because of his insane schedule and his insanely overprotective father – though he felt like father’s assistant could be added to that list based on how she grilled him the first time he came over for tutoring.

Usually being in his room, it was like seeing him on the boat house, he looked free and his heart sounded happy. When he arrived today however, stress was radiating for him and the sounds from his heart sounded like an untuned violin. The insane way he was trying to make him feel comfortable added to that fact.

“Adrien, are you alright? You seem a little, stressed. Did something happen?”

“Oh, if you can count having to take Lila as my date to a premier. I don’t go out of my way to hate people, I gave Marinette the worse advice possible but I do think that sometimes people just need time. She got so many people wrapped around her finger, I don’t know what to do. I feel I’m being smothered by her cause I know she’ll try and mess with Marinette again if she doesn’t get her way. She said it would be good for the brand if we kissed and I’d rather kiss an Akuma who’s dangling me off the Eiffel Tower than kiss her.”

“Well, thankfully never had that happen to me but once she gets put in her place, she’ll learn. The lies will catch up eventually and it’s not like you have to actually kiss her.”

“I do since my dad said yes. I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, nothing. I can’t even suggest Kagami because she’s in Japan to visit family.”

Luka could see this was truly bothering him. From what he heard, Lila wasn’t the nicest person to be around. He knew Chloe was also a lot but from what Juleka explained, she was Adrien’s best friend and would usually try and be a decent person to make him happy. Another tune he could hear from Adrien was hopefulness. Being homeschooled most of his life, the insane scheduled life, it didn’t take a genius to guess that when he was with his friends and his happiest that he hoped it would stay that way. If he felt smothered, there was a chance he would feel like he could lose that. Which was why he said what he did next.

“Would you like it if I went with you? I’m guessing from what Marinette told me about her, she’s the type to arrive by herself and dazzle everyone before pulling out the magic card, aka you. If you come in with me instead, saying that was planned, you’d catch her out on lying.”

Adrien, finally, stopped looking stressed and looked surprised. “What? Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Well I’m passing physics thanks to you and your my friend Adrien. You’re obviously upset and I want to make you feel better.”

a smile, small but smile none the less, grew on his face. “Thank you. This means so much.”

“No problem. I don’t have to wear a tux though, do I? Like my mom doesn’t care about rules, I’m not really a suit guy and I don’t know how quick Marinette could make one for me.”

“In a night probably but you don’t. It’s a fashion line permie for Comme de Garcon. If you know what that is, you in a leather jacket and nice jeans will be fine. Plus Jagged Stone is on the invite list and I hear he’s bringing Fang, so you’ll be fine.”

“Then pick me up on the way and we’ll make the front page together.”

the big smile on Adrien’s face was almost blinding. “We’ll be show stopping. Oh, let me get you out of this cocoon.

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“I know he said you could make a suit in like a day, but I didn’t realise you’re this good.” Luka said as Marinette threw option of what to wear on the bed.

“I did make the award winning feather bowler in a few hours and two CD covers for Jagged Stone in a day, even with getting involved with the whole Akuma incident that day.” Marinette bragged.

“So, you swear you’re not mad at me for doing this for Adrien instead of, suggesting you.”

“I’ve gotten over him Luka. Hard yes, but I had been treating him as an object for most of the time I liked him. He didn’t deserve that and once I took a step back and started treating him as a human, I realised that he’s human. And we’re actually better friends. I’m just glad your doing this for him. He must be so happy to not have to spend a whole night with Lila.” Marinette said as she started to hang up outfit options.

“Yeah. When I offered, he got this huge grin on his face. It was like looking at the sun.”

Marinette giggled. “Alya calls him sunshine boy on her phone.”

“Sounds about accurate. I like him with that smile on his face. The song his heart plays sounds, really happy.” he had this thoughtful look on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you like that smile of his.” Marinette said airily.

Luka grew up with a sister, who while shy, could still be the stereotypical little sister. He knew that voice.

“It isn’t like that.”

“But you admit he’s cute right?”

“That’s not what this is about.”

Marinette shrugged. “Just pointing it out. I’m just saying that when you talked about his smile, Alya said I had the same look on my face. Alright, pick one.”

“That one, less layers.”

Loose shirt, usual skinny jeans, a favourite leather jacket and black scarf that easily hide itself under his jacket and just made it look like he had a bandana tied to his jeans if people didn’t pay close attention. Marinette had outdone herself again.

“I kinda wish you had one of those large rim hats.” She said stopping him from pulling off his usually accessories.

“Not really a hat person.”

“Can you tie your hair into a ponytail?”

once he did, she pushed him in front of his mirror. “Outdone yourself again Marinette.”

“Yes I have.”

“Luka!” Juleka called from above deck, “There’s someone here for you!”

“Don’t think I’ve heard her scream that loud.”

“You should see her during a horror movie. Thanks again. Get home safe ok?”

“Have fun.”

Another familiar voice he’d hear from his sister. He glared over his shoulder and she gave him an innocent look. She spent too much time around Alya if she was becoming this teasy.

Instead of the usual silver car, there was a limo waiting opposite the gangplank. He ignored the giggling from his sister and her girlfriend as he crossed it and Adrien’s bodyguard opened the door for him. Adrien was dressed to the nines in a classic suit with a smile to match. He could hear a bit of nerves but overall, Adrien’s heart of singing happiness.

“Hey, you look amazing.” Adrien greeted as he climbed in and the door shut behind him.

“Thank you. I asked Juleka for help and she called Marinette. Probably a good idea. She’s got some success under her belt I hear.”

“That she does. The scratch and sniff sticker on the Jagged Stone CD still surprisingly has it’s scent. Thank you again so much for doing this for me. You’re my hero, you have no idea. Also, you were right. My father said that Lila will meet us there. Nathalie is with her to make sure she doesn’t say anything so she has no clue either.”

“it’ll be perfect. I’m glad I could help. You seem happy with this and I’m glad. Seeing you happy is good.”

Adrien got slightly red. “Thanks. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still really happy you did this for me.”

“I’m happy to.”

“So what should our story be? Alec is apparently supposed to be there and he’s about as instant for an interview as Nadja.” Adrien said.

Luka shrugged, “Whatever you want. I’m here to help you.”

“Ok. I’m nervous what Lila might say, but if I can get her to get Marinette back in school, I can do anything. I’m used to outdoing foxes.”

Luka let out a laugh. Soon they arrived, the flashes from the cameras just breaking through the windows. Adrien was on the side closest to them, so with a smile and an out stretched hand, he pulled Luka out of the limo. Like it was natural, Luka rested his hand on Adrien’s waist. The lights from the flash were blinding but he was able to make it over to where Lila stood with Alec without tripping. Even half blinded and stars in his eyes, he could tell Lila was not happy.

“Adrien. There you are. I was just telling Alec who my date was.”

“Oh. Who is it? I’m glad you were able to find someone.”

“She was just telling us it was you.” Alec said, face screaming about getting a scoop.

“Well she must be talking about another Adrien. My amazing tutor here asked me once he was told about the event.” Luka said, putting his hands on Adrien’s shoulders.

“you’re Luka Couffaine, guitar player of Kitty Section. You preformed on TVi on Bob Roth’s insistence. Alec pointed out. “How do you know Adrien?”

“He jams with us when he can and he’s my tutor for physics. The brain on this man is astounding.” he said, letting his head rest on his hand, being as close to Adrien as possible.

“Luka, stop. I’m getting embarrassed.” Adrien said, Luka noticing his ears getting red.

“But you’re so cute when you get red.” he teased.

“Love must be in the air with you two. Lila was telling us you’d begged her to go with you.”

“No, not really. I don’t know what she told you, but I barely talk to her in school. We don’t spend that much time together except for photo shoots but that’s barley. I’m sorry if you somehow misunderstood Lila. Did my dad say something? I could of sworn I told him I was bringing Luka.”

Lila seemed to be grasping for words. Luka could tell this wasn’t a usual thing for her. For some almost evil reason, Luka wanted to make her even more lost for words as he wrapped his arms around Adrien’s waist, his head still resting on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you did. I feel like I barely get to hang out with you. I plan on keeping you close to myself during the show.”

Alec was buzzing and Lila looked pissed. Nathalie thankfully appeared out of thin air before anything could happen.

“Adrien, we have to get inside.”

“Of course. Nice seeing you again Alec. See you at school Lila.” Adrien said, pulling Luka's arms off but still holding on to him as he followed Nathalie inside. She turned with a disapproving look on her face.

“Adrien.” one word seemed to say it all but all Adrien did was shrug.

“I told him I didn’t want to go with her. He should of listened.” wrapping an arm around Luka’s, he pulled them inside to find their seats.

“She didn’t look happy.” Luka said, easily sliding his hands into his jean pockets and still letting Adrien hold onto him. “I hope I didn’t go to far.”

“Rarely see her smile and you’re fine. She was mad and who knows what the rest of the night means but it was worth it.”

They heard screaming and Luka was tugged out of the way and against a wall as a glass door went sailing down the hall were they’d been standing. Adrien was close to him, hands firmly grasping Luka’s arms, breathing almost as heavily as Luka.

“My hero. Are you ok?” Luka asked. He felt his phone buzz as the usual Akuma Alert was sent.

“I’m ok. Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Adrien!” he heard from outside. It sounded angry.

“Maybe let’s switch that.” Luka pulled Adrien into what looked like the entrance to the backstage area and led him to the sound equipment. “We can wait here and if they gets close, we’ll hide in the boxes.”

they ducked behind the boxes and Adrien started texting Nathalie.

“She said she’s stuck. I should go find her.”

Luka wasn’t an idiot. After meeting Marinette and Adrien for the first time and meeting Ladybug and Chat Noir after his mom was akumatized, he recognised the songs of their hearts. He knew Adrien was the famous cat in leather. Whether Nathalie needed help or not, Adrien needed to get out there and help.

“Adrien, I’ll go. Just promise me, you’ll be careful ok?” he meant more than just hiding.

“I will be. Go please, she’s near the entrance.”

he nodded and got up, knowing that Adrien would be ok and save everyone, but for a heart wrenching second, hoped he wouldn’t be truly hurt. Or that the Akuma was Lila with a grudge. He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to him before he could transform.

#lukadrien june 2020 #per lukadrien #fake maybe boyfriend

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Need Your Loving Tonight Ch. 23

Summary: The wedding and the end.

Note: Last one! I hope everyone enjoyed this series. It was so fun to do. I’m not sure if I’ll be writing much else after this. As always, the italicized part is the reader’s thoughts. The photo is one that I found on google. I do not own any rights to it. If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or an ask and I’ll add you!

Warnings: Language, pregnancy

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader

Words: 3k+

July 31, 1975

The summer air blew warmly, causing the rose bushes outside to sway side to side. The sun was beating down lightly on the bright green grass, but the heat was well maintained by the breeze that often flushed through the air. The pathway, lined with pink and red rose petals, trailed from the entrance of the beautiful venue and led out to a sharply trimmed patch of grass. When planning the wedding, the first thing you and John agreed on was an outdoor ceremony with an indoor reception and the two of you made sure that it happened.

A familiar feeling tingled in your toes, sending shivers throughout your body as you sat back in a chair that was perched in front of a large vanity in the rather small dressing room. Your hair was tied up beautifully, framing your face in a way that was both elegant and appealing. The natural tones of your makeup worked perfectly against your lacey, fitted and draping white gown. With a deep inhale, you pushed yourself forward, leaning your elbows on the vanity before you. Your eyes roamed over your reflection, admiring your appearance. It’s just how I always pictured it.

A gentle knock rapped against the door, startling you from your deep investment in your own reflection. You rose from the chair, pushing it in as you headed towards the door. Stopping just in front of the door, you peered through the peephole, trying to figure out who stood on the other side before letting them in. It was Sally, standing with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked towards the ground and tapped her heeled foot. You leaned back from the peephole, unlocking the door and pulling it open with the faint traces of a smile on your face. Sally stepped inside, immediately turning to lock the door once again and prevent other from getting it. She turned back around to face you and her eyes traced over your figure.

“Wow,” she spoke simply, the words flying from her mouth and leaving her breathless. “You look incredible. I swear, I’ve never seen a prettier bride,” a smile stretched out across her lips, bringing one to yours as well.

“Thank you, Sal,” you returned to the chair that you’d been sitting in before, angling it to face her as she sunk onto a small cushioned bench across the room. “You look really pretty as well. The bridesmaid dresses we picked out are truly gorgeous,” Sally nodded, knowing that you were right.

“Are you nervous?” Sally looked concerned as she asked. It was an expression that you had grown fairly used to seeing. Sally always did her best to look out for you, which sometimes resulted in her voicing her criticisms sometimes a little too often, but you admired it nonetheless. It was Sally’s constant worrisome glares and prying into your social life that brought your true feelings to the light of day. Without her you’d never be standing where you were today, in a wedding dress and about to marry the love of your life.

“I thought I would be, knowing me and all, but I’m surprisingly not. I mean, there’s a part of me that’s a little scared of being up there in front of so many people and everything that’ll happen at the reception, but I’m definitely not nervous about me and John. We’re meant to be and there’s nothing that can stop us now,” you folded your hands in your lap and caught sight of Sally’s gaze trailing down to them. Her eyes landed on your perfectly manicured fingernails and the beautiful cuticles that surrounded them. Sally felt her heart warm in surprise. She hadn’t noticed before now that you stopped biting at your cuticles. And it was with that realization that any spiral of doubt, no matter how big or small, about you and John vanished from Sally’s thoughts. He was good for you and you were good for him, she could 100% see that now.

“I’m glad. The two of you really are the perfect couple,” Sally stood up, adjusting the strap of her dress as she did. “I have to run and do a few more things before the ceremony, but me and the other bridesmaids will all be back in here just a little before were ready to start. Ok?” you nodded, and Sally went over to the door, giving you a wide smile before unlocking it and pulling it open. It wasn’t until after she had already taken a step forward that Sally realized there was another person standing in the doorway. Sally’s eyes trailed up from the ground, landing on the deep blue irises of the one and only Roger Taylor.

“Hello Sally,” he spoke timidly as Sally backed up, allowing him to step into the small room. “I just came by to wish the bride good luck,” Roger smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’ll just leave the two of you alone,” Sally quietly drifted back into the doorway, shutting it quickly behind her as she left.

“I kept hearing about how great you looked, but now that I see it, I can confirm that you really do look perfect. That dress is wonderful,” Roger sat down, perching on the same bench that Sally rested on a few minutes before.

“Thank you, Roger. That really means a lot,” you nodded as you spoke, and Roger hummed a response before opening his mouth to talk once more.

“So, how are you feeling? Big day, lots of emotions. Think you’re going to cry?” Roger’s slew of questions caused a chuckle to fall from your lips.

“I’m alright really. Not sure if I’ll cry but I don’t feel too nervous. If anything, I just feel ready,” you stated plainly, using your hands to accentuate your point.

“Ready to be Mrs. John Deacon?” Roger’s lips pursed and you could feel his saddened emotions peaking from his words.

“Look Rog, we really appreciate you being here. I mean, I really appreciate it. I know it’s still a little hard sometimes but we both know that this is what’s right. For both of us,” Roger nodded his head sadly. You caught a glimpse of a tear shining in his eye and quickly reached over to wipe it away with the pad of your finger. “You don’t have to be sad, Rog. Just think, you’re going to meet a girl one day and she’ll be perfect for you. The two of you will have what John and I have. There is someone out there for you. I just know it,” you leaned forward resting your hands onto your knees.

“I know, I know. You’re right,” Roger sighed, brushing the remaining tears from his eyes. “Just feels like everything’s happening so fast. I mean, it feels like just yesterday when Brian and I walked in on you shagging Tim in the rehearsal room before my audition,” Roger chuckled slightly, leaning his head back as he did.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” you laughed along with Roger feeling any and all wedding worries flee from your head. “That seems like it was forever ago. I can’t believe how young we all were,” Roger nodded again feeling that same easiness as you did.

“Yeah me too. But everything is different now, for better or for worse. I’m just glad that you still kept me around after all those years,” Roger’s eyes locked with yours and you could sense his sincerity within them.

“I am too. Who else would make fun of me if you weren’t around?” you giggled crossing your right leg over your left as Roger shifted in his seat.

“I guess Freddie would have to step up, but I can tell you right now that he’s not half as good at teasing people as I am,” Roger folded his arms over his chest proudly with a cool smirk plastered over his lips.

“Oh, I bet,” you laughed, pushing your chair so that the back rested against the front of the vanity.

“Well,” Roger began, slapping his hands against his thighs as he stood up. “I better get going so that Brian doesn’t freak out about not being able to find me,” you stood up too, moving closer to Roger. “Just wanted to see how you were doing and tell you how amazing you look,” a shy smile fell upon Roger’s face.

“Thank you, Rog,” you pulled him in for a tight hug and Roger made sure not to crush your perfectly styled hair. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as your arms still held him close. Reluctantly, Roger pulled away, backing up to the small door in your dressing room.

“I’ll see you out there, Y/n,” Roger flashed you a small smile before walking out of the room. Your heart stayed steady in your chest, beating a calmly as it would on any normal occasion. Yes, a part of you would always hold on to that attachment and love that you felt for Roger, but now you were ready to make things final. To move on once and for all and start anew.

May 11, 1980

“Honey can you come upstairs for a minute? I have something I want to show you,” John called down the staircase as you sat on the couch with a book in your hand. You let out a little huff, placing your bookmark into your book, marking the page so you can come back to it later. The pads of your feet hit the floor as you marched your way up the stairs. The house definitely looked smaller now than it had when you first bought it, but you still loved it. By the time you reached the top of the stairs you felt your breath become labored and heavy. John came up beside you, placing his hand around your back to help you walk into your bedroom. “Here, love. Why don’t you sit down?” John led you over to your shared bed, helping you sit comfortably.

“John, why did you call me all the way up here?” you asked, your breathing was still a little heavy as your hands went down to rest on your stomach. John rushed around the room, pulling a record from the record player and tossing it onto the bed next to you. “Hey, be careful with that,” you warned, but John ignored you, pulling a record out of an unmarked sleeve and placing it on the record player. After he set it all up, John turned around to face you. A bright smile covered his face, lining its way up to his eyes. “What is this all about,” you moved slightly, trying to get more comfortable as you leaned into a pillow.

“I wrote a song and we recorded it yesterday. I just got the final product today and I wanted to play it for you,” the smile never left John’s face as he spoke.

“You could have just said that instead of running around like a maniac, Johnny,” you laughed, trying to get up a little but falling right back down onto the bed.

“No, no, no. Stay there, I’ll come sit with you. Just let me start the track,” John turned around once more, fiddling with the record player until you heard the sound of guitar ring throughout the room. John rushed over to you, taking your hands off of your stomach and encompassing them in his. The song played loudly, and you really listened to the lyrics, realizing that it was about you. After the song ended, John looked up at you, his eyes locked with yours.

“What is this song called?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the back of John’ hand. His hand squeezed yours quickly before he answered, the smile never leaving his face.

“It’s called Need Your Loving Tonight. I started writing it when you went back to the States, just a bit before we got married. I’ve been tweaking it ever since. It just felt like a good way to get my feelings out at the time,” John’s hands stayed clasped with yours.

“I think it sounds great, John. I love it,” a smile broke out across your face, mirroring the same expression that covered John’s.

“Yeah?” he asked, and you nodded, pulling him in for a long sweet kiss. His hands came to rest around your waist, and you pulled him as close as you could. The two of you broke apart and John’s hands came to rest on your stomach as he leaned down and put his face level with it. “You hear that? You hear that Richie? Your Mummy loved the song I wrote for her,” you giggled as John spoke to your pregnant belly, feeling the vibrations flow through it.

“You’re ridiculous,” you pulled John’s hands from around you and kissed him once more as he grinned against your lips. It was then that you heard the sound of the front door open from downstairs along with the patter of footsteps across the hardwood floors. John helped pull you up from the bed leading you out the bedroom towards the staircase. You heard the muffled sound of voices and laughter coming from the kitchen as you finally descended the stairs. John wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he helped you through the hallway.

“Who is that making all this noise in my house?” John called out from beside you with a cheeky grin on his face. Instead of receiving a proper reply, a small girl who closely resembled John popped out from around the corner.

“Boo!” she shouted, sticking her hands up to frame her face. John stumbled backwards, still holding you tight as he pretended to be scared.

“Amelia May Deacon! You nearly gave your father a heart attack!” you teased, leaning over as much as you could to ruffle her messy hair. “What do you have to say?” you asked, giggling a little as Amelia smiled up at you.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to give you a heart attack,” she said bashfully, looking over to John. He had a huge smile etched over his lips as he bent over to be eye level with her.

“Ok, I forgive you,” Amelia smiled back at John before leaning in to hug him. John wrapped his arms around Amelia, lifting her up from the ground and throwing her over his shoulder. Amelia laughed and yelled as John rushed into the kitchen with her still hanging over his back.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. She just had ice cream,” a familiar voice called from the kitchen as you slowly tried to make your way in.

“Yeah, I’m all for babysitting but vomit is where I draw the line,” another voice spoke as you finally rounded the corner into the kitchen. You saw the last of the words fall from Roger’s lips as you approached the counter. Brian stood nearby, holding his son James in his arms and rocking him gently back and forth.

“Alright, alright, Johnny put her down before she throws up,” you hobbled over to the counter, placing your elbow down on it as Roger’s hand came up to rub your back. John put Amelia down, his breath had grown heavy and Amelia was still engaged in a fit of giggles. “How are you feeling Rog? Dom is due any day now, right? You’re going to be a dad just like these two dorks,” you pointed your thumb in the direction of John and Brian who now stood next to each other. Brian’s mouth opened wide in fake shock while Deaky just kept on smiling.

“She’s doing alright. I can tell she’s getting close though. But the real question is, how are you? You’re just as pregnant as Dom is,” Roger patted you on the back once more before removing his hand altogether.

“I’m doing fine. It’s a little harder to get around these days, but overall I’m good,” you smiled up at him as Roger nodded at you, showing that he understood. It was then that Freddie burst through the front door, making as much noise as possible.

“Hello, loves. Sorry for being late. We’re still going over some of the new songs, right?” Freddie asked, his eyes darting around the circle crowded over the kitchen counter.

“Of course, Fred,” Brian spoke in a hushed tone to keep James from waking up in his arms. He took James upstairs so that he could nap in peace before the four of them moved over to the living room and positioned themselves around the coffee table as they looked at some of the new lyrics and music sheets. Amelia dragged you over to the corner in the living room that was filled with her toys. She pulled out one doll for you and another for herself. You held it in your hand, with a small smile on your lips.

Just then, you heard the boys get louder in their discussion of music and your head turned in their direction. Your gaze drifted onto them, causing you to stop for a minute and take a good look at them. They had changed so much, new wrinkles, different hair, clothing styles, all of it. Hell, even you had changed. Everything was so different now than it used to be. They were just boys when you met them, but now they were men.

Your eyes scanned over them, lingering on John as he sat perched on the edge of the sofa. As if he could feel your gaze aimed at him, John looked up and met your eyes. He gave you a soft, loving smile. He mouthed that he loved you and your heart flipped in your chest, the same way it always did when he said that. You smiled back at him, returning your attention to your daughter sitting in front of you. Things had changed, and you were glad that they did.

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