#◜ DAZED & CONFUSED ‣ CHARACTER STUDY . ◜

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Your writing has been inspired so far, I'm eating everything up so far 🧡🧡🧡

If you're up for a request, what about how the Freshmen react to, after a studying at Ramshackle, falling asleep and waking up not only in their own bed but with either a lipstick print on their face, or with a vague or dream like memory of the Prefect kissing them good night? (Idk if you prefer to keep the Prefect gn or not when writing) Pre-relationship of possible as well!!!

Good night kiss

✦fem!reader

✦characters: first years

✦Awww that’s so cuuute!!!

Ace Trappola

Ace wakes up with a yawn and a stretch. He slowly crawls out the bed and immediately stops when he notices the faint red lip mark on his cheek.

He freezes. Stares at his mirror.

“…Is that lipstick?”

He flashes back just faintly to the feeling of warm breath against his face, the softness of lips brushing his cheek, your gentle whisper:

“Sweet dreams, Ace…”

His heart punches his ribs. “NO WAY. Did she—?! Did I—?! WAS THAT REAL?!”

Cue him pacing around his dorm, mumbling “I probably dreamed it... right?” but also refusing to wash his face just in case it was real.

The next time you see him, he’s awkward, twitchy, and trying way too hard to be casual.


“So uh… did you, like, put something on my face the other night? Or am I just hallucinating or something?” He laughed nervously

Deuce Spade

Deuce jolts awake in his dorm bed with a start. His face is warm. He blinks at the ceiling.

“I was at Ramshackle… studying… and then…”

He remembers. Your voice. The way you tucked the blanket around him. The feather-light pressure of a kiss on his forehead. Your soft giggle before whispering

“Sleep tight, Deuce…”

His entire face ignites. He shoots upright, smacking his own cheeks.
“No! No way! That must’ve been a dream. She wouldn’t—right?! Unless… unless she likes—no! Get it together!”

He goes to class the next day in a daze, blushing like crazy every time you say hi.


He almost asks you about it… but chickens out. Still, he secretly wonders if he should fall asleep at Ramshackle more often.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek wakes up in his bed and sits bolt upright, sputtering.

“I-I was at Ramshackle! I recall studying! And then—what… what was that…???”

His ears are red. His thoughts are spinning.

Did you… kiss him? Did you—did you touch his face? And whisper goodnight?

“DO NOT READ INTO THIS. IT WAS MERELY A DREAM. A HALLUCINATION!!” he roars to no one.

But the lipstick of your kiss lingers on his forehead tells others things.

He arrives at Ramshackle the next day, standing at your doorstep with arms crossed and a deep scowl… and a faint pink tint on his face.

“Prefect! If you did, in fact, do something as reckless and inappropriate as… as bestowing a kiss while I was unconscious… then I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!”

You blink. “So you did remember.”

Cue Sebek malfunctioning.


“I—! YOU—! THIS IS—! GAAAAHHH!!!”

Jack Howl

Jack wakes up unusually warm.

He frowns, sitting up in bed with the vague feeling something happened. Something… soft.

His hand brushes his cheek, and he freezes. There’s a smudge of lip gloss on his face.

He remembers. You leaning over him. A hushed, “Goodnight, Jack.” Then the gentle press of your lips on his temple.

He clutches the blanket and groans into it.


“…I knew your lip gloss smelled like that.”

He spends the entire day with his ears twitching and tail swishing restlessly. Every time you talk to him, he glances away like a flustered puppy.

Eventually, he asks—gruffly, quietly


“...That night. Was it… real?”

When you confirm it with a bashful smile, he goes silent.

“…Next time,” he mutters, not meeting your eyes, “...kiss me while I’m awake.”

Epel Felmier

Epel wakes up confused. He sits up in bed and rubs his cheek. It’s sticky. Strawberry-scented.

“What the hell…”

He rushes to the mirror and sees a soft pink lipstick print right on his cheek.

His face explodes with color.

“Oh my god. Did she—Did I—DID SHE REALLY KISS ME?”

His inner tough guy shatters like glass. He squeals into his pillow for three straight minutes, then immediately texts Deuce:


“Don’t tell anyone but I think I just got my first kiss???”

All day, he stares at you like you’ve grown angel wings. His heart is pounding. He’s too nervous to ask if it was real, but you wink at him across the cafeteria.

He short-circuits and nearly drops his lunch tray.

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Chemical Imbalance -Oneshot

Word count: 5277

Pheromones are chemical substances secreted by one organism that elicit a specific behavioral or physiological response in another individual of the same species.  The studies on how pheromones affect humans are still ongoing, and have no official proven theories.  And yet there was Y/N, a mutant born with the ability to release pheromones that once inhaled could affect others’ thoughts and actions.  It had first come to light when she was a child and inadvertently influenced her parents to give her what she wanted.  It created more problems as she got older and was able to harness the ability better, directing her pheromones towards specific people.  Teachers would let her pass even if she didn’t do the work.  She was able to steal from stores and never have consequences or repercussions because she would make the security or police just forget about her as she walked out.  She got her way every single time.

But then her parents found a doctor behind her back that gave them an experimental pheromone blocker, and she wasn’t able to influence them anymore.  After they cut her off and threw her out of the house she realized how dangerous and hurtful her ability could be.  She had to use it to survive for a while, but she tried her best not to from then on.  Sometimes when she was really attracted to someone her ability would unconsciously affect that person, but she tried not to make them do anything they wouldn’t naturally do on their own.  It made for a lonely life, since she couldn’t tell if that person was actually attracted to her or liked her as herself, or if it was her ability making them want her.  

She was found by a team of mutants who were tracking down other mutants to make sure they were safe and give them options if they weren’t.  Y/N was doing fine overall, but the idea of having a community of people like her was too enticing to pass up.  From there she was able to make friends, find a job within the community, and receive training from none other than Charles Xavier and then an alien named Mantis that taught her how to tap into her ability more directly through her mind and take control over it.  

Through Mantis she met the Guardians of the Galaxy and then eventually the New Avengers.  She was recruited onto the team as an interrogator, using her ability to get information out of the people they brought in without having to use physical means.  Y/N liked the job, getting to use her ability for some type of greater good, but more so she loved the little family she’d found with the New Avengers.  The first time they had all hung out after she had used her pheromones on a rogue spy they kept asking her questions.

“Do it to me,” Yelena said.  “I’ve been trained on resisting torture and–”

Y/N focused on her and emanated the pheromones.  “Who are you most attracted to on the team?” she asked pointedly.

Yelena’s shoulders sagged and her eyes glazed over, a dopey smile lifting her lips.  “Probably Bob,” she said dreamily.  “But Bucky can get it, too.”

The rest of them all gasped, then laughed heartily.  Bob and Bucky both blushed heavily and looked away.  Y/N stopped the pheromones and Yelena blinked rapidly and shook her head, looking confused and dazed.  “What happened?” she asked.  “Did you do it?”

“She did!” Alexei boomed, still laughing and holding his chest.  “That was hilarious!  Do it again!”

“Wait, what did I say?” Yelena said, starting to panic.  

“Nothing,” Bob quickly shook his head.  

That made them all laugh harder, and Y/N smirked, leaning back against the couch.  “Wait, so, can you make people fall in love with you?” Ava asked, looking genuinely intrigued.  “I mean, it sounds and looks like that Poison Ivy character.”

“That’s a good way to describe it, but um, not actually fall in love,” Y/N said, squirming in her seat.  “It influences their feelings and thoughts, so someone could think they’re in love with me.  When I really like someone it’s harder to control, but I try not to do it to them,” she said, dragging her lower lip through her teeth.  “It just doesn’t seem…fair.  Or right.”

The team sobered up at that.  “Then it must be hard to tell if they actually feel the same,” Ava said.  “Or if they’re just being affected.”

Y/N nodded, keeping her gaze down in her lap.  The rest of them all sat in somber silence for a moment before Walker cleared his throat.  “Have you ever tried it on a super soldier before?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows.  “Why?”

“Well, I wonder if it would affect us differently,” he said, gesturing to himself, Alexei and Bucky.  “If we would be able to feel it or fight it off more.”

“That’s…actually a good point,” Bucky mumbled, glancing at Walker.

“I have good ideas sometimes, too,” Walker said indignantly.  “Jesus.”

“Well, go on then, one of you volunteer,” Ava said to them. “What about me?” Alexei asked indignantly.

“You’re too old,” Yelena groaned.  Walker and Bucky looked at each other then back at Y/N.  “Could you do it on both of us?” Walker asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, feeling intrigued by the idea.  “If you’re both okay with it.”  Bucky shrugged and Walker looked excited.  “Okay, well, what do you want me to do?” she asked.  “Ask you a question?”

“Do the falling in love thing,” Ava said.  “I’m curious.”

“Ooh yeah!” Yelena and Alexei said at the same time.

“I don’t know if that’s–” Bob started, looking worried.

“They won’t actually fall in love with her,” Ava interjected.  “It’s just a trick.”

“I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable–” Y/N started.

“I don’t mind,” Bucky said.  Everyone stopped talking and looked at him.  “I’m genuinely curious,” he shrugged again.  “And it would be good for us to see how it affects people’s emotions, not just their thoughts like she did with Yelena or the spy earlier.”

They all looked back at her and she took a deep breath.  “Alright,” she sighed, then sat up and focused on Walker and Bucky.  “Ready?”

“As we’ll ever be,” Walker said, facing her.  He and Bucky moved to sit on the edge of their seats, looking at her expectantly.

Y/N took another deep breath and nodded, then let herself give off the pheromones again, directing them to Walker and Bucky specifically.  The moment it hit them they both blinked and stiffened.  The rest of the team watched on as Walker frowned, his eyes narrowing at her.  Bucky’s jaw ticked, his nostrils flaring as he let out a sharp breath and his eyes minutely widening.  At first they both sat perfectly still, and Y/N could see the way they tried to fight off the effect of the pheromones.  But just as it had with everyone else, they eventually began to give in.  Walker did the same as Yelena did, his shoulders sagging and his face relaxing into a dopey smile, looking at her softly like she hung the stars.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, his head tilting at her dreamily.  

The others giggled quietly, still watching on with rapt attention.  Bucky suddenly slid off of his chair onto his knees.  Whereas Walker was looking at her with a sappy expression, he was looking at her with a lustful one, his mouth agape as he bent forward and started crawling toward her.  The rest of the team all froze in shock, watching him crawl toward her on all fours and once he reached her stand on his knees and his hands reached for her face.  Y/N stopped giving off the pheromones, realizing that it was affecting him too much, but he still cupped her face in his hands.

“Mine,” he breathed, and started to lean down toward her face, his gaze staying on her lips.  Y/N’s eyes widened and she gripped his wrists to try and push him away, but then he was ripped away from her and thrown across the room.

“What the hell man?” Walker barked, stalking toward him.  

Bucky quickly got up and faced him, a murderous frown on his face.  They started fighting each other and Y/N could only sit there in shock.  The rest of the team all got up and tried to break up the fight, shouts and streams of curses being hurled back and forth.  Bob stayed in the corner with Y/N.  “You stopped doing it, right?” Bob asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Y/N said.  “As soon as he got close to me I stopped.”

He nodded and then grabbed her and put her behind him as the grappling got closer to them again.  “Get away from her Bob!” Walker yelled, temporarily distracted by another man touching her.

Bucky looked up at her and snarled at the way Bob was touching her.  “Mine,” he growled, wrestling with the rest of them and trying to crawl to her again.

“Stop it!” Alexei yelled at her, holding Walker’s legs to stop him from trying to get at her.

“I did!” she yelled back.

Bucky landed a punch to Walker’s head, knocking him out, then took down the rest of them one by one before reaching Bob.  Y/N quickly stood in front of him before Bucky could swing.  “Stop!” she said, holding her hands up.  Bucky immediately stopped and focused on her, reaching for her again.  She let him wrap his arms around her and pick her up, cupping both sides of his face as he tried to lean in again, this time being fast enough to kiss the side of her mouth when she turned her face away.  “I’m sorry, Bucky,” she said quietly.  She let off another whiff of pheromones, and his eyes fluttered shut and he toppled over, falling fast asleep.  Y/N landed on top of him with a huff then clambered off his body, standing back up and looking at the destruction around them.  The furniture was all broken, and the rest of the team were either knocked out or slowly trying to get back up from being previously knocked out.

“Okay,” Ava said, phasing back in front of her and Bob.  “So don’t pheromone blast the super soldiers.  Got it.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, tears brimming in her eyes.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know it would affect them so badly.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bob said reassuringly, reaching out and squeezing her arm.  “We couldn’t have known.”

Walker suddenly woke up and sat up straight, looking around in surprise.  “Woah, what the hell happened?” he asked.  

“You happened,” Yelena groaned, helping Alexei stand up.  

He looked at her in confusion.  “Me?”

“You and Bucky,” she clarified.  “The pheromones made you both fight over Y/N.”

He looked horrified and turned to Y/N.  “I…I’m sorry,” he said.  “I don’t even remember.”

“You wouldn’t,” Y/N said, wiping her eyes.  “The pheromones are a temporary sensation that your mind didn’t authorize, so it won’t remember what you did under its effects.”

Walker nodded and stood up, dusting himself off and rubbing at his head in pain.  “Did he seriously punch me with the metal arm?”

Bucky groaned on the floor and they all stepped away from him.  “What…what happened?” he asked, sitting up and leaning against the toppled couch.

“You kissed Y/N,” Bob said matter of factly.

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to her.  “I…what?”

“Not fully,” Y/N said, trying to make him feel better.  

“You knocked me out cold and kissed her?” Walker laughed.  “Jesus, Bucky, that pheromone shit messed you up.”

Bucky quickly stood up and looked like he wanted to shrink in on himself.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t mean…I would never…I–”

“I know,” Y/N said, walking toward him and putting a hand on his flesh arm.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know it would get to you guys so much.”

“It’s probably the serum,” Bob ventured.  “Makes things like that flow through the body at an accelerated rate, like trying to fight off a virus.”

“Probably,” Bucky nodded, looking down at her hand.  “I’m…I’m still sorry.”

“It’s alright, Bucky,” she said gently.  “I’m alright.  We’re okay.”

***

Y/N was so not okay.  After seeing Bucky react to her pheromones that way she had started to have dreams about it.  Watching him fall to his knees, overcome with desperate need to be near her, to touch her, to kiss her, crawling to her…and the feeling of his lips pressed so close to her mouth.  She kept trying hard to not let her attraction get the better of herself.  If it did, who knows what would happen?  Especially now that she knew the super soldier serum overreacted to the pheromones, she had to be careful.  

One night as they were all watching a movie she noticed Bucky staring at her.  He was good at making it subtle, but she could feel his stare from across the room.  He’d been looking at her a lot more lately, and it worried her that maybe her pheromones were naturally emitting rather than her having control over it.  She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, reeling her ability in, but he still stared.  She snuck a look in his direction and met his gaze.  His cheeks were flushed, his eyelids fluttering when she looked at him, and he licked his lips.  Fuck, she thought.  Is it me?  Am I doing this?  Dammit.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” she said suddenly, standing up and walking around the couch.  “Got a headache.”

“Feel better!” Yelena said, waving without looking at her.

Y/N walked down the hall as fast as she could without raising suspicion, getting inside her room and shutting the door soundly.  She really needed to reign this in.  Just because she had a crush on Bucky did not mean he wanted to do anything with her.  And her pheromones making him react that way was not helpful to him, her, or the team dynamic.  She was a newcomer, and if she couldn’t handle herself she would be the first one asked to leave.  She didn’t want to lose her new friends.  

A knock at her door made her jump.  She sighed heavily and opened it to find Bucky standing in the doorway.  Her eyes widened.  “You okay?” he asked quietly.  He didn’t look as flushed now, and she took slight comfort in that.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Y/N said with a polite smile.  “Just a headache.  I’ll sleep it off, but thanks for coming to check on me.”

“Sure,” Bucky nodded and looked down at his feet.  They sat in silence for a moment, and she could see the moment the pheromones took over again.  His shoulders sagged and he let out a long breath.  Y/N cursed herself and started to close the door, but he blocked it with his foot.  “Y/N,” he said her name is a warning voice.  

“I’m sorry, Buck,” she whispered.  “Just go, before it gets bad–”

“Too late,” he grimaced, keeping his eyes on his feet.  

“Please go,” she begged, feeling worse by the second.

He suddenly pushed into her room and then shut the door behind himself before grabbing her shoulders and pressing her against the door.  She gasped and stood still, looking up at him in shock as he visibly shuddered from her arousal at the situation making her pheromones amplify towards him.  “Fuck,” he groaned.  “You’re attracted to me, huh?”

Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes at the shame and embarrassment that flooded through her.  “Yes, but–”

“What if I’m attracted to you, too?” he asked, leaning his forehead against hers, but still keeping his gaze down on his shoes, like he was afraid to look directly at her.  

“You’re not, it’s the pheromones–”

“No, it’s not,” he grunted.  “I felt attracted to you from the moment I saw you.  This just makes it so much…” he shivered again, his hips almost imperceptibly jerking toward her.  “Goddamn, I’m so hard, baby.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath.  She felt so bad, and yet at the same time so aroused.  But it wasn’t real.  There was no way he understood what he was saying.  He wouldn’t remember this later.  He was just influenced by her stupid ability.  “Bucky,” she said, trying to keep her tone even.  “You should go.”

He nuzzled down the side of her face, his beard chafing her cheek in a way that made her involuntarily whimper.  She could feel his smile against her cheek, then he turned his head and kissed the side of her mouth.  Y/N felt so overwhelmed that her knees buckled, but Bucky caught her with his metal arm around her waist, making her hips meet his so she could feel his raging erection through his pants against her stomach.  She gasped and his flesh hand gripped her left hip.  “You could probably make me cum just like this, huh?” he asked breathily.  “Without even touching me.  Should we try it, baby?  You make me cum and I’ll make you cum.”  His flesh fingers twitched against her hip, moving closer to her core.  “Please, baby?  Holy fuck, I’ve never felt this turned on before.”

Y/N knew it was wrong, but her own desperation was overriding her logical thinking, and it had been so long since she last let herself feel good.  Her left hand reached up and moved his flesh hand to the waistband of her sleep shorts.  “Do it,” she said.

Bucky huffed out a sharp breath and his hand immediately dipped into her shorts and underwear.  His fingers slipped through her lower lips, easily finding her clit and rubbing it in small circles.  Y/N bit her lip and moaned, her back arching so her chest was pushing against his torso.  Bucky chuckled as his thumb stayed on her clit and his first two fingers moved down to dip inside her.  “So wet already, baby?” he teased.  “God, you feel so good.”  Another wave of pheromones hit him as her pussy pulsed around his fingers, making him shudder.  “Oh my god!” he groaned.

Y/N wanted to see him, so she blindly reached for his waistband and pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to free his cock and balls.  She pushed him by the chest to create enough space to be able to see him, and hummed when she did.  He was so hard it was pulsing, precum already dripping from the slit and the tip was an angry reddish purple color.  “Aw, Bucky,” she teased back.  “You look so pretty like this.  So messy and needy.”

He shoved his face into the crook of her neck, his fingers moving faster in her pants.  “I’m so close,” he whined, his hips trembling and stomach flinching from the need to thrust.  “Please Y/N…please…”

His fingers shoved inside her as far as they could go, curving just a little and stretching her as his thumb flicked her clit just right, and she came with a pained cry.  Her pleasure rippled through the pheromones so much that Bucky tensed and then came, shooting long spurts of cum over her shirt, lower stomach and onto his hand still in her shorts as he hissed against her neck and struggled to keep himself upright.  They both heaved panting breaths as they came down from the high, and eventually he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and then away from between her legs.  He pulled away and brought his hand to his mouth, licking off her cum and then wiping it on his shirt before meeting her gaze.

“That was…insane,” he huffed a laugh, looking down at the mess he made.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, resting her head back against the door.  She steeled her emotions and then cupped the side of his face and gave off more pheromones.  “Now go to bed, and forget this ever happened,” she said lowly.

Bucky’s eyes glazed over and he nodded like he was drunk.  Y/N fixed his pants and then turned to open the door.  He trudged out of her room and towards his bedroom.  There was a moment where he paused and his head slightly tilted like he was going to look back, but then his body leaned forward and he continued on to his room.  Y/N checked down the hallway to see if anybody else saw, then nodded to herself and shut and locked the door.  She sighed heavily as she peeled off her clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower.  What she just did wasn’t right or fair.  Using Bucky to get herself off, influencing him to want her so badly that it hurt, and taking advantage of him in that state.  She hung her head in shame as she got in the shower and cleaned up the evidence of her betrayal.  He deserved better than her, better than stolen moments caused by a chemical imbalance.  She would have to stay away from him as best as she could.  This couldn’t happen again.

***

It happened again.  It was during a team barbecue.  Y/N had been careful to stay away from Bucky specifically, but in moments like this it was impossible.  She was sitting across the yard from him, talking to Bob and Yelena as she snacked on food from a charcuterie board sitting between them.  She could feel Bucky’s eyes on her periodically, but she actively ignored it, focusing on what Bob was saying about the newest book he was reading.  After a while the rest of the team moved over so they were all in the same area again, and Bucky sat in the chair next to her.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted her.

“Oh, hey Buck,” Y/N said, trying to keep her face neutral and giving him a friendly smile.  “How are you?”

“Fine,” Bucky said, leaning toward her.  “A little confused, though.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Well, we’re supposed to be a team,” he said, his voice quieter so only she could hear as the others all talked to each other.  “And it seems that you don’t really like to be around me.”

Y/N’s heart broke and she shook her head.  “No, I…that’s not…”  She was flustered by how close he was and being put on the spot.  

“Did something happen?  Did I…make you uncomfortable?” he asked, looking wounded at the mere thought.

“No, no Bucky, not at all,” Y/N shook her head fervently.  “It’s not you, it’s me.”

“That’s cliche,” he scoffed and looked away.  God he’s got the perfect side profile, she thought ruefully.  Then it happened again.  The tension in his shoulders visibly relaxed, and his eyelids fluttered as his mouth hung open.  Fuck.  The memories of their previous exploit involuntarily flashed through her mind, and it translated into him shivering and shutting his eyes tight, his metal hand moving to between his legs and pushing down the growing boner.  “Fuck,” he moaned.

The rest of the team all looked toward him.  “Uh…you okay there, Bucky?” Walker asked.

Dammit, Y/N thought.  She tried to reel in the pheromones, but as the thought of how his cock looked, the way he’d begged for her to make him cum, the way he’d kissed the side of her mouth all played like a movie in her head, Bucky got more riled up.  “Ahem, um, maybe we should…” Yelena said, trying to divert attention away from him as he groaned and cupped himself.

Y/N was near tears as she watched him struggle, and could see his cheeks flush from the arousal and the embarrassment of the situation.  “What is happening?” he whispered to himself.  The pain in his voice made her feel awful, and she stood and turned her attention to everyone else.  She let out a burst of pheromones toward them, and they all focused on her as they’re eyes glazed over.  

“Everything is fine,” she said lowly.  “Nothing is happening.  Look away and forget the last two minutes.”

They all nodded drunkenly then turned around.  Behind her Bucky whimpered and then let out a long groan as he came in his pants.  “Ah!  Fuck…me…mmh…”  Y/N gave him privacy until he was done then turned to face him.  His cheeks were still flushed, and he was looking down at his lap in shock and embarrassment.  “Y/N, I’m…I’m sorry–”

She sat back down and cupped the side of his face with another wave of pheromones.  “Everything is fine,” she repeated, watching his eyes glaze over.  “Just a freak accident.  Go change your clothes, then come back and forget that this happened.”

Bucky drunkenly nodded and moved to stand but then met her gaze.  There was a moment of silence, and a flickering in his eye of clarity.  Y/N frowned as she watched him, unsure of what was happening.  But then he sighed, stood and walked back into the tower to go change.  Y/N watched him leave and bit back a wave of tears that threatened to spill over.  She did it again.  She embarrassed him in front of the team.  Even if she could make them all forget about it, she still felt awful at the fact that she had caused the whole situation.  As the team all came back to themselves and started up conversations again Bob turned to look at her and then looked around in confusion.  “Where’d Bucky go?” he asked.

“Bathroom,” Y/N answered simply.

Bob nodded and started a new conversation with her.  Y/N knew at that moment that it couldn’t continue. She had to leave, and fast.

***

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Ava asked one night.  “I’ve been trying to find her for our girls’ movie night.”

“No, I thought she was with you guys,” Bob said with a frown.

“Y/N is missing?” Alexei shouted, becoming panicked.  

“Well just hold on, let’s just take it down a notch,” Walker said as he rolled his eyes.  “Has anyone checked her room?”

They all walked toward her room and knocked on the door, but there was no answer.  Ava tried the doorknob, but it was locked.  “Friday?”  She called up to the ceiling.  “Where is Y/N?”

“Miss Y/L/N has left the Watchtower,” Friday replied overhead.  “She sends her deepest apologies and her resignation from the New Avengers.”

“What?” Yelena scoffed.  

Bucky could hear them all out in the hallway but his focus was on the piece of paper he’d found on his pillow when he got back from training.

Bucky,

I’m leaving, and when I say ‘it’s not you it’s me’ I mean it.  This is not your fault.  I have feelings towards you that are becoming an issue when it comes to my pheromones and I have taken advantage of you and your reaction to my ability, and for that I am so sorry.  You deserve better than that, and so to not cause you or anyone else any more pain or embarrassment, I had to leave.  I don’t deserve to be a part of a team when I continually put one of the members of that team into inexcusable situations.  I’m so sorry.

Y/N

He stared at the note and reread it over and over again.  He knew it.  Those images in his head weren’t memories of wet dreams, they were actual memories from when her pheromones had overtaken him.  And as much as it did slightly embarrass him, he also felt strangely vindicated.  His feelings toward her were reciprocated, which was probably why he reacted so much differently to the pheromones, and he wasn’t going crazy.  A part of him considered whether it was best that she left, but the bigger part of himself wanted her back.  She was a good addition to the team, they needed her ability for interrogations and possibly for missions.  And he wanted her.  Her kindness, friendliness, and camaraderie with the team as well as with him was what drew him to her in the first place, and even if her ability had gotten the better of her, and definitely of him, he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at her.

Bucky gathered up his things and left his room, passing the rest of the team.  “Where are you going?” Bob called out.

“I’ll find her.”

***

Y/N wiped away more tears as she walked down the Wildwood Boardwalk.  She didn’t have the resources to get very far, and had already had to use the pheromones to get some food and a bus ticket.  She didn’t even know where to go and had just gone to the first place she could think of.  Now as it was getting late, the boardwalk lit up and the sun set, and she paced around the end of the pier as she gazed out at the water, trying to think of her next move.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Bucky’s voice called out to her.

She whirled around and gasped at seeing him walk toward her.  “Bucky?  What…you shouldn’t be here,” she said, edging away from him along the railing.  

“No, you shouldn’t be here,” he retorted, approaching her slowly.  “Got your note.  Everybody’s freaking out.  You’re missing the girls' movie night.”

Y/N shook her head and shut her eyes.  “You need to go, Buck, please, before it happens again.”

She felt his metal fingers cup her chin and move her face up, but didn’t dare open her eyes.  “What if I want it to happen again?” he asked.  She peeked through her lashes at him.  He looked completely serious and unfazed by any pheromones she might have been emitting.  “What if I told you I want you and have feelings for you, too?”

“You don’t,” Y/N said, her voice wobbling.  “It’s not real.  It’s just my stupid–”

“I do,” Bucky insisted, leaning down and nuzzling her nose.  “Your pheromones aren’t stupid, they’re powerful.  Powerful enough to bring us together faster than we would have without them.  Though I’d rather not cum in front of the team again,” he said with a smile.  

Y/N giggled and nuzzled him back.  “I’ll work on it,” she said quietly.  “I’m sorry–”

“Nuh uh,” Bucky interrupted her, kissing the side of her mouth.  “I’m not angry.  You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?”  Y/N looked back and forth between his eyes, finding nothing but amusement and adoration in them.  She sighed and nodded, her smile widening.  “Good,” he breathed.  “Now I’m going to kiss you, then we’re going to go home, and you can finally touch me and show me how much you can make me cum with those pheromones of yours.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath as she shivered in anticipation.  “Yes Bucky,” she whispered.

Bucky seemed to revel in the way she said his name and smirked as he closed the distance between them and finally kissed her fully on the lips.  She kissed him back tentatively at first, but then he angled his head and pushed forward, pinning her against the railing, and she reciprocated his passion.  She inadvertently let off more pheromones and he hummed against her mouth.  “Careful, baby,” he mumbled on her lips.  “Otherwise I’ll have you right here on the pier in front of everyone.”

She giggled again and kissed him lightly.  “Let’s go home.”

[angelsleepinggurl]

“𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.”

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. Your drunk boyfriend fails to realise that you’re the angel taking care of him.

wc. around 892

tags. aki hayakawa x reader. drunkaki x reader. aki hayakawa reader fluff. all characters are 18 years old.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Stumbling through the door, the two of you barely manage through the doorway, with Aki leaning heavily on you, his weight threatening to pull you both to the floor. For a moment, it feels like you’re going to crash—your foot catches on the edge of the doormat—but you shift just in time, managing to stay upright with Aki slung against you like a ragdoll. His arm slips off your shoulder as he mumbles something incoherent, too far gone to make much sense of the world around him.

"Easy there," you mutter, more to yourself than to him. His head lolls to the side, his loose jet black hair lazily falling down his face’s sides. A content hum vibrates in his throat. He’s out of it, lost in whatever haze alcohol has wrapped him in. You crouch down, easing him against the wall, his back sliding down just slightly as you focus on pulling off his shoes. He watches you with half-lidded eyes, a slight grin on his face as if this whole thing is amusing him.

“You think this is funny yeah? Sicko.” you jokingly mutter under your breath, successfully getting his other shoes off. Makima, your boss, wanted to congratulate the team for their hard efforts. This led to suggestions for the group to out for drinks tonight, something on which you had cooled down, especially since last time’s events. But this time, the new recruit, Denji was here. Drinking and getting himself into all sorts of mischief. It all got a little too much for you when Himeno threw up in his mouth. It got a little too much for Aki when he started singing randomly and becoming really pouty and cuddly, signifying his end. So here you are, struggling to lift your boyfriend to a couch in the living room.

Aki drapes a heavy arm around you before slinking across the couch. He sprawls out like he is made of liquid. Moulding and melting to the structure of the furniture. You let out a soft sigh, standing for a moment to look at him. His hair’s a mess, his cheeks flushed pink, and he’s got this dazed look in his eyes that somehow manages to be endearing. Shaking your head, you head to the kitchen and fill a glass with water. When you return, he hasn’t moved, his arm now dangling off the side of the couch. You set the water on the table, then grab the remote and flip on the TV, settling down beside him.

The TV’s a blur of moving colors, but neither of you are really paying attention to it. Aki shifts beside you, turning his head lazily in your direction. His gaze lingers on you, as if he’s trying to place something, his brow furrowing in this adorably confused way. Your fingers sem to rub against his scalp repetitively, still holding the glass of water.

“You look a lot like my girlfriend,” he mumbles suddenly, his voice thick with sleep and alcohol.

You glance at him, trying to stifle a grin, and reply nonchalantly, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his eyes narrowing a bit as if studying you more closely. “It’s kinda freaky.”

You stifle a laugh, biting the inside of your cheek. "Do you like your girlfriend?" you ask, your voice casual, as if you’re making small talk, though there’s a slight teasing edge to it.

“I love her,” he says immediately, the words slipping from his lips with a kind of softness that makes your heart flutter. He says it like it's a fact, like it's obvious, something everyone should know. His eyes half-close again, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. “She’s so nice to me. And she’s got this… really pretty hair.” He lifts his hand clumsily, gesturing vaguely at your head. “And she has this amazing laugh. I wish she’d laugh forever.”

You can’t help it—you laugh, just a little, your breath catching in your throat at the sincerity in his voice. Aki’s eyes flicker open at the sound, and for a second, it’s like he’s awake again, aware, noticing you fully. But the moment passes as quickly as it came, and his head drops back down onto the couch cushions.

“I wish my girlfriend was here right now,” he mumbles, his voice wistful.

Something softens inside you at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. His eyes flutter open again, bleary but warm, looking up at you as if he’s not sure what’s real.

"Silly," you whisper, smiling down at him, “I am your girlfriend.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Aki blinks up at you, his brow furrowing as if he’s processing the words. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across his face, lazy and soft, like the realization is just starting to sink in. He lets out a contented sigh, closing his eyes again as his head nestles deeper into your lap.

“I knew that,” he mutters, though there’s a playfulness in his voice that suggests otherwise.

You laugh softly, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. The room falls quiet, the sound of the TV a distant hum in the background. Aki’s breathing evens out, his body relaxing completely against you, his hand resting lightly on your leg as if even in his half-asleep state, he wants to be close to you.

“Love you too, idiot.”

[wenosgf]

Along The Ome Line, Home (PART ONE)

Synopsis: Y/n has a complicated family, and one thing she can’t afford is for the relationship between her and her two best friends to get complicated too. She’s been pretty satisfied with loving Yixiang from afar, not willing to mess up their friendship for the sake of her feelings, but things get confusing when the three of them go to university, and Euijoo gets bolder with feelings of his own.

Pairing: Byun Euijoo x fem! Reader

Tropes: Childhood friends to lovers, University AU, Love Triangle

Featuring: All of &team, Giselle (Aespa), Keita (Evnne), Ayaka (NiziU)

Tags: set in Japan (may be inaccuracies), K x Fuma, Y/n K and Taki are siblings, a lot of family trauma (sorry), Y/n studies physiotherapy, fencer! Euijoo, badmintonist! Nicholas, the burn is slow, smut (eventually), coming of age, angst, fluff, found family, mommy issues, Keita is evil in this, Jo x Yuma, Harua x Maki if you squint, intense yearning

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, panic attacks, throwing up, minor character death (offscreen)

WC: 11.4k

Strongly recommend you listen to the playlist while reading

‘I′ll give you all I have, and nothing less, I promise. Love me and don't look back. I want you with me on this road to the sky. We′ll be shining every night, I promise you. Just me and you. I promise you’

“Fucker,” Y/n muttered, directing her snide remark towards her younger brother, Taki, as his Toad sent a blue shell in Mario Kart.

Taki grinned. Y/n tried to slow down her Peach so someone would pass her and get hit by the blue shell instead.

“WAIT-“ Maki shrieked as his Wario flew past Peach, and he was promptly hit with the blue shell, flipping over and dazing his character,“Bitch,”

Euijoo slapped Maki on the leg. Y/n cackled as she sped up and passed him again.

The Nintendo Wii has been attached to the television in Y/n’s basement since 2006, but it never dusted or went out of use. It was frequently used throughout her childhood by all the neighbourhood kids, and even now, as older teenagers, it still gets everyone gathered in one room during the weekends and summers. Well, not everyone. Y/n’s elder step-siblings, Aimi and Haruki never stayed for long when they visited. And her other step-brother Yudai, and his friend Fuma said they felt like grandpas while hanging out with the younger kids, so they always went off and did their own thing.

“Y/nnnn, can I play?” Y/n’s younger sister, Yua, stuck her head through the door and bent down to look at the group of childhood friends through the gaps in the stair railings.

“Fuck outta here, Yua,”

“Y/nnnnnn,” She whined.

Yua always got left out of the group. Mainly because Y/n did not want to hang out with her little sister, she felt like that was lame. The only reason she willingly hung out with Taki was because he was in the same year as Harua and Maki, who were deeply integrated into the group. She hated how old they made her feel. She was at the grown age of 18, hanging out with a 14-year-old (Maki) and 15-year-olds (Taki and Harua). At least Yixiang and Euijoo were the same age as her so she wasn’t the only weirdo.

“Go hang out with Jun,”

“We’re arguing right now,”

Involuntarily, Y/n’s big sister instincts kicked in, and she turned away from the game to look at Yua,“Why are you arguing?”

Yua eyes guilty flicked over the room, and Y/n was observant enough, and also knew of her sister’s antics enough, to notice when her eyes landed on Harua, who was very invested in the game of Mario Kart, sharing a beanbag with Taki.

“Stop fighting over Harua, he doesn’t want either of you,” Y/n said dryly.

Yua let out a shriek of horror and slammed the door shut. Her quick footsteps could be heard running up the stairs to her room. It seems she wasn’t aware that Y/n knew about Yua and Jun’s obsession with Harua. As if they hadn’t been giggling around him since they were children. The fifteen-year-old had been a child actor, and was still active in the industry, so he was constantly moving across the country and therefore was more of an enigma to the younger girls than the rest of the neighbourhood boys.

Harua raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name, and Y/n glared at him.

“Stop hypnotising my sister,” She said sternly.

Harua smiled cheekily and turned back to the old television,“I mean, she’s only a year younger…”

“No. Choose Jun,”

“NO!” Maki chimed in, now feeling the need to be protective over his own sister,“Not my sister. Choose Yua,”

“No. Jun.”

“Why don’t either of you want me to be your brother in law?” Harua jutted out his bottom lip.

“Because you’re famous. And you have fangirls. I don’t want Yua to have to deal with that,”

“Yeah. Find a nice famous girlfriend, won’t you? And while you’re at it, get me one too-” Harua’s character slammed into Maki’s on the screen,“Bastard.”

“How are we all bitchless still?” Yixiang asked, whose Dry Bowser in Mariokart was throwing bananas at Euijoo’s Waluigi.

“Speak for yourself, I always see Jo smiling at his phone,” Y/n muttered.

Jo looked at her, his lips slightly parted, looking offended by the accusation,“Hey,”

“You’d tell us if you were talking to someone, right?” Yuma asked Jo.

Jo shrunk back into the cushions of the sofa,“As if. I’d never hear the end of it,”

“Oh come on. We’re not like that. We’d be supportive,” said Maki.

“Really? I recall my ex-girlfriend running away in fear of Taki,” Yixiang drawled.

“Well, that was because-” Taki started, but Y/n quickly threw a blanket over his head, accidentally covering Harua too. The pair shouted and struggled to wrestle the blanket off of them so they could continue the game, but ultimately were just getting themselves more tangled.

“Heyyy kids,” Everyone turned at the sound of Yudai’s voice at the top of the stairs. He smiled fondly as everyone cheered greetings at him and Taki’s face lit up completely once he managed to escape the blanket,“I’m making dinner now, it’s time everyone goes home to eat,”

There was a chorus of groans from everyone, the once-competitive game now forgotten. On cue, yelling could be heard from somewhere around the block, a man yelling in Korean.

“Byun Euijoo! Dinner time!”

And then another one in Mandarin. And then more calls in Japanese. Everyone’s parents were calling them home for dinner. Since everyone lived so close, no matter whose house they were currently at, the adults always settled on just yelling out rather than a simple text.

The boys slowly stood up and filtered up the stairs, saying their goodbyes. Yixiang ruffled Y/n’s hair as he walked past, and her heart skipped with joy.

“I saw Youko in the kitchen earlier so you don’t need to make a serving for her,” Y/n told Yudai.

His smile faltered a little at the mention of that woman. Y/n knew that he didn’t like the fact that she’d started calling her by her name rather than ‘Okāsan’. She knew it made him upset, but Youko didn’t treat her like a daughter anymore, and so Y/n won’t treat Youko like a mother.

Youko Koga’s greatest enemy was her love. She once gave all her love, and three children to a man who couldn’t keep his hands off of other women. He was the devil, truly. And he was the one who left. He left Youko, and their children, Aimi, Haruki and Yudai. Youko had thought maybe she’d never try to love again, but that changed when she met Minoru Takayama. He was younger, with a past of recklessness which Youko didn’t need to tangle herself into, but he had a beautiful baby daughter, Y/n, whose mother didn’t want her. He was trying to be a good father to his daughter, even though she was an accident. He never spoke about her with regret or resentment. He truly loved his daughter. And Youko and Minoru fell in love. They had two more children, Riki and Yua. And he loved Aimi, Haruki and Yudai like his own.

Minoru did have one flaw. He was dependent on the fumes of a cigarette. Too early, did tumours grow in his lungs, and too early, did six kids lose their father. It wasn’t right. Y/n was thirteen. She made herself go numb so she could still take school seriously. Riki and Yua were only ten and nine. Aimi and Haruki had already moved out of the small neighbourhood in Okutama for University, and couldn’t be there for their siblings. Yudai stayed. He was in his last year of high school, and went to a university that was a two-and-a-half hour train from their home, but he stayed with them, and commuted everyday. Yudai, Riki and Yua had never had much of a sibling relationship, due to the age gap, but after Minoru passed, he became almost like their father. Yudai was an athlete, he should’ve moved away somewhere with better opportunities, but he always stayed.

And Youko, she hadn’t been the same. She’d loved and loved, and never gotten anything back but grief. It became hard to look her own children in the face, as they had his eyes that crinkled shut with laughter, and the fat in their cheeks which will stubbornly stay until adulthood, just like Minoru. She became emotionally absent as a mother. She was always there, physically. But she never smiled. She never told her children to have a good day before school. She never did anything except sit in her room and write. She wasn’t their mother anymore. Especially to Y/n. Y/n wasn’t even her child. Y/n had none of Youko’s DNA, and Y/n slowly started to notice Youko pulling away from her more than the others. But, Youko had always been ‘Okāsan’ to Y/n. She didn’t understand why it was happening.

And so, the Koga-Takayama family was pretty infamous in Hikawa, the neighbourhood they’d lived in since childhood. There were seven other families that lived on the block. The Koga-Takayama’s, Asakuras, Muratas, Nakakitas and Shigetas all moved in around the same time. Later on, an elementary school specifically for international students was opened nearby, and the Byuns, the Wangs and the Hirota’s moved in. Hirota Riki had the same first name as Riki, Y/n’s brother, and at first they were just Riki 1 and Riki 2, but Riki 2 hated being Riki 2, and eventually they made up their own nicknames- ‘Taki’ and ‘Maki’.

What sucked for Y/n was that she didn’t have any female friends her age. Yua and Jun were five years younger, and Yixiang, Euijoo and Yuma all had older sisters who basically treated Y/n the way Y/n treated Yua - like a little girl they didn’t want to hang out with. She was happy with Yixiang and Euijoo, and even Yuma who was only a year below. The four of them were close growing up, and so were Taki, Maki and Harua, all being in the same school year. Jo was the one who they had to bully into being their friend. At first, Taki’s group tried to bait him with candy and ice cream. And then Y/n’s group found out he had a trampoline in his back garden, and they tried to befriend him too, and poor Jo seemed to get overwhelmed and stopped leaving his house in fear of being harassed by one of the neighbourhood kids. They got to him eventually, though, and soon both groups merged through mutual taking advantage of Jo to use his trampoline. Safe to say, it was devastating when Jo’s parents got rid of it, despite them all being way too big for it by then.

Yudai, Y/n, Taki and Yua sat around the chabudai, enjoying Yudai’s ramen. He cooked, mostly. Sometimes, Y/n did it, sometimes Taki and Yua, but never Youko. They never liked to talk about her, it was just uncomfortable to do so. Because you don’t want to talk badly about your mother, but it’s not like they had much good to say. Yua sat beside Y/n, shooting her evil side glares as she slurped her noodles noisily.

“Stop giving me evils,” Y/n told her.

“I can’t believe you said that,” She grumbled.

“Said what?”

“You said me and Jun were fighting over Harua right in front of him!”

Y/n let out a small laugh as she remembered,“You can’t date someone from the neighbourhood, it’s incest,”

“Says you. You have a fat crush on Yixiang,” Taki said.

Y/n smacked him over the head, and he hissed in pain.

“Shut up.”

“Are you ever going to confess? You know I chased off his old girlfriend because you told me you were soulmates? I was ten, I thought soulmates were a real thing,”

“There’s no point in confessing if I’m just gonna get rejected,” She rolled her eyes,“I’d rather have him as friend than nothing at all,”

“Maybe if you confess, that will be the knock over the head he needs to realise how great you are,” Yudai says.

“Great? Are we talking about the same sister?” Yua drawls.

“Bitch, I’m gonna spit in your food next time I’m cooking,”

“Evening,” Youko walked into the kitchen, her face as cold and still as always. Nobody said anything back to her, they just watched as she walked over and dropped some post onto the table, kept the ones which were addressed to her, and went back up the stairs to her room.

The air seemed to get thinner every time she was around, or maybe everyone was just holding their breaths subconsciously as to not set her off. She could have a bit of a temper sometimes, she didn’t really like to be reminded that she had kids at all, so everyone stayed out of her way.

“No outburst. She must be in a good mood,” Yua said bitterly.

“Yua,” Yudai said warningly. He didn’t understand. Youko had been good his entire childhood. He didn’t know what it was like for Taki and Yua, to be children, and suddenly have their father die and mother change completely. He didn’t die slowly, either. It took him sixteen months to succumb to the tumours inside of him, and Youko seemed to become emptier and colder each day.

Y/n looked through the post on the table, finding a letter addressed to her from the University of Tokyo. She unsealed it, reading through the information which had been sent about her admission to the university. It was the March before her first year at university. Her, Yixiang and Euijoo had all applied to the same university, and thankfully all gotten in. The University of Tokyo was the closest option for them from the small neighbourhood in Okutama they live in.

“I can’t believe you’re going to university in a month. I feel so old,” Yudai grumbled.

“You better not cry when I graduate,”

“No promises,” He smiled sweetly, making it impossible for her to be mad at him for being cringey.

Yudai stood up and scooped the some of the remaining ramen into a bowl, handing it over to Y/n,“Can you run this over to Mrs Murata?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed the bowl, slipping on her shoes at the front door and going down the winding path to the Murata’s house nearby. Yudai always liked to give his leftovers to Fuma, but pretended he was giving it to Mrs Murata, knowing she’d end up giving it to her son. Fuma was a sprinter, and Y/n knew he needed to eat a lot of proteins and carbohydrates, and Y/n secretly suspected Yudai’s signature ramen with egg and tofu was specially configured for Fuma.

She entered through the front door without knocking, kicking off her shoes and going to the dining room where Fuma and his parents were eating dinner.

“Hi, Mrs Murata!” She greeted with a smile,“I have some of Yudai’s leftovers,”

“Oh, how wonderful, Fuma loves Yudai’s cooking,” Mrs Murata quickly stood up and took the bowl from Y/n’s hands, and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Are you really going to university in April? I could’ve sworn you were fourteen a couple weeks ago,” Mr Murata said.

“She has grown up. I feel like I raised her myself,” Fuma said.

“You?” Y/n laughs.

“Yeah,” Fuma crosses his arms defensively,“I was your dad and Yudai was your mum,”

She rolled her eyes as Mrs Murata returned with a bowl of udon and handed it to Y/n, then sent her off on her way. She returned home, only to pass Yixiang in her hallway, who was holding another portion of Yudai’s ramen.

“You couldn’t stay away, could you?” She joked.

Yixiang chuckled, shaking his head,“Yudai practically forced this into my hands. I was just giving him some of my mum’s gao li cai,”

“You know the etiquette - you can’t give someone food without getting some back,”

“Yeah,” He laughs, putting his shoes back on in an improper way which folded the backs underneath his heels,“See ya,”

“Y/n! Go give some eggs to the Byuns!” Yudai called from the kitchen.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not a doordash!”

“You too, huh?” 

Y/n and Jo both walked through the Byun’s front porch and into the house, Y/n with a bowl of boiled and peeled eggs, and Jo with a pot of miso soup. He laughed.

“I’m stuck in an endless cycle of giving food and receiving it,”

“Funny. So am I,”

Euijoo was sitting with his father at the chabudai when Y/n and Jo walked in bearing gifts, and his face lit up.

“Y/n!” He jumped up and took the eggs from her.

“And Jo,” Jo mumbled.

“Appa, we need to give Y/n some kimchi jjigae,”

“And Jo.”

Mr Byun stood up and took the soup from Jo, thanking them warmly. His Japanese was quite broken, but very endearing. Sometimes, Y/n just nodded and smiled at what he was saying without really being able to understand. She just never had the heart to ask him to repeat himself or slow down. Euijoo definitely got his cuteness from him. His mother… Y/n couldn’t really comment. She was still in Korea. 

Euijoo returned from the kitchen with two bowls of stew, handing them to Y/n and Jo,“You liked this last time, Y/n. We should really go to Korea at some point, if you like my dad’s cooking, you’ll love it there,”

“I want to go to Korea,” Jo said, but nobody was really listening to him.

“We should. We should’ve done it over the holidays, to be honest,”

“You’re right,” Euijoo said,“Maybe over summer break?”

“Us and Yixiang?”

“Yeah, or… just us,”

Y/n cocked her head to the side slightly,“Yixiang would want to go though,”

“Yeah, but…”

Euijoo’s dad smacked him on the shoulder lightly and said something in Korean. Y/n figured he was scolding him for keeping them back.

“Go, go, eat.” Mr Byun said in Japanese.

Y/n and Jo left with yet another bowl of food, slipping back into their shoes for what felt like the hundredth time that evening to her.

“It’s so annoying being with you when we’re around Euijoo,” Jo mumbled.

“Why?” She asked. Euijoo was genuinely the gentlest and kindest person she knew.

“It’s like he forgets everyone else exist,”

“Really?” She laughed,“I’ve never noticed,”

“You can’t be serious.”

They reached the path where they had to part ways to get back to their homes,“Can we go to AEON tomorrow?”

Jo groaned,“The train ride is so long,”

“It’s an hour,”

“An hour that I could be using to do anything else,”

She rolled her eyes,“Yeah, well, I know that you’ll get FOMO and come anyway, so,”

He didn’t respond to that, and plodded up the stone steps to his front door. 

Y/n loved to go shopping. As soon as she was old enough to take the train alone, she would frequent the big shopping centre - AEON - further into central tokyo, as if it were a second home. It wasn’t even the buying aspect that she liked, it was just the busyness and contrast of an urban area compared to the very vast and rural area she came from. Her father used to take her there too, with Yua and Aimi. He always said the women in his family should be spoiled rotten, and even though they weren’t the richest family, he’d buy each of them something nice. Like the necklace Y/n still wears everyday, which had a singular pearl charm.

Sometimes, she’d like to make a trip out of it. She, Euijoo and Yixiang already needed to do some extra shopping for university, so naturally the others would just come along too. The Ome Line got pretty busy, and adding eight kids to the mix was just mildly inconvenient for everyone around. When there were no seats available, Y/n would find it hard to keep herself upright as the train turned sharply and went over uneven ground. Her and Euijoo had developed this habit, where he’d hold onto a grab handle with one hand and a stanchion with the other, and sort of cage her in, so each time she fell backwards she’d just hit his chest. 

Naturally, he started doing this as the group piled onto the train and tried to grab onto something supportive before it started moving to the next stop. His chest was like a ghost over her back, not exactly touching but close enough to know he was there. Of course, it was always normal for them to do this, but, the first time the train turned a little and she unconsciously leaned back into his chest, she realised just how much he’d grown since they were children. Yes, Euijoo had always been athletic, but over the past couple years he’d grown to at least six foot, had started working out, and suddenly he had this lean and slightly muscular figure that she often forgot about until moments like these, when she felt for herself just how hard his chest was. 

She was a little taken aback by this, because it started to register in her mind that Euijoo was technically, legally, an adult man now. Not the little boy who she once tricked into biting an eraser because she told him it was chocolate. And, what they were doing probably looked quite intimate to those who didn’t know them. She had never batted an eye about being physically affectionate with Euijoo, because, well, it was Euijoo. Her best friend. He was just like an extension of herself. But now, people were probably looking at them and thinking they were a couple. The idea didn’t make her inherently uncomfortable, just a little weird. Because she’d never thought about him in that way.

When they arrived at the shopping centre, they ended up splitting up, not really intentionally but inevitably. The younger kids had this excitement about everything around them that Y/n, Euijoo and Yixiang simply lacked as their adolescence escaped them. Yuma always claims that he’s part of the group of elder kids, but whenever it comes down to it, he always ends up with the younger ones. So wherever they went, Y/n didn’t really know, but she, Euijoo and Yixiang were looking around at utensils and various things they needed in order to live alone for the first time.

“Oh my god, look at these oven mitts,” She said excitedly, showing Yixiang a pair of cornflower blue oven gloves with little yellow flowers stitched onto them.

Yixiang glanced at what she was showing him and then continued looking around the store,“You know those are just impractical. It’s way easier to use a tea towel.”

“Yeah… you’re right…”

Euijoo rounded the corner, caught sight of the oven mitts, and his eyes lit up, round like saucers,“Those are so cute.”

She smiled,“That’s what I said. But Yixiang thinks they’re impractical.”

He scoffed and took the gloves from her, chucking them into their collective shopping trolley. After they finished shopping, they lugged their heavy bags to an ice cream shop nearby. Weirdly, even in early spring when the air was still crisp and cold, they never passed up the opportunity to get ice cream. And the younger kids were already there, of course.

“Are you going to Tokyo for university, too?” Yuma was chatting at Jo, having already chosen to go to The University of Tokyo himself. One day Yuma realised that if they all went to the same university, there would be one singular year, in which Y/n, Euijoo and Yixiang would be in fourth year and Maki, Taki and Harua would be in first year, in which they’d be all together. Ever since that revelation he’s been busy trying to convince the rest of the boys to go to the same university.

“I’m not sure yet,” Jo said. He always put up with Yuma for some reason, no matter how annoying he got. 

Y/n pushed Yuma’s shoulder,“Stop bothering him about that, he still has time to decide,”

“Do you know what you want to do in the future, Jo?” Euijoo asked.

Jo thought for a second,“Basketball, probably. It’s the only thing I’m good at,”

Yixiang clapped him on the back,“You should totally go to Tokyo then! The sports programs are great.”

“Don’t pressure him.” Y/n said.

Yixiang smudged some ice cream onto her nose with his thumb and she jumped at the sudden coldness.

“Yixiang!” She attempted to wipe her nose with her hand. Euijoo passed her a tissue.

For a second, the delusional side of her couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? To be honest, that thought ran through her head with every little thing that Yixiang did. It was hard to be so infatuated with someone for so long, that sight of what was normal and what wasn’t frequently got lost. Yixiang would probably smudge ice cream onto anyone though. He was annoying like that. She shouldn’t get her hopes up.

On the Ome Line back home, her back was to Euijoo’s chest again. She still felt a little weird about it, but she tried to convince herself that since it wasn’t strange as kids, it shouldn’t be strange now. Just because Euijoo had grown into a beautifully attractive man, didn’t mean their relationship had to change in anyway. 

Graduation was right around the corner, and Y/n had already caught Yudai crying to a photo of her, as if she’d died or something. Soon enough, the entire third year student body was gathered in the main hall, dressed smartly in their school uniform, with all the parents and family sitting at the back. Yixiang and Euijoo’s parents plus Yudai and Fuma (no idea why Fuma was there, really) all cheered for each of them as they crossed the stage to accept the graduation certificate. Y/n just knew that Yudai was crying. 

Afterwards, the three fresh high school graduates were laying down on the grass covering the dirt of a river bank, watching the rippling water as it flowed from a relatively flat residential area to a beautiful mountainous valley not too far away. They’d gotten dinner with everyone to celebrate, and decided to go on a walk afterwards as the sun set.

“This feels weird, doesn’t it?”

Euijoo and Yixiang looked at Y/n curiously.

“Does it?” Yixiang asked.

“In a couple weeks we’re going to be living in dorms, far away. We won’t be able to just look outside our windows and see mountains like that. We won’t be able to shout to each other from our own homes and be heard,”

Euijoo gave a soft smile,“We won’t be too far apart, though. We’re all on campus.”

“I’m going to live in Euijoo’s room. He has an en-suite.” Yixiang said.

“I have one too,” Y/n piped. You can live in my room, she wanted to say.

Yixiang just shrugged and looked away. Euijoo sat up, and Y/n reached forward to brush some grass out of his hair. His ears went red.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He sounded strangely awkward for someone she’d been best friends with since childhood.

She hummed and ruffled his hair, and he laughed and swatted her hand away, trying to fix his hair again.

“I hope we don’t change too much,” Nicholas spoke quietly.

“What do you mean?” Y/n sat up too and rested her chin on her knees.

“I hope we - this - doesn’t change. I hope that we’ll always have each other. Don’t give me that look, let a man be vulnerable for once,” 

Y/n snorted and pushed his arm, letting out small giggles,“Go on, go on, be vulnerable. I quite like it.”

“We should promise each other, though, to never let something get between us,” Euijoo said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, it would be really upsetting if something came between a friendship of - what - fourteen years?”

“It won’t happen.” Y/n reassured him with a smile. He looked away from her, instead staring at his lap.

“Euijoo and I never have to worry about liking the same girl, thank god.” Yixiang chuckled.

“Really? How’d you know?” Y/n asked.

“Errr, well…” 

Euijoo smacked Yixiang on the leg and then quickly stood up, brushing some grass off his backside, to no avail since his trousers were already stained green.

“I’m tired.” He announced.

“Tired? We should have a sleepover.” Y/n grinned.

“Are we twelve, Y/n?” Yixiang laughed.

Y/n stood up and dragged him up by the arm,“Shut up. This was our last day of high school. Yudai always tells me I’ll regret trying to grow up so fast,”

Yixiang shakes his head and chuckles as he lets himself be dragged,“Okay, fine. Whatever you want, Y/n. I’m not sleeping in the middle of you two, though.”

Although the three of them should’ve outgrown sleepovers a long time ago, it still happened a few times a year. Yixiang always whined and complained about it, and then agreed anyway. He would fall asleep first anyway, snoring like his nose was blocked each time. Y/n rolled out a long mattress on the floor and the three of them sat down and started watching a movie. Y/n liked to jokingly put on ‘Ponyo’, a movie which had a character who resembled Euijoo, especially as a child, and Y/n and Yixiang would point at the screen and go ‘Euijoo, I didn’t know you could do that’ every minute or so. And they’d keep doing it until Euijoo threatened to leave, and they’d put on something else.

Today they settled on ‘The Garden of Words’. Normally Y/n didn’t take movies too seriously, especially when she was watching with other people, but she couldn’t help thinking about this one in the context of her own life. The characters represented the difference between adolescence and adulthood, something that Y/n, Euijoo and Yixiang were on the cusp of. She’s closer in age to the young boy in the story, but really, she felt more like the older woman. She was scared that the youthful passion and enthusiasm had already left her. She was aware she’d been forced to grow up quickly when her father passed and Youko became distant, but at the time it hadn’t occurred to her that that was necessarily a bad thing. She wanted to be excited about the next step in her life, but instead she was just scared of getting stuck in some helpless pattern like the woman in the movie.

“That was a little strange, wasn’t it?” Yixiang had said once the credits were rolled,“Weird age gap,”

“Yeah, but… you can probably interpret it was non-romantic from her side,” Euijoo commented.

“Not really something that should be left ambiguous though, is it?” 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Taki stuck his head in,“We’re having a sleepover?”

“Who’s we?”

Taki didn’t care. He bounded into the room and plopped down between Yixiang and Y/n, and then Maki and Harua followed him inside, each tucking themselves in under the duvet.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe I invited you guys into my room,” Y/n drawled.

The young kids never listened. Soon enough, the lights were flicked off and six people were shuffling under the duvet, all trying to sleep comfortably despite being squished against one another. Y/n had Taki on one side and Euijoo on the other, and she giggled to herself at Taki’s open-mouthed sleeping face, wishing she could reach for a phone and take a photo. She turned over and nestled her head into the pillow, facing Euijoo who was already looking at her.

“You’re a nice sister,” He whispered to her.

She smiled and shook her head,“Little do you know he’s getting a beating when everyone goes home,”

Euijoo stifled a chuckle, knowing she was lying,“One time I tried to sleep with my sister after I had a nightmare, and she kicked me off the mattress,”

“I remember. You cried to me about it the next day at school,”

She could see how deep his blush was even in the dark,“I swear you have a selective memory. You only remember my embarrassing moments,”

“No. I remember your cool ones too,”

“…Like?”

“Ummmm,” She scratched her head as she tried to think.

Euijoo rolled his eyes and flicked her forehead lightly.

“Ow.”

“That did not hurt.”

“How would you know?”

“MAKI IS FARTING!” Harua called out, followed by the sound of Maki screeching as he was kicked off the mattress.

Y/n sighed,“Kids these days.”

Euijoo chuckled and reached out. She was confused as to what he was doing at first, but he just stroked her hair for a second and then retracted his hand awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“Sorry.”

She smiled and closed her eyes,“G’night, Joojoo.”

With her eyes closed, she failed to see how pink he went at the nickname.

Moving in was a hassle. They had to use three different cars to get everyone’s stuff to the dorms, and then there was the anxiety of making a good impression on flatmates. It was rather shocking, actually, suddenly being surrounded by so many people when they came from such a small neighbourhood where they only really saw each other outside of school. Y/n was studying physiotherapy. It took her a while to decide what she wanted to do. Most of her close friends were going into sport, and the idea of being able to help them sounded nice, so that’s what she went for. And yes, Yudai cried as he hugged her goodbye.

They didn’t spend their first day together, because they decided it would be better to get to know their flatmates. Y/n had seven, but the two she clicked with were Keita and Giselle.

“My best friend is Korean! He moved to Japan when he was four.” Y/n had told Giselle as soon as the girl mentioned she was part Korean.

“Oh? Is he cute?” She asked.

Y/n paused for a moment. The correct answer was yes, he’s cute. He looks like a model. But he’s my best friend. You can’t have him. Instead of saying that, she just went “Um…”

Giselle grinned widely and leaned forward to rest her chin on her closed fist,“Oh, right.”

“What?”

“You like him.”

Y/n spluttered,“I do not,”

Giselle arched an eyebrow and shared a look with Keita, so Y/n got even more defensive.

“I don’t. I actually like my other best friend, Yixiang.”

“Oh,” Giselle said, squinting her eyes suspiciously, and then she smiled,“You know, I think we’re gonna be great friends.”

Y/n didn’t really know what Giselle meant by that, she she took it as a compliment.

The first time Y/n introduced Euijoo and Yixiang to Giselle and Keita, Giselle had pulled her aside and said “Girl, I get it now.”

“You get what?” Y/n laughed.

“Why you can’t pick one.”

That just made her laugh even harder,“You mean Euijoo and Yixiang? I can, and I very much have picked one,”

“Then why hasn’t something happened between you after all these years?”

Y/n tried to hide how hurt she was by that comment. It’s not like she hasn’t been asking herself the same question this whole time. Everyone back at home knew that she liked Yixiang, so if Yixiang liked her back, he would’ve done something by now, probably. The thought pricked tears to her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall, instead blinking them away and shaking her head.

Giselle rubbed her shoulder softly,“I’m sorry, that was insensitive. I’m just saying, don’t waste your time. Euijoo is right there.”

Y/n rolled her eyes,”Euijoo and I are friends.”

“He doesn’t look at you like one.”

That comment had been brushed off pretty quickly by Y/n. She just took it as Giselle being the stirrer she was, although unintentional.

The first term passed in a complete flash, and soon, it was summer break. As planned, Y/n, Euijoo and Yixiang organised a trip to South Korea to visit Euijoo’s mum. He didn’t talk about her a lot, so Y/n didn’t know much about her, but a plane ride and a taxi fare later, and Mrs Byun was hugging each of them in her arms, smothering Euijoo’s face with kisses and marking him up with lipstick. Y/n tried so hard to not laugh at the scene, biting down hard on her lip to contain herself, which only got worse when Yixiang let out quiet sniffles of laughter to her side. Finally, they were let into the spare room which they’d be sharing, and Y/n and Yixiang broke down with their hands on their knees heaving for air from the sheer intensity of their laughter.

Euijoo glared at them, furiously wiping at his face to try and remove the lipstick,“Ugh, I don’t know why she’s like that. She sends me like five messages a year and then acts like that when she sees me,”

“Oh, Joojoo, c’mere,” Y/n wiped away a tear and beckoned him over.

He quickly came to her and she placed both hands either side of his face, smudging off the lipstick with her thumbs. His cheeks were so soft and warm, getting hotter by the second as his blush grew from his cheeks up to his ear. He was very endearing like this.

“Jeez, I should’ve just left you two to go on the trip alone,” Yixiang mumbled, setting down his backpack.

Y/n didn’t like that comment. It made her feel weird. Obviously, she’d always been more physically comfortable with Euijoo, because she didn’t have feelings for him. Yixiang made her too nervous for her to be holding his face the way she was holding Euijoo’s, but did that kind of behaviour repel him? Was he less likely to like her because she was so touchy with Euijoo? Suddenly, she dropped her hands from his face.

The first thing they did was visit Ilsan Lake Park, which had some amazing structures, flower arrangements, fountains and a beautiful lake that reminded Y/n a little of Okutama. They sat down on the grass by the lake and had a picnic, glad that they chose the summer for her first time visiting Korea.

“Do you prefer Japan or Korea?” Yixiang had asked Euijoo and the three of them sat down on a blanket and looked out onto the still, glass-like surface of the lake.

“Japan, but… not really for geographical reasons,”

“What reasons, then?”

He shrugged,“Everyone I love is in Japan,”

Y/n smiled. Euijoo looked at her and returned the smile, while Yixiang observed the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

What they were most excited for, is that they could all legally drink in South Korea. They weren’t all that enthusiastic about going out clubbing for the first time in a foreign country, so they settled on a small bar near Mrs Byun’s place. Unsure of what exactly to have, they each settled on soju. Euijoo’s place was a walkable distance back, so they were pretty free to get as drunk as they please, without being disturbing.

Euijoo’s face flushed so red when he drank. It was really adorable. Y/n felt the need to comment on it.

“Cute.” She cooed at him.

He frowned and pouted,“What?”

“You’re cute.”

His eyes widened and his pink lips parted, he looked as if Y/n had just cursed out his grandmother or something,“I… I need the toilet,”

As he got up to leave, Yixiang turned to Y/n and shook his head, looking exasperated.

“You can’t just say stuff like that to him, Y/n,”

All Y/n’s drunk mind could comprehend was that Yixiang had just called her by her name. The sound of it on his tongue was so beautiful and sweet her legs probably would’ve gave out beneath her if she wasn’t sitting down. Yixiang couldn’t handle his drinks. He was being deliberately slow but still was leaning over the bar with his eyes drooping shut. When Euijoo got back, they headed out the bar and walked back to Euijoo’s childhood home. Yixiang slumped into Euijoo’s side as they walked, and Euijoo supported him with an arm around his torso.

Once back, Euijoo pushed Yixiang onto the bed and Y/n helped him remove his shoes.

“He’s gonna be snoring extra loud tonight,” Y/n chuckled.

“We could always sleep in the guest room,”

Y/n placed down Yixiang’s shoes and paused,“Really? I don’t really want to leave him alone, though,”

Before Euijoo could respond, Yixiang grunted and rolled onto his front, seemingly glaring at the two of them,“Go to the guest room. Please.”

She chuckled and patted Yixiang’s knee,“Okay, sleepyhead. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Euijoo opened the door and flicked off the light switch,“G’night, Yixiang,”

There was a soft grunt in response.

Euijoo shut the door quietly behind him and led Y/n to the guest room. It was small, with only a single bed, but Y/n and Euijoo had slept together in way closer vicinities before, as all the neighbourhood kids would try and squeeze onto one mattress. It shouldn’t have been an issue. They took turns in the bathroom changing and then got into bed, under the covers. They lay facing each other at first, just staring. Euijoo was good at staying composed while drinking, but Y/n could tell by the flush of his face that he wasn’t completely sober.

“Y/n,” He voiced softly.

“Mhm?”

“I know you like Yixiang.”

Y/n let out a light laugh,“Yeah. It’s pretty common knowledge,”

“But… sometimes you say things… that confuse me,”

She frowned,“What things?”

He sighed and shook his head, turning over to face the other way,“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Goodnight,”

Too tired to pry, Y/n ruffled his hair affectionately,”Goodnight, Joojoo,”

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night. She was confused at first, initially thinking she was in her bed back at home, but then she realised she was in Euijoo’s guest room. She tried to adjust her position, and that’s when she realised that Euijoo had both arms latched around her waist, as if she were some kind of cuddle toy.

“Euijoo,” She whispered. He just grumbled and pulled her closer.

This was weird. Y/n and Euijoo had definitely hugged, definitely cuddled before, at some point in their friendship. They used to do ‘cuddle lines’ as kids, where all the kids would spoon each other, it really wasn’t unusual for Euijoo to be holding her this way. It was partly because they were alone in this scenario, and also because both of their bodies had grown and changed since childhood. Y/n now had boobs and Euijoo was now… well… an attractive man. So a man and woman cuddling as friends was less normal than a boy and girl cuddling as kids.

Still, Euijoo’s torso was very warm, and his scent was very comforting. It’s only weird if she makes it weird, she told herself, and then she leant into Euijoo’s chest and snuggled in, shamelessly breathing in the smell of his citrus bodywash. He let out a small whine in his sleep and moved his chin to rest on her head. She tried not to think about the way her whole body tingled at the sound.

In the morning, Y/n woke up to the feeling of a gentle hand petting her hair. She stirred and squinted at the bright sunlight leaking through the edges of the curtains, and then gave Euijoo a sleepy smile.

“Jesus christ, how do you look like this in the mornings?” Euijoo said, though it sounded like the comment was involuntary.

“Huh?” Y/n covered her face with her hand, worried that she looked bad.

“Sorry,” Euijoo sat up and pulled away from her,“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. You look unfairly good in the mornings, that’s all,”

Y/n chuckled and shook her head,“You’ve seen me in the mornings countless times,”

“Yeah, I get shocked every time,”

She punched him in the arm, not appreciating the teasing. He laughed and raised his arms above his head, stretching, revealing a brief slither of his lower abdomen as his shirt lifted. She wasn’t aware he looked like that under there. His waist was so slim and he had some muscles there. Suddenly, she felt herself wanting to slide her hand up his shirt to feel what else he was hiding, but there was no way she could disguise that was friendly affection.

Yixiang met them at breakfast. Euijoo’s mum had made them pancakes. To be honest, the first batch was a little burnt and the second was a bit too raw, but with enough lemon and sugar, Y/n was happy to eat them anyway. Mrs Byun chatted at them as they ate, telling them about whatever she had going on at work. Y/n realised she didn’t actually ask Euijoo many questions. You don’t see your son for a year, and the only thing you do when you see him is talk about yourself? She found herself wondering who would be the better mum, her or Youko. But it wouldn’t be good of her to compare her and Euijoo’s problems.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you got a girlfriend, Euijoo?” Mrs Byun asked after a long rant about the promotion she was trying to get.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Euijoo said, through a mouthful of pancakes.

“Are you sure? You two were in bed together last night,”

Y/n chuckled,“We were trying to escape Yixiang’s snoring,”

Yixiang rolled his eyes.

“Really? Do you two cuddle a lot, then? As friends?”

Euijoo and Y/n both shrugged. It’s only weird if they make it weird, Y/n has to keep reminding herself.

By September, they were back at University for their second term. Giselle was starting to be a bad influence on Y/n. She’d started convincing her to dress up, wear makeup and go drinking even though they weren’t twenty yet. It was very scandalous to her at first, but she realised a lot of people her age actually did it, plus the sake vending machines outside of campus had no ID scanner. Still, Euijoo wasn’t very happy when he found out about it.

“What happens if you get arrested? You get kicked out of Uni and then what?” he spoke angrily. Euijoo, Y/n and Yixiang were all on Y/n’s bed, playing smash bros, though Euijoo was the only one angrily mashing the buttons of his controller.

“Well we’re very careful about it. We don’t go to anything too large. We always just go to someone’s house, drink a bit, and then come back,”

“It’s stupid. You’re not stupid Y/n, please don’t get in trouble doing this,”

“I won’t, Euijoo, I promise,”

“You look good though,” Yixiang said casually.

Euijoo’s fingers stopped moving on the controller entirely.

“What?”

“I mean,” Yixiang cleared his throat awkwardly, as if he’d said something he wasn’t supposed to,“I’ve seen the way you dress up when you go out. You always look nice,”

Y/n felt like her heart was going to explode,“Thank you,”

Euijoo placed down the controller and announced he was leaving. He was gone so quick Y/n didn’t get the chance to remind him to take his jacket.

By December, they broke up again for Winter break, and the three went back to Okutama. Y/n’s first year at university was going way too quickly for her liking, and yet she was glad she, Yixiang and Euijoo still seemed the same. On New Year’s Eve, the neighbourhood kids all gathered in Y/n’s basement. Yudai had even given them some alcohol, sternly telling them that the older kids were responsible for any throwing up or injuries that might occur. At first, they were just playing Mario Kart and drinking. Then, as everyone became progressively more drunk, they started playing music and dancing, jumping on the cushioned sofas and screaming the lyrics incoherently.

It felt good, to not feel like a stressed University student for once. Even if it meant hanging out with her sixteen year old brother. She didn’t mind, because Taki didn’t even need to drink to dance with her, no questions asked. As annoying as she claims she finds him, he does always make her smile when she needs it.

Yudai and Fuma were setting of fireworks in the garden at midnight. As the countdown approached, everyone rushed upstairs to go watch. When Y/n jumped down from the sofa to join, she suddenly felt very lightheaded and sat back down, trying to stop her vision from swaying.

“Are you okay?” Euijoo was at her side, kneeling down in front of him.

“Yeah, of course,” She waved him off,“Hurry up, don’t miss the fireworks!”

He tilted his head at her with wide, concerned eyes,“I’ll stay with you,”

“No, please, I don’t want to make you miss it,”

He nodded silently and got up, rushing up the stairs. You thought that you were alone, but then you noticed Yixiang was slumped over the beanbag across the room. He had clearly been drinking, since all the muscles in his body seem to stop working when he does, and he turns into a limp fish.

“You don’t want to see the fireworks?” She asked him curiously.

He looked over at her, and then shook his head, looking solemn. He had been a little strange that day, but she didn’t want to mention it in front of everyone.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, the alcohol making her more direct than she would’ve otherwise been.

He let out a small huff of air and then looked at her again, this time not looking away,“I feel a way about someone who I’m not supposed to feel a way about. Do you understand?”

Her stomach was doing acrobatics in side of her, the possibility of this person being her, or being someone else, was driving her mind completely wild,“I think so. Why aren’t you supposed to feel a way about them?”

He paused,“I’d be betraying someone else,”

Y/n tried to read his eyes, she tried to filter through his vagueness and find real meaning in his words. He got up, wobbling slightly as he walked towards her and plopped down on the sofa beside her. They only looked at each other for a while. His lips were so naturally pink, soft-looking, such a contrast to the way his dark eyes were looking at her at that moment.

“I want to kiss you at midnight,” She said, suddenly gaining all the courage in the world.

He stayed silent, biting on the insides of his cheek. She started to regret her words, thinking of a way to backtrack and restore their friendship, but then they heard fireworks outside, and Yixiang was leaning in and kissing her.

Y/n woke up groggy and dehydrated, but she remembered one thing very clearly. She had kissed Yixiang. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy or terrified, currently she was feeling a little bit of both. Yixiang had kissed her, so surely there was something there, right? But if he were to come up to her today and say ‘sorry, that was a mistake’, then she doesn’t know how she’ll ever recover. It would be too much. She realised that she’d woken up because her phone was ringing. She looked at the name - ‘Joojoo🧡’ - and immediately answered.

“Joo?” She grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Yixiang told me that he kissed you.”

That was not the first thing that she expected him to say. He sounded distressed, or maybe a little angry. Either way, it was a very unfamiliar side of him that Y/n did not want to get used to.

“Yeah, he did. Crazy, right? After all this time, he finally decides to act on it,” There was a long silence on the other end,”Euijoo?”

“You know Yixiang only likes you now because you started wearing makeup and tight dresses,”

She frowned, the words like a blow to the stomach,“I’m sorry? You think my personality is so unlikeable that I had to draw him out with my appearance?”

“No, no, I shouldn’t have said that. I-”

“Euijoo, you are genuinely the last person I ever expected to say something like that to me. How could you- do you think it’s impossible for him to like me-?”

“No, really, Y/n you don’t even know how amazing I think you are and I really- fuck.” it was so rare to hear him swear,“You are actually so beautiful on the inside I struggle to comprehend that you’re human,”

You grimaced, thinking that he was exaggerating to try and win you back over. But no matter what he said now, the damage was already done.

“Y/n? Please, I… what I said has everything to do with Yixiang and nothing to do with you. I’m sorry,”

“I’ll text you later, Euijoo,”

“Wait, can I come over?”

“No,”

She hung up. She knew she’d get over it eventually, but the reason why his words really hurt was because they were exactly what she’d been thinking herself. She’d never seen Yixiang’s eyes sweep over her body until after she started wearing the kinds of dresses that hugged her nicely. He’d never complimented her appearance until Giselle taught her how to do makeup properly. She was scared that he’d get bored of her when she was just her.

There was a knock on the door, and then Yudai came in, setting a glass of water down on your bedside table and sitting down on the bed, the mattress sinking with him.

“Good night?” He grinned.

“To be determined,”

He laughed,“You missed the fireworks though. Fuma and I put so much effort into those,”

“I’ll see them next year,”

“Actually, there’s something I need to tell you,” Yudai shifted in his position, signalling a change to a more serious topic.

“Hm?”

“Uh…” He wrung his hands nervously,“Fuma and I are moving to Sendai. Next month.”

“What?”

He winced,“I know it’s sudden, but we’ve actually been planning for a while. We’re moving to a training facility, it’s time we go further with our lives than just this small neighbourhood,”

“No, Yudai,” She slipped out of bed so she could pace her room,“You’re being selfish. You can’t leave Taki and Yua with her. You can’t leave them alone with her!”

Yudai took a deep breath,“Y/n, if it’s not selfish for you to leave and go to University, then it’s not selfish for me to leave a pursue a higher level in my career,”

“But how is Taki going to cope without you?”

“He will cope. He’s sixteen now.”

“But…” she ran a hand through her hair,“Yudai, you’re like his dad,”

“Do you think it’s fair that I travelled three hours to and from university everyday just so I could come home and be there for Taki and Yua? And you. Meanwhile you got to move out and live on campus, because you assumed I’d just always stay here,”

“Your dad didn’t die, he left! You don’t get to act like you grieved the same way Taki, Yua and I did!”

When Y/n had said that, she knew she’d crossed the line. She held her head in her hands, shaking, wondering what the hell had gotten into her. Yudai merely got up and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

She didn’t leave her room all day. She was just thinking. About Yixiang. About Euijoo. About Yudai. She couldn’t really compel herself to even care much about the kiss anymore after the bomb Yudai dropped on her. She really thought he’d never leave them. She thought his selflessness would never waver.

It was dark outside by the time that she risked leaving her room to go for a walk. If she ran into Yudai, she had no idea what she’d say, or what kind of excuse she could come up with for what she said. The winter air was sharp, pricking goosebumps into the bare skin of her arms. She was simply walking around the block when she heard the sound of a lighter cutting into the peaceful silence of the night. She was confused, since she didn’t know of anyone on the block who smoked. She rounded the corner and saw Yixiang standing in front of his house, with a lit cigarette in between his lips. Y/n had always hated smoking. She hated how addicted her father was to it, and she hated it even more when her father lost his life to lung cancer. She never thought she’d see Yixiang doing it.

At first, she was angry.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He jumped and turned to face her, quickly removing the cigarette from his lip,“Y/n, I…”

She stepped closer,“What the fuck are you doing, Yixiang?”

He threw the cigarette off to side, and it sizzled out on the thin layer of snow on the ground,“Y/n, I swear it’s not… it’s not what you think,”

“Don’t you know what those do to you?” She didn’t realise she was crying until she felt the wetness of tears streaming down her face,“It’s going to kill you, Yixiang,”

“It’s not going to kill me, Y/n. I promise you,” he reached out and held her hands, holding them against his chest,“I’m healthy, I don’t do it often,”

She shoved him backwards, and he slid on the icy snow,“You’re going to grow tumours, here,” she jabbed a finger inbetween his ribs,“You’re going to leave everyone who loves you!”

“It won’t happen to me, it won’t, it won’t,”

“I never thought you’d do this, Yixiang,” Her sobs were only getting worse, her mind was being fuzzy, and she might’ve been having a panic attack.

All she could think at that moment was he’s going to leave me. He’s going to leave me like my father did. I’m going to lose him. And she was heaving for air now, her chest felt like it was closing and getting tighter. Yixiang was looking at her with wide eyes, he tried to reached out to her again but she slapped his hand away harshly.

Then, Euijoo was standing between them, pushing Yixiang back as if he were shielding Y/n.

“What did you do, Yixiang? Did you hurt her?”

Yixiang shook his head quickly,“No, Euijoo, I swear, I was just smoking, and she saw,”

Euijoo looked back at Y/n, and she could tell immediately by the look in his eyes - he already knew.

“You knew?” she asked Euijoo accusatorially.

He opened his mouth and then shook his head,“Y/n…”

“What, do you do it too?” she didn’t realise how much she was raising her voice until she heard it ringing in her ears.

“No, Y/n, I wouldn’t-”

“But you knew.”

Euijoo shut his mouth and swallowed, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Y/n heard crunching on the snow and turned to see Fuma approaching them, probably concerned about all the yelling. He took Y/n’s hand and pulled her away gently.

“C’mon, Y/n,”

Fuma took Y/n up the steps into his front porch, and they sat down on a bench overlooking the flowerbeds in his front garden. Mrs Murata was always on her hands and knees in the spring, tending to her flowers diligently. But now, in the winter, it was simply a flat slate of untouched snow.

Fuma hugged her, and she cried into his chest, her heart hurting as she felt herself reliving her father’s slow death. He pulled away and wiped her tears.

“Yixiang will be fine, we’ll make sure he stops,”

She shut her eyes, more tears falling,“I don’t want him to die,”

“He won’t. He’ll grow old with you, Y/n,”

After a few moments of silence, as Y/n managed to calm down, Fuma spoke up again.

“My parents say they’re going to look after Taki and Yua as if they’re their own. You don’t need to worry about them, really,”

She sighed,“They should be able to grow up with parental figures who care for them. They don’t deserve to have Youko as their mother,”

“Neither did you, Y/n.”

That hit her like a tonne of bricks.

“You were thirteen when your father passed. I feel like you forget that just because Taki and Yua were younger,”

She shook her head,“It was different, for them, they were so young. They couldn’t understand what was happening,”

“Do you think that makes it okay for you to miss out on your childhood?”

“I can’t be selfish about those things,”

“It’s not selfish. It’s not selfish for you to live your life without the responsibility your mother left you, and it’s not selfish for Yudai to do the same thing,”

“I know.” She sighed,“I just want Taki and Yua to have a childhood,”

“And you did an incredible job of making that happen. You have to let Yudai go, though. Taki and Yua will really be fine, they have all the other neighbourhood kids to keep them kids. Yudai deserves to do something for himself,”

She nodded. She knew Fuma was right, he always tended to be in any situation. He truly did feel like her dad sometimes, when really all he was was Yudai’s friend who lived on the block. Though since he was an only child, he liked to treat all the neighbourhood kids like his own little siblings.

“Also, I’m going to tell Yudai I’m in love with him,”

Y/n’s mouth dropped open,“Are you serious?”

He smiled and nodded,“It’s been a long time coming,”

She smiled back at him,“If he rejects you I’m going to be really mad. I hope he understands how lucky he got with you,”

Fuma’s chest vibrated with laughter,“I have a feeling he knows,”

Y/n didn’t have to make up with Yudai. When she walked back into the house late that night, he came up to her and hugged her. She hugged him back. And then he said goodnight and they went to bed. In the morning, Yixiang asked to meet up, and they cycled to the river together in silence, and then settled down on the grassy riverbank.

Things definitely weren’t the same between them. Not just the awkward tension, but the way Y/n felt when she looked at him. There were no butterflies, her heart rate wasn’t increasing, her stomach was flipping, she wasn’t wondering what he was thinking about her like she always did. In fact, she found herself indifferent.

“I can’t apologise enough, really. I really only smoke when I’m stressed out, but I promise I’ll never do it again,”

She nodded,“What made you so stressed out?”

He sighed out his nose, clenching his jaw.

“Was it me?”

“No. Well, it wasn’t your fault. I… did something bad when I kissed you.”

“Why?”

“I… it was wrong of me.”

“You don’t like me, I’m guessing.”

He put his head in his hands,“To be honest, Y/n, I do like you. I’ve had these feelings for a while now, but… it’s not like how Euijoo-“

He cuts himself off.

“Euijoo thinks you only kissed me because I started wearing tight dresses and makeup, I know.”

“He said that?”

“Mhm.”

Yixiang frowned,“Euijoo of all people should know you’re way more than that. I realised I had feelings for you the time I got a cramp after a match, and you helped me out a lot. But… the thing is, Y/n, is that I kinda always knew that you liked me.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but… there was someone else who really liked you. Someone who I really cared about. I never let myself look at you that way, until… it was basically impossible,”

She scoffed,“I can’t believe this,”

She and Yixiang had so many mutual friends growing up from school, it could’ve literally been anyone. The fact he knew all this time but never did anything because of someone else, it would’ve made her fully crash out if she wasn’t already questioning if her feelings for him still existed.

“But Y/n, I doubt you even want to be with me anymore, anyway, but, we can’t,” he bit his lip,”We can’t. I couldn’t-… there is… someone else who could love you exactly the way you deserve to be loved. If you’d just look at him,”

“Who?”

He smiles and shakes his head,“You have to figure that out yourself. As much as it hurts me to think of you with someone else, if we were together, I’d just feel guilty about taking you away from the person you’re supposed to be with. Your soulmate,”

His smile turned into a lopsided grin, and she rolled her eyes.

“I used to tell Taki you were my soulmate.”

“I know. Had my first girlfriend chased away because of that.”

She hit him on the arm, and he threw his head back in a laugh, and just like that, however many years of pining, daydreaming, yearning over Yixiang, waiting for the day he’d finally look at her in the way she was dying to be seen, were finally over.

Making up with Euijoo was a little different. She’d been ignoring his messages all day, but he didn’t really understand the concept of leaving her alone.

Joojoo🧡: i always told yixiang to stop

Joojoo🧡: im sorry for keeping it from you

Joojoo🧡: i did tell him to stop please believe me

Joojoo🧡: and i really didn’t mean to imply that yixiang only liked you for your appearance

Joojoo🧡: i talked to him today

Joojoo🧡: he had a massive go and me for that and i know now that’s not the case

Joojoo🧡: i’m sorry

Joojoo🧡: even if you weren’t ridiculously attractive anyone could fall for you just from your selflessness, kindness and intelligence

Joojoo🧡: you are so magnetic

Joojoo🧡: i really mean it, y/n.

y/n: come over?

Joojoo🧡: really?

Joojoo🧡: im at your door

Y/n and Euijoo sat on Y/n’s bed, Y/n with her knees drawn up to her chin and Euijoo cross-legged at the foot. Y/n didn’t feel uncomfortable even with the tension-filled silence that clung to the air. Euijoo always made her feel safe and warm, and just his presence was enough for that.

“Are we okay now?” He asked gently.

She nodded,“I can’t stay mad at you,”

He smiled, practically radiating joy and relief, and he reached forward and held her hand, rubbing his thumb softly over the back of it.

“Thank you,”

She smiled back,“Did Yixiang tell you about our conversation this morning?”

His smile wavered a little,“Not really. We actually argued today. We’ve been arguing since yesterday, actually. He just… told me I was an asshole for invalidating his feelings towards you. Which I deserved,”

Y/n felt her heart clenching painfully. The three of them had never argued before, especially Euijoo and Yixiang. Those two, although they’d never say it, loved and appreciated each other dearly. It made her feel a little crappy that the first time they’d fallen out was because of her.

“Are you…” Euijoo swallowed hard, looking away and blinking, before making eye contact again,”Are you and Yixiang together now?”

His voice cracked on the word ‘together’, as if it was painful for him to say.

She shook her head,“No. To be honest, I don’t think I actually like him anymore. Maybe I never really did, and I just liked the idea of him. But… as soon as I saw him smoke, that image kinda just… shattered,”

Euijoo nodded, squeezing her hand in his.

“Plus… he said something kinda weird today, about why we couldn’t be together,”

Euijoo’s posture straightened,“What did he say?”

She let out a soft chuckle as she recalled the memory,“He said he’d feel like he’d be taking me away from my soulmate. It’s just funny because, I didn’t expect him to believe in that concept,”

He hummed, shuffling a little closer to her on the mattress,“I think… I believe in soulmates,”

“Really?” Her eyebrows shot up,“You believe that out of the eight billion people on earth, there’s one person who you’re meant to be with?”

He shrugged, smiling a little,“I think so,”

She laughed, pulling her hand from his loose grip and pushing his shoulder,“You’re such a hopeless romantic,”

He laughed with her.

“Do you have hopes of meeting that person? What’s that Korean word - ‘in-yeon’? Fate between two people,”

The corners of his lips quirked upwards a little - he always had this kind of reaction whenever she tried to speak Korean. She suspected he was trying to stop himself from laughing at her pronunciation, but really he found it cute and endearing.

“It would be fate to be able to meet your soulmate - one person out of eight billion. But… I quite like my chances,”

part two.

a/n: i don’t have anything against smoking this is just for the story.

[everand1r]

To the salon!

(Some) Twisted wonderland boys x Barbie (gn) reader.

Reader isn't based off of any specific barbie so I kept it vague. (Gn) No features are mentioned. Some are Platonic and some Romantic but you can view it either way really. These are mostly imagines? Hcs? Crack fic? idk but lemme know if I missed anything. These were pretty fun to do I might do more

Characters: Riddle, Deuce, Epel, Azul, Sebek

Transporting to a new world is something you are used to, you've been on many adventures and have gained many skills and degrees along the way that starting anew isn't a new experience. Although living in a rundown dorm isn't ideal, It just needs a little shaping! You've built stuff before you've got this. Oh but you'll need a new wardrobe too! No way can you wear one outfit all the time! I guess there's no time like the present to put them skills to use!

Riddle

• He thinks your style is cute, and admires how you always look stunning and pristine everyday without fail.

• Although you look a little TOO pristine at times, he gets confused on how you can run a mile in gym and not break a sweat, meanwhile this boy is probably gasping for air. When you explain you were an Olympic track star back in your world he has to try not to side you

• He kinda thinks your lying about your careers and all you've accomplished

• He greatly underestimates your intelligence until you barge into heartslabyul one day in your bright pink suit and a big smile on your face

  "Ace! Deuce!" You yell into the living area, the pair looking up at you from where they were studying. "Prefect, need I remind you of yelling inside?" the red head sighs. "Ah sorry sorry! I'm just so excited I had to come share!" "Is it about your trial today?" Deuce asked. "Trial....?" Riddle mumbles, slightly confused. He had no idea what you lot were talking about, but knowing you it was probably some crazy- "Yes I won my first court case today!" ......What? Court case?

"My Client was wrongfully accused of stealing and I helped them find justice! I'm so glad my skills as a lawyer can help others in this world." You boldy exclaim, chest puffing up. "Tell us all about it." Ace said turning to you fully.

Riddle sat back, tuning you all out. This boy was at a loss for words. You, a Lawyer??? How is that even possible? You're a Freshman... but Riddle recalls the time you set an Olympic World record for figure skating, and the time you hacked into a Government network using nothing but the school library computers. Maybe you being a Lawyer isn't so unrealistic after all.

Deuce

• Deuce always thought you were gorgeous and admirable, not that he would tell you that! He's too embarrassed

• It's kind of obvious though, with the way he never takes his eyes off you as you talk to him, he's got this lovesick gaze on him it makes ace roll his eyes

• Being friends with you from the beginning of the school year, he's used to you and all your skills, you still manage to surprise him from time to time though. Like creating a new life form from the potions in potionology should not be possible and yet here you are...

• Although that's what he admires about you, how you've accomplished so much at a young age. As an aspiring honor student he looks up to you. Admiration that's all it was, nothing more haha...

  When deuce got your message to come over to Ramshackle, he certainly wasn't expecting to see you arguing with a rooster and a big chicken coop in the back of the dorm. When did that even get there? "George please! just get back in the coop, everyone else listened to me!" George clucked at you, clearly not listening. "Ugh we're gonna be here forverer- Oh! Deuce you came!" You grin, diverting your eyes from the big chicken to the boy standing outside the fence. "Well don't just stand there come on in," Snapping out of his daze he goes through the fence and meets up with you. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" He asks. "Yup! I was a chicken farmer back in my world and i've just missed growing my own foods so I decided to start one here,"

You strech your arms out, signaling to the land around Ramshackle. You clasp your hands together with a soft grin on your face "I know how much you like eggs so I thought once my chickens lay some, we could make some egg dishes with it!"

   Admiration??? No no no, this boy was in Love!

Epel

• Before Epel offically met you he had seen you around, kind of hard not to with you being the most stylish person in NRC, you kinda stick out

• Although he only really got a good look at your style once he stayed at Ramshackle for the VDC.

You would come down every morning with a new oufit, hair and makeup done to a tee, he wonders if your closet is just limitless and how you have so many clothes and accessories.

• You blackmailed Crowley

• Ngl he probably thought you were one of those -prim and proper, freaks out at getting dirty- kind of person.... at first

• On the weekends when you don't have to stick around with practice, you would leave in the morning and come back later on and talk about your day at dinner, and you would always say the most insane shit Epel has ever heard in his life

"What do ya mean you discovered a new life species?" Epel glares at you from your vanity mirror. You shrug, continuing your nightly routine. Epel was sat on your bed, listening to you recount what you did today.  "Oh you should've seen it! It was a new bird species with the most gorgeous feather pattern, It took a couple of hours to find them out in the Savanna but it was so worth it." In the Savanna? You didn't look like you went to the Savanna. With your colorful outfit and perfectly manicured nails, and those glossy lips... Ugh! Epel shook his head. Just what is he thinking? But as he looks up at you, fully turned around, he can't help but notice just how stunning you really are.

Azul

• He doesn't really like you so he thinks

• But he's kinda intimidated by you, like most others in the school he underestimates you until he tried to take Ramshackle from you

• He was NOT prepared for you to list off all the shady and bordering on illegal business practices he was doing. How did you figure him out so quickly?? Did you also run a business perhaps?? the answer is yes, you do.

• You don't like his methods and try to talk to all his potential clients as you are fim beilever that if you put your mind to it, you can be anything! No need to sign away your powers or voice. Azul, clearly, does not like this and so there's just this mutual little rivalry between the two of you, although you do respect each other to some degree

Azul could feel his eye twitch, he has been going back and forth with you on this matter he's starting to falter. You two currently sat in the VIP room of the Mostro lounge. He's been trying to get you to sign this damn contract so he can take up your dorm. You, on the other hand are stubborn and refuse to give up the dorm you spent so much time renovating! He's beginning to wonder if it's even worth it at this point, maybe he can extend his business elsewhere... No! He's gotten this far he's not about to back down, but as he glances at you with your arms crossed and cute pout on your face, grim sitting next to you mimicking your stance... Azul feels as if he's gonna be here all night.

Sebek

• He didn't really think much of you for a while

• Sebek had more important things to worry about which is why he didn't pay attention to you until you pop out from behind Coach Vargas at Vargas camp, donning a military uniform and little yellow visor glasses, exclaiming how your gonna be the one in charge to whip up all those boys into shape.

• Sebek always thought he was prepared for any physical activity, after all he is a bodyguard in training.

• So imagine his surprise when your god forsaken training regimen has him fighting for air! HIM! The bodyguard to a prince! He never thought he would hate the sound of a whistle but by the seven can you stop blowing that damn thing?!?!

• Oh he needs a break...

  Sebek sat near the river, reflecting on the events of today when the sound of footsteps from behind bring him out of his thoughts. "There you are Sebek!" you exclaim, stopping right next to him. "I've been looking for you, gosh you are hard to find," He raises an eyebrow, "Looking for me?" He repeats. "Mhm! I wanted to ask you about today, Many of the other students struggled to keep up, but you were way ahead of the rest. I was curious about what you do that keeps you so fit." The half fae smirks, his already massive ego growing even more at your little observation. No way was he gonna let you know that even he had a bit of trouble with your hellish training.

"Well if you must know, I am a royal bodyguard and I must be physically fit if I am to protect my Liege." Your mouth gapes a little, "A royal bodyguard?? Wow no wonder you were able to keep up! The workouts I planned today were easier verions of the ones I gave back in my world, I wonder if I should make them even easier." You sigh, "Being a military commander isn't easy work." You nodded to yourself, currently lost in your own little world as you think of different workouts to give.

Huh???   Military commander?!

[ghostskiss]

I just done playing cod mw3 and Soap death killed me from the inside, just want to console my mind, I want to see Simon with Soap'ssister!Y/N as lover having each other after the trauma please??? i love your writing and i believe you can ease my heart <3

hey bby! sorry for the late reply, i hope this eases you after some time <3

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Pain

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soap's Lil Sis Y/N

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ ANGST, Trauma bonding, Character Death, Mentions of depression, Grief, Sadness, Blood/Injury TW, Bathing in a tub, Soft!Dom Simon, Massaging/hands all over F! body, Clitplay, crygasm, tbh kind of DDLG-esque ((to me at least)). No DDLG wording used though Tried not to spoil too much on Soap's death for other readers!

note: please take care of yourselves loves. if you relate to Y/N in this, i am so very sorry and it does get better. be patient and kind with yourselves and reach out. people need you as much as you need them and that is a strength. not a weakness.

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Pain.

Pain is what you've been feeling. Disaster, chaos, sadness. But pain was King in your heart. The deciding factor for many things in your life since your big brother has...

You grip your chest and double over in the kitchen, dropping your coffee mug in the sink. Sucking in a breath, you allow the grief to wash over you in the deadening wave that it is. That's what you've learned over these past couple of months. They come and go in waves, this thing called Grief. It hurts every time. Sometimes at night you wonder if they'll ever go away. If it'll always feel like you're drowning without him here. Your big brother. Johnny.

Even though you're clenching your chest and squeezing your eyes shut as you feel through this pain, you haven't cried lately. It's like you've cried so much the first couple of months that your tear ducts have stopped working. A few more moments pass and you stand up straighter, looking at the broken mug in the sink. You feel nothing now, like you hadn't been in agonizing pain just seconds ago. Enough to have made you drop and break one of your favorite mugs. Awhile ago that would've made you cry. You used to be so raw with emotion after the passing of Johnny. Now nothing seems to get you to except the random waves of grief.

Touching a shard in the sink with mild disinterest, you think about all things you used to do. Things that made you feel something. Anything but this never-ending pressure and weight on your shoulders, like you're carrying it around like a support blanket. Your finger slips on the shard, the ceramic cutting into your pointer finger, blood welling to the surface quickly. Another glance of mild disinterest as you bring your hand up to study the open the wound. It hadn't even hurt. How...odd. The warmth of the red liquid trails down your hand to your wrist, as it slowly leaks from your finger.

The doorbell rings, pulling you out of your morbid trance and you blink, almost in shock from the sound. Some days it feels like you're holed up in world different from others entirely, that no one can get you here. The doorbell rings again and this time your feet seem to be unglued finally. Ripping off a paper towel, you press it to your finger and yell out weakly,

"Coming."

Your voice cracks painfully and you wince. When was the last time you'd spoken out loud? The grip you have on your finger tightens as you glance around your home. Christ, when was the last time you'd cleaned anything? Eaten? When was the last time -

Someone pounds on the front door. You zoned out again in the middle of the front entry way. Trying to blink away your dazed state, you reach for the door, opening it. A breath catches in your throat, staring at the...

Ghost.

Ghost.

The man stares down at you in his own confused state, his dark eyes behind that mask he wears taking in inventory of every little thing. In the past you would've shrunk away from his searching gaze. In the past, you would've felt fear. You would've felt self conscious. You stare up at him and will yourself to feel something, anything.

You realize he'd been talking to you and you blink again, voice croaking, "Sorry? What?"

"Why the hell are you bleeding?" His head nods to your hands.

You glance down confused, had already forgotten what happened moments ago. The blood has seeped through your meager little paper towel and was making a fine mess down your arm again. Detached, you state, "Broke my mug."

Ghost is silent for a moment, watching you watch the blood trickle down even more. He's almost unnerved, seeing you in this state. How long have you been like this? His jaw clenches under his mask and he gently grabs your hand with injured finger, squeezing it to keep the blood from flowing as he redirects you back inside. The fact that you move in zombie-like trance pains him. Something he knows well. Seeing it in you...seeing it in Soap's baby sister. And knowing what you're feeling or you're lack of feeling makes his chest hurt.

In your dissociated and detached state, you move with him as he guides you through your own home from behind you. You don't feel entirely here on this plane of existence. But you know that you trust this man, that he's going to help you with your injured finger. That this was a man that your brother trusted with his life. His life.

That thought snaps you out of it and you inhale sharply, taking in your surroundings like you'd been asleep this whole time. Ghost has since sat you down at the kitchen table, glass of water next to you and some ibuprofen. The water runs in the kitchen sink and you can smell your lavender hand soap. Your head turns to the kitchen, catching Ghost's gaze as he dries his hands off. He stares at you and then nods to the items on the table. Turning back to it, you grab the glass and frown, seeing your already bandaged finger. You drink some water and down the pain killers with it as Ghost comes around and pulls a chair from the table to sit in front of you. He gently grabs your hands into his and holds them, leaning his elbows on his legs.

"How are you?" his voice is quiet, not exactly a whisper, but something above it. It's nice. It's calm. It's familiar, in a way. You think about the last time you'd seen him. When was it? Johnny's funeral. Johnny.

"Hey."

You look up from your joined hands, realizing yet again you'd went away somewhere. Ghost's eyes ping to yours, back and forth, like he's trying to read your mind. Like he's trying to figure out where you're going too. How to keep you here with him. How to keep you present. He leans closer, and you don't even flinch. Like you're in and out of your own consciousness, not aware of anything. His bare hands run up your arms softly and he notes the goosebumps raising as he tickles you. Good. At least you're somewhat aware of that. You blink again, coming back to him from the stimulation. You shiver slightly and Ghost hums, deciding that physical touch is going to work at least for now.

"Why are you here?" you whisper, peering up at him. Your eyes are wide, like he's waking you up out of a dream you'd been stuck in for awhile. This is going to hurt, he realizes. He gently squeezes your shoulders.

"To check in on you. Soap..." his voice dips, "Johnny told me to look after you. I...I'm sorry I haven't been here." He stops at that, not knowing what to say. He doesn't have an excuse. He can't say it was work. Can't say it was anything but his own selfishness, his own pain, his own anguish. He'd lost a brother too.

Something in his voice triggers it in you. Something that starts to slowly swell up inside, like a different kind of pressure. You feel more alert, sharper.

"You're sorry?"

Ghost nods and lets out a slow sigh, his fingers still loosely trailing on your skin. It's starting to irritate you slightly, as you feel his touch awaken your skin. "I don't have an excuse. I made a promise and I couldn't keep it. But I'm here now. I'm here. And if I had known...if I had known you were like this I wouldn't have been... I don't know. Scared. Scared to see you. I was -am- grieving too."

Scared to see you. The man who was the last person with Johnny. The man who had him more than you had him. The man who took your brother away from him. Scared of you. Grieving too. Like he had his brother killed. Killed. Taken away.

Anger. Anger is what this new feeling is. You almost revel in it, almost shuddered with excitement that you're finally, finally feeling something other than the pain. Your heart rate picks up and you almost feel delirious.

"If you hadn't known I was like this?"

Ghost catches the change in your tone and his gaze jerks back up to you in question. You can see his brows dip in confusion as he pulls his hands away from you.

"Honey, look around this place. You...you're not doing okay. I shouldn't have waited this long." He says gently, like you're not aware of how bad you are. Like you have no idea how much you've been in. Like you're not aware at all.

"I know I'm not doing okay, Simon." You spit out behind clenched teeth, "My brother got killed."

Ghost flinches at that, jerking back into his seat as he stares at the ground.

You feel like you conquered something. You feel in control suddenly, prideful that you hurt him with your words. You stand up abruptly, knocking your chair back and Ghost looks up at you with pain in his eyes. You feel high off of that fact. You aren't the only one in pain anymore. You don't have to feel it. You can inflict it.

"You weren't the one who lost your family." Another flinch from the man in front of you, "You weren't the one who had random men show up at your front door step and tell you your brother was killed. You weren't the one who had to go to the funeral and see people who knew him, but not the way that you knew him, people who didn't grow up with him, people who took him away from his real family, people who only worked with him not loved him-"

"I loved him."

Your next words catch in your throat as you gaze down at him in shock.

"What -"

"I said I loved him." Ghost stands up slowly, his hands up like he's approaching a wounded and feral animal. You back up in fear like one anyways. "I loved your brother. I loved Johnny. Johnny loved you. He loved you. He'd always talk about you. He'd show me the letters you'd write him when we'd be shipped out. He'd show me pictures of your family. He'd tell me anything he could about you. He loved you. I know you loved him. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. I'm sorry I couldn't share the things I had with Johnny, but I'm here now and I'm ready. I'm ready to share anything you want to hear, I know we weren't close before this, but your brother was my best friend. He was a brother to me. I know that our pain of losing him is different, but we still lost someone dear to us. Your brother was dear to me. You alone for that are dear to me as well. I will not let you walk through this alone anymore, sweetheart."

Ghost slowly reaches up and brushes your cheeks and that's when you realize you're crying. A sob catches your throat as you throw yourself at the man in front of you, burying your face into his chest as you cry. His arms come around you, keeping you to him, holding you as your body shakes with emotions. It's not only pain now. Nor anger. There's love and relief. Because now someone does finally understand where your heart and head have been since your brother passed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Simon I didn't -" you start, staring up at him with tears blurring your vision. He shushes you and shakes his head, thumbing your tears away.

"Allow yourself to feel everything in this. No emotion is wrong. Anger is healthy." He rubs your back as you press your face in his chest again, breathing him in. It feels good, being hugged by a man such as him. After a few moments, Ghost untangles you slowly from him and jerks his head to the stairs. "Let's get you in a bath."

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You stare down at the bubble bath lit with candles in a bit of anxiety. It looks warm and welcoming. Holding your finger up you stare at the gauze wrapped tightly around it. Strict orders under Lt Ghost was to not remove the bandage, even when you complained you'd had to leave your entire hand out of the bath then.

Startling you into a slight jump, Ghost's voice comes from behind the paper thin bathroom door, "You okay? I don't hear you in the bath."

You gnaw on your bottom lip, "Yeah, I'm uh...thinking."

"Thinking?"

You dip your toe in and shudder in delight. Yeah, that man might not look it, but he runs a good bubble bath. You lower yourself slowly, careful not to get your bandaged finger wet. Your body seems to groan with relief as you settle back into the water, head dipping back to lean on the edge of the tub. A few quiet seconds go by before Ghost is at the door again.

“You okay?”

You nod and then realize he can’t see you. “Yeah.” your voice sounds calm and at peace for once. You look around the dimly lit bathroom, candles on the counter lighting the room just enough. “I just wish I could wash my hair. Or anything really. I can’t get my hand wet.”

You think he’s gone by the lack of reply. Which is fine, you didn’t expect him to sit outside your bathroom door the entire time, even if he said he would. That’d be ridiculous to ask of him —

“I can do it. Wash your hair, I mean.” His voice is so soft from behind the door you think you made it up.

“I—”

He starts up again, this time a tad louder and rushed, like he’s trying to find the right words without offending you, “I won’t look. Obviously. There should be enough bubbles to uh… cover you. Not that I’d look even if there weren’t any. Just. Listen I’ll only help wash your hair. Don’t want you to get your bandage wet.” He pauses for a second. “If you want.”

You think it over while looking down at the bath. He’s right, he wouldn’t be able to see anything. You chew on your lip, thinking it over, probably for too long. Letting a slow sigh to calm your nerves, you nod and call him in. He comes in silently and you tense, feeling his presence fill the room. What are you doing? This is your brother’s…lieutenant. War buddy. Best friend. You’re letting him in the bathroom with you while you’re naked for Christ’s sake.

You turn to catch him rolling up his sleeves, bare hands grabbing the edge of the tub to help lower himself down to his knees. You feel yourself shrink back into the bubbles, glad for the low lighting so he can’t see you blushing. He’s staring at you softly, like he’s watching every tiny reaction you’re having to him. Studying you to see if you’re too uncomfortable. You don’t want him to leave so you sit up a little, moving closer to him. He nods a bit and reaches up to untangle your hair from the pile you placed on top of your head. He sweeps his fingers through your hair and your eyes close, allowing yourself to feel in the moment. Not think it. He grabs your bath cup and dips it in the water, letting the warmth cascade through your hair. Gently, he tips your head back so it doesn’t get in your eyes, his large hands are surprisingly soft as he finishes getting your hair wet enough for shampoo. His fingers massage your scalp with the suds and you groan, leaning into him more.

He chuckles, “You’re acting like a cat.”

“Do you like cats?” you ask, curious. Your eyes are closed and you hum as he rubs your head more.

“Hm. I’d like you if you were a cat.”

“You hardly know me. What if I were a bad cat?”

“No such thing.”

He dumps more water through your hair, rinsing you free of all your past worries and fears. You feel your body relax more and you sigh, sad that this is going to end soon. Your eyes peer open at him and you shiver, now thinking of how you have a man, this large mysterious man bathing you. You’ve known of him, met him a couple of times when Johnny would come home and bring him along. But he never talked much, in fact, you were a little scared of him sometimes. Johnny always joked with him but you swear the man was mute around your family. Seeing him so…intimately under the lighting of your bathroom, his rough but gentle hands on you, washing you and touching you, had your heart clenching and your thighs pressing together under the water. Was that wrong of you? What would your brother think right now? In the beginning it was appropriate enough, but now with these thoughts running rampant, it didn’t feel like an innocent hair washing session. You were suddenly so aware of how naked you were. How the bubbles in the bath were dissipating like they do after some time.

Ghost looks at your bandaged finger, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him to inspect it. He makes a satisfied sound in seeing that you haven’t gotten it wet.

“Need me to wash you?”

Your throat dries as you stare at him, as he’s casually looking over your hand in his. You think of those very same hands on your body. His fingers caressing you, sudsing you up with your body wash. You’re about to tell him no, to be respectful to him. He’s probably innocently thinking he’s helping you and here you are getting worked up over him just washing your hair.

“I won’t…I won’t—”

“Do anything I don’t want you to?” You finish for him, not sure if that’s what he was even going to say. He nods anyways and catches your gaze to level it, like he’s telling you means it. Not only with his words but his eyes. You nod back and you stare at each other for a moment longer before he’s reaching for the wash. He pours some in the palm of his large hand and you swallow, turning your gaze away from him, the eye contact beginning to have been too much.

His hands connect with your shoulder softly and you close your eyes, tension leaving you quicker than you thought. He leans you forward a bit and gets your back, dipping under the water and coming back up. Your head lulls to the side as he comes back up and sweeps his hand across your collarbones, raising your arm to get your armpit and you giggle, though he seems to be taking his job seriously. He grunts at your reaction and turns your body a bit to get the other side of you.

You shudder, trying not to squirm under his tickling touch. His hands dip under the water to grab one of your legs and you squeal, catching the sides of the tub so you don't tip under. He laughs lightly, lathering up your calves and feet, your toes trying to wiggle out from underneath his grip. It's light and playful until you sit up, completely forgetting the setting that you're in. Ghost's hands drop from you and he sits back abruptly, making you frown and glance down at yourself. Bubbles from the bath are slowly falling from your breasts down your sides and stomach, your nipples tightening from the change in temperature. Ghost's wet hands grip the edge of the bath and you're both frozen, like you're both shocked at what you're witnessing. Heat fills your body and you turn towards him more, hearing the ever so slight hitch in his breath as your nipple grazes his knuckles.

Your uninjured hand grabs one of his and tugs gently, getting him to unglue his fingers from the tub. He watches you move your joined hands towards your chest and he utters your name out in a low warning. You pretend not to hear him as you guide his hand to cup a breast gently.

"You didn't wash me here." You whisper innocently, now looking up at him through your wet lashes. You feel Ghost's fingers spread before lightly gripping you in response. You shiver, pressing more into his touch.

Ghost lets out a noise in the back of his throat, like he's unsure on how to proceed. "We--"

You grab his other hand and do the same thing, the sudden action cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. His eyes drop to your breasts and he swipes a thumb across your nipple before testing the weight of you in his palms. You let out a small sigh, eyelids drooping from the feel of his warm hands on you. He plays with you like that, sweeping, feeling, testing, and washing your tits as you struggle to keep your head up from the pleasure. His fingers trail down to your sternum, even further to your belly button and you're nodding your head, like you're trying to encourage him to keep going.

"You want me to wash you there too, honey?"

You're nodding again, eyes half open while your press as much of yourself into his hands. Practically begging him without saying the words. Ghost hums and he pulls away entirely, standing up to chuck off his sweater that's gotten wet from the bath. Underneath he's got a plain black t-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and you sit back, taking the large man in as he settles back down.

"Turn around. Lean your back here." He pulls your shoulders against the tub, his hands coming around you. You look down and watch his hands fondle your tits, fingers coming around to pinch your nipples lightly, just giving you enough pressure to gasp. His head settles in the crook of your shoulder, material of the mask brushing against your neck lightly, tickling you. He turns and whispers darkly in your ear while one hand trails down the front of your body, other gripping your chest.

"Let yourself feel. Stay with me."

Your eyes drift shut as his fingers go lower and lower until you're raising your hips to catch his finger tips into your sex. He chuckles airlessly, pressing into your aching clit. "Right here, baby?" You nod again frantically, whining out as he starts pressing slow circles. Your clit throbs as his fingers catch it, rolling it and playing with it as you gasp out. "Keep that bandage dry." The tone he delivers that in has an underlining connotation of a threat. An or else.

It makes your breath hitch and your head lull back, hitting his shoulder as he leans into you from behind the tub, his fingers playing slowly, exploring you. His other hand cups and plays with your breasts and he hums with curiosity when he finds the right spot, the right pressure. You don’t need to tell him, he can tell by the way you tense and then melt into him, almost like you’re fighting against the pleasure he’s giving you. His cock strains hard against his jeans and he curses himself about the morals and lines you two are crossing, yet he can’t find it in himself to care. In the throes of your pleasure as you cry out louder, your hands that were on the tub’s edge start to slip and the masked man tsks at you.

“Hands out of the water.”

You whimper and place them back on the edge, gripping and holding so you don’t entirely submerge yourself in the water containing you. Ghost picks up the pace of his fingers circling your clit and you moan out, hips bucking up. You’re close.

“Ghost,” you gasp, not sure what you’re about to say or beg or plead for.

“That’s it. Let go. Let go.” his voice is coaxing, like he’s gently leading you, not demanding you. Nurturing you, taking care of you. Your body responds like it was a command, toes curling, head falling backwards, breath catching and then crescendoing as your legs tense up, capturing Ghost’s ever moving hand to your pussy as you come. It’s breathtaking and blinding, and by the time you come back to reality, you’re gasping for air like you finished running.

Ghost lets you gather your bearings before he’s slowly untangling himself from you, rinsing the rest of your body off. He helps you stand on your wobbly legs, pulling you up and put of the tub with ease. A warm large towel comes around you and he dries you off thoroughly before wrapping it around your body and pulling you into him. He rests his cheek on top of your head, rubbing your back in the embrace. You can feel yourself crying, though you’re not sad. You blink away the tears as Ghost holds you.

“Let’s get you in bed sweetheart.”

He transitions you into your bed, and you reach out for him with watery eyes. He sighs a bit, but kicks off his boots and clambers into the bed after you, somehow just knowing this entire time what you need. The bandage, the bath, the feeling of something other than the pain in your heart. He pulls you into him, keeping you wrapped in the covers and he softly kisses your forehead through his mask. Your eyelids droop. Even though you’ll never get your brother back, and Ghost will never get his back, you’re here together. Going through it together. You were never really alone, even with how bad it hurt and how much you thought otherwise. It didn’t hurt right now, but it may in the future and that’s okay. You had time. You’re going to take it one step at a time.

“I’m right here baby. You’re okay.”

And you knew he was right.

[gwenie-creates]

Petals Of Death

A Landoscar FBI Au

Final Chapter

read on ao3 here!

Epilogue

** 6 months later **

The sounds of laughter filled the dorm room. 

“Don’t you do it, Alex! I swear to God if you hit me with that red shell– ALEX!” Lando shouted just as his character– Koopa Troopa– was hit by the shell and sent spiraling into the wall, causing him to lose the lead. 

Alex broke out in maniacal laughter, jumping off the couch and sprinting away before Lando could hit him. George sat farther away on the couch, nose buried into one of the many books set in front of him. “Guys, could you be any less loud? Some people are trying to study here. Y’know because they actually care about their education.” 

Lando stopped where he sat atop Alex– attempting to smother him with a pillow– to send George an offended look. “Hey! I care about my education.” 

George leveled him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, really?” he asked, scoffing. “When was the last time you studied for anything?” 

Alex knocked Lando off of him, moving so he could pull Lando into a headlock. “He doesn’t need to study anything. His degree is in photography. Lucky bastard.” 

Lando shook him off. “S’not my fault you chose to go into marketing.” 

“Yeah, Yeah.” Both George and Alex say in sync, rolling their eyes. 

Knock. 

A sudden knock on the door broke them from their bickering. 

“Are you guys expecting anyone?” Alex asked, confusion clear on his face. 

“No…” George replied, turning his head so he could look at the door. “Lando, go see who it is.” 

“What? Why me!?” 

“Because it’s our dorm room and George is busy studying,” Alex replied. 

“Exactly, it’s your dorm room. So shouldn’t you have to go check the door?” 

Knock, Knock. 

“Go,” Alex said, pushing Lando toward the direction of the door. 

Lando sighed, grumbling under his breath how he had to do everything. He made his way to the door and stood there nervously for a second. He knew it was irrational. His stalker had been arrested six months ago. Lando was set to testify against him in court in two months. But, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of dread overcome him every time there was a knock on the door. What if it was him? What if he had somehow escaped and had come for Lando? Finally going to get his way and do all the horrible things he had promised to do to him. 

Knock, Knock, Knock. 

“Lando! Open the damn door already. I do not want another noise complaint. The RA’s already on my ass after you stayed up till three am playing that horror game last week. Nearly woke up the whole building with your screaming.” Alex said, interrupting Lando’s spiraling thoughts. 

“I did not!” Lando yelled back. 

“Yes, you did,” George said, barely glancing up from his books. “Now open the door.” 

Lando took a deep breath before unlocking the door and swinging it open. 

“Surprise?” 

Lando’s mouth fell open in shock. On the other side of the door stood Oscar,  FBI jacket around his shoulders and a bouquet of polaroids rather than flowers in hand. 

“I figured these would be better than flowers,” he said, slightly shaking the bouquet so Lando could see all the pictures. There were pictures of them, Lando with Alex and George, and some of him with his family. 

“I– how– what?” Lando asked, standing frozen in the doorway. 

“Well, are you going to let him in?” Alex asked, looking over Lando’s shoulder and peering at the pictures. “What the hell Oscar? That’s the worst possible picture you could have picked of me!” 

“You're welcome,” George said with a snort from his spot on the couch. 

Lando finally broke out of his surprised daze and launched himself at Oscar. 

“Woah, ok,” Oscar said, just barely catching Lando and keeping the bouquet from falling. 

“Here,” Alex said, reaching out to grab the bouquet and walking away to give them some privacy. 

“Oh my god. What are you doing here!?” Lando asked, clutching Oscar’s shirt and staring up at him with big round eyes. 

“I had some vacation days, so I figured why not come visit my lovely boyfriend,” Oscar replied. 

Lando stared at him, adoration clear on his face. Oscar opened his mouth to speak but Lando interrupted him, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. “Mfff,” The sound escaped Oscar’s lips, before he threaded his hand through Lando’s curls, pulling him closer. 

They broke apart at George’s monotone voice interrupting the silence. “While I’m happy you two are so in love, could you please not scar the entire building by having sex in our doorway? I’m pretty sure we’ll already be the talk of the building since Oscar walked up here, FBI jacket on full display.” 

Oscar’s cheeks turned a bright red. “Sorry about that.” While Lando turned towards George, an affronted look on his face.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a boyfriend,” Lando said, sticking his tongue out. 

“I don’t need one. I’ve got Alex.” George said. Causing Alex to choke on the soda he had just taken a sip of. 

Oscar sent Lando a questioning look who just shrugged in response. “They’ve been some weird ‘will they won’t they’ thing for years now. You get used to it and learn not to ask questions.” Lando whispered into his ear. 

“Ahhh. Got it,” Oscar replied, moving his hand so it was now on the small of Lando’s back. 

The sounds of Alex and George now bickering about who would be who in the relationship drowned out Oscar and Lando’s conversation. 

“Do you want to head to your dorm room?” Oscar asked. “We could go get dinner or order in and watch a movie or something.” He tilted his head so he could look into Lando’s eyes. “Or, we could stay here. Y’know if you would prefer. I don’t mind hanging out with Alex and George.” 

Lando shot Oscar a look that said, ‘Are you crazy!?’ “Of course, I want to go back to my dorm. I see Alex and George everyday, they’ll survive one night without me.” Lando said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon,” he started to pull Oscar towards the door again. 

“Where are you going?” Alex called, stopping his bickering with George to question Lando. 

“We’re gonna go to my dorm and watch a movie,” Lando replied. 

“Oh. I see,” Alex said, moving his eyebrows up and down suggestively. 

“What– Alex no. It’s not like that.” Lando whined, cheeks turning a bright pink. Oscar didn’t bother chiming in, instead, he moved his hand up and down Lando’s back letting it linger around his waist and the waistband of his sweatpants longer than necessary. 

“It could be,” he said with a smirk. Watching the way Lando’s breath caught in his throat, and feeling the shiver he gave. 

Lando whipped around to smack Oscar in the chest. “Kiddin, kidding,” Oscar said, holding his hands up in surrender. 

Alex made a face. “Get out of here you freaks,” he said, throwing the pillow Lando had been using to attempt to smother him earlier at them. 

Oscar just laughed, grabbing Lando’s hand– he was still a bright shade of pink– and pulling them towards the door. 

“Use protection!” George shouted as the door snapped shut. 

“Oh my god,” Lando said, burying his face into his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He moved to smack Oscar in the chest again but Oscar grabbed him before he could. 

“C’mon Sweetheart, it was just some friendly advice.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, pressing his lips to the shell of Lando’s ear. “Who knows, maybe we’ll use it later.” He punctuated his sentence with a light slap to Lando’s ass. Moving to stroll down the hallway like he hadn’t just turned Lando’s entire world upside down. 

Lando stood there gobsmacked. Watching as Oscar heads toward his dorm room. He swallowed thickly, feeling heat start to pool in his lower stomach. ‘Maybe we’ll use it later.’ 

Lando couldn’t wait for later. 

***

“Yeah, it’s going good. We’re just fostering for now while we wait for the adoption papers to go through, y’know all the legal garbage that has to happen. I–” Max paused, using his shoulder to hold his phone while he dug out his keys and unlocked the door to his house. “Hang on, can I call you back? Ok, cool. Talk to you soon.” Max hung up the phone and entered the house fully. “Charles?” he called, looking around but finding the living room empty. 

“Over here,” Charles called, leaning his head around the wall that divided the living room and kitchen. The loud sound of footsteps pounding against the stairs flooded into the room. 

“Max!” The twins shouted, running towards him. They stopped a couple of feet away, still nervous about hugging. Both Max and Charles had told them many times they didn’t mind hugs, in fact, they quite liked them– Charles more so than Max– but the twins were still hesitant to initiate them. 

“Hi guys,” Max said, stepping closer and bringing a hand up to ruffle Gavin's hair, using his other one to pull Violet into a side hug. She went willingly, letting her head rest against his chest for a few seconds before pulling back, a shy look on her face. “How’s your day been?” Max asked, moving towards the kitchen so he could greet Charles properly. 

“Good,” Violet said, ever the quieter one. 

“Charles let us have ice cream for breakfast,” Gavin replied, pulling Violet with him towards the kitchen so they could see their younger sister. 

“Oh, did he?” Max asked, raising his eyebrows at Charles. 

Charles shrugged in response, leaning towards Max and giving him a small kiss in greeting. 

Violet had walked over to where Sky was sitting at the table, making a mess of her Spaghetti-O's. “Yeah, it was good. I had strawberry.” She flickered her eyes towards Charles, almost as if looking for reassurance that it was ok to elaborate. Charles nodded his head in a ‘go on’ kind of way, but she didn’t say anything else. 

“Well, that’s great. I like chocolate best.” Max said, moving to get closer to the table so he could greet Sky. 

“We know. We got you some,” Violet paused, looking to Charles to make sure that wasn’t supposed to be a secret. 

“Do you want to show him?” Charles asked, moving back to his spot at the oven where he was preparing dinner. 

Violet shrugged, “S’just a regular chocolate ice cream, nothing special.” She moved to the other end of the table where her art supplies were. Max and Charles had made sure to buy her all the art supplies she could possibly need after they realized how much she enjoyed drawing. 

“Well, I still appreciate the thought,” Max said, leaning down so he could wipe the excess sauce off Sky’s face. 

“How was work?” Gavin asked, hopping up on one of the kitchen counters and handing Charles the different spices he asked for. 

“It was good, or well, not good, y’know working with serial killers and all that. But we managed to save three of the four victims the unsub had kidnapped.” Max replied. 

Gavin hummed in response. “I wanna work at the BAU when I’m older,” he said. 

Max chuckled, moving so he could ruffle his hair. “We’ll see how you feel in ten years.” Before Gavin could respond, Violet spoke up. 

“How are the others?” she asked, setting down the pencil she had been using to draw a sketch of Charles. 

“They’re good. Oscar’s taking a few days off to go visit Lando at his Uni.” 

“Oh, really?” Charles asked, a surprised look on his face. 

“Yeah,” Max said with a chuckle, “Lewis had practically begged him to take some time off. We couldn’t deal with him gushing about how much he missed Lando anymore. ‘Lando this, Lando that’, there’s only so many selfies I can look at before I start feeling like he’s practically my boyfriend too.” 

Charles made a disagreeing noise. “Love the guy but Oscar can keep him, you’re mine.” 

Max laughed, “Yeah. I’m so glad we aren’t long-distance. I can’t even imagine what that would be like.” 

Charles gave Max a deadpan look. “Max, we literally are long-distance half the time. You aren’t even in the same state as me most of the time because you’re always traveling.” 

“Well, yeah… but at least I get to come home to you and lay in the same bed when we get back. Oscar just goes home to his cold house. The guy should seriously invest in a pet, his place freaks me out with how empty it is.” 

Charles hummed, “He said Lando’s going to come stay with him during summer and once he finishes Uni, they’re thinking of moving in together.” 

While Max and Charles had been talking, the twins had grabbed Sky and escaped into the living room. Preferring to find something else to do than listen to Max and Charles go back and forth. 

They settled on watching some Bluey, letting the Australian dogs drown out their voices. 

***

“Dinner!” Charles called, setting the last plate down on the table. The sounds of small feet pattering against the floor filled the air. Max finished setting down the forks and getting Sky’s cup of juice fitted with a lid. 

Everyone sat down and the room became full of happy chatter. Charles started telling some story of how Max had been so nervous when first asking him out that he had Oscar do it for him. 

“What!?” Violet asked, whipping her head around so she could stare at Max incredulously. 

“What?” Max said defensively, “You don’t have the full picture. Charles over here, had been sending me mixed messages for years and he’s not exactly the easiest person to just go up to and ask ‘Would you go on a date with me?’ I’d seen him shut down so many guys in the past, I was sure he wasn’t even into men.” 

“Oh please,” Charles said, scoffing. “Max was the broodiest guy I’d ever met back then. We were all convinced he hated us for the first five months that he worked on the team.” 

“I did not,” Max said incredulously. 

“Well, you sure acted like you did,” Charles replied. 

Laughter filled the kitchen making it feel warmer than it had in years. Max couldn’t help but smile, watching as the twins started bickering about who got to pick the movie for tonight and Charles attempted to keep Sky from making a mess of her dinner. 

Max knew they had been through some shit and things wouldn’t always be perfect, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He just had to live in the moment and take things one day at a time. 

His phone chimed making him look away from his family. It was a message from Oscar. He unlocked his phone and swiped open the text. “You gotta be kidding me.” He groaned, rolling his eyes at the selfie that stared back at him. The selfie was of Oscar and Lando in a dark room, heads pushed together and bright smiles on their faces. Under it, a text read, ‘Someone’s getting lucky tonight. We appreciate the gift 😉’. Below it another picture appeared, this one was of the fuzzy pink handcuffs Max had gifted Oscar as a gag gift three years ago. “Kinky bastard,” he whispered under his breath, not wanting the children at the table to hear. I’ve got to show this to Charles later, he’ll get a real kick out of it. Max thought, shaking his head and locking his phone, turning back to his family and joining in on the conversation about ‘who would win? One person or one hundred gorillas’. What the hell?

[loveanddeepspacestuffforfreaks]

Games

Loveanddeep stuff for geeks

It's been a little while! Sorry- I had fanfics to read :>

I'm writing this one for a commenter, so I hope YOU enjoy this specifically. (Orv type reference...)

Zayne x Reader, Gender neutral reader, Not Mc reader (Don't worry this isn't edgy. I just needed to write about parents because I refuse to believe that Grandma wouldn't have allowed video game- I MEAN LOOK AT CALEB!!! THAT IS A GAMER IF I HAVE EVER SEEN ONE!!! And I don't think Grandma was sexist.)

Summary: Zayne plans a game night as a date after learning that your parents never allowed you to play as a kid.

(I love him so much.)

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You stared at the screen that displayed bright flashing lights. The shades of red and blue reflecting in your eyes as you stood there in front of the Tv.

"Are you alright?" You turned to Zayne, who handed you a cup of tea.

"Oh- Oh!" You shook yourself from the daze. "Yeah, I'm fine. Uh but what's this?"

He cocked his head at you, a look of amusement blessed his features as he looked between you and the Tv. As though you were playing a joke at him.

"Mario Cart..." He said carefully.

You could only blink in response.

Zayne stared at you intensely, the amusement turning into confusion.

"Have you never played before?..."

You shook your head, sheepishly in response. "Honestly? I haven't even heard of it before. My parents didn't let me play games growing up... They really wanted me to focus on my studies."

The silence on his part caused you to look up at him in return. You blinked in surprised as you were met with his mouth slightly ajar. A testament to his astonishment. (It took everything in you not to stick your finger in his mouth to touch his tongue.)

"Um... Are you gonna say something?..." Your nerves rising in your throat as he gawked at you.

"Really?" He finally spoke. A higher pitched tone then you thought was possible for him.

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" You chuckled as he processed.

"So- You've... Never played any video games?"

"Um well a few mobile games here and there but console or pc? No, not at all. My mother said they would rot my brain and banned them from the house."

"It's decide then."

"Huh? What is?" You blinked as he sat you on the floor placing the controller in your hands.

He leaned closer to you, placing his hands over yours, showing you how to move the character on the screen.

"You... and me..." You could hear the smile on his lips as he whispered in your ear. "Have a date with Mario cart and all the games in my collection."

"Oh... really?" You looked up at him, making contacted with the affectionate look on his face.

"If you want, of course."

You nodded, spending the next few hours on various games that he had on his shelf. Not all of them of course, but enough to say that you were no longer a stranger to the controls.

Finally getting the chance to explore the games that you never gotten to in your childhood.

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Hope you enjoyed. @lovesick-sylus

[harmeu]

   A Stare

      Obey Me x Reader

Synopsis: Some Obey Me characters react to their crush wearing a revealing top.

(GN!Reader)

Lucifer:

Lucifer was helping you study for an upcoming exam but his eyes kept drifting to your shoulders that were completely bare for the world to see.

“Something wrong Lucifer?” You say with confusion. Making him snap out of his daze with a flinch.

“Ah- no. Nothings wrong,” he scratched his head trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him. 

You leaning in to get a better look didn’t help him at all. A small blush soon decorated his cheeks.

“Are you alright? You're red..”

“Yes! I’m fine,” he says with a small smile with closed eyes. Though below the desk was shaking fingertips. He wanted to kiss your shoulders so badly.

Asmodeus: 

Asmodeus was trying to fix your hair to suit his tastes but your top was revealing your stomach making his eyes and fingers brush against that spot.

“Come on Asmo,” you blush at his touch, swatting him away.

“Dearie, maybe next time you should think before wearing something so revealing in front of me.~” He held your waist while combing your hair.

“You're annoying at times you know?” You pout to yourself earning a chuckle from Asmo as he pinches your cheeks.

“Adorable you are.” He says with a genuine smile and small blush.

Simeon:

Simeon and you were having a picnic together just for some fresh air but your back was completely revealed making Simeon blush every time he looked at you. 

“Something wrong Simeon?” You look at him covering his face with his hand averting his eyes away.

“O-of course not. Isn’t the weather just beautiful?” He says clearly trying to change the topic.

“Oh I guess it is.” You look up while Simeon continues to stare at your revealed back. That was a clearly unholy thing for an angel to do, no?

“You're gorgeous,” he says unexpectedly, making you blush and himself as well from realizing what he just said.

“T-thank you,” you fiddle with your fingers making him chuckle to himself. 

[baptaincarnacles]

What do you think the Octonauts would do if they met the Wild Kratt's team?

Hello! I don't know when I last touched Tumblr, and I apologize for taking so long to answer this question, but I'm back!

-Answer-

If the Octonauts met Wild Kratts, circumstances would depend on how they reacted.

For example, if they appeared in the world of the Wild Kratts, adjusted to fit their world (appeared as humans), I imagine a series of dazed confusion and plenty of flooding questions (and vice versa for the two teams if it was the Octonauts world).

Captain Barnacles would try to make sense- look at it logically even if overwhelmed. He changed from the body he was used to with no clear way of getting home. So, of course- the bulk of his body would need time to comprehend. The same applies to everyone else- adjusting to their new appearances.

However, upon meeting the Kratt crew, you can imagine friendly competition ensued. Kwazzi would be very fond of Martin (troublemakers), Tweak and Aviva would be good friends, Captain Barnacles and Chris, Dashi, Shellington, and Koki, Peso and Jimmy. Professor Inkling finds himself regularly rotating between everyone, fond of hearing the knowledge they have to share (and learning more about how this world views their species).

Martin and Kwazzi would race Buzz Bikes or any of the vehicles. And both are known quite well for crashing them. There are a lot of calls to Aviva and Tweak, though, together, the two come up with better vehicles based on each other's expertise.

Shellington gawks over the technology and marine biology studies. He adores everything new that he learns, and the higher accessibility he has to a base of marine and terra-based organisms. Koki freely gives him access to all the computers- along with Dashi (who has begun priding herself in taking pictures to share with the Wild Kratt Kids).

Barnacles and Chris are a more interesting duo. While their personalities don't match much, they would easily be able to work together. Easily coordinated- and both have a teammate who runs off on a whim. However, Chris is more openly light-hearted and playful. Barnacles is stern- though he allows his light-hearted side to see the light of day.

Peso and Jimmy, I feel, would bond over a shared anxiety for most things. However, Peso more readily dives into action while Jimmy takes a little more pushing. Jimmy would teach Peso to play video games and Peso would teach him to wrap bandages more efficiently.

Overall, their adjustment would cause problems (and the actual introduction of antagonists). Yet, it would be a lovely experience for all of them! (If anyone would be interested, I will gladly explain how I think interactions between the antagonists and the Octonauts would go- as well as introduce some of the other characters from Octonauts (Panni, Natquick, etc...!)

Thank you for the ask!!!

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Next part:

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

ATSV fanfic starring Miguel O'Hara (my weakness!!! 😭)

0. The Slow Burn

Part 1 - the meet cute

Part 2 - the coffee mug

Part 3 - the spicy song

Part 4 - the absence

Part 5 - the watch/the sweet song

Part 6 - the backrub

Warnings: none.

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     He brought his hand closer to her face, the heat of his flame raging against her, threatening to burn her skin. And then, suddenly, it was gone, and she could breathe again. X looked around, trying to locate her enemy, and found him smashed firmly into the wall, the brick forming a perfect outline around his golden form. What? She definitely hadn’t done that. At least, she didn’t think she had. She turned back and found a new figure standing in front of her. A man, judging by his broad shoulders and heavy build. He was clad in a red and blue outfit, not a single patch of skin in sight. But the material was tight, clinging to his muscles, defining their sharp lines and letting his enemies know exactly what they were up against. He was big and tall and … tall and … big. 

     “Um, please don’t tell me I’m going to have to kill you too,” she only half-joked. She was already barely surviving the fight against the strange new villain that had sprung into existence only moments ago, she definitely couldn’t handle another insane man who thought the world owed him a living right now. The man folded his arms across his chest and let out a small chuckle, almost definitely smirking at her beneath his mask. 

     “I’d like to see you try, arañita.” X frowned at the  easy confidence of his tone, at the smoothness of his voice and the spark of warmth it ignited in her chest. Argh! She hated him already. She averted her gaze, giving herself the space to collect her thoughts and refocus her attention back on the task at hand. She cleared her throat. 

     “Well, thanks for your help, Mr …” X trailed off, leaving him to fill in the blank with a name, something that might help her identify him. The man let his hands fall back to his sides and studied her carefully for a moment. 

     “Spiderman,” he supplied. Wait, what? X raised an eyebrow, confused. 

     “Like the character?” Now it was his turn to look puzzled. 

     “Wait, what?” Before she could elaborate, a golden blur shot from the side, slamming straight into the … Spiderman, he’d said? She winced at the impact, cringing on his behalf. It didn’t matter how big and strong he was; being tackled by a man made of literal metal had to hurt. The Spiderman stumbled for a second, dazed, but then he regained his bearings and threw a punch at the other man, forcing him to the ground. 

     “Spiderman?” she repeated, picking up their previous conversation. “The fictional character they created as my love interest because having a woman fight bad guys isn’t good press for the patriarchy?” She vaulted to the balcony on the second floor, her eyes flickering around her surroundings, her brain calculating all the possible ways they might come out victorious. Then she paused. She’d only known this Spiderman for, what, five minutes? And already she was thinking of them as some sort of team. And that was when she saw the fire extinguisher. Her gaze slid back to the two men below her, both of them continuing to trade punches. It could work. But only if the Spiderman was somehow able to read her mind from all the way over there. She called out to him. 

     “Oh god. Please don’t tell me you’re just a random guy in a costume,” she teased him, flying over his head to get to her new weapon of choice. He hunched his shoulders at that, clearly offended by the very suggestion. 

     It worked. The man lit up in flames, screaming with anger as he rushed at the Spiderman. X ripped the extinguisher out of the wall and threw it to him and the object landed perfectly in his hands. Without a moment’s hesitation, the Spiderman aimed it at the flaming man and sprayed, disorienting him. When the can was finally empty, he smashed it over the villain’s head, the force of his blow knocking him out. X landed in front of his prone form, then looked up at the Spiderman across from her, gesturing for him to tie the man up with his webs. He tilted his head, considering, but then did as she’d asked, wrapping the man up firmly in his spider silk. At the same time, she began weaving her own web, twisting it into a thick, impenetrable rope. When she’d finished, she swung it into the air, looping it around the railing of the second floor balcony. Then she knelt down and attached the end to the Spiderman’s, suspending the now unconscious metal man in the air when she stood up and pulled on it. Perfect. Now to deal with the next problem at hand. She turned to the Spiderman, standing there, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. So he really did have powers. But then why had he left her to be the lone hero for so long? 

     “I can assure you, arañita,” he replied, ducking to avoid another punch. “I am very, very real.”

And then he looked at her, just for a second. But it was the second she needed. She gestured to the fire extinguisher, hoping he’d know exactly what she was trying to say. And judging by the slight pause he gave, he did. He nodded, then turned back to the golden man, trying to keep him busy, making sure he didn’t catch onto their plan. “Unlike pretty boy over here.” 

     “So, uh, thanks for your help but, I could have used it, like, a year ago?” she told him as much. He released his arms, his shoulders sinking slightly in weariness or exasperation, she couldn’t quite tell. 

     “That’s not how this works,” he replied cryptically, turning to the man hanging between them. He swung him over one wide shoulder, then reached up, a finger outstretched. Except that, it wasn’t a finger, not exactly. She looked on in bewilderment at the sharp, elongated tip, which he flicked across the spider silk rope, snapping it in half. Then he tossed something to her, a small, bracelet-like device which she caught easily. She waited for an explanation, but he just waved a hand at her expectantly. “Put it on. We’ve got a lot to get done.”

He'd brought her to his HQ after they'd returned the Molten Man to his home dimension. They'd been in the control room for about half an hour now, her nodding along enthusiastically to his explanations about his missions and the Spider society he'd brought together. He'd originally intended to just give her a brief overview - as he'd started doing when the other Spiders he brought back quickly lost interest in the science of it all - but the look on her face: contemplative, interested ... it had kept him rambling on. Until her eyes had narrowed, her eyebrows drawing together as she tried to comprehend his explanation.

     X frowned, her features scrunching up as she thought about how to phrase the question on her mind. “Okay, but isn’t you manipulating space and time to travel to different dimensions also going to contribute to rips in the aforementioned space and time?” 

     He paused, impressed; though he would never admit it. All the questions he’d been asked before had been dumb, brainless. Some of the other spiders hadn’t even bothered to ask any, silently accepting that they’d never be able to understand. But she … she questioned him, challenged his hypotheses, made him wonder if there could be more than just one way to do things.

     “Well, no. Because I’m not actually manipulating space and time,” he explained patiently. “I’m just travelling faster than the speed of light. It’s like taking shortcuts through space.” She nodded slowly, her eyebrows creased together in thought. It made sense. If she didn’t think about it for too long, that is. And there was still the question of the watches and how they managed to stabilise the bonds holding organic matter together outside of their own dimension. But maybe it was best to just leave it here for now. Before her brain started melting in her skull. 

     “Ugh, physics,” she groaned, pulling on her hood in exaggerated annoyance. “I hate physics.” Miguel raised an eyebrow at her dramatics, slightly intrigued, against his better judgement. She claimed to hate it, but she seemed to grasp whatever concepts he threw at her quickly. He knew based on her file that she was a biologist - like him, though that was besides the point - which meant that she must have had to do some outside reading in order to understand at least the basic foundations of astrophysics and quantum mechanics. And she must have been especially smart to have somehow gained an understanding of those subjects all on her own. She gave herself a shake, oblivious to the thoughts running through his mind, and inhaled deeply. 

     “Okay, I’m good,” she decided, ending the discussion. “Can we take a break? My brain hurts.” He didn’t realise until she turned to him with a pleased expression on her face that he’d let out a snicker. Miguel's eyes widened, surprised by his own reaction, and he quickly cleared his throat, his features melting back into their usual scowl.  

     “Fine, okay.” He waved her off, dismissing her to go do whatever she wanted. “But be back here by four tomorrow. We’ve still got a lot to do.” He turned back to his computer, forcing himself to not look back at her, to not think about how his watch had lit up green the moment they'd met - an indication of a successful canon event.

     "Adiós, Miguel," X called out to him, her voice echoing through the cavernous room. "See you tomorrow!" He hunched over his desk, his voice just loud enough that she could catch it before she left. 

     "Hasta mañana, arañita.”

[annaraebananawriter]

noun, plural âmes dam·nées [ahmdah-ney] French 1. a person who is willingly or blindly the tool of another person. Icarus, oh, Icarus, hallowed be thy wings of gold, shining in the sun...who will save you now?

*kicks door in, stomps up to your desk/bed/wherever your reading this from, slams this fic down on your lap, kisses you long and hard, then turns and vanishes into the ether like nothing happened, leaving you dazed, confused, and a little h--*

Anyway.

Remember this?

Yeah. Yeah. *looks up, looks back down* Yeah.

This is a Shattered Dream Sans character study that's been in the works for a year. We don't need to talk about why it's almost 18k long. Just focus on the fact that it's done and you get to read it. I get to sit back and watch all of you tear each other apart. I get to wave down at you while sipping at a smoothie as you all curse my name.

I sincerely hope you enjoy. Happy reading!

Edit: Can't believe I posted this a week ago and forgot to mention that Shattered Dream belongs to @galacii-gallery ... Shaking my head in disappointment to myself. Anyways. I remembered now lol. So sorry!!

[leo0oel]

Quicksilver, Chapter #1:

First chapter of a little something something I've been working on. Kinda no plot yet (or title), this is mostly a character study but I feel like it's pretty good so far. (1.4k Words)

Peter never knew there were so many dumb words in the dictionary. 

For example, there was Bardolatry and Borborygmus. There was also Quagmire and Cattywampus, although he still had no idea what that was. His best guess was some sort of plant. Imbroglio was one of those words, and yet it was probably one of the nicer ways to describe his situation.

In the words of the English dictionary, it means “an intricate and perplexing state of affairs,” or “a complicated and difficult situation.”

In his words, a mess. A complete mess.

How did he know this? Because somehow, out of all of the books in the once giant mansion, the thick, red, leather-bound Dictionary was one of the only surviving books in the ruins of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. 

After the explosion (and Peter’s brief hero moment), the school had been completely destroyed. What was left of it was either very charred or nearly ash. Except for the dictionary somehow. The state of the book was very much unlike the school. It seemed to be in pristine condition besides the slight char on the spine of the cover. Everything important however, including the manor, was gone. What was left of the school could barely be considered a foundation. Heaps of debris and rubble covered half the plot and small fires rose as a result of the explosion in random spots all over the campus.

 He could remember the faces on all the kids. 

They all looked heartbroken and completely devastated. Some were crying, some were consoling, and some were flat out confused, but all of them looked… sad. He couldn’t help but feel guilty, as if he’d done this to them. He knew he hadn’t. In fact, he’d been their saviour, but to him it was all the same. 

He was only torn from his thoughts at the sound of yelling behind him. He turned to see the teenagers from that yellow Oldsmobile he’d seen out front. They were an odd looking group. Lead by some kid with red sunglasses and a popped collar, a Bonnie Raitt wannabe (he swears he only knows her because of his mom), another girl who looked like a neon paint explosion, and a blue kid who’s hair looked straight out of a Joan Jett and the Brokenhearts album cover. But who was he to judge?

He remembered everything that happened afterwards. He remembered the kid with the red glasses’ shouting for his brother, wondering where he was, obviously frantic. He knew that he got everyone. At least he thought he did. He grabbed everyone closest to the blast. He knew he grabbed everyone in the lobby, in the dorms, the kitchen, the lounge, the classrooms, and the basketball court. He was pretty sure he got everybody. So he said that.

“Pretty sure I got everybody.” 

Key words, Pretty sure. 

Not certain. 

So apparently he was wrong. 

“Alex was closest to the blast.” Said a voice from beside him. He froze immediately. Hands clenched into fists by his sides, nails digging into his skin. He had been so sure he got everybody. But Alex was closest to the blast. If he had already been engulfed by the flames he wouldn’t have been able to see him. He then turned to the man next to him. The one person he recognized. Peter hadn’t really remembered his name from their first meeting, but now that he looked at him again, the name Hank came to mind. The man didn’t face him. Instead he kept his head straight in a daze, eyes glazed over, staring at the teen searching in the rubble. All the guilt he had been feeling previously now felt completely valid. He was the reason this kid would never see his brother again. He hadn’t been fast enough. 

He watched as the kid with the red glasses broke down in a mess of tears in the rubble of the Xavier Manor. Taking off said glasses and wiping vigorously at his face. Peter felt his own tears brewing, somewhere. He wasn’t exactly sure what to feel at the moment. 

It was a mess. 

Thankfully, there wasn’t much time to dwell over that fact. Mostly because almost immediately after everyone was knocked out by a bunch of overly dressed soldiers in a military helicopter and some sort of sonic blast. All the adults were then kidnapped, including himself.

When he woke up he was in a metal, green-lit room with a hot blonde, a CIA agent named Moira MacTaggert (also hot), and a giant blue guy who was apparently Hank which genuinely freaked him out. Not that he was against it or anything. 

Peter’s only problem with this situation was the fact that he was even in it in the first place. All he wanted to do was ask the Professor a few questions. A few questions about Erik. His dad. Which, now that he thought about it, might not have been the best idea. He was seriously starting to regret coming to see the professor. Not that he didn’t want to know about his long lost father, he just didn’t want to be in this situation. A situation that could possibly end in his demise. Yeah, no thanks. 

He didn’t exactly know how he was useful. They weren’t going to get much out of him even if they tried. He didn’t know anything. The idiot manning the operation clearly didn’t know this either as he continuously badgered them with stupid questions. 

Once Major (Colonel?) Stryker left, he had nothing to do. He didn’t know these people and even if he knew Hank, he wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with him. So he did what anyone would do in that situation. 

Ask the hot blonde woman if she knew Erik. 

Of course she did (because everyone except him does) and of course he just had to run his mouth and tell her that he maybe, kind of, sort of happened to be his dad. She was surprised, which was valid, so was he when he found out. I mean, who knew the all powerful Magneto, the guy who dropped a stadium on the white house, could ever love a woman enough to like, you know. 

Bad choice of statement, he had loved a woman enough. Enough to start a family. It just wasn’t his mom that he stayed for. 

The moment they’d escaped from Stryker, (man the guy was an idiot, I mean, who puts a feral murdering guy in a cage he could escape from?) he’d been thrown into battle again. Not willingly, he just happened to be there when they took off in the jet. He could have run, he could have left, he knew that. But there was also a big part of him that wanted to see Erik. To confess, anything. Obviously he skipped out on that chance and everything just went downhill from there. 

He punched the blue guy – which was awesome by the way – but then his leg got snapped basically in half, twice, which was not awesome. He almost died, he should be more worried about that, but at the moment all he could think about was how his dad would watch another family member die and he’d never even know. He doesn’t really remember what else happened, he was too delirious with pain at the moment. But he does remember that Jean chick absolutely bombing the shit out of the blue guy. 

Looking back on it the whole thing was pretty cool, except for the broken leg. Again, not awesome. 

Peter leaned back against the wall that encased the back half of the Professor’s property, laying the dictionary on his chest, clasping his hands over it. He then tilted his head towards his leg. The cast went all the way to his thigh and was covered in messy handwriting, “Get well soon!” messages, and colorful names with doodles attached (Some of those were pretty questionable).

For now he was kind of set. 

He’d decided to stay for a while. At least until he was fully healed. He couldn’t exactly go anywhere even if he wanted to, but besides the name, the place was surprisingly bearable. Besides the occasional screaming from the Mini-mutants, the place was sort of relaxing. That and he got free food and health care. Actually, he wasn’t quite sure if Hank was a real doctor or not. Should he really be trusting him?

Eh, either way he was free.

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Deep Sleep

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FP Jones x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 533

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

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She was so tired. Her head was falling forward as she started nodding off, her eyes heavy as they flutter shut. She was too damn stubborn to admit it though. It was late and we were just watching a movie together.

“You should go to bed, kiddo.” I mentioned. She shook her head, but lent on my shoulder. We watched the movie for a bit longer, until Y/N started falling asleep again and slipped off my shoulder. Her head snapped up and looked around slightly dazed. 

“Come on, Queenie.” I said as I pat my thighs. 

“Mmm…” She hummed as her head rested against my thigh. I smiled and gently combed my fingers through her hair. Her breathing quickly evened out and she was asleep in no time. 

Once the movie was over I looked down at my daughter, she was still fast asleep. I grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. off. I stretched slightly, careful not to wake her. 

“Alright, let’s get you to bed.” I said to myself. I gently placed my hands under her back and knees. I picked her up easily and she stirred slightly. 

“I got you kiddo.” I whispered. She mumbled something quietly and her eyes fluttered. 

“Relax, I’m just gettin’ you to bed.” I said with a smile. 

“Thanks Daddy.” She mumbled and I chuckled slightly. I gently laid her on her bed, pulling the covers over her and kiss her head. Her soft snores filled the room and I smiled. She needed as much sleep as she could get right now. I left the room and decided to watch a bit more T.V. while I waited for Jughead to come home. 

An hour later the front door was loudly opened and in walked my son. I turned off the T.V. and sent him a glare. He head right for the kitchen and started loudly looking for something to eat. 

“Boy you better quiet down.” I said and he looked up at me. 

“Why?” He asked confused. 

“Your sister’s asleep and she ain’t been sleeping well.” I said and he looked into the hallway. I got up and sent to go check on her. She was still in bed asleep and slightly drolling. I smiled and shook my head a bit. I walked back out to find Jug eating some left over chinese we had gotten. 

“Did I wake her?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“She’s out like a light. Make sure you’re quiet when you go to bed, I don’t want her wakin’ up tonight.” I said and he nodded. 

“She still stressing about school?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Yeah… She’s been up studying for weeks.” I answered. 

“I’ll try and distract her tomorrow, she needs to relax a bit.” He said and I smiled. 

“Good luck, she’s damn stubborn.” I said and Jughead laughed. 

“Oh, I know.” He said as he finished the food. 

“I’m gonna head to bed, night Dad.” He said. 

“Night, son.” I said and watched him quietly sneak into the room he shared with his sister. I yawned and decided it was time for me to head to bed too. 

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୨୧ Hello luvsss and welcome to my blog!!! 🤍

୨୧ My name is Destini and i’m a black teenage girl, you can nickname me dessi or dess if you like, either of them is fine by me!!! i’m also bisexual too 🤍

୨୧ Rock n roll is the sound of angles telling the truth ~ Jim morrison (my husbandddd🤍)

୨୧ Izzy Stradlin lover til i die 🪦

୨୧ Vivienne Westwood enthusiast ⋆˙⟡

୨୧ Some more silly info down below about me if you are interested 🤍

୨୧ I’m obsessed with black and white scenery, donnie darko, rockstars ofc, new york city, white leopard print, plushies, night time city lights, the tv show twin peaks, french new wave era, LACE TIGHTS WITH HEELS COMBO>>, snow, dark coquette, paris, vintage things, anything david lynch related (rip to a real one 🕊️)

୨୧ I like looking at true crime and before you say anything nooo i don’t like serial killers, nooo im not in the tcc on here just none of those things, i like looking deep into true crime because i want to study criminology in college maybe even be a detective (i highly fucking doubt that LMAO) so yeah

୨୧ My favorite artists i listen to includes ~ Arctic monkeys (i luv luv luvvvv arctic monkeys with all my life), guns n’ roses, The Doors, Fiona Apple, Mazzy star, Hole, Amy Winehouse, Sonic youth, Elliott Smith, Jeff Buckley, Lana del rey, My Chemical Romance, The White Stripes, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, The Strokes, The Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Megadeth, Crystal Castles, Fleetwood Mac, Tom Petty, and lots more i don’t feel like typing ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

୨୧ My main music genres i listen to includes ~ Classic Rock (my current genre im in luv with <3), Slow core, Eighties rock and metal, trip hop, industrial metal, thrash metal, grunge, shoegaze, garage rock revival, grunge gaze, post punk, indie sleaze, horror punk, and other stuff like that

୨୧ I love these people to much~ Literally the entire gnr members, naomi campbell, alex turner, jonathan davis, jake gyllanhaal, jeff buckley, bucky barnes, effy stonem, taylor momsen, shawn michaels, chyna, alice glass, gerard way, kirk hammett, heath ledger

୨୧ i’m a big movie geek!!! but my favorites movies are frances ha, paranoid park, coraline, dazed and confused, the florida project, the avengers 2012

୨୧ A little fun fact abt me i love marvel and dc movies!!! bucky barnes is my all time favorite character 🫶🏾 i also like watching wwe!!

୨୧ I support everyone!!! no matter who you are or what you identify as, i don’t allow no discrimination to anyone on my blog so with that being said…

୨୧ DNI! if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc or if you are just a complete asshole to other people because of who they are then leave please 👉🏾🚪💋

୨୧ Tysm for checking my blog intro, have a cookie on your way out!! 🍪

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Chapter 2: Confusion

This chapter includes:

Headaches, migraines, and medical distressInsomnia and exhaustion Mild body horror (temporary sensory loss, forced unconsciousness)Mentions of an accident (without graphic detail)Mild language and frustration between characters

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Hagarin's POV

After a few months of studying books, history, and magic, we finally reach a moment wherein we are permitted to experiment on what kind of alchemy power we can cast.

And I feel a headache growing in my head today. Come to think of it, my head doesn't seem to stop aching within those past months. I often pass out, and a visual of people's memories flashes through my mind.

This led to insomnia.

Pills weren't enough to ease the growing ache in my head. All I ever had to do was sleep away the pain. I have no idea what is going on with me. Yesterday evening, I instantly slept on my bed when I returned from school. My siblings were growing worried about my antics, and I often left them hanging with lame excuses. Truth be told, I also don't know what's going on.

But in all seriousness, I want to find out what is going on with me. For I don't want to worry my sisters, and I also don't want to wait for death knocking at my door for not taking care of myself.

Today is the day we practice magic.

I silently wore my shoes while tolerating Hanari's loud munching on her macaroni food. "You are so silent, and it's killing me," she bluntly said.

I turned to her to retort a reply, but the sharp headache suddenly spiked up again. I had a frown etched on my face and couldn't hear her properly, but I could see her speaking. But why can't I hear her?

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard her faint voice and buried my face in my hands as I steadied my breathing. Another memory flashed in my mind. She held my shoulder to slightly shake me awake.

"Why are you avoiding my gaze, Hagarin?" She said as irritation lingered in her voice. "I can't explain it," I answered, and it sums up the confusion and tension hanging in the air between us.

"No, you explain." Hanari said while attempting to make me look at her, but I closed my eyes instead. "wait, my head hurts." another lame excuse flew out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I can see that. Is your vision going bad?" She asked worriedly.

"I think...?" I lied.

It's not about my vision.

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After arguing with Hanari, we both ended up going to school anyway. We are currently doing experiments. Many discovered a few tricks to manipulate an object to float them in the air, and many discovered things on their own, and here I am, blankly staring at the small white flowers that the spell I created.

Weird. The image that flashed in my mind seemed that it didn't happen. Was it because I avoided something, and that's why the outcome was different? I don't understand.Hanari was supposed to shake me. To snap out of my daze. It didn't happen. Why?

"Hagarin. Hello?"

I snapped out of my daze, and my eyes wandered to the person who called me. I braced myself for the headache forming from a mile away.

"Yes?" I stared at her. I somewhat felt...Glad? Glad that I didn't feel any sharp pain, headache, or worse, a migraine. It's Ms. Renée who called me. "You've been staring blankly at that flower. What is going on?" concern lingered against her voice as I avoided her gaze.

“Yes.” what?

“I meant to say, I’m okay.”

"From your actions, it doesn't seem like it." She said with a hint of amusement in her tone. I let out a sigh and hesitated whether I should share this annoying headache with her or not.

"Lately, I've been feeling extreme headaches." I started.

"And that headache hinders my ability to do daily tasks with ease." I sighed and felt another migraine from a mile away. "As exaggerated as I make it sound, it does really hurt like a dinosaur stepping on my head." I dramatically expressed making her deadpan.

"You would've died if that's the capacity of the pain of the headache is giving you." She crossed her arms. "Go on and continue." She waved her hand dismissively while checking her phone.

"When the headache continued, images kept flashing in my mind. It's as if I could see what could happen." I sighed. "I later learned about it today because I literally saw a bus flash in my mind, and it hit a little girl on the road."

Renée abruptly stopped scrolling on her phone and paused. "what?" Was all she uttered.

"5:40 AM, near the cathedral, at the Osuado street..." She muttered under her breath, however, that didn't go unnoticed by me.

"How do you know? It wasn't aired in the news..." I replied as she stared at me. My eyes widened when I saw her glowing. Her amber eyes were glowing as the faint gold color was added a touch up to the bright light.

"Hagarin." Her voice echoed, and before I knew it, our surroundings turned grey. Except for us.

"Ms. Renée...?" I muttered worriedly as she walked towards me. "You're power is no ordinary."

"And, I'm sorry if I failed to notice this sooner Hagarin. I shall put you to sleep and worry not, you'll feel at ease once you see the light again." I heard her voice echo as she spoke. But why?

I saw her hand come in contact with my forehead and felt my lids grow heavy until the last glimpse I saw was Renée's figure.

And everything went black. - What day was it? Was it night or day? I'm hungry.

Muffled sounds of voices entered my hearing. I couldn't see anything. My eyes wouldn't open when I tried to. My senses were working but my sight seemed to have other plans.

Why can't I open my eyes? What happened?

I have to wake up. I have to know what is going on. I have no choice but to do this.

3...2..1...

I forced myself to suddenly move and that made me effectively open my eyes because I accidentally hit my arm with a metal. I let the surroundings ponder inside my head and finally realized. I'm at the clinic.

and on a hospital bed.

How long was I out for?

"Thank whatever gods that granted you to wake up." I heard a voice beside me. It startled me when it was Hanari. "What happened?" We both said at the same time making me deadpan while she just gave me an expression filled with disbelief.

"Don't play with me right now." She returned the same deadpanned expression as mine. "I knew something was wrong with you, and you weren't telling me. What are you? 4? Do I have to baby you for you to tell me?" She said as I only sighed out of irritation. Of all the things I could get, why do I have to deal with her unwavering concern the first time I open my eyes after passing out?

"Look, I don't know what is going on with me either," I answered. It made her give me an exasperated sigh as if the world was gonna collide. "You could've told me about you're fucking migraine." Hanari gave me a stern expression. "And what?" I deadpanned.

"What do you mean "What?" Do you not know how much worry and concern I felt when I saw you being carried here? Ms. Renée told me you are experiencing headaches!" she shook my bed out of frustration.

"Oh, right. Ms. Renée." I thought for a moment making her let out a scoff. "So? Are you not gonna explain and wait for her to return?" Hanari crossed her arms as she waited impatiently on the chair.

"alright, but you gotta answer my questions too."

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