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[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 7: Sarah Wheatfield

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: Turns out I'm not skipping out on you this week! Yay! The plot thickens even more, Bill joins a Mystery Twins adventure, Nora learns the joys (and pitfalls) of human recreational activities. Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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High on Gravity Peak, Ford tried to add the finishing touches to his sketch in the dim lighting of his lantern. The sky had long since descended into darkness, clear and perfect for viewing the local constellations. Even the sky in Gravity Falls was undoubtedly unique. Well worth the grass stains on his pants, or the chill that pierced through his coat.

It had been two years since he’d arrived in this town, and one year since he’d met the most important being in his life. He didn’t know he could be this happy.

“Heya, Brainiac!”

Bill’s habit of sneaking up on him did not falter even when he’d brought it up. Ford startled and dropped his journal, having to pick it up and brush off the wet stains from the grass.

Bill, at least, had the decency to look sheepish. “Whoops, haha, whatcha got there, buddy?”

“Oh.” Suddenly Ford felt a lot more embarrassed by what he’d just drawn. He tried to hide the journal, only to realize what a mistake that was – there was nothing that could stop Bill from finding out what others wanted to hide.

Ford was much the same way, really, his curiosity often got the best of him. It’s just that Bill’s curiosity was insatiable.

“Come on, you’re not gonna show me?” Bill floated circles around Ford, trying to take a peek. Despite his nosiness, Ford couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

He quickly muffled his laughter, eyes darting to the tent where he knew Fiddleford was sleeping

“Relax, you’re in your mind.” Bill tapped him lightly on the forehead. “You fell asleep right in the middle of your writing session.”

Oh. That wasn’t good. Ford could feel the crick in his neck he would have when he woke up. “I should go to bed,” he said, thinking of his insulated tent.

“Sure. After you show me what you’re hiding,” Bill manifested half a dozen eyes all around him to stare him down.

Ford sighed. “I was just sketching the constellations,” he said, feeling his face heat up.

“Oh.” The eyes vanished, leaving only Bill with a bored look in his eye. “You got stage fright for your drawings? That’s-”

“It’s not that…” Ford showed him the page. “I noticed one I thought you might like. I named it after you, actually.” Now he felt the shame creep in. Was this too much? Should he ask? He didn’t know what he was doing.

Bill stared at the page for a while longer than necessary. William, the constellation Ford had pointed out, was still hovering above them. Observing.

“Is this too much? I know the statues were a bit much, I just thought-”

Bill giggled and flicked Ford on the nose. Ow. “You? Too much? You’re a real flatterer, Fordsy, you know that?”

“I am?”

Bill fluttered his eyelashes, which Ford would’ve found ridiculous if he wasn’t so flustered. His muse settled down on Ford’s shoulder, small enough to fit comfortably and flop one spindly black arm in Ford’s hair. “Sure you are! You really know how to get my good angle!”

“Technically, it was the stellar masses that make up-”

“Learn to take a compliment, kid, yeesh.”

Bill stroked Ford’s hair, and Ford couldn’t help but close his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“Weird though, huh?” Bill said suddenly, quieter than Ford knew him to be. “Bill’s short for William? Shouldn’t it be Billiam? Who made that up?”

“I could find out,” said Ford. It would only take a few days of research. “But there’s better nicknames, I suppose. Like Will. Or Liam, both of which are part of the name.”

Silence. Ford frowned. “Bill?”

Concerned, Ford gently took Bill off his shoulder and held him in his palms. Bill’s eye, known to flash symbols and images, was blank, not unlike the static of an empty television channel. His arms and legs were hanging limply from his frame. Ford’s concern grew. “Bill?”

In the year Ford had known him, never had he considered the possibility that Bill could be harmed. He was so above any physical concerns, and so on top of any conversation or intellectual activity that Ford had assumed Bill being harmed by something was a ridiculous notion.

He didn’t think so now.

“Bill!” He shook him gently, not knowing what else to do.

Then Bill blinked, once, twice, and the static was gone. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?” Ford almost reached out to check Bill’s “forehead” temperature, like Ford’s mother had done when he was little.

“Uh, yeah?” Bill looked at him incredulously, hands on his sides. “What were we talking about?”

Ford had the thought then, that they did not need to rehash the conversation. “Nothing important.” He assured his muse. “You don’t remember?”

“Eh, it happens sometimes.” Bill looked completely unconcerned.

“This happened before?”

“Hey, don’t make a big deal out of it! When you live as long as I do, you’re bound to pick up a few hiccups. What are those compared to infinite knowledge?”

“I-I suppose…if you don’t think it’s a problem-”

“Sure isn’t! Anyway, where was I-” Bill scrunched up his eye in thought, staring hard at the grass under them. “Oh yeah!” He floated above Ford’s head, and put both hands on Ford’s cheeks, stroking his stubble with a finger. “Learn to take a compliment!”

—

“Soos! Put ‘er there,” Stan reached out with a hand, only to pull Soos into a bear hug when he got close enough. Predictably, the kid made a noise that was almost like crying.

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Behind them, Melody set her suitcase down by the cash register, where Wendy was, as usual, slacking off, reading a magazine. “How have you all been?”

“The usual,” Wendy said, not looking up from her magazine. “Except…” She shot a look at Stan, who returned it with a shake of his head and a scowl bigger than what he normally wore.

“Something wrong, Mr. Pines?” Soos asked.

“Nothin’,” Stan said. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“You can’t not tell them.”

“No one asked you for advice, Wendy.”

“Geez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“If it’s anything serious, you know we can handle it,” said Soos. “There are things I’ve seen that no man has seen before.”

“Ugh,” said Stan.

“You want me to break it to them?” said Wendy.

“Hey, anyone seen one of those brush sticks you humans have for your teeth?” As if summoned by a curse, which wasn’t too out of the question, Bill strode into the gift shop and started searching the place. “I was gonna build an effigy that would put a curse on that lady with the ostrich hair. You know the one. Hey, Red, what’s with the face? Question Mark, long time no see! How’s your banal existence been treating ya? I’ve been, well, dead! But you knew that already. What? What’s with the stares?” He finally quit his search and leaned against one of the clothing racks, grinning. “Did ya miss me?”

“Soos,” Melody said. “Is that…?”

“Oh hey, that guy sounds just like the Triangle Dude.”

Everyone was eerily silent.

“...Wait a minute.”

—

“So, he’s-”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve been-”

“Yep.”

“And now he’s-”

“Yep.”

“Wow,” Melody stared into her cup of CALMING, HERBAL TEA! CURES ANY CRISIS!, a box Mabel had gotten for this exact occasion. Soos promptly made an excuse to see his Abuelita and, quote, make sure she’s not a chair or anything. Haha, wouldn’t that be crazy, dudes? Melody, being the only one who wasn’t there for Weirdmageddon, now sat with Stan at the kitchen table and listened patiently as Stan explained what had happened. “I get it.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, this is a lot to process, but I’ve seen my fair share of weird, you know? You’ve never-” She paused when her phone buzzed in her pocket and scowled as she dismissed the call.

“Don’t you wanna get that?”

“No.”

Yeesh. Not gonna pry into whatever that is.

“There’s another thing,” Stan said, just as the door to the kitchen opened, and his brother headed straight for the pot of coffee on the stove.

He was, well, a mess wouldn’t cover it. With disheveled hair, eye bags so big he could carry something in them, and patches of his lab coat burned off or stained, Ford resembled a zombie more than a normal human being. It reminded Stan too much of how he was 30 years ago when Stan had first stumbled upon his brother’s paranormal mess.

“Stanley, we’re gonna need another order of potassium, have the university- oh, Melody! Good to see you again.” Ford poured the leftover coffee into a chipped mug. It had a sticker on its side that read certified nerd on it, along with a smiley face wearing glasses. “How was your trip?”

Stan and Melody watched as the coffee in Ford’s mug overflowed and started dripping onto his shoes. Ford didn’t seem to notice. “It was, uh, good? Are you alright, Dr. Pines?”

“Never better! Of course, there is a new calamity on the horizon, and everything we know and love might dissolve before our very eyes, but nothing a good amount of problem-solving can’t handle.”

The coffee started to form a small puddle on the floor.

“Sixer?”

“What is it, Stanley?”

“You’re making a mess.”

Ford only then realized his shoe was soaked through. “Oh.”

“Leave it,” Stan said when Ford’s bloodshot eyes searched for a towel to clean it with. He stood, and gently took the mug from Ford’s hands. “Listen, I get this is the fate of the universe and all-”

“Multiverse, Stanley.”

“But I think you could use a break right about now.”

“We can’t stop, not when we haven’t had a breakthrough yet. But with the new materials, I’m sure-”

“I’m sure you’ll figure all of it out with your magical fortune-telling buddy of yours after you sleep for at least like, eight hours. You look like hell, Pointedexter, even I can see it.”

Ford stubbornly lifted his chin, before his shoulders slumped, as if he was too exhausted to even hold them up. “Maybe I should take a break.”

“Stanford?”

A fourth visitor of the kitchen made herself known. Nora walked in, her nose in a set of notes. “We should try with Potassium-40, the radiation might counter the unstable effects.”

“Right, of course!” Whatever ground Stan had covered in the conversation they just had vanished in an instant. Ford grabbed the cup, chugged down the lukewarm coffee, and reached for a wireless phone. “I’ll order it right away.”

Whatever insanity had overtaken Ford clearly had a source, because Stan spotted the same unyielding tide wave of energy in Nora as she and Ford catered off into a debate on…something so scientific and technical it almost sounded like another language.

Before Stan could say another word, the two vanished from the kitchen and back into the basement, where he didn’t doubt, they were blowing something up.

“Fate of the multiverse, huh?” said Melody.

—

Dipper might’ve gone overboard with the conspiracy board. Just a little. He stood back and read the words in the center over and over again as if that would get him any closer to the answer. Who was that mysterious entity that talked to him? Why did she reach out to him, of all people? What did she mean when she said reality was splitting at the seams? And did it have anything, at all, to do with Bill’s code?

His phone buzzed. Which meant that the forum thread he started was updated. He grabbed it and eagerly opened his browser.

It wasn’t easy, running Gravity Falls’ sole supernatural blog. Not just because the town’s desire to sweep everything under the rug meant a ridiculous amount of censorship and takedown notices. It was mostly because no one except him sent anything in.

But there it was, a post, from Anonymous37. Dipper opened it and read the contents.

Hi there!

Didn’t know who to reach out to about this. Recently I had this strange encounter that I couldn’t explain. It was like a visual distortion and looked a lot like TV static, but I swear it wasn’t just in my head! If there’s anyone who knows about these things who can help me sort this out, please come and talk to me! My name is Sarah Wheatfield, and I’m a manager at the Sort It Right clothing store.

Whoever you are, admin, please help.

This almost sounded too good to be true. Dipper had waited so long for this, for his work to finally be recognized. He needed to meet this woman.

Dipper found his sister on the front porch, busy adding to her scrapbook.

“No way,” Mabel read the post and her face lit up. “This sounds just like what happened to Waddles!”

“Exactly,” said Dipper. “If we find there’s a connection, we can help fix him!”

“Then we gotta go talk to this Wheatfield lady.”

Suddenly, a pine cone landed on Dipper’s hat. He heard familiar nasal snickering and looked up.

Bill sat on the rooftop's edge, his feet dangling back and forth like a little kid’s. He seemed unnervingly cheerful. “Pine Tree! Hey! Over here!”

“Bill’s been giving me advice on some of the scrapbook designs,” Mabel said.

“I still think page 22 should have a lot more dead ants!”

“Some of it’s even been helpful!”

“You have some nerve,” Dipper said to Bill. “I heard what you did to Soos this morning!”

“Hey, hold on! I didn’t do anything! Question Mark can’t handle a blast from the past, that isn’t exactly my fault, is it?”

“Of course it is!”

“Did ya figure it out yet?”

Dipper froze at the question. The code. Reluctantly, shook his head.

“Gotta be honest, I was expecting a little more from Gravity Falls’ ‘best detective’.” Bill did the air quotes as he said it.

“It’s nonsense!”

“To limited minds, maybe.”

“Boys, boys,” Mabel put her hands up in a placating gesture. “I’m sensing some tension.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Dipper muttered.

“And it’s nothing that some bonding time can’t fix! Bill should come with us.”

“Mabel! No way!”

“Who said I want to.”

“Come on,” said Mabel. “You!” She pointed at Bill. “You’re bored out of your mind, admit it! Your jokes didn’t leave me as half disturbed as they do on a good day!”

“Or you’re developing a tolerance,” Dipper muttered.

“And you,” Mabel said to Dipper. “You and Bill have like, a ton in common.”

“No, we don’t!”

“You’re both super into codes!”

“That’s like, one thing!” Dipper rubbed his temples. “Why do you want everyone to get along with Bill so badly?”

“Oh, so we just sit around being mad at each other all day? He’s not going anywhere.”

“True!” Bill piped up.

Dipper looked between Mabel’s pleading face and Bill’s devious one. “Fine. This one time.” He mustered his best Grunkle Stan glare. “But if he tries anything, I’m pushing him into the Bottomless Pit.”

—

Ford drained the coffee in less than an hour. He came up the stairs a second time, debating on whether or not to steal the entire coffee maker, albeit temporarily, when he came face-to-face with his brother, blocking the entry to the kitchen.

Melody stood next to Stan and gave Ford an awkward smile.

“Alright, Pointdexter, this ends now,” Stan pointed a stern finger at him. Ford was jarringly transplanted into 1968 when his father stood over both of them with the same expression after the twins had broken one of the display cases in the pawnshop while treasure hunting.

The sleep deprivation must be getting to him.

“What, exactly, are you referring to?” he asked. “And why are you dragging Melody into…whatever this is?”

“Actually, I’m uh, helping,” said Melody.

“With what?”

“With the intervention. That’s happening starting now. You’re taking this day off, and that’s final,” said Stan.

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have time for this. “Does the ‘potential end of the world’ not hold any weight to you?”

“Nice try, but we already had one of those, and we turned out fine!”

“This isn’t like Weirdmaggedon! This is infinite times worse!”

“I don’t care!” Stan snapped. “The end of the world can wait a few hours, can’t it?”

“Stanley-”

“Um, if I can say something,” Melody started. She pulled a few pieces of paper out of her pocket. “We have all these free bowling tickets and Soos and I never got to use them. Mr. Pines thinks you should take your mind off things for a little while, and I kinda agree with him.” She waved the tickets in the air.

Now, this was a problem. Because back in the day, the Stan twins had held the Glass Shard Beach strike record for several years before it was briefly interrupted by some kid from NYC. They were ridiculously good at bowling.

Stanley knew exactly what he was doing.

“I can’t just leave Nora on her own,” Ford gave one last attempt at resistance.

“Oh easy, you’re not.” Stanley grinned. “Fortune Telling Lady’s coming with us.”

—

As they walked to the bus stop that would take them to Gravity Falls’ shopping mall, Dipper briefly pulled Mabel aside, keeping a wary eye on Bill.

“What’s up, Bro-bro?” Mabel asked.

“I’m worried about you,” said Dipper.

“Whaat?” Mabel laughed. “What’s gotten you this time?”

“Bill,” Dipper snapped. “I don’t understand why you’ve been so buddy-buddy with him since he came back! You know he’s still the demon that tried to kill us and our family, right? You said you wanted to snap him like a corn chip!”

“Pff, that was before he got all human and pathetic. Duh.”

“So you pity him? Is that it?”

“I told you why,” Mabel lost a bit of her cheer.

“Right. You think you’re the one who brought him back. Still, I just don’t get why…What if he did something to your brain? Last year or maybe even now?”

“Dipper,” Mabel said, all cheer gone. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m treating Bill like a person because he is a person now, okay?”

“Did you forgive him that easily?”

Something flickered in his sister’s gaze. She laughed it off. “I just don’t like holding grudges for too long! Besides, he’s been pretty well-behaved.”

They watched Bill find a beetle under his shoe and slowly step on it. There was a long and painful crunch.

“For the most part,” said Mabel.

Dipper watched his sister skip back over to the demon and playfully admonish him for the poor bug. Bill must’ve said something less offensive than usual because Mabel laughed and punched him lightly on the side.

If anyone saw them, they would assume they were friends.

A lump settled in Dipper’s throat. Something was wrong, he just knew it.

—

“Breathe it in, folks!” Stan took a giant, gaping breath just for the effect. Ah, the scent of freshly polished lanes, overpriced bowling shoes, and cheap fried foods. Gravity Falls’ Bowling sat in the back of the shopping mall, too intimidating for Stan to face without his twin by his side.

“This is a rather nice place,” Ford remarked. He already looked more relaxed than he did in the car on the ride over.

“What did I tell ya?”

“Wow, check it out, dudes,” Soos said behind them. “Pretty sure that guy’s only facing one direction.” Melody followed his gaze, her hand clasped in his.

“Charming family moment and all,” said the fifth member of the party. “I still don’t quite get why I’m here.”

Stan had been worried his brother was going to try to jump out of the car or something on the way here, having changed his mind, but Ford turned out to not be the one he should’ve been worried about.

In the middle of throngs of people in squeaky, smelly rental shoes, Sixer’s space alien girlfriend looked out of place and uncomfortable.

“You don’t like bowling?” Soos asked.

Nora looked annoyed by the question. “I understand Stanford’s human body needs rest, but I don’t have that issue. It would be best if I-”

“Learned how to have some fun?” said Stan.

Something flashed in Nora’s eye. “I know how to have fun.”

“Oh yeah?” Stan pulled down a pair of bowling shoes, ignoring the indignant cry of the clerk. “Prove it.”

—

The clerk handed them their shoes like he wanted to get rid of them as fast as possible. Soos kept trying to see the man’s right side, and the attempts were skillfully avoided. Giving up, Soos took his position next to Nora and Melody. It was the three of them against the Stans, which Stan thought was pretty unfair. These kids didn’t stand a chance.

Stan was up first. “Strike!” They watched the little television up above display an animated bowling pin getting brutally flattened by an angry-looking bowling ball. Stan did a little victory dance Melody stealthily recorded to send to Abuelita later.

“Isn’t that bad?” Soos asked.

“That’s baseball, hun,” Melody whispered.

“Oh yeah. Sports!”

Melody took her position when her phone buzzed. She impatiently silenced it and picked up the ball. Her swing didn’t have great form, but she managed to get roughly half of them. Which wasn’t bad. At least it wasn’t in the gutter.

Ford came up to the starting line. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted. “30 years, to be honest.”

“Stop whining and throw the ball!” yelled Stan. Some of the other patrons looked back at their party.

“If it makes you feel better,” said Nora. “I already know how this ends.”

Ford didn’t seem to feel better at all. Still, he picked up one of the bowling balls. Then another, testing its weight.

“Oh, come on!” cried Stan.

“We believe in you, Mr. Pines!” said Soos. “Even Mr. Pines!”

“Give me a minute.”

Ford brought the ball over, trying a practice swing. Then another. Stan opened his mouth to yell at him some more when-

“Strike!”

“Yeah! Whoo!” Stan threw up his arms, ignoring the glare the clerk sent him. “I knew you still had it in ya!”

“Yes, that was…nostalgic, to say the least,” said Ford. He was smiling. As far as Stan was concerned, his mission was over.

When Nora came up to the lane, Ford offered her one of the lighter balls. “You need to make sure there’s a curve in your wrist-” He tried to demonstrate.

“Stanford, I know how bowling works,” said Nora.

She threw the ball.

It sailed out of her hands, over their heads, and into the group next to them.

“Augh! My spine!”

“Right. Two eyes,” Nora said calmly.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Welp, it’s been fun!” Stan steered the four of them toward the exit, smelling a lawsuit. “Who’s hungry?”

—

It wasn’t hard to find the store Sarah worked in. It was the same one Mabel and her friends had taken Bill a week or so prior. Hopefully, the staff didn’t remember them well.

“Out!” The store clerk, a pale man with far too many wrinkles for someone in his thirties, pointed to the exit. He was sitting behind the cash register, a few wrappers hastily crammed into his pocket.

So much for not being remembered.

The goth girl they’d seen previously spotted them from behind a pile of clothes she was carrying. She waved. Mabel and Bill waved back.

Dipper quickly pulled them away before there could be another incident. “Okay, it looks like this one will be harder than I thought.”

“Please, they haven’t even called security,” said Bill.

“...So, we’re gonna have to break in.”

“Uh-huh,” said Bill. And walked back into the store.

“Bill!” Dipper whispered.

Bill pretended not to hear him. We sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it like he owned the place. The clerk squawked and shut the cash register. “I told you, sir, we don’t need any more trouble.”

“I know you don’t, uh,” Bill squinted at the clerk’s nametag. “Dave? Can I call you Dave?”

“That’s…my name?” said Dave.

“Sure is! Great name, simple and sweet. Listen, bud, you think I don’t get it? Standing on your feet for 10+ hours, getting penalized for your bathroom breaks, wondering when Joane will call you back, worried she knows your ‘well-paying job’ is a minimum-wage soul-sucking boulder up a hill of sweaty, loud teenagers and moms buying underwear for their kid’s birthday. We’ve all been there!”

“Oh,” said Dave.

“Retail sucks. Also, is that a new hair gel? Looks fantastic, anyone tell you that?”

“Yeah,” said Dave. He looked a lot less confrontational, and a lot more confused. “I mean, no…but I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“No, I get it, I get it,” Bill looked away as if debating something. “I also get if I, you know, didn’t see you for a few minutes. You were in the back! And if, you know, you came back with one of those pretzel dogs.”

Dave stared at him.

“You’d deserve it,” said Bill. He winked.

“...I would deserve it,” said Dave, as if it was a divine realization. “Okay. You sound like a cool guy, last incident aside. Please don’t touch anything.”

“Atta boy,” said Bill as he watched him go. Dipper and Mabel walked over.

“How’d you know he wanted a pretzel dog so badly?” Dipper asked.

Bill picked up a greasy wrapper from the floor and flicked it. It landed on top of Dipper’s hat.

—

Sarah Wheatfield was a middle-aged woman with braids in her hair and a mole over her lip. They found her in the back of the store, sorting clothing without really looking at it, which was either impressive or evidence of a troubled psyche. Dipper couldn’t tell which yet.

Dipper came up to her first. “Ms. Wheatfield?”

Startled, the woman dropped a few of the t-shirts she was sorting. “You’re not supposed to be here! How do you know my name?”

Dipper pointed at the nametag. Sarah looked down. “Oh. Right.”

“You sent in a post recently, to Unnatural Sightings Anonymous?” He held up his phone. “I uh, I run that blog.”

Sarah squinted at the screen. “I don’t remember sending this.”

Oh. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Heh, might’ve been a prank! Probably from someone you know. Guess it’s nothing,” said Bill.

“No, I…” she looked back at Mabel, then at Dipper. “Wait, aren’t you those Pines twins?”

“Y-yes!” Dipper said, a little too loudly. “Yes, we are!”

“Hi!” said Mabel, “I’m Mabel Pines. We’re like, super on top of all this mystery weirdness stuff. You can tell us anything!”

Sarah looked at Bill. “And who’s this?”

“That’s Willard,” said Mabel, and Bill made a noise between a growling protest and a squeak of rage. She patted him on the arm as if pacifying an angry cat. “He’s helping.”

“I see,” said Sarah. For a moment she looked hesitant. She checked that the door was closed, before turning to them once more. “Well, it’s not nothing. My husband must have sent it in. Or maybe I did, I’ve been…forgetting things lately.” She looked at the three of them in turn, her voice nervous and small. “I know it sounds crazy, but everyone knows your family deals with crazy, so, just…” She made up her mind. “Follow me.”

Sarah led them down a set of musty stairs and a locked door. She pulled out a key, fiddling with the lock as she turned to them. “We use this for storage and breaks. Or, we used to use it for breaks, before…well, before. Now it’s just storage.”

She turned the key and opened the door, flipping on the switch in the corner. The room was illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights. It was big, about the side of the Mystery Shack gift shop, with rows of shelves taking up most of the space, filled with cardboard shipping boxes of what was probably stock. In the back corner was a table, a couple of coffee cups, and a curtain that was…glowing ominously.

Bill shivered, and whether it was out of excitement or because the room was cold, Dipper wasn’t sure. The room was more than cold, though. It felt tilted, like the space around him was drawn with the wrong perspective. It was vibrating with an energy that Dipper could feel in the tips of his fingers.

It didn’t help that the edges of that curtain were turning into pixelated static.

Sarah cautiously approached the curtain. “Just don’t freak out, okay?” she said.

She pulled away the curtain. And Dipper was twelve again, the high of beating some alien robot with this Great Uncle Ford shattered as the sky above him ripped apart at the seams.

“That’s the rift,” Mabel said next to him. Dipper was still trying to find his voice. “But that can’t be the rift. Why’s it so small? Why’s it underneath the mall?!”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Sarah answered. “Also, don’t look directly at it. That’s how the memory problems started.”

They had seen remnants before. Ford had taken them to help track down dimensional vortexes and eldritch horrors that were still lurking around. But this was nothing like that. This was the rift.

The entity’s warning still sat firmly in Dipper’s mind. Reality was splitting at the seams. This was what she was talking about, wasn’t it?

Dipper tore his eyes away and instead glared at Bill. The ex-demon was grinning ear to ear, not caring about the warning as he stared at what could only be a remnant of his apocalyptic takeover.

“Sorry,” Dipper said to Sarah. “We’ll just be a minute.”

He practically dragged Bill outside by the sleeve of his sweater, Mabel not far behind.

“Hey, what the heck?!” Bill tore his arm away. “Get your sweaty hands away from me.”

“What did you do?!” Dipper snapped.

“Nothing!”

“That doesn’t look like nothing! That looks like a rip into your dimension!” Dipper shoved a finger at Bill’s chest. Bill stumbled back, scowling. “Was this human thing all part of some scheme? Answer me!”

“Hey, hey, hey, easy! I didn’t make that thing! Well, okay, technically I did make that thing, but only through a direct causality. So did Sixer, by the way, by building that portal. So did Stan, by turning it on, so really, if you think about it-.”

“You’re the one who tricked Grunkle Ford into building that portal! Are you kidding me? Do you really think I’d believe a word you’re saying, after what you’ve done?!”

“Guys, come on!” Mabel stepped in between the two of them. “Let’s not fight, okay? We don’t know why it’s here, so if we just-”

Dipper gaped at his sister. “Are you serious? Are you really defending Bill right now?”

“I’m not defending him! I’m just saying, maybe if we hear him out…”

Something obvious suddenly clicked into place. Dipper laughed. How could he not see it before? “Bill Cipher ended the world. He manipulated our uncle and drove him to insanity. He locked you in a dream prison. He tried to kill us, Mabel. Multiple times. Did you seriously just forget all that? Because you feel bad for him?”

“That’s not…” Mabel hesitated.

That’s all Dipper needed to hear. He climbed up the stairs, not wanting to look at his sister. He didn’t want to see her face and confirm what he already knew was true.

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#gravity falls #bill cipher #flat dreams #pengychan #human bill au #fanfiction #the book of bill #vee's writing #a different form a different time #waking days reboot #doodledrawsthings

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ancientfrozenglaciershark · 9 months ago

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how did mika and chris meet in your au, and what does chris look like? i am Very Intrigued by this au and cannot wait to see where it goes!

I am so glad you like it!!! and over the moon that you asked about it :’) (oh my, i did not mean for this to be so long, it could have been 5 sentences…) (i got carried AWAY during this haha) (i hope you like a little bit of angst :D)(dont worry there will first be 12 pages of fluff haha)

They first met at a night festival, in the Fire Nation. Mika travels a lot for Avatar duties, Chris is a nomadic teacher, spreading wisdom and such from the Northern Air Temple, spending a few months or a year in each village/city, working with children there. Mika was at the festival mainly to study the music, also learn about the culture, it was his first time in that village. Chris was teaching in that village. Mika was wearing a very beautiful mask, he didn’t want people to recognize him, and sitting on the edge of a fountain, admiring the statue, and bending a little bit of the water to the sound of the music. Chris was sitting on the other side of the court yard, drawing(he likes to draw) the scene before him(the the fountain and people celebrating all around) in charcoal. He smiled because the masked man sitting on the edge with a stream of water dancing beside him was a perfect addition to his sketch. As he drew, he watched Mika sway to the music and he admired his mask and pretty clothes, his long silky hair. He had thought drawing him would be enough to appreciate the beauty of the scene, but, no, he needed to meet him. He introduced himself. Mika was flustered at first, but the endearing drawing and Chris’s kind eyes warmed him up fast. Chris was immediately taken by Mika’s eyes and soft voice. Chris is a great conversationalist and they started talking. They quickly bonded over a love for music, Chris plays a few instruments himself. Chris offered to take him around the festival and explain some of the elements of the culture, since it was Mika’s first time here, Mika said yes. They soon ended up at a tea shop, they found they have many things in common. The same favorite tea for starters. Chris talked about the Northern Air Temples and Mika revealed that he has spent some time there. His extensive knowledge and adoration for the culture had Chris’s heart in his throat. Mika still had not revealed who he is. He liked someone seeing him for who he is rather than his title. He has always felt different and odd and like people maybe only love him because he is the Avatar, people around him have shown disinterest in his personal hobbies. But Chris was hanging on to every word of his rambling, and responding passionately. (And he seemed very smart, Mika liked that) He just wanted to keep enjoying that night the way it was. Chris didn’t mind that his new friend, who was passionate but soft spoken, wise but curious, was as wearing a mask. It let him focus on his soft brown eyes and long dark eyelashes, and on his lips. Chris offered to take him on a ride on his flying bison. They admired the lights of the festival below and stars above. They talked about many things. They talked about the stars and Mika started going on about the meanings and constellations from every culture he has studied(a lot). Chris leaned in and they kissed. Chris had fallen fast. He believed he had found the one that night. They stayed together until dawn, talking and laughing and kissing a few more times, enjoying the end of the festivities. They ended up getting breakfast together. They then parted, but they agreed to meet again that night. During the day, Mika received word that he was needed in the Earth Kingdom. He knew he must go. He made a hard decision. He could have left a message for Chris, and come back. But he thought about how he would have to eventually reveal to Chris who he is. He just didn’t want to do that. Chris had also mentioned, in their hours of talking, that he eventually wanted a small, secluded home in the mountains of the Northern Air Temples, that he wanted a simple life. That moment, Mika knew that Chris could never have that with him. And a part of him just wanted to cherish that night for what it was. It was Perfect. Everything would change if he found out who Mika was. Chris wouldn’t want that burden. The responsibility of the Avatar, and being close to the Avatar was not something anyone would desire, he thought. He left. He tried to bury the regret.

Chris waited at the fountain. And waited. His heart stung more and more with every hour that passed. When it was clear that Mika wasn’t coming, he was absolutely devastated. Heart broken. He was worried too. He didn’t know if Mika was okay or not. For days he kept coming back to the spot that they had planned on meeting, but Mika never returned. His heart was broken. For months he thought about him and prayed and longed to see him again. Eventually he left that village and set out to Ba Sing Se, to teach there. He never stopped thinking about his mystery angel.

About a year and a half later, Chris was invited to a birthday celebration for a new friend of his. She was a noblewomen of the city. (Chris makes plenty of friends where ever he travels to because he is a very compassionate, personable being (much like IRL)) It was going to be a large, expensive party, taking place at her palace. She had many notable, powerful friends. Even the Avatar was said to be attending.

ugh i could write so much more after this but I’m going to leave you on a cliffhanger! sorry<3 if you wanna know, let me know!!

About Chris’s appearance, I bet you’re wondering if Chris is bald cause he’s from an Air Nation, hahaha, he is not! (not sure if this fits with ATLA canon but he had to keep the curls:) He has curls maybe a little longer then he’s been letting them grow IRL, pushed back. He is usually clean shaven. Though he got very scruffy after he was initially ghosted by Mika, haha. They also were 25(Chris) and 23(Mika) when they first met. He wears typical Air nation clothing, on the more formal side, he likes to look nice. But yeah typical Chris appearance, pointy ears, lots of eye crinkles, dimples, big guy, 6’3” 230lbs, lots of muscle under his soft airbender exterior :)

i drew a little sketch for you! i haven’t drawn much of this AU but now i am definitely going to make more, thank you, anon, for the encouragement!

#ask:)#mika zibanejad #chris kreider #nyr #new york rangers #my doodles #nhl #atla au #au #hrpf #kreidbanejad #hockey rpf #nhl players

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vargaslovinghours · 4 years ago

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Just a little vulnerable

#💟#Doodles #Art #Edgar #Jake #Wish Fulfillment #I have a specific image of Edgar crying in my head that I /almost/ got out but not quite >:P #That first one is probably the closest #Tears are fun regardless tho so I had a good time uwu #And Jake again! The fluff abounds #It's so unusual now to doodle someone with light hair lol #And I still enjoy drawing him with light eyelashes haha #Hug time was very much required lol #Since these are main notebook doodles I did make them a bit more family-friendly lol #I like the hug uwu Jake has a very sweet face #Ahh gosh I just realized I forgot his earrings! Darn

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ikeromantic · 4 years ago

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Delicious (NSFW edition)

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction taking place at the end of Ch. 13 in the romantic route. Approx. 1700 words of Fluff and Spice! Some spoilers maybe?

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Tears of Joy

There were three things in this world Mitsuhide enjoyed above all else. One of them was a hot bath, and one of them was teasing his little mouse. To have both in one place at the same time was decadent.

Right this moment, his little one was sinking into the hot water, her expression one of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, cheeks faintly pink. A sheen of sweat covered her brow from the steam. She looked . . . delicious.

Of course, she chose the moment he licked his lips to open her eyes. “Mitsuhide! You - you’re staring at me!” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Little one, I’ve seen you naked several times now. Why are you suddenly shy?”

“I - you - I feel like a real mouse about to be eaten up by a very happy cat.”

“Kitsune,” Mitsuhide corrected.

She blinked. “What?”

“About to be eaten by a very happy kitsune.”

She giggled. “Yes, I guess that.”

“You have such a beautiful smile, my love.” He watched her expression shift from laughter to charmed surprise.

“I don’t know what to say when you say things like that.” She touched her face, where the bruise still discolored her skin. “Especially right now.”

Mitsuhide shook his head. “Silly little mouse. As if such a fading mark makes you any less.” He shrugged off his clothes and let them pool at his feet.

Whatever she had been about to say was reduced to a sharp exhale at his sudden nudity. Her eyes went wide as she tried to fix her gaze on a point somewhere above his chest.

“Is there something wrong?”

“N-no! No, of course not! You’re. Just. Naked. All the way. Naked.” She swallowed.

Mitsuhide grinned. “I did plan to bathe with you this time . . .” He *might* have posed himself to best display his . . . attributes. “Should I wait until you finish instead?”

She licked her lips and shook her head. “I - you - just get in and quit teasing me!”

“What fun would that be, little mouse?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. Perhaps never. He walked slowly to the edge of the tub, using his dancer’s grace to draw out the movement. It was worth every second to see the stain on her cheeks darken and the desire in her eyes grow.

He stepped into the wooden tub and sank down into the hot water. A little groan of pleasure escaped him as he felt the tension melt from his legs and back. “If there is a heaven, little mouse, this is in it.”

She smiled. “I wish I could introduce you to the baths in my time. And hot showers!”

“Mmm, perhaps one day. Your friend seemed to think these . . . warm-holes? Will come again.”

“Sasuke did say as much. I don’t know how sure he is though. I mean, what if we went to my time and got stuck? Or what if I went but it wouldn’t take you?” She chewed at her lip, anxious over all the possible things that could go wrong on such a trip.

It was too adorable, Mitsuhide thought, and put his arm around her. He pulled her next to him and placed a kiss on her head. “Don’t worry about things that are not problems. We have enough ahead of us.”

His little one laughed softly. “True enough. I’m sure Nobunaga and Hideyoshi will have plenty to say when we get home.”

“Yes, those two for certain. But I don’t want to talk about them tonight. Tonight . . . there is only you, and I.” Mitsuhide ran his hand down her back, glorying in her soft skin, and the way she leaned into his touch.

“Oh? Are we going to talk about us?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

He nodded. “We will. But first-” He settled his hands on her hips and lifted her around to sit in front of him. “Let’s enjoy our bath.” He cupped water in his hands and poured it over her hair, running his fingers through it. “I will start with the top of you, and work all the way to the bottom.”

She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling her little, wicked smile. “The bottom, hm?” And then she wiggled against him.

Mitsuhide couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his lips, or the sharp intake of breath that followed. He’d been hard when he got into the bath, but now he felt as if he might burst. The sensation of her naked skin rubbing his cock was like fuel to his flame. And she knew it. She was smiling more widely now, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

“Oh . . . little one . . . you will pay for that,” he breathed.

“Looking forward to it,” she replied, spoiling the bravado a bit by swallowing nervously after.

Though it was sheer torment to keep her pressed against him, Mitsuhide held her there as he first rinsed her hair. Then he rubbed her skin with fragrant herbs, gently removing the dust of their travel.

It was hard enough to wash her back, but when he turned her around, she used the moment to wrap her legs around his waist. Positioning herself deliciously atop his erection. He ached to be inside her, and wondered if his little mouse had any idea how much self control it took him not to simply . . .

She was laughing softly. Her eyes were merry and her smile was brilliant.

“Wicked little mouse. If I were any other man -” he growled low in his throat, letting his frustration show.

She leaned forward until her nipples brushed the skin of his chest. “Mitsuhide. I want you. You don’t need to hold back with me.”

And then he was kissing her. It wasn’t what he’d planned. Wasn’t the seduction he’d wanted to perform, but gods . . . she tasted so sweet. And she felt like silk. Her slick, warm fingers stroked his chest, his hip. Curled around his shaft. He thought he would die from the pleasure of it as she slid her hand slowly up, and then down again. His body shuddered against her.

Two could play at that though. If she wanted to bring him to the brink . . . He grabbed her breast in one hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers. His other hand slid down between her legs. He could feel how much she wanted him just by the heat from her.

The sound she made when he stroked her sweet pearl was half-gasp, half moan. He smiled, watching the way she trembled as he slid the pad of his thumb over her cleft again. Not that it helped his own situation. Touching her was torture. Like the sound of dripping water when you were mad with thirst.

She gave a raw cry of pleasure as he slipped his fingers inside of her, clenching tight on him as if she would hold him there. “M-my god . . . M-mitsu . . . hide - I - I -”

He might have said something then, taunted her a little, but she stroked him again, and whatever words he had were lost. He wanted to bury himself in her, to make her cry his name until she was hoarse from it. His fingers slid into her again and again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.

Gasping, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into position atop him.

“Ah-haha,” she gave a panting laugh. “Y-you d-didn’t beg me. Yet.” And then his little mouse - no! His little vixen - rubbed his cock between her legs, pressing him tight enough that he could feel her clench as if to pull him inside. She moaned as his shaft rubbed the hard pebble of her clit.

It was enough to drive him mad. This game she was playing . . . she wanted him to beg. Then for her, he would. “Please.” The word purred from his throat. “Please . . .” Low and hoarse and desperate.

She rose up, and then sank down onto his shaft. Her body shuddered and she let out a piercing cry of pleasure that went higher the deeper he went.

Mitsuhide was a proud man. He would have liked to draw this first time out - to ride her to completion several times before he found his own satisfaction. But the feel of her climaxing against him, the sound of her, the sight of her breasts . . . it was too much. After months of teasing himself with her, and taking no other woman to his bed, he couldn’t hold back.

“I love you,” she gasped, her hips rising and falling as she rode him.

He pulled her down to his lips, kissing her until their tremors subsided. “I love you too, little one,” he said when he could speak again. He felt so relaxed that he didn’t want to move. Not an inch. He liked having her perched on him, impaled. Her naked breasts floating in the hot water, brushing his chest. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes on him, and only him.

“We waited way too long for this. Just. Mmmmm . . .” She smiled.

Mitsuhide stroked her cheek. “I wanted to wait. I wanted to be sure that . . . that you wanted this. Me.”

She shook her head. “You have no idea how sure I am.”

“I think I might,” he smiled. Then his expression turned serious. “When we get back to Azuchi, I plan to ask Nobunaga for the right to marry you. I will make you my wife. Officially. In name and title . . . if . . . if you are willing.”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Mitsuhide Akechi?” She wiggled her hips, which made him gasp involuntarily.

“I am.”

“Then yes. If you promise me we’ll make love like this every night.”

Mitsuhide kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t promise you that.”

“What? Why not?”

He grinned. “Because I plan to make love to you in a thousand inventive ways. I plan to tease you until you beg for release. To pleasure you as an art form. One that I will master. This . . . tonight . . . this was only a beginning.”

“Mmmm, I think our beginning isn’t quite over,” she smiled. And she was right. He was ready for her again.

That night he began an intense study of this new art form. After the bath, they moved to the bench, then the desk and the wall, and finally . . .the futon. Spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms just as the light of morning began to peek through the window. It wasn’t near enough to wake the exhausted lovers.

Next: Hero's Welcome

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #smut and fluff

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reelybadfnafocs · 2 years ago

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he's back! it's luke from three years ago! meaning his original concept was posted six (soon to be seven!) years ago... what a ride it has been! i was in elementary school when i made him, and now i've nearly finished my senior year. crazy how life moves without you noticing, hey?anyways, i'm here to just sort of place him down and see what happens. i don't expect anybody to remember him, but it's fun to see how he's progressed through the history of this blog, right?

First of all: YIPPEE WOOHOO I LOVE OLD OCS SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY!!!

Mod Bright here, and I wanna take a moment to say ohhhh my god I love tracking how your art style's changed and grown since you first submitted! I love the softer lines you seem to be using now, and your coloring style is…ugh absolutely gorgeous.

As for Luke's redesign, ohhhh I'm in love. Though I think the original designs were nothing bad (in fact, I'm still a little fond of the first design, it's got so much charm!) I do really enjoy how nice on the eyes the color palette is here.

I also enjoy how his antennae-thingies have returned to being right over where his ears would be! It's a good place for them. :)

(And his eyelashes…oouogougoguoguo pretty…)

I also like how, aside from the seams in his body, he seems like he could be mistaken for an everyday employee- I think that's a really fun take for his character concept!

alright, so his name is still luke. he is a humanoid masculine-presenting android located in an establishment known as cam and dolly's, a subsidiary of fun!pizza business. his primary role is that of a caretaker; he is stationed in an area of the main cam and dolly's location known as "luke's corner". he is unique to the main building, as other cam and dolly's chain locations lack his special area.

luke's main function is to provide a safe, calm space for people of all ages who may find themselves overwhelmed or upset by the other attractions. he can draw, tell stories, hold intelligent conversations, play (calmly) with toys, and assist with certain arcade machines.

I am sososo glad you kept this concept because I always thought it was very sweet, and definitely plausible for a FNAF fangame or FNAF-inspired story concept!

Not much to say here, since I've already sung my praises about this in my last review, haha. Him being one-of-a-kind, though, while often implied with characters similar to this, is a really nice touch. :)

luke was purchased from an auction by the owner of cam and dolly's two years before the founding of the actual chain itself, as one of approximately thirty androids salvaged from the rubble of an abandoned warehouse after a fire had destroyed it. his original creator is unknown, as all previous branding (nautilus robotics inc) has no existing record as a real company and the recorded owner of the warehouse had been found deceased in their home shortly after the incident. luke, despite the fire, was in relatively good condition and was easily repaired by the owner herself.

THIS IS KIND OF SICK AS HELL. I like this a lot! Super mysterious, explains well why this android is hanging around a kids pizza chain of all places, and has just enough intrigue to keep people guessing! …And enough that you don't have to have all the details ironed out right away, I'm guessing. :P

I like how you've put detail into the actual incident that happened, too! It's nice to have a little more detail to his backstory than last time. Fond of this funny robot :)

I would love to hear more detail in the future, maybe, about the owner and her history/experience...it'd be really interesting, especially, to hear about her skill level with mechanics/programming respectively and/or lack thereof, and how the repair process actually, like, went.

luke is an artificial intelligence and is far more advanced than he lets on, however he is not without his quirks and.. issues. while luke still has an issue in his code preventing him from properly recognizing after-hours staff, his logic and outside reminders will suffice to keep him acting 'normal'. while i've written his story without much of a legitimate gameplay loop in mind (he's definitely more of a story oc than a game oc at this point lol), i do have some ideas for him.

I'd love to hear some more elaboration on exactly how advanced he is and his actual personality (since "more than he lets on" does sort of imply a fun level of sapience) outside of his job! Some detail on his perspective in particular I feel could be really cool.And ohohohoho gameplay loop ideas…these are always fun, even if you don't get to use 'em! Let's see…

if we are working with a traditional fnaf five nights security guard office style, i figure he'd work something like this:

luke becomes active on the first night and remains active all week, increasing in difficulty and aggression as nights go on (of course).

due to a previous incident involving a nightguard at the establishment, luke insists on trying to come to your office to "supervise" you. if he enters the office during this phase, he will be an obstacle to your control panel/camera panel, as well as an auditory distraction as he talks — luring the sound-sensitive dolly to your office faster than normal.

you can send luke back to his corner via commands sent to the receiver on his head. he has to obey these commands, even if he doesn't want to, leaning in to a frustration/aggression mechanic.

This is a really fun concept and really fitting for what you've said about him thus far!

I like the inclusion of a mechanic to send him back to his corner, and having there be consequences for using this mechanic (maybe so you'd have to weigh the benefits of keeping him around for a little longer than you'd like while dealing with other threats?) sounds like it'd add a very fun layer of complexity to nights.

the more times you send luke back to his station, the more frustrated with you he will become, ticking his aggression up with each use. once his aggression surpasses a certain threshold, he will switch into a more hostile mode, becoming more persistent as well as capable of jumpscaring/killing the player instead of just being an obstacle. he will take multiple paths to the office in an attempt to evade your cameras and commands.

Ohohoho…very cool, I like! The commands still working as Luke is en route in hostile mode (presumably only when he's in view on the cameras?) is fun too, feels like a sort of riff on the audio lure mechanics we've seen in the main series and fangames! Very nice.

the best way to deal with luke is to let him get close to the office before sending him back — this minimizes the amount of times you have to use the commands, therefore avoiding triggering his 'hostile mode' for as long as possible.

Naturally. :P

i have no idea if that's good or even playable and i'm also very sorry for the novel of a submission. i just enjoy my funny little guy and think he's quite silly. thank you for reading and thank you for not deleting this blog so this small piece of my own oc history has remained preserved :,,) i hope you have been having as much fun as i have.

NOOOO THIS WAS FUN TO READ AND REVIEW!!! I enjoy your funny little guy also and I'm glad you've submitted him to the blog :) I am also very glad that the blog is still up…though I don't really agree with its original message and haven't for a long time, I think it's an important artifact of internet history, y'know? And, of course, of individual OC history. :P

As for the hypothetical game mechanics, I think Luke's got some interesting ones that are definitely workable for a game!

The thing I've found is that you can't really predict whether something like this'll be too much/unplayable unless you have the full picture of all the cast's mechanics together, and even then some game devs have had it worked out then figured out some overlooked synergy between antagonist characters that makes stuff impossible!

So…don't sweat it too much, unless sweating it is fun for you.

To conclude…Thank you for submitting, and thank you for sticking with us all this time. Luke is a character that was already genuinely solid in concept, and here I'm only seeing more detail and thought in your writing.

I'd love to see where you go from here, if you work on this group of OCs any more!

Good luck in the future! <3

-Mod Bright

#Review #submission #turn around bright eyes

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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The Fame Game (Part Three) || Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Sleepovers are supposed to be fun, but perhaps not when they include your fake boyfriend.

Word count ↠ 4.5k

Warnings ↠ Alcohol, some bad language, Tom’s shirtless? And also a lil bit jealous

A/N ↠ I decided that Y/N is in Stranger Things because... Joe Keery. You’re welcome. This was a fun part to write! Thank you so much to everyone that’s been loving on this series - makes my heart very very happy to know it’s being read and enjoyed :’) Please let me know what you think of this part! (This picks up directly after part two just with a pov shift)

Series masterpost

THREE: What’s Mine Is Yours (Y)

The studio lights burn your eyes painfully, and your throat has been stinging distantly of tequila ever since you took the first shot.

Jimmy’s been sending you question after question, analysing and picking apart every aspect of your ‘relationship’ with Tom for the past five minutes. So far, you and Tom have answered with your stories aligned, and you thank yourself for having the stroke of genius to go over some essential details with him before the show. If you’d just come out here and winged it, as he had foolishly suggested, you know you would’ve tripped up by now.

It’s all going as expected, until near the end of the interview when Tom’s words split through the air and shock you completely:

“Well, chemistry is a very important part of any relationship, Jimmy, and you know what they say: enemies make the best lovers.”

Enemies make the best lovers..?

Even as the conversation moves on, you feel the words lingering in your mind. Tom’s been playing the role of your doting boyfriend very well all evening, but there has been something a little too earnest about his eyes and his remarks, and it’s left you feeling… odd. Exposed, perhaps. He’s out here claiming that enemies make the perfect foundation to a loving relationship, and though you’re almost certain it was a throwaway comment, you can’t stop yourself from over-analysing it.

“Well, thank you to both of you for joining us tonight,” Jimmy says finally, dragging you from your stupor. “It’s been a pleasure, as always. I wish the happy couple all the best!”

You’re nestled up very close to Tom on the sofa. His hand is on your knee, and you’ve got your arm wrapped around his side. You hadn’t discussed any of this beforehand, but you’d followed his lead when he’d first stretched out his palm. Casual displays of intimacy, according to your PR team, are everything, and it’s been almost nice to have his fingers resting on your leg, acting as a grounding presence. Any time you said something a little risky, he’d squeeze your knee - and you likewise would use your hand on his side to pinch him gently, like a reminder to stop talking whenever he came close to slipping up.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” Tom says. He looks around to face you, his brown eyes warm and round. “We’ve had a great time.”

You nod along and pull your hand away from Tom’s side as you sit up a little straighter. “Yeah, it’s been amazing.”

Jimmy throws out a few final farewells, and the audience descends into applause. As the bright sign that reads LIVE flickers out, the cameras stop rolling. Almost immediately, you feel lighter. With a loud groan, you stretch your arms out behind your head and collapse back into the sofa, your posture sagging. Besides you, Tom mirrors you, his legs spreading and his knee knocking against yours as you glance over and share a cautious smile.

“That went well, didn’t it?” You ask quietly. Jimmy’s wandered off, and around you, people are rolling up cables and wires. You can feel the eyes of some of the audience on you, so you reach down to play with his hand. Tom lets you fiddle with his fingers, and you gulp as you draw your fingertips across his soft skin.

“Yeah,” Tom agrees. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you curiously. “What was the question you answered with Harrison?”

You scoff. “That’s a secret.”

You’d almost died when you’d read the card. As much as you’d disliked the prospect of doing a shot, the question had read ‘Which of Tom’s friends would you consider dating?’. Though you feel no romantic attraction towards Harrison, he’s the only one of Tom’s friends you know. You couldn’t admit it to Tom live, because PR would have had your head, but you don’t particularly want to fess up now, either.

Tom’s always been a bit weird about your friendship with Harrison, and you don’t want to add more strain to your relationship. Maybe a month ago you would’ve loved to have another thing to rub in Tom’s face, but now things are changing. Your relationship is beyond twisted as it is, and much to your surprise, you no longer feel the burning need to exacerbate that - not now you know you’ll be tied to his side for the next five months. For all you thrive off Tom’s discomfort, it’s starting to take a toll.

Tom pouts, but there’s an intense heat to it. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

You roll your eyes. “What was your first question?” You return. “The one that you replied to by saying I’m stubborn?”

Tom groans, and the illusion of him being a doting, sweet boyfriend shatters. A part of you is relieved he’s back to normal as he glares at you. Tom has been too nice to you this evening, and it was becoming a little unsettling.

“I won’t tell you mine unless you tell me yours,” he barters. Tom looks down at your joined hands and loops your fingers together, leaning in closer on the sofa so he can drop his voice. The strong waves of his cologne drift out over you, causing your mind to spin. “Oh, come on, girlfriend, we were getting on so well, just tell me? Please?” He even flutters his eyelashes.

You chuckle in the face of his charm. “No way.”

Tom pulls away, his jaw flexing. He drops your fingers dramatically. “Fine. Be like that.” He stands up quickly, but then he pauses and begrudgingly offers you a hand, his eyes skimming the busy room. He, like you, seems to recognise there is a time and place for your petty bickering. “Let me escort you backstage,” he says, voice dry and monotonous.

You sigh heavily. “You’re so annoying,” you tell him, accepting his hand. He helps you up with a strong grip, your fingers tangling together easily. “I almost bought the act that you were actually a decent guy tonight, y’know?”

Tom keeps your hands together as you slowly walk backstage. “I almost bought yours,” he returns, his voice quiet. “I suppose we’re both good actors, aren’t we?”

You set your mouth in a firm line. “I suppose we are.”

You don’t see him for a while, and for that, you’re very grateful. For a few weeks, it seems PR are satisfied with a few teasing tweets here and there, and you enjoy the freedom of living Tom-free again. It really is quite disruptive, having to parade around with him, and lie when your friends and family question you about him. It’s quick to grow tiresome as you have to explain, over and over, that, no, you don’t hate him - love just happened!! Yeah, he’s great! Oh, you always thought there was something going on between us? Haha. Hah. That’s so funny.

It’d be so much easier, you think, if you and Tom got along better. But you know the only way that’ll happen is if one of you apologies to the other, and you’re still too fucking angry about everything to let your walls come down. Your history spans three poisonous years, and you aren’t willing to start lowering your defences for fear of him using that against you. You’d rather suffer through several more months of torture with Tom than show any sort of regret or remorse. You will not be the first to place your cards on the table, which lands you in a difficult position because you know he isn’t the type to concede either. You’re so similar it almost hurts.

About a month after the show, you’re on set when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you pick up the small device to see Rebecca’s name flashing over the screen. With a sigh, you quickly answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi Y/N, it’s Rebecca. I hope you’re doing well.” There’s a brief pause, then, “So, we need you to do something for us tonight.”

You reach up to pinch at the bridge of your nose. “Always straight to the point, aren’t you?”

Your PR manager laughs. “Time is precious,” she reasons. “Anyway, we’ve been monitoring your socials. People find it odd that you’ve not posted anything with Tom, and we’ve realised that there is a shortage of photos of you both together.”

You hum. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve ever had a photo together where it looks like we actually like one another.”

“Exactly. That’s a problem.”

“Great.”

“We’ve been in contact with Tom. He’s going to pick you up once you’re done on set, and then come and stay the night with you. You’ll be spotted entering your apartment together, and he’ll be seen leaving in the morning. Whilst you’re together, if you can try and take some photos, that’d be great. Try to build up a backlog of different shots, so you have some in reserves for the future.”

You throw your head back, biting back a dramatic groan. “He’s coming over tonight?” You clarify.

Rebecca sighs. “Yes, Y/N. Is that okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Perfect. He’ll pick you up from set at 5.”

The line disconnects and you put your phone away, trying not to think about how easily your quiet evening plans have been whipped away. You’re called back to set almost immediately, and that provides you with a perfect distraction. You slip on your mask, sinking into a different character, and you let all your worries and irritations fade away.

When Tom rocks up to set, you’re still filming. You catch him from the corner of your eye as you act opposite your co-star Joe Keery, carrying your banter perfectly. You love Joe - love the fact that both of you are wearing matching sailor costumes and somehow manage to rock them, and that your scenes always flow together very nicely. You’re having a great time together, and you feel sad when the director calls out a final Cut! and the cameras stop.

“Great scene, Y/N,” Joe compliments, reaching out to pat your shoulder.

You smile back at him, nodding lightly. “You too!” You say. “I’m going to miss filming with you.”

Joe nods, whipping the sailor hat from his head and running a hand through his long hair. “Me too,” he agrees, mouth curving into a frown, “Who else would dress up in these stupid costumes with me and not make fun of me?”

You laugh, but before you can form a full reply, you feel a figure lingering behind you. You tilt your head and see Tom there, and then feel his warm hands slip around your waist. It all happens so quickly - one moment he’s whispering hi, the next his fingers are wrapped around you and yours are on his shoulders, then he’s kissing you quickly. It’s just a peck, but it completely blindsides you, and you’re still recovering when he pulls back and looks at Joe.

“Hi, mate, I’m Tom,” he greets, his voice artificial and loud. “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

You look between them, your heart hammering in your chest as you retract your hands and let them fall to your side. Tom immediately links your fingers together.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Joe replies, eyeing you sceptically. He raises his eyebrows slightly as he accepts Tom’s free hand, and they shake slowly.

“All good things, I hope, eh?” Tom replies, glancing over to you. You raise your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he’s doing, but he just grins slyly in response.

“Eh, sure,” Joe says. Your friend rocks back on his feet, and you’re briefly reminded of the many, many occasions where you’d stormed onto set and ran your mouth about Tom. “Well, I’m gonna go now. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He raises a hand.

“Bye, Joe. Have a nice night.”

As soon as Joe’s slipped out of sight, you turn your attention to Tom.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, voice higher and quieter than usual. You pull your hand from his grasp, and it drifts up to your mouth, to where your lips are still feeling the aftershocks of the kiss. You stare at him through wide eyes. He’s in a lovely blue denim jacket today, and it contrasts brightly against his short styled hair and his deep brown eyes.

“Greeting my girlfriend?” Tom replies. He looks a little bashful as he folds his arms across his chest. “Is that a problem?”

Fuck, you hadn’t missed him at all.

“You kissed me,” you state.

“Briefly,” he agrees, “We’re in public, Y/N. It would’ve been weird if I hadn’t done anything. Plus…”

“Plus?”

Tom grimaces. “It felt a bit odd to see you so close to him.” He pauses, his face the picture of discomfort. “I didn’t like it.”

“You have got to be kidding, Tom,” you mutter, eyes widening. “Are you seriously being like this because I touched his arm? He’s my friend, dickhead.” You scrunch up your nose, eyeing him sourly. “You don’t have any right to act territorially, Tom. We aren’t actually dating.”

“Right.” Tom tentatively reaches up, and you let him place his hand on your cheek. It feels almost like an apology, and you find the lines of irritation melting from your face. As his fingertips gently trail across your cheekbone, your lips pull into a small smile. “I’m sorry if I took you off-guard,” he says, surprising you completely. You’d never thought you’d see the day he owned up to one of his actions. “I won’t kiss you again unless we talk about it first.”

You swallow drily, trying not to enjoy the way it feels to have his touch skating over your face so smoothly.

“Good,” you agree. You rock back on your feet and sigh defeatedly. “We should go.”

It’s a little after 7pm by the time you get home. You make light, superficial conversation with Tom in the car as you put up with his chiding remarks about your driving, and by the time you walk through your front door, you feel frazzled.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting visitors,” you mutter as you walk into your living room and take a view of the mess.

“It’s fine.” Tom places his bag down on the sofa and looks around, greedy eyes taking in the details of your apartment. “It’s nice here.”

“Thanks.” You look around at your apartment, smiling quietly to yourself. The building is in downtown LA, right in the centre of things, and it wasn’t at all cheap, but over the years you’ve spent hidden away within the walls, you’ve made it feel like home. You’ve added character by tacking up a variety of posters, plants, and other fun keepsakes. “Do you want to order food? I don’t really want to cook.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tom pulls out his phone and glances up at you, face illuminated by the screen. “What do you want?”

“Thai?”

He pulls a face. “How about Chinese?”

You scrunch your nose up. “Thai?” You try again.

Tom bites his lower lip, his fingers moving over the screen. “Is it nice?” He asks you.

“You’ve never had Thai before?”

He looks up at you, shrugging haplessly. “Nope.”

“Yes, it’s nice.”

Tom surprises you by holding out his phone. “Pick something for me?” He asks. “Something good, though.”

You chuckle softly, accepting the phone and scrolling through the app. “I can’t promise you’ll like it, but I think you should.” You add a few things to the order before tossing it back. You dig your hands into your jean pockets and hesitate. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you want me to show you the guest room?” You ask, eyeing up the hefty bag Tom had brought with him.

“That would be nice.”

You’re quick to show Tom his room, and then you’re off through the shower. You’d been called to set for 7am, and the hot, pulsing water soothes away the tired ache in your muscles. The scent of fresh lavender clings to your skin as you dry yourself off and then collapse into a loose pair of leggings and a nice hoodie. You feel more like yourself as you stare into your reflection in the mirror now. You love acting, and you love being someone else, but you feel safest as you are right now: bare, authentic, yourself.

You’re so relaxed that you almost forget Tom’s staying over until you walk into the living room and see him sprawled out on one of your sofas, phone in hand. He cranes his face back to look at you as he hears you, his eyes drifting lazily over your figure.

“Food will be an hour,” he tells you sadly.

“Great,” you grumble. You walk into your kitchen, looking over at him from across the open counter. “Do you want any wine?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You snicker as you start to pour out two glasses of rosé. “So how do you want to go about taking these photos?” You ask tentatively.

“Well, they made me bring a few different outfit changes,” Tom starts, speaking slowly, “So I guess we should just… Move about a bit and take some pictures together.”

It’s awkward as you walk back into the living room and hand him his wine glass. “Cheers,” you mutter, tipping the rim of the glass against his. A piercing ring fades across the room, and you share a despondent look with Tom.

“Cheers indeed, love.”

It’s uncomfortable until the wine kicks in, at which point the staged photographs come together a lot easier.

You start off with a few simple candids around your apartment. You take some of Tom pretending to make some tea, and then of him standing out on your balcony overlooking the city. He changes out his shirts and hoodies every few shots, as instructed by PR, so you’ll have a more comprehensive selection of photos to post in the future. It grows quite amusing after a while as you both try to out-Vogue the another, and once the air is full of your endless laughter, you find yourself relaxing.

When he’s satisfied with the number of candids he’s got of you, Tom suggests you get a little closer and try to get some more intimate, couple-y pics, “‘for the ‘gram, yeah?” This is when you run into a problem.

“I haven’t done this in so long,” you find yourself admitting as you sit beside Tom in your bed. You’ve slipped into a pyjama shirt, and Tom’s settled beside you.

“Had an incredibly handsome actor in bed with you?” He returns, eyes sparkling mischievously. This evening he’s been very cheeky with you, and you have to admit you’re warming up to it.

“Haha,” you say drily, rolling your eyes. You puff up your pillows and settle against the headboard. “Taken any photos with a romantic interest,” you clarify.

Tom pulls off his shirt easily, balling it up and throwing it across the room. You startle at this sudden action, your eyes drifting down to the defined lines of his abs. Tom is stacked. His lips curve into a smirk.

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” he teases, causing you to scoff. He opens up his arms, and you settle into them gently, aiming for a sleepy, lazy, we-woke-up-like-this vibe. Your head finds his chest, and your cheek presses against his warm skin comfortably. “Smile.”

He takes a few photos of you together, posing as a lovestruck couple, and as the seconds pass by, you melt further into him. You hadn’t realised how cold you were until Tom opened his arms and let you in, but now it’s as if you were freezing before the first touch. He’s got his hand resting on your side, and you feel his mouth linger above your forehead, hesitating.

“Can I kiss your face?” He mumbles softly, “Might make it look more realistic.”

You hum quietly, closing your eyes as you wrap yourself further around his torso. “Sure. Can I kiss your chest?” You ask boldly, spurred on a little by the woozy heat that smothers your mind.

You hear Tom’s breath hitch, and find yourself holding yours until he mutters, quietly, “Yeah.”

You let him have his fun first, and try to remain as nonchalant as possible as you feel his lips fluttering out across your forehead. He leaves a delicate trail of kisses from temple to temple, caressing your skin slowly, softly, with his warm mouth. You realise with a soft epiphany that you don’t mind being in this position: Tom’s peppering your face in gentle kisses, holding you close in his bare arms - and it’s quite nice. And maybe… Maybe he’s quite nice, too. Sometimes.

Tom’s hand smoothes over your hair, and you tilt your head until you’re able to scatter a few short kisses across his chest. You can hear the small clicks coming from his phone, and you really drag it out, enjoying the press of his supple pale skin against your mouth. It warms you up, sets a tingle flaming through your lips.

“There,” you say, finally dragging yourself away from him. “Do you think we’ve done enough?”

Tom hums, watching you closely as you sit up from his chest. His arm retracts from your side, and the air between you clears. “Yeah. I’ll send them to PR and see what they say.” He messes around on his phone for a few minutes, but you stay exactly where you are - shrouded in duvet and blankets and lingering near his body heat. Your eyelids flutter shut as you relax, your peace lasting until he asks, slowly, “When was the last time you dated anyone?”

You pry open an eye, looking at him curiously. “Eh, it’s been a while. Almost a year since there was anyone serious.” You look up at him, your head resting easily on the pillow. “Why?”

“Just realised I don’t know that much about you, really,” Tom replies. He slips down the bed until he’s lying beside you, and both of you move onto your sides to face one another. He looks quiet and unassuming like this - tufts of brown hair pushed messily around his forehead, with a warm expression hanging from his lips. It’s an odd look to be directed towards you.

“Yeah,” you hum. You let a small smile find your lips. “I don’t know much about you either.”

The sheets rustle as Tom moves a little closer. “Do you… want to know more about me?” He asks gently.

You swallow. You can taste the wine on your tongue, and you wonder why you can only seem to get along with him when you’re tipsy.

“Yeah,” you admit. “Maybe it’d be easier to do this if we weren’t always so…”

“Horrible?”

You bite your lip as you nod. “Yeah. We can be pretty mean.”

“Why do we do that?” Tom muses, his cheeks nice and flushed.

“I don’t know.”

Tom reaches out beneath the covers, and his hand finds yours softly. He links your fingers together, and you look into his eyes intently. You find only warmth and sincerity staring back at you.

“Maybe we should try to be less hostile to each other,” he suggests.

Briefly, your mind rewinds to that day at the park, all those weeks ago, and how Tom had dramatically announced that the thought of being your friend repulsed him. It surprises you to hear this change of heart, but you realise you’re in the same boat. A lot has changed since then.

“Okay,” you find yourself agreeing. “I’d be down to try that.”

“Okay.”

You share a small smile, and it seems to last a lifetime. For a while, it’s just you and Tom, buried in your bed together, hands clasped, breathing in sync, and it’s nice.

Eventually, food comes, and you convince Tom to watch one of your favourite films in your living room. You settle on separate sofas, but you’re able to make some light-hearted conversation. He even jokes around with you. It feels nice - but also too good to be true.

As you sober up, you find yourself looking at him sceptically. No matter how welcome the thought that things between you are slowly mending might be, you don’t trust Tom, and that’s not about the change overnight. He’s an actor, and you wouldn’t put it past him to be pulling your leg - drawing you into this rouse, only later to turn around and pull the rug from beneath you, and laugh at you for believing that he’d want to be your friend. Your perception of him has been skewed so negatively for so long that it’s hard to believe he’s actually being nice - even if on your end, the softening is genuine.

But you let yourself believe it, just for the night. You throw popcorn at him, and laugh together, and finish the bottle of wine over dinner.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Tom calls out, resting up against the door of the spare room. He’s caught you coming from the bathroom. He’s shirtless again, grey sweats hanging low from his hips, and you can’t stop your eyes from shamelessly tracing the curve of his v-line. “Not going to give your boyfriend a goodnight kiss?”

You roll your eyes, but you find yourself walking over to him. “You’re so fucking cheeky, Tom,” you mutter, amused. You press your hand to his shoulder and lean up to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight,” you say, eyeing him firmly.

Tom’s eyes dance with a thousand different emotions, and he dives in to kiss your cheek in return. “Night, love.”

You raise a hand in farewell and turn away before he can see the huge, embarrassing grin on your face.

When you wake up, it’s to silence and a slightly sore head. Your clock reads 8.22 AM, and you amble towards the kitchen.

You decide to extend towards Tom an olive branch - a cup of tea - to solidify your newfound… friendship? Amicable arrangement? You don’t know how to label it other than a loosening of your mutual disdain, but you know that whatever the dynamic was last night, it’d been nice. The idea that there’s more to him than the cocky, fronting mask he sometimes wears is pleasant.

So you make him a cup of tea, and then tentatively walk across to your spare room. You knock quietly, hear nothing, and then gently push your way inside.

The room is empty. Tom is gone. He’s left the bed unmade.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, scrunching your eyebrows together. You glance around and notice he’s taken all of his things, and then walk back into your room to check your phone - no new messages from him.

You sit down on the edge of your bed and sip at the tea you’d painstakingly poured for him.

Maybe it was too good to be true, and you’d just been stupid to think one tipsy evening together was the start of something new. He’s clearly undergone no change of heart if he’s managed to waltz out without as much as a text goodbye. You feel stupid and angry, but above all disappointed.

Because for a moment - a brief, hopeful moment - you’d imagined being Tom’s friend, and the prospect had made you feel happy.

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Untold Bonus Part 3

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance, Father!Au

Word Count: 2,324

Author Note: I totally forget to finish update Untold! forgive me ;; This is an old story of mine i think i wrote it in 2017, so please ignore my clicheness and the excessive usage of clicheness~ that makes u cringe haha

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Part 3

Although their camel tour ended a little comically, everyone had fun. Hoseok on the other hand was salty the whole day because of the poop incident. As soon as they reached their hotel, Hoseok spent at least two hours in the bathroom alone taking super long bath just to get rid of the smell or whatever he thought it was. He claimed it was to stabilize his mental state after the horrifying event.

Hoseok could be a little too dramatic sometimes, no one could stop that guy.

Leaving Hoseok with his delusional thought, others went to get dinner at nearby restaurant and bought takeaways food for him to savor later on. Enjoying the night city view, the stars sparkle in the night sky.

“I love the city when it shuts down” Jimin whispers.

Yeoul smiled upon hearing that low and raspy voice of his, so enticing. They both strolled the parks pedestrian pathways following others from behind silently. The streets was empty, there were minimal number of people around and most of them were couples. The emptiness was strange and magnificent.

“This is perfect” she squished their hand tighter.

In front of them, there were Taehyung with his cameras and his loyal assistant Kim Namjoon, his eyes fixated on his gadgets. These two guys sometimes stopped in the middle of their walk to take good picture and admiring them afterwards. Or ended up bickering over Vante’s photos.

Maknae and Jin on the other side were busy scanning the city and finding good spots to shop, though there were fewer shops opened past 11. The couple did not give up on whatever they were planning to buy, more like souvenirs.

Taehwan and Yoongi went back earlier than them since they wanted to catch up their sleep, with that they offered to bring Minyeol together. Poor Minyeol being dragged around by the adults. Not to mention, they still had to feed loner Jung Hobi, that guy must be starving.

Yeoul and Jimin took their time to enjoy this night stroll exchanging funny stories or stealing glances. Being with Jimin taught Yeoul how to swoon him with a simple flirt and playful kisses. She was taught well.

“Baby..Let’s ditch them” he tugged on Yeoul arm preventing her to move.

“Are you crazy? They will flip out” raising her eyebrows with a questionable look, she watched Jimin took his phone typing something in his phone.

Jimin grinned “Done. I notify them in our Kakaotalk group,so lets go” he pecked her lips, intertwining their hand together. Yeoul could only smile at his randomness and followed him wherever he wished to go. Anywhere with Jimin is everywhere she wanted to be.

Like a flash the couple disappeared from their vicinity for their own oh-not-so-romantic midnight tour. Jin and Jungkook had so much sense in them that they did not even care when they left unlike someone who insisted of following those two. Another reason how they ended in Morocco anyways, Kim Taehyung really need to stop pursuing different career in his life. The preferred V and Vante for now.

Please don’t turn him into Varazzi or something.

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There sitting side by side, two pure soul enjoying each other company under dark sky accompanied by the heat from the bonfire across them. Being drawn by the warmth of their body heat, Yeoul snuggled in Jimin’s embrace smiling as he rested his chin on top of her head.

The fire glimmered and gleamed, its warmth drawn people in creating an atmosphere for sharing and making memories. As the night grows, they wished to linger around just a little longer in the warmth and contentment around the fire.

Everything about tonight was perfect.

“Aren’t you tired?” he was the one who first broke the silence between them.

Jimin felt Yeoul shifted a little in his embrace and soon he heard she replied “Tired of what? You? That is impossible.. I prefer to cling onto you for the rest of my life” she teased while wrapping her arm around his waist tighter.

“You cannot be tired of me. My charms are overflowing” he gazed down into her dark orbs. A pair of eyes that never failed to draw him in into this crazy world. World with unspeakable love. World that fills with hope. World that fills with happiness.

If she were to list down her weakness when it came to Jimin, his gaze would definitely on the list. In fact, that’s her utmost weakness.

“Aren’t you being a little over confident right now Park Jimin-ssi?” she ran her thumb over his lips, stroking it softly.

“I don’t mind if it is you I am trying to win over” caressing the back of his hand along Yeoul’s soft cheeks, Jimin closed the gap between them and locking her into a long endearing kiss. A kiss that he wished to give everyday.

Their lips move just perfectly in sync following their rapid heartbeat. He stroke over her back in a light touch that sent tingles in her heart. Every time their lips touched the spark ignite anew. Yeoul placed her palm upon his chest over his heart and felt it strong steady beat. The kiss deepened as she could feel with every stroke of his tongue latching onto hers.

They broke the kiss to catch a deep breath “You are irresistible Park Jimin” Yeoul mumbled against his lips.

“I am sorry. You have to deal with it until death do us part” nuzzling her face, Jimin chuckled softly.

“I don’t mind” this time Yeoul was the one who initiate their second round. Locking her arm around his neck tight, she pulled him down for another kiss. Who knows a kiss with Jimin can be addicting? Well Yeoul had her whole life to deal with it.

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It was time to get back to reality. Everyone was physically ready to be back in Korea but not mentally. They will be missing Morocco for sure. Nonetheless, thanks to Kim Taehyung unexpected plan Yeoul and Jimin stays in Morocco was extra fun than they expected. Creating new memories with their loved one especially Bangtan, Taehwan and Minyeol, it was beyond perfect.

Boarding the plane on time, everyone got into their seat. First class seat as they said, but Jungkook was stuck with Jin for the whole journey, how unfortunate. He liked his hyung but sometimes he’s a little too bubbly for someone at his age. Considering he is in the hyung line, Jungkook felt he had slowly shifted toward the maknae line.

Welcome aboard Kim Seokjin!

Even before the plane took off, Jin insisted to sit on the aisle and made Jungkook stay in the middle. They had no idea who would take the window seat but scratch that, he hoped that person wouldnt snore that much.

Jungkook eyes wandered at the direction of their seat and noticed the window seat was already occupied. He couldn’t get a full view of the person but he’s sure it was a girl. So, he sank in his seat carefully not to startle the girl whom seemed engross with her reading. She had earphone plugged in both of her ears got him less anxious to sit behind a stranger some more a girl.

The older boy came few minutes later with a triumph grin plastered across his face, more like mocking Jungkook for sitting beside a girl.

Maknae grunted under his breath feeling unfair as he sent death glare at Jin’s way “If it weren’t for you……” Jin dumbfounded look was even annoying.

As the plane was ready for take off, Jungkook stole a glance at the girl beside him. He admired her long eyelashes, and her soft fluffy cheeks which again reminded him Jimin’s puffy one. Her fingers were beautiful and those accessories that she wore fitted perfectly around it. He tore his gaze from examining her feature even more like a creep. Jungkook had no idea why was he so nervous when the girl beside him showed no interest to start a conversation even a simple hi.

You are so stupid Jungkook. He grimaced.

The first hour of the journey, Jungkook had decided to pay all his attention on the games in his phone. His mind sometimes was too wild and he tended to over thinking too. The girl snapped the book closed as she stifled her yawn, stretching her aching muscle.

She loved window seat since she had more space for herself and most importantly she didn’t have to deal with strangers on plane. Engaging into unimportant conversation was one thing, but she hated people who snore in the plane.

Thank god, the two guys beside him seemed normal. She totally forgot to take a glance at the guy beside him and only to realize he’s quite good looking. Not an average look for a man at his age, but his eyes and those visible veins were her weakness.

Reaching out to her hair, she’s about to tie it into a bun but only to lose grip on her red hairband. It landed just few inch from Jungkook’s feet. Jungkook realized that and put away his phone. He bent down to pick the hairband up but at the same time the girl was already reaching for it. Their head were hitting each other, earning a low gasp from both Jungkook and the girl.

Jungkook straightened up with a baffle look “I am so sorry” he apologized earnestly.

The girl took the hairband and rubbed her sore head with a small smile “It is alright. I am sorry for dropping this” their eyes met. The girl grew anxious at the sudden staring battle that they had right now. She touched her face in case she smeared her lipstick.

“I am sorry? Is there something wrong” she inquired.

He was brought back to his sense as he blurted without he realize “Nothing. You are just pretty” Jungkook himself couldn’t believe what’s coming out from his sinful mouth. Clasping his hand over his mouth, he patted it giving it a scold.

The girl blushed upon hearing his compliment as he watched him in horror “W-hat…” she faked a laugh and averted her gaze from Jungkook.

“I mean..I didn’t mean to say that. That is just weird. I am sorry again” He bowed a little hoping he would not scare the girl away. What’s wrong with him anyway? This stupid filthy little mouth gave away compliment so casually especially to a stranger like her.

She shook her head “It is alright. It must be the gravity” she reasoned.

Jungkook bit his lower lips to surpass his chuckle at her silly reply “Urm.. I am Jeon Jungkook by the way” he flashed her a charming smile not trying to win her over but that’s just how he smiled.

The girl was taken aback at first not expecting the guy beside her would introduce himself. This was the start of every conversation, how she hated that. Therefore just to be polite, she replied Jungkook casually “Nari…Son Nari” her eyes gleams.

“Nari.. Nice to meet you Nari-ssi”

“You too Jungkook-ssi”

Interestingly, this Son Nari girl seemed to not recognize him. Not to sound like a superstar, but to be frank everyone knew Bangtan Sonyeondan but for some reason this girl had zero idea of his existence as one of famous idol members.

After exchanging their names, they fell into silence again. Nari exasperated a sigh of relief knowing Jungkook was not a talkative person, so she could enjoy this plane ride with ease.

Little did Jungkook know, Jin was actually faking him being asleep. He heard it all up until those little innocent conversation made by Jungkook introducing himself to some random girl. It was a rare sight but he’s proud of his dongsaeng mustering his courage to talk to opposite sex.

Jungkook stiffened in his seat still contemplating whether to ask questions or kept his mouth shut. Part of him wanted to prolong this conversation as he was curious of this Son Nari person. A soft sigh escaped as his fingers fiddled nervously.

“You should be thanking me later Jeon” a soft voice whispered awfully low and close to his ears causing him to jerk backwards accidentally hitting Nari again.

“I AM SO SORRY AGAIN” he looked over at the confused girl and threw a nasty glare at Jin, grinding his teeth together.

“You seem to have the knack of bumping into others clumsily” she chortled.

The corner of his lips tugged into an embarrass smile “I thought there was a bug on my seat” he lied. Studying her facial more clearly know, he could tell she’s judging him considering how hard she tried to hold back her laughter.

“Actually you kinda remind me of one of my friends.. he is..” Nari couldn’t believe with her own eyes that she actually felt comfortable talking to a stranger exchanging their stories and life which was she rarely did every time in public.

But..Jungkook. Something about him made it feel different.

Was it his smiley face?

Was it his perfectly round eyes?

Was it his giggly side every time he got shy?

It had always been a start of something new. Nari could use new friends.

Previous | Next: Epilogue

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i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate · 5 years ago

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hello! can u do “You don’t get it do you? How can you be so blind! Don’t you understand how much I care about you?” with gruvia but having gray say it? thank u so much in advance!

Hi! This turned out to be longer than I thought it would, haha! 100yq is giving me some serious feels, and anywayssss if you can’t tell--I love it so much. *sob*

I hope you enjoy!

Maybe That’s Okay

When Gray woke up, at first he didn’t remember. He was in an unfamiliar room—clean and mostly white. On the bedside stand there was a glass of water and a little clock. To his left, the curtains were shut. He couldn’t tell what time of day it was. And he couldn’t remember how he got here, and why. He didn’t remember that mere hours ago he had failed in his one task. Then it came back to him, like bowling ball hitting him right in the gut. He had failed. He could still hear the sickening snap of Juvia’s arm breaking as Laxus tossed her aside. And he had promised her… he had promised himself that he would protect her, no matter the cost.

Now, his chest ached with every breath. He was sure he had some broken ribs. The bandages across his arm told him he hadn’t gotten away without a few scratches. His legs were weak, but he flung the blankets off his bed, and stumbled to his feet, catching himself on his bedside table. “J-Juvia!” He had to find her, to make sure she was alright! His heart hammered in his chest. He could barely walk—the room was almost spinning with each step. Dizzy… He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall, and then made his way—stumbling—across the room to the door. Juvia. I have to find Juvia. But before he could reach out to the handle, the door swung open, and he lost his balance.

“Gray-sama!” Juvia. She reached out to steady him with one arm. “Gray-sama! You shouldn’t be out of bed! Lean on Juvia. Juvia will help…” Her voice was soft and soothing. He wanted to have the strength to argue with her, the strength to say that it was alright—he didn’t need her help. But he couldn’t muster up the words. When she finally helped him back into bed, he dropped back on his pillows defeated. Everything about this was wrong. I should be the one helping her. I’m useless.

Juvia sat down at his bedside, and when he mustered up the courage to look at her he saw the andages across her forehead, and her arm in a sling. She smiled when she met his eyes “You’re alright!” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Juvia was so worried you wouldn’t wake up.” She’s alright. She was smiling, tears at the corners of her eyes. But she was alive, and that was really all that mattered.

He let himself catch his breath before he managed to whisper, “The Battle of Fairy Tail?”

“We won,” she smiled. “Everything’s alright.” She reached out to put her hand on his shoulder but Gray flinched, pulling away. Juvia blinked, surprised. “G-Gray?”

“I failed…” he whispered. “I meant… I promised I would protect you, didn’t I?”

“You did protect Juvia,” she said.

“No, I didn’t!” He snapped, gesturing to her sling. God, he could still hear her arm snapping. It was playing over and over again in his head. He clutched at his hair. “I should have been able to stop him! It wasn’t even really Laxus! I should have been able to protect you!”

Juvia looked astounded. Her eyes were wide, unshed tears still clinging to her eyelashes. “What are you talking about, Gray?” She whispered, “Juvia would be dead if you weren’t there.”

He could see Juvina in her face—a ghost of that teasing smile. “Don’t think she’ll wait for you forever.” Maybe it was better that way after all. Juvina had given him hope that maybe one day he would be good enough for Juvia, but maybe that day would never come. “Maybe… Maybe it’s better this way.” He whispered.

“What…? Why would you say something like that?”

“You don’t understand.” He breathed.

“Then… explain it so Juvia can try to understand.”

He shook his head, gritting his teeth. “You deserve someone who can protect you, Juvia.”

“Gra—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” He glanced over at her. She had one tear rolling down her cheek. He wanted to reach out and wipe it away, to pull her into his embrace, to call her his—for real. And each word that came out after hurt even more than the one before, “How can you be so blind? I…” He bit his lip, hard. There were tears in his eyes now, blurring his vision. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “Don’t you… don’t you understand how much I care about you?” His hands balled into fists and he gritted his teeth, “I… I want you to be happy. And if I can’t protect you, then…”

“Gray.” Juvia whispered. She stood slowly and reached out to take his hand in hers. “Juvia doesn’t want anyone else.”

He blinked away tears, glancing up at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“Juvia doesn’t want anyone else. You’ve protected Juvia from thousands of threats,” she paused, a small smile touching her lips, “Including, so long ago, herself. You made Juvia see blue skies again, not just back then, but even now.” She took his hand and pressed it against her chest, above her heart, “Here. Everyday, you make Juvia see light.”

“Juvia—”

“And because of that, you’ve protected Juvia better than anyone ever has. Juvia doesn’t want anyone else, Gray-sama. Juvia loves only you.”

“What if I… what if I fail again?”

Juvia sighed, that soft smile still on her lips. “We will get back on our feet, Gray-sama. Together.” She was so beautiful, despite the bandages—despite the bruises. He had always admired the way her smile lit up her eyes, the each genuine glance made him fall for her just a little bit more… He took in a breath. Juvina’s words still circling in his mind—over and over again: “When will you be good enough?”

He took another breath, reaching out to cup her cheek. Maybe I’ll never be good enough. And he pulled her in for a kiss, brushing his lips against hers, and then deepening it—drawing her closer with each beat of his pounding heart. Maybe it’s not about that, maybe it’s not about me. It’s about us. He pulled away to breathe, tracing his thumb across her lower lip. They were both breathless, and Juvia’s cheeks were flushed. It had felt so right—like they were meant to be. And he couldn’t help himself, as he leaned in to steal one more taste. So… maybe I’ll never be good enough. And maybe… that’s okay.

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sevenswifey · 6 years ago

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Home Is Where The Heart Is, 707

so here is, this, it’s been a while since i wrote for 707, i really missed him! i hope you all enjoy this!

----------------------------- Sleepy Sunday

Sundays were his favorites, no doubt about it. They both used them for pajama days and candle lit nights, which meant every Sunday he got to wake up like this.

His warm, sleepy angel cradled in his arms and clutching his shirt, sighing softly about some happy dream.

Cute.

He held still for a moment, making sure he hadn’t woken her up by waking up himself, and breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw that she was sound asleep. His favorite part of the morning was seeing her like this, swathed in morning sunlight, lips pink and parted, eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, and her hair in a wild thundercloud on the pillows.

Soon enough, those fluttering eyelashes fluttered open, and he pressed his lips to hers. He felt her mouth open in gasp of surprise, and used his opportunity to deepen the kiss, while she hummed in pleasure. Eventually they broke apart for air, mouths very kissed and eyes alight.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked him, pressing her forehead against him and tangling her legs with his.

“Being you,” he told her, nuzzling into her neck and leaving slow, sloppy kisses all the way down to her collarbone.

“Is that so? Well, it was better than any alarm clock, I’ll give you that.”

“Mmm.”

“Saeyoung.”

“Yes?” he says, drawing out the word and looking up at her innocently, silently pleading with her.

“Saeyoung, you know we have to get up and eat breakfast.”

“Just for a little while longer? I’ll make you your favorite pancakes?”

She giggled, completely won over.

“Okay. A few more minutes.”

He made a noise of affirmation, before continuing his ministrations, clearly pleased himself.

Her skin was still sleepily warm, her body soft and pliable, and she moved pleasantly along with his kisses, before snuggling up to him, curling up into the curves of his body.

“Yes,” he thought, as she breathed softly into the arch of his neck, “Sundays are definitely my favorite.”

Spaghetti Face

It had been a long day. Sure, he was on his way to quitting the agency, which would relieve a tremendous amount of stress, but he still had several things to wrap up first, he couldn’t just bolt. No, that would put everyone in danger, it was better for him to clean everything up before he left. Still, the fact that he needed to do it didn’t make it any less tedious or exhausting, so he was weary and achy after spending the entire day locked up in his office.

But it was almost supper time, and she would be waiting for him. He was putting so much effort into protecting her, he knew, but he also realized that that fact didn’t make it any easier for her. So, he pushed out of his desk chair, and headed to the kitchen, where she was almost definitely cooking up a storm.

He padded down the hallway, spotting her through the kitchen doorway, dancing and swaying along to some imaginary tune. Inviting smells wafted from the stove, along with the gentle sound of sauce bubbling made for a heavenly scene, aglow with the golden kitchen lamp.

Oblivious to his presence, she swayed on, fingers snapping and feet shuffling.

Seven’s mischief mode activated, he slowly crept up to where she was dancing, raising up his hands and preparing for a tickle attack. Once he was close enough, his hands suddenly darted to her sides, running his hands up and down them, drawing a surprised shriek out of his wife.

“S-Saeyoung! You- ha, ha, made me- ha drop the spoon!”

“No mercy,” he told her, grinning wickedly as he continued the assault.

“Saeyoung! Ha, haha, ha, stop!”

“Okay, okay, I relent.” He put his hands up in mock surrender, but before he could say anything else, she spun around and shoved the spoon smothered in tomato sauce right into his gaping mouth, coloring his cheeks bright red with sauce and pasta.

Starstruck

Her eyes were alight with joy, taking in the sky above her. “Saeyoung, it’s magic.”

He couldn’t help but be swept up in her wonder, nodding along, staring open-mouthed at the meteor shower above them.

He’d seen it on the news, that there was going to be a meteor shower that night, so he’d had an excellent date idea: bring her up for a meteor shower picnic, ooh and ahh over the wonder of the universe, and they’d dance and kiss a little under the stars.

He just…..had underestimated how starstruck he would be, both by the night sky, and by her.

She was staring, her eyes red and brimming with tears, mouth agape.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful,” she whispered in awe, eyes still trained on the cosmic objects plummeting into the atmosphere.

“I have.”

“Really?” she turns to him in surprise, voice still thick with emotion, “What?”

“You.”

She flushes a velvet shade of scarlet, averting her eyes, mumbling something under her breath, while he grasps her hands and stands her up.

“Wanna dance with me, angel?”

She giggles and nods, folding into his arms, and beginning to sway along with him, humming a silly tune to keep the time.

They whirl on the grass like that for hours, feet wet with dew, and a cosmic chandelier above them, the couple setting the meteor ballroom aglow.

Envious

He wasn’t jealous, he told himself. He was just...just, okay, maybe he was a little jealous.

Sure, the RFA party was where she got her very well deserved spotlight, but it certainly wasn’t a free opportunity for random guests to flirt with her and make attempts to charm her out of his arms.

She’d assured him many times that she loved him, and only him, but a sneaky part of his brain always remained paranoid that he wasn’t good enough for her, that she would inevitably find someone better than him.

And that traitorous little voice had never been stronger than it was right now, whispering horrific scenarios in his head of his darling angel leaving him. He couldn’t stand it! She was his girl, his angel, and these creeps were trying to steal her away.

But he couldn’t just rip her out of the party; she’d worked so hard for this. So he’d just have to wait until they got home.

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They had just gotten through the doorway when the dam he’d been carefully tending to broke loose, letting a wave of emotion flow through, and trapping them both in a searing kiss.

That one kiss turned into many; feather light kisses and small little love nips were left in his wake as he trailed down her collarbone, slowly claiming back the bits of her that the others had stolen away. No sooner had he gotten to her chest however, when she protested.

“Saeyoung, Saeyoung, what on earth has gotten into you?”

He merely growled against her in response, a noise that sent a shockwave of heat between her legs, but nevertheless, she persisted.

“Saeyoung,”

He looked up at her with burning eyes full of passion, lust, and adoration, before mumbling a response to her.

“Other boys at the party, touching you, flirting with you, my girl-”

He was panting now, desperate.

“Saeyoung, I love you. You don’t have to worry about that sort of thing, my heart was yours and yours alone a long time ago.”

“I know. Just like to remind you.”

And remind her he did, pleasured sounds lasting long into the night.

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tasharii · 6 years ago

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Your Colors: Chapter 13

A/N: I love that it's almost like I'm righting this in 'real time' right now. Since this story is set in 2018. I'm sure it won't stay this way for long. But it's kind of fun thinking about it now. Thank you for all your support and comments. They really keep me going through all the annoying editing so please keep them up. Even if it's just a squeal or one kind word XD they all help haha

Summary: Art was the one good thing between college, work, and the grey minutes in-between. Sometimes, it felt like she wasn’t alive at all. Just drifting. When she joined her new art class, she never expected to start experiencing everything in an entirely new light. All thanks to him. Or: Where Bucky Barnes gets more than he bargained from his new drawing partner.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 8K

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, fluff, some heavy kissing

Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

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The snow caught in his dark hair like little teardrop pearls. Then swept away with a twirl in the chilling wind, causing his bangs to catch across his eyes. It was cold, and the sun had disappeared behind the skyscrapers early that day. Heavy clouds hung so low that it seemed like the tallest buildings were pillars, barely keeping them afloat. Fingers interlaced tightly with his, Y/N hugged Bucky’s arm, trying to steal as much of his body heat that she could. Smoothly, they weaved their way through the bustling crowd. Chatter filled the air, and he had to bow his head close to her in order to carry any conversation.

Unsurprisingly, the holiday market was brimming with life. Even with it being a Thursday. But it was edging towards Christmas, only 5 days away. Everyone had some last minute shopping to attend to. Despite it being dark, the walkway and vender tents glowed with light. Strings of tealights twinkled above their heads like falling stars. And the giant traditional Christmas tree soared up and up like a glittering beacon in the center of it all, near the ice rink. Laughter filled the air with dancing energy and from far away, Y/N could hear the distinct singing of jolly carolers. It was beautiful.

“I still need to find something for my mom.” Y/N mused, squeezing Bucky’s hand to make sure he heard her. Distracted, he nodded, bright eyes peering around as he took in everything with quick, efficient sweeps. He was always alert when they were out together. Probably attentive even by himself. Especially if there was a lot going on. The more time she spent with him, the more she noticed that he observed everything. In great detail. It made him an excellent artist, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he always needed to keep his guard up.

Shivering as a breeze brushed the back of her neck, she adjusted her scarf higher. It trailed down the front of her coat, long and soft, and fluttered with every step. It was cold enough that Bucky even had a black scarf tucked into his collar, and his nose and ears were chapped pink from the biting wind.

“I wanted to get something else for Becca.” He replied after being silent just a beat too long. Little by little, he guided her closer to a row of cute shops at their left, pulling subtly at her arm.

Once there, she dropped his arm to look at some books, picking a few up and reading their descriptions. Every so often they’d step away from each other to shop around, but he never seemed to be too far from her. Whenever she thought she’d lost track of him, she’d turn, and Bucky would be just a couple people away. Or sometimes right behind her. Most of the time, he was able to disappear and reappear without her even noticing.

After about a half hour, they stopped to linger by a shop with a rainbow of colors across all the makeshift tables. Handmade jewelry and trinkets reflected the shifting lights back up at them. Glass birds on white strings hung from support beams along the tent’s ceiling. Every few seconds a breeze would sweep through and they’d chime merrily. Reaching up, Y/N tapped one of the birds carefully, ringing the bell hanging from it. Then Bucky came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her back against him as he looked around. Tall and broad enough to comfortably be able to see with her tucked against his chest.

Surprisingly, Y/N didn’t see anything she wanted, but Bucky pointed to something on the shelf behind the vender. It was a round glass globe that had been hung on a delicately twisted metal stand. In the center of it, there was a vivid green succulent plant. Heat wafted from inside the stall, and the older woman smiled at him, “Good eye. Handblown glass, and you’ll never find two alike. These plants are hard to kill too. Just give it a lot of sun.” She prattled on about the price and how to care for the plant and keep the small glass terrarium clean. Kissing the top of her head, Bucky released her and stepped up to the stall, so he could pay the bubbly lady.

Bored, Y/N peered around the market, tuning the woman out. Beanie falling low on her brow, she pushed it back up out of the way, fixing her hair. The shopkeeper was taking her time, and Bucky humored her. A small, charming smile made his face soft, and he replied to her questions quietly. When he caught Y/N looking, he winked at her and then focused back on the older woman. A goofy, stupid grin stretched across her lips and she looked away, hoping he couldn’t see the hearts that had definitely filled her eyes like a cartoon character.

Snowflakes drifted across the crowd. Everything had a shimmering glow to it from the light catching in the crystals. With every breath, fog swirled from her lips. She cupped her chilled fingers around her mouth and blew hot air against her knitted mittens. Across the market a little blonde girl blew bubbles into the air. Out of the way, in the barely-there space between two shops. The bubbles caught the holiday lights, shifting between jade and scarlet. Wonder radiated from the child so brightly that Y/N could see it even from where she was standing. Amused, she smiled into her hands, rubbing her palms together for friction.

After Bucky paid, the shopkeeper busied herself with carefully boxing the terrarium up, telling him to keep it upright so the succulent didn’t get hurt. It fit in a tall white box, and then she wrapped it in striped candy cane paper.

“Becca like to keep plants?” Y/N asked, stepping out of the way of a couple trying to see what else the woman had on display. Jostled over, she pressed herself close to him and Bucky protectively draped his arm around her shoulders. His attention fell to her, and she raised her eyebrows. A plump woman in a pink coat knocked into them, but she barely felt it with his body shielding her.

Lips pursed, he nodded and took the box from the woman. It was now settled in a pretty red and green bag, “Ya, her dorm room is full of plants, and her desk at Stark’s is near a window. She loves little trinkets like this.” Bucky lightly jostled the bag. Then he guided them away from the center of the market, heading towards the far end near the ice rink.

Y/N hummed, and they stopped by a few more places. After she found something for her mom and grandparents, Bucky bought her a cup of hot chocolate. Everything felt effortless and almost euphoric. She’d finished all her finals, and now had Christmas break to look forward to. Their first date was going blissfully well, and the happy holiday spirit filling up the air around her had her breathing easier.

“Wanna take a break?” Y/N asked, noticing that he was becoming steadily tenser beside her. His eyes kept flickering around the crowd and, despite the pink across his nose, he was looking pale. Tired and agitated.

Surprise made him glance down at her, and Bucky awkwardly chuckled, voice tight, “Ya, it’s just…”

“Overcrowded?” She supplied, and he nodded. Pure relief relaxed the uncomfortable expression making his jaw tight. Despite living in a very populated city, the market seemed to have brought everyone out of the woodworks. And there was a lot of activity spilling from everywhere. It was abhorrently loud, and no one respected anyone’s personal space. At all.

They rounded a corner, trailing away from the venders and admiring the decorations hanging from every tree and bush. Couples walked past them, laughing and flirting. Children ran around the snow-covered park, weaving through the glistening trees. It was easier to hear the music from here, away from the crowd. A live band was set up on the other side of the ice rink, near the base of the Christmas tree. Salt crunched under her boots, and sugar coated her tongue.

Sipping her hot drink, steam curled from her lips and the lid of the cup, “What are you and Becca doing for Christmas?” She asked, as they drifted towards an empty bench. Snow clung to her eyelashes and she sat her heavy bags gratefully down with a sigh. She’d ended up with three, plus her purse swinging low against her hip. Bucky only had the one for Becca and another with a couple books he’d gotten.

After dusting off most of the snow, Y/N sank down with a small groan. It was perfect timing. Her feet had just started to protest about all the walking. From where they were perched, they could see the ice rink. It was nearly as crowded as the market with skaters.

Bucky took a drink from his hot wine, something she’d never been able to enjoy. Bags settled next to his feet, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tucked her into his side, “We’ll go to dad’s that morning and exchange gifts. She insists on including him, even if he never appreciates any of it.” His words were bitter, like they often were whenever he spoke of his father, “I’ll make breakfast, and stay until she decides she’s had enough. Then she’ll try to buy me dinner, but I always end up picking up the check.” He smirked, and Y/N snorted a small laugh, shaking her head. His eyes trailed across her features, like he was studying her, and his thumb brushed up and down her arm. When he looked at her like that, her heart forgot how to beat right.

A group of carolers swung past, and she grinned as their voices floated up into the sky, pretty. Very pretty. A little boy carried a bucket for donations and enthusiastically rung a golden bell as they went. When they reached them, Y/N dug through her wallet and handed over a few spare ones. Bucky offered out a five and the group smiled at them appreciatively but didn’t miss a beat in their rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You.

They lingered longer than they would have before, and one of the older gentlemen winked at her. Their song became just for them, and Y/N sank deeper into Bucky’s hold, embarrassed. He just hugged her tighter. The embarrassment only grew as the verses started to strike true in her heart. Cause if she was being honest, she’d already gotten the best Christmas present she could have. A date with Bucky Barnes.

But that was too cheesy to ever admit out loud. Especially to him.

Grinning, Bucky kissed her temple and chuckled at the expression filling her features. He started quietly singing along with them, and the carolers swayed with the music. They formed a halfmoon around their bench and the little boy even piped up, very off-key. A few people stopped to watch the show and she hid her face in Bucky’s coat. She could feel his laughter through his chest and he teasingly rocked her.

As the song wound to a close, she started clapping because they were fantastic. Even if she didn’t appreciate the looks bystanders started to give them. Or the small crowd that gathered around their little bench to watch the show. Applause filled the night around them, and she sat up straighter, smiling shyly as the carolers said their goodbyes. Along with a few good wishes and words of thanks.

As everyone cleared out, Bucky laughed and asked, “What about you? Just flying out to see your family?” Unruffled by the knowing glances and giggles from the dispersing crowd. It took her a second to remember what they’d been talking about before the impromptu show.

Y/N took a long drink of her hot chocolate and met his eyes. They twinkled in the glittering multicolored lights strung along the sidewalk. The metal bench was cold underneath her, but Bucky’s hold kept her warm. Sighing, she licked her lips free of sugar and replied, “Ya, we’ll be staying with my grandparents. Everyone will come over Christmas morning and we’ll open presents. Lots of prying questions and too much food and small talk.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s not a big town, so there’s nothing too exciting to do.”

Bucky was quiet for a minute, thoughtful. He tilted his head back and examined the lamppost to their left, wrapped up in garland, “Must be nice to have a big family like that.” He mused, not looking at her, and she felt a pang of guilt. Realizing that she was complaining about something that he would be grateful to have.

“It is,” She backtracked, squeezing her cup a bit tighter, “They get annoying, but it is nice. Just wish they weren’t so nosy.” She chuckled and gave a half-shrug, “Every year, my grandma asks me when I’m going to bring home a boy for once.” Curious, she gave her cup a small shake to see how much hot coco she had left. Just under half a cup.

Listening to her with the corner of his mouth tilted up, Bucky snorted, “Maybe next year. But I don’t know if they’ll like me much.” He kicked out a foot, knocking some snow off the top of his boot. Then brought up his other and knocked the heels together. Muddy snow and salt clung to the treads of both their shoes. Just a part of winter life. Clumps fell from his shoes and crumpled against the sidewalk.

“They’d love you.” Y/N assured a bit too hastily, and then looked away, blushing, “I’m sure you’d get along with them just fine.” She tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

With a shake of his head, Bucky took a long drink of his wine and sighed, “I dunno, Steve’s usually the golden boy. Can win over any mother.” Bucky grinned ruefully, showing his teeth, “Parents usually hate me. Think I’m a bad influence.” He laughed. His eyes lit up when he remembered something, and he sat his empty red cup aside, “Becca’s dying to meet you. Don’t be surprised if she ambushes us at some point during your break. She’s impossible when she gets curious about something.”

Excited, Y/N shook her head, “I don’t mind.” She smiled softly, “I’d love to meet her too.” Moments like this made her tingly warm all over. The way he was smiling openly with her, and full of energy. Everything felt blissful in the little bubble they had. And she found herself unwilling to share that happiness with anyone else. Despite how thrilled she was about this date, she hadn’t told anyone yet. She wanted to keep it just between them, at least for a little longer.

Bucky noticed something above his head and got a pleased, childlike grin on his face, “C’mon!” He chuckled, abruptly standing up and gathering his bags, along with a couple of her own. Leaving her with her purse and only one shopping back. He tossed their empty cups in a trashcan next to their bench and whirled back to her. Before she could ask any questions, he caught her hand and dragged her along behind him. She had to hold her beanie in place, and somehow keep her bags secure as she tried to keep up with his long legs.

Confused, Y/N glanced around, trying to figure out what he had seen. Then she heard the jingling of sleigh bells. Across the sidewalk, just a few yards away, a polished scarlet and gold carriage slowed to a stop. Impatient snowy white stallions neighed and shook their heads, ready to keep going. Even as the driver waved bye to a pair of little girls, they stomped their hooves against the cement. The children hopped down with the help of their parents and stopped to pet the horses one last time before finally scurrying off.

A gust of wind made her hair fly in her face when they stopped at the side of the carriage. Laughing, she brushed the wild strands out of the way and tucked the beanie back down to keep her ears warm. The driver smiled a crinkled grin down at them, a cup of something warm poured from a silver thermos in his hands. His eyes flickered between them, and he took a hearty drink, steam curling around his white beard, before smacking his lips with a satisfied sigh, “Long or short ride?”

Wallet in hand, Bucky fished out a few bills and offered them to the driver, “We’ll take the long ride.” Y/N didn’t even have a chance to protest. Instead, she cautiously approached one of the two horses, pure white as snow. They had bridals with golden bells keeping them hooked to the carriage. Gently, she brought up a hand and pet the horse’s neck, feeling the heat radiating from it in waves. The mane wasn’t as soft as she’d imagined. More course and damp than anything.

“You really know how to treat a lady.” The driver praised, tipping his black top hat towards her and winking. A sheepish smile tugged at her mouth, and she jerked when the horse’s tail flicked over and whipped against her thigh. He snickered at her surprise, “That means she likes you.” He teased and took the money, tucking it away.

She snorted a laugh and beamed at Bucky when he came up beside her. He laid a hand on the horse’s flank and pet across her back. The driver finished off his drink as they marveled at the beautiful animal. Sighing, he screwed his lid back on his thermos and waved his hand to the back of the carriage. Reluctant, Y/N stepped away and followed a couple steps behind Bucky.

Smoothly, he climbed in first, sitting his bags in the spacious floorboard. Then he took her colorful bag and offered his hand to her. Adjusting the strap of her purse, she placed it across her chest diagonally. Then held onto him, and gripped the edge of the carriage so she could get in. Despite there being stairs on the side, it was still high, and she used his hand for balance as she hefted herself up. There was a small black cover over the top, protecting the leather seats from the snow. And fighting off the chill for the passangers.

Clambering up, the carriage wobbled as she stepped in, and she stumbled. Bucky kept a good hold on her hand and caught her elbow, steadying her. After she sat down, the horses tugged the carriage forward with an abrupt jerk. The cold air stole her breath as glittering trees started to fly past. They headed in the direction of the candy cane archways. White and red arches glowed over the sidewalk, just tall enough for the carriage to pass under.

It really was a winter wonderland.

A cold nose pressed against her skin as he dropped a kiss onto her cheek, “Having fun yet?” His voice was intimate and low, just for her. Soft Christmas music drifted to them along the wind from a portable radio the driver kept up front. Turning her head, she met his curious blue gaze. They were so close like this. Closer than she’d ever dreamed he would ever allow her to be. She hugged his arm to her and tried to hide from the biting wind. Their breath mingled in puffs of white.

“Best date ever.” She admitted and snorted when he gave her a victorious, cheeky grin. It wasn’t even an exaggeration for his benefit. Never in her life could she remember enjoying herself this much with someone she was dating.

“Told you.” Bucky preened, squeezing her knee where he let his arm relax along their thighs. They were pressed from shoulder to thigh, not any spare space left, “I’ll always show my best girl a good time.” He flashed her a toothy smile that had the corners of his eyes crinkling. Dark strands of his hair fluttered wildly in the wind, accenting the blue in his eyes. It was getting long enough that it curled around his chin. Stubble scraped against her skin when he nuzzled her cheek.

“So, I’m your best girl?” Y/N teased, and she knew the deep pink along his cheeks wasn’t just from the cold. Bucky scoffed, pretending to be annoyed with her, and tugged her hat down over her eyes. She swatted at his metal hand and cursed at how hard it was. The impact seemed to vibrate through her bones. Darkness covered her vision as her beanie blinded her. Wiggling in her seat, she tried to free her other arm from where it was trapped against his side.

“Woah! Hey tiger, don’t hurt yourself.” Bucky chided, catching her wrist. She freed her other hand from around his arm and blindly smacked his shoulder. Then shoved her beanie crookedly out of the way, scowling at him. There was barely any real spite behind her glare, and she pressed her lips tightly together to hide her smile. When she went to whack him again, he caught her other wrist too, leaving her defenseless. Hands above her head in his gloved grip, she pouted up at him.

“Let go.” She demanded impudently and then snorted a little laugh, biting her lower lip to try and stifle it.

An odd expression crossed his features for just a second, when he glanced from her face to his hold on her wrist. The hard metal of his fingers was tight against her wrist bone, but it didn’t hurt. Then the emotion passed, and he let go of her, rubbing his hands together in his lap, as if to wipe something away. His smile faltered for only a second before he gave her an even more dazzling one, “Course you’re my best girl.” He admitted with a chuckle, “Definitely the best girl I know, not counting Becca.” He winked. And she wanted to smile, really did, but worry had made her insides cold.

Still, she gave an awkward one and laughed, “Sisters always win.” It was probably nothing. Probably just a stupid bubble of anxiety. But the thought had been bugging her for two weeks now. Since they agreed to go on this date. Ignoring her inner battle, Y/N continued, “I can live with being second best.” Red and green lights shimmered across his face and the rhythmic clopping of horse hooves danced with the whistling wind. Hesitantly, she wrapped her arm back through his right one, and leaned against him.

The carriage was passing beside a frozen creek bed. Ice filled up all the places where water had once been, and snow made it look more like a little hill than a creek. Still, the large rocks lining its sides were pretty in white and a lone snowman stood guard near one of the tiny bridges that crossed over it.

Bucky’s eyes softened, and his expression was sweet when she glanced back up at him, “You two aren’t even in the same ballpark.” He whispered, and his attention flickered to her mouth. That familiar draw had her breath catching in her throat. As his head tilted just a hair closer, she brought her right hand over and gently cupped the top of his left hand. Bucky’s entire body locked up beside her. The metal was hard through the material of their gloves and she heard the quiet hum of his plates shifting and clicking as he tensed.

Just as carefully, he withdrew his hand from under her own. Then, with only a second of hesitation, he smoothly kissed her. If she hadn’t been looking for it, she wouldn’t have even noticed. His mouth was cold, and her heart twisted, confused as to what direction to go. First, her stomach dropped into a dark pit, but then butterflies fluttered awake inside her ribs. Their lips danced together slowly, intimately. He brought his right hand up and held her neck, thumb stroking her jaw. The material of his glove was rough against her chilled skin. Lips warming to life, she hummed happily against his mouth.

Enraptured, Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, wanting to be closer. Wind made his hair tickle her cheek and his teeth nipped her bottom lip. Sweet sparks twirled through her nerves. Their knees knocked together as they twisted to be closer, the buttons of his coat scraped against the zipper of her own. There were too many clothes in the way but losing any wouldn’t be the best idea.

This time, she didn’t even think about it. When Bucky pulled back to take a breath, she caught his scarf in her left hand and tugged him back in. Laughter broke from his mouth and tickled her own as he gave into her. Kissing her harder. Heated, his right hand tangled in her hair, keeping her against him, but his left hung up just above her hip. As if he’d been about to place it there but then caught himself. Instinctively, she caught his hand and drew him closer, so he’d hold her. The hardness of the metal wasn’t unpleasant against her jeans, and she didn’t mind the different way it felt compared to his flesh hand. Firmer but no less gentle. He was always heartbreakingly gentle with her.

Then he froze up again. Instantly, Bucky broke the kiss and let out a shuddering breath. He withdrew his hand, tucking it into his coat pocket. Then he leaned back in to kiss her again, but she turned her head away. His lips missed their mark and kissed her cheek. Immediately, she tried to swallow around the nervous lump forming in her throat, “Bucky,” She paused, unsure of what she even wanted to say. All her thoughts felt scattered and buzzing like honeybees in her skull. The wind felt colder when it nipped at her cheeks and heated mouth.

“Ya?” He asked, sitting back so he could look at her. Eyebrows drawn low, he licked his lips and looked like he was trying to school his expression. Smooth it out. He let his hand drop from her hair and took one of hers up, knee knocking lightly against hers, “What’s wrong?”

Eyes flickering from his, then back down to her muddy boots, she asked, “Why won’t you touch me?” That wasn’t exactly specific, but maybe he’d get the drift. The gifts scattered around their feet had snow sticking to the shiny paper, and she drew her feet back to keep from getting mud on them. An awkward silence grew between them.

Bucky frowned, then gave a weak, playful smile, and shook his head, as if she were ridiculous, “What do you mean? I’m touching you right now.” His eyes were lit with something nervous, and fragile. Smile too tight and stretched wrong. It didn’t match up with his eyes, and she tried to bite back the frustration itching in her throat.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Y/N stated quietly, and his tight smile winked out. Gone and replaced with a carefully blank mask. Upset, she sighed and let her eyes pointedly drop to where his metal hand was hidden in his pocket, “Ever since our—” She struggled to find a word for that Sunday night, circling her hand in the air like she was trying to grab the right explanation, “Our fight, you keep pulling away when I try to hold your hand.”

This time, he didn’t try to deflect or correct her. Instead, he averted his hard eyes and pursed his lips, “I don’t like it.” He stated so softly and bitterly that she almost didn’t hear him. The words were nearly stolen by the howling wind and jingling bells. His face was hard, and she could practically feel him building up his walls. Brick by brick.

“It never bothered you before.” Y/N pointed out, her fingers prickled with anxiety and she tried to keep her breathing even, “Did I do something wrong?” She used her free hand to tug at her scarf, wrapping the ends around her glove. Needing to fidget with something to try and disperse the nervous energy.

“No.” He snapped, bright eyes glaring up at her, and she winced. Then the anger crumbled into something awkward and frustrated, “No, you didn’t.” He amended, gentler, “It’s got nothing to do with you.” He sat up straighter, glowering down at a distant point on the floor. But not even seeing it. His hand grew tight around her own, nearly hurting, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed back just as hard. If he could just feel her. Maybe he’d realize how much this was hurting her.

Ducking her head, she tried to get him to look at her. She leaned closer, head near his chest as she tried to catch his eyes, “Then what…?” Her sentence trailed off, open and vulnerable as she gestured with her free hand, imploring.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” The sentence was like a door being slammed into her face. Bucky glanced down at her, eyes as serious and calm as an ocean before a storm. Bit back anger laced his words, but she wasn’t sure if it was really meant for her or himself. The emotions in his eyes had her sitting back, needing to take a breath of fresh air. To try and clear her head.

“Why?” Y/N’s voice grew quieter, crippled by hurt blossoming in her chest. It felt like a knife had opened somewhere soft inside her and was leaking slow moving poison. Her hand fell to her lap, squeezing into a fist. Just keep breathing evenly and it’d be ok. But it felt like everything she was doing was wrong.

“Because…” It was like she was trying to wring information from a rock. He wouldn’t look at her again. Wouldn’t stop biting out every single word. Bucky’s head thunked against the back of the seat, eyes squeezed shut as he let out a slow breath. The air curled white up towards the covering of the carriage. His jaw clenched, and she could just barely make out the humming of his metal arm as he grew tenser.

“Because why?” Y/N hated how she sounded like a child. Like a curious kid too young to understand whatever he was going through. But she wasn’t too young. She could understand. If he’d just give her the chance.

“I just don’t!” It wasn’t a shout, but it had every drop of strength in it like one. Even if he didn’t raise his voice. Immediately, her entire body recoiled. Like she’d been struck.

Within a second, she tugged back her hand and fell deathly quiet. Bucky gaped at her. Like he’d manage to surprise himself too. Then he covered his face with his hands and leaned forward on his knees. Y/N’s heart ached for him. Even as she scooted over until she was pressed to her side of the carriage, and they were no longer touching. Eyes turned out towards the distant buildings, she crossed her arms around herself and tried to keep her breathing steady. It wasn’t that he scared her. Not really.

But he did hurt her.

“Ok.” She murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he’d even heard her. Wasn’t sure if she cared. Wasn’t even sure how she felt about it all. Emotions clashed inside of her like twisting waves. Hurt, frustration, confusion, and even a bit of anger. He didn’t have to talk to her like that.

Bucky let out a harsh breath that had a bit of a frustrated growl in it. She ignored him. Didn’t even look at him.

They’d entered a part of the park with more trees. Spindly bare branches stretched up towards the night sky, snow clinging to every available space. Icicles hung off the tips of the wood, some long and tinted blue in the soft light. There weren’t as many decorations over here, and less people milled around. But it was still a beautiful night. It’d finally stopped snowing, and she hadn’t even noticed.

Silence stretched on for a while. Muscles coiled tight, she ground her teeth and bit her bottom lip. All her conflicting emotions had her close to tears. They hadn’t fought like this before. And she wasn’t even sure who was entirely in the wrong. Maybe she’d pushed too hard. But he shouldn’t take his anger out on her. There was no excuse for it. Especially when he clearly said she hadn’t done anything wrong.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Bucky clenching and unclenching his empty fists. Elbows on his knees, he’d curled in on himself. He stared down at his hands, then peered over at her. She acted like she hadn’t noticed. This time, she wouldn’t be the one to break the quiet.

It was his turn to try. All her trying had led to him biting her head off. She was done.

Noel played over the radio and she bit the inside of her cheek. Thoughts struck out at her like angry vipers. Poisoned her with mutilating insecurities.

“Are you ok?” The question was hesitant, and weak. It didn’t even register at first. She almost laughed because the answer should have been obvious. Yet here Bucky was, asking it anyway. Still raw, she took in a harsh breath to try and steady her voice. To swallow up the tears.

Her gaze flickered to him for just a second. Took in his pinched eyebrows and guilty expression. Glaring, satisfaction sparked inside her when he flinched, then she looked away, “No.” The word was firm but quiet and tasted like acid on her tongue. She tried to count the trees as they passed and noticed that they were drawing closer to the Christmas tree. The driver was being awfully quiet up front, not even humming along with the radio anymore.

Another long minute passed, filled with the jingling of sleigh bells and drumming hooves. The tension between them was palpable and it made her skin itch. Part of her wanted to tell the driver to stop so she could get out and storm off. But that would require standing and gathering her things and trying to walk while her vision was blurry with tears.

It was too much trouble.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky finally continued, “I didn’t mean—” He huffed and sat up straighter, hands waving in the air, “I didn’t mean to snap like that.” He scrubbed at his face and then carded his fingers through his hair. And then stared at her imploringly. Like a man desperate for a lifeline because he was so terribly lost.

Slowly, Y/N met his eyes and nodded. It wasn’t ok, but she understood. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes, voice cracking from the tears she kept holding back, “We don’t have to talk about it. If you don’t want to.” She offered, even though it was the last thing she wanted. Obviously, she wanted to talk about all of it. Why he didn’t want her touching his metal hand. Why he had snapped at her. Why he was so angry and uncomfortable. But if he didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t make him. It wouldn’t do any good to pressure him into it.

Bucky appeared both guilty and relieved. He nodded with her, biting his lip, “I’m just not ready.” He explained, “I think I will be. Soon. To talk about it with you. Just not yet.” He rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at his feet, “It’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s not your fault.”

Nervously, he glanced up at her, pain in his eyes. He studied her expression and relaxed minutely at what he seemed to find there. Then he slowly reached over and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushed under just under her eye. Apologies were written all over his face. When she placed her hand over his, he gently grasped her fingers. She let him hold it and he squeezed, a watery, relieved smile turned up the corner of his mouth.

“You have to tell me these things.” Y/N turned in her seat, drawing up one knee and tucking her muddy boot under her thigh. The position left some space between them and gave her room with her thoughts, without him too close to distract her, “Don’t just get mad at me, or try and hide it from me. Tell me so I can understand.” She stressed, pressing her free hand to her chest.

The guilt made him drop his head, focusing down at their hands. He plucked at the tip of her glove, tugging at the loose black material and she reached up, smoothing his damp bangs from his eyes, wet from snow. He peeked up at her, “There’s a lot of stuff I’m not ready to talk about yet.” The words were bit out and mumbled, but not angry. Only tired and reluctant and she could live with that.

“Like the war.” Y/N offered, hand tracing down his jaw. Then his neck, and back down to his hand in her own. She cupped his larger hand in both of hers, wishing it was skin against skin, but it was too cold out for that.

He nodded, eyes darting down to where they were connected. Bucky’s thumb knocked against her own, like they were having a thumb war, and she pinned his down. That made him smile just a little, “Ya and…”

“You’re arm.” She continued, studying his face even as he focused on trying to pin her thumb back down in return. His eyebrows were drawn low and pain had his lips tight. Even his shoulders drooped, like gravity pulled harder on him than anyone else.

Yet again his head bobbed in confirmation, and he sighed “And some family stuff.” Then he looked at her. The Christmas tree passed behind him, even more enormous now that they were right under it. Bucky tilted his head back and stared up, a little bit of awe relaxing his exhausted features.

Weakly, she managed a smile and joked, “That doesn’t leave much for us to talk about.” When Bucky snorted a tiny laugh, she added, “What ever will we do to pass the time?” He turned back to her and finally managed to pin down her thumb now that she was distracted.

“Make out?” Bucky cracked a full impish grin at that and she shook her head, covering her mouth to suppress a giggle. She dropped her knee so that she could sit closer to him.

“You just want to get in my pants.” Y/N accused, poking his chest and he instantly gaped at her. Free hand against his chest, he shook his head, as if baffled.

“Not true.” He scowled, offended. When she raised her eyebrows in question, he leaned forward and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. It surprised her enough that she let out a small embarrassing sound from the back of her throat. The dominating kiss of teeth and tongue had her entire body hot within the few seconds that it lasted. When he broke away with a soft sigh, she blinked, dazed, and took in the shit eating grin making his eyes twinkle.

“If I just wanted that, I’d have gotten it and been gone forever ago.” He snickered, and it was her turn to gape at him.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish, she finally settled on glaring at him. Puffing out her cheeks in a growl, she let go of his hand and took off her beanie, swatting him with it, “Ass!” She barked, unsure if she wanted to laugh or shove him out of the carriage into the snow.

Bucky squawked and held up his hands in surrender, “Hey! Hey! I said it wasn’t true!” He snatched her beanie from her and held it above her head when she tried to grab it back. Bucky leaned closer to her and the edge of her anger melted away at the sincere expression that made his eyes shine, “I’m here cause I want to be with you. For as long as you’ll put up with me.” He took in a small breath, as if deciding on something difficult, and added, “Because I like the person I am when I’m with you. You make me feel alive again.”

Heart thundering in her ears, Y/N started to say something, but nothing felt right. Every word that came to mind was too cheap. Too imperfect to describe how he made her feel. How she felt right then. Instead, she closed the distance between them and kissed him.

This was easier. Expressing how she felt with her body was effortless. And she knew he understood because he groaned quietly and leaned heavily against her. Like he wanted to meld with her. Until no one could tell them apart. Until their colors mixed up and created something unique and euphoric. This kiss wasn’t burning like the last one. It was slower, and more heartfelt. And she could taste every ounce of affection poured into it. Like sugar on her tongue.

When Bucky pulled away, he didn’t go very far. He let his forehead rest against hers and his nose was cold when it brushed her own. Warm breath fanned against her cheeks when he whispered, “I’m sorry.” The more time they spent together, the easier it seemed to get for him to say that.

“We’re ok.” Y/N replied and brushed a small peck against his mouth, enjoying the little sound it made. Enjoying that she could do that at all. Whenever she wanted.

“Good.” Bucky smiled, and she could feel it against her mouth when he kissed her again.

When their lips parted, she confessed, “This won’t be easy. We’re both pretty fucked up.”

Bucky tensed, and sat back. When she looked at him, he tilted his head, “Both of us?” He raised his eyebrows. Like he didn’t believe her. Releasing her hand, he brought up her beanie, gently tugging it back on her head. Gloved fingers brushed her cheeks as he fixed her hair and got it on straight. Instantly, her ears felt warmer.

Slowly she nodded, and it started to dawn on her that she hadn’t told him much. Not about her ex. Not about all that hurt and the darkness that she’d gone through because of it. But to be fair, he’d never asked, and his reluctance to confide in her didn’t make her comfortable enough to open up in return.

One day. She’d talk about it with him one day soon. And hopefully he would understand. Because if he didn’t, she wasn’t sure where that would leave them. Definitely nowhere good.

When he continued to eye her, expression serious as if he were seeing her in a different light, she smirked, “I’ll show you my scars if you show me yours.” She raised her eyebrows in a challenge and he scowled. Y/N cheekily tacked on, “It’s only fair.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and waved her off, “Fine, fine. Soon. I promise.” He pouted and glanced down at the floorboard before lighting up with a genuine smile, “I know we agreed to not do anything…”

Y/N eyed him suspiciously, “Ok…?”

“But I got you something.” Bucky admitted, digging into his inner coat pocket. She groaned and pressed her hands to her face. Giggles made her shoulders shake and he asked incredulously, “What?”

“Nothing! Nothing it’s just…” Y/N snorted and leaned down, digging through her purse on the ground. From inside, she pulled out a medium sized package wrapped in shinning paper with little penguins scattered on it and topped with a gaudy red bow, “I got you something too.”

Comically, Bucky’s eyes grew very round, and he held up a small red box with a tiny green bow. Then he chuckled, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all, “Guess promises are sometimes meant to be broken.”

Grinning, Y/N nodded, “Only for a good cause.” They had agreed to not buy presents for each other. Since their relationship was so up in the air and everything was new. Technically, they still weren’t exclusive, and they were just testing the waters. But she had gotten him something anyway. Strictly a ‘little-more-than-friends’ thing. No pressure. Just something small.

They exchanged gifts and Y/N pointed towards his, “You go first.” She ordered, and Bucky’s lip turned up into a half smile before he tore into the paper. Completely shredding it like you were supposed to open presents. The bow ended up tucked away in one of his shopping bags, along with the crumpled up paper.

“I thought it’d be easier to take with you on your trip.” Y/N offered as she watched Bucky turn the compact black kit in his hands. It was a professional, high quality art kit. Filled with pencils, charcoal, and everything else he’d need to sketch on the road. It had extra inside pockets for any supplies he might want to add, and it was roomy enough for him to fit a 9x12 personal sketchbook inside. Mostly waterproof too.

Bucky smiled up at her, a tender genuine one, “It’s perfect.” He praised. The air around them felt lighter again. The shadow of the argument fading away into the back. Up front, the driver started singing along with Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.

“Open it.” She gestured, and he raised his eyebrows before doing just that. Among all the neatly slotted pencils, he found a simple, thin sketchbook. It’d come with the kit. He opened it up and smiled when he found the first page. A simple sketch of mistletoe.

“To my frustrating, annoying, imperfect muse. Merry Christmas.” He read from underneath the drawing. The stupid smile making his eyes dance let her know that he got the joke. It was close to a perfect quote of what he’d written on that drawing he’d given her nearly two months ago. Bucky cooed, “How romantic.” He laughed when she glared at him and zipped the kit back up, “Thank you sweetheart. I love it.” He placed it carefully in a bag and leaned forward, kissing her cheek, “You’re turn.” His breath was hot on her cheek compared to the crisp night air.

Excited, Y/N took a breath and slowly slipped the ribbon off the box. She slipped it into her pocket and pulled the red lid off. A small awed noise escaped her as she took in the beautiful jewelry nestled inside. Among the white fabric, a shining silver hourglass necklace stared up at her. The bottom half was filled with little sparkling beads of sand that matched the color of her birthstone. Above it sat earrings with her birthstone winking up at her, “Their beautiful.” She uttered, carefully removing the necklace.

Bucky took it from her and she turned so he could place it around her neck. It was a little awkward with her scarf, but she combed her hair out of the way. He removed his gloves and the warmth of his fingers made her shiver just as much as the cold metal of his left hand against the nap of her neck. Holding the hourglass charm, she smiled in surprise when she realized the sand spilled to the other half when she tipped it upside down.

“I thought of you when I saw it in the market today.” Bucky admitted, “Couldn’t resist.”

She turned, watching him wiggle his gloves back on, “Thank you.” Her smile felt shy and her heart wouldn’t stop fluttering. Everything inside her was melty warm like liquid sunshine despite the winter weather.

Right then, she wanted to draw them. The carriage and horses. Capture the light in his eyes and the shining lights flickering around them. Inside her head, she could picture it. Could feel the emotions that she’d pour into it.

Bucky’s answering smile made her realize that he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, “Merry Christmas doll.” He stated, and she leaned forward. Her eyes sparked mischievously when he tilted down to meet her.

Things weren’t perfect, but relationships rarely were. No matter how much Hallmark liked to depict them that way. And that was ok. They’d make it work. Together.

Their lips just barely touched when she tilted her mouth just out of reach and listened as he let out a shuddering breath. Then she whispered, “Merry Christmas sweetheart.” And kissed his cheek.

Their gaze met, and she could see the fond laughter dancing in his eyes. Bucky scoffed, affection rumbling in his chest, “Tease.”

“Ass.”

Y/N squealed with laughter when he wrapped his arms around her and started tickling her.

Next Chapter

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langstwhynot · 7 years ago

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Formers (part 1)

Anyone remember the fic I once wrote “wisher”? Great. Here’s a rewrite. Enjoy.

(The whole fic is based on a dream i had, just saying haha)

Warnings for this chapter: grammar mistakes, passing out.

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The squashed paper flew in the air and met the corner of the two walls, falling down into the garbage can.

“Score!” Lance shouted and pushed his legs down from the table, making his chair turn in it’s place, thanks for it having wheels. Hunk pulled down the book he was reading and gave Lance a disappointed look.

After the chair finally stopped turning and Lance’s vision focused on the now-not-spinning room, he noticed Hunk’s glare.

“Oh come on Hunk!” Lance threw his arms in the air with a hurtful look. “You know I can’t focus with that shit, it’s soooo boring!!” Hunk sighed and pulled the book up in front of his face. “I know buddy, but we gotta pass this test. It’s important.”

Lance grunted. “Why do we need to learn math anyway?” He mumbled under his breath and turned back to his desk. He faced down the book, and glared on the opened notebook next to it.

So many numbers.

“Nope.” He turned the chair around and got up, walking out of the room. “Where are you going?” Hunk pulled the book down once again, leaning forward to look out into the hallway, searching for any sign of Lance. “I’m going to get me a coffee!!” He heard Lance speak loudly from the kitchen. Hunk flinched.

“W-wait! What about me!! Hold on I’m coming!!” Hunk threw the book backwards on to the couch he got up from and grabbed his jacket hanging on the one door to the room, putting it on while he ran in the hallways of the house.

He got exactly on time when Lance opened the main door. Hunk jumped out of the apartment and Lance locked the door behind them, throwing Hunk the keys.

As they were walking down the street over to that one cafe place where all their group meet up sometimes, Lance smiled at the pile of snow filling the sides of the closet road.

He loved the winter.

Of course, he loved the summer too, when he could go to the beach and swim with his little siblings, or go for a little hike into the woods with his older sister. He chuckled at the memory of the two gossiping about people from school up at the mountain behind the neighborhood.

And his birthday! The only day focused just about him.

But there was something about the winter that made his heart race when he stared at the white snow. The white, cold snow, who made him feel safe and somehow warm from all the pain and darkness out there in the real world where no one is there for you or can reach for you if you’re deep down in the mess you made and you keep drowning when you realize you can’t sto-

“Lance?”

He flinched and turned his head over to Hunk, who seemed worried. “Yeah, dude?” He said, slowly his mind was getting back into reality. Hunk raised an eyebrow. “You look pale, are you cold? Do I need to give you my jacket?”

Lance stared at Hunk for a few seconds without saying or doing anything, but then shook his head and laughed. “No! I’m fine! Just had some... deep thoughts! Haha.” He smiled, ignoring the headache he felt building itself in his forehead. Hunk smiled back.

Then the two kept walking.

When they entered the cafe, the warmth of the inside doors and the heaters work really kicked away all the coldness from outside. Lance sighed happily and took down his coat, leaving on his blue scarf and black knitted hat (idk have mercy). He tied it around his hips and turned over to Hunk. “What do you want to drink, big guy?”

Hunk hummed and looked at the big menu hanging above the bar. “I’ll take vanilla.” He looked back to Lance and smiled. Lance nodded and turned around, walking over to the bar.

A young woman stood there and gritted him with a “Hey” when he reached his destination. She had red hair tied in a ponytail, and green forest eyes. He smiled and waved. “One Vanilla and One Mocha please.”

She nodded and typed the computer next to her, then turned around and started to work on the coffees he just ordered.

Lance looked at her working when a wave of tiredness hit him, and his eyelashes felt heavier.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind focus on the sounds of the coffee machines and the talking behind him. He heard laughers and people sipping from their hot tea, or coffee. He heard the buttons of the keyboards being pressed, by some laptop owners that brought their work down to the shop. In the background of all of that was a nice calm song Lance couldn’t remember it’s name, and the bell of the front door calling with it’s rings every time someone entered or got out.

Lance opened his eyes and find the coffee girl still working.

And suddenly, just like that, his vision got blurred. The girl splitter to two and his eyes hurt with the pressure of being open for too long.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to make it go away, but he made his headache stronger, and to the room spin around.

Then Lance started to panic.

No, not now, not after months of it not happening. It hurts, it burns, but it’s freezing and so cold. But what exactly was it? He couldn’t tell, every time it happened it felt worse and worse with the days and whatever he did, he couldn’t stop it.

How can he stop it?

“Sir?” The girl asked, holding a cap in each hand and looking at him with a confused worried face. “I...I-!” Lance gasped. The girl seemed to understand and she put the two caps down on the bar, running around it to reach Lance, who just fell to the ground.

“Sir?!” She didn’t know his name, but she hoped she spoke loud enough to draw someone’s attention to notice.

Hunk noticed.

“Lance?! Oh god, what happened??” He ran over to his friend and lifted his head from the floor, putting it on his lap. “L-Lance?!” It was so sudden, Hunk didn’t know what to do. Hunk didn’t know what happened! He was scared and worried, shaking Lance’s body by his shoulders and trying to make him wake up.

People began crowding around the two, some tried to help, some just stared, but the girl from the counter was already gone. Disappeared from view. Not like Hunk really looked for her.

Soon an ambulance came and took Lance away, Hunk wasn’t allowed to drive with him. He watched as the ambulance drove down the road and stared at it, hopelessly.

He snapped around and looked at the same road behind him, jumping and waving for the taxi coming closer. It stopped by Hunk and he got in. “Drive after that ambulance, NOW!” Hunk pointed on an ambulance through the windshield.

The driver just pulled up his shoulders and started driving.

~~~

When Lance woke up, he got blinded by the light of the hospital room hanging above his bed. It took his eyes a few minutes to get used to it as he blinked in confusion. He turned his head to lay on it’s other side and noticed the window to his left.

The lights and shining dots from the city spread underneath the black sky filled with white stars. Lance sighed and drifted off to sleep again.

~~~

The second time when Lance woke up, it was mostly because of the noise in the room.

He opened his eyes and blinked, but not too many times, because now he didn’t have the lights from the night before shining down at his face, someone must have turned it off. He was thankful for that. He let his mind focus on the faces of the people who sat around his bed and their conversation that was at first a bit blurred to be heard. Then he coughed, making them all go silent as they turned their heads to look at him.

“Lance!” Hunk’s voice filled the quiet room.

Immediately two big arms warped around Lance’s neck, but not so strong so they won’t choke him. “Hey buddy.” Lance spoke calmly and looked over Hunk’s shoulder to see that the others were alerted too on what happened.

“How are you doing Lance?” Shiro asked, his black hair being pushed by the wind coming from the open window. Allura instantly went to close it when she noticed Lance eyeing to it.

Hunk let go of Lance and stood back, looking down to him with a worried look on his face. He kept one hand on his shoulder.

Lance took a deep breath to process what hurts and how to tell them without making them worry. He looked up to Shiro again and smiled weakly. “I feel great.”

A laugh came from his right side. Lance turned his head slowly to noticed Pidge sitting on a chair with a laptop on her crossed legs. “I’m sure you feel great due to the headache and aching bones you have.” She glared at him and Lance laughed silently from shame. “Don’t lie to us Lance, we talked to the doctors. We know what’s going on.” She continues, with a more serious face.

“That’s a lie. We don’t know exactly what’s going on.” Keith, who stood next to Shiro with his crossed arms looked over to Pidge with an eyebrow raised. Lance turned to him. “What do you mean?”

Keith sighed.

“She meant that we know what symptoms you have, but we don’t know what exactly made you to pass out. The doctors don’t know either.” His face softened as he turned his gaze to Lance. Lance face fell.

“But hey! Don’t worry about it! I’m sure they’re working the hardest they can on that case.” Allura came and sat by Lance’s hospital bed, and Lance gave her a tiny sad smile. She returned it.

They kept talking and laughing, mostly them, Lance almost didn’t talk, but that was fine. They assumed he was tired or something and after two hours when Lance yawned, Shiro suggested they let him rest.

“No Lance, I insist. You have to get some sleep to be able to stay awake for tomorrow’s meeting with the doctors.” Shiro said as he held the door, ready to close it behind him and the others that already stood outside.

“Alright, thank you guys for coming.” Lance sighed and smiled.

“Of course.” Shiro Gave him a nod and waved for goodbye, closing, as he walked out, the door.

Now Lance was alone again.

He let his head fall to it’s side and look at the closed window. He knew it was winter, but Lance really wanted to feel the liitle warmth the sun gave them in this coldest season, dancing on his tan skin, and the beams of the light that escape through the cloudy ceiling of the sky just teased him more to feel that specific warmth again.

He hissed and sat up, grunting from the pain as shivers ran through his whole body. He wrapped himself in his blue hospital blanket and turned around, to let his legs fall out of the bed, down to the floor.

Then he put all his body weight on his weak jelly legs. He stumbled his way to the wall and leaned against it, sliding over to the window.

When he reached the closed window he pulled his head closer to look out of it. Lance felt like the green trees covered in white snow that fell from them as the wind brashed it off almost called from him and rang in his ears. He had to open the window.

So Lance let go of hugging the blanket around him and got his arms out, letting the blanket rest heavily on his shoulders as it slowly slipped down to the floor. Lance put his hands in the handle of the window and tried to push the window up.

Sadly, he was too weak to do it.

And after the third time he tried and let go, just then he realized he was holding his breath during his work. Now his head felt even dizzier and the room spun around. He let himself lean his side on the wall and slid down to sit on the cold floor, the blanket half way down his body.

The door was opened slowy and a gasp followed not long after. “Damn, dude!”

Lance couldn’t see who exactly who the person was, and what was pulling his up by his shoulders, he just wanted to open the window.

“W...window...” He almost whispered as he was put back on the bed and sat there facing the white wall, not even being aware of that. “I’ll open the window, you just lie down ok?” The person said, and steps were heard walking away. Then the “woosh” of the window being pulled up.

Lance smiled to himself as the cold air met his heated skin. He lay backwards on his pillow, not bothering to grab the blanket up to cover his body and not just his left hip and two legs.

The person sighed and a sound of a chair being dragged came closer to Lance’s ears. “So how you doing man?” They asked. Lance hummed and gave a little nod. “Now better.” He mumbled. The person scoffed.

Then it was silence for a few more minutes before Lance opened his eyes again when he felt like his head calmed down a bit. He turned his head to the person sitting in a chair next to his bed, who had their arms crossed and stared blankly down at their legs.

“What the hell.” He whispered, drawing the person attention. They waved with a grin. “Do I know you?”

The person scoffed again.

“Aw, don’t you remember me?” They talked in a childish and like sad tune. Lance sat up and was about to speak when the person got up and pushed him to lay back down.

Lance struggled to get up, but it was mostly him fighting himself. “Woah! Hey! You shouldn’t be fighting it! It will only make it worse!” They yelled quietly, not wanting to be heard by the people outside and get arrested for whatever they will come up with now.

Lance stopped, he was breathing fast and sweat came down his forehead. He looked into the person’s eyes with a confused look. The person didn’t move.

“Wait a minute... aren’t you...?”

“Yep.” The girl smirked and let Lance go, by this time he didn’t try to get up, he just looked at her sitting back down at her chair.

“You’re the cashier from the café!” He yelled and was thrown into a coughing pit. She just stared at him and waited for him to finish.

“W-“ he coughed a few more times. “What are you doing here?”

“Well.” She straightened her back on the chair and looked around to room, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know you, and I don’t really care either, but I’m such a good person, so I came here to help.” When she finished, she finally looked over at the confused “offended” Lance.

“Well I don’t know you either, and last time I checked, you’re a cashier, not a doctor. So sorry but I don’t think you can help.” He talked aggressively. “Except opening a window, you’re lucky I’m to weak to do that myself.” He said when he felt the wind blowing his hair to the side once more.

“oh trust me, I know more than these losers.” She scoffed and leaned backwards on the chair, raising an eyebrow with a grin on her face. Lance rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” She said and got up, walking over to the door, around the bed, as Lance followed her walking with a confused look on his face. “I know what pain you must feel, but if you don’t want my help then I guess I should go...” she said and opened the door when she heard him speak again.

“Wait!”

She turned around.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” She smirked and Lance rolled his eyes again.

“You said you know what pain I feel, how?” He slapped the annoyance out of his face to put serious back on track. She closed the door and turned to look at Lance with her arms crossed.

“Well I think I know what you feel, I read about it.”

Lance was so confused. “You read about it? What? Where?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh my friend Lance, you have no idea what you’re getting into aren’t you?”

Lance kicked the blanket down to the floor and got up, drawing the attention back to him. She saw Lance standing up straight, realizing how tall he really is. He looked serious when he stepped closer to the girl and was almost chest to chest with her. “I just want answers.” He whispered. “I’m going through this pain for so long, I need, answers.”

“And there’s no way you’re getting out of here without telling me what you know.” He said, and when the girl looked into his eyes she smirked as she saw the light flashes in his eyeballs.

#langst #lance vld #voltron #langstwhynot #lance voltron #formers #formers part 1

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nanasses · 6 years ago

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haha hi I haven’t written anything in seven years but I’m back my friends!

literally all this is haru touching makoto but it sounds nice because I use big words lol. enjoy?

Makoto was beautiful. It was a known fact. The way his tousled bangs fell between his droopy eyes, the way his freckles dot his sun-kissed cheeks, the way his brows furrow or nose scrunches up when he doesn’t understand his textbook, the way his muscles contract and red blooms when all Haruka did was link their hands together, all of them are beautiful.

But he’s especially breathtaking in the morning, where clumps of hair stick out awkwardly in different positions, where his lips smack and snores stutter, where his emotions shift after a certain event in his dream, where he unconsciously tightens his hold on Haruka’s back, it’s breathtaking.

Haruka trails his fingers down Makoto’s broad shoulders to his forearms, and he notes the subtle twitch of his eyebrows. He rubs circles on the tightening muscle, fingers prodding at the veins on his wrists and the joints on his fingers, bringing his hand closer to press small, delicate kisses on his fingertips. Haruka drags his fingernails down Makoto’s defined back, lips parted in utter bliss at the almost unnoticeable blemishes and scars on Makoto’s face. He is so beautiful, so, so, so beautiful.

“Makoto,” he whispers the name softly, fingers brushing Makoto’s temples, behind his ears, on his nape. His name rolls nicely on his tongue. Haruka says it a few more times, and enjoys the flutter in his chest, synchronizing their breathing pattern. He draws swirls and curves on Makoto’s bare chest, lips pursed tightly to avoid the smile spreading on his face as he writes ‘I love you’ multiple times on his chest. Haruka rests his ear just over Makoto’s beating heart, eyelashes fluttering at the rhythmic pounding; it’s sobering.

“I love you too.”

Haruka jolts, eyes widening, skin paling. Makoto has a cheeky smile on his face, eyelids heavy still as he yawns, jaw looking as if it’s dislocated. Haruka watches, dazed, almost forgetting the humiliation of getting caught. Almost.

“Good morning, Haruka,” Makoto greets, voice raspy with that morning dehydration. He interlaces his fingers with Haruka’s, lips brushing against his knuckles with an eyebrow raised. “Did I interrupt you?”

There’s smugness in his voice as he waits patiently for Haruka’s answer, a smile so infuriatingly beau—irritating Haruka wants to wipe it off his face. Haruka stubbornly glares at him and looks away, arms crossed tight over his chest.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” he responded, eye twitching when unmistakable heat from blushing spreads on his cheeks.

“Oh?” Makoto’s tone is teasing. “All that touching was done when you were asleep?”

Haruka blinks. “Yeah.”

Makoto laughs, voice dripping with mirth and endearment. He tangles their legs together, pressing his forehead against Haruka’s, smile crooked.

“I find you beautiful, too.” he breathes, twirling a strand of Haruka’s hair around his finger. Haruka stares, dumbfounded, but it’s immediately replaced with exasperation.

“Stop reading my mind,” he muttered.

“You’re thinking something along the lines of ‘Never stop reading my mind’, am I correct?” Makoto asks, squeezing his palm with a lopsided grin. Haruka opens his mouth to retort, but only a choked wince comes out. Makoto giggles, rubbing their noses together. “Here, try reading mine.”

Haruka squints, blowing his bangs off of his face to have a better look on Makoto’s face. Gold bleeds into his green eyes, glowing brilliantly under the iridescent rays. Haruka’s breath leaves in a rush, and his face heats, arms curling around Makoto’s neck.

“Did you?” Makoto asked, head tilted in an absurdly endearing manner, lips suddenly looking kissable under the lighting. Makoto’s thought passes through Haruka’s mind a second time, and now he’s a darker shade of red, pressing his heated face against Makoto’s chest.

“Yeah,” he replies, smile curving on his lips.

#writibles #free!#makoharu #harumako #makoto tachibana #haruka nanase

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xxgiganmasterxx · 7 years ago

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The Waterfall Marauder

Among the many waterfalls of the European Dead Zone, there are assortments of old weaponry to sell on the black market. The goal here is to get the best weapons, both fallen and guardians usually fight over these spots, mostly guardians win. Keyword, mostly…

A lone human Warlock armed with a normal pulse rifle and a void sidearm walks along the broken road covered in various foliage. This Warlock, in particular, is on a fetch quest for weapon parts by the waterfalls. Tyler would have been with his friends on the Leviathan, but noooo… He had to lose a bet with Cayde-6 and do shitty fetch quests for a week! He soon hears his ghost go near his head and starts to talk to him.

“Devrim contacted me a while ago, he said that there’s a load of caches of weapons nearby the river. He also stated-” Before the ghost could finish, Tyler rudely interrupted it with hesitation.

“That there can be a group of fallen nearby, I know, I know, I did missions like these a few hundred times! I don’t need a fuckin’ reminder, for the god’s sake!” Shouted the fouled mouth human Warlock, a mouth that would match better with a hunter, the ghost rolled its bluish eye.

“Sometimes I wonder why I found your body years ago, Tyler…” Tyler only sighed in response, stretching his shoulder as he walked along the road.

Eventually, he sees the waterfall the ghost talked about, only one Fallen, bizarrely… The lone Eliksni that was digging around the waterfall, was a solitary Marauder of The House of Dusk. From what Tyler sees, the Marauder is searching through the large slabs of scrap on the ground, trying to keep its shock blades from touching the water. The Warlock, instead of shooting the bastard fallen’s head clean off, decided to get closer to the waterfall, hiding behind a brush. Tyler eyes the Eliksni marauder, as it stands up completely looking towards a huge pile of scrap; what the human saw just blew his mind!

From what it seems, the fallen is a female! Aside from the normal marauder attire, with the multi-eyed mask, purple cloak and loincloth, spiky hip and shoulder armor, and arc wrist daggers, she seems to have wide hips and a thin waist, muscular yet narrow arms, and good lord... She looks like she has a pair of breasts, easily the size of her head, if not bigger then that! Thing is that they’re completely exposed, her nipples, bizarrely are the same color as the blue lights of her mask, which seems to have girly eyelashes drawn near the eyeholes. Tyler gulped as he observes the female Eliksni as she crouches down slightly and walks to the metal pile…

“Tyler!” Whisper shouted his ghost, the Warlock jumped in place, causing a ruffling sound in the bush. He couldn’t pay attention to the Marauder if she heard them, he had to scold his little light for disturbing his observation!

“What the hell did you do that for!? I was waiting for the right chance for the marauder to find the weapon chest. You know, to make my life easier!” Yelled the human Warlock as he held the ghost in his tight grip, the blue-eyed light bulb grumbled in response.

“More like perving on it… or her, as we know now… So can we just kill that fallen and get th- It’s gone!” The ghost’s eye shrank as it looks behind Tyler. The Warlock raised an eyebrow under his helmet confused on what it meant. Shortly after he turned around and sees that the female marauder has disappeared like she was not there at all…

Suddenly, he heard his ghost yelp in pain, as it is slashed a crossed the back side. Tyler turned around and sees the marauder has basically taken his ghost out of commission.

“Oh shit!” Tyler yelled as he aimed his pulse rifle at the Marauder’s head, the three round burst misses as she hunches over and swipes at his legs with her shock blade, causing a shocking pain to his legs, a second slash goes across his chest, breaking his shields, he tried to reach for his sidearm as a last-ditch effort, but her secondary arms dispatch the gun with ease, her primary set aimed the shock blades at his neck. The Marauder gave a gleeful growl as secondary arms aim for his heart, Tyler could only focus at the fallen bitch who just knocked out his ghost and disarmed him like he was nothing!

“Haha… Warlock has been defeated, yesss? Poor Warlock…” Hissed the Marauder in human tongue before proceeding to giggle, in her youthful witch like tone. Tyler’s eyes widen.

“Wait, you can talk?” He asked as the blades get closer to his neck.The Marauder woman gave a hiss-like chuckle as she tilts her head at the Warlock, if he could see her mouth, she’d be making a shit-eating grin.

“Of course… Did you think traitorssss’ like Variksss can be the only onesss to talk like guardianss?” The Marauder said as she leans her head and chest forward, her boobs lazily hanging down, nearly touching Tyler’s chest. The Warlock looked down at the Marauder’s wrist blades at his chest, only to see her breasts hanging down; Tyler was both scared and amazed at the marauder.

“Sssssstaring at my breastsss, guardian? Or at my bladesss?” Hissed the Eliksni as she keeps her blades in position. Tyler’s mouth was dry, he looked at the mask of the fallen woman above him, he cleared his throat and answered with a hint of fright.

“U-uuhhh… Bit of both?” He honestly said the marauder growled at the human Warlock. She suddenly retracted her wrist blades from his chest and stood up at a slight angle, sitting near his lap.

“Both... I ssseeee… I’ll make an exchange.” She hissed her swords, while not at his neck, is still pointed at him. Tyler didn’t care, he just wants to live!

“Sure, anything you want!” Shouted the human as his guns were far from reach, the Eliksni gave a satisfied hiss at the warlock. Her light blue eyes gleamed with a bit of naughtiness...

“I, Ma’vo will let you live, if you let me take weapons from the waterfall, glimmer, sssssilver… And lastly, ssexxxx~” The Marauder, now named Ma’vo explained, drawing out the last thing on the list, to increase the tension for the Warlock. Tyler’s eyes widen at the mention of sexual intercourse with a fallen!

“Wait, what!? I-I’m not havin’ sex with a fallen!” He shouted, Ma’vo sneered and pointed at his chest.

“Then you chose death, yesss?” She asked, the shock blade a millimeter away from stabbing through his chest. Tyler gulped as the female Eliksni paused as if she was giving him a second chance… The Warlock mustered all his strength and gave his final answer.

“On second thought… Maybe interspecies fucking doesn’t sound bad after all!” He spoke to Ma’vo. The House of Dusk Marauder giggled a little as she sets her blades on her hips and stood up, reaching one hand out and takes the ghost in her hand as if it was a trophy.

“Glad you changed your mind, warlock… Follow me to the big ssssscrap pile, no one will notice our little action~” She ordered the human, taking her left secondary arm and locks it with his right hand, like a mother leading her children to elementary. Tyler just sighed as he walked along with the slightly taller fallen girl. Oh if only his ghost would have stayed quiet, this mess would not have happened…

After the short little walk the two endured, Ma’vo tossed the warlock on his ass behind the metal heap. Her secondary arms set her shock blades on the scrap along with his ghost, and easily undo her loincloth for Tyler, grinning under her mask.

“Ow, shit why theeee…” Before he could finish he stared at the bottomless Eliksni as, her vagina shared the same color as her nipples, besides that, it was shaped like a human woman’s. Ma’vo giggled as she still kept her hooded cloth and armor on, waving her hips to the left and right, her primary arms going to her own breasts and massages them for the warlock’s viewing pleasure. Her second hands took off the wrist blades and toss them with the shock blades and trails back to her hips, playing with the lips of her pussy.

“Hmm, you enjoy warlock?” Ma’vo asked as she looked down at his pants, a faint bulge appears in front of her multiple eyes. She’ll take that as a yes!

Tyler blushed under his helmet as he instinctively reached for his belt, he caught himself mid-action. He looked away shyly, not answering the Eliksni girl. She giggled at how cute Tyler’s denial is, she went on her knees and sets her secondary arms on his pants while her primary feel the armor on his chest. Ma’vo purrs loudly enough for the Warlock to hear, she quickly undid his belt within a second, tossing it on her blades.

“It’s fine, warlock, I won’t bite~” She softly hissed, pulling his pants down, revealing his underwear, his dick became a little hard as a result. Ma’vo giggles while pulling his undergarments down, letting Tyler’s cock out in the cool air, the warlock grunted as he rests on his elbows.

“Uuhhh…. O-okay then…” Tyler said as he was unsure about Ma’vo giving him a blowjob, with all those tiny but sharp teeth Eliksni usually have. The fallen Marauder giggled as she takes a hold of Tyler’s dick with her right primary hand, slowly stroking him watching his foreskin retract and stretch by the touch of her palm. The human bites his lip as the insect-like alien slowly stroked his cock, hissing happily.

The Eliksni’s second pair of arms held onto the human’s hips. Ma’vo grinned under her mask as she dragged her chest close to his pants, her large tits at the side of Tyler’s dick. The fallen woman still jerked off the Warlock, Tyler gasped quietly as he watched Ma’vo’s breast move like water balloons over her arm. She clicks her mandibles together, taking her hand away from his cock.

Ma’vo takes the claw that was jerking him off and holds Tyler’s wrist, humming at the human. Her masked face looked down at the erect shaft between her large tits. A secondary hand below her wrist holding claw gropes one boob as a primary claw does the same to the other, clasping the boobs together around Tyler’s dick. The Warlock leaned his head back as he groans softly.

“Oh… F-fuck!” He mumbled out as Ma’vo chirped cheerfully, slowly bringing her breasts up and down around his dick, squishing a bit on his pants. The Marauder gave a happy chirp again, and slowly dragged his pants down with her free lower left claw. The Warlock bit his lip under his mask as he felt the cool water flow on his behind. Tyler knew he couldn’t help but take the hand that wasn’t held down by Ma’vo and places it on the side of her face, feeling her curved mask. Ma’vo gave a sly grin in response, rubbing against his hand like a cat. The both of them look back to Ma’vo’s tits; Tyler’s erection firmly wedged between the Eliksni’s rack, beads of precum coated the alien’s cleavage.

“Hmmm~ I sssee you love my breasstssss, yesssss?” Ma’vo asked as she bobbed her arms down in opposite directions. Tyler took his hand off the Eliksni’s face and held onto her hood tight as his pre flowed out more onto Ma’vo’s big assets.

“Y-yeah… Oh-h shit! I’m soooo d-damn close!~” He muttered with series of rapid pants. Ma’vo giggled as she sees the human trying to get up and away from her tits, probably to climax on her mask and chest. She inched away some so Tyler can get on his knees.

The warlock didn’t mind his pants getting wet as he sees Ma’vo hold her tits together with her secondary arms, as the primary claws went behind her head. He stood up on one foot to gain a little height, gripping his penis in his hand and starts to jerk off. Grunts passed his teeth as he becomes close to orgasm. Ma’vo chirped as his penis is pumped in front of her eyes.

“Goooddd~ Cum on my breassstss, warlock!~” Teased the Marauder seductress, jiggling her perky, yet soft titties up and down in a quick session. Tyler gave a thunderous moan as he climaxes at last. Two strings of cum fly out at the same time and land on Ma’vo’s right breast, followed by another at her left. Ma’vo gives a delighted hiss as more of Tyler’s spunk land on her large boobs. The Warlock shot his load in the form of eight strings on each breast, his hand slowed down. Ma’vo looked up at the warlock’s helmet and tilted her head slowly, she is rather impressed by his first orgasm, she turned her head down and observed the hot mess.

Ma’vo giggled at the amount of cum he produced, nearly perfect milk colored lines painted her lavender colored skin and dark purple plating; it might take some time to clean the spunk out of her cloak since it also got cummed on; oh well! The fallen Marauder’s primary claws went to her breasts and spread the semen around her skin, with the assistance of her secondary paws. Tyler felt hot in his helmet, he took whatever strength he had left over and removed his helmet. He blinked a bit with his greenish blue eyes, his peach colored skin flushed red around his cheeks, he dragged a hand through his short dark brown hair. The Eliksni giggled at the man’s appearance, rubbing her light blue nipples some.

“Enjoyed your orgasssm?” Ma’vo asked as she stood up for a bit, only to sit on the scrap pile they’re currently hiding behind; both were still hidden from any view at this point. Tyler looked at Ma’vo and nodded, unable to speak properly for the time being. The Marauder giggled as she spreads her legs apart, showing Tyler her clit once again. The human warlock turned his attention to his sex partner’s light blue vagina, light blue juices flowed out of her slit and spread to her ass cheeks and anus. To be honest, if he didn’t climax on her breasts, he’d fuck the Eliksni on the spot; but his tongue on the other hand…

“I sure as hell did! Say… I want to return the favor~” Tyler muttered as he lowered his lips to Ma’vo’s nether regions. The Marauder slut gave an accepting hiss as she lowered her lower right claw down and spreads the lips of her pussy for him.

“Of courssse, warlock! Taste me, human~” Ordered the fallen, Tyler gave a sly grin as he gave her blue colored pussy a sweet kiss on the clit. Ma’vo gives off a short hum as she feels her pussy being kissed softly, she took her lower left claw behind his head and starts to grope her tits with the primary palms at the same time. Trevor looked up at the Eliksni’s face he gives a sly grin to her before giving her light blue nub a quick flick of the tongue. Ma’vo sighed in a high pitch as her mate’s tongue explores her, suddenly she felt Tyler’s tongue enter her womanhood; she rears her head back and moans somewhat loud.

“Mmmm~ Yesssss~ Th-that!~ That’s th-the ssspaaa~” Ma’vo couldn’t finish her sentence, Tyler’s dexterous tongue overwhelmed her senses. The warlock gave a muffled chuckle as he feels around the Eliksni’s snatch. Ma’vo looks between her breasts and sees his face deep into her womanhood, she found it funny that his nose positioned above her pussy to be pretty cute and funny, humans are weird with those triangular organs. Tyler felt the folds of the Eliksni starts to tighten around his tongue, he knew she was close to orgasm. She starts to buck her hips against his jaw, her juices flowed out quickly; Ma’vo curled up some and kneed her own boobs.

“G-ggaahh! Oh, war-rlo-laaa~ Don’t… D-Don’t sssstop!~” Ma’vo’s eyes rolled up as her hips shuddered around Tyler’s face. The human grins devilishly as he rubs the tip of his tongue around her g-spot, light blue juices coated his chin and slowly flowed down his neck. Ma’vo’s legs start to shake violently as her muscles of her vagina flexed rapidly. Tyler soon felt a rush of juices spill onto his face, light blue fluids flooded from her tunnel. The warlock hummed as he tastes the femcum, it had a sweet, tangy flavor; he couldn’t help but crave for more.

“Aaahhhh~ Mmmmm…” Ma’vo tilted her head down at Tyler and giggles. Her first set of arms went from her breasts and onto the side of the warlock’s head, he gives the marauder’s clit one last lick before lifting his head up to see her mask. The warlock just chuckled before sitting down next to Ma’vo’s left, taking his right hand on his chin and licks her juices off his fingers. Ma’vo giggled and lays on her side to face Tyler, she looked down and sees his erection slowly stand up again.

“You taste… Pretty good~” Tyler softly noted as he reaches down his cock and rubs the tip slowly, Ma’vo gives a confirming click in response. The Eliksni trailed a claw around Tyler’s chest, humming a little tune to him, she couldn’t help but stare at the waiting rod. Her pussy’s muscles relaxed from her last orgasm but just seeing the cock just turns her on so bad!

“Thank you, guardian! It felt pretty good~ Now…” Ma’vo moves up and lays on top of the warlock. She stands up and sits on his lap, a lustful chirp comes from her throat. Tyler gives a sly grin as he places his hands on her thick thighs, even with the spiked armor and leather straps.

“Ssshall we proceed with our mating?~” Questioned the sexy fallen marauder, her slit inches away from the warlock’s cock. Tyler smiled as he gave her ass a quick slap.

“Hell yeah!” The warlock stated his dick flexed towards the Eliksni’s groin, his tip touch her bottom abs. Ma’vo giggled, she took a few male dregs in her lifetime, but the human’s larger than life member could easily be the best dick she had ever! Ma’vo giggles as she raises herself up and looks back at the warlock, her eyes burning with lust.

“Hmmm.. Prepare~” She simply answered, a claw helps align their sexual organs together. Slowly, the tip of the human enters the Eliksni’s vagina, both marauder and warlock give out a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh fuck… D-dammit…” Tyler swore as he feels the folds of the alien go down at a slow pace. Ma’vo clenches one breast with a claw as she stops halfway, she turned her head to her warlock lover and chirps some.

“Hhhaagghh… Oh warlock, pleassse… Pro-oceed…” Ma’vo requested as she takes both secondary arms and plants them both on her thick ass cheeks. Tyler leaned up some and held Ma’vo’s midsection, he slowly thrust his penis inside her. The two shudder at the sexual sensation as Tyler thrust up until his balls bumped into her pussy. He then pulls back, only leaving his glans inside Ma’vo; a transparent light blue fluid sticks onto his foreskin.

“Y-yeessssss~ F-fasssterrr…” Ma’vo begged as she instinctively slams her hips down on top of his own. Tyler shuts his eyes as the speed of his humping increased gradually, his breath quicken as his precum is slathered on her cervix. The Eliksni’s eyes rolled up her head tilted to the sky as she starts to orgasm once again. Tyler shuts his eyes as the light blue folds grip his shaft; he didn’t feel his climax, not yet anyway. The warlock then gets an idea!

“Hey… M-Ma’vo… Get on y-your back…” Requested Tyler as he takes his strength to get Ma’vo off his dick. The Eliksni grumbled, she loved being on top of men! But he was the best mate she had in a long time… She’ll just suck it up and do as he says. The Eliksni took herself off the warlock and sits next to him. Tyler smiles at her as he goes between her legs with his hard cock in the air. Ma’vo being impatient takes a lower claw and gave her mate a quick hand job. Tyler chuckled as he held his dick with the marauder, both hands lead to Ma’vo’s pussy as it slides in perfectly.

“Mmmm~ G-ggaahh… Yessss!” Ma’vo moaned once again as she shuts her eyes and takes both lower claws around Tyler’s waist and holds him tight as he continues humping his lover as if they didn’t change positions. The Eliksni’s cervix is pushed upon by the human, a warm sensation overflowed her body. Her tits bounced uncontrollably without a care as Tyler leans in closer. Ma’vo takes one hand to remove her mask, sets it aside with her blades and shows Tyler her real face.

Tyler stared into the four eyes of the fallen woman, her eyes glowed a light blue, unsurprisingly. Her teeth small and sharp like a shark’s, a pair of mandibles flared apart as she breathes heavily from the sex the two are having. Both warlock and marauder stare each other as they become closer to orgasm; Tyler’s balls slapped against Ma’vo’s ass cheeks. The marauder takes her top arm pair and wraps them around his shoulders; the warlock grinned as he takes a hand and gropes the busty Eliksni, the Marauder gave a sexy yelp as her mate holds a handful of her assets.

“Hnngh! Oh lord… I thi-think I’m gonna caa~ cum soon-n!” Tyler whispered as his face is inches from Ma’vo’s. The Marauder gave a bliss-filled hiss before she leans forward and plants her mouth against the warlock’s lips. Tyler didn’t even flinch, if anything he leaned his face forward as well, trying not to stab himself on her teeth. Ma’vo’s mandibles hugged the human’s cheekbones as their tongues fight for dominance in the warlock’s mouth.

Soon, precum slathered Ma’vo’s insides as both partners stopped their make-out session to shut their eyes hard. Ma’vo starts to scream out her orgasm, her walls tighten around Tyler’s cock in a muscle contracting rhythm. Anyone that was near the waterfall that the couple resides in would only think of it would be a dreg being tortured by the cabal.

“Aaaaggggaaghhh!! Ohhhh~ Mmmmmm! C-cum in me! Fill me!” Ma’vo begged as her legs locked behind Tyler’s ass, all four of her arms held the human tight as the warlock increased his speed, his primal instincts took command as he finally climaxes inside the Eliksni slut.

“Uuugggghhh… Aaaaahhh!!~” Tyler held his head high in the air. Ma’vo shakes her legs intensely as the tip of her mate’s cock entered her womb and unleashed his hot spunk inside her. The marauder’s eyes rolled up and her tongue hangs out; the amount of cum inside her now must be at least the same amount that was on her breasts a while ago, if not more! After a few moments of standing still, the human warlock and fallen marauder looked back at each other, both panting hard from their sex.

“Hmmmm~ Warlock… You are the best mate I ever had in yearssss~~” Ma’vo spoke softly as she licked her mandibles, Tyler grinned and looked down at her lavender colored tits and light blue nipples.

“What can I say? I’m the best there is!” He confidently replied as he leaned towards her face again and locked mouths with each other, only for a few seconds.

The warlock got back on his knees and pulled his dick out, covered in both Ma’vo’s light blue pussy juice and his own white cum. The marauder got on her elbows and she shuddered some after feeling the semen of her lover slowly flow out. With a thud on the scrap hill, Tyler sits next to Ma’vo’s side; his energy is completely spent. Ma’vo gives off a blissful chirp as she gets up and puts her loincloth back on along with her mask. Tyler stretched his arms before taking them back to his groin and take his shaft back in his underwear and pants. The marauder takes her cloak and brings down the cloth over her breasts, which seems it’s trying to get back in the place she once put it in; seems to explain why she was bare-chested in the first place.

The marauder lays on top of the warlock and rubs her head on his shoulder, satisfied with her lovely human mate. The warlock smiled and kisses the top of her head. Tyler hears a whining sound nearby and tilts his head up and sees his ghost went into standby mode next to Ma’vo’s blades. Tyler sighed as he knew his ghost is alright for now…

“Ssssso… Your ghossst is alive, yesss?” Ma’vo questioned as she tilted her head up and rubbed the dark brown hair of the human, Tyler just gave a small smile as her claw trailed around his peach-colored face.

“Seems it is!” He said as he tries to get off the scrap pile and stands on his feet, he reaches for his ghost but the Eliksni was not done with him yet. The marauder stood up as well and points a claw at his chest.

“Now, ssshall I receive my ssssilver and glimmer? You remember the resssst of our deal, yess?” Ma’vo demanded Tyler, complete their little deal with each other. The warlock rolled his eyes and reached around his pockets, wishing he wasn’t paying her like a prostitute.

“Fine, how much do you want?” He asked before the fallen woman snatches a two handful of glimmer and silver with one fell swoop, Tyler felt like he sees a sniper bullet whizzed past him.

“Thessse will be enough!” The human warlock grumbled at the little thief as she triumphantly stole a bunch of his currency off of him! That, and he has to find a new weapon cache around the other waterfalls, just great!

“Could have asked… Sheesh!” Tyler crossed his arms as he reaches out for his ghost and holds it in his hand, his thumb ready to activate it again, if he wanted to.

“Hm, why would a little-fallen marauder like me asssk? Much fun to sssssteal, inssstead!” Mocked the lady Eliksni as she takes her primary arms behind her head and gloats at the guardian!

“But… I loved our encounter, human. I truly do~” She confidently stated as she gets behind Tyler and nuzzles her face against his neck, the warlock couldn’t help but smile at the cute and sexy fallen girl behind him.

“Same thing, Ma’vo~ Maybe we can meet again in different circumstances! By the way, my name’s Tyler!” As Tyler gave Ma’vo his name, the marauder hummed and steps away from her life partner.

“I’ll remember that name, I won’t ussse it, however!” Ma’vo giggled as she reaches for her blades and chirps loud at Tyler so he can catch his belt and helmet.

“Heh, better to be remembered, I guess…” He spoke as he puts his belt back on first and takes his helmet back on, he still kept a good grip on his ghost while doing so. The marauder puts the wrist blades back on her secondary pair of arms and sets her shock blades on her hips again.

“Now, leave me be, warlock~ Or I ssshall dominate you again!” Teased the Eliksni, putting emphasis on dominate, both knowing what she meant! Tyler shrugged and sees the silhouettes of his guns, glad that they remain untouched. The Marauder gave a teasing push against the warlock’s back, Tyler almost fell into the shallow water.

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” He joked, know she’s just toying with him. The warlock walked back to the same spot where he got discovered in the first place and sets his weapons back in their proper places, and he turned to Ma’vo before waving goodbye to her, the Marauder gave a soft smile under her mask and nods, she turns her attention to the large pile of scrap and proceeds to work on the finding any useful weaponry.

Tyler smiled too and heads off to the other waterfalls, maybe if his ghost talked some more with some other female aliens, he’d get laid more often. That silly thought runs through his head as he walks along the road, he’ll activate his ghost when he feels like there would be another fight around the corner. Back to the monotonous fetch quest again!

Ma’vo sees the vanishing shape of the warlock, he places one claw on her belly and rubs it. She looks down and sees two hands with silver and glimmer clenched in them. One hand had the trade-off with the deal, and another as a “Bonus” when she nuzzled against him. She laughed silently to herself, wondering how pissed he must be when he finds out. She brings a large plate of steel up and sees an exotic weapon, a powerful rocket launcher known as the Gjallarhorn. She smirked under her mask as she brings the weapon out from its hiding spot and places it on her back; she soon activates her cloaking and dashes off back to her base. She honestly felt like luck was on her side this day with every positive thing that happened to her! Without a doubt, she’ll meet the guardian again!

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Burn bright for my constellations (Chapter 7)

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A/N: Hope you enjoy!!! :) <3 I know it's a bit early, but I couldn't wait to get it out there, haha. Next chapter might be a bit delayed again, depending on my schedule and workload.

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“Howell,” The voice wasn't a familiar one but something about hearing it made him feel dread; somehow he knew what was coming, had dreaded that moment when he'd be approached about it again though a part of him longed for the alcohol burning down his throat and the smoke on his lips.

It had taken barely a year after coming to the new school that Louise had brought out the real Dan which had always been hidden away in the timid shell. It had proved quickly that he was nothing like that shell, or not always. No. He was loud, laughed fully, always had a sarcastic comment to add where it fit the most, and through it all he was still open to people, ready to help when somebody needed.

As this Dan he'd been accepted quite quickly.

Eventually the children grew to become more rowdy teens, childish parties and sleepovers turning into parties with sneaky alcohol mixed into their sodas and innocent fun-poking turned to more intimate games, sloppy kisses exchanged and people teased after their cheeks had become cherry red. And Dan had been through all of it, more than happy to accept every invitation, had been the soul of every sleepover and party, no matter how exhausted he felt after them. He found joy in raising people's moods.

A lot had changed since then.

A boy, almost a head shorter than Dan but with confidence oozing from every fibre of his being, leaned against the locker next to Dan's, a girl attached to his arm as she batted her eyelashes at Dan. He vaguely recognised the two from somewhere but it took a while until he could actually rack his brain enough to attach names to faces.

Still, he smiled at them, the wary kindness of the expression partially hidden in the shadows cast by the way his back was slouched to make the hood fall a little over his eyes.

“TJ? Summer?” He greeted them once the names, sluggishly had resurfaced and he could see the way that the recognition affected them, faces brightening and a certain light coming alive in those gazes. He could see through them though, the way they were too close, how there was mischief just below the casual mask, and how their lips were twitching in excitement to spill their words.

“So,” TJ started and everything was clear to Dan in the way that TJ's words became increasingly quieter, “We were thinking,” But before TJ had finished, Dan shook his head.

“I can't,” There was a cautious sound about his words, and TJ arched his brow, his lips a smile of amused disbelief.

“The great Howell saying no to a party?” He humoured while Dan turned his gaze back towards his books, clumsy fingers grabbing for and nearly dropping one.

It was in the back of his mind; the cloudiness in his head, the lightness in his limbs, the way that he liked to draw images in the curls of the smelly smoke while the music blared in the background, for once not controlled by Dan and for once he didn't care about it too much either. The headache of the next day, the weariness, and the memories fragmented, but he always knew that it had been a good time. The way it helped him keep people happy and the way it allowed him for once not feel weary only few hours in, the alcohol buzz driving his limbs.

“Come on man,” TJ leaned in and Dan could see how Summer's hold on him was the only thing that kept him from getting any closer.

“My brother will get us plenty of booze, and,” Dan could feel eyes surveying his shadow-clad face, “You look like you need a good drag,” There was a snicker in those words and something about them ticked Dan off, so he stubbornly kept staring at the inside of his locker though there was nothing left there that he needed.

“Can you stop staring?” Dan finally responded, only to hear his voice like it wasn't his own, the darkness like sticky tar in his tone. He hated the staring, hated the way people would map his stance and every nick and discolouration on his skin, hated how they could see the way he was thinner than before and how though a lot better now, he still often looked quite sick, dark circles under his eyes sometimes more prominent than other times. “I don't want to go to your party. That's my final answer.”

There was a laugh, TJ either oblivious of Dan's foul mood or completely disregarding it, “Come on man, it's gonna be fun.”

“I'm not going to your stupid party.”

“Come on, Howell, don't be a dick. First Matt and now you,” There was something patronising in the other boy's tone as he pronounced his thoughts, and every word was like a drop in Dan's overflowing cup.

“Live a little! You didn't survive to mope away over the dead--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dan slammed the locker door shut and the hinges squeaked weakly.

“Geez, chill the hell out,” TJ, startled by the sudden outburst and by all the attention that Dan had drawn to them, stepped back, prompted by the pull at his arm when Summer whispered at him to let it go and leave. “Just thought to cheer your miserable mess up.”

“Is there a problem?”

Dan had never thought that Phil's appearance would stop a literal murder.

Dan's chest was heaving, fists curled so tightly it hurt, his back an uncomfortable mess once again stopping him from reaching out to grab TJ by the neck of his stupid jacket.

“Tch, whatever,” TJ eyed Phil who had stepped forward, partially to shield and partially to hold Dan back.

“Then I think you have class to get to, bugger off,” Any other time Dan would have laughed that Phil sounded like a middle-aged dad, but the anger had clouded his vision and the breath rang in his ears heavy, with heartbeat that was ready to burst at any moment.

“Come on, Dan,” Phil spoke gently, and the way his fingers brushed over Dan's forearm instantly brought some comfort. It could almost make Dan believe that what had happened was just a misunderstanding. That is, if not for the painful burn where the nails had dug little crescents into his palm.

“Talk to me?” Phil leaned closer when Dan bent over to grab his bag from the ground where he'd inadvertently dropped it.

Day after day, the more time Dan spent around Phil, the more comfortable the two had become and the lack of space became less and less unusual with every touch and every unintended sleepover. Some moments were stranger than others, when irrational fears took over, but even then it would be a soft threading through his hair that would eventually bring Dan out of it.

No words were needed, but the fears were always heard.

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It was one late night, the two of them awake far too late into the night, Phil lying on the carpeted floor while Dan lounged diagonally across the bed, head uncomfortably, for his neck held some stiffness still, hanging over the edge but he braved it to be able to catch Phil's gaze, hidden in the night.

It was then when the truth had begun spilling, bit by bit.

“I miss them,” Dan murmured without thinking, and in the silence of the night, the words felt bigger and louder than they really were.

“Your friends?” Phil asked, after a pause long enough only to draw a breath for it, like he had expected the confession.

Dan shifted; somehow hearing it out loud made him uncomfortable. After all, they weren't his only friends.

As the silence dragged on, Dan heard Phil roll over to his side, and he glanced over to see Phil staring at him, the dark hair messy after lazy evening spent playing games and lounging around, and completely ignoring their homework. There was a bit of street light reflecting in the lenses of Phil's glasses, but Dan could easily see those blues staring at him. “You can tell me, Dan,” He prompted so gently that whatever knot had formed in Dan's throat loosened instantly with a soft sigh.

“You're my friend too…. And Louise,” He tried to excuse the guilty feeling only to hear Phil shift again, and when he looked over he saw the other boy pulling himself up enough so that he could settle with his back against the bed, his face close to Dan's and the younger boy shamelessly let his eyes wander over the illuminated outline of Phil's features.

“Dan, you're allowed to miss them,” Phil's lips were mesmerising to watch as they pronounced words and it was hard for Dan to peel his weary eyes away from them, only doing so when Phil turned his head to look at Dan. “I'm still going to be here,” Phil's promise ghosted warmly across Dan's face.

He swallowed, blinking hard before he looked away though he felt like it was impossible at first. So caught was he by the closeness, but there was something impossibly familiar in it, too, by now.

“I don't know…” Dan said uselessly, bringing his hands up, fingers apart as he reached towards the ceiling, partially to stretch and partially just to have something to do. Slowly, slowly, he began drawing invisible lines on the ceiling, old constellations coming to his mind as he trained his memory again.

“I guess it just feels like I've been thrown into a completely different timeline,” He finally continued when Phil allowed Dan to silently figure out his own thoughts.

There was a soft chuckle next to his ear, “I can relate to that,” Phil, so incredibly close, felt so distant at that moment that Dan had to glance over to make sure that he was still physically present. “But it's another chance, isn't it?”

“I guess it is,” Dan murmured and they were left in the silence of the night once more.

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Dan leaned his forehead against the metal of his locker door and soon felt Phil's hand rest on his shoulder. It made Dan think of all those moments where the touch had proved to be the strongest support, and how once every now and then those same arms would be draped over him in sleep. They held a missing piece of home for Dan and he allowed himself a moment to just relish in the sensation.

“I don't know what to do, Phil,” He finally admitted and felt the fingers squeeze lightly.

“What do you mean?”

“Every day something reminds me of how it was before,” Dan paused, and it was with a strange note to his voice that he continued, “Of who I was before?”

“Have you changed?”

The question hung in the air, and he couldn't answer it. He was still Dan, but so much about him felt off. His movements felt wrong, his feelings felt wrong, the ashless taste on his tongue and the only bleariness to his mind caused by pain and terrors felt wrong.

“And more importantly, if you have, have you changed for better or worse?”

Though he knew the answer deep within his soul, he couldn't consciously answer it.

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“Louise,” Dan called out louder than he felt comfortable in the full hallway, but he knew that otherwise he'd lose her in the crowd, through which she moved still a lot swiftly than Dan. Thankfully she heard him after the first call, stopping and turning around only to beam brightly when her eyes landed on Dan, the boy still a bit clumsy on his feet as he was trying to catch up on her.

“Dan! How are you doing, love?” She was pleasant as ever and Dan gladly accepted her one-armed hug, trying his best to not knock her books out of the other by accident.

“Good, good, hey,” He pulled away and smiled a little shyly down at her, watching her eyebrow arch in unspoken question. “Do you have Trissa's new number?” He finally let the words spill quickly, almost too quickly for her to catch.

She pursed her lips. Dan could swear that he could almost see the cogs in her brain turning.

“I'm not supposed to give it to anyone, she'll have her phone taken away if her parents find out,” There was defeat in her tone and Dan felt himself deflate a little, his initial plan hitting a dead end.

“However,” He perked as soon as Louise spoke up again, reaching into her pocket to find her phone, “She reached out to me the other day and mentioned that she's been talking to D'aja again,” A few moments later, she bit down on her lip before giving Dan sort of a pleading look. “Please be careful, okay?”

And once he had promised, she handed him her phone to write down the number.

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The cold was pinching at his cheeks mercilessly and his fists were curling into painful fists inside his coat pockets as he tried to maintain some warmth in the digits. Dan understood that he could have easily walked inside the small, bustling cafe, but something restless in his chest made it impossible to sit down and relax no matter the suffering that his body had to go through being upright and chilled. It was only the thought of a warm embrace that he would wake up wrapped up in once every now and then that allowed for the prickles to feel a little gentler, before a gust of wind washed all the warmth away and he shivered violently.

“Daniel! You look cold,” A familiar, soft and timid voice, lined with the tiniest hint of surprise that he couldn't find a reason for suddenly spoke from behind him and, his limbs shaky and stiff from the cold, turned to face the girl. Her dark curly hair was brawn back in a loose ponytail, leaving a single curl falling over her face on the side. Her dark eyes were full of caution, but it seemed to melt away a little when Dan opened his arms to invite her into a welcoming hug. It was brief, but in that moment a bit of that little bit of familiarity that they had built before seemed to come back.

“Hey, D'aja,” long time no see he wanted to say, but the words dried up in his throat and it seemed like she understood. Thankfully neither of them addressed it out loud and instead they were soon settled by one of the small, round tables in the cafe and Dan gingerly pulled off his coat, trying to ignore the pain in his joints that seemed to have returned more prominently again with the numbness.

“Oh, Dan,” He stopped when he heard the voice and looked up where D'aja stood, holding the two cups of tea and there was something pained in her dark eyes when she surveyed Dan and at that moment more than ever Dan understood how long had it been since they'd last met. It made him even more self-conscious, and he pulled at the sleeves of his hoodie, and looked down at the table to avoid her gaze.

He heard the cups as they were placed on the table, and expected her to say something or sit down, but there was a light touch to his head, brushing over his hair, and he shivered at it. There was something so different about her touch from Phil's, and though his had always calmed Dan down, D'aja's only caused more skin to prickle with discomfort, the awareness of his small deformities increasing rapidly.

“How are you feeling?” She finally asked when she'd settled quietly across from him and Dan dared to glance up, trying hard not to notice the faint lines on her face, though a lot less in count than those on Dan's, where the bits of glass had cut into her darker skin.

“I'm fine,” He tried to assure, but at that moment he felt faint and a part of him wanted to excuse himself and leave the cafe, and forget about the conversation that he'd asked for. Instead he reached for the tea cup and though the porcelain was blistering hot, he wrapped his cold fingers around it. “Still healing, but it's better,” He saw her lips disappear momentarily when she chewed at them thoughtfully before releasing a soft sigh. He couldn't tell what was going on in her head, what was it that she wasn't saying, and it was that painful moment that he realised that he still knew so little about her though they shared a similar pain.

“You're greying though,” She finally admitted and the knot in Dan's throat tightened, and, his fingers shaky, he brought the cup up to his lips only for the scalding hot liquid to burn the tip of his tongue, so he quickly lowered it again with a quiet hiss.

“I'm sorry,” D'aja's eyes were now downcast and when Dan looked up he could see the way she was shrinking in on herself, shoulders curling forwards and hands drawing nearer, as if afraid that she'd made Dan angry.

“I-It's okay,” Dan finally managed out as softly as his trembling voice allowed and offered a faint smile when she looked up again. “I mean, it's shit,” Dan laughed, the sound as faint as his smile, ''But this is fine.'' And when he saw the hesitation still in her eyes, he added, “I promise.”

She was still uncomfortable, shifting in her seat before absentmindedly tucking the curl behind her ear nervously. But her back straightened just a little bit, giving Dan some hope.

“Are you okay?” Dan prompted, pushing the tea cup aside to lean his elbows onto the table, leaning closer out of strain in his spine and because his voice had dropped quieter.

He felt guilty.

Guilty that it was probably this meeting that he'd arranged that made her uncomfortable.

Perhaps she had been trying to forget only for Dan to be a walking reminder that brought the horrors back to the surface once again.

“I can go, if you want...” He shifted, but instantly she looked up and shook her head, the faintest moisture shining in her eyes but she offered him a smile, a little wider than he'd probably ever seen her regarding him with before.

“No, please,” She rubbed at her eyes, drew a breath and though looking at Dan, it seemed that her eyes were looking beyond him somewhere else. “I was just worried that you were as angry as him...”

To that, Dan blinked and though he already knew the answer, his lips were quick to question, “Who?”

“Matt,” She chewed at her lip nervously and Dan felt his limbs weigh down more.

“What happened?” He finally asked, allowing himself to lean on the table a little heavier though he felt the wooden surface painfully against his elbows, and his shoulders felt weaker than ever.

He watched closely, the way she kept chewing at her lips, the way she would start shifting a bit more restlessly, how she would avoid looking him in the eyes and how her cheeks would turn a shade darker with blush. It made him arch his brow, if only a tiny bit, and he waited quietly until she mustered up the courage to speak, voice faint and embarrassed.

“You were in the hospital still, Trissa's parents didn't want us to talk to each other anymore, and I had found out Matt's address from Trissa the day before the trip,” Her words were hurried, her face turning darker before the colour began to fade a little again as she continued, “I thought that maybe I could…. I don't know what I was thinking, honestly, I thought that maybe we could help each other.”

Without it being said, Dan understood though he'd never realised it beforehand. All the glances she had cast at Matt all those times, the way she had laughed at his dumb jokes, how she had seemed reluctant about the trip but her interest peaked when Matt had been mentioned.

“I'm sorry,” Dan lowered his gaze to where her hands lied, and found himself thinking of the ways Phil would touch him to reassure and calm him down, but found it impossible to mimic the action no matter how much he wanted to comfort the girl.

“It's okay,” She shook his apology off and he frowned, because when she looked up there was something else that spelled out worry in her gaze. “I'm still worried, Daniel,” She went back to fluctuating between his name and nickname, “I think Matt is hurting too much and is not letting anyone in.”

Dan frowned even more at that, remembering the hurtful words, but also that avoidance the first day that they had met again when Dan had finally returned to the school.

“I think he really needs someone who really understands him right now.”

===

“I feel stupid,” Dan suddenly spoke up, drawing Phil away from his homework that the two of them had been trying to complete for almost two hours.

“Come on, it's bad, but not that bad,” Phil humoured lightheartedly and Dan cracked a small smile though it disappeared rather quickly, and he ran a hand through his hair that he had spent some time picking the grey ones out of the day before and his scalp still felt abused.

“I mean with the therapy,” He sighed and heard the creak of Phil's chair when the other boy moved, “I know that I probably need it and I will go,” He was quick to explain, hearing that Phil was just about to protest, “But it just…. I don't see how talking about it will make it better. There's nothing left to say. It happened. Shit has been happening ever since, but I am recovering. It should be enough, right?”

Phil was regarding him with a small smile, the one in which Dan recognised as Phil allowing Dan to finish what he was saying before responding.

“I'm sure it will be worth it, Dan,” When Dan didn't continue, Phil finally responded and the chair creaked faintly again when he shifted, leaning back into it more, relaxed. “It might not seem like it right now, but you know as well as I do that you should at least try. It's not only the skin and bones that need healing.”

Dan just hummed at that, thoughtfully, trying to ignore the way that he felt Phil's eyes on him, because he didn't want to know what they contained now; the pity for what Dan was, or the worry about Dan's indecision, or was it something similar to what Dan would feel in his own chest whenever he was given a moment of peaceful gazing at the older boy?

“It's on Thursday, right? The appointment?” Phil continued on and Dan hummed in agreement back, closing his eyes and running his fingers over the scalp again. “I can go with you, at least to the clinic. Dad has an appointment so we'll be going there anyways,” He added when Dan eyed him quizzically.

Suddenly, Dan could see it, through the calm that Phil always radiated, there were some tense edges poking through, where the worry had made his shoulders more squared, and the tired circles under his eyes had deepened in their darkness. Dan had even noticed that Phil's room hadn't been illuminated by his filming equipment ominously for a while, leaving his account without any new content for a while. (He hadn't really thought about asking why, though.)

“It's going to be alright,” Dan caught himself saying, and his lips bowing further in a soft smile, which was returned by Phil whose remained silent though there was something incredibly soft in his gaze that seemed to agree with him.

Almost like he was really hoping that Dan's words were the one and only truth possible in the world.

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