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ltbarnes · 1 year ago

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‘Tis the Damn Season

Stark U #6

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, you’re too drunk, you’ve basically avoided Bucky and Steve for six months and the last person you’d want to meet at this party just happens to be yelling in your face. The panic attack is inevitable, really.

Pairing: college!Steve Rogers x reader, college!Bucky Barnes x reader, college!Sam Wilson x reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: so much angst, past SA, alcohol, talk about violence, Christmas celebrations, things finally start to happen, kissing :)

A/N: Happy holidays to anyone who celebrates and to those who don’t, I hope you have a good few days anyways <3 This is the first I’ve posted since July which is awful of me so sorry

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You didn't see them all summer. The day after your last exam was over, you bolted back to your hometown and spent the entire summer selectively ignoring messages from Bucky and Natasha and Steve and Sam asking what you were doing and how your summer was going and maybe you could all meet up and go somewhere and—

It's December now, and every goddamn day since June you have been trying to figure out if what Bucky said to you when you were sick was a fever-induced hallucination or if he really, actually, said that he wanted you to take his last name someday. It made you panic, because the entire spring term you tried to convince yourself that your feelings towards them were batshit crazy and any inkling to them feeling the same was a delusional reach, grasping for crumbs that in reality were just friendly gestures. And then he says that.

"She's just practicing her future last name, Stevie."

So, yeah...things have been weird. Three months have passed since classes started and none of you want to mention what happened right before summer break. Actually, with each day passing you feel more like maybe it was just a hallucination or a very vivid dream, because both Bucky and Steve act like it never even happened. Bucky even had his mouth latched onto some blonde sophomore at a dumb, stupid frat party on Halloween. You went home right after and cried for two hours. But it's not hard to conclude that even if there was some spark or connection or anything beyond friendship with either of them before summer, it has died out completely.

The subject will probably never be broached. You're too scared of confrontation and definitely too scared of revealing unreciprocated feelings for that to happen. The slightly tense atmosphere in the loft is entirely your fault—your lack of communication with anyone in the group during the summer has made them a little confused, you guess. You mostly spend time in your room, giving excuses of studying and talking with parents on the phone and 'I'm just tired, sorry'.

Spending too much time with Natasha scares you too, because she reads you so well and you don't want her to know how hurt and unhappily in love you are. She'll try to do something about it and then Steve and Bucky will catch on and then you will end up rejected and labeled as crazy, because who the fuck falls in love with two people?

That doesn't mean you've managed to avoid her. Living in the same apartment as her definitely makes that hard, but just the fact that she won't let you makes it impossible. Last week she even broke into your room when you had it locked, because apparently she knows how to pick a lock open in under ten seconds. She absolutely knows something is off, but so far she hasn't brought it up.

Natasha is the sole reason why you're now standing in the backyard of some rich kid's house just off campus, surrounded by smoke from cheap cigarettes and fairy lights hung up between the trees and one too many shots of vodka in your blood. It's December utterly and thoroughly—there's snow on the ground but people still haven't accepted the fact that wearing their short dresses and tank tops without jackets does not work anymore. Ice drops hangs from the tree where you stand, listening to Natasha talk with a drunken girl looking for her phone.

It's fun, sure. Not the worst party you've been to and not the best either. You talked to the girl you've been sitting next to in History class earlier for almost twenty minutes. Got free vodka. It's Friday and you don't have any exams to study for. None of that makes you forget that things aren't the same.

"Nat. Nat." You poke her shoulder repeatedly, obnoxiously probably, until she glances over her shoulder with a slight glare.

"What is it?"

"I'm gonna get 'nother drink. Inside," you tell her, pointing with your thumb towards a hedge even though it was meant to be the door. Natasha seems to understand anyway.

"Okay. Don't wander off too long. And come back here right after."

"Yes, ma'am." You give her a half-assed salute before turning around, swaying slightly in your step. It's the uneven and slippery surface of the snow-covered ground, you tell yourself.

There's a lot of people here, is what you note as you push yourself through the seemingly endless crowds of the living room. You kind of hate that they haven't played a single song you like and if Steve was here he would agree, because he doesn't listen to any music made after the internet was born. Bucky would then make fun of Steve and you would laugh and everything would be right in the world. Instead you're pressed to kitchen drawers of a dark kitchen, cheap vodka mixed with soda running down your throat.

The kitchen is crowded too, but either way it's a respite from whatever the hell's going on in the living room. Jumping up and down and calling it dancing (you were doing the same the hour before). You're too drunk to be miserable about everything happening in your life this entire term and much too drunk to feel the absolute atrocious taste of your drink.

In half an hour you will probably throw up and tomorrow will be spent nursing a horrible hangover, but those consequences seem insignificant right now. You just keep thinking about the image of Bucky shoving his tongue down someone's throat that wasn't yours. It was heartbreaking. That he's not here is a good thing, because you'd either witness the same thing again or actually bring it up to him, and that's much worse. God knows it's only a matter of time before Steve does the same thing.

Someone pushes into you, forcing the liquid from your cup to spill from the confines of the red plastic onto your dress. It's black, so it doesn't really matter, but the alcohol still seeps through the fabric until it reaches your skin.

"Shit, fuck—"

Your hand tries to somehow dry your dress by fanning the fabric, which obviously doesn't help very much, and the paper towels placed on the counter in front of you escape your drunken mind completely.

Fresh air and icy winter winds are the only options, so you push through and stumble into people on your way outside. It takes a lot longer than it should. You can't really see much considering the dizziness and darkness inside, but somehow, magically, you are eventually dragging your way towards Natasha who stands in the same place as before.

"Nat. Natty—I spilled. Look."

The black dress with the now wet patch is lifted towards her by your hands, highlighted for her to see. You sway as you tell her.

"Jesus, you can barely stand straight," Natasha answers with a stabling hand to your shoulder, shaking her head to herself instead of focusing on the very urgent fact that you spilled on yourself.

Natasha turns to the girl she's talking to, saying something you can't bother to decipher, before stepping aside with a guiding arm around you.

"We gotta get you home before you embarrass yourself for real," she mumbles underneath her breath.

"I heard that," you whisper, a loud hiccup following. Whoops.

She rolls her eyes, fishing her phone up from her pocket.

"Who—who you writing? To?" you ask, slightly aware that your sentences lack correct structure but not really caring. As long as the message comes across, right?

"I'm texting Steve. I can't drive and you sure as hell can't."

Even in your state, panic instantly sets in over the mention of his name even though you live in the same goddamn apartment.

"Nooo. No Steve."

Your hand grasps for her phone. Nat pulls it away from your reach much quicker than you can comprehend.

"Yes Steve. You're a mess and he's the only one with the patience to take care of this level of drunk. I don't care that you're avoiding them for some stupid goddamn reason," she tells you.

"Nat," you whine. "He can't see me. I spilled!"

She just glares at you. "I swear to god, Y/n...nobody cares that you spilled your drink. I can't even see it."

"I'm so drunk!"

"Yeah, I know. Just—just stay here, okay? I'm going to get you some water so you can sober up by the time your precious Steve comes for us."

Natasha is heading inside before you can process her words. Waiting in place for a few minutes turns into an eternity in your mind. She should know better than to leave you unattended and then expect you to stay—really, it's her own fault. You will accept no blame if Nat gets mad at you for going inside again. It's cold and you need to go to the bathroom. Also, you're mad at her. Telling Steve to come get you? That's just...embarrassing.

Once again you're shouldering your way past people on about the same level of intoxication as you. There's a bad remix of a Christmas song playing loudly. Makes you wanna punch whoever's phone is connected to the speaker. The bathroom is so, so far away. It's something the architect of this house should've thought of before he put it at the very end of this long hallway you're currently making your way through, but clearly he didn't have you in mind.

"Fuck! Watch where you're going, asshole," some girl seethes at you as your shoulder nudges against hers. A nudge is an exaggeration—you brushed against it at most. She's probably an aggressive drunk, that's all.

You don't answer, instead fumbling for the door handle to what you believe might be the bathroom. Some couple is making out in here, the girl with her ass planted on the edge of the bathtub and the guy nearly devouring her face. Doesn't look very pleasant, if you're honest.

"Out. I need to pee."

Your hands find their way to their shoulders, ushering the lovesick pair out of the room without much protest from either of them. They're still making out as they walk out.

Despite your less than sober state, you manage to remember to lock the door after they leave. Some of the mascara that previously inhabited your lashes has moved down to rest under your eyes. You rub it away, smudging it slightly, but it just makes you look a little more like one of those cool girls you always see on campus. It will do.

You kind of want to throw up, but decide against it. That hasn't happened since you were a freshman, and you'd like to keep it that way. Staring at yourself in the mirror occupies your time in the bathroom instead, swaying slightly with your hands placed on the cold sink. If Steve saw you now he would be so disappointed. At least you imagine he would be—that fatherly look on his face as he tells you how you need to be more mindful with your alcohol consumption. Did you even watch who poured your drink? Never go anywhere alone at a party. Especially not a frat one. You know better than this, Y/n.

Steve's imaginary voice is interrupted by someone banging on the door, shouting for you to hurry the fuck up. It's been over ten minutes, but to you it just feels like three, and Natasha has been looking for you ever since she returned to the garden with a glass of water in her hand and no one to give it to. It's not her banging on the door, unfortunately, but instead a dickhead guy who has no patience. Can't a girl spend some time alone in the bathroom doing nothing anymore?

The guy glares at you as you push the door open, stumbling out into the crowded hallway while paying him no mind. It's dark save for the red LED-lights plastered on the walls, making it feel like a seedy dive bar instead of a seedy house. You don't see much.

"Hey! Hey, you—the girl with the black dress!"

Someone pushes their way past the people talking and making out and leaning against the walls, shoving through them as he searches for your attention. Of course, you don't really think it's you he's after. Half of the people at this party are wearing black dresses.

A clammy hand finds purchase on your shoulder, halting you in your less than gracious steps and turning you around with ease. Head tilted back, gaze running upwards until they settle on the face of a quite attractive guy. He doesn't look pretty happy to see you. You're not very happy to see him either.

The blood drains from your face, stealing away all that alcohol-induced heat within a second as his curly hair and green eyes look down at you with that same contempt he had when Sam dragged him away from the kitchen almost a year ago. You had hoped you never had to see him again. It was a naive thing to wish for.

"Y/n, right?" he asks bitterly. You don't answer, but he takes your silence as a yes. It was probably a rhetorical question anyway. His slightly crooked nose was perfectly straight the last time you saw him. His face is committed to your memory, burned in to taunt you on sleepless nights and everytime an unknown man walks a little too closely when you're out alone. "Your little boyfriend broke my fucking nose. You know that?"

Another rhetorical question. Definitely more threatening. Might be the tight grip he has on your arm too. Either way, his mere presence has apparently stripped away your ability to breathe normally. It feels like you've been running to the point of nausea, dark spots dancing before your eyes as he shakes you in attempt to get an answer.

"You ruined my fucking reputation. For what? I barely touched you. Such a sensitive fucking bitch, going around telling everyone that..." His voice trails off, ushering you into a quiet corner when he realizes people are staring. "Got nothing to say now, huh? Been so good at running your fucking mouth before, haven't you?"

"Let me go," you whisper, voice wavering. You don't sound assertive at all, instead weak and fearful. It's what you feel, as an upbeat, slightly bad cover rendition of "All I Want For Christmas" booms through the house. Girls shrieking in excitement over in the living room reaches your ears. You would have joined them if you weren't currently cornered by the guy who assaulted you in your own kitchen a year ago.

"No, we're going to fucking talk. What the fuck were you doing, going around saying shit like that about me to everyone?"

"I...I didn't..." Your lips part between words, breathing out shakily, trying to articulate sentences long enough to make sense. Why can't you speak? Why can't you even think?

"You didn't what?" he seethes. "You're such a fucking bitch, you know that? Acts all innocent and hides behind her friends. My nose is fucking crooked forever because of that fuckhead you sent after me."

Is it the alcohol that renders you this goddamn useless? There's just tears springing to your eyes, unable to say anything in defense of yourself. Can't even walk away.

He pushes you against the wall, knocking the breath out of you. To other people it probably looks like you're hooking up. At least that's what you hope they think, because otherwise you want to wonder why no one is intervening.

"Joshua, please let me go," you tell him again, even more pathetic this time. You're crying now, curled in on yourself in attempt to make yourself as small as possible.

"Fuck, you're so—"

"She told you to let her go."

The assertive, familiar tone booms through the hallway. It doesn't really, can probably only be heard by the people around you, but it feels like it when Steve's tall figure pushes through with hasty steps towards where you and Joshua stand, followed by a glaring Bucky with his jaw clenched so fucking tightly. A sob of relief is drawn from your lips, muffled by the back of your hand.

Joshua steps back instantly. Kind of funny to think that he's so scared of those two, and sad to think that he only respects a 'no' when it comes from men.

"Nice nose job," Bucky speaks up, pointing at his own nose as he stares at Joshua's crooked one, courtesy of the damn good punch he managed to land with his left fist all those months ago.

"Fuck you," Joshua growls, taking a step forward in attempt to appear more threatening or something. He doesn't really succeed—both Bucky and Steve towers over him in both length and build, unrelenting in their stance. As if they're stone walls keeping out the enemy.

Steve rolls his his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh. "Just get out of here. Don't go near her ever again, you hear me? Bucky's glad to fix your nose otherwise. Break it right back. Can't promise the result will be very good, though."

Bucky stands slightly behind Steve, raising an eyebrow in Joshua's direction that tells him there's not even a trace of a lie in the blonde giant's statement.

"You—fuck this." Joshua throws his hands in the air, aiming the most distasteful glare over his shoulder in your direction, before pushing past Steve and Bucky with a shove.

Your body instantly deflates, the tension melting off your limbs as you close your eyes and lean back against the wall. Gentle, firm hands instantly reach your cheeks, your arms, searching for any trace Joshua might have left behind on your body.

"Hey, hey. Y/n, are you okay? Did he touch you? Sweetheart, look at me."

Bucky's voice draws you out of the anxious, panicked state you slipped into, fluttering your eyelids open to see his worried frown and an equally worried Steve looming behind him. Wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes greet them, pupils dilated from the alcohol.

"Y/n, are you hurt? How long have you two been talking?" Steve adds, looming over you in such a way that his large frame blocks out any of the colorful lights plastered on the walls.

They already know you're drunk—Natasha was the one to call them here to get you, after all. Maybe your silence and obvious intoxication makes it clear to them after a couple of seconds that an answer from you is a few minutes away, a few miles of distance from this foggy, packed house. Nothing more is said or requested from you. Instead your trembling form is led away and out into the biting cold by gentle hands belonging to your friends. Even your slight shock can't shield you from freezing your ass off as soon as you get out into the fresh air again, teeth beginning to chatter within the second step on tightly packed snow.

"What the—where the hell have you been? I swear to god, Y/n, I was gone for two minutes! I've been looking for you everywhere!" an angry Natasha yells, running perfectly towards the three of you down the slippery lawn to where Steve is currently helping you into the backseat of his car.

"Nat," Steve says, giving her a pleading look that silently tells her it's not the time for a scolding.

"What? I told her to stay put when I went to get her a glass of water and she just disappeared out of nowhere. Slippery motherfucker while drunk, I swear she'll be the death of me—"

"Nat," he repeats, sternly this time. In that tone only he masters, silencing even the most eager tongues with a single exhale. "She met Joshua. And she's not okay. So please, leave your yelling for tomorrow and get in the car."

Steve holds the passenger door open, gesturing for the seat beside Bucky. He's turning the key, letting the car warm up properly while he clutches the wheel tightly. Natasha's irritated frown turns into a concerned one, nodding silently before slipping inside. Steve closes the door shut behind her.

You lean your head against the frost-covered window, fogged up by your breath two inches away from it, and close your eyes. Steve leans over you, reaching for the belt and fastens it over your torso. You forgot. He never does.

It's no surprise, doesn't startle you despite your absentminded state, when his warm hand cups your cheek, turns your head to face him. Soft, blue gaze and ridiculously long lashes. It's nothing but contrasting against the clouds released from your mouths with each breath—warm, concerned...loving? Maybe.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, thumb rubbing over your cheek.

You nod. "Yes. I am now."

Bucky puts his foot on the gas, turns on the blinker, and pulls away from the curb, out onto the streets. It's nearly soundless. The usual rumble from wheels against road is cushioned by the snow.

"This was a mistake. Sorry, I can't—" Sam gags, moving his head out of the bathroom before returning his presence within a few seconds. "You're a real shitty guard, Nat. Why'd you let her drink this much?"

All four of your roommates are gathered in the bathroom, surrounding you as if you're a newly born lion cub in a zoo, while you puke your guts out into the toilet. Steve is kneeling on the floor beside you, a comforting hand rubbing your back, while Bucky sits a few feet away with a glass of water in hand, ready for whenever you need it.

"Fuck you. You weren't there—she was like a goddamn ghost, just slipping away everytime I blinked. Looked fucking everywhere for her. 'S not my fault," Nat answers, residing on the floor of the shower in lack of space.

"Not true," you murmur in answer, your voice echoing off the ceramic surrounding you.

You're pretty much done throwing up, it's just the exhaustion following that's keeping you slumped over on the bathroom tile. Your hand stretches out in Bucky's direction, reaching for the glass of water that's gulped down within a few seconds.

"Careful. Gonna get sick again if you do it this fast," Bucky says, unable to help himself from brushing away the stray drops of water running down your chin.

The gesture is nothing new from him. He did it when you were sick all those months ago too, and you haven't forgotten it at all. His thumb gently rubbing over your skin as if you're precious, something deserving of gentleness, is engraved into your mind. You're thankful for getting most of the alcohol out of your system, because you might not have remembered this moment in the morning if not. Fuck it if you forgot the way his pupils widen just slightly, as if he didn't mean to, as if he couldn't help himself.

"I'm fine," you whisper in answer, clearing your throat. "Got it all out."

"Good." Steve's hand moves up from your back to your head, stroking it for just a second before withdrawing his touch. "Let's get you to the couch."

"I don't wanna go to the couch. Wanna be in my bed." You're pouting. Maybe there is some trace of alcohol left in you.

"Steve and Buck will feel much less like creepy stalkers if they stare at you sleeping on the couch instead of hovering around your bedroom all night like a bunch of pervs," Natasha speaks up. A snort follows after, as if it was a joke and not a statement. Definitely tipsy too, despite unwilling to admit such a weakness.

Steve raises a reprimanding eyebrow Natasha's way, telling her to shut her mouth with just his gaze. She smirks in answer.

"Don't listen to her. A fucking liar," Bucky remarks, but there's still some form of amusement in his expression. He can't even deny the statement—he is going to watch over you. Doesn't really matter if it's in the living room or in your bedroom. "Now let's get you up. C'mon."

With a push from your arms against the cold tile, you're standing on two legs again. Steve is hovering his hand near your back, ready to support if the vodka decides to topple you over. But you're fine—just tired now.

For ten minutes it feels things are back to normal again. On the living room couch, nestled in between them, your head leaning on Steve's shoulder as a stupid Hallmark Christmas movie plays on the tv. Sam and Natasha are in their rooms sleeping, and for a few moments you forget why you kept your distance. Everything would have been good if this is how the night would end. If Steve didn't have to address the past six months.

"I've missed this. With us," Steve whispers as he strokes your shoulder absentmindedly, like it's second nature to him to have his hands on your skin. "You've been so distant lately. For months, Y/n."

The room instantly becomes tense enough to make you nauseous. A clearing of your throat, an attempt to sit up out of Steve's hold and away from this conversation that you'd much rather avoid is futile—it's instantly stopped by Bucky's hand on your chest that pushes you right back.

"No," he says sternly. "You're gonna sit right here, sweetheart, and tell us why you've barely let us see you since fall term started. 'Cause it's sure as fuck not something I take lightly. Why have you avoided us?"

You look away, shaking your head to yourself as you try to talk yourself down. You will not break. You will not confess a single thing. You are going to act like everything is fine and you are not currently freaking out being sandwiched between the only two men you would gladly be sandwiched between under different circumstances than this.

"What are you even talking about?" you answer meekly. It's clear as soon as the words come out of your mouth that no one is falling for your innocent act, not even sweet, naive Steve. Then again, you're doing a particularly bad job. "Both of you think I've been distant?"

"Cut the bullshit, Y/n. If we've done something wrong, just say so." Bucky bites his cheek, glancing down for just a second, but it's enough to let his vulnerability slip. He's hurt.

A wave of guilt instantly washes over your body, an unusual feeling. During all these months of avoiding any interaction with Bucky and Steve besides the necessary ones, you didn't think that they'd actually mind your absence that much. They might not be hopelessly in love with you like you are with them, but they're still your friends. Friends miss each other.

"Or if it's something personal, you can tell us, you know? Is it anxiety, or are you feeling generally low, or...?" Steve chips in, trying to drown out Bucky's accusatory tone.

"No, no...I'm not depressed, Steve. And none of you have done anything wrong, I promise," you say hastily, shutting down their concerns as quickly as possible while trying to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse. "I just...needed some alone time."

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Sassy man. "Bullshit again. You've spent a bunch of time with Natasha. Sam, too. It's us you're avoiding." He points to himself and Steve with his hand. "It's been almost six months, Y/n. What the hell's your problem?" He pushes himself off the couch, standing up and blocking your view of the tv. It's as if his frustration is all contained while sitting down.

"Bucky," Steve scolds, glaring up at his friend. He's not appreciating the tone at all, that's for sure.

"There's no problem, Bucky," you tell him, shaking your head. Trying to dismiss this entire conversation before you reveal too much.

"No! Y/n, I'm going fucking crazy! This is the first time you've even let me touch you in half a year!" Bucky yells, a pleading tone in his voice that breaks your heart just a little. Because it's true. You have barely even hugged since June. You've barely talked for more than five minutes at a time.

"Don't yell at her, for god's sake, Bucky," Steve adds, his hands on your shoulders and ready to get up from the couch any second.

"What the hell's going on with you, huh?!" Bucky continues, ignoring Steve's statement. His eyes are solely focused on you, void of the usual softness. There's just anger. "Cause if you can't stand us, then tough fucking luck. I can have your fucking things moved out by tomorrow for all I care. Can move right into Walker's dorm. Bet he'd accept you with open fucking arms if you get to your knees and—“

The drop of your heart down to your stomach can almost be heard, an echoing, hollow sound. You're sure of it. Bucky shuts his mouth, as if he realizes what exactly was about to come out of it. What is not even a second of silence feels like a whole minute, before Steve shoots up from his seat beside you and grabs Bucky by the collar, rattling the whole room with the force in which he nearly tackles Bucky against the wall with. The tangy taste of iron starts to fill your mouth, your teeth biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. There's tears lingering in your eyes but you can't hold them back, not anymore.

"You don't fucking talk to her like that, you bast—"

"I love you! It’s ‘cause I fucking love you guys!” you yell, a pathetic sob marring the words. “So I’m fucking sorry that I’ve avoided you two but I’m trying to get over these goddamn—these feelings, but I can’t, okay! I can’t!”

The bitter delivery is punctuated by the sleeve of your sweater wiping away the tears furiously, cutting Steve off and drawing both of their wild eyes towards your figure now standing up, just a minute away from a complete breakdown. You don't even process the fact that Steve cursed. It would've been teased about endlessly in any other situation.

"I will go. I'll leave if that's what you want," you seethe with a voice so unsteady that it's almost unbearable to listen to. "But I don’t hate any of you. I don’t, and I get why you’re mad. But fuck you, Bucky. Fuck you for saying that.”

More tears fall. It's futile to wipe them away when they'll be replaced the second after. You want to say more, hit Bucky where it hurts, but you cannot get the goddamn words to form on your lips. Opening your mouth and closing it again, shaking your head, comes before hastily walking towards your room and locking yourself inside without giving them a chance to answer.

As soon as the door is slammed shut, your hand comes up to your mouth to muffle the sobs. Sinking down to the floor as if you’re in a movie, forehead resting against your knees. The rate of your heartbeats could be considered dangerously high, but you just blurted out a whole love confession for two of your roommates in the midst of a fight. How the hell could everything turn to shit so quickly? Half an hour ago all of you were joking around in the bathroom, and now you're not sure you have the courage to face any of them again.

It's a rash, impulsive decision fueled by anger and betrayal and shame, but you rush over to your closet and pull out an overnight bag that's soon filled to the brim with enough things to last you a few days. You're crying the entire time.

When you pass the living room again, Bucky isn't there anymore. But Steve is. Barely a glance his way is spared, with hasty steps heading towards the hallway. You remind yourself of a furious toddler when you angrily put on your jacket, stick your feet into your winter boots. The bag is slung over your shoulder, hand resting on the door handle.

"Don't go. Y/n, please don't leave."

Steve stands at the other side of the hallway, a broken down expression on his pretty face.

"Bucky went out of line, but he didn't mean it, I swear. He's just too prideful to admit it," he continues. You shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "Please, honey. It’s Christmas Eve. It won’t be the same if you’re not here tomorrow.”

"I just need some space," you whisper, brushing away a stray tear with the sleeve of your jacket. You’re so embarrassed and hurt that you can barely look him in the eye. "I can't be in the same apartment as him right now."

Steve sighs, looking about ready to just throw you over his shoulder to get you to stay. But he won't do that. That's not Steve. So instead he glances down to the floor, shaking his head to himself.

“Did you mean it?” he asks softly. “The thing about—you said you loved us. Did you mean it?”

It takes a few seconds before you nod tentatively, sniffling and keeping your gaze on a spot past Steve. He doesn’t say anything.

Steve gathers courage enough to walk up to where you stand by the door, grabbing your cheeks with his hands, thumb running over the tear-stained skin gently. For a few moments, he just looks at you. Loud thoughts running amok in that perfect head of his.

“Nothing I say right now will do my feelings any justice, so I’m gonna save any big speeches for tomorrow. But just…stay. It’s 2 am, it’s freezing out and you’re still drunk. I don’t want you out there on the streets alone. I need you to stay, even if it’s only for your own safety. Don’t have to talk to any of us if you don’t want to.”

His words makes you nod automatically. All it took was his hands on your skin and the flicker of hope his words ignite in your chest, and you conceded within a second. No hesitation left in that exhausted body of yours. He‘s not saying outright that your feelings are requited, but it doesn’t feel like a rejection either. He doesn’t seem disgusted by your confession, by the knowledge that you’re in love with both him and his best friend.

“Good girl. Let’s just—let’s get you to bed, okay?”Steve tells you, squeezing your shoulder gently. With your confirmation in form of another silent nod, he nestles the bag out of your grip and takes off the jacket from your torso.

The bed feels so soft and warm and comforting when you lie down. Steve tucks you in. It’s achingly sweet and you don’t really deserve it after avoiding him and Bucky like that for so long, but he looks out for you nonetheless.

“Steve,” you whisper, drawing his gaze up to meet yours. “I’m sorry. For being so distant.”

He shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were scared,” Steve answers. “Don’t worry about anything, okay? Get some sleep. You’ve had a tough night, Y/n.”

The softest of smiles grazes your lips, puppy eyes gazing up at Steve. Your wonderful, caring, perfect Steve.

“Are you alright? It must’ve been hard meeting Joshua again. And what Bucky said, it…it was far from okay.”

“I will be,” you whisper.

He nods, observes your face for a few seconds. Leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—what kind of college guy even does that? And then he leaves the room, turning the light off behind him.

You’re woken up by a red headed, crazy woman sitting on top of you over the sheets, shaking your shoulders.

“Wake up, fuckhead. You’re gonna open the presents I got you,” Natasha urges, grinning down at you as you blink your eyes open, groaning.

“Fuckhead?” you ask, a tired chuckle from your lips as Natasha climbs off the bed.

“Yes. Don’t like it, huh?” she teases. “C’mon. The guys are already waiting.”

With slow steps and a loud yawn, the slightest trace of a hangover plaguing your body, you drag yourself out into the living room. Around the ugly, little tree that Sam insisted on cutting down from the campus gardens last week (he almost got arrested by the security guards) the three boys sit. Your gaze falls to the floor, scratching the skin right above your lip nervously, once Bucky looks up at you. Can’t really read his expression, but you figure you’ll lay the fight aside for the day. It’s Christmas, after all.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Steve says, urging you to sit down next to him right there on the carpet. You offer a soft smile, and an even softer ‘Merry Christmas’ back. You’re still unsure about yesterday. Despite there being no rejection from either of them, the uncertainty is kind of killing you. A pit of anxiety rests in your stomach, an uneasy feeling corrupting every cell as you sit down on the floor next to Steve.

Not even ten minutes later, the living room is drowning in a sea of wrapping paper. Natasha went overboard with the gift shopping this year, it seems like, but her absent father is also some kind of Russian oligarch or something so she tends to use up as much of his money as she can. You’re not complaining.

The special edition of The Hobbit, signed by the director of the movie, that you managed to get on eBay and cost you a fucking fortune is received with a whispered ‘thank you’ from Bucky. He holds it in his hands tightly, staring down at the book without a word, and you don’t know if he’s happy for it. Maybe he’s not happy with anything touched by you at this moment. He hasn’t gotten you a gift, it seems like, or maybe he threw it in the trash and burned it yesterday.

Steve got you three books that he’d heard you say you wanted months ago, and a dainty silver necklace with a bee pendant hanging from it. “You know, uh, I usually call you ‘honey’ and I thought it was a little funny, maybe. But I can exchange it if you don’t like it. It’s no problem,” he had said, even though there were tears of gratitude in your eyes. Your arms were thrown around him a second later, hugging him tightly as you thanked him profusely for the most thoughtful gift.

Now you’re leaning your back against the couch, still on the floor, watching as Sam and Natasha are tinkering with his new Nintendo Switch that he got from her (overboard with the gifts, as previously mentioned). He’s so happy it almost makes you zoned out as you watch his childlike excitement. It’s nice to see the two of them so calm and sweet with each other too. Usually bickering and getting on each other’s nerves all the time otherwise.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

Your head tilts back, looking up at Bucky standing nervously in front of you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. There’s a deep hesitation within you, a pride that wants to say no and remain in your angry state forever without confrontation. But it’s Bucky. You hate this animosity between the two of you, the tension. Despite being pissed off and hurt and afraid that he doesn’t want you, you can’t say no, so you nod and push yourself up to a stand.

Bucky closes the door to his room behind him gently, clearing his throat and looking at anything but you. A sigh comes out of his mouth, shaking his head, before he parts his lips to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. What I said was disgusting and unforgivable and so fucking out of line. You didn’t deserve that at all. So out of proportion to what I was mad at you for,” Bucky says, running the palm of his calloused hand over his face.

“It was,” you answer honestly. There’s no use in denying that what Bucky said was stupidly hurtful. He nods, looking away from your gaze.

“It made me angry thinking that you ignored me, because at first I didn’t know what I had done, you know? And then I thought for a few months that me and Steve had been too overbearing and that you tried to keep your distance because you thought we were annoying or something. But that’s not the case. I should’ve known better by now than to think that you would do anything to purposely hurt us.”

You gulp, nodding, looking down to the floor. “I’m sorry too,” you whisper. “I didn’t know that you guys thought I had something against you until last night. Obviously, you…you know now that’s not the case,” you tell him, embracing yourself with your arms. “But last night, Bucky, I…you hurt me. I know you were angry, but saying those kind of things isn’t okay.”

“I know that. God, I know, Y/n. I’m so sorry. It was fucking childish of me, retorting to saying that Jo—“ Bucky shakes his head, hands coming up to tug at the roots of his hair. “And it felt stupid giving you that present in front of everyone, so now you think I didn’t get you anything, too, and—“

“You got me a present?”

“Yes. Of course I did, Y/n. But I saw how much Natasha had bought and that necklace Steve gave you and my gift felt stupid in comparison to that. Just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone,” he says, a little awkwardly. A little boy giving his mother a drawing he made in kindergarten, he reminds you of.

“Bucky…that doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you have gotten me. I’ll like it no matter what if it’s from you.”

He shifts in his place, contemplating something, before picking up a sweater on his bed, revealing a wrapped present hidden underneath. Bucky took the gift from the pile without anyone noticing before, throwing it into his room so no one would see.

With a tentative hand, he reaches it out to you. Doesn’t watch as you unwrap it, instead biting on his thumbnail. You reprimand him for it, and the hand returns to his side.

“Is it a book?” You run your fingers over the cover, a hardcover with nothing on it. Blank.

“It’s a photo album. Shit, it’s stupid. I don’t know,” Bucky answers, looking about ready to snatch it back, but you open the first page up before he has a chance to.

A picture of you, Natasha, Sam and Steve on the first page. It was taken last year in November. You’re all running after one of Sam’s model planes, fall leaves singling down from the sky. It’s a beautiful picture.

“4 grown idiots running after a kid’s toy - November 12th, 2022”

“It’s just pics I’ve taken with my phone, so it’s nothing artsy or anything, but…uhm.” Bucky runs his hand through his short, brown hair.

You flip the page. You’re looking out through the kitchen window, the sun shining through and casting shadows over the room and your figure curled up on the chair.

“Angel in the sun - March 25th, 2023”

A soft chuckle is drawn from your lips, resisting the urge to run your finger over the photo, but you don’t want to smudge the blank paper. On the same page there’s another picture of you with your arms around Natasha’s shoulders, nearly wrestling her to the ground with the force of your hug. You look so happy.

Bucky looks nervous as you glance up from the photo album at him. “Know it’s not much, but…yeah.”

A loud huff of hair escapes Bucky as you throw your arms around him. It takes a second or two for him to hug you back, but he soon has his chin resting on top of your head, arms around your waist.

“I love it,” you whisper, holding onto him tightly enough to constrict his breathing.

“You do? I can take it back if you don’t like it.”

Your grip around him releases, arms coming down to your sides so you can take a step back and look him in the eyes. “This is everything, Bucky,” you say softly, feeling a lump in your throat that can turn into tears any second. “The fact that you took the time to make this for me is just…it’s the most thoughtful thing ever. And these pictures are so beautiful, Bucky, and just the thought of you sitting down and glueing them onto the page and writing captions and—“

His lips against yours. Oh god. Oh my god, Bucky has his lips pressed against yours. Gentle hands hold your jaw, his head leaning down to compensate for the height difference, and Bucky Barnes is kissing you with urgency and desperation.

The shock is enough to make you unable to return the kiss. He seems to take your surprise as rejection despite the fact that you literally yelled ‘I love you’ in his face last night. Bucky steps away and takes his hands off your skin, running his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, don’t know what the hell came over me, I—“

On your tiptoes, fingers grabbing his sweatshirt to pull him closer, and you nearly smash your lips against his to shut up any of that doubt he carries. It’s not a graceful or very romantic kiss, but by the sound akin to a very mild growl that comes from Bucky and his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you closer, you guess he likes it anyway.

It doesn’t last more than 20 seconds. A harsh knock on the door to Bucky’s room interrupts it, forcing you part from his lips and get down from your tiptoes again.

“What the hell are you doing in there? C’mon! I’ve made goddamn Christmas brunch!” Sam yells, drawing a soft chuckle from your lips as your forehead meets Bucky’s chest.

With a soft smile, nothing said, you back away from Bucky. Slipping out of his room and leaving him there all flustered and semi-hard from a 20 second make-out session. The first ever between you, though. He thinks it’s pretty understandable.

As Bucky follows you into the kitchen, sitting down at the table by Steve, he leans towards his best friend and whispers into his ear low enough to make anyone else unable to hear.

“I kissed her, Stevie,” Bucky says with a shit eating grin on his face. “I finally fucking kissed her.”

The blond man turns his head enough to look over at Bucky, the red flush of his cheeks and ears enough to tell anyone what’s been said.

“Are you serious?” Steve asks.

“I kissed her and she kissed me back, I swear. I gave her that photo album I’ve worked on for weeks. She said she loved it, Steve.”

“I guess it’s my turn then, isn’t it?” Steve answers, a shy smile on his lips as the two of them watch you sit down opposite of them at the table, glancing through the window out at the heavy snowfall. Natasha puts a newly toasted bagel on your plate.

“Go get our girl, Stevie.”

#stark u #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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witchofthesouls · 10 months ago

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It’s sad bitch hour so I hope you’re ready, grab your tissues 🤧😢

I was watching Dumbo with my nieces and nephews and when ‘Baby Mine’ started, it got me thinking of Girl Dad! Megatron and the fact that Megatron is/was a poet.

Two scenarios popped in my head;

One: Megatron comes back from a mission heavily injured and his young daughter/s are distressed at the sight of him and the idea that he almost died, so he lets her/them climb next to him and he holds her/them and hums or recites ‘Baby Mine.’

Two: An ‘Autobots Win AU’ where Megatron is imprisoned and set to stand trial/executed and before any of that, Optimus being the bleeding heart he is even for his old friend/enemy, lets Megatron see his daughter/s one last time. The girl/s are confused and scared and latch onto Megatron and Megatron, possibly already accepting his fate of being executed, comforts them by either humming or reciting ‘Baby Mine’ until their time is up and Optimus or some other Autobots come and take the girl/s away and leaving Megatron alone.

Anon, I say lean into it because I need more heartbreak, especially after rewatching the scene. It hits harder as an adult...

In the first one, their kids' mother died from medical complications. The youngest girl doesn't remember, but the oldest sister does.

The kids only have a vague idea what's going on, but it's the oldest that grasps the full extent as-

Megatron could be heard, either by their thundering voice or their personal communication lines. The fact that he's quiet and no one is allowing them access to the medbay is absolutely chillingly telling.

Rumble and Frenzy, along with Skywarp, are keeping the girls company. The twins are the most battle capable of Soundwave's cassettes, and the Seeker can teleport with the two kids. If Megatron dies on the operating table, the aftermath will get ugly.

Their dad pulls through, but he's in really rough shape.

Que a quiet and private scene between them. The girls are in their human alt-mode to keep weight off him as Megatron hums "Baby Mine."

It's a lullaby their mother used to sing to them during her pregnancy and to help them sleep.

Even drugged to the gills, Megatron blankets them with his EM field, curling around them.

There are rising tensions within the faction, but (for once) Starscream and Soundwave are in an agreement: Keep the kids safe.

Megatron's personal quarters are absolutely a fortress in and of itself, but outside the girls watched by the cassettes or Starscream's trine. Between Thundercracker's heavy weight and willingness to cook a mech in their own fluids with a deadly hug and Skywarp's feral brutality to pitch himself against everyone and anyone, very few will directly make a move against them. Soundwave had built his cassettes upon the principles of stealth, espionage, and sabotage. There is very little that can escape Soundwave’s notice.

Megatron will want the names of the mechs that attempted anything towards his girls when he recovers.

The second scenario is honestly much more dark with all the political intrigue involved, especially if the girls do have a Cybertronian root-mode with a human alt-mode.

Autobot High Command would be deadlocked on how to handle them. The only thing they can agree on is not to send them back to Earth. Vehemently.

The girls are far too high-risk to fully leave alone, especially with major players of Decepticon High Command still out there that will use them as a focal point to rally the remaining faction. Not to mention the many interested parties back on Earth that would love to get their hands on living, breathing amalgamations between Man and Machine, especially with citizenship up in the air...

With exile off the table, the options are quietly executing them, political bonding, or indefinite imprisonment.

I think it would be Optimus that allows them to visit their father as Megatron's last rites. It would twist the knife between old enemies' wounds, especially with Optimus witnessing a tender moment of Megatron with his girls as the defeated Warlord privately comms the Autobot leader as he quietly sings to his terrified children:

:: I have one last request. ::

:: You've made it already. ::

:: Think of it as an extension, Prime. Should you choose to execute them as well, then let them die with me. Let them have that comfort. No matter how paltry it is. ::

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fullofpossibilities · 1 year ago

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Adopted Au Headcannons for R!Leo

So this is very heavily based off of the Adopted Mikey Au and the Adopted Donnie Au done by @tblsomedoodles so if you don't know the basics that would be a great place to start. (They also gave me permission to write these headcannons to thank you again!!!!).

Basically, I was at work, and absently thinking about their Adopted Aus, and thought, "who would adopt R!Leo (otherwise listed as Blue) if he went missing in another dimension?" And first some reason the first person that popped into my head was 2012 Donatello, so this is that train wreck.

Keep in mind that Blue is, like, 3-4 yr. old in this au, and happened to get sent to the 2012 universe after being attacked in the sewers of his own dimension and doesn't go back to his home dimension until right before the Rise show starts.

Purple is R!Leo's comfort color (since it reminds him of his twin) so I can see Donnie being the first person he would latch onto.

-It helps that the reason Blue is in this universe would be a highly coincidentally timed portal on 2012 Donnie's end that transported both Leo and the mutant attacking him to the sewers nearby

Donnie goes to investigate the energy surge that happened during the fight and finds Blue, saving him from either the mutant that had been attacking him prior to the portal or the krang who might have been the reason for the portal in the first place, haven't decided yet. Donnie takes him home to patch him up, and gets imprinted on by a very lost, confused, and scared Blue who just wants his twin but hey this stranger is wearing Purple's colors so he must nice, right?

Blue obviously gets most of his sense of humor and energy from Uncle Mikey. They love to skateboard together and play pranks, usually involving a lot of messes to clean up. Both get into food competitions, where whoever can throw together the weirdest food combination and eat it without throwing up wins (Donnie always gets upset when they do that though, worried about Blue's health).

Uncle Raph is probably (read definitely) the most protective of the uncles, and even though he isn't the sensei, he still helps teach Blue how to fight. He'll introduce him to Chompy and show him to use the pinball machine, and if anyone accused Raph of going soft he'd slap their head then go get Blue for their scheduled nap (because Blue will only sleep if someone else is there). Blue likes that Raph is so big, because it reminds him of Red (even if Raph is bigger than he remembers Red being), and naps with him are the best (but he'll never tell his dad that). If I do include the fact that Blue gets plushies that remind him of his brothers like @tblsomedoodles did in their au, they were made/knitted by Raph (once again, something he'll never admit, he just claims he found them randomly)

Uncle Leo, of course, is the sensei, but they still interact outside of training. Out of all the uncles, Blue probably looks up to Leo the most, resulting in another "Splinter Junior" situation, but between Leos, and less copy but no less "hero worship." Leo is like the Jupiter Jim or Captain Ryan of Blue's childhood. Leo will introduce Blue to Space Heroes, and the two will spend hours basically fan-boying over the show.

Obviously Blue is closest with his self-assigned dad, Donnie. Donnie is the reason that Blue gets so interested in medical practices and chemistry, and Donnie has a lot of practice (cough Mikey) with grabby hands in the lab, so he knows how to keep an eye on Blue while still working in a way that lets Blue stay in the lab during the day if he wants to. Blue thinks his dad is the coolest guy ever, being able to make whatever he wants (He built such a cool car! and Metalhead was awesome!) and fixing anything that breaks (like his toys). He learns sarcasm by watching his dad talk with Uncle Casey, and boy was that something that Donnie will always regret (second only to the fact that Casey also seemed to be trying to teach Blue how to flirt). (side note: this would be in a universe that did not emphasize a lot of romance. While all of that drama still happened when they were teenagers, the only couple that I MIGHT have as canon in the Au would be Raph/Mona, because it was the only ship that didn't have some kind of problematic background). When Blue decides that his dad hasn't slept enough, he'll go and sit on his lap, and just start to fall asleep. In an effort to make him comfortable, Donnie will try to move him to the bed, and when he tries to go back to work, Blue will latch onto his arm and refuse to let go, forcing him to stay "just until Blue falls asleep." Leo walks in ten minutes later to the father-son duo practically dead to the world on the bed. On the other hand, if Donnie doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone, Blue will make it his personal mission to keep the uncles out of the lab.

It's unclear when exactly Donnie became Blue's "dad," it just happened one day with Blue walking into the room, half-asleep, and asking his dad (by his now new title) if he had seen his blanket/plushies. Donnie, understandably, freaks out internally (and later externally) but can't deny that something in him was both happy and sad: happy because he had grown attached to the little tot; sad because he knew that a time would come when he would have to send him back home (dealing with alternates has left Donnie with the very real realization that this is probably a another little Leo, especially after hearing Blue talk about his brothers). Among the infinite possibilities of universes, though, that would take some time, so maybe it would be ok for the kid to call him that? He'd ask for advice from his brothers and April, and all of them, while equally cautious, would encourage him to let it happen because dangit they're attached too (although Leo would be the most hesitant, with his sense of responsibility).

I'd like to think that Blue learned Spanish by watching tv with April and Casey. Sure, he watches tv with his uncles too, but I can't see them watching anything that might have Spanish in them. I'm imagining that April and Casey were babysiting and both fell asleep with the tv on (thinking Blue was asleep too). Some Spanish drama came on and little Blue fell in love with the accent, so he started trying to copy it. Donnie caught on and set up a system to teach him some of the words instead of just copying the accent (he doesn't know spanish, but there are a lot of learning programs online he can hack into). It becomes a bonding experience between little Blue and the humans, since they take it upon themselves to help him learn whenever they babysit (April being more successful in these lessons than Casey).

Blue was seen as very athletic in Rise!, so I imagine that he fairly enjoys sports. Watching Casey play hockey probably kick started it, which evolved into skateboarding, basketball, baseball, football, etc. He couldn't play all of these a lot, but skateboarding and basketball (or at least shooting hoops) were fairly simple to set up and do constantly. He likes baseball and football simply for the fact that it gives him and excuse to throw a ball and run around a lot, but he doesn't play them often and prefers the other two. His uncles help set up a basketball hoop in the lair for one of his birthdays, and all he did for the next week was shoot hoops.

He thinks April is cool. Leo may be Blue's personal hero, but April is a SUPER hero. She had powers and a cool outfit, and in Blue's mind that's all he needed to label his new favorite aunt as an honest to goodness superhero (followed later by Mikey's alter-ego Turflytle). He's always following her around when she visits the lair and trying to get her to make him "fly."

Instead of the lair being attacked by the mutant/yokai that tried to kidnap and eat Blue, I imagine that the event that triggers Blue's return to his original world involving the Krang. The Krang attacked the lair or there was an attack outside somewhere that Blue snuck out and got stuck in, but a Krang would attempt to drag Blue through the portal to use as bait or leverage, and Blue's ninpo messed with the portal and sent him home (without the Krang for some reason, idk its fanfiction so fanon magic). He returns to the same place where he disappeared in his world, not that he remembers that that is where he left, and instead of Tello or Angie finding him, it would be Raphie (because I'm trying not to be too similar to the original Adopted AU, no more than I already am). The rest of the Rise show continues as normal.

Maybe if I get more inspiration I'll do some headcannons for when R!Leo reconnects with his family in the 12 dimension, but for now this is all I can think of.

#rottmnt #2012 leonardo #2012 donatello #2012 raphael #2012 mikey #2012 tmnt #Adopted Au #12Donnie adopts R!Leo #It's adorable #based on @tblsomedoodles adopted aus #seriously if you haven't read those #do so

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mayorofclowntown · 2 years ago

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More HCs bc hehehehe

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I haven't mentioned Valeria, Farah, or Laswell so I will. I will ALSO mention Konig and Horangi :)

Laswell suggested Raccoon to Price for 141, and upon seeing how short he was asked Laswell if "They had the wrong one" only for Laswell to bring up the fact that Raccoon is trained in MMA.

Laswell is quite literally the only person that doesn't give him shit, so sometimes he'll contact her and talk about mission stuff- anything he can actually talk about. She's also the one that breaks down instructions for him (help me irl I am so stupid).

The moment Raccoon found out she had a wife he latched onto her. Like Yas gay mom figure slay (I would say this in front of her and she'd be a little confused but that's okay).

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Farah didn't know Raccoon existed, and doesn't meet him until the Hussain missions- all of her information on him was from Gaz and Price.

The first thing she asks is how he fought on field and fully laughed when he nervously replied with "with my fists".

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Raccoon wasn't allowed to go with on the mission getting Valeria. However, he was brought along when they questioned her in the cargo container.

She immediately was drawn to him, looked at Alejandro and asked "¿Quién es el niño?"

"That's none of your concern, Valeria."

"It is when he's right there," and she'd make eye contact with Raccoon.

He's scared of her. I mean damn. Before Alejandro left, she kept trying to usher Raccoon to talk by asking him questions, specifically if he was good with Spanish.

"sabe español. Él sería bueno con nosotros, ¿no?"

"Absolutamente jodidamente no."

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Konig met Raccoon outside of the field (bc technically he's enemy to 141 but shhhh). Ghost saw him and pointed him out to which Raccoon did the whole

Konig, being his 6'10 big self, was VERY nervous being around Raccoon because he was very short. And considering how skittish-side eye Raccoon gets, Konig was pretty sure Raccoon was scared of him.

But the more they interacted the more Konig realized that that simply was how he acted toward people larger than him (Also Ghost gave him shit for being nervous around him, "He's not gonna hurt you, and you can't hurt him. He won't even let you.")

They relate to each other because they're socially anxious (except Konig has a more severe case).

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Horangi would probably think Raccoon was a kid. Konig introduced him when he kept talking about "the small Waschbär boy!"

Horangi treats Raccoon with the amount of respect he receives (which is a lot, masked men scare me but I love them so 🥰🥰🥰).

Horangi has the energy of making jokes every now and then and to make Raccoon (and even few other soldiers) comfortable. Raccoon will joke back.

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did I get it right am I good with languages???

Translations:

"¿Quién es el niño?" - "Who's the boy?"

"sabe español. Él sería bueno con nosotros, ¿no?" - "He knows Spanish. He would be good with us, wouldn't he?"

"Absolutamente jodidamente no." - "Absolutely fucking not."

Waschbär - Raccoon :)

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 4 months ago

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 18

Chapter 18 - Complementary

synopsis: you find yourself a new pet, run into some familiar faces, and receive an odd text message.

word count: 3114

warnings: N/A

“living in her forehead humming away leaning in and falling on anything,, small world - jack stauber

“Ack—c’mon!!”

Father never let you have a pet. He blamed it on all sorts of things; grooming, maintenance, allergies, the list went on. You didn’t press for long, opting to turn to cute videos on TV as a substitute. Out in the city, you expected to see more animals out and about. All you ended up seeing, though, were ravenous city birds, a couple of rodents, and maybe the occasional dog out for a walk. If you were lucky, you would have the privilege of a pet or two before the gracious owner had to continue on their way.

What you rarely saw was a stray cat—especially not one as adorable as the little thing running away from you. It was going so well, at first. She accepted the little bite of the snack you were eating, and even purred and leaned into your hand. She didn’t have a collar and looked a bit on the skinnier side, so you assumed that she was a stray.

Just as you were considering taking the poor thing home, the screeching of a large garbage truck scared her off. Watching her skitter off into the busy street caused you to panic, and you immediately ran after her. It was a wonder that neither of you were run over as you crossed numerous roads.

“Hey, it’s okay!!” you try to soothe her. She’s not convinced, slipping out of your grasp once more. The cat finds a narrow opening in the wall behind her and slithers through. You groan in frustration, running around the corner in an attempt to track her. It took you an infuriatingly long time to round the full span of the building. You were expecting her to be gone by the time you could round the corner.

When you finally reach your destination, however, she’s not too far gone. In fact, she’s only a few feet away, parked at a bench positioned against a storefront. She’s not alone, nuzzling into the pantleg of the young boy occupying the bench. You approach them, pouting childishly.

“And here I thought she was only sweet to me like that,” you sulk, eyeing the cat reproachfully. The boy turns to you, most likely startled by your appearance. His face is very childlike, his round, brown eyes making it difficult to place exactly how old he is. “Is this your cat?” he asks, looking down at the feline currently circling his ankle. He makes no move to remove her, but he also doesn’t look too keen on the contact.

“No, just a stray I found. I was thinking about taking her home, but if you’re a finders-keepers sort of guy…”

He shakes his head, finally pulling his leg from her clutches. It sends the little thing toppling over, rolling onto her back in confusion. “I’m not much of a cat person. You go ahead,” he says dismissively. His voice holds a child-like timbre, but it’s worn in a fashion that only age could accomplish. He seemed...bored.

You simply hum in response, taking in his demeanor. Crouching to your knees, you coo at the cat, holding out your hand. Seeking a new cuddle buddy, she rolls back onto her feet and bounds to you, happily accepting the scratches and head rubs. To your surprise, she latches onto your arm, allowing you to pull her into your arms. You can’t hold back your whispers of praise, overwhelmed by the affection.

The boy is staring at you, you notice, scraggly eyebrows raised. His eyes survey your form, narrowed and analyzing. Unperturbed by his attention, you regard him with a smile. “(Y/N) Brigall. You are?”

“...Aoba Kuronuma.”

The snort you let out is obnoxious, but you don’t particularly care. The adorably perplexed look on his face dismisses any possible regrets. “Sorry, just….Ao. Like the color blue? Seems like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy. It suits you!” In the direct light, you can see the navy tint in his otherwise black hair. Had he tried dyeing it? Perhaps it was brought out by the blue shirt peeking out from his hoodie.

He honestly doesn’t look very amused, but his baby face keeps you from taking him too seriously. “Aoba,” you breathe in, trying to steady your quivering voice, “Are you waiting for a friend?”

“No, just having lunch,” he responds, gesturing to the lunch pail sitting beside him. Not the talkative type, huh? Maybe you should leave the kid alone… “What are you going to name her?” he asks.

The question catches you off guard. He looks at you expectantly, face still fixed with indifference. Snapping out of it, you look at the cat in your arms, holding her up to get a good look at her face. She stares back at you with wide, dark eyes. Her choppy ginger fur stuck out in all sorts of directions.

“Renji.”

“Renji?”

“Yeah, like “ Orenji ”. Since her fur is orange, and…” You turn her to face Aoba. “ Ao and Orenji are complementary colors!!” Aoba chokes, pale cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. You chortle gleefully at the indignant look on his face. “Foolish...don’t name her for a stranger,” he grumbles, refusing to look at you.

“Don’t be silly! My cat chose you...we can’t be strangers.” You hold her out, a little closer to his face. He looks at Renji out of the corner of his eye. The kind part of you doesn’t tease him for the way his gaze softens. Deciding that the boy’s had enough, you pull the cat back into your arms.

“Well, I won’t keep you long. Enjoy the rest of your lunch, Aoba! Nice meeting you!” You wave him goodbye, as well as you can with a cat in your arms, and return in the direction from whence you came. For a moment, you hear no response and start to worry. Perhaps you had pushed his buttons a bit too much for a stranger.

“Yeah, see ya…,” you hear right before you round a corner. You can’t resist the urge to glance back at him one more time, smiling mirthfully. Gently grabbing one of Renji’s little paws, you pull it back and forth as if she’s waving at him. It’s hard to see from the distance, but you’re sure he rolls his eyes. Finally rounding the corner, you laugh to yourself. It had been a while since you made a new friend!

...

“Figures you’d go for the fancy wet food instead of the dry food.” The numerous tin cans clink against each other as you jostle them in the bag you hold. “Not complaining, though. That kibble bag looked heavy.” You peek over your shoulder at Renji, who’s head peeks out of the opening in your backpack. She meows happily, still nibbling the treat you had given her to tide her over.

You wanted to splurge and get all of the essentials; a bed, toys, a tree—but there’s only so much that you can carry all by yourself. For now, you settled for food, some small toys, and a little collar. You could probably just make her a little bed for now. Renji suddenly takes interest in one of your earrings, pawing at it. The bell on her collar jingles at the movement. You swat her paw away, positioning the backpack to move her away from your ears.

“Jeez, you’re just a little trouble maker, huh?”

“Woah, she talks to animals, Kururi!! Guess Shizuo’s into the nutty types!”

“To each their own…”

Those voices, you hadn’t heard them in a while, but you recognized them immediately. Sure enough, in your path stood those twins you had met a while ago. The bespectacled one grins at you unapologetically while her companion sports a consistently blank look on her face. “Girls! Good to see you,” you say through gritted teeth, ignoring their rude comments.

The quiet one, Kururi you think, peeks over your shoulder, indifferent eyes lighting up at the sight of your furry friend. “Cute…” she mutters. Looking at the cat ears decorating the hood of her top, you wonder amusedly if she’s a cat person. You pull the bag around to rest on your front and pull out Renji, who is very content to be held. “Wanna hold her? She’s super docile.”

Kururi nods, stars shining in her eyes as she accepts the small animal. Renji, though confused by the movement, quickly adjusts to the new set of arms, nestling into the girl’s chest. You notice how the other twin simply watches, eyeing the cat warily. “You can hold her too, if you want,” you offer. She vigorously shakes her head, even holding her fingers in a cross shape at Renji.

“Nope! No way! Dogs are way better!” It matched her outfit, you guess.

“Well, if I see a stray dog, I’ll be sure to let you know,” you laugh at her childish antics. Kururi passes the cat back to you, eyes not leaving the creature as you place her back inside the makeshift cat carrier. “Anyways, we’re not here about some cat!! We’re asking if you’ve got intel on Yuuhei, yet!” You thought they might say something like that.

After your last brief encounter with them, you actually took the time to look up this Yuuhei they were talking about. It was a little tricky with just the first name, but you assumed that it had to be Yuuhei Hanejima, an actor that was currently very popular, especially with young girls.

How they made the outlandish connection that he was related to Shizuo was lost on you. They even had different last names, for heaven’s sake! Though, you had to admit, the two did have similar features when you looked closely. Plus, Shizuo did mention having a brother—but you think he would mention if that brother happened to be a famous movie star . A sigh tumbles from your lips, accompanied by your fingers pinching your nose.

“You’re awfully pushy for a girl who hasn’t even bothered to introduce herself yet.” Weren’t manners a thing, here? They were still young, so you suppose you should cut them some slack.

“Fine, fine!! I’m Mairu Orihara—that’s Mai-ru Oh-ri-ha-ra!” The girl’s hands move in enthusiastic gestures, as if she’s conducting a symphony.

“Kururi,” the other murmurs.

Orihara. Mairu’s nonsensical antics, barely concealing a less innocent brand of mischief. Her impish grin is accompanied by a narrow stare that reminds you so strikingly of him. Kururi’s selective silence, eschewing all attention so that you don’t notice her calculating gaze, always watching and observing.

“Kururi, Mairu,” you address them both, trying to hide your sudden feeling of unease, “I’m (Y/N), a friend of Shizuo’s—nothing more. Per our last ‘discussion’, I’ve never met this Yuuhei, nor do I think I ever will.” You hope that the eye contact you make with both of them solidifies the fact that you’re being sincere. Mairu crosses her arms behind her head, humming thoughtfully. You wait with baited breath, anticipating what she could say next.

“Oh-kaaay,” she drawls, feigning great disappointment. You feel your shoulders relax, grateful that you are off the hook. “But if anything changes, you better not hold out on us!! Once high school starts, we’ll be in the area way more often. We’ll be keeping an eye on you!”

“Often.”

So much for getting these girls out of your hair. Well, if it came down to it, maybe you all could develop a positive relationship. There was a slight age gap, but if it worked out with Anri, it could work with them. Besides, they were... relatives of that man. What did that mean for them? You couldn’t quite assume, but you wondered if they needed another adult figure. “Where are you girls headed to school?”

“We’re gonna be first years at Raira!” You light up at the familiar name. This may be easier than you’d thought!

“I have close friends at Raira. You’ll probably see me around there!”

“Huh—what’s an adult like you doing around high school kids!?”

“Creepy…” God, on second thought maybe you should just avoid them !

“Well you two don’t seem to have a problem with following me around,” you shoot back. It’s not even like you were that old. How rude! Mairu titters cheerfully and even Kururi smiles. “Just kidding, kidding! We’ll see you around then, Miss (Y/N)!”

They practically dance around you, skipping past you and forcing you to turn around to see them. While you do let out a flustered huff, you find yourself chuckling. That is until Mairu says one last thing that digs directly under your skin.

“I do hope you don’t give up on Shizuo, though. The way he looks at you—Whew! I can practically feel the romantic tension!”

Curse them for being so fast! They practically disappear before you can fit in a rebuttal. As you stand there, fixed to say something, you aren’t quite sure what it was you were going to say. Don’t give up on Shizuo... what did she mean by that? Of course you hadn’t given up on him, he was one of your close friends! You just didn’t have the... relationship that the twins thought you did.

You liked the guy, and you cared about him—but ‘romantic tension’ was so far-fetched. And he looked at you normally!! Maybe you caught him staring at you, sometimes. When you were caught up conversing with a mutual friend and he just watched silently…how did he look at you then? A serene smile plastered on his defined features. Gaiety swimming in his warm, kind brown eyes…

A paw to the face from your furry friend reminds you that you’re still just standing there. You click your tongue at her, murmuring that you’ll get her home soon. Your face is embarrassingly hot for reasons that you don’t want to acknowledge. The rest of the walk is uncomfortably silent, leaving you with your raging thoughts. You tried to think of anything else; plans for dinner, tomorrow’s outfit, possible cat bed substitutes, etc.

Anything but that man’s enchanting eyes.

...

So, the makeshift cat bed ended up being your lap. Despite the lovely pillow-blanket combo you had constructed for her sake, Renji insisted on cuddling with you in bed. At first, you were adamant about keeping her out of it, considering the fact that she had been out on the streets for who knows how long. When she wouldn’t budge, you were faced with the very grueling task of bathing her. As compliant as the cat had been before, all of that went out of the window when water was involved. A lot of hissing, spitting, clawing, and splashing later, the cat was wrapped in a towel, nestled up in your lap as you scrolled through your phone.

You occupy yourself until you’re tired enough to fall asleep, texting back and forth with Erika and Anri and checking the Dollars forums.

*ALERT* ( Unknown Number) Attachment: 1 Image *ALERT* ( Unknown Number) Attachment: 1 File

Your eyebrows raise when the notifications appear on your phone. That’s odd; you hadn’t given your number to anyone lately. Opening it didn’t seem too appealing. What if it was something weird? After a short period of trying to ignore it, the red badge quickly got annoying. Maybe you would open and close it immediately, just to get rid of the notification.

Of course, the operation was not as simple, and you got a full peek at the attachments. It quickly dawned on you that it was nothing gory or creepy. The group photo of a bunch of middle-aged men had you thinking that it must have been some sort of wrong number mix up. Out of courtesy, you shoot a quick text to the sender. The response is alarmingly immediate.

ME Sorry, I think you may have the wrong number.

UNKNOWN NUMBER I do not.

The message was so curt and cryptic, it sent shivers down your spine. You hoped that it was a funny misunderstanding and not anything creepy. Once again, your message received an immediate response.

ME I’m sorry, may I ask who this is?

UNKNOWN NUMBER No.

This is a very strange predicament. Whoever this was, they knew who you were, sent you these things, and insist on concealing their identity. It was certainly mysterious, but were you really in danger here? They looked like harmless photos; what did they have to do with you anyway?

You go back to the group photo. It was a group of men, varying in age but none of them younger than their early thirties. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that they were all dressed professionally, topped off with lab coats. The quality of the photo isn’t the best, and most of the faces are barely visible. One of the men, strangely enough, wore what looked like a white gas mask. Perhaps it was a piece of equipment? The only face you can really make out is the man on the far left and— wait…

You squint, zooming in on the man and even pulling the phone close to your face. Is that... A face thin and pale enough that his sickliness registered even through the photo. His beard was unkempt, thick and bushy. A thin pair of glasses rests on the crooked bridge of his nose. His facial hair is longer and his eyes are obscured, but you can tell.

Father was in this photo. Was this a photo of him at work? He looked so old, though. A timestamp in the corner of the painting marked the photo to be about 4 years old. Goodness, had he aged backwards? You blamed the excessive facial hair for aging him so much—good thing he wore it a lot shorter, now.

The next item was a scanned pdf of a document that you could barely read. The whole thing was basically chicken scratch. At the top of the page was written “The Herculean Project”. At least, you think that’s what it says. With the help of the timestamp from the photo, you realize that the document was written shortly before the photo was taken. It appears that the two are connected.

Quite frankly, you have no clue what any of this means. You have a feeling that this anonymous person wouldn’t be much help, either. It was all very unfathomable to you and trying to understand it befuddled you greatly.

Renji, finally dry, emerges from her towel cocoon and leaps up to rest her paws on your shoulders. She stretches her back and legs, leaving your lap to curl into a ball at your feet. “Not mad at me anymore?” You prod her with your toe. She lets out a ‘mrp’ in response.

“Lights out it is, then.”

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #herculean #aoba kuronuma #mairu orihara #kururi orihara

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gunslinginnhogtyin · 3 months ago

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Butch had suffered pretty nasty falls before and somehow managed to survive but this one—well, he had seen what lie at the bottom. If only those stupid wings of his weren’t half baked and absolutely useless!

The fall draws a yell out of him that he doesn’t even realize is coming from him. All he can hear in that moment is his racing heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump—he’s sure this is it. It’s easier just to accept it. Thump, thump, thump—

Just when he had thought all was lost, someone swoops in to grab him by the hand. His form is quick to meet Artair’s as he’s pulled close and instinctively, he latches onto him, it bringing a small sense of comfort in what he thought were his last moments. He can hear something flap and all is utterly pitch black for a split moment as something dark and soft engulfs him fully, guarding him.

Butch braces himself for impact and it comes all at once; there was no preparing for a fall from such a height, but he’s damn lucky Artair had been there to take the brunt of the force. They hit the ground and Butch hardly feels a thing, save for the force of the landing and a painful roll over some sharp rock that’s enough to walk away from with only a few deep cuts and bruising.

Butch can’t see much through the dark, but the vaguely glowing blood and those bright eyes tell him exactly where Artair is. He hates how confused he feels about it all—one minute being shoved off of the overlook and the next being embraced by the very same person (sort of). Without a thought, shaky arms push him up off of the ground so he can heave his way over to his afflicted companion in a crawl to get an idea of the damage. His heart had long sunken into his stomach and his throat is tight. He’s afraid to speak for fear of finally breaking down in tears so he doesn’t. Not just yet. His eyes were open, he was breathing… barely at that if the strained sound of it was any indication.

Navigating through the pointed stalagmites and rocky terrain frantically and without caring about what damage he’s doing to himself process, he scrambles over to Artair’s side and the sight of him nearly makes him lurch. A gasp escapes him at first and a hand comes up to his mouth to stifle any terrified noises from escaping himself. He had learned in situations like these that it was best to keep calm if at all possible so as not to scare the one in peril… it’s not easy for him though, that much is apparent by the pained look on his face as his hands move to hover over Artair’s form, not knowing where to even start. He could see blood and lots of it, mixed with that mysterious golden sheen that didn’t seem like so much of a trick if the light anymore this time around.

“Oh my—oh fuck, ahh—y-yer okay! Yer okay. Yer fine. It a-ain’t even that bad, really.” He says frantically, his eyes beginning to sting the more he sees. His mangled limb, the disgusting impalement he had endured and was somehow still conscious—Butch can hardly bear to continue looking but he does. Because it’s Artair. He’s hurt, he needs him. The wings don’t go unnoticed, though they’re far from his focus at the moment.

Swallowing hard, it’s impossible to fight tears any longer. They spill from his eyes seemingly all at once as he moves a hand to brush some of Artair’s hair from his face. He’s afraid to move him for fear of making the pain worse but if he could, he would be holding him in his arms like Artair had him earlier. Instead, he leans as close to him as he can without disturbing those wounds, resting his forehead against Artair’s as he runs his fingers through those tangled locks.

“…Artair, w-why…? Wh-Why’d ya have t’go an’ do that?” He sobs, squeezing his eyes shut. His tail furls around himself his hand moves to hold the back of Artair’s head lightly off of the ground from where it’s tangled in his hair, the other moving to his upper chest, near his collar bone, just shy of the wound he had sustained. “N-Now yer…” He bites his lips, his breathing uneven due to his sniffling as he continues to fight tears but fails miserably. “Please….d-don’t leave me….”

The shove almost moves in slow motion. Artair laughs at Butch's angry outburst as his palm presses flat to his chest. "Fuck off!" He addresses him, as Butch's foot slips from the ledge. Artair's right hand reaches for him, fingers moving to grasp his wrist, his hand, anything, but Butch--- doesn't hold on. They glide over him, trying to hold on but without the will to grip, and Butch not holding back slips that glove through his grasp.

Butch is falling. Right to the same place-- the same place. The same fucking place. He's already disappeared from view as Artair steps back, just a half step--

"Huh--?" A confused voice leaves him, but it's not Artair's. His eyes are wide as the body launches off the ledge. "WAIT WHAT ARE YOU---"

For a moment, he's himself again, the shock too much for his fucking puppeteer to know what to do with. Artair falls after Butch, terror on his face as he reaches out for Butch and his heart breaks of pieces of his rib with each thunderous beat. His hair whips behind him as they fall, his out- stretching-- reaching--.

The moment he feels fingers, he pulls Butch close to his chest. He screws his eyes shut, embracing him and willing it to work with a desperate ferocity-- please work--- pleASE---

Artair doesn't gasp, as agony breaks through his back in a spray of blood. He's fallen and this has happened before-- he doesn't care. He doesn't care if it saves him. Black feathers still dripping immediately curl on instinct around him and Butch in and air, flapping at just the angle as they shift into position to adjust their fall--- twisting them in the air so he'd take the brunt of impact.

The wings curl around them and more seem to burst in haphazard aray until they're just a falling comet of sunset and raven in that chasm, as some of the wings try to catch the air and slow the fall, as others wrap tight as he clutches Butch, padding them with more and more. until even he can't see. There was no time for anything else but it's okay. It's okay. He has him it's enough it has to be he'll do anything--.

The impact is against a few of those wings and his shoulder. He doesn't scream as something- multiple somethings-- splinters against the cavern, as stalagmites puncture through flesh and bone all around him, spraying gold and ripping feathers. He lets his shoulder take the brunt before rolling what little he could, to keep that momentum and channel it away from Butch. Something snaps in the roll, but he doesn't care, it's out of focus of his tunnel vision on the man he's holding--- and who he lets go of when the arc is right enough to send him a few feet onto the ground in the most harmless roll from the drop he possibly could.

Artair jerks as where he's caught on spires, yanking hard on stone as they pull against his back in a harsh ripping motion. He lands on his side, on that sick fucking arm, and feels it twist unnaturally as well, before he goes limp against the floor, breathing hard and struggling to exist. His hair falls around him in a golden spill, over his body and along the floor, lighting the area as much as the spatters of iridescent gold did. Eyes seem to blink from the dark, stylized in all the darkest spaces around them.

#townofcadence #(THE ANGST IS REALLLLL)

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years ago

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Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Read part 1 here

Summary : After watching Loki pleasuring himself to your thoughts, you decides to tease him mercilessly, but loki is not taking a hint that you might just be into him as well. None at all.

Warning : Some smut, Loki is innocent

Note : there will be part 3 apparently, thanks to @maevetriesart for some of her ideas 💚 honestly I wrote the first part in 45 minutes out of boredom and wasn't expecting it to be received so well 🥺❤️

As soon as you heard the shower running, you came out of the closet as quietly as you could. You walked straight towards his bed and picked up the phone, he still had it on and your eyes fell upon the writing. It was about you, your eyes widened as you read the obscenity, that's why you never read anything about yourself online. You kept his phone down and scurried your way out of his room before he'd catch you.

Your heart was thumping, it was only when you reached your room that you managed to relax. It was one thing to watch your best friend, or at least that's what you considered him, masturbate. But your best friend moaning and screaming your name while he touched himself? reading dirty fictions about you? Imagining you doing those things to him? You never expected to see that.

However, the realization that Loki was into you and probably wanted to be more than just friends gave you an indefinite amount of butterflies. You found him adorable from the moment you had your eyes on him for the first time which made you feel conflicted because he was literally terrorizing the state of New York. It was only after he got Hulk smashed and got the scepter taken away from him is when his real personality came out. He wasn't anything like you expected. He was mind controlled when he attacked New York, and that changed everything.

"Soo your brother has decided to not take you back to asgard, and you'll repent for your crimes here on earth only" Loki looked at you as you said that and chuckled, still trying to maintain the fact that he was a big scary dude. But he didn't scare you at all.

"And why would my oaf brother resort to that?" He smirked so you walked closer to him

"Because I pleaded him too"

"Huhh And why would you do that" his face contracted into a pissed off look so you hugged him. You didn't know why but you did.

"Because I know something happened to you, and you're as much of a victim in this case, and I won't let you get life imprisonment for that" you pulled away from the hug and you could see his eyes tearing up.

From that moment onwards, your bond with him strengthened, he latched onto you like a lost puppy as he got used to life in midgard. But he never asked for more from you or even gave a hint that he was into you more than that. Fuckk, your mind wandered to the moment you saw him naked on the bed and then he moaned your name, the memory was engraved in your head now. You didn't know why he never told you about his feelings but you were definitely going to figure it out tomorrow.

Next morning you woke up early, got dressed up, and went to his room to wish him happy birthday. His naked form writhing on his bed as he jerked himself off filled your head again but you ignored it or tried to ignore it.

When he opened his door, you smiled at him

"Happiest birthday, pretty pretty boy" His eyes widened as he looked at you standing there, in a sexy dress. Wait, did you just call him a pretty boy?

"Ahhh thank you y/n..ummm wow I have never had anything like this on my birthday before" you smiled as you looked at him up and down. He seemed freshly showered, he had a black t-shirt on, adorable as ever.

"No one has wished you a happy birthday before?" You scrunch your forehead in confusion and his smile faltered at that

"Not like this, I mean everything happens very formally on Asgard"

"Ohh" You hugged him tightly and he took a deep breath in as he felt your embrace. You have hugged him before, but it felt different this time. You were too close to him, so so close.

"Come on let's go, we have to prepare for the party" you grabbed his arm and basically dragged him out of his room.

"Party?"

"Yes birthday party" you heard him gasping at that and that made you chuckle. If there's one thing you knew about Loki, then it was the fact that he didn't like too much attention drawn on him, so you just sent an invite to your fellow avengers because those were the only people he'd want there on his birthday. You dragged him straight to the kitchen along with you.

"Tell me darling, how do you want your birthday breakfast to be?"

"I uhhh ummmm..I don't know" he looked so cute as he stood there clueless.

"Let's make pancakes" he smiled as you jumped around a little. Then you caught him staring and his cheeks flushed.

How did you not notice the way he acted around you before last night? It was so obvious, you always chalked it up to him being shy in general. However he wasn't being shy at all in the walls of his room as he read filthy stuff about you and when he came all over himself.

"Mmmm the flour is on the top drawer, can you be a good boy for me and help me with that?" His eyes almost blew out of his socket, his heart started racing and he was thankful that his trousers were black, because the way you asked him to help you went straight to his cock. Reminds him of the y/n in that story last night.

He picked up the carton of flour from the top drawer and you took it from him.

"Ohhh thank you, you're so sweet" you leaped forward and kissed him on the cheek. He fidgeted on his spot as you did.

You asked him to make the pancake batter for you, while you prepared the eggs. He was flipping his hair to the back continuously and that gave you an opportunity to tease him further.

"Tie up your hair sweetheart, first and foremost etiquette of cooking" you looked him right in the eyes and he got nervous instantly, your voice sounded so firm but yet so soft at the same time. His mind went straight to gutter as he thought about that

"Ahh i.." he had a cup full of flour in one hand that he was about to pour in the bowl while he held the bottle of milk in the other so you went behind him and pulled his hair behind his shoulder, he shuddered as he felt your fingers running through his scalp and neck.

"Do you have a hair tie?" You asked him as you held his hair over his head in a ponytail and he shook his head.

"No mi..no y/n ..I can conjure it?" He asked you so you nodded.

He placed the bottle of milk down on the counter to conjure a tie, then you took it from between his fingers and made a high ponytail.

"Let me see" you turned him around and you took two strands of his hair out on his face.

"So fucking pretty..now be my good boy and make that batter for me so I could feed you okay?" you muttered under your breath but he heard it. You made sure that he heard it. Oh he wants to be your good boy, he wants to be your only boy.

After that you kept teasing him throughout the day, you'd ask him to do something for you and then praise him for doing a good job, which would make him blush deeply. By the evening he has helped you prepare a variety of things for the party.

"Mmm I can't stop eating this, it's so good" he mumbled as he took another piece of mozzarella sticks. So you walked over to him, took another piece and placed it in front of his mouth

"Come on, have it sugar" you said softly so he opened his mouth and took a bite, then you ate the rest of it.

"If you take one more of these before the party starts, I might have to tie your hands up, probably in my bed so you won't be able to get your hands on these" you winked at him and watched his face heating up. As much as you enjoyed his state of discomfort it was getting late so you asked him to go get ready for the party.

And He was thankful for that, not because he didn't enjoy spending time with you, because there's nothing he wanted more than that. But your subtle teasing that he was so unaware of, was getting to him badly. He went straight inside his bathroom to get showered.

Pretty boy, sweet boy, good boy. The pet names rang through his head as he touched himself in the shower, he couldn't help it, he had to, you made him so hard throughout the day. You had no idea what you were doing to him. He imagined you calling him all that in bed. I'm gonna tie your hands up, probably in my bed. He imagined you saying that to him, he imagined you on top of him as you'd tie him up to your bed for being the bad boy that he was. He moaned softly as he felt his approaching orgasm, the nasty thoughts made him cum so quickly.

When he came out you were sitting on his bed, all dressed up. You had your legs crossed and your dress rode up to your thighs. You looked at him and he just had a towel wrapped around his waist, so he quickly went back inside "Uhh can you pass me my clothes please?" You heard his shaky voice and it made you chuckle so you got up and opened his closet to give him a pair of t-shirt and pants which he put on hurriedly

"Hey" you heard him whispering when he came out and he walked closer to you. Then you gave him a gift bag and that made him smile so sweetly.

"Is it for me?"

"Of Course darling, it's your birthday" you took the bag away from him and gave him the shirt you bought for him. It was in his exact size thankfully which you confirmed last night.

"Put it on" you asked him and he fidgeted again with the shirt in his hand

"Now?"

"Ofcourse, for the party, you want me to close my eyes? Are you feeling shy, my cute boy?"

How could he get hard again? He just had an orgasm.

You closed your eyes so he put the shirt on but before he could button it up you opened them. Then you got off the bed and walked closer to him to button up his shirt. His mouth stayed open as he breathed heavily, the closeness was getting to him.

You started from the bottom and your hands brushed against his clothed bulge, that almost made him squeal.

"This color looks so good on you, you're so beautiful you know that?" You looked him in the eyes but he was avoiding your gaze

"Thank youuu.." he mumbled in a meak little voice, after you buttoned up his shirt, you decided to have a little mercy on him and gave him some privacy so he could get ready for the party.

Throughout the party, you made him blush and squirm at every chance you could, but he still seemed oblivious to the fact that you were teasing him. So you had to pull one last stunt, you grabbed Steve's hands and pulled him to the dance floor.

He was definitely confused by your behavior today, but he knew that you'd never be into him. He knew all about that, maybe you were just being extra nice to him because it was his birthday. That must be it, because as soon as he watched you dancing so closely with Rogers his heart broke, did you like him? You must. Why else would you dance so closely with him. He took a piece of cake that you baked for him and left for his room. Everyone was drunk so nobody would notice that he was gone.

Your eyes did meet with him once while you were grinding against Steve and the only thing you saw in them was hurt. Then you felt awful. You kept your eyes on him after that, he quietly walked to the table, cut himself a piece of cake, placed it on a plate, then he left for his room.

You pulled yourself away from Steve and followed after him. When you reached his room, you knocked twice and he opened up. His eyes seemed teary, he also had cake crumbs on his lips. Was he eating the cake and crying at the same time? God, you wanted to protect him forever from that moment onwards.

"Why did you leave lo?" You walked inside the room but he didn't say anything for a good few seconds.

"I was tired, sleepy" he mumbled and you sat down on the bed, you picked up the plate off his bed and started to eat the cake. His eyes remained fixated on you.

"Sleepy huh? Is that it or you came here to read stuff ..on Tumblr"

You licked the icing off the spoon as you said that. He was so dead. Right?

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 3 years ago

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I want this to be a short request but how would crushing!companions react to sole who holds their hand whenever they get scared and it slowly turns into a habit for them to always hold onto his hand?

omg this is literally so cute, bye. 🥺💗 i hope you enjoy, anon.

to keep it short, i’ll just write their reactions to when sole holds their hand and i will put ‘companions react to sole holding their hand as a habit’ in a separate post! <3

Danse:

it’s nothing new in his life— he’s experienced his fair share of people holding onto him during stressful and terrifying situations, so it’s something he’s used to. however, sole is an exception in this case. it’s been quite a while since he’s caught feelings for his companion, so it’s different in certain situations with them.

when they first get startled and hold his hand, he tenses up, his mind going completely blank as they wrap their fingers around his palm. though millions of people have done the same action to him in the past, this one feels different and he swears it makes him feel emotions he’s never truly felt before. before he can question what their intentions were, he noticed how they drew closer to him, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings and he realizes that there may have been an uncomfortable presence around.

so danse slowly takes a breath and squeezes their hand in return, looking down at them with red cheeks and a nervous expression. “you’re safe, don’t worry. if there appears to be any threat within our vacinity, i will neutralize it as best as i can.” when they look at him with a relieved smile, he feels his heart swell with emotions he’s never felt in his lifetime. he doesn’t dare to let go until sole feels safe enough to do so and even when they do, he fights the urge to take their hand in his once more.

instead, he impatiently waits for the next time he has the chance to hold their hand in his again, already excited though he refuses to admit it.

Deacon:

deacons not a very affection man nor has he received any affection from any other individual besides his late other half. To say this situation was terrifying for him was an understatement. he’s probably already dreading the fact that he has an unavoidable crush for his companion, not wanting to deal with that type of stress no longer.

the first time his crush rushes to hold his hand out of fear of their surroundings, he immediately pulls away out of habit and stares at them with a lump in his throat, words scrambled and refusing to leave his mouth for a moment. “i-, uh-“

with a mortified expression, sole waves it off with a flush on their face and an embarrassed tone, “shit i’m sorry. it’s just a habit, please don’t mind me.” they slowly distance themselves away from him and deacon quickly gets his act together, inwardly panicking that he may have hurt their feelings unintentionally. “no, it’s fine. i just- uh.” they tilt their head with a confused expression and instead of explaining himself, he lets out a soft apology and awkwardly goes on his way to save him the embarrassment. when he thinks about it later, he feels a pang of guilt hit him and realizes he may have been too harsh, so he tries to make an exception.

next time around, when sole does accidentally jump to grab his hand, it takes him a moment to calm himself down but does gather the courage to return the gesture. he would notice the surprised expression on soles face, and even though he’s internally losing it, he musters up the same shit eating smile he always has and cracks a joke; “charmer, i know it’s hard to stay away from me, but you could at least try.” when sole doesn’t respond and sends him a confused expression, he gives them a small smile and tugs their hand, “that’s okay though, i don’t mind. good ol’ deeks will scare the monsters away.”

when sole lets out a small chuckle, he feels himself grow agitated and immediately whips around to hide the blush on his face as he drags sole along with him. “we better get going if we wanna get outta this scary place. yknow, before you jump out of your shoes.”

Maccready:

he’s very to himself in most situations and values his personal space just as much as most people do in the commonwealth. he believes in a personal bubble and really enforces that idea, respecting his own personal space as well as others. however in this case, mac is probably just as scared as sole is, though he may be a lot better at hiding it.

when sole does grab his hand, he doesn’t give attention to it at first due to him being scared as well but when he does notice them showing signs of fear, he tries to reassure them, even though he’s flustered at the sudden contact. with a deep breath, he sucks in his negative emotions and decides to step up to bring comfort to them.

“hey, you okay?” when sole doesn’t respond, he just pulls them closer and squeezes their hand gently to grab their attention. when they do look at him, he smiles awkwardly, a inevitable blush dusting his cheeks. “earth to sole?”

when they explain their habit of doing so, he tries to lighten the mood by telling stories about his life in the capital wasteland and how he felt during his time at little lamplight, letting them know that he had similar fears and still continues to have them despite him experiencing the wasteland for years.

soon enough, their hands naturally find home in each other as they both continue exchanging similar experiences they’ve had, laughter filling the silence that sole feared just moments back.

Hancock:

hancocks a very touchy man and people do show him quite a lot of affection, so just like danse, he’s used to the constant attention others show him, only this time, the perspective is a little different. he enjoys it far more than other companions and doesn’t mind when they rush to hold his hand, though it catches him off guard.

for a moment, he processes the events occurring but once he does, he lets out a soft smile and a chuckles under his breath. he wants to let out a flirtatious comment or two, but fights the urge and instead, soothes their fear instead of embarrassing them.

“don’t worry, sunshine. you know i wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” he’d rub his thumb against their knuckles and smiles when he sees the tenseness in their body melt away. “in fact..”

when he lets go of their hand, he sees the panic grow on their face and lets out a small chuckle. with a swift movement, he gently throws his arm over their shoulder and pulls them closer, rubbing their arm reassuringly.

“.. this might be a little more comforting. no matter what happens, i’ll always be ready to protect you this way. don’t you agree?” when they chuckle and nod at his suggestion, he pulls them closer to his body, whispering loud enough for them to hear.

“ ‘m always here for you, sunshine. you don’t ever have to be scared, especially with me around. don’t ever feel like you have to hide it from me.” sole lets out a small hum before leaning into his touch, trusting every word that left his mouth.

Nick Valentine:

nick is very understanding with a situation like this and doesn’t mind it one bit. though he does get a bit flustered, he tries to play out the scenario in a way where they won’t feel embarrassed about the events occurring. he’s aware that everyone has their fair share of fears, no matter how tough you play out to be.

“things can get pretty scary around here, i know.” when he smiles down at them, they feel a sense of ease and relax into his touch instead of having the urge to pull away. “waking up 200 years later in a completely different life will do that to you.”

sole would sigh and hold his hand tighter, their voice barely a whisper as their cheeks flush with embarrassment. “i wonder how you do it sometimes.”

nick lets out a small laugh at their reaction. “it wasn’t always like this, sweetheart. i was just as scared as you, maybe even worse.” sole looks at him with curiosity as he continues on, “theres always something new everyday but soon you’ll learn how to adapt to it.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.” his words are full of reassurance and comfort, allowing sole to let go of any negative feelings that filled their chest.

“good thing i have the best companion in the wasteland to guide me around this hellhole.” sole puts it out as a joke, but knows a part of it was the truth that she was wholeheartedly grateful for.

he proceeded to rub his thumb on their knuckles, feeling a sense of happiness in their comment, “i’ll do my best to meet your expectations, partner.”

Preston:

poor boy. he’d be a blushing mess if sole were to ever do something as simple as this. if they were to dart to grab his hand, even out of fear, he’d stutter in confusion, obviously flustered at the idea of them latching onto him. “w-what are you d-doing?”

his body would immediately freeze upon contact, stopping in his tracks despite the possibility of getting attacked at any given moment. when he catches the terror in their expression, he’s reminded that the general has their weak points too. so instead of questioning their actions any further, he tries to reassure them despite his pounding heart.

“did you wanna turn around? we can always find another route. we could even send a team of minutemen to do this for us.” when sole shakes their hand and swallows the lump in their throat, preston lets out a soft sigh and smiles at them softly.

“just leaving the suggestion out there, general. say the word and we’ll turn right back around.” sole would shake their head, their stubbornness peeking through the look of fear twisting on their face. “it’s fine. i can’t be selfish and let it get to me.”

preston would feel his heart swell at their sacrifice and the determination that they held, despite the odds going against them. gently, he squeezed their hand and looked down at them, seeing the curious expression on their face. “if that’s the case, just know i’m confident that nothing will tear you down. i have your back every step of the way,” he pauses for a moment, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously with a dorky smile, “even if it mean- uh -holding my hand. i’d be more than happy to.”

after a few moments of silence, sole processed his words and smiled at him in response, returning the squeeze. “thank you, preston.”

Sturges:

sturges is aware he isn’t the strongest man in the commonwealth nor does he have the ability to protect sole in most situations. however, if he had a choice, he would do the best he could and he knows that sole is aware of his intentions. yet, when they yelp with fear and lunge to him, taking his hand in theirs, he realizes that maybe he isn’t as weak as he sought out to be.

“you holding up ‘lright, sweetheart?” when they notice their actions, their expression slowly twists into a terrified one and they attempt to retrieve their hand as quickly as they can. sturges doesn’t stop them from doing so and instead just laughs heartily and offers his hand to them despite their reaction.

“i’m fine with it, yknow. i wasn’t complainin’ or anything, just wanted to check if you’re okay.” sole hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering from his hand to his face before replying. “are you sure it’s okay? it just gave me a little scare, you don’t have to-“

before they could continue, he moves closer, taking their hand in his with a light blush on his cheeks and a reassuring smile plastered on his face. “it’s the least i can do for you.” his actions are more than enough to reassure sole and they nod, accepting his offer. “thank you, sturges.”

Gage:

he doesn’t like crushes— gage is so used to the habit of a one night stand and constant hook ups that he absolutely forgets how loving someone feels like. as sole grips his hand in fear, he chokes up for a good second and immediately gets himself together, retreating his hand and glaring at them.

“the fuck you think you’re doing?” despite his tough demeanor, his voice becomes slightly shaky and a small tinge of pink dusts his cheek. this doesn’t go unnoticed at first, but sole knows they’re too distracted to point it out.

they would apologize with an embarrassed expression and he’d avert his eyes elsewhere before continuing on; “yer the damn overboss, some stupid shit like this shouldn’t scare you. you gotta be tougher than that if yer gonna survive in this world.”

he doesn’t realize the words that leave his mouth until his eyes fall on sole, who’s clearly embarrassed and overwhelmed with the situation and immediately feels a tinge of guilt. with a quiet groan, he slows down and averts his eyes elsewhere, waiting for them to pick up the pace. when sole lets out a confused hum, he forces the words to leave his mouth.

“hurry up and get in front of me, why don’t ya’? yer acting like i’d let the overboss get hurt on my watch.”

they would pause for a moment at his words but feel a sense of reassurance knowing that gage had their back, despite his attitude towards them. “okay.” sole would smile at him softly and he’d scoff, fighting the blush threatening to creep up on his face. this stupid love bullshit was doing nothing but holding him back.

“yeah, yeah. lets get a move on before i leave ya out here to get eaten.”

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cast-iron-bug · 2 years ago

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Ok-

JUST FINISHED CRYSTALIZED AND IVE GOT A LOT TO SAY!!!

FIRST THINGS FIRST!

WHY DID I HEAR SO MUCH NEGATIVITY?!

There is so much I genuinely enjoy about this season!

First and fore most-

garmadons whole arc in this season was probably my favorite part. I feel he was written VERY well, with keeping his overall personality but getting to see that change. Him caring for the plant Cristofern was too wholesome for my heart and I found myself rooting for them all the way!

AND INCLUDING HIM IN THE ENDING SCENE IF ROOTS WHERE GARMADON PLANTS HIM AND GOES TO REBUILD THE MONASTERY MADE ME SOB-

I also genuinely enjoyed seeing so many past characters! Sure it wasn't EVERYONE like a true endgame scenario- but it was all the friends from the not masters of spinjistu series(minus the formlings which is understandable) and that was fun to see.

In fact I enjoyed this much more than if it were truly an endgame. I felt that instead of an extremely grand battle with literally EVERYONE, having our allies, friends and villains alike, supporting our main heroes in their efforts despite everything was truly great to see and made me cry.

That was another thing I enjoyed - SEEING RONIN, U.V, KILO AND FUGIDOVE ALL HELPING THE NINJA WAS DO AWESOME!

I've heard a lot of negativity surrounding the whole harumi arc but tbh I think it's pretty ignorable or overall can be seen as harumi trying to latch onto Lloyd in hopes he'll finally convince her to stop. If there's one thing I did like was her doubting her decisions and I think when she and Lloyd were in the woods she had the perfect chance to finally change that.

But she didn't and that's fine bc it's a kids Lego show 🤣

I think the underwhelming ending is forgivable and this season made me laugh and cry! I found it all quite enjoyable even though it's far from perfect.

The crystal council felt more humorous than an actual threat and harumi was a bit confusing at times but I did enjoy the visual doubt harumi had with the overlord's decisions, as well as some of the council's dialogue. ESPECIALLY when pythor was trying to give that typical villain speech only to stop halfway through when he realized he was talking to himself!

This season was not perfect by any means, but my god it was FUN-

There were some good moments and I was pleasantly surprised with this season!

Y'all scared me when I heard all the negativity 👀

Overall I feel pretty comtent with this conclusion and I cannot wait to see what the team brings next to the world of Ninjago

What did you guys like about this season? And what do you think the future of Ninjago will entail???

I for one cannot wait.

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pocket-lilies · 3 years ago

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When Someone Flirts with You | Shiratorizawa Boys

Hiii! As mentioned in my first ever post here, this is my favorite type of headcanons to write! I love this subject and who doesn't want their husband rescuing them? Enjoyyy - Pocket♡

✧ Includes: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendou, Eita Semi, Tsutomu Goshiki, and Kenjiro Shirabu

✧ COME ONE! COME ALL! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your mans!

➺Wakatoshi Ushijima

He’s a very private person, so you won’t often find him flaunting the relationship around. He’s not embarrassed by any means and will tell people he’s dating, he just won’t tell EVERYONE. This leads people to be confused about your relationship, which can lead to misunderstandings.

Have you seen Toshi? He literally RADIATES intimidation. He’s terrifying! He stands at 6’3 and his face just makes him look like he’s angry all the time. If you need help just look at him and he’ll come to stand by you. Sometimes he’ll speak, sometimes he won’t.

Now, this method yields results 80% of the time. Toshi is just a scary guy so he doesn’t need to do much. He’ll just move and stand in front of you, allowing you to slide behind him and grab his shirt. There are just some things that he’s noticed that make him angrier than usual. One of them is when you get scared enough to grab his shirt when you’re behind him.

Of course, this method can fail. There’s always one dumbass who just wants to try Toshi. There’s gotta be something wrong with them, but hey some people just learn their lessons the hard way and you know what? Toshi doesn’t mind helping them a little bit. There was one time when someone rolled their eyes and grabbed your hand, tugging you into their chest. You stumbled and fell but before you could touch them an arm stopped you.

Ooh, the second Toshi saw that jerk grab your arm and pull you into them, he kinda lost it. He was able to stop you before you touched the person, breaking the grip that linked you two together. This allowed you to move away from both of them as Toshi grabbed his collar and just glared. In a low voice, he said “you’re upsetting my partner”.

10/10!! NEVER FAILS! The only thing scarier than a scary dude is a scary dude THAT CAN KICK ASS!! You best believe Toshi’s whooping ass if he can. Have you seen them serves? After that, he’ll usually turn to you and ask if you’re ok. He’ll be as gentle as he can, choosing to comfort you with words before touching you. These things can be very problematic and the last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you after what you’d gone through.

“Let’s go home. I was getting tired of this place anyway.”

➺Satori Tendou

Hmm, Tendou is in the middle when it comes to showing you off. There are days where he’s telling everyone you’re dating him and is practically all over you. But then there are days where he’s either holding your hand or just standing a little too close. You have no issue with either and if there are days where PDA is just too much, let him know and he’ll give you space.

Now, Tendou has always been made fun of and people still do it to this day but he doesn’t get as offended. Let’s be honest, most people are just scared of him and nothing else. Does that matter to you? No, because you love him. Anyway- if someone’s bothering you, Tendou just waltzes up to them and latches onto their arm. “Oh, who’s this cutie? I like them too!” It’s a little odd, but just having him there brings you ease and boosts your confidence to tell the offender to leave.

This works 50% of the time. Sometimes people are freaked out enough to the point where they just leave. They always act all high and mighty, but we all know they’re just scared. It depends on how they leave, because once someone left saying “freak who likes freaks” oh boy. Tendou yanked them so hard and forced them to bow before whispering “apologize”. And they did. Repeatedly before they were allowed to leave.

Like I said, it’s 50/50. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Tendou likes to play with people, so when they don’t leave, he laughs it off. Sometimes people just need a rougher lesson. It really depends on what they do next (like the previous point).

If they make fun of him while claiming they’re better, Tendou will grab them and threaten them to their face. If they touch you, Tendou opts to force them to their knees with a kick to the back of their leg. He’ll hold their head down and demand they apologize. Tendou’s stronger than he looks and it’s terrifying!

10/10 THEY’RE GONE once Tendou lets them go. No one sticks around longer than a second after. Tendou will turn to you and give you a big giant smile. He’ll know whether it’s ok to approach you or touch you just by the response you give him. Sometimes, you’ll just run into his arms and hug him super tight.

“I did really good, didn’t I? You’ve got the best boyfriend in the world (y/n)!”

➺Eita Semi

Eita doesn’t mind light PDA such as hand-holding, arm around your shoulder, and a kiss on the cheek. But that’s about it. He won’t go further than that, but all this heavily depends on the atmosphere. If it’s a night at your friend’s house or something, he’ll let you sit on his lap or just have his arm around you all the time. But if it’s a professional setting, such as a formal event, he’ll only stand next to you and look pretty. You don’t get hit on in these events, but when you’re out at the bar or something with him and the boys… you best believe someone's taking their chance. You’re a cutie and everyone wants to shoot their shot with you.

Usually, people at bars are really pushy. The second you’re away from your boyfriend or his friends, someone will take their chance. They offer to buy you drinks or pleasure you in bed, either way, you turn them down faster than the speed of light. But, they don’t listen. You’ll look towards Eita and somehow, he’s already found you. He’ll walk to you and demand to know what’s going on. He just KNOWS you uncomfy.

6/10. This is kinda effective. Eita’s not as scary as Ushijima, but he can look pretty intimidating. So usually, just that is enough to scare them away. You’ll also get someone once in a blue moon who claimed they had no idea you had a partner before profusely apologizing and leaving. Then… there’s THAT group. You know. The drunks who think they’re better than Eita. Ugh.

Eita isn’t a jealous person- I know, he’s competitive, not jealous. Like he doesn’t get mad when he sees you talking to other men or women, but he does get upset when you’re talking to someone who CAN’T TAKE A HINT. Can they not see how uncomfortable you are? Can’t they see that you don’t want to be in that situation? Or are they just ignoring all that, which makes all of this even worse?

Eita will warn them once again, but that’s it. If they continue with their bs, he’ll just have to deal with them… in a rougher manner. Eita’s go-to is grabbing their shirt and pulling them close. He’s actually pretty strong and he looks the part too. His scowl is usually enough to send shivers through them, so the second he lets go, they scurry away. In even more serious situations, Eita has thrown a punch, but only one before the person is either unconscious or gone.

10/10! This never fails! They’ll always leave you alone and everyone else in the establishment also understands that you’re taken with a protective boyfriend nearby. However, the two of you don’t stay very long. If he can touch you, Eita will either wrap his arm around you or gently take your hand and lead you away. If he’s worried, he’ll gently coax you into following him outside.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you ok? Do you need anything? Let’s go buy some (fav dessert) so I can make up for it?”

➺Tsutomu Goshiki:

Tsutomu loves to show off and you’re no exception. He won’t do it if it bothers you, but if you don’t mind then he’s 100% showing you off. He does get shy, so PDA is eh. He’ll hold your hand, let you hug his arm, kiss your cheek, and keep an arm around you. But if someone points it out or teases him, he’ll move away with the reddest of faces. He also doesn’t like getting too intimate in public, that stuff’s for the bedroom and besides… he doesn’t want people to see that face of yours when you two do get intimate.

When someone’s bothering you, Tsutomu will often watch you. He knows you can handle yourself, but there are just some people that are too much for one person. If you have anxiety with this, you best believe he’s at your side in a second. He’ll usually tell the person you’re taken, aren’t interested, and to “buzz off”.

Have you seen Tsutomu? He’s not exactly “scary”. He’s cute and even though he’s 6’1, he’s just NOT scary. 0/10. Maybe like 0.001/10 cuz, there was ONE time where someone apologized and quickly left, but that’s only ever happened once. Usually, people just laugh at him and look at you and say shit like “come on, sweetheart, let’s get outta here”. Ew.

Tsutomu’s prepared because he knows the first way just doesn't work, but that doesn’t mean he’ll quit. Tsutomu’s main goal is to always keep things passive, he doesn’t want to become violent right away. One, it sucks, and two, you don’t like it. So if he can end the situation by just talking it out, that’s great. But then some people just… force his hand.

Question: have you seen his spikes and serves? Remember that power? Yeah, so imagine that exact same power against the person’s face. Perfect! That’s right, Tsutomu will fight them if he has to, and trust me, he’ll win.

10/10 NEVER FAILS. He’ll yell at them as they’re running away before slowly turning around to you. He’ll apologize if he scared you and ask if it’s ok to touch you. Sometimes you need a hug, other times you need some air. Either way, he’s stuck to you like glue for the rest of the day.

“Are you ok? Do you need some water? It’ll be alright, I’m here now. They won’t bother you again.”

➺Kenjiro Shirabu:

Kenjiro’s a little shy when it comes to PDA. He doesn’t mind holding hands and such, but he’ll blush a lot. He does get a little… peeved when Tendou teases him because of the way he responds. Even Ushijima finds it a little funny. Tendou will poke at you, saying he can snatch you away and Kenjiro will fly in faster than ever and just hug you. You’ll always laugh and hug him back. It would be difficult for someone to say they didn’t think you were dating unless they didn’t see him, especially since he’s always with you.

Your mans ain’t scary. I’m sorry, but he’s just not. So whenever someone is bothering you and you can’t handle them alone/anymore and you ask for his help, he’ll quickly step in. It starts out with “(y/n) are you ok?” Then he’ll tell the person you’re not interested and to leave you alone. Now if you saying the same line didn’t change the situation, he won’t either. But he can still try.

0/10. Never works. Ever. Like I said, if you tried and it didn’t work then why would it change if he did? People will usually just laugh at him or something and start pretending he’s not there. Even if you hide behind him, they’ll just completely ignore his existence.

Kenjiro doesn’t get angry, I suppose. He doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t get angry. Not yet. He wants to keep things to a minimum and not attract too much attention, so he’ll stay quiet. He’ll roll his eyes if they laugh at him or claim they’d be better than him. Now, there are a couple of things you do (when you’re upset or hurt) that piss Kenjiro off. It’s like a switch and he doesn’t know how it works half of the time. One is when you hide behind him. Who tf had the audacity to make you so scared that you needed to hide behind him? Two is when your hand clenches his shirt in an effort to not get taken away. Who thinks they can just scare you like that and continue breathing? Three is when you whisper “please stop” while your voice cracks because you’re about to cry. oH MY GOD HOW DARE THEY HE’S BOUTTA TEACH EM A LESSON THEIR MOTHER WON’T FORGET-

Ahem, anyway. When any of these happen, Kenjiro doesn’t care about subtlety. He wasn’t trying to draw attention then, but now he is. He’ll usually urge you to back away a little and ask you to either cover your eyes or ears before (if you can't handle physical altercations) just beating tf outta whoever still didn’t leave. Now, there’s a little grace period before the ass-kicking. As you’re backing up, Kenjiro will glare at the person and tell them to walk away. This is effective! Kinda! It bumps up the success rate to 5/10! Some people… some people stay.

10/10 THIS WILL NEVER EVER FAIL!! Kenjiro has gotten stronger and he’s learned to take people out in less than 3 hits. Sometimes it takes longer, but usually, they’re down within seconds. At this point, everyone would be looking at you and your friends would immediately defend him by saying the person wouldn’t leave you alone after Kenjiro asked numerous times. Your boyfriend then looks at you to gauge how well you’re doing before asking you to follow him or take your hand before leaving. Usually, he’ll drive you to your favorite park or this flower field he loves (doesn’t matter the time of day). He’ll let you cool off before offering to buy you snacks before heading home.

“Are you ok, baby? Hey, look at me. It’s ok. It’ll never happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”

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duskthevampqueen · 3 years ago

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Dusk... its me again. Here to ask you to make little headcanons of how the LI's would react to you wanting to koala them smile

So for everyone that doesn't know what koala-ing means, it means one person latching onto another's center and just hanging out there, completely supported by the other person. And I will happily provide this one for you, Minnie, since you seem to be very fixated on it.

All Fluff

Toast

He would be a little confused at first by what you mean. He doesn’t exactly know what “koala-ing” means, but after you explain, he can't help but melt a little bit. He’s a little nervous about it at first only because he doesn’t want to drop you, so has it so then you guys are standing next to the bed just in case the first time around.

When it turns out well, Toast realizes they adore it, and asks if it'd be okay to do that more. When you enthusiastically say yes, they’re delighted. For quite a while, they only allow it if you guys are near some soft to land on. But upon finding out they’re becoming stronger with it, start to walk around the loft or doing small tasks with you still holding onto them.

They find it absolutely adorable when you would ask, too. A small blush would appear on their cheeks but be accompanied with a smile, opening up their arms and bracing to catch you easily. When you’re all secure, they look down to you with adoration in their eyes, quiet for a moment as they just appreciate the moment.

Quest

He’s also a little confused, but upon being told about it, couldn’t help but chuckle and nod. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it's a great idea, as long as it’s safe. At the beginning, he similarly makes sure there is a soft landing spot, but doesn’t even make a sound when you jump onto him. Just smiles at you as he enjoyed this cute moment.

Quest gets used to your weight on him quite easily, and even enjoys it. It makes him feel warm and adored, since you love latching onto him so much. He’s very grateful you don’t mind koala-ing him when he’s working out at home, as you’re a nice additional weight to his easier workouts. And a good additional challenge to some of the harder ones. You just hold on and chat with him during his work out that way, leading to some quality time you two sometimes miss.

He got to the point that he shifted his schedule around a bit so then he could have his work out times at the same time you’re home. He would double check you have time before simply picking you up to have you hold onto him. He would chat with you of course, but would mainly enjoy the feeling and knowledge that you love him so much to do this with him everyday.

Xyx

When you first brought it up, he laughed as he thought it was some sort of odd reference to his nationality he just didn’t know. When you explained, he got this cheshire grin on his face, and you immediately knew he was up to mischief. Before you could even attempt to take back the request, he was already coming towards you and picking you up.

Once you were holding on, Xyx started out normally. He walked around easily at first, but as time went on, you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he was scheming. He hadn’t stopped grinning. So you panicked a little bit when he picked up your guys’ motorcycle helmets and headed towards the front door. Only at your protests did he laugh and admit he just wanted to see your reaction, promising he would never do that.

It takes some convincing from him for you to be reassured, but when he goes back to acting normally, you relax. He keeps in mind not to scare you with that sorta stuff, as he would be disappointed if you never asked for this again. He lights up immediately when you do ask next time, and it becomes his favorite relaxed thing.

Nightowl

He’s the one that immediately knows what you mean, and is immediately on board with the idea. He's grinning big and already getting ideas about what he possibly could do with you koala-ing him. And despite his strength being minimal along with not being as tall, he was very adamant that it would work with the “power of love”.

So when you jumped onto him and proceeded both of you over onto the bed, with a big bounce on the bed too, he was half disappointed and half laughing. Owl immediately said the two of you could try again, and was very stubborn about it for quite a while. It wasn’t until the tenth attempt had failed again did he give in to you convincing you could just do it while sitting down.

He was disappointed at first, saying that was no fun. But then when you latched onto him while sitting, basically sitting in his lap, he was immediately happy again. He was delighted to wrap his arms around your middle and play games on his laptop while chatting with you. Despite it not working out how either of you wanted, he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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a styles vacation to Hawaii

Summary: a little continuation of this family. The styles take a vacation to Hawaii with mild bumps in the road.

a/n: no warnings, but harry is not famous in this. I’ve never been to Hawaii and do not much of the hawaiian attire/culture, i just did research and put what i found. If there’s any misconceptions or if i’ve offended anyone by accident pls lmk!

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Harry

“Honey, you have to let go so we’re not late for the plane” Harry grunts, trying to stealthily pull Ava away from her hold on Milo.

“No! We can’t leave Mimi” she cries out, cuddling her face into the pup’s fur even more.

“Mimi has to stay with nan, honey” From his tone you can tell he’s losing patience.

It’s a definite eyesore. The whole situation takes place on your mother's porch. You were all meant to say your goodbyes before the three of you–– no Milo–– go off on a small vacation to Hawaii.

Ava is holding on to the australian shepherd, not letting up one bit. You would think she glued herself onto him without anyone knowing, with how she latched on.

Milo in front of your mother's feet, enjoying what he thinks is a hug it seems. Only letting out long whines when Ava's sobs get out of control.

Harry is standing behind Ava, bent at the wait trying to pry her off her best friend.

You're crouched beside her, a hand on her back, trying to convince her to let go.

Ava's poor grandmother stands in the doorway. A look of agony on her face as she watches it all go down.

The–– now three year old–– has been throwing a hissy fit in the car, holding onto Milo's paw. Ever since Harry informed her how they were going to her nan's house to drop off Milo and then hurry to the plane. She saw the news like a terrible taste in her mouth, while she stared at you both in the rearview mirror eyes widened.

You know how much the two love each other, but you didn't expect her to throw a fit like this.

“Ava I know you’re upset but, you gotta let go honey so Mimi can have fun with grandma. Don’t you want to go on the airplane, hm? Weren’t you excited about it?” You ask her, beginning to unclasp one hand and go for the other, trying to bring into your arms.

But with quickness, she remembered the only way she would be able to go on this vacation. Without Milo, she wraps her arms around Milo again.

“Baby, Milo has to stay. Dog’s aren’t allowed in Hawaii” At this moment, Harry is willing to try anything.

“They’re not?” she asks, tilting her head back a little to see her father’s face.

“Nope, Milo won’t have fun there. He’ll have more fun with Nana” he tells her, bringing his thumbs down to wipe away the tears.

“...I wanna stay with Mimi!”

Milo doesn’t eject this idea, letting his chin rest on her small shoulder. You and Harry huff in frustration, glancing at each other. Your mother...well she’s had enough of whatever foolishness you and H are pulling right now.

“Okay enough of this” your mother starts, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ava, honeybee, Tell Milo and your grandma see you later and let go of him so you can have fun on your trip with your parents.” She says this with a stern, yet loving tone. Down to business and nothing else.

“Yes nana” she mumbles, placing a few kisses to Milo’s cheek and glides to your mom.

You and Harry look at each other in an instant, eyes wide at the way your mother fixed the problem in less than a minute. A mutual look of what the fuck, as in the what the fuck were you possibly doing wrong.

“Thanks mum.” Harry says sheepish, looking at the calming little one swaying in your mother’s arms.

“Yeah thanks mom” you say, standing up straight.

“No problem, Now get going, before she fusses again”

You all exchange your see you laters. Ava has yet another sweet moment with Milo. While Harry tells her she won't be staying in Hawaii forever and Milo won't stay with Nana forever. As you're driving away you all wave at the two, Ava yelling to Milo.

“Bye Mimi! See you soon! Don’t chase a squirrel when I’m gone!” She yells out the window, her arm waving in the wind.

You and Harry share a chuckle. Despite what she may think, Milo has never chased a squirrel in his life. She's watched it once on a cartoon and it somehow filled her heard with the imaginary scenario.

When both her grandmother and bestfriend are out of sight, she turns her head to the other window. A solemn look on her face, looking out the window like the Kermit the Frog meme.

You play the Frozen 2 soundtrack for the less pouty girl behind you. But when you don't hear the shrill sound of her singing, you look behind you to see an upset look upon her cherub face.

Her bottom lip is juts out, her hands fisted and arms crossed.

“You okay?” you ask her, turning in your seat to cradle her knee.

She’s dressed cutesy in a matching sweat set and a cute beanie rested over her plaits.

“No. I’m upset and I wanna yell” she looks at you, resting her case, before she turns her head back to its original spot.

Harry peeks at the interaction through the rear view mirror; an eyebrow quirked. One hand on the wheel while the other takes its natural spot in your lap, your fingers tangled with his.

“Why are you upset?” you ask.

“Because…” she groans, trying to figure out her ‘big feelings’. “You left Mimi and now he’ll hate me”

“He won’t hate you, you’re his favorite person”

“You guys don’t love me either!” She whines, glaring out the window. Wigging in her spot, causing your hand to fall from her knee.

“That’s not true! We love you” you exclaim, in a loving manner.

“Then get Mimi”

“Mimi is staying with grandma Ava, enough.” Harry’s voice catches her attention immediately. “ It's okay to be upset but Hawaii doesn’t accept dogs, remember?”

She only huffs, dropping her hands from her chest.

“Can you play the when I am older song, please mommy?” she almost whispers.

You accept her request, turning so you’re seated right. Playing the song and hearing her sing eases your glazed stare a bit. Releasing a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head against the window adds a bit to your release.

Harry raises the entangled hands away from your lap, placing an adored kiss to the back of your hand. Sending a quick questioning look your way.

“I’m fine” you send back, in a smile. No mother wants to hear those words.

He can’t do much with him driving and with Ava in the car. So he places a kiss to the back of your hand once more, and extends his hand so he caresses the back of your neck.

“You’re doing a great job, stop being so hard on yourself” he encourages.

If your mom was here she’d give you a tip or two on how you and Harry are too soft on Ava. You couldn’t help leaving all the disciplining to Harry, you probably were definitely too soft on her at times.

Through all the pouting, belting of kid songs, and Harry's annoying jokes and teasing. Five hours later you've made it to the resort.

At the moment, Harry was checking you both in while you and Ava looked around the gift shop. When you feel someone’s arm come around your shoulder, you jump. But the feeling of his cold rings and brings you down.

“Scared me, don’t do that” a breath of relief follows as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. He gets the memo immediately, leaning down for a peck to the lips.

“Made a friend in the lobby.” He tells you like nothing. Eyes shifting at his little girl looking through the stuffed animals and keychains.

“Are you okay?” you ask in disbelief.

“What?” he laughs, one eyebrow perched.

“Like in the head”

“I’m not following…”

“Why are you so good at making friends with strangers this easily? Seriously.”

He laughs you off like it’s nothing, but it’s uncomic. You wish you could blame it on being shy, but compared to Harry it was not that easy for you to chat up strangers enough that you become acquaintances.

Your husband could make friends with a duck if he wanted to. Everywhere you went. Whether in the ice cream shop a few miles away at home or the park where you took Ava all the time .He was always chatting with someone, in the end pulling you in.

He only laughs it off, beyond doubt enjoying the look on your face. “We agreed to save each other a seat at the Luau tonight, for whoever gets there first. Talked to the husband actually, but you’ll see”

“You’re insane” you tease him.

“Can I have this?” A teal, stuffed sea turtle is thrusts in the direction of you and Harry.

“How do we ask nicely” you say.

“Can I get this?” she smiles, a smile so sweet, your tooth hurts from looking at it. She’s the most adorable thing and knows exactly how to use it to her advantage.

“My sweet little baby.” Harry crooned, advancing to her, lifting her into his tattooed arms. Placing a series of kisses to her plump cheeks. She giggles, never wanting the affection to stop. “You can have it,” he tells her. “Let’s go to the till.”

“Harry you didn’t even check the price” you chimed in.

“Shh. We’re having a moment” he acknowledged. He outstretches his arm, so his palm meets your face gently. You laugh into it, before you smack his wrist away, then placing a light kiss to his wrist when he whines.

It’s some hours later. You’re all getting ready for the hotel’s hosted dinner/Luau tonight. The three of you took a two and a half hour nap.

You were touching up your light makeup while Harry got Ava ready. He lost two rounds of rock-paper-scissors and now must deal with the havoc that is dressing Ava.

“Baby, get the trousers mommy picked out for you” you Harey him tell Ava.

“Trousers?” She says the word with confusion, “Don’t have trousers babe? That’s a silly word.”

Then you hear the raspy laugh of Harry.

“Your pants, get your pants and your top too”

Not even a minute later do you hear Harry asking her to stop wiggling around.

Harry walks in the bathroom, a giggling Ava sat on his hip.

Harry adores a very laid back...dad look you could say. The back of the white wife beater he’s wearing get’s covered by a black button up shirt with flamingos patterned all over it. He’s also wearing a pair of shorts and his favorite vans.

Ava’s tucked into a set. a cami top with matching flared pants and sunflowers ornamented the black fabric.

“Oooh look at mumma, beautiful huh?” he asks Ava, extending one hand towards you, once you clasp your hands in his, he spins you letting his eyes sink in.

“Yeah!”

“Thank you both” you smile as Harry tugs you in for a swift kiss.

You had picked out an angelic, ivory crochet set. The top you’re wearing shows off your midriff and the long, flowy skirt matches with beautiful lace detailing.

You turn to Ava to give her a kiss on her cheek. “You look so handsome.” you tell Harry, letting your hand run through his hair. “And you look so adorable, you like your outfit?” taking her from Harry’s hands.

“Yeah, I like the flowers–– Can I have some too?” she points to the plethora of makeup products spread over the bathroom counter.

Looking over at Harry for his confirmation, he nods. You take the brush running it over the blush, before brushing it over her chubby cheeks and her nose.

“Tickles,” she laughs, pushing your hand away.

“Are you ladies ready to go?”

“Wow! Look the fires!” She points at the lines of tiki torches submerged into the sand, jumping as she sits on your hip.

The layout is stunning. There’s a stage for the performance, round tables spread out everywhere across the beach, and a buffet in the back.

Most of the tables are already filled, albeit the show was to start in like twenty minutes.

“There they are, over there” Harry indicated, his hand waving back at a family of four.

With Harry’s hand settled on your back, he weaved the three of you to the table.

“Hey Shawn.” Harry greeted, their hands clasped together as they brought each other in, clapping each other on the back.

Shawn was a tall man, a few inches taller than Harry, and very built. He had amazing brown skin, clear like a mirror, and was bald––which he pulled off effortlessly.

“This is my wife, y/n and my daughter Ava” he smiled at the two of you, while you shook hands with Shawn and asked Ava to say a hello. Which she did, like bursting a ball of energy as put her hands out for a handshake like she watched her parents do. It caused a laugh out of everyone. She didn’t know why they were laughing at her, but she enjoyed the attention.

“This is my wife Avni” you hugged, as close as you could, with a petite, expecting Indian woman. She was radiant as she smiled at you and Harry. “These are my kids Grey and Aster” you shook hands with them both.

Grey looked about Ava’s age, bouncy coils moving as he bobbed up and down in his seat. His sister, who looked in her tweens, sported the same hair texture. Aster more silent of the two sent her greetings kindly.

“And the third is still cooking in here” he laughed, setting his hands down on Avni’s early protruding belly.

With that joke, you understand exactly how the two of them got to know each other, as Harry joined in with his laugh. The wives chuckled amongst themselves.

“How far along are you?” you solicited.

“Three and a half months” Avni smiled proudly, rubbing both hands around her belly.

You cooed, “It’s amazing, you’re literally glowing. You're making me miss being pregnant” you joke.

“Okay! Enough of that. One little devil is enough.” Harry tickles your side, as a result you jab his side with your elbow gently, as he grins down at you. “We’re gonna go get some food,” he informs the couple.

Now everyone’s sitting around the table anticipating for the show to start. Conversation running pretty smoothly. The four of you were even able to make a few plans for the week you are here for. You had gotten a high chair for Ava to sit and eat in, but she wasn’t having it. Failing around while reaching for you.

In result, she’s now sitting in your lap, bouncing side to side. Munching on her French fries, chicken, and sipping on her pineapple juice.

“Taste good?” Harry asks his toddler.

“Mhm” she hums, shoving her thumb into his face.

“I can tell” he chuckles, extending a napkin to wipe her face clean.

You tilt your head down closer to hers, to see sauce around her mouth, some of it on her cheek even.

“Daddy.”

“Hm, baby?”

“Mimi would like this, he loves the chicken mommy gives me”

“You give Mimi your chicken?”

“No”

You both laugh it off, not seeing the point in correcting her.

“Who’s Mimi”

“Mimi is our dog, he's big and he can talk!” Ava answered, her voice ringing with excitement.

“Dog’s can’t talk!” The high-pitched voice of Grey argued, eye brows pitched together.

“That’s a fib, Mimi talks to me all the time!” she defended.

Thankfully, the show was beginning, two young women and four young men came out on stage. Dressed in their traditional Hula attire.

You and Avni shared a grateful smile, knowing neither of you would know how to suppress their little spiff.

The dance is mesmerizing and it was nice with the sun almost setting as a background. Light hues of orange shaded the sea as the night took over the rest. Everyone watched in awh, clapping when it was appropriate. The women’s skirt flowed amongst the air like water.

Harry’s arm propps on the back of your chair. During the performance you feel his fingers run against the back of your neck.

You turn your head towards, trying not to disturb the entranced little girl on your lap. “What?” you mouth.

“It’s beautiful” he whispers to you.

“I know” you tell him, smiling when he rolls his eyes at you.

At some point in the show, the original dancers plus a few more stepped off the stage. An array of Lei’s on their arms, watching as they put Leis around their chosen person’s neck. During this time a woman walks behind Harry, setting one around his neck.

You laugh at the shocked look on his face and the way he fixes his posture. She places a grip onto his arm, making him stand up so she could guide her to the rest of the others. Avni gets chosen too.

The smile on your face makes your face hurt as you watch Harry “dance” up there. The man definitely didn’t have the bet rhythm but he’s having fun and you loved that.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!...” Ava cheered on her father, clapping her hands. Harry looks towards her, waving. She gets even more excited chanting his title louder.

She's Not interrupting anything, you’re surprised he heard her in the first place. But also not, she always knew how to project her voice when needed.

A little over a minute goes by when Ava raises her hand and keeps it up there until you’re able to flag down someone for a lei, which you both get. The both of you walk up to Harry and you set Ava on the ground.

A slight circle forms as you three hold hands together. Just swaying. Sometimes letting go because Harry wanted to spin the two of you. It’s a beautiful image, you're sure. All the glee you could hold in your body transpires in the way you danced with them.

When you’re walking back to your hotel room, your arms are hooked with Harry’s and your head rests on his shoulder. An almost asleep Ava in his arm. He stops to bring his free hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you for giving me this, I love you” he whispers against your lips.

Last night, after the dinner and the Hula, Ava had facetimed Nana. To be honest, she had wanted to say a goodnight to Milo, but talking to her grandmother was always a plus. She was still dressed in her outfit, you and Harry getting ready for the night, so you could then focus on her.

She sat up against the headboard, Your giant phone–– compared to her hands–– held in her tiny ones. You were looking through her duffle bag for her pyjamas when you heard…

“Look Mimi, I saved you chicken”, her small teeth bared, holding up a piece of her chicken from dinner. Your phone is now being propped up against a pillow.

You looked up to watch her pull a piece of chicken from her...pant pocket.

That was the point you reavulated yourself as a parent and had to think about what kind of kid you and Harry were possibly raising.

“Harry!” you called for him.

He walked out, an eyebrow quirked.

“Look.” you hiss, voice low.

‘God…’ Harry thinks. “Where’d she get that chicken from?” he asks, running his towel over his hair.

“Her pocket! Why are you so casual about this?”

“Angel...you had a baby with me, what’d you expect?” he questions, seriously questions you this.

“You’re fixing it then, Mr. mini-me”

Presently, you’re all at the beach. Three towels and three umbrellas lay in/on the sand. You’ve rubbed sunscreen on Ava twice now and have had to remind Harry three times. After last time there was no way you’d be rubbing aloe vera on him all night.

“Baby you’re dripping it.” You sigh, reaching over to wipe her chin of the chocolate ice cream she was eating, from a cup you might add. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“No, thank you” she replies, kicking her feet out.

You’ve all swam a bit, but now are on a mini break from the water and saw they were selling ice cream close by.

It’s pretty quiet between the three of you, too busy enjoying your treat.

She gasps, “Daddy you’re a fibber” Ava says indifferently, slurping even more of her ice cream from her spoon.

He guffaws, caught off guard from her statement. He shifts towards the two of you. The way the wind blows his hair and the sun makes the green in his eyes even brighter catches you off guard–– the sight of his abs doesn’t hurt either.

You also knew it wouldn’t be long until his hair gained some highlights and his freckles would be more prompt. You couldn’t wait.

“How’m I a fibber, messy?” squinting down at her.

“Look!”she points, “There’s a puppy right there”

There is, you turn your eyes to where her fingers point to see a woman walking a black Dachshund.

Harry turns his head towards him, a sad look on his face. “You’re right baby. I’m a fibber. I’m sorry”

Ava hurls from her seat to latch her arms around his neck, “It’s okay daddy, now Mimi can come next time” she tells him.

If there’s one thing about Ava, it’s how much she hates sadness. Unless it’s from her. Then it’s perfectly okay. She hates sadness so much, she particularly had a dislike for the character from Inside out. Until you had to explain to her how sadness is something that is okay and needed from time to time, Like in the movie.

After her round of affection towards Harry, she emplaces herself into his lap.

“Daddy. Mommy.”

You both hum an answer.

“It looks like a hot dog” she eyes the dog while it trots down the sand.

“It does huh?” Harry answers, brushing her flyaways back. All while you laugh into your palm.

Your hands feel tingly when you wrap it around Harry’s neck, pulling him into you. His head lays against your shoulder.

Definitely a vacation to remember and cherish.

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jisungsmochi · 3 years ago

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favorite crime - na jaemin

this is the second installment for my SOUR series! you can read jeno’s one here!

a little bad boy!jaemin x troubled (?) but still a ‘goodie goodie’ reader // strangers to friends to partner in crime to strangers again :/

word count: 7.2k

summary: “It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you”

who would have ever thought that, jaemin, the quiet boy you met in detention, would become your first love? getting involved with his shenanigans was probably the worst thing you could have done in your life. you were lucky enough to love someone like him, someone who excited you, scared you, and most of all, loved you back. but what happens when his actions suddenly have consequences?

a/n: this summary sucks but i liked writing this alot,, explains why it took me so long to write it oops.

tagging the bestie: @skrtbabe

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

as you walked into the near-empty classroom, you made a beeline for the closest seat to the window. if you were going to be stuck in detention for two hours, you might as well have a nice view. you let out a short sigh to yourself, one hour and fifty eight minutes to go. the supervising teacher was lazily marking her class’ essays, completely choosing to ignore the entrance of na jaemin. he gave her a subtle scoff before stumbling past the desk, making his way to sit behind you. you heard him roughly place his bag onto the surface of his desk. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look back and see what he was up to. jaemin was always a mystery to you, and to everyone else in the school. despite keeping himself away from the majority, people had quite a lot to say about the boy. you heard rumours that he got stabbed (which you didn’t believe at all) but your classmate, haechan, insists he had video evidence. if anything, you don’t think you had ever spoken to jaemin in your entire life, but that was all about to change.

thirty minutes into detention and you were beyond bored. everybody was either catching up on school work or trying their best to not be caught on their phones. you opted to staring out the window, eyes following the movements of a particular butterfly. eventually, the butterfly decided it was time to leave your line of sight, causing you to let out a short huff. you heard a soft chuckle, belonging to the previously silent boy behind you. you slowly turned to face him, his eyes immediately latching to meet yours. he had his chin perched on top of his right palm, a cunning grin on his face. you gave him a glare,

“what are you laughing at?” you faintly whisper to him. this caught him off guard, he didn’t expect you to sound so stern.

“an explosion is about to happen” you grew to be more confused, what is he talking about?

“wha-“

“i’ll be right back! s-stay where you are!” your teacher suddenly blurts out, rushing out of her room as fast as she could. the rest of the students all looked over at eachother, some even opting to leave detention entirely.

you turned back to the snickering boy, who clearly had something to do with it.

“what the hell did you do?”

“put laxatives in her coffee” your jaw dropped, how the hell did he manage to do that?

“w-what’s wrong with you?”

“what’s wrong with you? learn to live a little” he suddenly stood up, slinging his bag across his body. his eyes still stayed on you, silently asking for you to follow him. this was one hell of a first impression. you weren’t sure what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself trailing behind na jaemin like a lost puppy as he led you both out of the school gates. he didn’t speak much to you, aimlessly walking to wherever the hell he needed to be.

“so what did you get into detention for?” he suddenly asked you, causing you to stiffen. you weren’t a stranger to getting into trouble, your short temper often being the root of your issues. but you weren’t exactly the most comfortable talking to new people.

“ah you’re a bit shy? i’ll start then, i stole lee haechan’s clothes after gym practice” he smirked to himself, feeling some sense of pride.

“that was you? he was running around school butt naked because of you” you couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of seeing two full ass cheeks after your history class.

“that’s what he gets for claiming that he has proof i got stabbed? which is ridiculous by the way” jaemin shakes his head before coming to a complete stop. you slightly bump into his right shoulder, quickly stabilising yourself before looking at the quiet cafe infront of you.

“hungry?” you nodded in response, following him into the cafe. he seemed to have known some of the workers, earning you a free croissant and hot chocolate.

“so, i told you why i got into detention, now it’s your turn” he chimed, clearly entertained by having you as company.

“i punched kim yuna in the face” you slightly cringed at your own words. you weren’t the one to be physical in your confrontations, but this girl really struck a nerve.

“sheesh, i saw her earlier, you gave her nose a good bruising, i must say” he couldn’t help but find the entire thing entertaining. this was so odd to you, every person that had witnessed it, thought you went crazy. but here jaemin was, laughing at the situation.

“you think this is funny?” you asked curiously, rather than in a judgemental manner.

“well yeah, i don’t know why you did it, but she probably deserved it” he shrugged, taking a bite of his own pastry. you felt your shoulders begin to relax, infact your entire demeanour had changed. jaemin was the only person that didn’t push you to admit your faults and apologise. he didn’t need to know the whole story, he just took your words for what they were.

the next hour consisted of you and jaemin, sharing stories on some of the mischievous things you had gotten up to in the past. from small things like setting off stink bombs during an exam, to running from the mall cops after stealing a pair of pants from a store. jaemin liked your reactions to his stories, at first your face would be full of shock, then turn into some sort of enlightenment. he found it quite endearing to watch. he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

“need me to walk you home?”

“i don’t need you to do anything for me” jaemin just smirked at your response,

“but i wouldn’t mind if you did”

“ah i see how it’s going to be”

“what do you mean?”

“our relationship, it’s going to be very push and pull” what on earth was he on about?

“you got that from just spending a few hours with me?” jaemin nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“i think we’ll be spending a lot of time together” was all he said back. if you had told yourself earlier that day, that you’d become na jaemin’s partner in crime, you’d punch yourself in the face. but this was only the beginning.

from that day onwards, you would purposely seek out jaemin’s presence. whether it be you walking to the most isolated parts of school, or simply trying to get into detention in the case he was there again. as a result of the laxative prank, jaemin had earned a two week long suspension. you had caught wind of this information from the school’s chatterbox, haechan. you’d think after being humiliated by jaemin, he’d keep his name out of his mouth.

you decided to visit the same cafe you accompanied jaemin to, incase he was hanging out there. you weren’t sure why you wanted to be around him so much. if anything, you were more at risk of getting another detention, or becoming a social outcast. but you were going to take those chances.

as you entered the cafe, your eyes scanned near and far for any sight of the black haired boy. you were about to give up, when you heard a voice,

“stalking me now?” you immediately froze, too nervous to turn back. you felt jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, slowly turning your around to face him.

“i-i no it’s not what it looks like-“

“it’s fine, you must have missed me, no?” he let a cocky grin land on his face. you just rolled your eyes, ready to walk right back out that door.

“let’s get up to some trouble today” he gripped your wrist gently, dragging you out of the cafe. he didn’t let go of you, once again, you were aimlessly following him. why did you let him do this to you?

jaemin wasn’t too much of a talker, he tended to try and speak with his eyes. you found it interesting, the way he expected you to know exactly what was on his mind. he eventually stopped walking after reaching an abandoned building. you were beginning to feel slightly anxious, noticing that the sun was slowly setting and the breeze was getting cooler. jaemin plopped his carry bag on the concrete floor, you heard clinking sounds erupt from the bag. he moved to pull out a few spray cans.

“ever graffitied?” you shook your head,

“not spray painting, but i’ve drawn some not so pleasant pictures in the bathroom stalls” you shrug as he handed you a can of bright yellow spray paint. he slightly chuckled at your anecdote, which made you look down at the ground.

“well you won’t get in trouble for messing up this place”

“what is this place anyway?” you start to shake the can, watching as jaemin started spraying onto the blank wall.

“somewhere i come when i don’t feel like going home” you weren’t sure if you wanted to press him to elaborate, so you just nodded, beginning to spray a random design of your own.

jaemin found hanging around you quite amusing. you were always up for anything he wanted to do. you seemed so cheerful about the simplest things, and never pushed him to explain the questionable things about himself. you were a lot different than the people he would usually surround himself with. but like many things in na jaemin’s life, they often went sour very quickly.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

jaemin had asked you to accompany him to the abandoned building one night. you were half asleep and freezing to death as you approached his car. it was quite beat up, making you worried,

“is this thing even safe to be driving?” you groan as you wrap yourself in your large puffer jacket. jaemin had previously insisted you bring a sleeping bag and pillow. you chose not to question it, too tired to argue back with him.

“don’t disrespect my sweet ride! be grateful i didn’t make you walk in the cold” he scoffed before starting the engine. the car ride was fairly quiet, you were drifting in and out of sleep, in which jaemin noticed. he thought you looked so peaceful, so he tried his best not to make any sharp turns or run over many speed bumps. in a matter of time, he parked the car, gently wiggling your shoulder. you woke up instantly, feeling his cold hand on your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows before following him out of the car. he led you to the same wall you both had graffitied on before, but this time, it seemed to have become a complete picture.

“i wanted to show you this! isn’t it cool?” he gleamed, pulling you to his side, slightly rubbing your shoulder to warm you up. you quickly ignored his touch, focusing back on the wall. it was a mirage of different doodles and words that must have meant something to jaemin.

“this is amazing, you did this all by yourself?”

“yeah, i really wanted to see your reaction”

“what does it all mean?”

“it’s kind of a representation of what goes on in my mind? i’m not the best with expressing my feelings with words, so i decided to let it out on this wall” jaemin spoke with such ease, his voice filling your ears with warmth. he pulled you closer to him when he saw you shiver,

“care to share?” you slightly joked. jaemin never got too deep with you, so you assumed he would brush the comment off. but he just stares back at you, his eyes piercing into your own. you held your breath as he leaned in closer to you.

“sure thing” he slowly leads you back to the car, turning on the heater as you both wrapped yourselves in sleeping bags. you were huddled up in the back seat, your head leaning on his shoulder as he played with his fingers.

“i never had an outlet for my imagination. my parents weren’t the most warm or loving people in the world. i barely remember anything from my childhood, except for the unpleasant memories. when i started hanging out with some of the older kids, they showed me the ropes of their crew. they taught me how to graffiti, how to carve things with a pocket knife, you know, basic seventh grade stuff” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t laugh. instead you placed your hand over his, feeling the coldness shoot through your body.

“i-i don’t like showing how i feel. because i think it makes me weak, or pitiful. that’s a bad way of thinking, but i can’t help it. so i let out my frustrations here, by either spray painting or smashing random things. it’s nice to get it all out” he stops speaking, his posture suddenly stiffening. you lifted your head from his shoulder, forcing him to look over at you.

“i’m here to listen to you. you don’t have to result to destroying things in order to reveal your feelings. you can just talk to me next time, okay?” you assured him, tightening your grip on his hand. jaemin just nodded, his eyes faltering from yours. why were you so considerate towards him?

“wanna know why i punched yuna in the face?” you saw jaemin crack a smile, nodding frantically.

“she said some things about my family, how they only took me in because they felt sorry for me. see, i’m actually a foster kid, my real parents weren’t in the ‘right state of mind’ to take care of me. well, in the eyes of the law atleast” jaemin didn’t know how to respond, opting to pulling your head back into his shoulder.

“i know she was just trying to rile me up, my foster parents aren’t terrible. but hearing those words just struck a nerve. how can people be so judgmental?”

“that’s just life, love. everyone will always have their own opinions, but it’s up to you, on how to respond. or you can simply choose to ignore them, it’s always worked for me” jaemin started tracing small patterns on the back of your hand, feeling his eyes become drowsy.

“but i don’t want to always ignore my problems. i want to be able to face them, how else will i grow as a person?” you sighed,

“we grow each and every day, most of the time we don’t notice. you’re doing better than you think. sure, you’ll grow up soon enough, you’ll develop your own identity, but for now, enjoy the moment. don’t care too much about what others think, this is your life to lead” jaemin looked down at you, feeling a warm sensation reach his heart.

“for someone who doesn’t like speaking his mind, you sure give some great advice. promise we’ll be there for eachother?” you pull out your pinky finger from his grip, watching as he blinks for a few seconds. you sensed some hesitation, but blamed it on him being tired. eventually, jaemin linked his pink with yours, sealing it with a gentle press of his lips. you couldn’t hide how flustered you had gotten, burying your head in his chest as he started stroking your hair.

“thankyou for being with me tonight” he mumbled as he felt himself fall asleep,

“anytime”

sometimes jaemin would leave you hanging for days on end. at first you would get concerned, mainly for his own safety. you were never sure what he got up to in his spare time, and to be honest, you didn’t want to know. but after a certain amount of days, he would pop back into your life that nothing happened, as if no time had passed. today was one of those days. he was sitting on your bedroom floor, flicking through your history notes. you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him, he looked so peaceful.

“you’re so much smarter than me” he huffs, scratching his head as he closed your notebook.

“no way, i’m pretty average. you’re more street smart than i am” jaemin perks up at your words,

“i guess i am huh” he smirks to himself, making you slightly smile.

“i can help you study if you want, you need a pass, right?” you scooted over to him, sitting so that your shoulders brushed against eachother.

“well yes, technically. but passing doesn’t secure i’ll get into college. not that i can even go” he shrugs, eyes focused on his rings, beginning to fiddle with them.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t have the grades, my parents barely have any money saved for my college fund. i don’t have a job, you see the issue here?” you sensed him stiffen up next to you, this topic clearly striking a nerve within him. you placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it,

“you know college isn’t for everyone. i’m sure you will be able to live a good life” jaemin knew you were trying your best to cheer him up. but these were constant thoughts and struggles he had been dealing with for what seemed like a lifetime. he knew you would never fully understand, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that.

“y-yeah, i’ll be fine” he sighs, linking is fingers with yours. you worried about jaemin so much, it slowly began to take over your mind. you caught yourself thinking about him more often, how you wanted to be there for him during his dark times. but jaemin always shoved off the idea of getting too deep with his emotions. sure, he trusted you with most things, but there was always a thought in the back of his mind. you were way too good for him.

“what is this?” you smiled brightly at the boy standing across from you. he was leant up against your locker, gift bag in his hands, shoving it towards you.

“a token of my appreciation for our growing friendship” you chose to ignore the last word, your feelings towards jaemin still being undecided.

you slowly open the bag, your eyes landing on a small box. you furrowed your eyebrows, before opening it.

“t-this is beautiful, jaemin. how did you afford this?” you gasped, pulling out the shiny necklace from the delicate box. it was a silver chain, that sparkled under the light at just the right angle. there was a small pendent latched onto it, a butterfly.

“don’t worry about that, do you like it?” he grinned at you, taking in your ecstatic reaction,

“of course! i cant thank you enough!”

you pull him into a warm hug, arms tightening around his torso. jaemin chuckled softly, bringing his arms to wrap around your frame, slowly swaying you side to side.

“being there for me is enough, i promise”

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

the following few days, jaemin went MIA again. you were beginning to become annoyed by his lack of communication. you wanted to believe he was gone for good reason, but something in your gut sensed something worse was happening. that’s when you decided to go to the abandoned building, remembering he often went there when he wanted to be alone. not having a car of your own caused many issues in your life. like right now, you were huffing and puffing once you hopped off your bicycle. you quickly set it aside, making your way to the building. before you turned to the main corridor that you met jaemin in many times before, you heard hushed voices, one belonging to the boy in question.

“we need this deal done asap. no excuses” a deep voice echoes through the building. you couldn’t get a good look at them without being caught, so you remained hidden behind a huge slab of concrete.

“b-but what if they think i’m scamming them because i’m new?” jaemin squeaked. you had never heard him so worried before.

“well you better think of some way to get them to buy, we can’t risk anymore losses. take this as initiation into the big boys club” what the hell was going on?

soon enough, the small group of men had left the building, walking past the concrete slab you were hiding behind. you let out a sigh of relief before rushing to jaemin. his eyes widened at the sight of you, part of him wanting to yell at you for being so stupid.

“what are you doing here?!” he was mad.

“i could ask you the same thing” you scoffed. jaemin suddenly became quiet, eyes avoiding yours.

“what’s going on? and i want the truth. the whole truth” he just sighed, dragging you back to his car. you folded your arms, in disbelief from what you had heard prior.

“i-i’m helping them with some deals okay? it’s just a side hustle to get some cash, i want to get out of this town. this is the only way”

“what are you dealing? drugs?” you gasped, watching as jaemin snapped his neck to face you.

“yes, it’s not as bad as you think-“

“not as bad? they’re literally part of a gang. do you know what happens to people who don’t seal these deals?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“i know the risks. but i’m desperate. i just need enough to buy an apartment in another city and finally start my life” jaemin doesn’t know why he’s bothering trying to explain this to you. he brushed his fingers through his hair roughly, letting out a groan as he did so.

“when i said there are ways for you to live a good life, i didn’t mean deal drugs. i meant get an apprenticeship or something! literally anything but this”

“there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. i already swore i’d do this deal. i need the money. you wouldn’t understand” jaemin struck back, feeling attacked by your words.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? i-i can’t do this. come back to me when you’ve come to your senses. this is stupid and you know it” you rush out of his car, causing jaemin to trail behind you as you stumbled to find your bike.

“come with me” you stopped in your tracks.

“pardon?”

“come with me to the deal. i-i don’t want to go alone” he says barely above a whisper,

“you’re crazy if you think i’ll follow you like a lost pup-“ jaemin pressed his lips on yours, hands stuck to your waist, gently rubbing your sides as he deepened the kiss. your words became jumbled as he continued to kiss you. as much as you wanted to argue back with him, feeling his lips on yours was only something you had experienced in your dreams.

“please” he whispered, pulling away from you momentarily.

“o-okay” you whispered back, hands now on his shoulders. jaemin smirked with pride before pulling you in once again. he led you back to his car, dragging you into the backseat. he began trailing kisses down your neck, erupting a pleased sigh from you. and just like that, you were wrapped around his silly little finger.

you were now seated in the passenger seat of jaemin’s busted ass car. your nerves were off the charts, and so were his. you had never seen him so anxious before, he was breathing in quick successions and couldn’t stop shaking.

“just get it over and done with...okay? get in and get out” you try your best to ease his nerves but how much could you really say? you were encouraging him to commit to a drug deal, this was not how you expected your friday night to go.

jaemin just nodded, clutching onto something in his jacket pocket. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your hair as he did so.

“thankyou for coming with me” he mumbled. you just nodded, trying to ignore your intense gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. he led you by your waist into the noisy bar. you kept your head down, allowing jaemin to gain sight of the clients. he didn’t let you approach the group of men, so you tried to distract yourself with a random fruity cocktail from the bar. it wasn’t enough to push aside your worries.

after what seemed like hours, you caught sight of jaemin, who seemed like he was in a rush. he quickly scooped you away from your seat, swiftly leading you out of the bar. before you could even open your mouth, he interjects,

“no time for questions, get in the car now” he harshly shoved you into the passenger seat. now you were more worried than before.

“what the fuck is going on?!” jaemin didn’t answer you, starting the engine of the car. before you could press him any further, the same group of men rushed out of the bar, eyes scanning for the boy next to you. this wasn’t good.

“may or may not have given them the wrong amount...nothing a little hide and seek can’t fix!” jaemin tried to laugh it off, but you knew he was equally as scared. his dingy car wouldn’t start, adding to the panic in the atmosphere. the group of men were already in their own vehicle, approaching jaemin’s car rather quickly.

“fuck fuck fuck” he began shouting, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the car hurled forward. in a matter of time, he was speeding down the street. he probably ran a couple red lights and a few stop signs, but he wasn’t fazed. you on the other hand, were about to throw up. jaemin kept taking sharp turns to throw off the car chasing you, he barely looked back. you were terrified in this moment. anything could go wrong, one wrong turn, and it could all be over. soon enough, he stopped right outside the all too familiar abandoned building. he was out of breath, the adrenaline still present in his system. you were completely frozen, still in shock at what had occurred.

“wasn’t that riveting?” he smirked. he fucking smirked?

“are you kidding me? that was fucking insane. d-don’t do this again. i don’t want any part of this anymore” you began tearing up, feeling your heart pump out of your chest. jaemin’s face dropped as he tried to hold your hand, in which you pulled away immediately.

“t-take me home. please.” he didn’t say anything back to you. he respected your wishes and took you home safely. you didn’t even want to think about the punishment he would receive from the gang for messing up the deal. the only thought of your mind was your own safety. jaemin risked your safety this time around. you would have done anything for him, but in this moment, you were beginning to regret it. na jaemin was trouble. and you needed to stay away from trouble.

staying away from na jaemin was harder than you thought. subtle glances from across the classroom or school courtyard wasn’t doing you any good. so you sought refuge in the library. somehow he managed to find you there too.

“y/n, please, talk to me” you continued to read the novel you weren’t interested in, trying your best to remain angry. he sat across from you, pulling down the book from your face, eyes begging to meet yours.

“there’s nothing left to say” he just sighs, never seeing you be so stubborn.

“i know what i did was wrong, i shouldn’t have put you in that posit-“

“can we please not discuss this here? where anyone can hear us?” you quickly interrupt him, pulling him to the school parking lot. out of habit, jaemin led you to his car, opening the passenger side door for you. you got chills as you sat in the seat once again, the memories flooding back.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have brought you into it. i just didn’t want to be alone...you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.” jaemin could barely look at you, too embarrassed of being vulnerable.

“you know how i’m against what you’re doing. and i know i can’t change your mind. i just can’t keep worrying about your safety. it hurts me knowing that you could get hurt one day” you began sniffling, which made jaemin’s heart ache. he pulled your face to meet his own, staring at your soft features. he slowly guided his fingers to wipe away your tears.

“don’t worry too much about me, love. i’ll be just fine” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that, you were dragged right back into his arms.

“be careful” you whispered against his lips,

“always”

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

jaemin wasn’t careful. not in the slightest. he showed up at your window, hands clutching to his lower torso area as he stumbled into your room. you hushed him to be as quiet as he could but you immediately knew something was wrong. he practically fell to his knees, soft whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth. you quickly moved to turn on your lights, taking a better look at the boy in pain. your eyes travelled along his face, covered in scratches and bruises.

“you good with playing medic tonight?” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. but you were not having any of it. you pulled him into your bed, allowing him to lay on his back. he had an array of cuts over his body, including a large gash on his lower lip. you swiftly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your not so impressive first aid kit, but it would have to do for now. you tried your best to disinfect what you cold, until you reached his torso. you saw there were specks of blood leaking onto his t shirt, which made you more worried than you were initially. jaemin just sighed, lifting up his shirt slowly. your eyes were glued on the painful wound plastered on the right side of his body.

“d-did someone stab you?!” you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes. how could he be so stupid?

“n-no, its just a cut, it’s not even that deep” he tried to play it off, but the moment you pressed the cleansing wipe onto the wound, he winced.

“stop playing the tough guy. i hate when you play tough guy” you groan, trying your best to tend to his wound. jaemin watched as your expression changed from one of concern, to annoyance.

“hey, don’t be mad at me, okay?” he brought his hand to hover over your thigh, gently stroking his fingers on the surface.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, trying his best to sit up, but you immediately pushed him back down. you moved to lay next to him, allowing yourself to finally look him in the eyes.

“i can’t always be here to take care of you like this, jaemin. as much as i want to, there are going to be times where i just can’t. you have to understand that”

“of course, i didn’t expect you to be my personal nurse or anything. i just don’t want you to leave” his words sank deeply into your thoughts.

“i-i won’t leave”

“thankyou. i promise i will take you out and we will have fun. like old times. we can go on a road trip, or even that stupid homecoming dance you keep talking about. i’ll do anything to make it up to you because i ca-“ he immediately stopped himself, clutching his side.

“just get some rest, we can continue this discussion another day. goodnight jaem” you just sighed, turning on your back to face him. jaemin didn’t know why he couldn’t finish his sentence. he does care about you. more than anyone else in the world. but why couldn’t he just say it?

you on the other hand, were too busy imagining your future with jaemin. would he be there as your partner in crime for life? or was he just someone passing by to teach you a lesson? you weren’t too sure you wanted to find out.

“y/n, principal lee wants to see you in his office” your economics teacher informed you during class, eyes of classmates following you as you left the room. you swore you hadn’t done anything remotely mischievous lately, besides snatching a cheat sheet for the upcoming final.

“ah yes y/n, please take a seat” principal lee invited you into his office. you tried your best to stay focused on the stubby man in front of you but you couldn’t ignore the two police officers standing to the side.

“you wanted to see me, sir?”

“yes, these officers are here to ask you some questions. don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. they just need some information for their investigation” he explains as best he could, shifting the conversation over to the two officers.

“as principal lee mentioned, we just need information. are you comfortable with us asking you a few questions?” you slowly nodded, hands beginning to clam up.

“we have reason to believe your friend, na jaemin, has been involved in an incident that occurred last thursday. he claims he was present with you that night. can you confirm this?” you immediately froze. you swore you didn’t even blink. that was the night he came to your window, all banged up a bruised. but you couldn’t tell them that part. so you went with a variation of the truth,

“yes, he was with me, we often study together and watch movies on thursdays.” you tried your best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to draw any more attention.

“have you noticed anything odd in his behaviour lately?” you knew they were just following protocol, but you weren’t prepared for any of this.

“not really. he is quite reserved naturally, but there hasn’t been anything too alarming, in my opinion” the officers just nodded, scribbling down your words.

“thankyou for your time, if we were to need any more statements from you, would you be okay with that?” you simply nodded, wanting nothing more than to get back to class.

“great, we’ll be heading off now, thankyou principal lee, and y/n” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. what in god’s name happened that night?

“why were the cops coming out of the office? did you do something?” your friend, jimin asked you as she rushed to your side.

“n-no, they were asking about jaemin” you sighed. you didn’t want to tell her much, knowing she wasn’t his biggest fan.

“y/n, you have to stop hanging out with him so much. he’s bad news. i mean, he’s got the cops questioning you? is that someone you really want to be with?” you knew she had your best interest at heart, but she didn’t know jaemin like you did. no one did.

“don’t talk about him like he’s some pest in my life. he makes me happy, okay? i’d do pretty much anything for him” you huff, beginning to walk away.

“but would he do anything for you?” her words made you stop in your tracks. she was right to question that. god, even you questioned it sometimes. would he?

And now every time a siren sounds

I wondеr if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

jaemin insisted he take you to the homecoming dance — he even pinky promised you.

“jaemin! i’m so excited for tonight, what time are you coming by?” you excitedly squeal into the phone, making jaemin slightly chuckle.

“uh love, i-i don’t think i can make it tonight” you felt your heart drop.

“what? why?”

“i have some business to take care of. i promise you i’ll take you out soo-“

“i think you should stop making promises you can’t keep. hope you have fun doing whatever you’re doing” you immediately hung up, wiping the stray tears from your face. you quickly pulled yourself together. showing up alone to the homecoming dance after you told your friends you were going with jaemin, was probably one of the most embarrassing things you had ever experienced. they all felt pity for you, dragging you to dance, trying to get you to forget about jaemin. but nothing was working. you were beyond disappointed, partially in yourself, for believing he could actually keep his promise.

the moment you got home, you saw someone sitting on the steps just outside your front door. you let out a loud sigh, hoping he heard everything. you wanted to push right past him and go to bed, but jaemin trapped you in his arms. you felt something was off about him. he was stiff as a board, he didn’t say anything to you. you finally got a glimpse of his face, his right eye was swollen and there was a slight gash on his cheek. you immediately gasped, all your anger towards him had fizzled away.

“w-what happened?” you barely whispered, bringing your hand to the side of his face. jaemin winced as he felt the touch, quickly pulling away.

“finally got what was coming” he tried to laugh it off, but he knew you weren’t going to laugh back. instead, you allowed him to follow you to your room, hoping your parents were fast sleep.

jaemin slowly made his way to sit on your bed. you felt like he had something else he was hiding from you, but your main focus was yet again, tending to his wounds.

“i’m getting some real déjà vu right now” you sighed, cleaning his face. jaemin tried his best to not move, but everything stung. he really got it bad this time.

“i’m sorry for breaking my promise. i know how much the dance meant to you” he softly muttered, eyes avoiding yours.

“i-it’s okay”

“no it’s not! you do so much for me, and i couldn’t even do this one thing for you. i feel so shitty. why do you even keep me around? i’m deadweight and that’s trouble for someone with wings” he scoffs, replaying harsh words he had heard from others in the past. you slowly plucked away the medical kit, turning to face him properly. (a/n: not me using a quote from the show ‘panic’)

“you’re not deadweight...you’re a good person, jaem. you’re good to me, that’s what matters” you gently push away the stray strands of hair that covered his forehead. he smiled at your touch, leaning into your palm as you brought it to cup his cheek.

“i love you”

you almost choked on your own saliva...he loves you?

“w-what?”

“yikes, not the response i was hoping for” he yet again, tried to relieve the tension with a joke. but you weren’t having any of it.

“can you be serious for one minute in your life? you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to freak out! i mean, do i love you too? of course i do! i would be stupid not to, but jaemin, you cant just spit that out of nowhere!” you began pacing around your room, which made jaemin smile even wider.

“well i just did. and i mean it” he stood to meet you, standing in the middle of your room as he held your shoulders in place.

“s-so what happens now?” jaemin hesitated for a moment, did he just ruin everything?

“we can’t be together”

“pardon?”

“i-i can’t do that to you. i can’t let you be with someone like me. i’m constant danger. the cops are going to get me one day, and i don’t want you to see it happen” he started rambling, you were barely understanding anything.

“this makes no sense. you’re telling me that you love me but you can’t be with me? why would you do this to me?” you started sobbing,

“i-i don’t expect you to understand. i just needed to tell you before...” he paused, pulling you closer to him. but you pushed yourself away. you didn’t want to hear anymore but forced yourself to listen. you needed answers.

“before what?” you gritted through your teeth,

“before i leave” your eyes widened, tears stopped flowing for a moment. you couldn’t make out any words, allowing jaemin to explain,

“i cant stay here, not in this town. i need to go somewhere else. somewhere they won’t find me. somewhere i can start over” he sighed, sitting back down on your bed.

“take me with you! we can go tonight, i don’t care where i am, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay!” you begged, pulling out your duffel bag from under your bed. but jaemin quickly gripped your wrists, pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

“y-you can’t come with me. it’s not fair on you, or me. i want you to have a better life, a life with no regrets. you have so many goals, i can’t hold you back from them. i won’t” he insisted, holding your hands in his as he pleaded you with his eyes. you weren’t thinking straight, everything became so overwhelming.

“why are you doing this to me? i cant do this without you! i cant get through all of this without you. please don’t leave” your hands began to shake. jaemin brought them to his lips, placing soft pecks on each knuckle in an attempt to calm you down.

“you can. i know you can. because you’re you. an incredibly loyal, intelligent and courageous person. you don’t need me. if anything, i need you more” he smirked at the last part. you kept shaking your head, not believing anything he was saying.

“just promise me one thing?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that your foreheads touched.

“don’t forget me. don’t forget all the things we got up to. i had so much fun with you, more fun than i’ve had in my entire life. i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. i love you, okay? i’ll always love you” finally, he kissed you. his hands dragged to your waist, rubbing over the soft skin. you shined into the kiss, partially still upset with his departure.

“can we just have one last night together?” you pulled away, wiping away the rest of your tears. jaemin softly nodded, pulling you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“thankyou for being my partner in crime. i’ll miss you” he sighed, gently scribbling random doodles on your arm with his fingers.

“i miss you already. maybe one day, we’ll meet again? i don’t know, am i being silly?” you didn’t want him to answer, afraid he’d break another promise.

“you’re not silly at all. we’ll see what life has planned for us” he responded. that was enough for you. you’ll leave it up to fate. you were just happy you were spending one last night with the boy you loved so dearly.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

you awoke the very next morning in an empty bed. your heart sunk, knowing jaemin was gone had finally hit you. your eyes drifted to where he once was, landing on a piece of paper.

‘go to the building for one last goodbye. i hope you like it.

- jaem <3 ‘

you quickly got changed and rushed there as fast as you could. would he be there to bid you farewell? you weren’t betting on it, but was still curious as to what he had to show you. you made your way into the building, your eyes cascading over all the graffiti. finally, you saw exactly what he left for you. he painted over the mural you both worked on. it had been replaced with a painting of a butterfly. its wings were all different colours, you could tell he spent ages on it. you finally reached the bottom of the artwork, a small inscription was engraved,

‘for the one with the wings, keep on soaring’

“so cheesy, i hate it” you joke to yourself, smiling at his words. this was his final gift for you. as you admired the painting once again, memories of all your little adventures came rushing back. everything you did together seemed like an eternity ago. although you wished you had confessed to him sooner, or kissed him harder, you knew that he was gone for good. jaemin wasn’t the time to keep many promises, so you’ve learnt. you started to put your faith in the universe. if you were meant to be, then you would meet again. but for now, you were content with everything you had gone through together. you were grateful to have known someone as amazing as jaemin, and you would never take that for granted. you only hoped he would do the same, no matter where you both were in life. you hoped you could both grow wings and soar through life without any regrets.

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