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[thatshiscigar]

Future Business Partners

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Request: Can I request a rafe x reader where the reader’s dad is business partners with Ward and they want to show their oldest kids (rafe and reader) what they do and they meet through a meeting at the club while golfing and maybe the reader isn’t great at golf so rafe helps her and it’s fluff!’

Warnings: mention of drinking, usual rafe/ward dynamic

Word Count: 1.9k

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Your family had known the Cameron’s for some time now, seeing as Ward and your father were long time business partners, but somehow you never really got to meet them. They were like this entity that never left your life. You knew Ward and your father were very close, and the Ward also had a son, who was around your age. Your dad told you little things about the business when you were younger, but nothing important enough to hold onto for your teen years. But, your father decided it was time for you to seriously learn about the business. You were his oldest, and he was confident you would be a great leader to honor his name.

You spent a majority of your life hearing about the Camerons, and the young man that was supposedly going to be running the business one day. You of course had seen pictures of the Cameron boy, and you can’t lie, he was easy on the eyes. You sure as hell wouldn’t mind working with him in the future. But first, you had to meet him. Your father and Ward has organized a day where they would showcase the next faces of their businesses. You, your father, Ward, and Rafe were set to meet at a country club for a day filled with drinks, “adult talk”, and stupid club games. You can’t say you were excited, but you sure weren’t dreading it.

You and your father arrived at the country club in a black Range Rover. Employees rushed to your passenger side door to open it for you, and you stepped out, glad to be breathing in some fresh air. You and your dad walked to the gate of the club, meeting the two Cameron men there. You all shared hellos, and handshakes, greeting each other and making good first impressions. When you got to Rafe, your actions faltered. You stuttered your hello, taking in his beautiful appearance. Rafe was certainly taller and more handsome than the family photos on Facebook led you to believe. He took your hand in his.

“Pleasure to finally meet you!” You said cheerfully, hoping to make him forget about your previous awkward introduction. Rafe brought your hand up to his lips, lightly kissing it.

“The pleasures mine, Ms. (Y/L/N).” He flashed you one of his signature smirks, making your insides melt.

Rafe knew he was going to make you his. He liked a woman in charge, and if you were going to be the next head-woman of your dad’s company, he didn’t know how he would be able to handle you being his business partner. The way your sundress hugged your hips gave him way too many ideas.

“Alright, well let’s get this show on the road! Mr. (Y/L/N) and I will be at the bar, and you two will be playing golf. Rafe, go show (Y/N) to the golf clubs.” Ward made authoritative eye contact with Rafe. It almost made Rafe flinch, like he was scared of him. It was definitely a contrast from the cocky and cool Rafe you had just seen.

“Yes sir,” Rafe said lowly, as if he didn’t want to anger his father. You knew that there was something wrong with their dynamic, but, this was your first time meeting them, what did you know?

Rafe led you to the golf clubs. There were so many to pick from, you didn’t know where to even start. Rafe picked up on your cluelessness after he selected his pick.

“Need some help?” His original, flirtatious tone was back. The question pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to whip your head around to his direction. He was leaning on his clubs, the sun hitting his face just right.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you started.

“I just don’t really know how to pick out the right ones.” Admitting you needed help was not an easy task for you, but something about Rafe made you feel safe, like you could be yourself around him, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.

“Have you ever been golfing before?” He questioned. You shook your head no

“What?” He sounded astonished.

“You’ve lived in Figure Eight all your life, and you’ve never gone golfing?”

“Nope, not once,” you agreed.

“Well then, it looks like you’re going to need a teacher.” He shot you that smirk again. Your stomach fluttered at the idea of Rafe teaching you. Excitement and nerves blended themselves together, leaving you clueless as to what you felt. Rafe helped you pick what clubs you needed. He asked you what your dominant hand was and how tall you were, and that seemed to be all the criteria he needed to get clubs that fit perfectly in your hands. You slung the golf bag over your shoulder, Rafe following suit, and went to the golf carts. You guys hopped in, and started the cart. You were both sitting very close to each other, and whenever your thigh bumped against Rafe’s, you saw his grip tighten on the wheel, almost turning his knuckles white. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the effect you had on the boy.

“So,” Rafe said, cutting the silence.

“If your dads anything like mine, all he does is work, like, all the time.” He looked to you for a moment before looking back to where he was going. You thought for a moment before responding.

“Yeah! I mean, it’s all for the family’s well being though, I don’t mind it, I guess.” You lowered your voice at the last part.

“Right,” Rafe replied, same tone as you.

You were lying. Of course you wished you dad wasn’t so occupied with work. You missed him, and all he did was work. He let it swallow him whole. Even fun little outings like this were related to work. You didn’t want your future to look like this. You were sick of it, but you kept your mouth shut. Your father was so proud of his work and he couldn’t wait to pass it on to his pride and joy, you. Rafe knew your emotions, without you having to voice them. He understood your thoughts and struggles that came with having a life like this. You guys arrived at the course and Rafe parked the cart.

“Alright,” Rafe started as you guys reached the starting point.

“Your first lesson starts now.” A cheesy smile crawled onto his lips. He moved to show you how to correctly hold the club.

“Ok, this hand goes here, and this one here, like this.” He placed his hands on top of yours, his arms wrapping around your torso.

“Like this?” You turned your head to him, and you could’ve sworn you saw Rafe’s eyes flick down to your lips. He smiled.

“Yeah, like that,” he said over a breath. He cleared his throat, and stepped away from you, regaining his composure.

“Now just,” he mimicked your stance.

“Swing.” Rafe fake-swung.

You focused on the ball, raising your arms in the air. You followed his actions, and you swung.

“Attagirl,” Rafe said sharply.

The ball went flying, the both of you intently watching it go. The ball landed close to your target, and you bust out into cheers.

“That was good, right?” You half-cheered, half-questioned.

“Yeah! That was great (Y/N)!” He reached out for a high five, which you delivered. It was a short touch, it was basically over as it started, but Rafe wanted more. He wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to someone who understood what he was going through. Someone who could listen to his problems and relate. He needed to be with you.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of stolen glances, lingering touches, and many, many, flirts. He couldn’t get enough of your smile whenever he cheered you on, or when you got the ball in the hole, or when your hands grazed over each others as you walked together. He never wanted your smile to leave your face.

The day was winding down, the sun was setting at the crickets started singing their nightly song. You didn’t want the day to end, you had finally met someone who didn’t wave off your problems as “rich girl problems”. You found someone who understood.

As you and Rafe drove back to the club on the golf cart, he rested his hand on your thigh. Your eyes darted towards his hand, then you looked up at him.

“Y’know, I had fun today.” He gave a light squeeze to your skin, sending shocks all over your body.

“I did too,” you smiled at him. He quickly looked at you, and shot you a smile back. His thumb started to draw irregular figures on your thigh. You got used to his presence there, and your nerves cooled. In a quick burst of confidence, you grabbed his hand from its spot. You interlocked your fingers with his.

Rafe was always sleeping around, and had felt the embrace and touch of many girls, but none quite felt like this. Just a little hand-hold had him weak. He had only known you for a day, but you felt like home to him, and he never wanted to leave. Rafe slowed the speed of the cart, just to prolong the time you two had together before you got back to the club.

The moment Rafe had dreaded was here. He pulled into the club, and parked the cart. You were still holding hands, neither of you wanting to move. You stroked your thumb along his knuckles before you started speaking.

“When am I going to see you again?” Your voice was low. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Any time you want, princess,” Rafe brought your hand up to his lips, just as he had done earlier that day.

A tension had arose from the simple action, and it was just a matter of time til one of you acted on in. Rafe couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to kiss you. He cupped your cheek, and when you didn’t move away from him, he knew it was okay. He eagerly leaned in, not saying to waste another moment. You gladly welcomed it, kissing him back with the same passion and need. Your arms moved to drape over his shoulders, while his hands found your waist, bringing you closer to him. You broke apart for air, resting your forehead against his. You let out a giggle at this whole situation. You just met this dude today, but here you were, making out with him in a golf cart. But you didn’t care. You liked him, a lot. He made your insides turn to mush and he made your knees weak.

Rafe had been waiting for someone like you for a long time. Dealing with his fathers harsh and manipulative teaching was getting too much for him to handle, then you happened to pop into his life. He didn’t plan on letting you know, but you helped him out that day a lot more than you know.

Rafe had found his one, and if you were going to be his business partner in the future, he definitely wanted to take over Cameron Construction.

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[alittleoptimistic]

Psychic For Hire

A Buzzfeed Unsolved Fan fic

Summary: Shane is a psychic for hire working in LA, and sure, he’s a fake, but at least he's telling people what they need to hear! That is, he thought he was fake. But after a strange accident, he begins to have the oddest dreams... Meanwhile his old friend Ryan is researching his next greatest supernatural horror novel in the underbelly of the LA psychic scene and wondering how on earth you convince someone they actually might be psychic for real?

Trigger warning: violence, car accidents, dead people

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Chapter One

The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. Her hair hung in thick, dry tufts on her white blouse, unnaturally red. She was a forty-five-year-old divorcee who wore several rings. Her ear piercings were stretched out like taffy, weighed down by gaudy diamond-shaped earrings. Her voice trembled. “ Jayson ? That’s my- that’s my son! How could you-”

He screwed his eyes shut. “-he wants to tell you he’s... alright. He’s not in any pain. And-and to not worry about…” He opened his eyes and peered at her quizzically. “The game?”

Ms. Snyder wiped her eyes, and he handed her a tissue that was conveniently on hand. She dabbed away, careful to keep from smearing her eyeliner. “I-I missed his last baseball game. And then when he didn’t come home, gosh... what kind of mother doesn’t go to their kids' baseball game...”

“Hey.” He caught her shaking hands and laid them in her lap as gently as he could. Her skin was soft and manicured, the lines in her palms deep. “He forgives you. Do you hear me? He loves you and he knows how much you love him.”

Her lip trembled. A watery sort of smile attempted to find room amid the trembling, and she gave a little embarrassed laugh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d get so emotional.”

“It’s alright. Of course, you would. He’s your son.”

She nodded once, and again. A deep breath. “Thank you, Mr. Madej. I needed to hear that.”

Shane patted her hand and closed up the notebook he’d had out. It was covered in nonsense scribbles from a small pencil he held in his hand. “Ah,” He waved his hand, “Call me Shane.”

Ms. Snyder sniffed and smiled. “Well, thank you, Shane. That was… astonishing. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure- I just needed something. Some-”

“Closure?” he offered.

She nodded. “How much do I owe you?”

Shane smiled and took out his cellphone, credit card slider already embedded in the charging port. He named his price and she swiped her card.

As she stood up, straightening her clothes, she took another steadying breath. And then quietly, almost to herself. “Goodness…”

Shane stood and led her to the office door.

He conducted sessions in a small portion of his house closed off by glass doors and windows. He called it his office. It was painted in calming shades of white and brown. Very ‘live, laugh, love’. It might have been used as a parlor or a piano room if anyone else had lived there. There was an abstract painting against the back wall that resembled a beach, and fake reeds sprouted from a tall skinny vase in the corner. There was a coffee table between two armchairs and a couch. It could either have been a nice waiting room or a therapist’s office if not for the red neon sign through the blinds in the street facing window. PSYCHIC

Shane opened the glass door and walked her to the front door of his home. “It was wonderful to meet you, Ms. Snyder. If you ever need anything else, you call me?” He pointed at his business card in her hand.

Ms. Snyder nodded. “I’ll do that.”

“And,” He lowered his voice, although of course there was no one else to hear. “Be careful. I know you live a bit of a distance. If you do ever decide to visit another, ah, advisor, I would highly recommend keeping to the list of recommendations I have on my website. They are good people. But there are a lot of not-so-nice people in LA.”

Ms. Snyer blinked at him, almost surprised, and she relaxed even further. There. If there had been any reservation left, she had abandoned it. She trusted him. He had her. “Oh, I’m aware. Thank you. I appreciate the honesty. Your… your gift is incredible.”

Shane smiled, lips tucked in. “It is what it is. And you are very welcome. Now have a-”

There was a knock on the door, just as Shane reached to open it for Ms. Snyder.

He paused, confused. He didn’t have any more appointments today.

Ms. Snyder made a small noise. “Oh dear, I don’t mean to keep you.”

“I don’t think it’s another client,” Shane said, brow furrowed. “Could be an old friend of mine, but he’s not due to get here until tonight.” Shrugging, he opened the door.

Shane was correct. It was Ryan.

Standing on the bottom step, tapping on his phone, stood a young man Shane remembered well, although he had not seen him since, what, graduation? He was older, of course, than Shane remembered. More of substantial weight to him (not that Shane was saying he was fat, cause he wasn’t. Ryan just looked… grown-up. Solid. A man now, not the gangly kid he used to be). But Ryan stood in the same, slightly nervous way, bouncing on his heels.

Ryan looked up. “Shane! God, are you taller ?”

Wonderful. “Nice to see you too. Ryan, this is Ms. Snyder. Ms. Snyder, Ryan. We were roommates in college. Ms. Snyder is a client of mine.”

Ms. Snyder cocked her head, clearly interested, and shook Ryan’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you! What brings you to town?”

Ryan opened his mouth. “Actually, I’m writing a-”

That was far enough. “Here, Ryan, why don’t you come inside? Ms. Snyder, until next time?”

“Oh, yes!” She shouldered her purse. “Most definitely. I’ll leave you two to catch up!” With that, she clickety-clacked in her heels to an inordinately fancy car and drove away down the street of the average, nice, modern neighborhood Shane lived in.

Ryan, joining him on the porch, watched her go. They squinted out into the bright California sun.

There was a beat of silence which Shane didn’t try to break, hands in his pockets.

“Dang.” Ryan finally spoke. “Got her wrapped around your finger. What’d you do, tell her she’s gonna win the lottery?”

Shane hummed. “I told her her son forgives her for staying home with a hangover instead of going to his baseball game the day that he died in a car accident.” He picked at the stitching in the neckline of his sweater.

Ryan blinked. “Holy frick, dude.”

“In nicer words, obviously.” He looked down at him. “I thought you weren’t supposed to get here until tonight.”

“Sorry. I’m a fast driver and then I didn’t see the point in hanging out in an empty hotel for hours.”

Another non-committal hum. And then Shane shrugged. “Okay. Cool. Do you want lunch? I haven't eaten yet and there’s a Cuca’s nearby that is frankly divine.”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah! Sure.”

It was odd, how very natural it felt to talk to him. It was like it was just last week they’d been sitting on the floor grumbling through papers they should have written days earlier. And yet here was this distance, years of time spent only occasionally interacting through Facebook likes and Instagram comments.

“Let me grab my wallet.” Shane ducked back in the house, and Ryan trailed in after him. He busied himself searching for his wallet in the kitchen drawers, and pretended he didn’t notice Ryan blatantly snooping, eyes wide.

He popped his head into the kitchen, Shane’s ‘office’, the bathroom, the living room. It was only when he started to knock over one of the fake plants that Shane gave him a look, wallet, and keys in hand.

Ryan stood the plant back up. “Sorry. Just, this is… a really nice house.”

Shane gave him a closed smile. “Thank you.”

“No, but like, really nice. Like, how the heck do you afford this?” Most people might be embarrassed to ask a question like that. Ryan wasn’t and Shane wasn’t offended.

He got this question a lot actually. There was an idea people had in their minds of what a psychic was supposed to be. Creepy little offices in a run-down track mall next to a nail salon that doubled in sex trafficking, or a creepy booth at a carnival with crystals and incense and blah, blah, blah. Shane’s business wasn’t like that. He was clean and shaved and dressed in a brown sweater and he let his clients drink from his Starbucks espresso machine while he told them what they needed to hear. The less he was associated with thieves and liars, the better.

He shrugged. They walked outside, down the steps, and simultaneously got into Shane’s car. “You get in with the right people, the right customers, being a psychic brings in the big bucks. Besides, LA is superstitious as hell.” Shockingly so, Shane thought sometimes. It blew his mind how many hundreds and hundreds of dollars people were willing to give up to hear him spout off some nonsense.

And that’s what it was, of course.

They sat in a red leather booth at the restaurant and the plastic fabric protested loudly as they slid inside. It was past the lunch rush and the place was relatively empty, decorated with colorful paintings of wild animals, sculls, Christmas lights, the distant sound of Spanish radio, banging pots, and the rapid-fire speech of an employee in the kitchen. The food would be delicious, as it always was.

Usually, Shane could hardly wait.

But there was a pit in his stomach, a deep sort of twist that kept him stiff and ready to stand. Was he nervous? Was that what it was? But Ryan didn’t make him nervous. In fact, Ryan only increased exponentially Shane’s ability to be the calm one in comparison to Ryan.

Ryan dipped a chip in salsa and raised an eyebrow.

“So it is then? Just-, just you know, fake.”

Shane looked at him for a long moment, contemplating whether or not he was actually posing a serious question. “I mean, yeah. What else- you seriously think I can talk to dead people? I see the future? I look into the oogly-googly beyond and-”

“Well, fine, not you specifically!”

Shane chuckled. “It's fake, Ryan. I've seen it all. It's all fake.”

Ryan thought about this. He didn’t seem particularly enthused, which Shane would have expected. But Shane wasn’t going to lie to him. There wasn’t any reason to sugar coat it.

Ryan’s voice was quiet. “Last time I talked to you, you wanted to be a magician.”

“Last time we talked I was a dumbass. You can’t make money in LA as a magician. Well, you can. I just didn’t.”

Ryan stirred a chip, ate it, and chewed thoughtfully on the inside of his lip. “So that’s it then? You’re a con-man.”

Shane sat back. He didn’t invite Ryan to stay with him just to be judged. “Says the ‘true paranormal sightings’ author!”

“First of all, I write fiction based on fact, which is not conning."Ryan wrinkled his nose. "It’s just entertainment and research. You are actively lying to people.”

That hurt. A lot. He didn’t need this and on top of that, Shane honestly disagreed. Yes, he was lying to them constantly, but Shane didn’t hurt them! He was telling people what they needed to hear! He gave them closure when there was no other place to turn. And yeah, so the psychic part was rubbish, but it worked! It worked for his clients, and it gave him enough money to own a nice home and a car and gave him the option to eat out twice a week if he felt like it. “It’s better they come to me than to some tiny hovel where some witch will tell them they have to live on butter if they want to survive through the next year. Or worse, make them come back for a reading over and over until they're bankrupt just because they’re grieving and hardly in their right mind.”

Ryan paused at this. “People really do that?”

“Yeah! Happens all the time. And stuff like the stupid butter thing! Made local news. ‘Lady Eats Nothing But Butter to Avoid Death’. She didn’t die but she got super sick.”

Their food came and they took it mutely, neither looking at each other in the eye. Maybe things weren’t quite like how they used to be. Or maybe they were always this way when it came to this subject; a little tense, ever since Ryan told him he honest to god believed in ghosts, all the way back in sophomore year of university. Shane had reacted… less than ideally, he’d admit. It wasn’t his place to judge people, and he was far better at that now than he was at eighteen, but he just couldn't compute how otherwise perfectly sane people could believe in such ridiculous things. Unless they’d been tricked, of course. And he’d rather it be a nice trick, if it came to that, than an evil one.

Shane sighed. “Look, I don’t want to argue about this. You emailed me , remember? I’ll let you see what it's like to be a ‘real life psychic’ or whatever. But I’m not going to play pretend with you. You’re not a client and you can do whatever you want to make yourself happy, but this is just how the world works.”

The knot in Shane’s stomach wound tighter, and he couldn’t imagine eating. He wasn’t hungry anymore. There was something in the air that pulled at his skin, tugging him, making his entire body feel tight and fragile and horrible. His stomach felt sick all of the sudden, and he set his fork down with a rattle of metal on porcelain.

He must have eaten something weird.

“You alright, big guy?”

He hummed. His head buzzed. He took a sip of water. “Yes. Sorry. I started feeling sick for a second there. It’s a little better now.”

Ryan’s face relaxed from indignance into concern. “Shit, dude. Did you ea s.”

Ryan was not put out by the shortcut meal. Shane paid for them both quickly, before Ryan could object, and they took their to-go boxes into the car, setting them on the sun-warmed dashboard. The feeling didn’t go away, even as they eased onto the main road and took a left toward Shane’s house.

“I’ll drive,” Ryan offered. He kept side eyeing Shane. “You look really pale. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Shane didn’t answer, too busy trying to not throw up. This was the worst timing. “I’m fine! It’s fine. Just drive!”

“If we need to pull over-”

“Look at the road, Ryan!” Shane’s stomach lurched again. He rolled down the window frantically as the buzzing in his head became so loud he could hear nothing else.

Then it happened.

He remembered it later in bits and pieces, everything in slow motion. Ryan, mouth open, a hand stretched toward him, looking at Shane, and more importantly, not looking at the truck that barreled toward them. The tacos flew in the air, cheese, and lettuce like dust in a light beam. Shane saw it all in his side mirror, his head out the window. He wasn’t fast enough to pull back inside.

With shocking strength, the truck plowed into the front of the car. Something burned down Shane's legs and then he was flying. There was the sky, the ground, the sky.

The ground.

He woke up to the sound of an ambulance and the smell of vomit. Above him, sunlight trickled through layers of green leaves.

His brain felt like it was stuffed with sand. He struggled to move and found he could, but a hand pushed his shoulder into the ground. Ryan, above him. He was bleeding from a nick on the shoulder, but otherwise looked alright. He was shaking, eyes wide and red. This was gonna traumatize him forever, poor thing. Ryan was so sensitive when it came to danger. He didn’t mesh well with it...

“Can you hear me? Shane? Jeez, Shane, you’re bleeding-”

“S’okay.” Shane managed. He didn’t feel like anything was broken. He tried to wiggle his fingers and toes. They wiggled just fine. He blinked a few times. His whole body hurt. How did he get out of the car? Something in his brain wasn’t lining up, and he couldn’t quite figure out the missing piece that brought him onto the sidewalk in this idyllic, old neighborhood. The light was too bright, the colors too loud. The siren wailed. Shane tried to sit up again. It wasn’t that bad. He was okay. “Why’d you call an ambulance?”

Ryan made some reply in a high pitched shriek that Shane couldn’t understand. There was the siren again. People stood around him now, telling him to stay still, to not move. Why were they being so uptight? He didn’t even feel that awful. They didn’t need to make a whole dumb fuss. Shane remembered glimpses of the ambulance and the people poking and prodding him.

He was tired. He should sleep. Shane closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sound was gone.

The world was tangibly silent, unlike anything Shane had ever experienced. It felt like noise had never existed in the first place, like he was in space, free-floating in the nothingness of eternity. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his throat. He sat up. Moving through the air felt like moving through thick, thick water. His arms trembled to keep him upright. The ambulance either moved so quietly and smoothly he didn’t notice it, or they’d stopped. Everything was slippery to the eye. He couldn’t see enough at once.

The light was a dull, fluorescent sort of blue, even though he remembered the sunlight from outside ought to shine inside. He should be frightened also, but Shane wasn’t. A dead calm lay over him like a thick blanket. Even if he wanted to, Shane didn’t think he could summon any kind of reaction. Moving was hard enough, and it was like whatever was pressing in on him, pressed inside him as well.

It took longer than it ought to have to notice the people lining the walls of the ambulance. A pregnant woman. A young boy. A very old man. There were several more unfamiliar people around the room, seemingly random paraphernalia, all staring at him stanchly. Something was very wrong about them, and Shane didn’t know what it was. He tried to open his mouth and break the god-awful silence, but when he spoke, there were no words. This didn’t surprise him, to be honest. The pressure only increased, begging him to lie flat once more.

After a long moment, Shane gave in and his arms buckled. He slammed into the pallet he’d been placed in. The pressure surged, pressing him deeper and deeper into the plastic. He could feel it stretching under him, his ribs creaking. It was going to push him right through the pallet, Shane realized. He screamed silently, terror rushing back to him as the pressure finally forced him into the pallet. He watched the plastic melt around his arms, his body, his neck, his face. He couldn’t see.

Their heads were on backward.

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[lost-your-memory]

I have another prompt for my dear! please could i have a college au where cat and kara are room mates who are secretly dating and Cat’s parents surprises them. please can you include the line “for gods sake put on some pants kara.” NC x

It took FOREVER to finish this (one night, one day and almost half another night) but I hope you like it. It’s full AU, Cat & Kara are about the same age in this fic (around 23 & 25yo probably), I took a lot of liberties (Cat might feel a little OOC, I’m not happy about it but since they’re young ... why not?) and I added a twist at the end for the actual line of the prompt. Careful, it’s rated E Thanks NASCAR anon for this prompt! 

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“It’s perfect!”

Kara’s excitement echoes in the apartment.

“Of course it is! I lived here, until a week ago …” Lois replies, sounding amused. “Now, the thing you have to know about this perfect, cheap rent-controlled, three-bedrooms apartment with the real pine-wooden floor, the high ceilings, the many windows that let in as much sunlight as possible …”

Kara narrows her eyes at her friend, sensing that there’s a catch coming.

“… Is that it comes with a roommate.” Lois finishes with a smile.

It’s a cartoon worthy scene; Kara’s jaw all but drop in astonishment. Lois doesn’t even look sheepish, Kara absentmindedly notices. If anything, she looks almost smug, as if proud of her little prank.

“I’m not taking it,” Kara flats out declare, grabbing her backpack and moving toward the door. “I can’t believe I got my hopes up, I should have known better.”

“Hey, what does that even mean?” Lois calls after her, sounding outraged. “Hey! Kara, come on. You know you won’t be able to afford anything else as nice and as close as everything you want.”

That makes Kara pauses, because it’s nothing but the truth.

The apartment is spacious, luminous, close to everything she needs and it even has a small garage next to the building where she could park her bike. Not to mention that the cheap rent is nothing short of a miracle, especially in this neighborhood.

Kara hesitates, hovering near the entrance. She quickly studies her options. Alex did tell her she was welcome for as long as she needed but she knew her sister’s patience was starting to grow thin, especially since Lucy came back from her semester abroad and was now living with her. Lena would be more than happy to have her but the situation in between them was still a little weird and beside, Kara didn’t want to risk stumbling upon either Lex or Lillian Luthor. Winn would be over the moon but her exuberant friend would be too much for her in less than a week, she could bet her weight in potstickers.

“I hate you,” Kara mutters under her breath. She needs a place to stay and this apartment is her best option, she knows it. Turning around, she glares at her friend “Why didn’t you tell me about the roommate in the first place?”

“I knew you needed to see the place, first. It’s a really good place, you know?” Lois gestures around, encompassing her surroundings. Kara can only nods because the large living room full of bookcases already feels like home, just like the all-equipped American kitchen on the other side of the place, with an island that has stools in front of it.

“Still. Not cool,” Kara mumbles and this time, Lois does look a little contrite. “Anyway, where’s the roommate?”

“She’s abroad for the moment, she’ll be back in a week or so. I already texted her to inform her, she’s … Well,” Lois trails off, looking a little thoughtful. Kara narrows her eyes again. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”

Kara groans and rubs at her eyes.

“Meaning she’s not happy you trapped her with a new roommate in her absence. That’s just great, thanks a lot Lois.” Kara sighs, looking down to search for her phone in her backpack. “Who’s she, anyway? What does she do?”

Lois doesn’t reply right away. Kara finds her phone and looks up, following Lois line of sight and landing on a frame hanged on the wall, near one of the bookshelves.

“You have got to be kidding me … Your roommate is your ex?” Kara asks, stepping forward to study the picture.

It shows Lois on the left, radiant with a carefree smile and her dark hair wind-whipped around her head, looking down at a smaller, blond woman whose smile is a little more reserved but her hazel green eyes are lit up with joy and love. They look incredibly happy, standing close to each-others and with a jungle waterfall in the background.

“You’re moving in with my cousin and leaving me to deal with your ex? That’s a new low for you, Lois,” Kara accuses, turning an angry glare to her friend.

“Come on Kara, it’s not like that!” Lois retorts, sounding a little hurt. “Cat and I are still best friends. We broke up a long time ago, way before I met Clark …”

Lois glances at the picture and her eyes soften in a way that tells Kara she probably doesn’t know the whole story there.

“Does she know who I am?” Kara groans, because she doesn’t need more drama in her life.

“Not specifically, no. She knows you’re a friend of Lucy,” Lois replies. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to tell her, not right away at least.”

“Gee, talk about a poisoned apple …” Kara mutters, looking around at the splendid apartment that came with such a high price. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Yes … Cat’s the heir of a big, big law-firm. Her parents are … Well, loaded doesn’t even start to cover it. They’re all the way up next to the Kennedy, the Clinton or whatever rich family you can think of, when it comes to the level of wealth.”

“And that’s important because …” Kara prods, arching an unimpressed brow.

“Because that reaction, right there, slightly judgmental and downright provocative, will get you ejected in no time,” Lois retorts, rolling her eyes. “Cat’s family is very rich, sure, but she actually works really, really hard to get by on her own. The only money she accepts from her parents is for her birthday and at Christmas and I’m pretty sure she gives most of it to a bunch of charity association anyway.”  

“She works?” Kara snorts, disbelief clear in her voice.

“She does, yes. She’s a law student but she’s also taking a bunch of Business and Communication night classes, when she’s not tutoring or working as a part-time assistant for Perry White.”

Kara doesn’t say anything to that. She figures if the woman works so much, she won’t be around too often and maybe, maybe this arrangement will work.

“Alright. I’m taking it,” Kara sighs and she waves a threatening finger in front of Lois when her friend smiles victoriously. “However, this goes against my better judgment and don’t think you’ll get away with this so easily.”

“Sure, whatever you say, super puppy,” Lois replies with a laugh before handing over the keys and the paperwork.

—

“You’re the new roommate,” a voice comes from the entrance of her bedroom.

Kara doesn’t even startle. Instead, she finishes writing the line she’s started and then put down her pen, flexing her fingers to chase the slight cramp that threatens to spread.

Eventually, she looks up from her essay and falls into a pair of startlingly bright hazel eyes. It’s a little mesmerising, with golden sparkles swirling in it that somehow highlight the very faint freckles on her eyes and cheeks.

“I don’t know if ‘new’ is the right word,” Kara retorts, eying the woman standing in her door frame. She’s small but somehow, her presence is very commanding. She breathes power and authority, especially with the powerful black high-heels, the black pencil skirt and matching jacket opened on a crisp white shirt. “I’ve been living here for three months, now.”

It had been like living with a ghost, so far, and a fancy one with that. One that left leftovers sushi in the fridge, that drinks wine and seems to have a soft spot for dark chocolate, who dresses all fancy and sometimes forgets a pair of shoes, a shirt or a jacket in the living room, who stacks up books as if it was collector and who leaves a very strong, heady trail of spicy yet woody perfume behind.

Kara hadn’t minded in the least, glad to have the space for herself on the rare moments she’d been in. Still, her curiosity had more than once left her hesitating in front of the perfectly white door, devoid of any posters or decorative element in any kinds, that led to Cat’s bedroom.

Cat smiles, slowly.

She looks a little older than in the picture that still hangs on a wall in the living room. Her hair, of a distinct shade of golden blond, is shorter and barely brushes her shoulders now, lazily curling toward the end. She’s wearing makeup but it’s light, as far as Kara can tell. No daring lipstick, no pronounced contour or strong blush, it’s all carefully applied to give the illusion of something natural.

Kara leaves her desk and comes to stand in front of Cat, distractingly noticing she’s still a little taller despite the daring high-heels.  

“Kara Danvers,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “Pleasure.”

Cat looks at the hand and seems to hesitate for a moment. Kara doesn’t back off and waits, not looking away.

Eventually, Cat seizes Kara’s fingers and gives them a firm handshake. “Cat Grant. Likewise.”

After that, Cat leaves without a word and Kara takes a deep breath, inhaling the woody perfume that still hangs in the air.

—

“How is it going with this roommate of yours?” Lucy asks, handing a beer to Kara before sitting down next to her on the couch.

“It’s … civilized, I guess?” Kara replies, taking a big swing off her beer and slouching against the cushions with a heavy sigh. “She’s barely there anyway, it’s like living with a very clean ghost.”

Lucy laughs and Alex, sat on the floor next to Lucy’s legs, snorts.

“Cat Grant is many many things, but she’s certainly no ghost.” Lucy eventually replies, voice soft and gentle, and Kara glances at her.

“Right, you must know her, since she dated Lois for a while …” Kara recalls, before cheering as Alex manages to beat her record time in the car-racing video game she’s playing.

“I do know Cat Grant, yes,” the younger Lane nods. “She’s … well. I have no words to describe Cat Grant.”

That earns Lucy a curious look from Alex before the game starts again. Lucy seems lost in her mind for a little while but when she returns to the moment at hand, it’s with a warning in her eyes.  

“Piece of advice though, my sister broke Cat’s heart when she ended things with her and despite Lois insisting that they’re still best friend, I wouldn’t mention your cousin’s name around her.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Kara mumbles. “Aside from this one time where we officially met each other, I haven’t seen her.”

Lucy gives her a strange look but then Alex swears, loudly, and their attention is back on the game.

—

It starts with post-its.

Kara is in a hurry one day, she grabs the plate of leftover sushi to bring as her lunch and leaves a yellow note instead. It says “Sorry about the sushi, I needed lunch. I’ll buy you a fresh plate tonight.”

The same evening, she places a fancy assortment of sushi in the fridge and leaves a green post-it : “As promised; fresh from that shop you seems to like. I asked for your usual. Bye!”

The following morning, as Kara opens the fridge to grab the milk, she notices a post-it on the plate of sushi, but it’s blue. The handwriting is neat and precise “Thank you. Help yourself if you need the rest for lunch. C.”

It takes Kara totally by surprise. She was mostly expecting some kind of warning, a subtle “back off” kind of reply but the apparent easiness of this little exchange warms her heart.

When she comes back from her shift at the bar she’s tending every three nights, she places a bottle of fancy wine on the kitchen island and sticks a pink post-it on it. “Thanks for the lunch! I heard it’s good wine, let me know if you like it? Bye.”

The next afternoon, when she emerges, the bottle is gone but there’s a brown bag instead, with a yellow post-it. “The wine is actually one of my favorite, thank you. Potstickers? I noticed you seem to eat a lot of them … Enjoy. C.”

That makes Kara’s day.

—

“Movie night?” says the pink post-it on the coffee table when Kara comes back from her soccer practice.

She laughs and shouts across the apartment “I need a shower first, meet me on the couch in twenty minutes. Also, I’m ordering pizza, our usual.”

Kara pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls their usual place.

The man on the other side greets her by her first name and jokes with her about the last national soccer game score before telling her their pizzas will be there in half an hour. She thank him and writes “Pizzas will be there in 30 min” on a blue post-it, replacing the pink one on the coffee table.

Once in her room, she carefully add the post-it to her collection, in a notebook that’s already filled with colorful notes. She’s annotated each one with a quick context quote so now the little book is telling a story.

Kara smiles softly at the last note and then closes the notebook, already stripping from her dirty clothes before she jumps in the shower.

—

“I’m fine, Alex, I swear! It looked a lot scarier than it was, I promise,” Kara protests, swatting away her sister’s hand. “Stop fussing!”

Alex leans back and glares down at her sister, Lucy standing next to her.

“Scarier doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Alex growls, eyes flashing with anger. “I just watched you get hit by a car thrown at full speed, get ejected from your bike, fly across the road and then land miles away, right through the windshield of another car. It truly is a wonder you’re still alive!��

Kara looks a little sheepish at that but her stubbornness resurfaces instantly and she raises her chin.

“Yet, I’m perfectly alright and I’ll be out in two days. Now stop fluffing my pillows!” Kara pushes Alex’s hands away again.

“Wait until mom hears about this,” Alex threatens, storming out of the room after one last glance at her sister.

Lucy sighs and takes a seat by Kara’s medial bed. She doesn’t say anything, she simply watches and Kara slowly deflates under the unrelenting, watchful gaze.  

“I know. I’m being an asshole,” Kara sighs, finally looking away. She feels bad that she scared Alex and Lucy but honestly, she’s been through worse. “I just … I hate hospitals.”

Her voice is small and low. Lucy doesn’t say anything, she simply takes one of Kara’s hands in hers and squeezes. Kara squeezes back, grateful for her friend’s quiet presence.

“Oh my gosh, Kara!”

“Cat?” Kara looks up and sees Cat enters the room, a look of pure panic written across her face.

In all the months they’ve been basically living together, it’s the first time Cat’s not all perfectly put together. She looks disheveled, her cheeks have that red glow that comes from running against the wind and her clothes, a pair of casual jeans and a soft navy blue pull-over, are too casual and a little crumpled, not perfectly adjusted like always. Her eyes are ablaze with panic and adrenaline and Kara watches, a little enthralled, as the golden sparkles swirl and swirl and swirl around in the hazel irises.

“You idiot!” Cat shouts, striding forward and hitting the ground with more force than strictly necessary. That’s when Kara notices Cat isn’t wearing heels. “What the hell were you thinking!”

Cat stops on the other side of the bed, across from where Lucy’s sat and still holding Kara’s hand.

“Uh … I was just driving back to the apartment …” Kara tries to reply but the burning glare Cat throws her shuts her up right away.

“You could have died, you absolute, stubborn, ridiculous idiot!” Cat accuses and Kara shrinks a little in her bed, not understanding why Cat was so angry at her. “I was waiting for you for our usual movie night, but you didn’t come home. You weren’t answering my texts and it was getting so late …”

Cat takes a deep breath and Kara goes to say something but another glare dissuades her.

“I eventually texted Winn, thinking you were still at the bar, to ask if you were alright. Imagine my surprise when he instantly called me and told me you’ve been rushed into the nearest hospital, because you got hit by a car!” Cat all but yells the last few words, fury echoing in her voice and it’s suddenly too much because she’s pacing.

“I was already on my way when you sister called me, to let me know about the accident,” Cat adds and now she looks hurt. Kara doesn’t even know why, she doesn’t understand what prompted Cat to unleash like this. They’ve been getting close lately, verging on the line of best-friends really, but this categorized relationship doesn’t explain Cat’s outburst.

Helplessly, she stares at her roommate and notices the unshed tears gathered in the hazel green eyes. All of a sudden, Cat looks small, vulnerable and so impossibly lost, all Kara wants to do is leap out of her bed and hold her close.

She opens her mouth to apologize when a new voice echoes in the room.

“Kara! Thank God you’re alright!”

Clark rushes to her side and grabs her hand, already fussing around her like her sister did before, puffing the pillow, moving the plate of food and beverage around, checking the tubes and the machines gathered near the bed.

“I got so scared, when Alex called! What happened, who did this?” Clark points to the bandage around her head and then to the many strips on her collarbones and along her arms. He looks incredibly relieved but Kara sees the anger in his eyes, not knowing if it’s directed at her or at the person responsible for her injuries.

“Clark Kent? You … You know Kara?” Cat asks, looking stunned and a little confused. Kara winces and pushes her cousin away, ready to explain, when Lois makes her entrance.

“For the love of God, Kara, we got so scared! Don’t do that again okay?”

“Gee, what is it with you people, do you seriously think I did this on purpose? Stop telling me to not do that again, I’m not the one responsible for the accident”, Kara rebels and glares at everyone around, her eyes bouncing from Lucy, to Clark, to Lois and finally, they land on Cat.

Cat, who’s glancing between Lois, Clark and her, looking utterly hurt, betrayed even. Kara winces again and reaches a hand but Cat shakes her head no.

“Hey there, Kitty Cat!” Lois greets, sounding surprised and slightly uncomfortable, and Kara wants to disappear into the ground and to never face either Lois or Cat ever again. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”

“Believe or not, neither did I,” Cat retorts, curtly. Her eyes are flashing with hurt, anger and confusion. The golden sparkles are dimmed, in the darkness of her green irises and Kara shudders when the gaze focuses on her. “Of course, you’re related to Clark.”

“He’s … my cousin, yes. We’re … almost the same age, give or take six months,” Kara nods, knowing better than to lie her way out of this situation. Cat’s gaze is full of heat and Kara squirms.

“Is there a reason as to why you never told me about this particular relationship?” Cat asks, voice cold and collected, the green of her eyes darkening even more.

“Actually, that’s my fault,” Lois jumps in, looking very sheepish. Kara wants to tell her to shut up, to stop talking but of course, there’s no telling that to Lois Lane. Ever. “I told Kara you would throw her out of the apartment if you knew about her relationship to Clark. I advised her to … not say anything.”

Cat seems about to lash out again but before she can says something, she’s interrupted.

“What on earth is happening in here?” Alex asks, stepping into the room and glancing at all the people present. One look at Cat and Lois tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh,” Alex sighs. She takes a deep breath and then looks right into Cat’s eyes. “Cat, I’m sorry we never told you. It wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have played along with Lois idea to keep this relationship a secret and I’m truly, really sorry.”

A thick, stunned silence follows Alex’s apology. Cat looks thrown off, more than anyone else, but she manages to recompose herself.

“Thank you, Alex. I … appreciate that,” Cat accepts the apology and then gestures to Kara. “Please, take care of the stubborn idiot over there.”

After that, she exits the room without another words.

—

There’s no post-it waiting for her when she returns to the apartment, three days later. The place is dark and quiet and Kara doesn’t even need to check to know Cat’s gone.

She’s tried to reach out, through texts and calls, for the past three days but Cat is nothing if persistent in her indifference. Kara feels miserable and while it’s tempting to blame it all on Lois, she knows it’s her own fault.

She should have told Cat about Lois secret the moment they started being friends.

They’ve been so close lately, having regular movie night on the couch together with various sort of take-out, Kara showing up at Cat’s work after her soccer practice to pick her up and bring her home, Cat studying on Kara’s bed while Kara wrote her essays at her desk with soft music in the background, Cat dropping by at Kara’s bar, in between Kara’s shift, to have a drink or share some food, the many excursions they went through across town, the museums Cat dragged Kara to, the walks by the beach sharing an ice-cream or some candy flush, talking and laughing and debating about one thing or another.

Cat’s love for old books and the way she would sometimes smell like it, like dust and old pages, a scent Kara found familiar and grounding. Kara’s strange tastes in music and Cat’s mockery of it, a façade to hide the fact she was very curious and sometimes even liked the same things Kara did. Cat’s tendency to tidy everything and Kara’s messy self, their many arguments about a forgotten sweater or a pair of sneakers in the way. Kara’s terrible attempts at cooking and Cat’s irritated yet fond looks whenever she tried something new.

Cat’s warmth against her flank on the couch as they watched a movie. Cat’s way to adjust the collar or whatever top Kara was wearing before they left the apartment. Cat’s scent, heady and dizzying, so comforting, that still lingered on the couch long after she was gone.

Cat’s laugh, like a melody, a sound that meant home.

She never realized how much Cat had come to mean to her, until she was gone.

—

“Why so glum?” Winn asks, sitting down at a stool next to her. He looks a little concerned but mostly, his eyes have the glazed glow of someone who’s had too much to drink.

“Nothing,” Kara sighs, nursing her glass of Scotch and watching as Alex and Lucy dance together in the middle of the crowd. “I just … nevermind.”

“Feel lonely?” Winn supplies and Kara throws him a shocked glare, a little alarmed that her very drunk friend is still able to read her so easily.

“Come on. You’ve been mooning over that roommate of your for months now, it’s practically visible from space,” Winn rolls his eyes and then winces, apparently regretting the move. “I’m guessing she’s still not talking to you and … you miss her, am I right?”

Kara sighs, heavily so.

“Yeah, I do. It’s ridiculous, really.” Kara lets out a frustrated breath. “She’s … she’s Cat Grant.”

“What does being Cat Grant entails, exactly?” Winn asks with a frown, because of course he doesn’t see the point.

Kara finishes her drink and asks for another one before taking a deep breath.

“She’s … she’s so incredibly smart, in a way I still can’t exactly fathom. Her mind is quick and sharp, she manages to see the details in everything without loosing the big picture. She’s witty, too.” Kara chuckles, eyes sparkling. “Her sarcasm has this cutting edge that could probably freeze the sun but somehow, when she smiles … it’s like … it’s like … she is the sun itself, you know? It lit up her whole being from the inside, she just glows and it reaches her eyes. It always reaches her eyes when she genuinely smiles.”

Winn’s listening, eyes intent on her despite the drunken glaze.

“She’s incredibly proud. She doesn’t like when people just overlook her because her parents have money. She’s a real perfectionist, you know? Always pushing for everyone to be the better version of themselves, to never be content with just what they have and to dare reaching out for more. She’s doing it to herself, to the point it must be exhausting, I think,” Kara smiles, a little sadly. Cat never allows herself to just be herself. “She works really hard, in her classes, for the students she’s tutoring and even in her job. She never gives up. I’ve heard stories of how she’s treated in this newspapers … It makes my skin crawl everytime she talks about it, but she doesn’t even pay attention to it. She’s ambitious. So much, I swear one day she’ll be president or something.”

“Well, here’s one career path I didn’t even consider, until now …”

Kara swirls around on her stool, so fast she almost ends up on the floor but hands land on her hips and steady her. Cat’s smiling, a little smugly, and her eyes are bright with something Kara doesn’t even dare to interpret. She steps forward and invades Kara’s space, smelling like spice and wood, with just a hint of alcohol.

“Hey,” Kara whispers, dropping her eyes to her knees. “You’re … back.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” Cat replies, her voice low and a little hesitant now. She still has her hands on Kara’s hips and Kara feels her skin burn under the warmth of Cat’s palms, through her clothes. “I just … I … I missed you.”

Kara freezes and then blinks, a little helplessly. “You did?”

“I did,” Cat smiles, leaning forward. “I took a plane this afternoon and then came straight from the airport because Winn texted me, said you were here.”  

Kara glances at her friend but the stool he previously occupied was empty. Kara and Cat were all alone near the bar, save it from the coming and going bartender on the other side of it.

“How much of it did you hear?” Kara asks, swallowing hard under Cat’s focused gaze.

“Apparently, your mooning over me is visible from space …” Cat chuckles and Kara groans, hiding her face in between her hands and muttering something about killing Winn.

“Please don’t,” Cat whispers, slowly prying Kara’s fingers away from her face. “I’ve been … too scared to make a move. I didn’t know … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Kara looks up to meet Cat’s gaze. It’s so bright and hopeful, it takes Kara’s breath away.

“I did. I do. I …” Kara sighs, looking down again. “I should have told you about Clark, I’m sorry about that. I thought … I thought maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if you knew I was Clark Kent’s cousin. I know you and Lois have a … complicated story.”

Cat slowly removes her hands from Kara’s hip and the loss is jaring, it makes Kara shudders. Cat takes the stool Winn has just vacated and looks at Kara with sadness in her eyes.

“We … had, a complicated story. I’m not going to lie, she broke my heart when she ended our relationship but it’s not fair to put all the blame on her, as tempting as it is,” Cat explains with a slight chuckle. Kara arches a surprise brow but doesn’t say anything. “I … never told my parents, about Lois and I. Worse, I hid her, on the few times they came visit me. She …”

Cat draws in a breath and accepts the glass of wine the bartender places in front of her. She’s a regular in this bar where Kara sometimes works, the other bartenders know what she likes and they’re past the point of asking, they just go with it.

“As flawed as Lois is, as annoying as she can sometimes be, she never hid who she was and she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her, back then. I … I understand, why she broke up with me. We stayed friends, and I value her friendship a great deal.”

Kara tilts her head and looks at the way Cat plays with her drink. The deep burgundy beverage swirls in the glass, slowly, regularly, it’s a little fascinating.

“I got so scared, Kara. When Winn called me to let me know about your accident … I felt as if my whole world was crumbling. I was … terrified of losing you. I didn’t understand why, at first,” Cat says and there’s a tremor in her voice, hints of terror in her hazel eyes. “I might be a little … awkward, when it comes to feelings. Dealing with it has never been my strong suit and I’m a firm believer of bottling everything up and letting it sink somewhere safe.”

Kara slowly reaches and takes Cat’s hand in hers, brushing her thumb across Cat’s knuckles. She doesn’t say anything but with just a nod, she encourages her to keep talking.

“I found you in the hospital, all banged up, with a bandage on your head and everywhere on your body and I … I wanted to hold you, to feel that you were real, still alive and not going anywhere but I … I got scared, Kara,” Cat breathes, squeezing Kara’s fingers. “Of my own feelings, their intensity, the way it ruled every thoughts in my head, every decision I could make, everything. Clark was just … a convenient excuse for me to reject the blame on something else. I admit, I did feel a little betrayed that you didn’t tell me, but it’s not why I stormed off. It’s not the reason I left town.”

“Why did you?” Kara asks, softly. She thinks she knows the answer but she still needs to hear it and more importantly, Cat needs to say it.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Cat sasses, wanting to remove her hand but Kara holds on and nods. Cat nods too and takes another deep breathe, followed by a long swing of wine. It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to look Kara in the eyes.

“I … I think I’m … falling in love with you, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles, widely. “You think?”

Cat rolls her eyes and swats at Kara’s hand. “Shut up.”

“Aww, no,” Kara says, grabbing back Cat’s hand and pulling it close, placing it over her heart. Its frantic beats seem to surprise Cat and she stops struggling against Kara’s hold. “Let me talk. I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. I know I am. I have been in love with you for a long, long time now, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m no better than you when it comes to feelings, it’s a fucking scary thing.”

Cat gasps and Kara brushes her thumb against the hollow of Cat’s wrist. “I love you, Cat Grant. I love you, and I’m an idiot for not having said so any sooner.”

“You are an idiot,” Cat nods but there’s no denying the pure, unadulterated happiness that shines in her eyes as she smiles, genuinely, widely so. “You’re my idiot.”

Kara doesn’t wait and leans forward, kissing Cat with all she has and all she is. It’s soft and yet intense, tender but passionate and so incredibly intimate. Her hands move to hold Cat’s cheeks, cradling her close and keeping her there as she pulls back, a little breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the moment you fell asleep on my lap while watching The Empire Strike Back,” Kara whispers against Cat’s lips, earning a chuckle and an eye roll.

“You know I don’t like Star Wars,” Cat muses, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth.

“Liar. You love it,” Kara shakes her head and her laugh gets swallowed in another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, pressing. A hand tugs at the front of her sweater and she obliges, stepping up from the stool and invading Cat’s space to slide herself in between Cat’s legs.

A moan escapes the back of Cat’s throat and the sound sends a bolt of pure desire down Kara’s core, making her tremble a little against Cat.

“Wanna get out of here?” Kara asks, moving her lips down to Cat’s jawline and dropping a line of soft, sweet kisses alongside it.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cat groans and before Kara knows it, she’s being dragged outside by her girlfriend.

—

Nothing really changes.

They still have a movie night once or twice a week. Kara still goes to pick up Cat after her soccer practice. They still go to the beach and to the museums together, sharing ice-cream or candy flush. They still study together, listening to music. Kara still tries to cook on a regular basis, under Cat’s fond yet unimpressed gaze. They still argues about the clothes in the living room.

There’s just a lot of making out in the middle.

Sometimes, the movie plays on the TV but no one is watching. Books and essays lie on the floor, amongst the discarded clothes that tend to get removed very quickly these days. There’s hand holding whenever they’re outside together, sweet kisses and small gestures. They go to Alex and Lucy for game nights once a week and it’s comfortable, easy. They still argue and sometimes they even fight and they end up sleeping in their respective bedroom, until one of them caves and gets up to join the other one in the middle of the night. Cat goes to Kara’s soccer games and Kara makes the regular effort to attend some of Cat’s work events.

All in one, they work and it lasts.

—

“You guys are so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting,” Alex grumbles one morning, three months after the official start of Cat and Kara’s relationship.

She’s hovering by the door with a box of donuts and a cardboard trail full of coffee cups.

“Alex, do come in,” Cat smiles and opens the door a little wider for the older Danvers to step in.

“Is my sister even decent?” Alex asks, nervously looking around. She’s walked on them a few times already and she now knows better than to just knock and enter without answer.

“She’s getting dressed, yes,” Cat chuckles, rolling her eyes before eying the coffee cups with interest.

“Yes, one of them is for you,” Alex puts the donuts box on the kitchen island and hand over her non-fat, no whole milk, bulletproof latte to Cat. She looks a little nauseous as she picks up her own cup. “I don’t know how you can drink this, seriously.”

“Force of habit, I suppose,” Cat shrugs.

Kara bounces out of Cat’s bedroom and comes hug her sister before moving around to kiss Cat. It’s soft and sweet, brief but with just enough love to content Cat, who relaxes back against the kitchen island with a dreamy smile on her lips.

“Sickening,” Alex mutters but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You’re just jealous because Luce’s away for a few weeks and you miss her,” Kara rolls her eyes at her sister and opens the donuts box, already picking a chocolate one and handing it over to Cat. She then chooses a jelly filled one for herself. “Where is she anyway?”

“Paris, again,” Alex sighs. “Her environmental law firm is sending her to negotiate at a climate summit or something.”

“Our hero,” Kara smiles and she means it. It makes Alex smile too.

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Sure, let’s go,” Kara says, moving around to go pick up her bag in Cat’s bedroom. When she comes back, Alex is waiting for her by the door and Cat’s lingering near the couch, looking a little sad.

“Awww no, don’t be sad. It’s only three days, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara laughs, dropping the back on the couch to hug her girlfriend.

“Urgh. I’m gonna wait for you in the car, bye Cat!” Alex says, waving goodbye and then closing the door behind her, offering them some privacy.  

“I know, I know but I just …” Cat pauses, looking a little frustrated. Kara slides a finger under Cat’s chin and lift it, slowly.

“Tell me,” Kara pushes, looking into Cat’s eyes. She knows it’s still hard for Cat to deal with feelings, to accept and express them.

“I don’t sleep when you’re not here,” Cat whispers, looking small and vulnerable. Kara’s heart burst out with love and she leans in to kiss her girlfriend, long and hard. Hands tangle in her hair and a body she now knows by heart presses against hers.

“I love you, Cat Grant. I can’t wait to come back to you,” Kara says softly, randomly dropping a few kisses on Cat’s face. It seems to ease Cat just enough to make a smile appears.

“Please do,” she whispers, leaning forward to place her forehead against the crock of Kara’s shoulder.

“You know I will, Cat. I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me,” Kara replies, caressing Cat’s hair with one hand and stroking her back with the other. “I’m your idiot, remember?”

That makes Cat laugh and it’s how Kara knows she can go.

—

Kara climbs the stairs leading to their apartment so fast she almost falls a few time. She’s holding her bag, overthrown on one shoulder, with one hand and the other is keeping a bouquet of flowers upright. White lilies, Cat’s favorite.

She drops the bag at her feet and fumbles around to find her keys, barely managing to enter the right one in the lock when the door is thrown open in front of her. She’s expecting Cat but instead, there’s a much older woman in front of her.

“Hello,” says the stranger. “Who are you?”

The woman is smaller than Kara but the commanding presence is oddly familiar. She’s concealing her age fairly well but the creases on her forehead, the crinkles around her eyes and the defined veins on her hands are still giving it away. She’s wrapped in a burgundy ensemble, pants and a matching jacket over a black shirt and she’s wearing heels. Her pixie haircut hardens her features and highlight the dark green of her eyes.

“Uh … I’m Kara, and I live here. Who are you?” Kara asks, frowning at the stranger in her apartment.

“I’m Kat …” the woman says and Kara snorts.

“No you’re not,” Kara replies and the woman throws her an irritated look that’s all too familiar.

“If you let me finish … I’m Katherine Grant, Cat’s mother.”

Kara gapes and stares, unable to says anything. It’s definitely not what she was expecting to come home to.

“You must be … the roommate,” Katherine muses, looking up and down at Kara’s figure. “Are those flowers for us?”

“Us?” Kara repeats, entirely too lost to do anything else.

She’s coming back from a very intense soccer camp training, she’s exhausted, missing her girlfriend and the way this woman is looking at her with something like disdain in her eyes is grating on her nerves.

“My husband and I,” Katherine exaggeratedly articulates, as if she was talking to a dumb person. “I assume my daughter told you about our visit?”

Kara grits her teeth and counts to ten before she manages to plaster a smile on her lips and extends a hand.

“Actually, she probably forgot to tell me. I’ve been away for a few days and just coming back from a sport camp, but here,” Kara gives away the flowers. “I’m Kara Danvers and despite the awkward beginning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Grant.”

That seems to please Katherine because the faint shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s barely there but Kara’s taking whatever she can, especially since the 'meeting the parents’ situation didn’t start out so great.

“Is Cat around?” Kara asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“She’s on her way back from work, apparently,” a man’s voice echoes behind Katherine. Kara glances further in the living room and see a gentleman in a navy blue three pieces suit standing near one of the bookshelves. He’s taller than his wife, with distinguished features and metallic grey hair perfectly ordered atop his head. His eyes are of a grey-blue color Kara finds oddly comforting.

“Don’t stand in the way dear, do come in,” Katherine gestures for her to step in and Kara tries not to seethe that this stranger is inviting her in her own place. She grabs her bag and excuses herself to her bedroom.

She’s not used her own bedroom in months and it shows. Dust is gathering on her wardrobe, on her desk and on her bed night stands. It’s all too neat, too ordered for her taste. She searches for her phone in her bag and curses when she sees it’s out of power. She plugs it and unpack her stuff while it gathers enough battery to be launched again.

When it finally starts, it vibrates non-stop for about two minutes.

She has eight missed calls and twice as many texts, all from Cat.

“Uh oh,” Kara sighs.

She’s about to call Cat back when her phones goes off, Cat’s calling.

“Hi babe,” Kara greets, smiling from ear to ear.

“Kara, oh my gosh where have you been?” Cat’s panicked and short of breath. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Nevermind, whatever you do, don’t show up at the apartment tonight, my parents are in town and they didn’t announce themselves, as usual …”

Kara stays silent after that. She knows Cat’s still not out to her parents, they’ve talked about it and Kara knows Cat isn’t ready but after what happened with Lois, Kara was still expecting some kind of gesture. A step in the right direction. Something to hang onto. This, Cat lying to her about her parents dropping unannounced and asking her to hide until they’re gone, was not great.

The disappointment hurts, like a needle piercing her thick skin and reaching the sensitive part of her.

“You don’t say,” Kara retorts, a little coolly. “Your mother sounds lovely. I have yet to interact with your father though. What should I do, hide in the closet in my bedroom until they’re gone?”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line, before Cat speaks again. “You’re … home?”

Again, this isn’t the excited welcome Kara was expecting. Instead, Cat sounds terrified, slightly sick even.

“You know, sometimes I wonder … am I just a piece of furniture, to you? You sure as hell conveniently seems to forget that I live here, too,” Kara snaps, not handling her disappointment well. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bedroom.

She’s already dressed for it, casual jeans, a red hoodie beneath her leather jacket and she’s wearing her favorite pair of red converses to go with it.

“Nevermind Cat, I’m going to the bar. I wasn’t planning on working tonight but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Kara says, shortly. “Don’t wait for me, I’ll crash at Winn’s tonight. Have fun with your parents.”

Kara hangs up and grabs her keys, her wallet and pushes them in her pocket with her phone. She gets her motorcycle helmet and a backpack she fills with whatever clothes will work as a pyjama, some toiletries and then heads out.

“I’m sorry Mrs and Mr Grant, but I’ve been called out to replace one of my coworkers, out sick. Since I figured you’d like to have some time with your daughter, I won’t intrude that way. Enjoy your dinner,” Kara waves at them and exits her place as fast as she can.

In her pocket, her phone keeps vibrating but she just ignores it.

—

“She’s calling me now, please do something,” Winn says, sounding slightly terrified.

His phone is lit up with Cat’s name above a wallpaper that says 'Breathe and pick up’. It usually makes Kara laugh, but not tonight.

“Nope,” Kara says, ignoring the call and going away to clear some tables and takes a few orders.

“Still no progress?” Alex asks from behind him, and Winn shakes his head.

“I think Cat royally screwed up this time,” Winn says, sadness echoing in his voice. He’s known the Danvers sisters for a long time now and he’s been in their life long enough to recognize when the situation’s really bad.

“I agree,” Alex sighs, worriedly looking at her sister across the bar. “She’s not calling me though, I must be her very last resort …”

“Cat’s terrified of you, so yeah I’m pretty sure you’ll be the very last person she calls,” Winn laughs but it’s hollow, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“And yet …” Alex mumbles, raising her phone to show Cat’s name etched on it.

“Oh, whow,” Winn lets out a breath. “That bad …”

“Hi Cat,” Alex greets, placing her phone against her ear. She keeps her voice neutral and cool but her eyes are burning with anger.

Winn doesn’t hear what Cat says but the anger flaring up in the older Danvers eyes tells him it’s not good. It calms down pretty quickly though and Winn hears sobs, coming out of Alex’s phone.

“Cat … You did something terribly wrong, there’s no denying it. I know it, Kara knows it, you know it … What’s done is done,” Alex eventually speaks, voice low but clear. “What you can do is apologize. Make up for it. She’s not asking you to come out to your parents, she would never ask that of you. She simply doesn’t want to be or to feel like your dirty secret.”

Winn nods approvingly.

Cat speaks some more and Alex shakes her head.

“Give her some time to cool off, she’ll be back. Cat, I mean it. Do not try to push her, you’ll only manage to do more damage,” Alex warns. “I know my sister, she’s head over heels in love with you, she’ll come around.”

Cat must have asked for some reinsurance because Alex adds, fondly “She’s still your idiot, you know. Just, give her time, give her space.”

After that, Alex hangs up and Winn gives her a knowing look.

—

“Please, don’t leave me,” Cat asks the moment Kara steps back in the apartment, a week after Cat’s parents visit.

Kara’s thrown off by the unexpected greeting, by the vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice, the red rimmed eyes and the way Cat fidgets with her hands.

She’s standing next to the usual bookshelves in the living room and Kara distractingly notices the picture of Lois & Cat is gone. Cat’s wearing one of Kara’s university sweater, a pale grey hoodie with NCU blazon plastered in blue across the front. It looks too big on her but somehow, it still suits her better than Kara.

“What? No, I’m not here to breakup with you!” Kara frowns, dropping her keys in the usual plate on the small table by the entrance. She hangs her leather jacket next to the door and then turns around to face her girlfriend, who seems at a loss as to what to do.

“Come on,” Kara opens her arms and steps forward, inviting Cat in the embrace. She doesn’t need to tell her twice, Cat all but hurls herself at Kara and holds onto her for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, Kara I’m so sorry, I made a mistake, or a few …” Cat sobs against Kara’s shoulder and Kara feels fingers twist into the red fabric of her hoodie, tangling in it really. “I didn’t know … I didn’t want to … I’m …”

“Cat, look at me,” Kara pulls back just enough so she could meet Cat’s eyes. The hazel is dimmed, reddish and it’s all puffy but Kara still finds that Cat is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. “I know, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, and I believe you when you says you reacted poorly.”

Cat takes a deep breath and then shakes her head, hands still holding onto Kara’s hoodie.

“I never meant to make you feel like a dirty little secret, Kara,” Cat says, voice a little steadier. Kara doesn’t interrupt, her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s silhouette. “It was so very wrong and I am truly, really sorry about the way I treated you.”

“Thank you,” Kara nods, accepting the apology and acknowledging Cat’s efforts at offering one. “I know you panicked and you did tell me you’re not exactly good with feelings, I should have anticipated it. I’m sorry I ran away and gave you the cold shoulder for a while.”

“I hated it. Every second of it. I’ve missed you, Kara,” Cat whispers, resting her forehead against Kara’s collarbone and stepping in closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Cat. Just, don’t freak out on me the next time your parents are in town, okay?” Kara asks, lifting Cat’s chin and leaning in for a kiss.

It’s incredibly soft and tender, slightly hesitant too. It lasts for a little while but then Cat’s wrapping a hand around Kara’s neck and pulling her in closer, moaning into the kiss. The next thing Kara knows, they’re stumbling backward to Cat’s bedroom, clothes flying in every direction and greedy hands reaching for smooth skin. Cat’s whispering her name in a way that makes Kara’s knees go really weak but she still manages to sweep Cat off the ground, groaning at the way Cat’s thighs close around her waist.

“Bold move, my love,” Cat chuckles but her eyes are dark with lust and impatience and she leans forward to kiss Kara senseless.

“Hmf,” Kara’s replies gets muffled in the kiss and it’s not long before they’re finally falling into Cat’s bed, Kara’s hands already roaming Cat’s body, worshipping it really.

It’s been way too long since they hadn’t been intimate and there’s a certain tenderness into the way Kara takes her sweet time to kiss every inch of Cat’s skin, lingering on some soft spots and biting into some others, guiding Cat’s hands and murmuring words of love. Cat’s still clinging to her in a way that betrays her fears so Kara kisses her eyelashes and murmurs “I’m not going anywhere Cat. I’m yours, remember?” Cat looks at her with such awe and wonder in her eyes, Kara laughs and kisses her, loving her with everything she is, everything she has to offer, all the love she feels.

It’s very early in the morning when they finally fall asleep, tangled together in Cat’s bed.

—

“Cat? Cat sweetheart, are you in there?”

Kara jolts awake at the sound of Katherine Grant’s voice, coming from the living room. It takes a few seconds before the reality of that statement catch up with her brain.

“Cat! Cat wake up, your mother’s here,” Kara hisses, rolling around in the bed and missing the edge, falling on the ground with a loud thud and a swear word.

“Humpf,” Cat grumbles, grabbing a pillow and placing it over her head. Kara has never cursed the fact her girlfriend wasn’t a morning person so hard before. “Too early.”

“For fuck sake, Cat, wake up!” Kara groans as she rises up from the ground and looks around for something to throw on herself. She’s naked and if her memory serves her well, most of their clothes are still in the living room. She grabs a sweater that hangs from the side of Cat’s wardrobe and starts searching for some trousers or at least the very least, underwear.

“What are you doing up? Come back to bed,” Cat mumbles and Kara feels a hand run along her legs as she moves around the bed.

“Cat!” Kara grabs her girlfriend and gently shakes her awake. “Cat, your mother is here, in our living room, where we left all of our clothes last night …”

“My … mother?” Cat suddenly looks wide awake, if not a little pale and unsteady.

“Yes, your mother …” Kara nods, wincing as Katherine’s calling for Cat again. “Come on, get dressed and get out of the room, I’m going to hide in your bathroom.”

“No, don’t hide,” Cat states and Kara freezes, looking unsure. Cat moves to stand on her knees on the mattress and she reaches out for Kara’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. It’s slow and loving, sure too.

“Uh, Cat?” Kara asks, a little dazzled.

“No more hiding,” Cat murmurs again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Cat, I’m coming in,” Katherine announces and before Kara can hide or move, really, the bedroom door is thrown open and Cat’s mother’s standing in the door frame.

“There you are,” Katherine smiles. Her eyes linger on the scene in front of her but she doesn’t look in the least phased. “We brought breakfast, care to join us?”

Cat looks as dumbfounded as Kara feels and they exchange a confused look.

“What?” Katherine asks, frowning.

“You … You’re not mad?” Cat dares to ask, reaching for Kara’s hand and squeezing it. Kara returns the gesture and steps closer to her, protective.

“Mad? Why would I?” Katherine seems entirely too at ease and Kara feels really out of her depths here, but she doesn’t move.

“Uh …” Cat is at a loss for words, clearly.

“You mean, that you’re dating a woman? Please,” Katherine makes a dismissive hand gesture that seems to be destined to no one in particular. “You never fooled anyone, Cat. Your father and I have known since the day you came home babbling about this special friend of your, Olivia was it?”

“Olivia? But I was … in highschool,” Cat says, eyes wide.

“Well, yes, and?” Katherine frowns again, as if Cat’s addition wasn’t relevant in any way.

“I didn’t  … I didn’t even … know, back then!” Cat protests, looking really confused.

“You didn’t, but we did. Now, put on some clothes and join us for breakfast,” Katherine orders and she turns her gaze to Kara. “For God’s sake, put on some pants Kara! Then you’re welcome to join us, I would love to know more about my daughter’s girlfriend.”

After that, she closes the door and the sound of her heels fades away back to the kitchen.

For a moment, neither Cat or Kara speak.

They’re too stunned to even think about anything to say.

“What did just happen?” Kara eventually wonders out loud, breaking the strange quiet of the room.

“I have … no idea,” Cat replies, shocked.

“I think … as far as a coming out goes … this one should wins some kind of award,” Kara eventually chuckles, shaking her head and resuming her search for something to wear.

“What are you doing?” Cat asks.

“Uh … finding something to wear?” Kara replies, opening Cat’s wardrobe. “Your mother all but ordered me to put on some pants …”

“I like you better without your pants on,” Cat muses, voice low and seductive. It sends a shiver down Kara’s spine.

“Oh no no no. Don’t give me that look, Cat. Your parents are literally in the next room and I’ve already went through enough embarrassing time with them to last a lifetime,” Kara shakes her head and steps away from the bed, out of Cat’s reach. “Come on, get up, get dressed. We’re having breakfast with your parents.”

“Here’s a sentence I never thought I would hear coming from my girlfriend,” Cat smiles, eyes alight with joy and happiness, love.

“Something tells me we should get used to it, too,” Kara smiles back and moves closer to kiss Cat. “I love you, Cat Grant.”

“I love you too, Kara Danvers,” Cat whispers against Kara’s lips. “My idiot.” THE END

[jd-loves-everyone]

Chapter 2: Kim Seungmin

I don't remember exactly when it happened, but I know that it was during his mom's (my mom's best friend) birthday, that I met Kim Seungmin.

The moment I stepped into the house, I could tell that, despite being a single mother, Ms. Kim was doing very well for herself. I can't really recall what her job was exactly, but I think it had something to do with tourism.

And as I stepped into the wide living room, I could guess that the party would probably get boring pretty quickly, if not downright annoying. This because of the too high number of kids (much younger than me) that I could see walking (some crawling) around, along with who I assumed were their mothers sat on the sofa, sipping champagne and laughing (obnoxiously) loudly.

"Oh my, is this your little girl? She does look just like you, I have to agree." I turned my attention back to the host, an adult woman (on the younger side) dressed to the nines with expensive and incredibly shiny jewelry. Ms. Kim. I greeted her politely, while standing next to my proudly grinning mother.

"She truly is a beauty. I bet the boys go crazy over you. Oh, you must be around my son's age, I'm sure he'd LOVE to meet you! Seungmin, darling! Come over here, meet Hana, Mrs. Park's daughter. She's just a year older than you, I believe."

A hazelnut brown haired boy walked over from the living room sofa, where he had been sitting, surrounded by children.

Despite being younger, Seungmin was quite a bit taller than me, with broad, but shyly hunched shoulders covered by a simple but expensive-looking pale pink sweater, paired with blue jeans and black sneakers (all seemingly of the same, high, level of quality). His hair was wavy and looked incredibly soft, covering his forehead and only showing a small sliver of the middle of it. He had a long angled face, ending at a square chin, with a mole next to his mouth and a straight nose. For some reason he reminded me of a puppy, a beagle to be exact. No idea why.

He smiled tightly and politely, the type of smile most would show in a situation like the current one. I could bet he would look much cuter with a genuine smile.

"Well, why don't you two go and get to know each other? Me and Mrs. Park over here, have a lot of catching up to do." Ms. Kim said jokingly, laying a hand on mine and Seungmin's shoulders and gently directing us back to the living room, as both ladies walked to the balcony. Ms. Kim took out a cigarette as they did. I could have guessed she smoked, no amount of expensive perfume (even if it was a lot of it) could fully cover that distinct smell of smoke.

I sat next to Seungmin on the couch, opposite of where the other older women were sitting, chatting loudly, still. In clear contrast to them, were us, sitting in absolute and tense silence.

Every time I thought of starting a conversation, I talked myself out of it, thinking that he'd do it instead. But he never did. He seemed pretty content with just sitting in relative (but definitely awkward) silence.

I quickly grew annoyed at having to listen to the women screech about everything that didn't matter in the slightest to me, like the latest trends and who was dating who at the moment. So, I turned toward Seungmin to try to figure out what he was thinking of the situation.

Unlike what I imagined, I turned to find him fidgeting and squirming in his seat while his eyes darted around the crowded room. Seeing as he showed outwardly what I was feeling inside, I decided to finally try to evade the situation.

"Look, I don't wanna be here. And clearly, neither do you. So, you know any place we could go to where it isn't so loud?" I asked somewhat impatiently making my accidental companion flinch from the suddenness of my question, scrambling for an answer.

"Well, my room has a balcony. It's pretty quiet there, I think."

"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's get out of here before I lose any more brain cells from listening to whatever uselessness those ladies are talking about over there." I said exasperated, already getting up from my seat as Seungmin quickly did the same. That seemed to make his lips twitch slightly. It was gone the next second, as if it had never been there to begin with, which piqued my curiosity: 'what would his real smile look like?', I wondered.

We headed to his room (thankfully unnoticed as I didn't want to even try and explain the situation we were in). It was big, but seemed smaller than it actually was due to all the clutter littered around. Despite this it still seemed to be very aesthetically pleasing, as the warm brown walls paired with the yellow string lights hanging around the room (which I only noticed after he flicked the light switch) and the soft and fluffy caramel carpet created a soothing and cozy atmosphere. A detail that caught my attention almost immediately after the lights were on (besides the string lights) were the various printed photos hanging from ropes on more than one of the room’s walls. It just helped with making the room feel as if it had been taken straight out of an interior design catalog.

Upon closer inspection, as Seungmin busied himself with trying to open the sliding door to the balcony, the pictures didn’t look anywhere near what I’d expected. They certainly didn’t look like the work of an amateur, the angles were creative and eye catching and the light and framing always seemed to be just right in each and every one. I was caught off guard by the quality of all of them for a moment, before my eye caught onto something atop a shelf to my right. A VERY expensive-looking white camera.

I realized it made sense as I thought back to the car ride from my suburban house to the apartment complex where he lived, in the fancier part of town.

Seungmin groaned in frustration as he struggled to open the balcony door.

“Is it jammed? Do you need my help?” I ask as I watched him wrestle with it for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and turning toward me.

“No, it’s not and no, I don’t. This door just needs a little… finessing, is all. So don't worry about it.” He tried reassuring before going back to trying to tug the door open, although with how skinny his arms looked (even under his fashionably bulky sweater), I had my doubts that he would be able to get the door open.

But I was proven wrong as, only a moment later, (by means of finesse indeed) he was finally able to open the hellish glass door.

“It’s old and I use it a lot, so it needs to be fixed, which we were supposed to do a while ago but whatever. Doesn’t matter. Come on.” He said absentmindedly, finally stepping outside. I quickly followed suit.

Once I stepped foot onto the white-tiled floor, I was hit with a gust of wind which brought with it an air much colder than the atmosphere inside the house had been like. And I mean MUCH colder, to the point where it didn't even help cool down my steaming cheeks, (which I only realized were so at that moment) only serving to basically freeze them instead. But I have to say, the view was worth it.

Living in the suburbs had a lot of perks in comparison to this part of town, such as the peace and quiet, and how everyone seemed to know each other. But I realized in that moment that none of it could compare to the view of the city skyline at night from Seungmin's balcony.

The lights of the buildings in the distance seemed to shine like stars and the shape of the tall and skinny buildings of the city were such a stark contrast to what I was used to that I just couldn't tear my eyes away. Of course I could hear the sounds of traffic from my house, but the night seemed much quieter than I had expected. The whole atmosphere was so different that it seemed so captivating to me just because of my curiosity.

It seemed like my curiosity wasn't wholly to blame for my astonishment at the scene, as Seungmin quickly disappeared back into his room to fetch something, as I leaned onto the metal railing, eyes still locked onto those bright lights that reflected off of the shiny windows of the fancier buildings. The city really never slept, I realized.

The boy returned not a moment later, camera in hand as he stood beside me, pointing it at where I was looking, then fiddling with some buttons before the sound of a photo being taken sounded over the now calmer wind, all as I observed him keenly.

As he continued to take his photos, seemingly unbothered by my staring, I turned back to the view, laying my cheek against my palm as I gazed at the sky. It made me think about how (unfortunately), because of all the artificial lights, I couldn't see the stars. But it made sense to me, in a very weirdly poetic way. If you can see all these "stars" on earth, why would you even look for stars in the sky? Plus, with the life people led these days, I guess it didn't really matter much.

I was brought out of my reverie by movement at the corner of my eye. Seungmin had raised his pristine white camera, aiming it at the side of my face, seemingly framing the shot, before pulling his face away from the viewfinder to look at my face himself but keeping his hands in the exact same place.

"Um... I know this is weird but, can I take a picture of you?" He asked nervously, but seemingly eager.

"Sure, why not?" I answered nonchalantly, trying my best to keep down the blush that threatened to spread across my cheeks, despite the cold. To even think that someone like him, who seemed close to a professional's level at such a young age, would consider including me in one of his photographs was flattering enough, much less making me the center of it.

I tried my best to relax and focus on the soft clicks the device emitted every time a photo was taken.

The boy finally parts from his machine, overlooking his work and nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied. He leaned the camera toward me so I could look at it myself and my breath is immediately taken from me.

I would never consider my appearance to be anything extraordinary (and I still wouldn't do it now) but perhaps it was Seungmin’s magic that made a picture of me look like so much more. The way the golden lights lit up my face by settling into the smooth planes of skin made it resemble liquid gold, dripping from the sky and thinly covering my exposed features. My eyes reflected the same lights, shining like stars in an endless and dark sky.

“Wow… Seungmin, you really have a talent.” I chucked, still astonished.

“I do have to say, this might be my best one yet. Can I…?”

“Keep it, it might be my face, but it’s your vision so it belongs to you in my eyes.” I shrugged, dismissively. He nodded gratefully, raising the camera once again towards the view beyond the balcony as I sat against the wall next to the door.

After a few minutes, Seungmin sat beside me with a satisfied smile on his lips and hair tousled from the wind that had picked up.

I felt an involuntary shiver crawl up my back as the cold air grazed my thinly covered arms. I subconsciously leaned closer to the brown haired boy, seeking for some warmth, as I remembered that I had left my jacket in the coat hanger by the front door, downstairs.

I sighed defeatedly, about to go get it, but it seemed as if my shiver had not gone unnoticed, as I had hoped. Seungmin got up before I could, walking back inside his room without a word. I looked at the door that he had gone through curiously.

Not even a second later, he stepped back out onto the balcony, with a tan, soft and warm looking coat in his hand. He held it out to me wordlessly, motioning for me to take it. I did so with a grateful smile and a small 'thanks'. It was still too small for my liking, though.

I wanted to know if his gums would show or if his eyes would disappear behind his cheeks.

“I think we should go inside now.” I suggested after the temperature had gone down too much for us to stay comfortably on the balcony any longer. Seungmin nodded, not finding the lights interesting enough to endure the cold air any longer.

We moved back inside and as Seungmin closed the sliding door behind us I took another look around the room. As I scanned the coffee-colored walls again, I noticed something that I seemed to have missed the first time I had examined the space, possibly due to the awkwardness I had felt as I stepped into the room of a boy I had only just met for the first time. I was a bit disappointed and confused as to how I could have missed it.

The wall opposite the one I had been inspecting as I waited for Seungmin to finally open the door, was covered (almost floor-to-ceiling) in photographs. Some were bigger than others, some seemed older than others, but they all had the same sort of… style to them. From how the light hit the subject in focus, to the angles, it all had the same artistic flare that would commonly be found in the most prestigious art galleries in the world. Maybe that was a bit of an overstatement, but it perfectly encapsulated what I felt as I looked at what I saw as indisputable masterpieces.

I let out a sound akin to a sigh, feeling as if the air had been knocked out of me. Sure, the picture Seungmin had taken of me on the balcony was unbelievably stunning, but that could be excused as luck. I never thought he’d be able to capture a moment so beautifully one other time, let alone enough times to cover almost an entire wall with.

“Wow… These are amazing, Seungmin.” I turned towards him as he stopped beside me, blushing at my praise.

“Oh, they’re nothing…” He said, looking down sheepishly.

“No! They really are! I may know next to nothing of photography, but it doesn't take an expert to see that you have an incredible talent or just remarkable skill.” I said earnestly, seeking out his eyes that had become hidden as his head lowered in shyness to prove my honesty, making him even more flustered as he tried his best to avoid my awe-stricken gaze.

“Well… I do spend a lot of time on it.” He relented, finally accepting my compliments, albeit rather bashfully.

“It shows.” I said firmly, turning back to the wall of moments.

From the corner of my eyes I caught a small, but more significantly sized, real smile, brought on probably by the ease in tension.

We spent the rest of the night in his room, getting to know each other. His smile (the real one) never left his lips as we talked about his love for photography. In fact, it only seemed to broaden the more we talked and the more relaxed we became. Its brightness never dimmed, even as we moved on to other topics, such as his other friends and what school he frequented. I found out that he didn’t have many friends, but he didn't seem to mind, he actually seemed to prefer it that way which made me feel like an exception. And, although I wouldn’t admit it, it made a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

As the night came to an end, we were called downstairs, back to the living room, where mine and Seungmin’s mom waited, alone as no one else remained in the space.

We bid each other goodbye, Ms. Kim making a comment about how I should visit more often, making my mother laugh as Seungmin returned to his shy demeanor.

I later found out that he had chosen my high school to frequent through Jeongin, the 1st year student that I mentored in English, who was apparently also Seugmin’s best friend. Once I met with the boy again and asked why he hadn’t told me, he explained that he wanted to but every time we talked we’d get carried away in our stories and he’d always forget.

Moving schools midyear couldn’t have been easy for him, but he seemed to quickly become very popular amongst not only the students but the teachers as well. He was polite, friendly, helpful and the top of his class in grades. And despite it being only his first year of high school, everyone from his teachers, to his mother and even my own, could tell with clear certainty that he had a bright future ahead of him. I myself knew that, encouraging him as he started thinking about studying abroad, even as I briefly acknowledged the ache that formed in my chest at the thought of him doing so. I didn’t know exactly what that ache was due to, but I didn’t think I was ready to find out yet, so I continued to brush it off. Until a very special evening that is.

In light of Seungmin joining the photography club, his keen eye was quickly noticed by not only his classmates, but most importantly by his teacher, who decided to talk to him about the possibility of participating in our district’s photography contest. Something he had immediately said ‘yes’ to.

The 10 best were invited to a lavish event where the winner would be revealed. And it came as no surprise to me that Seungmin was invited. What did come as a surprise, was him asking me to attend the event with him. He said it was fitting, since one of the entries he submitted was the first photo he took of me, the one on the balcony. After getting over the initial surprise, I agreed without hesitation.

But now, staring at the museum’s grand staircase in my knee-lenght, flowy, peach colored dress, I felt my stomach twist itself into more knots than I had in my hair when I woke up that morning. And as the cold, spring night air brushed my bare legs I simultaneously wanted to stay where I was, rooted to the ground and holding tightly onto Seungmin’s arm, while also wanting to go in and just getting it over with so that I could escape the cold.

A reassuring squeeze on my hand put a pause on my anxious thoughts as I turned towards the puppy eyed boy I was here for.

As I looked him over once more I felt my mood brighten a bit, I almost wanted to giggle. He was sharply dressed in a simple black tuxedo with a yellow tie, that he said he had chosen to try to match my dress. But it wasn’t the brightly colored tie that almost made me laugh despite the mood I was in.

It was simply the image of Seungmin, who basically only wore jeans and loose-fitting shirts and hoodies despite his mother’s insistence in telling him that he had to look his best at all times, wearing such formal clothing that caused such a reaction.

His cheeks were colored pink as he, seemingly, chose to focus on the spot above my left eyebrow instead of looking me in the eye, which reminded me of what had transpired just minutes before.

As I arrived at his house before the event, so we could arrive together, I was immediately warmly greeted by Ms. Kim, who told me that Seungmin would be ready in just a moment. We made small talk about school as we waited, and soon I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance.

As Ms. Kim stepped aside to look at her son, my eyes immediately locked onto the vibrant tie he had previously told me he would wear, before moving up to his face, which was a sight in and of itself.

His lips were parted in awe and his cheeks were flushed a light pink, which darkened as he locked eyes with me, prompting both of us to look away shyly.

“You look— Ahem. You look lovely.” He said, voice cracking midway.

“Thank you! You look pretty… Snazzy!” I don’t think I’ve ever regretted saying something as much as in that moment.

As people continued to enter the building, we still stood outside, trying to calm each other’s nerves more than our own. Seungmin tried his best to look me in the eyes and give me a reassuring smile, but it ended up being none of that. A for effort nonetheless.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I finally said, trying to appear nonchalant and unbothered as I quaked in my low black heels.

As we stepped into the building, Seungmin’s mother left the both of us alone to go socialize and we were left to our own devices. We decided to pass the time by looking around at the other participants.

We walked among the crowd of mostly adults who looked at us as if we were supposed to be somewhere else, it was unnerving to say the least. To quell our nerves we poked fun at things such as the models’ poses and the weird props used in some pictures. We were both well aware that what we were doing was probably disrespectful (if the artists were to overhear us) and that others were probably doing the same to our photos, but we couldn’t help it, they just looked too pretentious to not make fun of. What did they expect from two highschool kids?

I genuinely hoped that Seungmin was chosen as the winner, and not because he was my friend (at least not entirely). But because all the entries we had passed by didn’t seem to have any genuine emotion put behind them, or any creativity. They seemed like those art pieces that appear to portray a deep message but would seem like nonsense to anyone that had even a semblance of common sense and wasn’t content in just going along with whatever some high and mighty creator threw them. Not to mention the fact that most seemed to be relying only on their expensive cameras to win them the prize instead of actually putting any real thought or effort into their photos.

I knew I was nowhere near an “art-connoisseur”, I wasn’t even a contestant, but after spending so much time with Seungmin and his heartfelt pieces, I had formed my own opinion on art.

Just as we started to run out of “humorous critiques”, unknowingly almost wandering into a closed off section, a nearby speaker declared that the winners would soon be announced and for all the guests to gather in the main room.

Many eyes locked onto us as we entered the large (but slightly cramped) room. (Or was that just my nerves?) Just as I thought, we seemed to be the youngest people in the room as far as I could see (which wasn’t very far as everyone was so tall, and my heels barely helped), except for some kids who were very clearly some contestant’s children. It made me feel proud for Seungmin and intimidated, at the same time.

I unconsciously began to curl into myself, clenching my fists at my sides and chewing on my bottom lip as anxiety began to wash over me, slowly but surely. I began wondering if Seungmin even had a chance to win, how heartbroken I thought he’d be if he lost and what the other contestants found so interesting in us to keep staring as I knew they were as we approached the front of the room where a small platform was raised, behind it were the paintings competing. The lady next to us gave us an odd look, as if she thought we might be lost, but didn’t say a word.

As if noticing my distress, or perhaps to ground himself, Seungmin’s hand snuck between my hand and my side, the tip of his fingers tentatively hovering over my palm as if wanting to hold my hand but unsure if he could. With an uncharacteristic burst of confidence, brought on by the need to hold onto something, I interlocked our fingers tightly, squeezing once for comfort.

A man stepped on stage, asking the crowd to quiet down, and it was as if my brain had listened to his command and suddenly everything became quiet. Looking at the boy beside me, his expression seemed to reflect the same emotions, but as he noticed my stare he managed to conjure up a vaguely reassuring smile.

I felt more than a little silly for being so stressed out over something that Seungmin probably would just brush off, but the idea of how elated he would become if he won was just too perfect to be taken away from me. I just wanted to see him happy. No matter what.

And as my mind zeroed into that thought, the realization of a fact that had actually always been there hit me. It was so obvious that the meaning never fully registered.

I wanted to see Seungmin happy, no matter what, and the implications that were previously lost on me now came to light. It was more than friendly, that was for sure.

As the man on stage went one with his speech, my mind lingered on precious images I had saved in my brain, like Seungmin’s smile. His genuine smile and not the stiff and fake version he first presented to me. I felt how much joy and comfort it brought me.

All his pictures, and how many emotions they brought me.

How he always called ME first when he wanted to take a specific picture because I was apparently his favorite model.

How my heart would skip a few beats when Jeongin mentioned that he’d said something about me, always wondering what exactly it had been but never asking.

How warm and soft his hand felt in mine, and how much comfort the simple action of holding his hand brought me.

It all made me realize that there was something there, something strong and important.

And once my mind shifted back to the situation at hand, the third place had already been announced and the second on its way to the stage. This meant one of two things, either Seungmin would be first place, or he hadn’t even reached the podium. I prayed for the first option, but expected the second.

So I looked back to the young boy’s piece, and all the memories and emotions it held.

It was a photo taken in Seungmin’s balcony, of me leaning against the metal railing. My face was dark as I faced away from the unfocused colored lights behind me and towards the camera. My hair was wet from the rain, droplets running down my face and neck towards my floor-length dress, which from what I remember was way too thin as I started sneezing almost immediately after the long time it took to get that picture to be perfect. I couldn’t see or recall what my expression was since all that could be seen of my front were the minuscule bits of light some droplets reflected.

I remembered the moment Seungmin saw the dress on me, he seemed to have an epiphany, immediately demanding that we needed to have a photoshoot with it. It was nothing special in my eyes, but he seemed to see something in it.

He was immediately taken with the picture as he saw it first in his mind and then on his screen, much like he had been with the one he took on the night we met (which he, at first, wanted to use as his submission to the last stage of the competition, until I managed to make him understand that it just wasn't enough). It was colorful, bright, full of youth and life, in my eyes.

“And the winner is…” The announcer said, making my grip on Seungmin’s hand become impossibly tighter. And as the name of the winner was spoken and I registered that it wasn’t my friend’s (or maybe more) name, my shoulders dropped and my hand went lax in the boy’s hold. I looked at the winner's piece, in search for some answers or closure, for a turmoil that wasn’t really mine to feel.

The older man’s piece was a picture of a meteor shower, rare and undoubtedly beautiful. The stars shone in the sky just like the rain had on my skin, yet to me, they seemed so different.

I searched my brain for answers to why this was so much better than our piece, fundamentally ours had more layers, even more colors. And it had a story, of all the times we spent alone on that balcony sharing dreams and visions, and as far as the judges knew the story could be much different, much deeper and…

Then I realized what went wrong. The judges couldn’t score a piece simply for what it could be, but for what it was. The meteor shower was a beauty of nature, unquestionable and clearly on display to all, while the beauty of Seungmin’s photo seemed to be wholly personal, something that perhaps not all could see or feel the full weight of. I felt silly for letting my emotions cloud my vision for so long and so intensely but with my new found feelings for the boy, it wasn’t all that surprising. It still didn’t take away the feeling of my heart being shattered into many tiny pieces as Seungmin was announced as being in fourth place. Fourth place! So painfully close. But what really hurt, was the tight and insincere smile he presented to me after giving what he probably hoped was a reassuring squeeze of my hand, but actually only served to stomp on the tiny pieces left of my heart, shattered through pure disappointment and sadness.

All the other adults were quick to begin mingling as soon as all the names were announced. I released a sigh.

“Fourth place, for the first time, isn’t terrible. I think.” Seungmin said, positively, and what I managed to grant him as a response was a low hum of sad and resigned agreement.

Figuring that the night was technically over for us, as we had nothing else to do in that space since we weren’t about to begin socializing with a bunch of adults who still looked at us as if we didn’t belong there, we walked to the entrance room, Seungmin sending his mother a text to come to us.

“Excuse me! Are you Kim Seungmin, perhaps?” Said a middle-aged man as he approached us with a smile.

“Yeah- I mean, yes. That would be me. Did you need something?” The boy asked nervously, clearing his throat.

“Yes! I need to talk to you! I think it’s impressive that you even managed to get this far with your age, and to be fourth place as the youngest competitor just shows how much potential you have! I commend you for your work and passion!” The man said excitedly.

I once again tuned their conversation out, only coming back to the present to send the occasional polite smile and to walk to the car once Seungmin’s mother arrived (and was done speaking to the lively man).

A certain possibility which caused me both joy and sadness loomed over me as we got back to the Kim family apartment, me and my friend walking up the stairs towards his balcony to sit in as we waited for my mother to come pick me up, as she had insisted on doing.

My beautiful dress did me no favors against the cold wind of the balcony, leaving me curled up in front of the glass sliding door facing the bright city lights while shivering slightly, but not thinking for a moment to go get a jacket and I did all that on autopilot.

Just as the cold was starting to sober me up and break me out of my trance, a jacket (too large to be mine) was laid across my shoulders, before Seungmin sat beside me. That tan, warm and soft jacket from what seemed like so long ago.

“Why do you look so down? If it’s for me, then there's no need. Fourth place really isn't that bad, plus, and you probably weren't paying attention but the man me and my mother talked to offered me a chance to get a scholarship! In the states no less! I mean, first I have to apply and a spot isn't exactly one-hundred percent guaranteed, but I got a pretty good chance!” He very much reminded me of a puppy in that moment, ecstatic and jumpy, full of smiles and talking so fast that he became slightly breathless.

I battled with myself. He clearly seemed excited over the prospect of studying abroad and although it felt like my life’s mission at that moment was making him as happy as possible, I really, really, didn’t want him to go. To be so far away from me.

“And I know it makes very little sense, but… I want you to come with me. Don’t think about it too much, or you’ll stress yourself out but I feel like you made this opportunity possible, so I’d love to have you by my side. What do you say? I mean, you don’t have to say it now, we still have time. But, maybe you could give me a pointer?” He looked at me with those big puppy eyes full of hopes and dreams, begging to not be shattered.

He was right, the whole thing didn’t make a lot of (if any) sense, and it seemed like he was just riding the good mood he was in, but the answer still seemed to matter a lot to him.

Truth be told, I had absolutely no intention or interest in studying abroad and even though it was a priceless opportunity for Seungmin, I didn’t want him to go either. I didn’t want things to change so drastically. I wanted to keep him warm smiles and comforting touches near (and possibly all to myself).

But he was right, it wouldn’t happen for at least a couple of years, so truly there was no need for a definitive answer.

“I’ll think about it.” I said to which he nodded, seemingly pleased, before turning his gaze to the mesmerizing lights of the city.

Even though I said what I said, I knew my real answer already. I truly didn’t want to go.

But as I looked at his side profile, the faintest (but cutest) ghost of a self-satisfied smile on his lips, I knew that I would do anything for even that smile, which was so small and probably careless, even if it meant taking Seungmin halfway across the world, and away from me.

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Wish Upon an Idol (Ch. 3)

Chapter 3

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Summary: The Bangtan boys have the ability to grant wishes (unbeknownst to you, the brand new addition to their friend group) So when you jokingly wish you had superpowers to “help the world in a way you knew how” what happens when you wake up the next day with extraordinary abilities? 

Warnings: Drama, Angst, a lot of Action, smut (later on), and a bad attempt at being humorous 

Warning for this chapter: Reader’s boss is a gross pervert.

Word Count: 2,903 

Taglist: @mischiefmakerliesmith5 @snowythellama (if you want to be tagged, just let me know) :) 

“.... Wait,” Out of every scenario he had prepared for in his head, Namjoon certainly wasn’t expecting you to just up and say how it was ‘cool’. “That’s it? No freaking out? No yelling at how you don’t believe us? Just ‘cool’?” To say they were astonished was an understatement. 

“Yeah it’s cool! I mean you guys were just ordinary men and then out of nowhere you get thrust into a life where you can make people’s lives better just because of a simple good deed? That’s incredible!” you were practically bouncing in your seat, the way your beautiful (e/c) eyes sparkled in admiration distracting them for longer than they’d care to admit. 

“So, you’re just going to believe that we gave you powers?” Jimin asked, eyeing you cautiously as you met his gaze. You raised an eyebrow at him, “I woke up to my bed being on fire. If this were some sort of elaborate prank, I would have already killed six out of seven of you.” 

Visibly gulping as they had witnessed firsthand how brutal you can get when you are angry, they didn’t want to have a repeat event: An incident regarding a Halloween prank in which the boys thought it were a good idea to ambush you while wearing Jason Voorhees masks. Items were thrown and shrill screams filled the room. Once you figured out it was just your friends, they all shared a collection of bruises and angry death glares for weeks to come.  

“Now that I think about it,” Yoongi leaned forward, elbows rested on his knees as he observed you. “How could you have possibly gotten your body temperature high enough to start a fire in your own bed?” 

You were really hoping they wouldn’t ask you this question as you remembered the intense dream of a certain group of men who loomed over you as you sat naked and submissive. Whispered breaths, lingering kisses, scorching touches. Constant praises echoed in your ear about how much of a good girl you were as you choked around Namjoon’s cock while Hoseok fingered you from behind, the rest of the boys watching intently as you fell apart. Anyone would spontaneously combust after a dream like that! 

You nervously scratched the back of your neck again, feeling the heat trace its way from your ears to your cheeks, and you were surprised you didn’t burst into flames again. Avoiding their gazes, you prayed to all the higher being that the boys around you couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of you. “Well, I- uh, I.” you fumbled over your words, wracking your brain for an explanation so you wouldn’t have to explain the fact you had a wet dream about them. 

“I-I was dreaming that - uh, I was dreaming that I. . . was abducted by aliens. . . and then they just, ya know, tossed me into the sun,” Even you didn’t believe your story and by the telling of their shit eating grins, they didn’t believe you either. The elders of the group decided to spare you and not coddle you anymore, but you weren’t so lucky with the maknaes. 

“Oooh, did our little (Y/n) have a dirty dream about someone?” There was a teasing lilt to Taehyung’s voice, but it barely masked the jealous undertones, that you obviously didn’t pick up on. You crossed your arms indignantly and pouted. You did in fact have a dirty dream about the men who you’ve come to love and trust over the months you got to know each of them. But were you going to admit that? Absolutely not. 

“Geez, for someone who’s supposed to be older than me, you sure act like a bunch of children.” 

You just realized that they were all older than you, by many more years than you had originally thought. Thinking that Jungkook only had a year on you when you first met, officially deeming you the youngest of your friend group, you didn’t think it were that big of an age gap. Now realizing that he had a couple thousand years on you, you were sorely mistaken. You were like a baby to them. 

Ignoring that little sting to your pride, you rolled your eyes. “And for your information, no I did not have a ‘dirty’ dream. Not that it’s any of your business if I had one anyway.” Well, it technically was their business since it was them who were occupying your less-than-innocent thoughts. 

They finally dropped the subject after teasing you for a few minutes, letting you breathe. The room was filled with the type of silence that wasn’t awkward, but a little tense. It gave you time to actually think about their words. 

You had superpowers. 

You could finally contribute into making the world a better place! 

As you thought about it, you could even feel the energy of your powers surging through your body, making you feel as if you could fly. You couldn’t stop the giddy smile forming on your face even if you wanted to. 

“So,” your voice cut through the silence, seven pairs of eyes focusing their attention on you. You tried to conceal your shaking hands as you practically trembled in excitement about your question. 

“What powers did you give me?” 

~ ~ ~

“Are you guys sure this is a good idea?” Looking around at all seven men, they gave you encouraging nods.

After explaining to you about the powers you had, the boys thought it would be a good idea to take you to a secluded area in which you could test them out. Deciding on going to a more forested area, away from the city and prying eyes, you found yourself in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by beautiful and tall trees, shielding you even more from other people. The serene sounds of nature flooded your senses and you tuned the boys out to listen some more.

You could hear birds chirping and the wind rustling the branches of the trees and the sounds of the insects crawling through the grass. “Do you guys hear that?” You asked, feeling yourself sway to the rhythm of the light breeze that swept past your face. You felt the tingles of the air from your scalp, all the way to the ends of your toes and you smiled. Looking towards the boys, you found that they were staring back at you with variations of confusion masking their faces. Remembering that you now had more enhanced senses than them, an embarrassed smile graced your features. “Uhm, nevermind.” 

You walked to the center of the clearing, sitting down in the grass and listening for more things. You felt a hand grab your own and came face to face with Jimin. You don’t ever think you’d be able to get used to seeing them so clearly now, being able to pick up on every single gorgeous detail. He was smiling at you, and you could hear your heart picking up to an erratic pace, as you managed a smile of your own. “Tell us what you hear,” is all he said and you let out a breath, beginning to explain what you could hear to the best of your ability. 

You told them that you could hear the sounds of the birds chirping from miles away, how you could smell the water of a small creek, feel the breeze brush against every pore of your face and the thrum of the earth against your fingertips. “It’s incredible,” you breathed. The twinkle in your (e/c) eyes was mesmerising and the way the sun shone on your (s/c) skin made you look ethereal. The boys were speechless. 

Pressing your palms further into the ground, you exhaled, closing your eyes and connecting yourself to the nature around you even more. You felt the pulse of life around you, a strong humming that vibrated your body in a way that made you feel delightfully alive. Opening your eyes, you looked at the grass around you and a sudden instinct possessed you to say only one word; “Grow.” 

The grass around you and your group of friends began to slowly rise, growing taller and taller to all of your astonishment. You urged it to stop with a single command and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled harder in your entire existence. “(Y/n)! your eyes!” one by one, seven heads turned toward you and locked onto your face. You stared back, confused and alarmed at Taehyung’s sudden outburst and looked between each of them for an explanation. Pulling out his phone and opening his camera, Yoongi held it out to you and you choked on your breath as you understood why they were so shocked. 

Instead of the usual (e/c) color, your eyes were completely engulfed by a piercing, glowing white. Not even your pupils were visible. “Wow,” You examined them even more, waiting for something to happen and after a few more moments, they returned back to their natural color. “Holy shit!” 

The boys chuckled and you laughed along with them, standing up in your spot. You contemplated your next move and an idea popped into your mind that had you bouncing like a kid in a candy store. “Ok, I wanna try something,” The look of determination on your face was adorable as you turned to them. “This is either going to work out amazingly, or get me seriously injured. But, that’s why you also gave me healing and regeneration!” You tried your best to convince them - and yourself- that everything was going to be fine. 

“Well. . . ok. But please be careful.” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to him, a cheeky grin on your lips. “I always am.” you sent him a wink, noticing the way his ears turned a cute shade of pink. 

Holding your hands above your head, you concentrated on the wind blowing against your palms. You probably looked as ridiculous as you felt, but you continued on, wanting to see this through. Nothing was happening, so you dropped your hands with a sigh, moving farther away from the group as they watched you closely. You knew you could do this, you felt the connection thrumming through your blood. But feeling your powers and actually activating them were two different things. 

Closing your eyes once again, you concentrated on the wind blowing around you. Seeking the connection you grasped onto it, taking hold of the wind as if it were a lasso and you felt the potential power in your body. 

Blow, Blow, Blow. . . 

The wind kicked up, swarming your body from all directions, you maneuvered it to be below you. 

Blow, More Power, More wind. . . 

As soon as the thoughts processed in your mind, you were suddenly blasted off the ground due to the wind building up beneath you. The shriek that left your mouth turned into a laugh of exhilaration as you were lifted way beyond the tops of the trees. You could see from miles away. 

Then you came hurtling back to earth. You shrieked (again) and focused on the wind, manipulating it to catch your fall. You thankfully landed safely, however, not so gracefully as you were dropped on your ass. The boys immediately swarmed you, checking to see if you were ok, and you swat each of their hands away, bursting into hysterics. You were bouncing around, babbling about how you can’t believe it actually worked before you were blasted off the ground again, the sound your whooping echoing throughout the forest.

The boys watched as you twirled around, free-falling, and then catching yourself once again, only to bound higher up, traveling to and fro as you gave off the allusion that you could fly. A smile graced each of their lips, as they watched you land and bound off once more. 

“Incredible indeed.” 

~~~

You spent a couple more hours in the forest, testing out the extent of your powers before returning back to the city. The next day, the boys returned to the life of idols and you returned to your job at a local cafe. You were in the back, restocking items when he decided to make an appearance. Your manager, Jaehyun, never seemed to get the hint when you tell him that you’ve never been interested. You’ve had to put up with his wandering hands for so long, not being able to do anything but slap his hand away and stay in an open area so he wouldn’t try anything shady. 

You would have reported him weeks ago, but you needed this job. And until you could find a better paying job, far far away from him, you were here to stay unfortunately. You did your best to ignore him, but you were never so lucky when it came to him. 

“What’s up, sexy?” You cringed at his words. How could someone be so crude, and how could that person be your manager of all people?

“I’m busy, Jaehyun.” You replied, keeping your tone icy and refusing to meet his eyes. 

“Awe, not too busy for me, I hope?” when you didn’t answer him, he snatched the cup out of your hand, forcing you to turn around and to meet his smirk with your scowl. “What do you say I take you out to a movie after work? I heard the new Avengers movie came out. What was it called? Final Game or something?” 

Snatching the cup out of his hand you sneered at him, “Endgame. And no thanks, I’ve already seen it.” Turning back around you continued your work, but you heard his heart beating in his chest, which clued you into the fact that he was still behind you. “Ok, well, how about dinner? Ya know, wine and dine, then I take you back to my place to show you a good time?” You scoffed, choosing to ignore his comment.  

“I have to get back to work.” You snapped, turning so you could finish putting the cups and lids in their places. You thought that he had finally gotten the hint - but of course he didn’t - when you felt a pair of hands place themselves on your waist and not so subtly rub their way down your body.

“You know you want this, sweetheart. So stop denying it. I know that every time you say no, you really mean yes.” His hands began to slide down to the area where you absolutely did not want him to touch.

Was he serious????

You were seething where you were standing and you just hoped that steam wasn’t coming out of your ears as your face practically burned in rage. Snatching his hand before he could unbutton and unzip your pants, you turned around, twisting his hand violently and feeling a tingle of delight when he cried out in pain.

“When a person says no,” you squeezed his hand, listening to him yell and clearly hearing the door opening and a shocked gasp. “They mean NO. They don’t mean ‘yes’ or ‘maybe’ or ‘some other time’. Just because you can’t cope with rejection doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of your workers. I. Am not. Interested. And this is the last time I’m gonna tell you politely. So fuck off!”

You pushed him away from you and made your way back to the door when you felt his hand grab your arm, yanking you back and sneering a “I’m not done with you bitch,” in your face. Out of reflex, you quickly brought your fist up and connected it with his nose. Had this happened before you got your powers, it would have just bruised up. But now with the added strength, you were almost certain he would need surgery after hearing and feeling the crunch when you threw the punch.

Effectively knocking him to the floor, you stepped away and marched to grab your bag and jacket as you knew that you had just quit your job in the most violent way. You were a woman on a mission, ignoring the employees who just stood and watched, some even recording the whole thing, and making your way to the front to leave. You had just gotten to the cash register, almost out the door, when you heard a growl and your ex manager came bursting through the door, cradling his bloody nose and throwing a heated glare your way.

“You just lost your job, you ungrateful little slut! Good luck finding someplace else that would treat you the way we did!” You scoffed at that, steadying your breathing so you wouldn’t end up killing this guy.

“As if I want another job where my boss treated me like a piece of meat and constantly groped me even when I said no! I would rather scrub the leaches out of the devil’s asshole than work for you!”

A stunned silence fell over the entire cafe, and with your final and creative choice of wording, you stormed out the cafe.

Alrighty! So, this is probably long overdue, but I have not been able to find the time to update anything. But on the bright side, I have tons of ideas for stories/one-shots, so look forward to those in the far future. 

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think! Your feedback is always welcomed! 

[lollytea]

Some Moomin OCs! (Above art by @ask-artsy-oncie who was sweet enough to draw my kiddos!!)

My original thought for Moomin and Snufkin’s future together was that they would have no children, as canonically Snufkin has made it very clear that he’s not sure if he likes kids. However, Moomin was kinda tricky to think about. He does come from a family that’s famous for adopting any lonely little creature that seeks a home. So, maybe this sort of thing is in his nature. It’s possible that when he’s older and more mature, he may wish to start a family of his own. 

( A ton of stuff under the cut about how Moomin and Snufkin decided to adopt them and some info/HCs focusing each of the kids individually.)

When Too Ticky shows up at their doorstep with three escapees from a rotten ol’ children’s home, the couple are hesitant but welcome them with open arms regardless. While she was willing to care for them herself until she found them a permanent home, she had urgent business to attend to (invisible moose turf wars up south.) and left them in the care of Moomintroll and Snufkin for a week or two until she returned. 

Moomin becomes fond of the children almost immediately. They’re a handful, obviously, but their spirit is incredible. He begins to feel quite comfortable and content in this parental role and even though he tries not to show it, he’s devastated when Snufkin reminds him that they’ll be leaving soon. He’s come to realize that he does want children but is also aware of how Snufkin feels about it. He would would never want to force him into that sort of thing if it’s not what he wants. 

Meanwhile, Snufkin has been thinking. Though Moomin has been doing his best to hide his feelings on the matter, Snufkin knows just how attached he is to the kids and how upset he’ll be once they’re gone. He’s in a difficult position here as his conscience is reminding him repeatedly that Moomintroll had always let him choose the life he wanted. He let him wander whenever he pleased and never forced him to stay. Would it not be worth it of Snufkin to return the favor and not stand in the way of what Moomin wanted out of his life?

They discuss it one night after putting the children to bed and they let themselves be honest. Moomintroll adores the kids and wants to raise them. But under no circumstance would he ever pressure Snufkin to do the same. Because he loves Snufkin.

Snufkin admits that he feels uncomfortable with the title of Papa. He likes the kids, he wouldn’t mind sharing a home with them and spending time with them and watching them grow. It’s just that thinking of himself as a father makes him very anxious. But more than anything, he wants Moomin to do whatever makes him happy. Because he loves Moomin.

So, an odd sort of agreement is reached but nonetheless, it’s an agreement both are happy with. Moomin will adopt the children. They will be Moomin’s children. Snufkin will continue to be Moomin’s husband. They will all live together in the same house and they will all love eachother as families do. But the children will not be Snufkin’s. At least not now. If he’s ever ready to be a father alongside Moomin, the kids will still be there. But there’s no rush. The agreement is silly, of course but it puts Snufkin at ease. 

It doesn’t happen right away, but within a few years of raising the kids, Snufkin finds himself warming up to the idea.

The Children

Torben - The Witch. Oldest of the three children, Torben is extroverted, witty, charming and a true rowdy boy at heart. He has a hard time juggling responsibilities with immaturity, as while he’s a fiercely protective and nurturing older brother, he’s usually the driving force of mischief that tends to get them all into trouble.

- Is excellent at annoying Moomin. Not that he doesn’t love his papa dearly and vice versa but that boy is the most prominent reason that the poor ol’ troll is going grey. Despite this, Moomin always trusts him with the job of taking care of his siblings. It’s the one thing he has 100% faith in him in. Maybe they’ll cause a bit of mischief but at least he knows that with Torben, they won’t be hurt.

- When he first came to Moominhouse, Torben suffered from frequent nightmares. He was five years old at the time and having cared for his siblings alone until then, he had a hard time accepting that he could finally relax. It was Moomin who pulled him into his lap and sang him back to sleep every night. Nowadays, Torben is very embarrassed about these memories and it’s a silent agreement between himself and his papa to keep it a secret

- Absolutely Idolizes Snufkin. Ever since he was little, Torben has been enthralled with the stories Snufkin tells from his youth, and wants to be just like him one day. Naturally, Snufkin receives an earful from Moomin the first time they have to collect Torben from a holding cell. Not that Snufkin would say it but he was beyond proud that day.

- Torben adores music. Instruments, singing, dancing, he’s invested in all of it. Another reason he looks up to Snufkin so much is his talent with a harmonica, which he eventually teaches to Torben. As he gets older, he picks up a wide array of instruments, his favourite being the violin. If there’s ever a party/social gathering at Moominvalley, either Torben planned it himself or he had some part in it. You will most definitely see him encouraging everyone to dance once the party gets into full swing too.

- Makes his own clothes. Enjoys knitting, sewing, crocheting and embroidery. Cloaks, coats, ponchos, hats, gloves, quilts, whatever he pleases, all decorated with the most showy of patterns. Moomin jokes that they could never survive hibernation without Torben’s blankets to keep them warm.

- Wants to smoke like Snufkin but Moomin won’t let him until he’s older so he just carries around an empty pipe to pretend to puff on and look cool.

- Grows to be far taller than his Papas and his siblings.

- Isn’t aware of his witch heritage just yet. He learns in his early teens by pure accident when roaming though the woods and encountering an older Alicia. She tilts her head at him curiously, commenting that he bears a striking resemblance to a witch she was friends with long ago. With a little encouragement from her, they manage to find some trace of magic in him over a cup of tea. He realizes with great fear and great excitement that there’s been this whole side of himself that he went all these years without noticing.

- Moomin is shocked by this development while Snufkin takes it in stride, saying that it’s no wonder Torben would always nick his hat as a small child. Every witch needs a hat!

- Though Alicia handles most of Torben’s witch training, Snufkin also pitches in by teaching him how to read tarot cards. Meanwhile Moomin tells his son that it’s okay if he believes in the cards but if they tell him to leave home before he’s ready if he catches a certain amount of fish or something silly like that, then they’re wrong!

Birch - The Woodie. The middle child. Two years younger than Torben and three years older than Essi. Primarily the voice of reason among his more reckless siblings. However, he is still a child and loves a good adventure and a laugh every so often so he’ll usually tag along without question. While the trio have been thrown in jail several times, it’s worth mentioning that there’s plenty of times they haven’t gotten arrested and Birch’s quick thinking is usually to thank for that.

- Birch is quite the introvert. Calm, reserved and a bit shy around strangers. But that does not stop him from having a tongue sharp as a pinprick when he’s around those he’s comfortable with. He’s good with a snarky retort to any of Torben’s comments and will gladly dish them out at any opportunity.

- He and Torben bicker constantly. They are always a word away from launching at each other into a full blown wrestling match over the kitchen table. They disagree on all trivial things. They’re also best friends and there is no force in this world that can tear the brothers apart.

- Keeping Essi safe is usually their top priority but Birch often forget that he’s also a younger sibling and Torben is always looking out for him too.

- Likes to collect the things he finds, especially funny shaped rocks and seashells. He’s always carrying around a little pouch to store his treasures. The shelves in his bedroom are packed tight with everything he’s gathered over the years, which he polishes every day.

- Doesn’t like affection from just anyone but will allow it from his family and actively seeks it from Moomin. His papa gives very good hugs and Birch often finds himself needing a specific kind of comfort that only Moomin can give him.

- He’s cleaner than the average Woodie, bathing twice as regularly as is required of him. He then has to scrub the shedding moss he left in the bathtub.

- The little flower patches that grow on his body tend to wilt and fall off during the colder months and burst into bloom again in Spring. The older he gets, the more flowers he accumulates.

- Birch is a dreamer. He’s the musing, pondering sort who likes to fall away to his own imagination. He likes reading and enjoys writing and while he’s tried out a variety of different types, such as stories, plays and memoirs (at Moominpapa-…or rather moomingrandpapa’s insistence) he finally finds that he’s best suited for poetry.

- When Birch and Snufkin first met, his future father was sceptical. Seeing a Woodie child again brought back a mix of nostalgia and an instinctive urge to back away before the confounded little one imprinted on him like last time. And true, while as a young child, Birch was a lot more touchy and clingy but much to Snufkin’s relief, he had an obvious favouritism towards Moomin.

- Snufkin was astonished as Birch grew older and it became clearer with each day that they had a lot in common. Birch often needed his space too, he needed alone time, he didn’t like large crowds and he got grumpy when he wasn’t left alone when asked. And while his siblings didn’t always get that, Moomin and Snufkin understood and allowed him his solitude when he needed it.

- One year, Birch’s heart tells him he needs to leave. Not forever but just for a bit. He doesn’t understand the urge but every inch of him is suddenly screaming “we need to go!” and he has no idea how to react to it. Eventually, he realizes that this is the exact feeling Snufkin always described as he hugged them goodbye every winter. It was something he simply needed to do.

- He’s very anxious about telling Moomin, knowing how family-oriented his papa was and how worried he could get over his childrens’ wellbeing. But once he finally works up the courage to announce his plans over the dinner table, his two papas share a shocked look but the response from both of them is surprisingly supportive. Moomin explains that if it’s what he must do, then do it. Though he had never gotten that feeling himself, being with Snufkin so long has given him a lot of insight on wanderers and the way their souls are. Snufkin says nothing on the matter but Birch catches his smile from across the table and the proud gleam in his eye.

- Birch is the first of the children to go a winter without hibernating. He’s not entirely sure if he’ll do this every year but maybe once in a while would be nice. When the time to leave finally came, Essi clings to him and weeps as Birch holds her close and assures her that he’ll be back again in no time. He can tell Moomin wants to burst into tears too but he holds himself together as not to hold Birch back. Torben is doing the same thing but Birch suspects that more on account of his own self-pride.

- For his first time vagabonding, it’s not as nerve-wracking as he thought it would be. He’s alone of course, but every so often he and Snufkin would cross paths on their respective journeys and share a campfire and talk into the night. It’s only every few weeks but it’s comforting to know that no matter how vast the woods seem to be, his father is out there somewhere. And he doesn’t always need him there. The peace he gets in the weeks between is quite nice. His journal bursts with poems in a way it never has before. Birch believes he might do this again next year.

Essi - The Mumrik. The baby of the bunch. An exploding ball of sunshine and an unstoppable force of nature fused into one tiny form. Often considered the second generation Little My due to how small and rambunctious she can be. That being said, while the similarities are certainly there, there are plenty of differences between the two in the personality department. Essi was put on this planet solely to have fun and play and love, love, love with every beat of her heart.

- Essi has never spoken a word in her life but that doesn’t stop her from having plenty to say. Since she was a baby, her family has caught on to her way of communicating which she does through her paws, facial expressions, whistling, body language and the thump and swish of her tail. Her tail tends to be reserved for her more intimate sayings. When referring to Moomin for example, she bats her tail twice against the nearest surface, producing a little ‘pah pah’ sound.

 - Has absolutely no idea how to pace herself. Essi bursts from the house every day to go play, her brothers in hot pursuit and once she’s out, she’s go, go, go. Never stops running, jumping, climbing, swimming, fishing, whatever. She can never make it home on her own as she’s always burned out and snoring in the meadow by sundown. Torben carries her home on his shoulders.

- Does not like baths and prefers to simply groom herself. However, she falls in the river at least once a day when trying to swipe for fish. Snufkin believes that to be an adequate form of bathing. Moomin disagrees. He also does not appreciate it when Snufkin helps Essi to hide when Moomin is hunting her for bath time. Meanwhile, his husband and daughter consider this quite a fun game.

- Is extremely cuddly, especially where Moomin is concerned. He hardly gets a chance to sit down without Essi hopping on her papa’s stomach and curling up to the warmth of his fur, purring happily. When content, she’ll knead her paws and when affection is being demanded, she will bash her head into Moomin’s nose to receive the cuddles she wants.

- While Birch sometimes finds her nonstop energy annoying/draining at times, Essi looks up to her big brother unconditionally. She doesn’t understand his rock collection or why he’s always writing or locking himself in his room but he’s good! He kisses her scratches when she gets hurt and he hugs her, even if he doesn’t want to and shares his lunch with her he tells really good stories! He even includes more knights at Essi’s request. She tries to thank him for everything he does by bringing him dead bugs but for whatever reason, he doesn’t seem to like it.

- Torben dotes on Essi and he always has. Whether it be by tickles or funny voices or throwing her up in the air, he loves to make his sister laugh. And when Birch isn’t in the mood to join in their nonsense, they make an excellent crime duo. He’s not the greatest influence sometimes but he loves her. He also doesn’t enjoy dead bugs as gifts, which Essi can’t wrap her head around at all.

- Like Snufkin, Essi has an inexplicable bond with nature. She attracts beasts of every sort, who have followed her home on several occasions. Though of course, she isn’t half as annoyed as Snufkin. She’s absolutely delighted by all her new pets! She’s on the lookout for a dragon of her very own though. Like the little one from her papa’s stories. She is a knight after all and what’s a knight without a dragon. (Birch tends to leave out the part of his stories where the knight slays the dragon. Essi is far happier with the interpretation of them being best friends.)

- She found an old sword washed up by the riverbank once and it has become her prized possession. Her family have tried everything but simply cannot talk the little one out of giving up her sword. Torben believes she’s entitled to keep it under the ‘Finder’s, Keepers’ rule. So, she has a sword now and that is that.

- It took Snufkin a while to accept being a father. At first, he didn’t want anything to do with that title at all. Of course, he lived with them, they were his home, he cared for them but it was always Moomin who was the father. Snufkin was just Snufkin. They called him by his name. That’s all he was and all he wanted to be. But one night, he was feeling particularly night owl-ish. Moomin had retired to bed and Snufkin was sitting by the stove, basking in the heat. Silence was then disturbed by the pat pat pat of little feet down the stairs. A tearful Essi, stricken by a bad dream, was welcomed into Snufkin’s arms as he gathered the child into his lap. Little paws going wild as she recounted it all, she was finally soothed by Snufkin’s stroke of her hair and the way he rocked her back and forth. All was quiet, as she began nodding off against his chest, when her tail batted once, then twice, against his leg. ‘Pah pah’ His breath hitched. But he said nothing. There was nothing to say, really, as everything seemed to click in that moment. He hugged Essi tight.

[sweetlangdon]

Strangeness & Charm (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Notes: Hawthorne!Michael. Halloween fluff. Michael uses his powers for good, and a girl finds herself charmed by this mysterious boy from the Hawthorne School. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Some blood, swearing, and a group of boys being creeps. Nothing explicit, but there’s some rough handling of the protagonist. 

[Repost of a previously published fic from my main blog.]

Coming here had been a mistake.

A thunderous bassline rattled inside her ribcage, the lyrics drowned out by the beat. She lingered by the table of refreshments, dodging stray elbows and keeping a mental tally of how many versions of sexy beloved childhood characters crossed into her path. There wasn’t a single person here that she knew, at least not directly. The house—a sprawling mansion full of white marble and high ceilings and far too many sculptures—belonged to someone in her parents’ social circle, and she was supposed to stop by for some bullshit reason. It hadn’t been her idea of a good time on her favorite night of the year. Far from it, actually. It wasn’t like she had plans, anyway, now that all of her friends were miles and miles across the country. But there was no way in hell she’d be making any new ones here.

She hadn’t been motivated enough to dress up, either, and this California weather was not kind to layers. She’d seriously misjudged the flannel button down now that she was gridlocked in a sea of humanity buzzed on alcoholic punch. There had been more alcohol than punch, she found out early on, once she’d tossed back two of those small glasses. She’d been here just over an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Was it socially acceptable to nope the fuck out of this place yet?

The refreshments spread was impressive—she had to give them that at least. It had been the only reason she’d hung around so long, shoveling Halloween cookies and candied apples into the bag draped over her shoulder in the least discreet manner possible. If she had to endure her own personal slice of hell, then she should’ve gotten something out of it. It was only fair to take advantage of free food.

She dropped a handful of assorted fun sized candy bars into her bag, well aware of the unsolicited leering gazes across the room. A trio of fuckboys had been eyeing her since she walked in. She was someone new, someone unknown, so of course they had to sniff her out like prey. That look was universal no matter what coast you lived on, and she wasn’t here for it.

Elbows and shoulders jostled her as she merged into the traffic of mostly costumed bodies. They followed behind, thinking she didn’t notice.

She did.

She hitched her bag up onto her shoulder and continued toward where she thought the front door had been, though this house was laid out like a maze. She attempted to use the crowd as a buffer, but it thinned out faster than she’d anticipated. The hot, sweaty presence of them hovering behind her was too close, too much. Their expensive cologne choked her senses and mingled with whatever combination of booze had been in the punch. She veered down a hall, intending to take off at a brisk walk when a strong hand latched onto her wrist.

“Where’re you going, sweetheart?”

They stalked her, surrounding her, boxing her into a corner. She struggled against the iron grip around her wrist and tried to kick at their shins. If only she could’ve bashed them across the face with her bag full of candied apples and Halloween chocolate when she had the chance.

“Fuck off.”

“Aww, come on—”

“Let her go.”

The steely command filled up the hall as if a layer of ice had suddenly formed on the lavish end tables and lamps and portrait frames. For a moment, the predatory trio relented, and she turned her head to find who the voice belonged to.

A Hawthorne boy. It had to be.

Tall, yet leaner than the trio of dumbasses holding her hostage, he managed to somehow appear more intimidating than the three of them combined. He wore a tailored black suit paired with a crisp white shirt, a thin, glossy black bow tied around his neck. Definitely a uniform, she mused absently, while she gaped at him in something akin to astonishment. He had the most impressive head of strawberry blond hair she’d ever seen.

Slender fingers clenched into fists at his sides and his jaw tightened. She’d heard stories about the boys who went to Hawthorne from her own classmates; they were often spoken about in conspiratorial whispers like they were eldritch beings, the stuff of myth and legend.

Maybe they were.

“Yeah?” one of the trio taunted. “Why don’t you mind your own business?” His fingers pressed deeper into her skin and she imagined a handprint-shaped bruise around her wrist like some macabre bracelet.

“Get your hands off her,” the Hawthorne boy demanded. His voice was even, but she saw the impatience, the anger building in his tone. “I won’t tell you again.”

They laughed. They kept laughing—his nails digging into her skin until her fingers went numb—and she was the only one who caught the smirk that passed over the boy’s lips before they all heard a sickening crack. He dropped her wrist with a cry of agony, holding up a hand full of twisted, mangled fingers. His blood pattered onto the expensive carpet beneath their feet, the white bones that protruded from his broken skin shining in the glow of the orange Halloween lights.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“What the fuck, man?”

The two uninjured assailants rounded on the Hawthorne boy while their friend stood there, sobbing and uselessly clutching his obliterated hand to his chest. She watched the growing stain of red across his shirt and pooling around his shoes with more satisfaction than she was willing to admit.

“The hell did you do to him, freak?”

He’d barely taken two steps toward the Hawthorne boy when he flew up into the air and careened onto the floor on the opposite end of the hallway, attracting a chorus of screams and horrified looks and dropped cups of punch. She saw the boy’s fingers flex, his knuckles white as he confronted the third attacker. The one who’d been bleeding had finally fled the scene, leaving a trail of blood behind.

“Don’t,” her would-be assailant pleaded with wide eyes. “Please, I didn’t—”

Hawthorne boy titled his head. “It’s far too late for that now.”

The third attacker flew into the opposite wall, pressed flat against the mahogany paneling as if someone had their hands around his throat. His hands seemed to be restrained by some unseen force, his feet dangling a few inches from the ground. He sputtered and gurgled trying to take in a breath, all attempts to force out a single, desperate syllable made in vain. She watched the veins pop out of his forehead and neck, his face veering from a gross shade of beet red to a bruised purple.

Hawthorne boy seemed unconcerned—and really, neither was she—but the attention they’d garnered had gotten out of hand, quickly. And then she saw it: she swore Hawthorne boy’s eyes rolled back in his head and he convulsed like he was having some kind of seizure. Blood started to drip from his nostrils.

“Whoa…whoa, easy,” she said, very aware of the shouting and bodies moving around them as she surged forward and grabbed the front of Hawthorne boy’s sweater vest. “Come on, we have to get out of here. Like, now.”

She bulldozed through the crowd to the front door, her fist still curled around his sweater despite the fact that he was a good several inches taller than her. She didn’t even know if he was coherent at this point, she just knew they needed to disappear fast before someone got wise and called the cops on him. She moved like nothing else around them existed, tuning out the whispers and yells until the cool evening air finally hit her in the face.

It was dusk outside. Night encroached on the horizon, orange and purple lights winking to life on the houses they passed. The sidewalks had become flooded with kids in costume. She could breathe when they were at least a block away from the house, and finally let go of Hawthorne boy’s formerly pristine sweater vest after another block. When she turned on her heel, he was blinking slowly, taking shallow breaths while he stared down at the blood on his fingers.

“Are you okay?” she asked, though it sounded pointless after it left her mouth. Of course he wasn’t okay—he was trembling, there was blood all down the front of his starched white shirt, and the terror on his face made something twist uncomfortably in her chest.

“Here, sit down. Careful…deep breaths, that’s it.” He sunk down onto the stone wall of the house they’d stopped in front of. She joined him, cautious of the carved pumpkins that flickered with candlelight to her left.

“There’s too much of it, sometimes,” he said. She could still hear the tremble in his voice, all traces of anger and mischief gone. “I get lost in it. I…don’t even notice until it’s almost too late.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about, but whatever trance he’d been in had looked scary as fuck. She dug around in her bag until she uncovered a few napkins pilfered from the refreshments table. It seemed like the blood flow had stopped, but it’d made a mess of his face and the front of his clothes. There wasn’t much she could do about the uniform. But she pressed the napkin to his nose, gingerly, then wiped up the trails of crimson that had dripped down his lips and chin. He had a jawline for days and crystalline blue eyes that made the breath in her throat catch just a little.

“Thank you,” he murmured, taking the bloodstained napkins and tucking them away into the pocket of his jacket. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“You saved me from those creeps. It was the least I could do,” she answered. “Actually…” She pulled open her bag again, settling it between them. “I dohave a lot of stolen chocolate in here, and there’s no way I’m going to eat it all myself. Do you like candied apples? ‘Cause I took like five of them.”

He laughed, and so did she, because he had the kind of infectious, charming laughter that made her insides turn into complete mush. He unearthed a KitKat bar from the depths of her bag and she tore open a Reese’s peanut butter cup. She couldn’t stop staring at his long, slender fingers and the candlelight that spun his hair into gold.

She was sitting here on Halloween night casually eating stolen chocolate with a Hawthorne boy. What the hell kind of luck had the universe thrown her way?

“I thought all of those stories about you Hawthorne boys were bullshit,” she confessed as the empty wrappers began to pile up between them. “But I’m new here, so what the hell do I know, right?”

He folded one leg underneath him on the stone wall, the other left over the side. She’d settled cross-legged, the wrappers drifting down into her lap.

“Well, I’m Michael,” he said. He flashed a megawatt smile, and it took her a second to register the cheesy albeit adorable joke. “And I don’t know what you’ve heard about Hawthorne but I can guarantee at least half of it is bullshit.”

She laughed. “Yeah, maybe,” she agreed. “But what I saw…what you did…I’m impressed with whatever that was. You’ve made me a believer.”

Michael ripped open another KitKat and shied away from her confession. “Where’d you move from?”

“New York,” she answered. “Y’know, where autumn actually exists and the leaves change color like they’re supposed to.”

“You miss it.”

“You have no idea,” she said.  

Michael hopped down from the wall and brushed off his pants. After shoving the discarded chocolate wrappers into his pocket, he held out one of his hands to her. She pushed the wrappers in her lap back into her bag and took Michael’s hand, letting him help her off the wall. His skin was warm and soft when he laced his fingers between hers.  

He smirked. “Come with me.”

They walked for several blocks, weaving in between bands of costumed kids and dogs. Houses were strung up with lights and fake cobwebs, lawns inundated with artificial fog and tacky decorations. Her eyes wandered to the Jack O’Lanterns displayed on almost every porch and front yard, from the simple, toothy grins to the intricate, pop culture-inspired works of art. High-pitched shrieks pierced the air from somewhere a couple blocks away; across the street, there was the rush of children’s quick footsteps. For a moment, if she closed her eyes, she could conjure the rich scent of wood smoke and damp leaves.

Michael led her into a small wooded park through an elegant wrought iron entranceway. They passed circles of teenagers and kids gathered on the grass trading their trick-or-treat spoils and looking for mischief.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“You’ll see.”

The two of them moved away from the crowds to a quiet little corner where Michael relinquished her hand. She watched him, one eyebrow raised, as he circled a massive tree. He considered it like the tree itself was some kind of challenge, until he stopped and took a deep breath. Michael lifted one arm, then the other, his palms splayed upward to face the network of branches, his movements fluid and graceful.

She only took her eyes off him when she realized the leaves were beginning to fade from their bright verdant color to a golden yellow. One of them floated off the branches and curled into her palm. She studied it, her mouth dropping open as it turned again, this time toward a burnt orange hue. The rest of the leaves followed, dissolving and changing before her very eyes, from gold to dark orange and every shade in between until the tree became a brilliant display of scarlet.

She laughed, twirling under the shelter of the branches while they let go of their leaves, a crimson storm swirling around her. She felt them land on her head, and gathered them up into her arms just to toss them into the breeze again. Her boots crunched through the piles when they accumulated around the tree trunk; for just a moment, she was a kid in her backyard in New York.

Once the last one had fallen, she dove face-first into the most gigantic pile of bright red leaves she’d seen in months. Their rich, earthy fragrance filled up her senses, and she flopped onto her back cocooned by them, feeling blissfully content. Michael towered over her, that ever-present smirk lighting up his face.

She tugged on his pant leg. “Come on,” she beckoned. “Join me—it’s fun.”

Michael toppled backward into the leaves and landed next to her, his hair slightly tousled from the fall. He had a few leaves stuck in those golden curls, another one edging toward the collar of his shirt. His arm brushed hers, his fingers instantly seeking hers out until they were laced together again. She moved closer, the leaves crackling and crunching under her, and rested her head on his shoulder.

She breathed in deep. “So this is what they teach at Hawthorne.”

“…Some of it.”

She was comfortable—way too comfortable. If they stayed here like this all night, she wouldn’t argue. Would he?

“I have to say, I’m jealous.” She let her eyes close. “Thank you…that was the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me since I moved here.”

His thumb brushed across the back of her hand. “It was worth it, to see the look on your face.”

“Hey, Langdon,” a new voice hollered from somewhere behind them. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

Michael sat up and she followed, craning her neck to find a small group of Hawthorne boys in their crisp black and white uniforms. She plucked a couple of leaves out of Michael’s hair, then traced the curve of his cheek with her fingertips.

“I have to go,” he told her. “I’m sorry.”

Fuck it, she thought, before she pressed her lips to his. It was a tentative kiss and far too chaste; she wasn’t sure if she’d miscalculated his feelings. But when she started to pull away, he drew her back to him, his fingers tipping her chin upward. He kissed her deeply, both of them ignoring the howls from his friends until they broke apart, desperate to catch their breath.

Michael left another kiss on her forehead, soft and lingering and delicate.

“See you around, Hawthorne boy.”

He gave her one last grin, and then he was gone, back to his group of mysterious, ethereal friends, back to his strange school of myth and legend, nothing but a silhouette fading into the shadows of this surreal Halloween night.

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[idontcaretbh]

Secret for the Mad

(kinda) slow burn Ironstrange fanfic. Originally posted on AO3 by my account Toxictimefanfics. Please come bug me on Discord! https://discord.gg/dNrb37M

Chapter 1: Magic (Mystery Skulls)

Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is broken. He’s done his fair share of healing though it’s becoming far too much for him to do alone. He is among the newest Avengers, as such he’s staying with all the others in the Avengers tower. It’s hard to get used to, given that he’s constantly surrounded by the most dangerous people on Earth. Something he can’t seem to comprehend is Stark. Anthony Edward Stark is quite the character. He’s arrogant, egotistical, vain, and worst of all he’s self centered and narcissistic. He’s all of these things that annoy Stephen to his very bones, then why does he also have to be kind, caring, affectionate, and charitable, not to mention down right gorgeous?

Stephen is awoken one night due to the constant pain in his hands. With a sigh he gets up and exits his room. It’s late, four in the morning to be exact. Once in the hall he proceeds to the living room balcony wearing exactly what he wore to bed in the first place, horrible bright pink sweatpants and an old gray sweatshirt. He’s surprised to find someone else on the balcony by the time he gets there. Not wanting to scare whoever it is too bad Stephen decides to knock on the edge of the open sliding glass door, the mystery person whirls around to reveal a disheveled Tony Stark.

“Stark.” Stephen says joining Tony at the railing, looking out at the beautiful view they have of New York.

“Strange.” Tony says in reply turning back to the view.

“You look like shit, couldn’t sleep?” Stephen asks the other with a playful grin. In return Tony only laughs and punches the taller man in the arm.

“What about you all high and mighty? Certainly the ‘Sorcerer Supreme’ needs his sleep?” Tony asks in his all too common childish voice.

Stephen chuckled then responded, “I asked you first asshole.” To which Tony sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s just we’ve all been through a lot lately. Sure the whole Thanos thing left everyone rattled but everyone’s seemed to have bounced back from either literally dying or seeing their best friends die.” He paused for a moment letting the other respond.

“You haven’t ‘bounced back’ though, have you?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The kid literally died in my arms while begging me to make it stop. I couldn’t stop it. And you know what? I blamed you for part of that.”

“Oh really? And why’s that?”

“You literally gave Thanos the fucking time stone after telling me and Peter that you wouldn’t mind sacrificing us if it meant protecting the damn thing. So I blamed you for giving the madman the power he wanted.”

“Truth be told I did have a plan, doing something stupid just happened to be part of the plan.” Strange shrugged with the end of his sentence.

“It was such a fucking stupid plan, Strange. You all died and left me and Nebula alone on Titan. We literally had no idea what to do. She’s actually great company once you get to know her.”

“I’ll have to talk to her then, probably even thank her for helping you save everyone.”

“Hell yeah, you’ll probably like her, she’s actually super funny once she’s comfortable around you.”

“Noted, but Stark you were always part of the winning plan.”

“I was?”

“You were the one who killed the titan were you not?”

“Well yeah but anyone in my position would have done the same.”

“But it wouldn’t have worked Tony!” Stephen nearly yelled in his frustration. “If it were anyone else it wouldn’t have worked. It had to be you.” He said quietly, returning the silence, only this time it’s extremely uncomfortable.

“I literally thought I was going to die so many times Strange. You scared the hell out of me, you know?” Tony sighed. “I was so damn scared Stephen.” The conversation took an odd turn when the scientist moved his hand to rest on the doctor’s making the other hiss in pain. “Oh sorry! I didn’t realize that would hurt you.”

“I thought you were more observant than that Anthony.” The sorcerer sighed and looked down at his hands. “Terrible car accident, crushed my hands.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright it’s not your fault, I suppose I should wear those gloves less?”

“Oh my GOD yes! Those things are hideous! They don’t go with the rest of your usual outfit at all! Yellow doesn’t go with red or blue!” Tony defended much to Stephen’s amusement.

“I won’t argue with you. I assume nobody knows just how mangled my hands are since I hide them all the time?”

“Damn straight. And here I thought I had you all figured out Strange.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, other than literally all the fucking wizard shit I don’t understand. You’re an ass.”

Stephen chuckled a bit at Tony’s response but thought of a simple solution to him not understanding: Show him.

“Well, I could show you some things if you’d like.” The sorcerer said, turning to the other with a grin.

“That sounds real cool doc, but I can’t have you destroying the place. Not that I’m accusing you of wanting to, You just can’t be too careful with all the Avengers in one building.” Tony rambled and was surprised to hear the taller man start laughing at what he had to say about the situation.

“I have a solution for that.” Stephen said matter-of-factly, raising his hands and performing a spell in one fluid motion, instantly what looked and sounded like shattered glass surrounded them, “this is the mirror dimension, what happens in here doesn’t have any effect on the real world, what happens here, stays here. Oh! And nobody can see us.” He rambles with a grin.

“Alright then Dumbledore, let's see what you've got.” Tony responds, amusement evident in his tone.

“First off, never call me that again, secondly, you're going to want to hold on to that railing.”

“What are you talking about Stra-” Tony starts before the part of the balcony he was standing on shot into the air Stephen following soon after. “What the hell was that Strange?!” Said man stepped onto the platform Tony was standing on and made his own shrink back down.

“Easy, I'm simply showing off.” He said with a wave of his hand, in a split second the platform both men were standing on broke off and began lazily drifting over the city.

“I don't usually have the luxury of seeing the city from this height without something needing to be saved.” Tony breathed out. “It's amazing, you know, despite the glass shards.”

“I'd rather not even attempt bringing us out of the Mirror Dimension, manipulation of the world is practically impossible unless we're here.” Stephen explains, moving his hands to bend and distort the multitude of buildings in the city below.

Tony watched it happen with a look of astonishment and pure wonder. Stephen thinks it's adorable, even if he knows the other man is trying to explain everything he sees with every form of science he can think of.

“What else can you do?” Tony asked out of the blue after roughly ten minutes of watching the distorted buildings.

“Well, you've seen a lot of what I can do when we're in a fight. But here.” Stephen says, conjuring a small shield. “This thing can actually block a lot more than you'd think.”

“Do you think it'd be able to take on both of the repulsors of my newest suit?”

“Probably.” Stephen chuckles and gets rid of the shield.

“You never answered my question by the way.” Stephen turns to the engineer with a questioning look.

Tony sighs before explaining. “ I asked why you're up this late.”

“It's my hands actually. I've gone through so many surgeries that the pain is unavoidable at times.” Stephen explains, holding up his shaking, heavily scarred hands for the other to examine.

“I might be able to help with that.” The engineer replied with a yawn. “We should probably head back though, people will be wondering where we disappeared to.”

Confused, the sorcerer asked for the time, they had been talking for almost two hours meaning some of the early risers would be getting up soon.

“You're right.” He relented, setting everything in their surroundings back to normal and opening a portal out of the Mirror Dimension. They parted ways promising they'd talk more once they'd had some sleep.

[virginiamccarty]

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[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball 133

It’s three years later, baby!   And that means it’s time for the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai!   Unfortunately, none of the main characters have shown up to register, and they’re about to close up for the day. 

Here’s Puar and Oolong.   I guess Oolong looks a little taller?   Well, he pretty much stays at this height from here on out, so I give up trying to figure out how old he is.

I like how Bulma is super-excited to see Launch, like they became good pals off panel.   Roshi is all astonished at how Bulma looks after three years.   Okay, but she was 19 the last time he saw her.   Does she really look that different now?   Besides, he seemed to like ‘em young before.   If anything, you’d think he’d lose interest in Bulma and Launch by now.

Bulma’s kind of sore at Yamcha, who apparently dropped by West City exactly once in three years, and then never showed his face again.  

Never mind that.    This little girl lost her baloon!   If only someone could reach it!

Bulma tries, but she’s just not tall enough!   And that’s a shame, because she’s one of the taller people here.    Oolong could turn into something tall enough, but he’s a lazy fuck, so that’s not happening. 

Then this big strappin’ fella shows up and gets the baloon.   No one knows who he is, but he knows Bulma.

Who the heck is this guy?   Could it be????

That’s right, it’s Goku!   And he’s huge!   Now all the bad guys won’t have to bend over awkwardly to punch him!

Bulma thinks Adult Goku is HAWT.   

Puar reminds her that Yamcha’s even hawt-er.   You know, I can’t really tell, to be honest, but Yamcha is hotter than Goku, isn’t he?    Like, I always just took it for granted that Yamcha was the eye candy of the gang.  

Bulma doesn’t appreciate this, however, because she’s super fickle.    She’s got that Saiyan fever, and she doesn’t even know what it is yet.

Turns out there’s only five minutes left to sign up for the tournament, and the others still haven’t shown up, so they start talking about having Paur and Oolong disguise themselves to sign up in their place.   Except Oolong has to cool down for a minute in between shape-shifting, so he couldn’t cover the whole squad in time, even with Puar helping. 

Fortunately, I just heard the word that’s been around, and guess who’s back in town.    Boys are back.   Boys are back.

Turns out they all went their separate ways some time ago, and ran into each other today.   Yamcha’s got scars on his face, but I think the real question is where he got those shoulderguards.  

Goku says hi, and Krillin loses it.

He hasn’t seen Goku since the end of the last tournament, you see, so this is a big deal to him.   Goku brought him back to life, and he never had the chance to thank him.   Chiaotzu didn’t either, but he’s not gonna hug Goku because that’s not how Chiaotzu rolls.

“Whoa, Goku looks so jacked.    He’s probably stronger than ever.”

“Indeed.  This should be a most interestng tournament.”

“He’s not handsomer than me, though, is he?”

“What?  No, of course not, Yamcha.”

Later, Tien pulls Roshi aside and asks him if he’ll be participating again as Jackie Chun.   Roshi says no, as he’s convinced that he wouldn’t stand a chance against them this time.    Then Dragon Ball Super happened.

Bulma goes to her hotel room and makes a li’l ghost out of tissue paper and hangs it from the window.   I have no idea why.

Krillin asks Goku what it was like training with Kami, and Goku explains that it was really hard.   Like taking a math test, only, y’know, twice.

Yamcha says he’s been training in his sleep for three years.   Was Yamcha in a coma the whole time?  

Also, I think it’s somewhere around here that the word “training” really kind of lost all meaning.   At the beginning of Dragon Ball, we saw exactly how much hard work Goku and Krillin did to get as strong as they became.   Now, “training” is just a thing characters say they did to justify their relevance in a fight.    

This isn’t to say that Yamcha didn’t train, or that he failed to train hard enough, but the problem is that we really don’t know.    He just did some training, and now we have to wait and see how far it’ll get him.  The implication is that “training” is just a thing you do when you want to get stronger, as if it were a one-step solution.

Okay, so this is one of my favorite scenes in Dragon Ball, where this clock tower gets struck by lightning, and debris rains down on this mother and son.

She rushes over to shield him...

Also, this bystander lady looks really cool.  I was trying to grab the moment where the falling debris got zapped away, but this is fine.

Mom is all grateful to their hero, who turns out to be...

DA DA DAN-DA-DA-DANNNNNN!   Doodly-doodly-doo-doo.

Piccolo Junior is here to wreck some shit!  Starting with the pieces of that clock tower, apparently!   Also, he crushes that kid’s toy when he walks away.   

But why would Piccolo save a mother and son?  He’s pure evil!   Or does he? 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 

The next day, the monks shoot off fireworks for the crowd. 

Goku asks Roshi if he brought a Turtle School uniform for him to wear like the last two tournaments.   Roshi insists that they’ve all surpassed his teachings, and they’ve become fine martial artists in their own right.   They don’t need to wear his colors anymore.

Krillin expected to hear something like that, which is exactly why he had one made for just this occasion.   Krillin looks bad ass.   The only thing he’s missing are the t-shirt and boots he wore during the Androids arc.  

Yamcha’s like “Krillin, you magnificent son of a bitch, I read your book, bro!”

And Goku has a Turtle uniform too.   Why did he ask Roshi for one, then?   Maybe he wanted to see if Roshi had a spare, since he always wrecks his uniform every time he fights in these tournaments.    Can’t borrow Krillin’s anymore, because he’s too big for that.

Krillin and Yamcha notice that Goku’s tail is gone (again), and Goku explains that Kami removed it.   Goku himself doesn’t understan why, but he knows that Kami restored the moon some time back, and he removed Goku’s tail around the same time.  I assume this process was permanent, since we’ll never see Goku’s tail again.   Well, it came back in Dragon Ball GT, but fuck GT, honestly.  

Then Goku gets a gander at this feller.   Yeah, that’s right, Piccolo is here and he’s entered this tournament.

He didn’t register as “Piccolo”, though.   He signed up as “Majunior”, or “Demon Junior” as he’s called in the dub.  

[coolmiddlename]

kitty analyses pb again because fuck you

I feel like the finale was a great challenge of Princess Bubblegum’s character.

You have to remember that her past is buried in bloodshed. She made her kingdom on top of ashes old and new, which is pretty fucking metal now I say it out loud. But if you think back to eps like Rattleballs, The Cooler, What Have You Done, maybe even her reaction to being unelected in the s6 finale, it took a lot of growth for PB to get past what she was before. Even after becoming less cold, she still feels vulnerable and makes great efforts to retain either her own life or, more recently, the legacy of her kingdom. 

After all her efforts to become a calmer person, to not headway into brash and vindictive decisions, here comes Uncle Gumbald with his miraculous candy city. She’s being taunted by one of her creations who is a great smear against her pride. He’s simultaneously her child, her father figure, and her bloody nemesis! He gets under her skin because he’s a bit like her, but somehow more ambitious, more powerful (the fuck??), more evil, and arguably the stigma for all those furious bloodshed PB carried out in her younger years. She can’t deal with him being around and wants him gone, and it makes her recede back into that vindictive dictator state, trying to justify it all to herself.    

 Finn protests about her ideas for war, and even Marcy gets involved, and you can see PB is quick to dismiss criticism of the war from Finn but when Marcy gets involved you can see her visually questioning herself a bit more. I really liked that moment. Marcy makes it clear that PB’s idea is going to end in misery for herself, but PB feels backed into a corner, and quietly says they’ll talk about this when it’s over, and basically begs Marceline to wish her luck. PB isn’t sure if she’ll speak to Marceline ever again, because they both sense that any actual war would result quickly in her death.  

And when Finn says he’s known her a long time, she sees his robot arm, is reminded of Shoko and just what she did to her during one of her previous attempts at an arms race. Shoko died because of PB overreacting to a challenge and making her weapons a little too deadly. 

Of course as soon as Gumbald opens his mouth PB goes fucking 180 again and tries to wreck him. Finn and Jake have already set their trap, however - they bind them together in a dream, where they’re not able to just murder each other with opposing armies and have to deal with this together.  

While PB and Gumbald immediately start trying to kill each other in the dream, once they “succeed” in a toothbrush lance battle, they start to hallucinate being in each other’s shoes. Quite fitting - PB at this stage is so filled with bloodthirst she’d be ready to commit the sin her uncle did against her, and she faces the consequences. She sees Gumbald build the candy kingdom around her, is filled with such shock and envy. Gumbald meanwhile experiences the horror he put Bonnie through as a tiny kid, and just how hard it is to follow his dream to keep a kingdom together when it wants to fall apart. When PB wants to help him, she can’t do anything but make a dumb joke, and starts craughing. He does the same. A rather hilarious and dissonant scene that contains a lot to pull apart regarding their characters.   

Waking up from the dream PB realises just what the fuck she was doing, she’s snapped out of her revenge stupor, and apologises to her uncle even though she’s got no idea whether he will apologise back. 

Gumbald’s “apology” is very inkeeping with the show, to be honest. Sometimes people in AT are just assholes and you have to deal with it. Sometimes AT has abrupt anticlimaxes like that. Think Magic Man’s initial appearance, and every time it looks like Ice King is gonna show a bit of empathy but turns it around into comedically timed selfishness. Aunt Molly doing a 180 makes me glare daggers in suspicion but once again that sort of character change is also extremely common (i mean, think of Lemongrab and how violent and horrible he is, but he’s still hanging with the good guys because there is no reason to fight. It’s a peculiar dissonance but I think AT wants to show that, to show that good people and kinda-evil-but-not-supervillainous people live in the world together).  

Anyway, PB rolls with it. TWO CANDY KINGDOMS IT IS!

Of course when Golb attacks, PB has to think on her feet and you can tell by the sweatdrops she’s panicking internally... the Banana Guards are terrified she’s gonna make them attack, but instead in a moment of pragmatic empathy she tells them to flee for their lives or they’ll add to its mass, and gets the Gumball Guardians to attack instead because only they stand a chance at stopping the threat.  PB decides to stay on the front lines and tries her best to coordinate the attack but isn’t doing very well, and while everyone else is caught in the battle and her remaining forces are turned against her, she sort of loses all her backup support. The she FACES DEATH ITSELF, which is getting slamdunked by a horrible candy flesh monster.  To be honest I thought she’d just turn to mush again, like in the season 2 finale, but while she had an extremely close brush with death her quick thinking emergency shield let her survive.   

Marcie coming in to avenge her, the tender moment they have when Marcie realises she’s still alive.. Marcie understands how vulnerable PB is, how she so easily gets over her head and takes so many risks, and PB is taken aback by how much her girlfriend really worries about her wellbeing, even back when they weren’t talking Marcie still cared for her. She reassures her that she’s a tough gum and she’s “nothing’s never happening to me. never.” And admits she might have a concussion. Fucking adorable. 

I loved this scene not just for its immediate fluff but because Marcie is ready to admit to PB that even when they were not talking before What was Missing/Sky Witch, even when Peebles was a bit of a monster who had shut off everybody else from her life, Marceline still saw her as a little vulnerable, someone who needed and deserved a bit of protection. This goes so well with how they interacted in Season 7, when Bonnie had ran away from the kingom and was trying to pretend it was all okay but Marcie saw right through her. Marceline has never had the openness to say something like this before and when they spoke in the past during their breakup she had always recoiled or backfired to PB’s cold attitude. Here, Marceline is fully open and expressing herself and her great fears of losing Bonnie. With themselves fully open here, feeling a deep level of affection and appreciation for each other, they fuse kiss. The familiar kiss of two people who have been in love for quite some time.  Astonishing moment.

Then they’re basically joined at the hip,they embrace in hopes that they can make it out alive when the fight gets too big for them to be involved, then they notice BMO singing and Bonnie’s nerdiness lets her realise HARMONY was the secret weapon against the chaos. Kinda cool. (BMO’s moment with jake was wonderful btw and i hope lots of people are thinking about it.) I must give credit to Hynden Walch’s beautiful backup singing which stands out as she does so in a different key. 

GOLB nonsense aside, she ends the series going up to Finn, no crown on her head, and thanking him for disobeying her with a kiss on the cheek. She says he’s growing taller. PB and Finn having warmer moments like this has been a staple of the past couple seasons, as he got over his fiery passion for her and his childlike rejection, and learned more about who she was... idolised her less and saw her as a friend. They’re able to be far more Real with each other than in season 5 when they were both pretty much loners. 

Anyway, as Adventure Time ends, I’m happy with the roles of all the characters in the finale, even if it was a bit of a jumbled fucking mess. Adventure Time as a whole is a jumbled fucking mess, so it fits.I also like that the adventure ends with you not knowing exactly what’s going to happen to the characters in the future, they could pump out a new episode next week following from this one and t would be perfectly fine. I like that we get to see some people being happy and silly in the next post apocalypse, and that we never find out what caused the world to end again but we are able to speculate as to what happened.

I must note that PB is probably still around in this future as hinted by the giant Gumball and the “office” inside it, and has managed to protect her people one last time... If I were a betting lady she’s probably taking a break until things cool off by going on new adventures with her partner.  But she could be dead! Maybe there was a great war in the end? Maybe it was just a really bad experiment. Who knows? Who cares? Anything could have happened in Adventure Time. 

[artificialqueens]

Hold On To Me Chapter 10 {biadore} -imafuckinglibra

Hello, Konichiwa, Bonjour, Hola, Aloha, Guten tag, Namastê. You know, I saw you’re looking like you wanna fuck me on the table backstage. Woos…this shit turned out super fluffy. Summary, mkay. Roy in hospital, Danny freaking out, Raja and Shane does a thing (not that thing) and then Danny taking care of Roy and fluff ensues. K bye.

Danny’s heart sank and his world started spinning. Shit! Shit! Shit! He dropped to the ground clutching his shakey knees.

Hospital. Roy. Hospital. Roy. Nothing else went through his head except those two words.

“Where are you? If you want to come see him Raja’ll come pick you up we’re still waiting for him to get admitted.” Shane’s voice was a strange mixture of fear yet calm. How the hell he managed that was a fucking mystery his voice trailed off and he could hear a commotion in the background.

“What did they just say about getting up!? I’m…hold on…” Danny could hear Roy arguing about something with Shane in the background.

‘At least he’s still okay enough to fight…okay it’s okay, he’s okay.’ Danny tried calming himself down.

“What’s up?” Aaron asked bending down beside him with his hand on his knee.

“You can go on ahead I uh, I have another ride don’t worry. Thanks, man.” He smiled at his friend. Taking a deep breath to center himself before he stood up.

Aaron threw his jacket over his shoulder and with a hug goodbye he walked out. Shoving the still embraced and bickering Cracker and Aquaria out of the hall with him.

“Shane? Court?” He asked when the voices on the other end had still not spoken.

“Sorry about that.” Shane’s voice more panicked than earlier. “Sorry for calling but…”

“I want to come see him.” Danny interrupted before he could finish.

“Okay…wait outside Raja’s leaving right now.”

“On my way, sweetie!” Raja yelled somewhere in the distance.

“Who are you talki…” Roy’s gravely voice could be heard in the back followed by what sounded like some very loud painful vomiting and a few people’s worried shouting.

Danny’s heart grew heavy, a sinking feeling about it being real that Roy was in the hospital scaring the shit out of him. He slammed his locker shut forgetting half of the things he wanted to put away and ran outside.

Sitting down cross legged in the middle of the parking lot so he couldn’t be missed no matter which way Raja was coming from he waited patiently.

With trembling hands he lit a cigarette, burning his finger accidentally when he wasn’t paying attention and couldn’t keep his hands still near the tip of his cigarette.

He took a deep inhale of nicotine and held it in his lungs for a second longer hoping it’ll ease his anxiety while wiping his runny nose with his sleeve.

It was as if all the tears and emotions he had been holding in all day were begging to be released all at once.

He knew he liked Roy, more than any other guy he ever had before but suddenly all his feelings were brought to the surface. His worst fear of losing Roy realized. He couldn’t even spend a day without him what would happen if something really bad happened to him? How would he…no. No. He can’t think about it.

With an exhale he wiped away any sign of distress quickly and tried distracting himself by watching the cars. Trying to figure out which one would be Raja’s, his little game ended up lasting longer than he’d have liked.

Soon enough though a familiar sleek black Mercedes rounded the corner at a dangerous speed and Danny slowly stood up walking to where he saw Raja entering. He half expected Roy to climb out seeing as it was his car, his heart aching when it was Raja instead who opened the door for him.

“You don’t have to put that out, I won’t tell Bozo we smoked in his car if you don’t.” Raja joked to lighten to mood lighting a cigarette as well. Despite the older’s efforts the ride was long and silent, an uneasy tension lingering in the air as they drove to the hospital. Danny’s stomach spinning fast and seemingly never ending like the wheels of the car they were in.

“You got him into drag right?” Danny asked taking one of Raja’s conversation baits.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve modeled and done drag all my life. I did make up he made gowns it just seemed right, like the perfect pair.” Raja smiled at him.

“Perfect pair? So you…”

“Oh hell no we never dated or anything, we kai kai’d a few times but when you’ve been friends for 10 plus years it happens.” This didn’t make Danny feel better.

Instead it just ignited his jealousy and insecurities. How was he supposed to compete with this inhumanly beautiful creature?

“You know, you seem like a nice kid so I’ll be honest…I’m a pretty open queen, but I’m still on the fence about you.” Raja’s eyes were focused on the road, avoiding Danny’s.

“What? Why? What did…what I do?” Danny stuttered thrown off by his comment.

“But! But he does seem happy with you. Besides the whole ‘Oh no I’m a terrible person!’ or ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ 3am drunk rambles I get he seems happy with you.” Raja nodded as if he was reminding himself of something more than he was reassuring Danny. “And I genuinely like you, you’re a cool kid. Just know if you fuck this up I’ll be the one who has to fuck him and hold him and feed him vodka till he’s okay again. I’ve been there done that, don’t want to do it again. And I will physically murder you if I have to.”

After that the conversation went dead again.

“Hey, we’re here…yeah…yeah…yep, what room?” Raja called Shane when they started making their way into the building.

Despite his anxiety being through the roof Danny couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at Raja and how effortlessly cool and ethereal he moved and acted.

Even just walking through a fluorescent lit dreary hospital corridor his hips swayed as if he was on a high fashion catwalk with all the spotlights on him.

“Knock knock.” He tapped on the open grey door before walking in smiling at presumably Roy or Shane inside. Danny had no idea who though, he was still standing outside, his legs unable to move. “I brought the babe, you’re welcome.”

Fear, anger, heartbreak, longing, anxiety, confusion, more fear…it was all crashing over him once again. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he took a step forward into the doorway with his head tilted down.

“Oh for fu…What the fuck are you…I’m calling deportation!” Roy groaned. “Hi, Noriega.”

Danny kept his head down when he opened his eyes still too afraid to look at Roy in the hospital bed in case it was bad, tears immediately flowing down his face and his body shaking though.

He tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeves but the tears seemed to flow faster than he could swipe them away.

“Okay that’s unnecessary just come here.” Roy sighed holding his arms out.

Danny walked forward slowly dropping onto the bed covering his face with his palms. His tears now flowing even heavier as his sobs grew when he felt the familiar warmth of Roy’s strong arms surrounding him. Goddammit he missed his arms.

He missed Roy.

“Hey, it’s all good, it’s all good. I got you.” Roy tried shushing him rocking him in his arms, his voice considerably groggier than normal before it became panicked. “Dan…wait, someone…”

Shane grabbed his leg and told him to get up quickly. He tried looking back at Roy to see what was wrong but Shane turned his head back holding his face still. Danny wanted to ask what was going on but when he heard some violent vomiting behind him he figured it out.

He turned around when the room went silent again, his heart dropping and his skin running cold at the sight of Roy.

His skin abnormally pale, sweat around his temples, moisture around his reddened eyes from throwing up and various tubes and wires running up and down his arms with a few around his chest.

“Wow you don’t have detention for once how did that happen?” Roy joked. His dimples lifting around a small smile, clearly an attempt to make Danny feel better more than anything else. He saw it wasn’t working and reached out to tug on his hoodie. “Come here, baby.”

Danny climbed back onto the bed hesitantly cuddling up to Roy, his head in the shoulder of the arm wrapped around him rubbing his back.

Seeing Danny there was a complete shock for Roy and even though he pretended that he wanted to kill Shane for calling him he was actually very grateful. Having Danny there lifted his spirits despite the teen clearly being a complete mess.

Raja and Shane looked at each other knowingly and quickly made an exit leaving the pair alone, closing the door behind them to give them some privacy.

“Did you give him the speech?” Shane asked slyly grinning at his much taller friend when they were out of ear shot of the couple.

“Oh yeah.” Raja grinned throwing his arm around Shane as they walked down the hallway to the cafeteria. “Scared the shit out of him, I think we did good.”

“You stink.” Roy commented but when Danny looked up in panic he snorted. “Kidding! I’m kidding, you do reek of smoke though.”

“You reek of hospital…and a bar.” Danny said softly, his voice breaking at the word hospital.

“I know I’m sorry, told you I’m from New Orleans.”

“Why are you here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re here? I was fucking freaking out all day because you weren’t texting back and then you weren’t there in…” Roy shushed him when his mind started spiraling with his mouth firing out everything as it came up.

“It’s all good now it’s okay. Which question do you want answered first?”

“Are you dying?”

“Oh god I hope not.” Roy laughed but when Danny scooted closer pushing himself up with his hand on his stomach he winced. “Okay ow, gentle bitch.”

Danny’s eyes flicked from Roy’s face to his hand, quickly lifting it up afraid of hurting him again. “Shit, sorry!”

Roy took the raised hand into his own, giving the back of it a kiss holding it against his cheek to enjoy the feeling of skin on skin contact.

“It’s not that bad, don’t worry. Are you okay? You look like a fucking mess and that’s coming from me.” He examined the redness around one of his knuckles. “What happened here?”

“Accidentally burned myself. And yeah I’m okay. Just thought you left and that yesterday was goodbye goodbye so I don’t know…”

Roy let go of his hand and ran his cold fingers over Danny’s damp cheek, lifting his chin with them so he could give him a small kiss.

Probably wasn’t the best time but they both needed it so screw it.

Roy tasted of vomit and…blood? But it didn’t stop Danny from leaning in further for a kiss, his hand cupping Roy’s stubbly cheek to pull him in closer.

“It wasn’t meant as goodbye goodbye, but I get it.” Roy pulled back from their kiss, dropping his head into the pillow turning it to look Danny in the eyes. The young man with his hand still on his cheek now playing with the fluff that had grown from not doing drag in a few days.

“After that thing yesterday I was same as you I guess. I needed to not think or feel anything so I went to the bar, drank myself under a table and got my ass kicked.” He shrugged as if all of this was as mundane as wiping your ass.

Danny’s hand halted and his eyes went wide already watering up again. He leaned in again for another kiss to show the boy he was fine. “Hey, I’m good now learn to listen, bitch. They said I can go home tomorrow.”

“Nurse said you can only have 2 visitors so I’m heading out, and if they ask you’re Courtney’s brother we didn’t mention the student thing don’t worry. Show him your stomach though it’s gnarly.” Raja leaned into the door interrupting them. Roy thanked him and he left almost as fast as he had appeared.

“Stomach?” Danny asked looking down. Roy nodded giving him the go and the teen slowly pulled down the blue blanket off him. Lifting the hospital gown up exposing his grey underwear stained red from where he puked on it earlier.

A dark redish-blue bruise around his navel with red spots splattered over it and a matching one on his ribs now very visible. He gently trailed his fingers over it to examine it but not hurt him.

“I was trying to get in my car to…not important nevermind, but was too fucked up to actually get it open when some guys jumped me. They took my wallet and my phone, that’s why I didn’t text you, I’m sorry I had you worried.” Roy clarified placing a small kiss on his cheek watching the lanky fingers on his abdomen move.

“Or anyone.” Shane came in holding a can of Pepsi and a sandwich, the sight of food causing a loud growl to erupt from Danny’s gut. “Figured you’d be hungry since you just came back from school, guess I was right, hope this is okay?”

Danny sat up when Roy gave him permission to eat and started unwrapping the meal Shane handed him, “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t tell anyone. He walked home but called me earlier on his house phone of all things asking me to pick up his car and drive him to work because he overslept. When I got to his apartment he looked like death and after telling me why I brought him here.”

Danny looked behind him at Roy but he reassured him he was fine and continued calmly rubbing his back as he listened to the rest of the story chewing his food.

“We waited for almost 2 hours till he started throwing up blood and they finally admitted him. But, while we were waiting this idiot told me what happened yesterday so I had to call you! How can you let this poor baby go like that! You monster.” Shane crossed his arms glaring at Roy.

“I didn’t let him go I just didn’t want to be caught! Listen, sneaking around fucking a 18 year old at…”

“19.” Danny interrupted because apparently age was what was important here.

“I thought 18?”

“Nope, 19.” Danny took another big bite, “My birfthday wath Thaterday.”

“You’re birthday was…what?” Roy tried sitting up but a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. “Nope, nope, nope. Going back down.”

“And you do go down very well.” Danny joked wiggling his brows at Roy.

“Shut up and eat your shit.” He pushed the giggling face away from him.

“I want the details later by the way. You can’t be too shabby either seeing as he…” Shane grinned at Roy, the smugness practically dripping off his face. “Roy. Tell our little Danny boy here why you were so desperate to get in your car in the first place last night.”

Roy’s pale skin became flushed both from embarrassment and anger and he had to drop his head to avoid Danny’s stare. “Have you uh…have you ever seen The Graduate?”

Shane’s grin grew wider looking at Danny waiting for an answer. The teen nodded unsurely which somehow made both Roy redder and Shane grin wider.

“You know how, in…in the end, uh he…he runs to stop the wedding and they drive off.” God he was stuttering this is ridiculous. “I was planning on driving to your house and…you get the idea.”

Danny’s eyes went wide, almost as wide as his mouth. Shane excitedly nodded at Danny laughing loudly, embarrassing Roy Haylock was truly the best day of his life.

“I was wasted!” Roy defended raising his voice a little too high.

“Okay don’t break a rib…Daniela,” Shane turned back to the teen who was now just as red and looking down at his hands. “Would you like to stay or should I take you home?”

“Can I stay?” Danny asked looking back at Roy for an answer.

“Why?” He wanted Danny to stay obviously but what to do with his feelings were still too unsure for them to be alone in a small room.

He knew he wanted to be with him, clearly, he nearly drove to his house at drunk as fuck at 4am to tell him that but their situation was too fucked up, especially now thanks to Shane. Shady bitch.

“I don’t know, to take care of you…Mrs Robinson.”

Roy protested at first and read him for getting the name wrong but when the pain in his gut got too much to handle he gave in, curling over to one side like a wounded animal.

Roy’s motto had always been ‘Never let a bitch see you sweat’ so for him to be this vulnerable hurt his ego more his injuries hurt him physically.

“I need you.” Roy reached around to grab his hand. “Just distract me.”

“What?”

“When you had your concussion, fuck this shit hurts.” Roy’s voice was strained, the pain clearly affecting him too much which made Shane run off to leave them alone but also to call the nurse and ask for pain meds.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Danny popped one earbud into Roy’s ear and then the other in his own so they could listen together.

The soft guitar strumming of Look at me by Semi Precious Weapons playing as Danny took his place behind him, spooning him with his arm under Roy’s.

The man clutching his hand tightly to cope with the agony while Danny softly sang along to the song. Placing small kisses on his shoulder and neck with soft whispers telling him he’s there between his singing.

You look gorgeous by the light of my phone Please move closer dear, you know I live alone Subtlety is not my strength, so pay attention to my face Subtlety is not my strength but patience is, so I’ll just wait

If you wanna dance, I’ll dance If you wanna touch, I’ll touch If you wanna kiss, I’ll kiss Just look at me while we do it Look at me while we do it

“I didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday.” Roy suddenly said through gritted teeth when the song switched.

“I know.”

“I’m just so fucking scared.”

“I know.”

“I always plan ahead, shit this is really fucking bad.” His fingers between Danny’s grew tighter the tighter the stinging in his abdomen grew. “I never seem to be able to plan ahead with you, I don’t know what this is and that’s the scary part. Is sneaking around fucking in a closet during detentions really all we are now? I mean that shit is insane.”

“Isn’t that enough?” Danny pressed his forehead against Roy’s damp back.

“Is it?” Roy’s voice got low, so low it was barely audible.

They laid in silence for a while just listening to the music switch to Courtney Love waiting for Roy’s pain meds to kick in and he could finally calm down. Both mentally and physically.

He scooted around so they could be looking at each other, Danny’s eyes still puffy from crying matching the puffiness of Roy’s swollen cheek.

Their faces were only an inch or two apart, so close they could feel the other’s breathing on their lips. Roy brought up his hand that had the tube stuck to it with a white square piece of tape, his thumb gently trailing over Danny’s bottom lip before it moved down to his chin.

“I adore you.” Roy whispered.

“Please don’t die on me.” Danny whispered back.

Roy tilted his head when he saw Danny leaning in to close the space between their lips. No words needed - just lips. Slowly and tenderly saying what they each felt.

“I’m glad you’re here, I needed this. I needed you.” Roy breathed between kisses.

Their tender moment being interrupted by Shane knocking on the door. “I’m heading out, I’ll be back in an hour just need to run to the shops. Can you keep an eye on him?”

“Aye aye.” Danny saluted him goodbye.

“What time is it?” Roy suddenly asked looking at Danny’s phone to see it’s already 3pm.

Danny watched him confused at why he was suddenly so concerned with the time and where the remote for the tv was.

Flicking through the channels it hit Danny who was on every day at 3pm - Judge Judy.

“You’re such an old ass bitch oh my god.” Danny laughed scooting away from Roy when the nurse brought his lunch in.

“I love her I, I watch her all the time because she makes me laugh.” Roy clarified when the nurse was out.

“I cannot believe you actually watch this shit, man.”

“Shut up she’s smart and she’s funny and she’s a total bitch.”

“Mh-hm.” Danny’s lips pursed to hide his amusement. In all fairness he watched her every day too but he wasn’t going to admit that now after making fun of Roy. “Let me feed you!”

Roy furrowed his brows shaking his head, “Really queen?” No way his stomach could handle any food right now but definitely no way he could handle Danny feeding him.

Danny pouted crossing his arms but eased up when Roy surprised him by resting his head against his chest. His heart started racing and he was almost positive that Roy could hear it or even feel it. This was intimate and real and…so amazing.

They sat like that watching the rest of the episode about some mom who wanted money back for a bus ticket she bought her daughter. Danny’s arms now relaxed around Roy who was laying down with his head nuzzled up on his chest, his one hand between Danny’s knees.

Roy wasn’t usually one who cuddled up to anyone but he was in pain and Danny was there with his arms around him. Seemed appropriate.

“He looks like my cousin.” Danny casually mentioned during an ad break, the face tattoos and shaved head a popular style in the Noriega clan.

“Really?” Roy looked up at him, he wanted to make a chola joke when a sharp stabbing pain suddenly shot through his gut. He hunched over reaching for something on the counter next to them.

Just in time Danny grabbed the little kidney shaped bowl Roy was reaching for and held it out of him, rubbing up and down his neck gently as he spat up some blood and the small part of his lunch he ate.

This wasn’t as grand as pushing him in front of a bus and saving him miraculously just in time but hey this was as good a way to pay Roy back for being there for him so many times as any.

“Shit I’m sorry.” Roy’s voice was raw, harsher than usual from having thrown up already 3 or 4 times that day. “I…I’ll go…”

“No you won’t! Stay put.” Danny jumped off the bed to go throw the contents away in the bathroom. Returning with the now empty bowl and a ball of wet toilet paper which he held against Roy’s sweaty forehead.

“Thank you,” Roy swallowed his pride and took the assistance without a fight, except when Danny leaned in for a kiss. “What the fuck faggot? C’mon I just threw up, that’s nasty.”

“We’ve had worse.” Danny rolled his eyes kissing Roy anyway. The older blushing at the memory of them kissing to taste each others cum swirling in his mind. “Better?”

“Yeah…better.” Roy smiled and they resumed their previous position to finish the episode .

“Write me a note tell me I’m right or…tell me I’m wrong. I was wrong once in 1947”

“Isn’t that when you were my age?” Danny stuck his tongue out when Roy laughed at Judge Judy’s joke. Clutching his side in pain. Never try laughing with a bruised rib.

“Fuck you cunt.” Roy hit his chest.

“You know, I now totally get why you are the way you are.”

“I love her I wanna be her.”

“Listen, I’m smarter than your mother.” Judge Judy shut the girl on the tv down.

“Speaking of mothers and family and all that bullshit. Does he really look like your cousin?” Roy wasn’t letting this go, his inner nosey old lady had come out and he wanted to know more about Danny.

“He does, a bunch do actually but not John though. John’s my…Shit, John!” He jumped up frantically collecting his things.

Roy tried grabbing his hand but he was too busy typing something on his phone. “Dan.”

“Sorry I have to go.” Danny finally stood still and leaned down for a final goodbye kiss that turned into a final three kisses, Roy holding his hand tightly until the very last second.

“Now you can smell how stinky I am all day.” Danny playfully smiled draping his hoodie over Roy before he turned to walk out.

Roy was quicker than him though even when he was all drugged up and hooked his finger into one of the belt notches on his jeans, halting his movements.

“I miss you.” He let go of Danny’s jean and curled his finger inwards.

Danny bent down with his hands on the bed when Roy grabbed the sides of his face to pull him in for another kiss.

“I miss you too.” Danny finally admitted when they pulled back, their lips still pressed close together as if it was their life line and letting go would be life threatening. “Don’t die on me okay you old bitch?”

Roy gave another quick peck and with a defeated smile he watched him walk away. His smile becoming genuine when Danny pulled his shirt over his ass to avoid Roy pulling him back.

Roy held the old grey hoodie in his hands, examining the fabric between his fingers and savoring the smell of rose perfume, weed and cigarettes wafting off it.

He and Danny had an undeniable strange connection and he had no idea how to cope with it. He was technically an adult and Roy was only his substitute for the next 2 and a half months so after that it was fair game right?

But what did they do until then? Danny was still a kid, a senior in high school who was supposed to be feeling his oats, trying new things and living life. Was he keeping him from that?

“Chris is coming down next Friday for my super late birthday party thing.”

“Hm?” Roy looked up at Danny sitting by his feet, a lollipop he had randomly gotten somewhere stuffed in the corner of his mouth. Fuck he was cute.

Despite his prayers to any deity who’d listen Roy wasn’t cleared to go home the next day and had to spend another 3 days in the hospital. Just to be safe.

Turns out he had internal bleeding from getting gut punched so hard, not severe enough that it required surgery or anything drastic but not mild enough that it could go untreated either.

Thankfully Danny had visited him every day after school to keep him company and mostly just talk about what happened at school or just watch Judge Judy.

In that time they did have the chance to talk about their relationship though, relationship being a strong word but hey it fit…ish.

He had gotten some backlash from Danny when he brought up that their relationship should be open or at least have an option of being open. Danny blaming something about his venus sign making him possessive who knows.

His defense was that they couldn’t be an official couple because of their situation and that he wanted Danny to at least have the freedom or opportunity to date…or whatever else (he didn’t want to even think about it). Keeping it open just so he wouldn’t miss out on anything in his youth.

Danny agreed hesitantly after a few final negotiations. Long story short they decided to keep their relationship text based only. With the exception for when they were in drag of course, Danny easily won the argument there.

“And Chris is your…”

“Best friend.”

“From Texas?”

“Mm-yep.” Danny let go of the candy with a pop. “We’ve never hooked up don’t worry…we’re not you and Raja.”

Roy rolled his eyes before looking down at his lunch that they had brought him 40 minutes ago that he still hadn’t eaten. Jealousy bubbling inside him just at the thought, maybe an open relationship or the idea of it did bother him a little.

Danny could see the green wheels turning in his head and decided to test the waters a little.

“But there’s this one guy Jay’s invited to the party for me that’s pretty cute, hear he has a bomb ass dick who knows it’s been a while…”

“Oh…yeah definitely. Have fun.”

Danny got on all fours and crawled up to Roy making sure he didn’t place his hands anywhere he could hurt him or on any wires. Placing his forehead against Roy’s so those dark brown eyes could look up at him and only him. “I’m kidding, you know you’re my man. And no other can beat your bomb ass dick.”

Roy resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead leaned into a small kiss, little shit had him whipped and he knew it. His ego just wouldn’t let him admit it.

“When’s your birthday?” Danny suddenly leaned back on his knees sitting carefully on Roy’s thighs, probably the only place where he couldn’t hurt him.

“June 27th, why?”

“Cancer…ooh. Oh, that explains it, do you know your moon?” Danny ran his hands gently up and down Roy’s sides avoiding his bruises.

“My what? What the fuck are you talking about?” Roy laughed.

“Nevermind. When are you getting out?”

“Tomorrow thank god.” Roy took the chocolate pudding cup from his lunch tray and opened his arm, Danny immediately taking the hint came to sit next to him. The same position they’d spent most of their time together the last 2 days.

Peeling the lid off he gave it to Danny to lick clean first seeing his face light up like a toddler getting a treat. Between every mouthful he snuck Danny one too, the couple blissfully snuggled up with their snack.

Danny smiling contently when Roy snuck a kiss in before slipping the small white plastic spoon into his mouth. Taking another scoop he leaned his head on Danny’s shoulder so he could smell his perfume, it was sweet and felt so familiar it calmed him.

“We’re a couple right?” Danny suddenly thought out loud, taking the cup from Roy to help himself.

“Not if anyone asks.” Roy kissed his neck.

“But that still means we’re a couple right?”

“Yeah sure, honey.”

‘Honey. Shit that slipped.’ Roy internally panicked.

“Okay then like I’m your boyfriend right?”

“I…guess. Yes? Shut up.” Why did hearing Danny calling himself his boyfriend make him so giddy? “God I’m like one of my stupid students.” He thought out loud blushing and hitting his head on Danny’s shoulder.

“And isn’t it the boyfriend’s job…no, duty! Duty to drive his mans home after he gets out of the hospital?” Danny turned to Roy with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupid little face.

“You’re not driving my car!”

“But why?” Danny whined sticking out his bottom lip. Roy leaned in and bit it making Danny smile brightly. Roy really was the goofiest, sweetest guy when you least expected it. He let go of the lip between his teeth and moved his head up a little for a kiss.

“Fine but if you’re not careful I’ll fucking kill you!” Roy agreed and angrily stuffed the last of the pudding in his mouth. Danny’s idiotic grinning and swaying side to side making him look like a child. “You look retarded what are you doing?”

“You’re my boyfriend…you looooove me.” Danny singsonged his grin only growing wider.

Roy leaned over grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss, the couple both smiling into it. “Shut up before I change my mind.”

“I pinky promise not to crash your car.” Danny held his pinky up trying to keep his face as serious as possible to show he meant it.

“One more rule,” Roy held his pinky up too. “You stay off the fucking balcony!”

“Whatever…I’m your boyfriend.” Danny repeated with a big grin.

“You are my boyfriend.” Roy took hold of his jaw pulling him in for another kiss.

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First Meeting AU

UF Chapter Three: First Meeting

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A/N: Almost similar, but different headcannons-by using two readers' self-insert (available for anyone who wants to insert themselves to this amazing fandom; both male or female) as being Dipper and Mabel's cousins. Y/N means 'your name'. Additionally, the story is cut in conversations and statements. I do not own Gravity Falls or Steven Universe. UF belongs to MiniJen. Enjoy!

"Come on you guys!" Mabel called back to her brother, and their two cousins.

"Hurry up! I wanna meet those magical ladies that Soos was talking about!"

"H-Hold on!" Dipper exclaimed.

"I'm on my way!"

"Yeah, I am also out of breath too!" replied (male: y/n).

"Seriously? You guys are tired already?" asked Mabel teasingly.

"(Female: y/n) and I are a way ahead of you two"

"Heh-this is what happens if you two boys spend too much time with your noses in a dumb book instead of having fun like Mabel and I do!" exclaimed (female: y/n).

"We're not!" Dipper puffed.

"Exactly-this is wwaayy different from our P.E class; this hill is a lot steeper than it looks to be!" protested (male: y/n).

"Yeah, whatever you slowpokes say" Mabel deadpans with a good-natured laugh.

"I am guessing that cuz should give out her 'Mabel Approves Work-out Plan'!" (Female: y/n) cheerfully said.

"Yeah-only with ten packets of sugar each morning, it is guaranteed in pump you up with endless energy, or your money back!" added Mabel with a smile.

"You girls are spending too much time with Grunkle Stan" Dipper said as he laughed at their humor.

"Well-anyways we made it-whew! Do you think that there is a group of magical ladies up here?" (Male: y/n) questioned.

"I do sure hope so! That would be so cool! Way cooler than my boyfriend turning out to be a bunch of gnomes, at least." Mabel stated.

(Female: y/n) chuckled at the wild ride memory.

"And of-course hopefully less dangerous" Dipper puts in.

"Right on, Dip-but even if these ladies aren't real, we can try to find something else interesting up here" (Male: y/n) said.

"It only makes sense considering how this weird this town turning out to be" agreed Dipper.

"Heh-you boys are the weird ones out here, ya dorks" Mabel jokes.

"Not any weirder than you two are" Dipper retorted, gesturing Mabel's and (female: y/n)'s combined creative craft project, which (male: y/n) notes that it is very 'colorful' shish kabob.

"We all are weird!" Mabel proclaimed enthusiastically, swinging the supposed shish kabob.

"Yep, indeed we are-hold on, have you heard that?" (Male: y/n) said who suddenly brought his voice very low.

"What-you mean the wind?"

"No-wait…shhhhh. Can you hear that?"

"Maybe it's that squirrel again! I bet he wants another hug!"

"Well, not after you nearly suffocated him last time-I highly doubt that"

"It is neither that-besides the rusting is pretty loud to be the wind…"

(Male: y/n) approaches where the sound coming from. "Curious…very, very curious"

So…what? Do you think it is a scary monster or something, waiting in the woods to gobble up four random kids for dinner? Well to be honest, Dip and (male: y/n) would be dinner-I'd be desert 'cause like I said earlier I am full of ten packets of sugar per day!"

"Come on Mabel this is serious. What if there is something out there?"

"If it is-I would say: Take Me to Your Leader!" replied (female: y/n) humorlessly.

"I'm sure it is nothing, it's probably just-". Mabel was cut off by a loud shout.

"Lion Wait! Where are You going?"

Before all four can react, a giant pink blur came out of nowhere from the woods, frightening all four.

"Well, there is something-you know what I'll say: RUN!" exclaimed (male: y/n).

The supposed pink creature chased all four-until it pinned down both Dipper and (female: y/n) with both paws.

Both children grimaced at their certain situation and braced of what-yet-to-come. But only saved by last minute timely rescue.

"Lion, Stop that! What have I told you about attacking people it is rude!"

Dipper and (female: y/n) breathed out a sign of relief and both are pulled up by (male: y/n).

Mabel's eyes sparkled at the lion's pink fur.

"Hey you guys okay?"

All four kids see their new founded-friends: sitting at the front was a short stout boy with a red shirt with a star on it along with jeans, behind him was a girl who looked bit taller than the boy with framed glasses at her nose.

"Um…yeah, thanks?" Dipper said, disbelieving that a wild animal is under the young boy's care.

"You're welcome! Sorry about that though; 'Lion' can be kinda…overprotective sometimes…"

"This is your lion?" Mabel asked with an excitement. "You are so lucky! And he's so cute!"

"You do remember that how he nearly killed me and (female: y/n) just few seconds ago, right?" Dipper asked sharply.

"Aw…" Mabel gushed. "And he's soft too! Like a walking cotton candy, but with teeth!"

"I know, right? He makes a good pillow too! I'm Steven by the way. You already meet Lion, of course. And this is my friend Connie."

"Nice to meet you! Even though it was an accident."

"I'm Dipper and the girl who is losing herself inside your, uh…lion's mane is my sister, Mabel" Dipper grinned with sudden amusement. "And those are my peculiar cousins-(female: y/n) and (male: y/n)."

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"Likewise, it is nice to meet you too!" (Female: y/n) notes while petting Lion who gained an interest in her.

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"So what you guys doing up here all by yourselves anyways?"

"Yeah, the only thing up around here is the temple, and if you wanted to go there, then there is much easier way than climbing up the hill, you know."

"Temple?" Dipper interest perked, along with (male: y/n) taking notice.

"Yeah, the temple! It's where me and the Crystal Gems live."

"The Crystal-what?" Dipper questioned, only to be interrupted by Mabel. "Too…Much…Softness…"

"Whoa! I love your sweater! It's kinda like my shirt! Well…kinda…"

"I guess it is!" Mabel agreed. "I'm glad you like it. All my sweaters are handmade by me and (female: y/n) truly!"

"You know, if you really wanted one, we can make one for you-with no extra charge!" (Female: y/n) joined in.

"Oh yeah! Maybe you two could even make matching pairs for three of us at the same time! Or me and Connie! Or all six of us!

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel squealed.

"That is a great idea!" (Female: y/n) exclaimed.

"This sounds awesome! We all can be sweater buddies!"

"Wait, wait, wait" Dipper proclaims. "A minute ago…you said something about…the Crystal Gems…who are they?"

"Oh, right! The Crystal Gems are Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and me! We use magic from our Gems to fight monsters and protect humanity and stuff."

"So… the rumors about magical guardians living up here are actually true?" Dipper asked a bit skeptically, unsure if Steven was actually being serious or not. (Male: y/n) took off his glasses and puts his hands behind his back.

"Believe it or not, they are. Steven is proof of that."

"Wow-Really?" stated (Female: y/n) who is equally amazed as Mabel.

"Aw, yeah, well…I'm only half magic. My dad's a human, but my mom was a Gem. See?"

To show the twins what he meant, Steven lifted his shirt up a bit to reveal the rose quartz gem upon his navel.

"Whoa…" both Dipper and Mabel with their astonished cousins said in equal awe upon examining the pink gem.

"Unbelievable…" Dipper muttered in amazement upon realizing that the gem was actually real and not just a decoration.

"Sparkly…" Mabel whispered with a stunned expression, her eyes reflecting the shine of Steven's gem as it glistened in the afternoon sun. "What does it do?"

"The Gems tell me that my mom used to use it to do lots of stuff. But… I'm still learning how to use it. So far I've used it to make a shield and a bubble. In fact, the bubble was how me and Connie met!"

"Uh… yeah…We got trapped in it for several hours and we nearly drowned at the bottom of the lake. Other than that, it was a pretty good day."

"No worries-every person has every good days, and even bad days" (Male: y/n) said.

"Plus, we beat a giant worm monster and saved the town!"

"Heh, yeah, this town has some weird stuff going on in it"

"Finally! Someone else notices how strange this place is!" Dipper exclaimed, excited that he was not alone in thinking that Gravity Falls was a noticeably odd little town.

"I've been saying that since we got here. We've been here less than a week and already we've faced off against a bunch of gnomes stacked together into a giant monster."

"Who knows, what other days bring ahead" (Male: y/n) gestures across the woods and the lake. "Indeed, who 'Nose'?" tapping a side of his nose humorlessly.

"I learned a valuable lesson there," Mabel said with a joking frown. "Never go out with gnomes in disguise."

"I second that notion" (Female: y/n) added.

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"So you two have only been in Gravity Falls for a few days? Did you just move here?"

"No, we're only here for the summer," Dipper clarified.

"We're staying with our Great Uncle Stan down at the Mystery Shack." Said (Male: y/n).

"Wait, Mr. Pines is your uncle? That's so cool! The Mystery Shack is one of my favorite places in Gravity Falls, along with the temple… and the lake… and the Big Donut… and Funland Arcade… and Greasy's Diner… and-"

"I think they get it, Steven," Connie interrupted with a giggle. "What a coincidence, though. We were just on our way down to the Mystery Shack before we ran into you guys."

"And we were on our way up here to check out the giant eight armed woman!" Mabel said, referring to what her and Dipper now to knew to be some sort of temple thanks to Steven.

"I have to agree, isn't that crazy? It's almost like… fate, or something!" stated (female: y/n).

"Or it was Lion just going through his rebellious stage-Aw, Lion!"

"Gross!" Steven stated. Lion had licked him in perfect, equal measure.

All six laughed together because of the funny moment. Little did they know-summer had started, and their meeting was only a beginning of their adventures.

A/N: All credits to you, MiniJen for this favorable chapter. By paying homage to Universe Falls Three Year Anniversary Extravaganza-thank you for this wonderful crossover. ;)

On the side-note: the self-insert characters of course have a place upon the Zodiac Wheel. Feel free to review to share (through tumblr or on this fanfiction story review) creative ideas and thoughts of what symbols they (you/readers as self-inserts) can represent.

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The first part is oddly popular… so here’s a second part. Tell me if you want a part three if not I probably won’t do one.

Jack was sure to catch up to Davey as the class filed out of the gym and towards the cafeteria for their first lunch at Sky High. “Hey, I never caught ya name,” he said, “let me formally introduce m'self. Jack Kelly, at your service.” Jack mocked a formal bow making Davey loosen up and grin.

“I’m, uh, Davey Jacobs.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“Yeah well…”

“Yo Jack!!! I what ya did in Boomer’s class was crazy, man! He’s gonna have your head for the rest of the year!” a boisterous teen around their age yelled, running up to them. A cigarette hung from upturned lips.

“Yeah, well he insulted Crutchie. And the fucked up system ain’t right anyways,” Jack said in an equally loud voice. David felt like the odd one out between the two.

“You know I can handle myself, Jack,” Crutchie sighed, walking up to the three of them. “And you’re scaring the poor guy. Here, let me help.” Davey felt his shoulder’s unhunch and his breath become even when Crutchie touched his shoulder. He never felt that calm since before he became a teenager. Coincidence? Probably not. “No way I’d be a hero anyway. Wouldn’t want to be.”

“Yeah, being a hero is overrated,” the stranger added making the three of laugh, Davey letting out a small chuckle along.

“Uh, what’s your power… I’m sorry I don’t know your name,” Davey asked.

“Racetrack Higgins is my informal name, but everyone calls me Race. And let me show ya. Rock Paper Scissors, let’s go.” His hand was made into the rock on top of his other palm. Davey accepted the challenge. “Imma do rock. You gotta beat me, kay?” Davey nodded, very confused. “Rock Paper Scissors, shoot.” Davey was gobsmacked when his hand forcibly made the scissors sign when his mind was set on doing paper. He was thoroughly confused while the three giggled at his expression.

“He does that to all of us,” Crutchie spoke up sensing Davey’s uncomfortableness with why they were laughing as if he made a mistake or wasn’t picking up on something obvious.

“So wait, do you control motions?” Davey questioned, not liking the idea of that. Not having control of his own body scared him since he couldn’t even control his own mind half of the time.

“Nah, but that’d be sick, though. I control percentage, chance,” he explained, “only small things like card games or rock paper scissors. Bigger things like a football game takes more outta me, but that ain’t mean I’d never done it before,” he said with a wink. Davey nodded, in awe of the power. If Davey had that power, he could alter his chances of getting 100% on all of his tests, but then again, the teachers would probably easily become suspicious.

“You guys! There’s tacos in the lunch line,” a taller kid wearing glasses Davey recognized from the crowd said to the four of them.

“Oh shit gotta blast, common Crutch,” Race said, both Race and the other kid grabbed Crutchie and ran towards the cafeteria, chanting as they did and moving people out of the way. Jack was laughing hysterically next to Davey.

“Oh I love those guys. That was Specs by the way. Best damn pirouettes you’ve ever seen,” Jack chuckled which made Davey smile in return by the fondness in his tone. He could really tell he really cared for them.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking. What’s your power?”

“Let me show you.” After the first time hearing it from Race, Davey wasn’t sure what to expect anymore.

They were standing in the middle of the hallway, everyone else already haven gone to lunch. Davey’s mind was spinning, anticipating the reveal of Jack’s power. Jack made Davey look into his eyes, his pure, astonishing hazel eyes that reminded Davey of a bright summer day. “Kiss me,” he commanded, halting Davey’s thoughts to an abrupt stop. No matter how much he might of wanted to, he wouldn’t just kiss a guy he had met less than a few hours ago.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” he said, not believing his eyes or ears.

“I said, kiss me,” and suddenly, something in Davey’s mind turned against him, and he leaned closer. He suddenly had forgotten his previous intentions of not kissing the gorgeous boy in front of him and now, it was the only thing on his mind as he leaned closer and closer and closer.

“Okay, I was kidding. Stop,” and Davey stopped, his own intentions taking over once again.

“What just happened?” he questioned, feeling like the last few moments had just been a dream. “You have control over motions?”

“Oh no. I call it a persuading tongue. But it only works if the person has some intention on doing the action, no matter how small. I just tell them to do it, and they do it unless I tell them to stop.”

“That’s so… weird. But not a bad weird, in a that’s-kind-of-cool-but-also-in-a-pretty-invasive type of way. Like my power.”

“Haha, yeah. But I won’t use it on ya agin without your consent. I don’t like using it anyway. You wannna sit with me and Crutchie and the rest of the guys at lunch? They’ll love ya,” Jack insisted making a warm feeling in Davey’s stomach swell. He wasn’t usually the one who was invited to sit with a group of friends on the first day of school.

“Um, yeah, if you or your friends don’t mind.”

“Nah, man. And if someone doesn’t like you, they’ll have to answer to me,” Davey’s cheeks were brushed with pink as Jack swung his arm around his shoulder, “soon, they’ll be treatin’ yous like family.”

They walked like that for awhile, Jack leaving his arm around Davey’s shoulder, heading to the cafeteria in silence. Until Jack said something which made David’s face beet red. “You know Jacobs, I’d never take ya as a guy who want to kiss a guy he just met.”

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