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Hello Marti. This is an interesting song to have come up so enjoy fjskfhskdhs
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance
“I’d rather go to hell, than be in purgatory, cut my hair, gag and bore me, pull the pin, let this world explode.”
If you’re here and haven’t heard this song before I don’t know how you made it this far tbh. Just- mmmmmmmm delicious.
#not whump#ask game#music recommendations#the words of sneck#I gave myself a slight headache getting too excited while listening to this#galaxywhump#uhhhhhh did I miss any tags#hope not. MCR is great all around and this song is a fave
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[18+] Mingi gets hard before stages and has no idea why. Neither does Yunho but he’s happy to help.
The fast-paced voice of a MC echoed through the hallways over a loudspeaker to introduce the lineup for the night’s show. No one was listening too carefully though to the tinny voice, as the livestream usually only acted as a reminder that, in the same building, the Music Bank stage was soon to be lively with performances for the next 90 minutes. It wasn’t uncommon for the muffled sounds of the host to be overshadowed by the busy chatter of stressed out staff and excited idols, donning various elaborate and colourful outfits.
It was less than an hour until Ateez were supposed to be rounded up and ushered to the wings of the stage, prepared to give the nth performance of their most recent comeback.
While most idols we’re counting down the minutes to their upcoming stages, Mingi was rushing back to his group’s green room, hoping to god it was empty.
He scuttled through the crowds, politely bowing at passing staff and tucking behind ongoing interviews to not draw attention to himself. A lanky, 6ft man with a hand on his crotch lumbering through the background of someone’s acrostic poem segment would be bound to draw the wrong kind of online attention.
Hand grasping the doorknob of their assigned green room with relief, the sounds of the hallways were snuffed with the thick door shutting behind him.
He gave the space a quick once-over, falling at ease when he found it seemingly empty. With the room barren of members or staff, Mingi pressed his back to the door as a makeshift lock and shamelessly dropped his pants below his waist.
This wasn’t an uncommon scenario.
There are plenty of different ways that the human body can react to a stressful situation. Some people overthink to the point of a headache. Others have physical reactions, like shaking or sweating. Some people even feel faint or collapse.
However, Song Mingi got boners. Plain and simple. He doesn’t know why it happens. Often, he doesn’t even know when it’ll happen.
The regularity of stage fright had faded away to a fear of the past. With the exception of the occasional special stage, Mingi typically didn’t get stressed out over every individual performance but, for some godforsaken reason, his body seemed to know what a pre-show countdown sounded like and reacted regardless.
Nervous or not, popping a semi backstage was a shamefully familiar feeling for Mingi. He was well aware that there had been a couple of fancams where his half-hard cock made far more of an appearance than he wanted and, determined to not repeat history if he could help it, intended to try de-escalating his problem before stepping foot on stage this time.
Mingi looked down at his dick, standing fully upright.
It was mocking him.
Frustrated at his situation, Mingi furrowed his brow, scowling at his penis before feeling grateful that no one saw him do that. Nothing like a healthy dose of random horniness to cloud every crevice of his brain with a layer of fog, stopping him from thinking rationally.
He collected his composure with a deep breath, using his knees to pinning his pants at his mid-thigh in case someone entered unexpectedly, and got to work.
A large hand wrapped around the proportionately large shaft and began to pump, so quickly in fact that his whole body lurched forward at the sudden relief. It wasn’t long before his knees instinctively spread and baggy pants fell to his ankles. There was no use picking them back up. Not a minute could be wasted. The door behind him could open at any second. With his very noticeable presence missing, someone was bound to be looking for him to reunite him with his members.
Mingi didn’t know how much time he had. A few drops of spit and a dab of precum was all he could gather as lube, forcing him to slow down his pace to avoid discomfort. Mingi whined. He knew this wouldn’t take long at all if he was back in the dorms with his usual creamy lotion or the constant flow of a soapy shower to keep his length slick.
He could practically hear the threat of a ticking clock in his head. The bustling sounds of people on the other side of the door weren’t helping. The MC’s voice echoed again, saying something about a commercial break, probably the first of several. He was desperate to fix his problem fast and would need to try something different.
A shaky second hand joined the first, holding it steady as his hips took on the task instead. The closed tunnel of his fist stopped the air from drying away his precious moisture, allowing for a more comfortable friction than before.
“Ah-” Mingi couldn’t stop the escape of a single low moan as he fucked his hand, balls slapping against his curled fingers and stretched wrist with each thrust.
It felt good, definitely better. But he was still too distracted. While his new technique was undoubtedly more successful than the first, his brain was still going a mile a minute with the looming reminder of the risk he was taking. His hands were shaking, needing to readjust their grip every few seconds.
Mingi didn’t want to cry; he had just had his makeup done. Yet, still, every shaky slip of his hands was contributing to a growing frustration.
It was becoming more difficult to keep quiet. Mingi was being assaulted with the buildup of both dull pleasure and throbbing pain and needed some way to express it. Small grunts were turning into breathy moans, low and long, to try to keep the sounds contained in the room.
Suddenly, even through welling tears, his eyes caught sight of a slight movement caught in one of the dressing room mirrors. What Mingi assumed were just piles of jackets on a couch began to shift, before he noticed the pant legs of a stage outfit, matching the one Mingi was currently “wearing”, donned on a long set of legs. A pair of large boots stuck upright off the end of the couch.
“You’re terrible at staying quiet.” Yunho’s familiar voice spoke out from under the pile before he threw a heavy jacket off of his head, exposing his tired face in the reflection of the mirror. He was basically eye-level with Mingi’s cock.
“Ah, what the fuck!” Mingi shouted, trying and failing to pull up his pants. In that moment, he silently cursed the stylists for always putting him in the baggiest outfits. He repeated his expletive of choice. “What the fuck were you doing under there?”
Yunho squinted tightly, shaking his head as his eyesight adjusted to the harsh fluorescent light of the room. “I had a headache and couldn’t find the light switch.”
“Oh.” Mingi stood dumbfounded and beet-red. Yunho was as giant as he was and it wasn’t like he was exactly hidden. He mentally scolded himself for not checking the room better before fully exposing himself, accidentally baring his entire cock and balls to his friend.
“I knew you were horny earlier!” Yunho exclaimed, like it was his own personal victory for guessing correctly. “You were all bouncy and quiet during stage rehearsal. Kinda like before you take your extra long showers. Always before the stages too, huh? Why is that?”
Mingi shrugged. He didn’t know what to say. He especially didn’t know that Yunho was so attentive to his behaviour. It made him think back to every time he busted what he thought was a secret nut but maybe he wasn’t so private after all.
It was a lot of information to take in with his pants around his ankles. He had so many questions. Mingi started with an easy one. “Why didn’t you say anything when I came in here? I would’ve stopped.”
“Honestly, I thought you were here to get me.” Yunho was fixing his hair at the mirror, composing himself while stealing occasional glances of Mingi’s cock in the reflection. “At least, until I heard you all -” He mocked the deep timbre of Mingi’s voice and moaned comically. Painfully to Mingi, even the unflattering imitation made his exposed dick twitch. He hoped to god Yunho was too busy laughing at him to tell.
Noticing the shift in posture, Yunho offered some comfort, not wanting his friend to feel too embarrassed. “I didn’t mind. Really.”
“But why did you scare me like that?” Mingi’s embarrassment shifted to anger. Yunho’s logic wasn’t making any sense and Mingi still didn’t have a plan for how he was going to get his dick down.
Yunho avoided the question. “How long until we go on?”
“Huh?” Without context, the request went right over Mingi’s head.
“Fine, I’ll look for myself.” Yunho raised an eyebrow before checking a nearby phone. “Forty seven minutes until our stage? That’s tons of time.”
The tension on Mingi’s face unwravled with a small ounce of relief. The events of what felt like hours of pure frustration likely took place over a mere thirty seconds. He just needed to be reminded.
Still, the reality was that Mingi was rock hard and not as alone as he thought. As one problem disappeared, another became even more prominent. Yunho made his way towards Mingi and the door, hopefully to leave the room, and pretend he saw nothing.
Even in that best case scenario, Mingi wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from the mortification of what just happened.
Wanting to drop the hint and give Yunho better access to the door, Mingi shifted to the side, movement restricted from the pants still pooled around his legs and too ashamed to pick them up.
However, Yunho didn’t turn towards the door. He instead turned his attention towards Mingi, who had backed himself into a corner. They were uncomfortably close considering the fact that Mingi’s lower half was fully nude.
Yunho smiled stupidly as though the confusion on Mingi’s face was unwarranted. “What? You were struggling to get off, right?”
“Yes...” Mingi admitted, still confused over what exactly his friend was doing. “It was that obvious?”
“Believe me, I know what it sounds like when you’re getting off. What I just heard sounded like a struggle to me.” Yunho never broke eye contact with Mingi. There was a glint of joy in his eyes as he explained his thought process, while never actually revealing his intentions.
Everything he said only raised even more questions. So many that Mingi didn’t have the brain capacity to sort through. Right now, he was more curious why Yunho had him cornered in their dressing room.
“Mingi,” Yunho uttered his name as though he was scolding him with endearment. Telling him off for being so apparently stupid even thought Mingi thought his confusion was very much justified. “Do you want me to help you?”
Yunho wanted to jerk him off? Mingi thought he had heard wrong.
On first thought, it would fix both problems at once and still leave time to spare, even if the idea of his friend touching his dick would leave Mingi with a whole new slew of questions to plague him until they got back to their dorms. That is, if Yunho would even want to talk about it.
Mingi was getting ahead of himself. He needed to answer the question first.
He kept thinking, pushing through his stress and arousal to conduct a clear thought. Yunho was handsome. He was always clean and smelled good, and liked holding hands with Mingi. Though his qualifications were sparse, Mingi was almost surprised at just how unopposed he was to the idea of Yunho helping him cum. After all, that’s all it would be, right? A friend helping out a friend.
“C’mon, you’ll feel so much better afterwards. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Yunho pouted as he got closer to Mingi’s face. He was being sweet. Buttering the other boy up without knowing that it wouldn’t even take any convincing to get him to agree.
If only Mingi could answer the damn question. All he could muster up was the confidence for a moment of warm eye contact and a gentle nod.
It was signal enough for Yunho, who leaned in for a hesitant kiss. Mingi’s puffy lips were already parted and set to lock with his own. As they brushed against each other, Yunho’s tongue peaked out, sliding over Mingi’s bottom lip and making him shudder before dipping inside his gaped mouth.
The gap between them closed even further when the fabric of Yunho’s pant leg accidentally brushed over Mingi’s hard cock, which was poking out and occupying most of the space between them. Mingi moaned into Yunho’s mouth, a gentle reminder that they had a goal to achieve.
“Mmm. No more,” Yunho sighed with regret. He pulled back as Mingi stupidly chased his lips in a daze. “We need to be quick, remember?”
“But you don’t need to see your hands to jerk me off.” Mingi pouted comically, trying to convince him to return to their greedy kiss. He didn’t expect to enjoy kissing Yunho that much and was wondering if it could turn into a hobby of theirs.
Yunho simply chuckled, obviously knowing more than Mingi about his plans for his mouth. After a breathy “huh?” Yunho took the cue to drop to the floor.
Mingi froze. He was expecting a steady hand to help jerk him to completion at the most but this was so much more. The sight of Yunho on his knees, locked upright so he could keep his face raised inches from Mingi’s cock was making his head throb in more ways than one.
He watched as Yunho’s eyes darted around, carefully examining every inch of him as fast as possible. If he knew Yunho was going to be that close and personal with his junk, Mingi would have shaved that morning.
“I knew you were big but, damn.” Yunho’s vision stayed locked on to Mingi’s shaft. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted. He looked just as needy as he felt.
“I mean, you don’t have to go d-” Mingi couldn’t even provide an alternative, let alone finish his sentence before Yunho’s tongue was curling itself around his head, soaking his cock with a sudden warmth. Mingi’s hand flew to the wall, then his thigh and, finally, Yunho's hair, needing to grab a fistful of something to keep him steady.
Yunho tilted his chin, relaxing into Mingi’s touch and exposing the length of his neck towards the ceiling. Still, he stayed connected via his tongue. Mingi gulped loudly at the sight of Yunho’s throat swallowing, which was suddenly looking very empty to him.
The soft stimulation prompted beads of creamy white to escape from Mingi’s cock, directly onto the flat surface of Yunho’s tongue. He moaned at the taste and vibrations surrounded Mingi’s stirring cock head. Embarrassingly and against his will, Mingi pushed forward a bit, cock sliding across Yunho’s tongue and spreading the pre-cum all over the wet muscle.
“Sorry.” Mingi sheepishly apologized as he returned his hips to where they were before but, to his surprise, Yunho bobbed his head. He artificially repeated the motion over and over until the entirety of the cock’s head was trapped inside Yunho’s mouth. His tongue was running indulgent laps as it circled the pulsing tip.
Mingi was a panting mess. He wasn’t sure if he should speak. Should he tell Yunho how it felt? Would that be too much?
It was then that Yunho’s gaze flickered up to make eye contact with Mingi. His eyes were glossy as though he was stuck in that moment. Mingi’s stomach did a flip at the sight. He was waiting for Mingi’s approval.
“It feels good, you know?” Mingi whispered as the fist in Yunho’s hair released to scratch at his scalp. Mingi didn’t exactly sound confident but Yunho could tell the words were genuine considering how the other boy was falling apart above him. The upper half of Yunho’s face lit up with a would-be smile at the praise.
Meanwhile, his mouth stayed open wide, lips surrounding Mingi’s cock with a gentle suction, before pushing forward slowly. Yunho didn’t look away, not even once, as Mingi watched his cock disappear inch by inch inside his friend's mouth.
“Jesus, Yunho...” He hissed as more of his shaft was coated with the slippery friction from Yunho’s spit.
Yunho was only two inches from fully swallowing Mingi’s cock before he came to a halt. As he paused, he shifted with discomfort on his knees. The breathing from his nose became more erratic, puffs of warm air bouncing off of Mingi’s pelvis. It was clear he had reached his limit. Even while he couldn’t get Mingi’s dick all the way down, his determination was admirable. Cute, even. It was especially impressive considering Mingi presumed it was Yunho’s first time doing this.
Mingi dropped his hand to fall behind Yunho’s ear, rubbing his neck with a long thumb. Not experienced with dominant dirty talk, he merely offered a simple smile to let him know it was okay to retreat.
When Yunho began to pull back, Mingi caught sight of a bulge in his throat deflating as his dick reappeared. The thought of being that deep inside any of Yunho’s holes made him shudder with excitement.
Less than a second of the cold dressing room air had cruelly returned before Mingi’s dick was throbbing with need again. The shaft was a reddened, slobbery mess as Yunho cupped him against his hands before returning his mouth to the leaking tip.
Now, when Yunho bobbed down on the cock, his movements were more confident, knowing his limits and puffing up with pride over his abilities. Once he reached the checkpoint, he twisted two slippery hands over the base to make up the difference, fully covering Mingi’s large cock in one way or another.
This time, when Yunho pulled back, he tried sucking in his cheeks. He was so concentrated on making Mingi feel good, eyebrows furrowed in a way Mingi would’ve thought was adorable had the air not been just knocked out of his lungs by the new sensation of suction inside Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho never let the tip leave his lips before taking the entire shaft deep into his mouth again, producing extra spit only to suck it up again when he pulled back. It was clear he was enjoying himself discovering his newfound talent.
Not as much as Mingi was enjoying himself.
The feeling was unlike anything Mingi had ever experienced. Yunho’s mouth was like being surrounded by an always-moving, sopping-wet warmth. The boy on his knees took the term ‘sucking’ dick very literally. Wet and sloppy sounds echoed through the tiny room as Yunho slurped at his cock.
Mingi was fully collapsed against the wall at this point, fighting gravity to keep himself standing. His moans were deep, guttural and spurring Yunho to move even faster, knowing that Mingi must be close.
He was. Mingi was seconds away from cumming and already panicking over where he was going to finish. As pretty as he would be covered in streaks of white, Yunho was already in his stage clothes and makeup, ruling out that option. Alternatively, it wasn’t like Mingi could just leave a puddle of his release on the green room floor. The clock was ticking and Mingi didn’t have any alternatives left.
Yunho, more intuitive than Mingi was aware of, must’ve sensed his panic. He looked up at Mingi as though he was trying to tell him something, eventually slowing his neck’s momentum to a standstill and grabbed his attention.
As Mingi’s eyes were full of panic, Yunho eased his fears with a small nod of approval, motions mostly restricted by his throat accommodating the deep curve of Mingi’s cock. Yunho’s eyes were glistening with tears but dark with determination. He was ready to let Mingi take over.
Mingi whimpered, clawing at the wall as he realized what Yunho was telling him.
“In your mouth? Are you sure?”
A gurgle escaped from the back of Yunho’s throat as he pushed his limits even further, allowing the cock to sit the deepest it had been. Despite his gagging, his actions were entirely permissive, knowing he wouldn’t have to endure the pain for long before Mingi would finish.
Dormant hips sprung into motion, sliding back at first and dragging his cock along the inside of Yunho’s mouth. Strings of thick saliva followed the path, dripping from Yunho’s bruised lips. Carelessly, Mingi’s ass hit the wall with a thud with how roughly he fucked backwards, making Yunho wince in preparation for him to return.
When his hips snapped forward, it wasn’t as bad as Yunho expected. Sure, Mingi was rough in his desperation but the slickness of collected spit gave the cock a smooth re-entrance past Yunho’s lips, into his mouth, and down into his raw throat. Yunho couldn’t help but moan as he felt himself loosen up to accommodate, hoping that the sound got concealed beneath the low sounds of Mingi’s own pleasure.
Mingi fucked his willing mouth again and again, inching just a little deeper each time whether he knew it or not.
“Yunho. Feels good.” Mingi grunted out, unable to conceive proper sentences as his vision was flashing white with fast growing pleasure. “So good. Fuck.”
With the added motion of Mingi’s thrusts, those final two inches that he couldn’t quite conquer seemed like a task from forever ago, Yunho’s throat gladly opening itself up to accommodate until Mingi’s cock was buried completely. It wasn’t long until his nose was bumping against a set of abs.
Ready to be emptied, Mingi’s heavy balls smacked against Yunho’s chin with each greedy snap of his hips. It should’ve been humiliating but Yunho found himself arching into the motions. It felt good to have Mingi use him.
Yunho kept his needy gaze up at Mingi, watching the way his mouth fell agape and the muscles in his jaw clenched. His chest was heaving as he got closer and closer to completion. The sight inspired Yunho to work through the increasing soreness to help Mingi succumb to his pleasure.
“Ah!” Mingi yelled loudly and abruptly, followed by several softer stutters. His hips suddenly began to jerk in a rhythmless pattern he couldn’t quite control and then the first hot spurt of cum splashed against the back of Yunho’s throat. The second erupted into the cavern of his mouth as Mingi fell back further, shaking with pleasure.
Yunho hollowed his cheeks, not allowing Mingi to retreat any more and trapping the twitching cock inside his mouth. He sucked deeply and used the rest of his energy to relax the entire length of his throat and milk Mingi’s shaft until he was empty.
Mingi’s head fell back in awe as Yunho’s tongue lapped every last drop of cum that emerged from the hole on his tip. He was going above and beyond at this point, the aftershocks of Mingi’s orgasm already starting to subside.
“You can stop if you want.” Mingi’s voice was shaky, hoping Yunho wouldn’t take him up on the offer. The gentle warmth felt nice against his softening cock, easing him back to reality gradually instead of all at once.
“Mm, I probably should, shouldn’t I?” Yunho croaked out against his dick, giving the tip one final kiss before letting it fall limp against Mingi’s thigh.
They paused for a brief moment to catch their breath. Mingi dropped a hand to Yunho’s shoulder, giving it a soft massage as a thanks. “Are you okay?”
Yunho tried to answer but, at first, the words got caught on their way out. Clearing his throat, Yunho choked out a laugh at the discovery of how raw his throat was. “It’s a good thing I didn’t plan to sing live tonight.”
Mingi giggled at the half-joke before yanking up his oversized pants, needing both hands to hold the flowy fabric up so they wouldn’t fall again. Kindly, Yunho helped him tuck the now satisfied cock away before zipping up his fly.
“You know you might have less of a problem if you just wore underwear?” Yunho poked roughly at the downsized but still prominent bulge in Mingi’s pants.
“But it’s uncomfy.” Mingi whined, clearly more willing to go the lengths of jerking off before a performance rather than just wear another layer. Tired and needing to conserve his energy, Yunho rolled his eyes and found another spare phone to check the time. He clicked on the homescreen with little care for the fact that one of their fellow member’s phones was currently being contaminated with Mingi’s dick particles.
“Was that really only ten minutes?” Yunho’s eyes widened at the screen and Mingi went red in the cheeks. “Guess I’m pretty good at that, huh?”
“Yeah. You could say that…” Mingi nodded, getting shy again as the realization set in that his best friend’s lips were just around his cock and they were already back to business as usual. That is, if they didn’t count how disheveled they both looked from the aftermath. Mingi ruffled his hair back to look as close as possible to how the stylists left it.
Not having too much time to dwell on what their new experience meant for their friendship, a loud knock on the door made both boys jump out of their skin. The knock was only a warning as the hinges creaked and the door swung wide, trapping Mingi behind it.
Panicked and then relieved, Mingi stumbled against a plastic knob on the wall, the room falling into darkness just in time for someone to enter the doorway.
“Yunho, are you in here?” Hongjoong’s voice carried through the small room until he saw Yunho by the mirror, hopefully only looking like he woke up from the best nap of his life and nothing else. Definitely nothing else…
“Hey, what are you doing in the dark?” Luckily, he couldn’t see Mingi. His voice continued. “And why are you on my phone?”
Mingi cringed when Hongjoong snatched the phone back and placed it on the counter. He thankfully had no idea where Yunho’s hands had just been and he would probably never find out.
“Just checking the time.” Yunho replied nonchalantly, rubbing at his jaw.
“Yes, we’re on soon!” Hongjoong sounded excited. Enthusiastic about even the task of coraling up his fellow members for their performance. He seemed too distracted to notice Yunho dabbing away at his lips to clean himself off.
He patted Yunho on the back for encouragement before turning to leave out the open door. “Can you find Mingi on your way back too? We don’t know where he is.”
“Sure thing, Hyung!” Yunho did a goofy salute, playing the clueless role with ease as he bid Hongjoong farewell out of the room. The door slammed shut, leaving both Yunho and Mingi in the pitch dark.
“Hey Yunho,” Mingi whispered loudly, as though the darkness would make it harder to hear.
“Hm?” Yunho’s boots squeaked as he turned to face the voice.
“I think I found the light switch.”
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#my hand slipped or something idk!!!#ateez fic#ateez smut#yungi#mingi x yunho#yunho x mingi#mingi#yunho
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“EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”
N.B. Hey guys, I'm re-uploading this narrative due to previous grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. mistakes. I'm completely bad at proofreading lol, and didn't take the time to read over, but after receiving some very impactful feedbacks on twitter, it gave me the motivation I needed to somewhat correct these mistakes🤞hopefully enough, finishing this fanfic, which I must say I'm quite excited for you guys to read.
S2 EP16 “EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”,
CHAPER 1
I don't get it? As tears stream down her cheeks,
Her thoughts raced as she remained in front of her bathroom mirror long enough to get agitated by her own self-pity.
She understood that harboring such feelings would not only be self-destructive, but would keep her trapped, she was mentally stronger, and refuses to let it sabotage the barrier she has construct throughout the years.
She knew conquering and embracing Max’s indecisiveness, was just a question of time. That continues to fail him terribly, repeatedly, to define them, what they meant to each other, wondering how much longer, if not impossible, it will be for him to embrace and overcome his own fetters to unleash what he truly feels.
Will he ever? she’s impel to believed, naively unaware of her imperceptiveness to his true desire, behind his barriers, causing her to suspect mistakenly,
Questing “does he feels the same”
She paces back and forth, flipping her heels off with a small grimace, scattering them on the floor.
Fervently turning to her living room, with an instant wipe of her tears, in the direction of the liquor cupboard, pulling the first wine bottle her hand came across, desperate for a wine opener, she run-walk towards the kitchen, leaving nearly all of the drawers open while probing through.
She spotted the opener. Yes, yes! Clutches it obstinately, relieved.
As she holds the bottle inverted between her knees, she struggled to open it a bit, her mind still being indistinct after their encounter, temporarily forgotten how to open the wine bottle.
(The wine cork flew free)
She hastily turns it to her head, gulping it down as if she didn't have time to consume it a bit slower, inadvertently spilling it on her.
Crap!
Returning to the bathroom in search of her robe, while undressing herself and gulping more wine down her throat.
Being the clean freak she is, immediately after, she brought her clothing towards the laundry room, as she senses the impending intoxication looming over her.
(Crash)The wine bottle slipped from her deft grip and shattered on the floor.
she slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against the laundry door for support grappling to sit up. While her clothes slowly unfold from her arms, As she casts a longing glare into space.
She ruminate aloud, frustratedly.
What is wrong with me? Staring up towards the roof, as though she was seeking answers to all of life's unanswered questions from a greater Entity.
Why I’m I so unlucky?
I fought on, knowing that I wasn't even sure whether I'd be ready too, if you chose me then or now, she added, laughing.
All the walls I've worked so hard to build, comes crumbling down whenever I see, I can’t comprehend it.
As she gently holds the nape of her neck, breathing deeply, with her left hand supporting her head, while facing down. I don't want to lose control; I can't lose control.
You say these significant things,
you look at me in the way you do, and then you do nothing? How can I fight for that?
You asked me why I did what I did, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. I asked you to define us;
what exactly, this, we are? as she motioned for answers
I've given you so much, and I tried so hard not to but it's as if all my rationale goes out the window when you're in danger. (laughing sarcastically at her self).
For God sake, you yelled at me.......... whenever I try to help.
I have these fantasies about you before getting out of bed, I've tried to ignore it; believe me, I have (laughing)
now I'm just here talking to myself.
As her gaze wandered around the room, she became irritated by the smashed wine bottle.
“ FIGHT FOR US”,
CHAPERT 2
(KNOCKING) She tilted her head, confusedly glancing towards the front door, wondering if it was the alcohol or someone was actually at the door.
Struggling to get up from the floor, as she continues to listen attentively to hear whether the knocking was coming from her front door. She slightly slipped when grabbing for her phone on the kitchen counter, to check the time.
11:43pm
Tightening her robe as she wiped her face, pondering, a few names flashed through her mind, But why would they not call? silently muttering to herself. Her phone started to ring as soon as the knocking ceased. Resuming her attention to her phone, which lids up, displaying "Dr. Max Goodwin” with a slight discontent look, she responded, still gazing at the door, nervously biting down on her index finger.
What, what do you want? She answered.
"I'm at your door; will you let me in?". Quickly swallowing her saliva, her heart races, instantly lowering her phone to her side, with a million thoughts rushes through her head as she looked at the messed she had created, quickly ending his call. She began picking up her clothes from the floor and rushed to the washroom, staring at her flushed face, unbothered at this point and didn't care whether he noticed she was crying.
She trudged towards the front door, spotting her bed slippers and pulls them on. Briefly pausing before opening the door.
There he was, standing in front of her. Casually dressed, in blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and his black jacket, which she had seen him in before.
Trying not to look into his eyes, but he has already peered right into hers. Struck by how small and delicate she looks outside the walls of the hospital, becoming completely lost in her eyes, unable to speak. 'Um, I... What are you doing here? she asked, before he could finish his sentence.
Were you crying? With a slight head tilt, she rolled her eyes irritably as she turns her back on him, leaving the door ajar. What are you doing here, Max?, her voice raised rather than normal. The frustration in her voice perplexed him. I wanted to ‘Um, before noticing the shattered wine bottle on her floor.
As she reaches to get the mob and dustpan from the storage area adjacent to her kitchen. He watches her as she teeters, shutting the drawers that she left open earlier.
As she approaches the spilt wine on the floor, she kept her eyes lowered trying not to look him into his. He detects her shakiness as she extends the broom over the shattered wine bottle. No! he said, with no intent, to say it so loudly. Reaching his hands towards the broom.
Let me help, she still persisted. He gently withdrew the broom from her grasp when she walked away towards another section of her apartment, as his eyes followed her.
He disposed the shattered glass in the trash can, placing the mob and dustpan into the already opened storeroom.
In search of her, he returned to the living room area. noticing she had her back to him, curled up on her couch in a sitting position, fully wrapped in a blanket that matches the color of his shirt.
He stood behind her for minute before approaching.
Placing his hand on her shoulder as he walks to the side of the couch. She shivers at his touch just enough for it to go unnoticed while still looking down.
Seating next to her, he tries to get her attention. Helen, she did not respond. I'm sorry.... As he questioned. Are you okay? Placing her right palm on her forehead, displaying a tiny discomfort. She muttered, I have a minor headache. ‘Um, do you have any pain relievers? Instantly patted his forehead after, quickly realizing she wouldn't be able to take it seeing that she was drinking. Hastily corrects himself, do you want me to make you some tea? she fixes her gaze on him.
Please let me make you tea, while he makes his usual puppy eyes at her.
She gave her approval with a nod. Where are your…...? Instructing him with a finger while drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He stood up lively, walking towards her kitchen, absolutely taken aback by how tidy and organized her apartment looked.
Already knowing what kind of tea because they both enjoy it the same, reaching into the pantry for the box of tea bags on the lower shelf, pulling a cup from the washer and placing it on the hot water kettle. He spoons in 1/2 teaspoon of sugar exactly how she likes it. While leaning his back on the counter.
As he waited for the water to heat up, he indulged in his thoughts, gazing around her kitchen.
The whistling from the kettle stopped, with relieved he turned around, adding the hot water to the tea bag and returning to her,
With a wide smile on his face, he hands her the cup, she noticed he didn't have his wedding ban, she looked into his eyes as her hands extends to take the cup. He noticed that she noticed, with a little distance between them, he sat beside her in silence.
on her third sip of tea, he glances at her and proceeded to apologize.
I should never have let you walk out that door, ‘I, I.... I have tried to hide this. It's been hard,
It almost drove me completely insane. As she looked at him, intently listening
I've tried to hold back, since the day we met.......................... It's been eating me alive knowing I felt this way while being married and had already started a family,
but I can't deny that I haven't felt this, not any more, he remarked, shaking his head.
For the longest time, I felt guilty, knowing I had felt this way about you,
if I let you slip out of my life, without trying, to fighting for us, I will not survive it,
I see you, Helen. it’s just that sometimes it takes me a minute, to remember what matters more than anything, you.
He drew closer to her, as she sets the tea cup on the center table. Helen,
I’m ready to fight. Fight for you, for Us.
Every time you've been near me, I've wanted to do stuff to you, imagining what it would be like.
You are undeniably BEAUTIFUL and sexy, and I need to have you, in all the ways I have been dreaming of.
She swallows her nonexistent saliva as he got closer. With her mouth partially open, uncontrollably batting her eyes at him. She searches his eyes, while he searches hers for permission, to touch her, intimately. Placing his left hand on the right side of the back of her neck sliding his fingers upward, gently holding on to her hair, a rush of adrenaline prickled her stomach, as he watched the whooshing of her breathing, thinking how soft on silky the growths of her hair felt.
She needed him to touched her, she needed to grip him closer, but her body was weak, weak to his touch. As they stared intensely at each other, their faces being only a few inches apart, tightening his grip on her hair, causing her to slightly tilted her head back, finally freeing of her temporary paralysis, she grabs hold to his muscular arm with her left hand, while clutching his side with her other hand.
He knew he was in charge, and she wanted him, his lips being a inch closer to hers, her eyelids, fill down slowly closing.
Their lips touch, as their bodies tingles, her chest rises, left her feeling like she had no air. The instant chemistry they felt, was uncontrollable. His thinking slowed when his lips met hers. Time becoming unknown, as if he were in a dream, how warm and crazily soft her lips were.
As they draw each other deeper and further into each other's sanctum, thrusting herself up with a knee for support.
Has he pauses, looking intently into her eyes, slowly begin rolling her robe over her shoulder.
In complete awe of how clear and smooth her skin appears, while stirring her down. He notices she was wearing a black lace bra that matches her thong, which complemented her skin tone well, lost in her eyes, before entirely removing her robe. As she gets back up on both knees, yanking his jacket off, while he impatiently helped her to removed his shirt.
Unbuckling his belt, she unzip his jeans. Holding her by the lower portion of her cheeks, he punches his tongue into her mouth. Resting his back on the couch, hoisted her up on top of him.
feeling her body, with both his hands on her waist, recognizing how small it was in comparison to her hips, being considerably wider. She bends her knees and places her hands on the couch over his shoulder. As his tongue trails down her neck, while unclipping her bra, struggling a little.
Carefully pulling it off, her hands fill to her side, looking down at him, when he stroked her breast with his hands, causing her head to fall back uncontrollably, as a rush of adrenaline went to her vulva, gasping harder as he places his mouth over her tit, slowly sliding his hand into her thong concomitantly.
He gave her a look, realizing she was already lubricated, as she gasped for breath somewhat dropping her upper body backwards as his hand quickly supported her back, her mouth flew wide open, when he slid his index and middle finger in an upward motion on her clit.
She moaned loudly as he stroked it faster, her body slipping in and out of his grip, being a fraction of a second from an orgasm, he halted.
He hoisted her up positioning her back laying on the couch, with one of his hands intertwined with hers above her head. He opens her legs slightly with his bent knee, while she bends her knees up to give him access. Passionately kissing her while caressing her clit with his right fingers. Her heart races. As he drags his tongue in between her breasts, he releases her hands as he went down further, trailing his tongue towards her navel, causing her tummy to jerked.
He elevates his head up as he pulls himself down more to her vulva, while holding on to her hips. He tasted her, swiftly clinging to the cushion behind her, unable to keep her legs steady as he licks her clit. (she rapidly gasp for air).
She weakly tries to pull him up, with her orgasm being at it’s peek, moving back towards her lips, as they exchanged sensual glances. Using his hands as a support to keep himself upright while holding on to his already-erected dick. He puts the blanket under her back to elevate her slightly.
Penetrating her. Max, she screamed, quivering and gasping for breath, as she looks deeply into his eyes, attempting to caress the side of his face, (while she bit her bottom lip, as he went in deeper, she clutches onto him.
His sweat drips on her skin, as he moans, they couldn’t get enough of each other.
As he penetrates deeper, harder and faster inside her, he tightens his grasp around her waist. As they drew closer, their moans became more even louder.
Fuck! he shouted as he ejaculated his semen into her, simultaneously in the instant of her orgasm relief. They both felt to the ground. Looking at each other, completely in awe.
He extends his hand to the side of her face, pulling her in, to cuddled her.
#new amsterdam#helen sharpe#max goodwin#freema agyeman#ryan eggold#helen#max#nbc#nbc new amsterdam#sharpwin
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Band Camp || 7/27-31/2021
Wow. This week of band camp was amazing!! I’m smiling from ear to ear just thinking about it. I’ve met so many people, done tons of hard work, learned new music, etcetera. But beyond that, of course, I had the opportunity to get to know M even more than before.
M has been absolutely phenomenal the entire time. His attitude, his voice, his outfits, just everything. I forgot what it was like to be directed by him, and even the feeling of being around him for a long period of time left my memory after a while.
But having it happen again, for more than five hours a day….it’s like he never left. Being with him is like being home; I feel tranquil and safe by his side. I’m so glad he’s back.
Enough with me rambling, I’ll list some highlights from the week above!!
(For some background, one of my peers had noticed that my sousaphone was causing a great deal of pain to my shoulders and neck, to the point of leaving marks on my skin. They decided to reach out to M about it without me knowing.) Onto the story.
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I was late to the marching grid. After walking across the parking lot with my sousaphone, I made a little dash to my section’s usual spot and set my water jug and instrument down as fast as I could do so without being reckless. With my now free hands, I remained next to my things and paused to observe the grid in search for my section. The kids were warming up, walking along the lot’s border like it was a track.
I attempted to scan the area once more for the tuba section, eventually finding someone that I thought looked like one of the members. They were more towards the left, so I began to move towards them. To my surprise, before I reached the beginning of the grass by the lot, I noticed that someone was approaching me from my left.
After witnessing what was in the corner of my eye, I turned to clarify whether the person speed-walking in my direction was actually who I thought it was. Yep. It was M who was approaching me. And he was giving me a more attentive look than usual. I felt my face twist slightly in nervousness. I thought he was going to question my tardiness.
When he came to a stop two feet away from me, his demeanor, I noticed, was careful and understanding. He was bearing a light smile. Despite this, I was still anxious. “Don’t worry about (the)—“ He began, before being cut off. “I’m sorry. That was my fault,” I interrupted before shooting a disappointed look his way. His face expressed a more sympathetic look after my statement. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassured me, tone slightly softer now. He then got more serious.
“I heard about your shoulder.” He commented. “Oh..” I gave him an awkward smile. He returned it kindly, telling me that if I ever felt too overwhelmed with things— like a headache, lots of pain, etcetera—, that I should feel free to sit down out of the field for a while. “I don’t want you to pass out,” he finished.
I looked to my right, at the other kids, then back at him. “I can’t do that to my section…” I stated. He frowned a little before smiling again. “It’s okay.” He paused slightly. “You come first.” Following his previous speech, he provided some more words of comfort. With my heart feeling warm and fuzzy, I thanked him before running to my dot on the field.
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Some kids and I were called to the front of the field by M’s (newly appointed) assistant director, U. I made my way with my instrument to the front of the field before turning back towards all the other kids. When all was said and done, I looked left to be greeted with a smiling and giggling M right beside me.
He wouldn’t make eye contact with me at all, even after I let a confused giggle escape from my mouth at his behavior. I think he was looking at the floor or his phone. Maybe he saw something humorous. Whatever it was, I’m glad it made him smile.
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During our lunch break, I noticed M was walking around the place with a cardboard box in his arms. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it was pretty big. Without waiting any further, he approached my section. “Where’s R?” He asked, before locking eyes with me. I sat up straighter to look up at him from my spot on the ground.
“Do you want a towel?” He asked me with a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “You can put it on your shoulder so it doesn’t hurt. (Like a shoulder pad.)” He grabbed a couple of the light blue towels, then turned his wrists back to place them over each of his shoulders as a demonstration. 🥺
I smiled at his genuine kindness. I wasn’t too sure if it would help at all, but I really did appreciate his attempt at trying to help me. I let out a small, slightly confused chuckle before replying, “I’m okay, thank you though.” I didn’t want to inconvenience him anyway, even though he had offered. He talked a little bit about wanting to get the tubas shoulder pads to avoid this issue, all the while looking at me for a majority of the time. His expression was soft, with relaxed eyes and a caring smile. It was so heartwarming. I thanked him once again and he took it as a cue to keep on moving and talk to some other groups. The whole rest of the lunch break I couldn’t stop thinking about it…he was just so open and sweet to me. In front of everybody else.
With these thoughts swirling in my head, the clock struck the time where my section would usually get going. We all got up, and I quickly swallowed the remnants of my food before walking up to M, who was actually right next to me. He was turned the other way, so I decided to verbally request his attention.
“Sir.” I spoke. It took him half a second to turn back and meet my eye. Immediately, his face was attentive and ready to listen to whatever I had to say. “Thank you…for caring.” I felt emotions wanting to spiral up but I pushed them down. I didn’t really want to start crying in front of him anyway, especially since we stood two feet apart.
“Of course..!” He gave me a slightly goofy smile, like I had said something silly. “I was worried.” He stated, “I don’t want you to get blisters.” I felt my fluttering heart grow warmer, making it even harder to keep myself together. I was so fond of this guy, and seeing that he actually cares about me…it just meant a lot. Still does. ❤️
“Aww…” I put my right hand on his shoulder, gave it a light pat with my palm, and grazed my thumb against it wholeheartedly. “Thank you.” We held our silent but meaningful gaze for what felt like forever before I lifted my hand off of his shoulder. “I’ll let you know if anything happens.” I told him. He nodded. “Okay.” We then went our separate paths for that work hour.
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This is a very small moment, but I keep thinking about it. I was in my sectional room, sitting idly while my section got off topic. While I let myself drift off into my thoughts, I heard the faint murmur of M’s voice. It sounded like he was speaking to someone else. Now more alert than before, I began to gaze out of the open door beside me, where the noise came from.
While I was looking out the door, I saw someone walk past it. It didn’t take long for me to figure out it was M, accompanied by someone else. The whole time he was moving forward, though, instead of looking at the one beside him, he was focused on the door as well…. causing him to gaze right back at me.
So we locked eyes from when he first passed the door to when he finished passing the door. It was only a second, but it felt prolonged somehow. I wonder if he thought about that too, if only a little bit.
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He passed in front of me while everyone played a segment of one of our pieces. I saw him bob his head back and forth at the tempo like a bird would do when walking. His face presented furrowed eyebrows, a slight squint, and a smirk. Like he was feeling the rhythm.
After the rep, he turned over to us with a very proud, determined, and excited expression on his face. He then pointed at me. “YES.” He told me before going down the line of tubas to point at each one. “YES. YES. YES.” He then backed up a little bit so he could stand more towards the middle area, where everyone could see him. “I want to hear that every time.”
After that very happy moment, he positioned himself between us and another section, listening on and on for the rest of the time. He was really feeling it with the sousas’ playing. That’s so awesome.
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M said a joke, smiling, after V told the band to always turn counterclockwise. Upon hearing M’s comment, I couldn’t help but furrow my eyebrows and shoot a quizzical smile his way. He had said this the previous rep as well, but with little to no response from the kids. Normally there would be a chuckle or two, but I remember that time being silent.
I could be wrong, but since there wasn’t a reaction like the usual to acknowledge his thought, he may have been searching for a hint of a smile, at least, from anyone. And on the subject of searching, I just happened to be one of the first people he thought to look at.
A second passed after his words, and I noticed that his head, which was previously moved slightly to his right, began to turn more in my direction. He had seen my reaction and nodded a few times at my frazzled expression, smiling openly with his teeth.
Seeing his cheerful attitude, I grinned and adjusted a little on my dot. I couldn’t hold back a shake of the head and a few breathy chuckles at his poor attempt at a joke.
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“Mr. [M]!” I called as he walked towards the stairs of the main hallway. He didn’t hear, so I ran closer. “Mr. [M],” I called once more, causing him to pause and turn to me, “I need to show you something..!!” He was quiet for a second as he looked in my eyes, noticing my excited demeanor, and bearing a small grin on his face. He appeared entertained.
“What.” He didn’t hesitate to take a step over to me and lean over in my direction slightly, which was pretty unexpected, so I felt my heart stop. He probably saw my surprise, so he stopped in place. “Ummm!!” I sang out as I pulled up the photo. I then happily twisted my phone over to display the picture straight at his face. I was now gazing at him expectantly for any sign of a reaction.
He blanked. He was pretty caught off guard seeing the photo. He didn’t know what was going on, so it took him a moment to process it all.
Two long seconds passed before he cracked, furrowing his brows and letting out a snicker, which then caused *me* to laugh. Right when he snickered, puzzled, he turned and continued forward.
I beamed from ear to ear as I sped back to my original spot. Man, he’s so cute, but he was so caught off guard as well. I wonder what kind of thing he expected to see from me initially?
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So yeah! That was a little blast from the past— ‘the past’ being two weeks ago. In case it wasn’t obvious enough, my section switched from contrabass tubas to sousaphones this year. Slowly adjusting to that. Other than that unexpected change, things have been great!! The update took a little while to type out, so I apologize about that. And if the writing is choppy as well, forgive me. It was tons of fun looking back though! ^^ I hope everyone is having a great afternoon.
#M#personal#teacher crush#teacher crush community#tc community#tc#tcc#tc blog#tcc blog#teacher crush blog#teacher love#male tc#male teacher crush#teacher x student#male teacher x female student#tc stories#tc thoughts#tc ramblings#❤️#He’s everything to me and more#He’s such a caring individual who deserves the world#I’m so lucky to have him
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a quick visit
characters/ships: goldie, scrooge, beakley, scrooge/goldie, (slight) webby/lena word count: ~3500 summary: Goldie stops by the mansion shortly after The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades! ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27023359
Bentina had a bad feeling.
She often did when Scrooge took all four kids by himself and it was just adults in the mansion. Well, adults and Launchpad, who came by twice already - having forgotten that Scrooge wasn’t around.
It didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten Webbigail her own cell phone yet, so there were no updates coming from a trusted source. Scrooge didn’t know how to send a proper text and the boys just sent weird pictures and emojis so she was stuck in the dark until they returned.
Fortunately, the trip ended early, and as the family burst through the door only two days after leaving, the first thing Webbigail did was throw herself into her grandmother’s arms. “GRANNY! You won’t believe what happened in Florida!”
“Something tells me I will.”
Before Webby could open her mouth, Scrooge loudly cleared his throat. “Ahem, um...Webbigail, perhaps you should let me talk to her first. If you wouldnae mind.”
Webby considered that for a moment before doing a backflip and landing gracefully on her feet. “Okay! I’m gonna call Lena and Violet!” And then she rushed upstairs.
The boys were chatting amongst themselves, clearly interested in what Scrooge was going to say to Beakley but knowing they wouldn’t be allowed to stick around for the conversation. Louie in particular was excited to see steam come out of their housekeeper’s ears.
Beakley’s eye twitched as Scrooge grumbled a bit and motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen. Huey and Dewey decided to go find their mom or Uncle Donald, while Louie stuck with his original plan and held his head against the kitchen door to listen in.
“What kind of danger did you put my granddaughter in this time?”
Louie almost snickered.
“So listen, Twenty-Two, I need to start by pointin’ out that it could’ve been much worse! She was far away from the real danger!”
No response. Louie worried he was missing something and leaned in a little further, but it seemed Beakley was just waiting for more information.
“...Goldie was there.”
“Don’t tell me you let her anywhere near Webbigail!” was Beakley’s very quick response. Louie knew the housekeeper hated Goldie, but she didn’t hesitate for even a second.
“Ah...well. Webby spoke to Goldie just as you would’ve wanted her to,” Scrooge said with a chuckle.
“Then what happened?”
“Ehh...Goldie ‘n I drank some youth water, got a bit rambunctious in our young bodies, and left Webbigail by herself in the middle of the woods.”
Louie waited. No sound yet. Maybe Beakley just killed him quickly and quietly and got it over with?
“Is that it? She’s well equipped for a few hours by herself. Better than spending anymore time with your thieving ex-girlfriend.”
What a disappointment. Louie scoffed and got up, walking towards the back of the mansion where he saw his brothers go earlier.
Beakley looked over at the door where one of the kids had been obviously spying, and then poked a finger in Scrooge’s chest. “If Webbigail goes on adventures with you, I expect you to be responsible for her. No running off with your girlfriend, no leaving her alone. Am I understood?”
He looked sheepish, but nodded. “I’m sorry, Twenty-Two. It was...I wasnae myself.”
“Oh, you were completely yourself. Just younger and stupider.”
“Quite right.”
There was a moment of silence before Beakley couldn’t help her curiosity. “So what did she take from you this time?”
He blushed a bit and smiled - a reaction she was definitely not prepared for - and started tapping his fingers against the top of his cane. “Ah...nothin’.”
“...really now.”
Scrooge had a look on his face that Bentina barely recognized - he looked lovestruck and downright silly - and it was making her eye twitch again.
“She took Isabella’s journal, but...then she gave it back. A lot happened yesterday. We...talked.”
“Goldie O’Gilt...talked. To you.” Beakley leaned against the counter and didn’t pretend to hide her disbelief.
Scrooge picked up his cane and swung it around briefly. “Oh, she talked, alright! Let’s just say, I havenae lost my touch when it comes to women.”
Now that was the least believable thing she’d heard so far. But Beakley bit her tongue on that remark. “...did you two sleep together?”
His blush deepened and his smile formed into a smirk. Pushing his hat up an inch with his cane, Scrooge just shrugged and said, “I would never kiss and tell.”
“That’s historically untrue,” she commented with an eyeroll. “Are you going to tell me you two are on good terms now? Or something equally terrifying?”
Scrooge shrugged again. “Hard to say…”
He started to hobble out of the kitchen, considering whether or not to leave Beakley with that non-answer, but chose to turn around at the door and expand. “...she’ll be visiting the mansion soon.”
And she felt a headache coming on as he waltzed out of the kitchen, leaving her alone to decide how many traps she needed to set up and how many items she needed to hide. Not that anything she could try would stop O’Gilt, who always seemed to be one frustrating step ahead of her.
This was a terrible turn of events. Not to mention unexpected. But, Beakley surmised, this was likely a long con that Scrooge hadn’t caught onto in his lovestruck stupor. She’d have to talk to Webbigail and get more details about what happened. She’d have an easier time figuring out what Goldie’s game was.
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Webby was using her laptop to video call with her friends, going over the trials and tribulations of her recent trip.
“I still can’t believe Scrooge has a girlfriend,” Lena commented dryly.
Webby just laughed. “Yeah, it’s super weird. They just have...so much history together. But I thought it’d be cute! Or fun! Instead, it was just…” She couldn’t think of the right word.
Violet flicked at her hair. “Uncomfortable? Not only are they ridiculously old, but she’s betrayed him a number of times. I can’t imagine watching them interact was pleasant.”
“Exactly!” Webby waved her hands around. “And when we left the hotel they were all gushy and hand holding, but...I don’t know! Love after betrayal doesn’t really seem like a good idea.”
Violet nodded to that, but quickly noticed Lena’s awkward silence and turned towards her sister.
Webby, despite herself, also noticed Lena’s lack of response, and after replaying her sentence in her head, she immediately started to shake her head and laugh. “Ha, ha, well, I mean, you know, who knows!! It’s...I shouldn’t make assumptions! It was probably just weird because they’re so old! I don’t know the details, I should do some research! But maybe not too much research! Ha, ha, ha!”
Lena seemed comforted by that and just chuckled and shook her head. “You’re a riot, Pink.”
“I know,” Webby said with a smile, and she could tell Violet was going to comment on what just happened but was interrupted by a knock on Webby’s door.
“Webbigail, can we talk?”
“Oh, sure, Granny!” she yelled at the door. “Sorry guys, Granny wants to talk! See you later?”
The Sabrewings nodded and said their goodbyes as Webby shut the laptop in sync with Beakley climbing up the ladder.
“Scrooge tells me you were alone for quite some time,” Beakley said as she finished her climb and sat next to Webby on her bed. “How did you fare?”
“It was crazy!” Webby said enthusiastically. “I had hurt my back and mosquitos stung my eye and then suddenly I was alone with who-knows-what lurking around! But I used my quick wits and geographical knowledge to make my way back to the hotel in record time!”
Beakley responded with a few small claps. “I’m very proud of you.”
“It’s too bad I missed the fight, though!”
“Oh?” Now that made more sense. “So Scrooge and Goldie did fight, then?”
“Oh, no, I mean. Sort of, but that’s not what I’m talking about!” Webby proceeded to explain the situation with Ponce de Leon to her grandmother, not leaving out any details of what the boys and Scrooge had told her.
“Well...I supposed that explains his good mood.” Beakley put a hand against her beak in thought. “I can’t immediately tell what O’Gilt’s angle is, but I don’t trust this. If she tries to talk to you again, don’t give her any information she doesn’t already have.”
“Okay! Oh, and did you know she’s friends with Louie?” Webby added suddenly. “I mean, I guess friends might be a strong word. But they talked for a while and I was really surprised! Scrooge didn’t seem as surprised, but also...not. You know what I mean?”
Beakley let out a long hmmm in response. “...that’s interesting.”
“I was talking to Lena and Violet…” Webby tapped her fingers on her legs. “I don’t trust Goldie any farther than I could throw her, but...I don’t know, she and Scrooge seemed to be really happy together all last night and this morning.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And it’s not like you can’t have a good normal relationship even if there was once a lot of lies and betrayal!” Webby started to play with her skirt. “I’m trying to keep an open mind!”
Beakley’s face scrunched up in thought and her eyes widened in realization. “Ah...Dear, if you’re projecting onto this, I can assure you that your relationship with Lena is nothing like that of the infamous McDuck-O’Gilt rivalry.”
“Oh.”
“Goldie O’Gilt is proof that some people can never change,” Bentina said forcefully. “And no matter what she says or how she acts or even if she chooses not to steal anything one time, that’s no reason to trust her. She’s going to break Scrooge’s heart again, one way or another.”
“...oh.” Webby frowned and looked down at her knees. “You’re probably right, Granny. Maybe I just...want her to be better.”
“I understand.” Beakley stood up and brushed invisible dust off her skirt. “I do, too. But it’s safer to stay alert than to try and expect anything good from her.”
She nodded. “Uncle Scrooge invited her here.”
“He mentioned as much.”
“But she said no.”
“Really?”
Webby played with her fingers while she spoke. “She said, and I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping! But she told him that ‘meeting the family is too domestic,’ which I think is weird because she’s already met all of us so what difference does it make?”
Beakley wondered why Scrooge seemed so sure that Goldie would be coming over despite her rejection. This was already starting not to bode well. “I need to speak to Scrooge again. Why don’t you go find the boys?”
“Okay!” Webby shouted and did a front flip off her bed, launching down the ladder and heading towards the pool.
Beakley grumbled and followed after, determined to figure out why Scrooge had lied or what was going on. She needed to be prepared if Goldie O’Gilt was coming to visit, and prepared for Scrooge’s inevitably whiny heartbreak. You’d think he’d be used to it after so many years.
She found him in his room, staring at the inside of some ancient-looking box. As soon as he noticed her, he slammed the box shut and tossed it back into the locked desk drawer he came from. Curious as that made her, Beakley didn’t have the energy to comment.
“Goldie said she wasn’t interested in coming here.”
Scrooge flushed and shrugged. “I mean...technically, yes, but you had to see the look in her eyes, Bentina! I know she’s coming.”
“I think you’re likely misinterpreting.”
“I know for a fact she wants to see Della, at least,” Scrooge said with his two pointer fingers up in front of him. “We talked about her for a while and she hasn’t seen her since her return, so…”
“I stand by what I said.”
Scrooge stood up and stretched his limbs. “I understand your negativity, Twenty-Two, but I feel good about this! I feel like -”
Both parties stopped talking and turned to look at the window, which was slowly being opened from the outside. Scrooge smiled brightly and Beakley’s frown deepened.
“Hey, Hun, how about we……..oh.” Goldie hadn’t noticed Beakley at first, and wrinkled her nose as soon as they made eye contact. “Great.”
Before the man of the house could let his lady inside, Beakley stormed to the window and grabbed it. “How about you use the front door like a proper guest!?” She slammed the window shut and Goldie didn’t move for a moment, then smacked the closed window before disappearing again. Beakley made her way to the foyer in angry anticipation.
Scrooge didn’t even know how to react to that and quickly rushed to the window to see what was happening. Goldie had gone back down to the lawn and she looked up to shoot him a quick wink before continuing towards the door. He almost didn’t believe what he was seeing, but hurried after his housekeeper anyway.
The doorbell ringing was a surprise to everyone, and Scrooge was double surprised to see all four kids running towards the front door even after they saw Beakley reach for the handle. Maybe they liked Goldie more than she did. That wouldn’t be saying much at all.
The door opened and Goldie groaned loudly. “Is this what it’s like to wait for someone to let you into a building? It’s awful. Scroogey, don’t make me do that again.”
Beakley rolled her eyes and moved to the side so Goldie could enter, and Scrooge just smiled at her instead of moving to give her a proper hello. She put a hand on her hip and looked at the small army of ducks who’d come to greet her for whatever reason.
“I thought you said you weren’t coming!” Webby said suddenly.
“Yes, well…” Goldie rolled her hand around by her head, trying to think of what to say. “Here I am anyway.”
“Here you are,” Beakley said harshly as she shut the door. “And what’s your plan for this visit, O’Gilt?”
Goldie gave the housekeeper a sultry look. “Oh, Bentina, always so suspicious of me. Scrooge asked me to stop by on my way back to D…”
Everyone leaned forward slightly, looking very interested in the next thing she was going to say. Goldie took note of that.
“...doing my own thing.”
The resounding disappointment was palpable. Clearly no one knew where she currently hung her hat, and Goldie preferred it that way.
“So he did. Apparently you’re here to ‘meet the family,’ but of course,” Beakley walked past Goldie and stood next to her granddaughter. “You already know everyone here.”
Scrooge raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should interrupt or let this play out. Goldie didn’t seem put off at all.
“Are you testing me?” Goldie asked with a smirk. “Of course I know you, Bentina. Or would you rather I call you Twenty-Two?”
Everyone looked up at Beakley, who scowled. “Bentina is fine.”
Goldie took a look at all four kids, who were currently lined up in front of her. Their...names? She knew their names. But that didn’t really matter and she didn’t want them to get too attached.
“Well, obviously I know Sharpie,” she said, motioning to Louie, who just shrugged in response.
Next came the red one. “...based on your clipboard, I’m gonna assume you’re the Smartie.”
“Not technically my name, but observant nonetheless!” Huey tapped his hat with his pencil.
“And you…” She looked at the blue one, who seemed overly excited at her presence and was pumping his knees up and down. “Well I’m not about to call you Toughie when you look like this.”
“You can call me…” Dewey pulled out his phone and pressed a button, playing a short track of loud electronic music. “TURBOOOO!!!” he shouted as he dabbed dramatically and the music ended.
Goldie just stared. “...ah, you’re just a mini-Della, aren’t you?”
Dewey spun around and snapped some finger guns at her. “Compliment received and appreciated! That’s how we Dew it!”
“Right. So. Sharpie, Smartie, Mini-Della.” She pointed to each of them as she spoke. “And lastly we’ve got Old Lady Vanderquack.”
Webby looked up at her grandma and gave a sheepish smile to Beakley’s irritated expression.
“I suppose I can’t very well call you that when the real old lady is right there,” Goldie said with a smirk. “I’ll just call you Pink.”
That elicited a small gasp from the little duck. “You can’t call me that! That’s what Lena calls me!”
“Oh? She’s got a claim on that name?” Goldie crouched down and leaned her arms on her knees (which were feeling much better than the day before, thank God). “Well I’m sure your Uncle has told you that I’m quite the claim jumper.”
Scrooge chuckled at that while Webby just squinted and tapped on her beak. “I guess, in a way, you kind of remind me of Lena.”
“Since I don’t know who that is, I’m going to assume that’s a compliment.”
“It is!” Webby clapped her hands together excitedly. “She’s my-”
“Webbigail,” Beakley interrupted. “Remember what I said about limiting the information you give to thieves?”
“Oh, right!” Webby stood tall and did a motion of zippering her mouth shut.
Goldie smirked and stood back up. “The less I know the better, I suppose.” She looked around the room. “Well I don’t see Donald or Della, but as far as I know, that covers everyone who lives here, right?”
Beakley rolled her eyes, but couldn’t say anything before Dewey jumped up. “Oh! I bet Mom would be super excited to see you! I’ll go grab her!” He rushed off to the pool.
“What, no fun nicknames for them, too?” Louie said sarcastically. “How boring.”
Goldie crossed her arms. “That’s not something anyone’s ever called me before.”
“First time for everything.”
Huey glanced between Louie and Goldie, sensing an unexpected tension that he didn’t know anything about. Clearly he’d be grilling Louie about it later.
Scrooge sighed and felt a familiar warmth in his chest. All he wanted was for Goldie to be a part of his family, and for the first time...it felt like it might happen. Despite Beakley’s objections, of course. He shuffled over and grabbed one of Goldie’s hands.
“Are you staying long?” he asked hopefully, but trying not to sound too desperate.
She glanced at him and sighed. “No, I don’t think so.” She pulled her hand away from his and placed it against his cheek instead. “Meet the family, you said. Not have dinner with the family or move in with you, right?” She gave him a few little pats.
Scrooge smiled even though he would’ve loved for her to stay longer. “Right. Whatever you’re comfortable with, Dear.”
The little domestic nickname made her heart flutter, and Goldie had to look away from him to avoid blushing. Fortunately, it was at that moment that Dewey was dragging the twins into the foyer behind him.
“What’s so impor-....oh!” Della paused as she looked up, Donald stepping up next to her a moment later.
They both looked at each other and then back at their guest. “Hi Aunt Goldie,” they said in unison.
“Donnie. Fly Girl,” Goldie responded, giving them each a curt nod. “Glad to see you’re both in one piece.”
Della elbowed Donald in the chest. “How come you didn’t tell me this was still a thing?”
He coughed and put a hand over his injured sternum. “I didn’t think you cared?”
“I dunno, I’m kind of mixed on it,” Della said with a shrug. “But I like to stay updated!”
They bickered for a minute and Goldie felt a bit awkward - she didn’t know Donald or Della very well and could barely understand a single thing Donald said. She assumed everyone else could understand him perfectly and didn’t want to be the odd one out, so she opted to look back at Scrooge again.
He was staring at her. This whole visit he’d just been staring at her. She did what he asked! She stopped by! She spoke to his whole family! Why did he still look like he wanted something?
Finally he looked away from her, seeing that most of the rest of the family was talking to Della about adventures they knew about involving Goldie. He looked back at her and smiled.
“...Scroogey, just ask me what you want to ask me.” She swiped a hand through her ponytail and sighed. “I’ll die of old age if I’m stuck waiting for you to spit it out.”
He took a deep breath and reached out to grab both of her hands this time.
“I want you...to meet my parents.”
Bentina had a bad feeling.
She often did when Scrooge took all four kids by himself and it was just adults in the mansion. Well, adults and Launchpad, who came by twice already - having forgotten that Scrooge wasn’t around.
It didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten Webbigail her own cell phone yet, so there were no updates coming from a trusted source. Scrooge didn’t know how to send a proper text and the boys just sent weird pictures and emojis so she was stuck in the dark until they returned.
Fortunately, the trip ended early, and as the family burst through the door only two days after leaving, the first thing Webbigail did was throw herself into her grandmother’s arms. “GRANNY! You won’t believe what happened in Florida!”
“Something tells me I will.”
Before Webby could open her mouth, Scrooge loudly cleared his throat. “Ahem, um...Webbigail, perhaps you should let me talk to her first. If you wouldnae mind.”
Webby considered that for a moment before doing a backflip and landing gracefully on her feet. “Okay! I’m gonna call Lena and Violet!” And then she rushed upstairs.
The boys were chatting amongst themselves, clearly interested in what Scrooge was going to say to Beakley but knowing they wouldn’t be allowed to stick around for the conversation. Louie in particular was excited to see steam come out of their housekeeper’s ears.
Beakley’s eye twitched as Scrooge grumbled a bit and motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen. Huey and Dewey decided to go find their mom or Uncle Donald, while Louie stuck with his original plan and held his head against the kitchen door to listen in.
“What kind of danger did you put my granddaughter in this time?”
Louie almost snickered.
“So listen, Twenty-Two, I need to start by pointin’ out that it could’ve been much worse! She was far away from the real danger!”
No response. Louie worried he was missing something and leaned in a little further, but it seemed Beakley was just waiting for more information.
“...Goldie was there.”
“Don’t tell me you let her anywhere near Webbigail!” was Beakley’s very quick response. Louie knew the housekeeper hated Goldie, but she didn’t hesitate for even a second.
“Ah...well. Webby spoke to Goldie just as you would’ve wanted her to,” Scrooge said with a chuckle.
“Then what happened?”
“Ehh...Goldie ‘n I drank some youth water, got a bit rambunctious in our young bodies, and left Webbigail by herself in the middle of the woods.”
Louie waited. No sound yet. Maybe Beakley just killed him quickly and quietly and got it over with?
“Is that it? She’s well equipped for a few hours by herself. Better than spending anymore time with your thieving ex-girlfriend.”
What a disappointment. Louie scoffed and got up, walking towards the back of the mansion where he saw his brothers go earlier.
Beakley looked over at the door where one of the kids had been obviously spying, and then poked a finger in Scrooge’s chest. “If Webbigail goes on adventures with you, I expect you to be responsible for her. No running off with your girlfriend, no leaving her alone. Am I understood?”
He looked sheepish, but nodded. “I’m sorry, Twenty-Two. It was...I wasnae myself.”
“Oh, you were completely yourself. Just younger and stupider.”
“Quite right.”
There was a moment of silence before Beakley couldn’t help her curiosity. “So what did she take from you this time?”
He blushed a bit and smiled - a reaction she was definitely not prepared for - and started tapping his fingers against the top of his cane. “Ah...nothin’.”
“...really now.”
Scrooge had a look on his face that Bentina barely recognized - he looked lovestruck and downright silly - and it was making her eye twitch again.
“She took Isabella’s journal, but...then she gave it back. A lot happened yesterday. We...talked.”
“Goldie O’Gilt...talked. To you.” Beakley leaned against the counter and didn’t pretend to hide her disbelief.
Scrooge picked up his cane and swung it around briefly. “Oh, she talked, alright! Let’s just say, I havenae lost my touch when it comes to women.”
Now that was the least believable thing she’d heard so far. But Beakley bit her tongue on that remark. “...did you two sleep together?”
His blush deepened and his smile formed into a smirk. Pushing his hat up an inch with his cane, Scrooge just shrugged and said, “I would never kiss and tell.”
“That’s historically untrue,” she commented with an eyeroll. “Are you going to tell me you two are on good terms now? Or something equally terrifying?”
Scrooge shrugged again. “Hard to say…”
He started to hobble out of the kitchen, considering whether or not to leave Beakley with that non-answer, but chose to turn around at the door and expand. “...she’ll be visiting the mansion soon.”
And she felt a headache coming on as he waltzed out of the kitchen, leaving her alone to decide how many traps she needed to set up and how many items she needed to hide. Not that anything she could try would stop O’Gilt, who always seemed to be one frustrating step ahead of her.
This was a terrible turn of events. Not to mention unexpected. But, Beakley surmised, this was likely a long con that Scrooge hadn’t caught onto in his lovestruck stupor. She’d have to talk to Webbigail and get more details about what happened. She’d have an easier time figuring out what Goldie’s game was.
x
Webby was using her laptop to video call with her friends, going over the trials and tribulations of her recent trip.
“I still can’t believe Scrooge has a girlfriend,” Lena commented dryly.
Webby just laughed. “Yeah, it’s super weird. They just have...so much history together. But I thought it’d be cute! Or fun! Instead, it was just…” She couldn’t think of the right word.
Violet flicked at her hair. “Uncomfortable? Not only are they ridiculously old, but she’s betrayed him a number of times. I can’t imagine watching them interact was pleasant.”
“Exactly!” Webby waved her hands around. “And when we left the hotel they were all gushy and hand holding, but...I don’t know! Love after betrayal doesn’t really seem like a good idea.”
Violet nodded to that, but quickly noticed Lena’s awkward silence and turned towards her sister.
Webby, despite herself, also noticed Lena’s lack of response, and after replaying her sentence in her head, she immediately started to shake her head and laugh. “Ha, ha, well, I mean, you know, who knows!! It’s...I shouldn’t make assumptions! It was probably just weird because they’re so old! I don’t know the details, I should do some research! But maybe not too much research! Ha, ha, ha!”
Lena seemed comforted by that and just chuckled and shook her head. “You’re a riot, Pink.”
“I know,” Webby said with a smile, and she could tell Violet was going to comment on what just happened but was interrupted by a knock on Webby’s door.
“Webbigail, can we talk?”
“Oh, sure, Granny!” she yelled at the door. “Sorry guys, Granny wants to talk! See you later?”
The Sabrewings nodded and said their goodbyes as Webby shut the laptop in sync with Beakley climbing up the ladder.
“Scrooge tells me you were alone for quite some time,” Beakley said as she finished her climb and sat next to Webby on her bed. “How did you fare?”
“It was crazy!” Webby said enthusiastically. “I had hurt my back and mosquitos stung my eye and then suddenly I was alone with who-knows-what lurking around! But I used my quick wits and geographical knowledge to make my way back to the hotel in record time!”
Beakley responded with a few small claps. “I’m very proud of you.”
“It’s too bad I missed the fight, though!”
“Oh?” Now that made more sense. “So Scrooge and Goldie did fight, then?”
“Oh, no, I mean. Sort of, but that’s not what I’m talking about!” Webby proceeded to explain the situation with Ponce de Leon to her grandmother, not leaving out any details of what the boys and Scrooge had told her.
“Well...I supposed that explains his good mood.” Beakley put a hand against her beak in thought. “I can’t immediately tell what O’Gilt’s angle is, but I don’t trust this. If she tries to talk to you again, don’t give her any information she doesn’t already have.”
“Okay! Oh, and did you know she’s friends with Louie?” Webby added suddenly. “I mean, I guess friends might be a strong word. But they talked for a while and I was really surprised! Scrooge didn’t seem as surprised, but also...not. You know what I mean?”
Beakley let out a long hmmm in response. “...that’s interesting.”
“I was talking to Lena and Violet…” Webby tapped her fingers on her legs. “I don’t trust Goldie any farther than I could throw her, but...I don’t know, she and Scrooge seemed to be really happy together all last night and this morning.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And it’s not like you can’t have a good normal relationship even if there was once a lot of lies and betrayal!” Webby started to play with her skirt. “I’m trying to keep an open mind!”
Beakley’s face scrunched up in thought and her eyes widened in realization. “Ah...Dear, if you’re projecting onto this, I can assure you that your relationship with Lena is nothing like that of the infamous McDuck-O’Gilt rivalry.”
“Oh.”
“Goldie O’Gilt is proof that some people can never change,” Bentina said forcefully. “And no matter what she says or how she acts or even if she chooses not to steal anything one time, that’s no reason to trust her. She’s going to break Scrooge’s heart again, one way or another.”
“...oh.” Webby frowned and looked down at her knees. “You’re probably right, Granny. Maybe I just...want her to be better.”
“I understand.” Beakley stood up and brushed invisible dust off her skirt. “I do, too. But it’s safer to stay alert than to try and expect anything good from her.”
She nodded. “Uncle Scrooge invited her here.”
“He mentioned as much.”
“But she said no.”
“Really?”
Webby played with her fingers while she spoke. “She said, and I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping! But she told him that ‘meeting the family is too domestic,’ which I think is weird because she’s already met all of us so what difference does it make?”
Beakley wondered why Scrooge seemed so sure that Goldie would be coming over despite her rejection. This was already starting not to bode well. “I need to speak to Scrooge again. Why don’t you go find the boys?”
“Okay!” Webby shouted and did a front flip off her bed, launching down the ladder and heading towards the pool.
Beakley grumbled and followed after, determined to figure out why Scrooge had lied or what was going on. She needed to be prepared if Goldie O’Gilt was coming to visit, and prepared for Scrooge’s inevitably whiny heartbreak. You’d think he’d be used to it after so many years.
She found him in his room, staring at the inside of some ancient-looking box. As soon as he noticed her, he slammed the box shut and tossed it back into the locked desk drawer he came from. Curious as that made her, Beakley didn’t have the energy to comment.
“Goldie said she wasn’t interested in coming here.”
Scrooge flushed and shrugged. “I mean...technically, yes, but you had to see the look in her eyes, Bentina! I know she’s coming.”
“I think you’re likely misinterpreting.”
“I know for a fact she wants to see Della, at least,” Scrooge said with his two pointer fingers up in front of him. “We talked about her for a while and she hasn’t seen her since her return, so…”
“I stand by what I said.”
Scrooge stood up and stretched his limbs. “I understand your negativity, Twenty-Two, but I feel good about this! I feel like -”
Both parties stopped talking and turned to look at the window, which was slowly being opened from the outside. Scrooge smiled brightly and Beakley’s frown deepened.
“Hey, Hun, how about we……..oh.” Goldie hadn’t noticed Beakley at first, and wrinkled her nose as soon as they made eye contact. “Great.”
Before the man of the house could let his lady inside, Beakley stormed to the window and grabbed it. “How about you use the front door like a proper guest!?” She slammed the window shut and Goldie didn’t move for a moment, then smacked the closed window before disappearing again. Beakley made her way to the foyer in angry anticipation.
Scrooge didn’t even know how to react to that and quickly rushed to the window to see what was happening. Goldie had gone back down to the lawn and she looked up to shoot him a quick wink before continuing towards the door. He almost didn’t believe what he was seeing, but hurried after his housekeeper anyway.
The doorbell ringing was a surprise to everyone, and Scrooge was double surprised to see all four kids running towards the front door even after they saw Beakley reach for the handle. Maybe they liked Goldie more than she did. That wouldn’t be saying much at all.
The door opened and Goldie groaned loudly. “Is this what it’s like to wait for someone to let you into a building? It’s awful. Scroogey, don’t make me do that again.”
Beakley rolled her eyes and moved to the side so Goldie could enter, and Scrooge just smiled at her instead of moving to give her a proper hello. She put a hand on her hip and looked at the small army of ducks who’d come to greet her for whatever reason.
“I thought you said you weren’t coming!” Webby said suddenly.
“Yes, well…” Goldie rolled her hand around by her head, trying to think of what to say. “Here I am anyway.”
“Here you are,” Beakley said harshly as she shut the door. “And what’s your plan for this visit, O’Gilt?”
Goldie gave the housekeeper a sultry look. “Oh, Bentina, always so suspicious of me. Scrooge asked me to stop by on my way back to D…”
Everyone leaned forward slightly, looking very interested in the next thing she was going to say. Goldie took note of that.
“...doing my own thing.”
The resounding disappointment was palpable. Clearly no one knew where she currently hung her hat, and Goldie preferred it that way.
“So he did. Apparently you’re here to ‘meet the family,’ but of course,” Beakley walked past Goldie and stood next to her granddaughter. “You already know everyone here.”
Scrooge raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should interrupt or let this play out. Goldie didn’t seem put off at all.
“Are you testing me?” Goldie asked with a smirk. “Of course I know you, Bentina. Or would you rather I call you Twenty-Two?”
Everyone looked up at Beakley, who scowled. “Bentina is fine.”
Goldie took a look at all four kids, who were currently lined up in front of her. Their...names? She knew their names. But that didn’t really matter and she didn’t want them to get too attached.
“Well, obviously I know Sharpie,” she said, motioning to Louie, who just shrugged in response.
Next came the red one. “...based on your clipboard, I’m gonna assume you’re the Smartie.”
“Not technically my name, but observant nonetheless!” Huey tapped his hat with his pencil.
“And you…” She looked at the blue one, who seemed overly excited at her presence and was pumping his knees up and down. “Well I’m not about to call you Toughie when you look like this.”
“You can call me…” Dewey pulled out his phone and pressed a button, playing a short track of loud electronic music. “TURBOOOO!!!” he shouted as he dabbed dramatically and the music ended.
Goldie just stared. “...ah, you’re just a mini-Della, aren’t you?”
Dewey spun around and snapped some finger guns at her. “Compliment received and appreciated! That’s how we Dew it!”
“Right. So. Sharpie, Smartie, Mini-Della.” She pointed to each of them as she spoke. “And lastly we’ve got Old Lady Vanderquack.”
Webby looked up at her grandma and gave a sheepish smile to Beakley’s irritated expression.
“I suppose I can’t very well call you that when the real old lady is right there,” Goldie said with a smirk. “I’ll just call you Pink.”
That elicited a small gasp from the little duck. “You can’t call me that! That’s what Lena calls me!”
“Oh? She’s got a claim on that name?” Goldie crouched down and leaned her arms on her knees (which were feeling much better than the day before, thank God). “Well I’m sure your Uncle has told you that I’m quite the claim jumper.”
Scrooge chuckled at that while Webby just squinted and tapped on her beak. “I guess, in a way, you kind of remind me of Lena.”
“Since I don’t know who that is, I’m going to assume that’s a compliment.”
“It is!” Webby clapped her hands together excitedly. “She’s my-”
“Webbigail,” Beakley interrupted. “Remember what I said about limiting the information you give to thieves?”
“Oh, right!” Webby stood tall and did a motion of zippering her mouth shut.
Goldie smirked and stood back up. “The less I know the better, I suppose.” She looked around the room. “Well I don’t see Donald or Della here, but as far as I know, that covers everyone who lives here, right?”
Beakley rolled her eyes, but couldn’t say anything before Dewey jumped up. “Oh! I bet Mom would be super excited to see you! I’ll go grab her!” He rushed off to the pool.
“What, no fun nicknames for them, too?” Louie said sarcastically. “How boring.”
Goldie crossed her arms. “That’s not something anyone’s ever called me before.”
“First time for everything.”
Huey glanced between Louie and Goldie, sensing an unexpected tension that he didn’t know anything about. Clearly he’d be grilling Louie about it later.
Scrooge sighed and felt a familiar warmth in his chest. All he wanted was for Goldie to be a part of his family, and for the first time...it felt like it might happen. Despite Beakley’s objections, of course. He shuffled over and grabbed one of Goldie’s hands.
“Are you staying long?” he asked hopefully, but trying not to sound too desperate.
She glanced at him and sighed. “No, I don’t think so.” She pulled her hand away from his and placed it against his cheek instead. “Meet the family, you said. Not have dinner with the family or move in with you, right?” She gave him a few little pats.
Scrooge smiled even though he would’ve loved for her to stay longer. “Right. Whatever you’re comfortable with, Dear.”
The little domestic nickname made her heart flutter, and Goldie had to look away from him to avoid blushing. Fortunately, it was at that moment that Dewey was dragging the twins into the foyer behind him.
“What’s so impor-....oh!” Della paused as she looked up, Donald stepping up next to her a moment later.
They both looked at each other and then back at their guest. “Hi Aunt Goldie,” they said in unison.
“Donnie. Fly Girl,” Goldie responded, giving them each a curt nod. “Glad to see you’re both in one piece.”
Della elbowed Donald in the chest. “How come you didn’t tell me this was still a thing?”
He coughed and put a hand over his injured sternum. “I didn’t think you cared?”
“I dunno, I’m kind of mixed on it,” Della said with a shrug. “But I like to stay updated!”
They bickered for a minute and Goldie felt a bit awkward - she didn’t know Donald or Della very well and couldn’t understand a single thing Donald said. She assumed everyone else could understand him perfectly and didn’t want to be the odd one out, so she opted to look back at Scrooge again.
He was staring at her. This whole visit he’d just been staring at her. She did what he asked! She stopped by! She spoke to his whole family! Why did he still look like he wanted something?
Finally he looked away from her, seeing that most of the rest of the family was talking to Della about adventures they knew about involving Goldie. He looked back at her and smiled.
“...Scroogey, just ask me what you want to ask me.” She swiped a hand through her ponytail and sighed. “I’ll die of old age if I’m stuck waiting for you to spit it out.”
He took a deep breath and reached out to grab both of her hands this time.
“I want you...to meet my parents.”
#scroldie#goldie o'gilt#scrooge mcduck#bentina beakley#webbigail vanderquack#webby vanderquack#louie duck#ducktales#fic#fics#i like how this one came out#huey duck#dewey duck#della duck#donald duck#lena de spell#violet sabrewing#long post#scheme team
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Season 2: Secrets revealed Logan Anker: Old wounds and worries
Master list book 1
The wounds of the past can hurt. Not just you but your surroundings. No wonder we keep those secret to protect them... or is it ourselves we are protecting mort that way?
Waiting until the end of patrol was torture.
Logan didn’t like talking about the past. At all. He had trouble talking about Hannah and Caleb in any capacity to Virgil, or Patton, or Thomas or even Picani. And the Collector… Logan wanted to forget about him. But he couldn’t. If he was honest, that man showed up in his nightmares to this day. And he likely would keep showing up until he was behind bars. Patton and Thomas did their best to comfort him. A gesture he appreciated even though it wasn’t very effective. Finally Prince arrived. The young hero took in the atmosphere in the room and was clearly annoyed. “Listen, I promise I was safe. But I could’ve been in the middle of talking someone out of making a bad decision at the time. You can’t just shout in my ear out of nowhere. That was dangerous and frankly, I expect you to be more levelheaded BS. Anny other night and Logan would have insisted Prince gave him a detailed debrief on what exactly was so important that he couldn’t even let them know he was okay. But today… “That isn’t what this is about Prince. Take a seat,” Thomas instructed. Giving Logan a moment more to collect his thoughts. “Ok…” Prince said as he sat down, Looking around confused. Logan took a last moment to calm himself before he started his story with an apology. “Prince. I must offer you my sincere apologies. I didn’t want to tell you this right away, and maybe I should have.” Had his decision really been about allowing Prince to live his dream before burdening him? Was withholding the truth for Prince’s benefit? Or his own? “You shouldn’t have gone out without knowing the risks… We talked a little about nemeses during your training.” Prince nodded. Clearly still confused. “Yeah, but I doubt I’ve done anything that warrants one yet. Those come later in a career unless…” Prince paused, frowning. “But you were a villain. Any nemeses you had would be heroes… Right?” Prince was a good student indeed. He’d realized that Logan was telling him he was about to inherit his mentor’s past. And he had a good point. A nemeses of Logan would be on the side of the heroes. “Technically, the collector isn’t my nemesis. At least not in the traditional sense,” he agreed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Ever since he stopped using his powers, high stress situations got him small headaches that got worse over time. “I’ll start from the beginning,” he said, thinking back to a time he’d erase from his life all together if he could. “I became a villain because I needed the money and fast. Plain and simple. Any legal means were insufficient, so I made a name for myself and eventually, when I said ‘give me 10.000 dollars or I destroy this building,’ people handed me the money because they knew I very easily could make good on my threats. I always picked an amount they could easily provide without harming the business or individual too much financially. One day I found myself running from the police force. I had misjudged the time it would take them to arrive,” he had gotten arrogant with success. “And I got helped by a stranger in a haphazardly put together disguise. When we lost them and caught our breath, he introduced himself as ‘the collector’. I fairly quickly understood him to be a fanboy of sorts. He was a big fan of my ‘work’, though he misunderstood the intention entirely. Not that I could get him to understand that.” Everything he said that didn’t fit Collector’s narrative was ignored or dismissed. “He thought I was taking the money as proof that I was superior or something like that. I didn’t listen too closely to his speech at the time. I was concerned with getting away. He said he wanted to help me. Gifted were still considered fairly new. Nowadays most people alive have lived most of their lives in a world with gifted.” The first super powered individuals had appeared around the time Logan was born. “But back then, most of the population still saw it as strange and there weren’t any real initiatives to help train the powers. So the gifted that were around often were untrained and had their powers act up without warning. Which could be quite destructive.” Logan recalled the park bench and every instance of loss of control after that, all the way up to a wine glass in a restaurant less than a year ago. He looked at his pupil to make sure he hadn’t lost his attention. The wide, attentive, green eyes and firm nod told him he still had an audience. “Anyway, the collector thought that people should respect and celebrate our existence. He compared the stigmas we faced to those of people of color, or the LGBTQ+ community, then still called the Gay or Queer community. He said it very nicely, it almost sounded reasonable, if you ignored the slight notes of supremacy. And if I had been trying to ‘stick it to the man’ as they say, I might have been tempted. But I just wanted…” to pay form my sisters treatment and my research for a cure. “I was selfish in my actions and therefore not interested in his big revolution, which turned out to be a good thing in some ways.” He didn’t want to even imagine the kind of person he’d be then. He wouldn’t have Patton that was for sure. And Virgil… No. He was glad Virgil was kept away from that madness. And he intended to keep it that way. “I told him I wasn’t interested in leading any resistance, thanked him for the assistance and left. Shortly after this, I encountered Manifestor for the first time. He blessed one of the people in the building with super speed.” Said gifted was now one of the heroes patrolling the city. He was actually one of the heroes who’s territory Prince shared. Thomas hadn’t gotten the hang of permanent and temporary power boosts yet at the time. It was always a game of chance. Thomas chuckled. “I remember. I was so pleased that it worked.” Pleased was one word for it. “You were insufferably delighted, even though I defeated your champion.” While he and StarBucker were amicable nowadays, at the time, Logan had been thoroughly annoyed at the inconvenience. But thinking back to Thomas’ triumphant smile he could not quite help his own amusement. “You did retreat though,” Thomas pointed out. “I stalled you long enough to make you give up that mark and head out. So it was a win for me.” Logan let out a sigh, he couldn’t argue with that, but they were getting of topic. “I saw the Collector a few more times after that, though I managed to avoid conversation. One day, during a stalemate with Manifestor, he asked me about him. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d been approached about his plans. He had actually advanced them. He was now not only collecting gifted, but also individuals worthy of a gift. Be it they joined him out of free will, or got persuaded through different means.” Blackmail, intimidation, manipulation. Those were the collector’s tools. “And he wanted me to ‘grant them that blessing’,” Thomas added uneasy. Logan patted his old friend on the back in support. A conversation with the collector had never been a fun experience for either of them. “Manifestor had enlisted the help of others to free some of his victims,” Logan continued. “The Collector claimed I was championing his cause. I assured Manifestor that I had no intention of assisting in his plans. That is about the time Manifestor started winning me over to redemption.” He thought back to those times with a bittersweet feeling. He’d been so excited by the idea. A nice place for him and Hannah to live. A good job that would let him take care of her and have her be proud of him. Things hadn’t gone quite how he’d wanted, but at the same time, one thing had gone better than he could ever have imagined. “Next time I spotted Collector, I told him in the plainest possible terms that I was not interested…” It should have been a firm ending to this story. Or so he had thought. That was naïve of him, he now knew that. Obsession and fanaticism don’t disappear just because one piece of that craziness did not cooperate. He’d been arrogant once again. Thinking too highly of himself. It took him a moment to continue. “He assured me I would be…” He suppressed a shiver as he recalled the polite, almost pleasant way he’d spoken. Sort of soothing. As if Logan had merely been a child afraid to go in the swimming pool and Collector was indulging him for the moment. “I haven’t seen him since, but that promise… I don’t know what exactly he has been up to in the past 14 years. But one can only imagine how someone like that matures... Or what he has planned for me when he finds me.” Or much more importantly, his loved ones. Thomas, Patton, Virgil, the Bullards who despite the current situation were still family to him, and Prince too if he was completely honest. There was no telling what Logan would do if any of them… Not now. “Prince, the collector will not consider you his enemy. But he is yours. Anyone who meets his criteria of ‘worthy’, is at risk. And he does not take no for an answer.” The words had barely settled in the room or Prince shot up panicked. “Phantom!” he exclaimed. “Phantom might be in danger! What if someone on the chief’s team passes on information to Him? Or what if he has connections to these crime organizations!? I’ve got to go out now and find him…” Prince was clearly about to head out again right away. Admirable, but not very prudent given the circumstances. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow you can try again. Even if you find him, you are not in the right state of mind to deliver this kind of news delicately.” Prince paused, clearly contemplating his words. Seeing, or feeling, an opening, Patton added his two cents. “You’ve done great today sport! You just go home and sleep on what you’ve learned. Tomorrow night there is another patrol and you might run into him then.” And to make the set complete, Thomas finished: “I’m glad you are so eager to meet this young hero Prince. Just know that there is no pressure. They’ve been evading unwanted contact for almost a year now. It is okay if you don’t find them right away. And we’ll give you the support you need.” Prince clearly did not like it but he conceded. “Can I ask a favor though? Can I bring him some of that dye and a modulator? I doubt he’ll have a very sophisticated disguise if he’s on his own. It could be a sign of comradery?” he explained awkwardly. Logan nodded. It made sense, and it wouldn’t take him long. He led Prince through a few doors to his lab. Once he got to his desk he put his family picture down. It was a digital picture frame that played an album of family pictures once the camera registered his face in front of the desk. Even if Prince didn’t look at it on purpose he might catch a glance of Virgil, Patton or him in passing. And Prince was a curious person. His territory included Logan’s new neighborhood, he might see Virgil on one of his runs while he was on patrol. Or see any of them in passing. For Prince’s safety and that of Logan’s family, he wouldn’t take risks. He handed Prince a black hairdye stick. Fitting for a gifted who relied on stealth. He picked up a dark purple modulator, the darkest color he had and plugged it in to program it. Prince clearly had an idea of how Phantom’s voice should sound. “Could you make it so it’s like, deepened by an octave and doubled? With an echo effect?” Logan nodded. It fit the moniker Phantom was given, that was for certain. “Thank you. This should help a lot,” Prince grinned as he took the modulator. “I shall be heading home now,” he bid before leaving the lab, followed by Logan who watched him get in the elevator to leave the facility. Logan let out a relieved sigh. “Come on. Let’s go home and see Virgil,” Patton said gently, knowing what Logan needed right now. Logan smiled gratefully and as they headed up, he handed Patton the keys. He didn’t feel clear of mind enough to handle driving tonight. He let Virgil know they were on their way so he would know to expect them. Otherwise he might think they were burglars.
When they got home they found Virgil on the couch with his headphones on. He looked up and smiled as he spotted them. “Welcome back. I gotta ask though. Who’s your fourth guy?” he asked playfully. Logan blinked confused. “What do you mean?” “For your poker nights,” Virgil joked. Patton giggled at Logan’s side, taking the lead. “No cardgames I’m afraid kiddo. We’ll tell you about the project once it’s finished. It’s all confidential for now I’m afraid,” he said. Virgil cocked his head and studied Patton for a moment, then he shrugged. “Okay, Keep your secrets,” he sighed as he stretched and got up. “Night Pat, night Lo,” he said casually as he headed to the door. Logan cringed a little at that. Lately his son, on occasion, used his surname. He was assured by Picani that this was in no way a reflection of Virgil’s affection for Logan as a father. He had no less than 3 fathers now. Him, Patton and an unknown biological father. To differentiate between the three he likely used surnames in his head. Which may slip out verbally on occasion. Even knowing that, it stung a little. “Goodnight Virgil, I love you,” Logan replied, trying not to show his inner discourse. Virgil paused in the door and looked back with a smile. “Love you to dad.” And just like that the tightening in his chest loosened. “Love you three kiddo!” Patton added. “Love ya Pat,” Virgil snickered before disappearing to his room. Logan kept staring at the door for a moment. Patton hugged him from the side. “What do you say I make us a nightcap before bed?” he suggested. Logan nodded. “That would be pleasant,” he told him.
The next morning, Logan woke up to hearing Virgil move about and singing to himself downstairs. That boy never sleeps in. He let out a yawn and stretched, feeling Patton curl into his chest. “Do you regret moving in with us yet?” he teased. “Never,” Patton muttered sleepily. “I smell bacon,” he hummed. “First awake makes breakfast in the weekend. It’s a tradition we have. He was ten the first time I found him trying to fix me breakfast in bed,” Logan recalled fondly. “He made a mess, but it was really sweet. He was following all my rules. He didn’t touch the knives or the stove without me there, which of course limited his options. I helped him make breakfast the that day. After that I made sure to lay some things ready for him on Friday and Saturday nights in case he tried again. Which he did.” “That is adorable,” Patton squealed with a kiss to Logan’s cheek. “Let’s see what our son has in store for us today,” Logan suggested as he got up. He waked to the closet to select some clothes for the day. He felt Patton’s eyes on his back and turned around. “Everything alright Patton?” Patton bit his lip. “It’s just… Our son. I really like the sound of that,” he explained. Logan nodded. “I do too.” Patton bit his lip. “I was thinking of maybe looking into… what it would take for me to adopt him? Make it official?” he suggested. Logan’s heart skipped a beat. Patton had mentioned adopting Virgil in a burst of emotion before. But it seemed like he meant it. He knew that it would mean the world to both him and Virgil to have Patton be an official part of their family. “That would be excellent Patton,” he told him sincerely. Patton’s face lit up at that. “Would you help me figure it out? I want to know what steps I have to take.” Logan walked back to the bed and sat himself next to Patton, taking hold of both his hands. “It would be my greatest pleasure,” he told him gently. Patton’s shoulders relaxed, his gaze still thoughtful, and then he let out a giggle. “May I inquire where your mind has taken you now?” Logan wondered fondly. “It’s just. Look at me being practical. You have rubbed off on me,” he scolded playfully. “Well if it helps, you have changed me too. For the better that is,” Logan assured him with a kiss to his forehead. “Now get downstairs before our breakfast gets cold.”
Breakfast was pleasant. Virgil rolled his eyes and teased them with how ‘cute’ they were being this morning. Logan responded by giving Patton an extra kiss to his cheek. And then Thomas picked Virgil up for their trip to the zoo. Logan and Patton distracted themselves by preparing classes for the next week, answering email and spending some quality time together. Logan had told Thomas that he could tell Virgil about his teenage years. If the topic of parents and siblings came up, he could mention what he knew. Logan knew that he was risking moving up his time table. But part of him hoped he’d be forced to tell Virgil everything tonight. He should have told him long ago. But he kept finding excuses to postpone. He had still not decided whether he’d talk about BrainStorm or not. “I’m home!” Virgil called all of a sudden. Logan glanced up from his book. Time had flown by. Patton was almost done with diner after which they had to leave for Prince’s next patrol. Logan was torn on that subject too. On one hand he knew the young hero wouldn’t need constant supervision for much longer. But on the other, he’d worry about Prince the whole evening if he didn’t personally keep an eye on him. “Dad!” Virgil grinned brightly as he gave him a hug. Effectively ending his inner turmoil. “Virgil? Not that I do not appreciate you seem excited to see me. But is there a particular reason?” he wondered. Virgil let go and stepped back. Logan absentmindedly took note of the fact that the height difference between them was almost gone. Would he outgrow him? Caleb had been a little taller than him. “Uncle Thomas told me about your teen years. I didn’t know you were on the debate team!” he grinned excitedly. Logan was a little flattered that this little bit of information seemed to mean so much to his son. “Well, yes. It was a bit of a hobby of mine, as well as an attempt to get better at socializing,” he confessed. Virgil’s eyes sparked at that. “You were a socially awkward nerd,” he chuckled. Logan frowned at that. “Hey, that’s a complement. I’m a socially awkward artsy kid. Sounds like I’m your son after all,” he chuckled happily. “Speaking off. Uncle Thomas told me you wrote poetry back in the day.” “Really?” Patton exclaimed from the kitchen. Logan was flushing bright red. “I… Experimenting with different forms of self-expression is a natural part of discovering one’s identity as a teenager. It was a phase. I would like to forget about it,” he said stiffly. “Aw, but poetry is so romantic,” Patton pouted. Logan made a mental note of that. Just because he didn’t write anymore didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy reading it from time to time. There was something soothing in the format and he knew of a few poems Patton may enjoy. As far as Virgil was concerned though, poetry was firmly in his past. “That’s too bad. I thought I could maybe make a project around your old work for art class,” Virgil said disappointedly. Oh, that was not fair. “I’ll see if I still have one of my old notebooks,” he allowed. “Just ask my consent before you pick one.” And before he knew it he was once again hugged tightly by his son. “Thanks dad. You won’t regret it. I promise.” Virgil’s excitement was worth any embarrassment that his pubescent ramblings may cause. During dinner Virgil told them about the trip to the zoo and the many sketches he’d made. He also informed them that his session with Picani had gone well. After dinner Virgil bid both of them goodnight in case he’d be asleep when they got back from the university. Patton was smiling the whole way there. “What is on your mind?” Logan wondered. “Did you ever write something for a crush?” Patton asked giddily. He had sort of expected this. “I… Didn’t really have a romantic interest in high school. Thomas was the only person my age I got close to. I was… Well you know what I was going through back then. Between my mother and school… All I had on romance was rather resentful or, once Hannah introduced Caleb to me, from the eye of an observer. Perhaps I can find one of the latter. It might be nice for Virgil to use something inspired by his parents as a base for whatever project he is working on,” he mused. “That sounds like a lovely idea,” Patton agreed.
Half an hour later, Logan was pacing the floor. Prince should’ve called in ten minutes ago. He might just be late, but… Then a beep announced that Prince’s communicator went active. Logan rushed to the comstation. “DreamPrince you are late. What is yours status?” Had he ran into trouble? Was he hiding? Or had he simply forgotten about his com until now? “I am currently debriefing Phantom. I’ll let you know when I’m done here. Tell chief I’ll stop by with a package,” he informed them swiftly. “Radio silence until further notice.” And just like that, the line went silent once again. “He has him…” Logan muttered. Almost in disbelieve. “Oh thank goodness,” Thomas breathed in relief. They’d all be worried about the child out on their own. But it seemed like they were quite a few steps ahead of Collector. An advantage they sorely needed.
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Our own Christmas movie
Fandom: Stray Kids
Sickie: Seungmin
Caregiver: Hyunjin
Seungmin’s POV.:
This year we were going to celebrate the first Christmas together since Hyunjin and I had gotten together. In fact, all Stray Kids were going to celebrate together. Since it was difficult for some to travel home to their families, we had decided against leaving anyone behind and instead stayed at the dorm together. In order to spend some romantic time together, Hyunjin and I had planned to go for a long walk around the neighborhood on Christmas morning. We wanted to look at all the pretty lights and decorations, holding each other’s hand and just be a sappy couple for once. It being Christmas Eve, Chan and Felix were preparing dinner with the help of Minho and Changbin. We let them choose a meal they usually eat when at home with their families in hopes it would help them with their homesickness. The rest of us stayed clear of the kitchen. As we were unfamiliar with what they were planning to cook we weren’t of much help and knowing how chaotic it is when Stay Kids cook it was probably better the less people were hanging around the cramped kitchen. I had been nursing a bit of a headache for most of the day, so I sought the quiet of my room to rest a bit before the others were calling for either dinner or fun group activities.
Hyunjin’s POV.:
I had been hanging out with Jisung and Jeongin in the living room, listening to the bickering in the kitchen. Though the bickering was difficult to hear over Jisung’s ridiculously loud performance of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas”. While singing, the squirrel boy pair danced with Jeongin, pulling funny faces to mock cheesy k-drama couples. Speaking of couples, I haven’t seen my boyfriend in quite a while now. Seungmin had been rather quiet all day, which made me kind of sad because I expected a little more excitement on our first Christmas together. Since I hadn’t noticed him leaving the dorm, I guessed the younger was hiding away in our shared room. Frowning, I made my way to our room, determined to drag my boyfriend out to socialize. I don’t want to sit there all alone when everyone else is having fun. I knew, I probably should be more worried about Seungmin but him avoiding me did hurt a bit. This wasn’t what I imagined my first Christmas in a relationship would be like.
I also didn’t expect to find my boyfriend curled up on top of my sheets, cuddling with a hoodie I had left lying around somewhere. I silently closed the door behind me and approached the bed tiptoeing to not wake the seemingly asleep boy. Only upon closer inspection did I notice the tense look on Seungmin’s face. Nobody looks that tense when they sleep. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I carefully brushed the hair out of his face to get a better look, when he tiredly blinked up at me. “Hey puppy, I was looking for you. You had suddenly disappeared and I was lonely”, I pouted. “Hmm, sorry babe”, he hummed as he sat up, scrubbing his hands over his face, “They were just so loud.” – “Is everything ok? You’re usually just as loud”, I frowned, shifting a bit, so I was sitting right next to my boyfriend, and nudging his head to rest on my shoulder. Not receiving a reply, I assumed the younger had fallen asleep on me and looked down to confirm. Apparently, he wasn’t asleep, as his eyes were only half closed, mouth hanging slightly open. I studied Seungmin’s face in confusion, before he quickly twisted to the other side, startling me with a sneeze. He sniffled a bit before laying his head back onto my shoulder. “Sorry”, he hummed, closing his eyes, “I’ve just had a headache for the last few hours.” I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, giving him a gentle comforting squeeze. “I hoped it would go away if I just rest a bit, so I can have fun with everyone later”, he mumbled quietly, but I was still able to pit up on the slight waver in his voice. “It’s ok, sweetie. I can just fetch you some painkillers, alright?”, I shushed.
After Seungmin had given me a small nod as confirmation, I went to the bathroom to fetch him some medicine. When I went to the kitchen to also collect a bottle of water, I informed Chan about the situation but assured the leader that I had it handled for now. Seungmin was my boyfriend after all. I snuck back into our room, which was only dimly illuminated by some Christmas lights we had put up. They were enough however, to make the tear streaks on my lovely baby’s face visible. Quickly dropping the water and medicine onto the nightstand, I wrapped my boyfriend in a tight embrace. Being this close, I could feel every hitch of his chest, as Seungmin tried to keep from sobbing. “Feeling this bad, Minnie?”, I whispered sadly, petting his disheveled hair. To my surprise, he shook his head a little, clearing his throat before speaking up: “I-It’s just, this is not how I wanted my first Christmas with you to be like”, he confessed, voice hoarse from crying, “I wanted to have fun and be with you.” – “Well, you are with me now. Let’s get some medicine into you and then we’ll see about you having fun later”, I chuckled, handing him the pills, which he gratefully accepted and rinsed down with a few sips of water before cuddling back into me. However, I stopped him, almost causing more tears but I wanted Seungmin to rest properly, so I shifted into a lying position before opening my arms again.
Seeing the invitation, my boyfriend quickly snuggled up to me, resting his achy head on my chest and humming in satisfaction when I started to lightly scratch his scalp. “Jinnie”, he mumbled, absentmindedly tracing his finger in circles over my chest, “you should go to the others and have fun. I don’t want top ruin my boyfriend’s Christmas.” I tensed a bit, before resuming to scratch his scalp. “You know, all I need to make my Christmas perfect is you by my side. I’d much rather lay hear with you than fool around with the rest of the group. Let’s just rest till the medicine kicks in and then we can join them together”, I assured him and held him tight with one arm around his waist, not untangling the other hand from his hair.
Way too soon we needed to get up for dinner. “You holding up ok?”, I asked Seungmin, who nodded with a small smile, allowing me to help him up. With our hands intertwined, we joined the others at the dinner table. I had to admit, despite being a bit skeptical about not having a traditional Korean dish for a Christmas meal, I was amazed by my member’s cooking. Don’t get me wrong, I totally trust my members, just not in the kitchen. I knew, my boyfriend liked the meal as well, because he was actually eating, despite claiming he had no appetite. I watched him wince a little from time to time, whenever the volume in the room rose too far. I made sure to gently squeeze his thigh every time and when the bickering got really out of hand, I spoke up for them to tone it down a bit, which earned me a grateful smile from the boy next to me. Seungmin himself barely spoke at all. His voice was still as hoarse as it was when he cried earlier and he kept clearing his throat.
After our meal, we played a few different boardgames as a group, before we split up into smaller groups, some watching movies, some going for a late-night walk and some disappearing to who knows where. I excused us, leading Seungmin back to our room. Despite him trying to put on a smile, which fooled everyone but me, I could still see the dullness in his eyes. Tonight, we’d have the room to ourselves, because Minho would be staying over in Jisung’s room from where Jeongin would move to Chan’s room. Dropping down onto his own bed, my boyfriend gave a rough cough, which he had been trying to suppress by clearing his throat for who knows how long. I went to my closet, pulling out one of my largest sweaters, knowing how much the younger loved stealing my clothes. “Come on, let’s go to bed, baby”, I smiled, handing Seungmin the sweater before getting changed myself. “Jinnie, you don’t have to go to bed this early on Christmas Eve because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on all the fun”, he sounded so guilty, it almost brought me to tears. “Fun? You mean watching Minsung make-out on the couch? No thanks. Jisung said it quite accurately earlier: All I want for Christmas is Yoouuuu”, I imitated my dongsaeng, “Besides, I want Christmas cuddles”, I whined, dramatically plopping onto my bed.
Chuckling at my antics, Seungmin got changed before slipping under the blanket, I lifted up for him. I was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, so when he put his head onto my chest like he had done earlier, I could now feel the fever he was obviously running. “Minnie, you’re running a fever. Do you feel worse than earlier?”, I whispered, adjusting the blanket around us. He only shrugged, nuzzling into my chest. Our plan to just go to sleep like this sadly didn’t work out as easily. Seungmin kept coughing, from the moment we lay down flat, so after an hour of trying to relax and fall asleep together, I found myself sitting up against the headboard, rubbing my boyfriend’s back, to comfort him through his latest fit. How he could go from seemingly fine this morning to where he is now is a mystery to me. I was glad, the coughing was less frequent, now that I was supporting him in a more upright position, so I hoped we would be able to sleep now. We weren’t. Seungmin kept shifting and squirming, in an attempt to get comfortable. “Sorry”, my boyfriend rasped, “I’m just so achy.” – “It’s okay, love. That better?”, I asked, shifting my own position slightly. “Mhm, thanks”, he muttered, snuggling into me and closing his eyes.
However, the fever still made him restless, only allowing him to sleep fitfully in twenty-minute intervals. I had basically been awake all night. Around five in the morning, Seungmin had finally managed to drift into a deeper slumber but me being used to getting up around that time, I had completely given up on sleeping. At six, when I was confident the sick boy on my chest would stay asleep even if I wiggled my way out underneath him, I snuck out of bed and grabbed some clothes. I got ready and dressed in the bathroom before putting on a thick coat and boots. Seungmin would most likely be upset if I didn’t take him on our walk we had planned but no way would I let him leave the dorm in the condition he’s currently in. Having some time to spare anyways, I made use of the fact that it was still dark outside and the streets were illuminated by the colorful decorated houses. This was just another occasion on which I was glad that my phone camera had no problems with darkness. We had already had a certain route in mind, so I walked exactly where we had wanted to go, filming the entire time, sometimes stopping to zoom in on small details that I found important to show. When I arrived back at the dorm, everyone except for my boyfriend was already awake and waiting impatiently for Seungmin to wake up, so everyone could open their presents. “Guys, I really think you should just go ahead and open them without us. Minnie is pretty sick and only really fell asleep around five”, I explained, while shrugging out of my snowy coat. The boys seemed conflicted about leaving their friend behind, Chan was mostly just worried. I assured them again that it would be fine but that I’d be with my boyfriend now and probably for the rest of the day. After having a quick bite to eat, I went back to my room, where I found my boyfriend knocked out in my bed, wearing my sweater. I had to suppress a squeal at how adorable he looked, before I set up my laptop as quietly as I could. Via Bluetooth, I sent the video onto my laptop because the details would show better on a bigger screen.
When I had everything set up, I went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of Seungmin’s favorite tea. Taking the teapot and a cup back to my room, I already heard weak coughs from where I was standing in the hallway. I entered the room and set the tea down on the nightstand. My boyfriend was still half-asleep, the poor boy had woken himself up coughing. I gently helped him sit up and rubbed his back till he caught his breath again. “Good morning and merry Christmas, love”, I smiled. “Hhhmm, merry Christmas. Love you, Jinnie”, he yawned. When Seungmin had woken up properly, I handed him a cup of tea before settling in next to him with my laptop on my legs. “You know, since there is no way you are getting out of this bed today, I went for a walk and videotaped the entire decoration we wanted to view”, I explained, opening the file. “Oh my god”, Seungmin sighed hoarsely, taking a few sips of his tea, “You really are the best boyfriend I could have ended up with.” We watched the video with our hands intertwined and my boyfriend’s head on my shoulder. To say I was proud of the smile I had brought to Seungmin’s tired face would be an understatement. To say I was in love was an understatement as well.
About two hours later, I received a text from Chan. Apparently, the others had managed to refrain from opening their presents and were now asking if Seungmin was awake and if they could come to our room. I replied with yes and soon the entire group was gathered in our room, on the two empty beds and the floor. Seungmin’s presents were piled on the foot of the bed, similar to the Harry Potter movies and despite still feeling a lot worse than he would let on, he was having a good time. The rest of our day consisted mostly of napping and listening to music, which I had no problem with at all, since I had slept even less than Seungmin. However, in no way did I mind losing sleep if it meant being there for and with my boyfriend. I just hoped he’d have a better Christmas next year. If everything goes as planned, I’ll be by his side for so many more Christmases to come, that I can make sure of it.
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This is my first story here so I’m sorry , , , it might be bad .
I’m aspiring to be a writer / advance my writing more . I am willing for some tips if anyone wants to give any or even if you want to say anything , I will definitely take it !
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Ever since that day , he’s always been full of apathy . Very few things interested him or gave him joy in this world . Though one person in general gave him joy when they were around . Bruno Buccellati . He loved everything about him ; his soft black hair , beautiful blue eyes that shined when he was excited about something , he just found everything about him perfect .
On some days he felt like Buccellati was the only one who accepted him . Sure , Abbacchio was usually rude to the other gang members or simply told them off most of the time . To him they were . . . annoying . Certain days he could tolerate them , others he could not . Buccellati knew about his past and what he had gone through , he helped to pull him out of the darkest time in his life , however he still suffered with the regret of what he could have prevented .
So there he was , having a more rough time today than usual . He sat on the floor in his bedroom taking swigs out of bottles of alcohol , ranging from wine to straight vodka . If he drank any more he for sure would end up even more shit-faced . A knock sounded through his room . At first he didn’t answer , he could barely think straight never mind trying to stand to get to the door . Then another knock . Now he knew it actually happened .
The silver haired male let out a groan of annoyance , standing up to walk to the door . He pulled it open slightly to reveal a rather worried Bruno . It was obvious . The way his eyebrows furrowed and his usual bright smile was a frown . Words weren’t exchanged and he knew that Bruno was aware of what was happening and how disappointed he was . Leone has told him he stopped drinking and was getting over it when in fact he wasn’t , if anything he was getting worse .
“ Abbacchio . . . ” Bruno spoke in a quiet tone , not wanting to immediately jump into it .
“ I don’t want to hear it , ” was all Leone said in a reply , his eyes looked everywhere but at the man in front of him knowing damn well that the pained look in the other’s eyes would send him over the edge . No way in hell would he let him see him cry . He looked up to Bruno in many ways , secretly wishing he could be like him . So polite to everyone , always willing to help people , never wanting to hurt anyone , and being one of the most trustworthy people that he knows .
Buccellati sighed , placing a hand on his shoulder , “ Leone . ”
He flinched , not only at the sudden touch but also that he used his first name . That always meant he was in for some sort of scolding or something . Looking at the ground he closed his eyes , holding back the tears threatening to spill .
“ Let me in . ”
He wouldn’t .
“ Abbacchio . ”
Still wouldn’t .
Bruno took manners into his own hands by pushing the door open himself . The sight pained him . Liquor bottles littered all over the floor , small stains on the floor where he spilled some , stuff broken and knocked over from his drunken states . To say that Abbacchio is embarrassed was an understatement . He tried to prevent this . He didn’t want to worry him with his problems when he has his own .
Buccellati closed the door behind them for privacy and led the other towards his own bed so they could talk .
“ Do you want to talk ? ” The ravenette asked , rubbing small circles on Abbacchio’s back in an attempt to comfort him and ease him .
There was a moment of hesitation . Debating on whether or not to speak , after a moment he did .
“ I don’t know how to word this properly . I don’t want to seem full of myself or anything of the such . My mental state lately . . . I just think I’m getting worse . I can’t stop replaying that day in my head and I don’t know why . ”
Bruno nodded along , sometimes giving the occasional ‘ hm ‘ in response so he knows that he is still listening , all the while still rubbing circles in the small of his back .
“ I shouldn’t have lied to you . I felt like shit when I did but I didn’t want to worry you but I’m sure that now you probably are . I just didn’t want to worry you with my issues when you have your own . ”
“ Leone , you know that I would help you and support you to the very end . I have told you many times that I would always be there for comfort when you need it , did I not ? ”
“ You did . ”
“ I will help you . I promise I will , ” he said while holding his hand over his heart in a vow , “ I will never leave your side . This will be a struggle but I want you to get better . I don’t want you to struggle through this on your own , I will be right there behind you to support you . I’ll be your shoulder to cry on and whatever else that you may need . Will you accept my support ? ”
“ . . . Yes , of course I will , ” Leone said with a sob . He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and just let them out .
Being the comforting person that Bruno is , he took the silver haired male into his arms for a full embrace . He didn’t care about the tears that may get on his clothes . He didn’t care about the makeup stains that may get on his clothes . The only thing he cared about was the person in front of him . The person he cared about more than anyone . The one who desperately needed his comfort and trust .
The crying only upset Abbacchio’s stomach , quickly , he stood up and ran to the bathroom that was connected to his room , letting everything that was once in his stomach out in the toilet . Of course Buccellati wasn’t that far behind . He stood behind him holding his hair back , lucky for him he had a hair elastic around his wrist which he used to tie the silver hair into a ponytail .
“ I’ll be right back amore , ” was what he quietly said to the other still lingering over the toilet . He walked towards the other’s closet and grabbing one of his old band shirts , specifically a Moody Blues shirt , and grabbing a pair of shorts . He heard the sounds coming from the bathroom and he wished he could do more for him . Once he returned to the bathroom he handed the other the clothes .
“ Here , you should change into something more light and comfortable , ” his tone was soft , not his normal hard tone he used when they were on missions or talking in a serious matter , “ I’ll go get you some water and pills to help with your headache that I’m sure you have or will have . ”
Abbacchio gave him a nod , fearing that if he opened his mouth that he would vomit once again .
Bruno hurried around the place as quickly , and quietly , as he could without waking the others . It took only a few minutes for him to go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water and back to the bathroom for pills to reduce pain and vomiting . Making his way back to Abbbacchio’s room .
Slowly he opened the door to his room and went back to the bathroom where Leone stayed over the toilet , still in his other clothes .
“ I have your water and pills . Do you want help changing ? ”
“ N - No . I’m fine , ” he stood up from the toilet and almost fell back down from standing up to fast . Bruno helped support him by grabbing his waist in case he did fall .
“ Let me help you – ”
“ I don’t need it . ”
“ You do . ”
“ I don’t . ”
“ Please . . . ”
He couldn’t refuse now so he just nodded . Bruno’s fingers made their way up to undo the strings on Leone’s top , allowing it to pool around him on the floor . He handed the other his shirt he picked out , “ I just grabbed something that looked comfortable . I – I’ll uh . . . let you change your pants , ” he looked away and held a hand over his mouth . He felt the heat rise to his cheeks and left the bathroom , moving to sit on the edge of his bed .
A few minutes later Leone came out from the bathroom taking his pills . He saw Bruno on his bed asleep . Letting out a chuckle he carefully picked up Bruno for a moment so he could move the blankets over him . A smile appeared on his black stained lips .
He was about to open the door to his room and move to lay on the couch when he felt Bruno grab his wrist and pull him onto the bed . The action made Abbacchio feel sick , even more then he already does , for a second . Next a pair of arms wrapped around his body and Bruno’s face found its way to Leone’s chest , burying his face . The short haired male mumbled something that the silver haired male was unable to hear .
“ hm ? ”
“ I . . . I love you . . . ” once again , heat rose to his face . Leone felt it through the fabric of his shirt , the sudden change of slight warmth to more warmth . At first he didn’t know what to say , of course it was like a dream come true . He loved Bruno . He has for a while .
“ I love you too . ” Abbacchio replied , now wrapping his arms around the other and placing a kiss to the top of his head . He noticed that he still had the barrettes in his hair . Naturally he took them out , care to not pull his hair . Letting out a satisfied hum , he twirled the soft black hair around his finger , closing his eyes . Bruno was fast asleep already . Leone laid there , playing with his hair until he fell asleep himself .
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She’s Electric (Number 5 x reader)
54A/N: wowowow so im not smart at all so hopefully i pulled the whole fake smart act because im pure clueless :))) hope yas enjoy :)) still havent posted the playlist of all the songs because my spotify has my full name and am not that commited for ppl to find this soo. and i also went a bit off like i hope this is what you want lmao.:)) stay fresh. (ok so you have powers in this and its more like portal jumping rather than spatial jumping so you like create holes and jump down ? if that makes sense(also if anyone gets the date hmu))
ASK: jellyxfulll:hi could you please do one where the reader is really smart, likes coffee and sarcasm (legit a carbon copy of him) like five and when he meets them he’s absolutely smitten ? i have a lot in common with him anD i wAnt to bE loVed bY mY fiCtionAl chAracteR
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Black coffee steamed in it’s mug as it sat out in the open, wind swirling it in different patterns. The swirls of steam looked like it was dancing a tango, as if the beat it was dancing too kept getting faster and faster until a sudden stop and the steam disappears, signifying the end of a dramatic dance.
Black ink stained up the side of your hand as you furiously wrote away, you just couldn’t get the equation right and you couldn’t use your powers, not yet. You were on the run from the commission as they wanted to use you for your powers, it was a valuable asset, time travel and dimension jumping, the Handler said it could open a whole new market for them but once you refused they came after you.
You’d got the equation wrong while you were running and you got stuck, you got stuck somewhere, an abandoned world that hadn’t been looked after. Years and years passed with you stuck in the wasteland of a world until the Handler came back but you couldn’t say no otherwise you’d die alone with no chance of seeing your loved ones again. So you became a killer to survive, you kept to yourself. In that world it was kill or be killed.
After years of service you thought you had the equation, endless nights of black coffee and sleep deprivation you thought you’d got it right. All you wanted to do is go and see your family again but next thing you knew you were 16 years old again and stuck in some random dimension but it was a start. You had removed any form of tracker the Handler had on you back in 1854 after completing your last mission.
During your time in the small town you’d managed to get a small job to rent a tiny one bedroom apartment, it wasn’t the best but it would do for the time being, until you get the maths right.
You let out an exasperated sigh, slamming your pen down on your scribble ridden page. It was a bright but nippy day meaning you could sit outside in peace and be uninterrupted. Griddy’s was always quiet on week days, the perfect time to go for a black coffee and just go over everything that’s happened, it’s good to do that sometimes, just to think and remember.
Reaching for your coffee, you underestimated the distance between the mug and your hand resulting in the mug falling. You open a portal under it so it falls right into your hand and take a sip, placing it down gently in it’s original place.
“How did you do that?” A boy was suddenly next to you, an excitable expression present on his face. He looked about the same age as you, but he had a look in his eyes, like he’d seen some things.
“What do you mean?” You ask, pretending to be confused, taking another sip of your coffee. You watched as he pulled the seat opposite to you out and sat down crossing his arms and legs simultaneously. He looked at you with a slight smirk.
“You’re y/n, aren’t you?” He leant back in his chair, scanning you up and down. “I’ve heard so much about you.” His eyes could tell 1000 stories but you could tell that he had no one to tell, no one would understand.
“huh, interesting, I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really know who you are.” You say matching his movements but making sure you can have easy access to some form of weapon of he attacks. For all you knew he could be part if the commission finally catching up to you.
“I’m Five, ex-commission.” You narrow your eyes at him as he sticks his hand out, you take a glance at his hand. You reach out but just before you meet his hand you grab the handle of your mug, bringing it to your lips. Fives hand drops and he lets out a breathy laugh, crossing his arms again.
“I would introduce myself but you seem to already know who I am so I guess there’s no need.” You give him a sickly sweet smile before taking another sip. You had heard a little bit about Five, he had a similar story to you,stuck in an apocalypse, ran away from the Commission to see his family and tried (and succeeded) to stop the apocalypse.
Five couldn’t believe his eyes when he first saw what you did with the mug, there was only one person who he had heard that could do that, y/n. Five had heard rumours upon rumours about y/n, an example of some is that she was the most deadly killer the commission had ever seen and the prettiest person the universe had ever seen, and Five couldn’t agree more. He couldn’t imagine you ever killing anybody, your hair loosely hung with strands tucked behind your ear. Five took in your soft features, the warmth of your eyes and the freckles that littered all over your face and arms, presumably from the years in the apocalypse.
“It’s rude to stare.” You tell Five, not even looking up from your writings. Out of the corner of your eye you see him shift uncomfortably, averting his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re still here but if you’re lying about being ex-commission and are here to try and kill me I think you should reconsider your options because we both know who will make it out alive.”
“I’m not lying about being ex-commission, I know what it’s like and I think I can help you with getting back.” Locking eyes with Five, you saw the sincerity in his eyes. He held out his hand, you think about the worst possible outcomes from this situation, you take his hand.
You had never travelled the way Five normally does, you just were not used to it. As soon you reached the desired destination your knees gave out and a wave of nausea washed over you. A retching sound made it’s way out of your body as you cover your mouth with shaking hands, as if that would stop you from being sick.
“How the fuck do you travel like that?” You almost shout at Five, staring at him from the floor, you didn’t even know where you were, you didn’t care. Another wave came over you again along with a banging headache. The one thing that you were grateful for in the Commission is that they let you travel how you wanted, the first time you had used a briefcase you could’t stop shaking and being sick which wasn’t the most efficient if you needed to complete a mission.
With a flash of blue Five was holding a glass of water crouched down next to you. “Here take this.” He held the glass closer to you.
“How is making me sick going to help me get home?” You say cautiously taking the glass from his hand. You sit up straight and try to take a deep breath in.
“Just show me your equations, I’ll see what I can do.”
Days turned into weeks, then weeks into months. The more time you spent with Five the more you began to forget about the equation. Truth be told, you got the right equation about 3 weeks into working on it with Five. After years of being alone you liked spending all this time with Five, you were both equally as emotionally deprived as each other, both in need of a friend who you could relate to.
Feelings for Five was also a newly developed emotion, the more time you spent with him the stronger these feelings got and all of his family could tell. You had met the Hargreeves on many occasions, often getting comments about how much you had made him come out of his shell since he stopped the apocalypse. But it’s not like you wouldn’t do couply things, if that was even a word, you would hold hands, cuddle and exchange compliments back and forth all the time. It was done so casually, as if you both didn’t know what to do with your feelings.
You were currently laid down with your head in Fives lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally twirling stands in his fingers. It was a summers day, natural light streamed through the open window, giving the room a natural glow.
“y/n,” He lightly taps your nose. “You’re really pretty.”
You smile, leaning into his touch. You knew you had to tell him at some point, about the equation, you just didn’t know how. Sighing, you sat up and faced Five, you noticed in the past months how his features had softened from the hard, brooding looks he used to give.
“Five, I’ve found the equation.”
“What?”
“I’ve found the equation.” You repeat with more force. “But I’m torn, I don’t know what to do.” You searched his face, trying to read the emotion. “I miss my family so much. But I don’t want to leave here, you’ve shown me theres so much in this timeline.” His face dropped.
Five didn’t want to sound selfish but he didn’t want you to leave, the past few months had been the best time of his life, he’d found someone who understands him. Y/N never questioned his coping mechanisms, you had actually made him accept his own past and move on with his life. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. Five eyes began to sting, he felt a wave of sadness but also anger, he felt himself getting warm, an uncontrollable range swept over, consuming any other emotion that was in it’s way.
“How long have you had it for.” Five had a quite voice, not looking you in the eyes.
“A few months.” You watch as Fives fist clenched. “Five I-” But he had cut you off.
“So you’ve just been leading me on.” Five eyes met yours. They weren’t the soft, welcoming eyes you had come to love, they were cold, hard and shut off, the only emotion you could see in his eyes was anger.
“What no, why would you-”
“Maybe you should just leave.” Your chest sank, Five let you go from his grip and stood up. He looked like the killer you had only heard about mere months ago, he didn’t look like your Five anymore. “Just go, y/n.”
So you did, no arguments, no questioning, you had gone. As soon as you left the room Five caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror but the reflection wasn’t him, it was the killer that he thought he’d left in the Commission, he was his clenched fists and cold eyes. He couldn’t believe he spoke to y/n like that, looking like this.
“Y/N!” He called out, he was in a cold panic. He kept calling your name out, traveling to your work, your house, all your favourite places but you weren’t there. Five had been told that you handed in your resignation at work and your flat was cleared, you had gone home.
Five didn’t know what to do with himself since you had left, he was constantly thinking about the what ifs, what if he acted differently, what if he didn’t snap. You had been gone from Fives timeline for almost a year, he didn’t have much to remember you by other than one picture that he had on his bed side table. The picture was taken by Allison of the two of you, you had both fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs, you looked so peaceful together as Five held you in his arms.
He fell in love with you in the time he had met you, the complexity of love confused him but he wanted to figure it out with you. He loved the way you talked, how you carried yourself, your smarts, your personality, everything. It was a cold night and Five wasn’t able to sleep, he just laid there staring at the ceiling. There was a strange noise, a noise he knew well, y/n.
“Hey Five.” You were breathless, it had taken you so long to find the right equation for the frequency of Fives timeline, to see him again.
Five couldn’t believe his eyes, you were really there. Without a second thought Five leapt out of his bed and crashed his lips to yours, he pulled away and tightly wrapped his arms around your frame.
“I’m so sorry y/n. I’ve missed you so much.” You couldn’t agree more, leaving was an impulse moment of anger, there was a gap in your heart that only Five could fill. “y/n, I love you so much.” He held your hands, his eyes were soft again, filled with love.
“I love you too.”
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Requested by @castletrash: I’m loving all your billy fics! Good Enough tore at my heartstrings. I’m so excited for season 2! If you’re taking requests- would be able to write something angsty where billy keeps missing important dates/anniversaries (maybe for work?) and the reader doesn’t feel important anymore? just give me angst pls thank u I appreciate u and your writing
Sorry it took so long! I hope this is angsty enough for you!
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You looked across the table and sighed. The restaurant was beautiful, with soft lighting and classical music playing in the background—the perfect kind of place for your anniversary. It had everything to make it the perfect romantic date: candles, music, excellent gourmet food, an intimate setting… Everything.
…except your date.
Billy was almost always late to your dates these days; what with Anvil getting more and more business, and him helping Frank get used to life as a civilian—he was busier than you had ever seen him. But he was always apologetic and tried to make it up to you, so you didn’t take it too hard. But you couldn’t help but be hurt by it. At first it wasn’t a big deal; Billy would show up 10 to 15 minutes late with apologies and while you were upset, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Then he graduated to straight up cancelling dates, which you had mixed feelings about. On one hand: it was a huge pain in the ass to have your plans changed and cancelled, but on the other hand: Billy’s way of making it up to you usually involved back spasms and orgasms so… He kind of made it easy to forgive him. Still, it wasn’t all make-up sex and cuddles. Sometimes things got… explosive.
“63 goddamn minutes,” you screamed, throwing another plate. Billy stood still, watching you destroy the dinner you’d slaved to make over an hour ago while he was busy at work. “You made me wait 63 goddamn minutes before you bothered to tell me you’d be late?!” You knocked a platter of food on the ground for emphasis.
Billy, for his part, was letting you have your meltdown; he knew you needed a minute to react; and if you couldn’t fall back on your anger, you’d probably cry. He hated that he made you feel this way. “It couldn’t wait,” he said for the 100th time, “I tried to call you, baby, but my phone broke during the job—”
“The job! That’s all you care about!” You screeched. “You pick Anvil over me every time, Billy! Every time! I’m sick of it,” you could no longer keep the tears at bay, so you spoke through the tears, “You love Anvil more than you love me!”
Billy was in front of you in a second, grabbing your shoulders and staring down at you with wide, dark eyes. They gleamed with emotion as you looked up into them. “Don’t…” His voice broke. “Don’t ever say that again. I love you more than anything, Y/N, more than life itself. I love you so much.” Carefully, he wiped a tear from your cheek. “I know it doesn’t feel like that right now, and that’s my fault, but it’s true, I love you so much, Y/N. Please, don’t… Please don’t say that again.”
You sniffled, and Billy’s heart broke. “But that’s how it feels.”
Billy nodded, still holding your face in his hand. “I know. I’m sorry.” Slowly, he bent down, giving you time to move or push him away if you wanted to. You stayed where you were. “I’ll do better, baby, I promise, just please… I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you whispered, feeling your heart swell as you looked into his perfectly dark eyes. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and you felt him relax against you. He carried you, bridal-style, to the bedroom and spent the next few hours pleasuring you in every way possible, apologizing to you and more than telling you he loved you—he showed you. You two came up with a procedure after that day: if Billy was late or M.I.A, you were to call his office and if he didn’t get back to you in 10 minutes tops, you were to call Frank, and from there, you could usually get in contact with Billy. It worked; and while Billy was still late to your dates, he hadn’t cancelled one in a while, so you were okay with your new system. Billy had even added an addendum to your agreement: if he was more than 20 minutes late, he owed you 20 minutes of the foreplay of your choice, and as much as you enjoyed that, you were glad that he was rarely that late after your last blow out.
But now he was over an hour late. Your phone was on the table, next to a glass of white wine, and had a total of zero texts or calls from Billy. That was…unusual. Billy always texted or called to let you know he would be late or that he was on his way. You were starting to get worried.
Two hours in you called Billy’s phone. No answer. Having played this game before, you dialed his office, swirling your wine in the glass as you waited for the call to be intercepted by Billy’s secretary.
“Billy Russo’s office, how can I��”
“—Hey Gloria,” you said between a sigh, “Is Billy there?”
“Oh, no, Ms. Y/N, he left about four hours ago. He isn’t at the restaurant?” You heard papers shuffling on her end and knew she was looking through itineraries and memos.
“No, and I can’t get him on his cell either…” You put the wine down and signaled the waiter. “You know what, don’t worry about it, Gloria, I’ll give him a little longer to show up. Have a good night.” You hung up, satisfied with your simple plan, and ordered a drink.
Three hours and several drinks later, you were…not a mess, but mess-adjacent. You had called Billy, and Frank, then called Billy again…no answer. You were just a tad bit drunk, so you finally caved, called a cab, and went home to nurse your wounded pride.
Billy had never stood you up for a date before—let alone an anniversary. You were worried sick. Your mind conjured up images of him bloody and broken, of his lifeless body in some grey, gritty alley somewhere. You paced around your apartment, an iron grip on your phone, and tried to think of where Billy could be. You nearly screamed when your phone rang and did when you saw who was calling.
“Billy,” you gasped out, stopping dead in your tracks, “where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said easily, “me and Frankie made some headway with the Albanians and now we’re on our way to Philly to do some negotiations—”
“Philly?” You repeated, blinking in confusion. “I… what about tonight?”
“Tonight?” There was a pause, and you knew wheels were turning in Billy’s head. “Shit… I forgot. Baby, I’m—”
You didn’t wait to hear the rest. You saw red, and you didn’t even bother hanging up the phone before you threw it at the wall. The resulting crash and scattering of little pieces did nothing to ease the rage. You grabbed your overnight bag—which you kept packed and ready for impromptu stays at Billy’s—and stomped out of your apartment. You were done. You were beyond done, even. A part of you wanted to go to Karen and bawl your eyes out, but another part of you wanted to avoid Billy at all costs, and you knew he would easily find you there. It was the same with Curtis. Your rage had sobered you right up, so you drove around town for a few hours, seeing nothing and shaking. The anger left you just as quickly as it came, and you had to pull over to sob into the steering wheel.
You had never felt so unimportant, so insignificant in your whole life. Billy was everything to you; he was your sun and moon, your happiness, your joy—but you meant nothing to him. Forget competing against the women who were in and out of his life, you couldn’t even compete with his job. You could never match the thrill, the satisfaction Anvil gave Billy—and the more you thought about it, the dumber you felt for even trying. You stared at your hands, still gripping the wheel. They were shaking along with the rest of you. You had been content before Billy had come into your life, but now? Now that you had felt the immense warmth of his love? Now that you had seen him, sleepy-eyed and soft in the morning, reaching out for you? Now that you had been cocooned in the safety of his arms? You wouldn’t go so far as to say Billy had broken you—no man could break you—but he had ruined you for anyone else. You knew your life after him would be grey and cold, and worse still: you knew you deserved better.
You checked into a hotel a little bit after that and cried into the stale pillow until your body was out of tears. You could see every time Billy smiled at you, every time he kissed you, touched you, caressed you. In your mind, you could hear his voice, soft with a slight New York accent, telling you he loved you a million times. It was like you could almost feel his arms around you, and you tried to hold onto those memories, knowing that there would be no more.
Puffy-eyed and exhausted, you made your way to the hotel communication center, where they had several computers and a phone. The first thing you did was call Curtis and leave a voicemail saying you were fine, you just needed some time alone, and not to worry. Then you called your work, requested a few days off, and told them you were “taking a vacation”. Satisfied with the updates you’d given; your next call was to Karen.
“Hey,” you had said, voice weary, “it’s me.”
“Oh my God, Y/N,” Karen sounded out of breath, “where are you? Are you okay? Tell me where you are, and I’ll be there—we were all so worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” you swallowed, “I just… I want to be alone.”
“Tell me where you are,” you heard the sound of clothes rustling and knew Karen was putting on a jacket, “I won’t tell Billy, but just tell me where you are.”
“I’m safe,” you closed your eyes, feeling more tired than you’d ever felt in your whole life, “Listen, I need a favor. I can’t do it myself, but could you tell Billy it’s over?”
“Y/N, he’s a mess, he just wants to talk to you—”
“—Please Karen.” You shook your head, feeling a headache coming on, “I need you to do this for me. Please say you’ll do this for me.”
“I will,” she sounded out of breath, “I’ll do it right now, just tell me where you are—”
“—I’ll be back in a few days,” you cut her off, “thanks, Karen.” You hung up, went back to your room, and grabbed your bag. Karen was a smart woman. She’d track you down by the hotel number and be there within the hour—possibly with Billy. You couldn’t have that. You made yourself a cup of coffee to go before hopping back into your car and driving off.
You had no purpose, no plan, beyond ‘get away from Billy’, and it wasn’t until the sun came up and you crossed state lines that you started to feel sleepy. You considered pulling over and sleeping on the side of the road but weren’t comfortable with that idea. So, you stuck it out until you got to a motel.
You didn’t have the energy to shower or even unpack; you flopped onto the bed, fully dressed, and passed out.
You woke up to the sounds of birds chirping. You rubbed your eyes, and sighed into the emptiness. Everything came back to you in a rush, and you felt your heart break all over again. You missed Billy—which was ridiculous! He did this to you. Sitting up, you picked up the phone and dialed your own number. You listened to the most recent voicemail, from Karen.
“Tell me where you are,” she was shouting into the receiver, “Call me back and tell me where you are RIGHT NOW, Y/N! Billy is worried sick, and so am I and we—we just need to know you’re okay. Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you, just me.” It sounded like she was crying. “Please Y/N, this isn’t like you, it’s dangerous out there.” She sighed. “Call me.”
The next message was from Frank. “This is my fault. I made Bill miss your anniversary, we were…” He grunted. “Doesn’t matter what we were doing, just know that this is on me.” There was a sound in the background, a harsh crash or something. “Bill’s out of his mind, he won’t eat he, he won’t sleep—” another crash—“just give us a call, Y/N.”
You sniffled as you deleted the message and listened to the next one.
“Hey, Y/N,” it was Curtis, “I know you’re hurt, I know you’re pissed, but we’re all worried about you. Just give us one of us a call, sweetheart, okay?” He sighed, and you could almost see Curtis’ kind, sad face. “Billy’s coming undone. He needs you. Just tell us you’re okay, all right?”
You imagined Billy throwing things, cursing, screaming and yelling, and it didn’t make you feel any better at all. If anything, it made you ache for him more. He hurt you, yes, but the last thing you wanted was for him to suffer. The next voicemail message was short but took your breath away all the same.
“You got 24 hours to call me,” Billy’s voice was cold, “before I come and get you.” There was a pause. “I love you.”
You were crying softly now and played the next message. It was Frank, Frank, Curtis, Karen, your mom, Frank again, and then…
“Please.” You had never heard Billy’s voice like that before. It was shaky and broken and scared. So scared. “Baby, please… I am so, so sorry that I forgot our anniversary. I’m an asshole, I know, I messed everything up. But please, baby, just tell me you’re okay, tell me you’re safe, please, I need to know you’re safe.” He took a breath and you heard him sniffle. “I…” You could hear the tears in his voice, and it made your heart break. “I fucked it all up. I knew I would. I knew I’d do something to…” He inhaled sharply. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Better than war, better than money, better than Anvil, and I should have made you feel like that, because it’s true. You make me so happy, and I…” His voice sounded muffled, like he had his hand over his face. “God, I made you feel unloved and alone and abandoned. I am so, so sorry baby, I love you so much. I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve you, and that I fucked everything up and that I probably…I probably lost you forever, but please… Call me back—or Frank or Karen or Curtis. Please…
…I love you.”
You put the phone down, stared at the ceiling for a moment, and broke down crying. It was a good cry—the whole body shaking kind of cry, the come to Jesus kind of cry. You were angry, and hurt, and had every right to be—but you loved him. You loved Billy Russo more than you loved yourself, he was everything to you. But there could be no middle ground, you couldn’t keep playing second fiddle to Billy’s work, you couldn’t keep being abandoned by him. The hurt was too much. But this… Running away, hearing Billy beg you to call him—this wasn’t any better.
It couldn’t continue.
You picked the phone back up and dialed without looking at the numbers. You had them memorized.
“Y/N—” Billy began. His voice sounded strained, probably from all the yelling you assumed he’d been doing.
“—I’m in Connecticut,” you said, “I’m fine, I’m safe, I’m gonna stay here for a few days, and I don’t want to see you when I get back.” With that you hung up. The phone rang immediately, but you ignored it. You went down to the lobby, had some breakfast, and then came back to your room for a shower. The phone had a little red light blinking on and off that let you know you had messages, but you walked right passed it.
You thought a lot about Billy and what you would do when you got home while you were in the shower. You had told Karen that you were done with him, but you honestly couldn’t see yourself without him. You loved him. But you had choices to make: forgive him or let him go. Both seemed impossible.
Your phone was ringing when you got out of the shower, and you considered answering it. Instead, you shook your head, grabbed your purse, and headed for the door. You’d seen a diner across the street when you’d gone down to breakfast and decided to treat yourself to a carb-heavy lunch. You flung open the door, renewed after your shower, and froze in your steps.
Billy stood in front of you, cell phone at his ear, staring at you.
His hair was messy, and he was wearing his black combat gear. You guessed he hadn’t changed—or slept—since you both had been in New York. There were bags under his dark eyes, and you could see that he had been crying by the red in them. He put the phone into his pocket as he stared at you. “You said you didn’t want to see me when you got back, so… I came to see you.”
“You—how did you get here so fast?” You asked, hand still on the doorknob.
“Made a few calls, chartered a chopper to bring me here,” he answered. “Can I come in?”
You stepped back, letting Billy come into the room. It seemed much smaller with the two of you standing in it. Billy seemed smaller—deflated somehow—and you swallowed down the urge to hold him.
He glanced around the room, eyes weary, before settling back to you. “You okay?” He asked. “Are—are you hurt? Are you safe?”
You nodded. “I’m fine.” You wanted to ask how he was, but you could tell just by looking at him. He was a mess. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I haven’t slept since you left me.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I trashed my office, broke everything in my apartment, called in all kinds of favors to track you down…”
“Well, here I am,” you plopped onto the bed and sighed, “Billy, I… I don’t even know what to say to you,” you looked up at him and felt tears well up in your eyes, “you promised you’d do better,” your voice broke, “You lied to me.”
Billy dropped to his knees in front of you but didn’t touch you. “I know,” his eyes were shining, “I broke my promise and I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, you deserve better than this, better from me.”
“I do,” you whimpered. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep it together.
Billy reached out and put his hands on your knees. His touch warmed you to the core. “I’m so sorry, baby. Frank needed my help, and I thought I had time to help him and make it to dinner, but…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I made a promise to you and I broke it. And if,” he ducked his head down before bringing it back up, eyes swimming in unshed tears, “if you have to leave me, I get it… I fucked up. I fucked up so many times and you were so patient, and I took advantage of that. I don’t deserve you. I never deserved you.” He took a shuddering breath, and you knew he was steadying himself for whatever he had to say next. “I love you so much, Y/N, and I’ll always love you, but… if you tell me that you never want to see me again…” His eyes bore into yours and you could see the sincerity in them. “I’ll honor it.”
The tears fell down your face, hot and warm, and you licked your lips, searching for the words to say. You looked down into the face of the man you loved and felt your heart splinter. You loved Billy, you needed him like you needed air to breath, but he hurt you. He hurt you so bad and you felt like you couldn’t trust him. “I don’t want that,” you said, putting your hands over Billy’s on your knees, “but I can’t just forget and forgive. I can’t trust you. I love you, Billy, I love you so much, but you…” You took a deep breath. “…You put work ahead of me every time and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t live like that anymore.”
“I know,” he nodded, eyes never leaving yours, “I know, sweetheart.”
“I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you, too,” his voice wavered, and you wiped a tear from the edge of his eye.
You took another breath, staring down at Billy. “I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t do this with you anymore, I can’t keep being a footnote in your life.” You leaned forward and placed both hands on either side of Billy’s face. “If I ask you to do something, will you do it?”
“I’d do anything for you,” he said, no hesitation and nothing but honesty in his eyes.
“I need another few days here,” you said, “and I need you to go.” You took a deep breath and continued on. “I want all of your stuff out of my apartment by the time I get back.” Billy’s dark eyes shone with sorrow at your words, but he didn’t interrupt. “I think… I think I’m gonna need some time before I can be with you again, but if you’ll wait—”
“—of course I’ll wait,” Billy promised, nodding.
“—then maybe we can get back to where we were,” you finished, “because I really do love you, Billy.”
“I love you, too,” he said back.
With tears rolling down your cheeks, you pulled him towards you and held him in your arms. He was shaking, and you kissed the side of his face. God, you loved this man. You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed huddled up like that; half of you on the bed and the other half crouched on the floor with Billy, but neither of you were still crying by the time you separated.
You smiled weakly at Billy, running your hands through his thick, dark hair. “I’ll see you in New York,” you said.
He smiled back. “See you in New York.”
You ended up staying in Connecticut for another five days before heading home to New York. Billy was true to his word; he had cleared your apartment of all of his stuff and left a new phone for you by the time you got back. You invited Karen over for brunch the day you got back and had a tearful reunion. You met with Curtis for drinks later that day but didn’t bother to hit up Frank—you knew that he knew you were in town. Plus, you didn’t want to take him away from Billy. You didn’t want Billy to be alone.
You went back to work and re-established your routines without Billy. It was strange and lonely, but you felt a sense of clarity with each day. Going to sleep alone wasn’t fun, especially since you were craving Billy’s warmth, but you needed the time to think. A couple of weeks after your return, you got an envelope in the mail from Billy. It contained an article from the paper saying that Billy had taken a sabbatical from Anvil and handed over the reins to Frank and Curtis. According to the article, Billy was still the CEO of the company, but his hours were cut in half and he would no longer be a part of missions that took place outside of the city. With the article came a handwritten note, and you smiled, recognizing Billy’s handwriting immediately.
Dear Y/N,
I didn’t know if you would see this, so I decided to send it to you myself. I know this won’t fix what I did, or make up for the way I treated you, but I hope it’s a start. I changed my number (putting it on the back of this note). Please give me a call whenever you want. I’ll be waiting.
I’ll always wait for you.
I love you. I miss you.
--Billy Russo
You turned the paper over and saw his number. He probably changed it to avoid some of his old contacts. When you turned it back, your eyes fell to the last line. I love you. I miss you. You brought the paper to your lips and kissed it. Billy wasn’t perfect, but he was yours and you loved him. He was working on himself—and so were you—and that was all you could ask for. You picked up your phone and dialed the number, your fingers moving swiftly with nervous excitement.
Billy picked up on the first ring. “Y/N,” he said, sounding entranced.
“Hi, Billy, I got your letter,” your heart started pounding the second you heard his voice, “Looks like you have some time on your hands.”
“Yeah, yeah, I do,” he said back, “How are you?”
“Fine. Listen, I was wondering…if you had some time next week, maybe we could meet up?”
“I have time now,” Billy’s voice was rushed, “I could be at your place in less than 15 minutes or—” he paused, clearing his throat, “—or I can wait till next week. Of course. Where would you like to meet?”
You put your finger on your chin and pondered his question. Technically, you could wait another week to see Billy, and it could be at a neutral location, but… You didn’t want to wait. You wanted to see him, to hold him. You weren’t necessarily ready to jump all the way back in with Billy, but you’d had enough of being without him. You loved him and were ready to move things forward with him. “Fifteen minutes, huh?” You said, leaning against your kitchen counter with a smirk, “I’m starting the clock now.”
You could almost feel Billy’s smile on the other end od the line. “I’ll make it in ten,” he promised.
You laughed. There was still a lot of work to be done between you and Billy to fix your relationship, but you were willing to do it for as long as Billy was. And he was down for the long run, no matter how hard it could be—and you could tell he was sincere in his dedication.
True to his word—a habit he was determined to keep up with—Billy was at your door in less than 11 minutes. He looked so good, eyes wide and eager, and you felt your love for him well up in your chest like helium in a balloon. You never felt a love as strong as you felt for Billy, and you knew, in that moment, that even though things weren’t always perfect and could be tough, you knew that you wanted to be with Billy for the rest of your life. You took him in your arms then and felt like the jigsaw puzzle that was your life was complete.
From that day on, Billy was never late to any of your dates ever again. Things didn’t pick up exactly where you’d left out, but that ended up being better for the both of you in the long run. You loved Billy, and he loved you, and he spent every day of the rest of your lives making sure you knew that.
You couldn’t have been happier.
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The Walking Blind :Chapter Seven
By the time Bear had stopped, I could already feel myself being overwhelmed with the number of new noises.
Cries of pain, desperation, fear.
"Kid, did you just lock us in here?" It was the voice of a man. I held out my hand, Carl grabbing it.
"Daddy." I heard Beth greet Herchel.
"Open the door." A woman told him, they were panting.
"Who are these people?" I asked Carl turning us away from the voices. Bear growled as the people gripped at the iron doors.
"I don't know, I found them down a few cell blocks, one of them is bit," Carl told me. It was reflex to shove him behind me, turning back to the unknown group.
"You'll be safe in there, but you need to take whoever is infected out, or they'll turn and kill you all," I warned, Bear was full-on barking now as a woman was groaning.
"We'll take care of our own." The first voice told me.
"You have food and water," Carl interjected an offering.
"Open this door." The second voice, the woman said, she was more stern. She earned a harsh glare and a step forward from me.
"He can't and he won't," I growled.
"Come on, man. We're not animals. Don't do this." She said more softly this time, to Carl.
I pulled Carl away slightly, walking a distance. From what I've heard Beth and Hershal hadn't moved from there spot.
"Hey! You can't just leave us here! Open this door! Open it! Now!" She yelled, banging on the door. She was panting, furious and running with rage, trying to rattle the doors.
"Sasha! Back away from the door and let them go." The first man calmed who I know now as Sasha down. His voice was gentle but firm. "Look around you. This is the best we've had it in weeks. Their house, their rules. We've got other things to do." It was quiet for a minute, nothing but panting and soft footsteps could be heard.
Carl was beside me know, instead of behind me. I put my hand on his shoulder, as a guide.
"We don't want any trouble." He told us, and then there were fading footsteps and the four of us were left to it as they tended to their infected member.
"Shouldn't we help them?" Beth asked, stepping forward. "We did," I say squeezing Carls's shoulder, pulling us all away from the group and more towards the cafeteria.
"What time is it?" I asked as we sat on the metal chairs, dropping Bear's lead, he laid by my feet, his soft fur warming me.
"Dark now, my dad and them have been gone for hours now." Carl sighed from behind me. I ruffled the hat on his head, turning it lopsided on him.
"Well I'm sure they made a plan of perfection, and perfection can't be rushed." I tried to remain hopeful for Carl. I couldn't imagine the pain of losing both of my parents to this cruel world and I hoped he wouldn't either.
"They'll be back soon, every one of them. Maggie and Glenn, Daryl and your dad too. They're warriors." I straightened up. "Why don't we all find something to keep ourselves busy with." I nodded, dismissing the group and listening as they all agreed, stepping away from the table to tend to their things.
"Bear," I called, grabbing the lead and lifting myself, careful and steady. "Let's go back outside huh, find outside," I told him, walking along as he tugged me back the way I had come from.
I grumbled out a moan, pushing the heavy door open my self, slipping off the socks from my feet and carrying them, I walked until pavement turned to gravel, then grass.
I stilled as I heard a commotion, it sounded so close yet so far at the same time. I clicked my tongue off the roof of my mouth a few times, walking towards the now cement wall in front of me.
"Carol, you up there?" I knocked on the closed door. I heard a soft thud and another door, one further away, open.
"Oh Monet, yes, um we're- I am up here, what do you need?" She tried to cough and clear her tone. I laughed, my nose crinkling as I heard an unfamiliar male voice whispering unintelligible words.
"Finish your canoodling and meet me down by the doors, I got some news." I laughed, walking backward, just imaging the blush on the older woman's face.
I walked back to the door, standing and waiting. I could distinguish two sets of footsteps, smiling to myself when one tried to disappear without a trace, the air whooshing around as he walked past me.
"Bye." I waved. I couldn't help but chuckle as the footsteps sped up, almost running now. I hummed in excitement, moving the lead from hand to hand.
"I wasn't 'canoodling.'" Carol said, tapping the door to my left. I turned towards her, still leaning on the wall. I just hummed and shook my shoulders.
"No shame in enjoying the little things." "I wouldn't say it was that little." I choked on my laughter, trying to stifle it as I felt the small hindering of a headache approaching.
I waited for the laughter to die down for a second, letting us settle into a more serious state before I began with the news.
"Carl found some people wandering around the prison, he's got them locked in a bigger room, the one they had that girl in earlier. There's at least three, could be more." I paused, nibbling on my lip before continuing. "One of them is bitten, told them they better handle it quickly," I spoke.
"What should we do?" Carol asked, the slight breeze carrying her voice. I furrowed my brows. Why would she look to me for guidance, I just got here.
"I don't know, not much we can do until Daryl and them come back. He and Rick will figure it out." I told her, the moonlight gave my good eye just enough light to let me see her slim figure. In my eyes, she was nothing more than a shadow.
"Of course, you're right. I hope they're back soon." She said. I don't know if that last part was to me or if it was a prayer to God that her family came back safe.
"Me too." I reached for her, grabbing her arm and squeezing it, letting my hand drop back to my side after.
After our exchanged words we walked back to our cells. I walked past the cell doors, my fingers sliding past the bars until I reached the stairs. I settled in the small chair in my cells, tracing my fingers on the wooden desk.
I didn't know what was going on here, let alone what was going on with the rest of the group. I stayed up until I could barely keep my eyes open, drifting in and out of sleep. I even hit my head on the desk from nodding off.
"Shit," I rubbed my head, standing and moving to my bunk, grabbing the lead off of Bear, sliding it under the bunk. When I was settled under the covered I slid my jeans off, laying in the comfort of Daryl's overly large flannel, I pulled the collar to my nose, inhaling the musky scent.
I don't remember falling asleep but I sure as hell remember waking up.
I was drenched in sweat, immediately gripping the wrist that shook me. I was shaking myself already, fear clear in my demeanor.
"It's just me Monet, Carol's making breakfast, told me to come grab you." It soothed me just a bit to hear Beth's voice instead of the one I thought it was, Carter.
I let go, pulling the covers to my chest.
"Of course, I'll be down in a second. Why don't you and Carl take Bear out for some exercise, I bet he's been dying to play with you guys." I told her, already hearing Bear yawn and stretch.
"Ok! Carl come on, let's go outside!" She yelled excitedly, Bear quick on her heels. I grabbed the jeans from the floor, pulling them up my legs and popping the button in. I stood up, stretching and cracking my back before walking out. My feet were cold on the cement floor as I forgot my socks, abandoned on the floor.
I clicked my way downstairs, eventually making it without falling. I smiled at my small accomplishment, reaching the area I could hear Carol moving around in.
"Morning sleepy head." She chuckled, rubbing my back as I sat down. I could see the fuzzy shape of her body move around in the light.
"What time is it?" I asked, thanking her for the bowl of oatmeal. For prison food, it wasn't half bad.
"Just a few minutes after sunrise, no ones back yet." She sighed, sitting next to me. I nodded. I stiffened when I heard the cry of a baby, dropping my spoon back into the bowl.
Now, this was just cruel, God was playing tricks on my hearing now. I rubbed my face, then my ears, satisfied when I could no longer hear the cry.
And then it was back, loud, blood-curdling cries.
"Ah she must be hungry now, she hasn't cried like that for a while now." Carol dismissed herself, me following closely behind, almost bumping into her.
"Ah, can you take her so I can eat now, can't very well walk around on these and carry her," Hershel asked, then walking away after handing the baby to Carol.
"How? I mean, who's? Beth seems too-" Carol cut me off by laughing.
"God no it's not Beth's child. She's Rick's." She said. I heard her gently rock the baby, the soft sucking sound and the shake of a bottle.
"What's her name?" I asked I reached forward slowly, Carol pulled me to sit with her, guiding my hand to gently stroke the babies skin.
"They haven't decided yet, but Daryl calls her, little ass-kicker." We both laughed, and Carol had even let me hold her when she was finished, teaching me how to burp her. I reveled in the softness of her skin, the innocence of her being.
We stayed there for a bit until Carl and Beth returned. I handed the baby off to Beth and we all decided to tend to the unknown group of people we were holding.
I listened as other's collected remains of the breakfast that Carol had made, I listened as Hershel tended to a man's leg, others conversing.
I stayed back with Carl, just listening as people talked. Talking about what it was like outside, and I silently thanked God for Daryl taking me in, as they described the worst happening to them, over and over again.
"Tyreese, like I said we have a much larger group. A close-knit group. I wouldn't get too comfortable here." Hershel said, walking away.
"We wouldn't be a problem." The man, Tyreese, said.
"It's not up to me." "Then who?" He asked. There was silence, and suddenly Carl was tugging my sleeve, a silent cue as if to say 'we're leaving'. I followed behind, listening to Carl lock the door behind us.
"Please, you can see the kind of people we are," Tyreese called. We kept walking.
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I like you!- Izuku Midoriya x reader
You looked at the mirror and looked older at your reflection. You wore a white summer dress that reached to the top of your knee and a loose pastel (f/c) sweater. You were about to grab your backpack-
DING!
You saw your phone and a message notification.
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Uraraka Ochako Just now
'Sorry guys! I can’t come today, something came up! I’ll just text the noted i have when I can so you guys can write it and add it to the final paper'
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You frowned at the message and got your phone to reply.
‘It’s okay!!!’
You looked at the time displayed on the top of your phone and decided to leave already.
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You walked out of the train station and walked towards where you were told to meet up. You looked at the store board and mentally verified that this was the place you were told to meet up at and opened the door. You scanned the area to check if any recognizable faces were already there, much to your surprise, you spotted dark fluffy green hair.
You involuntarily smiled as you made your way there. Your pretense was immediately noticed by the person you noticed and he smiled.
“Oh (Y/n)! You’re here” he said a little shakily as the pencil he was holding almost fell off his hand.
You greeted him as you took your sea across him. “Ochako says she can’t come today” you sighed. He nodded, “I also received the text”
“So who else are we waiting for?” You asked.
…
…
…
“Oh… nevermind” you immediately realized and remembered the supposed and current situation you were in.
Mr. Aizawa had assigned the class to group into three and make notes or whatever of each other’s quirks, how they can be compatible, and how you can use it in an attack. It was chosen by drawn lots, so you, Izuku, and Ochako were grouped together. However, since Ochako wasn’t there, it was just the two of you. Just the two of you.
‘Is this a date?!’ You both thought concurrently as none of you uttered a word.
“S-so let’s get started” you said trying to break the recently made figurative ice between you two. He nodded and seemed as if the look of slight embarrassment and anxiety was washed away, partially.
“I’ve started taking notes on our quirks, if you don’t mind” he said and passed the notebook he was writing on a while ago to you. You took it and scanned the written words.
‘(Y/n)’s quirk quirks-
One of them are her ability to control nature. She can touch flowers, trees, and plants of all sorts and gracefully control them to do anything. Drawbacks are mild headaches and migraines. She often uses them in battle compared to her other quirk however when she does she looks so alluring and elegant as if the drawbacks are not even taking affect.
Her second quirk is an ability to project music into people’s minds and the music can do certain things to the people (ie. Confuse, make drowsy, excite, and even encourage). She can hear the music that’s even projected to the person's mind and she sometimes nods her head, gracefully sways to it, and sometimes melodically hums along’
You read your part in the notebook and a small dust of pink had made its way to your cheeks. The way he described you and took notice of those little things made you a little happy.
You handed the notebook to him and smiled. “You really are prepared for this huh Izuku! That’s a great help!” You grinned at him.
You both decided to order drinks before studying. You both discussed the quirks you, him, and Ochako have, then you two tried to connect them, finally finishing the assignment.
“Well that’s it I guess” he concluded. “We finished this is less than 45 minutes… I honestly expected this to take at least 2 hours” you admitted.
“It’s thanks to your passion for quirks mainly” you added.
The boy flushed a deep scarlet from the sudden rush of blood that came to his face. “You also helped a lot!”
“Well we wouldn’t have finished this fast without your help and effort… say, let’s hang out for a while!” You proposed. “Huh?”
“Well are you going anywhere or doing anything later?” You inquired and he shook his head. “Great! Let’s hang out for a while!”
‘What did I get myself into!?’
You were both sitting across each other in a table of a park nearby. Dogwood trees, as well as kawazuzakura were around and you both had a cup of milk tea for each one of you, which you both ordered on the way to the park.
You started this, yet you partly regretted it. It was silent, none of you both said anything. At all. Tension of awkwardness was in the air and you both knew it.
‘You started it, you continue it’ you mentally scolded yourself.
“Let’s take a walk. The park looks nice today” You said and he nodded. You both stood up and walked along the paved path of the park.
To your luck; he initiated a conversation. “I can see why you wanted to go here” he stated as you put all your attention on him, not that you weren’t already staring looking at him. “Your quirk” he added.
“Oh. I haven’t thought of that but I guess so”
“O-oh, Sorry”
“It’s fine”
It was awkward again. ‘Did I say something wrong?! I must have offended him/her!’ You both coincidentally thought.
“You’re right actually” you decided to speak again. You both stopped walking as you squatted down and placed your hand on a yellow flower. It started to circle your hand to form a bracelet like structure. It enclosed its own end and you controlled the vine of the flower to form another bracelet like thing.
You gave the other leaf and vine like bracelet to Izuku. “Woah… t-thanks” he said and took it, putting it on.
You both continued walking and a soft guitar and piano kind of melody seemed to have resounded along your ears. You smiled.
“Is this your quirk also?” Izuku asked and you nodded.
“I didn’t really mean to do it purposely, sometimes my quirk activates on its own, this kind of music makes my heart ache. In a good way though. It makes my heart ache in the way that it yearns to listen to that music with someone else” you said.
After a good few seconds, you had realized that you had rambled. “Sorry! I must have gone on a tangent” You apologized.
“Its alright… but I can hear it too” he stated.
Your eyes widened and blood immediately rushed to your cheeks after realizing what that had meant.
“I-I’m really sorry!”
“I-i-i-i-it’s okay! Really!” he stuttered as well. You both turned to the side, facing the opposite direction of each other.
“Though i’m glad” you heard him mutter.
Your ears perked up from hearing what he had said. “What?” you inquired softly, curious yet still flustered.
“I-i’m glad that you wanted me to hear the music with you” he said, his voice cracking a little. It was quiet again then you took a pee at him, his face seemed to have gotten redder. “Sorry i just thought that-” he started to stutter and stumble in his words once again.
“Its fine! You’re right! I mean- uh, i didn’t know my quirk could do that” you tried stirring away from the topic.
“Well your quirk is cool, just like you are” he commented. Your face reddened at what he had said.
“It’s a weird quirk” you added.
“Well it’s a nice quirk, like how you are- wait uh i mean!- you’re nice and i like you, wait i like your quirk- not that i don’t like you- i like you but-” he started rambling and muttering.
‘Should i do something…’
“Izuku. I uh, it’s alright, i don’t like my quirk too- wait i meant me too! , uhn never mind what i said” you started speaking softly.
Everything was so silent, internally you were screaming at yourself. ‘He probably thinks i'm so weird by now. Oh my gosh what do i do?! I say anything again?! should i tell him i like him? Wait no! It would be bad timing, especially since i kept rambling; then again what else should i say, i might not have a chance to talk to him since he might shun me out of his life thinking of how weird i am!’ you turned to face him, he was staring at the ground while walking. You both suddenly faced each other.
“I like you!”
“I like you!”
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I had just gotten off from yet another busy day of rehearsing with the guys for the up-coming tour around Europe and though I was excited to get back on the road again, I was feeling rather exhausted and a slight headache was beginning to nag me.
As much as I loved what I did and my insane schedule was mostly fun to me, I couldn’t deny that working non-stop and traveling the world left it obvious traces on me when I forgot to relax once in a while as well.
As Mike gave me a ride home, I was too tired to listen to his endless rambling about drumsticks and music, but I managed to nod at the right times and seem somewhat interested in what he was going on about.
I stared out of the window as cars passed beside me in the dark while thinking about what the plans were when I got home. I was currently living with my best friend – since she had gotten kicked out of her dorm for smoking weed, which wasn’t really a surprise to me – but it was nice for once having someone around when I was home.
I had known her for years and years and I guess she made me feel less lonely. Suddenly I wasn’t all alone with my thoughts, I actually had someone to share them with, someone who never seemed to judge me.
Since it was a Saturday night, the chances of her going out with friends and dragging me along was rather high but I didn’t really mind it, though. Her friends were pretty cool and I always had a good time when being around them.
And really, I wanted to spend as much time with her as I possibly could. Alone or with others, it didn’t matter to me. I felt more comfortable when she was around, a little less tense and I lately, I’d been craving that feeling more than I usually did.
Mike turned into the familiar parking lot as I reached for my bag, thanking him for the ride home before jumping out of the black car and headed towards my apartment. As I unlocked the front door and stepped into the hall, I couldn’t hear any signs of her being home.
Sadly.
No loud music, no chatting in the distant nor any noise from the tv in the living room. The lights were out too and her coat wasn’t laying on the floor, I noticed, since I wasn’t tripping over it on the way in as usual.
She was great, rather messy but great.
I figured she had already left for town, half drunk on a bottle of vodka with a friend in her arm, singing along to some indie song, I’d never heard before.
A slight disappointment reached the surface of my stomach as I pushed the warm hoodie over my head and carelessly let it fall on the floor. Moving my head to each side, desperately trying to ease up my tense muscles, my ears suddenly caught a faint, unfamiliar, rather strange noise coming from the end of the dark hallway.
At first, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but as I walked further towards the source of the noise, it sounded like a small sob coming from y/n’s room at the end of the hall.
A sudden heat flashed to my cheeks as I realised it was a soft moan and the panic began pumping in my veins as the noises grew wider.
Who was she hooking up with? That dude from last Friday night? Maybe the one from the Drake concert?
As I wondered about it, a sudden tug started in my chest and forced a sharp pain to spread within a few seconds. The thing was, I was completely smitten with her. I probably always had been. From when we met each other as kids, into our younger years starting school and all the way till now.
I had always convinced myself it was a silly, little crush that would pass at some point but no, ever since she moved in and we practically spend each waken moment together, I found myself falling all in her.
Her long, wavy hair and those warm eyes. The way she bit the tip of her fingernail when she was fully focused on something to the way her smile could light up a room when she walked in. She was without a doubt the most beautiful person, I had ever come across. And I was all about her.
We had always been the complete opposite of each other. She was wild and adventurous and I had a boring habit of playing it safe and thinking too much.
She just jumped into it without any regrets and I had always been insanely attracted to that side of her.
Her spur of the moment decisions that either got her in trouble or ended up being another great story to tell. She had intrigued me at the beginning simply because she was everything I wasn’t and even after years of knowing her, she still took me by surprise, she still caught me off guard.
And the way she acted around me, that was without a doubt the best thing about her. She was fun and always innocently flirting with me, her spontaneous ways and weekend get-aways made me feel young again, free. Maybe even a little careless.
And the way she was always making sure I was okay and always made me feel better whenever life was hard to handle, I loved that about her. She always put other people before herself.
She had always been there, with absolute no judgement, she had always taken care of me when I was falling apart at three in the morning.
One night, she had found me sobbing my eyes out on the floor in the living room and I had been terrified of her reaction to it, because I had never let anyone see my weak sides before. And all she did, was hold me. She held me to her chest the entire night, knowing it was all I needed her to do. She was and had always been my rock.
And though all of this had been going on for years, I still had to suffer when she brought home guys and hooked up with them in the room next to mine. I still had to suffer when she asked me advise about guys or had me help her pick them up at bars and clubs. And I guess, I just did the same as her. To hide the pain.
I’d never said anything, though. She would probably have a mental break down if she knew how I felt about her and our friendship would probably become too awkward or uncomfortable to deal with.
She didn’t do boyfriends. Heck, she didn’t even do love. And she definitely didn’t do either of those things with me.
I heard it again, another moan from her bedroom, this time louder and a little husky. My body was tense and I felt the urge to bite my bottom lip hardly as I continued hearing sensual whimpers from her room.
“Fuck” she gasped with a sore cry as I felt the heat rush down my spine.
I knew I shouldn’t be listening to her having sex – it was just weird - but somehow her sweet groans forced my body to freeze completely outside her door.
“Mhh, Shawn.”
Wait, was that?
My mouth dropped completely and my eyes widened fully as I heard my name escape her mouth.
What the heck was going on?
I creeped over to her door, which was cracked just a tiny bit open. Silently, pushing it to open just a tad more, I felt an uncomfortable feeling reach the surface of my stomach, knowing I was fully invading her personal space in this very moment. I was just confused and a bit curious to what was going on.
I peeked through the tiny crack of her door while keeping my balance with my hands on the doorframe, trying to make as little noise as possible. My eyes caught her heated, red face as her head was resting against the white headboard and her eyes were tightly shut while she was fingering herself roughly.
Once again, a massive wave of heat flushed my face and I felt sweet, sensual tickles between my thighs as I watched her pleasured face and heard the slight whimpers from her pink lips.
She was fully naked and her perfect, plump boobs were slightly bouncing as her fingers continued pumping in and out of her wet core. She was dripping – leaving traces on her black sheets – as the squinting sounds from her fingers colliding with her wet centre filled my ears.
I felt myself grow hard at the sight as my toes curled when another loud moan escaped from her perfect, little mouth. My body was tense and the throbbing feeling in my pants grew stronger each second, I stood here, peeking on her like this.
She was gasping for air and her chest was covered in small drops of sweat. Her legs were spread wildly apart and her toes were curling the sheets from the sexual frustration she was clearly giving herself.
Her hair was messy and sticking to her sweaty neck as she threw her head back and whimpered once again.
“Fuck, Shawn…” She cried as she added another finger and forced them in deeper this time.
Drops of white liquid ran out of her as her fingers twisted inside her throbbing core. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I realised she was fantasising about me; all alone in her bed, wet and horny.
And so fucking beautiful.
I was beyond turned on already as my hard cock pressed against the tight fabric of my jeans. I was aching from hearing her raspy voice moan out my name, throbbing from the idea of her finger-fucking herself to the thought of me, growing harder with every whimper that fell from her trembling lips.
She was so wet, so ready and all because the idea of me.
A warmth rose in my dry throat and somewhat of a loud groan suddenly sounded from my mouth gaping wide open.
“Shawn?” She asked as her eyes popped wide open.
The loud sound from my mouth drew her attention to the crack at the door and shortly after, her wild eyes fell on my shadow, hiding cowardly behind. She didn’t remove her slurred eyes from mine but she continued sliding her fingers in and out roughly as she used her thumb to add more pleasure against her slippery clit.
I was a little confused, a tad uncomfortable and pretty fucking heated from the surprise of how she carelessly continued masturbating after she had caught me watching her from a distant.
Her tongue slipped across her pink lips as she hummed sweetly while her fingers spun inside her and made her strain a muscle as a shot of pleasure made her exposed body tremble.
She locked our eyes together and bit roughly into her bottom lip, knowing she had caught the boner hiding in my pants. I scratched the back of my head as I tried removing my eyes from her, but somehow, they always ended on her body again.
“y/n… I-I sh-“ I stuttered as the heat spread further.
I felt a sharp yank between my thighs as I rubbed them together to get some sort of friction to my cock throbbing for her. Sensually, she licked her lips and lowered her eyes to my hard dick.
“Oh Shawn.” She hummed, tilting her head with a tiny smile.
“Arr-are you?” I stumbled over my words as I felt a tight knot in my stomach.
“Thinking about you?” she asked teasingly with a massive smile on her face. “Yes, Shawn. I am.”
I swallowed as her playful words sent a warmth, tickle feeling down my spine.
“You like what you see?” She breathed, bucking her hips to fully expose her dripping core to my lusting eyes.
I couldn’t find the words to speak, but nervously I managed to nod at her teasing question. I had thought about her naked on many occasions, but this vision was much better than I could have ever imagined it in my mind.
Roughly, she removed her wet fingers from her core and put them into her mouth, sucking her juices with a moan.
“Fuck.” I breathed as I watched her mouth moved around her fingers.
“You want to taste too?”
“Please.” I gasped out as I felt a tremble.
She held out her fingers – the fingers – and then I didn’t waist more time on watching her. Swaying across the room, I kneeled on the white bed as she watched me carefully while I put her fingers into my mouth.
Shutting my eyes, I let my tongue lick her as her sweet taste exploded in my mouth. She groaned as my tongued played with the tip of her fingers and I forced a rough suck every other second.
I had imagined this moment in my head for such a long time, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the fact, that this was actually happening. At last.
Suddenly, her hand tugged into my curls and forced chills down my back. She removed her fingers from my mouth and let them slide down my damp neck, leaving wet traces behind on the way. Her fingertip followed my clenched jawline as she sent me a tiny smile.
“So you were thinking about me?” I asked, stuttering over my words.
“I was.”
“What were you thinking about?” I found myself asking as another flushed reached my already steamy cheeks.
“Oh Shawn, always so shy.” She whispered as her thumb slipped to my lips and pushed them from each other.
She bended forward for her mouth to reach my ear and I held my breath when she came closer.
“I was thinking how this…” Her hand stirred to between my legs and brushed against my hard cock. “Would feel inside me.”
I whimpered as her fingers moved around in small circles against my most sensitive area. Biting hardly into my bottom lip, I tried somehow coping with the massive amount of sexual frustration she was giving me with her gentle touches. I pressed my heated neck against her face as she let out groan from the contact with my skin.
“Is it bad that all I want to do is fuck you?” I asked her as she continued sending waves of frustration through my body. Moving her fingers into my hair, she pushed my head further against her mouth.
“I’ve wanted you to for so long.” She admitted.
“You never told me.”
“I thought I gave you plenty of signs.” She whimpered desperately, feeling my breath against her skin.
Thinking about it, maybe she did, but as always, I was too much of a pussy to do anything about it. I was too scared of misreading the signals and ruining the bond we had grown strong throughout the years.
“I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship.”
“Really, Shawn?”
“What?” I asked confused at her statement.
“Friends don’t look at each other like we do.” She muttered as her eyes locked on mine.
For a second, her stare was vulnerable as she forced in air between her lips. I smiled lovingly at her, knowing she was exposing her heart to me in a moment of weakness, as I let my hand stroke her burning cheek.
“How do we look at each other, then?” I dared her, raising my eyebrow playfully.
“Like we want to rip each other’s clothes off as soon as possible.” She gasped back, biting into her plump, bottom lip.
“Then do it.” I blurred out, taken back by my own eagerness to feel her skin on mine.
She laughed at my comment, probably just as surprised at my sudden boldness before she let her hands wander down my back, reaching for the hem of my white t-shirt and slowly pushing it over my head.
Throwing it at the floor in her messy room, her eyes lingered at my naked chest and I watched as they slowly widened by the sight that met her face. Her fingertips were suddenly on my skin, tracing slowly down my chest to my stomach to the beginning of my happy trail.
I threw my head back and sucked in air as her hands unbuckled my pants and she forced them halfway down my thighs. Her mouth began kissing my lower stomach and she used her warm tongue to leave sore hickeys on my body, teasingly avoiding the area throbbing for her the most.
I forced my fingers into her messy hair and dragged her head closer to my burning skin, too eager and impatient to feel her properly.
I reached down between her legs to rub my palm against her wet centre as she moaned against my skin when my hand made contact. She was wetter than I expected her to be. Soaking actually and already dripping into my palm that barely brushed against the sensitive area between her quivering legs.
“Take your pants off completely.” She told me, removing her hands from my body. “I want to taste you too.”
Her whispering words punched out the air in my lungs but I did as she told me. Licking her lips, she tilted her head at the sight.
My cock was hard and ready for her warm mouth, just the thought of those plump lips around the tip of my head was enough to push me further towards the edge. She lowered her body as she wrapped her left hand around my length and forced a groan to escape my mouth.
“Shit!” I breathed as her mouth attached itself to my tip.
I was extremely sensitive from watching her play with herself. She closed her lips around my tip and twisted a few times, making me squirm in pleasure from her wet mouth caressing me. She moved her mouth fully down to the root of my cock as her tongue licked along with her soft yet firm sucks.
I bucked my hips to meet her mouth as she moved further down and flicked her tongue to add a tad more pleasure.
“Fucking hell.” I sobbed.
My eyes lowered their stare as I caught her looking towards my face while sucking my dick and I couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile. Using my hands in her hair, I pushed her head towards my face and pressed my nose against her burning cheeks.
“I’ve spend so many nights thinking about this.” I breathed, my thumb softly gliding back and forth her lips. “Are we really doing this?” I asked her.
“Yes. Now shut up and kiss me, Mendes.” She gasped, demanding as always.
I leaned forward and crashed my lips eagerly into hers. She kissed me back hungrily, tugging her fingers into my hair and pushing my lips closer to hers. Her tongue spread my lips apart and forcefully, she slipped it into my welcoming mouth.
She tasted better than I imagined her to, better than I had hoped.
I groaned against her mouth as my hands began rubbing her tender, pink breast. I felt her writhed against me as my thumbs pinched her sore nipples.
Her hands moved to my back and she forced her nails roughly into my skin as my fingers continued adding pressure on her hard nipples.
“Fuck Shawn.” She muttered into my mouth as I felt her gasp desperately for air.
My hands slipped down her bare back and as I reached the curve of her soft ass, I slapped her harshly to tease her. She broke the kiss as she screamed loudly by the pleasurable pain I was coursing her.
My fingers grabbed around her ass, yanking and rubbing her roughly as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. I attached my lips to her throat and began sucking as I continuingly slapped and squeezed her ass to make her moan out my name.
She was big and soft, plump and round; the best ass I’d ever laid eyes on.
“I’m obsessed with your fucking ass.” I growled against her sweaty skin as I heard a faint laughter from her mouth.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I’ve caught you looking multiple times.”
Another heatwave floated my face as I felt a slight embarrassment of how obvious I had apparently been. Heck, an ass like hers was impossible to avoid looking at.
I pushed my hips against her stomach, letting her feel my length digging into her skin just to tease a bit more. Her lips went to the soft spot underneath my ear and began kissing down my neck.
My hands trailed down, rubbing her bum one last time and then I let my fingers drag along her soaked centre, my thumb brushing lightly against her clit.
“Are you just going to tease or are you actually going to fuck me?” She whimpered. Her voice was desperate and cracked over at the end.
I placed my hands on her hips, forcing her to sway her back bend over in the bed. I settled myself behind her ass pointing upwards completely exposed to me as she was bending over in front of my body. I leaned forwards and kissed gently down her spine as she pushed her ass back to touch the tip of my cock.
“Not yet.” I told her as my hands found her boobs hanging from her chest.
I twisted her nipples between my fingers as she whimpered arched her back to cope with the tension she was feeling. I grabbed her inner thighs, my fingernails sinking into her skin, as I spread her legs apart and exposed her pussy entirely.
“Please Shawn. Don’t be such a tease.” She begged in a whimper. “I want to feel your cock.”
“You’re sexy as fuck. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“You can look later, okay? Just get to fucking work.” She hissed back at me.
I rolled my eyes at her as I rested my palm on her sweaty back. Without giving her a warning, I pressed myself into her in a hard move. She whimpered while I slid in deeper and filled her out. She was tight, a perfect form for my dick.
Arching her back, she pushed her ass further against to hips to meet another of my thrust into her slippery core.
“Fuck, Shawn. Yes!” she cried as I bucked my hips and slipped in deeper.
“Shit, you’re fucking tight.”
“Fuck Shawn, you’re so big.” She whimpered at the pleasure pain she was feeling.
I slowed down my moves as I kissed the top of her ass carefully while she adjusted herself to my cock. She used a few slow thrust to get used to the feeling of my cock inside her.
“Better?”
“Much.”
I started moving in and out of her again, slowly at first then adding more speed to the pace of my thrusts. My hands gripped tightly around her inner thighs as I pushed her to meet my slams, wanting to fill out as much of her as possible.
“Harder, Shawn. I can handle harder.” She moaned, her head tilting back to look my way.
Her face was red, pearls of sweat where sticking to her forehead and her mouth was gaping wide open.
She was insanely beautiful; even with messy hair, falling into her eyes, sweat dripping down her naked body and those red cheeks.
My eyes lingered at her for a couple of seconds as I felt my heart increase slightly. I let my hand slide up and down her bare back as a smile escaped from her heated face.
“You’re just so fucking breath-taking.” I told her, biting into my bottom lip.
After spending a couple of seconds admiring her body, I remembered her begging words and picked up the pace. Her entire body moved as I fucked her roughly from behind, her boobs bouncing, her ass vibrating, her thighs trembling.
I forced my hand under her stomach and used my thumb to add more pleasure to her high as I continued to fuck her roughly. Arching her back, I heard a few swear words slipped from her panting mouth as her entire body began to shake.
I felt her pussy tightly around my cock, slipping perfectly along to my slams as we shared a groan whenever I hit all the right spots inside her.
“Fuck, Shawn. I ca-can’t much longer.” She cried out as I filled her out perfectly.
I pushed myself as deep into her as possible and then I stopped moving. I attached my mouth to her the curve of her ass, kissing her lower back as I twisted and turned my cock inside of her.
I leaned back to sit on the bed as she followed along and was now sitting on my lap with her back towards my chest. Her hands reached back and she forced her fingers roughly into my hair to tug my head to the side.
My hands moved to her chest and my palms covered her boobs entirely as she began moving again. Throwing my head back, I felt her ass move against my thighs as she picked up the pace and left me whimpering.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” I cried in her ear, attaching my lips to her sticky neck.
She placed both her hands on my thighs, riding me harder and faster and I felt her entire body bounce from her quick yet rough movements on my cock. As she cracked her hips slightly, we both reached our bursting point.
Riding our high, her fingernails dug desperately into my thighs and sent a pain through my body.
“God Shawn.” She moaned as I released inside of her in a loud groan.
I pushed her head to the side and exposed her lips to mine. Attaching them together and panting into each other’s mouth, I felt my load drip from her wet and well-fucked pussy.
It forced a smile to appear on my lips.
Riding the last of our orgasms, we both collapsed on the bed beside each other; eyes shut, hearts pounding and gasping desperately for air. I spend a few minutes gaining back somewhat strength to open my eyes again.
She was lying beside me, her hair sticking to her neck and her body fully exposed to my eyes. She was covered in hickeys from my mouth wandering wild and trails from my nails digging into her skin. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
I let my fingers stroke her damp cheek as she opened her tired eyes and looked at mine. A tiny but exhausted smile ran across her lips. She kissed the tip of my finger as it ran over her trembling mouth.
“Can you believe this actually happened?” I asked her.
“Not really. I feel like I’ve been giving you signs for years and… nothing.” She laughed back, shaking her head lightly.
“I know.” I leaned forwards to kiss her warm lips. “You know I need to rethink everything at least a hundred times.”
“Well, I’m glad you finally came around then.” She joked as her fingers brushed my arm. Her eyes flickered around the room as she bit her bottom lip.
“What?” I asked her, lifting her chin with my thumb to meet her stare.
“Do you regret it?” She asked and my heart dropped to my guts.
I lowered my head to allow my nose tip to stroke her cheek softly while my hands searched for hers underneath the covers. I wrapped my fingers around hers and let my thumb stroke her knuckles. I nipped to her lips a few times before finding her stare again.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. For you.” I told her as I moved my head closer to her face. “There’s no way I could ever regret this.”
I stared into her eyes as I leaned towards her and kissed her naked shoulder, my fingers still wrapped around hers. My nose brushed lightly back and forth her sweaty skin as my mouth planted a few sweet kisses on her chest.
“Me either.” She whispered back, shyly.
I had never seen her like this before – completely emotionally exposed - but I liked that she finally let down her guards. She usually never did.
We stared at each other for a while, embracing and stroking each other, our lips nipping to each other once in a while.
“Shawn?”
“Yeah?”
“Say it first.”
“What?”
“Can you say it first?” She asked me. “I need to hear you say it first. If you actually do, then say it first.”
I tilted my head towards her as I took in the expression on her sweaty still heated face. Her eyes gave her away within seconds and I suddenly understood her strange outburst.
“You know I do, right? I always have.”
I knew she had been burned before, I’ve watched her fall apart in front of me, but I wasn’t aware of how much pain it - apparently - had cost her. How deep the scars had apparently cut into her.
“I guess, I just need to hear you say it...”
“I’m crazy about you. I always have been. I want to be with you, y/n.” I told her, my fingers removing tots of messy hair from her face. “And I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
The relief on her face from hearting those words made a slight nag appear in my chest. The fact that she needed to hear me promise her, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, meant she had been burned badly before.
Someone had left obvious traces on her heart that she was still trying to somehow mend. I wondered how anyone could ever hurt something as beautiful as her.
“I want to be with you too, Shawn” she smiled back to me. “I think I’ve always just loved you.”
And though I had always seen her as the bold one, I knew she was risking her heart by saying those words aloud to me. And in that moment, I realised, she had never given those words to anyone but me. She had saved those words for me and I had saved them for her. Entirely.
#shawn mendes#shawn mendes smut#shawn mendes story#shawn mendes imagine#shawn mendes one shot#shawn mendes fanfic#shawn mendes fanfiction
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Tainted Love- Part 1.0
A/N Hey guys! it’s been a while... sorry about that.
So I posted the prologue for Tainted Love so long ago, and I had the majority of this part written up, but then I lost all motivation and then never came back to it, but here we are now.
This was supposed to be waaaay longer, but I’m posting them in separate parts, so this is the first part of the first instalment and I hope you like it xoxo
Genre: Angst, fluff somewhere, implied smut
Pairing: Do Kyungsoo / Reader
Warnings: none really
Words Count: 3691
The Calm Before the Storm.
Before I tell you about the discovery of my fiancés affair, I should enlighten you with the events leading up to the day everything came crashing down.
After the engagement I didn’t think it would be as hectic as it was. As soon as we announced it to our parents, they insisted we were to have a big party, where all our friends, as well as some of Kyungsoo and my father’s business partners were the attendees. It was as if we didn’t even have the time to celebrate our engagement ourselves. Kyungsoo went back to work, and I planned the engagement party with our parents, booking one of our well-known venues as well as sorting out invitations for the party.
One day I was sat at our kitchen island, checking names of people invited to the party, when Kyungsoo walked in from work. After hearing the door go, I looked up at the clock above our refrigerator, seeing that it had just turned 10:30pm. Looking back down at the list of names on the sheet in front of me, I rubbed my forehead, feeling a small tension headache coming on. It wasn’t long until I heard Kyungsoo enter the room, his footsteps bringing him to stand behind me.
I felt the soft squeeze of his hands kneading my shoulders, expelling the slight tension that had resided there. Closing my eyes, I took off my glasses, melting into his touch.
“You’re up so late, you have a meeting tomorrow morning.” His voice was soft and soothing, washing away the stress.
“Yes, but the party is this weekend, and I haven’t even finished the guest list.”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Kyungsoo left a kiss on my temple, fingers still kneading my shoulder blades.
“I should get it done…”
“And you will, tomorrow night. We can do it together.” His kiss returned to my temple, repeatedly giving me small kisses.
“I suppose so. How was work?” Turning around in his hold, I looked up at my suit clad fiancé, his hair gelled back and his tie loosened.
“No different to usual.” Kyungsoo pushed my hair back, eyes scanning my face as I played with the bottom of his suit jacket.
“Did you eat?” I questioned.
“Yes, your father and I had a meal together.”
“Was it fun?” teasingly I pulled on his jacket.
“Oh yes, it’s always nice to hear your father recite the same stories over and over from since before we were dating.” His smile was just as teasing as mine, sarcasm dripping from his voice in a light-hearted way. Letting out a yawn I gave him a tired smile.
“Time for bed I think.” Nodding at his decision, I rose from the chair I had been sitting in, following my fiancé into our shared bedroom, living in a routine so normal and wonderful, I never anticipated how hectic life could get.
. . .
The day of the engagement party was a mess. It might as well of been the actual wedding with the amount of worrying our parents did about the organisation of it. Standing in the venue, I watched as people ran about, placing fancy decorations on tables and preparing appetizers and glasses of champagne. My mother was talking to the woman organising this shindig, they both glanced over at me nodding, making me feel a bit uneasy, before my mother started to walk over to me. Rubbing my bicep, she gave me a closed lip, crimson smile.
“You look worried dear.” Her voice held concern, but she also had an air of disinterest about her.
“Don’t you think this is a bit much, this isn’t even the wedding and things are hectic, was it really necessary to invite so many people tonight?”
“Darling, your Father insisted, you know how excited he is, now you should get ready, I’m going to check on flowers.” With that she sauntered off, her heels clacking on the hard wood floor of the expensive venue. Rubbing my forehead, I sighed, trying to rub away a headache that was forming.
“You shouldn’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles.” Opening my eyes, I was greeted by Kyungsoo walking towards me. He was wearing light blue jeans and a green sweater, his glasses on his face. He looked so soft, bringing a happy smile to form on my face.
“You sound like my mother.” I reached out towards him, bringing him in to hug me, causing some tension to ease in my body.
“Has she gone into business mode?” Patting my hair, Kyungsoo, left small kisses on my forehead, trying to calm me down.
“Yes, what will she be like when it is the wedding?” pulling away from him, I investigated his brown orbs, a worried expression on my face.
“Well you’ve told her we’re planning it right?” I nodded at him. “Well then, it’s up to us, and we have the last say, not your parents, and not mine. It’s our wedding.” He kissed my forehead again, and I felt the stress leave my body.
“Can we go home? I need a bath.” Taking my hand, he kissed the back of it, leading me out of the lavish hall.
“Of course, I also picked up your favourite bottle of wine, I thought we could have that before tonight starts.”
“Have I ever told you you’re perfect?” I smiled at him.
“You’ve mentioned it.”
. . .
I always hated having my hair done. I hated it being pulled about, and in control of someone else. That’s why I refused to go along with Kyungsoo’s mother and my own. Hence why I was sitting in my own chair, curlers crowning my head, trying to wing my eyeliner in my new underwear my friend assured me I was to buy. I groaned in frustration, hating that I had to dress up.
“I don’t see why you moan so much, your mum literally offered to get someone to do all of this for you.” I turned around to see Kyungsoo sitting back on the bed, a book in hand, already dressed in his suit.
“You know I hate it.” Looking up at me, he smiled, his eyes scanning my form.
“I know. You look beautiful.”
“I’m not even ready.” I huffed, cheeks tinting pink, as I busied myself with my makeup scattered across the table.
“I know, but you’re still beautiful.” Looking up, I looked at him through the mirror, catching his eye and smiling before getting back to work.
. . .
Two hours. It took me two hours to finally feel okay with how I looked. About an hour and a half ago Kyungsoo had gone downstairs to watch TV and to leave me to get ready. And finally, I was finished. My long hair was curled, and I had done a smoky eye, not too dramatic but enough to compliment my eyes. The dress I had gotten especially for this party was long, silk, backless and red. My mum didn’t like it, said I should’ve worn white, but after all, this was my engagement party. I slipped on some black heels, of course not tall enough to tower over Kyungsoo, and grabbed my clutch bag. Walking down the stairs I scrolled through my phone, trying to answer the text my mother had sent me nearly twenty minutes ago.
“Soo, mum says that everyone is basically already there, so we should probably go right now.” I looked up to see Kyungsoo looking over the couch, his mouth hanging ajar.
“Don’t be cheesy.” I warned. He got up from his spot, walking over, looking me up and down. “You’ve already been cheesy once today.” I pointed at him. before I could give him another warning, he kissed it away. Giving me a slow peck, capturing my bottom lip in-between his. Breaking away, only centimetres apart, I could feel his warm breath on my face.
“I love you.” A smile broke out on my face at his cheesy yet sincere confession.
The venue was bursting at the seams, and we hadn’t even reached the inside. People were still trying to park, and I could hear the noise from within from the entrance of the building.
“I thought you said it was just going to be a few people?” Kyungsoo asked.
“It was only a few when I handed the guest list to my father, they must have invited more people.” I looked at the building worriedly, knowing that this party was a mistake from the off, we should’ve just celebrated quietly.
“Maybe we should go home.” I went to turn back, when Kyungsoo lightly gripped my biceps looking at me.
“You’ve been helping to plan this for weeks, all of our friends are in there, it will be okay. Also, we should probably show up to our own engagement party” He smiled at me, making my own smile mirror his. I gave him a nod, before turning around and linking my arm in his own, ready to see what the inside of this lavish building had in store for us.
We had been here for an hour, and I couldn’t tell you where Kyungsoo had been dragged off to. I was currently stood, listening to some older women from my mother’s club drone on about the hardships of married life, and the duty of a woman to her husband. Quite frankly I wasn’t listening, just giving nods when it was needed.
My attention wondered to the crowds, picking out Kyungsoo’s parents and my own, but not the man himself. Looking towards the bar, I found Jongdae and Baekhyun, two of Soo’s friends. Baekhyun’s eyes locked with my own, he shook his champagne flute at me as an invitation. Giving him a nod and a smile, I turned back to the women who were still nattering amongst themselves, interrupting their conversation of housework and the like.
“Sorry ladies, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this short, I should probably find my fiancé.” I smiled at them sweetly.
“Ah yes, he’s probably wondering where you are by now, run along, we’ll make sure to catch up with you later.” Smiling at one of my mother’s oldest friends, I swiftly made my way towards the bar, trying not to be grabbed by anyone else in the massive hall. Reaching the bar, I puffed some hair out of my eyes, signalling the bartender for a drink.”
“Busy night?” Baekhyun asked from next to me.
“I swear if I have to hear another story of how my married life will be spent inside the home, I am going to check into an asylum myself.” Jongdae laughed at me, passing a glass of champagne. “Where’s the rest of the boys?” I asked.
“Some are with their own partners, others are finding partners.” Jongdae wriggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, looking behind me, again for any sight of Kyungsoo.
“Speaking of partners, have you seen my fiancé anywhere?”
“I’m pretty sure he headed towards the back door, just down that corridor.” Baekhyun pointed to the hallway leading out towards the back of the venue. It had been closed off for tonight, but knowing Kyungsoo he had gone that way for a little bit of quiet. Downing my champagne, I waved to the two men, following the path to the corridor I was told to pursue.
The corridor itself was dark, and there were sort of seminar rooms down it, all with glass windows to see into the room, though I couldn’t see much as there were no lights down there. I hadn’t worn my contact lenses so I couldn’t make out any Kyungsoo type shapes. Thinking Baekhyun had sent me on a wild goose chase, I doubled back, deciding on trying the foyer instead. Before I reached the end of the corridor, a door to one of the rooms opened, and an arm pulled me in, closing the door and trapping me between their body and the door, their hand over my mouth to stop a scream.
“Y/n, it’s just me.” Kyungsoo’s deep voice rang out through the empty room, making my shoulders sag in relief. His hand moved from my face, allowing me to talk and breath,
“What were you thinking? I nearly died.” I over exaggerated, leaning my head back against the hard-wooden door behind me. Kyungsoo chuckles, his hands making their way to my waist.
“I was thinking that I would like a minute alone with my fiancé.”
“And you couldn’t just ask for that?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“This way was more fun.” Kyungsoo’s lips teased my own, leaving promise of a kiss.
“Why did you pull me in here Mr. Do?”
“I thought we could have a moment of peace, maybe make out a bit.” He shrugged.
“You sound like a teenager.” Laughing I shook my head at him.
“Mmmm maybe, but it sounds like a good idea, right?” Humming, Kyungsoo left kisses against the skin of my neck, his hands tickling shapes on the skin of my exposed back.
“well I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” My voice was breathy, as I revelled in the feel of his plush lips on my skin, trailing up towards my own lips. Soon enough they found my own, biting and sucking on them, hungry and wanting. Full of love yet full of want. His hands trailed lower, as mine trailed to his hair. Breaking away, we both breathed heavily, his kisses going back to my neck and collar bones, marking the skin there.
“We’re not seriously going to have sex here are we?” I breathed out.
“Don’t you want to?” Kyungsoo’s voice was hot and thick with need.
“I do, badly. But what if people find us? What if our parents find us?”
“This place is closed off; besides they’ll think we’re mingling, what do you say?” Kyungsoo looked me in the eyes, stopping his ministrations, and asking me for my consent. I thought it over for a minute, thinking about the risks before I came to my conclusion.
“Against the door or on the desk?” Kyungsoo’s mischievous smile bloomed on his face, before lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned me to the door.
“Both.”
. . .
Being brought up in a prestigious family with a lot of wealth had its perks. Take for example VIP access, flying in business class, all the holidays. But we were just wealthy, not famous. Sure, our family owned one of the biggest companies in the country, and I was in the fashion industry. But we weren’t public figures.
Yet here we were, Kyungsoo and I, taking part in a photo-shoot for an exclusive spread in a very popular magazine, that will be seen all over the world might I add. They had dressed me up in a flowy summer dress, Kyungsoo in a shirt and jeans, and placed us in front of a fountain.
“Is this necessary?” Kyungsoo pulled me into him, his eyebrow raising in question.
“I asked your mother the same thing when she booked this.” Resting my hands on his chest I rubbed our noses together, knowing that they were still taking pictures of the two of us.
“We’ve been here for six hours, we could’ve been doing other things.”
“Like what? Slouching on the couch watching re-runs and eating take out?” I teased.
“Sounds better doesn’t it.” Kissing me, we forgot about the cameras, and just indulged in each other. So in love at the mere ages of 23 and 25, how stupid were we?
. . .
The wedding was a year away, and with that I felt I had enough time to plan everything. Everything would be easy and we would have no problems. Apart from the hype of it all and the business of the engagement, things looked as if they would be an easy ride. That was my first mistake. The misconception of the whole situation set me up for failure, made me a fool because I was hopeful, determined. It was about a month or so after the engagement part, and things had started to settle down, so now I had been doing some wedding planning, and first on my list was the right dress. Seated at brunch, I was in between my mother and Kyungsoo’s, showing them each dress I had been considering for the wedding.
“I really want something one of a kind, something that is totally me, but also completely an individual creation.” I explained, the cup of tea in my hands warming me up.
“Well I think your choices are lovely, you have such an eye for beautiful fashion.” My mother-in-law praised. Thanking her, I poured both her and my own mother some more tea.
“Though this does bring me on to a topic that has been concerning me since I heard of your engagement to my son.” `Snapping my head up I placed the tea pot down, looking between the two women that sat in front of me.
“What situation?”
“Well you are a successful woman, you have done your parents proud, and I admire that, but obviously you will be marrying Kyungsoo, who will, your mother will agree with me, be inheriting your fathers company, he will be earning enough for the both of you.”
“Are you suggesting I give up work?” I asked her, hoping this wasn’t where she was headed.
“Well it would be wise, obviously you’ll have children and you’ll need to stay at home to look after them and be a good housewife to your husband.” I stared at Kyungsoo’s mother incredulously.
“You are suggesting I give up work?”
“Well it’s only right dear.” His mother shrugged at me.
“But I’ve worked so hard with this company, I made this company, I won’t just leave it.”
“it’s the responsible thing to do, we’ve all done it.” I looked at my mum for some help, but she only sipped her tea, nodding along to what my future mother-in-law had to say.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Do, but that isn’t even something I can consider right now.”
“I’m not saying you leave now, maybe just after the honeymoon, just think about it dear.” She tapped her maroon painted fingernails against the china tea cup. And before I could even insist that this was never going to happen, she had already moved on, speaking of whether lace or silk would be right for a dress.
Later that evening, I was sat across from Kyungsoo, in a small Italian restaurant. Our traditional date night, one we would never give up. Though this evening he seemed quiet, not muttering more than a couple sentences from the car journey here to now, half way through the meal. Kyungsoo was quiet, but never quiet with me. It was not in his character, and we weren’t fighting… well that’s what I thought.
“Kyungsoo, are you okay? Did something happen at work?” I twirled my spaghetti around my fork, only playing with my food as I looked at him. all I got was a sharp shake of his head in dismissal.
“Something had to have happened for you to be this quiet with me.” He audibly exhaled at my statement, now looking at me, placing his fork down, leaning back into his wooden chair. I mirrored him, placing down my own fork, waiting for what he was about to say.
“Do you not think before you speak?” His voice was deep and questionable, but I was bewildered and confused.
“Sorry?”
“Today you met with my Mother, and you told her resigning was something you would never consider.”
“Soo, this is about a small matter that happened this morning?” I sighed, thinking that he was overreacting.
“Don’t act nonchalant, what were you thinking talking to my Mother like that?”
“Like what?” It was evident I was shocked, I felt attacked and accused of doing something blasphemous.
“You were rude, to your own Mother-in-law, I knew you were outspoken and reckless in the old days, but how dare you think that is okay now.” His eyebrows furrowed into his stern expression he saved for his secretaries.
“I wasn’t rude at all, your mother told me to resign from my company, the company I had built myself, don’t you think that was rude?”
“Certainly not, it’s tradition for the wife to stay at home while her husband works, it’s always been like that within our families.” He crossed his arms, looking so confident in what he had just said.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me, you know how much this business means to me, and you very well know how I am the last person to conform to that delusional patriarchal view your family have going.”
“How dare you!” He looked bewildered and shocked, even though we both knew he understood my views on this so-called tradition long before he proposed.
“No Kyungsoo, how dare you, ow dare you think for one minute I would intentionally insult your mother, and how dare you think I would be stuck in that generation.” People around us were starting to stare, but I was so angry I couldn’t even feel self-conscious right now, all that was bubbling in my chest was anger and hurt. Pushing my chair back, I rose from my seat, pulling on my coat and picking up my bag.
“Where are you going?”
“Home, I don’t want to be humiliated anymore.” Walking away, I left the restaurant to lean against the side of his car. When he finally walked out, unlocking the car for us, I immediately got in, wanting to get home as fast as I can. But I knew it would never be avoided, we would have to address it at another point, but that point wasn’t now, wasn’t immediate.
The air between us had changed, changed to something different from anything else. I didn’t know it then, but it wasn’t the air, it was us. It was him. and sooner rather than later would I come to find out how much he had really changed.
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Believe [Jack Kline x OC]
My first original post on tumblr. This is exciting and terrifying at the same time. This has been hanging around in my ‘Writing’ folder for a few months and figured I should do something about it. I guess it was meant to be a oneshot, but it would be so easy to make it a more-than-one-shot.
It’s been a little while since I’ve had reliable WiFi to watch SPN on Netflix, so this is going to be pretty canon-divergent. Deal with it.
Title : Believe Pairing : Jack Kline x fem!OC Warnings : Nothing to bad, mentions of some serious homophobia and the death of a family member, some OOCness maybe Summary : Jack meets a girl while out for a walk. Basically some agnsty fluff I own nothing but my OC. Please be nice to me.
“Can I go outside?”
The question broke through the silence of the bunker.
It was late afternoon and it had been quiet all day. No one dared to do more than turn a page in a book or type on a laptop; none of the men wanted to jinx or break the calm that had settled over the unconventional home.
The question asked by the young Jack Kline had been the first words spoken in hours.
“Uh, yeah, Jack.” It was Sam Winchester who answered. “Go ahead.”
Grinning at the hunter’s words, the half-angel leapt to his feet and pulled on his jacket.
“Hey—Stay close,” the older Winchester called as Jack ascended the metal stairs to the door.
“I will, Dean,” Jack assured with a nod of his head. “I just want to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.”
Sam and Dean made soft grunts to indicate they heard the Nephilim, but they had already gone back to their respective quiet activities; Sam was reading a book (he was working his way through the series Game of Thrones was based on) and Dean was doing something on a laptop.
Once outside the bunker, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs rather than the stale air of the bunker. After looking around, contemplating in which direction to walk, he set off to the wooded area just across the dirt road the Impala roared down when the hunters came and went.
During his short life, Jack realized it was normal for one to spend time by themselves. Dean worked on his beloved Baby, Sam read fiction books, and Castiel left for short periods of time, side-stepping questions about where he had been. Jack read all the time, and he didn’t know anything about cars, so he opted for a Castiel-like approach; going off somewhere.
Like he told Sam he would, Jack stayed relatively close to the bunker, taking great care not to get lost. Every now and then, he reminded himself that he could simply pop back into the bunker with the powers that came along with his grace, but after some thought, the Nephilim chose the human way. He also chose not to think about his grace, aside from the errant thought. After spending so much time trying to gain more control over the power within him in the recent months, Jack wanted to take a break.
All I’ve done is give myself headaches and bloody noses and moved a pencil a few feet. Jack shoved his fists in his pockets and kicked a pine cone as the thought came across his mind.
Jack chose to focus on the trees and environment around him; with his heightened senses, he could see the small droplets of water on the leaves and suspended between pine needles. His feet made soft crunching sounds on the ground, and he found the sound oddly satisfying, almost calming. Now and then, the chatter of a squirrel or the song of a bird rang clear in his ears, causing Jack to stop walking and try to find the animal from which the sound came. The tiny creatures amazed him; they were so small, so breakable, yet the species continued to survive for millions or years of years.
While he listened to the song of a plump bird with an orange breast, Jack heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt on gravel in the distance. It was soon followed by the slam of a vehicle door. The bird flew away when the slam echoed through the woods, bouncing off trees in a way Jack found very distracting.
When Jack heard the footsteps stamping through the trees, his first impression was that the footsteps sounded angry. The angry footsteps began walking in the general direction of the half-angel, so he made a slight turn so his own path didn’t cross that of the angry footsteps.
It wasn’t until Jack stopped to watch a mother rabbit and her small brood under a tree that he noticed the angry footsteps were quite close. It wasn’t hard for his sharp eyes to make out the shape of the person stomping through the woods. They had their hands in fists at their side, shaking with absolute rage. His curiosity was piqued, but Jack hesitated in following—Sometimes people wanted to be alone, and, as Dean put it, Jack could be annoying at times.
He hadn’t even taken a step before a particular sound hit his ears; a sob. The angry footsteps belonged to a person who was crying. The sadness in that sob seemed to contradict the anger expressed in their cadence. Jack took a couple steps towards the sobbing, angry-footed person out of sympathy and curiosity, debating if he should approach them.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the calm.
Jack flinched in surprise at the sound. He quickly jogged towards the sound, questions flashing through his mind. Where they hurt? Was someone attaching them?
When he broke into a clearing, he took in the sight before him in a matter of seconds.
An octagonal sort of building, which was little more than a floor and roof held up with slim pieces of wood, a low railing was along the floor, and led into the railings of the three small steps. The owner of the angry footsteps was a girl. She looked about the same age as Jack’s body, but was much smaller—more petite. Her little hands where in tight fists, shaking at her sides as she leaned forward slightly as another scream ripped out of her throat.
When she stopped to take a ragged inhale, Jack spoke.
“Why are you screaming?”
The innocent question made the girl jump around and let out a short, high-pitched shriek. She looked at Jack with a tear-stained, confused face as she clutched her hands to her chest.
“I’m sorry,” the boy said earnestly, ducking his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The girl sniffed loudly, shaking her head. Her hands, no longer clutched to her chest, raked her hair back from her face, as the strands were getting stuck to her wet cheeks. “No, no it’s ok…I just wasn’t expecting anybody to be out here.”
Jack nodded at the explanation. “Why were you screaming?”
She let out a laugh that didn’t sound all that happy, and harshly wiped the tears from her face with the cuffs of her sweater. “I…I’ve had a very hard day, and-and I just had to scream. Let it all out, you know?”
The brunet boy simply tilted his head slightly to one side and furrowed his brows in confusion. “Did screaming help?”
The girl laughed again, but it sounded a little more genuine than the previous one. “I dunno…Kinda, I guess…Sure didn’t make me feel worse.”
There was a pause.
“I-I’m Harlow,” the girl said, moving to sit on the steps of the funny little building. She gave a tight-lipped smile that she tried to portray as genuine, but it made her look like she was in pain.
Jack realized he was supposed to say his name, now. “I’m Jack.”
Harlow had her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand. She sighed heavily. “What’er you doin’ way out here, Jack?”
Remaining where he stood at the edge of the trees, the Nephilim answered honestly. “I’m out for a walk, I wanted some fresh air. What about you?”
Curiously, Harlow didn’t answer Jack’s question. Instead, she looked around at the worn wooden building. “You know, my dad built this gazebo.”
“What’s a gazebo?” Jack asked innocently. The confused, disbelieving look on the girl’s face made him shift on his feet. “I…had a very sheltered upbringing.”
Sam had said something similar to a waitress while Jack was in awe of the honey-comb pattern in his waffle, having never had or seen one before.
Harlow seemed to accept the answer with a slight nod and gestured to the octagonal building behind her. “This is a gazebo…Well, it’s a very run down gazebo…My dad built it for his wedding to my mom—They got married way out here with just a priest, themselves, and a handful of close friends.”
Jack nodded, and slowly approached the gazebo. He raised a hand to touch one of the railings. It was covered in chipped varnish that flaked off at his touch, and at least two decades of dirt made a film over it. The railings on seven sides of the gazebo were held up by intricately carved flowers, spirals and spokes.
“This is a beautiful creation,” Jack commented. He found it amazing that the trees around Harlow and him could be turned into the small building—a gazebo—with human hands. “Your father is very talented.”
“Yeah, he really was.” Harlow’s voice was soft with emotion, but slightly raspy from her crying and screaming. She looked over her shoulder at the floor of the gazebo. She dragged her fingers through the dirt on the smooth floor, making pattern of wavy lines. “He’s gone now.”
Jack’s heart filled with sympathy once again. He took a step so he stood next to Harlow as she sat on the worn wooden steps. “My mother’s gone, too. She’s in Heaven now.”
“I’m sorry,” Harlow croaked out, coughing once and clearing her throat after. Jack could feel the honesty and warmth from her words, and it made him feel oddly safe. Her voice was smoother the next time she spoke. “How old were you?”
A conversation with Dean and Castiel came to Jack’s mind. They told him that he shouldn’t say some things to ‘normal’ people, his actual age being one of them. Because Jack didn’t want to outrightly lie to people, Dean told him about ‘half-truths.’ “She died when I was born.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.” Harlow was just as sincere as before, looking up at Jack with wide brown eyes. The color reminded Jack of whisky. When he held her gaze, Harlow’s cheeks turned pink and she looked down at her skirt. No longer holding each other’s gaze, the half-angel took the opportunity to look at Harlow more carefully.
She was a small human; shorter and slimmer than Jack was. Her hair was a deep, dark brown—almost black—and hung far past her shoulder blades in a natural way. There were some pins stuck in the thick waves, and Jack could smell something vaguely chemical from her hair; Harlow apparently wanted to tame her brunette mane with product and pins. He had an inkling that it would look much nicer if she had left it in its natural state. She was dressed quite formally in a black skirt, a white collared shirt under a black sweater, sheer black tights, and black shoes that were probably once shiny, but stomping through the woods had made them less so.
Harlow looked up at Jack again.
He had been caught staring, felt an uncomfortable heat creek up is cheeks, and he pursed his lips whist trying to smile. While Harlow’s irises were a warm whisky brown, her eyes were red and puffy. He recalled the sobs he heard earlier. “Why were you crying?”
She looked down at her hands, picking at the pale purple varnish on her fingernails. Harlow’s gaze flickered to Jack, and a smile tugged at her lips briefly. She sniffled. “You can sit down, you know. Don’t have to stand around like scarecrow.”
Although he didn’t completely understand what he meant, Jack sat on the steps next to the human girl. He was significantly taller than Harlow even while sitting; the top of her head was level with his shoulder.
Neither spoke as Jack settled on the squeaky step and the silence continued for a while after. He supposed that she would speak when she was ready, so he admired the woods while he waited.
“I came here from my brother’s funeral,” Harlow said, seeming to answer Jack’s question. She began picking at her nail polish more aggressively. “We were really close…He was my best friend, really. I’m having a hard time trying to imagine my life without him.”
“I’m sorry.” Jack parroted the words she’d said earlier, but with the same sympathy and earnestness she had.
Harlow let out a gross sniffle, wiped her nose and mouth with her sleeve and shrugged. “He’s with our dad now, I guess…Better him be there with him than here with our mom.”
“What do you mean?” Jack asked, both curious and confused by her words. Even if Harlow’s brother was in Heaven, how was it preferable to remaining living?
“My mom is very religious, and Beau, my brother, was gay,” Harlow mumbled, glancing to Jack, who still had a confused look on his face. She managed a small smile of amusement and let out a chuckle. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about being sheltered, were you?”
Jack’s cheeks turned pink, and he looked at his lap with a closed lipped, embarrassed smile.
“Beau was homosexual. He liked boys, not girls. Romantic-liking, you know?” Harlow explained briefly, then trailed off. She sighed heavily. “Beau liked boys and not girls like my mom said he should…He liked boys, and my mom just hated him for it.”
Jack nodded slowly as he absorbed and processed the information. “What does your mother’s religious beliefs have to do with her hating your brother for being gay?”
“Oh, I am not the right person to ask about that.” Harlow had a wry, bright smile on her face. “I’m an atheist.”
She preemptively answered the question she just knew Jack would ask. “I don’t believe in it—Religion, I mean. None of them. I don’t think there’s any higher power out there with some master plan for everyone.”
Before he could stop himself, Jack blurted out a question. “What about angels?”
Harlow shrugged. “I believe in what I can see, and I’ve never seen a guy in a white robe with a halo and fluffy wings.”
Jack remained quiet. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Harlow’s words; she didn’t believe in half of him. But, she also didn’t know she didn’t believe in half of him. As far as she was concerned, Jack was as human as she was. Suddenly, the Nephilim had an illuminating thought. With her, he could be human. They could have a human, uncomplicated, natural friendship. No angels or demons, no angel blades—It was very hard for Jack not to smile at the idea; a normal friendship.
The human girl had nearly removed all the nail polish on her right hand, so she turned to her tights, beginning to pick at the thin strands. Quickly, there was a large run over the left knee. “She said it was good he was dead.”
The half-angel’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“At Beau’s wake…People get up and say all sorts of nice things, you know? Well, everyone had great things to say about him. He was really smart, played football in school, and he volunteered at the animal shelter on the weekends. His football coach talked, most of his teachers, the guy who oversaw his volunteer hours at the shelter, all of his friends—Everyone was crying because he—Beau was so good and he’s gone.” Harlow sniffled, and roughly wiped her hands over her face. “Then dear old mom stood at the podium, and in front of everybody—There had to be a hundred people crammed into that room—She-She says she’s glad Beau is dead and-and now he can’t embarrass our family anymore and that the Devil was whispering in his ear and that he’s-he’s burning in Hell and-and she’s happy about it!”
Jack could only watch helplessly as the human girl dissolve into tears.
Suddenly, the Nephilim felt something rub against his grace. Curious, Jack reached out carefully, and he nearly gasped at what he felt.
He was feeling Harlow’s soul.
Because of the grace he possessed from his angelic side, Jack had the ability to feel people’s souls. He couldn’t naturally feel anything, but because he was tuned into humans in a way that angels were not, if he focused hard enough, or a person was feeling hard enough, flickers of the soul would peek out and his grace could feel it. He spent a lot of time with Sam and Dean, so feeling flickers of their ragged, resilient energy was common for Jack.
That was nothing like Harlow’s soul.
Harlow’s soul was bright; Jack swore it was illuminating her eyes from within her. Her soul was bright, kind, and warm. When his grace brushed up against the aura of Harlow’s soul, he felt like he’d just drank a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day; it warmed him from the inside. Seeing someone with such a pure soul expressing such utter sadness broke his heart. This wasn’t a flicker like Jack had felt before, this was like Harlow’s soul was exploding from her petite body and his grace was just standing in the way.
“Can I hug you?”
Still crying, Harlow looked at him. She was a bit surprised, but nodded slowly. She turned a bit to face Jack and leaned her body towards his until her forehead was resting on his shoulder. Jack wrapped both arms around Harlow, carful not to squeeze too hard. She didn’t wrap her arms around him in return like he expected. He was about to let her go, but the comfort and thankfulness that bled through her soul and into Jack’s grace prompted him to hang on. He moved his thumb up and down over Harlow’s sweater-clad arm. He’d seen couples embrace on TV in a similar way; he copied them farther by gently resting his chin on the crown of the human girl’s head. Harlow eventually embraced him back, her hands coming to rest on his sides, under his jacket. The heat from her palm seeped through the white t-shirt he wore.
As if the universe knew what needed to happen, when Harlow’s hand touched Jack, only a thin layer of cotton between them, the Nephilim felt her soul more intensely than anything he’d ever experienced. It was like her hand touched his grace, not him, and the contact made Jack shiver in an unfamiliar way. He hugged Harlow closer in response, his eyes closing and brows furrowing as the feeling consumed him. The power he struggled to contain and control was calm. He no longer felt like a glass bottle struggling to keep the cork from bursting out the neck, or that there was an inner battle raging inside him with each side urging him to make a good or bad choice. He felt at peace. Harlow’s soul felt warm in comparison to the comfortable temperature of his grace, and he couldn’t recall a moment he felt so normal.
After some time, became used to the feeling and Jack felt like he needed to say something. “I’m sorry what your mother said made you cry.”
The human let out a teary laugh. “You’re a special guy, Jack. Anyone ever tell you that before?”
He nodded in response, his chin moving against her hair. “They have, yes.”
That made Harlow laugh even more, genuine laughter. She leaned back and again wiped her face with her cuff. “I’m sorry to just…To unload all this on you. If you’re walking through the woods alone, you must be going through your own stuff.”
Jack’s brows furrowed as he thought. “I’m not really supposed to tell people about it.”
“I get it,” Harlow sighed softly, very aware that although Jack had dropped one arm, his other remained over her shoulders. She scooted closer to him; the sun we setting and the temperature was dropping, and Jack absolutely radiated warmth. “According to my mom, I’m not supposed to tell anybody that Beau is gay. But it’s not like he kept it a secret, most people knew anyway.”
“If you’re not supposed to talk about it, why’d you tell me?” Jack asked curiously. “If my father told me not to talk about something, I wouldn’t.”
“No, no I get it,” Harlow mumbled, playing with the run in her tights. It spanned her knee and up her thigh. “But sometimes things are just too…They’re just too heavy and you just gotta tell someone.”
Jack nodded, his thumb still moving slowly against Harlow’s shoulder.
“Given all that…I gotta ask that you don’t tell anybody about what I told you.” She seemed ashamed that she had to ask that of him.
“I won’t,” Jack assured her, a closed lipped smile on his face.
Harlow smiled, this time it was playful. “Pinky promise?”
Looking between her face, and the hand held towards him with a pinky finger, with the remains of the light purple varnish around her cuticle, extended from a closed fist. “What’s a pinky promise?”
Harlow smiled softly at his naiveite. “It’s like…It’s like a stronger promise. Just wrap your pinky around mine.”
The Nephilim put his hand out in the same position as Harlow’s and curled his little finger around hers. Jack glanced at her for approval, which was given by way of Harlow’s gentle smile and nodding head. She shook their interlocked fingers once, then let his go. “Congratulations, Jack. You just took part in your first pinky promise.”
Jack responded by grinning wide, making Harlow smile as well. She eventually blushed and ducked her head. “You know, I probably should’a left a while ago…I should technically be at the stupid buffet planned after the wake.”
“Why didn’t you go earlier, then?”
The human girl looked away shyly. “I dunno…I like talking with you…Makes me feel happy, and I’m not happy very often.”
Jack’s grin turned into a softer smile; he was honored Harlow felt that way, but when she said she wasn’t happy very often, his concern grew. He watched Harlow tuck her hair behind her ear; Jack saw four earrings in the revealed ear. Two small gold stars, a small dark blue stone, and at the top curve of her ear, was a small gold hoop. “I’m happy I can make you feel happy.”
Harlow looked Jack in the eye. Her whisky irises were still swimming in red, but were brighter than before. “Good.”
It was quiet for some time after that, both Jack and Harlow feeling comfortable in each other’s silence as they sat on the gazebo steps. The sun was just a sliver on the horizon now, but neither felt the urge to leave right away.
The human was the one to break the silence. “I really should go now.”
“I should return home as well,” Jack admitted.
After taking a second to compose herself, Harlow got up. She let out a little disgruntled sound that Jack found very amusing as she inspected her tights. He stood as well and watched as she took her phone and car keys from the gazebo floor.
“Can I see you again?” Jack asked, smiling hopefully at the human girl.
She shyly smiled back and bit her bottom lip so she didn’t smile. The boy looked like a puppy, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands at his sides, eyes shining and brown hair flopping over his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’d like that…What’s your number?”
Jack stopped his puppy-like antics, and looked from Harlow with his confused, slightly tilted face. “What number?”
Harlow laughed a little, ducking her head. “You phone number, Jack.”
“Oh,” he said, nodding in understanding. “I don’t have a phone.”
The human girl smiled wider and nodded after a moment of thought. “That actually doesn’t surprise me at all.”
“Can we meet here again? At your gazebo?” Jack looked hopefully to Harlow, and there was no way she was going to find the willpower to deny the sweet boy.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
“Great! Can you come back tomorrow?” Jack was grinning once again and radiating hope. “Same time?”
Harlow nodded, her cheeks pink, and spoke softly. “Yeah…See ‘ya tomorrow, Jack.”
“See you tomorrow Harlow!” Jack responded enthusiastically.
The Nephilim stood by the gazebo, waving briefly, as the human girl walked away. He stood there until he couldn’t see Harlow’s dark brown hair through the trees anymore. A few minutes later, a vehicle door opened and closed. Jack let out a sigh as the sound of an engine and tires on gravel faded into the distance.
“Hey kid,” Dean greeted, hardly looking up from the book open before him. “How was your walk?”
“Very nice,” Jack answered, trying to suppress his smile. “I’m going on another one tomorrow.”
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Part 11
“You disappeared on us.”
Hours and hours had gone by into the flight with nothing but silent people and the odd hum of the ship.
It was a space plane, set with three columns of seat rows. I had a window seat, eyes glued to all that passed outside. Passed. I don't think passed is the right word, because nothing passed since we went by Zi'inra's surprisingly blue moon. The fathomless depth of the stars drew me in and didn't let go. It created a buzzing, bottomless pit of emotion in my stomach that I didn't quite know how to interpret. I just slapped the labels fear and excitement on it and called it good.
When we took off, Pilot seemed like he wanted to give a speech, something to pep us up. But all he could muster was, “Well, this will certainly be the most memorable class since the first.”
And then it was just silent. Riche'e sat next to me, and after we exchanged a quiet smile, neither of us said anything. Until, that statement.
“You disappeared on us,” he said again less than a second later.
I took a deep breath and nodded for a long time. “Yeah, I did that, huh.”
“I mean, you just—” He raised his eyebrows, then he rubbed his hands together and shot one out in front of us. “You were on top of people, and then you just vanished.”
“Yeah… Sorry. I think I stopped thinking.” I cleared my throat. “But you look like you got out of it alright. Not a scratch.” From what skin I could see, he looked just as good as I did. “Or little enough the medicine in the camp helped.”
His face twisted into a funny, furrow-browed, sidelong smile. Look, okay, I know there was a more accurate way to say that sentence, and I probably knew the words, but give me a break.
“No, I was very lucky.” He poked at his upper arm; he brushed the fabric of his jacket smooth. “My arm is all kinds of terrible colors from falling on it, but that’s the worst I got. Kama was luckier. The only thing that stopped her from being killed was her abilities.” Hah, telekinesis sure would be a useful skill to have when things are flying at you from all sides.
I looked around, looking through the seats to see if she was anywhere nearby. “Those guys in the argument made it seem like the Cerras do not like the galaxy or something. Is that true?”
He shook his head, but I could see him tense up as he very obviously tried to keep a neutral tone. “They’re… They’re independent and proud. They have their own space program that they’re loyal to—” CASA, then? “—so they rarely bother with Zega. But I have no idea why they would do this.”
“Zega,” I lowered my voice. “Pilot and my father were fighting and they said—”
“Mansheon!!” A random shout from rows ahead of us triggered a sudden cacophony around the cabin.
Seemingly everyone went for a window on our side— I don't know what port and starboard is. Everyone crowded the right side of the ship. Riche'e and I were pressed against the wall as more heads and bodies appeared beside us, eyes peeled on the space outside.
The planet was bright, but smaller than a pea when I managed to pick it out of the sky. I don’t know how that other person was able to see it before then. But it didn’t stay small for long. In less than a minute, it grew larger and larger until it was taking up the entire window, giving us a good view as the ship slowed down.
And it was gorgeous. It was mostly green, and seemed to be mostly land instead of water. The green came in countless shades, from deep emerald to almost yellow-brown. The farther away from water, the lighter the green was. From our view, I could see three massive seas, with countless smaller ones spread between them. But the most interesting feature I could see was an insane spot of pinkish brown. In a place where it looked like there were no lakes or seas or water of any kind, there was a desert so large I wondered how it compared to the Sahara.
“That was fast,” I mumbled.
Just an inch away—too, too close—Riche’e chuckled. “You never flew with your parents?”
“Yeah, but—that’s a different situation.” Yes, Atlyana had me accompany her on one of her jobs before. I went to another planet, I don’t remember which one, but I was so stuck in my try-to-be-the-worst phase that I didn’t pay attention to anything. God, I wish I had now. “I thought it would take a couple days, not jols.”
“Space travel would suck if it took days and days to get to Mansheon,” someone said above us.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Doesn’t it take days to get to the moon on Earth? I can’t believe I get to experience this!
“Yes, there she is,” Pilot called our attention to the front of the cabin. He was watching us all with a smile. “This is your new home for the next loliel and beyond.”
People started cheering.
“Preparing for descent,” a voice said over the intercom.
“Arlyxe, listen up. Take your seats.” Pilot made his voice firm in an informative tone. The Zega recruits complied. “I’m willing to bet most of you have never been to Mansheon before. Mansheon is the largest colonized planet in our galaxy. That means you will experience gravity like you never have before. For lack of better words, it will be heavy.”
At a chime, he sat down as well strapping himself into a chair. The rest of us strapped as well.
“If you’ve been here before, you’ll know what to expect,” he continued. “But you’ve just spent time on one of the smallest planets in the galaxy.” Oh, god. I spent years on the one of the smallest planets in the galaxy.
He stopped talking as we made our descent. The ship gently shook as we went. Outside, space gave way to atmosphere and...flames? Or sparks? It was a mesmerizing light show, either way. Streaks of white and yellow and orange as we went. And then it passed in seeming seconds. The view became the most stunning blue. Then clouds. Then a cloudy sky and cities as far as I could glimpse out of the corner of my eye.
I braced for the heavy gravity, but it never seemed to come.
Five minutes later, we were parked in a shipyard, or a spaceport. There was silence again as we waited. The odd hum of the ship from before became a definite thrumming in the air. I could feel it pulsing from head to toe, and back up again. It wasn’t long until my head started hurting.
Pilot stood and faced us again.
“Where’s the gravity?” I just barely heard someone him ask.
“Oh, just you wait,” he answered. “Most of you feel the ship’s artificial gravity working right now. That’s because it’s old and the generators don’t work properly, but it’s also why I love using this vessel for new recruits. While the generators are on, you feel the equivalent of Copan gravity. That’s Zi’inra and a half.” I wondered if that compared to Earth. Or was Zi’inra like Earth? Why couldn’t I know this in Earth terms?!
“The generators will shut off gradually. Brace yourself.”
And they did. The thrumming and humming slowly stopped and I felt like an invisible hippo was sitting down on me with its full weight.
Groans sounded off from across the cabin. I looked at Riche’e, and his eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched. He was sagging.
“Is this your first time to Mansheon?” I forced out. I tried to relax, but tensed up as much a him, resting my head back against the seat. That didn’t even begin to help relieve the pressure I was feeling. My eyes even felt different.
“No,” he breathed. “But I was a kid last time.”
“Does that make it worse or better now?”
“No raqyn clue.”
Pilot was barely standing in an aisle, bent over to the side and holding on to one of the chairs.
“This—this is your first challenge as a Zega recruit:” He was trying to sound like the gravity was hardly getting to him. He started walking down the aisle, using chair after chair to help him. “Carry yourself, plus yourself, to the building just a field-length away.”
We have to do it by ourselves? I suppose I should get used to this kind of thing.
“Do not let the word challenge fool you,” he said, further down the aisle. “If you need help, speak out immediately. You will injure yourself again doing this, especially if you need assistance. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone yet.” Him saying that reminded me that most of these people were already injured from the attack on Zennae. Why would they force injured people to do this?
Please, someone, just come and carry me. I did not want to force myself to stand in this gravity. I listened to the chorus of groans grow louder as recruits began to pull themselves up and slowly follow Pilot toward the back of the ship. It was like watching vocal zombies shuffle along single file.
Riche’e and I reached for the chair backs in front of us at the same time. I waited for him to pull himself up. I’m smaller than him. I may not be as fit as he looks to be, but being smaller has to count for something, right? It didn’t feel like it. Once he was up, he looked to me, obviously waiting for me to move.
I don’t want to! Adding my voice to the chorus, I pulled with my arms and pushed with my legs, an effort I never had to make so consciously in my life before that moment. It took three attempts and Riche’e somehow mustering the strength to help me before I was standing. I think I said thank you out loud, but I really don’t know.
It was even a conscious effort to keep my eyes open once we joined the shuffling. And doing that made the slight headache I felt from the artificial gravity become a full-on head splitter.
It turned out the field-length Pilot mentioned was no more than one or two hundred feet to the building. But that was one or two hundred feet too many. Several people stood outside the ship, looking ready to help anyone who asked or just even looked like they were about to to fall over. Benches were scattered about all in our path. It seemed like whoever built the spaceport knew exactly that they should take initial steps into account.
“The first-day barracks are gravitationally isolated,” one of the people said. I didn’t have the wherewithal to appreciate how cool that sentence actually was. “Over the next ten days, you’ll be gradually acclimated to Mansheon and you’ll be ready to take on the universe!” Hah, thanks dude. “For now, all you need to do is get from here to there.”
I wanted to sit down on one of the benches so bad. And even though Pilot made it clear I should give in to that impulse, I did not. I knew that I would not get back up again. I could (and should) ask one of the helpers to drag me along, but—according to Pilot back in the survivors camp—I was the only actually healthy person here. I could make it, I could make it.
I wanted to ask Riche’e how his arm was doing, but I felt that if I tried to talk, I would lose concentration on standing and moving and breathing and one of those things would stop.
I don’t know how long it actually took to get to the building but it felt like an eternity.
And oh, the blessed relief that could be felt as soon as I made it through those open doors. The hippo was lifted from my shoulders, I could breathe and I could move. It was so freeing I almost felt woozy all of a sudden. There were couches and chairs set in groups all around the warmly decorated room we all walked into. The groans turned into thankful sighs and most of us found a seat there. I knew I’d be able to get up from that couch… in an hour or two.
There was a woman leaning on a tall desk, watching us spill in and about with the most powerful look of amusement written all over her face. She locked eyes with me and beamed with an ear-to-ear and toothy smile.
“Welcome to Mansheon!”
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