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sceletaflores · 1 year ago

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Advantage, Duncan.

pairing: stanford!tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: tashi duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. after that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

—or: tashi needs you to understand that she doesn't give a fuck about patrick.

word count: 2.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (only barely but fem!receiving), somewhat public sex (in a locker room lmao), cheating but not really, love confessions kind of, lowkey manipulative!tashi but barely, patrick getting shit on like always, porn with a dash of plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: back on my wlw cheater bullshit! so glad to be here! i centered this whole fic around a locker room sex scene. it just sort of spiraled into this cause you know i love being messy. once again no one requested this i'm being selfish lmao but i need more tashi fics on my masterlist! hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.

Tashi’s sneakers squeak quietly as she makes her way back to the locker room. Sweat drying on her brow and adrenaline still buzzing in her veins despite the match being over. It was an easy win, Northridge had been slipping down the ranks the longer the season went on and the girl had a shit backhand.

The first thing Tashi did after shaking hands and posing for pictures was text you. She left the locker room door cracked open for you. The thought of you sitting there alone waiting patiently for her behind that door made her almost giddy enough to skip the rest of the way down the hall.

This was something like a tradition for you guys now, meeting in the locker room after her matches. Something that started a little after the two of you met a couple months ago. It was the last tournament she had before the fall semester started. The court was owned by some snobby Northern California country club that your dad happened to be president of. He stuck you in the ball crew for the summer so he could watch you keep you busy and make sure you stayed out of trouble, joke's on him.

You were the first thing she noticed the second she stepped on the court, but how could she not? You in your cute flowy linen shorts and matching white top. A light blue visor strapped to your head. Tashi immediately got why guys have that primal, desperate urge to impress pretty girls they just met. She showed off more in that match than she had in a long time, running the girl on the other end of the court ragged.

Tashi wanted you to notice her, to see how dominating she was, to be impressed by her. Every time she hit a perfect shot, her eyes would dart to you, checking if you were watching, and you were.

You were practically gawking at her, eyes all wide and admiring as your head snapped back and forth with every smack of the ball.

It was perfect, you were gravitating towards her more with every new set exactly like she wanted you to. By the time she won you were watching her with stars in your eyes, gaze trailing after her every move like you were a sunflower and she was the sun. And even though lots of people have looked at her that way, you were the only one she looked back at. It made Tashi’s skin buzz with something she’d never felt outside of tennis.

She was swept away for pictures and press before she could talk to you, but there was a party later that night thrown in honor of the players at the club's banquet hall. Tashi was standing at the bar when you slid up next to her, introducing yourself with adoration swirling in your eyes and a shy smile on your glossy lips. Tashi let herself smile right back as she shook your hand for a little longer than normal.

Two hours later and she had you in one of the hall’s many bathrooms with your Dior dress hiked up around your hips and her tongue on your pussy. She can still remember every detail of that moment. The fruity notes of your perfume, the way you tasted, how sweetly you moaned her name with your voice so breathy and desperate.

Tashi Duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. After that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

Now, as she pushed open the locker room door and saw you sitting on the long bench in the center of the room, just like always, she felt a surge of possessiveness and longing. The sight of you waiting for her, so patient and devoted, made something dangerously close to love burn hot in her chest.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, standing up to greet her. You’re wearing one of her shirts, DUNCANATOR stretched across your chest in blocky red letters.

She dropped her bag at her feet, quickly crossing the room until she was close enough to pull you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck. She was still sweaty but you didn’t care, arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.

“I missed you,” she murmured, her voice a little too intense, her grip a little too tight.

You laugh, your hands giving her shoulders a tiny squeeze. “It’s only been like an hour, Tash.”

An hour felt like a whole year to her at this point. Tashi hated being away from you, hated not knowing what you were doing, who you were with, what you were thinking. She wanted to be the center of your world, just like you were so quickly becoming the center of hers. Steadily elbowing tennis inch by inch just to try and make enough room in her heart for something else.

Tashi pulled away from you, taking a second to scan her eyes over your face. You were so beautiful, so perfect and sweet for her. She raised her hand to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping across the skin of your cheekbone a few times. You were flushed from sitting out in the sun, skin warm and soft to the touch.

She leans in without thinking, pressing her lips against yours. You taste like coconut lip balm and Pepsi. Tashi’s hand tightens its hold on your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. She felt you sigh contently against her lips, lazily kissing back as easy as anything. Tashi felt like if she focused hard enough, that she could feel your heartbeat pounding where your chest met hers.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip, her hands making their way down to the small of your back to slip her fingertips under the waistband of your shorts. Your lips parted the slightest bit before you were pulling away with a small whine, pushing off her shoulders to create distance between the two of you. Tashi let her hands fall from your body as you take a small step backwards, immediately missing the warmth you took with you.

She was confused by the sudden shift in your mood until she saw the look on your face. The absolute picture of guilt, your brows furrowed enough to make a tiny crease in the middle of your forehead with your lip drawn between your teeth. Your eyes are droopy and sad as you wearily gaze at her from a few feet away. Tashi suppresses the overwhelming urge to sigh, brow raised as she stares back at you, waiting.

“I…” you trail off, wrapping your arms around yourself slowly. “I actually needed to talk to you, Tashi.”

‘Here we go.’ She thinks dryly, internally rolling her eyes. She can already tell she’s going to have to talk you down, again. She really should have expected this, you bringing up Patrick, you’ve done it enough times to be a trend. It’s been so long since the last time you said anything she was hoping you finally dropped it, apparently not.

Tashi doesn’t respond right away, just tilting her head slightly as she watches you. You shuffle uncomfortably in place, your eyes looking anywhere but her. She can see you take a steadying breath, trying to hype yourself up before you speak again.

“This is wrong,” Your voice is unconvincing, meek and soft. Tashi would laugh if she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “What we’re doing, it’s wrong. It’s not fair to poor Patrick.”

It’s almost funny, how genuine you're being, how bad you truly feel for Patrick.

Poor, poor Patrick. Yeah fucking right.

‘Poor Patrick’ is on tour right now probably sticking his dick in anyone that’ll let him. He’s nothing. A momentary lapse in judgment when you and Tashi went a few weeks without talking. She was hurt and vulnerable, two things she’s not used to feeling. She needed to feel in control of something again to stop her from going crazy, Patrick was easy enough.

When the two of you started talking again, she shut that shit down immediately. She was reminded of what a monumental waste of time Patrick is and pushed him to the furthest, most unimportant corner of her brain. She didn’t need him anymore, not when she had you again.

Tashi finally lets out a small sigh, more out of impatience than exasperation. She steps closer, her gaze hardening. "You really think he cares?" Her voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge to it. "Patrick doesn't need your pity. He's fine. He always is."

Your eyes widen at her words, the guilt on your face deepening. "But—"

“No.” Tashi cuts you off sharply, jaw set stubbornly. “Listen to me, Patrick is nothing. He’s just dick. He’ll never be more than just dick.” She takes another step towards you, closing the gap you made. “He doesn’t care about us, about this.” She motions between the two of you, her voice raising slightly as she speaks.

You swallow hard, arms tightening around yourself defensively as you stare at her with watery eyes.

Tashi's whole demeanor softens, the anger draining from her body at the hurt look on your face. She would never speak to you like that, it’s just Patrick that really pisses her off. He’s not even here and he’s still managing to fuck with her. She steps even closer, her hand reaching out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look at her.

Your name falls from her lips, warm and wrapped in velvet, her thumb traces along your bottom lip slowly. "We have something real," she whispers fiercely, grip tightening on your chin just a fraction. "Something he could never understand. Don't let him ruin that. Don't let him ruin us."

You nod slowly, eyes big and shiny with unshed tears. It’s not good enough, Tashi can tell that you’re still apprehensive. You’re still worried, still guilty even with her reassurance. She can’t have that. If she doesn’t get you to drop this, you’ll let it consume you enough to try something stupid, like leaving her. Tashi refuses to let that even be an option.

If she can’t convince you with words, she can convince you through her actions.

Tashi needs to drive home the point that sparing Patrick’s feelings isn’t something you need to be worried about, clearly tough love isn’t going to work on you. If she has to get on her knees to help make you understand, then she will.

She leans in slowly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your breath catches slightly, held for only a second before you finally relax. Not completely, just enough for her to feel it. She keeps going, dragging kisses from your cheek up to your ear.

“Patrick is nothing compared to you.” she whispers directly into your ear, dropping your chin to start sliding her hand slowly down your front. “You’re so much better than him,” her hand stops at the hem of your shorts, tugging the button open with one sharp yank. You gasp sharply, hand flying up to grip her bicep tightly. Your eyes flick to the door, open and unlocked, but you’re not pushing her away, not trying to stop her.

Tashi leans down, trailing kissing across the soft skin of your throat. “You’re everything.” She slips her hand into your shorts and down the front of your soft panties, her fingertips barely graze the slick skin of your pussy before you’re moaning.

“Fuck.” your hand squeezes her arm tighter, nails digging little crescent moons into her skin as she slides her index finger through the wetness gathering at your entrance.

You’re so wet, completely drenching her hand in seconds. She teases you, barely pushing her finger past your tight hole as she licks a dirty stripe up the center of your throat. You whine, a desperate, too loud noise that bounces off the walls. Slowly, she breaches your entrance, sinking her finger up to the knuckle in the tight warmth of your pussy.

She watches you, takes in the needy look on your pretty face. So worked up for a single finger, so desperate for it that your hips cant down to get her deeper inside you. The wet squelch of her finger thrusting in and out of you sounds even dirtier, amplified by the room's echo.

“You’re so beautiful.” Her tone is soft but final, like she’s stating a fact. She stares at you as she fucks her finger faster in and out of your fluttering pussy, gaze intense and unwavering. You stare back like a deer in headlights, silent except for the sharp pants falling from your slick, parted lips. That’s okay, you don’t need to do any of the talking anyway.

Tashi nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone once before she’s dropping to her knees on the cold concrete. Her greedy hands gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down your legs roughly, your lilac panties quickly follow. You gasp sharply, the cool air of the room hitting your bare pussy. “Tash-”

Tashi cuts you off, leaning forward to slip your clit between her lips. You throw your head back, your loud moan echoing through the room. She swirls her tongue over the sensitive skin of your clit, exactly how you like it. You’re already so worked up, she knows this won’t take long.

Her mouth works you over expertly, licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your dripping pussy. She teases the tip of her tongue along your clenching hole, so desperate to be filled by the strap sitting in a old box on the highest shelf of her closet. Her thighs clench at the thought, you bouncing on her dick, wrecked and spent on the sheets of her bed. She pushes the idea to the back of her mind, you always have later for that. Right now, she’s focused on making you come on her tongue.

Tashi can tell you’re getting close. Your breathing changes, gets heavier, even more little moans and whines falling from your lips each time her nose presses against your clit just right. Your fingers slide into her hair as you start to roll your hips, chasing her mouth.

“God, Tashi–!” Your thighs shake on either side of her head, hands twisting her hair in your grip roughly. “Shit, yes–fuck! I’m gonna come–” Your hips start to grind against her tongue even faster as you got closer to the edge.

Tashi lets you use her face to get off, her hands sliding up and down the side of your thighs soothingly as you come. She works you through your orgasm, her tongue sliding along your sensitive skin until you’re physically pulling her away.

Tashi presses one last kiss to your hip before she stands, pulling your shorts and panties back up your legs as she does. You’re still trying to catch your breath, leaning up against the lockers as she buttons your zipper for you. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your eyes are glossed over and hazy. She smiles, giving you a soft kiss with your release still coating her lips and tongue. You kiss back regardless, slow and sweet like molasses.

Tashi pulls away first, giving your cheek a quick tap before stepping away to pick up her bag up off the floor. “Come on,” she offers you her hand, nodding her head towards the door. “Let’s go get frozen yogurt.”

You smile, making your way across the room to slide your hand into hers. Tashi goes to push the door open, but you stay in place, tugging her hand back. When she turns to face you, there’s a look on your face she hasn’t seen before. “You’re everything too.”

Your tone is so sincere, so genuine that she feels her heart grow three sizes. Your eyes sparkle as you stare at her like she’s a God. It’s exactly what she wanted. She smiles, giving your hand a hard squeeze and finally dragging you out of the locker room.

Duncan: Game, Set, Match.

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jikooklove9795 · 28 days ago

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Helloooo! I loveee Jk and Jimin. Actually I love all 7 of them. They are interesting individuals and immensely talented as a group. My question is about Jikook. I watched hickeygate (very funny and iconic moment in their story). I have seen other pics of JK with hickeys but zero for Jimin??? What gives??? Hahahaha

Hi 😊

Yes! BTS is incredibly special. Their sincerity and strength have created a lasting impact that goes far beyond music. I'm so glad I got to know about them!

Now, let's dive into your ask! Ready?

So you're saying Jimin is the giver? Well, let's see. We have seen him kiss Jungkook's neck several times. But here's the real kicker, the two times Jungkook was undeniably spotting hickeys it was Jungkook himself who pointed it out. So, it is more like Jungkook loves to draw attention to the fact that Jimin leaves marks on his body.

The first time we saw a hickey on Jungkook was in that car pic, back in December 2016. And get this: he was the one who posted it. We wouldn't have known about this otherwise.

Back to the pic, Jungkook's sitting there with a dazed, sultry expression, and boom, a very obvious hickey on his neck.

And here’s where it gets even more interesting. Remember that Dec 2016 Jinjikook VLive? Toward the end, Jimin asks if he can leave to go to his room with the phone while still on live but Jin says no since he borrowed that phone for that particular live. You can actually see Jimin seriously contemplating running off with it anyway. And you can see how Jungkook pulls out his own phone already anticipating what Jimin's gonna do.

Jimin tries to bolt, but Jungkook holds him back by the waist. And here’s the hilarious part, Jimin turns around and asks Jin why he’s holding him back, even though he clearly knows it’s Jungkook. Yeah, Jimin let's make it more obvious with you acting oblivious.

Then Jungkook says, “I took a good selfie,” and pulls up a pic on his phone

As soon as Jimin sees it, he changes instantly. Like, zero hesitation. He says, “I won’t go.” Just like that. Jungkook, looking smug, doesn’t even show the pic to the fans after all that hype. The live ends but the chaos doesn't.

Because later that night, Jungkook posts that exact pic on BTS' official X acc. The one with the dazed, sultry look and the hickey front and center

At that point, do we need to guess who gave him that hickey? The way Jungkook used that pic to make Jimin stay and the way Jimin instantly backed down? That pic said everything.

The second time Jungkook was spotted with a hickey, he didn't want to play the code game anymore. So, he flat-out said who gave it to him. If he didn’t want us to know, he easily could’ve covered it up, brushed it off as a mosquito bite, or joked it away. But no, that’s not what he wanted.

He wanted us to know it was from Jimin.

Because seriously, what was he thinking, showing up to rehearsals together with Jimin, proudly displaying that hickey like a badge of honor, and then casually explaining the whole backstory? A very gay backstory at that. And let’s not forget: he wouldn’t even let anyone else touch it. Only Jimin.

There's no other explanations to it. Jungkook wasn’t just marked — he was thriving in it. It’s like he wanted to say, “Yeah. He did this. And I’m not just okay with it — I love it.”

Jungkook operates on a whole different level when it comes to Jimin. Quietly (not really) bold. Undeniably soft. And just a little reckless in love.

Jungkook wearing Jimin's mark isn't limited to the above moments. It's a whole lifestyle.

1) Bringing back how Jungkook plucked those J and M balloons out of PAJAMA PARTY and stuck it to his chest. Went to Jimin, stood in front of him and said J M, Jimin

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2) A few weeks after the above moment he gets tattoos. First, he gets the ARMY tattoo and then later he gets the J. Let's talk about that beautifully unhinged decision to place that J right on top of the M. Intentionally stacked so that when anyone reads it, it says ARMY, JM. I lost count on the innumerable times he's flexed it.

3) And those JM tattoos? Notice how they're, darker, bolder, standing out among the others. That's emphasis. That's priority. That's love permanently engraved and unapologetically visible.

4) Remember Jimin's name written across Jungkook's abs with sunscreen. He looked like a walking love letter. But what really seals the deal is his face. Glowing, lit up. The boy is radiant and we know exactly why.

He carries Jimin. Flaunts him. Wears him like art. And makes damn sure the world doesn't miss it.

5) Jimin giving his ring to Jungkook and Jungkook wearing it

6) Jungkook wearing Jimin's earring

Just little pieces of his bf. Shared, worn and loved.

7) Remember White Day 2022? We all saw that pic of Jimin and Jungkook dining at a restaurant together with Jimin's friends, right? Well, in that pic Jungkook is seen wearing a cap. And we have seen Jimin wear a cap like that. The cap which had "Jimin" written at the back. So, it's either Jimin's cap which Jungkook was wearing that night or both of them have customized caps like that. But looking at the above patterns, I'm leaning towards the first assumption.

8) Jungkook wearing the shirt which was a bday gift for Jimin from one of his fansites

9) Jungkook has a moon cycle featured in his

My You video

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On the cover of his Me, Myself & Jungkook photo card and also on the Time Difference photo coaster

And we all know it’s Park Jimin who has a moon phase tattoo on his back.

Honorary mention: Jimin's name written on Jungkook's ear piece.

10) How are we not supposed to talk about this moment? Jimin lands in NY, and not long after, they're at a restaurant for dinner together with staff and crew. And then this comes crashing in

Jungkook, looking absolutely radiant, smiling like he��s just had the best time of his life... and spotting scratches on his torso.

He’s glowing. Thriving. Giving off serious "I had an amazing time with my bf".

And let’s not pretend we don’t remember the details. Jimin, freshly waxed and flying out of SK to spend a few days of quality time with his bf. By the time he reached NY it was Silver Day in SK.

And we all remember how Jungkook couldn't stop touching those legs in AYS, don't we?!

Those scratches were the aftermath of their well spent couple's time.

And here's a pic of Jimin's nails

This is how he maintains them. Long enough to leave those scratches Jungkook's torso was decorated with.

Why would Jungkook want the world to know that its Jimin who left those marks on him?

Jungkook’s love language more often than not isn't verbal. Instead it's gestures, actions and attention. It's how he lingers near, how he chooses to stand next to that person and how he let's his actions speak for him.

To reveal something that personal, like a hickey, a shared moment, or even just naming Jimin in that context takes trust.

Trust that their connection is solid enough to handle the weight of public gaze.

Trust that what they share behind closed doors is strong enough that no rumor, no camera, no stray comment can shake it.

When Jungkook openly links something so intimate to Jimin, it’s not just affection — it’s a quiet declaration. He’s saying "This is someone I feel safe with. This bond — it’s real. You might not see all of it, but I live in it every day.”

That kind of trust isn’t casual. It’s built slowly, in private moments, through quiet understanding, shared vulnerability, and emotional safety.

So when Jungkook lets us see even a hint of that intimacy, it means the foundation is deep. Solid. Unshakable.

Because what they have? It’s not a performance. It’s theirs.

Now let’s talk about Jimin. It's not just Jimin who leaves his marks on Jungkook but it goes the other way too. There are actually two moments where I noticed marks on him.

One being this

I'm aware that Jimin went through his appendix surgery. The surgery was on Jan 31st and this concert was on April. This dark patch in the pic spans a wider area than a surgery scar. It looks more diffuse and not linear or surgical in shape. It also sits a bit higher on the waist than where a appendix incision scar is to be expected. This is my own conclusion. You can draw your own opinion.

And then the other time being this

It's always on the moles. So, just like Jimin, Jungkook also likes to leave his marks on the moles. Interesting.

This is from the ARMY membership live.

This is one of my most favorite moments from this live

Here, Jimin was asking Jungkook what he wanted for his upcoming bday and this was how Jungkook responded. This moment gives me flashbacks about the "Do you have a desire, Jungkook?" And how he points to Jimin and then proceeds to explain that he believes we know what he's implying.

Alright, I'll wrap it up here.

Thank you for sending this ask. I loved answering it!

Take care 👋🏻

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin #ask

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lovelyjj · 6 months ago

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congratulations honey!!! you so so so deserve it<3<3<3

sooo I'm in a dilema it's either pillow fight "Shh... just a little bit more." maybe it could be the second or third time they sleep together? or painting nails with never be by 5sos i think is so jj x pogue!reader coded whatever you like more<3

Thank you so much! How about both😏

also how’d you know i am a 5sos girlie for life🤞🏻

here is the link for the other story

Never Be

jj maybank x reader

lyrics are in bold

I need your love to light up this house

I wanna know what you're all about

I wanna feel you feel you tonight

I wanna tell you that it's alright

Being friends with Kiara was fun. She was pretty much your only friend. You were really quite shy. So when Kiara mentioned this party she wanted you to go to you were hesitant. But of course Kiara found a way to drag you to it. The party was at the boneyard.

Being the shy girl that you were you stayed close to Kiara's side. "Come here Y/N, I want to introduce you to some people," Kiara told you. "Okay," you responded. Kiara led you through the sea of people and to a nearby branch. At the tree log there was John B who you knew. There was a few other people that you didn't know but you had a feeling you were going to find out.

"Y/N, this is Pope," Kiara introduced you to a curly haired boy who stuck out his hand for you to shake.

"Hi nice to meet you," you said.

"Hi I've herd a lot about you it's nice to finally meet you," Pope replied.

"And this is JJ," Kiara pointed to a blonde haired boy in a muscle tee.

"Hey I'm JJ," JJ reached his hand out and turned to look at you. When JJ saw you for the first time it was like the whole world stopped spinning. You looked like an angel. JJ had to blink himself back to reality.

You shook his hand. "I'm Y/N, how are you?"

"Uh Im doing good i think yeah i'm good how are you," JJ stuttered.

When you saw JJ you were immediately greeted with a funny feeling in your stomach. He was beautiful. He looked so hot it was almost too much for you. Then you got sad because you assumed he had a girlfriend.

"I'm good thanks," you replied.

"Why don't I get you a drink?" JJ asked.

"Okay," you smiled.

JJ led you to the keg and poured you a drink. "Here this should take the edge off," JJ handed you the beer. You took a sip letting the liquid slide down your throat, easing your nerves.

"So how come I haven't seen you around here," JJ asked.

"Oh I don't know I'm mostly hanging out with Kiara and I'm pretty shy," you don't know why you were opening up to him but the conversation felt easy.

"Iv been friends with Kiara for a while," JJ responded.

"Yeah she told me about you."

"Oh really what did she say?" JJ asked.

"That your a crazy and impulsive surfer guy," you giggled.

"Sounds about right," JJ winked at you.

You weren't gonna deny that JJ was attractive. He was the most attractive and beautiful man you've ever seen. He made you feel all tingly or maybe that was the alcohol.

"So what's your story?" JJ asked.

"My story?"

"Yeah like how'd you get here and who are you really?"

"Oh well I've lived here since I was 5. My parents and I live near the cut. I have a job at the country club as a waitress. I love the beach a little too much. Im a good friend and listener but sometimes Im a little shy and i'm a light weight," you explained.

"You sound wonderful. I think we're gonna get along just fine," JJ smiled.

"Okay," you laughed.

You and JJ fell into comfortable conversation, chatting about anything and everything. The two of you talked til it became sunset. You watched as the sky turned into beautiful pink and orange colors. JJ was glad he met you because he liked you and your personality. He learned quite a bit about you.

I need your love to guide me back home

When I'm with you I'm never alone

I need to feel you feel you tonight

I need to tell you that it's alright

JJ never really had a home. With his father being an abusive drunk his house was not a good home. His place of residence or his actual home was the château. John B was happy to have JJ stay with him. They were best friends.

JJ considered you a friend. After the boneyard party the two of you hung out a lot, with and without Kiara. JJ took a liking to you. The two of you we're becoming fast friends. You liked JJ a lot. He was exciting and confident. He challenged you.

It was a rare occasion when JJ went to his house. This time he needed a few things from his room. Some clothes, some toiletries and some necessities. He thought his dad was out of the house but boy was he wrong. His dad was home and drunk and angry.

Luke took his anger out on JJ, like he always did. JJ got beat up pretty bad but he managed to get away. JJ didn't know what to do next. He got on his bike and made his way towards your house aching in pain. JJ hasn't opened up to you about his dad yet. But he needed to see you. He had to.

You were on your bed listening to music. It was a quiet evening. Then all of a sudden you herd a tapping at your window. You turned your music off and rushed to your window to see a bruised and broken JJ. You opened the window and helped him inside as he winced.

"JJ what the hell happened?"

"Look I know you're probably really worried but it's okay i'm a tough guy. I just wanted to see you," JJ explained.

"JJ, if your not gonna tell me what happened at least let me help," you countered. JJ nodded. You took him to your bathroom and got out the first aid kit. You also got some rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet.

"Wait here I'll be right back," you spoke.

You went downstairs to the kitchen to get some pain killers and some water. Then you came back up and into your bathroom where JJ was waiting. "Here take this, it will help with the pain," you gave him an Advil and the water to wash it down with.

"Thank you," JJ smiled softly. It was hard to be unhappy when he was around you. You made him feel better just by being there.

You wiped his cuts with alcohol and put a bandage on them. "I need you to lift up your shirt. I need to see if there's more."

"Y/N."

"JJ please," you begged.

Hesitantly JJ lifted up his shirt and what you saw broke your heart in half. Deep purple and blue bruises littered his stomach and sides. You took a deep breath and tried not to cry. You swallowed and then said, "Are you gonna tell me who did this?"

"It's alright, I'm alright," JJ responded.

You did your best to clean JJ up. You continued without a word. Silently you got up and put the kit away. "Can I- can I stay here tonight?" JJ asked.

"Yeah of course."

"I could sleep on the floor," JJ suggested.

"Don't be silly. I'll get the air mattress from the hall closet," you replied.

After blowing up the air mattress you got a bunch of blankets. You placed the mattress on the floor right next to your bed. "You can have my bed, I can sleep on the air mattress," you offered. "No no you take your bed i'll be fine." JJ seemed comfortable.

The next morning the two of you ate breakfast together. JJ didn't want to go home. He also realized he was falling in love with you. He didn't know what to do. What if you didn't feel the same way. What would he do?

"Do you have a safe place to stay?" You asked JJ.

"Yeah I'll be okay, thanks for being there for me I appreciate everything you've done," JJ told you.

Your love and kindness guided him back to the château. JJ walked in with a lovesick smile on his face. "What's with you?" John B questioned.

"Oh nothing," JJ continued to smile.

"Well you must of gotten laid or something," John B snickered.

"Nope nothing like that," JJ responded.

John B rolled his eyes. JJ went to his room to go plot some ways he could steal your heart.

We'll never be as young as we are now

It's time to leave this old black and white town

Let's seize the day, let's run away

Don't let the colors fade to gray

We'll never be as young as we are now

As young as we are now

I've seen myself here in your eyes

I stay awake 'til the sunrise

I wanna hold you hold you all night

I wanna tell you that you're all mine

You and JJ have been texting for weeks. You also spent a lot of time together alone. JJ was trying to get the courage to ask you out on a date. He figured since you were hanging so much you might say yes. He hoped and prayed.

You and Kiara were at the château hanging out. JJ made an appearance and asked if you could talk with him. Kiara raised her eyebrows at you but you waved her off.

You entered JJ's room and JJ motioned for you to sit on his bed. "Okay I just wanted to ask you something," JJ started.

"Of course, you can ask me anything," you responded.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?" JJ nervously bit his lip.

"Oh I mean I would love to."

"Wait really?"

"Yes really."

JJ tackled you in a big hug. You fell back on the bed and JJ hugged your middle while he was practically on top of you. You laughed.

"How about tomorrow?" JJ asked.

"Tomorrow is great," you replied.

——

The next day came fast. JJ had it all planned out. He was gonna take you to dinner and then you were gonna watch the sunset on the beach. He showed up to your house with a bouquet of roses and knock on the front door. You opened the door with a big smile. JJ almost died. His heart stopped. You looked gorgeous.

You were wearing a pretty blue and white sundress and you were wearing minimal makeup. You still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world, according to JJ. JJ handed you the roses as he greeted you.

"JJ these are beautiful thank you!"

"You're welcome," he smiled.

You put the flowers in a vase full of water and then put them on the kitchen counter. "Ready to go?" JJ asked. "Yes."

JJ drove you to the dinner place. It was nice, really nice. "You look beautiful," JJ complimented. JJ couldn't believe he was on a date with you. He admired you so much and deeply.

"Thank you," you blushed.

"So tell me do you have a bucket list?" JJ asked.

"Yeah I do actually. One of the main things on there is to travel the world. Another thing is to go bungee jumping. Maybe go on a road trip. Ya know the usual. What's on yours?"

"I want to take a surf trip to Yucatán," JJ smiled.

"Sounds like a dream," you sighed.

"I truly hope all your dreams and wishes come true," JJ spoke softly.

"Thank you, I hope yours do too!"

Eventually your food came and you enjoyed your wine and dinner talking to each other. JJ saved up enough money where he could pay for the both of you, so he did. Then the two of you walked hand in hand to the beach.

Once you got to the beach JJ grabbed some blankets from the car and spread them out over the sand. You sat down on the blanket and rested your head on JJ's shoulder. The sun was starting to set.

The sky started to become an array of colors like pink, purple and orange. It was breathtaking. You and JJ watched the sunset with the same glimmer in your eyes. With the sun gone it got dark. The two of you laid down and cuddled up together.

You snuggled up to JJ's warm body and he held you close. Somewhere in the night you fell asleep. JJ didn't. JJ stayed up all night holding you and thinking. He wanted to keep you safe. He wondered what it would be like if you were his.

The sun started to rise and JJ thought you should see it. "Hey Y/N. Y/N! Y/N!"

"What?" you grumbled eyes still closed.

"Look the sun is rising," JJ exclaimed.

You took a peak at the sky and low and behold the sun was rising. The sky was painted in a orange hue and decorating the sky. It was stunning. You and JJ gazed at the sky in awe of the beautiful art.

JJ did a lot of thinking while he stayed awake while you were sleeping. He thought about your future together and what he wanted with you. He wanted to make you his.

"Y/N," JJ called out.

"What?”

"Look at me please," JJ ordered.

You did what he asked and looked at him in his hold. JJ cupped your face with one hand. He looked into your eyes and then his gaze flickered down to your lips.

In one quick moment JJ closed the gap between you. JJ kissed you like you were the only two people on the planet. Everything disappeared and all you could feel is his lips on yours. JJ kissed you with passion. It was like your skin was on fire.

JJ's tongue entered your mouth in a fiery dance. You welcomed it. As the two of you were making out you could hear the crashes of the waves. When the need for air got to much you pulled away and JJ let out a whine.

"I want you to be mine," JJ announced nervously.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," you smiled.

I felt our hands intertwine

I hear our hearts beating in time

I need to hold you hold you all night

I need to tell you that you're all mine

A couple days later JJ decided to take you on a walk. JJ took your hand and guided you through the streets of the outer banks. You saw a bunch of shops and a pharmacy. It was nice. After your walk you went to your house.

The two of you went into your room and laid down on your bed. JJ held you close just wanting to be close to you and to feel you. He rubbed your back and squeezed your hip. You closed your eyes and basked in his presence.

JJ felt your heart beat and his heart matched yours. It was like you were both in sync. You both eventually fell asleep holding each other. It was your own little place, safe and sound together.

The sunshine filled the room from the window waking up JJ. You were still peaceful sleeping. JJ watched as you slept overwhelmed with your beauty. He thought you were the most precious thing ever. He brushed some hair away from your face and kissed your forehead.

7We'll never be as young as we are now

It's time to leave this old black and white town

Let's seize the day, let's run away

Don't let the colors fade to gray

8We'll never be as young as we are now

As young as we are now

We won't wait for tomorrow

It's too late we don't follow

We won't wait for tomorrow

It's too late we don't follow

We'll never be as young as we are now

It's time to leave this old black and white town

Let's seize the day, let's run away

Don't let the colors fade to gray

"Do you ever think about leaving?" JJ was rubbing circles on your hip as you laid together in the hammock.

"What do you mean?"

"Like getting out of the OBX? Leaving and running away from it all," JJ explained.

"Hmm sometimes, but only if i'm with you," you smiled.

"You're sweet," JJ chuckled.

"I'd run away with you," JJ added.

"Really?"

"Yeah of course."

"Where should we go?" You asked.

"Somewhere exotic."

"Okay."

After you and JJ talked about running away JJ wanted to show you something. He said it was a really good surprise that you couldn't miss. So there you were being guided by JJ and having no clue where you were going.

After what felt like forever you finally stopped. "Okay you ready for this?" JJ asked.

"More than ready."

"Okay, so I thought we could use an escape."

Behind a couple trees was a fort. There was an air mattress and tons of blankets. There was a little hut with fairy lights and candles everywhere. It was stunning. It was your own slice of heaven.

"What do you think?"

"You- you did all this?"

"Yep."

"JJ, it's amazing I love it I can't believe you did this. I'm so lucky to have you," you gushed.

"Well I wanted something that was ours," JJ mentioned.

"This this is perfect," you ran in and sat down.

JJ followed you and sat down. You were taking it all in. You couldn't believe your boyfriend did all this for you. It must of been a lot of work. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you," you recalled.

"Yes but you can tell me again."

"I love you," you stated.

"I love you more," JJ responded.

The two of you stayed huddled and bundled up together in your fort. The two of you laughed and talked and enjoyed each other's company. It was the little things in life that meant the most to you. And now that you had JJ you had everything you've ever wanted.

We'll never be as young as we are now

As young as we are now

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moodient · 1 month ago

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could u write Sevika acting caregiver and soft with reader while she’s drunk and she denies it every time sevika tells her the truth? love ur writes 🩷

Forgotten Intoxication

tags: drunk reader, caregiver sevika, extreme fluff, teasing leading to smut (woohoo!), tw// MAN

a//n: ugh, i haven't wrote something fluff in so long but i'm glad i was able to!! hope you enjoy anon! ahh!! you guys can ask for requests/asks!

you and sevika were heading out to a party that you both reluctant to go to, but it was a mutual friend's birthday party that you haven't seen but you've missed them. the party was pretty fun, you danced, played tons of card games, and of course you dabbled in some drinking.. a bit too much and sevika caught on quickly, watching you down five shots alone, and a whole cocktail. she already knew it was time for you to go home.

sevika got up from the seat she was sitting in, where she was watching you dance, and a man started to walk towards you. seeing that he was trying to grab your hips, she quickly got up to intervene the situation. she comes behind you and lays her head on your shoulder.

"c'mon baby, we gotta bounce." she says whispering in your ear, wrapping her arms around your waist. she glares at the man, and he clearly gets the message. you turn around and kiss her on the lips, shaking your hips but you're wobbly. your eyes glossed with intoxication, and your body was fueled by alcohol, alone.

"mm.. come dance with me sev!~ pretty please?" you pouted, her eyes look at yours, wanting to tell you no but she knows how you get, whiny and pouty.. she sighs, not being able to deny you and dances with you but you felt dangerous tonight.

you made her hold your hand and twirled yourself around. you grind on her, you wined your hips slowly against her front, letting the music take over and sevika is trying her hardest to stay under control but you looked back at her, it was too much. she quickly lifted you up on her shoulder and left the party.

the midnight sky was sprinkled with stars, leaving the moon as a beautiful masterpiece. sevika's footsteps were heavy but fast, trying to get home as soon as possible. your eyes were closed, feeling sleepy but you were mumbling anything and everything that was spilling out of your mouth

"god, you don't even know the things you do to me.." sevika said, giving you a lighthearted spank, which made you whimper but you didn't mind it at all.

"mm.. m-sorry sevika.." you apologized, but she rubbed your ass. you were sure she meant to rub your back, not your ass but it comforted you.

"let's just get home, okay?" she said softly but she heard silence afterwards and snoring... loud snoring. sevika tried to contain her laughter, she almost bit her bottom lip so hard that it started to bleed but she made it her mission, to get you home.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

you woke up slowly, head throbbing heavily from the amount of alcohol and body aching from the party you went to. as you slowly opened your eyes, you groan, sunlight hitting your eyes from the window that's slightly open. you turned away from the blinding light as your eyes try to readjust but you gave up and keep them close.

you heard the door creak open, but you didn't bother opening your eyes because you know who it is. you hear a cup and a plate clink against your wooden nightstand, and a heavy weight that weighted the bed. you were about to open your eyes until you felt soft and gentle kisses... first on your cheek and then your nose and you felt her breath on your lips, it took her a second, but she then places her lips on yours. tasting the dark but sweet coffee from the dark roast that she pleasantly enjoys.

"time to wake up, sweetheart." she says, shaking you a little. you groan, not wanting to leave this moment but she already knows you all too well. so, she does what she does best and lifts you into her lap and wraps her arms around you. you could hear her heartbeat, it's light but a bit fast.

"come on... i even made your breakfast and your favorite drink.." she jokingly pouts.

"plus.. i already know you're awake." you open them slowly, and what a surprise to see sevika looking down at you with a slight smile.

"how could you tell?" you asked her, voice still asleep but mind awake.

"oh, just your breathing." she blatantly said, you sigh and opened your eyes and long and behold, one of the most beautiful plate a hangover girlfriend has ever seen. you take a small bite and it's like heaven to you, you moan playfully but sevika's food has always made you orgasmic.

"is it good, baby? you need me to add anything?" she asks you, worried but you kiss her on the cheek. you shook your head.

"it's absolutely delicious, baby. thank you so much." you said, taking another bite and laying your head back against her chest. this is your favorite time of the day, eating breakfast with sevika in bed, engulfed in each other's company.

"oh, don't forget to take these painkillers for your hangover baby." she said, shaking the pill bottle in front of you. you were actually confused by the painkillers.

"hangover? i wasn't drunk last night." you said laughing it off but your headache ironically started to intensify. tensfold. you groan and sevika rolls her eyes, placing you back in bed. she gets up, opening both of the blinds, you whimper in pain and cower away.

"there's always one way that i know you're hangover and that by the blinds. if you're sober, which you aren't. you love looking at the sun while you eat.. but today, you cower from it. like a vampire." she explains to you.

"i do not! today is just a rare day and ooh my eyes really do hurt, babe.. can you please close the blinds, pretty please?" you begged, she shrugged her shoulders.

"i don't know, can you admit that you were absolutely drunk last night?" she said, still by the blinds. you get up and rolled your eyes, walking over towards her.

"i wasn't! i only had a few drinks." you said, crossing your arms and this gives sevika an idea.. she walks closer to you, slowly and you're confused but you didn't know why you were backing up.

"do you remember.. what you did last night? in front of everyone?" she asks you dangerously. your eyes widen by her statement, feeling your cheek getting warmer and warmer.

"w-what do you mean?" you stuttered, you had absolutely no recollection of what went down. sevika's now in front of you, looking down at you, teasingly. she grabs your hand and twirled you around. ass on her front, just like how you were at that party.

"wh-what are you doing?" you squealed out, sevika's hands now on your hips.

"ah.. you don't remember, hm?" she said rolling her thumbs on your hips.

"don't remember grinding up on me? in front of people at the party?" she teased you, moving your hips slowly... just like at the party, and you're starting to slowly remember.. the guy trying to talk to you.. and you.. grinding up against sevika. oh shit..

"i think i wanna recreate last night but in more.. intimate setting, hm?"

#sevika #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #sevika my love #sevika fluff #moodie 💫#moodie's asks 💬

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biancasaidstfu · 3 months ago

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The nominees who attended didn't really do press, it wasn't only Nicola who skipped it. There's an account on Twitter of someone who did press there and clarified that a lot of the actors basically walked the carpet and went inside the venue.

Nicola and her team are taking a gamble with the PR with Jake and I don't see it as only a response to the shipping there is more to it than that. People are saying she's stubborn, doubling down, not listening with this and it's not a good look for her. I'm not hating on Nicola, let me just state that upfront. I've looked at the comments across different platforms and the biggest thing I see from fans and GA is disappointment. I have actually seen fans who like her with Jake express their disappointment that she let it be about him and not her achievement. The party was a party not the awards but it nevertheless again moved the conversation away from her work that she says she worked so hard and so long for. Imagine a Jakola agreeing that she shouldn't have walked the carpet with her, like other events he could have stayed away and met up inside. And I agree, I'm not saying he shouldn't attend but if they found ways for her to walk alone then meet inside at other events why not this one?

Also, what fans are seeing is that whether she is with Jake or not, her PR and her persoanlity are getting to be inconsistent and not genuine to fans and some GA. Fans like me who followed Nicola for her other work not only Bridgerton noticed a shift since last year to now. People were glad to see her yesterday, see the recognition for her work, love that she's a badass and is taking on things other actors don't. They see her doing that while being herself.

That's where some fans are stuck - between Nicola as human being, actor and advocate who's doing so much while just being herself as authentic as can be to the Nicola who is then pushing something publicly that goes against what she herself said publicly. There is Nicola who admits to watching trash TV but then is a professional and the Nicola who knows she's already a target in the media and entertainment industry but is leaning into something that will make it a little more difficult for her. Every single article is pointing out that man's age and the wording of the articles, AI or not are casting heavy shade. Like heavy on the shade. It's almost like the press all agreed to show this unconventional woman can only be with an unconventional partner - same shit from last year when this whole thing started. I get that she's doing whatever for PR but wow this is a lot. I will never fully understand it and some of it don't make sense but I also remember don't know them and their game plan.

I don't see it as totally detrimental to her career and she's a person who will never get it right 100% she's just like anyone of us making mistakes. But she's also in a fickle industry, we can say the Bridgerton fandom is loud but small and GA don't care but when she acquires new fans for new projects and the same things happen she is at the risk of eventually being painted in a way that she may or may not like. We've seen things about actors and she is not stranger to it.

My point here is I hope whatever PR gains and losses she is willing to endure, whatever backlash she calculated she will get, is worth it for her. If your TL is mild good for you keep it that way because trust me the gc and spaces are eating her up. Jake too, and Luke who was no where near anything yesterday is catching heat because the PR again with Antonia is something that isn't consistent. They're comparing the two.

For the love of God that damn pap pic of her in the orange cardigan is rearing it's head again and already the talk about her looking drunk and scruffy that time is resurfacing. It's painful to watch and other vile stuff is coming out. They're using those photos as much as the ones from last night to report "her new man". From trans hate last week to now this. We can see her play book and the patterns but it still is a damn shit show.

It’s the biggest fucking mess and I feel like we’ve hit rock bottom tbh.

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a-babe-without-a-name · 4 months ago

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Sit Next To Me

Chapter 5: Let This Be Enough For Now.

You had created two rules for yourself.

Rule One: You could do whatever you wanted. Get the degree you want, party when you want, cancel plans when you want, love who you want. Whatever you really wanted to do, you were going to do, anxiety and guilt free.

Rule Two: You could do whatever you wanted, except for have relationships with classmates. No sex, no dating. If they were on the same course roster as you, they were off limits.

Easy enough, right?

…Right?

Viktor x Female!Reader - 18+

A.N. This took forever to write, but I'm glad it's done! What I consider the main scene of this has been bouncing around in my head forever. It was definitely one of the main scene's that kicked this off, so it's cool to have it written and done :) now on to the next chapter :0

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Weeks went by and nothing changed. You continued to hold your ground and Viktor continued to be respectful. It wasn’t hard for him to stay that way. He was good at keeping his thoughts inside his head, he only verbalized the exact information he wanted others to know. With you, there was so much he wanted you to know and plenty he wanted to keep to himself. He wanted you to know how brilliant he thought you were. He wanted you to know that he thought you were funny and kind and interesting. He wanted you to know that he cared about you, that he wanted you to be happy.

Really the only thing he wanted to keep you from knowing was how bad he wanted to fuck you. It wasn’t like he was thinking about having sex with you constantly…just frequently. Most of the time, it wasn’t even the things that you would do that made him feel like that. It was entirely his fault. He’d catch himself staring at your face, thinking about how you looked when you came. Sometimes your hair would fall in a way that made him want to tangle it in his fist. Once you had worn a sundress while your whole group of friends laid out on the quad on a particularly sunny afternoon. You were laying on your back, holding a printed out article above you to read, your feet bare and ankles crossed. Viktor did his best not to stare at you, horrified you’d be able to tell how badly he wanted to shove his face between your thighs.

It was only once that he had nearly broken his composure. It had been a Wednesday afternoon, your OChem group had planned to meet up to go over the homework before the weekly dinner get-together. It wasn't until he was already sitting at the kitchen table with you that Jinx texted the group chat to let you know that her and Ekko weren’t going to make it. It would have been ridiculous for you to drive back to your dorm just to come back a few hours later, so you ended up staying. The two of you decide to work through the homework without the others.

You had been making steady progress until Cait and Vi arrived home and promptly began a very loud Just Dance competition in the living room. You had immediately pulled out your phone to secretly record them from the table

“Do you want to study in my room?” He asked as you sent the video to the group chat.

“Definitely,” You told him, closing your book and gathering your things, “I really don’t want to be out here when Vi sees that video.”

You and him slipped into his room, the sound of the girlfriends in the living room muffled but still audible. You bid a sweet hello to Rio before settling on the edge of Viktor’s bed. He watched as you criss-crossed your legs under yourself and opened the textbook up on your lap. “Oh, i’m sorry,” You said, stiffening when you realized he was staring at you, “I can sit somewhere else if you-”

“No,” he said too quickly, feeling his face so red at his slip, “No, it’s fine. I don’t care.”

He cared so much he could implode.

“Are you sure?” You asked, already ready to stand up.

“Really, it’s okay,” He brushed it off, reminding himself how to breathe as he sat down at his desk, cane leaning against the side, “It’s just that you shouldn’t do homework in bed.”

“Hm, why’s that?” You tilted your head at him, lips pursing slightly.

“It’s hard to focus in the place where you sleep,” He shrugged, looking away from your lips and opening up his text book, “and if you do work where you sleep, it makes it harder to sleep.”

You laughed louder than he expected. He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” You raised your eyebrows at him, “but I don’t sleep here, this is your bed, Viktor.”

“Ah, yes,” He nodded, “that is true.”

‘Please sleep in my bed,’ He begged you in his head, ‘please please stay. Make it smell like you. Make it yours.’

More thoughts he didn’t want you to know. He turned back to his text book and jumped right into the work, doing his best to sweep the thoughts out of his mind. As far as he could tell, you didn’t make note of the interaction. The two of you fell into a steady rhythm of studying. You took turns asking each other practice questions and trying to explain the concepts of stereochemistry out loud. Eventually the words began to blur in front of Viktor’s eyes. The figures and equations became messy ink on paper. He groaned and stood up, leaning his hip against the desk as he stretched his back. He watched you still on his bed, too focused to notice his movement. He scooped up his textbook and abandoned his cane to take a few slow steps over to sit next to you.

“Giving up?” You asked, smirking up at him.

“No,” He assured, pulling his good leg onto the bed, “Just needed a change of location.”

“Oh, what happened to ‘you shouldn't study in bed’, huh?” You teased, nudging him with your elbow.

“Hm, I think once will be fine, no?” He raised an eyebrow, hyper aware of where his knee was touching your hip.

You didn’t say anything, just laughed softly in response. He loved the sound, wished he could listen to you laugh forever. Instead of letting him open his own textbook, you slid yours over so that it was resting in both of your laps. You leaned in close to him, pointed out one of the figures that didn’t quite make sense. He resisted the urge to press his nose into your hair to breathe you in. He did his best to ignore your proximity and focus on the work in front of him instead. Eventually your presence settled from a pounding in his head and heart to a dull tap instead.

Then it was you who got antsy. You dropped your face into your palms and groaned dramatically.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Your words are muffled by your hands, “I’m dropping out.”

“If you do that, you won’t be able to live with Lest anymore,” He pointed out, “Or go to parties.”

“Ugh, you're right.” You stood up, pushing the book over to him and began pacing around his room, “I hate that this is hard. Science has never been hard, but this makes absolutely no sense.”

“If it was easy, it would be boring,” He closed the book and set it down next to him, “Besides, you’ll get it.”

“Will I though?” You asked sarcastically, hands on top of your head.

“Yes, you’ve made it this far,” He shrugged, leaning back on his palms, eyes following your path, “and from what I’ve gathered, you are far too stubborn to quit anything.”

“Is that a dig or a compliment,” You scoffed, still pacing.

“A compliment, I assure you.” He laughed, “Listen, I think we’ve done enough for one day. We’ll come back to it tomorrow or something, when we don’t feel like we’re going crazy.”

“Okay,” You sighed, but the tension in your shoulders didn’t let up. Viktor frowned, thinking for a moment.

“There’s CD’s on the shelf over there,” He told you, pointing towards his bookshelf, “Grab one to play and relax for a minute, yeah?”

He watched you hesitate for a moment, standing in the middle of the room unsure. He nodded, encouraging you to go on. You stood in front of his shelf, finger pressed to your lip as you read through the spines in search of something.

“Oh no way,” You laughed, opening up the familiar CD case and popping the disc into the player.

“You know Deerlady?” He asked.

“Do I know Deerlady? You scoffed, tapping your fingers against your hip to the sound “How do you know Dearlady?”

“Found that CD at a bookstore this summer” He explained, “Wasn’t sure about it at first, but it turned out very good.”

“Hm, I’m glad you like,” You sat back down next to him on the bed, lying back with your legs hanging off the edge, “They’re from Maine, ya know.”

“Is that right?” He asked, tilting his head to look down at you.

“Yup,” You nodded as you listened to the music, “I saw them open for…someone like a year or so ago. They were so good, like so so good. I can’t even remember the headliner.”

“It’s very pretty music,” He agreed, leaning back to lay next to you, “Haunting.”

“Mhm,” You hummed, closing your eyes, “Exactly. Hauntingly beautiful…”

He turned his head, looking at the side of your face as you mouthed along to half the lines. He felt like he was drowning. Unable to breath when he looked at you. He rarely had a poetic mind, but every beautiful word and phrase in every language he knew blew around his head when he looked at you. He couldn't help it. The way your eyelashes brushed against the tops of your cheeks, the flush of your skin, your teeth, your lips. Everything about you made him feel high.

Infatuation. That’s what this was. He’d call it that because obsession was too harsh of a word. He couldn’t remember a single time he’s felt like this since becoming an adult only a handful of years ago. Part of him hated that it was you who gave him this feeling. You, a girl who is so resistant and headstrong and unavailable it drove him to madness. He lay there, watching you as long as he could. He didn’t look away when you opened your eyes and turned your head to him. Your pretty face and messy hair only centimeters away from his. He had almost closed the distance. He knew how nice it would feel to kiss you. He could practically taste you already, the strawberry chapstick you had put on earlier, the coffee you had in class, your smooth teeth against his tongue. He wanted you under him, he wanted your hands on his shoulders, on his chest, in his hair, everywhere. He wanted it more than he wanted anything else in the world.

He couldn’t. You had made it very clear what you wanted. Whatever happened had to be initiated by you. He wouldn’t ask, would do his best not to reach out and touch you, would respect your decision. If you wanted to touch him, to kiss him, he would let you with no hesitation, but you had to make that decision. So he didn’t close the distance. He watched you watch him until the CD stopped.

That night, late after everyone had gone back to their own homes, Viktor could smell you on his blanket still. The scent of your conditioner and perfume lingering. He pressed his nose into the fabric as he wrapped his hand around himself. Shameful tears prickled in his eyes as he panted and whined face down to the thought of you. He muttered your name like a prayer when he came.

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The shame of that night followed Viktor all the way to Monday morning. The guilt of it ate at his insides to the point that his physical form began to ache. Maybe the pain in his back and leg and hip was unrelated to what he had done, maybe it was karma for disrespecting you. Regardless of the reason, it was the perfect excuse to avoid you. He had abandoned class on Friday and declined your offer to bring him the lecture notes. On Saturday he ignored your message asking if he was coming to The Last Drop with everyone else. His very curt ‘No.’ was enough to make you stop texting him the rest of the weekend.

The worst part was the fact that Viktor hadn’t expected to feel so guilty. Sure, he didn’t feel great going in. There was certainly a reason he had held off on acting on the urge. He had gotten off to images of people he knew before. It was normal, according to the articles he read, to think of friends sexually. As long as you aren't hurting anyone, and he certainly wasn’t. You didn’t even know what he had done, and you would never know as long as he had a say. Despite the rational part of his brain telling him to let the incident go, he could barely look you in the eyes when you sat down next to him in class on Monday.

“Goodmorning,” You said pointedly, trying to look him in the face.

“‘Morning,” He nodded, hiding his face in the textbook.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked, concerned.

“I’m fine.” His words were short.

He did his best to ignore the indignant huff you let out as you retreated back to your seat. He kept his distance during the entire lecture, angling his chair away from you. Doing his best not to look at you. He knew this was wrong, that he was ridiculously swinging too far in the other direction, but he didn’t know how to stop. He felt like a very defensive runaway train of emotions and he had placed you directly in the path of it.

When the lecture ended and the groups rose to move to the lab portion, he moved away from you as fast as he could.

“Oh dear,” Hiemerdinger complained from the lab, “It seems like the TA’s forgot to restock. Would two people volunteer to head to the supply closet to retrieve boxes of gloves.”

“I’ll do it!” You practically yelled, hand shooting up, composing yourself slightly, you grabbed Viktor by the arm, “Um, Me and Viktor can do it.”

You ignored the look he gave you.

“Thank you very much dear,” Heimerdinger beamed, walking over to you and handing you the key, “I understand this is a one person job, but I must follow the rule of two when giving out my key.”

“No, that totally makes sense,” You assured, “We’ll be right back.”

It was too late for Viktor to back out, Heimerdinger was already walking away and addressing the rest of the class. You had made it to the door way already, standing there and waiting impatiently for him. He stood there for a moment, unmoving.

“Well, come on,” You huffed, waving at him.

He let a heavy breath out through his nose, shaking his head as he gave in. As soon as the door shut behind him, you turned on him. Grabbing him roughly by the sleeve and making him stop to face you.

“What is going on with you?” You hissed, glaring up at him.

“I dont know what you are talking about,” He said firmly

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked him, “Did I offend you or make you uncomfortable or something? Or did you just decide to hate me all of the sudden?”

“I do not hate you,” He frowned, “You didn’t do anything, everything is fine.”

“I don’t believe you,” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“It’s not you,” He racked his brain for a half truth, “I just… I can be mean when I feel unwell.” That had been true at one point, “I try to distance myself to prevent…fallout.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that, then?” You did your best not to pout.

“Because, telling people how I feel leads to a lot of coddling and well wishing,” Viktor rolled his eyes, “and that's sometimes worse than the pain.”

You sighed, mouth twisted to the side as you thought, “So you don’t hate me?”

“Not in the slightest,” He assured you.

“And you're not upset with me? I didn’t give you the ick?” You joked, nudging him in the arm.

“Nope,” He shook his head, then sighed “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“It’s fine… are you feeling better today?” You shrugged, “Like, better enough to come out next weekend on my boat with everyone?”

“You have a boat?”

“Well, my dad has a boat and I get to borrow it on Saturday,” You told him, “and…you’ll come, right?”

“Of course,” He nodded, trying to remain casual. You wanted him to come, and to Viktor that was promising.

“Good,” You relaxed, then reached out for his wrist, “And you are feeling better, right?”

“Yes, I feel okay today,” He assured you, “mostly, but maybe let me wait here while you go grab the gloves?”

“Oh, uh yeah of course,” You blushed, “Sorry, um, I’ll be right back.”

He watched as you darted away down the hall, head ducked to hide the red in your cheeks. This was the first moment in days that his…disrespect wasn’t on his mind. He could feel the guilt drain out of him, all the rationalizing he had done this weekend finally catching up. The feeling of being wanted by you, in any capacity, canceling out everything else.

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On Saturday morning the residents of the Rune Street house - including Vi and Mel - crammed themselves and several cases of alcohol into Jayce’s Prius. Despite the full car, there were no complaints on the hour or so drive to the Marina. Apparently this boat situation had become a yearly tradition, and Viktor could tell how excited the others were. It was a contagious energy.

When they reached the Marina, the parking lot was already bustling with people eager to take advantage of what was most likely the last hot weekend of the year. Viktor followed behind the group, trusting them to know where to go. It wasn’t hard to spot the right boat. The medium sized fishing trawler stood out amongst the fresh and sleek sporting boats and yachts that took up most of the Marina.

When they reached the boat, the door in the side wall was already open, a wooden board connecting the floor of the deck to the dock. Jayce and Vi set down the cases in a shady spot. Viktor carefully crossed the board into the boat, taking a second to get a bearing of the rock of the waves and texture of the floor under his shoes. Luckily his cane didn’t resist the wet deck, keeping him steady, and the KT tape he had opted to use today instead of his brace felt like it would hold up.

“You good, V?” Jayce asked quietly, assessing his friend's state.

“Yeah, all good.” Viktor assured him with a nod, hoping Jayce would keep the kind, yet misplaced, worrying to a minimum today.

That was enough for Jayce for now. He helped Mel across the board and then led the group in search of you. They found you in the captain's seat in the helm of the vessel. Your knee was pulled to your chest, chin resting on the top as you read over a clipboard full of papers.

When you noticed their entrance, you sat up in the chair, dropping your leg and swiveling to face them.

“You’re here!” You smiled, looking at home in the space, “I was worried traffic was going to be bad.”

“It wasn’t great, but we left a little early,” Cait explained, then looked around the cabin space, “Is Lest not coming?”

“No, she’ll be here,” You explained, “Her and Sky went to pick up ice, they’ll be here in a minute. Actually, would one or two of y’all help them drag it down here?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Jayce offered immediately, always helpful, “Should I head over now or…”

“Yeah, they’ll for real be here in, like, two minutes,” You told him waving him off, “Thank you!”

Jayce hurried off to help the two girls, leaving the others behind.

“You look cute,” Mel smirked, snapping the strap of your red one piece against your shoulder, “Very conservative.”

“Okay, first of all, rude. I left my other one at home and it’s the end of the season,” You gawked, brushing her hand away as she giggled, “and second, wait till you see it without the shorts. This thing is borderline explicit.” You cringed.

“Is that a promise, Miss Lifeguard?” Mel dramatically draped her arms over your shoulders, clinging to you and looking up with over-done doe eyes,“Will you give me mouth to mouth?”

“Get off of me you, you harlot,” You laughed, pushing her face away as she tried to kiss your cheek. Mel giggled, ducking away from you as you swatted at her, “I’ve got stuff to finish up before we go. Go chill out, will ya.”

The three girls laughed as they headed back out to get settled on the deck. Viktor hovered, not because of you - not like he didn’t already notice that the top of your swimsuit wasn’t padded or that the sides were cut high enough to see the skin of your hips over the top of your denim shorts or the way your hair was already starting to become frizzy from the ocean air - but because of the equipment in the helm of the boat.

“Everything is so..” Viktor tried to think of the right word in English to describe the meticulously organized and labeled components on the control panel, walls and ceiling, “úhledný…uh, tidy.”

“That’s one way to put it,” You laughed softly, looking up and around at the boat, “My dad likes things a particular way.”

“Clearly,” He took a hesitant step forward, looking closer at the equipment, noticing something odd, “Hm this is all very-”

“Outdated?” You scoffed, guessing what he was going to say, “Yeah, I know.”

“Why? Jayce made it sound like your father was very successful,” He said without thinking, immediately trying to back track, “I mean, not that he isn’t, or...”

You waved him off with a laugh, “No, I know what you mean. Like, if he’s so successful why does he have an absolutely ancient sonar system?”

“Uh, yeah,” Viktor’s shoulders were tense from the fumbled words.

“He is the number one believer of ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’,” You explained, swiveling back and forth in the chair, apparently unbothered by Viktor’s choice of words, “He managed to make ends meet and feed a community with what he already had, there wasn’t a reason to update it.”

“Hm, interesting,” He leaned down, inspecting the board closer and taking note of the smooth wear on the controls, “Everything is in very good condition,”

“Yep, keep things clean, take care of them, and they’ll last forever,” He felt like there was something else hiding under your words, “I mean unless a boat is sunk or grounded, there really isn’t a reason to get a new one. This thing is from ‘79 and aside from aesthetic choices, you’d never know.”

“The engine?” He raised a curious eyebrow.

“Fucking pristine,” You emphasized, “I helped build it, like, two summers ago. I can show you if you want.

“I’d love to see,” That wasn’t a lie at all, any chance to get eyes on a different type of engine and Viktor was all for it, “This vessel is incredibly clean, it’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, it’s why I get to use her actually,” You told him, “She gets sent down here from Winter Harbour once a year to be cleaned. Like, cleaned, cleaned. It’s another reason everything is in such good shape. This time last week she was covered bow to stern in fish guts. Today, you’d never be able to tell.”

“He sends it all the way down the coast just to be cleaned?” Viktor tilted his head to the side, “That is inefficient, no?”

“Eh, maybe,” You agreed, watching him step closer and look over the different gauges, “,but he trusts the crew that does it. He’d rather spend the money to haul it down here and have the job done right than be unsatisfied with it being done somewhere else.”

“Your father is an interesting man,” Viktor smiled, then thought to himself, ‘I hope I have the pleasure of meeting him one day.’

“Yep,” You laughed fondly, “Thank god for that, I’d be incredibly boring otherwise.”

“Incredibly,” He teased, “You’d be like Maddie.”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, laughing and shoving him in the arm, “I don’t think I could ever be that bad.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He ducked away, laughing with you as he held his hands up in defense, “that was mean.”

“Very mean. To me, not to her,” You scrunch your nose at the idea of being nice to Cait’s insane ex-girlfriend. The sounds of Jinx - and presumably also Ekko - very excitedly arriving brought your conversation to a close, “Oh fuck, I have got to finish this float plan. Tell the others I’ll be out in a sec?”

“Yeah, of course,” Viktor agreed, heading to the door.

“Oh wait, you can swim right?” You asked, scribbling information across pages, glancing up to tell him, “Cause I will make you wear a life jacket if you can’t.”

“Better than I can walk,” Viktor assured you, tapping his cane against the side of his leg, “this thing is almost functional in water.”

“Okay good, you pass.” You went back to the paper, “Now get, you’re a distraction.”

When he walked back out onto the bright deck, Viktor tried to calm himself. It felt like a triumph to be called your distraction.

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Eventually, when all the paperwork was done and everything was secured, Jayce and Vi helped you pull in the mooring lines and you set off. Everyone but you hung out on the deck. Lest tried to get you to take a shot with the rest of them, you reminded her that you were in fact operating a vehicle. She called you lame. At some point, Viktor forced himself to stop hovering. He reminded himself that he had other friends, most of which were fairly new and he really should get to know them.

He let Jayce put a cheap beer in his hand, the condensation on the outside making him cringe, and he stood around just talking, or mostly listening. Ekko spoke to him about a personal project he was working on that had something to do with the theory of time. Viktor made note to return to this idea at a time when neither he nor Ekko were drinking. Jinx and Vi tried to get him to settle a debate, but Viktor was truly unable to tell what they were debating. The sisters bickered back and forth before eventually deciding the only way to win whatever argument this was, was to see who could shotgun a seltzer faster. Entertaining until Vi gagged and nearly threw up. Cait and Jayce were also up to some semi-sibling bickering. This was easier for Viktor to follow; Cait didn’t see a reason to randomly give Vi flowers, Jayce thinks this is ridiculous and claims that he gives flowers to Mel at least every other week. Cait doesn’t believe him. Jayce pulls up the receipts on his phone. Viktor tells them that there is nothing wrong with either of their perspectives. Mel likes flowers constantly, she should get them. Vi has no strong desire for flowers, they’re probably appreciated but not a necessity. Jayce booed him for being pragmatic.

Unfortunately, Lest and Mel didn’t give him the opportunity to stay quiet. They interrogated Viktor like journalists. What town was he from? Was he straight? Did he have a secret partner back home? Did he plan to stay in the U.S. forever? Was he a virgin? Was he actually in love with Jayce? Viktor appeased the girls by answering simply. Černošice. Not exactly. No. Possibly. No. Also, no. Both asked him out of prying curiosity, but there was something just a little different behind Lest’s words and expressions. At that moment he knew that she knew about what had happened in the garage. She was interrogating him specifically as your friend.

Eventually the boat came to a drifting stop. Lest tilted her head, the teasking look behind her eyes telling him he was certainly saved by the bell. He was grateful when you came trotting out the helm to drop anchor. The spot was gorgeous. Just underneath a tall bluff and nestled between several rock formations pulling themselves out of the water just off shore. The sun reflected off the water, the waves broken up and made gentle by the pillars of rock.

“Cool, right?” You said, suddenly by his elbow, smiling at the awe on his face.

“This is incredible,” He breathed, looking up. Sea birds flocked around their unseen nests at the tops of the pillars.

“Best unknown place out here,” You told him, accepting a Corona from Lest now that the boat was turned off.

“How can this place be unknown?” Viktor turned his eyes to the mainland, green grass reflecting silver as the wind blew through it. There was nothing else but a field at the top of the bluff.

“Local’s keep it a secret,” You shrugged, “That’s private land right there and the only people that boat this far South are commercial fishermen, usually.”

“And you’re a local?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yessir,” You nodded, then pointed East out towards the open water, “and my dad used to fish, like, 6 miles out that way.”

“You came here as a kid?”

“Yep,” You pushed a slice of lime into the bottle and took a sip, “A couple times a summer at least.”

Before Viktor could ask anything else, Jayce loped up and hooked an arm over his shoulder to drag him into a game of beer pong against Mel and Sky. You laughed at the exaggerated fearful look he threw over his shoulder as he was pulled away to the table. The game was easy, he sunk every ball and almost felt bad at the rate he was making the girls drink. At the end Mel demanded a mix and rematch. She sent Viktor to stand next to Sky and took her place next to her boyfriend. This game was much less successful. Sky was already tipsy at the start of this round and continuously distracted herself by asking Viktor questions. He answered cordially and made sure to ask her just as many, hoping to not hurt her feelings. Eventually Viktor decided to cut Sky off, drinking double to keep her from poisoning herself an hour into the day.

He let Sky hold on to him when she reached out to steady herself, but didn’t reciprocate the action aside from grabbing her a few times before she tipped over. After catching the look that Mel threw to Sky, he began to think he may have been set up. As the game neared its end, he began to worry about what to do about her. Sky was lovely. She deserved someone that wasn’t pining over a different girl, and that wasn’t him. Maybe he’d mention it to Jayce, see if Mel could call her off…or he could just be a man about it and let her down himself. His worrying was interrupted by you and Lest. Viktor tried to ignore the fact that you had stripped off your jean shorts and were in fact not exaggerating when you called the bottom half of the one piece ‘borderline explicit’.

“Did everyone put on sunscreen?” Lest asked as you and her approached the table, both armed with bottles of SPF 50.

“Yes mom,” Sky giggled, cheeks flushed as she swayed lightly on her feet.

“Liar!” Lest accused, walking up behind Sky and tapping a finger against her already reddening shoulder, “You missed like half of your body.”

Sky hissed as Lest dumped the cold sunscreen on her shoulder, flinching away and complaining, “I don’t like how it smells.” She let Lest touch her anyways.

“Well, you’re gonna not like how your skin feels in an hour more,” You informed her, then turned to Viktor with a raised eyebrow, “What about you?”

“SPF 70,” He assured you, vaguely gesturing to the pale skin off his arms, “I’d be dead already without it.”

“Hm, did you get your face?” You squinted at him, “Because your cheeks are red,”

‘Yeah, ‘cause you're half naked in front of me right now,’ He thought to himself, and then said out loud, “I guess I forgot.”

“That's what I thought,” You scoffed, “Come here.”

He hesitated for a second, watching as you poured a small amount out onto your fingers. You held your hands out expectantly, nodding for him to come closer. He obeyed, stepping forward and dropping his face just enough for you to reach. You didn’t hesitate to touch him, watching your own hands as they smoothed the sunscreen across his face. With you this close to him in the bright sun he could see every detail of your face. Unashamedly he studied the color of your eyes, the dozens of shades that blended around your dark pupils, expanding and contracting just slightly as you looked around his face. The mark from the sunglasses that were now being used to hold your messy hair back away from your face was still pressed into your nose, just the slightest dent in your smooth skin. A years old scar was placed in the hollow of your cheek, so faint it would probably disappear within a year or two. The light pressure of your fingers moving against his skin felt like the only thing holding him to the planet right now. A sunscreen covered tether brushing gently across his cheeks and chin, carefully under his eye and all the way to the tips of his ears. The lotion was cool, but may as well have been boiling the way blood rushed to the upper layers of his skin.

“You know, sun exposure is worse for you than smoking,” You told him matter-of-factly, pushing hair off his forehead to keep sunscreen out of it as you rubbed your thumbs across his temples.

“I do not think that is true,” He laughed, staring at the light sheen of sweat already gathering at your hairline. He wanted to lick it away.

“Totally is,” You scrunched your nose insistently.

“I am sure you are lying, but I’ll believe you anyway.” He told you, hoping his words didn't come off as desperate as they felt.

“As you should.” You nodded curtly, rubbing your thumbs under his jaw and dragging your hands down the column of his throat and back of his neck, the light pressure making his heart skip. You patted your hand against his chest, “All done.”

“Thank you.” He said standing upright, as you stepped away.

“Of course,” You told him, taking the sunscreen across the way to Jayce and Mel. Viktor did his best not to stare at the exposed skin of your ass as you walked away.

“Captains gotta take care of her crew,” Lest said dramatically, following you to the couple at the other end after finishing with Sky. You rolled your eyes at her with a scoff.

“Hey, I want everyone to have fun, and being burnt to a crisp is not fun.” You told them, pouring sunscreen into Jayce’s hand and letting him put it on his own face. Only because he was too tall for you to reach, Viktor told himself.

“Very thoughtful of you,” Mel said sweetly, lightly tapping your chin, “We appreciate it.”

“Well, of course,” You beamed at her, copying her accent. With that, you and Lest were off to find the rest of your friends to smother in SPF 50. As Jayce gathered up the ping pong balls to finish up the game, Viktor did his best not to stare after you like an abandoned pet and avoid the disappointed look in Sky’s eyes at the same time.

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As the day went on, Viktor became more and more grateful you had insisted on sunscreen. The sun stayed high overhead, shrinking the shadows of the rocks and boat to nearly nothing. Once Sky had sobered up enough, the group took to the water. JInx immediately began scaling one of the pillars, jumping from a ledge ten meters up. She coaxed Jayce into doing it, too, although he didn’t stray above the five meter mark. Lest and Mel laid on some rocks just above the water line, salt drying on their skin as they absorbed the sun.

Vi was arguing with Ekko over who would win if they were to race to a nearby buoy and back. Apparently last year they had the same argument, but never made it around to actually competing against each other.

“Why don’t you just race?” Viktor asked from where he was sitting on the edge of the rocks, calves in the water.

“Because Vi knows she’ll lose,” You told him, you were on your back, swimming in lazy circles around the pair.

“No way I’d lose!” Vi scoffed, offended.

“Then race,” Cait shrugged, leaning back on her palms where she sat next to Viktor. She raised a challenging eyebrow at her girlfriend.

“She won’t!” Ekko laughed, splashing water at Vi, “She doesn’t want to risk getting shown up.”

“In your dreams Little Man,” Vi said, invoking the childhood nickname that Viktor had heard her use only a couple of times before, “I can swim laps around you. I could swim laps around all of you.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” You stopped your circles, swimming closer to the rocks, “Let’s race.”

“You want to race me?” Vi laughed.

“I love you for your confidence, Vi,” You gave her a sarcastic smile, “Yes. Race us. If you think you can swim circles around us, prove it.”

“All of you?” Vi barked another laugh, nerves edging into the sound, “Yeah sure, let’s do it.”

“You two gonna participate?” You asked Cait and Viktor, swimming up to the space beside them.

“Yeah right,” Cait scoffed, shaking her head and eyeing the open ocean past the rocks, “I’m not swimming that far out,”

“Lame,” You groaned, “I wouldn’t let them do it if it wasn’t safe.”

“I’ll do it,” Viktor shrugged, ignoring the sideways glance Cait cast towards him.

“Really?” He was glad that the question from you was tinged with excitement as opposed to doubt.

“Yeah,” He told you, moving over as you pulled yourself out of the water, “I told you, I swim better than I walk.”

Ekko and Vi followed, the four of you lining up on the edge of the rocks as rules were established. The first to make it out, around the buoy, and back wins nothing but bragging rights. Viktor ignored the attitude Vi had about him participating. It was one that most people had when going up against him physically. Clearly she didn’t want to leave him out of it, but beating the disabled kid in a race wasn’t anything to brag about. He brushed it off. He knew what the outcome of this race was going to be.

Cait stood to the side, waiting for everyone to settle into starting positions. When they deemed themselves ready, Cait counted down and let them go. All four of you dove into the water with varying levels of skill. It had been a couple years since Viktor had swam like this, but his muscles remembered the motion. The waves threw him off for a moment, catching him in a way that threw off his steady rhythm. It only took a moment for him to adjust, his arms cutting through the water at a rapid pace. His weaker leg kicked with less force, but the other made up for it. The motion was so familiar, it felt good to be pushing himself through the water. He felt younger. As soon as he had readjusted for the moving water, he lost sight of you and Ekko and Vi.

As the water cooled and became darker underneath him, Viktor knew he was reaching the buoy. He began to look for it each time he tilted his head to draw in a breath. When he found it, he made a tight curve to get around it. He was close enough to kick off the side, giving him a few extra easy meters. Eventually he could hear the muffled sound of Cait cheering his name from the starting place.

He stopped, breathing heavy as he grabbed onto the rocks with one hand, the other swiping water out of his eyes, contacts blurry. Viktor blinked and looked back to see Ekko only a couple of meters behind him. Cait cheered on you and Vi, both of you another couple of meters behind Ekko. As Ekko reached the rock, Viktor pulled himself up out of the water, sitting back in the place where he had been earlier. Ekko shook his hair as he came up out of the water, making Cait yelp and shield herself from the spray.

“That was impressive,” Ekko laughed, knocking a fist against Viktor’s thigh as he tried to catch his breath.

“Eh, sure” Viktor shrugged off the compliment as you and Vi reached them, stopping in what could definitely be considered a tie.

“Okay, So Viktor is an olympian and just hasn’t told us,” Ekko told you and Vi.

“Yeah, Viktor won by, like, alot,” Cait agreed, then turned to Vi, “Sorry, babe.”

“Also, I didn’t win, but I did beat you,” Ekko said, jabbing a finger at Vi who looked incredibly unamused.

You dragged yourself up out of the ocean, water pouring from your hair as you sat next to Viktor. You bumped him with your shoulder, eyebrow raised as you asked him, “Aren’t you from a landlocked country? Where did that come from?”

“I was on the, uh, adaptive, I think you’d call it here,” The words were unfamiliar in english, “Yes, I was on the adaptive swim team in my town. Made it to nationals most years.”

“That’s impressive,” You nodded, your tone light when you said, “Didn’t know I was racing against a professional. Almost unfair isn’t it?”

“Eh, you also lost to Ekko and Vi, who are not professionals,” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow at you, “I believe you would have lost regardless of my skill.”

You gasped in mock offence, slapping him lightly with the back of your hand, “Rude!”

“What, you want me to lie to you?” He laughed, the others were out of the water now.

“How does it feel to be wrong, Vi?” Ekko asked, puffing out his chest with his hands on his hips proudly. Vi punched him in the stomach, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough to make him huff and bend over.

“Gonna make you eat those words Little Man,” Vi told him, “Next year I’ll whoop your ass.”

“Can’t wait to beat you again,” Ekko said, still hunched over as he flipped her off.

Viktor turned his attention to you as Vi and Ekko began to rough house trying to push each other back into the water.

“What happened with you, huh?” He asked, tilting his head, “I thought the ocean was your thing?”

“It is!” You defended, shrugging, “I’m a strong swimmer, not a fast swimmer. I’ve never been in a rush when I’m in the water, ya know.”

Viktor hummed, pursing his lips as he thought about your words.

“But, I know for a fact that I can swim deeper than anyone here,” You told him, then poked him in the chest, “Including you.”

“Hm, you are right,” He agreed, thinking for a moment and then opening his mouth to ask something else.

Before he could, Jinx shouted your name from the other side of the rock formation, cutting him off.

“What?” You called back, leaning onto your palms behind you as you waited for a reply.

“Come approve of this jumping height!” She shouted back, “Jayce won’t do it until you say it’s safe, Captain.”

“Stop calling me that!” You groaned, standing up. Viktor looked up at you, your body blocking the sun as you stood over him. You huffed, “I’ll be right back, let me go make sure our friends don’t fucking kill themselves.” “Best of luck,” He called after you, laying back against the warm rock and watching as you walked away.

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Hours later, Viktor was floating on his back, the water cradling his body in a way that made all the pain ebb away. He watched the birds overhead, count at least three different species based on size and wing shape. He wondered what it would be like to be so free that not even the ground could hold you in place. Where he was right now was probably the closest he’d come to knowing.

“Viktor!” You called, swimming up to him.

“Hm?” He asked, moving so he was treading water.

“Do you want to see something cool?” You asked, chin just above the water, a glint in your eyes.

“Sure…” He said, hesitant at what you were proposing.

“Good, come with me.” He followed as you swam away, off towards one of the rock pillars.

You stopped next to it, bracing a hand against the slick surface to keep the waves from pushing you into it. Viktor did the same.

“What are we doing?” He asked, looking up at the rock. He hoped you weren’t going to ask him to climb the side like Jayce did. He’d hate to disappoint you.

“Are you claustrophobic?” You asked, “Or afraid of the dark?”

“No and no,” He told you, then said your name with concern before asking again, “What are we doing?”

“Give me your hand,” You grabbed the back of his hand, guiding it down the rock under the surface of the water, “Do you feel that?”

Sure enough he could feel the edge of the rocks give way to a tunnel, he nodded.

“Good, I’ll go first,” You didn’t let his hand go, “It’ll only take a few seconds to get through, but it’ll feel like longer,” You squeezed his hand, “Just keep a hand on the wall, and don’t panic.”

He nodded, trying to even his breathing and push out the anxiety. You let go, took a deep breath and disappeared under the water. He watched as the flash of red fabric you were wearing disappeared into the rocks. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs as much as he could. Blindy he followed, doing as you told him and keeping a hand on the rocks as he pulled himself through the opening. He counted slowly in his head, reminding himself it really was only a few seconds of being blind with no oxygen.

He gasped when he came out on the other side, wiping the water off his face. He realized he could stand here, soft sand underneath him. You steadied your hands on his biceps as he stood and looked around. You had brought him to a cave inside the center of the rock. A narrow hole extending all the way up to the surface allowing a beam of light into the small space. It reflected off the water, casting rays of light against the walls and your face as you smiled at him. The water was only up to his hips, it was enough to keep him stable, though.

“What do you think?” Your voice echoed as you watched him observe the space.

“This is…how is this even here?” He asked, moving to look directly up the chimney.

“I don’t know exactly, something about how the rocks formed, probably trapped air or ice or something from forever ago,” You shrugged, plucking a snail off the wall and examining it.

Every sound was loud in the space, echoing against the walls along with the sound of dripping water and gentle waves lapping against your bodies.

“This is amazing,” He touched the wall, entranced and wanting to know more, “How did you find this place? Do all the rocks have caves in them?”

“They might, not any that I’ve been able to get into, though,” You explained, placing the snail back onto the rocky wall, “I found it when I was a kid.”

“Hm, have you shown the others this?” He turned to you, watching you from across the space. You were turned away from him, pressing on an anemone hanging limply from the wall.

“Lest knows about it, but she doesn’t like small spaces,” You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder, “Otherwise no.”

“Why’d you show me?”

“Thought you’d find it interesting,” You told him, turning around, “You like it, right?”

“Of course,” He nodded, looking around.

“I remember when I found this place, the tide was so low there was barely any water,” You barked a laugh, the sound echoing off the walls, “I stayed in so long my dad thought I drowned. It was the only time he ever yelled at me.”

“I imagine that was scary for him,” Viktor scolded jokingly.

“Ha, yeah, he told me not to come in here again, but it’s just so…” You gestured around, “Other wordly.”

“That’s a good word for it,” Everything about the space was certainly alien; the green blue light, oversaturated sound, even the slight movement of snails and tiny crabs and unsupported anemones on the walls felt like creatures from another planet.

“I used to come in here and pretend it was actually a different place,” You laughed, nostalgia in your voice, “Like everything out there was separate. Sometimes I hoped that when I left I’d be in an alternate universe.”

“Did you want things to be different,” He asked, smoothing a hand across the surface of the water.

“Eh, at the time.” You shrugged, “In retrospect, things weren't that bad. But everything feels like the end of the world when you're eleven, right?”

“Yes, I suppose it did,” He agreed.

“Still, even now that I actually like my life…it’s nice to be a different person inside here sometimes.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek. There was something he was missing. Something about the way you were looking at him, like you were begging him to connect dots.

He tilted his head to the side, racking his brain for wherever hint you were trying to give him. Worried that maybe there wasn’t a hint at all and he was reading into subtext that wasn’t actually there.

“So, in here we are different people?” Asking aloud made it click, “...oh, like, in here, I am not your classmate?”

“Hm, I guess not.” You shrugged innocently, meeting his eye. There it was. That’s what you wanted.

And that was all he needed. He took one quick step through the water, easily closing the distance in the cramped space, and practically fell into you. Your teeth clicked together as his lips crashed against yours. His hands held your face to his, he could taste lime as your mouth moved against him just as desperately. He pulled you away for a moment, forehead leaning against yours as he panted.

“Why can’t girls just say what they want,” He complained, unseriously, placing a light kiss against the side of your mouth.

“Where’s the fun in that,” You teased, hands squeezing his waist playfully. He pulled you to him again, hands still on your jaw and nape of your neck, you pushed him away gently, bringing your hand into the space between your bodies, “We only have half an hour before the tide rises,” you set a time on your watch.

“And you didn’t just ask me to kiss you immediately,” He whined, moving his hands down to the small of your back, “What is wrong with you.”

“Hey, I had stuff to say,” You laughed, looping your arms over his shoulders, “Besides, I can’t let myself seem desperate.”

“Yeah and touching my face earlier in front of everybody, in front of Sky, definitely wasn’t desperate at all,” He teased, lips close enough to brush against yours when he spoke.

“Hey,” You grabbed his hair pulling him away an inch. He couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes fell halfway closed, “I was helping.”

Viktor didn’t respond, he just pulled against your hand to kiss you again, slow and controlled. Your lips were parted for him already and he took the invitation, tongue sweeping across your teeth. Your tongue was burning hot in comparison to how cold your lips were. The taste made him weak. He grabbed your wet hair, pulling your head back with gentle force.

You whined at the loss of contact, panting and looking down your nose at him.

“Vik, please,” You begged, nails digging into his shoulders. He shuddered, eyes falling closed as he tried to breath, the feeling of your hands on him and half his name in your mouth almost too much to handle, “Fuck, please kiss me.”

He pressed his lips to the column of your neck briefly. Then the taste of sunscreen and saltwater filled his mouth as he licked from your collar bone to your jaw to the spot behind your ear. He wasn’t necessarily a prideful person, but he sure as hell felt like the biggest man alive at the shuddering moan you let out just from him tasting your skin. He bit at your jaw, breathing you in.

“Don’t leave marks,” You gasped, hands tangling into his wet hair.

“God I want to,” Viktor groaned, palms moving down the curve of your ass and pressing you to him, “I want you so bad.”

“We don’t have time,” You told him, pulling his face up to meet yours, desperate when you told him, “Just take what I can give you for right now.”

“Gladly,” He scoffed, dipping back down to your mouth.

He kissed you like he’d die if he stopped. His tongue found every surface in your mouth, licking into you like food. You accepted it all enthusiastically, biting his lips and sucking gently on his tongue when ceded control for a moment. He could feel the water rising above his waist already. He took advantage of this, bending down slightly and grabbing the back of your legs. You gasped as he picked you up and held you against him, the water making it an easy task.

“Vik,” You warned, clearly uncertain about this. You smoothed a hand over his cheek, he leaned into it heavily, eyes fluttering shut as he took a deep breath.

“It’s fine,” He assured, eyes hooded, “I’m fine, I’ve got you.”

He pressed a kiss to your sternum, loving the weight of you against him. Savoring the feeling of something he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to do again. You relaxed. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him again, letting yourself be held. He kept one hand on the underside of your thigh, just under the curve of your ass, fingers kneading into the soft flesh there. His other moved to your hip, brushing under the tight line of your swimsuit to feel your skin under his fingers. Your motion was fluid as you kissed, a push and pull that felt perfected like this wasn’t only the second time you had done it.

“I think about you all the time,” Viktor panted as you pulled away slightly to breathe, “all the fucking time.”

“Don’t tell me that,” You said sadly, “This can’t leave here. Out there this doesn’t exist.”

“Why? You want me. I want you,” He held you closer, pressing as much of his body against yours as he could, “What the fuck are we doing?”

“I’m sorry,” You muttered, hands shaking at the feeling of him against you, “I can’t. You know I can’t. Please, just take what I’m giving you. Let this be enough for now.”

Your words from earlier were sadder now. Clearly hard enough for you to stick to without him begging. He pulled back, your hand back on his face as he watched you. The desperation in your eyes was begging him to just enjoy this moment. He pressed his forehead to yours, nodding with his eyes closed. He could feel your eyelashes against his skin.

“Just kiss me, please,” Your voice was soft, but loud in the cramped space.

He did as you asked. He wanted more time. He wanted to kiss you slow and deep. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to lie with you forever. He didn’t have that time, so he let himself rush. Trying to squeeze in a month's worth of kisses into whatever time he had left. You reciprocated, licking into his mouth, breathing him in. Your hands wandered over his shoulders, feeling the muscles move under his skin, the way goosebumps were left in the wake of your fingertips. You pulled away enough to kiss him on the side of the mouth, teeth grazing across his skin as he tilted his head back for you. The light from above shined into his eyes, warming his face as your tongue warmed his neck. He wanted you to leave marks on him again. The one you had left last time was faded and gone. No longer there for him to press into with his fingers to remind him. He knew you wouldn’t.

The water was almost up to your shoulders now. Raising higher, threatening to take you away from him. He held you tighter, hands moving over you. He couldn’t guarantee you’d ever let him touch you again, he needed this. He wanted the feeling of you burned into his palms. He wanted scorch marks in the shape of your lips on his neck. He didn’t want to feel anything else ever again.

Your watch let out a string of shrill beeps. You groaned, pulling your mouth away from his skin, “We have to go,” you told him, eyes closed and nose pressed to the spot just under his ear.

“No.” He said, pulling you back to his lips. His tongue slipped back into your mouth, lips sealed to yours.

You hummed, pulling away from him slightly, lips still on his as you spoke, “Vik, we’ll drown.”

“I’m fine with that,” He was. He’d gladly die kissing you if that was an option.

“I’m not,” You laughed against his mouth, “You can’t ask me out at the end of the semester if we’re dead.”

“An unfortunate truth,” He punctuated his words with kisses.

“Sorry we can’t have everything we want,” You told him, unwillingly unhooking your legs from his hips, and standing on your own. Viktor groaned in frustration, head in your shoulder. He didn’t want to let himself be bitter, but it was hard knowing there was nothing real, nothing tangible, keeping you away from him, “Let’s go.”

You stepped away, moving through the water to where the entrance of the cave was, “There will be resistance on the way out, just use the rocks to help move out and don’t panic.”

He watched you take a deep breath, then reached out for you, “Wait.”

He pulled you against him one last time, kissing you with as much want and purpose as he could gather in his body. Grateful when you kissed him back letting him envelope you. He pecked your lips until you giggled when he pulled away, letting himself smile against your mouth.

Without saying anything else you took a deep breath and disappeared below the water, swimming out with Viktor on your heels. You gasped as you resurfaced on the other side, squinting into the bright sun. You held on to the rocks and to him as you both got your bearings and let your eyes adjust.

You snorted a laugh, “Do I also look like I’ve just been kissing someone for the past half hour?”

He admired you for a moment. Yes you definitely did, lips swollen and cheeks flushed a soft red, “You look gorgeous.”

“Shut up, Viktor,” You scoffed, splashing water at him gently before swimming away.

He swam over to you, breaking the rules just for a moment as he pulled you against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist while the both of you treaded water, “Vik.”

“What?” You raised an eyebrow, swallowing hard and glancing warily down at his lips. He wasn’t going to kiss you, you had made it clear that wasn’t allowed.

“I like when you call me Vik,” He admitted.

“Hm, I thought nicknames weren’t allowed,” You tilted your head, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, from everyone but you,” He told you, leaning forward and rubbing his face against your cheek, the sun warming his back already, “You can call me whatever you want to, but I like when you call me Vik.”

You gave a content hum and returned the gesture, pressing your cheek against his, “Hm, good to know, Vik.”

“Is this breaking the rules?” He asked, pressing his nose to the spot just under your ear, breath warm against your wet skin.

“Most definitely,” You tried to laugh to hide the shudder that ran across your body.

With that he let you go, reluctantly watching as you swam away towards the others. He wished he could sink to the ocean floor or maybe spend his life in the air, just somewhere where he would stop wanting you.

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As the sun sank closer and closer to the grassy horizon, Viktor did his best to soak in as much of the feeling as he could. He laid himself out on one of the flat west facing rocks, hands under the back of his head and eyes closed. This was one of the few days in what felt like months that he wasn’t thinking about class or research or future internships.

“Channeling Rio?” He recognized your voice behind his closed eyes.

“Indeed,” He hummed a laugh, “Snakes have the right idea with this whole war rocks thing, it’s very pleasant.”

You laughed softly at him. He could see your face in his mind perfectly.

“We have to leave in like an hour or so,” You told him, “Just letting you know,”

“Hm, thank you,” He cracked an eye open. You were sitting on your knees, a few feet away from him, and holding an odd rock in your hands. You hadn’t noticed that he was looking at you yet and he watched as your eyes traveled up the line of his body. An almost imperceptible blush painting your cheeks when you met his eyes.

“You’re gonna have weird tan lines from the tape,” You told him, glancing back down to his knee, “Does it really help as much as your brace?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say as much,” He said, moving to where he was leaning back on his elbows. He lifted his knee, examining the new color that developed around the tape. It certainly couldn’t be called a tan, but it was a slightly different shade than when he had woken up this morning, “In the water I need the brace less, and today is what I’d consider a good day in terms of the pain.”

You nodded, looking back up at his face. He always found himself grateful for your reactions to him when he spoke about the physicalness of his body. You neve flinched away. You never looked at him with pity. The questions you asked never made him feel like he was being examined. You never made assumptions about how he was feeling or what he needed. You didn’t point out when something changed, didn’t make a big deal on days he wore a more intense brace or had a crutch instead of a cane. It also never felt like it was because you simply didn’t care. He felt seen by you in a way that was unfamiliar to him. The closest anyone has ever gotten aside from his mother was Jayce, and even he had his overwhelming flurries of concern occasionally.

“What’s that?” Viktor asked you, breaking the eye contact he wasn’t sure how long he had been holding and nodding down to what you were holding.

“Oh!” You glanced down, looking at it like you had forgotten it was there, “Oh, yeah, wait.”

You scooted closer to him in your knees, holding whatever it was gingerly in your palm. You were close enough for him to see what it was now. An oyster shell. No, not the shell. A live oyster, a thick rock was jammed in between the two shells, holding it open. You dipped a finger into the flesh between the shells, then another as you dug for something in the muscles. Your tongue was caught between your teeth, eyes focused as you worked. Viktor wasn’t quite sure what you were doing, but he could tell you were doing your best to not harm the mollusk inside. Fingers moving, slow and gentle. He blinked away a cloud of dirty thoughts. Deeming this not the time.

“Ah, got it!” You gasped, then pulled your fingers out of the shell, clutching something in your palm, “One sec.”

You pried the rock out of the oyster, the imobile creature clattering to the rock when it snapped shut. You picked it up, leaned over to the edge of the water and dropped it back into the ocean, swishing whatever was in your other hand around in the salt. Then you turned back to Viktor, moving even closer to him, your bent knees almost touching his thigh.

You beamed and held your palm out to him. In the center of your hand was a small asymmetrical pearl, “For you!”

Viktor stared at the pretty offering in your hand for a moment, unable to form a coherent thought. You shoved your hand a little closer, urging him to take it with an eager expression on your face. Slowly he reached forward, picking up the pearl and looking at it closer. The sheen was a soft pink color, layers of gray mixed in. It was shaped oddly, almost circular but the layers of minerals still held the shape of whatever they had formed around.

“Pro mě?” His voice came out softer than he expected it to, not thinking when he spoke in his native language.

“Mhm,” You moved closer to him, a palm placed on his thigh, “Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous… how,” Viktor scoffed, realizing he would never be able to predict whatever odd move you were planning next.

“The oysters around these rocks produce a lot of pearls,” You shrugged, “I don’t know why, it honestly doesn't make much sense. I’ve wanted to do research on it, but I also don’t want people to know that they’re here.”

“You didn’t kill it?” He asked, rolling the pearl in his fingers, “Others would have, right?”

“Eh, probably,” You scoffed, nodding, “It’s hard to catch them open enough, but I’ve gotten better at it.”

“What an interesting skill to have.” He mused.

“I’m glad you think so,” You fidgeted for a moment, then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Instantly he leaned into the pressure of your lips on his skin, sucking in a sharp breath and missing the contact the instant you pulled away, “Don’t tell anyone where you got it, if people know about the pearls, they’ll ruin this place.”

He nodded at you, closing his fist tightly around the pearl as you slipped away from him. Back into the ocean and swimming towards the others before your skin had even dried off.

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d1xonss · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Could I request a one shot where reader and Daryl are like complete opposites?? But he realizes eventually he’s grown to love her or something like that?? Thank you!

Enchanting

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 5/6

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 3.6k

AN ~ Thank you so much for this request! I’ve been writing some pretty sad stuff lately so I’m glad to have something on the lighter side lol. I tried my best with this considering I haven't been writing much outside of the series I've been updating. But I'm always up for the practice. Hope you enjoy!

He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. How someone so fragile, so delicate, so perfect, survived this long in a world as shitty as this.

Alexandria as a whole felt like a dream within itself. Arriving with his family at the giant gates after living a life of hell on the road, it was something he would call a miracle. Though he hardly believed in such a thing, he thought this was as close as it was going to get. Houses lined up down the road, running water, electricity, it almost seemed too unreal to him to even want to stay in a place like this.

It took him some time to get adjusted, some of his people having to drag him out of the house by his hair to actually give this place a chance. They wanted him to open up, socialize a bit more with some of the people in the community seeing as they were planning to stay in this dream-like place.

Carol was the most persistent of them all. She poked and prodded at him for days to get out of the house and actually give this place a chance. He would argue and say that he had left the house since their arrival, but in her mind, going out for hours to hunt was hardly the socializing she had in mind. All she wanted was for Daryl to be able to thrive here as the rest of them were slowly doing, not wanting to see him completely shut himself out.

So, after a whole week of trying to coax him out of the secure home, he finally agreed to a party.

Did he enjoy parties? No, absolutely not. He didn’t know what to do at those types of events, not knowing how to really talk with others freely as it wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He would most likely just awkwardly stand in the corner by himself until enough time passed for him to be able to leave. And at least then he could say he tried.

When the day finally came it was safe to say he was a little nervous. He hadn’t talked to really anyone outside of his close knit group in what felt like forever. He had no idea if he would even be good at the whole “small talk” thing as he never once was to begin with. But still, he promised he’d try.

So, after getting back from a hunt he went on earlier that day, he headed towards the lit up house as instructed. Though the closer he got, the more nervous he became. His palms began to sweat a little as he wiped them a few different times on his jeans, trying to swallow whatever anxiety was creeping back up to haunt him. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but it was. To him, it was.

He eventually forced himself to open up the front door with almost instant regret, seeing a few turning heads to notice his presence in the room. Though he tried to ignore it for the most part, only nodding to the familiar faces he saw in different areas of the mostly filled house. He already grew uncomfortable at the watchful eyes that managed to follow him, purposefully looking away as he kept his head down while he moved.

Alright, time to find a corner, he thought to himself as he subtly scoped the place out, preparing to be alone for most of the night.

“Daryl!”

Damnit.

He reluctantly turned his head to see Carol approaching him rather quickly with a wide smile on her face as she quickly brought him into a hug, “Oh, I’m so happy you made it.”

“Mhm,” he hummed with a nod as he patted her back awkwardly before she finally pulled away, “Said I’d try…so m’ tryin.”

“And I’m very proud of you.” she said sincerely as she placed a hand on his cheek for a moment, before pulling back with an even larger smile, “You want something to drink?”

He dipped his head in a nod of appreciation as she tapped his shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” she promised, before turning around to maneuver through the sea of people.

Daryl patted the sides of his legs nervously as he waited for her return, scanning over different things in the house that caught his attention. One was the slightly flickering light above his head, another was the music playing somewhat softly in the background of people’s loud conversations. And the third was a laugh. A quite delightful laugh that had his attention from the second it hit his ears.

Daryl’s head whipped in the direction of the sudden delicate noise, his eyes catching sight of a woman he had never seen around the community before. Over the past week he had managed to see a few other residents of Alexandria when he traveled outside, sending them a polite nod when he passed through. But he had never seen you before.

He watched intently as you interacted with someone else from right next to you, whispering something close to your ear as you let out another light and enchanting laugh. His eyes moved over the features of your face, seeing your eyes crinkling at the corners and dimples forming on your cheeks from how wide you smiled. His lips parted a little at the sight, his head even tilting a bit to the side as he continued to study your movements.

You occasionally tucked a piece of hair behind your ear everytime it got in the way of your eyes, your hand effortlessly falling back down to grasp the cup of the drink you held in your hands. Your nose occasionally scrunched up a bit as you spoke, clearly about something that brought you joy and it intrigued Daryl more than he was willing to admit. A part of him wanted to get closer to hear the delightful story you were surely telling. He could in fact almost make out the sound of your voice from where he stood-

“Here’s your drink.” Carol’s voice quickly cut into his thoughts.

He practically jumped out of his skin at her arrival, glancing down to see the beer bottle in her hands before swiping it in his own grasp with a quiet thanks. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion as now all Daryl could seem to focus on was the ground, but curiosity got the better of her as to why he was so jumpy. Her eyes glanced behind her shoulder and did a scan of the surroundings…before a smirk was brought to her face.

“She’s pretty.” she commented casually.

Daryl’s eyes flew up to meet her smug expression with a scoff, “Dunno what yer talkin bout.” he brushed off as he raised the bottle to meet his lips.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “I’m not dense, Daryl, and neither are you…” she trailed off before glancing back once more to catch you laughing yet again, “I think you should go talk to her.”

A scoff was the only response he could come up with, a reddened pigment covering his cheeks at the suggestion. You were already having a good time, why the hell would you want to talk to someone like him instead.

“I’m serious.” Carol pushed, “I think it’s the right kind of socializing you need.” she finished with a wink.

He gave her a pointed look as he took another swig of the liquid, his eyes panning back over towards you as the person whom you were once talking with, suddenly walked away. So now you stood alone, swaying back and forth a little to the music in content as you occasionally took a sip from your own drink as well.

“Well, would you look at that…a spot seemed to open up.” Carol teased as she nudged his side a little to which he just brushed her away with an annoyed grunt.

Though he couldn’t argue as he continued to casually glance at you still standing alone, though it looked like you didn’t mind too much. You looked almost too peaceful in a cramped party filled to the brim with people. Maybe he should take a chance. Just this once in his life maybe the leap of faith would do him some good, giving him an opportunity to talk to you.

After having an eternal inner debate with himself and a loud sigh left his lips, he finally pushed himself to move forward. He tried to ignore Carol’s wide smile in encouragement as he passed by her completely, but it truly was hard to ignore. He huffed as he moved further, awkwardly squeezing by a few people lingering in the way before he could reach you.

Although it happened all too fast, now standing in front of you with somewhat of a blank expression as you now looked him in the eye. Daryl swallowed thickly as he stood frozen upon seeing your gaze match his, your eyes were beautiful as they seemed to hold something much more than he was expecting. Everything about you seemed to make time stop for him.

“Hi.” you greeted politely after a few seconds of silence, sending a smile his way that almost caused him to melt.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.” he responded dryly, now almost panicking as he didn’t think this through as much as he should’ve. He was suddenly rendered speechless, not knowing what to say next as you looked at him almost expectantly.

Though your eyes narrowed the smallest bit, the smile still remaining on your face, “I recognize you, you’re new.” you stated with a raised finger, “Apart of Rick’s group, right? Daryl?”

“Uh huh.” he mumbled as he continued to stare, almost in disbelief that you had recalled seeing him before, enough to recognize him and even know his name. He’d almost wished you would repeat his name again so he could hear you say it just once more.

Your smile widened even more if that were possible as you suddenly held out your hand for him to take, “I’m (Y/N).”

And just like that, after hearing your name for the very first time, he could never seem to get it out of his head. He didn't necessarily know it then, but you would soon become a person that Daryl cared very much for. Someone he would give up his life for. Someone he would grow to love.

He was infatuated with you, slowly finding the time to leave the house more and more so he could have a chance at catching you outside as well. Normally he would never be so bold as to plan something like this just to get a chance to talk to you, but he couldn’t help it. There was just something so special about you that he couldn’t ignore.

Months in the community went by just like that, getting countless chances and opportunities to spend more time with you on multiple occasions. You were honestly flattered that the stoic man wanted to seek you out whenever he got the chance, offering to help fix something in your house or inviting you out on one of his hunts, you were always excited upon his arrival.

In exchange you would always have something to give him in return for his countless acts of kindness. Whether it was giving him something you had baked or his worn jeans you offered to patch up and sew, you wanted to give him something. He always seemed to deny your persistence, wanting nothing in return as he thought you were the best gift he could ever receive. But still you pushed, batting your eyelashes at him until he finally agreed to take whatever you presented, leaving you smiling at his bashful state.

You knew of his growing feelings towards you, of course you did. You picked up on it after he stopped by your house about three different times to make sure the bathroom sink he had fixed was still working properly. Daryl however was still painfully oblivious as he failed to realize that after all this time, you too found yourself growing feelings for him.

“I think you should just bite the bullet and ask her.” Carol advised as she mauvered around the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of them.

Daryl’s constant resort was to just scoff at her words as he held his head in one of his hands at the kitchen island, “Alright.” he mumbled sarcastically.

She whipped around with slightly widened eyes, “I’m being serious!” she said as she stirred something heated on the stove, “And you better do it fast before she gets swept up by someone else.”

His eyes quickly snapped up towards her at the possibility, “Ya think that’ll happen?” he asked, not even trying to hide his worry.

He cared for you deeply, unlike anything he had ever felt before, the last thing he wanted to see was you with someone else. But at the same time he was scared. Scared to ask you out for some kind of date if you didn’t see him the same way he saw you. He didn’t want to ruin what he already had with you, he didn’t want to scare you away. But the suggestion of you being with someone besides him now made him worry further.

“I think that it could happen.” Carol corrected, “She’s very kind and pretty, it’s hard for me to believe she hasn’t found someone yet.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing…” Daryl said as he trailed off, “Better then endin up with some asshole like me.”

The woman sighed heavily as she dropped the wooden spoon in her hands and turned around fully to face him, “Daryl, that girl absolutely adores you. You might not be able to see it, but I do. I think you should just…take a chance. Like you did with that party.” she spoke knowingly.

He sent her a glare through his lids, earning a small laugh from her as she turned back around. His mind seemed to wander for a long moment as Carol’s back was facing him now, thinking if now was really the time to make some type of move. He wanted nothing more than to just confess what he’s been feeling for so long, wanting to sweep you off your feet and never let you go. But it wasn’t that easy.

He had thought about this situation before in the past, a lot more than he was willing to admit, but everytime he seemed to always talk himself out of it. He didn’t know how you would react, if you would be offended or flattered. If you would turn him down easy for leave him brokenhearted. There were too many possibilities for him to ignore, too many scenarios to think through.

But in the end you were the kindest person he had ever met and he felt safe with you, safer than he had ever felt before. Perhaps that was the only reason he needed to finally take a chance.

Before he could even process what he was doing, he suddenly stood up from his seat and headed straight towards the front door, trying not to talk himself out of the sudden decision he just made. He was fast and light on his feet as he walked down the porch steps, nearly falling on his ass as he missed the last one in a hurry. But he hardly let it bother him, looking like a man on a mission to others he was passing by on the sidewalk.

The walk to your house felt fast and slow all at once, his heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest with each step closer he got. He felt his hands begin to sweat a bit as he trudged up the steps to your pretty yellow house, noticing the arrangements of flowers you had on either side of the porch that matched your personality perfectly. He was inches away from the front door now as he stood back and hesitated to knock on the wooden frame to your home. His eyes glanced down for a moment to your welcome mat below his feet, scraping off his dirty boots as he would never wish to track mud into your house.

With his boots clean(ish) and a huff passing from his lips, he finally raised his fist up towards the door to give it a firm and heavy knock, waiting for you to answer. The seconds seemed to go impossibly slow as he waited, wondering to himself if you were even home. You loved to head to the gardens this time of day, picking your share of the fruits and vegetables being grown. Perhaps he had missed you completely, contemplating if he should just turn around and head back seeing as the seconds turned into minutes.

But then he heard it. The faintness of your voice calling through the house that you were coming, followed by the pitter patter of your light and delicate footsteps. He swallowed thickly before the door was suddenly swung open, revealing your smiling face that seemed to light up even more at just the sight of him.

“Hey!” you greeted cheerfully as you bounded forward to close the distance between you two, bringing him in for a tight embrace.

He grunted at the sudden impact, but smiled a bit to himself as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you softly. He feared that he would break you if he squeezed a little too tight.

You pulled back with a smile just as wide as your eyes lingered a bit over his face, “What’s up? You need something?” you asked politely.

He couldn’t help but think that he needed you and only you, but it felt a little wrong to be that blunt right away so he settled with a shake of his head, “Nah, just…just wanted ta see ya.” he spoke honestly.

Your eyes twinkled at the sweetness of him as you laughed lightly, “I’ve been wanting to see you too.” you admitted, “It feels like it’s been too long since we’ve hung out.”

“Yeah,” he grunted as he cleared his throat a little, “Shit’s gettin busier round here.”

You nodded in agreement, a little sympathy on your features as you knew how much he did around here for the community, “But- uh…” he quickly corrected, “I’ll always make time for ya…no matter how busy it gets.” he admitted nervously.

Your heart warmed as you smiled at him sweetly, “You sure?” you asked a bit playfully, “You sure you’re not too busy?” you poked as you ventured out to take his hand softly in yours.

He smiled down at you as you intertwined your fingers with his, as you normally would do, “Never.” he promised.

His eyes then took the time to take in your appearance as he normally would do. Your hair was pulled back a bit as it was tied up with a light pink ribbon, framing your face angelically as a few strands fell from the front and landed just above your cheekbones. He then noticed the sundress that fit your figure beautifully, finding himself loving the many skirts and flowy dresses you constantly wore. And then the jewelry that hung around your neck, a tiny pink diamond that was shaped into a heart as it sat in the middle of your chest.

It was actually a gift he had given you weeks ago, something he had found on a run that just reminded him of you. It was so soft and delicate, and the heart seemed fitting to your style.

“Did you…want to come in for a bit?” you asked as you noticed him grow a little quieter than usual.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of your sweet voice, “Oh- uh- nah…I just came over here ta…ask ya somethin.”

“So ask.” you prodded gently with a soft squeeze to his hand that made his knees feel like jelly.

You knew that Daryl often had a hard time with things like this, seeing it made him uncomfortable to say or ask something out of his comfort zone. But you were always so patient with him it blew his mind, always willing to wait for him to just come out and say it.

“Alright, so uh…” he cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, “I was just um…just wonderin…if ya wanted to maybe…go on a ride with me sometime…?”

Your eyes brightened a little as you went to open your mouth to answer, but he quickly cut you off, “Nah, I mean- n-not like just a ride, but like…out together sometime…just the two of us...kinda like-”

His rambling went on for a few more seconds before you decided to cut him off instead. He suddenly clamped his mouth shut in a split second when he felt the softness of your lips brushing across his cheek, leaving a light peck before you pulled away with a smile.

“I’d love to.” you said.

The man was stunned to silence, feeling his face get hot and the burning of his cheek becoming more intense as he tired to process your actions. You couldn’t help but laugh a little to yourself as you gave his hand another comforting squeeze while gazing up at him through your long lashes.

“I’m free tomorrow at noon…if that works for you?”

He stood there in bewilderment for a moment or two before frantically nodding his head, not counting on his words in this moment in time. You nodded back before venturing your hand out of his hold and up towards his face to move some of the hair that had fallen over his eyes. He almost quivered at the feeling of your fingers gently touching his hair, silently wanting more though he would never ask.

“I can’t wait.” you admitted gently and quietly, lulling him back into the same enchanting trance he was hit with the moment he caught sight of you for the first time all those months ago.

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year ago

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POLY YANDERES XIAOLONG AND VIVI HEADCANONS

I can see Vivi becoming infatuated with you before Xiaolong and it doesn't matter how you meet her, you could be some bartender at Club Vivi, or you could be at the club enjoying with your friends or you could be one of the members of the Worker's Affiliates, she falls for you first and she'll fall HARD. She'll immediately make her loyal bodyguard Xiaolong bring you to her and he'll have a stoic look as always and nod as he obeys her, however his interest in you is piqued. What exactly could be so interesting about you that you've managed to capture Vivi's attention like that? Nevertheless, you'll be taken to the private room where Vivi is and of course, once you get inside, there's no way for you to get out since there are literal assassins guarding the door

"Hi, you look cute, want to be friends?" asked a girl with brown hair and pink colored glasses on her head wearing a blue jacket and some pink pants, as she had an enthusiastic expression on her face and offered you a purple colored pacifier. You looked startled out of your wits and you felt confused as to why she was offering you a pacifier of all things and why the heck she'd take you to some private room. You smiled awkwardly and tried to look for a way out when you spotted her bodyguard Xiaolong glaring at you with an intimidating stare, his eyes conveying a hidden threat and message that you'd most likely regret it if you reject her advances towards you. You plastered a smile on your face and accepted her pacifier, unsure of what to do with it before she pulled you onto the couch next to her and started chatting about something excitedly while you tried to keep up with her mindless chatter

When she offered you some alcohol, you politely refused her and shook your head and she looked at you with a childlike curiosity and her eyes surveyed your features, you looked like a goody two shoes in her opinion, who's never done drugs or touched alcohol and she smirked. She was going to have too much fun with you, she couldn't wait to make you hers and for her to sink her claws into you. You're squirming slightly from nervousness which she finds amusing and slightly adorable an Xiaolong watches you from the corner of the room as well, finding your squirming amusing and endearing at the same time. "What are you doing in a club if you aren't going to drink? Especially MY club?'' asked Vivi as she looked at you with an intrigued look. "Oh, I'm just here to celebrate my friend's birthday...I'm not really one for parties to be honest or clubs...I'm just here for my friend'' you said and smiled politely as her eyes narrowed slightly. It hadn't even been a whole hour for her to know you and yet she already found herself growing to despise and develop a hatred towards these silly insignificant pathetic creatures you called your 'friends'

In Xiaolong's eyes, you look like an untouched lotus in a murky pond, a breath of fresh air in all the toxicity and nonsense he has to deal with on a daily basis. He could make out that you had a heart of gold when you tried to prevent Vivi from doing her drugs as usual. While Vivi looked at you amused that you asked her not to do drugs, Xiaolong appreciated how kind and noble hearted you were. He could find his heart growing and developing a soft spot for you despite looking stoic and composed and collected on the outside. Vivi wanted to keep talking with you till you told her you had to leave and she frowned at you. Leave? Oh no no, that's not how things work, when she takes a liking to you, you're staying with her and by her side, PERMANENTLY. She'll pout and whine so much you'll feel like ripping your ears off, she'll smother you with her attention and words so much you'll feel suffocated in her mere presence alone which is what she desires. You'll obviously tell her that you can't spend more time with her and that you're glad you've become friends with her(Somewhat), you have to put your foot down firmly and tell her that you need to get going. That's when her smile will disappear and she'll look at you with this unnerving expression that'll send a cold sense of dread settling inside your veins

You'll hastily tell her to have a good night as you back away from her slowly, missing the slight nod she gives to Xiaolong nearby who just holds your arms and prevents you from leaving. Your heart beat almost stops and your face pales in fright as you squirm around helplessly, pleading with her to let you go. "Aww...you look so cute when you're squirming like that...like a helpless little bunny...you're my friend now, okay? And friends don't leave each other~" she said in a singsong voice as her eyes glinted with obsessive manic desire for you. That was the last thing you've heard her say before you felt a needle prick the nape of your neck and you could feel yourself losing consciousness and you blacked out in an instant

You wake up in some kind of lavish bed with soft bedding and you see fuzzy pink cuffs on your wrists and you let out a shrill screech on top of your lungs as you recalled what happened. Vivi just looks at you with a pout on her face. "What's the matter, don't you want to stay here? Don't you want to be my friend? I told you friends don't leave each other...'' she spoke as you looked at her like she was insane(Mainly because she IS). You don't need to worry your pretty little head about going back to your old life, not when you have your 'best friend' here to keep you company. For the love of god, don't mention anyone else's names in her presence, she's possessive and controlling as hell and she wants you to be devoted and loyal to her, she won't stand for some other insignificant little pest occupying your mind when your thoughts should be comprised of hers. She feels like you're betraying her or something and you can bet your allowance that she'll be sending Xiaolong and the rest of the other members after you so called precious friends. You don't need to worry about the blood stains on their suits, just focus on being with her, that's all

Even though she does drugs, she's a damn good listener and she will listen to whatever you say. Just because she's in that drugged out state, she can still HEAR every word you say subconsciously or something and if anything interesting slips out like your past with some guy or how you used to be friends with this one girl back in your elementary school, she'll remember it all right. Then you know the drill of what happens. She wants you to tell her EVERYTHING about your life, you'll be sitting across her with those fuzzy pink cuffs on your hands, forced to tell her about your life history. Even if you deliberately leave out a few details here and there she'll just have to do her own research of course and that wouldn't take her long

No way is she going to share you with her friends, you're her special and exclusive friend but you feel more like a pet for her. You'll be forced to sit next to her whenever she and her friends are up to their usual antics of doing drugs and you tremble helplessly, which is something Xiaolong cannot bear to see. By now he's grown quite fond of you, perhaps even fonder than Vivi has of you and he'll just gently shush you and cradle you in his arms. While Vivi is overbearing openly, Xiaolong is overbearing secretly. He'll always have his eye on you at all times. Vivi and Xiaolong have come to a mutual understanding with each other that they like you and want you to be with them, every time Xiaolong sees you, his heart grows warm with love and affection for you. He's also quite the keen listener and notes down every single detail of whatever you tell Vivi and him, they both have elephant like memories

Vivi isn't cruel, to Xiaolong at least since she'll allow him to hold your hand and be physically intimate with you and all that. You fill the empty voids in both of their hearts, it's like you're a missing puzzle piece that they've wanted for so long and now they finally have you in their clutches. Xiaolong likes holding you in his arms, you feel so small and fragile and delicate like a porcelain doll, he wonders how you've survived for so long without having someone to look after you but no matter, he's there for you and so is Vivi. You'll now be forced to even sleep on the same bed as them and they're so possessive, their arms will be wrapped around you while you're sandwiched between the both of them. Xiaolong will straight up destroy people who breathe the same air as you, you belong to them now. NO one has the right to look at you anymore and god forbid someone makes the dumb mistake of trying to flirt with you. He doesn't care if it's one of Vivi's friends either, he'll just straight up punch them and knock their teeth out and proceed to use his Guandao to deal with that little pest for good. How? By slicing their head off. Of course you'll be traumatized as heck by the sight and you'll be a whimpering sobbing tearful mess and Vivi and Xiaolong would just hug you and soothe you and dry your tears

I pray for you if you ever think of escaping from them, it's best if you just let go of that idea completely. If you somehow manage to escape even though it seems HIGHLY unlikely, but like I said, IF you do, Vivi would just track you down in mere seconds, she's the daughter of a Chinese billionaire and all she has to do is just pull in a few strings with Eugene and Mitsuki to find you and Xiaolong and the other Worker's members along with the Bicheon gang would be on the hunt for you so there's no way you wouldn't be found in an hour or so. Vivi is genuinely hurt and upset, how could you leave her like this, you were supposed to be with her. Xiaolong loved you and his mind is racing with thoughts of you being injured which is something he hates to think about, he can't fathom you getting hurt

When you're eventually found, Xiaolong will just carry you in his arms and any protest from your end would immediately die out the second you see his cold dark menacing look, looking like he's ready to murder someone. He'll then proceed to scold you like a child for leaving and how it's not safe for you to be without him or Vivi. It's for your own good and when Vivi finds out that you're back she isn't pouting or sad anymore. She's genuinely mad that you left and now she has to punish you. She may or may not slip in a few sedatives into your food to make you more pliant and docile. However if someone assisted you in trying to escape, they better be praying to whatever god they believe in since she won't go easy on them at all. She'll strap them to a table and drug them and use all sorts of acids on them and find sadistic pleasure in just straight up torturing them till she finally pours hydrochoric acid on their face like how she was about to do to Daniel while you're forced to watch her 'entertainment' for you. You don't need to cry like that, she'll never hurt you, she loves you after all. Miraculously if the unfortunate soul ends up surviving after all the torture inflicted upon them Xiaolong would just end up killing them anyway, they can't take any chances. Any witnesses for your kidnapping or your 'home coming' are taken care of by murder, bribery, blackmail and so on

They do have their soft moments with you too, they like running their fingers through your hair and like it when you speak or sing or just talk to them in general. They'll look at you with love sick obsessive gazes if you decide to show them a dance or one of your talents. Vivi isn't heartless, she'll allow you to have your hobbies provided she and Xiaolong be there with you. You have no privacy anymore because they both are constantly breathing down your neck at every second of the day. They also like cuddling with you too, you'll be in between them and they'll hold you. One thing they both can agree on is that you can't take care of yourself and you need them to take care of you, you're their helpless little doll that they'll take care of. Vivi likes nuzzling into your neck like a cat and rests her head against your lap and Xiaolong will hold you in his arms and kiss your head softly and hold your hand. He likes how soft and gentle your hands are compared to his rough and calloused ones. The day you decide to give in and reciprocate even a small kiss on their cheek they'll be over the moon. Xiaolong's heart would hammer against his chest and he'll kiss the back of your hand with a soft smile on his face and Vivi would squeal in excitement like a high school girl with a crush and pepper your face with more kisses

You definitely won't be leaving them anytime soon. They've created a hell on earth for you to be their heaven...

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rekino2114 · 7 months ago

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Hey, I love your work and was wondering if you could do a work similar to the Halloween fic with the sdra2 girls but with Christmas. Since Christmas is coming up, anyways happy holidays.

The sdra2 girls celebrating Christmas with you

A/n:Thanks for requesting, happy holidays to you too and I'm sorry if this feels too repetitive

Holiday post #9

Sora

Sora was already in the mood to celebrate when December started, she really likes Christmas and she wanted nothing more than to celebrate with you

She really likes decorating the house with you, putting up the Christmas tree and making all the decorations. She particularly likes making snowflakes out of paper and hanging then around

She loves playing in the snow too, she'll drag you outside even if it's cold to have snowball fights and make snow angels

Sora didn't exactly know what to get you, so she had to ask around to your friends, but in the end, she brought you a gift you liked

"It's really nice to be outside you kn-.....hey that was a low blow, I wasn't paying attention and you just aimed at my face, well it's on now, you think you're the only one who can throw snow balls?"

Kokoro mitsume

Kokoro has a very critical view of Christmas, she thinks it's a commercial holiday that has the only effect of increasing the earnings of companies and she has no problem telling you that to your face. But if it's for you then she'll try to celebrate

.....in her own way, the most she'll do to get into the Christmas spirit is put on a hat if you ask her, but at least it's something.....right?

If mikako is there, she'll be more open to actually celebrate because she can't resist her daughter being so happy about something, but she'll mostly stay inside whole watching you two play in the snow

She knew exactly what to get you and giving it to you in a wrapped present was probably the most Christmas themed thing she did all day, you still really appreciate it though

"Here this is for you......you like it? Yes obviously,I knew you would......merry Christmas I guess"

Emma magorobi

Emma really loves Christmas, the whole holiday vibe really makes her happy and the fact that she gets to spend it with you is the cherry on top

She just loves to randomly sing Christmas song, she mostly does it when no one's around so she's very embarrassed when you catch her doing it but she actually likes it when you compliment her singing

Watching Christmas movies is an obvious activity you'll do, she hasn't starred in many so she just likes to watch the classic ones while snuggled on the couch with you

Using her money to spoil you is one of her favorite things to do and that triples when it comes to gift. She'll just bring you to a shopping trip and buy everything you look at even for a second

"Come on babe, come on the couch it's so warm, but I think I need a bit more warmth, possibly the body temperature of a cutie~"

Setsuka chiebukuro

Setsuka also loves Christmas especially because it means that she gets to spend time with the people she loves, in particular you

She definitely throws a Christmas party with the entire class, she wants to make sure everyone has fun but especially you, so she mostly stays near you the entire time

She would enjoy doing karaoke with you and doesn't really care how embarrassing it is for the other people, but if you're uncomfortable she just do it with hibiki

She knew what to get you but when she went to the mall she just saw a lot of things she thought you'd like so she just ended up buying a lot more stuff than planned, but at least that way you have a lot more gifts

"So are you having fun baby? Oh big sis is glad, come on let's go sing a bit more ok?"

Hibiki otonokoji

Hibiki does like holidays in general and Christmas so she she'll definitely like to celebrate with you ans her sister

She obviously likes to sing Christmas song, be it just in private or with you at karaoke, you've heard "all I want for Christmas is you" more times than you'd like to admit

She planned a Christmas concert with her sister and invited you (as well as kanade's partner) to come and even gave a special seat and backstage pass like she does for everyone of her concerts

She doesn't like to admit it, but she didn't really know what to get you, so she got kanade to ask you, she really has to thank her sister for that later

"Hello everyone and thank you for coming to our Christmas concert, especially to the person in the first row my amazing partner y/n l/n!"

Kanade otonokoji

Kanade loves doing anything with you and showing her love to you. so it's pretty obvious that she'd love a holiday where she has an excuse to buy you anything you like and be with you for a long time.

Hibiki kinda forced her to do a Christmas concert which she didn't really want to do since it took time away from being with her darling. But she was happy that you came to see her and you two kissed in the dressing room later

After the concert she just likes to stay in and cuddle with you near the fireplace while watching a Christmas movie ans mumbling about how you're her Christmas miracle

She knew exactly what to get you. It was basically everything you wanted over the year. Even if you didn't tell her, she still somehow knew, and there were even some things you could have sworn were not on sale anymore. When you asked her about it she just told you she'd do anything for you no matter the cost

"What is it darling? Do you not like the gifts? oh I'm glad, what's the problem then? Oh don't worry your pretty little head about that OK? I'd do anything for you?"

Iroha nijiue

Christmas is probably one of iroha's favorite moments of all the year, not only because the aesthetic of it is amazing but she also gets to celebrate with you

She likes to paint the scenery she sees outside the window, she thinks the ground covered in snow is really pretty and her paintings always look great

She does like playing in the snow occasionally (she looks adorable all bundled up in scarves and wore a hat on top of her beret) but she enjoys staying inside and drawing while cuddling you

She didn't have enough money to buy you something, so she decided to make you something herself, as well as giving you a painting of you two while apologizing profusely. She was very happy when you just hugged her and told her you loved it though

"O-oh hey y/n, it's nothing I was just painting the scenery outside....oh you like it? T-thanks"

Yoruko kabuya

While yoruko doesn't particularly think of holidays as special days, and doesn't really celebrate that much, she'll still do it for you, even if she will let you do most of the decorating and other stuff

But she will definitely take care of the drinks and food for you two, she doesn't make anything too special but it's still her food so it tastes amazing and you love it

Her favorite thing to do is definitely watching Christmas movies together, while she may blush a lot at how close you are, she really loves cuddling with you while drinking the hot cocoa she made and watching the movie

She just straight up asked you what you wanted and brought it and gave it to you on Christmas day. To her credit, she tried her best to wrap it up, though

"O-oh thanks, but it's nothing, hot cocoa is literally the easiest drink to make ever, a kid could make it. H-huh? It's still special because I made it? *sighs* God, you're so cheesy"

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mochinek0 · 2 years ago

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Daminette December 2023: 27-Be Positive

CONTINUATION OF 12-BETRAYAL

"Are you sure it's okay to have a watch party here at your place, Alya?" Lila questioned.

"Are you kidding me?" Alya cried out, "It's not every day we get to see your boyfriend, Damian Wayne, on TV!"

"Did you really invite the old class?" Lila asked.

"It's like a mini reunion!" Alya giggled, "We still don't know where Marinette is, so she won't be here, if that's what you are worried about."

Lila remained silent. Marinette hadn't gone to high school with the rest of them. The class had asked her parents, but they just said she transferred elsewhere. There wasn't any reason to bring the baker's daughter into the mix that day. No one had seen her in years and as far as they knew, she never went home.

"I'm so glad we can watch it togther." Lila smiled, "I would have been there, but I have to fly with my mother to Italy tomorrow so I couldn't go."

Soon, everyone arrived. They got snacks and drinks, ready to watch the Wayne Christmas Gala on the TV.

"The Wayne family is finally here!" the announcer declared, "It seems we have the whole family in attendance! Bruce Wayne and his fiancée, Selina Kyle. We have Dick Grayson and it seems his wife and daughter aren't here this time. It seems a miracle is upon us; Jason Todd is in attendance. We also have the Co-CEO of Wayne Enterprise tonight, Tim Drake."

"It seems Damian Wayne decided to join us tonight." the announcer continued.

"I can't wait for you to see him!" Lila cooed, "I wish he had more free time so he could come to Paris and meet you all! He's so handsome!"

Damian appeared on the screen.

"Oh, he is cute."

"Not really my type, but okay."

"He looks like this dad."

"Is it me or does he look pissed off?"

"Oh, it seems he brought his newly announced fiancée, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" the announcer declared.

Lila's jaw dropped.

"Marinette!"

"Woah! She looks completely different."

"She grew her hair out! It's so long!"

"Remember whn she wore pigtails?"

Both Damian and Marinette stopped in front of the cameras for pictures.

"For those of you who don't kno the story behind Gotham's couple, it all started when Marinette Dupain-Cheng joined Wayne Enterprises at the age of eighteen." the announcer spoke, "At the age of twenty, she was running their fashion department and that is when Damian met her. Damian Wayne has stated in several interviews how he was , at first, determined to close down the department. That desire is wheat led him to meet her. We have learned that she did not cater to the Wayne ego and told him to leave her alone. Over time, Damian kept a watchful eye on her and even went as far as accusing her of seducing him. When he confronted her, months later, she punched him and quit. Bruce and Timothy Drake-Wayne begged her to stay, even attempting to raise her commission price to $200,000 for every design her completed."

The room was silent as they listened to the couple's tale.

"In the end, Marinette only desired Damian to apologize." the announcer laughed, "Our local Ice Prince then confessed he had found her attractive and distracting. It has been five years since that fated day when they started going out."

Across the screen showed pictures of the out on dates, walking in the park, eating at resturants; both cute and fancy.

"Just last month, Damian Wayne proposed." the announcer spoke, "Let's see if we can get a word in. Mr. Wayne, Miss Dupain-Cheng, there's a question viewers are dying to know."

"Maybe, we can answer." Marinette replied.

"Aside from her beauty, what drew you to dating Miss Dupain-Cheng?" they questioned.

Marinette covered her mouth, but the audio picked up a slight snort.

Damian blushed, "I was raised by my mother who taught me women were meant to be valued by thir strength, not their appearance. Marinette showed me how strong she was; that day I asked her out after she punched me in the face. Marinette is kind, smart, strong, a leader, and confident. I couldn't imagine anyone else by my side."

"Thank you for you answer, Mr. Wayne." the announced replied, shcoked, letting them walk off, "Well, there you have it folks. Out Ice Prince was dethawed by some heated words and a heated punch by Gotham's very own Sunshine!"

The TV cut to commercial and all hell broke loose.

"Lila, what the hell was that?"

"Didn't you say you were dating Damian Wayne?"

"Yeah!"

"Why is he with Marinette?"

"Why is he engaged to Marinette?"

"Are you 100% positive that you're dating Damian Wayne?"

"You think she's lying?"

"I just want to make sure before we blast Damian Wayne online as a cheater!"

"He cheated on Lila and deceived Marinette! The media is saying he's been with Mari for five years! Lila said they've been together for two years!"

"Do you have any pictures? We can use that as proof!"

"Knowing Marinette, she may just say that you're 'lying again'. She wouldn't believe you!"

Lila gulped, "I-I was lied to."

"Huh?" questioned Nino.

"The person I was dating said he was Damian Wayne, but he doesn't look like the guy on TV. I was too speechless when he came out on the screen to say anything. I'm sorry for the confusion." Lila admitted.

"Well, you better call him and tell him you just saw the Wayne Gala and know he isn't the real Damian Wayne!" shouted Alix.

"Wow! I can't believe that Marinette has been in Gotham!" spoke Nathaniel.

"Are your kidding? She's engaged to one of the world's billionares and is and is a fashion director for their company!" Kim exclaimed, "I wonder when she is coming back."

"Why would she come back here?" Adrien questioned, "Paris may be the fashion capital, but why would you lose a really good job like that?"

"Marinette's about to become Mrs. Wayne!" Rose cried out, excited.

Lila stood up, suddenly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Alya asked.

Lila had tears in her eyes, "I-I need to make a call."

"Do you need one of us to go with you?" Mylene asked out of concern.

Lila just shook her head.

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Peace

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Is the life of a future popstar too much for Harry to handle? Memories flood back as this song comes into creation.

Our coming-of-age has come and gone. Suddenly the summer, it's clear, I never had the courage of my convictions. As long as danger is near, and it's just around the corner, darling, 'cause it lives in me. No, I could never give you peace

We have both grown up now since we saw each other last. We were only teenagers. I’ve liked him for all of these years, but we had our own lives. We ran in different circles. Different cities. Completely different lives. We spent that summer together, having the time of our lives. I almost told him then.

The day before my 18th birthday, we spent the day in his pool that sat in his backyard. His parents were almost never home. Always had somewhere to be, things to do, people to impress. Harry wasn’t like that.

He was a homebody. He didn’t do parties, or people, or drama. He kept to himself. He focused on school work and his music. So many nights I’d stay up and listen from my window, the soft guitar or piano that would come from the house next door. I would sometimes write lyrics to songs he played often. Other times I would duet songs when he had a hole in his lyrics. He doesn’t know that I could hear. That’s my secret to keep. Or so I thought.

We were sitting on the roof of his house, overlooking the neighborhood, the moon casting a soft glow on his skin. My parents went with his parents to a party, and we decided to stay behind. He stared up, watching the stars twinkle and fall across the sky.

“I don’t want my life to ever be like theirs. They spend so much time worrying about what people think of them, but it could be so easy.” He was talking, letting his feelings pour out of him to me, his best friend. “They dress up, they leave, they never get to relax. They never get to live. I can’t do it. I can’t be like them.”

“You don’t have to be you know. You can deviate from their life. We are almost adults now. We can do whatever we want. I want to show my music to the world, but that’s just because I’ve got a story to tell. You can do anything Harry.”

“I want to do my music, I just don’t think I can do it like you can. I’m not that lyrically talented. I don’t think I can perform.”

“That’s not true Harry.” I said before realizing what I’ve admitted.

“How would you know? I don’t share my music?” He plays dumb for a moment, already knowing the answer.

“I um…” I stutter. He chuckled at me, finally looking over at me, his green eyes sparkling in the light of the moon.

“I know you can hear me when I play. You’re the reason I play so loudly. I love to hear you sing to my music.” He said. Thank god it was dark so he couldn’t see how red my cheeks got. He chuckled again. “I can’t believe you thought this whole time I didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t think you did.” I admitted to him, my face blazing hot.

“You were born to perform. You have such a beautiful voice. I’m just not sure I’m meant for that life. That many people watching me. I can’t do it.”

“So what do you want to do then?”

“I don’t know. I want to do something with music. I could help you write. If you’d ever hire me when you make it big.”

“Of course I’ll hire you Harry. Why would I ever think of hiring someone else?” I tell him. He looks back up at the sky. He started to speak, but chose not to. The silence lingered over us like the darkness of the night. When he finally spoke up again, he said,

“I’m glad you’re my friend. I couldn’t imagine growing up with anyone else.” I loved the sentiment, but I wanted to be more than his friend. I wanted to be his girlfriend. I wanted to be more.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come. All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

I never thought I’d see the day we separated. We were inseparable. We were a team and then Harry had decided that he wanted to expand his music skills by going to a music college.

Don’t get me wrong. I will always be super proud of him. I just couldn’t imagine my life without him. I didn’t want him to forget about me. To forget everything we had and everything we had done.

Harry puts the last bag of his belongings in his car and shuts the trunk. He walks over to me standing on the sidewalk in front of our houses.

“Don’t look so sad. I’m not going to be gone forever.” He told me as he wrapped his arms around me. He felt warm despite the autumn breeze blowing on our skin. Leaves danced on the sidewalk as they got blown around.

“I know, but we’ve never been apart for this long. I don’t want you to go.” I told him, my voice wavering.

“I’m going to school. I’ll be back for holidays and spring break. Just think of how good my music is going to be after this. I’ll have a degree to submit as my qualifications to help with your music.”

“The odds of me making it are slim to none Harry. I hope you have a backup plan.” I told him, not knowing how wrong I was. How I should have just asked him to stay.

“I don’t need a backup plan. You’ve got this. You’re fantastic. You’re going to make it there one day. I can feel it. Keep uploading your videos. Keep sending in demos. You’ve got this.” He assures me. He holds me tighter. It’s another one of those moments where I wanted to tell him then and there. Maybe if I told him that I loved him, he would have stayed, but that’s selfish. I couldn’t take this away from him. So I stayed silent.

“Do you promise you’re going to try and keep in contact with me?” I asked him pathetically.

“I’m going to do my best. The different time zones is going to make it so I’m up way earlier than you and going to bed earlier, but I’ll keep in contact the best that I can.” He promised. He held his pinkie out to me, something we had done forever.

He kissed me on the forehead before he climbed in his car and said goodbye to me, unknowingly for the final time.

That first week was hell. Harry wasn’t able to talk at all. He didn’t text. He didn’t call. Not even a letter. All I could think about was that forehead kiss and what it meant. He had never shown me that level of affection before. Of course we hugged and sometimes cuddled, but nothing more. Why would he give me that send off and then leave me stranded with nothing. Not a single crumb of anything to hold on to except for the memory of that kiss.

It sent me into a spiral. I wrote more songs in the following weeks than I had ever before. Our contact was very limited. He was always in class. When he got out of class I was in bed. I tried staying up late to catch even just a single text, but it was so few and far between that I really struggled. My chest ached with how much I missed him.

One song in particular stands out to me now that I’ve made singing a full time job. It was the song that went viral. The song that got me noticed. I wrote it during that period of silence from Harry. When the only messages I did receive after the silence was him saying how sorry he was and what he had been doing lately.

So I wrote a song because it was the only way I knew how to cope. It was all of my heartbreak. All of my loneliness. All of the feelings of losing somebody you love even though they’re alive. I felt our friendship slipping like water through my fingers and I tried desperately to cup my hands, but it leaked anyways.

When I finally got around to recording the song that I wrote, I posted it to my usual channels and that’s when my life changed. I woke up to thousands of notifications. My video, my song had went viral in a matter of hours. I had never imagined that my music would actually take off.

It was after that day that a record label had seen the video and wanted to sign me. I obviously took it, and that caused what was left of Harry and I’s communication to cease completely. We both were busy. We weren’t able to talk anymore. In the hardest time of my life I was blessed with my dream job. It was difficult for me to process. I was so upset that I lost Harry but I was getting everything I ever wanted. The one thing I wanted the most was to see Harry again and tell him I made it.

Your integrity makes me seem small. You paint dreamscapes on the wall. I talk shit with my friends. It's like I'm wasting your honor.

“Did you ever think you’d make it?” The interviewer asked me once. I was doing a lot of press before I went on my first tour. My first album had just been released and it was huge. I got number one on billboards. This was everything I dreamed of.

“I always wanted to make it, but I did have my doubts.”

“I’m sure. Did you expect ‘Mourning’ to go viral overnight?” She asked, mentioning my first song about Harry’s departure from my life.

“Absolutely not. I thought it was going to be like all of the others. Some views. A few likes. Not waking up to internet fame.”

“Well it seemed to have worked out for you! Now you’re about to start your world tour, you’ve already done a fair amount of traveling around. Is there anything you miss about home?” She asked me, making a stabbing pain form in my chest that radiated and transformed to nausea in my stomach.

“Of course. There’s a lot I miss about home. When I lived there, I just dreamed of getting out of that town. I hated living in such a small area where everyone knows everybody. But now I kind of feel bad for talking so much crap about it. Of course I love traveling and this is something I’ve always wanted to do, I miss being home. I miss how calm it was. I miss my friend.” I said, the last sentence slipping out unintentionally.

“Now is this the person ‘Mourning’ is about?” She immediately clocked me not wanting to mention him.

“It is.” I admitted to her. She already knew.

“Did you have to leave them behind to chase your career?”

“In a way, yes. But I’d rather not tell the tale. He would want his privacy. And he deserves that.” I told her.

The rest of the interview went smoothly, her not bringing Harry up again. After that interview, I needed some relief from the feelings that began to flood me again after thinking of Harry. I cancelled my next interview. I isolated for a week, just drinking and writing songs. Now the whole world knows about him, and I still feel immensely guilty for even slightly bringing him into the spotlight.

I know they don’t know who he is, or where he’s at now, but he always hated the attention. He hated the spotlight and everything associated with this job. That’s why he always talked of being one of my songwriters. He wanted to be in the shadows. And all I did was send people chasing after his scent, trying to figure out who he is like a pack of feral dogs.

I still feel guilty today for that interview.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child, give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

I was halfway through the tour at this point, and I still think back to that interview. I think about Harry everyday, and how as much as I want him. I can’t give him what he wants. Not anymore. My life is too chaotic. More than it used to be.

Once upon a time he was able to calm the chaos in my head, before I let our friendship slip away. I sometimes think about trying to send him a text and tell him everything, but he probably doesn’t want to speak to me after everything. After I abandoned what was left of our friendship. Everything that I feel about Harry is my fault. He was trying and I ended up not being able to text back at all due to everything going on in my life.

Back a few years ago, I was having a terrible time. My mother had recently hurt me. She not only insulted me but crushed my dreams like a bug under the heel of her shoe.

She yelled at me when she found my YouTube channel. She went on and on about how dangerous it was for me to post videos of myself on the internet. She yelled that I was just looking for attention and that I’d never make it. I was wasting my time.

I went to my room to get away from it all. I sat on the bench by my window and just cried. I didn’t play music. I didn’t write. She made me feel so ashamed for what I love to do. I still have a hard time forgiving her for that.

Harry must have seen me or heard everything that happened because it wasn’t long before he was at him window, playing piano. It was my favorite song. He played it a few times. When the music stopped, my phone began to ring.

I picked it up, swallowing down the shakiness in my voice, but I can’t hide how hoarse it is.

“Hello?”

“Do you want to talk?”

“I can’t come over right now.” I told him sadly. He didn’t bring up that I’m an adult and I can leave when I want. He didn’t remind me that I wasn’t a child under them anymore. He knew I would protest. He knows how I get.

“I know. If you want, you can open your window and I’ll come in?” He asked, waiting patiently for my answer.

“Okay.” Is all I said. I opened the window all of the way and went back to my bed. The phone had hung up, but not long after that was Harry climbing through my window. He saw my tear stained face and climbed onto the bed with me. He put his arm around me as I began to cry again. He just held me as I laid against his chest and stained his shirt with my tears. My chest ached with so many emotions. It felt like a fire spreading through me. I was so angry. So disappointed. So ashamed.

I felt like after that, I would never write again. She made me feel horrible for making my music public and I had no idea why. I still don’t. I couldn’t even look at my guitar or piano. I couldn’t stand the sight of them.

He didn’t ask me any questions. He didn’t pressure me to tell him what was wrong. He sat there in silence, holding me, and helping keep the pieces of me together. It wasn’t a bad or awkward silence. He just understood that words wouldn’t help in the moment. He could talk to me when the tears were done. He just held me.

When I did finally calm down enough to be talked to, he was gentle with his words. He was soft. He was kind. He was perfect.

“She’s wrong, you know.” He tells me. “You’re a beautiful singer. You’re amazingly talented. You were born to do this. Don’t let her steal this from you.”

“She’s right. I’ll never make it.” I doubted myself. “I don’t even know why I try.”

“That’s her in your head talking. Don’t let this make you stop music. I’d be devastated if I never heard you sing again.” He looked upset at the thought. “If you can’t keep making music for yourself, at least keep singing by your window for me until you’re inspired to do it again.”

I fell more in love with him that night. I didn’t think I could love him more than I did. More than I do. I’d do anything for him. And if that meant singing silly little covers until I got out of this funk that my mom put me in, I’d do it just for him. Only for him.

The next day I didn’t speak to my mom. I stayed in my room at the window with my keyboard. I played some of Harry’s favorite songs. None of my own, but anything that I could remember that he loved, I played. I sang. I let my fingers hit the keys, the sounds louder the harder I struck them.

When he wasn’t busy, I saw him sitting in his window, just listening to me play. And that’s all I did that day. And the next day. It took me about a week before I began to play any original work, and another week before I began to write again.

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best. But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me.

The tour was almost over. I just finished a performance in New York City. A few more stops before I landed back in my hometown for the last one. I received some of the scariest news of my life.

I walk backstage to the room reserved for me. I flop down onto the couch and just take a moment to relax. The crowd was energetic, like they had all been struck with lightning before I got there. I had to give them a show to remember.

I’m exhausted physically, but my mind never stops racing. Every show makes me think of him. Every song about him makes me go back to those memories of us. How things used to be. I close my eyes and let the feelings float past me. I can’t drown in them. Not tonight.

My manager came in and told me to look at instagram. I sat up on the couch in surprise. She doesn’t normally burst in the room. I opened it and it was the first thing I saw. It was a picture of my house, the caption reading my name, street address, and details about where I live.

In that moment I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had to drown. I was suffocating. Being buried alive. Someone found my home. The only place that was mine. The only place I had privacy. The only place I could escape all of the eyes watching me. It’s not longer mine. It is for the world to view.

“H-how did this happen?” I asked, shock ran through me. “I haven’t been home for months!”

“We’re not sure. We are working to get it removed.” She told me and my chest ached.

I wanted this career but I deserved to have a space of my own. I deserved my home to be one of those things that is private. I deserved to be able to have a life, but I’ll never have it. This life doesn’t allow for privacy. I knew then that Harry wouldn’t be able to have this life with me. He would hate the intrusion. He would hate me for putting him out there and at risk. Harry couldn’t do this. He doesn’t want this.

Instagram finally did remove it, but not before people would screenshot it. Not before the entire world had access to my life.

Most of my fanbase knew I wasn’t home. I’m in a whole different country. I’m worried about my belongings. Will they vandalize my home?

“Can you make arrangements to have someone protect my home? I don’t want-“

“It’s already done. And there will be an extra security presence after you’re done tour and can go home.” She told me and I took a deep breath.

“I’m going to have to move. I can’t have people waiting for me outside my house every time I need to go get groceries. Do they forget I’m a person too?”

“Sadly I think they do. We can look for something I bit more remote if you’d like.” She put her hand on my shoulder to show her support for me, but I wasn’t comforted. I’m still not. I’m afraid to go home after the final night of this tour.

How has everything gotten so crazy for me? It’s been a whirlwind since my video went viral and now I’m on a world tour. I don’t regret a single thing, except of course, losing Harry.

I sit on the couch of the backstage room with a pen in my hand, staring at my blank notebook. The cover open, the first page like a canvas waiting to be painted on.

One more stop, one more performance, and then I can go home. After that, it’s putting the next album together, recording, and touring again. I have to keep my momentum going.

I’m excited to be in my hometown. It’s small, and definitely not like where I live now in the city, but it’s bigger than some of the farm towns we have had to drive through to get from place to place. I can’t believe I ever called it a tiny town with nothing in it compared to the places I’ve seen now. My town is fairly large. The fact it has a venue for me to perform in says enough.

My pen begins to scratch ideas onto the page that will later be turned into lines of a future song.

I long to be home. I long for the peace. I long for the days where I didn’t have to face seeing fans at my house when I leave.

I’ll have to find a way to make that sound more elegant. Maybe make it rhyme.

I long to be held by you. No place will ever be home like your arms are. That’s where I want to be.

Am I really here again? Thinking about Harry. It’s been years. Two or so years since he left for school. Two or so years since I was discovered. Two or so years of the best and worst days of my life.

But you’ll never have me. It’s been too long. I’m too far gone.

I flip the page. I need to find a different vibe. I can’t get myself down before this performance. I only have a few minutes, maybe a half hour before I have to go get on stage.

I take a moment to think about my life. Every part has revolved around Harry. Being his best friend, wanting more, losing him, longing for him. Everything is about him if I want it to be or not.

So I start. I start writing whatever is on my mind, starting with that summer of my 18th birthday.

Our coming of age has come and gone. Suddenly the summer it’s clear.

Words flow out of me, just remembering back to everything. All of these parts of my life coming together to make these verses. I can see myself making a song out of this.

“Are you ready?” My manager asks and I nod at her. I stand up and walk to her. She hands me a microphone. I take a deep breath before switching it on. The lights shut off and the fans scream. I step out onto the stage and the bright lights come back on, all pointed at me. The fans scream wildly as I come into view.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

The beginning notes of the song come on and I begin to sing. My life’s dream. All of my hard work. All right here in this moment. Gratitude and adoration for all of this fills my chest. The words flow out of my mouth without a second thought. The words I’ve sung for years. The words that I wrote in my bedroom of my parent’s house. The words inspired by nights on the roof and days at the parks. The words when I was truly living and words when I thought I would die. It’s all here.

I move across the stage in the way that I have many times before. The same practiced dance moves. The same words and the same lights. Night after night.

I dance and sing my way to the front of the stage and that’s when my whole world stops. The words keep coming out of my mouth and my body keeps dancing but my eyes are trained on one thing.

He’s here, standing in the front row. It’s Harry.

When I make eye contact with him, he gives me the widest smile I’ve ever seen cross his face. He sings along to all of the words that I’m singing. He dances in place on his spot of the floor.

The song ends and the next begins, but I have a hard time shifting my focus. I have to pretend like he isn’t there. Like he isn’t changing my whole world. I have to perform. I have a job to do.

I sing all the words again, hitting every mark, completing every goal. I occasionally look at him, afraid that I hallucinated him standing there. Every time he’s still there. Still singing along. Still having that huge grin on his face. He’s here.

I can’t get off of this stage fast enough. I want to just jump into the crowd and wrap my arms around him. How am I going to find him after this is over? How will I let him know to come back stage. I can’t let him leave here without seeing me. I have to talk to him. I have to tell him how sorry I am for everything that has happened.

The song ends, and this is a part where I talk to the audience. I try to act normal. I try to control how fast my heart is pounding.

“How is everyone tonight?” I ask and it’s followed by screams, whistles, and clapping. “I love the energy here tonight! You guys are amazing!”

The next song begins soon after, not giving me enough time to find a way to address Harry without making it obvious.

The rest of the performance goes smoothly, I don’t mess up a single word. I do every move.

As the last song closes out and the stage gets dark, I make my way to the front where Harry is, my last chance to get to him.

I get there and I don’t see anyone. Harry is walking away. No. No. He can’t leave. I need to see him.

I run backstage and my manager slows me down by stopping me.

“Everything okay?”

“He’s here. Oh my god. He’s here.”

“Who?” She asks.

“Harry. He’s here. I need to find him.”

“You can’t go out there. Those people will trample you to death or kidnap you or something!”

“You don’t understand. I need to see him.”

“I’m sorry but the crowd is already gone.” She says. Tears begin to stream out of my eyes as I look back out at the stage and see that the room is empty.

I run past my manager back to my room and slam the door. I let him slip past me again and I’ll never be able to get this chance again. Sobs wrack my body, my chest on fire. There’s a knock on my door.

“Go away!”

“I don’t really think you want me to go away.” My manager says. “I have something for you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Yes you do. Now open the door or I’m just coming in.”

“No.” I tell her, fed up with her even though this isn’t her fault. It’s mine. It’s all mine.

The door opens and she comes through. I expected something in her hands, but they are empty.

“What was so important?” I ask her, wiping the tears from my face, makeup coming off with it.

“Someone is here to see you.” She says. Before I am able to protest having visitors, my breath is taken away from me again. Harry walks through the door with a big bouquet of flowers in his hands, and a backstage pass around his neck.

“Oh my god!” I yell. I run up to him as he puts the flowers down. I jump into his arms and hold him. “You’re here. You’re actually here!” I say, my face buried into his neck.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you!” He tells me. I don’t even try to move from this hug. This is all that I’ve dreamed of since he left. I hear my manager walk out of the room and close the door. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get a degree before getting famous huh?”

“It’s been a bit out of my control. Harry I’m so sorry-“

“Nothing to be sorry for, love.” He says. He pulls me back and holds my shoulders, looking over my face.

“I do. I got this job and we lost contact and I’m so sorry. I’ve feel terrible for everything.” I admit to him, tears threatening to spill again.

“I would never have asked you to choose texting me over getting your dream. This is what you’ve worked so hard for. I couldn’t take that away from you.”

“I don’t ever want to lose you again.” I tell him softly as his eyes scan mine.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere. I’m finished my two year program. I’m ready to submit my qualifications to you.”

“It’s yours. I don’t want anyone else. I’ll tell my manager.” I say. I start to step away but he holds me in place.

“We can tell her later. I’d like to catch up.” He tells me and I nod, my thoughts racing. We walk to the couch and sit down.

“How was music school? How did you do?”

“I did well. I had fun, but I missed you. I hated not being able to talk to you and hang out with you.” He wraps his arm around me in the same way he did when he was comforting me that night my mom yelled at me. “I was really worried about you when I saw that someone leaked your address. I saw people commenting that you were safe because you were on tour. I bought tickets because I knew I needed to see you. It had been too long. And then one of my professors from school got me in contact with your manager and that’s how I got a backstage pass.”

“You were worried about me?” I ask, not expecting it.

“Of course. That’s scary having your home leaked onto the internet. I can’t even imagine how you must have felt. I didn’t know if your number still worked or if you had changed it, so I didn’t call.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I said you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wanted to see you because I missed you.”

“I missed you too Harry. So much.” I squeeze his hand for emphasis. All of this is because of you.”

“Nonsense. You’ve been working so hard-“ he starts but I interrupt. I can’t hold in my feelings any longer. I have to say it.

“A lot of my songs are about you, Harry. I- I don’t ever want to go that long without you again. The songs about you are what got me here. I owe it all to you. I love you Harry.”

“I love you too. But you got yourself here. I didn’t write those songs.”

“No Harry, you don’t understand. I love you. I want to date you. I want to be with you. But I know you don’t like this life. You told me this chaotic life wasn’t for you. I know that you can’t be with me and it was selfish of me to say anything. I can’t give you the peace you want.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He tells me, his thumb wiping the tears that I didn’t even know were there off of my cheeks. “I want to be with you. I wanted to ask you tonight, but we just got so wrapped up in everything.” He tells me and I feel my body freeze from shock at his words.

“You- told me that night on the roof, you couldn’t be like your parents. You couldn’t do the dressing up, the parties, caring what people think. All of those things are part of my job. How-“

“You’re right. I did say those things, but I’d be willing to do them for you. Do I enjoy parties? Not really. But for you, I’d go to one every night if I could be by your side. I’d dress up in the most ridiculous clothes for it too. You’d laugh at me for sure. But this is your dream, and I want to spend the rest of my life looking into your eyes and seeing how they light up when you’re on stage and singing your music. I want to see how happy you get when your album launches. I want to celebrate your accomplishments with you. I want you.”

My arms fly around him again, more tears coming down my face. “You’d really do this for me? The photos and paparazzi and-“

“I love you. Let them say what they want. We can figure it all out. Just go on a date with me?”

“Of course. Oh my god.” His arms warp around me, and the lines I wrote earlier come to mind. His arms are home. He wants me as I am. He would sacrifice his peace for me. A line pops into my head.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“Shall we get you home?” Harry asks after we sit on the couch just holding each other for a moment.

“Will you stay? I don’t blame you if you don’t want to. There probably people outside of my house and-“

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Or you can stay at mine tonight and go to your home in the morning?”

“Where do you live now?”

“Just right in town.”

“Okay.” I tell him. We get up and go tell my manager everything. About me wanting to hire him on, about me staying at his place, and land to travel home in the morning. She said she would take care of the equipment and everything for me. Harry took my hand and we left in his car. His hand reaching across the center and resting on my thigh as I fall asleep in the passenger seat, glad to finally have him. To finally get to have him in my life again.

Maybe I can’t give him peace, but I can give him love. And maybe that’s enough.

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