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Headcanons for being Owen Gradyâs child
Owen Grady x child!reader
warnings: knives, guns
a/n: i cannot remember the plot bare w me
prompt: being owenâs child
okay, letâs start with the fact that heâs a single dad
that did not stop him from raising you right
navy brat
after a little bit of instability during his years of service, he got a job as a raptor trainer
so you see, it wasnât a typical childhood
you two moved to isla nublar so he could begin his work
âwoah, thatâs a dinosaur?â
âyeah, kiddo, sheâs a velociraptorâ
you were a bit older when you met the dinosaurs, so owen trusted you to be around them
âif you respect them, theyâll respect youâ
blue took a liking to you pretty quick!!!
owen thought it was adorable the way you got along with the raptors
you were sort of like a co-trainer
living in that lil trailer
âthis place is too smallâ
âquit your complaining and eat your mac and cheeseâ
your dad taught you how to fix cars and motorcycles
you did a bang-up job
âyou really are my child. oh, my god, im so proudâ
watching tv with owen all the damn time
it was usually cartoons though bc that was all he cared to watch
sometimes he forgets that you are not a raptor and you have to jog his memory
âcan you get your hand out of my face before i tear it off?â
half of your holiday gifts are weapons
âlook at this knife, y/n! itâs two inches longer than your old one. youâll grow into itâ
âdad, a knife is not a pair of pants...but thank you, i love itâ
youâre pretty good at throwing knives, though. your dad put a target on a nearby tree for you to practice
every once in a while itâs gun practice, though
âokay, remember the proper foot stance...now arms. make sure not to lock up, make sure your fingers are clear from anything that could move...okay, go!â
there was a high level of trust between you and your dad
he ruffles your hair a lot, you used to care
you no longer care
you had free admission to the park, so sometimes youâd take the day off and wander around for a while
you always came home with a stuffed animal (or several)
âis that a stuffed pterodactyl?â
âhis name is pterryâ
âniceâ
back to raptor training: you loved it!!!!!!!
training a dinosaur was nothing like training a dog, lemme tell you
these lovely dinos made you so happy!!!
theyâre pretty at-ease when youâre nearby
arguing when anyone talks about using them for some sort of selfish profit
âtheyâre animals, dipshit! stop treating them like weapons!â
âmr. grady, are you going to tell your child to behave?â
âno, no i will notâ
claire popping over to see your dad while you were working on his bike
because she suddenly needed your dadâs help
and wanted to exclude you until your dad said he wouldnât do anything unless you had the opportunity to come along
âyou know, y/n, i have a nephew whoâs about the same age as you visiting here right nowâ
âhow old am i, claire?â
she did not have a response
your dad was stifling chuckles
ânice one, kidâ *high five*
tHe InDoMiNuS rEx
you: đ
owen: đ
yeah this was not gonna be good
tbh you almost died when you were surveying the cage
why? oh, i donât know...because there was a BIG FUCKING DINOSAUR IN THAT BITCH
ây/n! under there!â
you ran ahead of owen and ducked under a truck where he soon followed (and dumped gasoline all over yall)
terrifying, truly
your dad did not want to let you out of his sight
not todayyyy
âare you okay, yeah?â
âperfect...â
busting into the control center :) tee hee
while owen was barking orders at people and telling them to not do what they were doing, you were sitting next to the guy with a bunch of dinosaurs on his desk
âyou like them?â
ânot really, iâm not fiveâ
âoh...â
turning to the screen to see flatlining soldiers
âoh, shit. uh, thatâs not good. you need to close the park maybe?â
they dont like listening to the child with the bright ideas ig
they did end up shutting off rides though. best they can do, huh?
claire couldnt get in contact with her nephews
you went after them together
it was a long ass journey
you almost died a few times
although your father did trust you to take care of yourself, even in a situation like this, he still was extremely worried for your safety
you got a gun :)
this was actually positively the worst day of your life
okay, it took a long while to catch up to claireâs nephews
âjesus, claire, youâre nephews sure know how to move. this is getting exhaustingâ
you didnât find them until the......pterodactyls got loose
âpterry would never do something like thisâ
ânot the time or place, y/nâ
âsorry, dadâ
finally finding those damn kids
âhey, iâm y/n, your crazy ass aunt just dragged me and my dad all the way around the island to find you!â
oh yeah a pterodactyl tackled your dad
whoop de do your gun was jammed
claire saved the day and all three of you witnessed their little display of pda amidst chaos
âwow, uh, maybe weâll be cousins...â
your dad finally caved and agreed to use the raptors to find the indominus rex
and you got to prove your badassery out there
âyou sure youâre up for this mission, y/n? you know you can stay with claire and the boys if you wantâ
âiâll be okay, dad, i promiseâ
he gave you a hug
YOU GOT A MF MOTORCYCLE
okay i cant lie, you and your dad riding motorcycles side-by-side among velociraptors was probably the coolest thing youâll ever get to do
but they, uh, kind of turned on you and next thing you know, you were speeding after the ambulance claire was driving
zach and gray were relieved to see you
you gave âem a little wave
âdo you think weâll ever be that cool?â
âgray, not nowâ
âiâm gonna take that as a ânoââ
CLAIRE LET OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING T-REX
it was an Experience(tm)
you were split up from your dad and the boys while she was doing that
so you were deathly worried
running over there when it was safe
âis everyone alright?â
âdefine âalrightââ -gray
âweâre fine, y/nâ -zach
âare you okay?â -dad
âyeah, i think soâ
this final battle between the dinosaurs was a bit shocking to watch, but it was hard to keep your eyes off
it all wrapped up and the dinos were let loose
and......the park got closed down
you and your dad were unemployed effective immediately
but your dad and claire finally got together
âyou guys are sweet but are we all going to fit in that little camper?â
âweâll make it workâ
they did for a while
but there was a lot if arguing
your dad wanted to reside in the camper forever, claire didnât, they broke up, you stayed with your dad to help him out during hard times, he decided to build a cabin
he claims he was not affected by the breakup but you knew better
you and your dad had an unbreakable bond, youâd been through so much together
it was only a matter of time before the world had something new in store for you and dad
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PART 3 OF ITS YOUR FAULT PLS !!!! I LOVE IT EKDBJSHD
Well since yâall asked so nicely-
ââââââ
Kuroo x reader - itâs your fault (pt. 3) (final)
â ïžwarnings - angst
Pronouns - male, he/him
part 1 can be found here!
part 2 can be found here!
ââââââ
Sports sucks. Thatâs what Kuroo knew about (y/n), yet he still egged him on to play volleyball with him. He had a choice to say no, which was what younger him was hoping for, yet he still did it in hope of gaining his affection.
All his life he thought he was annoying. All his life heâd been in the mindset of how annoying he was, and how blissful it wouldâve been for him to just disappear off the face of the earth.
So when (y/n) suddenly stopped showing up to practice, Kuroo didnât expect himself to get worried.
He was starting to miss all the clingy touches, or the âgood morning, Kuroo-kun!â every single morning practice. He didnât realize how quiet the walk was to his classes, or to and from home, when (y/n) wasnât there to fill the noise on random things he found cool or how his day was. He didnât know how expensive the drink (y/n) religiously bought him from the vending machine was, even though he bought him the drink with a smile plastered on his face like it was nothing.
âOh, (y/n)? He quit the team.â
Kuroo dropped the volleyball he was holding. Heâd gone up to coach nekomata to ask where (y/n) was, and why he wasnât showing up to practice. But he was regretting asking in the first place. Nekomata gave him a sympathetic look.
Kuroo picked up his volleyball, gave him the best smile he could afford, and walked away. Why was he so devastated? Why did his heart feel like it sunk into his stomach? Why was his chest hurting like that? He shouldâve been glad that (y/n) was finally gone.
So why does his heart hurt so much?
ââââ
Kuroo figured heâd stop by his apartment to see what was going on. Itâs been weeks, yet he couldnât find him anywhere in his classrooms, and he nor Kenma could reach him on his phone.
When he walked up the stairs, looking for the ever familiar door to his apartment, he was nervous. For once in his life when going to talk to the boy, he was nervous. It wasnât a good feeling, he never felt nervous to talk to him before.
When he noticed the door slightly ajar, he clutched the apology basket of sweets in his hand tighter. He wasnât sure what he wanted to apologize for, though. Maybe for yelling at him, or maybe for something else.
â...hello? (Y-y/n)?â When he opened the door, he was met face to face with construction workers, and a blank apartment. Kuroos heart stopped beating. A man, who Kuroo believes was the apartment owner, looked at Kuroo, to his schools jacket, and down to his basket saying âIâm sorry (y/n) :(â
âOh? Are you here for that (h/c)-haired kid?â Kuroo nodded vigorously.
âSorry bud. He moved out a few days ago.â Kuroo couldnât hide the devastated frown from tugging at his lips. He mumbled a small âsorryâ and spedwalked out of the building.
He spammed (y/nâs) phone, probably texting more than he ever did his whole life combined, with âwhere are youâsâ and âhey look Iâm sorry, okay? Please answer meâsâ
None of them were even read.
Kenma didnât react well to knowing one of his best friends moved away so suddenly. Unlike Kuroo, (y/n) was good friends with him, practically attached to the hip. When Kuroo told him he couldnât find (y/n) at his apartment, Kenma clutched his ds harder and glared at the screen like it was itâs fault for making him disappear.
But as much as Kenma blamed the ds, they both knew it was Kuroos fault.
âââ
Kuroo strived to be a better person. He came to terms with his feelings for (y/n), and how he could never repeat his mistake again.
He grew to love (y/n), and he messed it up so bad.
Heâd be sure to never lead anyone on again, minus when heâd lead his team to victory as their new captain. Heâd try and hold less grudges, tell someone when he doesnât like them, as to let them down easy instead of blowing up in their face, and even bought his team snacks and filled up their water bottles during practice.
Kuroo walked around the unknown streets of miyagi, scanning his eyes for a mop of bleached hair. He knew Kenma got distracted on his phone, but this was excessive, even for him.
Eventually, his eyes landed on two bright figures. Kenmas usual bright blond hair, and a tuft of orange next to him.
âKenma!â
Kenmas head whipped up, and he shut off his phone, but then a flash of (h/c) came into his peripherals. He looked a little further down and locked eyes with someone who made his throat close up.
(Y/n).
He looked older. Not in the way that he looks physically older, but he carried himself with a somewhat mature, grown stance that made Kuroo so a double take. His hair was slightly longer and he was wearing a black team jacket instead of the red Nekoma jacket he used to wear. Shocked (e/c) colored eyes morphed into an expression of pure resentment, making Kuroos shocked happiness short lived. Kenma walked up next to him, about to ask what happened when Kuroo turned his head away, walking with his head down.
Kenma waved bye to Hinata, when his eyes landed on (y/n). He was talking to a silver headed guy, with a distasteful frown directed at Kuroo. He didnât say anything though, just ducked his head and walked beside his captain.
âââ
(Y/n) kept his eyes fixed on the ground, as Nekoma and Karasuno stood in a line, facing eachother. Kenma was practically standing in front of him, shocked to the core, but also averting his gaze. Not just because (y/n), but Hinata next to the boy was staring at him with his mouth agape.
Eventually everyone filed into the gym, Hinata stopping Kenma to talk, while taketora eyed him menacingly. (Y/n) side-eyed the little interaction with an unwanted jealousy. He wanted to talk to Kenma, he WAS his childhood and best friend. But it soon dissipated when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
That jealousy turned into hatred.
âCan we talk, (y/n)?â
(Y/n) slapped Kuroos hand away and stepped past him, pushing him back slightly with his shoulder.
âDonât call me that. You have no right. Itâs
(L/n).â
Kuroo watched as (y/n) stepped into the gym, his lips pressed into a fine line.
âââââ
(Y/n) sat on a bench in the corner with an obviously closed off aura, watching as people set up the net or the players from both schools talked to eachother. He walked as Kuroo shook hands with Daichi, not noticing the mop of bleached hair sit himself next to him. (Y/n) flinched when he felt something brush his shoulder.
He whipped his head around to find Kenma, sitting right next to him, but looking straight in front of him. He said nothing, and fiddled with his fingers. Guess he didnât change, even after a new school year.
(Y/n) relaxed a bit and went back to stalking his team and old teammates with a somewhat less intimidating aura. They sat in heavy silence for what seemed like forever, until (y/n) coughed into his Karasuno jacket.
âS-so how you been Ke-â
âSo youâre just not gonna tell me why you left?â
Kenma was looking straight at (y/n), with his normal, neutral gaze. It looked like his normal face, but (y/n) knew how hurt he was. He understood, though. He would be hurt too if his best friend moved without saying goodbye.
âIâm...Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
More silence consumed them. Sounds of sneakers squeaking and the rustle of the net being hung up seemed to vanish under the cloud of quiet sheltering them. Kenma stood up.
âIâm not mad. But I know why you left. And Iâm not saying itâs a stupid reason, but you should talk to him.â
Kenma walked away without another word, leaving (y/n) to trail his eyes over to his old teammate, now captain. The frown that summoned up on his face came naturally, despite taking Kenmas words to heart.
He also stood up, brushing himself off and turning his cheery attitude back on. Why play a game with a frown when youâre about to destroy your old team?
âââââ
(Y/n) wasnât mad he lost. He was actually quite satisfied with ticking off some of his old teammates by receiving spikes or feints no one saw coming. He sort of felt like an inside man. A spy even. It wasnât enough to secure a win, but (y/n) never really cared for that.
Everyone was bidding their new friends goodbye, or just idly standing by. He promised Kenma to unblock his number, but only if they never talked about Kuroo again. (Y/n) knew he was being petty, but if it meant never talking to that piece of shit again, so be it-
âStop ignoring me.â
Speak of the fucking devil. (Y/n) didnât turn around, choosing to clutch the edge of his black jacket instead.
âThen stop trying to fix a friendship that never existed, Kuroo.â
âOi!â Kuroo grabbed onto (y/nâs) shoulder harshly, pulling him back and making him stumble a little. (Y/n) pried and clawed at Kuroos iron hard grip. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Kuroos touch, a lot.
âCan we please have a civilized fucking conversation? Iâm fuckin begging you here!â
âStop fucking cursing and let go of me you fuckass scheming bitch!â
(Y/n) swung at Kuroos head, but avertedly missed. He wasnât sure if he missed on purpose, or if Kuroo ducked. Kuroo grabbed onto (y/nâs) waist, earning a choked squeak, and hauled him over his shoulder. Kuroo looked for a secluded area, ignoring the fists digging repeatedly into his back and the confused stares he got passing by his team and (y/nâs) teammates.
Kuroo practically threw (y/n) off his back, him stumbling down and hitting the back of a wall a bit harshly, and trapped him between his body and the wall. Both of his hands were on either side of (y/nâs) head, and his legs were long enough to trap him in if he tried to escape.
(Y/n) shrunk back into the wall ever so slightly, but kept the scowl present on his face. Kuroo pursed his lips and sighed.
â(Y/n)-â
âLet me go. I donât wanna tal-â
âGODDAMNIT (Y/N) IM BUSTING MY BALLS HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IM SORRY!â Kuroo slammed his hands against the wall again, earning a surprised flinch from the smaller boy. âFUCKING LISTEN TO ME! PLEASE!â
Kuroos eyes softened a bit when he finally met eyes with (y/nâs) petrified form, cowering against the wall with his arms tucked in shakily. (Y/n) was quick to push past Kuroo though, diving past him and turning around, free from the wall.
âYou see-this is what I fucking hate about you! You act so slick and perfect to the point where you lead people on to think they mean something important to you! I wanted to be a writer, Kuroo! I gave that up to spend my time bouncing a fucking volleyball around with you, and what did I get?! Nothing! I only did it for your stupid friendship, yet I didnât even get that!â
(Y/n) practically had steam rolling out up his ears, and his words dripped with pure hatred with each retort. Kuroo opened his mouth to speak, but (y/n) beat him to it.
âSo if you really want to apologize, give me back the blood sweat and tears I wasted on this stupid volleyball shit!â
(Y/n) punched at Kuroos chest with trembling hands. He kept punching and hitting Kuroo until Kuroo gently grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug. Kuroo felt him balling his fists into his back, trying to push him away, but he knew he was stronger. (Y/nâs) mouth was muffled by the cloth of Kuroos shirt, yet he still kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs.
âLET ME GO! I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK! I WANT ALL THE YEARS I COULDâVE BEEN WRITING OR LITERALLY BE DOING SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FUCKING LIKE BACK! ITS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT MY ARMS HURT EVERYDAY! ITS YOUR FAULT I GAVE UP ON WRITING! ITS YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU! I HATE VOLLEYBALL! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you! I-I hate...I....â
Yelling turned into incoherent sobs as (y/nâs) punches died out into love taps. Kuroo said nothing, rubbing circles onto (y/nâs) back, who finally gave up and weakly wrapped his arms around Kuroos waist. He stained Kuroo with his salty tears, choking out half assed âlet me goâs in between hics and sobs like a broken record.
They stood like that in comfortable silence, Kuroo combing fingers through (y/nâs) hair while the smaller boys sobs turned into occasional sniffles. Kuroo rocked gently from side to side, attempting to calm him down until he was ready to talk.
âI just wanted to be your friend, stupid Kuroo...â his words were barely understandable through the cracks and sniffles of his voice-also being muffled by Kuroos chest-but the taller boy heard every word as clear as day. He rested his chin on top of (y/nâs) head, looking off to the side.
âSorry. If it means anything, I was stupid enough to hold a childhood grudge against you. You did nothing wrong. I just...i was dumb and disliked you because I thought you were lazy and annoying even though you were anything but that and...yeah. Sorry.â
Kuroo pulled away from the hug, the cold air hitting (y/n) like a truck. He silently whined at the loss of contact, wiping away stray tears with his team jacket. Kuroo awkwardly held his hands behind his back, his tongue suddenly feeling too big to fit comfortably in his mouth.
â...Iâm sorry too.â
(Y/n) averted his gaze, his eyes half lidded and puffy from crying. Kuroo looked at (y/n) with a blank expression.
âWhy?â
âFor um...being annoying or something. And like...bitching a lot. Iâm sorr-.â
Kuroo grabbed hold of (y/nâs) shoulders and shook him violently. âDonât apologize! You donât have anything to be sorry for! Itâs my fault! Let me take the blame!â
âGod shut up youâre gonna make me cry again.â
â...sorry.â
Kuroo looked like a kicked puppy, which made (y/n) burst into a fit of laughter. Kuroos ears perked up as he was graced with the sight of (y/n) wiping happy tears off his face and clutching his stomach. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it made Kuroos chest tighten.
Chuckles died out into snickers as (y/n) huffed and leaned against the wall.
âSo-what are we? Friends?â
Kuroo hesitantly nodded, watching (y/nâs) face intently for any sign of protest. When (y/n) broke out into a smile, Kuroo felt like he was on cloud nine. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders after so long. He felt like he was flying.
âWe should probably head back. I gotta go back to my schoo-â
âYeah. Yeah thatâs probably..smart...â
It was kind of bittersweet knowing you had to say goodbye to someone you just got your hands back on, but after (y/n) unblocked his number right infront of him before enveloping him in a hug, he supposed it was alright.
âBye~! call me~â (y/n) mouthed out, stepping onto the bus. People started asking him if he was crying, or what that meltdown was about, but he just shrugged and put some earbuds in with a reserved smile.
Sports sucks. Thatâs the mindset (y/n) has, and probably will have forever.
But not when Iâm with you.
ââââââ
Epilogue:
â(Y/n)!â Kuroo ran up behind the boy and picked him up, twirling him around before setting him down. Tsukishima visibly gagged while Yamaguchi snickered behind him, stepping off the bus and preparing for the training camp.
âYo! Whatâs up! God I missed you and your stupid hair.â
âI missed you too~â
...
âSo...are we-â
âYeah, thatâs what we said on video chat right? I mean-if you meant it and all.â
âI DID!â Kuroo picked his new boyfriend up, this time placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose.
âAnd god I love you so much.â
ââââââ
And thatâs it!! I hope you enjoyed this series!! Also thank you for 100 followers!! Iâm so thankful!!
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late night texts |Â csb
genre: fluff, crush! soobin, close friend! soobin, friends to lovers, soobin is a fluffy baby okay heâs a cute blundering mess
pairing: choi soobin x reader
word count: 1.7k
summary: soobin is helplessly head over heels for the girl he cares so much for, but he keeps his feelings to himself, until things suddenly change for the better, over late night texts and blooming roses.
song: đ¶Â blueming by iu đ¶
soobin's fingers hung over his messenger app in anticipation.
It was half past ten, and yet his phone delivered him no message from you. you had promised him that you would text him at quarter past, after your shift at your internship had ended, but fifteen minutes had passed and there was still no green dot beside your icon.
soobin just assumed you had fallen asleep after a tiring day, which he totally understood. he didn't blame you one bit, knowing how tired you must have been after non-stop activities for twenty hours. sighing in defeat, he placed his phone face down and cracked his knuckles.
he missed you so much his heart ached, but he could never text you first. he didn't know if he meant enough to you for it to not be annoying, and soobin was a big coward.
just as he got up to get a drink as a distraction, his phone chimed. soobin nosedived into his table so hard to grab his phone that he probably could've broken it.
at the top of his notifications, a light blue notification from you awaited him, labelled clearly with your contact name. soobin had been too afraid to put a heart beside your name (for fear of the boys finding out, or even worse, you). but you were too special to him for it to just be your name. so he copied a cute little flower emoticon from this layout site and placed it lovingly beside your first name, even though he knew that his contact in your phone was probably saved as every one else was.
clicking on the notification, soobin's furrowed eyebrows smoothened and his bunny smile revealed itself. the thought of you never failed to make his day a whole lot better.
y/n â: hey soobin! :D
y/n â: sorry im so late :(( i missed the bus and didn't get home until like 2 minutes ago
soobin sighed as he let out a knowing smile. you had busted your data watching videos of your favourite drama a week ago, so you couldn't text him on the bus.
binbread: omg it's okay y/n
binbread: don't you wanna take a shower first? i can wait!
y/n â: i'm alright, soobin. thank you tho đ„ș
y/n â: and besides,
y/n â is typingâŠ
y/n â: i'd much rather talk to you
soobin felt his heart pounding in his chest, felt the blood circulating through his fingertips, his face, his entire body. he was flushed red and felt warmth consume him, leaving him with the jittery, skittery feeling that your sweet words always bestow him with.
binbread: y/n omg aaaaaaaa
binbread: đ„șđ„șđ„ș
binbread: i love talking to you too
binbread: how was your day?
whenever soobin asked you this at the end of every day, it was never just a conversation starter, let alone a formality. he genuinely always wanted to know how your day went, worried at how much you exerted yourself to serve others. soobin knew how reckless you were when it came to your own needs, and he sealed a secret promise to always look after you, especially when you didnât look after yourself.
y/n â: omg it was amazing
y/n â: thereâs this guy named hangyul who just started interning with me
y/n â: heâs so funny omg i actually had to tell him to shut up so i could get work done
guiltily, soobin felt his heart drop. of course there was another guy, someone much better, someone of the quality you deserved-
y/n â: ok lowkey
y/n â: think im gonna set him up with seungyoun
binbread: seungyoun? the guy from your dance studio?
y/n â: yeah!!! theyâd go so well together
y/n â: oh yeah
y/n â: hangyul is gay
y/n â: lmao
soobin felt embarrassed at how relieved he was. soobin was definitely the jealous type, and he hated it. he hated the way his mind would jump to conclusions, hated the way he always felt on the verge of being replaced, and he really hated the way his jealousy was always amplified when it came to you.
you didnât have any mutual friends, so heâd rarely ever have to see you interact with any other guy. he was so grateful for that. who knows what his jealous heart would do if he saw you with someone else. at least, with this, he had that false sense of security that maybe, maybe, your feelings echoed his own.
binbread: omg do it y/n
binbread: donât you need to sleep though
binbread: as much as i love talking to you
binbread: you literally pulled like 8 all nighters in a row
y/n â: it was only 3 :(
y/n â: and i missed you :(
y/n â: stay soobin :(
y/n â: soobinnie :(
you frowned at soobinâs inactivity. little did you know, soobinâs neighbour had knocked on his door, asking if he could borrow scissors because his kid needed it for a project and he couldnât find a pair in his home. you could have waited, but you had missed him the entire day. and you were feeling really, really, annoying.
y/n â: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(
y/n â: soobin come back :(
y/n â: i miss u :(
y/n â: love :(
y/n â: baby :(
y/n â: youâre my
y/n â: honey bunch
y/n â: sugar plum
y/n â: pumpy-umpy-umpkin
y/n â: youâre my sweetie pie
after soobin had kindly handed his neighbour his scissors with the baby blue handles, he immediately picked up his phone and read your messages. instantly, his face burned up and he dramatically put his hand to his heart (because he was alone, and you made him do things like that just by calling him two pet names and quoting a childrenâs song). but as the âseenâ appeared at the bottom of your messages, panic began to jolt your bones.
y/n â: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
y/n â: the user has deleted this message
binbread: y/n
binbread: i saw everything you sent lmao
binbread: dont do this to me :(
y/n â is typingâŠ
y/n â: do what binnie? :)
binbread: that
binbread: [insert crying cat meme]
binbread: [which i don't have on me now because i cleared my storage]
y/n â: ok i literally cant take this
your thumbs twiddled around your screen as you inhaled sharply.
y/n â is typingâŠ
oh no, thought soobin. this is the end. this is where she gets irritated with me because i canât take a joke. she blocks me and we never talk or hang out again. she find another guy and sheâs happy without me and iâm sad and lonely and miserable, shovelling bread into my mouth as a replacement for my soul-
ding!
y/n â: youâre too cute for this world soobin
y/n â: and u make it so much better for everyone
y/n â: especially for me
y/n â: and i know this seems weird, and may very well ruin our friendship
y/n â: but i really really like you
y/n â: and im tired of hiding it
damn, soobin thought. damn i was not expecting that.
soobinâs heart was beating wildly out of his chest for the third time that day, only because of you. his fingers were shaking as he typed his reply as fast as he could. the moment he had dreamed of for months had finally come tapping on his screen.
binbread: oh my god
binbread: i like you too
binbread: iâve liked you for like
binbread: so long
binbread: is this real
y/n â: or is this the fantasy
binbread: those arenât the lyrics y/n
y/n â: i tried okay
binbread: and im so proud of you for doing so
binbread: truly a pop culture queen
y/n â: :(
binbread: okay okay
binbread: jokes aside
binbread: i've liked you for like,, 10 months now
binbread: this is a dream come true
binbread: you're a dream come true
binbread: so y/n
binbread: will you go out with me?
y/n â: i literally just confessed to you like 3 minutes ago
y/n â: like yea of course choi soobin
binbread: you couldâve just said yes :(
binbread: but okay meet me at the 5th station tmr?
binbread: i wanna take you to my favourite bakery! :D
y/n â: totally :D
and so here, at fifth station, act ii of your relationship with soobin had revealed itself. soobin looked like a prince, stepping out of the subway in a creme button up and black jeans, approaching you with a red rose in one hand and his phone dialling your number in the other. he smiled brightly as he approached you, seeing your face and your screen, popping up with his contact name.
incoming callâŠ
soobin â
and so to his favourite bakery he brought you. it was rose themed, from rose gold metal vases to wooden countertops, and rose infused drinks and pastries, you felt like a princess. his princess. especially when he brought you for a walk in the cafeâs rose garden and you ran your hands gingerly over their velvet petals, thinking about the rose in your hand, how lucky you were to have it, and how many more of them you would get to enjoy. soobin gazed at you with soft eyes and gently took your hand in his.
âweâll be as beautiful as this, together. a hundred roses,â soobin said, as if he were reading your mind, âwanna make them bloom with me?âÂ
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a/n: ayo! hoped u liked my first soobin fic đ„ș i love choi soobin and heâs very cute,, anyway if u have any requests feel free to send em in!! iâd love to write em <3Â Â
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Summary-Â (Playing It Cool) He x Y/N (later i will give him a proper name besides he or me) Frustrated with the latest romcom, you two go out for some fun. Smut. Fir @official-and-unstable-satanâ Hope this is what you were hoping for babes.Â
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âBabes, can you like, not leave notes all over everything?â You playfully scold as you gather the papers he had scattered across the entire kitchen, and he raced in, throwing his hands up rapidly.Â
âSTOP RIGHT THERE! Babygirl dont you dare moveâÂ
Wide eyed you pause, the papers half shuffled together when he comes over and takes them from your hand. His brows furrow as he studies them, before putting them back on the counter just where they were before. âA method to my madness, just⊠dont clean.âÂ
âBut how am I supposed to cook dinner then?â You whinned a bit, arms folding over your chest, and he straightened out some of the papers before turning to you.Â
âUmmm, pizza? Bowling alley pizza?â You wince a bit and then he adds âWith bowling alley beer?â You nod then with a grin and he busts out in a grin to, and wraps an arm around you to pull you in close, kissing your lips quickly. âThanks for putting up with me, but Im almost done with the script for Bryan and hes been riding my ass for it.âÂ
Your hands smooth along his chest, and up around his neck, he had been STRESSING over this thing for weeks, âRiding your ass and pulling your hair huh? I should really call Bryan and tell him to lay off or else.â You joked, and he wiggled his brows, tickling along your back.
âWell thats better done in person after all. I need to see his reactionâ You lean up and catch that grin of his one more time, a more playful teasing kiss with a nibble and trace of tongue before you step away. âGive me five minutes and I will be ready to go.âÂ
âOkay! See you in ten then!â He called over his shoulder and laughed when your middle finger shot up at him and you slammed the bedroom door shut, laughing yourself. Once you closed the door, he went over to his laptop, sitting and staring at the screen. Its cursor blinked at him . âfucken hellâ He muttered as he slammed the screen down, frustrated at coming up with the ending.Â
You pop back out just as he plasters a smile on his face and his eyes rake over your form, even in damn black leggings and a tank, the whole ensamble hugging your curves. Fuck you looked good, You always did. âSee! Five minutes.â He gasped as he took your hand to lead you along, fingers wrapping with yours. âA first? One of many? The world may never know.âÂ
What a dumbass, you thought but couldnt help but laugh regardless. Going to the car, you two headed out, while he was driving you texted Scott.Â
âHey buddy, wanna play bowl a round or two, or you to caught up in something?â
âNo! Be there, get that end lane if you can.â
Tossing your phone up on the dashboard just as you two pulled in âScotts gonna play with us.â And he just nodded, making sure his wallet was in his pocket.Â
âGood, he whupped my ass last time, time to pay back the favor.âÂ
Sure enough you were able to lock down the lane on the end, while he went to go get a couple heartburn pizza slices and mildly warm beers, grabbing enough for Scott as well, there was nothing quite like bowling alley fare, you test the balls and set to put the names on the screen. Bowler 1- HottStuff 2.Wifeypoo 3.BlueBallMC. He glanced up at the screen and smirked âYou really think im Hott Stuff, Wifey?â
You snort just as Scott comes in and also looks at the screen. âWhat the hell guys, come on!âÂ
You look all innocent and make a pointing motion to your man, wrinkling your nose as if in distaste.Â
âSeriously dude? Just cause I have a blue ballâŠ. â he grumbles as he unzips his bag and takes out gloves and a shiny blue ball. You two just pick random ones from the selection.Â
âWhat? It wasnt me.â the two of them bicker about the name calling and you take your slice of pizza, nipping on the end with a satisfied grin, putting your feet up in the seat next to you. He takes the first bowl, making a fist pump when it hit just right and scattered the pins across the alley. âI told Y/N i was kicking your ass today ScottâÂ
âAs if manâŠÂ â Scott is polishing his ball, looking all serious, while you to to take yours. You honestly dont care, your just shooting the ball down the lane, and hands on hips, waiting to see how the pins fall. You get three, well your happy with that. The other two though, it was almost a tie torwards the middle of the set.Â
âHey, I will be back, gonna get another pitcher of beerâ You offer when you noticed it was down to the dredges, and he poured out the last of it into his cup before handing it over. âThanks babeâ as you walk a little tap on the ass makes you smirk and a little spring in your step.Â
Taking a quick break while your away, Scott stretches his arms out front of him to stay loose. âSo hows that latest script coming by the way? Last message I got from you was a bunch of nonsense about how you suck at anything romanticâÂ
Rubbing his head he sighed âI dont know why Bryan keeps laying these lame ass rom coms on me. I cant write them worth a shit, and they just suck. Im so stuck on a ending now, and my deadline is in just a few days, after already getting an extension.â Carrying on, Scott kinda just shook his head at him. âWhat?â
âYou man, you claim you cant write rom coms worth a shit, but come on. The last two were HUGE box office successes for you and look at you. You are basically living in one.â Scott pointed out as he moved to grab his ball, nodding towards the counter where you were chatting and paying for the beer. His head tilted, he honestly never thought of what you two shared in a movie sense.Â
âJust saying manâŠ. thats a love story right there without you even knowing it.âÂ
Yea, I am pretty lucky. He thought as you came back over, setting the pitcher down with the utmost care. He leaned forward and caught your hips, dragging you back into his lap. Wiggling in place, your legs draped over his, you mentioned to Scott. â2 more frames and the best bowler wins. Come on Blue Balls MC! You got this!â Red flamed the mans face and you tipped your head back laughing. He was watching you, but in a different light, just capturing the moment for himself. Fuck he was probably one of the luckiest people he knew.Â
So He won, not by much and as the three of you went to leave, Scott promising a rematch later in the week when the whole group could get together and you were hugging Scott goodbye âGame on, I know Mallory wants to see you kick his ass you know.âÂ
âOh I plan on it. Im gonna prime up the ball tonight with some new wax.âÂ
âThats the stuff Scottâ you encourage him, and wave as he left, the parking lot mostly empty with the late hour and He came up behind you, sliding his hands against your hips and you felt him brush the raze of his chin against your neck, tipping back with a light sigh.Â
âYou can beat him again baby.âÂ
âI love how you pit us together Y/Nâ Making you smirk deviously and turn to look up at him.Â
âGirls gotta have her fun.âÂ
âYea well, the guy does to.â Backing you up against the car and grasping your chin to tilt your face up, his face lowering close enough to brush his lips against yours. âIm thinking we have some fun right here.â You reach to his belt buckle and tug on it lightly, âBack seat or Front seat?âÂ
His hands were already sliding over your ass and grinding you into his groin. âMmmhhh backâ He let go to open the door, the two of you tumbling in with kisses and hands grabbing at clothes. You laid back as he hovered over you, your legs parting so he could lay between them and continue with sloppy kisses and your hands pushing through the buzzed hairs on his head and down to his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he rolled them, sure to apply the pressure right at your core, that belt buckle just grinding into your nerves making you gasp right in his mouth. âFuck babyâŠÂ â Scrambling your fingers into his shirt and tugging it over his head.Â
He rolled yours up and lifting your head, disposed of the tank top on the floor, dropping his head to bite and suck the top of your breasts that were peeking over the top of your bra, he dragged a cup down enough to expose you, drawing that peak between his teeth and rolling lightly before sucking on it, causing another jolt and moan from you, your nails digging in lightly at his shoulder blades, and dragging down. He didnt stop there, lapping his tongue over the aroused peak and did the same with the other, your bra tightly wound around you while your breasts fell out the top, kneading firmly while teasing the tip. Shortly after that he unsnapped it and dragged it off. He knew what that did to you, so sensitive and maddening, soon you were wriggling underneath him and in panting pleas.Â
âYour driving me insane, I need you. NEED YOU INSIDE ME. Fuck me please?âÂ
âSince you ask so nicely babygirlâ He lifts his head, his blue eyes flashing in the street light illuminating a part of your backseat. He grasps your leggings and panties drawing them down. In your impatience, you shift your legs to be rid of them. He hovered over you, dipping his hand between the two of you, teasing your wet warm folds, slicking your arousal up and down.Â
âCant wait can you baby? So wet and needy.â Dipping into your core and you tighten around him, needing that sensation. âGreedy is what you are, so tight.âÂ
You nod, and run your hands up and down his biceps, biting your lip. âGod yes, so please? Pretty please? Fucking hell, please?â You bucked your hips under his hand and he swept down to kiss you deeply, and jerking at his belt, you purred against his tongue rolling around yours and started helping him, grabbing his belt loops and shimmying his pants down far enough so his cock was free, using your heels and toes to hook in his pants from behind and pull them down further, locking your ankles behind his back.Â
He tilted your hips a bit more, and grasping his cock, lined up to your entrance, and started to push in. He was slow going at first, taking his time to not hurt you, but fuck that, you werent having none of that and with a roll of your hips, you deep seated him inside of you, hissing from the pure satisfaction while arching.Â
âOh shit baby! are you okay?â Your reaction misread by him, you grasp his ass that flexed under your hands and you nod. âFuck yes, I wanted this, go right ahead!âÂ
Oh babygirl, he did. There was no slowing him down once he knew just what you were looking for. Deep long thrusts filling you, hips rotating to reach all those sensitive spots that had you at first moaning and panting but turned quickly into chanting, your head tipping back against the car door and digging your fingernails into his back, tightening your legs, just drawing him in against you, rutting harder and harder into you.Â
The broadness of his chest, was friction to your entire body, burning. His mouth traveled down the length of your neck, nipping right at pulse points, and sucking to leave love bites in place. Yea hickeys were a teenage game, but he loved marking you, and you loved the challenge of hiding them. The car started squeaking with the motion of him pounding into you, and you hid your face in his shoulder to keep from laughing as he grunted over you âBaby, fuck im closeâŠ. â You glanced up, and tipped your mouth up to kiss his straining neck, That spiral that settled in your belly soon caught up to his words, and your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Slicking a finger to help yourself along, you twirl it around your clit, and start panting. âMe to baby, together?âÂ
Tensing up while trying to leave yourself on the edge till he was ready, his thrusts became erratic plunging and seeking out an ending, you to let go, and scream his name, while arching your entire body, waves of pleasure sparking your eyesight, and above you, his mouth fell open with a deep gasp of your name, sinking himself into you that final time and his cum filled you, coating your walls while you milked him for all of it rolling your hips and clenching around him. His thrusts started to slow, and the car stopped swaying once he stopped and using an elbow next to you, he half leaned against you. His ragged breaths blew hotly against your shoulder and you nuzzled your own face into his neck, breathing him in deeply. You two were simply enjoying the moment when there was a knock on the window and a flashlight shinning in on you.Â
âFuck!â He jerked his hand down to the floor and snatched your tank top to cover your chest, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes. Scrambling, him pulling up his pants, and you ducking behind him, he rolled down the window to see a officer looking away on purpose. âUuuh sorry officer? We were just leaving.âÂ
âI would say so son, we got a call from the closer here said your car was still parked in the lot, and there was some activity going on. How about you head on home and I wont issue a ticket, kay?â You are entirely red at this point and tugging on your clothes as fast as possible while trying to stay hidden behind him, rubbing your face in his back to keep quiet, trying not to laugh about being caught. Of course you two got caught getting randy fucked in the parking lot.Â
âRight now, right away, thank you officerâ He said and once the officer headed away, he rolled up his window quickly and fell back in the seat, deep laughter issuing from him. You sit next to him and sputter a bit, but he wraps you in his arms and tugs you in against him, kissing your neck, or trying to. It was mostly him huffing, and you to get caught up in it. âBaby we better get home, were lucky we didnt get in trouble.âÂ
âYea, we probably shouldâ He agreed, but was soon distracted in kissing you again and drawing out deep moans, a flicker of red and blue lights light up your car and you two broke apart, opening the back door and crawling out into the front seats. With a turn of the engine, you two left, the cop following you along till you were closer to home.Â
Once you two reached the apartment building and made it inside without anymore incidences, you shrug out of your coat while he wanders back over to his laptop and opens it up like hes about to settle into typing again. âHandsome you sure you wanna do that?â You ask as you head down the hallway towards the bedroom.Â
âBut I thought of a perfect endingâ He states, clearly distracted to your actions outside of the bedroom door. But as soon as your bra slingshots right into his chest and falls in his lap, his eyes widen as he looks up at you, your back to him, shimmying down your leggings for a second time, he snapped it shut once again. âSorry Bryan, day late again.â He he raced down the hallway, catching you and dropping you down on the bed.Â
He really was living his own romantic comedy.Â
@what-is-your-plan-todayâ @p8tn0lishâ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123â @jtargaryen18â
#chris evans#buzzcutchris#playing it cool#spur of the moment fic#he can pound me in the backseat#and we can bowl to
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ButchxBubbles friendship???
Thanks for the request :)
The thought of Butch and Bubbles having a spa night? Yes please. Im not really good at writing friendship fluff fics so i hope this is ok. I really like the idea of their friendship dynamic and maybe Iâll elaborate more on it. Plus I wrote this at like 1 am so yeah.Â
Enjoy. :) Request and asks always open
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Bubbles finished bringing all her products from the bathroom to her bedroom. She had everything ready for her spa treatment as her sisters were off on some over night history field trip for their class. Of course she wasnât in that class so she was left by herself and the professor was out of town for a couple of days.Â
She had quite the collection of things to do and wished someone was here to do it with her. She could call Robin but she knew she had gone to her cousins house and her other friends lived a few miles away. Boomer had even gone on the trip but was sending her photos every ten minutes.Â
âGuess its just us tonight.â She looked to Octi who just stared at her with his button eye.Â
A sound came from behind and she turned to see something hitting her window. She got closer and saw that a figure was there. She threw open the window and looked outside. Her eyes widening slightly as she saw who was hovering.Â
âButch?â She said questionably and he gave her a small wave.Â
âSup Blondie.â He smirked.Â
Her signature giggle echoed. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWell since every one is gone on that stupid trip, I thought why not see what youâre up toâ He shrugged.Â
âAre you sure?â She looked behind her at the set up she had. âI donât think my plans is something you would be up for.âÂ
He flew past her and she closed the window. âDonât care, I am bored.â He took a spot on the floor in front of the blanket that was laid out and coated with products upon products.Â
Bubbles walked over and sat on the other side looking at all the products. âI was just going to do a spa night time or what I like to call Bubbles Time.â She sighed.Â
He shifted a little. âI can leave if you want, I just thought-â
âNo!â She held up her hands and shook her head. âNo you donât have to go. My sisters donât ever participate so its nice having someone here, even if you donât wanna be pampered.âÂ
Butch picked up a bottle while Bubbles fasten her hair into two cute space buns. He popped open the cap and took a sniff. Coconut and pineapple filled his nose and he could tell Bubbles wasnât as bubbly as usual. He didnât want to slap the shit on his face but knowing that not even Blossom wanted to do this with her, he thought why not.Â
âIm game. Whats first?â He asked.
She looked up at him with a blank stare. âReally?â Her face slightly turned almost like a cute puppy dog.Â
âSure why not. Your skin is probably hella smooth and its not like this shit is gonna hurt.âÂ
Her smile was blinding as nodded. She let out a high pitched squeal and soon her was pulled into a hug. âThank you Butch! Thank you! Not even Boomie would do this with me, fucking meanie.â he whispered the last part and he was let go from the bone crushing hug.Â
âNah fuck Boomie.â he slightly cringed at the nickname but now he had blackmail against his baby bro. âThis is Bubbs and Butch time.âÂ
She clapped her hands together and began preparing.
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âSo now this will open your pores and get the rest of all that dirt. Geez your pores are huge.â Bubbles said as she popped open the toner and spread it on the cotton pad.
âRude.â Butch said but took the soaked cotton from her. He watched her apply it to her skin and copied her motions while looking in the mirror. His hair was pushed away from his face with a light purple hairband that had cat ears on it. âThis shit kinda burns.â
âDonât be a pussy.âÂ
âDamn Bubbs didnât know you cussed often.â He held out his hand to accept the moisturizer from her. âKinda bad ass.âÂ
She laughed at this. âOh Blossy doesnât like it and of course BC does. After all I am hard core.â She playfully shrugged.Â
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âAnd then she fucking blew me off to hang out with Mitch, can you believe that!â Butch complained.Â
âI hate when she does that, always forgetting plans.â Bubbles sighed as she filed his nails and blew off the dust.Â
He looked at his other hand examining the clean nails. âYou donât think I have to worry about him right?âÂ
She leaned over to look through her massive collection of nail polishes and pick a base coat and a dark green color and a pure black one. âButch honey, he gay.âÂ
âI knew that.â He said quickly. He looked at the polish. âWhat about just clear?â
Bubbles looked at him and raised her brows. âYou know its really punk and cool for guys to paint their nails, plus Buttercup thinks its hot but you didnât here it from me.â She wagged her eyebrows and dangled the bottle in front of him.Â
He snatched the black and shook it. âPaint me up Sugar.âÂ
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âAww I wish Boomie did something like that for me.â Bubbles cooed at the screen.Â
âSugar, they are just sitting on a gold course throwing grapes at each other.â He pointed out and she hit him with a pillow. âWatch the nails.â He lifted his hands.Â
âI know its simple but Troy and Gabrielle are cute and hey, Iâm a sucker for cute romance.â He was sure her eyes were full of stars at this point. âLook they are dancing in the water!â
âHow many times have you seen this?âÂ
âTwenty seven.â The oven in the kitchen dinged and she got up. âCookies are done. You want milk too?â
âHell ya.âÂ
She got up and walked away and he took out his phone. There was a message from Buttercup.Â
Spice Babe: is she torturing you?
He held his phone up to snap a selfie of his cat ear hair band.Â
Me: Nope but i look hot af now. Good luck keeping your paws off me.Â
Spice Babe: lol sure btw this shit blows, be thankful youre not here
Me: sucks 2 be you but i got fresh cookies from bubbs
Spice Babe: Lucky bastard
The plate of cookies was set in front of him and he clicked his phone away as she paused the movie.Â
âButtercup having fun?â
âNope but thats not my problem.â He grinned. â So whats next?â he asked almost a bit too excitedly. Â
Bubbles covered her mouth to finish chewing. âWell its getting late and I was gonna do a face mask and build a pillow fort.â
âoh.â He realized that it meant he should probably go.Â
âDo you wanna make pillow forts and have a pillow fight? Oh and a sleep over!â
His eyes widened with a giant grin. âFuck Yeah!âÂ
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His neck almost popped as the pillow was slammed into his face and he had never seen the vicious look on her face before. Even with temporary tattoos and a sparkly face mask that smelt like berries, his was pink and strawberry scent, she was still scary.Â
âPrepare to die!â She shouted as she raised a pillow over her head.Â
âOh shit.â He ducked and shot one back at her, hitting her in the stomach making her grunt. Her elbow knocked on the table and they watched as the homemade smoothies shook and almost spilled.Â
Their eyes met and they busted out laughing before setting the pillows down.Â
âLets wash these off and then call it a night?â She said and he followed her to the bathroom. His feet were now inside bunny slippers that were a tad to small a she was rocking matching dog ones.Â
He let out a yawn as she handed him a towel to dry his face and before long, they had shut off the lights and got into their pillow forts that were facing each other.Â
âThanks for hanging out with me. It means a lot.â She said and he looked at the ceiling.Â
âI had fun. Youâre pretty cool Sugar.âÂ
âIâm glad someone thinks so.âÂ
âWhats that mean?â He asked and he heard a small sigh.Â
She held onto Octi and even though she couldnât see his face, she knew he had a frown on.Â
âMost people just think of me as the cute girl, which is true but im more than that. Sometimes even kicking a monsters ass doesnât prove that I am strong and mighty.â
âListen I know for a fact you are cool and strong. I got my ass handed to me by you once or twice in our child hood. Most people think im just some meat head who can punch.âÂ
âI donât think that.â She said and he believed her. âI think you are really talented at sports and just like to punch, nothing wrong with that. But you are also kind and sweet and I see how you make Buttercup feel and some meat head couldnât do that.âÂ
He smirked to himself. âThanks Bubbles.âÂ
âAny time.â
A comfortable silence filled the room before he spoke up. âI really appreciate how much you care about Boomer. Its hard growing up without any form of love and every time he comes home, his smile is real and I know its because of you.â
Bubbles hugged Octi closer as a blush formed on her face after she sent Boomer a good night text. âHe just makes me really happy.âÂ
âThats good. But I am gonna kick his ass for not taking you on cute dates because my homie deserves is.âÂ
âOmg Butch are we bffs?â
âFor sure.â And their shared laughter faded off as sleep took over. Â
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The morning came fast and the pair quickly cleaned everything up before homemade pancakes were eaten.Â
âThis shit is amazing Bubbs.â Butch finished his plate.Â
âAww thanks. Oh looks like everyone should be back in an hour.âÂ
He stood and took the plate to the sink. âWell Iâll get going because I donât need Blossom on my ass about any of this.âÂ
âI can handle her donât worry.â She winked and soon she was alone finishing up her pancakes with a smile.
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The front door opened and Brick and Boomer came walking in. Brick slammed his body on the couch and went straight to sleep while Boomer went to the kitchen where Butch was making a grilled cheese.Â
âI canât believe you had a sleep over with my girlfriend.â
âHi to you too. And chill we are just besties.â He winked. âKinda lame that you never do any of this stuff with her.â He picked up the finished meal and bit into it before shaking his head at him. âYa know, shes pretty cool and all she wants is to pamper and watch high school musical.â
âBut you hate those things.âÂ
Butch shrugged. âYeah but my new bestie doesnât and I support queens.âÂ
Boomer gave him a weird look. âWhat did she do to you?â
He flipped him off, showing off his nails. âBy the way she wants cuter dates. If you are going to simp then do it right Boomie.â He mocked before grabbing his plate. âNow if youâll excuse me, Sugar and I are going to the mall fuck face.âÂ
Boomer frowned as he took all the food. âHey donât call her that!âÂ
âSee ya later simp.âÂ
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so this may be asking too much but⊠Headset Romance: The love story of two people who have never met. With Agent!Harry and Handler!Eggsy
Okay so I know that this is several thousand years late, but I hope that it was at least a little worth the wait?
Headset Romance
âYouâre a bloody peacock and thatâs somethinâ Iâve learned from experience, Galahad. The fuck did you say that for? Heâs def gonna remember your sorry arse now.â
'I found his company degrading- I can get the drive without playing nice with an adulterer.â
'If you say so, guv- but if this comes back to bite your arse I expect the whole song anâ dance. Anâ a stiff drink.â
'And how will I deliver these things to you, oh faceless one?â
'Youâre a fuckinâ secret agent, Iâm pretty sure you can figure out a private youtube link and how to pay a drink forward. Or just do the performance for Merlin- heâll make sure I get to see it.â
'Alternatively, you and I could simply go out after a job well done like normal people do after work.â
'We ainât normal people, guv- on your left, yeah good- and Iâm plenty satisfied with this arrangement.â
'You could be further satisfied.â
'Did you really jusâ try anâ pull that one on me? Next youâll be saying somethinâ about the many benefits of physical interaction. Upstairs, third door on the right.â
'Well itâs not as if I havenât suggested such things before. Got it.â
'Good, canât go back the way you came but thereâs another stairwell down the way- go up a floor and go down elsewhere. Minimal interaction means you canâ just punch your way outta this one.â
'Fists are so uncivilised-â
'Or any of your gadgets, neither. Jusâ get home safe and drop that drive at HQ.â
'Fine. In repayment for you taking away all of my fun, Iâll be sure to send you the most awful thing I can find in-â
'Oh there you areâ
'Shit.â
'Lemme guess, itâs the prick you insulted earlier. Anâ he ainât too happy.â Thereâs no response, but the view from the feed is answer enough. 'Knock 'im out and get the fuck outta there. This coverâs a bust now, anyway so it donât matter how just get it done.â Galahad doesnât acknowledge him, though he does knock the targetâs lights out as quietly as possible before making his way quickly but calmly from the event. Small favours.
'So Iâm expectinâ that song anâ dance before youâre sent off on your next mission.â
'Is now really the time to rub it in my face?â
'Are you dyinâ?â
'No.â
'Beinâ pursued?â
'No.â
'Injured in literally any way?â
'Well, my knuckles ache a bit.â
'That donât count. Anâ my point is that now is the perfect time to rub your mistakes in your face like a pup whoâs pissed on a rug. I dunno how you survived twenty-somethinâ years without me.â
'Merlin had hair to pull out. And I resent that statement.â
'Y'mean you represent that statement. Anâ Iâm buying that man a cake. âCongratulations on Surviving Galahadâ has a nice ring to it.â
'In what way do I represent a pup? Iâm perfectly grown, thank you.â
'Oh I know you are; youâre a big boy, ainât ya? But you listen to very few people, anâ even then do things your own way, and then you strut your way home expecting a bone and a belly rub for a job well done.â
'Iâm hanging up now- obviously made it to the extraction point; Iâll debrief upon arrival.â
'Oh donât take it personal, Galahad- you know youâre my favourite.â The silence on the other line was answer enough. Eggsy closed the feed and smiled to himself, happy with the successful mission. Heâd only been Galahadâs main handler for a couple years, but it was easily the most fulfilling job heâd ever had. Percival took him too seriously, Bors was a bit obsessed with explosions, and Lancelot was far more pun than professionalism.
It also wasnât a bad thing that Galahad was incredibly witty. And fit. And so out of his league it wasnât even funny. One glance in the mirror when he forgot (He assumed he forgot; no need to make assumptions and make things worse than they were) that the feed was running and Eggsy was completely gone for him. Lust at first sight, when heâd already been enamoured with his dry wit, made Harryâs inexplicable interest in him the worst temptation.
But he didnât know much of anything about Eggsy besides his sarcasm. Well, that wasnât quite true either, Eggsy mused as he wrote up his end of the mission report. Eggsyâd spoken about his sister, and his mum, and about the Prick with a capital P heâd managed to get rid of when Merlin had hired him. Heâd talked about loads of shit. Just nothing he thought was worth the kind of fuss Galahad made of him- Galahad, who had never even met him, and probably just had a thing for a bit of rough.
Not that that was a bad thing- but Eggsy knew heâd want more than a tumble with him and he just didnât think that was possible.
'Eggsy, I have something for you.â Merlin spoke from the doorjamb, ever-present clipboard in his hand and a smirk on his face. Thereâs a ping from his monitor, and Eggsy opens a file under the watchful eye of Merlin labelled 'He Told Me So.'Â
Itâs a simple video, a sheepish smile on Harryâs face as he sits in the Kingsman plane, doing these silly little waves with his hands while he sings 'you told me soâ in varying pitches at a whisper. Itâs obvious that he doesnât want the pilot (a mate of Eggsyâs named Ryan, not that Harry knows that) to hear him and turn around, heâs flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears. Itâs actually adorable.
'I donât know how you get him to do these things, lad.â Merlinâs chuckling behind him, eyes bright behind his specs. âI can barely get him to show up on time.â
âWhat cân I say, Iâve got the magic touch.â
âIf I didnât know better Iâd accuse you of having sirenâs blood- heâd do just about anything you asked of him.â Merlin nods his head at the screen, where Harry is paused mid-song. âThis being the least of it. Heâs also instructed me, in this e-mail, to tell you that your drink will be waiting for you at the pub down the street once heâs back on home soil. And not to sound terribly cliched, but  am not an owl so stop using me to send messages back and forth. Give him an e-mail or something if you refuse to give him your number.â He grumbled a bit (sounds suspiciously like you oblivious bastards) before wandering off.
Eggsy finishes his report with a smile, and places an order at the bakery he knows Merlin prefers.
Harry got off the plane at HQ early the next morning, sun barely over the horizon, and immediately went to debrief with Arthur. Merlin would be sure to meet him there, the way he always did, and then Harry would get to go home and sleep in his own bed. Sounded like heaven.
âNow, Galahad, it seems like the mission went off without issue?â
âFor the most part, yes.â
âThe most part?â
âIâm afraid that alias is unusable now- I accidentally compromised the mission but managed to work around it to fulfill the objective.â
âExcuse me, gentleman- dropping off some reports for Arthur.â A young man came through, dropping a thick stack of files on Arthurâs desk with a nod. Nothing in particular stood out about him, accent as upper-class as most everyone at Kingsman (with the one notable exception that Harry could never track down) and his clothes, though casual, were obviously of high quality. He was probably one of Merlinâs minions.
âAh, Lunete, thank you.â
âSir.â In lieu of goodbye, he nodded at them (and exchanged a wry smile with Merlin, confirming his suspicion) before leaving the Dining Room.
âNow, to get back to things- there was no âaccidentallyâ involved in your alias being compromised.â Merlin turned a severe glare in his direction before turning back to Arthur. âI reviewed the footage personally, and he brought attention to himself by insulting the target. Claims he found his company degrading, and could accomplish the task without following the instructions of his handler. In the end he forcefully knocked the target unconscious because too much time had elapsed to use the amnesia darts.
âWell, as he did achieve the objective, we can at least attest to his being correct on part of that- though you did lose us a useful alias and years of work.â Arthur turned to Harry, who looked sheepish for a moment, intent on opening his mouth to defend himself, but Merlin redirected his attention once again.
âYes sir, he did- but Iâd like to bring something to your attention; glasses, please.â They looked up at the hidden screen, which was now displaying the details of his aliasâ file. âThis is the file for Atticus Grey as it was originally constructed.â He typed something onto his clipboard, âthis is what is associated with that person.â
âWell, this is convenient.â Arthur muttered to himself, saying what Harry had been thinking. By some kind of divine intervention, it seemed that all of the people heâd made connections with through Atticus were either in custody or dead. The former of which was adding to the latter every year.
âSo, even though he did in fact ruin this alias, itâs not an altogether unsalvageable situation. Honestly, we probably would have scrapped this alias within the next couple of missions anyway.
âHowever, with this alias being scrapped a bit prematurely, my team will need a few days to make the new alias as airtight as possible. With most agents off on missions weâre prioritising handling over our background work- when Percival and Lancelot return we should be ready for wherever you wish to send Galahad next.â
âForcing our Galahad into some down time, are we?â
âNo idea what youâre talking about, sir, itâs just procedure.â Thereâs a glint in Merlinâs eye that says otherwise, but nothing he says will change their minds. This wasnât the first time theyâd pulled such tricks, merely the most recent. Arthur dismissed Merlin with a smile, and he and Harry finished their tea with non-work related chatter.
âI have some errands- a few days home shouldnât be too tedious.â
He was wrong. Harry Hart was many things and now he would be adding wrong to the list. A few days on home soil with no clear objective or clear end in sight was tortuous. Heâd taken to pestering Merlin for updates every few hours, which had resulted in him being locked out of his office and the direct link from his glasses being shut off.Â
âAny reason in particular thereâs a picture of Merlinâs face taped to that punching bag?â The voice comes from behind him, bemused and unfamiliar, and Harry turns to find the minion from before. Shit.
âNeeded to let off some steam- Merlinâs decided to force some down time upon me, but I have nothing to do.â
âThat so? Still doesnât explain why youâre punching his face like that.â
âSure it does- heâs insufferable and I canât take it out on him in person.â
âIsnât there anything else you can do to pass your time?â
âIâve already finished all of my reports- and Iâm doing the only other thing I can here at the gym.â
âYou could go for a swim- or the obstacle course! That oneâs always fun. Or family to visit, or something?â
âBeen there, done that; and the obstacle course is only fun the first few times. Doing it on repeat for days takes it away. And no, they all died years ago. Just me and Kingsman.â
âYou need to get out more. Come with me.â Lunete had one shoulder propped against the doorjamb, hands in his pockets, and a smirk on his face like heâs got a fabulous joke but wonât share it.
âExcuse me?â
âWell I was going to head home and hang out with my mother and sister, but you need a night out. Come on, then.â
âI barely know you.â
âFirst off, we both work at Kingsman, so how dangerous can I be to you; and second your fileâs public to those of us in the Lake, so I know all about you- you could come out and even the score?â
âI think youâre just trying to keep me from beating Merlin the next time he emerges from his cave.â
âEh, thatâs just a pleasant bonus.â
Eggsy ended up bringing Harry to the first pub he saw between the mews and Kingsman- in the opposite direction from the one Harryâd left his âyou told me soâ drink at. It wouldnât do to be recognised since he was doing some serious posh-acting; he didnât want the jig to be up too soon.Â
On the one hand, it was annoying as fuck to act like someone he wasnât for longer than he absolutely had to. Arthur and his cronies were bad enough on site let alone out in public. On the other, though, it was probably the closest heâd get to actual spy work even if it was all for his own benefit.
But, even as they sat across from one another at a booth and talked aimlessly about nothing, Eggsy could see Harry relaxing despite himself. Heâd talk about some mishap in R&D and Harry would laugh until he was wiping at his eyes; and Harry would tell some story about his dog (the fuck kind of name was Mr. Pickle, anyway?) which would prompt him to talk about JB, and inevitably end up in giggles.
Eggsy relished the opportunity to see what Harry was like outside of a mission, and what he acted like with someone he wasnât strangely obsessed with. Now that he thought about it, Harry probably saw him as a mystery he wanted to solve. He wouldnât be interested once the mystique was gone, no matter what he said to the contrary.
Even more motivation to make this mask believable. No way for Harry to connect the two.
Harry, on the other hand, was enchanted with the surprisingly eloquent man. He lamented not having met him before, but resolved to get to know him better now. Merlin certainly wouldnât begrudge him a friendship with one of his minions, would he?
â
âLunete! Package for you.â
âAnother one?â
It had been a few months since Eggsyâd taken Harry out to that pub in the guise of Lunete- and for some odd reason Harry had decided that the best way to cultivate a friendship with him was through obnoxious souvenirs. The kind of things Eggsy thought of when Harry threatened to gift him with âthe most awful thingâ he could find in wherever the fuck he was for a mission. Eggsy wondered if these were Harryâs idea of good souvenirs and, if so, allowed himself a shudder at the possibilities âthe most awful thingâ suggested.
Todayâs mystery package wasnât very large- which eliminated another taxidermied animal- and it wasnât very heavy- which eliminated a new creepy looking statue.
If Eggsy hadnât already known Harry outside of Lunete heâd have run for the hills after the first package. Thereâs eccentric and then thereâs eccentric and while the former was interesting the latter was incredibly creepy. As it was Eggsy worried about his sanity, though he probably shouldnât, as most of the Knights had something incredibly strange they loved. Gawaine had a collection of cat statues, Bors kept bits of rubble, and Percival collected local animal teeth. Heâd resolved to never ask where he got them, no matter how elegant they looked once heâd polished them.
The sight of them with bits of gum still attached made an impression, to say the least.
Steeling himself, Eggsy cut the tape and pulled open the flaps before he could talk himself out of it, one eye closed while the other squinted into the box.
There was a note.
Lunete, I saw this while in Switzerland and was captivated before remembering that I had no one to gift such a thing. But I remembered that you mentioned a sister all that time ago, and picked it up anyway. Iâve no idea how old she is (for all your chatter youâre surprisingly difficult to get information from) but if nothing else you can give it to your mother or something.
Reaching blindly into the packing chips he grasped the first solid object he came into contact with. It was box-like, cool to the touch, and thus far made no noise which eliminated several possibilities- and pulling it out Eggsy gasped.
It was elegant, carved in cherry wood and smooth as silk; the designs were all floral, likely roses or carnations or something. It wasnât the kind of thing Eggsy would have picked up on a whim, but the kind of timeless beauty he could see being passed down or inherited. Opening the lid, Eggsy was a bit startled to be greeted with music- who made music boxes this gorgeous? The tune was familiar, if a bit sped up, but he couldnât resist humming along.
And then, giggling to himself, he penned a response.
Well, Galahad, I certainly have no use for something as pretty as this myself, and Daisyâs a bit young for it, but my mother will love it. Thank you for the rarity that is a gift that doesnât haunt my (or the rest of us Minionsâ) nightmares. Seriously. Theyâre haunting. But Iâll certainly be that someone whoâll watch over you.
Gershwin? Really? Could have at least been a typical Mozart or something but you had to go and get something classy and unexpected.
â
Eggsy certainly hadnât expected his bit of fun to bite him in the arse quite so immediately. Harryâs flirting hadnât lessened any over the coms, but now it was accompanied by humming. Incessant humming that matched the music box that now lay atop his motherâs dresser.
'Fuuuuuuck.â
'Iâm not your agony aunt, Eggsy, take your self-created issues elsewhere.â
'But heâs gonna figure it out, Merls!â
'Again, not my problem. Get back to R&D or research Galahadâs next assignment, I donât care, but get out of my hair.â
'But you donât have any-â
'Finish that sentence and Iâll delight in telling him myself. Iâll make a power point with all the evidence, and finish with your address so he can-â
'Alright, alright. Fine. Iâll just go curl up and die at my desk. Anâ youâll have to break the news to Daisy.â
'Far be it for me to interrupt your plans for spontaneous expiration.â
â
'So, Eggsy,â
âDonâ even start, Galahad. Up the stairs and to your right- the painting of some posh knobhead with blue boots is hollow.â
'You donât even know what I was going to say!â
'Half the shit from your mouth during these missions is either you tryinâ to talk me out of the plans I make to keep your sorry arse alive, or flirtinâ with me despite the fact that weâve never actually met in person. As you ainât fightinâ the plan, I assume your next words were gonna be some persuasive argument about the pleasures of the flesh. Again.â He let a little of his irritation slip through, though mostly he was just nervous about Harry connecting him and Lunete. He knew it would happen eventually, but fuck it didnât need to be now.Â
â⊠Got the file.â Harry said reluctantly, almost a sigh, and for a moment Eggsy wondered if heâd somehow gone too far despite not changing his reactions to his flirting in the first place. 'On my way to extraction.â The playful edge that had come to be the highlight of these missions was missing. A Galahad subdued and not in the I-made-a-mistake-and-got-briefly-captured-again way.
It left Eggsy feeling off-kilter. And incredibly worried.
'Job well done, Galahad. Debrief at 1000.â Maybe he shouldnât have said anything after all.
â
'Dare I ask what happened to put this kicked puppy look on your face, Harry?â
'Iâve been ridiculous and making unwanted advances on a man I have never seen.â
'Youâre always ridiculous.â
'Iâve never even met the man and his voice is the brightest part of my missions.â
'As Iâve already said once of late I am not an agony aunt and I have no desire or true advice to give you. Outside of, oh, I donât know, perhaps asking to meet in person?â
'He shoots down my advances-â
'Likely because thatâs what they are? Advances, obviously geared toward a goal that doesnât happen to stop at friendship or likely involve it at all.â Merlin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, 'Why do you care so much, anyway?â
'Eggsyâs never treated me like a superior officer. Heâs never acted like he was beneath me for being behind the coms instead of in the field. Heâs honest and rude and makes me laugh and somehow Iâve fallen for him despite not knowing the shape of his face or the colour of his eyes- the timbre of his laugh is enough.â
'I was expecting something more like âheâs a shit like me and I donât want to ruin our working relationshipâ but leave it to you, Hart, to make it about feelings. What kind of spy are you?â
'A good one, I hope, to have made it this far into my lifespan.â
'Only by the grace of excellent handling.â
'Ah, the great Merlin, so humble.â
'I was referring to Eggsy- you caused me to lose the last of my hair, I have no patience for your showmanship, and your unparalleled ability to destroy my tech means that I tolerate you at best when Iâm handling you.â And there it was, the shame, at reducing a brilliant handler to a seductive voice through no actions but his own.
'I donât want to lose him.â Itâs whispered, eyes staring at a spot on the wall and completely missing the pitying look Merlin throws his way.
'Then be honest, you great pillock, and talk to him. Not your weird proposition shit, either- I have to go through your mission footage and some of that⊠Youâre not going to get anywhere with some bad pickup lines and innuendo.â Merlin pushes his glasses up his face and turned away, tapping at his clipboard, 'And thatâs all I have for you today. Please vacate the premises or I shall be forced to do something terrible to another one of your fetishistic loo butterflies.â
'Fine, fine, Iâm goi- wait, what do you mean another?!â
â
âEggsy.â Heâs holed up in a supply closet, as cliche as one can be, but he will be there for an undetermined amount of time and he is just absolutely done with the stilted, awkward, handling of this mission.Â
âDare I ask, Galahad?â
âI just wanted to thank you for putting up with me.â He tries to press as much sincerity into the phrase as he can, hoping beyond hope that he can somehow repair what he hadnât realised he was breaking. âI know that I can be a bit much, but I donât want you to think that Iâm this way with the rest of the Lake. I simply have no idea of how to keep your attention.â
âIt is literally my job, Galahad, to keep my attention focused on ou ad get your arse home safely.â Eggsy was confused, and maybe a little hopeful. Heâd felt bereft without Harryâs incessant nattering, but hadnât known how to fix it- maybe this was it.
âI was rather hoping to keep your attention while off-mission, as well.â Eggsy nearly groaned, but took a moment to think on the situation. Harry wasnât being actively flirty, the tone was all wrong; if Eggsy didnât know any better heâd say that the great Harry Hart sounded nervous.Â
âWith more soul-damaging relics from your missions like the ones you send Lunete?âÂ
âNo- well, correction, not only with carefully-chosen pieces. I-â Harry paused, and Eggsy realised that this was, indeed, an honest conversation that Harry was trying to have with him. âI would like for us to meet. Formally, face-to-face, give myself a visual to go with the auditory man who has consumed my attentions for quite some time. I understand that there is no reason for you to believe me, given my previous actions, but Iâll readily admit to having had no other idea of how to express my interest. Merlin can tell you that outside of a mission Iâve never been particularly graceful or smooth when it came to potential romantic partners.
âI find that Iâve become enchanted with the idea of you, and would greatly appreciate the opportunity to discover if my fantasies even touch upon the reality of you as a person.â
Eggsy literally had no idea of how to progress from here. Despite his own infatuations with the man, heâd dismissed Harryâs words as empty and with this revelation had no idea of how to progress. Forget the conundrum of Eggsy and Lunete being the same person- this was a problem now, and Merlin had probably known all along and that fucker hadnât even tried to warn him.
          'Weâll see Galahad,â Eggsy fought to keep his voice playful, to not give away his scrambling for a proper answer, 'youâve got to get your way out of this shit first. Anâ maybe, maybe, weâll see about gettinâ a drink or something.â And now Eggsy was back to cursing his mouth for running ahead of his brain and making promises he probably couldnât keep.
Harry continued to pretend that the pounding of his heart was due to his circumstances in the mission and not due to the tantalising possibility of meeting Eggsy proper at long last.
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Of course, Harry had managed the near impossible and completed the mission both on time and without any grievous injury to himself. Or to his target, which was a positive as heâd been tasked with surveillance and strictly told not to engage which are rules the man usually took as a challenge.
Merlin googled at the record when it was brought to him, and Eggsy took a seat across from the man as he reviewed the contents.
âHe didnât make an uncouth comment and get chased from the grounds?â The again went unsaid.
âNo.â
âAnd he didnât continue to press you about going out after you gave him a solid maybe?â Merlin sounded as incredulous as Eggsy felt.
âNope.â Eggsy was in more than a fair bit of shock. On the one hand, Harry had achieved the objective while Eggsy had been in his ear. So that was a point for both of them, for Eggsyâs success as Handler and Harryâs as Knight; but the hows of it. Harry had done all of it because Eggsy had said they might get to meet if Harry did what needed to be done. The mere idea of getting to meet had given Harry enough cause to have achieved a nearly impossible feat for him.
âIâm noâ one to butt into personal business-â
âI fuckinâ know that, Merlin- you practically set this shit up by keepinâ to yourself.â Eggsy grumbled, crossing his arms and slumping in the chair.
âBut perhaps, lad, Harryâs more than a bit serious about this.â Merlin continued as if uninterrupted, and Eggsy looked away.
âDâyou really think so?â
âThe only way youâre going to know is if you actually talk to him and stop with this weird double life youâve made for yourself and no,â Merlin wagged a finger angrily, âI am not going to help you fix this shit. You dug this hole, make your own way out of it.
âI certainly hope that you continue to inspire this out of him and he doesnât corrupt you instead.â
Eggsy stayed in that chair long after Merlin had returned to his own tasks, wondering just what he was going to do. He had two obvious options: he could meet Harry in person and come clean- or he could really chav it up and hope Harry wouldnât be able to see Lunete in Eggsy.
But, to be honest, Eggsy was getting real tired of having to keep track of who he had to be at any given moment. What Lunete knew versus what Eggsy knew and where they could overlap believably with them both being in the Lake. It was getting exhausting, and even with the possibility of losing Harry entirely through this fiasco, Eggsy was just. So. Tired. And maybe that wasnât the best reason to stop leading a double life but it was the one he had.
          So, there, that was one decision made- a pretty big one, too. Now he just had to hold himself to it.Â
But that didnât mean he had to make it easy for the man; maybe he could get one last bit of fun from this fiasco.
â
Harryâs office at headquarters was very secure. Merlin never let anyone in or out without his say so, even when the door was unlocked heâd lock it just as someone was reaching for the handle just to be a shit.
So the box on his desk was a terrifying surprise. First because heâd had no idea that anyone had been in his office- but mostly because of the contents. The outside was so unassuming that Harry had reached in without a second thought and immediately regretted the action.Â
âWhat the fuck is this shit?â
âIt happens to be a gift, you idiot, if youâd bothered to read the card prior to sticking your hand inside?â Melin chimed in from the glasses, and Harry flipped him off smoothly with one hand as the other shut the glasses down. So what if he was right, it was the principle of the thing.
Harry pulled out the thing that had stabbed his finger, and was greeted with the most obnoxiously American thing he had ever seen. Intricately carved, it would be a work or artistry if it werenât for the obnoxious colouring. A bald eagle sitting on a branch, a snake in its grasp, with everything but the bird in natural colours- the eagle was painted as the Americal Flag. It was the end of a wing that had stabbed him, curled upward in a parody of landing from flight. It was atrocious.Â
âWhat. the fuck. Is this shit?â Harry warily stuck his arm back into the box of packing chips, feeling about for any additional hidden monstrosity, but came up empty. âNo note?â Harry began to turn the box about, half tempted to âaccidentallyâ knock the statue from his desk- but he knew that if it had ended up here then the sender would discover the untimely demise. And, heaven forbid, send a replacement. On the end that had been facing his chair there was a small note, taped and half falling off the side of the cardboard.Â
Letâs play hide and seek, Galahad. Youâre it. -Eggsy
Harry pulled the note and examined the writing closely. The ink was partially bled through in some spots, as if heâd hesitated while writing it, and it looked to have been written by one of the Kingsman issued pens- not the ones with the poison, but the ones used for official paperwork, with the combustible ink. Just in case, you see, someone ever managed to get their hands on confidential paperwork. Which eliminated a great many people, as the only people to use them casually were the Minions, who used them for everything by default.
As if sparked by this train of thought, the ink began to eat through the paper. Well, that route of examination was out. Eggsy had mentioned more than once the trinkets Harry would send to Lunete, so it was entirely possible that this gift was poking fun at his habit of choosing memorable items for the man, but to that end it also firmly pointed Harry to a particular collective of Minions: Merlinâs favourites. Unfortunately, codenames meant very little overall within the walls of the place- but real names were rare. It was far more difficult to ask after Richard than Bors, for example, because much like in faerie courts real names held power and were rarely shared.
So asking for Eggsy would get him nowhere, unless he was asking Merlin directly, but the man had been of no help thus far and would likely continue on that trend for a while yet. So he was on his own to solve this mystery. Which meant he had to rely upon his already collected knowledge far more than present clues.
Eggsy was a man with a simple- no, humble- past, who had come to Kingsman from the Army where Merlin had spotted him causing some trouble. Eggsyâd been confronted by his SO and had been quite contrite to admit that heâd been messing with the tech because he was bored and had lost his sense of purpose when those around him didnât seem to care about the why as much as the when. Heâd had a note put into his file, and Merlin had snatched him up immediately. Harry was still unsure of why Merlin had been watching the man in the first place, as there were so many people potential to sort through at any time and only a finite number of places to put them. Harry figured it was like applying to an Ivy League school you didnât know was considering you. Incredibly selective- so what had pulled Merlinâs attention to him?
But that wasnât the concern at the moment. With what he knew about Eggsy, could he find him on the grounds? What did he care about, what did he mention liking about Kingsman, where would he have the highest likelihood of spotting the man in time to win this game. Harry wasnât even entirely sure what he was competing for- but he was a vain man and desired victory for the sake of it just as much as any prize.
Harry had never bothered to learn the things a Handler would- but he could strategise if he could only decide what direction to go in. Top to bottom? One end to the other? From the centre outwards, or vice versa? Simplest would be top to bottom, as the roof provided a finite amount of space he could go- so to the roof it was. He wasnât so desperate as to climb the sides of the building, and opted instead to take the service stairs to the top level and find a window that overlooked a bit of the roof and meander is way from there.
Which actually ended up being surprisingly difficult, but once he had found an acceptable exit he also stumbled upon another note taped to it.
Letâs play a game, mate- well, another one, waiting in one spot is just so boring yâknow? Iâm hanging out with the rest of the Minions til âbout 3 where you left me my drink way back when. Find me. That little shit had been here, how long ago was anyoneâs guess, and instead of following through on whatever his original plot had been had changed the rules. As if Harry had known what they were in the first place, but the point remained that heâd changed the rules without warning or explanation.
But wasnât that just like Eggsy, to at one moment follow plans to the letter and the next follow Harryâs lead on a whim? The fact that they were always successful could more likely be attributed to luck than any actual skill, but Harry was willing to take what the universe deigned to gift him. So he huffed a laugh and made his way back to his office, checking himself idly in the window as he removed his tie and popped a button or two. Going around to a pub while dressed to the nines, while safe in a Kingsman suit, was making himself a spectacle and if he intended to actually find Eggsy he needed to be able to blend in- at least a little. He removed his glasses, and mussed his hair just enough that it looked purposefully dishevelled as opposed to perfectly organised.
Harry made his way down to the pub, one he frequented and thus was able to pull favours with, and nodded at the barman who smoothly slid his pint down the bartop to his waiting hand as he sat at his regular spot at the bar. No words having to be exchanged, which freed him up to idly glance about the room. There were some outside seats but it was easier to hide in a crowd, and easier still to disappear with staff constantly moving about, if you knew when and how to do so. Which was usually a skill Knights honed and Minions of the Lake dismissed as unnecessary. The likelihood of their being spotted, let alone pursued, was miniscule- so why waste the energy that could be dedicated to other things instead?
There was a group of younger people in the corner booth, only a half dozen or so, about half wearing very familiar glasses. Now to spot his target proper. There was a young woman leaning intimately into the side of one of the men without glasses, with dark brown hair and pale eyes. That was Agravaine and Blanchefleur, then, as they were the topic of many Knights who were critical of relationships from within. And, honestly, how did they expect to achieve any sense of intimacy with someone outside of Kingsman, anyway? But that eliminated two suspects. There was his regular pilot, Houdain, with whom heâd shared many idle conversations of the last couple years. His accent was similar to Eggsyâs, but not so much so that he could ever have confused one for the other.
Three down, three to go.
There was another young woman with short cropped red hair, sans glasses but obviously sporting a pair of Kingsman brogues, bent nearly in double as she laughed- inelegantly snorting. She slapped the glasses off the man sat across from her in her antics, simply by waving her arms about, and Harry was grateful to know that she was not a Knight. If she were in this collective she obviously had immense amounts of talent behind the scenes, but something like that could make or break a mission. Which was entirely off topic, but Harryâs head was running in a million directions as he caught sight of the last two members of the table.
One was a driver that he knew quite well, Ither, who had always been up for a joyride while escaping their pursuants. The other was Lunete.
So Eggsy had lied, then. He wasnât here after all. He turned back to his drink as a way to distract himself, observing the condensation run down the glass, and pretended that disappointment was not a bitter pill to swallow.
 Except, suddenly, he heard a very distinct âyouâre fucking jokinâ, bruv!â he knew without a doubt that Eggsy was in that group. His head snapped up just in time to see Lunete slap Houdain playfully on the shoulder, the latter covering his mouth with one hand while shaking with laughter.
âSwear down, Eggs, I couldnâ make that shit up if I tried.â
âThe fuck was Lancelot thinkinâ, tryinâ to make a jump like that in that outfit? She gave someone a lucky view, then?â Ither looked as if Christmas had come early, a very Grinch-like smirk on his face at the thought, but Houdain shook his head.
âThe street was clear, luck with her, so she didnât flash no one- but lots oâ people complained about the thumpinâ from the roof, next day.â Lunete shook his head as Houdain finished, but Harryâs mind had stopped a bit before.
Eggs. Eggsy. Harry ran the facts over in his mind as he took another idle gulp of his Guinness; Eggsy spoke often of Luneteâs gifts, he obviously knew Harry quite well after all the time of being in his ear, was well-liked and trusted by Merlin (who else would he trust his oldest friendsâ safety to, if not someone he trusted?), and suddenly he couldnât unlink the two. Lunete was Eggsy.
Lunete was Eggsy.
Lunete was Eggsy and heâd already had a drink with the man and heâd never let it on. Heâd not even hinted that heâd been hiding anything; to hide such a thing from a Knight was impressive in and of itself. Heâd been sure to keep their interactions regular, had never hinted at- well, hinted at what, exactly? Had Eggsy thought anything of their pint, that day, and what of the gifts? Why had he hidden himself so thoroughly within the walls of Kingsman that it took a ducking scavenger hunt for Harry to figure it out? It was not as if Kingsan was particularly judgemental- well, no, that was a lie. Arthur was a prick.
Ah. Prejudice based around the way one walks. And talks. The things that are the quickest to reveal oneself as âotherâ in a collective of men from money. Arthur was quick to anger and quicker to insult, if only ever backhandedly, so the ability to blend in was imperative- he guessed- to Eggsy being able to do as he needed. Drivers and Pilots were often silent until prompted and prodded into speaking- a Handler was easily identified and exposed by voice. To affect an accent in the presence of those who would look down on you for being different was entirely understandable.
But had Eggsy truly thought that Harry would judge him in that way? Had he not been clear with his affections through the coms? Short of screaming it from the rooftops heâd done all he could to show Eggsy that he thought the world of him. But⊠but perhaps that was what had kept him away. If someone is showy, you never take their actions or words at face value. Never. Itâs survival one-oh-one, and Harry kicks himself for not connecting the dots sooner.
Every bit of tension in his body began to loosen as Eggsy turned around, just enough for Harry to admire the cut of his jaw and the upturn of his lip as he winked. At him. That cheeky arsehole. Harry didnât hear the particulars, but Eggsy was excusing himself from the group with a smile and making his way toward Harry- and what was Harry going to say when he finally got there?
âHey, Harry.â Eggsy slid into the seat beside him and nudged one shoulder with his own, sloshing what little was left in Harryâs glass. âFancy seeing you here.â
âYou led me here, and yet youâre the one claiming to be surprised?â
âWerenât sure you was gonna find that window, guv, but you managed that shit in record time you did.â
âSo you set me up to fail?â Harry finished his drink before he turned and lifted a brow, and Eggsy had the gall to laugh.
âNah, I set you a challenge and you met it. Exceeded expectations and all that shit. So, now, Iâm an open book- what dâyou want to know?â He lifted a hand to the barkeep and accepted to proffered drinks with a grin.
âWhy?â
âWhyâd I leave you messages?â
âWhy this double life in the first place? Whatâs the truth here, Eggsy?â Harry looked away, tips of his ears pink, and Eggsy paused for a moment before speaking.
âI was scared- terrified, even- of you connectinâ Lunete anâ Eggsy. Youâre a posh man, you got class out your arse and youâre fit and funny and I knew you were leagues away from me in life. Youâd flirt with Eggsy, but Lunete was a mystery anâ you treated him like any other bloke while at the pub anâ then started sendinâ gifts and shit.â Eggsy ran a hand through his hair and looked ruefully at Harry, âYou was thoughtful and flirty and it made me fall more for you that I had already.â
âThat doesnât explain-â
âGettinâ there, Harry. Promise. When I started at Kingsman, Iâd barely walked in and Arthur looked down his nose at me and sneered that he didnâ want to see my face again. I thought Iâd been dismissed bâfore I could start, but Merlin drew me aside. Tolâ me to ignore Arthur anâ that he was my boss anâ til he said leave I werenât to so much as think about the door. But,â Eggsy shook his head, âhe gave me the name Lunete, anâ said to make it someone Arthur wouldnâ look twice at.â
âSo you made yourself unremarkable.â Harry concurred, and tipped his glass in his direction, but Eggsy shrugged.
âI made myself what he was lookinâ for. Growinâ up at the Estates, after dad died, you learn how to read people anâ make yourself what you gotta be to get by, Jamal and Ryan know all the same shit I do- they just donât gotta use it as often. But,â Eggsy grinned, âto explain the rest of this shit you get a bit of a story.
âSee, you anâ Iâve met before all this shit. Merlin and I had a bit of a laugh about it once Iâd settled in. Yâsee, once upon a time,â Eggsy reached into his collar and began to pull on a chain, âyou came by my place anâ left this with me for safe keeping.â He opened his palm, and Harry forgot to breathe.
âOh my god. Eggsy.â Harry breathed, in disbelief at having forgotten the child. It was a memorable name, and yet Harry hadnât recognised it when theyâd crossed paths again. âEggcy Unwin- youâre Leeâs boy.âÂ
âYeah, anâ thatâs the other thing- I didnâ know if youâd still fancy me, flirty and shit, once you knew that. Still donât know, actually, but I got tired of pretendinâ at you. The way I figure, this shit goes one of two ways, yeah? Either we get on as mates anâ we move on, or this shitâs blown us to bits and we never speak again.â Eggsy spoke as if either option was acceptable, but Harry could see the tension in his jaw and fondly thought of him as an idiot. As if there were only ever two choices when it came to life.
âYouâve left something out, Eggsy.â Harry spoke blandly, allowing himself a small smirk around the lip of his glass, before setting it down and facing Eggsy fully. He waited for Eggsy to look at him and not the tabletop, but he seemed to be doing everything in his power not to do so.
âOh?â Eggsy didnât dare look at Harry- he didnât want a fatherly pat on the shoulder, or apologies for how his lifeâd turnt out- but when Harryâs hand landed heavily on the wrist clutching his glass his head snapped up.
Harryâs eyes flicked to his lips so quickly Eggsy swore heâd imagined it before there were lips against his own. Insistent yet chaste, Harry pulled Eggsy to him by framing his face with both hands. His fingertips cradling his jaw with what Eggsy could only describe as reverement. His eyes slipped closed, and just as Harry began to pull his hands away Eggsy made a soft noise of protest before leaning inward and pressing his insistently back. One hand held him steady on the countertop as the other wound itself into Harryâs hair as they began to lose time.
They broke apart to jeering from the other Minions, âget it, Eggs!â and the two flipped the group off with a united two finger salute before dissolving into giggles.
âDo they even recognise me?â Harry breathed into Eggsyâs ear, and he shook his head in reply. âWell, theyâre quite enthusiastic about your âgetting itâ from a man they donât know.â
âLike to hope they trust my judgement.â Eggsy laughed, feeling high from the realisation that his antics hadnât cost him a chance with the man before him. He pulled back, allowing himself to do a full once-over of Harryâs look- he looked gorgeous like this, ever so slightly undone, and Eggsy hadnât let himself really realise it before that moment.
âThereâs never only two options, Eggsy. You know that as well as anyone.â Harry smiled softly, running his thumb along his cheekbone.
âYeah, well, forgive me for puttinâ this option from my head after havinâ lied to you for so long. Anâ forget the fact that Iâm nowhere near your league.â
âWeâre spies, Eggsy- lying is easy as breathing and takes half the thought of the truth. Not saying that Iâm not a bit frustrated- but thatâs more at my inability to be observant than your Parent Trap-ing me. And,â Harry firmed the grip upon his face, âif I hear you dismiss yourself so easily again youâll soon regret it. I love you, and if you find your own judgements are faulty then trust my own.â
âYou love me?â Eggsy breathed, eyes wide like a child seeing art for the first time, and Harry allowed himself to drink his fill of the image before replying.
âWell, I love what I know of you- both what you told me as Lunete and what Iâve come to know through our missions- and I look forward to loving the rest of you.â
âMight take a while.â
âWell, we have a while.â The two pulled enough apart to finish their drinks, a pair of hands clasped between them as if to separate would break the spell.
#Dagonet Writes#Kingsman fic#shriekingpersonality#I swore I would finish it#and I have#BUT I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT#will crosspost to AO3 eventually
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Breaking In
..It was 11 pm when you decided to leave the clubhouse. You had worked the whole weekend as the SAMCRO bartender and Happys girlfriend. As soon as you got home you were going to take a long shower to get the smell of booze, weed, and sex off of you. Pulling in to your drive way you saw the light on you freaked. You havenât been home and only you and Happy have keys.. So you pulled out your .38 and cell phone speed dialing Happys number.. You walked to the front door and saw it was cracked open.. You werenât going in until Happy got there so you waiting for him to pick up the phone. Happy- What? Y/N- Hap someone broke in my house the lights are on and the doors busted. Please get here.. Happy- Donât go in and get back in your car and lock the doors get your gun out and stay there. Iâll be there in five.. Y/N- I have my gun and iâll wait for you.. Please hurry. With that the line went dead and no sooner than putting your phone back in your pocket you heard the sound of bikes rubbling. Happy brought Juice and Filthy Phil with him.. Happy hopped off his bike before turning it off and running to you.. Juice quickly jumped to grab it before it fell on the ground cutting it off. You ok, did you see anyone run off when you pulled up Happy looking you up and down to make sure you were unharmed. Iâm fine Happy, Just a little spooked thats all. Look at my front door. I havent even seen what they done to the inside. Happy pulled out his gun and Juice and Phil followed slowly going in to the house with you on thier heels. Y/N you should stay outside Juice said look over his should. NO if they are still here I want a piece yaâll canât get all the fun you winked The living room was not as messy as you pictured it to be. They stole my fucking t.v. What the Hell.. Juice go up stairs and check the bedrooms. Phil go check the back Happy said looking at the sight of you getting angry. Babe, its ok aleast they didnât brake anything.. Oh Yeah nice respective robbers, I just bought that freaking flat screen.. That set be back $1,000 bucks you rubbed your forehead. Its clear up stairs, nothings messed with Juice came over and put his hand on your should.. Thatâs good, They didnât rifle though my bra and underwear drawer or found my stash.. You looked up and saw Happy and Juice give you a confused look.. WHAT? My weed and money thats my stash. You weirdos you laughed at the look Happy gave as he was relieved to found that it wasnât what he was thinking.. Soon Phil came in, everythings good out back.. Even your gates locked.. That means they had to leave through the front too. Maybe someone saw something. Well the only neighbor thats up at this hour is Ms. Knight but she wouldnât tell me if she saw anything she hates me. WHY DOES SHE HATE YOU? Happys question made you qulp. She doesnât like the club and she called me a biker whore cause iâm with you. It doesnt matter. Sheâs batshit crazy with a stick up her ass. Happy looked away alittle hurt and mad.. She should have that removed Phil hunched over laughing with Juice hanging on his back dieing of laughter. Yeah she should with all that money her poor dead husband left her.. You want to come back to the clubhouse with me and we will fix your door later Happy taking your hand in his. Nah I want a nice long shower and some sleep in my own bed. Your not staying here alone.. Iâll stay and be your security.. That sounds like and good and bad idea you said giving him a lick to his lips. Well we are going to go and see you tomorrow to fix your door Juice said waving goodbye. Thanks guys sorry to ruin your night.. You good girl Y/N Phil said closing the door well what left of it. So.. You try to fix the door as best as you can and Iâm gonna jump in the shower. Sounds good Iâll see you in abit enjoy your lonely shower Happy said with a pout. Oh Baby its ok if you hurry you can join.. With that Happy went to get tools.. The water hit all the ackes and pains from being on your feet all day. You shut the water off just as Happy came in. Oh come on, you can stay in there alittle longer.. Nah Iâm all prunny. You take a shower and Iâll be waiting for you in bed with a kiss to his lips you walked in the room dropped your towel and gave Happy a view he loved. You better hurry Hap or Iâm going to get cold and put on clothes.. You never seen him take a shower faster than he did.. He walk out of the bathroom water glisening off his hard tattooed body. You could see the semi-hard cock poking throw his towel. It made your mouth water and your pussy wet. You see something you like little girl? Happy cocky as ever.. He new you couldnât resist him. Maybe, you got something for me under this.. You pulled his towel down his hard cock springing up.. YUMMY DADDY.. Can I have a taste? Whats that baby girl.. Im sorry I cant hear you. PLEASE MURDER DADDY CAN I SUCK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING COCK!!!!!! You panted Yeah I guess you deseâ With no hesitation you went to work. OH FUCK Y/N Happy gripped your hair grunting . Your head was bobbing as you looked up to see Happys eyes roll to the back of his head, so you decided to tease alittle since he was so close to coming. Twirling your tounge around his head and your teeth slowly grazing giving love bits to his sensitive head.. Happy pulled you up, Gripping your chin to look him in the eyes. You like teasing baby girl. Huh do you? With that Happy gave your ass a slap. You yelped and moaned as he rubbed the stinging sensation away.. You know better than to tease Daddy now dont you? Yes Daddy. Im sorry for being naughty.. You turned around and laid on the bed with your ass in the air and a full view of your dripping pussy. DAMN LITTLEGIRL! You look so good I could just eat you up but since you teased know eating for daddy.. You let out a whine OH PLEASE DADDY. Sorry BABYGIRL you know the rules.. He gave you another slap to your red ass cheek. IF YOUR NOT GOING TO EAT ME CAN YOU FUCK THE PAIN AWAY you said rubbing your cheek. Well since you nicely asked me to FUCK THE PAIN AWAY.. He lined himself up and push through your lips.. HOLY SHIT HAP.. HARDER.. SON OF A BITCH YOUR SO TIGHT.. FUCK Y/N I NEED TO GO HARDER.. YES MURDER DADDY PLEASE DEEPER .. The bed we shaking that the frame broke in the middle and the bed fell.. Happy didnât bother to stop pounding in you.. Hap the bed. You broke my bed you said breathlessly.. Fuck the bed Hap said grabbing your throat. I think you already did you said with a moan and a laugh. Meanwhile with you two having fun. The robbers decided to come back and steal your furniture to go with your tv. They busted the easily breakable door.. That Happy was supposed to fix up but was thinking about you to do so. Happy reached around to your sensitive clt and slowly did figure 8s.. You couldn't control yourself you were about to be unleashed of your orgasm. Happy new the way your pussy squeezed his cock.. OH DADDY IâM GONNA CUM. WHATâS THE MAGIC WORD Y/N Happy said pounding in to you deeper. OH GOD DADDY PLEASE.. PLEASE LET ME CUM.. With a simple yes you unraveled underneath Happy, FUCK. As soon as you lowered your body done Happy came inside you with a grunt and a smile on his face, THAT WAS THE BEST SEX WE HAD SO FAR.. WHOO IâM BEAT. Me too you said wrapping your arm around his chest. But I need a drink. You asked Happy if he want one, went down stairs  turning on the light you let out a scream of angry. AHHHH HAPPY LOWMAN GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE NOW!!!!! WHAT WHAT IS IT, pulling up his boxers and stopped dead in his tracks, WELL SHIT. Thats all you can say they came back and took everything in my living room. I DONâT KNOW WHY THE WAY I WAS BREAKING IN. He gave you a devilish smile.. SCREAMING AND MOANING SHOULD HAVE SCARED THEM OFF.. THATâS NOT FUNNY HAP, IT DIDâT, THEY PROBABLY WERE LISTENING ENJOYING IT PERVERTS. You were so mad that you were seeing red. How am i supossed to live in a living room when i have nothing in here? You were to fix that door and you didnât. Happy walked behind you and wrapped his arms around.. IâLL BUY YOU A NEW TV, SOFAâŠ. AND A NEW BED. He laughed.. IâLL STILL BE YOUR SECURITY.. YEAH LIKE THAT WORKED OUT.. WELL IT DID WORK OUT FOR ME NOT MY HOME..
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To the man that was my forever,
Beauty.
To the man i thought was my forever,
I don't know where to begin ,alls i know is this is my millionth letter i've attempted to write.
I don't even know what i think because everytime i go to write no words seem to suffice what i want to say. I dont think ill ever have the words. Because this isn't how it was supposed to end, this wasn't supposed to end. I wish i had a do over that court day, i couldn't think, i couldn't breathe, but mainly, i couldn't feel. Or maybe i could but it was too much at once. Guilt resides in me and i didnt realize it until i noticed i kept having nightmares. I feel guilty because i didn't get closure didn't get to say my goodbye, explain to you my side of that day on may 5th. SO i guess this is it, My final goodbye. Hopefully you've read it by this far and not thrown it away.
When you first went to jail i didn't know how to feel, i remember when DeDe showed up to your house that night on may 5th. I remember looking out that little corner of the front window that ugly yellowed curtain didn't cover and watching your face. I couldn't tell what was being said. Alls i know is you didn't look happy and any time DeDe came around i got beat after, and after the beating i just took my body couldn't take another slap. Even as i am writing this right now i can feel my heart begin to race rapidly and my hands become clammy as my hands begin to tremble.
I remember my heart climbing up my throat as every second grazed by. I stood there, whole body trembling, i limped to the back door and slowly with my unsteady hand i reach out for the back door screen door and push it opened, i remember hearing the loud click as the hardened plastic on the handle clicked opened, my heart stopped. I closed it and limped back to the front window to see what was going on and you were looking at DeDE i rummaged in the dark for clothes and all i could find was my pink velvet zipper hoodie and your shorts, couldn't find socks couldn't find shoes, no bra and no panties. I took one last glance at what you were doing and limped to the back door.
Demon started whimpering and i tried to calm him. I remember saying goodbye and kissed his head and took one step outside on the cold wet cement steps, i remember slowly walking and took my second step onto the dead grass and landed on a decaying leaf. Â I swore it the crunch under my foot was as loud as a buckshot. After that i knew if i didn't run i would be noticed. So i sprinted like my life depended on it, darted through the small brush that i swore was gonna make me collapse, and i furiously searched for houses to knock on . I was on my third house when i looked back and noticed the second one i had knocked on someone emerged from, so i bolted and yelled as loud as my whisper could go undetected and she saved me. She called 911 and assessed me the best she could.
I stayed on the floor rocking back and forth, made her turn off all the lights because i knew you were looking for me. I heard a knock at the door and my heart slammed down my feet i swore it was you. But it was the EMS men. I shed a tear of relief because i was finally safe. They assessed me, took photos, i remember walking to the ambulance and as they pulled off i watched the yellow house get smaller and smaller until i couldn't see it anymore. I spent 5 days in the hospital and was unconscious for 3 of them, doctors said because of how much trauma i undergo that it was too much stress on my body to remain awake. Mom said only time id wake up is when she rotate her head when she rested her head at the foot of my bed and that my body would jolt and id look around.
I saw over 50 different  types of doctors, they moved me out multiple rooms, every time i was wheelchaired, everytime they wheeled me down a hall the halls got silent people started but tried to act as if they weren't. Everyone expressed their apologies and how they are glad you're in jail, i even had a nurse that drove from canada every day to here. Her son was a developer of Roblox, a more childlike version of minecraft. The last day was the hardest for me. I remember putting a hat and the blackest sunglasses i could find to hide my face.
I remember pulling out of the hospital garage and turning onto the main street and feeling the warmth hit my face, mom had the top down and sun radiated of my cheeks. I remember going home and feeling sick to my stomach as i sat on my bed looking around. It didn't feel like home. I stood up and looked outside the window and my gaze was stuck on the Lansing capital, hatred pulsed through my veins and i felt a sudden urge to throw up so i ran to the bathroom but only gagged. I went to splash water on my face but my appearance caught my eye. For the last week anytime i went to the bathroom i kept the lights off because my face make me wanna puke. I gingerly caressed my cheeks making sure to apply no pressure. My eyes were the size of rice, could barely see, for the last 5 days i has lubricant caked between my eyelids because who knew when your eyes swelled shut it would cause them to get dry and irritant. They pumped the highest dosage of morphine in me but nothing relieved the pain. I didn't leave my house for few weeks when i got home. I barely slept because the nightmares made me insomnia. I had to explain to Amelia, my little 9 year old sister why livy's face and body was torn up, she bawled her eyes. Everyday may 5th was stuck on repeat in my mind like a broken record player. It repeats much it began to blur together, until i couldn't hear your voice anymore.
It was June 27th when i miscarried. Days prior i was in and out of the ER trying to get answers as to why i was bleeding so heavily. But i'll never forget the contractions. My water broke and i didnt know what it was, so i laid back down. But the cramps was horrible. I was exhausted when i felt a sudden rush and as i glanced down a darkskinned blood soaked baby was dangling from me, its little arms and fingers, its little head . That fucked me up i couldn't breathe alls i could do was scream. The EMS guys came up to the apt and blood was everywhere, they had me slowly get up and the baby descended from me. They flushed it down the toilet without even calling their supervisor. That tore me apart. You know they had me do 12 different x rays, told me its urgent but i have a high risk of losing the baby?
Firstly i wanna apologize for being boge in the beginning, i wasn't committed to you because in my eyes we were a real thing, looking back we were more real then than we were in our final weeks together. I didn't realize you were giving me a chance then. I didn't realize what i took for granted until you became violent. It's partly my fault you became violent. So this my tell all i guess.
Secondly i wanna start with your cousins, Mike, Eldred , i never met mike before, it was around february when you went to jail for that warrant that you blamed me for because had i been at your house you wouldn't have been driving, i added him along of other relatives because i wanted support, i wanted them to like me, little did i know how bitter your family was. Eldred i met through one of my plugs i we became smoking buddies, it wasn't until he saw my bloodshot eyes when i explained a relationship didn't go as planned and he asked well who and i explained you and he was shocked. We only hung out couple times never did much because he was busy helping people get their cards.
Now mike, i didn't meet him until he started using the gas station by the apartments i use to live at apparently he was apart of a biker group or whatever you call it. I guess it was located down the road from me. That's when i really stopped leaving my house. Transferred to online school because leaving my house isn't safe, not when i had people facebooking me death threats. I didn't officially meet him until prime fest, i was leaving the concert and i saw him with his club dudes i guess you can call them. I saw him and yes, i walked up to them, i had to. I got beat over someone i didn't sleep with i HAD to look them in the face, and his buddy talked to me, as questions, asked what my name was and i didnt want mike to realize it was me so the best fake name i could up with was Olive, i slapped myself inside my head for that. But i had to meet the guy who apparently you thought was better than you. Alls i can say is honestly, he is no way attractive nor a guy id wanna hang with the idea of him being a biker guy is too intimidating enough. Let alone he towers over me.
Lastly,I want to say i'm sorry. I'm sorry i wasn't what we were suppose to be, i'm sorry i could save you, save us, or even save the baby. I'm sorry i didn't stay motivated to finish school or get a job, i just gave up when i moved into your moms. I'm sorry i made decisions in the beginning that were selfish and made you go over the edge. But more importantly, i forgive you, i forgive you not for you but for myself because without forgiveness i'll never be able to spread my wings and grow, i'll never seize the moment because i'll be stuck in fear of what could happen. I hope you learn to forgive me so you can grow and become a better you for your future wife because everyone deserves love. I just pray you become more wise and learn to control yourself, to stop blaming other for your actions, i pray you stay medicated because you shouldn't hear 7 different voices in your head.
But dont think ill forget the love once had, the showers we had, you slipping and almost busting your ass, the Vons Market munchie run, I'll never forget our rooftop blunts and vents or how demon was there for me. But the main reason i'm writing this because i'm closing the door to our horrided story. Im done letting it cower over me, i'm closing every existence to what was us, im letting beauty die.
So this is it Vincent.
My goodbye.
It's better to have been loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
Sincerely,
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