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Wouldn’t It Be Nice? (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! May I present you all with part 2 of the "Love Goes” sequel. I’m still trying to decide on the name for it, but I’m really appreciating all the suggestions so feel free to keep sending them. A fair amount of dialogue from Wandavision is still used since it was necessary, but less than the first part for sure since the story is developing.

Songs used are “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?” by The Beach Boys (1966) and “This Magic Moment” by The Drifters (1968). Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: As Y/n and Wanda attempt to settle into 1960s Westview, what shenanigans will they encounter? Will they be able to fit in?

“You’re a mystery around here, you know?”

Glancing up from your desk, you noticed the familiar figure of your partner leaning against the entryway of your office with a friendly smile on her face. “A mystery you say?” You questioned in amusement.

Instead of answering right away, she moved further into the office and took a seat in one of your chairs. “Yes. We’ve been partners for weeks and I barely know anything about you besides the information that everyone already knows because you were an Avenger.”

You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. “Maybe that’s how I want it.” Was your cryptic response.

“If you say so.” The woman rested her head on her palm thoughtfully. “One day you’re going to have to let someone in.”

“Maybe I already have. Maybe I’ve learned better.” You raised an eyebrow in challenge.

For a moment she just stared at you, analyzing you. “So, you regret it then? Letting someone in?”

“I could never regret it.” You replied quickly, easily.

She leaned forward with interest. “Does the reason for your mystery have a name?”

There was hesitation in your voice as you responded. “Wanda.” If you were going to be partners, it was only a matter of time until she found out anyway.

Her eyebrows raised slightly in recognition, everyone who worked there knew who Wanda was. “Hmm.” She hummed, her expression neutral. “I actually came in here to ask if you wanted to get dinner together? Maybe lift the shroud of mystery a bit more.” Her tone was teasing.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Sure…” A name followed the word, but it was muffled. Almost as though you couldn’t remember it even in dreams.

“Y/n.” The women said as you looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”

With a jolt, you sat up in bed, relaxing slightly when you realized you were in your shared room with your wife. “Y/n.” You heard again. Turning your head, your eyes landed on Wanda who was looking back at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, my love?” You answered groggily through a yawn.

Her expression became shy as she fiddled with the sheets. “I think I heard something at the window.”

Glancing towards the window you heard nothing but silence. “I’m sure it’s nothing, sweetheart.” You said reassuringly but got up when you saw her expression remained the same. “Allow me to put your mind at ease.”

Pushing aside the curtains, you glanced outside and saw nothing but the picturesque garden Wanda had lovingly put so much effort into. “What do you see?” She probed tentatively.

“Only your lovely rose bushes.” You answered as you scanned the yard once more. When you were satisfied, you closed the curtains and turned back to face Wanda who still looked skeptical. “I assure you, I saw nothing amiss. You have no reason to be frighten-”

A bang against the window interrupted your sentence as you let out a squeak and dove into your bed to seek safety. You pulled your covers up to your chin.

Wanda stared at you with an unamused expression as the disembodied voices laughed. “You were saying?”

“You know, I was reading an article in the newspaper about suspicious activity that’s been recently occurring in the neighborhood.” You mumbled defensively from behind your sheets. “Who knows what that could mean. Robbing house, vandalizing property-”

“Manipulating the earth, moving objects without touching them?” Wanda cut you off sarcastically.

You tilted your head curiously. “You think they were referring to us?” Before Wanda could respond another thud against the window startled you both. You gasped and Wanda magically pulled the beds together. “One of us should really determine the source of that sound.” You suggested meekly.

Wanda set her lips in a line and shook her head at your antics. “Yes, one of us should.” She grumbled sarcastically. Another thud tapped against the window, making you both jump again. “Oh, this is getting ridiculous. I’m going to take a look.”

You grimaced as you both turned towards the window. Wanda waved her hand to open the curtains, only to find that the source of the sound came from a tree branch tapping against the window from the wind.

There was an awkward moment of silence as you both merely stared at the true source of the sound. “Well… I think we handled that well.” Wanda said lightly with a playful smile.

You turned on your side to face Wanda with a smile to match hers. “Yes, I’m very proud of us. All the trees in the neighborhood will know not to disturb us from now on.” You said teasingly. You glanced down at the bed with a smirk. “I’m even more pleased with the way you’ve seized the opportunity to redecorate.”

Wanda grinned suggestively. “This is better, isn’t it?” She questioned as she waved her hand. Immediately the two separate beds transformed into a one large bed.

“Wanda, darling.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Yes, dear?”

You shifted closer. “Get the lights.” Wanda waved her hand to turn off the light as she pulled the covers over both your heads. As soon as the covers were over you both, you could feel her eagerly climb on top of you and connect your lips fervently. The disembodied voices gasped scandalously.

“You know, I’m beginning to think I should have been the assistant, darling.” You called out as you adjusted the hat that was placed precariously on your head.

There was a short pause before Wanda shouted her reply, “Just say the line!”

Sighing at her response, you turned back so you were facing out into the room. You took a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath as you got into character. If you were going to do this, you were going to do it right.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for my final trick, I bring you…” You paused for dramatic effect. “The cabinet of mysteries.”

You gestured out into the open air where Wanda should have been, rubbing a hand down your face in amusement when she didn’t respond. “Darling. That’s your cue.”

“Did you say cabinet of mysteries?” She called from the hallway.

Stepping back, you gestured dramatically to the open space once again. “I said… Cabinet of mysteries!” You repeated even more theatrically.

“Oh. That’s my cue.” Wanda said cutely as you could hear her struggle to push the large box into the room.

Quickly rushing over to help her, you huffed at the weight of the object as you pulled it. “Doesn’t this seem like a bit… much?” You asked hesitantly.

Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “You should hear about what some of the others are planning. Let’s keep going.” She urged, her eyes shining brightly with excitement.

When she looked at you like that, you were unable to deny her anything she wanted. You would have given her the moon and all the stars if she asked for them.

You quickly got back into character. “Yes, okay. Where was I?” you mumbled to yourself. “Ah, yes! Watch closely as I, Terra, make my captivating assistant, Glamour… disappear!” You bit back laughter as Wanda posed dramatically.

In unison, you opened the doors as Wanda stepped in, her eyes locked on yours adoringly. “You really are very stunning.”

A blush spread across your cheeks as you smiled bashfully back at her. “Thank you, darling.” You stood with your hand resting against the doors. “Fear not, Glamour. I vow to bring you back exactly as you were.” Again, you had to bite back laughter at Wanda’s expression.

A overly dramatic gasped escaped your wife’s lips as you closed the door. “Abracadabra!” You exclaimed as you tapped the box three times with the plastic wand. After a beat you opened the door once again to reveal the empty box. “Ta-da!”

Wanda began clapping as she stepped out from behind the trick door, a delighted smile on her face. “That was amazing!” When she received no response from you, her brows drew together apprehensively. “What’s wrong?”

“It still seems a little much.” You admitted sheepishly. “Plus, I think you’re a better fit for the magician than I am. Your powers are more aligned.”

Wanda stepped out of the box and made her way over to you. “Darling, it’s fine. In a real magic act everything is fake.” She reassured you “The talent show fundraiser is the most important event of the season. It’s our neighborly duty to participate… And our chance to appear as normal as possible while doing so.”

“We are the very definition of normal, dear.” You replied teasingly as you allowed yourself to float for a moment to emphasize your point before settling back to the floor.

That’s new, you thought to yourself.

If Wanda was surprised by your actions, she didn’t show it as she gently took your hands in her own and pulled you closer. “This is our home now. I want us to fit in.” There was vulnerability in her eyes which immediately put a stop to your joking.

Tenderly, you stroked the back of her hand with your thumb. “Oh, Wanda… We do. We will. I’ll make sure of it. And we’ll be the best act out there.” You promised her earnestly. Once again, you’d do anything for her.

Wanda leaned forward and placed a short kiss on your lips in appreciation.

“Especially with you wearing this.” You added with a wiggle of your eyebrows as you picked up her stage outfit and held it in front of her.

Wanda shook her head in amusement. “That’s actually the rest of your costume.” She quipped teasingly.

With a shrug, you held the costume against yourself. “I did say I would be better off as your assistant…” You trailed off as the disembodied laughter once again drifted into the air.

With a light hit to your shoulder Wanda took the costume back in her hands. “There will be no backing out now, Y/n.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Briefly Wanda glanced down at her watch. “Well, I better get going if I want to make the planning committee meeting.”

Reaching over, you grabbed your cardigan off the couch and began pulling it over your blouse. “I should be off as well. I have a meeting with Ellie.” At the mention of your publisher’s daughter, Wanda’s eyed you, an uneasy expression on her face.

“Why are you meeting with her, darling?” Wanda questioned with a tense smile.

Occupied by the buttons on your cardigan, you missed her expression. “It seems she takes after her father as she is the chief publisher of the town’s newspaper. After last night’s scare, I want to make sure the town is informed and prepared for any potential dangers.” You said seriously.

The tension in her shoulders melted away at your response as Wanda affectionately tugged you forward by the cardigan. “That’s a swell idea. You make sure you let all the tree branches in town know who’s boss.” She pulled you even closer and pecked your lips.

When you pulled away she adjusted your cardigan. “Would you look at us? Fitting right into Westview. Who would’ve thought?” You teased with a wink.

A short laugh escaped her lips as she looked at you fondly. “I’ll see you at curtain call.” She announced as she moved into the kitchen. You chuckled and departed through the front the door.

Shortly after you left a loud thud caught Wanda’s attention. When she stepped outside a vibrant object in the bushes stood out easily against the monotonous tones that surrounded it. She looked around nervously. When she plucked the object out of the bush, she stared at it for a moment. The confusion in her eyes was clear as she held the object as though it was a threat.

The vibrant red helicopter was clearly out of place.

“Look, it’s the star of the show!”

Wanda jumped at the sudden voice as she dropped the toy back into the bush. “Agnes,” She gasped out as she clutched at her chest. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Agnes’ smile never faltered as she raised the cage in her hand. “Oh, I brought my pet rabbit for your magic act.”

“Yes, of course! Thank you, Agnes.” Wanda said appreciatively as she took the cage from her and began walking in the direction of the house again. “We will take good care of him.”

With a proud smile, Agnes called after Wanda, “Señor Scratchy just loves the stage. He played baby Jesus in last year’s Christmas pageant!”

Unsure of what to say to her comment, Wanda turned and laughed awkwardly as she placed the rabbit inside. ___________ When you arrived at the Westview tribune, you found Ellie’s office easily, except she seemed preoccupied by the papers in hands. The soft sound of music drifted quietly from the radio at her desk.

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray, it might come true. Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do. Oh, we could be married and then we'd be happy. Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

The music distracted you temporarily as your thoughts wandered – essentially entranced by the unfamiliar tune. Static over the song cut into your thoughts as what sounded like muffled speaking rolled over the instruments. Ellie didn’t react to the change in sound, almost as though she chose not to hear it. You figured she was just engrossed in her work. The muffled sounds lingered for a second longer before fading into the music once again. With a shake of your head, you remembered why you were there.

To get Ellie’s attention you knocked softly on the entryway, smiling politely when she looked up. “Hi, sorry to interrupt. Is now still a good time to discuss the neighborhood safety article?”

“Y/n. You’re not interrupting at all.” Ellie said dismissively as she leaned back in her chair and waved you in. “Lay it on me.”

You took a seat in one of her chairs. “Well, I was recently reading an article in the tribune about suspicious activity in the neighborhood and I thought it might be relevant to feature an additional article discussing safety protocols and tips.” You pitched enthusiastically.

A minute passed without a word. “I think that’s a swell idea, Y/n.” She finally said with a smile.

An excited smile crossed your features as you attempted to contain yourself. “My wife said the same thing.” You admitted bashfully.

With an amused smile, Ellie rested her head against her palm as she scrutinized you. “Well, it’s clear she has excellent taste.” She paused briefly. “She is married to you after all.”

Unsure of how to respond to the comment, you decided to ignore it entirely.

Hesitantly, you stood up and offered her a hand which she easily took. “Thank you for meeting with me today, but I really should be going. I want to get to the talent show location early to get everything ready for Wanda. Today means a lot to her.”

Ellie stood with you and stepped around her desk. “The talent show isn’t for a good while. Stay and chat. Maybe lift the shroud of mystery a bit more.” She said playfully.

Her words caused you to recoil as remnants of your dream from the night before flashed through your mind. “Sure… Ellie.” You responded unsurely.

“Are you alright, Y/n?” Ellie’s eyebrows knitted together in concern as she took a hold of your elbow.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but feel something familiar in the action. It wasn’t flirtatious, it was comforting. Like the touch of an old friend. “I’m fine.” You paused as you attempted to gather your thoughts. “Just déjà vu.” You insisted.

There was still hesitance in Ellie’s eyes as she released her hold of your elbow. “If you say so.” Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, which caused you to jump slightly. “Maybe you can get into the neighborhood watch committee.”

You nodded eagerly, relieved her focus was back to the article. “I can do that.”

“Between you and me, I think it’s just an excuse for the men in the neighborhood to eat pastries.” She whispered in a mock-conspirator voice.

A short laugh escaped your lips. “Even more of a reason to join.” Once again, you glanced down at your watch. “I really should be going now though.”

Ellie nodded, knowing there would be no convincing you otherwise. “Before you go, do you mind helping me get a box of books down from my bookshelf?” She gestured to the box on a shelf slightly above your height, but just out of Ellie’s own reach.

“Sure thing.” You made your over the shelf and began sliding the box off the shelf, so you could get a better hold of it.

Just as the box was teetering precariously along the edge of the shelf the static on the radio flared as a single word slipped through clearly. “Y/n.” The sudden appearance of your name startled you as the box fell off the shelf and knocked you in the head, causing you to fall.

A surprised gasp escaped Ellie’s lips as she rushed over to kneel by your side. “Are you okay?”

When you looked up, there were three different versions of the woman before you swimming in your vision. “’m fine.” You mumbled out as you rubbed the side of your head.

Cautiously Ellie helped you up, her eyes skeptical. “If you say so. Here, at least take this pain reliever.” She quickly walked over to her desk and grabbed the medicine before handing it to you.

To appease her you took the medicine. “Have a nice... work time.” You said unsurely as the thoughts in your head became muddled. On unsteady feet you made your way out of the office and began your trek to the location of the talent show, not wanting to keep Wanda waiting. ____________________ Hurriedly, you rushed up the steps to the gazebo where your wife was waiting anxiously. On the last step you stumbled and fell on your side. An amused chuckle escaping your lips. “Wanda,” You said unsteadily with a crooked smile when your wife came into your view. “You look breathtaking.”

“Where were you? Did something happen?” Wanda rushed over and helped you up, her brows knit together in worry.

Her question fell on deaf ears as you leaned heavily against her. Your eyes settled on the women who was on your other side seemingly ready to catch you if you fell again. “Well, hello there.” You said with a goofy grin. “Have we met? I apologize if we have, I don’t even know the name of my desk mate. My name is Y/n Y/ln… or is it Maximoff? We never discussed the logistics.”

Much to Wanda’s relief the woman seemed amused by your antics. “We have not. I’m Geraldine.” The women replied, offering you a hand which you shook rapidly. With an awkward smile she stepped back. “I’ll be over there checking on the other acts.”

Geraldine walked away, and you continued leaning into Wanda. “Where were you?” she repeated, her eyes still wide with worry.

“Was just at the tribune. I might have gotten lost on the way here. I heard the loveliest song.” You rambled deliriously with a wave of your hand.

Ignoring your words, Wanda tried to get you to stand on your own. When you were properly upright, she took your hand in hers, her expression serious. “Listen, something strange happened today, Y/n. It’s hard to explain.”

Your eyes widened in an overdramatic fashion. “Did the man in the radio try to talk to you too?” you said in a poorly executed whisper.

“Man in the radio? What? Y/n, no. What is going on?” Wanda questioned, her concern growing.

Geraldine rushed over, interrupting the conversation. “You are!”

Indistinctly you could feel Wanda adjust the hat on your head as she rushed away. You began fiddling with the ring on your finger as your mind wandered. “Hey! Hey! You’re up!” Geraldine whispered urgently as she ushered you out onto the stage.

When stepped onto the stage, you felt as though the floor below you shifted which caused you to stumble into a post. “Pardon me, I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you staggered down the steps. “Hello, Westview!” You shouted dramatically. “Good afternoon, it’s lovely to be here! I’m Terra, Glamour’s assistant!” you declared confidently.

“What she means is I’m Glamour, her assistant and she’s terra the illusionist.” Wanda corrected with a dramatic wave of her hands.

“Yeah… what she said.” You turned towards the audience with wide arms and a deliriously bright smile. “Today, we will lie to you and you will believe us!” You shouted boldly as Wanda’s smile faltered slightly. “Because you are all naïve and easily amused by simple slights of hand. And fooled by basic illusions due to how little you’ve seen! Flourish!”

The strained smile on Wanda’s face remained as you wandered over to the opposite side of the stage. “You just do it, you don’t say it out loud, honey.”

You waved a hand dismissively as you attempted to search through your muddled mind for the rest of the act. “Now, my wife and I will delight in your dumbstruck little faces. Flourish!” You repeated as you allowed yourself to float into the air.

Thinking quickly Wanda waved her fingers and a rope attached itself to you as the crowd chattered excitedly. You turned sideways in the air from the rope as Wanda maneuvered it to lift you higher. You felt your head spin even more than it was before. “Wanda! Darling, let me down! I’m feeling dizzy!” You shouted indignantly.

Thankfully Wanda let you down moments later, her concerned expression breaking through her show façade.

You attempted to recall the next portion of the act, but eventually gave up when you spotted a car parked just off stage. Metal. Perfect. “How about a fantastical feat of strength?” You maneuvered your fingertips so that they were barely resting on the bottom of the car. With a quick wink to the audience, you turned to focus on the car again.

With a slight wiggle of your fingers the car began to float just above your hand, so it looked like you were picking it up.

“Illusions!” Wanda shouted nervously and made her way over to you after she wiggled her fingers. “Terra is the master of illusions! Allow me.” She took the now cardboard car from your hands, making sure the audience saw that it was indeed cardboard.

When she turned she winked at the audience. “Whoops! You weren’t supposed to see how we did that trick.”

Feeling yourself getting sleepy, you decided to jump forward to the final part of the act. A portion that you actually felt you remembered. “Ladies and gentlemen, for our grand finale, I bring you the box of… magic?” You shouted semi-confidently, unable to think of the name you had practiced just that morning.

Wanda took the hint and began wheeling out the box. “The cabinet of mysteries!” She corrected.

“Yeah, yeah. What she said.” You pulled open the doors to show the box was empty inside. “I will now make my wife disappear!”

“Are you sure you don’t want an audience volunteer named my husband Ralph?” Agnes called out from the audience.

You forced a chuckle along with the audience, “Haha- no.” You mumbled flatly as you closed the doors to the cabinet. “Abracadabra!” you weakly hit the box with the plastic wand, proud of yourself for remembering that step.

Wanda looked around nervously. “Uh, sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi.”

“Oh.” You said, realizing you forgot the most important step. The crowd quickly started chanting what’s in the box.

Both you and Wanda exchanged timid glances as Wanda’s smile became strained. Her body language showing her obvious discomfort with the situation. Subtly, she wiggled her fingers once more.

With hesitant hands, you pulled open the doors with Wanda to reveal a very confused Geraldine.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically. All three of you took hands and bowed. “Flourish.” You muttered sheepishly for the final time. “Let’s get out of here.” You mumbled to Wanda as you ran off stage.

When you were safely backstage, you turned towards Wanda with a guilty look on your face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid.” You cried as you sat yourself on the floor and covered your face in shame.

Wanda hastily made her way over to you and delicately placed her hands on your cheeks as she tried to get you to look at her. “Y/n. Y/n, it’s alright. Hey, it’s okay.” She reassured you as she attempted to urge your eyes up to meet hers. “But what is going on with you?”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “I don’t know! It all started when all of Ellie’s books fell on my head and then she gave me medicine that made me feel worse.” You whimpered.

Wanda’s eyes softened. “Oh, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, so you can sleep it off.” She gently coaxed you up. “And before Dottie and the planning committee can string us up for ruining the show.

Wordlessly you agreed with her plan and took her by the hand as you both attempted to sneak passed the audience.

“You two! Stop right there.” Wanda’s hand tensed in your own as you both turned to face Dottie who was on stage. “Nothing like what you two did has ever happened in the history of our talent show.”

You squeezed Wanda’s hands comfortingly as you stared down at the floor in shame. “Dottie,” Wanda began fearfully. “We are so-“

“Hilarious!” The woman interrupted Wanda. You both shared a look of surprise. “That was the most hilarious act we have ever seen. Wouldn’t you all agree?” The crowd cheered.

Dottie gestured you both on stage which you both uncomfortably complied with. “On behalf of the planning committee I would like to award you with the inaugural comedy performance of the year.” Wanda beamed proudly as she took the offered trophy. The look on her face made everything worth it to you.

You smiled deliriously at the sight as you rubbed your head which was still spinning.

As the crowd cheered you gestured Geraldine forward into your final bow, everything after blurring together so much that you couldn’t remember it. _______________ When you came to again, you were on the couch at home. Your head resting in Wanda’s lap as she stroked your hair soothingly. “Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” She asked softly when she noticed your eyes flutter open.

You sat up and blinked a few times. “Much better, my love. Heads all clear again.” You answered as you knocked lightly on the side of your head. “Though I don’t remember everything that happened.”

Wanda chuckled softly and pecked your cheek. “I think it’s better you don’t, darling. While you were amusing in your delirious state, nothing can beat the Y/n I know and love.” Wanda leaned into your side as you wrapped an arm around her. “I don’t know what I was so worried about. It wasn’t so hard to fit in after all.” She admitted.

You rubbed your hand up and down her arm tenderly. “And all we had to do was be ourselves.”

“With a few modifications.” Wanda added with an amused smile.

For a moment you both just settled in the comfort of the moment before you stood up and made your way over to the radio, turning it on. “Let’s celebrate.” You suggested as you fiddled with the knobs.

Sweeter than wine, softer than the summer night. Everything I want I have, whenever I hold you tight. This magic moment, while your lips are close to mine, will last forever. Forever ‘til the end of time.

Satisfied with the music, you turned back to Wanda and offered her your hand. “I was wondering if I may have this dance, my love?”

Wanda stared up at you with loving eyes as she took your offered hand and stood up. “You certainly may.”

Gently, you pulled her closer. Your arms wrapped securely around her waist as hers rested over your shoulders. The feeling was comforting and familiar. Everything either of you ever needed. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours, glimmering with pure love and happiness, the look mirrored in your own expression. For a moment you both just swayed in place to the rhythm of the song, your heads pressed gently together as you cherished being there in that moment.

The moment was short-lived as static rolled over the music playing much like it did earlier in the day. Both you and Wanda pulled away to stare at the radio.

Once again, the muffled speaking began, this time much stronger than before. “Wanda.” The voice called out clearly, this time addressing your wife. You didn’t know why but you knew that you recognized the voice. You just couldn’t place a name to the voice. “Wanda. Can you hear me? What happening, Wanda?”

You turned to look at Wanda, unease in your eyes. “What’s going on?” you questioned, but her eyes remained locked on the radio.

Before Wanda could say anything, a loud thud outside caught your attention. The abruptness of the sound making you jump and effectively distracting you both from the radio. “If it’s the damn tree again, I’m going to rip it up by the roots.” You announced as you stormed outside, the radio forgotten as Wanda followed closely behind you.

You walked to the edge of the yard, looking around as Wanda stopped beside you. “I don’t see anything.” She said lightly.

Almost as soon as the words left her lips, a mysterious figure came out of the drain cover. “Wanda. What is that?” you stepped protectively over to her, your arm wrapping around her from behind.

The figure turned their head in your direction. “No.” Wanda said sharply.

Satisfied with the music, you turned back to Wanda and offered her your hand. “I was wondering if I may have this dance, my love?”

Wanda stared up at you with loving eyes as she took your offered hand. “You certainly may.”

You froze slightly when Wanda stood up. “Um. Wanda.”

“Hmm, what?” She questioned with a cute tilt of her head. Your eyes fell to her abdomen which had become round with the signs of pregnancy. You delicately placed your hand on her stomach as she gasped. “Y/n… is this really happening?” The smile she gave you was so bright that it could have rivaled the sun.

You brought her hand up to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to the palm of her hand. “Yes, my love. It’s really happening.”

Lovingly Wanda leaned forward and connected your lips in a sweet kiss as the disembodied voices cooed at the action. When you pulled away Wanda cupped your cheek, a surprised look in her eyes when she looked at you. “Y/n.”

You both looked around in awe as the home around you became rich with vibrant colors. Like magnets you were drawn back together as you both met in a loving kiss. . . . . . . . . The group once again watched you and Wanda share a sweet kiss as the credits rolled on the screen before them. A moment of tense silence hung in the air as they attempted to process what they just saw.

“You got her pregnant!” Natasha finally shouted at Steve, smacking him in the back of the head.

Darcy tried to choke back a laugh at the sudden comment as she fumbled with the technology, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. “I don’t think that’s how pregnancy works.” She mumbled to herself.

Steve rubbed the back of his head with a frown. “I didn’t get her pregnant, Nat.” He huffed in annoyance. “And I might not be a scientist, but I know Y/n couldn’t impregnate her either. I’m pretty sure Wanda got herself pregnant.”

“Yeah, well, one minute they’re dancing and then you try and talk to them and suddenly Wanda’s pregnant. I blame you.” Natasha countered with a roll of her eyes. “Which, by the way, while Y/n was lifting heavy objects over her head? Really?”

Darcy’s eyes widened in amusement as she tried to keep her expression neutral.

“That… wasn’t my finest moment.” Steve admitted shamefully as he rubbed his temples in embarrassment.

As the two Avengers were arguing Fury shut off the television. “What’s done is done. Now that we have Monica in there under the guise of working for S.W.O.R.D. we can potentially receive some intel. Even though she seems deeply immersed in her character. And,” He waved a file in his hand. “I know who Ellie Hart is. You two might want to hear this.”

Part 2! I will admit I had slight trouble writing this since it was still fairly restricted by Wandavision because it’s necessary to set up the story still. Well, as always, I hope you all enjoyed! And let me know your thoughts, remember they are always welcome! :)

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x-woozi · 3 years ago

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An Unwise Interest

Part 10

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Summary: Of course you love your brother but he can be a bit overly concerned and involved in your personal life. Things only get worse when you find yourself having a little more than “friendly” feelings for one of his best friends.

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to post life’s been a bit much lately but it’s here now! Ta-da! Love interest revealed, and surprise surprise it’s Jihoon. Im sure you saw it coming but I hope you still enjoy!

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Balloons are great and all but the set up and cleaning up is a pain, especially for what you have planned. Luckily you’ll only have to worry about one of those.

Deciding to not be completely mean you planned to fill the majority of the balloons with the confetti first and only a few with glitter. You set everything out side by side on Seungcheols bedroom floor. “Okay I’ve got the balloons and confetti but where did I put- Ah the glitter!” You said aloud to yourself with an evil-like grin as you imagine the look on your brother's face when he gets home.

Rather than waiting for Jihoon to get back, you started without him knowing he’d be against taking any part in it and would have to do some convincing. You tried your best to funnel the tiny pieces of paper into as many balloons as you could before inflating them.

Once it was time to blow them up you realize where you went wrong. There’s no pump, no helium tank, nothing. You thought to yourself, this is that stupid pre-prank karma isn’t it. All you could do now was pray your lungs make it through.

10 balloons in and there are many regrets going through your mind. Tying the ends is starting to hurt your fingers, bring rubber bands or ribbon next time. Starting to feel a little lightheaded having to blow them up. Gotta remember to get a pump for these things! Some of the confetti keeps slipping out and getting in your mouth. Why does this feel so dan-

There was a loud thud that came from the other room interrupting your thoughts and making you inhale sharply with a balloon still at your lips. Going hand in hand with your last thought the timing was great because now you’re choking and there’s an intruder. Trying your best not to completely panic when you hear footsteps rushing towards you loudly coughing, you look around the room and realize you have nothing to defend yourself with. what a great way to go.

“Are you okay?!?!” Jihoon yelled as he barged into the room, “what happened!”

If you could this is where you would’ve let out a sigh of relief, but no, still choking on paper.

He practically leapt to your side and aggressively patted your back trying to help, which it did a little. When you caught your breath you quickly faced him, “what the hell, who just comes home and immediately starts slamming doors and shit?? I could have died because of you!”

“Are you being serious?” Jihoon stared at you in disbelief, “first off you’re in my home”

“It’s also my brothers.” You stated as a weak argument against him

“Still not yours. And second that wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t doing all of this” he motioned to the mess you’ve made on the floor. “So who’s really at fault here?”

“wow just blame the victim I guess” You folded your arms “I never took you for that type, I’m disappointed Ji”

His jaw dropped, “the v- you?? You're joking right? You’re the victim?” Scoffing at your claim “right and I’m in the nba”

A small laugh fell from your lips before you could catch it, you cleared your throat to hide it “anyways, were you going to help me with this or not?”

“Would I have brought these if I wasn’t?” He held up two plastic balloon pumps “I had a feeling you didn’t have one, and of course. I was right”

You rolled your eyes “yeah alright well let’s get to pumping, I’m tired of almost dying doing it the old fashioned way.”

Sitting on the floor across from you and grabbed a balloon to start with, “no one told you to take it this far, so that's on you” he shrugged

He wasn’t wrong, you were the one that wanted to do all this but it was going to be worth it in the end. At least you hoped it would be. Of course seeing his initial reaction to seeing it all would be fantastic but after that there's no telling what he’ll do.

As you both sat there with balloons starting to pile around you, you started to think about what your real plans for after college were. “Hey Ji, can I ask you a question?”

“Was that not it?” You squint your eyes back at him and he sighed, “go ahead”

“How did you know to decide on being a music major? Like I know you’re really good at all of it but how do you know that’s what you want to do forever?”

He kept his eyes on the balloon in his hand “Because it’s my outlet, my contribution to the world. It doesn’t reach many people as of right now but for those that it does reach it makes them feel something that only music can. Music is like the medicine everyone needs at some point. It makes me feel good to help people in that way and I want to be able to reach and help as many people as possible.” You had watched the way his smile grew as he spoke about his passion but quickly fell as a pink showed over his cheeks when he looked back up to see you watching his expressions.

There was a sudden pop and with that rubber and confetti was everywhere. You jumped slightly at the noise, “oh no!” You giggled “well that’s one less for him to worry about later”

“At least it wasn’t one with glitter in it” he added while dusting the pieces off of his shirt.

“Very true, that stuff never comes off” you agreed “hang on you got some in your hair”

You leaned over to pick off the few pieces that made it up there before realizing he was reaching to get those same pieces. Though instead of the paper it was your hand he grabbed.

(Que the cheesy kdrama music: Duu dudu duu dudu duu)

Your face immediately burned red as you felt a small panic rush over you. “Sorry I just-“ You laughed lightly as you pulled your hand back, “you know what, I could use a snack break” you stood up and raced to the kitchen. Oh god why am I like this? It wasn't even bad! You thought to yourself pretending to look through the cabinets. Did I make it more awkward running in here like that? Shit.

In an attempt to make it better you decided to make both of you a pb&j, but also as a thank you for helping you finish even if there wasn’t much to do. “Grape or strawberry?” You yelled with your head basically still in the fridge. There was no answer “Ji!”

“Strawberry” his response surprised you with him being much closer than you thought. He had joined you in the kitchen and was grabbing the bread from the counter behind you.

“How did you know what I was going to make?” He looked at you with a straight face. You rolled your eyes and took the bread from his hands. “Maybe I was going to use crackers, make mini pb&js.” You finished up and set them on plates at the table across from each other.

He followed behind you, sliding a glass of water to you before taking his seat. It was silent as you both sat there eating before Jihoon spoke up, “so I’m going to guess that you’re still struggling to pick your major.”

“Says who?”

“Not even 10 minutes ago you were asking how I picked mine.” He pointed out as he picked up his sandwich.

“Well what if I just wanted to get to know you better, make small talk you know?” Trying to defend yourself.

“Okay so then what did you decide on?” He questioned.

“I haven’t.” You responded sounding defeated “what if I do pick and then change my mind then I would have wasted so much time and money for nothing”

He rolled his eyes, taking another bite. “Just don’t think of it like that, think of it as broadening your horizons, explore your options. What do you enjoy doing?”

“Being with my friends? I don’t know”

“Fine, what are you good at?” He waited for an answer as you just stared back with a blank face. “Seriously? How about a planner like for parties and stuff?”

“Me? Plan things? I can’t do that” you laughed at the thought of it.

Completely at a loss for words he gets up and motions for you to follow. You do while bringing what’s left of your sandwich. He led you straight back to your brother's doorway and stood with his arms crossed. “Did you not plan this?”

“This is different. It’s a prank, not a party” you tried explaining, “this is something simple. But we should hurry and finish because he should be home soon.”

He rolled his eyes at you trying to change the subject, “yeah alright but at least think about it. It doesn’t hurt to explore all your options.” he sat on the floor and picked up another balloon. “Especially when you have no idea what you’re doing with your life.”

You scoffed and tossed a handful of deflated balloons at him “I’m sorry, is that judgement I hear?” he looked up at you with raised brows. “At least I’m trying to have fun and enjoy my life instead of staying locked away in my room.”

“I do not stay locked in my room.” He tried defending himself

“Oh my bad, locked away in the studio.” you correct yourself.

He then threw some balloons your way, “I go out and do things. I can have fun and enjoy life”

You took that as a challenge and picked up some confetti and held it in your fist, “you sure about that?”

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he put a hand up as a barrier questioning you.

“What? Are you scared?” you pulled your arm back preparing for launch.

“I just can't tell what you're throwing at me.”

“Let's find out then” as soon as you threw the paper he reached for the glitter and was ready to throw some back. “Wait wait!” you tried reaching to stop him but it was too late, it was everywhere. He was bent over with laughter as you sat there covered in glitter glaring at him. You picked up another container and sprinkled it over him, letting it fall everywhere.

His laughing slowed as he froze when he saw sparkles coming from him. He let out a short laugh before quickly grabbing your arm to keep you from dropping anymore on him. “Really?” Your first thought was to grab it with your other hand, but as you did that he caught you with a smirk

You tried pulling away but with his grip it only forced you to scoot closer to him. There was now a warmth growing on your face as you stared back at him trying to think of your next move to get out.

The smirk still on his face “now what? Are you done?”

Something dropped at the doorway forcing you to both turn to see your brother standing with his bags at his feet “what the hell is going on in here!!”

Suddenly your hands we’re free and you rushed to your feet. “Wait cheol-“

“Out of all the people and all the places! You two?! IN MY ROOM?!!!” He started towards Jihoon.

Moving yourself between them “wait wait it’s not what it looks like I swear!!”

Jihoon was up and backing away slowly “you know me.. we friends.. roomies.. just take a breath”

“Y/n go home I’ll talk to you later. You.” He point at Ji “we need to talk now.”

You grabbed your bag and basically ran out the door. it’s fine it’ll be fine I’ll check on them later. After I’m far away and he’s cooled off.

Obviously you felt bad for leaving the situation like that but what else could you do? Seungcheol was a little scary when he’s mad.

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delimeful · 5 years ago

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the shapes in the silence (11)

new chapter at the behest of one of my patrons! hope you enjoy! >:)

warnings: terrible coping mechanisms, antagonistic but not "evil" deceit, semi-vivid panic attack, suicidal implications/thoughts, arguing, an antagonistic and also genuinely evil cliffhanger, take care for realsies

After a few days of solitude, Logan emerged from his room with a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

He dropped a comically large stack of paper onto the lounge table, interrupting their bi-monthly binge of Parks and Rec. Patton obligingly paused the television, smiling at the sight of the other Side.

Roman probably would have complained, except Virgil-- as Puff-- had been dozing on top of his head for the past twenty minutes, and one of his wings was draped over Roman’s face like a makeshift blindfold. So, he hadn’t really been watching anyways.

“I’ve figured it out,” Logan said, gesturing to the meticulous lines of not-so-meticulous handwriting. “The shrinking.”

Everyone seemed to perk up in interest, and Virgil dropped onto Roman’s shoulder, kneading his claws lightly into the sash.

“You know why?” Patton prompted after another moment of Logan preening.

“Yeah, Specs, don’t leave us in suspense!” Roman demanded, valiantly restraining his gesturing for the sake of not accidentally unbalancing Virgil. The two of them had only had to learn that lesson once.

Logan nodded, adjusting his glasses briefly. “My current hypothesis is that our reduced states are the result of a sort of… mental lock. We shrink when the locking mechanism is triggered, and it takes a figurative key to restore our previous, normal stature.”

“A key?” Patton asked. “You figured out how to undo it?”

“Not for everyone. Think of it as customized locks. There’s a different key for each of us, and I’ve only discovered my own.”

Virgil tilted his head curiously at Logan’s words. The first bit was about what he’d figured, but a ‘key’ to change back? He used to think he only changed back in his room, but there had been a couple of occasions where he’d shifted forms unexpectedly. None of the others had had to be in their rooms to change back, either.

Roman was frowning in thought. “Wait, how in the name of Disney did you figure out your key?”

Logan looked delighted at the question. He moved to sit in his usual armchair, and then closed his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly and his mouth dropping into a frown.

In the next moment, he was doll-sized. “Extensive and rigorous experimentation,” he said, carefully getting to his feet on the plush chair fabric.

Roman and Patton immediately burst into excited chattering, each theorizing or commenting on Logan’s tiny stature, and Virgil quickly abandoned ship before Roman really did gesture him right into the air. He trotted along the back of the couch and kicked off of it, landing on the arm of Logan’s chair.

Logan looked up at him for a moment, before referring to a pile of tinier-than-normal flashcards pulled from his pocket. “Puff. I hope there’s no ‘hard feelings’ about my former hypothesis. It was nothing personal, I can assure you.”

It wasn’t like the theory had been too far fetched. Virgil hopped down to the seat of the chair and brushed against Logan’s side like a large, scaly cat. It seemed to do the job of convincing Logan that they were cool.

Logan looked back over at the other two. “Time to continue the lecture, I believe.”

With that, he clapped his hands together in a familiar pattern, one that had been used in countless classrooms in Thomas’s life. Two normal claps, and then three rapid ones.

Almost immediately, Patton and Roman clapped the returning pattern, paused as though registering what they’d done, and then turned to face Logan.

“Was… Did you just teacher-clap at us?” Roman asked, astounded.

Logan looked incredibly smug at his gambit working so perfectly, and Virgil barely had time to claw his way back up onto the armrest before the logical Side was back to normal.

“My key,” he said, “is being listened to.”

Then, as though he couldn’t resist, he added, “Who’s falling behind now, Roman?”

Roman spluttered with exaggerated indignance, and Virgil was absolutely certain that Princey was going to spend the next several days rising to the challenge. He shook his wings out, the dragon equivalent of rolling his eyes.

Patton, on the other hand, clapped enthusiastically as though Logan had performed a magic trick. “Wow, way to grow!”

Logan sighed deeply. Patton grinned, and then paused.

“See, the only thing I’m wondering now is, why is this happening to us all of the sudden? It’s certainly not something we’ve had to deal with before.”

There was a terse silence.

“I’m still working on theories in that regard,” Logan finally responded, mouth pinched slightly. “There have been many periods in the past where certain upheavals in Thomas’s life have led to our surroundings or our very selves changing. It’s entirely possible that this… ‘shrinking’ effect is a similar case. That brings me to my next point: we need to speak with Thomas.”

Virgil noticed Roman grimace for a moment. “Does he really need to know about all… this?”

“We certainly can’t keep it from him!” Patton replied as he walked closer to the rest of them and held out his arm. Virgil scaled it with ease, clambering up to perch on Pat’s shoulder like a parrot. For once, he agreed with Roman. He wasn’t sure this would end well, but... it wasn’t his job to bring up doubts right now. “He’s going to have to learn about it eventually, whether now or whenever he calls us up to talk about whatever is bothering him.”

“Precisely,” Logan agreed. “The more information we gather on this matter, the better.”

“I guess…,” Roman crossed his arms, but conceded. Patton gave him an encouraging hug.

“Plus,” he added as he pulled away, “if we go now, we can have Thomathy meet Puff!”

A beat late, Virgil realized just what that meant, and a flood of panic washed out the peaceful haze in his mind. They couldn’t take him to see Thomas! What if his host recognized him?

… What if he didn’t?

“It’s fine with me,” Logan added. “He does seem to be a rather permanent fixture in the Mindscape, though I’m not sure what that says about Thomas.”

“It says that he’s simply the coolest,” Roman shot back, his spirits seemingly lifted by the idea. He reached over and lifted Virgil off Patton’s shoulders, holding him in the air and spinning in a dizzying circle. “You’ll love Thomas, Puff, just you wait.”

“Why wait?” Patton chimed in with an excited smile. “I’ll go let the kiddo know we’re coming!”

He sank out, and Logan spent a short moment making sure his tie was properly aligned before following. Roman tilted his head slightly as though listening to an invisible sound before smiling widely. “There’s our cue!”

Before Virgil could do more than feel a sense of impending doom, the world was blurring and shifting around them, and he was dragged up along with Roman.

The dizziness as he entered the real world was so heady that he nearly blacked out, his head spinning. When his vision cleared, he realized he was being held up like an infant Simba.

Right in front of his host’s face. He froze like a deer in the headlights, mind screaming wordlessly.

“Ta-da!” Roman announced. “The newest, cutest denizen of your mind! Aside from me, of course.”

Thomas leaned in slightly, no trace of disgust or fear on his face. It made him look younger. “Woah. Hey there, little guy. Puff, right?”

He held his hand out carefully, and almost magnetically, Virgil placed a tiny, clawed hand on it. An encouraging smile was all it took, and then he was abandoning all caution and climbing right into the arms of the one who was supposed to fear him the most.

Thomas just shifted obligingly to create a better platform, and ran a thumb over his spine scales. Virgil craned his head up to look, and saw only quiet astonishment and awe on his host’s face.

There was no question. He didn’t recognize him.

Virgil had no idea what the emotion in the pit of his stomach was-- an amalgam of relief, disappointment, terror, sadness, so dense it was physically painful-- but after a moment, he let himself go lax. He could deal with it later. He could deal with everything later.

For now, his host was holding him close like he was something treasured, something precious. It was more than he’d ever hoped for and all he could ever need.

Whenever Thomas spoke, he could feel the words vibrating in his host’s chest. It was almost like a hug. He stayed there, content to listen only vaguely as the others explained what was going on and tried to work out the reason why.

After a while of circular discussion, Thomas went a little tense, catching Virgil’s attention. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“We’re trying to figure out what’s going wrong to cause this… inner turmoil, right? Why don’t we get Anxiety in on this? If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s coming up with worst-case scenarios.”

Virgil went still and frozen, and Roman’s gaze darted down to him for a moment before his expression firmed into a frown. “Absolutely not. That villain won’t have anything helpful to contribute.”

“On the contrary, I believe Thomas has a point. Anxiety could have a side to this story that we haven’t heard yet, but if we were just to ask him,” Logan countered, “he may share.”

“Kind of strange that he hasn’t popped up already,” Patton added with a concerned frown. “The kiddo doesn’t generally like it when people talk about him without him there.”

“Let’s at least give it a shot,” Thomas decided, lifting a hand. “Anxiety!”

No, no no no. This wasn’t how he wanted it to go. Virgil braced for the irresistible tug on his core, the breaking apart of his fragile peace--

It didn’t come.

There was no pull. Why wasn’t he feeling the pull? He couldn’t detect even the slightest call, which was impossible, unless--

Perfectly on cue, a dark figure appeared from thin air on the staircase, jumpscaring Thomas and offering a mocking smirk.

“You called?”

It… was him. It was Anxiety, dark hoodie and darker eyeliner, sneer and all. Virgil felt the strangest disconnect from his own identity for a moment before things snapped back into place. No summons, his own desire for secrecy, a perfect doppelganger.

Deceit.

A low, rumbling growl started up in his chest, and his hackles rose instantly at the sight of that liar daring to wear his face.

Thomas’s hands jerked away in surprise, and Patton reached over to soothe him. “Easy, Puff. He won’t do anything to you, promise.”

“That’s right,” Roman agreed in a completely different tone, stepping forwards to put himself between the fake Anxiety and the others, as though Virgil was pathetic enough to be worried about himself and not whatever bullshit Deceit-As-Anxiety was about to feed the others. His growl lowered in volume, but refused to taper off.

“Like I care about your newest pet project,” Fake-Anxiety said, rolling his eyes in disdain. “I’m just here to do what I do best: tell you how you messed up.”

Logan frowned at him. “You believe our current situation is the result of Thomas erring in some way?”

“Not just some way. All the ways. It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Fake-Anxiety said, gesturing widely to Thomas with one hand. “Something’s wrong with you. You’re broken.”

“That’s not true,” Patton said firmly, frowning in disapproval. “Anxiety, I expected better from you.”

Virgil felt his throat close up, even though he wasn’t really the one Patton was speaking to. It wasn’t like Patton knew that. How was he ever going to look anyone in the eye after this?

“Wait, what? How am I broken?” Thomas asked, not as indignantly as Virgil would have preferred. He gently butted his head against Thomas’s arm for morale-boosting purposes.

“I mean, think about it,” Fake-Anxiety said, spreading his palms open in a faux innocent gesture. “How many times have you screwed up in the past couple of weeks? Speaking with family, hanging out with friends, even just basic customer service interactions. Those were all your fault, and you know it.”

Thomas’s hands shook slightly. “I…”

“Falsehood,” Logan cut in sharply, his expression severe. “A person cannot be ‘broken’, particularly not for simple mistakes. In any case, there is no meaningful connection to be drawn between your baseless accusation and our current conundrum.”

Before Fake-Anxiety could respond, Patton’s hands flew to his mouth. “Wait. Kiddo, you don’t really think that about yourself, do you?”

All eyes turned to Thomas, who hesitated just a beat too long. “No… I mean, not entirely. Not all the time.”

“Thomas…” Roman looked stricken. “There’s no reason to feel bad about yourself!”

“Emotions… are often without reason,” Logan said, sharing a look with Patton. “This is important information, though. It’s entirely possible that a negative sense of self could affect us, as aspects of yourself. This could be the cause.”

“Then… How do I fix it?” Thomas asked, voice strained.

“You can’t,” Fake-Anxiety said, inspecting his nail polish as though bored. “You’re going to be stuck like this forever.”

“The first step,” Logan said, with a complicated glance towards the figure on the stairs, “is not letting negative thoughts control you. I was hoping Anxiety would be able to shed a light on our discussion, but it’s become clear that he’s… not in a helping mood.”

Fake-Anxiety clicked his tongue. “I’m helping. Helping you not make an even bigger embarrassment out of yourself.”

“Don’t listen to that villain,” Roman told Thomas, glancing down at ‘Puff’. “You have the power to send him away, Thomas.”

“Don’t bother. I’ve said my piece, and you know I’m right.” Fake-Anxiety gave a mocking salute before sinking out, making brief eye contact with Virgil as he did.

“He’s not right… right?” Thomas asked, his face a little pale. “I mean, it’s Anxiety.”

In his arms, Virgil tucked his limbs in tighter against himself.

“You are not broken,” Logan reiterated calmly. “Take a few deep breaths.”

“You do feel bad, though,” Patton said, a hand pressed over his heart in sympathy. “Kiddo... why don’t you take today for yourself?”

“That’s right!” Roman gripped Thomas’s shoulder comfortingly. “Do something that you’ll enjoy, and you can worry about everything else tomorrow, okay? We’ll sort things out on our end.”

They spoke for a little longer, making new plans and cancelling old ones, and Virgil felt as though his mind was full of static. Eventually, finally, he was back on Roman’s shoulder, ready to sink out.

“Nice meeting you, Puff,” Thomas waved, and something in Virgil’s chest twisted painfully at it all. He chirp-crooned back, and it felt like a goodbye.

Luckily for him, the others were all preoccupied with their own thoughts and plans. It took almost no effort to slip away, and before he knew it he was back in his own room, in the form that everyone hated.

His summon was nonverbal and insistent, and before long, Deceit appeared before him, this time in his own skin. Virgil wanted to yell, to rage and vent the emotions inside of him.

“How could you?” Instead, his voice came out quiet. Cold. Betrayed.

Deceit shifted, a flash of discomfort crossing his face before he composed himself. “They needed a villain. Last I checked, it was you who cast yourself in that role.”

A villain. He felt himself shaking, distantly. “You used me. Like an object.”

“To help Thomas--”

“To frighten him into doing what you wanted!” Virgil said, voice finally rising. “To guide the others like puppets on strings and to make me take the fall for your plan!”

“This is for you, too!” Deceit finally snapped back, before taking a deep breath. “This isn’t a framing, Virgil. It’s an opportunity. They won’t look for you, and that gives me enough time to fix things. Come home.”

Virgil laughed, once, harsh like broken glass. “No.”

Deceit held up a hand, sweeping it downwards and shifting himself into Fake-Anxiety again. It was like looking in a mirror, but the reflection was… different, this time. It wasn’t the one that had sat on the stairs before.

“Look at yourself, Virgil. Look at what you’ve been doing to yourself.”

The bags under his eyes were dark and sallow. He was shaking and sweating, his breath coming in stuttering gasps. His body looked like it’d been having consecutive panic attacks for days on end, and there were plenty more coming.

“You don’t have to do this anymore. We both know that you’d have an easier time if Thomas wasn’t always fighting against you.”

He tore his eyes away from the reflection. If he thought about it for too long, he’d spiral, and then all of it-- every comment, every look, everything he’d been tucking away for the past weeks-- would come rushing up to meet him. Like hitting water from a hundred feet up and finding it felt like concrete. Like drowning.

“Virgil?”

He was tired of this. “Get out.”

Deceit said something else, but it was his room, and it followed his will. The other Side was evicted, shoved out, gone. He took a breath, but it felt too shallow and caught in his lungs.

He wasn’t going to get anything done in this form. He wasn’t of any damn use in this form. Nobody wanted him like this. Why not ease his grip, let go?

He wouldn’t have to be Anxiety and everything that came with it. It would be selfish, but-- but Puff was better for everyone, not just him. It made sense.

He sighed in relief as the transformation washed away the vice grip around his lungs and the dizzying pounding of his head. The feelings were muffled, as though he’d put on thick, good quality headphones. It was nice.

It was also harder to focus in this form, unfortunately, but the idea-- the solution remained helpfully stuck in his head. He easily found his way into Roman’s room to collect what he needed, but Roman himself was absent.

He padded down to the commons, and found all three of them were there. Their discussion came to a halt as he carefully jumped up on the couch, dropping his prize into Roman’s lap.

“Oh, Puff…” Roman seemed sad, so he kneaded the creative Side’s leg with the dull edge of his claws.

“What is that?” Patton asked curiously.

Roman shifted, as though anticipating a scolding. “It’s a charmed bracelet. I designed it to keep Anxiety away from Puff. And you know what? I was right to make it! You saw how he acted today!”

Patton bit his lip but remained quiet. Something about the silence hurt, but that was okay. It wouldn’t hurt for long. He nudged the bracelet slightly, impatient.

“Why hasn’t he been wearing it, then?” Logan asked, a curious bend to his eyebrows.

“He… Well, he didn’t want it at first. Put it on yours truly instead,” Roman replied, carefully brushing a hand over Virgil’s head. “I suppose he changed his mind.”

“Did Anxiety really scare him that badly?” Patton asked, voice heartbroken.

Roman frowned determinedly and finally started undoing the clasp. “Whatever that scoundrel did, he won’t be able to bother Puff anymore. This will make sure of it.”

He carefully wound the bracelet around Virgil’s neck, gently adjusted it until it fit right, and reconnected the ends. The last thing Virgil saw before the world went hazy was the three of them, the best parts of Thomas, looking back at him without any fear or hatred.

Then, there was only Puff.

#sanders sides #tiny dragon virgil #g/t #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts thomas #ts janus #writing #my writing #tsits #the shapes in the silence #mind the warnings #again for clarity this is Absolutely not the last chapter #or even close to it #ask to tag #lets hope the next chapter is a quicker process hm? *ominous evil wink*

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marrys-dream-world · 4 years ago

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you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it

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Summary: When Marinette agreed to pretend to be Adrien's girlfriend so he could throw his father off the scent of his actual girlfriend, Ladybug, she didn't think anything could go wrong during the span of one dinner. Turns out she was wrong, of course. Fortunately, there's always a friendly cat looking out for her.

Notes: Guess who was inspired? This is a companion piece to “lovers alone wear sunlight”, but can be read as a stand alone.

One lesson that Marinette had to learn quickly after becoming Ladybug was that there was always a chance of even the best made plans going sideways.

So when she slept through her alarm, had to rush into getting dressed for class, dumped salt instead of sugar in her coffee and tried to eat her croissant so fast before class started that she choked and had to be escorted to the infirmary by a worried Alya, she tried to not see it as an omen of what was to come. She held her head high and soldiered on through the day with her mismatched shoes and mouth tasting like a mix of salt and bitterness, not letting any of it bother her.

She did have one weakness, however.

“Marinette, can I talk to you?” There it was. Suddenly, her knees felt weak.

Be still, my beating heart. She scolded.

Adrien had rushed to ask her as soon as Ms. Bustier finished the class for lunch, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. At that, he flushed and figdted on the spot.

“Alone?” He added quietly, doing a decent job at ignoring the way their classmates leaned in.

“I- hum, yeah, I mean, yeah.” She said eloquently, feeling her neck burn. “Won’t you home at lunch? No, lunch at home? E-eat lunch at home? Today?”

“Not today, no.” He said. He casually put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to whisper in her ear. She wondered if he could hear her heartbeat. “I need your help.”

Wasn’t that a bucket of cold water?

She straightened up. “Of course! C’mon.”

Marinette grasped his wrist in one hand and her backpack in another, pulling a stunned Adrien from the classroom. She caught a glimpse of her classmate’s knowing smile, Alya’s confused face, Chloe trying to pretend she wasn’t watching and Lila looking contemplative. She took him to a classroom that was usually empty around lunch time, something she knew from always needing a handy place to transform to fight akumas like Lunch Lady.

“No one comes here at this hour.” She reassured him and he relaxed against a table. “No one will overhear or anything.”

My father said that he heard it from a “reliable source from school”. He had told Ladybug, the day before. I think there’s someone spying on me for him.

“Marinette, I… Wow, this is awkward.” Adrien said, putting his hands in his pockets and kicking the air in front of him.

“Take your time.” She said. It sure wasn’t an easy tale to tell.

“Okay, this will sound really weird, but let me finish: father told me yesterday that he knows I’m dating someone and I told him you’re my secret girlfriend.” He started, tensing up again. When she just raised an eyebrow and nodded, he went on. “I panicked. I do have a girlfriend, but I can’t introduce her to my father due to some personal reason, but he wouldn’t accept that. And I can’t deny it because, apparently, everyone says I’m ‘obviously lovesick’ and my father wouldn’t believe otherwise.”

Well, there’s her confirmation that he read through the “Lovesick Agreste: is Paris’ biggest teenager bachelor off the market?” articles. Not that anyone in class hadn’t noticed his sighs and blushes and random daydreaming. She liked to think she was more subtle than that.

“So I told him it was you because you’re one of my best friends and he likes you a lot!” Hearing it for a second time doesn’t make the idea that Gabriel Agreste likes her any less surreal. “But now he wants to meet you for dinner today and I know it’s a lot to ask, but will you pretend to be my girlfriend? Just for today?”

Marinette stared at him for a moment. She had known the full story almost as soon as it happened, Adrien spilling it and his plan for dinner to Ladybug the night before. It had given her time to prepare and she was grateful, having no idea how she would react if he had caught her blindsided. But it was still weird watching it play out, like the merging of an outsider perspective and her own.

“Can I ask a question?” She managed to croak out. There was really only one answer she wanted.

Adrien twitched. “Y-yes, of course.”

“This girl… does she make you happy?”

Adrien looked straight into her eyes and answered solemnly. “Deliriously happy.”

Marinette couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face.

“Let’s do this, then!” Her heart was swelling so much she thought it would burst out of her chest. “Adrien Agreste, I’ll be your fake girlfriend!”

The beaming smile she received made it worth it already. She just had to be discreet about it.

“Soooo… What did Adrien want to talk about?” Alíx asked, a teasing grin on her face that was matched by Mylene, Rose and Juleka. They had crowdened her desk as soon as class let out.

“He just wanted help with… homework.” Marinette word-vomited. Alya paused on putting her things away to facepalm.

“Marinette, it’s okay, you don’t need to pretend.” Mylene said calmly, which only confused her.

“Pretend to what?”

Rose laughed. “We know you’re dating Adrien.”

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

“You know what?”

“We understand you’re trying to keep it a secret, but you’re not exactly subtle. You both keep daydreaming in class and smiling and blushing.” Juleka pointed out. Fine, maybe she wasn’t as subtle as she thought. “It’s okay, we won’t tell anyone.”

There’s nothing to tell! She wanted to scream.

We aren’t dating at all. Are you guys crazy? She wanted to deny.

Then, something in her mind clicked.

“You guys figured me out.” Marinette said, injecting a proportionate amount of defeat into her voice. Distantly, she heard Alya choke. “Adrien and I are dating…”

The four girls cheered.

“... but we were keeping it a secret because his father is, you know. “ They all nodded, including Alya. Unfortunately, they did know Gabriel Agreste. “But he figured it out and now I’m going to have dinner at his house today.”

Rose and Alya let out high pitched screams for two very different reasons.

“Oh, Marinette, you’re formally meeting your in-laws, this is serious!” Rose chirped. Marinette decided to focus on that instead of Alya’s murderous eyes. “We have to give you a makeover!”

“Great idea!” Marinette shouted, jumping up from her seat and avoiding Alya’s hand that was trying to claw into her arm. “Everyone is invited to my house today!”

Sorry, Alya. She thought as the other girls started to talk over each other as Alya silently fumed. But I can’t have this conversation right now.

She did regret that decision, eventually.

Between Alíx’s surprisingly accurate tips on how rich people ate dinner and which fork to absolutely not use for salad, Juleka’s makeup tips and Rose and Mylene’s debates on which outfit suited her the best, Marinette is left even more nervous. It doesn’t help that Alya spends the whole time sitting in the corner, just staring at Marinette. Even when Marinette brings out her favorite tart as a peace offering, Alya eats it, paper mold and all, while staring deeply into her eyes.

It was incredibly unsettling.

“Ta-da!” Rose chirps, presenting a dolled up Marinette to her four-people audience. They all clapped.

Marinette looked into the mirror. She could admit she looked amazing, make up well-done and outfit impeccable. But at what cost?

“Our baby is all grown up.” Alíx said, wiping a fake tear from her cheek. “She even knows how to use forks now.”

She swallowed back a sob. After Marinette misused the fish fork for the eleventh time, Alíx had taken to ripping an Adrien picture everytime she got it wrong. She learned pretty quickly after that.

“Great work, girls.” Alya said, her first words in three hours. She got up from the chair and clasped her hands. “Now, Mama Alya needs to have a word alone with her daughter.”

“Of course!” Mylene said, finishing putting the rest of Marinette’s clothes away.

As the girls left, Marinette looked longingly at her window and only stopped thinking of escaping, halfway through a plan, when she saw the look on Alya’s face.

“So, peach really brings out my complexion, huh? Or maybe Juleka is just that good with makeup.” She tried.

Tikki, coming out of her hiding place, sighed.

“Marinette, that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“What? I think I had worse makeup looks before.”

“Marinette.”

She winced. “In my defense, I don’t think this makes it into the top 10 dumbest things I’ve ever done.”

“Why did you tell the girls you’re dating Adrien?”

“Because I am dating Adrien.”

“Ladybug is dating Adrien.” And by Alya’s tone, her opinion hasn’t improved on that either.

“And Marinette is helping Adrien throw off his father from that by pretending to be his girlfriend.” Marinette said, then, at Alya dumbfounded look, made jazz hands and added a weak: “Ta-da.”

“Tikki.” Alya said, voice restraining a mix of frustration and desperation. “Why do you let Marinette do dumb stuff like this?”

Tikki swallowed a whole cookie. “I don’t control the speed in which Marinette does dumb stuff.”

“Hey!”

“Why not?”

“I’m still here, you know?”

Tikki and Alya’s combo stare shut her up.

“How do you get yourself in these situations?” Alya asked, helplessly.

“Welcome to my life.” Tikki said, offering Alya a cookie. They toasted before biting into their perspective treats.

“It’s not that bad.” Marinette said. Neither gave her a response.

The Agrestes sent her a car to take her to dinner.

Alya and her parents sent her off. Her, on her tenth fruit tart and judging-and-supportive-at-the-same-time stare, and them, her mother comforting her crying father that wailed that “his little girl had grown up”. The three of them demanded at least fifty pictures before they let her go. She loved her family, but the quiet ride there was a respite to gather her thoughts and calm down enough to not make a fool of herself.

So, of course, when she got to the house and saw Adrien in a carefully styled outfit and his father waiting for her on the top of the stairs, she tripped on her heels and was only saved by falling into the hard concrete by the Gorilla’s grip on the back of her dress.

“Marinette.” Adrien said adoringly as she reached the top of the stairs, cheeks flushed and eyes shining.

He could be an actor if he wanted. She thought, dazed, as she took the hand he offered her.

“Good evening, Ms. Dupain-Cheng.” Gabriel Agreste said, nodding at her.

“Good evening, Mr. Agreste.” She responded, managing to keep her voice from trembling.

The dining room was excessive, much bigger than she thought it would be needed for a three-people dinner. Adrien, like a gentleman, held her hand till she was seated and sent her a fond look. She barely managed an awkward smile back. It was weird, trying to pretend to be in love with Adrien when she was in love with. Hell, they were dating, he just didn’t know that. Would he recognize her lovesick look as the same he got from Ladybug? That the way their hands fit together was familiar? These questions wouldn’t leave her mind.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, that’s an interesting dress you’re wearing.” Mr. Agreste said as the first course was served. Marinette’s hands immediately went for the right fork as the sound of paper ripping ringed in her ears. “Care to say where you got it?”

“I, uh, designed it myself.” She said, gesturing vaguely. “It’s a new piece.”

“Marinette is a very talented designer.” Adrien said and she puffed up a little, chest full of pride.

“I was not speaking to you, Adrien.” His father said curtly and the light in her boyfriend’s eyes dimmed.

Ah, another reason she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. All of Adrien's friends know him as a very strict and overprotective man, but Ladybug, as Adrien’s girlfriend and constant secret visitor to the Agreste Mansion, knew better. She saw how he constantly put Adrien down, berating him for the slightest mistake and made him cancel plans last minute because of missed notes on a piano performance. Adrien was genuinely scared of his father and if Marinette wasn’t doing this whole thing to help him, she would dump the bowl of hot soup she was now sipping on his father’s lap.

“But you’re right. The dress is craftily-made.” Mr. Agreste said. “You’re looking for a future in the fashion scene, right, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yes, that’s actually why Adrien and I are dating in secret.” She said, noticing the glint in his eyes. “We don't want anyone to think I’m using him to climb up the scene or anything like that.”

“An admirable effort.” He said and Adrien beamed at her. He really had the prettiest smile in the world, it never failed to raise butterflies in her stomach. “Tell me more about your dress. How did you choose the material?”

The main course continued like that, Marinette and Mr. Agreste talking about fashion and Adrien’s interjections now being welcomed. She got enough pointers and constructive criticisms that her hands itched for a notebook to write it all down. Adrien looked incredibly happy, throwing her sunshine-filled gazes and grasping at her hands every time he wanted to punctuate a sentence.

I love him. She thought.

Of course, that’s why it went south before dessert.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I must admit that you’re an admirable young woman.” Mr. Agreste said and she allowed her feeling of pride to swell, before he popped it like a balloon at his next words: “And completely unfit for the Agreste Brand image.”

“What?” Adrien and Marinette shouted at the same time, shocked.

“No matter your intentions, the media will see this as a young designer trying to get an advantage in the industry by dating the heir to a fashion empire.” He said simply.

“But it’s not true!” Marinette blurted out.

“It doesn’t matter.” He dismissed, before continuing, voice cruel: “There’s also the problem of your background.”

It felt like someone scooped out Marinette’s stomach and filled the empty space with ice.

“M-my background?”

“Father…” Adrien started, surprisingly firm.

“You’re a baker’s daughter, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, hardly worthy of the Agreste name.” Mr Agreste said, like it wasn’t breaking her heart. “You two have to break up before this… fling tarnishes the family image.”

“Father!” Adrien said, sounding more serious than she ever heard him. “How can you even say something like that?”

Marinette felt like she was underwater, everything felt muffled and Adrien and his father sounded like they were both far away. This couldn’t be happening to her.

“I… have to go.” She said, getting up from her chair. “I’m sorry, Adrien.”

She left, ignoring Adrien’s calls of her name and running into the streets. Her feet hurt from her shoes, so she stepped into an alley and opened her bag, deaf to Tikki’s reassurances and transformed quickly. She swung through the city before detransforming near her house and coming in the front door, her parents excited inquiries quickly giving away to fretting that left her wrapped in blankets in her room with a tub of ice cream on her lap and a worried Tikki on her hair.

Thank god Alya already left. Marinette thought. If one more person looked at her with a pitying gaze, she would scream.

“I’m fine, Tikki. I’m not sad.” It was true, her whole body just felt numb. There wasn’t room for anything else. “I just want to be alone for a moment.”

With that, she climbed up to her balcony, leaving Tikki alone with a phone that was buzzing with dozens of unseen messages.

The cold air nipped at her skin, but she refused to go down and get more blankets. She stared unseeing at the blinking lights of the city. She wanted to stay there and watch them. She wanted to fly through them. Neither felt like enough, so she closed her eyes.

“What’s upsetting such a pretty lady on a pretty night like this?”

She snapped her head to the side at the sound of that voice. A voice she hadn’t heard directed at her since…

“You could at least pretend that you actually think I’m your partner and trust me , how about that?!”

“Chat Noir…” She gasped, hungrily driking in his messy blond hair and grinning mouth that didn’t hide worried his cat-like eyes were.

Eyes that wouldn’t look into hers since the fight where he found out she told someone her identity and the issues that spiraled from that.

“Hey, Marinette.” He said, sitting down beside her. “So?”

She tilted her head. “So what?”

“What got you so upset?”

“I-I’m not upset.” She said, a tremble escaping into her voice.

He raised a hand to her cheek, touching gently. She watched, entranced.

“You’re crying.” Chat Noir said, soflty.

“Oh.” Marinette said and it was like a dam broke.

Chat Noir held her as she sobbed, huge tears rolling down her red face as her body trembled. It should feel weird, they only met as Marinette and Chat Noir a handful of times, but her heart knew her partner and could never feel anything but safe in his arms.

“It’s okay, princess.” He said, the nickname falling easily from his tongue. “Cry all you need.”

And she did, until it seemed like she had, finally, run out.

“S-sorry.” She mumbled against his shoulder.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He reassured, stroking her hair. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

She sat up, detangling herself from his arms. His eyes flashed with something that she couldn’t quite place.

“I went out to help a friend and it ended up pretty badly.” Marinette said, wiping her cheeks with her blanket.

“Did you two have a fight?” He asked, oddly subdued.

“Not exactly, it’s not really his fault but… I don’t want to talk to my friend right now.”

Because how could she even begin to explain that it wasn’t Adrien’s fault, but she couldn’t bear to see his face right now? That it was a fake date, but the fact that his father wouldn’t approve of her even if it was real broke her heart? That it wasn’t because of anything she could change and didn’t want to change, anyway, but her essence itself? To look at the guilty face of her friend, her secret boyfriend, wouldn’t help her at all.

“I understand.”

“Because of you and Ladybug?” The words left her mouth before she could think them through.

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean me and Ladybug?”

“I-I, erm.” She swallowed heavily. “I mean, Alya said you two are probably fighting, since you are going on all-solo patrols and have been kinda stiff during akuma fights.”

He deflated. “I didn’t see anything on the Ladyblog.”

“She wouldn’t put ammunition for Shadow Moth on the Ladyblog.” She defended. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… don’t know?” He looked genuinely confused. “I haven’t really talked about this with anyone but my kwami.”

She was surprised he said that, before realizing he thought she knew what a kwami was because of Mullo and her time as Multimouse.

“You can vent if you want. You already saw me being all, you know.” She gestured vaguely at herself. “Just say as much as you want.”

“Ladybug and I did have a fight. We don’t let it interfere with our job or anything, but our friendship is kinda on the rocks right.” He said quietly, cat ears dropping. “I can’t tell you why, but sometimes it just feels like I’m not important to her.”

“Of course you are!” She exclaimed, protests falling automatically from her mouth like on hero discussion day at school.

(She was officially banned from debates after she made a student that said Chat Noir sucked cry.)

“Am I really?” He chuckled, self-deprecating. “Everyone thinks Ladybug is the best. I don’t blame them, they’re right. But when they call me a sidekick, they might just be right. She doesn’t see me as her partner, she doesn’t trust me.”

His voice cracked at the end and she wrapped him in her arms.

“You won’t let me help you, Ladybug.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She said, holding back tears as it was his turn to cry.

He laughed wetly. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

But it is. “I’m still sorry.”

“It's just… I love her.” He said and it ached. “I love her so much but I don’t think she cares about me half as much as I care about her.”

“Of course she does.” Marinette said, but her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

“She doesn’t.” He answered, simply.

“I wish… I wish I could make her love you.” She said, surprising him and herself so much it startled a laugh out of him.

“There’s no need for that, I’m not mad she doesn’t love me like this or anything.” Chat Noir said, honestly. “I just want to know she cares.”

“She cares.” Marinette defended fiercely. “I care.”

His eyes softened. “That means a lot to me, princess.”

Then he took her hand, mindful of his claws, and squeezed. Together, they watched the lights until she fell asleep.

Her heart felt full.

#Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #ml fic #my stuff #adrinette #marichat #fake dating #you drank so much sunlight you're drowning in it #lovers alone wear sunlight #companion piece

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shinobirain24 · 3 years ago

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It was a Saturday afternoon and Weiss and Neptune held hands to meet his parents for the first time. It was then that the two looked at each other and blushed, smiling. "What's wrong, Snow Angel?" Asked Neptune.

Weiss ran her hand into her cheek in nervousness. Thinking of the reaction of his parents once introduced. "I don't know, Neptune. Ever since we got engaged. I am not sure how your parents would react, cause you know..." Weiss said.

Neptune figured that because she is a Schnee. She thought she would get rejected. But he knew otherwise that her personality counts and not her name. "Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure my parents would have to get to know you first. Least my brother won't be here to ruin the mood. On the bright side when I met your mom, she is actually nice, and too exciting when we told her the news."

-One month ago-

Willow gripped on Neptune's hand a bit tightly as she just got excited for their engagement. And saw some kindness in him. Unlike Weiss' father, Jacques. Weiss never saw this side of her mother before. Normally she would be more composed.

"Give me grandchildren!" She told him. Making Neptune eye-widened. Weiss is also jolted at this reaction.

"Mother!" Weiss and Whitley sighed.

-Present-

"Sorry about that. I never saw this side of my mother before. But she seemed better than before since my father is now gone." Weiss said. Even a bit shocked at her mother's reaction. She was glad that she accepted her fiancé. If her father were here, he would've went after him like a tyrant, which he already was.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm glad things gotten better since the wars." Neptune said. Recalling the events of meeting Willow. "Also, I might have to want you about my sisters." Neptune stammered. Weiss looked at him with surprise as m she did not know he has sisters.

"I don't know you have sisters." Weiss blinked. "What about them?"

"They are triplets, Vesta and Juno went to Haven together, while Ceres is a doctor, she's sweet and all, so there's nothing to worry about cause I think you might get along with her just fine. Needless to say, Juno and Vesta can be a bit of a powerhouse. It's safe to say they are overprotective of me. The last guy who picked on me got sent to the hospital after Juno and Vesta beat him up badly." Neptune rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh, I guess they couldn't help but love their little brother. Take it from my sister, she always believed I have to be on my own feet. But it doesn't stop her from helping me find my own ground." Weiss said.

Then minute they knocked the door. Weiss breathed a bit to keep calm when meeting others. Then when the door opened and Neptune's father Saturn is the first on the front door. "Son?" He greeted.

"Hey, dad. Sorry it's been too long...and..." Before he could say anything, Saturn greeted his son with a hug. "I am so happy you finally come for a visit!" He teared up. And then turned to Weiss. "Oh, who is this lovely young lady?" Weiss then introduced herself.

"Please to meet you, Mr. Vasilias. My name is Weiss Schnee, and your son is very wonderful." She smiled whole blushing at the same time seeing how sweet the reunion was between father and son. "It's a pleasure, Miss Schnee." He greets.

"Saturn, what's this all about?! I thought I heard panic, but..." His wife, Lydia covered her mouth in shock to see her son in person. She then launched herself into a hug. "My baby! Look how big you've grown!" She noticed his height almost as tall as her husband. "Great to see you too, mom."

Weiss is a bit astonished to see her fiancé's mother looking a bit younger than her husband. She must've been in good health. Lydia turned to Weiss and greeted her with a smile. "Oh my goodness. Neptune told me about you and you looked very beautiful!" Lydia squealed. As Weiss paled a bit that she never expect this kind of greeting before but did not say a word.

"Uh...thank you..." Weiss stammered. "You look also lovely as well." She told her back to ease up a bit. That's when Lydia gave her a hug, unexpectedly. The same reaction far joyful. Like Willow. "Come here!" She said. Weiss blushed, a little taken aback by the surprise. But tried to be polite. Then Lydia wrapped her arm around Weiss as she showed her the entrance. "Come on in, teriyaki and sushi can't eat themselves. Help yourselves!" She said cheerfully.

Then they all entered the house for a meeting. Later in the living room. "So I heard your sister is leading the military now, you must be very proud of her." Lydia said. Weiss nodded in agreement. "I am, she taught me in some way of gaining my own ground. Since my father is long gone, our family is free to chose our own paths."

Lydia sighed in relief for the mentioning of Jacques now deceased. "Well, I for one relieved. Ever since he framed Saturn for weaponry trafficking. I had to defend him in court. Not once he was ever locked up until now." Lydia recalled the case. This made Weiss paled a bit. But maintain her composure. "I for one, agreed. Not once did my father paid the price. I am also happy he is out of our lives."

"I am sure you don't deserve your father's treatment towards you. Your mother and I had been close at a young age. And for some reason, Jacques had been depriving her right to contact me. I couldn't help but feel bad for her. And as a result of the past, Jupiter grew to resent your sister."

"That I did not know. But once the wedding starts. You and my mother can make up for lost time." Weiss insisted. This got Saturn and Lydia surprised to hear that word. "You don't mean...?" They paused as Neptune and Weiss nodded as she showed them a silver ring that he used to propose to her. "Yep, he proposed to me." This brought joy.

Later, after the meeting. They decided to have some time to themselves. "Your parents are actually nice. Never have I thought they would be this joyful." Weiss admits. "From what I heard, your dad and your mom. They did work together on multiple cases. They seemed so happy together." Weiss said. A bit jealous that she never had parents like that.

"How so, Snow Angel?"

"The thing is, my parents were never like that. Form what I can remember, my father always kept his distance from my mother. All he did was give her a cold shoulder. For me, it was way harsher. The more I saw this, the more I thought some parents are like this, but it just wasn't right." Weiss told him.

"I get where you're coming from. Mom saw cases like that before. That's why I decided to work with law enforcement. To help others in need. When I was a kid. I used to call myself a coward. All those negative thoughts kinda blocked me from reality. I hate hurting others because of my semblance."

"Maybe that makes two of us. I'm glad you decided this yourself. I for one learned one thing. Seeing the world today, it was crazy, but it was also fun. If I were to still be an heiress, I wouldn't have met you today." Neptune took her by surprise by wrapping her arms around her in an embrace.

"You are the best one that's ever happened to me. I promised you, I'll do whatever so can for you. I don't care if you're a Schnee anyway. Your happiness is my happiness."

"Neptune, there's no need to be worked up about this! I appreciate it, really! But..."

"But I really mean it." Neptune finished. As they looked into each other's eyes.

Later, Saturn and Lydia present them the kimonos they were never familiar with. "Ta-da!" Lydia cheered. "Mom, what are these?" Neptune asked, a bit confused.

"These are what your father and I wore for our wedding! Black for the groom and white for the bride! Those are actually Mistral's traditional wear. Dont they look so beautiful?!" Asked Lydia.

Weiss and Neptune looked at each other. "Actually, they are. What do you think?" Neptune is at a loss for words. "I am not sure..."

"Come on, son. It won't hurt if you tried it on first." Saturn said. Suddenly they heard a crash from the kitchen and they ran to check it out. It was two of the triplets, Vesta and Juno. Standing above a Nevermore they killed and made a hole in the walls. "Haha! Another day, another Grimm down! Take that!" Vesta then paid attention to her parents. "Sorry, Daddy! Juno is not the type to find landing spaces." Vesta apologized while Juno is too busy celebrating another hunt completed.

"Guys, seriously?!" Neptune groaned. Then his sisters jumped off to hug him. "Our baby brother is back!" Making Neptune feeling embarrassed. "Nice to see you too! Please let me go!" Neptune pleaded while his sisters gripped on him, being overly affectionate. "Aw, come on, don't be baby! Just a few more minutes!" Juno cheered. Then eyed on Weiss. "Who is she?"

"Um...hi." Waved Weiss. Suddenly, Ceres came home from work in the hospital. "Daddy! I'm home! I heard Neptune's back and...!" Ceres paused to see her sisters and the Nevermore. The turned to Weiss. "You must me Weiss. It's nice to meet you. Sorry about my sisters. Also, I have to warn you. Don't get me wrong. I love my brother, but he is a flirt." She whispered the last thing near her ear.

"Don't worry about it, it's nice to meet you too." Ceres seems genuine, but more likely to save other girls from heartbreak. Since she seems to be gentle but strict out of the triplets. Not sure is her brother changed or not. "Ceres! I'm not that guy anymore!" Snapped Neptune.

"Don't worry, I knew you grown. I am sure your sisters are amazing too." Weiss assured. Then Lydia grasped her hand. The same reaction Willow had shown before. "Please say you'll give me grandchildren!" Pleaded Lydia. Making the rest of the Vasilias household, except Vesta and Juno, paled. "Mom!" Shouted Neptune.

"Lydia! It's too soon to ask something too personal!" Saturn joined Neptune. "Mom!" Added Ceres. As much as Saturn wanted grandchildren, he knows patience is a virtue. And Lydia did not seemed to get any older, physically. As for Vesta and Juno, they are getting too excited to have a niece or a nephew. But for Weiss and Neptune, it was getting too much. But decides to wait until things have calmed down a bit.

"Eeek! Did you hear that?!" Juno squealed.

"Yeah, just give us a niece or a nephew! I don't care!" The sisters held hands and jumped up and down. Much to the dismay of their third triplet sister, Ceres. "Vesta, Juno, not you too. Did you not see the damage you caused there." Ceres gestured at the broken walls. "Lighten up, sweet sister! Think of all the fun we can have with their kids!"

"Want my advice? Get yourselves some boyfriends." Ceres advised strictly. But they are not listening.

"So, when's the wedding?" Saturn asked. Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "We've been thinking a month later." Weiss replied. The couple looked at each other and smiled, knowing that it might not be a perfect wedding, but it will be a great time to spend with their families.

#rwby #rwby fanfic #weiss schnee x neptune vasilias #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #weiss x neptune #iceberg rwby #rwby iceberg #rwby icy seas #icy seas

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kermitbread · 5 years ago

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please accept my attempt at writing (again). I have no idea what I'm doing. it's also in my AO3, as usual, if you're interested. ok I'm sorry I'll go now—

"I'll be back tomorrow, Hanako-kun." Nene stepped out of the bathroom, as the ghost boy accompanied her to the school gates. The sun was about to set, and everyone else had already gone home.

"You be careful on your way back, okay?" He patted her head with a smile. "Don't want to have my radish assistant to get hurt, after all!"

"I'm not a radish!" She huffed angrily, pouting. All Hanako did was laugh and squish her cheeks like he would.

"Alright, alright! See you tomorrow, Yashiro." He let go and watched as Nene waved goodbye and finally left the school grounds.

She turned her head back a little, seeing him return back into the building, his figure fading into the air and manifesting back into the bathroom through the window. A question began to nag in her mind, something she hadn't considered before.

Was he lonely there, all by himself?

Hanako had said before that things were at least lively before he met her, but she couldn't help but think it wasn't the case. She caught a glimpse of what looked like to be a lonely glimmer in his eyes everytime she would go home for the day.

She couldn't even imagine how hard it was for him to be there all alone.

It reminded her too much of that time, seeing him on his own, in tears, injured, with nothing but the curtains to hide in.

I hope I could do something to cheer him up.

Then, an idea crept up.

It was silly at first, but it might be worth it in the end.

Hopefully.

Nene had been acting little odd for the past few days, as Hanako had noticed. At one point, she had been insisting on going home earlier to do "something important", as she would tell him. She had also been somewhat distant, and spaced out most of the time.

To add to that, he noticed a bandage or two wrapped around her fingers. When he asked her about it one time, she just waved it off with a smile, telling him "Don't worry about it!"

When she put it like that, Hanako was worried beyond words.

What was she up to this time?

Right now, he was hovering up in the air, near his favorite spot by the window, keeping a close eye on the working girl in front of him. She hadn't said a single world since coming for the usual toilet cleaning work, and it unnerved him.

He also took note as more days passed by, the bandages around her fingers kept getting added, to the point her hands looked mummified in some weird way. He didn't like how it hindered him from feeling her palm against his, and how he almost couldn't feel her comforting warmth on his cold skin.

Call him weird, but getting to feel her warmth everytime they touched brought him some happiness to some extent.

"Yashiro." He spoke, startling her as she almost dropped the mop she was holding. She turned to him, wearing that same smile she had continuously been giving him for days.

"Is something wrong, Hanako-kun?" She asked, but he could make out a hint of nervousness in her voice. She was definitely hiding something, alright.

He floated towards her, taking her by the shoulders. Nene began to felt self-concious under his gaze. It was a serious one, and it was demanding for answers.

"You tell me. What's up with you lately?"

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"I mean," Hanako removed the mop from her and took hold of her hands, which were all covered in bandages. "What in the world are you doing? You go home unusually early, then you come to school with this." This time, he didn't even try to hide the worry dripping in his tone.

He would have been lying if he said he wasn't scared.

Nene laughed nervously. "Nothing's wrong, Hanako-kun! I've just been working on something, that's all."

"Yashiro..." He let his thumb down on her knuckles, wishing the flimsy piece of white didn't get in the way of feeling her warm sensation. "Is this thing you're working on that worth it over hurting yourself?"

Her gaze softened, cheeks turning a little red. Sighing, she let their fingers intertwine, palm to palm, as she turned to look at him, as if to reassure him.

"I promise, Hanako-kun, I'll tell you everything tomorrow. You don't need to worry."

"Promise?" He repeated, a pleading look on his face now. She put on a closed eye smile, nodding.

"Promise."

"Good morning, Hanako-kun!" Nene's voice called out cheerfully to him, just as she was opening the bathroom door. He looked up from his seat on the floor, deciding to leave the Mokke he had been conversing with for a bit.

"Yashiro! What's that you're holding there?" Hanako pointed at the paper bag she was holding close to her chest. She merely smiled and motioned him to move back a little for some space.

"This is the thing I've been working on!" Nene placed her hand in the bag, while Hanako waited with a growing curiosity.

"Ta-da!"

On her hand, a small, miniature version of his assistant sat there. It had the same features and everything, from her skull brooch to the radish legs, of course. The eyes were just two dots drawn on with a marker, along with a sewn on mouth.

"I ran out of red buttons, so I just drew the eyes on instead." She admitted, twirling her hair shyly. He just took the doll into his hands, looking at it and her back and forth, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Why..." He began, but Nene seemed to anticipate his question, as she quickly answered.

"It's just—I thought... you would get lonely whenever I leave for home, and you wouldn't have me or Kou-kun around until the next day. I know Tsuchigomori-sensei and the other School Mysteries are here to keep you company most of the time, but they seem so busy and all." Nene was now avoiding his stare, getting all timid. "So I thought if you had some form of company, even if I'm not here... You wouldn't be as lonely."

He went completely soft at that.

So that's why she had been so strange lately. She had been working off her time to make something for him, for his sake.

She did that all... for me?

His eyes turned to her bandaged hands, which she caught him looking at. "I haven't sewn anything in a while, okay! I was a little rusty at the time." She gave off a laugh, trying to ease the tension.

"Plus..." Hanako watched her go through the bag one more time, pulling another doll out. This time, it was an exact lookalike of him, with yellow buttons for eyes and the white cloth on his cheek with his seal written on using a marker, as well.

"Even if I'm not here, I'll always carry this little Hanako-kun around, so it'll feel like you're with me!"

Again. Completely soft for that.

He had to ask God what he had done to deserve someone like Nene to enter his life—erm, afterlife.

Well, whatever. He'd be thankful anyway.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into a hug, letting his face hide against her hair. It would be embarrassing to let her see the tears threatening to fall, right?

"Thank you, Yashiro. It means a lot." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

Nene smiled, leaning into his embrace and nodding.

"You deserve it, Hanako-kun."

"Tsuchigomori!" As soon as Nene and the other students had left for home, Hanako bursted into the science prep room with endless energy.

The supernatural teacher looked up from his paperwork, eyeing him indifferently. "What is it, Honorable No. 7?"

"Look at this! Yashiro gave it to me! Isn't it cute!" Hanako presented the little doll of Nene to Tsuchigomori, like a kid showing off the present they received on a birthday.

"Now it would feel like she's with me all the time!" He cuddled the doll close to his cheek.

"That's nice." Tsuchigomori rolled his eyes as the ghost continued to smother the doll with ever ounce of affection he could give.

Secretly though, he felt glad for Hanako.

Who knew that girl could make him smile so much?

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hananene #fanfiction #anime #this was stupid #but at this point #i dont care anymore #im tired send help

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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Three Times The Fun (Charlynch x Reader)

Set in the same universe as Three’s A Company, the trio take a significant step in their relationship.

OKAY, so there is SMUT in this, and it’s between all 3 of them... SO THIS is my first time writing a threesome, please be gentle, I tried, but I’d love to hear what you think.

You NEVER expected Charlotte Flair or Becky Lynch to LOOK in your direction, let alone for them to speak to you, but no, no it developed into something more than that, because you were currently between them both, the two women fast asleep, both snuggling into you, their fingers intertwined on your stomach.

It turned out both Becky and Charlotte were interested in you, noticing you, not only seeing you perform on the NXT Roster, but seeing you backstage when they had come to the NXT Roster during Raw VS Smackdown VS NXT.

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s forehead, the blonde smiling in her sleep as you turn to Becky and kiss her forehead, the woman too smiling in her sleep.

The three of you had been together for three months, so the relationship was still new, and VERY tame, the two women wanting you to be comfortable before you all took another step.

“Someone’s up early.”

You smile at the feel of Charlotte’s lips pressing against your neck, humming softly. You swallow hard, titling your head back when you feel another pair of lips on your neck.

“Very early.”

Your lips part in a soft moan, the two women grinning as they lavish the most sensitive spots on your neck with kisses.

“Shit.” You sigh as their hands roam your body.

The three of you had intense make out sessions, of course, but it had never gone further than that, though you couldn’t imagine what being with them in that way would feel like, if kissing felt this good.

Charlotte rolls over on top of you, surging in for a kiss, her lips gently.

Becky suckles on the sensitive part of your neck and you groan, Charlotte’s tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your back arches when Charlotte sucks on your tongue, one hand sliding down her body to grip her ass while the other moves to tangle in Becky’s hair.

Charlotte chuckles as you give her ass a slap.

“Someone is feisty this morning.” She bites your bottom lip, smirking when Becky turns your head to get in on the action, her lips pressing against yours before her tongue slips into your mouth.

You watch with a groan as Becky and Charlotte kiss, watching as their tongue slip into one another’s mouths before they eventually turn back to you.

Your eyes dart between the two women, sighing as the gently scrap your bare stomach, knowing full well that was the spot that stimulated each and every one of your nerve endings.

“We were talking...” Becky glances at Charlotte and the woman nods, the two women looking at you nervously.

You abruptly sit up cupping one of Becky’s cheeks and one of Charlotte’s.

“What’s wrong...? Is this about me.... Did I do-

Charlotte and Becky each cup one of your cheeks,

“It is about you, but not in a bad way, not at all.” Charlotte shakes her head.

“We want ta...” Becky swallows hard.

“We want ta take da next step... If yer ready...?” Becky confesses and your eyes widen, breath hitching as your core aches.

Charlotte must notice the little shiver you do because she smirks.

“Oh, I think she’s ready.” She purrs, pushing you backwards and you groan.

“Is she right?” Becky asks and you nod, your tongue swiping at your dry lips.

“Ye-Ye-Yeah.”

Your brows furrow as you let out a groan as both women without any prompting the two women take their shirts off, revealing their bare chest to you for the first time.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You cover your face with your hands, the two women laughing as they turn to one another.

“Should we give her a show?” Becky asks and Charlotte grins.

“I think she needs one.”

You watch with wide eyes as the two kiss, their hands roaming, as they knead each other's breasts, both moaning loudly, their hips rolling in search of friction.

You palm your own breasts through your sports bra, gasping when suddenly your hand is jerked away.

“Do you want to keep going?” Charlotte asks, her and Becky looking at one another before you sit up, pulling your sports bra over your head.

Almost instantly you’re on your back, Becky and Charlotte kissing your neck as they each knead one of your breasts.

“Oh fuck.” You bite your bottom lip, hard when Charlotte gives your nipple a pinch.

“We want ta hear ya.” Becky whispers in your ear as she rolls your nipple between her fingers and you cry out.

“Yeah, just like that.”

The two women still when you sit up, shoving them both back onto the bed.

“Ohhh fiest-

Charlotte’s words end in a groan as you duck down, kissing her breasts before you latch onto one of her nipples, your tongue lashing against the sensitive bud.

“Fuck.” Becky growls as you knead her breasts, teasing her nipples with your fingertips.

“St-Stop teasin’ love.” She begs, moaning when you turn to her immediately latching onto one of her nipples and giving it a hard suck, which kneading and teasing Charlotte’s breasts.

“Fuck, yer so good at dis.” Becky gasps when you abruptly pull back.

Control is immediately taken away from you when the two women shift, Becky pushing you back against Charlotte’s chest, the blonde’s arms wrapping around you.

“Do ya want ta keep goin?” Becky asks and you nod rapidly, the woman smirking.

“I think you know what happens next.” Charlotte purrs, nipping at the shell of your ear.

You inhale sharply when the blonde teasingly runs a hand down your body, stopping just at the hem of your boxers.

You key out a full body shiver when both Becky and Charlotte palm your aching core through you soaked boxers

“So wet.” Becky whispers, her fingers gently rubbing against the damp fabric of your boxers.

“We’re gonna give you one if the best orgasms of your life.”

The two women grin at the raspy groan that crawls up your throat when their fingers start to move, rubbing against the front if you boxers in tandem.

“Oh yeah, like that…” You gasp, eyes slammed shut and hips rolling.

Charlotte groans against your neck as your hips move, your ads rubbing against the places she needs you most.

You let out a pitiful whine when their fingers still, but seconds later you're groaning in pleasure.

Becky lowers herself down on the of you, gripping the headboard as her hips start to roll.

You mouth hangs open as the three of you move, Becky’s rocking hips staring a chain reaction, your hips rolling in search of friction, Charlotte's doing the same from behind you.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as the two women move, bringing you a type of pleasure you’d never experienced.

“How’s that?” Charlotte gasps in your ear and you groan, the force of Becky’s rocking making head board two against the wall.

“Ugh, perfect. Ugh, fuck.” You growl both women moaning at the sound of your raspy voice.

Your breathing quickens and Becky groans, rocking her hips harder.

“Ah, ya wanna cum?” She asks, Charlotte moaning in your ear as you all three chase your release.

Becky’s hips still for a moment before she swivels her hips in a way that makes you throw your head back, letting out a guttural howl as you climax, the earth-shattering orgasm tearing through you.

Becky's hips show as her body shudders, Charlotte’s doing the same as they chase their highs.

Eventually you all crash down into a heap, you’re the innards to a Charlynch sandwich.

“Dat was…” Becky pants and Charlotte grins.

“Fuck that felt better than I thought it would.”

Becky eyes you nervously, she and Charlotte sharing a worried glance, but when you grin, all worry flies out the window.

“Can we do that again?” You pant, the two women grinning.

“Definitely.”

“Yer damn right we can.”

#wwe #wwe imagine #becky lynch x reader #charlotte flair x reader #charlynch x reader

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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Disaster Lads: The Inevitable

The third part of my AU collab with @whumpiary where Cass (Ace) and Kauri meet. Read Part One and Part Two for context!

In Part Three, things heat up, get angsty, and then there’s a surprise at the end you’ve all been waiting for... or maybe you weren’t, but trust me... it’s fun.

CW: CONSENSUAL SPICE. This is not implied, fade-to-black, or suggested. These boys have a lovely time and they’re happy to share it with you. Discussion of abusive relationship/abusive past, conditioning,

Tagging Kauri’s crew: @maybeawhumpblog, @pepperonyscience, @haro-whumps, @18-toe-beans, @burtlederp, @finder-of-rings, @giggly-evil-puppy, @whimpers-and-whumpers, @moose-teeth, @whump-it, @lumpofwhump, @pumpkinthefangirl, @spiffythespook, @slaintetowhump, @astrobly

“I have stuff,” Kauri says, all at once. “In my. I always… I have stuff for it.”

And God, Cass nearly falls apart at the table at that. He wants to climb over the table, or under it maybe, and have Kauri begging right there. Instead he takes in a deep, even breath, tries to stay calm and in control as he pulls his hand back a little, creating distance. One of them had to, huh?

It’s so much better like this than it had been behind the bar. Kauri’s embarrassed and stumbling and wanting it so bad he can barely get his words out properly and the earnest nervousness of it all is so fucking hot. There was literally nothing more attractive than someone wanting something so badly they were ceasing to function.

“You’re doing just fine,” Cass says with a smile, goes in with the understatement of the century. “It’s kinda cute, actually.”

Cass’ eyes slide briefly over Kauri’s shoulder to where Nick is serving a few tables down. He wonders how much shit Kauri’s gonna get in for leaving a free meal behind. He grabs a napkin from the holder, wrapping up his own untouched burger and shoving it in his pocket to give to Kauri later.

“C’mon tiger,” he says, voice heavy with want he’s not even trying to disguise anymore “Let’s get you out back, shall we?”

Kauri wants to say fuck yes and you go first and it all gets too jumbled in his head and instead he mumbles something like, “Fuck first,” then turns an even brighter red and grins. He pulls the ten out of his pocket and drops it on the table.

“Leave a good tip,” He says, sort of embarrassed. “Since we-... with the food. Brings good luck.”

He gives Nick a sunny goodbye, stopping to go up on his toes to kiss his cheek before he pulls Cass out the door, leaving Nick staring wide-eyed with a weird half-grin on his face as they go.

Kauri doesn’t really make it further than the first steps to the back of the building before he moves his back against a wall and pulls Cass to him, pulling him closer for a hard kiss. The skills were learned all the wrong ways but he wants to use them, he’s good at this. His brain is a blurring, fuzzy white noise of lust and it’s the best Kauri ever feels, just like this.

Kauri kisses like he was made for it. Which, Cass thinks as his thoughts slip back to Kauri’s mention of training, maybe he had been. But the fuck does that matter when he moves his hips like this, when his tongue does that, when Cass is almost struggling to keep up, and shit, when did that happen. He kisses up Kauri’s neck and slips his hands under his shirt, breath quickening at the first thrill of skin on skin.

“Tell me you want it,” he says against Kauri’s throat. Because yes he can feel it, he can feel it so strong it’s basically got him seeing double but he wants to hear it. He wants to hear that same irresistible desperation from earlier. Those practiced, expert hands paired with the overwhelmed little stutter of a guy who’s only just figuring out how to actually say yes.

Kauri arches his back into the press of warm palms against his stomach, pushing back under the hands slipping under his shirt, almost whining with it. His skin lights up at the touch, and he's breathing hard around the next kiss, and the next.

"I do, I want you-" He catches himself before he can slip into anything too practiced, refusing to let that in this time.

Instead, he takes a breath, gives Cass a cockeyed smile, and says, low and soft and his blush is red enough to read even in the dark, "I, um. Gonna need you in some part of me tonight, pretty soon. I, I want-"

His mind supplies an amazing, confused flurry of thoughts of legs around Cass's waist or with his chest and stomach against the wall or bent over or on his hands and knees and he can barely think coherently enough to form words behind yes now again.

"I, I'm not good at saying things right when I'm not acting, uh, I just-..." He slips a hand forwards, deftly undoing the button on Cass's pants and yanking down his zipper so he can slip a hand down, feel the warmth of skin there, different than anywhere else. "I want this," He says, half-breathes. "In me."

Cass jerks up into Kauri’s hand at the touch involuntarily, laughing against Kauri’s mouth, “That’s all you had to say, baby.”

He kisses Kauri hard as he fumbles with the button on the other man’s jeans, one hand snaking beneath the waistband of his underwear to palm at Kauri’s hardening cock as the other pulls his hips in tight to his own.

Working with Kauri’s body is like following the line of a road on a map. It’s so simple and so satisfying Cass could do it with his eyes closed. It would be so easy to fall to his knees, pull Kauri into his mouth with a cruel little ‘my turn first’ and drag it out until the guy was desperate and begging but God all he wants right now is to be inside of the guy, fuck him until he can’t breathe, until he can’t think of anything else.

“You said you had stuff?” he says, voice low and grazing, free hand travelling over Kauri’s hips, down his back, over the shape of his arse while the other works at the guy’s cock. He breathes hot against Kauri’s neck. He doesn’t want to wait. He wants him now.

For once, Kauri isn’t really worried about how he looks. Normally there’s some hint of putting on a show, of looking the right way, training and need working together to make him the kind of lay people remember just looking at for some of the time.

But he’s trying not to do that with Cass. Instead he’s more fumbling, even though his touch is expert, and he breathes in high little moans, hips jerking himself against Cass’s hand. He’s so hard he could scream so fast - Cass is good at this, too, so good, like he can tell every single place Kauri wants him to touch without him ever even saying it.

“Uh, y-yeah, in my… hnnnh, yes, right there-... in my pocket, h-hold on-” His pants are falling down around his hips and he probably looks ridiculous trying to hold himself together, digging into an inside pocket on his zip-up, flashing lust-bright eyes up at Cass, breathing hard. He holds up a condom in one hand and a little single-use packet of lubricant in the other.

“Ta-da,” He says, with a hint of the shy, slightly nervous smile. “Always, um, always have stuff. You’re so fucking gorgeous. D’you want me, um, me to… I can put it on you with my mouth.”

It had taken three full training sessions to learn how to do that, and his jaw had ached for days.

Cass’ smile falters for a moment before returning, eyes flicking between Kauri and the condom. He's so earnest it's almost devastating.

“Uh, no. No, thanks. You don’t have to do that,” Cass flashes a grin before snatching both packets, distracting Kauri with a kiss as he tears the condom open with nimble fingers, rolling it on blind. He tears the second packet open with his teeth, slicking himself up with one hand while the other pushes at the back of Kauri’s hips with enough pressure to turn him. “Now, flip.”

He pulls himself close along then other man’s back, reaching around to stroke him as he slips his slicked-up hand beneath Kauri’s waistband.

“I don’t need tricks,” Cass murmurs against Kauri’s neck as he presses a finger into him “Just be your gorgeous self.”

Kauri lets out a shuddering breath, turning quickly around - so fast he nearly trips on himself and has to throw a hand up on the wall to catch his balance. “I’m sorry, I’m-... sorry, I’m usually better at this part…”

He’s trying not to use his training - somehow Cass seems to know when he does it - but taking away all the training means he’s mostly awkward and fumbling and feels like he’s barely had sex before. Still, he can’t quite help the grin on his face, pressing his forehead against the wall and shifting hands to his pants to undo them and push them lower down to barely stay up around his thighs as Cass presses his finger in.

“Hnnnh, you’re… fuck, that’s good,” He whispers. Something in him, some restlessness he can only rarely settle, is soothed as soon as someone does something like this. Wanted, he’s wanted, he’s someone, he matters to someone, if only for a while. “Can… can you, um, kiss my neck, a little, while you-... that…”

Cass laughs gently, teeth grazing Kauri’s earlobe as he starts to kiss down his neck in response. It’s relieving having someone arch up against him like this. He doesn’t have to think. He doesn’t have to analyse or second-guess. He doesn’t have to navigate the nuances of what they want or don’t want because it’s so fucking obvious and it feels so good to give it to Kauri. Like he’s falling back into the role he’s meant to be in. Like every other moment had just been lead-up, had just been treading water until he could be right back here, where he belonged, his body pressed up against another person, giving them what they needed.

“You feel so good,” he says, adding a second finger, curling them just a little just to hear the way Kauri’s breath hitches. He presses an open mouthed kiss to the join between Kauri’s shoulder and his throat, stroking him slow, easing in a third, “God I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Kauri lets out a breathy little whine, not quite a moan, bucking his hips forward and then rocking them back, his head dropping forward a little and his eyes closing. Forward, into Cass’s grip around him, the way his hand is moving just a little slow, exactly how Kauri wants it - no one ever knows to start this slow, like this, no one ever just knows that but somehow Cass knows that’s how he wants it.

Forward into his hand, backwards onto his hand, Cass’s mouth on his skin. He’s drowning in the other man in all the best ways. “Fuck, you even smell good,” Kauri manages, his voice higher, breathy, rocking back and this time his back arches and his head falls back on Cass’ shoulder. “Ah! Haaah, ah, y-you, ah, shit, no one finds it this fast, want-... I want you so b-bad, Cass.”

It doesn’t come out practiced or trained, it’s all shaken up in him. He wants Cass’s cock in him so bad he can’t think.

Cass tangles his fingers in those curls and tugs gently back until Kauri’s neck is pulled back in a delicious arc. He sucks kisses along it as he pulls his fingers out of Kauri, wraps them around his own length.

He eases in slowly, so fucking slowly, too fucking slowly, and has to nuzzle along the length of Kauri’s neck, inhaling deep, breath hitching just to keep himself calm. He lets out a barely-there moan, more of an exhale of breath.

He’s so desperate for this, for Kauri. So desperate to make him feel good, to give him what he needs. It would be so easy to rut into him, fast and hard like an animal, have him stretched open and panting in seconds, but it’s good like this, better like this, because he can feel Kauri melting under his hands, keening at every gentle touch.

“Can’t believe I-... I get to have you like this,” he says voice stuttering with his breath as he rocks his hips forward, slow and smooth. He runs his thumb over the tip of Kauri’s cock with just the slightest amount of pressure, matching his own rhythm in gentle strokes “So fucking- God you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I get t- to do this for you”

Kauri relaxes around him, one of the first and hardest skills he'd learned was how to relax his body no matter how he felt and the skill comes in so handy now. He lets out a soft whine as Cass presses on, the sensation of being filled driving him as crazy as the hand stroking him off.

"Next time I, I want to look at your-... ah, face-... Yes, yesyesyes-" Cass has a steady rhythm, slow but deep, and Kauri rocks his hips back against him, burying him deeper with each thrust.

He feels like he'll collapse if Cass pulls out, just clatter to the ground. Like being full of his cock is all that's holding him together.

Cass hits that spot inside him, then again, and Kauri moans, grinding back. More now harder. The best he ever feels, in moments like this.

“I like the s- God- like the sound of next time.”

He pictures Kauri’s legs around his waist, or his mouth around Kauri’s cock, or making him fall apart with words alone, just begging for Cass to touch him. He imagines fucking him slow, flat on his back, keeping him on edge for an hour as he kisses him soft. He’d give him whatever he wants- everything he wants.

Cass braces one hand against the wall as he quickens his pace, the other wrapping around Kauri’s front, pulling him tight to Cass’ chest as he fucks into him. He buries his face in Kauri’s hair. He wants him close, even closer than this. God, he just wants more. He feels needy and desperate, even now, buried inside of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Cass manages out, thrusting in hard and deep. “So fucking good.”

He drops his mouth to Kauri’s neck again, nipping gently at the delicate skin. He’s close. He’s so damn close.

Kauri’s conscious thought shatters, finally, and he feels the need in him building, heat in him pushing him towards climax but he’s trained for this, too, on a level deeper than thought. Kauri knows how to pace himself, to make it perfect, to time everything just right so that the person inside him finishes before he does.

He wants Cass to finish first, wants to feel him before he lets go.

“C’n… hold on, can do… you want to feel good, let me just-”

Kauri lets out a breathless, half-moaned laugh and tightens himself around Cass, turning his head to kiss into Cass’s neck, nipping at his skin. “Need you to, to come so I can come for you,” he breathes into his ear.

It’s all he needs. Cass curls around the shape of Kauri with a moan, breath caught in his throat as he comes. He lets his mind go blank, his thoughts go quiet, wrapped in pleasure and pressed deep into another man’s body.

He stays there, continuing to rock into Kauri gently as his hand wraps back around Kauri’s cock, the other tracing pretty lines down his jaw, down his throat, down his chest with long, soft fingers.

“So perfect,” he whispers against his shoulder “Come for me.”

The command tips him over, and Kauri moans, rocking forward into Cass’s hand and then going suddenly still and tense, spilling with Cass still moving in him and against him, jerking his hips in small movements as he comes onto the wall and then the ground, soft little cries muffled against Cass’s neck.

He was made for this. It’s what he is, what he was remade to do. In the moment of orgasm and then in the afterglow, Kauri feels like a whole person. He’s wanted. Cass wanted him, and he did it all exactly right. He’s good, a good boy, good at what they made him.

He feels so warm, floating in post-orgasm bliss, wanting nothing more than this moment to last.

“Th-that was… was…” Kauri laughs, breathless, pressing kisses against Cass’s neck, sliding his arms up and around behind him so he won’t pull out too soon, enjoying the feeling even now. “Best sex I’ve h-had up against a wall in an alley… You’re so fucking good.”

"All you, gorgeous," Cass laughs, still rocking his hips slowly, drunk on the feeling. God, he could stay here all night. "You're so good, Kauri. So, so good for me."

He stays there for another few moments, peppering Kauri with soft kisses and letting the other man do the same. It feels like the world stops hurtling on so violently when he can just lean into this, stay here, forget about himself and forget about everything. Just give someone exactly what they need. Exactly what they want. It was so simple.

Everything else was complicated, tangly and difficult but this… He knows he’s good like this.

"Next time... we do that in private, so I can stay just like this for you," he says, another quick kiss against Kauris temple "But for now..."

He grabs Kauri's hand, moving it away so he can start to ease out. His own hand is still tucked around Kauri’s front, under his shirt, feeling every stutter and movement of his body as he pulls out. He tucks Kauri back in before he tidies himself up, pulling the condom off and zipping his jeans back up.

Kauri, used to mostly cleaning himself up and usually cleaning up the other guy, too - it’s part of training, he falls into it mindlessly and the guys never seem to notice and if they do, they just say thank you and don’t give it a second thought - blinks, staring down at Cass’s hands so carefully shifting his pants back up over his hips, tucking him back into them, even zipping and buttoning and he lets out a huff of disbelieving laughter.

What had he done to meet someone so nice?

He turns to say thank you and instead Cass’s mouth is on his, insistent but still soft and sweet, and Kauri melts against him, sliding arms eagerly around his waist to hold him close, draw it out, make it last even longer. Finally, when they break apart, Kauri is still nearly panting, still feeling the languid afterglow looseness in his limbs.

Cass keeps his voice low and soft in that way that seems to make Kauri short circuit, “Still wanna come back to mine?”

“Yeah, I… yeah, I do, I want-... I want to, um, to get a little longer with you. Plus, I can’t exactly write you a letter-” Kauri’s voice cuts off, and then he laughs, a little nervously. “Since I don’t have anywhere you could get me one back. I want-... yeah. If you’re still offering, I do.”

Kauri's easy to fluster, Cass is realising. Intensely so. There's been a permanent blush on his cheeks since before they left the diner, and everything he says is coloured by the adorable tripping over of words. He gives Kauri's hand a squeeze and a little smile, pulling him out towards the street before dropping it again, walking backwards as he talks.

"Well you'll know where I live in about three minutes, so you can just leave me a love note like diner-boy did."

He flashes a grin and walks in the opposite direction than they'd come. Away from the bar, away from the burger joint. He can see the Facility buildings from here, nondescript and unsigned. It’s hard to tell, if you don’t know what they are, if they’re meant to be residential or corporate. Probably because they functioned as a mix of both.

He feels like a teenager sneaking someone in through his bedroom window. Like he’s breaking some private rule with himself that keeps his two worlds separate. He glances back to Kauri, smiles in that easy way, "Hey so it’s no big deal, but, uh... guests aren’t exactly celebrated at the Facility so like, if we see anyone, just be chill, yeah?"

Kauri walks after him like a lovesick puppy and he knows it, a stupid smile on his face but Cass doesn't seem to mind and Kauri can't seem to stop.

All his stuff will be waiting for him at the park even if it takes him a day. He's had to leave his backpack and everything before for nearly a week. Nobody knows about the loose tile in the bathroom ceiling where Kauri keeps things.

It sounds so fucking nice to have a Facility you could just leave if you wanted. Kauri's vaguely jealous as he talks, thinking it sounds like the dorms in Owen's movies.

"I can be chill," Kauri says seriously, with sparkling eyes and a flush still in his face. "I'm good at quiet, I was, I… learned how to be really quiet. I won't fuck it up."

He was nervous, but he wanted more of Cass, for at least a little bit. He could be normal long enough to fool whoever they might run into.

There's a part of Cass that wants to tell Kauri to stop talking. Every time he opens his mouth, some horrible line of tragic comes peeling out from nowhere. Cass tries not to linger on it, the little slips. About learning and training and being good.

"Well we don't have to be that quiet," he says, trying to keep it light. "Just careful."

The door unlocks with a quick little beep as Cass flashes some other guy’s keycard and he pushes it open. He gestures for Kauri to go inside, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how upscale the place must look in comparison to damp alleys and park benches.

"Not really my deal," he says, trying to shrug it off. "But I'm not paying or anything, so..."

The foyer is orchids-on-the-marble-desk kind of nice. There's a completely impractical couch to the left you could probably trade in for a decent car. Cass hates everything about this place but it was still better than Christopher's. And he'd bet serious money it's leaps and bounds from wherever Kauri last slept.

It looks like the lobby in Owen's condo, to Kauri, only even nicer. He presses himself to Cass's side, nervous in his grungy thrift-store clothes, worried they'll kick him out or know what he is by sight, that someone like him only belongs in a place like this if he's got a collar around his neck.

Or it'll be like they said in training - runaway Romantics come to bad ends when someone knows they can't really fight back.

By the time they get to the elevators he's holding onto Cass's waist tightly enough to probably hurt.

"I'm a few floors up," Cass says, a flirty smile trying to smother the sudden tension running through him. "Reckon I could have you begging again before we get there?"

He doesn't realize his breathing has picked up until Cass talks again, and Kauri's answer comes out more breathless than he means it to. He nuzzles briefly into Cass's neck just for the reassuring hit of safe he feels when he's touching someone.

"I'd beg for you right here," He says, and then turns red again. "I'm sorry. I get, um, I do that when I'm, um. Yes."

Cass feels on edge all of a sudden. Out of his element. He doesn't like bringing people back here, he doesn't even like being here. The whole point of going out and hooking up with people is that he can be somewhere else for a night. And he'd ended up hauling Homeless Hottie through the door instead.

"You don't have to come up, you know." The words come from nowhere. Not rude, just a little prickly. "Like I don't need you to be here, it's just a place to crash."

He rakes his eyes over the other man, who looks just as nervous as Cass feels. Jittery. Like someone’s about to arrest him.

"I fuckin' hate this place so if it’s making you feel weird or you wanna leave, I get it," he tries to feel casual about it, watching for the elevator doors to open. Please stay though. I hate it here but I don’t hate you so please, please stay. "It's not like we didn't already fuck, so no hard feelings."

Kauri leaves places. It's what he does, stay long enough for someone to want him and then go when they don't any longer, or when the closed door might be locked and he can't handle it any longer.

Weirdly, though, he doesn't want to leave Cass.

"I'm sorry," Kauri says softly. He's made him mad, somehow, and he's not quite sure what he did this time. He started the whole night by getting Cass mad – Kauri's carefully-remade mind drops the simple fact that Cass had actually gotten mad at Matt, and substitutes himself as being at fault for not just taking the drink and being good with perfect seamlessness – and he's done it all over again without even trying.

"I want to stay with you," He says, sincerely, truthfully. "Overnight. I think I want to know you better for a while. I just, um. No, you're right, if you don't want me in your place that's, that's okay. I was just being-... I haven't-... I get nervous about locked doors but it doesn't mean I don't want something."

Cass nods slow, trying not to prickle over the idea that this place is anything close to his. He flicks his eyes over Kauri, almost surprised at the amount of resolve in his voice. He shrugs. Makes a choice.

"Okay. So no locked doors," he tosses Kauri the keycard that isn't his. Nobody was paying him to give a shit about facility security and he'd snag another one tomorrow anyway. "All I want is a good time, alright? For both of us."

Kauri takes the keycard and stares down at it, blinking, then the tension melts out of him all over again and he slips it into his back pocket. The elevator doors slide open and Kauri is noticeably more relaxed as he’s pulled into the elevator, looking up at Cass with all the humor and lightness back in his eyes.

Cass steps backwards until his back is pressed up against the mirrored wall with Kauri in front of him, hand reaching out to press the button for his level as the doors slide closed again. He tries to let the tension in his shoulders drop, fastening on a grin in its wake "Now tell me what you want."

“I want…” Kauri thinks it through - there’s a pile of responses on his tongue, ready to go, all of them trained and conditioned, memorized and repeated at the other end of a shock stick or tied up in ropes or hit on the knuckles whenever he got it wrong. He rejects every single one, because none of them are the true thing, the thing he really wants to say.

It’s pure sincerity when he leans in closer to Cass, goes up on his toes to kiss him, and says softly, “I want you to kiss, um-... to kiss me stupid ‘til we get into your room and I want to ride you when we’re in there.”

Kauri’s so easy to kiss. He’s so easy to move with, so easy to tug and pull. He’s so easy to want. Cass pulls him in close, and with barely enough space between them to breathe it’s hard not to think God, he’s made for this.

“You’re so good,” Cass says, pressing up against him. The elevator doors slide open behind them and Cass kisses Kauri backwards until they’re up against the hallway wall, Kauri giggling quietly and running his hands up Cass’s sides and back down to his hips to pull them flush again.

The res level is featureless and clinical compared to the foyer. Why waste money decorating something the public didn’t see? Something only meant for those lowest on the company totem pole?

He leads Kauri down the hallway a few steps, pushing him gently into his quarters as the door slides open, kissing him all the while.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he says with a grin, stripping his jacket and adding it to a chair piled with clothes. “My, uh, boss likes things to stay tidy, so naturally I keep it as messy as possible.”

Aside from the debris of his life scattered around – clothes on the floor, papers and books on the inbuilt desk, a couple pill bottles sitting pretty by the lamp – the place is stark and white. Featureless. The king single shoved in the corner lays unmade, white quilt gathered at the bottom a testament to the restless sleeper he is when he dains to occupy it. He feels strange with someone in his space like this. Exposed, almost.

“I’d offer you something to drink but, uh,” he looks around the room, shrugs “I’m not exactly well-equipped for guests.”

“That’s okay,” Kauri answers, sincerely, looking around the room with the opposite of Cass’s expression on his face. There’s a hint of nervous worry when he sees the stark white walls, the slightest hesitation before he lets himself be pulled into the room, but the simple mess is immensely comforting.

Not a cell, not ‘resident rooms’ like his own had been, empty and with just the floor to sleep on unless you earned blankets and a pillow and there were rumors the really good trainees could earn a bed. No, this was like…

“Like a dorm room at college,” Kauri whispers, then winces at a spike of pain ricochets around inside his skull.

don’t think about that don’t remember that that never happened you made that up it’s common to have false memories after training

He shakes it off almost instantly - it’s there and gone, barely a flicker of expression before he makes himself forget he’d ever said anything.

“Are you allowed to have things for the walls?” He asks instead, his voice perfectly light and cheerful, moving forward into the room, grazing fingertips over the pile of clothes in the chair, as if considering something. “I could bring you a picture. There’s a lady down at the farmer’s market who paints, she likes me, she always says she’ll give me a painting if I ever have a place to put one.”

Cass closes his eyes, a smile creeping over his face. He can’t tell anymore if the way Kauri tilts the conversation onto easier topics is intentional or just a very well practiced habit. Either way, it's entirely sweet and a little disarming.

“You know, I’ve never asked,” he says, sweeping in close again, wrapping an arm around Kauri’s waist. “But I’d risk breaking the rules for you.”

He tilts Kauri's chin up to meet him in a kiss, and as he does he feels an unpleasant twinge of jealousy. He can't help but feel like Kauri's unfairly lucky. He knows it's not a rational thought. He knows it's not. But still.

How the fuck do you stay homeless when people seem to be tripping over to try and help you? There seem to be so many people wanting to offer Kauri small kindnesses but instead he opted to turn them all down just to stay on the streets and desolate. And Cass had fought tooth and nail for a single bed in a room without a key.

Like a college dorm room, Kauri had said, before all but flinching away from his own comment. Like a college dorm room. Cass wouldn't know would he? Had never had the chance.

“Where’d you go to college?” he asks, innocent enough. The other questions, the crueler, bitter-with-jealousy questions– were you any good? did you get kicked out? is that why you sold yourself? fucking piece of shit drop out, buried in fancy college debt? – stay at bay.

Kauri's quiet, pressing the kiss closer, deeper, burying himself in it, more aggressive now. The headache threatens if he tries to ask too many questions, the memory of drugs woozily running through his veins, hooked to a wall and forget forget forget in his head obliterating whatever poor son of a bitch had lived in his head before.

Then, finally, he pulls away and shrugs, smiling sunny and bright, deflecting, distracting. "I don't know," Kauri says, voice perfectly, carefully constructed to seem careless, isn't it so funny that I don't know, but really, who cares? "It's not important to what we're for-... what we do. Not like I could write a fucking essay to save my life anymore. Or a poem."

Another flinch, as if Kauri had tripped over something, and he shoves Cass's back against the wall with a sudden aggressive need, slipping a hand into the waistband of his pants while shifting a leg between Cass's legs, an expert move to brush against him from two directions.

"Doesn't matter."

A familiar rush of hot and cold runs through Cass' body at the answer, at the touch, at the rough push against the wall that makes him shudder with a kind of practiced thrill. Kauri knows exactly what he's doing with his hand and the bid for distraction spurs Cass on even more.

Kauri's uncomfortable. He wants distraction. Deflection. To change the subject. But Cass wants to know. Cass wants to push. "So, what? They ju - hah - just keep the slutty parts and fry the rest?"

It's getting mean. He can feel it. A backwards kind of resentment clawing under his skin, twisting his mood. He catches Kauri's lips with his own, fingers brushing under the hem of Kauri's shirt. The kiss is desperate and rough, on the borderline of bruising, and when Cass pulls away he feels a childish sort of challenge pulling at him

Kauri ignores the first question entirely, sliding his hand straight down to brush over Cass between his legs, feeling him soft but he wouldn't be for long, Kauri knew just what to do to get past this moment and his thoughts, and he likes the rough stuff as much as he ever likes tenderness.

He's trained to.

Jesus, I know I asked for a brainless slut, Kor-Bore, but this is something else. Do you even have brain cells now?

He's just started to curve around him, to stroke him back to hardness, when Cass asks, "What if I wanted a poem?"

Kauri's face flickers with hurt, an oddly naive why would you ask that considering the practiced physicality on display. Then he tilts his head, looking up at Cass, and gives him the honest fucking answer while giving his cock just enough of a roll of his palm to feel good.

"I'd tell you to go fuck yourself."

Cass knows an evasive answer when he hears one. It's not some sort of pathetic no homo-ism which would've been funny in its own right with Kauri's hand sitting where it is. It's something deeper than that. Something that hits close enough to home to hurt.

The energy in the room has shifted. Tense and pulsating. The undercurrent of something bitter. Territory Cass was more familiar with than tender kisses in alleyways.

"Seems like you're already doing that for me," he says, rolling his hips forward into the touch. He doesn't bring his hands up to touch back, to hold. It's a challenge in its own right.

How much will you still want me when I'm not acting how you want? When I'm not doing what you need?

Cass has been choked against this wall, threatened against this wall, had his head bashed into it more times than he could count. His eyes track across Kauri's face, land on his lips. He doubts the other man has anything even close to violence living in his veins, but Cass still juts out his chin, looks down at Kauri through lidded eyes. Even the thought of it sends something electric through him.

"You gonna make me sorry for asking?"

"No," Kauri answers easily enough, a short, almost curt single syllable. He can feel Cass getting hard again under his hand, and he tilts his head just a little, looking down, before he gives just enough of a squeeze to keep it interesting.

"I don't do that. I just make you stop wanting to ask."

It's an honest answer - and Kauri grabs him by the belt loops in his pants, pulling him back until they stumble to the bed and Kauri half-falls to seated with Cass standing between his legs, yanking open Cass's pants with no gentleness this time.

"Show you what parts aren't fried," Kauri mutters, half-under his breath, moving to shift his pants down and press a kiss to his stomach in the same moment.

The sound Kauri pulls out of him is more of a grunt than a moan. Cass can feel himself starting to swim. That particular territory on a night out where old restless anger hollows him out and switches on the autopilot. He tilts his head back where he stands, tangling his fingers through Kauri's curls as he closes his eyes. He breathes in.

But this is his place.

This is his fucking bed, his fucking room.

He doesn't want to drift. He doesn't want to leave.

There were two ways Cass knew that kept him attached to the ground. The easiest was a punch in the teeth. The other was harder. Sharing something to make the other person feel closer to you, and then hold onto that like a tether.

It made them like you more, made them easier to stay hooked to. It made it easier to feel what they wanted, even. To ride that wave. But it meant sharing some broken part of himself. Sometimes he lies. Usually he lies. But tonight...

"I couldn't read until I was like 17," he says, voice is low, only opening his eyes after he's said it. "The guy who taught me how also taught me how to fuck."

He traces his fingers down the curve behind Kauri's ear, along the line of his jaw, tilting his face up with a gentle hand under his chin. Cass searches blue eyes and doesn't know what for.

"I'm fried, too."

"I'm… I'm sorry." Kauri hesitates, leaning forward with his shoulders so his chin rests lightly on Cass's stomach, looking up at him. "I can't… I can't read the note from Nick because I can't read. And I can't write you a poem because I can't write, either."

He jerked Cass's pants down over his hips, to his thighs, and kissed into the flat spot just inside each hip, one on each side.

He looked back up.

"I don't know what I look like. I can't look in mirrors. You guessed it right. They fried most of me. Now please push me back on the bed and…" Hold onto me, please, just want this, too, even if it's just to fuck me, just don't make me leave with this the last thing I said "-fuck me or something if you're going to keep me talking about this."

Hearing it all come rattling has something under Cass' skin curdling a little. He doesn't usually go for tragedy. He almost regrets pushing. He almost wants to apologise. Instead he straddles Kauri's hips, knees on the mattress as he pulls the guy's shirt over his head and throws it to the side before doing the same with his own. He kisses him until he's flat on his back on the mattress.

This part is so easy. Puzzle pieces fitting together, gears slotting into place, every kind of made for this metaphor rolled into one.

"We don't have to talk."

He apologises with his tongue, with open mouthed kisses that travel down Kauri's throat to the twisted scar along his collarbone and back up. He rolls his hips into the man beneath him, unbuttons those jeans with one hand and delights in the heat of Kauri's cock as he palms him, feels him start to harden.

His own jeans practically fall off as he stands, loose from Kauri's ministrations, and he kicks them to the side before leaning forward, kissing lines down Kauri's stomach and down his hips and down his thighs as he undresses him too. He presses his cheek to Kauri's leg, planting a kiss on his inner thigh.

"Just one more question." He brushes against Kauri's hardening cock with his lips, "This?" He slips his hand under Kauri's lower back, down the curve of his arse, just barely pressing into him again, "Or this?"

Kauri hums under the attention, he loves being pressed back into the mattress, a hint of weight holding him down. It’s what he wants, what he’s for. Any anger in him drains out with every kiss - Kauri is used to apologies that aren’t spoken or that don’t happen at all.

He wouldn’t even want an apology - he has no idea how to handle them unless they’re laced with reasons that Kauri’s really the one to blame.

Kauri pushes himself up on his elbows, nerves singing, and looks down towards Cass, the shy, sincere smile on his face as he pushes himself closer to sitting up. “Um, your-... your mouth,” Kauri says, hushed, almost shocked-sounding. “Mouth, please.”

Cass holds eye contact as he smiles, running his tongue along the underside of Kauri’s cock before taking him into his mouth. He hums deep in his throat, lets his hair fall in front of his face like a curtain and lets everything else fall away completely.

He will never understand people that don’t love this; that don’t love taking another person in with your mouth, with your hands, and making them utterly melt. It was so simple. So good. Skin against skin, another person to breathe in. He didn’t have to think about anything else, he didn’t have to worry about anything else. He could lose himself in wanting them, in being wanted.

He runs his hands up Kauri’s thighs as he works at pulling delicious sounds from him, finding a rhythm with his mouth, interrupting it again with the swirling of his tongue. Kauri tastes good. He feels good. It’s good, it’s all so fucking good.

Kauri stays up on his elbows at first to watch him, taking the sight of Cass in with unadulterated, if oddly pure, joy. He’d had no idea what this felt like, beyond a sense-memory that told him he’d had one before, the first time someone he’d hooked up with had gone down on him after he ran away.

He never got tired of it - of how wonderful it was to have someone want him so much they would touch him even without taking anything for themselves. It felt so perfectly right, and he couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face even as he had to shift and finally lay back, focusing his eyes on Cass’s ceiling, his hands sliding into his hair, running through the strands, hips moving gently up to push himself deeper, just a little.

It’s not long before his soft exhalations are full-on moans, and he tries to keep mostly quiet since there are probably other people here but he’s never really been good at that - Owen didn’t want him trained to be quiet at times like this - and he can’t help himself, moaning, “You’re so good, this is so-... fuck, so good, Cass, under the-... yeah, like th-that, just like that-... ah, you’re so so good, so nice, so nice to do this, to, to, ah, ah, ah-” He trails off into a louder sound as Cass hits just the right spot just under the head and his hips jerk, hands buried deeply in his hair, eyes wide and hardly seeing.

It feels so good. For maybe the second or third time, Kauri’s genuinely a little sad he probably won’t see this guy again.

The sounds Kauri makes are so fucking endearing. He moans like he's never had a blowjob, like he's not sure he's ever gonna have one again. Was there literally anything better than hearing someone make sounds like that? It makes it easy to enjoy, to indulge in getting him off.

Cass can’t help but laughing under his breath as he pulls off, licking long and slow along Kauri’s cock.

“Enjoying yourself, big guy?” he mutters, smiling up at Kauri’s blushing cheeks, the mass of dark curls against the sheet before swallowing him to the hilt. Maybe the only thing better than hearing someone make sounds like that was knowing you were the one that caused it.

He speeds up, moaning deep around Kauri’s cock. Hands down the best fuck Cass has had for months.

Kauri’s moans turn into something like loud, high-pitched whimpers as Cass’s throat vibrates around him with his own sounds, his fingers tightening to nearly painful in Cass’s hair and his hips jerking up harder than he intends them to, thrusting into Cass’s mouth unconsciously.

“Y-yes, you’re so-... so good, this is so good, I’m, I’m going to-... wait wait wait if you keep g-going, I’ll, I’ll, um-... I’ll-” Kauri’s body tenses all at once, and he lets out a loud cry as he tilts over the edge, coming right down Cass’s throat.

He’s barely finished before he’s trying to pull Cass back up to him, to kiss him, to tangle every single limb around him and keep them pressed together at every possible level.

Cass finds himself, not for the first time tonight, laughing into Kauri's mouth. The guy holds him like he's gonna disappear the second they're not touching, and Cass wraps his arms around his waist as he kisses him.

I'm not going anywhere. God, please keep touching me like that. I want you, I want you, I want you.

He feels love drunk and loose, even though he's still achingly hard. He rolls his hips along Kauri's thigh, chasing the gentle friction as he rocks forward and back but not reaching for more just yet. Cass doesn't want more right now. Just wants to enjoy Kauri's body warm beneath him, the tiny electric sparks he can feel under every brush off his fingers. The desperate kisses, panting breaths, those pretty sounds still sighing out of Kauri's mouth.

He plants a kiss on Kauri's cheek, reaches down to brush his hand against Kauri's cock one more time. "That was hot."

Kauri jumps a little, letting out a half-squeaked whine at the hint of touch to his already overstimulated cock, then laughs and presses against him even more, tilting his head up and back for another kiss, taking the affection as it’s given with pure gratitude for it.

“Yeah, you’re really good at it,” Kauri says, grinning. He can taste himself on Cass, and that’s a rare thing for him, this happens so rarely and it’s even more rare they want to kiss right after. “You’re so, so good. That was so good.” He can’t stop saying it, and he knows it’s stupid to repeat it over and over again, and he finally just ducks his head, tucking it under Cass’s chin, to hide his bright red flush, as much from the aftermath of orgasm as from his embarrassment.

“I like your bed,” Kauri murmurs, stretching his legs out, tangling them with Cass’s. He’d expected to be curled up on a park bench or lying under someone’s heavy weight by now. Lying like this instead - curled up with someone built more like he is, who seems to feel the same way about wanting touch - is so much better. “It’s really soft.”

Cass snorts, nearly makes a quip about razor wire bed springs and b-grade foam, but he stops himself, remembering where Kauri would've been if not here.

"You're really soft," he says instead, running his fingers in long circles along Kauri's arm, his back, down his side. He can feel his own body relaxing with the rhythm of it, with the feeling of skin on skin.

He wishes it didn't feel so good to have someone tucked into him like this and pressed against him. He wishes he wasn't like this, he wishes he wasn't so needy. There's a tension in him he never knows he's holding and it releases when someone touches him. It's like he's never really breathing when he's not being held.

"I should thank that asshole for tryna spike your drink, huh?"

Kauri actually laughs, breaths against Cass’s shoulder, hands sliding across the muscles of his back. “Or I should, I guess,” He says, ignoring the flutter of nervousness. He's too loose, right now, languid and his eyes are finding it harder and harder to open.

“Used to get drugged all th’ time, anyway,” Kauri says, his voice slightly slurred with sleepiness. “It’d jus’ feel like home.”

Cass huffs out a laugh. He reaches behind himself to tap his fingers on the bedside table, one of the bottles from the random assortment of benzos and sleeping pills rolling away as he does. "I'm outta the good stuff but help your fuckin' self."

He wonders vaguely at what point the venn diagram between Kauri's experiences and his own would start looking close to a circle. He wonders too if maybe he should worry about that. He stares up at the ceiling, hand tracing lazy shapes along Kauri's upper arm.

"Mine put it in chocolates, usually," he whispers, not even sure if Kauri's conscious enough to hear him "Or in drinks. He liked it when I'd forget."

There’s a pause, like maybe Kauri had fallen asleep, before he murmurs back, “It was in our food, th’ water, all of it. Did y’... mmmmn…” Kauri nuzzles in closer, pulling Cass as tight against him as he can get, shifting around so he can bury his feet under the blankets at the end of the bed. “... tell you it’s what you’re for?”

Cass buries his face in Kauri's hair and closes his eyes. He feels sleep tugging at him now. Making his body heavy. Pulling him down.

"Yeah," he mutters, pressing a kiss to Kauri's head "Told me I was made for it."

Kauri tries to think of a reply, but the moments lying together, the languid loose feelings of his muscles, and Cass’s warm body in the bed all work together to ensure he’s sound asleep before anything in particular comes to mind. He holds Cass tightly, and in his sleep he never rolls away, only shifts closer, twining his legs around Cass’s so their hips are flush even sleeping, as though he wants only to be touching Cass with as much of himself as he can, even fast asleep.

They’ve only been asleep for a handful of hours when the sliding door slams open. Cass sits up immediately at the sound, awake and heart pounding before Tucker even has the chance to thump the timered light back on.

“Rise and shine, Ace, we have a lot to-“ Tucker’s voice cuts off as he takes in the scene before him. He tilts his head to the side, blinks, a dangerous smile curling his mouth “What the fuck is this?”

#whump #consensual spice #consensual sex tw #referenced past noncon #conditioning #brainwashing #box boy au #whumpiary #Cass the Disaster Lad #referenced past dubcon #come get y'all spice

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love-the-purple-cat · 4 years ago

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Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 9

He is only slightly surprised when Ishida pulls him aside and demands what ‘that' is. ‘That' being his hair.

He blinks, “There isn’t a rule about hair being dyed.” He doesn’t think there is. His natural hair is more often than not assumed dyed and the teachers never made a huge deal out of it – other than thinking that he's a punk.

Ishida huffs and frowns, clear displeasure on his face but that is a common expression for the Quincy so he pays it no mind. What he does pay mind to is that this is the first conversation that they have had since late January, around the time his friends decided that they couldn’t hold a normal conversation with him that did not involve hollows and the best course of action would be to cut ties.

-Never dead-

“If this is all there is, class president, I would like to return to my desk.” Ichigo turns and leaves, not even waiting to be dismissed.

“What was that all about?” Keigo asks.

He shrugs, more upset than expected, and gestures to his hair. The brunette makes a noise of understanding and returns to copying Tatsuki's math homework. Ichigo sits still for a moment before pulling out his phone and texting Cherī.

Me: Hey.

He hits sent before he could rethink.

The answer is almost immediate.

Cherry: Hey, what's up?

He pauses for a moment, thinking of how to phrase his problem(s) before giving up and just writing.

Me: My friend who has not spoken to me since January just pulled me aside to nag about my hair.

It takes a moment longer for her to reply.

Cherry: Are you close with them? The fact that you added the last time you spoke with them makes it sound like you either had a falling out and/or don’t consider them a friend.

He stares at the text. He and Ishida are friends. He thinks. They just hadn’t ‘hung out' in a while.

Me: I do.

Me: Consider them a friend, I mean.

Cherry: But are you close to them?

Cherry: Or do you see yourself being friends with them just because you have mutual friends and not because you have common interests?

Ichigo taps a fingernail on the desk.

They didn’t exactly have a ‘falling out'. More along the lines of ‘not having anything in common now'. Does that stop them from being friends? He and Keigo are friends, and they don’t have anything in common.

Shit, did they have something in common?

He glances at the brunette, now writing more hurriedly. Ichigo can’t think of anything from the top of his head. But there must be something.

His phone vibrates.

Cherry: You don’t have to answer if it’s complicated. My advice is to not pay him any mind unless he starts shit.

He laughs quietly.

Me: I thought you hated that word?

Cherry: I literally asked you whether you were friends with someone and you hesitated. That's a different kind of complicated, Ichi.

He stares. And then writes without thinking.

Me: It's not different. They're connected.

He waits, gripping his phone hard. Finally, she answers.

Cherry: Like I said, I'm not going to force you to speak. I'm only reminding you that I'm here if you need a listening ear.

He lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Glancing at the door, he writes.

Me: I would like that.

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Next is Inoue.

It's two days after his confrontation with Ishida when she pulls him aside after he puts his bag on his desk. There are a handful of minutes until class starts so the conversation won’t be long.

“Kurosaki-kun,” She starts, eyes wide and sad.

A shot of annoyance runs through him when she says his name and he knows the reason for it. Ichigo has heard her repeat his name more times in an hour than anybody else has in their life. It has come to the point where his stomach would roll if she says it twice in two minutes.

“Yes?” He asks as politely as he can.

“Kurosaki-kun, ” oh boy, “Is something wrong?”

“No.” His answer is short and clip.

The girl frowns harder, eyes flickering to his hair. “Are you sure?”

-Stop overturning the earth unless you’re ready to find the bodies-

“What is this about, Inoue?” He lets some of his tiredness and annoyance bleed through.

She cowers, “It’s just-“

“Ichi!” The familiar voice of Cherī immediately calms him. He feels her wrap her arms around his waist and slips something in his pocket. “Listen, Ah think Ah placed ma' phone in yer bag by accident when we were rushin’ in da mornin’. Mind bringin' it ta' me? Ah'll keep yer friend company.” She winks when he looks at her.

He is a little suspicious but nods and goes to his desk, hands shoved in his pockets. While he may not know what the girl is playing at, that doesn’t mean he won’t play along. He makes sure to angle his body in such a way that pulling the phone and placing it in the bag won't be obvious, and pretends to have a hard time finding it, going as far as to pull out all of his textbooks. Once he ‘finds' it, he leisurely makes his way out of the classroom.

Ichigo blinks when he re-joins them.

Cherī looks quite pleased with herself, giving Inoue a not quite nice smile. Inoue, on the other hand, looks close to tears, backed up against the wall.

“Your phone.” He says.

Cherī grins up at him. “Thanks, Ichi.” She looks back at Inoue. “It was nice talkin’ ta' ya, Inoue. Be sure ta’ remember ma' words, ‘kay?” Giving the bluenette a last wink, she skips away.

He waits until she's rounded the corner before turning his attention to the orangette. Now that he thinks about it, why did only he get in trouble for having orange hair? “What was it that you wanted to talk about again?”

Inoue flinches, looking down the hall as though expecting Cherī to return. “Nothing, Kurosaki-kun.” She looks at him with those kicked puppy eyes before returning to her seat.

He watches her for a moment before sending a text.

Me: Thanks.

Cherry: No problem.

#bleach #bleach au #kurosaki ichigo #akao cherī #cherī akao #ichigo kurosaki #The Past is Never Dead AU #Protector and Cherry AU #uryu ishida #ishida uryuu #inoue orihime #orihime inoue

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cheemerthelizard · 5 years ago

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Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 13

After the whole dream fiasco was sorted out, Joseph decided to take a day off from Stand attacks and let everyone relax a little bit before Egypt. Nothing could go wrong. At least, you hope so...

“So, what brings us here, Mr. Joestar?” Kakyoin asked.

“Well, for one, I need to tend to my chickens!” Avdol rushed away, and everyone followed after him, until they reached a small cottage in the middle of the island.

“Hello, everyone!” Avdol said cheerily, looking down at his chickens. “Did you miss me? Hello, Prince! Lionel! Micheal!”

You had never seen Avdol so happy, and his joy was certainly contagious, especially to you.

“That couldn’t be the only reason, right?” Polnareff asked. “Surely there’s more to this pit stop than just chickens.”

Joseph chucked a little bit. “You’re right,” he shrugged. “We have a little... special surprise for all of you. Plus, we’re about to be making our way to Egypt, our final destination. We thought it would be good to let you relieve some of your stress before we face off against Dio.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened with excitement. “You’re actually letting us take a day off?”

“I sure am,” Joseph laughed. “Now, get out of here, before I change my mind.”

“Yes, sir!” Kakyoin chimed. He grabbed your hand and started running.

“Wh-aah! Hey!” You could barely keep up, but you had to if you didn’t want to eat grass for breakfast. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” Kakyoin answered, and gave you a little smile. Of course, that seemingly put you in a trance, and you ended up almost tripping.

“Woah! Slow down!” you laughed.

“But we’re here!” Kakyoin had stopped suddenly at a little patch of land with a big rock on it. “A good place to sit and talk.”

“You pulled me along so excitedly to sit at a rock?”

Kakyoin nodded, almost shamefully, and you responded with a laugh.

“I love it when you get so excited about small things like this.” This time, you took his hand and pulled him onto the rock with you. The two of you ended up talking for a long time, almost thirty minutes, about anything that came to mind. Stands, life back home, even just your interests. Times like this were always wonderful with him. Eventually, though, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you started to cry a little bit.

“Oh, was it something I said?” Kakyoin asked.

“No, no,” you reassured him. “Not at all. I’m just worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

The tears started to become more rapid with every word you said. “What if I die? What if someone else dies before I can save them? Kakyoin, what if... what if you die? I would never forgive myself if I can’t save you in time. I’m just so scared. All of you are so brave, and you always face danger with no hesitation. I wish I could be like that, but my Stand can’t fight. Ace can’t fight.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” Kakyoin pulled you closer. “Which one of us hasn’t been scared?”

“Jotaro,” you immediately replied. “And Joseph, and Avdol, and Polnareff, and... and you! You’ve never been scared.”

Kakyoin started laughing, as if he just couldn’t hold it in. “Me? Not scared of anything? Are you kidding? This whole time, I’ve been afraid. Afraid we might not make it in time before Holly dies. Afraid that one of my only friends will die in the battlefield. (Y/N), I’m afraid of losing you.”

You sniffled. “R-Really?”

Kakyoin nodded. “And everyone else has been afraid at least once, I’m sure. Both Polnareff and Avdol have been way too close to feeling the kiss of death, and Jotaro and Mr. Joestar are going on this trip specifically to save their family member. I’m sure they’re absolutely terrified they won’t make it in time.”

“I g-guess you’re right.” Your breathing was still very unsteady and sharp, but you had started to calm down.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“Uh huh?”

“If I die, promise me you won’t blame yourself.”

You chuckled, while still trying to hold in your tears. “I promise, but only if you promise the same thing.”

Kakyoin nodded. “Well, I’m getting hungry. Maybe we should go back to get some food.”

“We definitely should,” you agreed. You shot up from your spot on the rock, and immediately felt a sharp pain ripping through the bottom of your left leg. “Ow!”

“What happened?” Kakyoin asked.

“I think a snake bit me,” you replied, making sure not to cry more than you already had. Eventually, Kakyoin spotted the snake, and started muttering something to himself.

“Red on black, friend of Jack. Red on yellow, kills a fellow. That was red on yellow!” he exclaimed. “We need to get back now!”

The two of you sprinted back from where you came, making sure not to run into anything on the way. You had made it about halfway whenever you toppled over.

“Kakyoin!” you cried. “I can’t feel my leg!”

Kakyoin stood there for a second, until picking you up and carrying you the rest of the way. Soon, the cottage was in eyesight, and you were met with two waving hands.

“Hello again, Kakyoin and (Y/N)!” Joseph said cheerily.

“Mr. Joestar...” Kakyoin was out of breath by the time you had gotten over there. “Snake bite... (Y/N)’s leg... red on yellow... leg is numb...”

“I was bitten by a venomous snake,” you finished his thoughts. “And I lost feeling in both of my legs now.”

“Uh oh,” Joseph’s tone immediately darkened. “That’s bad news.”

“I’m here,” Jotaro burst through the foliage, breathing heavily. “What’s going on?”

“I called him over with Hierophant,” Kakyoin explained. “I was going to call Polnareff, too, but I couldn’t find him.”

“Well, what are we going to do?” Avdol asked frantically. “This isn’t a Stand matter. Killing the snake that bit her won’t stop the venom from spreading.”

“The only way to stop it from infecting (Y/N) is to get it completely out of her body,” Jotaro muttered. Then he gasped. “I have an idea. (Y/N), are you still able to duplicate life?”

“Yes,” you answered weakly. Foam had started forming in your mouth.

“Good. I’ll need you to do that.” Jotaro summoned Star Platinum and had him press his lips to the bite. “Duplicate your blood. I’ll suck out any infected blood.”

“Okay.”

The feeling of blood being sucked from a wound was really weird. And from how forcefully Star Platinum was inhaling, you were sure all of your blood was being diverted straight to it. But you kept duplicating it, and so you never ran out. In fact, you started to feel better. You had almost regained feeling in your left leg, and everything else was feeling fine. Eventually, you had regained all senses, and shouted, “Now, Jotaro!”

Star Platinum wasted no time ridding himself of the infected blood, spewing it to the floor. Meanwhile, Jotaro was making a distorted face, like he had just eaten something he didn’t like. Guess venom blood wasn’t his favorite meal. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, almost crying.

“Thank you,” you were breathing heavily. “Thank you so much. So, so much.”

Jotaro seemed reluctant at first, but in the end, he decided, just this once, that you could hug him, which you were thankful for. How else would you show your appreciation for him saving your life?

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jotaro eventually said, shoving you off of him. “And you’re welcome.”

“Alright, I’ll bet you guys are hungry! How about we eat something?” Joseph suggested.

“That sounds nice,” you answered.

“I’m starved!” Kakyoin replied.

“I’ll go find Polnareff,” Avdol said, walking away.

“Will one of you go start the fire?” Joseph asked. “Jotaro! I’m sure Star Platinum can get it going really quick.”

“Sure.”

And soon enough, the whole team was sitting by the campfire, eating dinner. Apparently a Stand user had attacked Polnareff (again), and Avdol had gotten there just in time.

“And this time, I think I’ve truly learned my lesson,” Polnareff said. “I have to accept that my sister’s soul is now at peace.”

The six of you had been eating in silence for a little bit, until Polnareff spoke again. “Oh, and I heard that (Y/N) had a little encounter of her own.”

You nodded, and gulped down the bite you had taken. “I did.”

“A snake, huh? Must’ve been scary.”

“It kind of was,” you admitted. “I was terrified, actually.”

“We all were, I’m sure,” Kakyoin added. To your relief, the others nodded. Maybe what he said was right. Everyone gets scared from time to time.

Suddenly, interrupting your peaceful dinner, a loud splash came from the edge of the island.

“Ah, the surprise is here!” Joseph got up, and beckoned for everyone else to follow. When you had reached the shore, there was a giant submarine, waiting for you.

“Ta-da!” Joseph exclaimed. “I got it from the Speedwagon Foundation!”

“I don’t know about this,” you muttered. Unfortunately, Joseph overheard you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, the boat we had before was fine, and there was a lot more of a chance that we would survive if a Stand user attacked us. I’ve just got a feeling in my gut.”

“Well, the Speedwagon guys have already taken our boat back to the shore on the other side, so unless you want to swim to Egypt, I guess you’re out of luck.”

You sighed, and reluctantly boarded the sub. “I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.”

#kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki x reader #crusader of life #stardust crusaders #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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moonstone210 · 5 years ago

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One Rainy Morning

The pitter-pattering on the window alerted Spinel that it was raining again as she walked out of her room. She walked over to the window, watching the raindrops stream down the glass. Seeing the pale gray clouds, she was reassured that this was no storm, just a simple rain-fall.

"Spin! Spin!"

A voice squeaked out. She turned around, a small shape scampering over to her and hugging her leg. Only a bit startled, she almost backed away before she relaxed and smiled, "Oh little Stevie, you nearly scared me half to death."

The two-year-old looked up at her, "Sorry!"

Spinel ruffled his hair, "It's alright. What 'cha up to, my love?"

"Can we go outside?" Steven asked, giving her the cutest puppy eyes she'd ever seen, "Pleeeeeeaaaase?"

Spinel blinked and her smile turned softer, "Why, of course. Just get your little raincoat and boots on first." She lightly booped him on the nose as she added, "We don't want you catching a cold, now do we?"

Steven shook his head and ran to his bedroom, giggling excitedly. Joy seemed to burst out of her gem. Oh, what did she do to deserve Steven?

After a few minutes, she heard Steven shuffle behind the door, before it opened on its own. Spinel was perplexed for a moment, but then Steven jumped out and posed dramatically, wearing a yellow raincoat and boots.

"Ta-da!" He declared.

Spinel stared at him before she laughed and clapped her hands, "You look adorable!"

Steven pouted, "Nuh! I'm tough and strong, just like you and the Gems!"

The pink jester's eyes widened, but was deeply touched by his words, "Oh Stevie..." She stretched her arms, curling them around the toddler and pulled him close to her chest, kissing his forehead.

He chuckled, "S-Stop!"

"Not until you admit that I'm the best Gem on the team," She teased, starting to hug him tighter and kissed his forehead, making him laugh hysterically.

"Best Gem, you say?"

Spinel and Steven froze, turning to the warp pad where Garnet was standing. Even though Garnet had her arms crossed, Spinel sensed a hint of playfulness in her tone.

"W-Well," She stammered, "Second best Gem is good enough."

"Can we go outside already?" Steven asked the other gem.

"Only if you don't stay out for too long," Garnet replied.

Spinel shook her head, "We won't. Come on, kid!" She ran to the door, swinging it open. They were immediately met with the pelting raindrops, Spinel being quick enough to close the door and she loosened her grip on Steven to place him down.

Steven rushed down the steps of the balcony. When he stepped foot on the sand, a pink boot stretched down beside him, and Spinel retracted her body so she was standing beside the toddler.

"Oh Steven! Don't tell me you're gonna leave your best friend Spinel behind!" She said playfully, her pigtails already drenched and drooped down.

However, Steven looked hurt, "N-No! I don't wanna leave you behind! Never, never, never!"

Spinel's heart almost melted. She ignored the rain, crouching down and lifted little Steven's chin up, "It's alright, baby. I know you'll never leave."

Steven gave her a hug, which she reciprocated... until Steven pulled away, "So, what do you wanna play?"

Spinel put a finger to her cheek, "Maybe... Tag?"

A hand tapped her gem, "You're it!" Steven squealed as he started running down the beach. Grinning, Spinel followed after him. The rain continued to pour, if not harder, onto the two of them, but they barely cared. The skies over Beach City was now completely enveloped in gray clouds, seeming to stretch for miles.

As they ran up the hill of the temple, Steven turned around, wondering if Spinel had caught up to him. But he didn't see her. Panic grew in his head, the pounding rain now getting louder and louder. He froze in place, soaked from head to toe in water.

"Spinel!" He called out, trembling, "Where are you?!"

Arms coiled around him tightly, surprising but comforting Steven as Spinel retracted her arms and pulled him close to her chest as she ran to the small house.

"I-I'm sorry Steven!" She had to yell over the pelting water, "I lost sight of you!"

Steven only snuggled closer, feeling his... guardian's smooth gem.

They barged into the house, gasping for air and drenched. Spinel slammed the door and locked it behind her. Pearl already sitting on the couch, waiting for their arrival. As she eyed them, Spinel gave her a nervous smile.

"G-Guess our parade got rained on," She chuckled, with Steven echoing her laughter.

Pearl scowled at the joke, "Go dry yourselves up, I don't want Steven getting sick again for your carelessness!"

Spinel frowned, "We were just getting to that..." She led Steven to the bathroom, removing his coat and drying his hair out with a towel.

Steven stared her with wide eyes, "Did we do something wrong?"

Spinel looked down, but shook her head, "No. Pearl's just... She..." She scoffed lightly, "She's just worried about you as I am. She loves you too. Pearl will learn about fun, she'll see."

#crystal gem spinel #mama spinel #steven universe au #spinel #steven universe #garnet #pearl #rain #pearl is salty #spinel au

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justauthoring · 6 years ago

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No Reason To (20/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to link previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!” found in my bio.

A/N: ta-da!! another week, another day early :) i am hella freaking proud of this chapter, so please, please let me know what you thought of it!! i literally worked so hard on this week’s chapter, my god, lol.

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 03x15 and 03x16

Pulling off your helmet, you hand it over to Scott, thoughtlessly turning your head in search of Stiles. Instead of Stiles though, your eyes widen when you find the twins in his stead.

“Hey, uh, Scott?” Calling out for your brother’s attention, you repeatedly tap on his arm, causing his eyes to fall on you narrowed as the both of you step off his motorcycle. When you meet his eyes, instead of saying anything, you wordlessly point to your left in the direction of the twins, Scott’s expression mimicking your own soon after.

The twins meet your eyes then, a small smirk falling on their lips as the two of them head over to where you and your brother are. While the twins may not have been as bad as the rest of the alpha pack, you still didn’t trust them, as opposed to your brother who you knew was warming up to them, even if just slightly. So, crossing your arms over your chest, you keep your gaze narrowed as Scott speaks up. “You’re back at school?”

“No,” Aiden answers with a shake of his head.

“Just to talk,” Ethan adds, nodding at your brother.

“Oh,” you turn your head over your shoulder at the sound of Stiles, meeting his eyes briefly as he falls next to you. Eyes squinting slightly because of the sun, Stiles rocks on the heels of his feet as he slips into the conversation. You can’t help but think in that moment he looks quite cute. “That’s kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you’re just hurting, maiming, and killing.”

Despite Stiles’ clear insult, the twins keep their gazes on your brother. “You need a pack,” Ethan reminds, “we need an alpha.”

“Yeah, absolutely not,” Stiles refuses, without a second of hesitation. “That’s hilarious though.”

“Besides,” you add with a shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders, pulling the twins’s attention on you. “He already has a pack. Scott doesn’t need you two as much as you need him.”

With a sigh, Aiden doesn’t relent, shuffling forward slightly. “You came to us for help,” he reminds once again, slight desperation peeking in through his tone of voice. “We helped.”

“You beat his face into a bloody pulp,” Stiles argues, shaking his head. “That’s not helping. In my opinion, that’s actually counter-productive.”

“Why would I say yes?” Scott questions, trying to understand. Your lips part as you turn to look at him, your body tense. It might seem wrong, but you’re glad Scott isn’t buying into their act so easily. The twins have a lot more than need to prove before you’ll ever accept them, let alone anyone else.

“We’d add strength,” Aiden begins, “we’d make you more powerful. There’s no reason to say no.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “I can think of one,” you raise a coy brow, “more than one actually–”

“Like the two of you holding Derek’s claws while Kali impaled Boyd.” You turn your head to the right at the sound of Isaac’s voice, finishing off what you’d begun. He comes to a stop next to Scott, arms crossed across his chest as he glares at the twins. You meet his eyes for a moment, nodding – you know, if anyone will back you up, it’s him. “In fact, I don’t know why we’re not impaling them right now.”

“I’d love to help,” you grin sarcastically over at the twins.

Ethan raises his head, his eyes glowing blue and his fangs peeking over his lips as he glares at Isaac. “Wanna try?” The two taking threatening steps towards one another, but before Isaac can even make it farther than a step, Scott’s hand shoots out, grabbing Isaac’s wrists and halting his movements. His gaze slides over to your brother, then you, and with a sigh, you shake your head.

You’d love to do exactly what Isaac mentioned, but you know you can’t now. Not here, in the middle of the school parking lot.

“Sorry,” Scott shrugs, “but they don’t trust you. And neither do I.”

Scott steps forward, forcing the twins to step apart from one another and make room. You move to follow behind, Stiles’ hand falling on your lower back, almost protectively, as he guides you forwards and away from the twins. You can’t help but send a glare up at the two, pushing your way past without a glance back before turning your sights on Stiles, meeting his eyes.

Your meeting gazes linger long than what would be considered platonic before you set your sights back on your brother, cheeks flushed slightly.

Pushing open the school doors, you flinch when you see something fly by your face, just narrowly missing it. You follow the object with your eyes, deciphering it as a roll of toilet paper as it hits Stiles directly in the face, him and your brother jerking back in response as their lips parts.

“All right,” Stiles bellows, groaning slightly as he blinks. “That’s my face!”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing, a small giggle escaping your lips which easily catches Stiles’ attention. His eyes fall on yours and with a mock glare, he snaps; “you think that’s funny, Y/N?”

Grinning, you hide your smile behind your hand; “a little bit.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles chuckles slightly as he turns to Scott, the three of you falling in step with one another. Setting his hands on Scott’s shoulders, Stiles pats him on the chest; “hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good alpha decision.”

“I hope so,” Scott sighs, shaking his head.

“I know so,” you assure, smiling over your brother past Stiles.

The three of you make your way over to Stiles’ locker, you and Scott leaning on either side of Stiles’ locker as he pulls open the door, pulling his textbooks and notebooks out of his back pack. You turn to say something to the both of them until you notice Scott’s attention focused elsewhere, seemingly noticing it the same time Stiles’ does. You meet Stiles’ eyes in confusion, before glancing behind yourself, a grin making it’s way onto your lips when you see exactly what, or should you say who, Scott is looking at.

“What are you looking at?” Stiles questions, pulling Scott’s attention back on the two of you.

“Me?”

“You.”

“He’s looking at Kira,” you smirk, briefly glancing over your shoulder at the girl before grinning knowingly your brother’s way. You notice Stiles pull out a carton of eggs from his bag in the corner of your eye, but choose not to comment on it with a small roll of your eyes. There was more important things to discuss -- like Scott’s crush on Kira.

“What?” Scott exclaims, eyes going wide. “No, i’m-i’m not...”

“You totally were,” Stiles grins, “you like her?”

“No,” Scott answers, a little too quickly. “I mean... uh... yeah, yeah, she’s okay. She’s new.”

“She’s sweet,” you add knowingly, raising a brow Scott’s way. “And she’s cute.”

“Well, uh, I mean...” Scott stammers, his cheeks warming slightly, obviously flustered. “Yeah...”

“So,” Stiles continues, “ask her out.”

“Now?”

Locking his lock, Stiles nods; “yeah. Now.”

“Ooh,” you squeal in excitement, clapping your hands as you follow Scott’s and Stiles’s lead, walking away from the latter’s locker. “Yes, yes, right now.”

“Right now?” Scott asks, obviously unsure.

“Right now,” Stiles nods, once again taking your brother by the shoulders and prepping him up. “Scott, I don’t think you get it yet. You’re an Alpha. You’re the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You’re like the hot girl that every guys wants.”

Odd comparison, you can’t help but think, but, you weren’t going to disagree. Scott needed this encouragement if he ever wanted to ask Kira out.

You turn to Isaac as he walks up to the three you, and you can’t help but let out a tiny giggle at his impeccable timing.

“I’m the hot girl?”

“You are the hottest girl,” Stiles confirms, giving your brother two thumbs up and a reassuring smile before letting his eyes fall on you.

Understanding what he means, you nod, offering a wave Isaac’s way and a grin Scott’s before turning around and heading off with Stiles next to you.

“Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?”

Hastily following behind Stiles, Isaac and Lydia on either side of you, Allison next to Lydia, you listen closely to Stiles as he answers Isaac’s question. You figure, by now, you should be use to the amount of supernatural-related crime and danger that goes on around you and your friends. Yet, each time something new appears, you still feel your heart race madly against your chest.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighs, “and no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome.”

“Did you say flies?”

Halting, you turn your head over your shoulder, turning to look at Lydia only to find yourself surprise when you find her quite a bit away from the rest of you.

“Lydia?”

“All day I have been hearing this sound,” she explains, her eyes falling shut to display her frustration. “It’s like... this buzzing.”

“Like the sound of flies?” Allison questions.

“Exactly like the sound of flies.”

“Scott!”

Taking a sharp right, you ignore Stiles who nearly runs into another kid, rushing to a stop before your brother who turns to you with wide eyes.

“Hey, dude,” Stiles calls, halting to a stop next to you. “Where the hell have you been?”

Before Scott can answer, Lydia falls to your right, her eyes wide; “the police are leaving,” she explains, voice breathless. “Why are they leaving?”

“The police?” Scott asks, brows furrowed in bafflement.

Turning to Stiles, you wait on him for an answer.

“They must have cleared the building and grounds,” he begins explaining, “which means he’s not here.”

“Who?” Scott questions, face scrunching up. “What are you guys...--”

Shaking your head, you gesture to Lydia. “But Lydia heard--”

“He has to be here,” Lydia cuts you off, her voice leaving no room for dispute. “That sound... The buzzing i’ve been hearing? It’s getting louder.”

“How loud?”

“You got it?”

Shuffling forward, you come to a stop before Melissa, peeking into the bag as Scott pulls it open wider. Once you see the hospital gown, what you’d asked your mother to bring, you lean back with satisfaction, a small smile falling on your lips. With this, Scott and Isaac will definitely be able to find Barrow.

Scott moves to takes the bag out of Melissa hands, but before he can pull it completely away, Melissa tightens her grip on it. “Promise me you’ll be careful,” her eyes then slide to yours, “the both of you. I looked right in this guy’s eyes, and it was terrifying.”

“Yeah,” Scott nods, his voice soft. “Okay, mom,” leaning forward, he presses a light kiss against her forehead. “I promise.”

He moves to walk off, and before you follow behind your brother, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around your mother for a short hug. Your face softens at the way her grips tightens on you, even for just a second, making it clear how truly scared she is. Hesitating a moment longer before pulling back, you smile at her reassuringly as your eyes meet hers.

“I gotta go,” you whisper, letting your hands fall by your side. “I’ll see you tonight?”

As you turn, shuffling back the way Scott went, Melissa nods her head; “yeah. See you tonight.”

“So this is how it’s gonna be now? We trust them?”

You face falls at Isaac’s words, peeking around the corner in the dimly lit room. You keep your mouth shut, despite wanting to reply. You’re just as unsure about Scott asking Ethan and Aiden for help as Isaac is, but you don’t speak on it. You trust Scott and his judgement, and you trust Lydia -- so if she thinks that man is in the school, then you need to find him. And you need all the help you can get to do that.

“Just because i’m letting them help, doesn’t mean I trust them,” Scott explains, inching forwards slowly and carefully.

“Yeah, well, I don’t trust them either,” Isaac agrees. “Or like them. In fact, I hate them and just want them to die.”

“Isaac,” you call, your voice sharp,

He turns to you, dumbfounded; “what?”

“Look, you’re not the only one who hates them,” you sigh, carefully shuffling yourself around a shelf. “But... they’re helping us now, so just... play nice alright?”

Isaac sighs, but reluctantly nods.

“Actually,” Scott speaks up, “if Barrow’s actually here and he’s got a plan, you might get what you want.”

Brows furrowed, your eyes follow the back of Scott’s head as he walks forward, ignoring your stare before your glare falls on Isaac who grins happily in response to Scott’s words. Hitting him lightly on the chest, you sigh with a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head before following after your brother.

“What?”

Ignoring Isaac, you continue to walk, not sparing him a glance.

“Did I do something?”

You halt to a stop when the fire alarm suddenly rings, causing you to jump slightly.

Glancing over at Isaac and Scott, it only takes the three of you a moment before you gear into action, running back the way you came.

“We didn’t find anything.”

“Not even a scent.”

Sighing, you come to a stop before Stiles and Lydia, your shoulders falling at Scott and Aiden’s words.

“It’s three o’clock,” Stiles remains, shoulders dropping. “So schools over. If there was a bomb, wouldn’t he have set it off by now?”

“Does that mean everybody’s safe?”

“I don’t know,” Lydia shrugs, and your eyes fall on hers in pity. “I just... I don’t know.”

“What do the different colored strings mean?”

Head in your hands, you pull your gaze off the pile of yarn next to you onto Stiles, meeting his eyes as he turns to face you. “Oh, just different stages of the investigation,” he explains with a shrug of his shoulders, pushing off his wall. “So green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue’s just... pretty.”

You smile slightly at Stiles’ explanation, before letting your eyes wonder across the wall. “What does red mean?”

“Unsolved.”

Squinting your eyes slightly, you blink; “you only have red on the board.”

“Yes,” Stiles huffs, “i’m aware. Thank you.”

Sighing, you move slightly as you’re sat up instead of laying on your stomach, setting your hands in your lap as you mindlessly play with the blue yarn. Stiles is right, it is pretty. “Did you get detention for pulling the alarm?”

“Yup,” Stiles shrugs, “every day this week. It’s okay, though. We were onto something.”

Biting your lip, you glance down at your lap. “Even though we didn’t find Barrow anywhere in the school and we have no idea where he is?”

Stiles, not oblivious to the frown on your face, calls out your name softly as he crouches down before you. He sets his hand on your knee, to which you’re not oblivious to the slight shivers that flow through your body in response as you meet his eyes. With a soft, gentle voice, Stiles stares up at you in concern; “what’s wrong?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh; “I just sometimes feel useless.” Your voice is incredibly quiet, and if Stiles wasn’t so close he probably wouldn’t have heard a word you said. “I mean, Scott and Isaac are able to help because they’re werewolves. Allison has her dad and is a hunter. Lydia’s a banshee. and even if we hadn’t found Barrow, she’s been right every other time something like this has happened. And then you... you’re always coming up with the plans and you always seem to work everything out. Even the twins were able to help more than I was--”

“Hey,” Stiles calls, pulling your eyes back on his as he gently shakes his head. “What are you talking about? You’re not useless, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you just shrug hopelessly.

“I mean, you’re a witch,” Stiles reminds, smiling softly in hopes of lightening your mood. “You can move things with your mind and set fire to things. That screams awesome to me.”

“I’m a witch that doesn’t even know how to control her own powers.”

Stiles surprises you by setting his hand on your cheek, cupping it slightly and growing closer than he had been before. His lips are mere inches away from your own now, and the first thought that comes through your mind is how badly you want to kiss him then and there. To press your lips against his and have him return the intimate action.

You withhold yourself though, in fear of rejection.

“And if you wanted me to, I would go back to that school and search all night just so you could prove yourself, okay?” Stiles offers, and you feel yourself chuckle lightly in response to his words. “But you don’t have anything to prove. Least of all to me.”

Nodding, you smile endearingly Stiles’ way, his hand falling by his side as he takes his green sharpie back into his hand. You move to stand up, pausing though when you see Stiles pause himself, just about to uncap the sharpie. An unreadable expression crosses his features as his eyes widen.

“Stiles?”

“Get up,” he suddenly orders. “Get up now. We’re going to the school.”

Brows furrowed, you move to stand up, listening to his words despite your confusion. Stiles moves to grab something, turning to you before the both of you head out of his room.

“And call Lydia.”

“So, what are we looking for?”

Meeting Lydia’s eyes, you shrug. “Stiles wouldn’t say. He just said we had to come here and that we needed you.”

Brows furrowing, Lydia shrugs but nonetheless complies to your explanation as the two of you turn back towards Stiles, following after him. Your head jerks back in response when he opens the science closet at the back of the chemistry classroom, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“That was... supposed to be locked,” Lydia mumbles, obviously just as confused as you.

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles nods, turning to one of the shelves lined with beakers. “Notice anything else?”

“It smells like chemicals?” You offer, raising a brow.

Pulling out his phone, Stiles turns on the flashlight, crouching before the same shelf in search of something.

Just then, your eyes widen; “wait, they wouldn’t have been able to catch his scent.”

Stiles nods your way, continuing to use his flashlight to search for some kind of proof or clue you could use to help you find out where Barrow went. Just then, the three of you notice traces of blood and some broken glass right by Stiles’ feet.

“He was here,” Stiles whispers, “performing very minor surgery on himself. Lydia, you were right.”

“If I was,” Lydia mumbles, shoulders falling. “Then why don’t I feel good about this?”

“Probably because he was here to kill somebody.”

“But who?” You ask with a shake of your head.

“That’s what we gotta figure out.”

Stepping back, you allow Stiles room to head back into the classroom, before following behind him, Lydia behind you. “I guess... just look for anything,” Stiles guides, leaning forward to search in one of the lab desks. You follow his lead, moving to the corner of the classroom and picking up bottles of chemicals and books, trying to find a clue.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lydia making her way to the front of the classroom. It’s then that you notice the writing on the chalkboard.

“Lydia, what are those?”

“Atomic numbers,” she explains, coming to a stop before the chalkboard.

Coming to a stop next to her, you raise a brow; “is it a formula?”

“Not really. Nineteen’s potassium. Fifty-three’s iodine. Eighty-eight’s radium. The first two make potassium-iodide.” Reaching forward, Lydia grabs a piece of chalk, writing a large ‘K’ next to the number nineteen.

“Potassium’s K?” Stiles asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“From kalium,” you explain, leaning past Lydia to meet his eyes. “The scientific neo-Latin name.”

Then, Lydia writes an ‘I’ next to the Fifty-three.

“What’s radium?”

She writes an ‘R’ next to the eighty-eight and then a ‘a’ following afterwards.

Your eyes widen as you read what Lydia’s just written.

Kira,

Crouching over Scott, you set your hands on his shoulder, trying to ignore the racing of your heart at the bleeding wound on his forehead. It’ll heal, you remind yourself as you hastily shake him awake.

Stiles falls next to your side, Lydia hovering helplessly behind the two of you as you call out Scott’s name worriedly.

“Scott! Scott!”

Slowly, his eyes flicker open, taking a moment before registering on the sight of you, Stiles and Lydia before him. Inhaling sharply, he sets his hands on either side of him, pushing himself up with wide eyes. Looking around, you can see the gears in Scott’s head trying to work out what he last remembers. Then, it clicks. “Barrow,” he gasps, “he took Kira!”

“We know,” Stiles nods, briefly meeting your eyes. “He was after her the whole time.”

“We have to think of something. He’s going to kill her.”

“I knew he was there,” Lydia breathes, eyes wide as she meets your own. “How did I know that?”

“Because you heard the flies, right?”

Eyes wide with hope, Scott shuffles forwards; “what do you hear now?”

Lydia pauses a moment, her eyes distancing as you all fall silent. Then, she sighs; “nothing. I feel like I can do this. But I don’t know what to do. It’s like it’s on the tip of my tongue, and I don’t know how to trigger it. I just...” Sighing, Lydia’s hands run through her hair in distress, shuffling forwards. “I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream.”

“Okay, then scream,” Stiles mumbles, taking a step forward. Your eyes fall on the back of his head in confusion as he continues. “Lydia, scream.”

You flinch, your hands instantly falling to your ears in pain as a high-pitched scream echoes, making it feel like it rumbles the entire earth beneath you. You take a step back from her, bracing yourself, before it all just stops. She inhales deeply, and Stiles sends you a look of disbelief but you can barely focus on it when you see the look in Lydia’s eyes.

She’s on to something.

Looking up, Lydia stares at the street light above you. “It’s not flies,” she mumbles, before spinning, causing the three of you to stumble back in surprise and slight fear. “It’s electricity.”

“Wait a second,” Stiles mumbles, “Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation.”

“What substation?” You ask.

“So, when did you get there?”

“At the same time.”

“At the same time as who?”

“Same time as me,” Scott answers your father’s question, before Stiles has the chance to.

“And me,” you add, feigning a bright smile up at your father. His eyes narrow in your direction for a moment, before sighing.

“By coincidence?” He questions, raising a brow.

“What do you mean coincidence?” Stiles asks in return, leaning leisurely against the couch.

“That’s what i’m asking you,” Rafael huffs, his voice pitching in annoyance. “The three of you arrived at the same time. Was that coincidence?”

“Are you asking me?” Scott questions, face scrunching up in confusion.

“I think he’s asking me,” Stiles offers, but you shake your head.

“He could be asking me,” you remind, glancing briefly at the both of them.

“I think he’s asking the three of you,” Lydia speaks up, raising her brows over at the three of you. You bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning -- sure, maybe the three of you were being incredibly unhelpful, but you didn’t really care. Anything to rile up your father.

“Okay,” Rafael snaps, “let me answer the questions.” He moves to do so, before pausing, catching his mistake upon the looks he receives. “Let me ask the questions,” he corrects, sighing.

You notice Stiles out of the corner of your eye, raising his hand, sending your father a wink of feigned encouragement as Rafael continues.

“Just so I have this absolutely clear,” he begins, eyeing the five of you, including Kira who’s yet to speak. “Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to kill Kira. Then Barrow took Kira to a power substation and tied her up with the intent of electrocuting her, which blacked out the entire town.”

Nodding slowly, you blink; “sounds about right.”

“How did you know he’d take her to a power substation?”

“Well,” Stiles begins, scratching at his forehead absentmindedly, “cause he was an electrical engineer. So where else would he take her?”

Biting your lip, you brace yourself for your father’s response. “That’s one hell of deduction there, Stiles.”

“Yeah, what can I say? I take after my pops. He’s in law enforcement.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at Stiles’ response, even more amused when you hear Noah, who’s sat behind Rafael, snort in response to his son’s words, desperately trying to hide behind the palm of his hand. It doesn’t work, and your father sends Noah a glare as he tries to fix himself, pretending like he was coughing. “Stiles, just, uh... Just answer the man.”

“We made a good guess,” Stiles shrugs.

Rafael then turns his attention on your brother and Kira; “what were you two doing.”

“Eating pizza-”

“Eating sushi-”

You raise a brow at the two of them, watching as they glance at each other with wide eyes before turning back to your father.

“Eating sushi-”

“Eating pizza-”

They’d done the same thing, except reversed.

Inhaling sharply, Scott and Kira start over again, this time speaking at the same time; “eating pizza and sushi.”

Turning his head over his shoulder, Rafael refers to Noah; “you believe this?”

“To be honest,” Noah sighs, “I haven’t believed a word Stiles has said since he learned how to speak. But I think these kids found themselves in the right place at the right time and that girl sitting there is very lucky for it.”

“Kira,” your father calls, “is that how you remember?”

Slowly, the four of you lean forwards, setting your eyes on Kira as she slowly sits upwards, clasping her hands in her lap. “Yes,” she finally answers, voice not all that convincing but enough for Rafael to accept it. “Could I get my phone back now?”

“Sorry, but no.”

“Hey, Kira?”

She halts to a stop before you, her eyes wide as they meet yours. She turns her head over her shoulder, as if to run, but then she sees Stiles and Scott who are looking directly at the two of you, and she realizes she’s trapped.

Sensing her alarm, you take a step forward, setting your hand on her arm. “We don’t have to talk about what happened,” you assure her, sending her a bright smile as she turns to look at you once again. “I just stopped by to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh,” she mumbles, shoulders falling as her cheeks redden slightly. “Yeah, sorry. I, uh... i’m okay.”

“Good,” you grin, lips curving upwards, “just wanted to make sure. You still have my number right?”

Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Kira nods.

“Text me if you ever need anything, okay?” She nods once again, and it’s obvious by how quiet she is that she’s extremely uncomfortable and desperate to get away. You take no insult to it, you can’t imagine how she’s feeling and after what Scott told you... well, you can imagine her being a little jittery. Offering a short wave, you excuse yourself from her side, stepping past her as your eyes fall in the direction Stiles and Scott had been.

You notice, as you make your way over to Stiles, that Scott is gone, probably having headed off to class.

“Hey,” you greet Stiles, falling in step with him. Your lips part though when he hastily takes you by the arm, pulling you to the side and his eyes on something or someone past your shoulder. Your brows furrow as you stare back at him, trying to figure out what had him in such disarray.

“Why were you talking to her?” Stiles suddenly asks, turning to you with concerned but alert eyes.

“Who?” You question. He couldn’t possibly mean Kira.

“Kira!” He exclaims, and it seems you’d been wrong.

Glancing back the way Kira had gone, you shrug your shoulders, incredibly confused. “I was just making sure she was alright,” you explain to Stiles, meeting his eyes. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is we don’t know what she is! She could be dangerous.”

“Stiles--”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

Shoulders falling, you frown at the way Stiles looks back at you. You can’t rightly explain it, but he seems incredibly concerned and frazzled about the entire thing. While you don’t believe there’s anything to be afraid of when it comes to Kira, you relent at the deep worry in Stiles’ eyes as he gazes back at you. “Okay,” you nod, submitting. “I’ll be careful around her.”

Letting out a breath of relief, Stiles nods, his hand letting go of your arm and falling by his side. “Good.”

As he begins to walk forward, you following behind him, though a bit slower, you can’t help but gaze at the back of Stiles’ head in wonder. Part of you understood where he was coming from -- none of you knew exactly what Kira was or if she was trustworthy. But then again, you were a witch, and if need be, you could defend yourself if anything were to happen. And yet, Stiles had seemed so concerned. As if you merely talking to Kira would get you killed and he couldn’t handle the thought of it.

It puzzled you.

“Okay, this one will get you into all the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one’s for my father’s office.”

Raising a brow over at Stiles, Scott speaks aloud the exact question that had been roaming through your mind as he handed your brother and Kira the many cards. “You didn’t steal these, did you?”

“No,” Stiles shakes his head, “I cloned them using the RFID emulator.”

“Stiles,” you call, your voice pitching in panic. “Isn’t that worse than stealing?”

Pausing, Stiles meets your eyes; “it’s smarter.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head, just as Kira pulls Scott aside; “Scott, can I ask you something?”

The two shuffle backwards, and you raise a brow, inside giddy about how close the two have gotten. She was already confiding in him, and you couldn’t help but feel happy for Scott. After Allison breaking up with him, and now with Allison being together with Isaac, you knew your brother had been heartbroken. You hoped Kira could help mend the pieces that had been ripped apart.

Stiles, on the other hand, didn’t seem as giddy about Kira’s secretiveness.

“Okay, i’ll just...”

Snorting, you shake your head. “Let them talk.”

Stiles turns to you, huffing in annoyance, almost like a child. “I just don’t like all the secretiveness.”

You open your mouth to reply, but before you can, Scott and Kira are making their way back over to the jeep where you and Stiles are. Nodding her head at Stiles, Kira silently tells him that they’re ready. “Okay,” Stiles nods, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. “So, now almost everybody’s out dealing with the blackout. But there’s always somebody at the front desk. There’s dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster. All right? Nobody uses it.” You squint, leaning forward until you’re able to see the service door Stiles refers to. “Now, i’ll text you if anyone comes out. But, Scott, if you get caught, I can’t help you.”

Turning to Stiles, you raise a brow.

“My dad’s under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for dead.” Pausing, Stiles then points to you. “Her, too.”

“Wait,” you call, brows furrowing. “No, I can try and help-”

“We’ll both leave you for dead.”

Sighing, your shoulder fall as you shrug helplessly your brothers way.

“Got it,” Scott confirms after a moment, nodding. “Thanks. Seriously, dude.”

“I’d ask my dad, but you know...”

“No, I know. I get it.”

“Okay,” you cut in, leaning forward slightly, “You two should hurry.”

They both nod, shuffling back before turning in the direction Stiles had pointed them to. You and Stiles watch, and you can’t help but gnaw gently on your bottom lip.

Whatever reason Kira needed her phone, and you had a sneaky suspicion it wasn’t the reason Scott had told you, you hope they’re able to get it.

“What’s that?”

Stiles blinks, his eyes leaving the key he’d held up in front of him to meet yours. “Uh,” he starts, his eyes squinting slightly. “In all truth, i’m not really sure.”

Your brows furrow, shifting slightly in attempt to reach out for the key. But, before you can, the sound of a engine catches your attention and you turn your head forwards, your lips parting when you see your father’s car pulling up next to the station, your father then stepping out of the car a moment later.

“Ah, hell.”

Pulling out your phone, you hastily pull open Scott’s messages with you, letting him know that your father is heading into the station. You fidget, antsy for a reply, and letting out a huff when you don’t receive one. “He’s not replying.”

“Okay, i’m so going to regret this.”

Turning towards Stiles, you frown when you notice him moving to open the door. Quickly, you reach forward, setting your hand on his arm, halting his movement. “Stiles, your dad--”

“We gotta help them.”

Your lips part at Stiles words, your grip tightening for a movement before your eyes fall on your father. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help Kira and Scott, because you did, it’s just... Stiles’s dad.

“I know.”

‘Hey, hey. Wow! Thank God you are here. Oh, boy! Thank the lord.”

Stepping back before the door slams on your face, you briefly glance up at your father as Stiles runs into his path before pushing the door open and stumbling in yourself. Rafael glances back at you, confusion flooding his gaze before turning to Stiles. “What do you want?” Rafael questions with a slight shake of his head, turning to you as you come to a stop next to Stiles.

You turn to Stiles, eyes wide as you wait for him to come up with an answer to your father’s question.

“I was just...” Stiles begins, stammering over his words.

“We,” you cut in, leaning towards Stiles slightly as you gesture to him and then yourself. “We were just thinking on the case. And we, um... we thought--”

“We should clue you in on our thinking,” Stiles finishes for you, to which you eagerly nod. “And, uh, here’s our thinking. We were thinking that Barrow, right...---”

Eyes wide, you quickly think of something; “that Barrow received the information about who to kill at the school, right, you know that?” Rafael just stares down at you, unimpressed. “We were thinking that the person who gave him that information, um, check this out---”

“Might actually be someone from the school,” Stiles finishes for you, reaching forward to poke at your father’s chest. You offer a nervous smile as Stiles sighs; “and that’s uh, that’s what we were thinking.”

“Mmm,” Rafael nods, “you two are right.”

Meeting Stiles eyes, you blink. “We are?”

“Yep, we, uh... We started looking for links between Barrow, faculty and students last night.”

“Oh, wow,” you breathe, nodding slowly.

“So you already, then, uh, know that stuff?”

“Hmm.”

Throwing his hands up in the air, Stiles grins; “you already thought of that.”

“Your dad did, Stiles.”

“Oh.”

“His one useful suggestion.”

Your brows furrow at your father’s comment, ignoring the spike of fear that hits you when he swipes his card through the reader to his office. You open your mouth to say something in defense to Stiles and Noah, but before you can, Stiles beats you to it. “Hey, you know, this attitude that you have toward my dad? You can dress it up to all the professional disapproval that you want. But I know the real reason you don’t like him.”

Your body tenses at Stiles’ words.

Chuckling, Rafael raises a brow; “is that so?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, voice quiet with threat. “Because he knows something that you don’t want him to know.” Rafael moves to step past Stiles, but Stiles steps into his path once again. “And guess what. I know it too. I know a lot of things that you don’t want anyone to know.”

You’re not oblivious to the underlying meaning to Stiles’ threat, or the way your father’s eyes meet yours as you shuffle uncomfortably, curling into yourself slightly.

Shuffling backwards, your father swallows nervously. “Go home the two of you. There’s a... there’s a curfew.”

Stiles steps forward, not without sending another glare your father’s way, but you hesitate a moment, clutching at your arm. You hate the way your father stares down at you, before his hand reaches out for you. You sharply pull yourself away from his touch, inhaling sharply as you avoid his eyes. “Don’t touch me,” you growl, curling into yourself further.

Stiles looks back at the sound of your words, stepping forward instantly and setting his hand on your back, gently pushing you in front of him. You don’t miss the way he glares back at your father as you try to ignore the feelings resurfacing in your mind, desperate to get out of the police station.

The moment you’re out, and far away from your father, Stiles turns to you; “hey, i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up--”

“It’s fine,” you cut off gently, sending a small, somewhat feigned smile Stiles’ way. “Let’s just meet up with Scott and Kira.”

Stiles seems reluctant, not oblivious to your clear change in demeanor, but doesn’t argue, wordlessly following behind you.

“We did it. All the pics deleted,”

You stand up straight as Scott and Kira come to a stop before you, pushing the thoughts that hadn’t left your mind to the back as you grin smile down at Kira’s excited expression.

“That was awesome!” She exclaims, her smile brilliant as she laughs. “I mean, terrifying. Completely terrifying... But kind of awesome. I’ve never done anything like that before. Have you?”

Pausing, you turn to Stiles and Scott; “yeah, once or twice.”

“Huh.”

Nodding slowly, Scott turns to Kira; “I guess I should take you home.”

You’re not oblivious to the clear disappointment in Kira’s eyes as Scott turns to you, almost questioningly. Biting your lip, you meet Scott’s eyes. “I’ll be fine,” you assure Scott, “can I, uh, speak to you a moment?”

Scott slightly confused but doesn’t argue nods, and grabbing him by the arm, you pull him back slightly, away from Kira and Stiles. “Take her to the party.”

“Huh?” Scott blinks, brows furrowed.

“Kira,” you explain, rolling your eyes. “Take her to the black light party that the twins are throwing.”

“Oh,” Scott mumbles, “are you sure? Maybe she-”

Slapping him on the shoulder, and ignoring his cry of pain, you shake your head at your brother. “Just do it.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”

You watch Scott walk off with a grin plastered to your lips, only after a moment passes do you head over to Stiles’ jeep. Crawling your way into the passenger seat, you meet Stiles’ gaze with a bright smile on your lips as he raises a brow questioningly your way. “I told Scott to take her to Halloween party the twins and Danny set up,” you explain softly to Stiles. “It’s clear how much he likes her, and she likes him. The two of them just needed a push.”

Stiles chuckles lightly, nodding along to your words until silence falls over the both of you. Part of you expect Stiles to just start the jeep and drive, but an awkward atmosphere falls over the both of you as silence envelops the jeep.

Then, Stiles speaks up; “would you, uh, like to go to the party?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly, your cheeks warming when you realize just how eager you’d seemed. Coughing slightly, tucking a strand loose hair behind your ear in a habit of nervousness and embarrassment, you smile over at Stiles who’s watching you with an unreadable expression. “I mean,” you laugh slightly, “i’d love to.”

“It just showed up there on my key ring this morning. I asked my dad if he put it there but he said he didn’t know anything about it.”

Shuffling behind Kira, you push your way past the crowd of kids all dancing to the blaring music. The four of you, Scott, Kira, Stiles and you, make your way through the crowd slowly and carefully, your eyes adjusting to the neon that seemed to be everywhere.

Derek was so going to kill you if he ever found out about this.

“It’s just a key, right?” Scott asks, his voice raised to be heard over the music.

“Yeah,” Stiles confirms, “but it’s not mine. And I don’t know how it got there or what it’s for.”

“You want to leave so we can figure it out?”

Your eyes widen at Scott’s question. Staring around at Derek’s loft and the kids that all party around you, you realize just then how much you just want to be a kid your age for once. You just want to enjoy Halloween and this party and there’s a specific person you want to do this with. But you can’t if him and Scott leave, which will then lead to you leaving as well.

Too many times have you pushed back what you want because you thought better of it, or because you were too shy to act on your feelings. Too many times have you denied having fun because of the world wind of what you call your life you’d been thrown into. This party wouldn’t last forever and that key could wait until another day before it needed to be figured out.

So, without confidence you don’t know where it came from, you slip your hand into Stiles’. It causes whatever he’d been about to say in response to halt, lips left parted as Scott and Kira look at the two of you in question. You have yours and Stiles’ hand in a position where they can’t see, but you know what you’re about to do they’ll see plainly, but won’t be able to hear.

No longer are you going to hold out on your feelings for fear of rejection or because you’re afraid. And you’re sure as hell not gonna let Kira and Scott’s wandering gazes stop you either, even if the latter is your brother.

Pushing yourself up to the tip of your toes, you move so your lips are directly next to Stiles’ ear, a breath away. “Or we could stay and dance and you could paint my body?”

You smirk as you lean back, watching as Stiles’ eyes widen and his eyes meet yours briefly. You don’t miss the way his cheeks burn red as you take a step back, pulling on his hand.

Turning to Scott, Stiles’ nods; “it can, uh, it can wait.”

Before you even give Scott the chance to reply, you’re pulling Stiles away by the hand, sending Kira a wink and covering the both of you from their gazes within the crowd.

Giggling, you stare up at Stiles as he dances wildly. He might not have the best moves, and in all honesty, he looks quite dorky, but you can’t deny that he looks cute right then and there.

You shuffle in front of him, dancing with him, albeit a little less intensely then he is. The smile still hasn’t faded from your lips, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had fun like this. All thoughts of your father and what had happened earlier at the station have completely left your mind and you find yourself practically bouncing with confidence you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt.

For once, you’re just being a teenager.

Biting your lip, you lean forward, taking Stiles’ hand in your own nervously as his movements gradually slow in anticipation. Meeting his eyes, you spin around, pressing your back up against Stiles’ chest and pulling his arm around your waist. He seems to understand what you mean, and setting either of his hands on your hips, you lightly grind up against him, the music the only thing you’re able to hear as you move your body to the beat.

The two of you continue to do so for a moment longer before you’re spinning in Stiles’ grip once more, tilting your chin upwards to meet his eyes. Stiles still seems quite nervous, and it’s obvious he isn’t actually sure where to put his hands, not wanting to over step his boundaries, but you help guide him.

Setting his hands on your waist, you lean forward, pushing your chest against Stiles own as you lean forward, placing your lips against his left ear once more.

“You still want to paint my body?”

Inhaling sharply, Stiles nods, “y-yes.”

You smirk, stepping back and pulling yourself away from Stiles’ grip as you grab the hem of your t-shirt. Pulling it up and over your head, you leave yourself bare in only your green sports bra to Stiles’ eyes. He stares down at you, and you realize this is the first time Stiles has ever seen in you in this kind of light. It’s obvious that the two of you are past that awkward friendship stage, and you haven’t been oblivious to how close the two of you have grown recently.

But still, goosebumps grow on your arms as you stand there with your hands on either side of your body. Stiles can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

As you meet his gaze once more, Stiles lets out a shaky breath; “wow...”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you swallow thickly. “Well then, paint.”

“Hey, let me see that key.”

“Oh, Y/N, you don’t have-”

“Just hand me the key,” you sigh, grinning lazily over at Stiles with your palm held upwards.

The two of you are sat on Derek’s staircase, your shirt still off, showing off the design Stiles painted on your body. You would’ve kept dancing with Stiles, but the two of you both agreed you needed at least a few moments of rest. And you found, as you sat there, the high from the thrill of it before fading, your mind wondering back to the key that had seemed to confuse Stiles greatly.

Setting it in your palm, your eyes narrow slightly at the bright green finger print plastered on the key. Then, it clicks in your mind; “your key has phosphors on it.”

You turn to Stiles, just then realizing how truly close the two of you are. Your eyes fall on his lips, which are mere inches away from your own. Just like that night in his bedroom, you feel the sudden strong urge to kiss him. Something about the look in Stiles’ eyes tells you he feels the same. You can feel his warm breath tickle your face, and the heat radiating off of his body as the two of you remain gazing back into each other’s eyes.

You hesitate, swallowing nervously, as your gaze continues to flicker back and forth from his eyes to his lips.

Then, suddenly, you’re leaning forward. Your lips are pressed against Stiles’ before you even realize they are. For a moment, panic surges through your body, expecting him to pull back, but Stiles only returns the kiss, pressing his lips against your own with as much force as you had a moment ago. As seconds pass with your lips against one anothers, you feel your confidence grow, causing you to lean up more.

Your hand moves to Stiles’ right cheek, cupping it as his lands on your waist, pulling you closer. Just as the kiss continues to deepen, you raise your other hand, the one that held his key, and Stiles’ suddenly pulls back. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, breathless as you meet his eyes. “But... what are phosphors?”

You ignore the pang of hurt that floods you at the fact that Stiles had pulled away to ask you about the key. It isn’t your place to be upset, when it’s clear how much this key has been upsetting him all day. Still, it doesn’t settle right within you.

“They’re any substance that luminesces,” you explain, meeting his eyes. “It’s in your teeth and fingernails. It’s also in the paint and the makeup that everyone’s wearing. Reacts to the UV light, that’s why it glows.”

Stiles nods, obviously content with your explanation. Meeting your eyes, he raises a brow; “wanna continue...?”

You smile at that, nodding as you lean forward once again, molding your lips against his. This time, the kiss doesn’t last as long as before as Stiles pauses, his lips still pressed against yours until he pulls back, taking the key from your hands. “How’d I get phosphors on my key?”

Your brows furrow at his question; “chemicals,” you explain. “Have you been handling chemicals...?” The words leaves your lips before you’re able to properly assess what you’ve just said. The moment you do, your eyes widen as you turn to Stiles. The name leaves your lips in an echoed whisper; “Barrow...”

Suddenly, Stiles stands up, taking your hand in his and pulling you up along with him to your feet. “We have to get to the school,” he hastily explains, beginning to move towards the crowd once again. “Now.”

You don’t argue, nodding as you quickly reach for your shirt, letting go of Stiles’ hand to pull it over your head. The moment you’re situated, you turn back to Stiles, ignoring the jump of your heart as he once again takes your hand in his own, allowing him to pull you through the crowd and out of Derek’s loft.

It may have ended short, but Stiles had still kissed you. Had still wanted to kiss you. The feelings you’d always thought weren’t reciprocated, seemed to be now.

“Stiles...”

Letting out a shaky breath, you pull your gaze away from the chalkboard to meet Stiles’ eyes. He has the same fear in his gaze that you hold in your own.

The key that had mysteriously landed in his hands was the key to the chemistry room closet and the writing on the board... it was Stiles’ writing.

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