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Prophets
(1.4k words, no tws, read it here or on my ao3)
But other than the maths of the situation, thereâs another nagging thought that tugs at Tubbo's attention, even as Tommy stumbles over the door jam, cursing up a storm, looking far too bouncy for his last day.
Heâs seen this before.
With twenty-one hours and counting down until Tubbo sends his best friend to his death, Tubbo reflects on the choice he's going to make and the nagging feeling that he couldn't have prevented it. Meanwhile, Tommy is thinking eerily of the same thing. It's been a year since this stream broke my heart, and I'm going to make it everyone else's problem.
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Seven hundred and fifty-eight. Twenty-one. Approximately thirty, but who really knows. Two.
Tubbo runs the numbers over in his head. Numbers are good. They make sense, theyâre reliable: when everything else is going to shit, when heâs living in a nightmare, numbers can be relied upon to always provide the truth. So, making the last bed Tommy will ever sleep in, Tubbo runs over the numbers again.
Seven hundred and fifty-eight fitful nights since the Manberg Festival. Twenty-one hours (though creeping uncomfortably close to twenty) until Tommy dies. Approximately thirty people theyâre going to save.
And two. Two people left he cares about.
His son, with his rosy cheeks and eyes so bright - as if theyâve never seen the scarring flash of a firework or been kept warm by the heat of a burning nation. His innocent, undamaged, toddler son, currently tucked away with Techno & Phil in the tundra, where heâll be safe in the case that anything goes very wrong tomorrow. Which it wonât, because the numbers make sense.
And Tommy.
He weighs two against thirty, twenty-one against seven hundred and fifty-eight. Mathematically, the answer is simple. Save the server.Â
Lose Tommy.
But itâs not so simple, is it? Tubbo is dimly aware as he checks on a stew bubbling on the stove, toes and heart numb, that heâs facing an imitation of the trolley problem. Leave the train running, and Dream and Punz kill everyone on the server. Flip the switch, and their enemies (and Tubboâs best friend) roll right into a waiting nuclear bomb.Â
Save the server. Kill your best friend.
Again.
But other than the maths of the situation, thereâs another nagging thought that tugs at his attention, even as Tommy stumbles over the door jam, cursing up a storm, looking far too bouncy for his last day. Or perhaps appropriately bouncy. Tubbo wouldnât know, but Tommy would.
Heâs seen this before.
Iâm going to spend the rest of my life waiting for you, he wants to say, because thatâs another undeniable truth. Let not third time be the charm: even though heâll know it canât be true, Tubbo knows there will always be a part of him that just expects Tommy to⌠turn up someday. Walk âround a corner in the new town he might build. Come stumbling across him somewhere out there in the bright, big world.
Itâs not fair: truth three. Itâs not fair. None of this is fair, nothing has ever been fair to them. The steam curling off the crockpot on the stove brushes against his scar.
Right. Seven-hundred and fifty-eight.
He canât remember when it started. Somewhere in the mess of definitely-not-painless-and-colourful sparks, wither screams and the trembling of the earth, there was a single speck of blackness in all that light. After dreaming of his second death a hundred times, he started to look into the blazing light, and found it to be masking darkness. So he reached for it. He followed it. He built weapons of mass destruction, made impenetrable fortresses, dug into the earth following the promise of oblivion. Of nothing.
There was a moment, on his arrival to the crater of the original nuke test, when heâd seen a figure at the edge of the crater. The shadow was counting.
Counting down.
After the nuke test, his nightmares changed. Theyâd always been full of explosions - fireworks, countries, withers - but with the advent of Project Dreamcatcherâs success, they became pseudo-apocalyptic. Tubbo had always chalked it up to obvious anxieties (he stole his own nuke for a reason, yâknow) but in the past few hours, a chilling thought occurred to him that wonât leave him alone.
In some of his more recent dreams, he stands at the edge of the world, looking out over a crater that stretches farther than the horizon. There is not a speck of a living thing around, and without a doubt he is alone. Those were the nicer ones. Some of the nightmares were just loud bangs, bright flashes and a cloud of debris and poison a hundred miles high.
Heâd imagined the moment of a crucial launch so many times. A triumphant, even victorious feeling. Check-fucking-mate.
Looking at Tommy, falling onto the sofa with a contented grunt, he canât imagine heâll feel that tomorrow. The ticking of the clock yanks him away from his old visions. He moves to sit beside Tommy.
Twenty hours to go.
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Tommy remembers how it felt, last time. The weightlessness, the empty mind grasping for something tangible to hold onto and finding nothing, the feeling of being ripped apart and reassembled like a wayward toddlerâs least favourite toy.Â
Tommy wonât admit it, would rather march off to the prison right now than admit it, but heâs scared. This time, Wilbur wonât be there. Bastard, he thinks, grimacing, couldnât even stay dead for me.
He remembers the last time he saw Wil; on that fucking beach with the boat and the book. Heâll never forget the look on Wilburâs face when he started crying, that uncomfortable halfway between resolute to go without looking back and almost staying for him. Maybe if heâd started crying sooner, he wouldâve stayed. Or maybe that wouldâve made him leave faster.
At any rate, he doesnât have to worry about forgetting any of it. Not while alive, at the very least. Since the revive book will be out of commission, heâs staying in limbo for a while longer than thirteen years. A thought occurs: a horrible impression that sends a shiver down his spine. He wonât have Wilbur to talk to this time, but he might well have Dream and Punz. He shuffles closer to Tubbo instinctively, pushing the thought away.
The book. The other thing he can never forget. Itâs gone now, ash on the prison floor likely, but the words within will never leave him. It almost makes him laugh to remember. The last words heâll ever get from Wilbur, and they were that.
âTommy,â the book read.Â
âDo you remember when we were dead together? I told you I knew how far away the end of the known universe was. I may have been being a little dramatic (so unlike me, I know), but my point kinda still stands. I said it was 186,000 or so days away. Thatâs not that many, really, already, but I was thinking about it a little while ago and I realised I had been counting in limbo days. 620 days.Â
Tommy, on November 13th, something really bad is going to happen. Itâs part of the reason I knew it was time for me to go home. Hopefully this is enough warning for you. Gather up the things that matter to you - your discs, your pictures, Tubbo - and get as far away as possible. Please trust me on this. Whateverâs coming - it was fuzzy even in limbo, but itâs big and itâs powerful and itâs not good and itâs going to destroy everything you know. It scares the shit out of me, a little bit, if Iâm honest.
Iâm sorry for leaving. I hope you understand. Stay safe, yeah?
Wilbur.â
Tommy gazes at his best friendâs face, less than a foot from his own, eyes lightly lidded as he dozes. The hand clutched in his built the rocket thatâs shortly going to end his life. The boy beside him will be the harbinger of this worldâs ultimate destruction.
Tommyâs proud of him, in a weird way.
Yes, Wilbur, I do remember you saying that in limbo, he wants to reply. I thought you were just trying to scare the shit out of me. Anyway, I canât leave. I have people I have to save. Be the hero everyone always told me I was going to be. Are you proud of me? This is the only way we win. Tubbo gets to grow old with his son this way. Your father and your baby nephew get to live this way. And I donât have to deal with any more grey hairs or aching limbs this way. I think Iâm the lucky one.
Tears prick his eyes and he blinks them away as he presses his face into Tubboâs hair - which smells very, very faintly floral - listening to his best friend breathing, pulling him back to earth for just a few more hours.
I think I saw it coming too. I think we all did. Iâm sorry. I hope you understand.
Tommy closes his eyes, snuggles down into Tubboâs arms and draws in a long, deep breath. Selfishly, on the plus side, heâll never have to live without his best friend.
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#dream smp#dsmp fic#crim writes#tommyinnit#tubbo#wilbur soot#clingy finale#dsmp finale#guys. i'm still not over them. in case you hadn't noticed from the everything else#this has been ping-ponging around my head for the best part of a year. as has everything else i've been writing this month#nano is going great. i need to have a good cry#also it's half 1 in the morning and i am not looking forward to trying to get up for classes tomorrow but there we are#enjoy!! i love clingy to the ends of the earth
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Tentacles Under The Bed - Part 3
[NSFW | 18+]
Characters: gn!tentacle monster x f!reader
Content: tentacles, eldritch monster
A/N: Here is part 3 at last! It started to get a bit long so I decided to break it up into 2 parts. This one is just fluff (no smut), but don't worry, I am posting part 4 with more tentacle shenanigans at the same time so you won't have to wait!
Since it fits, I'm also tagging this for #10 Tentacles from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]
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The next morning you wake to the bright sunlight streaming through the open window of your bedroom. Blinking open groggy eyes, you stretch your sore muscles with a groan. You smile to yourself at the memories from last night as you admire the bright red circular marks that cover your skin. You realize then that the tentacle monster is no longer holding your hand.
Leaning over the side of your bed, you peer under it but thereâs nothing there. You sigh in disappointment and get up to grab some clothes from your closet. Just as you finish pulling them on, a soft rustling sound comes from behind you and you turn in excitement.
To your delight, you see a few tentacles peeking out from under your bed, gently feeling around on the sheets as if looking for you.
âYou came back!â You exclaim as you rush over to it.
âOf course, my sweet. I will never leave you,â its deep, cosmic voice echoes in your head. Before you have a chance to wonder at its statement, it continues, âDid you rest well?â
âYeah.â A small smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, âThank you.â Biting your lip, you tentatively ask, âWillâŚwill you come out so I can see you?â
The monster is quiet for a beat before saying, âI do not want to scare you.â
How bad could it really be?Â
âI wonât be afraid, I promise.â
âI am not like your kind or anything that lives in this dimension.â
This dimension? Now youâre really curious, but you decide to table those questions for later in favor of coaxing this monster out from under your bed.
âI know,â you say as you take a step forward. Youâve already jumped way past the line of sanity by letting it fuck you with its tentacles so you might as well dive into the deep end at this point. âBut youâve seen all of me and I want to see all of you in return.â
It doesn't say anything for several moments and you wait patiently. âVery well,â it finally replies.
You watch with bated breath as the tentacles begin to slide forward. Soon there are dozens spilling from beneath your bed, squirming and writhing as a massive shape begins to form. Within moments, the monster has fully emerged and is looming over you, nearly blocking out the light from the window.
You gape in awe at the creature before you. Amidst the sea of tentacles that writhe from every side, is an amorphous, dark mass. You canât quite tell what itâs made of but it looks almost like goo. When you take a step closer to get a better look, you can see that the surface is not actually black, but rather a deep shade of dark purple. The color appears to shimmer in the daylight as it gently undulates under your gaze. You also notice that itâs slightly transparent since you can make out the faint outline of your desk behind it.
As you stare at the creature, trying to drink in all the details, the tentacles begin to shift along its body so that a blank space forms on the side thatâs facing you. Without warning, dozens of eyes suddenly blink open in front of you and you yelp in surprise. When a wide slit appears below the eyes, revealing two rows of black, razor sharp teeth, your breath catches in your throat and you take a half step back.
The tentacles droop at your reaction. âSee? I told you that you would not like what you saw.â
âNo!â You hurry to explain, âI was just startled, thatâs all.â
âI will change my form to better suit your liking.â
You watch in fascination as the tentacles begin to melt into the dark mass until they are all gone. The eyes and mouth close and disappear as well. Its body then begins to morph, rippling and shuttering as it reforms into a roughly humanoid shape. Amazingly, the surface also flickers as the color lightens to a soft pink.
Two of its eyes blink open again in the approximate location of where human eyes would be. Except that one of the eyes is a bit too low, looking as if itâs melting off. The mouth also reappears, much smaller this time, but still with the same deadly teeth. When the monster stretches its mouth wide in a gut-churning imitation of a smile, you grimace.
Now this is utterly terrifying.
Swallowing the bile thatâs trying to climb up your throat, you manage to choke out, âNoâno thatâs ok. I like your normal form just fine.â
âAre you sure? Would this not make you more comfortable?â
âIâm sure,â you say with a pained smile. âYou can change back.â
âVery well then.â
You sigh in relief when the monster quickly shifts back to its original shape. When it first appeared, you thought it was beautiful in its own way, with its shimmering surface and gorgeous dark purple color. But now, after seeing the monstrosity of its âhumanoidâ version, you find that you quite like its true form.
âMuch better,â you say with a genuine smile this time. Your grin only widens when it wriggles in obvious pleasure at your words.
âHey, whatâs your name, by the way?â You ask, realizing you never actually had a proper introduction.
âI am called *garbled noises*â
Whatever name it just gave you is completely unintelligible to you. âUmmâŚsorry, what?â
It repeats the same unintelligible noises again and you wince, knowing it will be impossible for you to grasp, let alone repeat. âI uhâI donât know if I can pronounce that. But the beginning kind of sounds like âKarlâ. Would it be alright if I called you that?â
âYouâyou would give me a name?â It asks in a stunned tone.
Worried that you may have offended it, you try to backtrack a little, âI donât have to! Only if youâre ok with it, I mean. I justââ
âI would be honored to be named you,â it interrupts you, its voice reverent.
Sighing in relief, you grin. âOk then. Itâs nice to meet you, Karl.â
âKaaarrrlll,â it says, dragging out the sounds as if testing them out. âI shall be Karl from now on. Thank you very much for this gift, I will cherish it for eternity.â
Reaching out a tentacle towards you, Karl curls the end into a ball and holds it there. You stare down at it in confusion, blinking a few times. âWhatâŚwhat are you doing?â
âIs this not what humans do in greeting?â Karl replies, reaching down to grab your opposite arm with a tentacle. It wraps around your hand, manipulating it until your hand is in a fist. Then Karl lightly taps its balled up tentacle against your closed fist and says, âSup, bro?â
You continue to stare in utter confusion for a moment until it dawns on you that Karl just tried to fist bump you and you burst out laughing.
âWhat is so amusing?â It asks in a mildly affronted voice. âI have seen many humans greet each other this way. The ones who throw around the big orange ball do this a lot.â
âThatâs notâŚâ you try to reply through wheezing gasps but youâre still laughing too hard. After a minute, you finally settle down and catch your breath. âIâm sorry, Iâm not laughing at you. Itâs just⌠thatâs how friends might greet each other.â
âAre we not friends?â
âWellâŚâ you hesitate. âWe could be. But since weâŚUh... Since we were intimate⌠Thatâs not how lovers would greet each other.â You manage to stumble through your explanation, hoping Karl understands what youâre trying to say.
âAre weâŚâ it pauses, as if mulling over the word, âlovers?â
âI mean, I guess?â You hedge, not quite meaning for it to come out as a question.
âAnd how do lovers greet each other?â
Laughing awkwardly, you rub the back of your neck. âTheyâŚwould kiss each other.â You can feel your cheeks flaming at the thought. This monster literally fucked you senseless twice and here you are, blushing like a school girl at the thought of kissing it.
âKiss?â
Oh gods. Your cheeks manage to grow even hotter. Taking a step closer so that youâre only a few inches from Karl, you take a deep breath.
âYeah, like this,â you say as you lean in and place a soft kiss on its now closed mouth.
Karl is quiet for a moment before demanding, âDo it again.â
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I don't know if you're accepting writing requests, but I thought about it just now.
I don't know if you know that people are talking about Sebastian's âpossible returnâ in 2025 with Mercedes. So I thought you could write part 3 of "a shared story"? Sort of like if the two of them came back, their son appeared. Anyway, it's up to you to write, that's all that came to mind.
A SHARED HISTORY: THE RETURN| S.VETTEL
Pairing; Sebastian Vettel x Wife!driver!reader
Summary; With the news of Lewis moving to Ferrari in 2025, the formula one world is in chaos and Mercedes is left to find a driver, why not ask their for their best to return?
Warnings; Lewis is perceived as a bit of a dick.
F1 Master List , Part 1, Part 2
When something was a constant in your life for so long it was hard to part with the routines that came with it which is why Y/N found herself in her and Sebâs home gym at five in the morning even over a year after retiring and only a few months after having a baby.
It was working well in her favour though because with the addition of the working out she did during her pregnancy she pretty much had her body back the way it was pre-baby.
She was scrolling through her phone to try and find a song to start her workout with when she got a notification from her f1 app and her face dropped as she clicked on it.
LEWIS HAMILTON TO JOIN FERRARI IN 2025
The message filled her screen as she simply stared in shock.
Workout forgotten, Y/N turned around and ran up the stairs. "Seb."
She jumped on their bed and aggressively shook him, "Sebastian, wake up!" She whisper shouted, not wanting to wake the baby. "Sebastian!"
He turned his head over to look up at her with half-closed eyes, "what time is it?" He muttered.
"Who cares? Lewis is moving to Ferrari."
That woke him right up, he pulled the top half of his body into a sitting position and forced his eyes fully open, looking at Y/N in disbelief. "What?"
"Itâs everywhere, heâs driving for them in 2025."
Seb continued to look at her in shock, "Is he okay? How could he be so stupid?"
His words struck something within Y/N, knowing how rough her husbands time at Ferrari had been, how she had watched his demeanour shrink throughout the years he spent there, how guilty she felt winning near enough every race whilst the love of her life felt like he was getting nowhere.
It also caused her to think about Lewis himself and the things he had said about his team last season, as though Mercedes hadnât made him who he was and now he was leaving after one particularly rough season. "Apparently he only told the team two days ago," she muttered.
"No," Seb uttered, not believing that Lewis would tell the team only two days before the entire world knew. "Poor Carlos," he added, knowing how Ferrari treated their drivers when they had found a replacement for them.
"Youâd think Lewis wouldnât have taken that seat considering he knows how toxic that environment is, I hope he doesnât think heâll be number one driver just because of his experience," Y/N thought aloud.
"Heâll be very disappointed if thatâs what he does think," Seb scoffed, the resentment he felt towards Ferrari breaking through, it was hard not to with not only the way they treated him but the way the fans did too. Their refusal to accept that he was in fact not the problem but itâs in fact the poor communication and leadership within the team.
"I think Iâll ring Toto later, itâs four am in England right now, I doubt heâd be impressed if I rang him now." Y/N smirked.
Sebastian smiled "Heâll probably be up with the news being released."
Y/N hummed in agreement before reaching up to push Sebâs hair back from his forehead, "Iâm going to go start this workout before Ansel wakes up, you can go back to sleep, sorry for waking you," she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.
"Itâs okay, liebe." Sebastian laid back down and watched Y/N walk out the their bedroom, there was no chance he was going back to sleep now that sheâd woken him up but she didnât have to know that.
Later in the day.
"Hi, baby!" Y/N cooed to her son who she held in up in the air, loving the loud uncontrollable giggles that he let out. In the past two and a half months he hasnât lost those beautiful blonde curls he got from Sebastian, bright white coils sprouted in every direction and with his bright blue eyes, baby Ansel would no doubt be a heartbreaker when he was older.
She laid him back down on the floor and tickled his belly, enticing another round of laughter to burst from him. "God I love you so much, youâre so cute."
"Liebe?" Seb walked into the living room with her phone in his hand.
"Yeah, who is it?" Y/N paused her tickling and allowed Ansel to catch his breath.
"Toto," her brows shot up in surprise at Sebastianâs response, she didnât have to give him a call after all. "Iâll watch him whilst you speak to him," Seb handed her the phone before picking Ansel up from the floor with an over dramatic grunt and leaving the room.
Y/N places the phone against her ear, "Hello?"
"Y/N! Hi, how are you doing?" Totoâs thick Austrian accent sounded through the phone.
"Iâm doing amazing, Iâd ask you the same question but Iâve seen the news and I canât imagine youâre doing great," she sympathised.
"Itâs been chaotic to say the least," Toto replied honestly, "I only found out two days ago and I was surprised if Iâm being honest."
"He only told you two days ago as well?" Y/N was surprised. "I saw that he told the team two days ago but I thought he wouldâve told you sooner."
"I thought he would have too but he didnât, Iâm going to be straight with you, Y/N, I am calling for a particular reason."
Y/N stared at the blank wall in front of her, curious as to what he mightâve called for. "Go onâŚ"
"Have you done much training or simulator work since retiring?" Toto asked absentmindedly.
His question shocked her into silence for a moment before replying. "I trained all throughout my pregnancy and Iâve still been training, Iâve cut back on the neck training but other than that itâs remained the same really and Iâve done a bit of simulator work but not much, I havenât really found the time to keep that up."
"I understand, youâve probably been very busy with a newborn, it can be hard," Toto said understandingly.
"I think weâve been lucky to be honest, Anselâs quite calm."
"Iâm going to be blunt here," Toto told her, "what do you think of becoming a seven time world champion?"
Y/N froze completely at his question.
She knew what he was asking but she just couldnât allow that idea to simmer in her mind, not when it had taken her so long to become content without racing in her life. "I have a son to take off."
"I know," Toto responded, "and I would never ask you to give that up, I understand completely how he is your number one priority, you have a family to take care of and I donât expect you to put racing above your family but Y/N, you are the best driver Mercedes has ever had and I donât believe youâve accomplished everything you could."
"Thatâs a very big ask, Toto," Y/N released a heavy breath.
"Itâs for 2025, you can sit on it until half way through the season but I can promise you if you agree, it will be a championship winning car." The confidence in Totoâs voice was impossible to miss.
"Youâve already started designing it, havenât you?" She mused.
"Yes, we arenât taking any chances of losing in 2025, we want you back Y/N, we didnât want you to leave in the first place. George is a great driver but heâs only been with us one season and he is not number 1 driver ready yet."
"Iâll think about it but I am not promising anything," she iterated, wanting him to acknowledge that the chances of her returning were very very slim.
"Iâm glad youâre at least considering it, take as long as you need," Toto repeated his earlier words and Y/N ensured she would be taking all of the time she was given before they bid their goodbyes.
As the call ended, Y/N felt a heavy wait in her chest, the idea of returning to formula one hadnât even crossed her mind because she never thought the opportunity would even arise and her and Seb were making their family, the family they always wanted.
She pushed the idea out of her mind and pulled herself up from the floor, she walked into the kitchen and began looking through the fridge for ideas on what to make her and Seb for lunch.
"What did he want?"
Y/N jumped and snapped her head to the doorway where Seb was stood, holding a sleeping Ansel against his chest. He frowned at her reaction because she wasnât one to be easily frightened.
"Uhm," Y/N cleared her throat and closed the fridge. "He was just asking how we were and telling me about the whole Lewis situation, the parts the media didnât know."
Her response set off alarm bells in Sebastianâs mind that made him thing there was something else, something she hadnât been anticipating. "Anything else?" He asked,
Y/N swallowed and looked down at the floor, she could never lie to him about anything but especially not something this big. "He, uhm, he asked me to come back. He wants me to drive for Mercedes again."
Sebastianâs hands subconsciously tightened around Anselâs body at the news, he stood frozen in the doorway with a blank face as he processed what that could mean. "Wow," it was the only word that expressed what he was feeling right now.
Y/N scoffed out a laugh and nodded. "Yeah."
The lost look on her face tugged at Sebâs heart and he stepped across the threshold into the kitchen and walked closer to her. "Would you want to?" He asked in an almost whisper.
Y/N shrugged weakly. "I have no idea," she replied honestly. "When I retired, I felt lost and I thought that feeling would never leave and I convinced myself I had made the worst mistake I could ever make. I had everything, I was still at the height of my career and to suddenly not be racing anymoreâŚ. It was hard, you know that, but then Ansel was born and this new life we have made it all worth it to me. I accepted I wouldnât be going back but now Toto is literally holding out that seat in the palm of his hand and i donât know what to do."
Sebastian adjusted Ansel so he was holding him in one arm and wrapped the other around Y/Nâs shoulder, pulling her into his body. She rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around her boys, smiling as Seb pressed a kiss to her head. "How long do you have before you need to make a decision?" He asked.
"Until about halfway through the season, I told him Iâd probably need every bit of that time," Y/N muttered before looking up at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
Sebastian smirked, "you just did," he teased causing her to roll her eyes. "Go on." He added seriously this time.
"Would you be okay with it if I did say yes? Iâm not saying I want to but I definitely wouldnât if you want things to stay how they are, without all of the travelling."
It was one of the things that truly made their marriage work, they both understood that it was in fact a partnership and would never agree to something that the other person wasnât a hundred percent on board with.
He thought about her question for a moment before answering. "I didnât retire because of the travelling, I retired because I wasnât enjoying it anymore. I wasnât meant to be a midfield or back of the field driver and thatâs the only place I ended up. If you find that you do want to return then Ansel and I will follow you."
The two of them left the conversation there, not speaking of it anymore for the next couple of weeks as Y/N didnât want to stress herself with feeling the need to make a decision as quick as possible.
February 2024
"OH FUCK OFF!" Y/N groaned loudly the minute she saw Danica Patrick appear on the screen.
Sebastian tilted his head back against the sofa and laughed at her reaction.
They werenât even half way through the first episode before she showed up onto the screen and YN wasnât impressed to say the least. "Why the fuck is she here?"
"She wants to tell everyone what the mindset of an f1 driver is like," Sebastian teased and YN scoffed.
"Oh yes please, let this woman who knows nothing about f1 tell me how I felt when I was in that car for fifteen years. I mean, if they want a woman, ask Susie!"
"I doubt sheâd say yes after last year." Sebastian snorted.
"Yeah, thatâs true," YN agreed, reaching for the remote to skip until Danica was no longer on the screen.
2nd March 2024
In case Y/N did choose to return to formula one in 2025 she had returned to her full training and diet so that she would have as much preparation as possible which was why the coffee table was filled with healthy snacks, much to Sebâs dismay, as the pair of them snuggled up on the sofa with a now four month old Ansel between them, ready to watch the first race of the season.
The entire weekend her eyes hadnât left the W15, it hadnât surprised her that they had incorporated part of the iconic silver design that Mercedes was famous for since it was Lewisâ last season. She had watched the launch of the car and it felt awkward for her, knowing that Lewis was leaving made it feel tense but that couldâve just been her imagination.
The RedBull was a rocket which wasnât surprising after their success last season, she doubted they had changed much, they hadnât needed to but what was fascinating was how the W15 didnât seem so bad in comparison, George was driving that car as if they were one.
Now being able to see the improvement from last year, the confidence she heard in Totoâs voice for next year made sense to her. She believed him in his promise that next years car would be capable of earning her a seventh title and sheâd be lying if she said she wasnât now tempted.
"Itâs looking good," Sebastian commented lightly, subtly side eying her.
"Yeah it is," She replied, her eyes not leaving the tv screen as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
A month later
Sebastian apprehensively walked into the living room, smiling at the sight of Y/N lying on the sofa with Ansel asleep against her chest, her hands resting on his back protectively.
She looked up at the sound of his light footsteps and smiled before noticing the wary expression on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"
Sebastian swallowed thickly. "Youâre not going to believe thisâŚ."
Y/N rose a challenging brow, "yeah? Try me."
"Christian just called."
"Horner?"
Sebastian nodded, walking over and sitting on the sofa by Y/Nâs feet. "He isnât resigning Perez next year, heâs offered me a seat."
If it wasnât for the seriousness of the conversation, the look of shock on Y/Nâs face wouldâve been laughable. "Seriously!?"
Sebastian nodded and Y/N let out a small laugh, "Wow," she whispered. "Do you want it?"
"I donât know," he replied honestly. "I understand the pressure you feel under now, to make a decision. I asked if I could think it through, I also have till mid season to give an answer."
His words caused her to smile as a memory flickered through her mind.
"Seb and I entered formula one together and it feels right to leave it together too, it's great knowing that we quite literally went through the entire thing with each other"
The pair of them had never driven in formula one without the other, if they both returned then that connection between the two of them would remain too. It was a beautiful connection that meant a lot to Y/N for a reason she couldnât really think of.
She didnât want to lose that.
That one flicker of a memory had solidified her decision in a mere second.
"If you were in that RedBull would it return your drive and passion for racing?" She asked softly.
Seb set his eyes on his sleeping son for a moment as he thought about her question before returning his gaze to hers. "I think it would."
"Would it ignite a hunger for a fifth title?"
"Yes," Sebastian answered immediately and Y/N smiled.
RedBull was an important part of their careers, it was where she had started out and won her first title and it was where Seb had achieved all of his records and titles.
"I think you have your answer, Seb. You just havenât convinced yourself itâs real."
Three months later, Austria đŚđš (30th June 2024)
Sebastian and Y/N walked through the Spielberg paddock, a seven month old Ansel was attached to Sebastianâs chest in a baby carrier, his face covered from the cameras with a hat.
They waved to the fans as they walked by but didnât stop to speak or take photos because they had places to be, they entered the pits and walked past eight team garages, parting once they reached the Mercedes garage, Sebastian continued towards RedBull.
Toto Wolff, the man she was looking for, was standing in the entrance and seemingly waiting for her.
Y/N walked up to him with a cheeky smile on her face and stood beside him in silence, the pair of them looking inside of the garage to where the mechanics were working on the car.
"You werenât lying to me," she eventually spoke, keeping her voice quiet from prying ears.
Toto looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, not understanding what she meant.
"The car," she explained. "Itâs going to be worthy of a title, isnât it?"
She wasnât talking about the car in front of her, she was talking about the W16, the one that hadnât been built yet.
"Yes," he responded surely.
"Okay," she nodded, only now removing her eyes from the car to look him in the eyes. "Well, I want to look over your numbers and speak to the designers because I will not be driving a car that looks like a four year old picked it out and I get to choose how the news is released."
She watched as the realisation slowly took over his features, the shock that riddled his face would forever be ingrained into her mind. "Seriously?" He asked, voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope.
"Unless youâve found someone else?" She asked teasingly, knowing he most certainly hadnât and even if he had, he wanted her more.
Toto quickly shook his head as a smile grew on his face, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Y/Nâs waist, lifting her feet from the floor as he took her into a bear hug, the pair of them laughed as he spun her round once in utter joy before setting her back down.
No doubt the media would soon be filled with suspicions and theories about what their conversation had been about and what she had said that had caused Totoâs overly happy reaction.
Just over a month later (beginning of August 2024)
With both Sebastian and YN now giving Toto and Christian the verbal agreement that they would drive for Mercedes and RedBull in 2025, it caused for both them and Ansel to make the move back to their property in England.
The summer break had now begun so it was the perfect time for them to sign their contracts and go through all of the necessary things to get prepared for next season and to get back into the swing of things.
This included deciding on when to announce the information of their return.
Both Sebastian and Y/N had given Christian and Toto the conditions that they wanted the news of their return to be together which meant a combined photoshoot and social media post from both Mercedes and RedBull teams.
It also meant that the two team principals and their heads of social media needed to work together to come to a compromise that everyone was happy with for the release.
They werenât very happy having to work so close together but both were eager for their star drivers back that they pushed through.
It also meant that both teams were holding a shared secret about the other team.
As of right now the only people that knew Sebastian and Y/N Vettel were returning to Formula One were Christian, Toto and each teams head of social media, and family of course.
As neither team principal wanted to step into enemy territory, it left the announcement photoshoot to happen in the Vettel household.
The pair of them were stood in their living room in front of a black backdrop with their race suits on and since they didnât have their 2025 helmets yet, they used the helmets they retired with.
Both their visors were up as they rested their foreheads against each other and stared into each otherâs eyes with serious looks on their faces, preparing to show to the world that they were back and they werenât playing around.
"Just cause you have your good luck charm back doesnât mean youâll be able to catch up to us."
Y/N and Seb rolled their eyes simultaneously,
"Youâve gotten very cocky after a short lucky streak, get to seven in a row and then weâll start talking." Toto didnât hesitate in replying.
"How about instead of comparing cock sizes, you two can figure out a date that we launch this news because you still havenât came to an agreement." Y/N smiled sarcastically causing Sebastian to laugh at the way they promptly shut up.
"Great. If I have to listen to you two go at it next year then I will whip both your arses, got it?"
The two team principles nodded at her words so she turned back to Sebastian, who was looking at her in amusement, so that they could continue with the photos.
November 2024
It was Anselâs first birthday today and you and Seb were refusing anything formula one today, the entire day was for your son and you both would give him every bit of your attention.
You and Seb were still 100% serious that he came above everything else and you both would remain stern on that, both Christian and Toto understood that yours and Sebastianâs conditions were that your son came first and that was the only reason you agreed to return.
Ansel didnât at all understand the purpose of a birthday or opening presents so it left you and Seb to open his gifts but he did have the time of his life playing with all of his new toys.
Y/N still couldnât believe this was her life. Sebastian and Ansel were her everything and to think if Christian Horner out of all people hadnât taken a chance on her that she wouldnât be where she is now is crazy and now she had been given the opportunity to return to the sport that had young drivers lining up to be a part of, she knew how lucky she was and she would never take it for granted.
December 2024, Abu Dhabi
If there was one thing that Christian and Toto had in common it was their flare for dramatics, both wished for the news of the Vettelâs returning to take the world by storm and so they were announcing it the day of the last race of the season which was in two days.
Barely any of the team even knew, George now did which he was thrilled about but Toto didnât want to tell Lewis the news, Y/N thought he was feeling a bit petty and still a bit hurt from how long it took Lewis to tell him about him moving to Ferrari and just wanted to maybe get one up on the driver.
In the meantime, Y/N was going to take Georgeâs car out for a couple of laps today before free practice and none of the team knew it yet but that was about to change.
The garage privacy barriers were up as the team watched in shock and building excitement as Y/N got into Georgeâs car. She smiled as an immediate feeling of content mixed with anticipation built within her, her body knowing this is exactly where she belonged.
She had her 2022 helmet on so if anyone looked carefully they would definitely know that it was not George inside the car.
"Can you hear me, Marcus?"
"I can hear you loud and clear, Y/N. Itâs good to have you back."
"Letâs do this then." She put a thumbs up towards one of the team members to move the barriers, gave a nod to Toto who was watching her with a blank expression on his face, (she thought he might be worried that sheâd change her mind after giving this apparent shit box a drive) before she pressed down on the accelerator and left the garage.
Leaving the pits, Y/N grinned as best as she could beneath her helmet as she pressed down further on the throttle, smoothing through the gears as she increased her speed.
As she got onto the straight after turn 5, she heard Marcus in her ear. "How are you feeling, Y/N?"
"Great! Just like riding a bike." She replied, the tone of her voice making it clear that she had a large smile on her face.
"Nice to know youâve still got it, we never doubted you for a second." Marcus told her before cutting the connection.
Up in the commentary box where David Croft and Martin Brundle were setting up for the weekend, they both looked out onto the track in confusion at the sight of the Mercedes, they hooked up their microphones before speaking.
"And thatâs the Mercedes of George Russel on the track, free practise hasnât started yet so Iâm not sure if theyâre allowed to be doing thatâŚ." Croftyâs voice sounded through the track speakers.
"That Mercedes seems to be driving better than it has all season, they havenât put any updates on for the final race, have they? Is that even allowed?" Martin Brundle continued.
"Letâs see, are we able to take a closer look at that?" Crofty asked, followed by the screens on the grandstand zooming in on the car as it drove on the track. "âŚ..that is not George Russellâs helmetâŚ."
"Isnât it? Whoâs driving his car?" Martin questioned.
"Iâm not sure, Iâm also not sure this is actually allowed."
"I donât think Mercedes actually care at this point- sorry, Iâll rephrase that actually. I donât think Toto Wolff even cares what is allowed at this point."
"Okay, Y/N, if you could bring it into the pits now, weâre going to keep you in the car until the barriers are back up." Marcus instructed.
"Copy," Y/N replied.
The mechanics wheeled her into the garage and put the shutters down so that no one could see inside as she got out of the car.
As soon as her feet hit the ground she was embraced with pats on the back by happy team members.
George approached her with a smile on his face and was shaking his head at her. "Iâm not sure how I feel about this anymore, youâd have managed to put that shit box on the second row with that second lap time." His tone made it clear that he was just joking and he was actually more than looking forward to have her as a team mate.
"Iâve still got it then, thatâs good."
"Itâs great," Totoâs voice from behind her made her jump and then around. "You think we should tell the team?"
"Now?" Y/N asked in surprise and Toto nodded, gesturing that she could do the honours.
Y/N gave him a toothy smile before stepping forward and climbing on top of Georgeâs car, standing just in front of the halo, drawing the attention of everyone in the garage.
"Hey everyone! I know this season has been quite rough on you all, not just with the lack of results the team is used to but also with the fact that we all know Lewis has made the decision to leave Mercedes and join Ferrari which was as much of a surprise to me as Iâm sure it was to you guys and itâs honestly been hard for me to see a lot of you feel a bit lost as to how the team can make a comeback and be on top but I do hope that next year youâll all be able to see just how great Mercedes is and to hopefully regain that hunger because I know Iâm hungry for a seventh title and I have every bit of faith that this team can help me achieve that when I come back and drive for you next yearâŚ."
The garage filled with a series of gasps followed by cheers that would definitely be heard from outside.
"âŚthis is a finalised decision, Toto and I have been speaking all year and weâve both signed the contract and I do hope youâre happy to have me back."
The team clapped and the garage was filled with whistles and cheers again as she finished and climbed down from the car.
"The news is going to be released Sunday morning so if you could all keep it on the down low until then it would be greatly appreciated!" She finalised before turning to Toto and George with a raised eyebrow. "There you go, no turning back now."
And for the rest of the weekend, the entire paddock could see the change in the Mercedes team, it seemed every member had a spring in their step as they walked through the track and they all seemed to have a permanent smile on their faces.
When asked about it they all seemed to give generic answers like âthey were just happy to be hereâ but no one believed it, not even Lewis who was left in the dark and when he asked about it he just got the same response.
But as Sunday morning came, both Mercedes and RedBull was filled with anticipation as the news of the Vettelâs return to the sport was shared across four Instagram accounts; RedBull, Mercedes, Y/Nâs and Sebastianâs.
The world was taken by storm that morning, not only by the news of the return but also the fact that both teams had seemingly worked together to keep it under wraps.
Seb, Y/N, Christian and Toto entered the track together that morning and were bombarded with cameras and questions making both Vettelâs glad they had left Ansel at the hotel with Fabian who was going to bring him later in the day.
"Seb! Y/N! When did you decide to rejoin formula 1?"
"Christian, did you boot Perez before signing Sebastian or did tell him you were terminating his contract after you had already asked Sebastian to return?"
"Toto, did you ask Y/N to come back to get back at Lewis for leaving Mercedes?"
"Lewis said he had no idea of Y/N taking his seat, is there a reason you told the team but kept him in the dark?"
The four ignored the questions and continued their way into the track, not batting an eye at the other teams who watched as they walked by, astounded to see the four of them together.
"Feels good, doesnât it? SuccessâŚ." Christian smirked arrogantly causing Y/N, Seb and Toto to roll their eyes.
"Iâd even go as far as saying we make a good team, us four." Toto added and Y/N scoffed.
"Please, this wouldâve been a complete disaster had Seb and I not mediated the last year. The pair of you are a ticking time bomb."
Both team principals sent her affronted looks at her words which she ignored, once they reached the Mercedes garage, Seb leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Y/Nâs temple. "Iâll come and get you later before the race and weâll watch it together."
Y/N nodded with a smile and bid him goodbye.
Both her and Toto walked into the Mercedes garage and were met with whoops and cheers from the team causing her to laugh at their dramatics but she soon stopped at the sight of Lewis.
He was approaching her and he looked quite disgruntled.
"Both of you returning?" He asked.
Y/N shrugged. "Toto asked me and then Christian asked Seb a month later, it was purely a coincidence."
He didnât look like he believed her but it didnât bother her too much. "I thought it wouldâve been off the cards now that you have a child."
Y/N looked at him in confusion. She thought it was a bit rude that he was bringing her son into a conversation that they were clearing having because he felt left out of the news.
"I wouldnât have returned if Seb didnât get approached by Christian, weâve always been in F1 together and as soon as he was offered I knew that I wanted to come back."
"When was this?"
"I got asked in January, after your move was confirmed." Y/N replied honestly.
"Youâve kept that under wraps for a while then." He said in a tone that could only be described as bitter.
"Because we werenât sure that we were actually going to return. It was a shock to us as well but it felt right and so we accepted. Toto and Christian agreed to wait until closer to the end of the season for the release so that the press would focus on this season and not next."
Which in her opinion is what he shouldâve done.
"The team already knew." He stated.
Y/N nodded. "I told them on Friday that I would be driving for them, itâs really upped their motivation for 2025."
"Why didnât I know?" He eventually just came out and asked.
Y/N looked at him strangely. "Because you chose to leave the team, Lewis. After today, you have to accept that Mercedes is no longer your team and whatever concerns them is no longer your business either. The teams plans for 2025 have no impact on you whatsoever."
Lewis bit his lip and nodded before walking away, nothing else to say.
Y/N watched after him for a moment. They had been teammates for eight years and had an amazing friendship through that but for some reason she had a feeling that was about to end since she was driving for Mercedes.
Had he really thought Toto wasnât going to find a driver to replace him?
Just before the race.
Seb and Y/N were standing between the first two rows on the grid so they could be nearby Max and George as they got ready as Martin Brundle approached them for his grid walk.
"Sebastian! Y/N! Could I have a quick word?"
"Go on then," Y/N nodded.
"So, youâve surprised us all this morning by announcing that youâll both be returning next season, Sebastian youâre going to RedBull and Y/N youâre returning to Mercedes. We want to know something, anything about the process cause nobody was expecting this."
Sebastian smiled. "Itâs nothing exciting. After the news of Lewis going to Ferrari, Toto wondered if there was a chance for Y/N to return and then about a month later Christian also called and asked me if I would be willing to come back."
Martin nodded before turning to Y/N. "After Mercedesâ rough two year since you left, do you think theyâll be able to get back on top next year."
Y/N smirked. "I wouldnât be returning if there wasnât a chance for me to become a seven time world champion, Martin."
He seemed to be delighted by the news and nodded, thanking the two of them before walking away to hopefully find some of the drivers.
Sebastian wrapped his arm around Y/N as they started walking back towards the garages. "Where do you want to watch it from?"
Y/N thought for a moment. "Weâll watch it from RedBull."
2025
"Okay, state your name, occupation and your team." The woman behind the camera instructed.
Y/N smiled at the camera and began speaking. "Iâm Y/N Vettel and Iâm a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One team."
She then leaned forward and stared directly into the lens. "IâM BACCKKKKKK!"
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"Okay, Y/N, are you ready to become a seven time world champion?" Bono asked over the radio.
"You bet I am." She replied confidentially.
"Are you going to become a five time world champion, sunshine?" Hugh asked Sebastian, using the nickname from when Seb won his first all those years ago.
Seb smiled. "That depends on how nice Y/N is feeling."
Y/N kept her gaze on the lights as each one appeared and as soon as they disappeared she let up off the break and slammed her foot down onto the accelerator, both her and Seb driving along side each other as they approached the first corner.
2025 was certainly going to be an interesting season.
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kinktober day 17 - masturbation
ghost x soap x f!reader (pt. 1, pt. 2 HERE )
[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.2k, established ghost/soap, ghoap is weird and overprotective of reader, solo masturbation.]
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You honestly didnât expect this when you moved in.Â
Sure, you had lived with guys before. That didnât bother you. Those guys had always been your friends or lovers, though. People you knew. You had known them before the conversation of moving in together had ever come up, and the decision was always more of a practical one than anything. You just didn't expect this.
Sharing an apartment with Johnny and Simon was a different beast entirely. To start, they were in control of the situation. It was a room in their flat they were advertising. You wouldnât even have to be on the lease, just show up and move in. Drop your rent check with one of them whenever you felt. No rush. They were also in a relationship. On the surface, it was a statement that should have made you more comfortable. You wouldnât have to worry about either of them hitting on you or it getting uncomfortable if you brought someone back for a little fun.Â
At least, you had assumed. Sitting at the little table that served as the dining room, crowded against the wall in your chair by large (Johnny) and larger (Simon) with no exit as they grilled you made you want to melt through the floorboards. You just wanted to eat your cereal.Â
âNot tryinâ tâ get in yâ business-â Johnny had said, eyes bright and smile nervous, trying his best to cover his twitchy demeanor.
âI am,â Simon cut in bluntly. You crunched your cereal, wide eyes on the black-clothed, solid slab of a man as he glowered across the table; half-lidded, black eyes pressing down on you. âWhoâs the bloke?â
âWha-â you started to say, milk dribbling down your chin. Johnny thankfully picked up the conversation for you.
âGuy who brought you back late last night. Heard you talkinâ in the hall,â he said leaning forward, biceps flaring against the hands he had tucked around his chest. âHe somethinâ or . . .â
You let his sentence spool out, chewing the last of your mouthful before answering. You had woken up not thirty minutes ago and this was quite a lot to process. Your brain was hardly online.
âBrandon?â you asked. âMy coworker?â
Soap instantly relaxed. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Simon, his hand gesturing at you.
âSee? Told ya.â Simon didnât take his eyes off you, hand flexing around his mug of morning coffee. You were starting to feel more like an inmate the longer he fixed his heavy, unflinching stare on you. âBirdie wouldnât do that to us.âÂ
From then on, any male company was out of the question, at least in your room that you paid for each month. You thought about going out, maybe picking someone up, but having Johnny and Simon observing you constantly put you on edge. You knew that the second you tried to leave all dolled up on a dick-getting mission, they would run interference. You just knew it.
You rolled your eyes and squirmed under your sheets. It was the middle of the night and here you were: horny and the two men who seemingly wanted you to die alone occupying your mind. You threw your hands over your eyes with a huff. It sucked, because they werenât bad looking guys, just protective.Â
You dashed that thought away as soon as it crossed your mind. Theyâre a couple, and no matter how much it seemed they wanted to keep you to themselves, they only had eyes (and hands) for each other. You pulled yourself out of bed, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Matter of fact, it was a rare night where you couldnât hear the two of them in the next room fucking like it was their last night on earth.
Creeping across the room to your dresser, you opened the bottom drawer. You wouldnât go without, not with your pussy waking you up like clockwork, leaking and needy, just in time to listen to the smacking and bed creaking in the room behind you. Youâd just have to take things into your own hands is all.Â
You pulled out your favorite dildo from the box you had hidden in the back of the drawer. It was perfect: long, thick, and heavy enough to fill you without hurting, and the texture was close enough to a real cock, with prominent veins and a lovingly sculpted flared head and balls.
You dropped your sleep shorts before you slid back into bed. You kicked the covers back to give yourself room, splaying out your legs as you teased your entrance. You could hear the small, wet noises the head made as you slid it up and down through your slick. Not wanting to wait any longer than needed, you pushed the head in. You suppressed a whine, not wanting to wake Johnny or Simon. Lord help you if they took issue with this.Â
You forced the length of the dildo farther and farther inside you, wincing as the head snugged up against your cervix and the balls plugged your entrance. You loved that part, breaking yourself in. It was almost how a real guy would feel, how you wanted to be treated, but Simon and Johnny had other plans.Â
Fucking Johnny and Simon, you thought, pumping the length of the shaft in and out of your pussy in a smooth, strong rhythm. Fucking cock-blocks the both of them. You would assume two huge, muscled guys . . . both with hands large enough to palm your ass, throw you around, maybe pick you up and bend you in half-
You clenched as you pumped the fake cock all the way in, veins stimulating the sensitive ridges inside. You let out a quiet moan, the squishy sound of the silicone forcing through your juices (thankfully) loud enough to cover it. Â
Fuck, you were already close. You hadnât been at it for more than a minute or two. It really had been too long. You looked down your body at your pussy. You were a mess, lips smeared with glistening slick, your clit fat and throbbing, begging for touch. You closed your eyes and lay back against your pillow.Â
It was easy, so so so easy to imagine a certain someone between your legs. Your hand took on a different pattern entirely, thrusting into yourself at a cruel pace. Your free hand clawed at your pillow. It was the same pattern you heard pounding into the mattress nightly. You could imagine his stubble against your neck, his hands palming your hips as he nipped and kissed you.Â
ââs good lilâ cunny fâ me, right bird?â he would ask, not giving you time to answer, âWhy we had to keep it to ourselves. Treat it right.â
You managed to pound the shaft three more time into yourself before you seized around Johnnyâs imaginary cock. You bit your tongue to keep in your wailing moan. You lay against your sheets, sweaty as the aftershocks worked through you. That was . . . incredible. Possibly the hardest youâd come in ages.Â
You clenched at the piece of plastic inside you, feeling your release trickle out around it. You just came the hardest you could remember, and it was while you were thinking about your asshole, overprotective, taken roommate.
You scrubbed your hands over your eyes. You were so so fucked.
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I may not show it to you but I am really happy we met. Everyday with you feels like a new adventure. Though we are worlds apart and so different from each other, I really feel like we match perfectly. You make me feel like I belong. Every moment spent with you is so much fun. It makes me want to jump forward and explore. You are so sweet and generous, so playful that I canât help but to play along. I feel so lucky being with you. There is so much I want to do with you. I want to hang out with you and get to know you more. Maybe we could have a couple drinks, play in a park, have a little date by the river⌠if you wish. I feel so boring compared to you. With me, everything is always black and white. But you, my love, are so colorful and bright. I wish we were a family. I wish I could wake up in the morning to find you sitting at the table, eating breakfast with a smile on your face. I wish I could share with you my favorite spots and take you to every place I get to see. I wish I could find a way to express all that you mean to me. I tend to see the glass half empty. But when Iâm with you I want to believe everything is possible. You have filled my cup with your love and I am so thankful for that. I canât find the words to tell you how much I owe to you. Youâve made me a better person and I feel like I could never return the favor.
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I may look like all is well and fine but to tell you the truth I feel hollow. And I could use some fun. I always seem so busy, always the life of the party, making everybody laugh and ensuring they have a good time. But deep inside, itâs getting tough. As the days go by, I feel my energy depleting and my motivation as well. I donât even know why I do this anymore. I force myself for the sake of keeping appearances but honestly Iâm not sure I like it at all. Iâm afraid that if you dig deep enough, you wouldnât like what you find there. I am much more fragile than I seem. Also much more mellow and soft when I get the chance. But lately Iâm more of a zombie than anything. I donât think I could bring you much joy nor comfort. Iâm afraid Iâve turned bitter. Itâs all about work and making sure the money gets in and less about enjoying what Iâm doing. I need to pay the bills. Thereâs competition around. I canât afford to lose. Everyoneâs counting on me. People look up to me. I sacrificed a lot to get there. I canât back down now. Who would I be if I did? I canât disappoint. Itâs all a masquerade but itâs for a cause. It might not look great to you but it means a lot to me. So, sorry if Iâm acting cold but⌠itâs all for you baby. Donât go thinking I found someone better. Believe me I donât have the time for that.
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Hold on a minute ! I know what youâre gonna think. What the heck is he/she saying? But hey, let me explain youâll get it ! I may not be the strongest, the wisest or the most impressive of them all but one thing thatâs sure about me is that I only have good intentions for you. I am ready to fight for you if that must be done. Thought Iâm not good at that. Listen, my point is I really like you. I want to be with you, have fun with you, chat with you. I want us to take our time and get to know each other and hopefully to grow old together but thatâs another story. With you I feel like a kid again. Sometimes, I gotta say, the feeling can be irritating. But at the same time it is freeing. I donât have to chose a side. I donât have to act a certain way to be accepted by you or understood. And thatâs crazy! Iâve never experienced that before. Usually I would try to conform and play nice, show my best side and stick to the plan. But ever since I met you I want to free myself of those restraints. I want to find my home. I want to express my full potential without fearing being rejected or not belonging. I know youâll never kick me out. Because you are the same arenât you? The things Iâve seen, what Iâve been through, youâve been there as well, right? I want to make a promise to you. Whatever comes our way, I swear I wonât run away. Even though it is scary and seems impossible, I will always work hard and do my best to make it. I may not be exactly your type or what you imagined a partner should be, but I am willing to learn. I am willing to tune to your melody and shelter whatever we may build together, not matter how unstable it may seem. I want you to feel comfortable with me. I want you to feel as safe with me as I feel with you. So if youâll let me, let me fulfill that promise. You wonât regret it.
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To be honest, at first I didnât get the best of vibes from you. I was a little intimidated and didnât want to get to know you. Especially considering what people were saying about you. But I tried to see past your exterior and once I got to know you I found out that you were very chill. Maybe it was because I didnât know you. Maybe I feared the unknown territory you represented. Maybe I was just afraid of going deep. But curiosity got the best of me. And luckily for both of us I stayed around long enough to make my own opinion. And I have to say that you are quite surprising. I wonât lie, being with you asks a lot of efforts on my part. But every second spent with you is worth it. In your presence, I feel comfortable. Being with you reminds me of my childhood. I think of my mother and my family, of the days we spent together before I moved away and followed the wind where it took me. Every page of our story takes me deeper within. I see sides of myself I never noticed or didnât want to remember. I remember the innocent days where doing something new werenât as terrifying and meeting new people sounded like a thrill. Being with you I feel blessed and content. Thereâs a light heartedness and a warmth in my heart I wouldnât trade for anything. When Iâm alone at home youâre all I think about. When Iâm at work also. There isnât a single moment when youâre not on my mind. When Iâm with you I feel hopeful. I think that maybe life isnât as tough as I thought it would be. That maybe there is more waiting for me. Please, show me more of your different sides. Tell me more about what makes you happy. Let me in and let me see for myself what you are made of. Iâm begging you donât shut me out. I want more of you.
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Room 514
Part 3
Sorry this part took so long! I finally had a ton of time to write this morning and I'm getting a lot done! I hope you guys all enjoy it!
Summary: Youâre moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with JisungâŚ
Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader
Includes: sleepy reader, sleepy Jisung, shirtless Jisung, shopping, Jisung being a gentleman
Word count: 1.5k
Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345
Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5
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You blinked your eyes open as a beam of sunlight fell over your face.
Apparently, youâd fallen asleep in the living room. You didnât remember putting a pillow next to Jisung and curling up with your head against it, nor did you remember Jisung going to get another blanket, but he must have at some point. You were still under the fluffy throw heâd brought out when youâd first started The Immortal and the Restless, and you could see a blue quilt out of the corner of your eye.
You carefully sat up, trying not to disturb Jisung. He was in the same fetal position youâd woken up in, with his head on top of the pillow instead of against it. His quilt was draped over him, and you could see the corner of the fabric scrunched in one of his hands. The morning light made his hair seem to glitter as the air from the ceiling vent gently played with it, and his face was serene and unguarded.
He rubbed one of his eyes as you stood up from the couch. You held your breath as he stretched. The blanket slid off his side as he unfolded his legs, and your eyes widened as his back arched.
He opened his eyes with a sleepy smile, and you made your expression as normal as possible.
He scrunched up his nose. âWhatâs wrong? Youâre making a weird face.â
âNothingâs wrong, Iâm making a normal face.â
âMhm.â He smiled again, closing his eyes and letting his head fall sideways onto the pillow. âNormal face.â He ran one of his hands through his hair.
You fought the urge to also run a hand through his hair. âHow many episodes in did we get last night?â
He shrugged, eyes still shut. âDunno. I think I turned it off after three, but theyâre each an hour long and I was mostly asleep by the third one.â
âYeah.â You yawned. âI only really remember the first half of the second one.â
âItâs okay. We can rewatch. No rush.â
âI liked what I remember.â
His smile grew a little bigger. âGood, glad to hear that. Itâs one of my favorites.â
You looked at him for a moment longer. His eyes were still closed, and he looked so relaxed, more relaxed than youâd ever seen him.
He opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and your cheeks reddened.
âStaring? I know, I know, Iâm gorgeous, you just canât take your eyes off me.â
âThatâs not it, I⌠youâre⌠ugh.â
He laughed softly. âJust kidding.â He stretched again and sat up. âI am gonna take a shower, though. Maybe we could do something after, if you donât have calculus to do?â
You did your best not to imagine Jisung in the shower and waved a hand, dismissing both your thoughts and Jisungâs concern. âCalculus isnât due until Tuesday. Itâs Sunday. Plenty of time.â
âOkay, well, Iâll meet you out here in a few minutes and weâll figure out somewhere to go.â
You nodded. âSounds good.â
You went back to your room and sat on your bed, staring forward.
Did that really just happen?
You got changed and did your morning hygiene, changing your outfit a couple of times before deeming it good enough. You went back out to the living room and sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone for a minute.
A staticky noise stopped, and you realized Jisung was still in the bathroom. He mustâve just turned off the shower.
A minute later, the bathroom door opened.
Jisungâs hair was wet, wearing a towel draped around his remarkably hot waist and⌠nothing else.
You looked down, hoping he wouldnât notice you.
âIâll be ready in a minute.â Jisung smiled at you as you looked at him.
You focused on keeping your eyes on his face and not his body, smiling back. âCool.â
As Jisung disappeared into his room, you took a deep breath.
His body is perfect, too. Thatâs really not fair.
He walked out a minute later in a jeans and a green hoodie layered under a leather jacket. âAnything youâd like to do?â
You shrugged. âNothingâs coming to mind except shopping, but Iâm kinda broke right now, so I dunno about that.â
âWe can try stuff on, though!â Jisung tossed his car keys from one hand to the other. âCome on, Iâll drive us to the mall.â
âOkay, I can try stuff on.â
Jisung beamed. âPerfect.â
The mall wasnât particularly close, but it was a pleasant drive. You chatted the whole way, and Jisung was a good driver, unlike many of your friendsâyour old friends, you reminded yourself. Strangely, thinking of them didnât hurt when you were with Jisung.
You parked and got out of the car, Jisung running around the front and opening your door for you.
âThank you.â
âOf course.â His smile was like sunshine as he shut the door behind you and locked the car.
You walked into the mall, and he took your hand, guiding you towards a store with a few cute tops in the window. âOoh, these are cool!â
You walked in and found one of the tops in your size, a light green bustier with ruching across the front and cap sleeves. âIsnât this one cute?â
âVery cute.â Jisung agreed. âYou should try it on!â âI think I will.â You nodded and walked off in search of a dressing room.
You put on the top, struggling with it a bit before realizing there was a side zipper. It looked great on you, fitting like a glove.
You pulled back the curtain and walked out. âJisung?â
âHere!â
You walked out to the sitting area outside the dressing rooms, doing a little twirl for him.
He smiled, watching you. âBeautiful, you look⌠amazing.â
âAw, thank you.â You did a little curtsey, immediately realizing it made no sense since you werenât wearing a skirt and the top wasnât that fancy. âI donât know why I did that.â
Jisung laughed. âIt was cute. How much is the top?â
You tried not to think too hard about Jisung calling you cute and looked at the price tag, doing a double take. âWow, 85 dollars.â
âDamn.â Jisungâs lips twisted. âIt looks good, though. Do you want me to get it for you?â
âNo, I couldnât let you do that.â You waved off his offer. âIâd feel bad.â
âI want to, though!â
âIâd feel guilty, though!â You mirrored his language.
Jisung sighed. âGo change back, and we can keep looking, there was this sweater vest with an apple on the front that I really liked.â
âWhy donât you try it on? Youâd probably eat it up.â
âI would.â Jisung preened. âMaybe I will.â
You walked back into the dressing room and put your T-shirt back on, carefully adjusting the top on its hanger and walking back out to Jisung. You hung it up on the return rack. âWhereâs the sweater vest?â
âOver here.â He stood up, and you followed him to the sweater vests.
âItâs cropped! Cute.â You took it off the rack, feeling the material between your fingers. âOh, itâs soft, too.â
âPerfect.â Jisung pulled out the vest in his size, and you went back to the dressing rooms. He pranced out a moment later with the sweater vest on.
The crop exposed the bottom part of his abs, and his arms were muscular. The combination of the light green of the trim, the red of the apple, and the cream background looked great on him.
You were reminded of earlier in the morning, when youâd seen him shirtless, and you could feel yourself go red.
âIt looks great!â
âEverything okay? You look a little flushed.â Jisung looked concerned.
âYeah.â You laughed. âAll good, just a bit hot.â
âYeah, it is warm in here.â Jisung nodded, and you exhaled, a little bit relieved. âBut you like it?â
âI love it.â You said sincerely.
âMaybe Iâll get it.â He pulled at the hem. âItâs a little tight, but I want it a little tight. I like to wear either oversized stuff or tight stuff. No in between.â
âItâs a good style on you.â Both of those options are really hot.
âOkay, Iâm gonna change out of this, if you want to look around a little more, Iâll find you.â
You stood up. âOkay, perfect.â
You walked over to one of the racks, looking at a pink satin top with a large bow across the front. It was cute, not quite your style, but very cute. You walked through the store, but nothing else caught your eye the way the green top had.
Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you whirled you around, startled.
âSorry, didnât mean to scare you.â Jisung smiled, holding out a bag.
âHm?â
âLook inside.â
You did so. Inside was your green top, a receipt stuffed on top of it.
You looked back up at him. âYou did not.â
He gave you a mischievous smile. âI did.â
âJisung! I told you itâd make me feel guilty!â
âDonât feel guilty! I did it because I wanted to! It looks like it was made for you.â
You couldnât stop yourself from smiling, taking the bag. âThank you. Iâll wear it, I promise.â
âYou definitely need to. I also got that sweater vest, which has green trim, so we can kinda match!â
âPerfect!â
âPerfect.â Jisung beamed.
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AITA for giving away my sisters fish?
This is a dumb and very long story (i could probably shorten it somehow but I don't know how) and I know the title makes me look bad.
Ok so, one evening my mom and my little sister(let's call her Jess) brought home a container of four fish that mum said she saw a guy selling on the road for about 2 dollars (I'm not american so I just calculated and it comes out to around 2 dollars)
This was during the end of year break when Jess was home (usually we all go to boarding school) None of us had ever had pet fish before and we didn't know what kind of fish they were, they looked different from each other and their size difference was pretty big too(the largest was about the size of three nail clippers stacked on top of each other and the smallest was about the size of 1/2 of a car key). So we weren't sure of the species of any and bought the most nondescript pack of fish food we could find, they ate it so we thought things were ok.
About 1 month into the break though (the end of year break where I am is 2 months), 1 of the fish died for reasons we still don't know (we changed the water every 3 days) and two weeks later a second one just disappeared, it wasn't in the bowl, and no one knew what happened. So by the time school started there were 2 fish left (Jess was sad but we also have dogs so she wasn't too sad)
All of us go to different boarding schools but ive been going to a day-school this past year because I'm scheduled for a surgery, so when everyone went back it was just me with the fish.
My elder sister (let's call her Kat) came home from university for a while and she thought the fish were cool so she asked my mom if she could tell her where she got them so she could get some for her dorm. My mom told her she just got them from some guy on the road who didn't have a stall and probably wouldn't be there if she drove to the place she found him. So she went back to uni without any fish
Flash forward, 4 weeks into the term, my mom comes to get me from school and she says was passing the area she saw the guy and he was there with another container of fish this time with about 10 fish also of various muddy and sandy colours, about length of the diameter of a soda-bottle cap (my mom said they also cost her about 2 dollars). I said we could split the fish in half, keep 6 and give Kat 6 for her dorm.
So I'm sitting in the car, holding the container of fish my laps and my mom suddenly stops the car because a person walking on the sidewalks falls into the trenches on the sides of the road. The person is ok but the car stops so suddenly and I'm not holding the container securely so it falls from my laps.
The container has a lid so the car is ok but the guy added some small rocks and a fake plant to the container so they kind of bury the some of fish and 6 of them die. I look on like an idiot while mom tries to settle the rocks but another fish is buried when the rocks are settled.
By the time we get home and transfer all the living fish into the bowl we already have, we have 5 fish in total. We move them to a new, slightly bigger bowl and feed them but by the next morning when I'm going to school i see 3 fish left.
When I get home, I tell my mom that maybe we aren't ready for fish and we should give them to Kat whose dorm may be less of a safety hazard (during the end of year break we used to play with the fish a lot, trying to touch their tails etc so we're definitely the reason the first batch died anyway. We're also 8 kids and there are kids older and younger than me so it would be hard to stop EVERYONE from being rough with the fish). I also had exams coming up and I was starting to put of changing the water and cleaning bowl until i saw algae growing on sides.
Kat has a roommate who thinks the fish are cool too so incase one of them forgets maintaining the fish the other can do it. (I also kind of secretly hoped the all fish would just die a week or two into being with them so it wouldn't bother them anymore I feel bad about it)
Anyway, 3 weeks later when Kat came home she took the fish with her. It's around the middle of the first term so it was Visitation Day at Jess's school yesterday (I think the name is self explanatory) and the first thing she asked about was the fish. I didn't know what to say so I told her the truth and she was so SAD!!(I mean obviously she'd be sad but visitation day is supposed to be a good day) because we named the fish and everything(the first batch, not the second) . I tried to tell her how Kat and her roommate were nice and would give the new fish good name but she said that was dumb I knew that was dumb and I wish had just lied about the whole thing and asked my mom to buy new fish but I feel like Jess would know so said nothing else
My mom kind of cheered her up by saying that during the holidays they could go get a good tank and actual goldfish from a better place but she was mad at me because I suggested that the fish be given to Kat and I feel like she's right because it would be stupid to ask Kat to bring the fish wish her the next time she came home.
All my other siblings not just Jess also got attached to the fish so I'll just be breaking the news to everyone for the next three weeks (because all schools where I am schedule visitation day in the same month) and just generally ruining the mood.
What are these acronyms?
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Almost Heaven
Summary:
Mulderâs attempt to find more exciting cases to investigate while stuck in the bullpen turns into another weekend trip to the forest.
Meanwhile, Scully is faced with a tempting offer that could change both her future and their lives.
Notes:
This little story has been stuck in my head for almost a year. Itâs taken more than one change of direction over the last months until I was happy with where it was going. I hope you'll enjoy reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And if you want to leave kudos or a commentâno matter if itâs an emoji or several long paragraphsâthat would make my whole month.
I also want to say a huge THANK YOU to the wonderful @baronessblixen!
If it hadnât been for her, and her constant encouragement to continue working on this story and her questions about its progress, I'm sure this story wouldn't be the same. Your input and excitement for this spark of an idea during a Sunday evening chat about something completely unrelated was invaluable. Thank you, my friend!
This story is complete, and Iâm going to post one chapter a day.
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Chapter 1: To the Place I Belong
J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington, D.C. FBI Headquarters â Bullpen Friday, November 27th, 1998, 3:30 pm
âAny plans for the weekend, Scully?â Mulder placed a sunflower seed between his teeth and looked at Scully questioningly. He leaned back in his desk chair, slowly bouncing backward and forward, returning Scullyâs questioning glance with an innocent look.
Mulder was completely bored after spending days doing nothing but paperwork and sorting files. He knew Scully was bored too, even though she didnât mind doing reports half as much as he did.
Scully reached for her coffee cup and sipped the hot liquid, closing her eyes in appreciation. Mulder grinned; he loved watching Scully enjoy her coffee. Mulder could tell she was frustrated by their punishment, which was exactly what was happening. They were being punished. This was also why he had started making an extra effort to get her a cup of coffee just like she wanted every morning and afternoon. She had stoically navigated his frustration with their current situation over the last few months, keeping him in line. And it hadnât been that long ago that he had had to reassure her that she played a major role in his life. If getting the perfect coffee for her made her happy, he was all for it.
Scully opened her eyes and hummed appreciatively before looking back at him, and he gave her a knowing look. She blushed a bit but didnât avoid his gaze, her eyes full of warmth. âDid you finish calling the letters âHâ and âIâ already, or are you planning on spending YOUR weekend catching up?â she quipped and turned back to her keyboard.
âI donât care about any âEâs and âIâs. No one is going to follow up on this, anyway. They just want to keep us busy and off any real cases!â he said emphatically, pushing off the floor with his foot and bouncing his chair back and forth again.
ââHâ and âIâ, Mulder. Not âEâ and âIâ. You did the âEâsâ last week already. Remember that report I had to rewrite for you because you couldnât help but add your opinion on why you consider this pointless?â Scully took a new file off of the pile and gave it a cursory glance before sighing.
âAha! See? Youâre just as bored by this as I am, Scully!â
She slowly rotated her shoulder and neck before turning back around to him. âI never said I wasnât. Of course, this is pointless. None of these people ever so much as stole a chewing gum, much less organized a terrorist attack. But the more we protest, the longer theyâre going to keep us assigned to this, and weâll never get the X-Files back.â She gave him a sympathetic look. âLetâs just focus on getting this over with. If we keep our feet still long enough, they might trust us with the X-Files again.â She smiled tightly, and he knew she was trying to sound confident.
He gave her a long look before sighing and turning back to his overflowing pile of folders. âI hope youâre right, and weâre not wasting our time expecting theyâll forget about us.â
He knew Scully was hoping for the same. He despised sitting around, working on senseless tasks, following up on even more useless information when he could be on the road or talking to people who had actually seen something related to the truth.
âWell, at least Kersh didnât make you recheck your report this time. Maybe heâll give up sooner than later,â Scully joked, looking away from her monitor for a second.
âYeah. By the way, thanks for going over it. I doubt Iâd have gotten the same reaction to my original draft. Youâre a lifesaver!â Mulder gave her a half-smile and pursed his lips.
She returned his smile with one of her own before turning back to her task.
âSo, about those weekend plansââ Mulder began, only to be cut off by the ringing of his phone. âHello?â he said into the receiver, grimacing at Scully when he recognized the voice of Kershâs assistant. âYes, weâll be right there,â he clipped before hanging up and getting up from his chair, grabbing his jacket. âWeâre expected in the Deputy Directorâs office asap, Agent Scully,â he parroted, not waiting for her before taking off towards the open reception area of Kershâs office.
He could hear Scully sigh, but she followed him without comment. What now? he wondered. Nothing good ever came out of being called into their bossâs office.
Office of Deputy Director Alvin Kersh
âHave a seat, Agents,â Kersh greeted them without looking up from his note-taking. His tone was as unreadable and impersonal as ever.
Mulder glanced at Scully, but she wordlessly took one of the two seats in front of their boss's desk.
The minutes passed slowly, and Mulder counted the ticking of the analog clock hanging on the wall at the side of the office, which signaled the passing of time. Kersh was making them wait, and Mulder hated every second of it. Just as he opened his mouth to ask if they were keeping him from his work, Kersh looked up and put his pen aside.
âI have a new assignment for you,â he began, giving them both a calculating look. When neither agent reacted, he slid a thick brown folder across the desk towards them. âThere have been reports of some nighttime activities down at the Waterfront Resort. I want you to investigate those reports and ensure that nothing illegal is going on there.â
Mulder reached for the file and started to read the top sheet. The more he read, the angrier he got. âNighttime activities, sir? From what Iâm reading here, there have been reports of some kids staying out past their curfew down there. Thatâs not an actual assignment, a security guard could easily take care of this.â He angrily snapped the file shut and threw it back on the desk.
Kershâs eyes narrowed, and his tone became even colder if that was possible. âWhat is an assignment and what isnât is still something for me to decide, Agent Mulder. Are we clear on that?â
Scully quietly cleared her throat and reached for the folder. âYes, sir. Agent Mulder and I will take care of this.â She quickly got up from her chair, placing her hand on Mulderâs arm.
Kersh nodded, his eyes still piercing Mulderâs with a cold glare. âVery well, Agent.â He took his pen back in his hand and began writing again, dismissing them wordlessly.
Mulder stood up abruptly, and for a moment he was tempted to have Kersh have it. He was so tired of being roadblocked every step of the way. A gentle squeeze of Scullyâs hand on his arm kept him quiet, though, and with a last glance at their boss, he turned around and headed for the door.
FBI Headquarters â Bullpen
Mulder watched as Scully sank into her office chair, her exasperation clear. Another day, another senseless task, he thought.
Mulder frustration was close to exploding. The longer they worked under Kersh, the worse it seemed to get. Scully glanced over at him, and Mulder realized he had been morosely staring at his monitor. He started to bounce his leg, trying to get rid of some of his anger. Heâd definitely have to go for a long run tonight, he mused, or his head would explode.
âMulder, stop fidgeting!â Scully slapped her hand on his bouncing knee, forcing the offending appendage to stop moving.
Mulder sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to stay still. âI just hate this, Scully. Weâve been sitting around, doing nothing, for weeks now.â He slowly moved his head from his left shoulder to his right, trying to stretch out the stiff muscles. âAnd now this! We both know this assignment is just to keep us sidelined. I donât know how long I can stand waiting around! What are they even planning to do with us at this point?â
Scully nodded, her own frustration evident. âI donât know, Mulder. I just know fidgeting is not going to change anything. What I do know, however, is that we have to play along for now, or this is going to escalate even higher up, and then we wonât ever get the chance to get the X-Files back.â
Mulder turned to face her directly. âItâs just so frustrating! We should be investigating real cases, not watching some teenagers commit the unspeakable crime of underage drinking.â
Scully gave him a sympathetic look. âI know, Mulder. And Iâm just as frustrated as you are. I didnât choose the FBI to do this kind of grind work either. I want to find the truth just as much as you do.â
Mulder didnât reply, his eyes firmly fixed on Kershâs reception area, where the Deputy Director had just appeared and had started laughing with his assistant. Mulder deflated once again, dropped back in his office chair, and gave Scully a pointed look. Kersh had them right where he wanted them.
Scully returned his look grimly before turning back to the folder with their assignment and started rubbing her temples.
He watched her for a few long moments before jumping up and grabbing her arm, pulling her with him. She let him drag her out of her chair, hissing, âMulder, what are you doing?!â while taking a cursory glance around the large office space. No one was paying them any attention.
Mulder reached for his jacket from the back of his chair, shrugging it on. âThis assignment is going nowhere. Iâm pretty sure no one has even glanced at this file in the last several weeks. Letâs get out of here, Scully.â He grabbed his keys from his desk and slipped them into his pants pockets before putting his arm on her shoulder, squeezing softly.
She gave him a long look before sighing. âMight as well,â she added, grabbing her coat and putting it on.
Mulder placed his hand against her lower back, and together they walked down the hallway towards the elevator.
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A concerned Chuuya finds a drunk Dazai in the bath (Chuuya's POV) - Part 1/2
tw: scars, suicidal ideation, implied self-harm, drinking
tags: hurt/comfort, soukoku's version of fluff, drunk Dazai
Part 1 / Part 2
"Oi, Dazai." Chuuya pounded on the door.
It was nearly 3 am and Chuuya should be in bed sleeping - it was his day off - but instead he was here, standing outside of shitty Dazai's apartment, waiting for that histrionic mummy to open the goddamn door.
Dazai had called him.
Dazai never calls him.
And at this hour?
Chuuya had woken up to the sound of his phone ringing, had just missed the call. He'd be lying if he said his stomach hadn't dropped when he checked the caller ID. He'd also be lying if he said his heart hadn't begun to race when he'd tried calling back multiple times to no avail.
If it had been anyone else, he would've gone back to bed and tried again in the morning. Whatever it was, they could figure it out.
But this was Dazai.
And that's what scared him.
"Dazai," he called again, jiggling the door handle, "if this is some sort of elaborate prank, I'm gonna throw your phone into the river and strangle you with your own-"
The door opened as Chuuya pushed. Oh. It was unlocked. "-bandages," he finished to himself.
It was dark as he stepped inside, all the lights were off save for a light that was coming from around the corner.
Coming from the bathroom.
"Dazai?" Chuuya's voice softened as he walked towards the light, stopping in the bathroom doorway.
Dazai was in the tub. It was filled to the brim with water, and he was naked, arm draped over the side, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. A bottle of whiskey sat on the tile floor next to him, about half empty.
And he wasn't wearing his bandages.
Chuuya's breath caught.
Scars littered his arms, his neck, his chest, some deeper than others, some larger, some smaller. Chuuya knew they were there, had seen one or two of them before at the slip of a bandage from time to time, but seeing them all at once like this?
His chest tightened.
Dazai lifted his head from where it was propped against the tile wall. His hair was wet, pushed off of his face, showing off yet another scar on his forehead, just beneath his hairline, that was typically hidden beneath dark bangs.
He brought the glass to his lips and spoke as if he was speaking to no one in particular, though Chuuya was pretty sure he knew he was there, had to have heard him, had to have known by now that he wasn't alone.
"Do you think this is what Oda meant?" he asked before taking a sip. He swallowed, licking his lips. "To be on the side that saves people."
It ended as more of a statement than a question, and Chuuya wasn't sure what to say.
Dazai continued, keeping his eyes forward. "I might have fucked up, Chuuya."
The use of his name caught Chuuya off guard. So Dazai was talking to him.
He stepped into the bathroom, pulling off his hat and setting it on the counter. "You only just realizing that now?"
The sound of Chuuya's voice made Dazai jump a little as he turned, looking at Chuuya for the first time since he'd been there.
His eyes were red.
"I've been fucking up my whole life," he said with so much sincerity that Chuuya couldn't help but believe him. "It's no secret. A scar for every fuck-up. For every time I couldn't..." His words trailed off as he took another sip of whiskey.
Chuuya slipped out of his jacket, hanging it on the corner of the door. "If you're looking for pity, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that."
The corner of Dazai's lip curled upward ever so slightly as he turned to face forward again.
Chuuya considered it a win.
"Why did you call me out here?" Chuuya said, crossing his arms.
"I didn't call you out here," Dazai said, because he had to correct Chuuya, because he always had to be right no matter what kind of self-destructive mindset he was in.
Chuuya sighed. "Why did you call me?"
Dazai thought about it for a moment, staring down into his glass. "You're the only one who understands," he said so matter-of-factly that it hurt before he downed the rest of his whiskey.
Shit.
What the fuck was Chuuya supposed to say to that?
He stood there for a moment, trying to decide how he was supposed to feel or what he was supposed to think or what he was supposed to do. His brain was fried and his soul was tired and he didn't have the energy to feel right now.
He'd been asleep a half an hour ago.
Fuck it.
He moved forward, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig, the whiskey burning his throat as he sat on the floor next to Dazai. He was suddenly bothered by the fact that he hadn't taken his boots off, and he handed the bottle to Dazai as he unzipped them, kicking them off.
Dazai refilled his glass. "So disrespectful," he said.
"Sorry I didn't think to take off my shoes when I came over to make sure you weren't dead," Chuuya spat, immediately regretting it.
He grabbed the bottle from Dazai and took another drink.
Dazai's eyes widened. "You thought I was gonna kill myself?"
"I didn't know what to think," he said, raising his voice. "What kind of asshole calls someone at 3 am and doesn't leave a message or text and doesn't answer when they try to call him back or-" He caught his breath, running his fingers through his hair. "That was such a shitty fucking thing to do, you suicidal prick."
The room went quiet for a moment as Dazai thought again, and Chuuya took another drink.
"You're right," Dazai said eventually. "That was a shitty thing to do." His eyes met Chuuya's. "I'm sorry."
They stayed like that for a minute, eyes locked onto each other until Dazai moved, turned his body in the tub, water sloshing as he raised his other hand and brought it to the side of Chuuya's face, holding his cheek.
Chuuya froze as Dazai leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You don't deserve that, Chuuya," he whispered into his hair. "I don't deserve you."
Anger boiled in the bottom of Chuuya's stomach as he covered Dazai's hand on his cheek with his own, squeezing it tight. He pulled back, just enough to look Dazai in the eyes.
"Don't," he said, shaking his head. "Don't you say shit like that to me."
To be continued...
#soukoku#skk#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#tw: scars#tw: suicidal ideation#tw: drinking#hurt/comfort#soukoku's version of fluff#drunk Dazai#kris drabbles#to be continued#tw: implied self-harm
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Tkachuk to be full participant at start of Panthers training camp
Forward âfeeling greatâ after fracturing sternum during Stanley Cup Final
LAS VEGAS -- Matthew Tkachuk will be a full participant when the Florida Panthers begin training camp Sept. 21.
The forward said at the NHL North American Player Media Tour on Tuesday during an interview for a future episode of the "NHL @TheRink" podcast that he is healthy more than three months after sustaining a fractured sternum in the first period of Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final against the Vegas Golden Knights on June 8.
"I am feeling great," Tkachuk said. "It's been a very short summer, the way I want it to be every year going forward. The worst timing for the injury, obviously, Stanley Cup Final, but in a weird way I had time after where I wasn't missing X amount of months of game action, so I had the summer to get ready. I definitely improved on some things. The injury allowed me to work on some parts of fitness and conditioning and that is in the best form right now possible, and I just improved on some strength, which was my goal."
Tkachuk returned in the third period of Game 3 and scored the tying goal with 2:13 remaining. The Panthers won 3-2 in overtime.
He said he was given permission by team doctors to play through the pain in Game 4. He skated 16:40 and had four shots on goal in a 3-2 loss that put Florida down 3-1 in the best-of-7 series. Tkachuk did not play Game 5, which Vegas won 9-3 to win the Stanley Cup.
"I think I realized I was in the most pain when we won that Game 3," Tkachuk said. "I missed a big portion of it, came back and we won it in overtime. After the game, I'm walking around and normally you have the high spirits after a win, especially in the playoffs. It doesn't matter what you're going through, you're on top of the world. And I was pumped, but I still knew that half of my body felt like it was [in pain]. I knew something wasn't right.
âI didn't know what it was at the time. We did all my tests the next day, then I came back and basically with doctor's orders was given the opportunity to do everything I could to play just one game. [I] did it. I would have done it all over again if I had the chance."
Tkachuk said he wasn't worried about long-term effects of the break in his sternum, knowing that would heal, but there were some internal issues that that led to some scary moments.
"I'll try to keep it short, but there's all the blood vessels and stuff and that was the scary part at the time and that was the most concerning part in my health at the time," Tkachuk said. "But right now, it's good."
He was able to play Game 4 despite not even being able to get out of bed without assistance from his brother, Ottawa Senators forward Brady Tkachuk.
"I'm not going to lie, that was the craziest thing I've ever kind of been a part of," Brady said Tuesday, also for a future episode of the "NHL @TheRink" podcast. "I just flew in for the game because I wanted to see a Stanley Cup Final game and he came back from the rink in the morning and just looked awful. He was like, 'Iâve got to go take a nap.' And then he calls me at 3:30 and I'm downstairs. He says, 'Can you come up here?' We were just mucking it up and then he's like, 'Alright, I need you to help me up.' I'm like, 'You're joking.' He's like, 'No, I legit can't get up. I just sneezed and I thought I died.'
âHe was going through some serious pain and just to see him be able to find a way to just play in that game and have the mindset of treating this as my last game, do whatever it takes, try to get a win and put ourselves in a better position going into Game 5, I was so proud of him. The way he played, trying to work around it, not many people can do, especially at the pain level he was at."
Tkachuk finished last season tied for sixth in the NHL with 109 points (40 goals, 69 assists) in 79 games. He led the Panthers and was tied for third in the NHL in playoff scoring with 24 points (11 goals, 13 assists) in 20 games.
Florida is not expected to have defensemen Aaron Ekblad and Brandon Montour on the ice for the start of training camp; each has been rehabbing from offseason shoulder surgery. Tkachuk said they may not be back until around Christmas.
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âThree Poems for the End of the Yearâ (ć˛ćä¸éŚ) Translation
(Happy Spring Festival/Lunar New Year/Chinese New Year to all! I thought this series of poems was a good introduction for certain traditions and customs surrounding the festival, so here they are, please enjoy!)
Three Poems for the End of the Year
By Su Shi (Song dynasty, 1062 AD, 11th century)
Exchanging gifts at the end of the year is called âgifting the yearâ (1); inviting others to feast together is called âsending off the yearâ (2); keeping vigil through the night of the eve is called âwatching over the yearâ (3). Such are the customs in Shu (4) (5). Since I am now a government official in Qixia (6) and cannot return home at the end of the year, I am writing these three poems here for Ziyou (7).
Gifting the Year (1)
Each householdâs harvest is now done, which will aid in the yearly event (8).
Worried about missing out on the festivities, people exchange presents freely.
The contents vary according to their place of origin, the poor gives little while the rich gives plenty.
An enormous carp lays across the plate, within the cage rests a pair of rabbits.
The wealthy displays extravagance, their embroidered silks glowing in lustrous hues.
The poor cannot afford the luxury, and opted for small gifts of pastries.
The official residence doesnât have familiar faces, while the celebrations continued in the alleys.
I wish to celebrate with the customs of my hometown, yet there's nobody who will join me.
Sending Off the Year (2)
Faraway lives my old friend, reluctantly do we part.
Though people can return to visit, the years never will.
Where have the years gone? To the ends of the earth.
Off chasing the east-flowing waters (9), and into the timeless seas.
The neighbor to the east has the well-aged wine, and the neighbor to the west owns the fattened pig.
All for a dayâs festivity, to compensate for the melancholy of the ending old year.
But never be consumed while mourning this loss, lest you forgo the fresh new year.
If one looks back while moving forward, old age and infirmity shall catch up.
Watching Over the Year (3)
The year shall soon end, a long snake swimming towards the gloomy depths.
Its slender scales already half out of view, who can hide its intention to leave?
And if one wishes to tie up its tail, though diligent this is still in vain.
Trying their best to fight off sleep, children play merrily into the night.
Wishing the morning rooster wonât crow, my anxiety grows amid the urging of the geng drums (10) (11).
Sitting through the night whilst petals of ash drifts from the lamp (12), the Big Dipper already askew when I stand up.
Will the New Year be absent next year? I fear whatâs on my mind will be delayed again.
The youth who can cherish this singular night, their will and spirit are praiseworthy indeed.
âââââââââ-
Notes:
âGifting the Yearâ/éĽć˛/éŚĺ˛: refers to the custom of exchanging gifts at the end of the year.
âSending Off the Yearâ/ĺĽć˛/ĺŤĺ˛: refers to the custom of feasting on the 29th day of the Twelfth month in order to âbid farewell to the old yearâ.
âWatching Over the Yearâ/ĺŽć˛/ĺŽĺ˛: refers to the custom of staying up through the entire night of the eve and the early hours of the first day of the new year; lamps and candles are also kept on or lit through the night so the light can rid the residence of all evil, pestilence, and illness in preparation for the new year.
Shu/č: name of a region; the archaic name of the region known today as Sichuan/ĺĺˇ.
The first two sentences in Su Shiâs introduction here are a direct reference to the records of New Yearâs customs from the Jin dynasty (266 - 420 AD) book ă風ĺč¨ă by Zhou Chu/ĺ¨č/ĺ¨ĺ¤. In fact, Su Shiâs description here is a paraphrase of the same information in ă風ĺč¨ă: âčäšé˘¨äżďźćć˛ç¸č餽ĺďźčŹäšé¤˝ć˛ăé
éŁç¸éçşĺĽć˛ăčłé¤ĺ¤ďźéćŚä¸ç ďźčŹäšĺŽć˛â.
Qixia/ĺ˛ä¸: refers to the foot of the Qishan/ĺ˛ĺąą mountain in Shaanxi province/é輿ç today.
Ziyou/ĺçą:Â courtesy name of Su Shiâs younger brother Su Zhe/čč˝, the recipient of this letter.
Yearly event/ć˛äş: implies the New Yearâs festival, colloquially called âpassing the yearâ (Guonian/éĺš´/čżĺš´ or Dusui/庌ć˛/庌ĺ˛) or âyearly festivalâ (Nianjie/ĺš´çŻ/ĺš´č), now known more widely as âSpring Festivalâ/ćĽč (this name came about in 1914 from an official document), âLunar New Yearâ/ĺĺć°ĺš´, or âChinese New Yearâ.
East-flowing waters:Â a common Chinese literary motif that refers to the passage of time; this is because both Yangzi River and Yellow River flow eastwards.
Geng drum: a drum carried by night watchers, called Gengfu/ć´ĺ¤Ť; gengfu will sound the drum every Shichen/ćčž°/ćśčž° (1 shichen = 2 hours) during the night while he is patrolling the streets and on the look out for potential dangers like fires or robbers.
It should be noted that in the old times, age is calculated as â1 year oldâ at birth, and increases by 1 every New Yearâs festival (the resulting age number from this traditional age calculation method is now called Xusui/čć˛/čĺ˛). This is reflected in the character sui/ć˛/ĺ˛, which means both âageâ and âyearâ. This also means that in the old times, everyone has a birthdate, but there are no annual âbirthdaysâ. Now we can understand Su Shiâs anxiety while waiting for the old year to end: he will be considered â1 year olderâ after the eve ends, which reminds him that heâs aging.
Petals of ash:Â refers to the ash left by the burning candle wick.
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Original Text (Traditional Chinese):
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#my translation#chinese poem#poetry#chinese new year#lunar new year#spring festival#year of the rabbit#three poems for the end of the year#ĺ˛ćä¸éŚ#č轟
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âđđ - đđŻđđŤđ˛đđĄđ˘đ§đ | đŹđ¨đŤđŤđ˛, đ˘ đĽđ¨đŻđ đ˛đ¨đŽ
pairing: getou suguru x fem!reader
summary: anonymous musician, kogane, had been dropping non-hints of who they were since they first began releasing music to the students of tokyo metropolitan technical college nine months ago to the frustration of everyone ever.
getou suguru, long-time (arguably #1) fan and campus heartthrob with a reputation is determined to find out exactly who they are before he graduates, and he has no idea where to start. that is, until resident idiot and best friend and roommate, gojo satoru, points him in the direction of you, the musical genius behind kogane
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a/n: hey yall!! iâm here with one of the most important chapters of the series. for reference for the song that *spoiler* suguru and y/n dance to, it is house of cards - full length by bts. i recommend you search up the translation of the lyrics if you do give it a listen because it has a lot of foreshadowing (also itâs a certified banger)
[9:30 AM]
You get up with a sense of trepidation.Â
You spent all of last night picking out what to wear, and making sure you had everything youâd need so you wouldnât rush in the morning, and as you leave the apartment while Maki still asleep, you canât help feeling like your stomachâs about to spill out of your body.
A date. Your first⌠real date in a long time. Are you insane? As you check your reflection in your phone camera, you canât help but scrutinize every aspect of your face. Every imperfection. What is going on through his head? What⌠what made him suddenly ask you out?
No. He might not even have meant it like that, you tell yourself firmly, turning off your phone screen and slipping it back into your pocket. Despite what your friends said, you have to keep a sane head about you. Not to mention, all that talk about SukunaâŚ
Thereâs no space for him in your head today of all days, and you firmly try to shut down that thought before it can branch any further.
Heâs waiting in front of the building, looking around, and the way your entire body seems to lunge forward at the sight of him makes you burn in embarrassment. Heâs dressed in sweats and a hoodie, a windbreaker pulled over that, and his gym bag is slung across his body, but he looks handsome as always, and he lights up when he spots you coming over.
Your heart cramps in your chest.
âGood morning. Sorry if itâs too early,â is the first thing Suguru says as you approach him.Â
âIf it was too early, I wouldâve came later. I need to get work done anyway.â You push your glasses up your face, and fish out your student card from your pocket. Itâs attached to a lanyard, and you loop your wrist through it. âI need to stop by the recording studio first really quickly before we head to where you needa go.â
âYeah, sure.â They walk to the door, and you scan your card so they can head in as he adds casually, âYou look nice.â
Your ears warm. âWhat?â
âYou look nice,â he repeats. âI like your cardigan.â You look over at him just as thereâs a beep, but heâs already moving to hold open the door and he sweeps his arm, gesturing for you to go in first. âAfter you.â
âUh. Thanks.â Maybe itâs the memories of the last time youâd seen him flashing in your head, but your entire mouth blazes and you duck your head to walk in first, leading the way.Â
The buildingâs pretty confusing if youâre a newcomer, but itâs one of the most comfortable places youâve ever been in. Equipped with many rooms for recording music, practicing instruments, rehearsing for dance, itâs a place where many of those majoring in such studies have to be in for up to twelve hours a day. Your work space is the third floor, and Suguru follows close, just a half-step behind.
In the elevator, you glance up at the numbers.
âHowâre you and Mina?â you ask as nonchalantly as you can. âYou said you guys werenât friends?â
âI stopped seeing her,â he answers. âJust not interested anymore.â
âShe got boring?â You frown, surprised. Itâs harsh of you to say, but Suguruâs been seen hanging onto her since the party. Youâd thought that whatever had occurred to him was nothing more than water under the bridge and she was⌠sheâs prettier than you, and bubblier. Very kind. Friendly. Hard to find someone like her boring.
Suguru shrugs. âNo. She just wasnât my type.â
âSheâs not your type? But sheâs beautiful and really nice, too.â
âSo?â
âWell, if that isnât your type, I donât know what is.â The doors open and you walk ahead. He trails after you after a beat, and your mind wracks for what could possibly be the reason Suguru decided to drop someone like Mina so suddenly. Not interested in dating? Then why was he with her for the past week? And he hadnât denied the rumours surrounding him earlier when you had asked him before yesterday.
Men are so fucking confusing.Â
You shake your head.
The studio youâve unofficially designated as yours as one of the senior music students is the one closest to the lounge room that houses a small kitchen unit, big couches, and even a TV that is hoisted onto a wall.Â
You explain, briefly, about the lounge: âThereâs even a gaming system that someone donated a few years back.â Unlocking the door to the lounge for him, you turn to Suguru with a faint smile. âYou can wait here,â you tell him. âI just needa grab something next door.â
âI canât come with?â he asks and you shake your head. âWhy not?â
âItâs a surprise.â
âSurprise?â
A track that youâd been crafting for a while that you want to upload later in the year, but youâre not about to tell him that so you just smile. âMhm.â Suguru pouts playfully, and you shove him into the room, promising youâll be back soon. âIâm sure you can entertain yourself. Iâll just be next door.â
âBut I wanna see your studio.â
âYouâve seen it before.â
âI know, but itâs been a while.âÂ
âSuguru.â
âI missed you,â he sniffs, nose scrunching and a playfully childish expression on his face. You roll your eyes, and he inches closer, as if to walk past you towards your studio himself. You grab his arm, and he grins toothily. âI want to spend time with you, (Name).â
âCanât you last two seconds without me?â
âI think Iâll die,â he affirms, and you canât help your own foolish smile. He tilts his head, catching it, but you merely turn away, taking the arm youâve grabbed and throwing it towards the lounge door. âWaitââ
âStay put, baby,â you drawl, and his eyes widen. Ears beginning to pink, he opens his mouth to argue but you simply shove him deeper into the room and close the door on him.Â
Scampering to your studio, you swipe your card and slip in. Taking your laptop out of your bag, you hook it up and begin to transfer a file you wanted to insert into the track. Itâs a pretty old audio, from a recording of when you were a new student on campus, and now that youâre in your last year, you thought it would be right ro release a graduation song. A last farewell. It includes your voice back then, too, and you cringe at your own singing as you listen to it playback through headphones you shove onto one ear.
As soon as itâs done, you click through to make sure it transferred properly before sighing and unhooking everything. You try to keep your school laptop pretty empty, consisting of only new works in progress and other school files, which means all your music on the side has been shoved into USBs scattered across everywhere you live, other computers. One day, youâll be glad that you can strip this laptop bare and have it focused solely on producing your tracks and not stress out about anything else.
You slip your laptop back into your bag and head out, migrating back to the lounge room. Inside, Suguruâs laying on the couch, his legs draped over the back of it as he scrolls on his phone, but at the sound of the door opening, his eyes dart up to meet yours.
âLook who came crawling back,â he teases, drawing himself up, and you shake your head, moving to check on the fridge. Thereâs a lot in here surprisingly, but you think a lot of it comes from people working at restaurants and them bringing their leftovers when they can. You sigh, rifling through it to make sure nothingâs spoiled. It stinks up the entire floor if someoneâs not on top of it so most of the senior students keep up to date on the inside. âWoah, you got a lot of food in here.â
You jump, head snapping to the sound, and you jerk back when you find Suguruâs face mere inches away from yours. Heat flashes across your face as you straighten up, backing up. He observes you quietly through squinted eyes, and then he leans over the fridge door that barricades them from each other, smirking. âDid I scare you?â
âThe food is for all-nighters. Need coffee and food to stay awake when youâre working at 3 AM,â you manage to say, pulling away from him as quick as you can without it being weird. Dark eyes bore into yours, and you reach to close the fridge. It seals itself shut and suddenly thereâs nothing between their bodies. For some reason, it makes you feel very vulnerable. âAnd no. You didnât scare me.âÂ
He clicks his tongue with a wry side smile. âTch. Dang.â
Running a thumb underneath the shoulder strap of your laptop bag, you begin to walk away. âYouâre annoying.â
âAnd yet, you keep me around.â He follows.
.Â
Youâve only been to the uniâs dance studios once or twice, but Suguru leads you to one youâve never been in before. Itâs on the top most floor, and has a good view of the rest of the campus. When they go inside, the blinds are down, but Suguru tells you to make yourself at home and heads to pull them up, revealing so much sunlight pouring into the room it makes you squint. One wall is all mirrors to the left of the windows, and on the right are ballet barres, which you situate yourself under so youâre near the center back of the room.Â
âYou comfy there, baby?â he calls, and you look up on instinct, nodding before registering what he called you and you look down, pulling your laptop out hastily. He walks back over to you, sliding forward onto his knees with a hand planted on the ground and his leg bumps into yours as he flashes you a smile. âIf you get hungry or anything, tell me. We can stop whenever.â
âOkay. But youâre working on something, too, right?â
âMhm.â
âWhat is it?â
âJust workshopping some things,â he answers. âI hope you donât mind me playing music.â
âI got my headphones,â you reply, pulling them out. He tilts his head, eyes flickering to it, before back up to you, and you blink, brow furrowing at the soft smile that flits across his face. He sighs, sets a hand on your head and pushes himself off.
âYouâre cute,â he mutters, shaking his head. You scowl but heâs already turning his back, and youâve lost your chance to spit something out in retort.Â
This is so weird.
Is this a date or not?
It certainly doesnât feel like one. They havenât seen each other in a few days, but it feels just like it did when they hung out before. The heat, the way you feel so self-conscious around him. He gets close to you, and something in you wants to freak out but you canât even fucking tell if you want to freak out in a good way or a bad way, and then heâs gone and the entire opportunity has melted away.
Suguruâs got rid of his jacket and hoodie in favour of a loose white tee, and now that heâs just in socks, he begins to roll down his body, stretching and slowly warming up with a lo-fi music playlist that youâve just noticed beginning to play. His eyes are closed so he canât see you looking, but when he lifts his arms up above your head, a flash of skin makes you avert your gaze.
You should not be staring.
Firmly placing your headphones on, you open your audio mixing program and bury yourself into the work. The sunlight warms your skin pleasantly, and you begin to forget where you are, finding a comfortable slouch as your mind begins to run like an engine humming, searching for new nooks and crannies in the score that you can fit or adjust another aspect of the instrumental. You havenât finalized lyrics or anything, but thereâs a certain sound thatâs missing, and youâre not sure what it is.
Itâll have to be saved for later. You can never be satisfied with what you make. Itâs probably one of the worst aspects of being a perfectionist, you think. You canât let loose ends be. Itâll dog at you until you force yourself to give it up, but until then, youâll keep trying to craft the perfect goodbye.
Replaying a segment of the bridge, you adjust your legs, stretching them out in front of you and resting your computer in your lap. Your eyes glance to the top right corner to check on the battery, and you roll your neck under a palm as you fish out your charger from your bag blindly. Fingers wrapping around the looped cord, you look up.
And what catches your eye makes your entire body freeze, soften, melt. Your eyes widen as you watch Suguru dance. Heâs beautiful as he moves, his hair unbound, his body a singular flowing being that pushes and pulls with the pulse of sound. Your heart lurches into your throat as you dumbly slide the headphones off your ears just to hear what heâs hearing.
Youâve seen him dance beforeâof course, you have at year-end festivals and other presentations. In short bursts when they were talking about the project. Itâs not an unknown fact that Suguru is one of the most talented dancers in the program.Â
But thereâs something different here. It doesnât feel like a performance, more itâs like youâre watching something youâre not sure you should be seeing.
The purest expression of human emotion in the way his body is impacted by each note, Suguru bleeds something⌠vulnerable. Something raw. Itâs a pain that echoes and your legs twitch, as if you want to join him, and it takes all your impulse control to stay down.
Youâve never been so close to Suguru while he was immersed fully in his choreography, and when his feet shift, when his arms stretch into those languid lines that are honed with practice, you canât help but feel something swell in your chest. It hoists the two broken halves of your heart like a balloon, and mends the sharp edges with soft, buttery rubber that wanes under the grace of his pirouette.
You feel soft, and warm, and cherished as you observe art. You donât know if this is how other people feel when they watch him dance, but this is how you feel. It might be because you have feelings for him, or maybe itâs the way his eyes are barely open, letting his instinct guide him, letting his heart lead his body to extend into the most beautiful lines, but in the sunlight pouring through the wide, tall windows, you are sure that Suguruâs pale golden figure swaying to the song pouring from the speakers is as close to an angel as you will ever get.
The song begins to climax, and Suguru prepares himself for a sharp spin. Your breath hitches and the world begins to slow as he pushes off his foot. Leg out to the side, he begins to pull it in with a control you canât even fathom. As he turns faster and faster, though, his balance falters, and he stumbles out of the turn four rotations in.
Collapsing to his knees, Suguru lets out a frustrated noise, and he rolls out and lands spread-eagle on his back. He slaps his hand on the floor before it curls into a tight fist, and he throws an arm over his eyes. When the track completely finishes, he flips himself onto his hands and knees, and pushes himself up to his feet again, eyes dark and a displeased scowl plastered across his mouth. Itâs so dark it nearly takes you aback, but you know exactly the feeling.
âI like the song,â you offer quietly as the music starts again from the beginning of the track. Suguruâs gaze snaps to you, and you meet his stare head on, offering a half-smile and a shrug. The tension in his face melts away, and the corner of his lip pulls up. Using the bottom of his tee to wipe the sweat from his face, he sighs, and turns around, staring at himself in the mirror and letting his arms swing out, shaking the excess tension out. âYouâre a beautiful dancer, Suguru.â
âThanks. If I could get this turn, maybe Iâd be even better,â he adds the latter in a softer, more venomous tone, and you shake your head.
âIt looks difficult.â
âI guess.â He shakes his head and sets himself into the prep stance for the turn again. His shoulders square off, and he shifts his weight testily on his back foot. Arms out, he stares at his own reflection, and heâs about to go when he drops his limbs, turning around to look at you. âDonât watch me.â
âWhy?â
âIt makes me nervous.â
You canât help but laugh. âMe?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âBecause when pretty girls watch me, I get shy,â he drawls, hands on his hips. His tee sleeves have been folded up as a make-shift tank top, and his postureâs slouched as he cocks his head, still catching his breath. He wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. âTurn around, (Name).â
âI literally will not do that,â you reply. âStaring at the wall is stupid.â
âFor me?â
âWhat on earth makes you think that would make me change my mind?â
He sighs dramatically, and you canât help your smile growing as he turns back around. You return your focus to your laptop, but watch through your eyelashes as he sets himself into his prep stance once more. One attempt. Two. Four.
You canât tell if itâs getting better or worse. You have no expert eye, but when Suguru falls onto his back and runs a hand raggedly through his sweaty hair, pulling on the ends, you know for sure that he isnât feeling his best. You sigh, putting all your stuff down and getting up. He doesnât raise his head at the sound, and your heart swells in sympathy at the fierce scowl twists his face.
Descending to your knees, your lips press together, and he tilts his head towards you. An arm has been tossed over his eyes again, and he lifts it a bit higher when he realizes youâre so close.
âThis is embarrassing,â he admits. âI wanted to impress you with how unbearably talented I was at dancing, but Iâve been stuck on this part of my routine for weeks. To be honest, I thought the extra motivation would help.â
âPerfectionist,â you mutter, surprisingly fond. His face softens, and you help him sit up. He shakes his head, and you let your hand rest on his elbow as he hunches over, sighing. âMaybe youâre in a rut because youâre so focused on it.â
âYou think?â
âMmm, thatâs how I feel when I compose something. If thereâs sections that arenât connecting the way I want, I just keep working and go back to it.â Sitting back on your calves, you shrug. âI get frustrated really easily, but I have a pride thing about it, so itâs been a hard road of figuring out that giving your brain a break actually helps see the solution clearer.â
You feel cold compared to the heat radiating off of him. When he offers a hand, you let go of his elbow to take it, and together, they stand. Your heart is pulsing at a mellow pace, but it oozes warm honey everywhere through your body, and it makes your limbs feel lethargic. Your mouth opens, and you wonder what you wouldâve said, but Suguru merely grins and it silences you.
âYou always know what to say, huh.â
âIâve been freaking out about a lot of things long before I met you,â you answer, and he laughs. Suguru squeezes your hand before letting go and heading to where his phone is hooked up and you grab your fingers, the tingling that buzzes over your skin making you uncomfortable in your own skin. âWhat are you doing now?â
Pausing the music, he scrolls on his phone, and youâre about to head over, curiosity piqued, but he holds out a hand, concentration overtaking his features.
âHold on one second⌠trying to find it, ahâhere it is.â
He presses play and piano begins to flow through the speakers before a strong, hearty string accompaniment joins the instrumental, and Suguru begins to saunter over to you as vocals kick in. You barely hide your smile at the over-exaggerated way he bends his knees as he swaggers over, his body swaying like a piece of silk flowing through wind.
âWhat are you doing?â
âConvincing you to dance with me with my uncontrollable appeal.â
You laugh. âYouâre doing a terrible job of doing it.â
âAm I?â He finally arrives within arms length, and his fingers reach for your forearms, trailing down to your wrists. Leaving trails of cold fire that cause your spine to shudder, you let him pull you into him, and you shake your head as he guides your hand onto his shoulder. His other hand clasps yours in a firm grip you can easily slip out of, and his eyes are on yours the whole time, gauging for any sort of discomfort that could flicker across your face.Â
His concern is touching, but you canât imagine even deciding to run now as his arm tentatively rests on your waist. You step closer, and his Adamâs apple bobs. A tiny nod to himself, Suguru adjusts his feet, shifting his weight in a easy, simple move to the music.Â
âMaybe youâre not so bad,â you admit, tilting your head. Your hand on his shoulder runs down the curve of it, and you watch the sun hit his smooth face thatâs not lost its pink tinge ever since youâve come close to him. âYou know how to lead.â
âIâm an excellent dance partner,â he informs you, and you roll your eyes.
âDonât let me convince you otherwise.âÂ
You have never danced with someone like his before. Itâs completely out of your comfort zone to be this close with someone who you arenât already close with, but Suguru tells no lie in regards to his passion for dancing. You canât deny you donât feel out of place as Suguru turns them around the room to the beat as the music begins to pick up in the chorus.Â
His feet are placed smoothly, and he guides you without you needing to glance around, but youâre not quite sure you couldâve looked away from his dark eyes either way. Dark, affectionate, his watchful gaze does not stray from your face for a moment. Hair nearly falls into his eyes, but every time, you brush it back behind his ear, and he smiles when you touch his faceânot a full smile, but that one he does that pulls at the corner of his mouth teasingly. Like a secret shared between two people. A secret between the sun and the moon.
He lifts his hand to turn you a few times, and he always catches you as they disappear in between the violin, the sound of the singers breathing through their notes in heavenly harmonies, the consistent pattern of piano chords that you can hear as clear as you can feel your blood in your ears.Â
Music is your life. You canât deny it. That, and the intrinsic link it has to dancing. The expressions of the soul. Oh⌠Suguru. You cannot help but think of the poeticism of it. The romance of it all. Your rose-tinted glasses shift, catch the sunlight, and you canât help your smile grow bigger as the music begins to fade. You and Suguru still step to their own tune thatâs been strung into their bodies, and as he guides you into another spin, you realize then that you trust him entirely.
You trust Suguru not to drop youâor, at least, to break your landing when you fall for him.
Whether itâs to reciprocate your feelings, though you doubt it, you know that through everything he says, everything he does⌠he cares about you. Youâre not stupid enough to deny that he has some sort of affection for you, and that he only has your best intentions, and you have to tell him. You have to tell him everything. Sukuna. Your feelings. Everything. It bottles up inside you, shakes so suddenly like a boiling kettle, that you think you might explode.
He stops your turn, and their fingers find each other easily this time, interlacing. Suguruâs smiling at you, and you lift your hand from his shoulder to brush a few stray strands back away from his face. He turns his face into your knuckles, and you poke his brow, pushing him back.
âYouâre so clingy,â you mumble, secretly pleased, and he laughs. Nerves twist your stomach as you let your hand return to his shoulder. âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âI missed you. We havenât spoken at all in person this week since the party.â His hand on your waist does not let go, and you let go of his hand in favour of draping your arms over his shoulders lazily. His free palm settles on your other side and they toddle, sway to a panel of sunlight where itâs warm. Suguru hums, slowly stopping their rocking rhythm so they can just stand in the golden beam. âYouâre a good follower. If you were in our program, so many people would want to partner up with you.â
âItâs not hard to be a follower. The lead does all the work.â
âThatâs not true,â he corrects. âItâs hard to let go of control and trust someone like that, especially people you donât know that well. The lead has to know where theyâre going most of the time and physically hold up their partner, true, but the follower has to let themself flow with the lead. If they resist, it makes everything impossible. They support the lead just as much as the lead supports them.â
âBut I do know you. Thatâs why I trust you,â you reply. âIf it were anyone else, I wouldnât even let them touch me.â
âHah. Now, that, I have some experience in.â
âSo, youâre happy that Iâm letting you so close to me, now?â Something playfully malevolent possesses your tongue and you nearly regret your next words as they fly out: âNanami wasnât this close to me at the Halloween party, if youâre still keeping score.â
He groans. âDonât bring up my stupid lapse of judgement, (Name).â
âI think Iâll bring it up as much as Iâd like,â you retort, grinning. âYou got so jealous over nothing.â
âIt wasnât nothing. He likes you and you guys spent nearly the whole night together.â
âWell, whose fault was that? I wanted to spend time with you, but you decided to be all grumpy, but donât worry, I havenât seen him since.â You narrow your eyes at him. âAre you jealous again? He barely even exists to me.â
âI know, butââ
Exasperated, you shake your head. âSuguru. Why do you care so much? And I know I asked you this before, but⌠but Nanamiâs not here. Heâs not evenâI donât even have any way to message him, and itâs not like he reached out, so why does it still bother you?â
âBecause itâs stupid.â
âWhat is?â
âHow much I wanted to be where he was,â he confesses. Each word presses against your skin in a plush, soft breath, and your heart shoots forward as he tilts his head, his nose brushing against yours. Stomach tightening, you swallow, lips parting. Suguru lets out another pained sigh, âOh, fuck.â
His eyes find your mouth.
When Sukuna kissed you for the first time five years ago, it had been your very first kiss. You hadnât known, truly, what it would spiral into. You couldnât really see his eyes at the time, and in your dreams, they are swallowed by his shadows. In reality, his room had just been too dark to make out anything more than the shape of his nose, his chin, his lips, outlined by the light of his laptop screen. You couldnât even watch it happen. It just happened.Â
One moment, you were watching a show, the next, a mouth had pressed against yours softly, and you submitted to him. For years, you have wondered if the lights had been on, if you wouldâve still been there. If the lights had been on as a witness to what your body was doing, would your brain have screeched to a stop?
You think of this now.
Not because you want to think of him. You donât. You just look into Suguruâs face, and you think of Sukuna, who you can barely recall at this very moment, and you watch it happen this time.Â
Thereâs so much sunlight in this room itâs almost spilling out of their skin, and you can see the way Suguruâs eyebrows twitch together. You watch his thoughts like a one-way glass; you can see into him, and he canât see a single thing into you, and as he searches your eyes, your mouth, your face for the answers to questions youâre nearly certain heâs silently asking, a sinking feeling begins to rise into your stomach at how long itâs taking. Sukuna had been near instantaneous. You had initiated last time at the party.
But theyâre both sober right now, in broad daylight, and theyâre both more than aware of whatâs going to happen. Youâre aware of every atom in your bodyâthe placement of his hands on your body, your arms over his muscled shoulders. You can see the pores in his cheeks, the small acne scars from when he was a teenager you didnât know existed.
Wasnât this how a kiss went? Donât they just go for it?
âIf you kissed me right now,â you mumble, feeling more and more uncertain the longer the moment drags on, âI wouldnât be mad at you or anything.â
Yet, he still doesnât move.
Why?
Because he wonât do it.
No.
Because why would he?Â
Youâre right.
Why⌠would Getou Suguru ever kiss you when heâs sober?
âI canât,â he finally utters, and the little voice in your head crows in triumph. You draw your hands back until youâre holding onto his shoulders, but even that feels like too much and you step far enough that his hands fall off your body too.Â
Oh⌠but you expected this, didnât you?Â
Fucking shut up.
A boiling oily feeling coats your nose and cheeks as Suguru scowls at the floor, fists clenching and unclenching. His knuckles blanche, and you stare at them, trying to ignore the burning in your eyes. The back of your neck prickles as he curses hotly. âFuck. Fuck me.â
âWhat?â you intone, lifting your head with a deep breath and pasting a smile on your face. His head jerks to you, but you only keep that wry half-smile on your face. âTaking the rejection harder than me or something?â
A horrified expression seizes his face, and he grabs your arms suddenly, his mouth opening to explain in a rush. âNo, no. (Name), waitââ
âSuguru, itâs fine if you donât want to kiss me,â you tell him despite the ache in your heart. Gently pushing his grip off with the side of your palms, you pull away. Your face is burning with shame, but you swallow your injured pride in favour of appearing unaffected. Itâs better if people donât know how they hurt you. Itâs embarrassing when others figure out that they can hurt you like that.Â
After all, youâre supposed to be cold, closed off. Untouchable.
Except, you had decided you would tell him anyway, didnât you? Youâd tell him all about the hurt that has festered and rotted in your heart in hopes that itâll clear a space for him to settle in.
Except, when Suguru reaches for you again so insistently, tentative shaking fingers at your wrists, you donât feel as invincible as youâd like.
Youâre a book open for his perusal. Youâll tell him. You will. Heâs already denied you one thing, but if you want to be friends with Getou Suguru, you must be as honest with him as he has always been with you.
âActually,â you finally manage to say, âthis is probably a good thing. It was stupid of me. We both said we werenât looking for⌠for anything, so itâs better not to complicate things with that sort of stuff. I get it.â
â(Name).â His thumbs stroke your wrists and you want to curse his name. â(Name), no, No, itâs not that I donât⌠you donât understand how stupid I feel knowing I said all that shit about you not being my type and here I am standing, wanting nothing more than for you to kiss me. Or let me kiss you.â He laughs nervously, and draws your hands closer to his chest. You can feel his heart thumping swift like a river against your knuckles, but you can only blink in response to his own words. âItâs just⌠I need to tell you something before I dig myself too deep a hole that I canât get myself out, yâknow, Iââ
âI like you, Suguru,â you blurt out, and when those words leave your mouth, you feel so relieved you think your heart might float out of your body. Suguruâs mouth drops open and you twist your hands to take hold of his own, squeezing painfully. âI like you⌠a lot. Like in a âI want to date youâ way, which I know you donât exactly fuck with, but, yâknow, I canât help it. Fuck, it feels good to tell you, but I have to tell you, Iâm fucking mortified right now because Iâm pretty sure Iâm just digging myself a deeper grave.â
â(Name)⌠IâŚâ
âAnd you donât have to do anything with that knowledge. You probably have people telling you that all the time, so I just thought Iâd toss my two cents while Iâm here because itâs good to be honest, right? We promised to be honest. Iâm not feeding your ego again after this so you might as well take this while you can,â you ramble, that smile digging deeper and deeper into your lips. He watches you with a sympathy that makes you hate everything as he lifts a hand to cradle your face. You recoil, turning your head away but he grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. âWhat?â
âCan I tell you a secret, (Name)?â he asks softly, and his thumb stretches up to rest just underneath the swell of your bottom lip. He regards you in a way that makes you shatter, and when he smiles, you think that a rotten part of you that died five years ago breathes to lifeâswells with blood, oxygen, knits together unnaturally to the side of you like a tumour. But itâs just you. Itâs just your heart. âI tell every person that theyâre not my type to let them down as gently as I can.â
A beat. âThatâs not gentle,â you point out, strangled, and he hums.
âI know. I⌠itâs the best way I can put it. Itâs rarely ever because of them, though.â As if that excuses it. At your silence, Suguru explains himself with a quiet tint of shame: âItâs⌠just I couldnât think of someone who could change my mind on relationships, and there was all these people wanting something I couldnât give them. I never wanted to date because it never felt like it would be worth it to open up to someone, yâknow, and then break up with them and start over. There wasnât anyone I wanted to get to know like that again. It was just a waste of effort.â
âSuguruâŚâ
âI know. There has to be some deep-rooted fucking psychological problem with me because who thinks about the end before it begins, right? I never want to miss anyone ever again.â He chuckles mirthlessly and your brow furrows, your frown grows. âThen at the party, the idea that Nanami could have you drove me fucking crazy.â
âWe donât have to go over this again,â you tell him hastily. âI was just joking about it.â
âNo. We do, because I donât want to lose you to someone else more than I donât want to miss you.â He strokes your bottom lip, and his face softens. In the sunlight, his eyes are clear brown, as if youâre seeing through crystals, and you reach up shakily to touch his cheek. He smiles as soon as your fingers brush his skin. âI was lying when I said it would be lame to care about it. Itâs not. Itâs actually so fucking not lame that I feel⌠I donât know. I donât want any other person looking at you, or talking to you the way I want to talk to you, but I was afraid youâd freak out if I told you, but I canât not tell you when I get so irrational about it because I fucking like you.â
You inhale sharply. No. This has to be a joke. âYou do?â
He nods. âI do. Iâll swear to whatever you want me to swear on that I do.â
âY-you⌠you donât have to do all of that,â you murmur, and he chuckles, touching your face everywhere, looking at your eyes, your nose, your brow where sunlight is dancing across your skin. He carefully pulls your glassess off, tucking them into his sweatpants pocket, and his fingers dust over your eyelids. Cupping your jaw, Suguru hums, amused, and you donât know what to do with your hands. One of them is still on his cheek, the other over his shoulder, and although the silence swallows them, you think your world has stopped.
Getou Suguru likes you.
Getou Suguru likes you back.
This hasnât all been for nothing. Your heart tripping in your chest, you try to figure out if heâs lying or if heâs joking so he can try to scam you for sympathy points, but as soon as you think it, a pulse of disgust rises up in defense of the boy.Â
Suguru would never hurt you on purpose. Not like this. He knows. He has just as much on the line as you.
âCan I have my glasses back?â you demand quietly, and he laughs.
âYouâre so beautiful.â His breath kisses your skin, and your lips part before you remember yourself, pressing your mouth into a thin line and swallowing hard. âSo⌠so beautiful. I canât stand it.â
âStop talking nonsense.â
ââM not,â he mumbles. âI wanna kiss you so badly. You drive me crazy, but I always feel like Iâm finally a little bit more sane when Iâm around you.â Your shoulders sink and he pulls away just to stare at your face. His thumb touches your under-eye, and he sighs. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you haul him into a hug, one he accepts fully with his arms encircling your waist. âI havenât felt sane in a long, long time.â
âSuguruâŚâ
âI need to tell you something, (Name),â he murmurs, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped around your waist. His heat seeps into your bodyâheâs wearing a freshly washed shirt, and he smells like his cologne and a hint of sweat. Every inch of him is soft, pliant, and when he tucks his head into your shoulder, silky strands of his hair fall through the crevices of your hand when you card your fingers through. âI donât want to lose you.â
âI need to tell you something, too,â you whisper.Â
âOkay. Okay.â He withdraws, and holds your face in his hands, before smiling. It doesnât reach his eyes, but his effort shines through the dimple that pokes his cheek, and you touch it. Youâd never noticed he had dimples before. âYou tell me first.â
.
You sit against the wall underneath the barre. Thatâs where Suguru finds you when he returns with drinks from the nearest cafĂŠ on campus. Handing you a matcha latte, he grins at your glasses back on your face, and he reaches down to fiddle with them. You smack his hand, scowling, and he chuckles, sitting down beside you.
âHow much was it?â
âI dunno why you even try, baby,â he says around a sip of his own coffee, and you roll your eyes, crossing an arm over your stomach and taking a stubborn taste of your own drink. Your lips twitch into a faint pleased smile, before you set it down beside you and look over at him. âSo⌠we got drinks. Do you wanna talk about it or do you want a little more time?â
âNo. I had time to think about how I wanted to say it,â you mutter, although you wonât look at him. He frowns around his drink. A part of him is secretly dreading what youâre about to tell him. Itâs hard to decipher, especially when after that whole sunlight dance, you had detached yourself so robotically, and asked him to give you some time alone to organize your thoughts. Suguru canât read your every thought, even though he likes to flatter himself with thinking he can read you better than most people, so he sits there, nursing his drink as you pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.
âThere was a guy in high school. He was my⌠first everything, I guess,â you utter at length. âHe was sort of everything I wasnât. I was a band kid, yâknow, choir. Smart-ish. He was kind of like the bad boy. But popular, and it was sort of annoying because I didnât really get it. He had all these girls trying to ask him out, but he was mean to them, so why the fuck would they want him?â A hint of a laugh makes his heart ache. You sound so nostalgic, so young, then. âBut⌠then we became desk mates. Itâs stupid, but I liked him because he wasnât ever mean to me and I felt special. He was a bit rude, but he wouldnât insult me over stuff I was insecure about, and he was really patient when I was dealing with things. We were friends, sort of. I guess. Friend circles didnât mix, but we shared classes.â
Suguru thinks he has an idea of where itâs going as you unfold yourself, crossing your legs and leaning back against the wall. You stare at some far off distant point in the floor, but he only has eyes on you.
âI liked him a lot in my second year of middle school, but then nothing ever happened, and we drifted apart. I guess we were just too different, but thereâs that feeling, I donât know if you ever⌠but itâs like when you have these people in your life, and you look at them, and you think, âoh, I could fall in love with you so easily if I had the chance.â He was like that person for me. I thought if I ever tried even a little, I could really like him again, and maybe I just never stopped liking him, because I wasnât really interested in anyone else besides him.â
âDid anything ever come out of it?â he asks softly.
You nod, swallowing. A bitterness curves your lip. âIn my second year of high school, we somehow⌠I donât even remember how anymore. It just happened we reconnected somehow, and we decided to hang out, just the two of us. I feel like it was me who initiated it, because I feel so stupid about it.â Wistful: âIt was winter. Not snowy. It was just beginning to melt, actually, and I thought we were just friends just going out for lunch. I thought⌠I thought he wanted to hang out with me because we were friends.â
His heart drops. A premonition of dread begins to grow darker and sharper in the back of his mind. â(Name), you donât have toââ
âHe invited me back to his house,â you whisper, trembling. âAnd we were just watching some show that we were talking about earlier. I donât know how it happened. I just kept saying yes because I wanted to, I really did, and I thought he liked me. That he had sex with me becauseâŚâ You cannot continue the sentence. Instead, you inhale sharply, and let out an agonizing exhale. âWhen he dropped me off at my house after, he texted me that he loved spending time with me, but he didnât have feelings for me and that he just wanted to be honest so I didnât get hurt further down the road. Isnât that funny? It makes me laugh because I had to sit there, holding onto my phone, and pretend that my heart wasnât breaking reading his texts. When he said he cared about me, but he didnât want a relationship with me because we wouldnât work out in the long run, he could see it, and that all we did⌠that all of that was pretty much⌠nothing to him. Man, I felt so.... so disgusting and used.âÂ
Raging anger shoots through his system as you shake your head and let out a quivering breath. âIt hurts so much, in here.â A hand against your heart. Your eyes are closed, head tilted against the wall, and your lips are pulled into a grimace as if youâre holding back tears. Suguruâs entire body feels hollow as he watches your face scrunch up at the memory. âWhy did he do that if he always knew he didnât want to be with me?â You donât wait for or want his answer. âAnd the worst thing is⌠I canât ever bring myself to hate him. I canât. I fell in love with him over the course of that day, and I⌠itâs so hard to get over someone you never even dated, Suguru, you have no fucking idea.â
A beat of silence. You inhale deeply, lifting your head from the wall to look at him blankly, and it clicks. The way you tried so hard to avoid his touch, your aversion for a relationship. You had given yourself to someone before, and they had discarded you like nothing.
âSomething must have happened between him dropping him off at my house, and driving back to his own,â you continue with such a strong conviction that it makes Suguruâs heart ache. âMaki thinks he was just a fucking douchebag, but none of my friends knew him like I did. Itâs been five years, and sometimes I think I canât move on, but then I met you, andâŚâ
âDo you still love him?â he asks tentatively, and your smile grows fonder, your eyes fall to half-mast as you regard him in that way of yours that makes him feel like heâs the only thing you see. Suguru looks down between them, his mind a swirl.
He already knows what heâs decided: he canât tell you. He canât tell you the truth. Not after this. Shoko can kill him for all he cares, but if she knew what he knew, she would fucking understand.
âWhen I first started liking you, I was so afraid that everything that happened with him would happen to me again, but you make me feel willing to try.â Your fingers stretch to touch his hand, and he takes hold of you immediately. âIâm telling you because itâs important, and I want to explain everything. Why I canât move fastâwhy this is a really big deal for me. Suguru, please, look at me.â He sets down his latte and does so. âIt still affects me. It still scares me, but I want to try. Do you⌠do you want to try?â
Youâre so beautiful. Tentative with your heart in his hands, but open. You want to give him everything. You want him, and Suguru is a selfish boy with a liarâs tongue. He canât hurt you now. Everything he wanted to tell you, the courage heâd been building up since he asked you out last night, crumbles to ash.
Because to say Getou Suguru is not a lover is not entirely true. He wants love. He needs it. But he is not built for loveânot designed to be a capsule for it where it can age and ripen and grow into something warmer and hearty and healthier. He is a sieve. Everything will fall through no matter how fine, how big, a particle is, and he can do nothing but watch.
And you want to love him, but he remembers Riko, and Nanami, and now there is another figure in the corner of his eye that looks like a stranger, and you are in front of him, surrounded by all this shadow, untouched, pure in the light. You are the sun, unmarked by the noxious miasma that fogs his brain.Â
His throat tightens.Â
Rikoâs youthful face is just like he remembers, flickering by your shoulder and smilling, completely unaware of anything happening as she speaks to someone. He hasnât seen a mirage of her in so long. Not since she died. He used to see hints of her in the halls of the school, wisps of someone who used to be alive, and knows this is just a residual memory playing in his mind.Â
An everlasting reminder.
But you wouldâve liked her, he thinks. You are both too sunshine-like to not get along.
Because you are the sun. Hidden behind a cloudy, stormy exterior, Suguru has never seen someone shine quite so brightly as you when you finally let him in.
âSuguru,â you whisper presently, reaching to touch his face, and he blinks, head jerking to you. When had he even drifted away? âAre you still there?â Your fingers touch his cheek. âYou look a little⌠lost.â
âI want us to work,â he insists, and his eyes close. âSorry. I just was thinkingâŚâ
âYouâre here,â you tell him softly. âAnd Iâm here, if you want me to be.â
âOkay.â He nods. âOkay, Iâm okay.â
âYouâre okay,â you repeat, and he lets out a soft sigh, opening his eyes. âLetâs get up, and find something to eat.â
âIâm sorry. Iâm all distracted when you told me all this stuff. I promise, itâs not because itâs not important, itâs becauseââ
âYouâre thinking about Riko, arenât you,â you murmur, and his eyes flash to you. âI can tell.â
âYou can?â
âRelationships are a big commitment, and youâre⌠youâre sort of scared of commitment, Suguru. Dunno if you can tell,â you murmur, voice edging on teasing. It diffuses the heat inside him, and he slouches as you chuckle, coming closer. He lets you, fingers wrapping around your wrist to hold your hand against his face. Kissing the palm of your hand, he closes his eyes. âCould be because of her.â
âIt probably is.â
âI mean, Iâm not a psychiatrist, soâŚâ you drawl playfully, and he lifts his head again, glaring at you in faux irritation. You smirk. âWhat?â
âYouâre too smart.â
âWhy else would you like me?â
âDo you want me to whip out my notes, again?â he asks, pulling away, and you scoff. âI can do it. Iâm gonna do it.â
âDo notââ
âIâm getting up to do it.â Pushing himself to his feet, he begins to walk back to where he left his phone and you call his name, annoyed. He doesnât listen though, content to walk like thereâs a breeze beneath his feet. He just about reaches the table when something grabs his hand, pulling him backwards. His muscles contract, hauling you close as he turns around, and he catches you before they can knock heads.
âI donât wanna hear about your weird lists,â you snap, eyes narrowed, but you donât try to escape, and he chuckles, leaning in closer and rubbing the tip of his nose against yours teasingly.
âWhy not, baby?â
âBecause itâs embarrassing,â you mumble, turning your face away. He lifts a hand from your bicep to tilt your face back towards him, and he leans in close. âStop,â you whine. âYou make me feel so stupid.â
âWhatâs so embarrassing about me having feelings for you?â he utters softly, and you inhale, shivering in his hold. âShouldâve known as soon as I made a list of all the things I knew about you in my notes app that I was a goner.âÂ
Your eyes meet his, and heâs struck by the glow in your eyes. Itâs not something physics can explain. Something more innate than science ignites Suguru from head to toe and he feels like heâs been ushered into a warm room after nights spent out in the winter night.Â
You swallow, lips parting to speak, but he rushes to cut you off: to say youâre beautiful, youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever fucking known. But what comes out instead is: âShit.â
You frown. âWhat is it?â
âIs it okay if I kiss you?â
Your eyes widen, and you struggle to formulate a sentence, before settling on a nod, your breathy âyesâ just barely reaching his ears.
Suguru lifts his hand to remove your glasses, setting them blindly on the surface behind them. He cannot take his eyes off you. The sunlight is just barely hitting your face, giving your skin a warm glow despite the coming winter.
And thereâs that tiny little frown again, the one he adores so much. He needs to kiss that pouty mouth or he thinks heâll starve.
Suguru kisses you, and his entire body cannot help but meld into yours. He pulls you even closer until youâre flush against him, his hands immediately cupping your jaw as soon as he feels your body against his. Your fingers wrap around his wrists gently, your mouth parting, and he feels your gasp in his body as his tongue tentatively slips against yours, warm and soft and velvety.Â
You let out a soft keening noise, and a hot surge pulses through Suguruâs core, but he suppresses the desire and pulls back. Sucking in a deep breath, he returns with lingering, but chaste kisses, and your fingers dig into his wrists tightly as you push up against him, almost chasing him. It makes him grin against your mouth, and he draws back fully, thumb brushing the swell of your lip.
Your eyes open slowly, dreamily. You look so happy that Suguru wants to eternalize this moment. He doesnât want to let another thing hurt you in this life, in this world. Not when heâs still here by your side. He wants to swear it, but he canât, and all of a sudden, his heart cramps in his chest so intensely itâs like itâs reminding him that itâs still here, and still beating, still alive.Â
Heâs been here before, or something that looks enough like it. His mind reeling, his eyebrows knit together as he thinks back to earlier this week, to when he had said he couldnât be your boyfriend. All the events leading up to that moment, even the positions their bodies had been in as he said it, are unclear blobs of colour vaguely resembling their costumes, but when you shift your body, his stomach tightens and he sucks in a soft breath.
Theyâve been here before. Arms around each other, eyes shining with all the adoration a human being can possible encompass. Your legs wet against his from the hot tub. Your mouth burning from the alcohol as you kissed him senseless. His hands on your body, the sneaking glances when theyâd returned, concealed by drunk giggles.
You burrowing into his hoodie as you fell deeper asleep on Satoruâs couch, relaxed and at peace in the remnants of their party.
Did you have feelings for him then? How far back did they go? Do they go as far as heâs willing to acknowledge his own? Or did they come closer to today, where they stand now, body to body, nose to nose. He wants to know. He wants to know everything.Â
âSuguru? What is it?â you whisper presently, derailing his thought train. Their illusion is slowly breaking, and the golden bubble is rapidly disappearing as you frown. Suguru meets your eyes tenderly. Oh, you are the most precious thing, and he is weak at the knees.
âYouâve kissed me before,â he informs, scarcely audible. You flinch away from him, but he doesnât let go of your waist, squeezing reassuringly. âIâm not mad. Iâm justââ
âI thought you didnât remember.â Horrified, you duck your head. âShit. IâI didnât want to tell you in case it didnât mean anything. I⌠I thought you didnât remember.â
âI didnât. I just remembered.â Then, testing: âDo you remember anything?â
Your shoulders sink and you shake your head. A swell of relief tides in Suguru despite the guilt prickling in his gut. So you donât remember what he said. Thatâs good. Itâs simpler if you donât remember stupid things heâs said.
Donât get him wrong. He was honest with you back then when he said he couldnât be your boyfriend, but that had been drunk thoughts, insecurity, and the secret of it all threatening to spill out of his chest. He couldnât wasnât the same as he shouldnât or he wouldnât.Â
You regard him warily. âAre we okay?âÂ
Suguru blinks, and thereâs that distinct feeling from his youth growing up side by side with someone like Satoru; that feeling of not being quite able to catch up. Mouth dry, he affirms, âOf course. I just wish you told me. Then, I wouldnât have had to waste this week trying to figure shit out.â
âYeah, well, I was scared it didnât really matter to you. It was just a kiss, after all, and I didnât want to ruin something over a thing I mightâve blown out of proportion when you probably didnât care, so I⌠I donât know. Yâknow, I take that stuff kinda seriously.â
âWell, it wasnât just a kiss to me,â he says. âYou kissed me. The girl I like kissed me. I wouldâve been fucking elated if I remembered.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah. And then, maybe today wouldnât have been an elaborate, subtle, kind of vague ploy to get you to go out with me, and we could actually be going out for real right now.â
Your eyebrows shoot up. âWas this supposed to be a romantic date?â you ask curiously, and heat rises to his face as you carefully wrap your arms around his neck. He puts on a smile and shrugs carelessly. âStupid.â
âHave you been on better dates?â
âConsidering what I just told you, no. So, granted, youâre winning so far,â you tease. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you shake your head. âI get to make fun of it. Itâs okay.â
âAre you sure?â
âMhm. Five years, and Iâm getting over it. Enough to like your sorry ass.â
âWell, sorry you fell for my good looks, charisma, and natural talent for everything.â You shove him away, scoffing, and he laughs, grabbing your hand again, and squeezing it. âCâmon. Something to eat, right?â
âYouâre driving us somewhere, then.â
âDemanding me of something already and weâre not even five minutes into this relationship,â he jokes. Your gaze darts to him warily, and you cross your arms over your chest. He catches the shift, and he straightens up, smile shrinking. âWhat is it?â
âThatâs what this is?â you ask quietly. Your fingers dig into your own biceps as you look away. âA relationship?â
He frowns, hesitantly asking, âIsnât that what you want?â
âI⌠I do want it,â you admit, âbut now that it might happen, I donât know if I can do it. If I can just go out in public and say, hey, Iâm dating the guy everyone wants to date. Thatâs just not me.â
âWe donât have to make a big announcement out of everything. We can just⌠see how it goes, canât we? Play it safe and slow,â he murmurs, but you shake your head, looking doubtfully at the space between their bodies. âHey, hey, hey. Itâs really no big deal to me how you wanna go about this. I really do like you, and if you want to date, fine, if not⌠thatâs fine, too.â
You deliberate this for a moment.
Then: âIâm just gonna this first before we go further that youâre not gonna fuck me.â
His body goes stiff. Not from disappointment, but just by the sheer amount of ice in your tone. âWhat?â
You turn to pick up your glasses from behind you. âWeâre not having sex or anything today. If thatâs what youâre looking for, tough luck.â You slide them on, trying to move past him, but he grabs your elbows insistently, keeping you rooted before him. You try to fight it at first, begrudging attempts at trying to rip yourself away, but Suguru is stronger. When you finally donât try to run, he lifts an index finger to your chin, guiding your gaze back to him, and your face contorts, anguished and cracking apart at the seams.Â
âDonât ever think that. Iâm not here just so I can have sex with you, (Name).â
âI know itâs out of left-field but most guys expect that, donât they?â
âYeah, but I donât,â he insists firmly, trying to keep the irritation out of his tone. He knows heâs not annoyed at you and he doesnât want you to mistake it that way. Heâs pissed that you think like that, sure, but you have every reason. Fuck, if he could just⌠somehow heal that part of you, heâd give anything, but youâd hate his pity. Gentler, he adds: âI donât like you just because I think I can sleep with you,â he says, appalled. âDo you trust me?â
âI do. I do trust you, I just I canâtâŚ. I canât put myself there without feeling gross, Suguru, and a relationship normally progresses that way, and I donât know if I can do it now, or soon, or whatever your timeline is, so please, donât ask that of me.â
âI wonât,â he assures you, as sincere as he can be. âI donât need that kind of stuff. As long as youâre comfortable with everything we have going on, Iâm happy, okay? And if you want to sleep with me, okay, if you donât, all good. I like you, (Name). I always have. Thatâs not gonna change just because I canât do something as trivial as sex.â
âI wish it was that easy for me,â you mutter, but he shakes his head.
âI like that you take this stuff seriously. I think itâs admirable, and romantic, and I like that about you,â he murmurs. âBelieve me, it just inspires me to woo you even more.â
âWoo me?â you echo, sarcasm inked into your words, but your tone lightens. Suguruâs heart lifts, too. âHow are you going to go about that?â
âWell, first,â he drawls, tilting his head to press a kiss against your cheek, âI take you out to dinner.â A kiss to your other cheek. âAnd then I take you to the beach.â Your eyes meet his, and he grins. âHopefully there are fireworks.â
âSo, itâd have to be a special occasion.â
âMmm, and we could dance on the beach.â
âThat sounds nice, actually.â
âYou could lead me, too, and dip me over your leg to kiss me,â he suggests much to your dismayed expression, and he chuckles. âJust kidding.â He sneaks a peck, one that has your eyes closing, and you swallow, letting out a long exhale.Â
When your eyes open again, theyâre filled with a renewed vigour.Â
âSuguru, youâre really sure about this? Boyfriend, and all?â
âIf I wasnât sure, I wouldnât still be here. Believe me.â
You bite your lip and nod. âIâll try.â
âGood enough for me.â Stepping back, he extends a hand towards you, fingers outstretched, and when your hand slips into his, it has never felt more like two puzzle pieces finally finding one another.Â
You run to catch up to him, and your face is cupped by his free hand briefly, his lips seeking your forehead. You pause, feeling his lips brush down your temple, and your cheek pulls. He can feel your smile against his lips as he finally touches your lips with his own in a soft, lingering kiss.
Three words threaten to push against his tongue, but he pulls away, surprised at the urge to blurt out something heâs not even sure exists, so he simply settles on kissing your forehead again and pulling away.
âI can keep calling you baby, right?â he checks, and your nose wrinkles as you laugh, shoving his face away.
âAll that, and thatâs what you want to ask me?â A beat. âYes, you can, baby.â You grab his chin, kissing his jaw, before letting go of his hand to gather your things.
âWell, I might wanna try other names.â
âYeah? Like what?â
âHoney. Dear. Sweetheart. Flower.â
âI like baby, I think.â
âBaby?â
âYeah. Iâm just used to it.â
âOkay.â
You hoist the bag ont your shoulder. Suguru grabs his bag, too, grabbing everything he needs. Thoughtfully: âFlower is a strong contender.â
An idea springs forth, and he glances over his shoulder. âHow about sunshine?â Youâre adjusting your glasses, but youâre hiding a smile behind your hand as you meet his gaze. He thinks on it. âSunbeam.â
âThat doesnât suit me.â
âYes, it does. Go argue with a wall.â You walk up to him, and a faint smile graces his lips as he catches your phone camera sneaking a picture of him. Quirking an eyebrow, he leans over to see what youâre doing, but you turn away. Suguru peers over your shoulder, and a heat blooms from his chest when he realizes youâre changing his profile picture.
âYou just changed it a few days ago,â he points out as you adjust the position of the picture. You look up at him, and he shimmies closer to watch you save the image. Itâs slightly blurry, but it looks distinctly charming. Maybe because you took it. Resting an arm across your shoulders, he presses his nose against your temple. âSunbeam.â
âYeah?â you mumble, distracted. Youâre swiping through notifications on your phone, now, and he averts his gaze, focusing on leading you to the door. His hand slips into your free hand, and you finally look up when he closes the door behind you. Flattening your bag strap, you rub at your face. âSorry. Got distracted.â
ââS long as Iâm still your boyfriend,â he says, and the word settles so easily on his tongue he wants to say it again. Announce it to the whole world. Heâs a boyfriend now. Getou Suguru is a boyfriend.Â
He doesnât think it wouldâve ever sat right if he was someone elseâs boyfriendâanyone elseâs but yours. Because you roll your eyes, and you try to pretend itâs not a big deal to you and say something about how Makiâs going to hate his guts, but when they walk to his car and you climb into his passenger seat, you shyly press a kiss to his mouth before he pulls out of the lot, and sneak your fingers between his on the centre console.
Thereâs a soft melody playing from one of his CDs you picked.Â
He squeezes your hand as he passes an intersection. You squeeze back, looking out the window, but in the reflection of the glass, he can see the curve of your smile.
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i need you closer. 2/2
Trying to talk about your problems doesn't always suck, Bucky. Especially with the person you like. A little too much. Or: Bucky Barnes smokes and talks about feelings and maybe gets the love he deserves.
Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (something something somewhat around tfatws?)Â
Part 2 of thisÂ
(emotional) hurt/comfort (comfort. mostly comfort.), still a teeny bit whumpy?, mutual pining (idiots in love), istg this is fluffyÂ
Warnings: talk about panic attacks & hallucinations, smokingÂ
a/n: Part 2 is up! Thank you to the people who read Part 1 and might read this! Please tell me what you think of it, I havenât written in years before putting this out at like 4am during my internship so... comments or asks would be appreciated!!! And also just in general I am nice I swear lmao
The sun shone through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. You woke up under a blanket you donât remember covering yourself with. You were reaching for Buckyâs side of the bed, blinking the sleep away when you realized that it was left, empty and cold. You got up, swinging your legs off Buckyâs bed and slowly making your way through his apartment. You called for him but answer came, so you looked around before entering his kitchen.
And there he was, standing behind the small island, pouring hot water in a mug. âMorning Buck.â Bucky looked up, a nervous half-smile on his lips before pointing at his mug. âYou want some coffee?â You nodded, leaning against the door frame. He moved his head in acknowledgement, before turning around and taking another cup. He was scared, of you bringing up last night, of your reaction, you maybe finally realizing how messed up he is.
You were slowly making your way forward, joining Bucky at the kitchen island, opposite him. âHow are you feeling?â you asked. âIâm... uhâŚfine. Yeah.â He couldnât even look at you, keeping his eyes trained on your mug with knitted brows.
âBe honest Buck.â âI am honest.â âOkay.â
He sighed. âListen. Whatever happened yesterday, I am fine. Okay? There-â
Your eyebrows raised. âWhatever?â Bucky tapped against his head, his lips a thin line. âYou donât remember?â Bucky shook his head.
âWell, at least not everything. Iâm aware of some stuff butâŚit happens. Iâm used to it.â He shrugged his shoulders before taking a sip from his coffee, hiding behind the large cup.
âYou hallucinated blood, Bucky. You thought the floor, the bathroom, you thought that you were covered in Samâs blood.â He froze. âYou scratched yourself bloody trying to wash it off. Thatâs not something to shrug your shoulders over.â Thatâs not how you had planned to start this conversation. You wanted to sit down with him, carefully bring up what you saw and try to talk to him, not serving it with a cup of morning coffee.
Silence. Buckyâs mouth opened and closed again. He swallowed and put his cup down. âIt just happens sometimes; itâs no big deal and I am really sorry you had to witness all that but-â
âNo. No buts. Stop it. Stop pretending like itâs normal and okay for it to happen!â You slammed your hand on the island. Buckyâs eyes widened. âI- Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have yelled at you.â you stammered, hiding your face behind your hands, your lower lip trembling.
Bucky brushed his hand across his face. He didnât want to have this conversation. He was aware that he needs to, if itâs not for his sake then at least for yours. What you saw and heard was a lot harder on you than on him. And it deserved some explanation.
Bucky grabbed the cigarette pack on the island, taking one and putting it between his lips. âYou want one?â he asked, holding the pack up to you. You looked up from your hands, tears brimming your eyes. Buckyâs heart ached seeing you like this, because of him. You rubbed your eyes before taking a cigarette and following him. Bucky opened the window onto the fire escape, climbing out before holding his warm hand out to help you out.
The sun was shining, the last bits of the summerâs warmth enveloping you. You both sat down, Bucky pulling out a lighter and lighting up your cigarette before his. He took a drag. You took a drag. Somehow this felt a little like the night where you both first met, but you werenât on the roof and you werenât just getting to know your neighbor in the middle of the night.
âIâm sorry.â Bucky turned to you, searching for something in your eyes. Any sign in your pretty eyes that he didnât mess this up.
âFor what?â you asked.
âMaking you cry, messing up, pretending like I wasnât home. having you see the fucked up shit my brain does. Everything I guess.â
âYou didnât mess anything up, Buck.â
âAh well.â He cocked his head to the side.
âCan you tell me what happened? I mean whatâŚtriggered⌠this.â you tapped ash out on a tray Bucky kept on his fire escape. A pastel pink one you gave to him after getting the confession out of him that he actually really liked the color.
âWe were given wrong intel on the mission and I couldnât stop myself from following through. We got some important information anyways but there was this ambush and- Sam got hurt. Shot.â He sniffed.
Your brows knitted in worry. âBut heâs okay right?â Bucky nodded.
âHeâs in hospital, doing better and is allowed to leave today or tomorrow but I donât- I canât- I donât think he wants to see me. I wouldnât want to see me if I were him.â Bucky looked at the ground.
âI donât think Samâs upset, Buck.â you reached for him, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder and you felt him ever so slightly leaning into it. âIf you felt like not retreating was the right choice, there must have been something telling you to keep going. Iâm not part of thisâŚworld you are in and how things work but it comes with an immense number of risks and every mission could end up like this for a number of reasons. I am just glad heâs alright and thatâs all you should focus on for now.â
âI canât really focus on any positives if there arenât any.â He pressed the cigarette bud out.
âYou are both alive.â
âWell, that could have looked a lot differently⌠because of me.â Buckyâs voice got smaller with every word, until it was barely a whisper.
You knew Bucky felt a lot of guilt, constantly, at all times. Thereâs guilt over wrong words, wrong decisions, wrong actions. It didnât really matter to him if his actions were actually his, if his decisions were actually what he wanted to, not what he had to or, horrifyingly, was made to do. Sometimes it felt like guilt was the only thing keeping him going because without guilt, he could barely be a person. He would search for guilt in the smallest things life threw at him, because what, or who, was he without and what was he supposed to do if not feel guilty?
âDid you talk to him since?â you asked, gently stroking Buckyâs shoulder, where his skin connected to the vibranium. âKind of. We talked for a bit a day after but I just couldnât pretend like this was some lousy work accident like Sam did so I left. Iâve been at the hospital almost every day since but I just canât bring myself to enter his room. I feel like any moment the bomb would drop and he would tell me to go to hell. I canât lose him. Not him too.â
âListen BuckâŚI know there are so many voices inside telling you thatâs not true but I genuinely donât think that Samâs angry at you.â You were speaking softly, trying to get to him and somehow, maybe, worry less. Your eyes were searching for his blue ones, trying to get him to look at you.
âIâm just scared of losing him. To a bullet or the fact that Iâm terrible to deal with.â
You grinned. âAhâŚyou are not THAT terrible.â Bucky snorted.
âYou are a horrible friend to tell me that now.â
âNo.â you laughed.
âYes. Absolutely.â
âNa-ah.â
âA very, very horrible friend, bun.â Bucky leaned back, his back against the wall, the sun warming him. He looked at you, his mouth curving into a smile. Bun. The small nickname stuck, and what was first meant teasingly and made you cringe now gave you butterflies. You too leaned back, resting your head against his shoulder. âSam loves-â he grimaced. âYes, Bucket, Sam loves you. You two canât go a day without annoying each other because you canât live without the other. If he were angry at you, he would have told you. Like. Right at the hospital.â He sighed.
âI meanâŚyeah. You could be right.â
âI am.â You looked up at him, seeing his eyes on you.
âHe could also just wait until heâs out to kick my ass.â
âNot likely, Buck.â
âYou sure?â
âOne hundred percent.â
âNice.â
Bucky took your hand into his and you two sat in silence for a while, looking at the city below you. His gaze kept wandering to you, wondering how he deserved you. Life was scary and for someone his age, he was terrified of living. But maybe, you, and Sam, made it all worth it. But while Sam was his best friend, his brother, he wished he could call you his. His bun.
Fuck it.
âDo you know why I like that ashtray so much?â He pointed at the small, pink thing next to you. âBecause you, a very intimidating, tall, broad, old man, happen to like pink?â âBecause itâs a gift from my favorite person, in their favorite color.â You moved your head, looking at him. His face flushed. âIâm your favorite person?â He nodded. You smiled at him.
âIâŚuh. Iâm not really good at this whole thing.â Bucky sat up, suddenly looking a lot more nervous. You didnât really know what to anticipate, but it surely wasnât what you hoped it was.
âBut I am glad to have you in my life. I donât deserve you and yet you are still here and I donât think I could imagine my life without you. You are possibly my first thought when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep and I want you to- I want-â
Your heart was jumping. Doing cartwheels. What was he-
Bucky took a deep breath. âI want you beside me instead of on my mind. In the morning. And at night. All the time, actually. â He tensed up. You are going to leave him. Right now. This is the worst timing to confess your stupid feelings James and you are now going to get rejected and never see her again because you just could not be happy with how it is right-
Silence.
Oh.
Oh.
âI would love to.â You returned, beaming. Buckyâs tense shoulders finally relaxed.
âSo thatâs what it feels like to get your feelings reciprocated.â You chuckled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Bucky laughed, stroking your hair.
Feeling Buckyâs left arm wrap around you, you looked up. His right hand stayed on your head, slowly making its way towards your face. He put a loose strand behind your ear. He whispered. âCan I kiss you?â âUh-huh.â He bit his lip before pulling you closer, his breathe on your lips.
Except Buckyâs phone rang.
You both snorted. âSorry.â He apologized. âItâs okay, go get it. Could be important.â He got up, almost tripping while hurrying back inside. Bucky looked back, embarrassed and laughing, before picking the phone up without looking at the callerâs name.
âHey Buck, would you mind getting me from the hospital?â Bucky looked at you. âSam?â you mouthed, looking over the window. He nodded quickly before answering. âYeah sure, give meâŚ10 Minutes or so.â
âAlright. And Buck?â
âYeah?â
âI know you were visiting me, weâll talk about it later, you self-loathing dumbass.â
#Bucky Barnes#Bucky Barnes x reader#winter soldier#winter soldier x reader#sam appears!#my hands are freezing posting this oof.
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I am sitting in front of a bonfire at Gabe and Hannah's house. They got married this afternoon in a small ceremony. And I am so happy for them. It was a lot of travel today but it was good and I am feeling happy.
I didn't sleep amazing last night though. I had a pretty horrible dream where I was choking and drowning and calling my mom for help. And it startled me awake and my nose was completely closed and I guess I was actually suffocating just a little. I would fall back asleep and tried to get some rest.
I woke up at 730. I would say good morning to James and then took a shower and washed my hair and tried to make myself all nide before a long day of driving.
We both had packed already and we gathered everything. I was feeling pretty good overall. It was brisk out but would warm up pretty quickly. We made sure everyone was fed and alright before we left. I kissed Sweetp on his little head and then we were off.
The drive was actually really nice. We would leave at 830 and the GPS was saying we would arrive around 230. We wouldn't have to deal with much traffic and we had a few podcasts to listen to. It was nice just being together.
I had brought a third of my puff quilt project to work on. I was annoyed with myself though because I ended up finishing that in less than three hours so I totally could have brought more! But I am really happy with myself for finishing this section and it gives me a good idea for how long the next two sections will take.
I also enjoyed the podcasts and just being with my husband. We would stop for donuts after an hour. James would do all the driving. And I tried very hard to stay off of my phone. I still have almost no usable data so using my phone at all was very annoying. But honestly it was for the best because being in my phone makes me a bit nauseous. I do find it annoying I cannot answer my immediate Googleable questions. But I must try my best to wait for WiFi.
We would stop for lunch at Burger King. Which was good but hurt my stomach by the end. Frustrated that that is still happening. But we were having lots of laughs and it was still a lovely day.
I would end up falling asleep around 1. The section of my puff quilt made an excellent pillow. But when I woke up I was all disoriented and thirsty. We would finally be in North Carolina. James stopped us at a restaurant stop to use the bathroom. And I was still pretty tired but I wouldn't fall asleep again. I just listened to James's podcast about baseball and enjoyed watching the world go by.
We would get to the Airbnb at 3. But check in was at 4. The place was really cute outside though! I was looking forward to checking out the space. But we would go and waste the hour at a cute coffee shop around the corner.
They didnt have any non coffee drinks I was interested in but I did get a hilarious mushroom shaped cheese cake. Which was very tall which made it hard to eat. And I wouldn't actually call the texture cheese cake, more like a cream jello. But it was good.
I would bring most of it back to the Airbnb to save for later.
We would drive back over there and it was so very cute inside. It's like a Hobbit house! A fairy house! It's so cool. They even have an article on the wall about the guy who built the place.
We decided to chose the top room. The whole place has 4 beds but it's all curtains and not real rooms. But that's fine. The other two couples are chill. The one is Gabe's brother and his partner and the other I think is a friend of Gabe. That one is unclear to me. But they were not in yet.
We would lay down for a half hour. Until we were going to meet Jon, a guy James was in the fraternity with. Him and his fiancee are getting married next weekend! And so we would meet them for barbecue and they were so lovely. I wasn't feeling amazing. Just a little beat from the drive. But I got mac and cheese and deviled eggs. And I really enjoyed the conversations. We talked about being pregnant but also their wedding and our trips and how they won free round trip stickers to Germany! So they are using that for their honeymoon which I think is so nice.
We hung out with them until around 630. And then Gabe was texting James that they were done getting married and to come hang out in the backyard. So that is what we did. Hugs for Jon and his fiancee. And we were off.
The house that Gabe and Hannah got married at is literally 4 houses away from where we are staying. Super convenient. We walked over there and Gabe met us outside. It was so nice to see him.
And we have been hanging and chatting and well wishing since we got here. It was very nice to talk to Gabe's parents. I haven't met them before but they are really kind and love my James so that is always nice for me.
As the sun went down Gabe's brother started the fire. And it has been so nice to hang around it. Chatting. The older people and family all just left so now it's all people our age just chilling.
We will probably head back to the Airbnb soon. And get some rest.
Tomorrow we have most of the day to do whatever. So I am hoping we can go to a museum and see some of the city. And then we'll be back here for the reception. It should be a lovely day.
I hope you all sleep well and be safe. I love you all. Goodnight!!!
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When Shadows Ward Off Darkness (Part 3)
Chapter 3
Prologue Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Making up and New revelations are in order
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A/n: this part is again, a lil boring, if i say so myself, but its picking up, so im happy
next part will be fun to write đ
@acotargiftexchange
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During the whole time Gwyn and Draven had been friends, they had explored hidden and secret places in the kingdom and turned them into their secret haunts, some of them being a dilapidated building, a forest rumoured to be haunted, though Gwyn could not find a single troubled soul other than herself and Draven in that forest.
Unless they were the ghosts people were talking about, then the forest definitely was haunted.
The small strip of land walled off from the rest of the beach was one of their favorite places to spend time at.
The sun nearly singed Gwyn's skin, but she pushed on, determined to get to the beach and take a dip in the cool, calming waters.
All she could do was hope that she didn't encounter him there.
The beach was one of the places where Gwyn found peace, something about the waters calming her soul, and Draven simply followed her around as if he had nothing else to do.
Which, considering he was a prince, checked out.
But her luck had begun being cruel to her lately, and she found him pacing along the cliffside, kicking up sand in his wake, his obnoxious cloak fluttering behind him, and just watching him wear such heavy clothes, Gwyn felt the urge to rip off her own skin, the heat and sweat drowning her more than the sea ever did.
She decided to step forward, and then instantly cursed whatever part of her brain had decided that.
He whipped towards her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
"Gwyn."
She ignored him, beelining straight for the water glittering under the harsh sunlight.
"Gwyn! It was not that big of a deal, okay? You are mad as if I killed your cats with a stick." He yelled in frustration, following behind her.
She turned back to him, gaping. "I would stab you to death with the same stick if you killed them. And it was that big of a deal, because now I don't know what was real and what wasn't, Draven." Then something occurred to her. "Is Draven even your name? Or is that another lie?"
He sighed, massaging his forehead. "It is my name. In a way." Before Gwyn could ask the question, he answered. "It's my middle name."
"And what is your actual name?"
"Azriel. Azriel Draven Black."
Gwyn rolled that name around in her head, admitting to herself that it was a beautiful name.
"Will you listen to me now?"
Gwyn lifted her chin, huffing. "You have exactly two minutes."
Draven's- Azriel's- jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Fine. You wanted to know why I didn't tell you I was a prince. It was because I knew you hated royals."
"I still had the right to know who I was becoming friends with."
He gave her a look. "You really want me to believe that you would not have kneed me in the balls the moment I let it slip that I was even distantly related to the King and Queen?"
Fair enough.
"Look Gwyn, I did not ask for this life, and everyday I try my best to be worthy of it."
Gwyn nodded, not knowing what to say.
"Also, I am not a real prince. I was not born in the royal family."
Gwyn's jaw slid to the ground. "You really were picked from the garbage then?"
He blinked, his lips twitching. "Yes, Me and Cassian were, technically, picked from the garbage."
Her cheeks reddened. "Sorry. I did not mean to say that."
He grinned slightly. "Come, I'll tell you more."
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It had been a few days since Gwyn forgave Azriel, and everything was going a little too well.
Something was bound to happen.
That morning, Gwyn found out that she was a half breed.
Half human, half merfolk.
She had been shocked, but not as much as she would expect to be.
She guessed it had something to do with the blood in her veins, how the way her body knew how to move before she did in water, how she knew how to swim before she even knew how to speak properly.
Currently sitting on the dining table opposite her uncle and next to her sister, Gwyn wondered how she had not figured it out earlier.
Catrin squeezed her hand, offering a small smile, and Gwyn knew she was pretending to not be affected by this information so she could be strong for Gwyn. But the disbelief in her eyes and her shaking hands stated otherwise.
"Why are you telling us this now?" Catrin questioned her uncle, who leaned back in his chair, sighing.
"Because according to the laws of the mer people, you and your sister have now come of age, and that means you must visit the queen, your mother, and stay in the kingdom for atleast a year. The queen will then decide if you get to leave."
Gwyn took in that information, her head reeling. "Why have we been living with you then?"
"The merfolk are a people who prefer to have the females in power, the goddess they follow dictating that females are pure and fertile, giving them the gift of life and having them rule justly and in a way good for the people. The males are either brought up by the blessing of the queen, or outcasted. Bearing a male child is a disgrace to the goddess, and despite it being rare that a mal is born, not many mer females like to raise the male child. The children who are removed from the mer society either die, or they are taken in by the mer people that worship the devil and live on the outskirts of the underwater kingdom."
"And how do you know about all this?"
Their uncle gave them a look. "I was one of the few half breeds, since humans are hated by the mer people, despite the half breeds proving to be more useful than a normal mer." He grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously a lot like fucking mer standards. "Your mother, my distant cousin, sent you two to me to take care of until you were of age."
Until you were of age.
That did not sound like a blessing.
"And now what?" Catrin mumbled, her hand tightening on Gwyn's. Apparently she had come to the same conclusion as Gwyn had.
Their uncle smiled ruefully, standing and turning away to walk into his room. "You will be meeting your mother soon."
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Travel Blog - BĂźsum (North Sea) - 20/21/22 September 24
Took me the whole week to finally have time to write the travel blog for my trip to the north sea. I can tell it was an amazing weekend and a lot of things settled for me, Mom & I had time to talk and we didn't have each other much this year bc it was either me or her traveling or working.
I didn't expect work to mess with me so hard that I wasn't even able to think of putting the photos onto the laptop... I am currently trying to work through a huge backlog. But more important if you are interested read further, a post with some HQ impressions of the trip is queued up and will be posted later on :)
Friday
It was not the first time for us to travel to BĂźsum, i like the small town it's very relaxed and I love the wattenmeer, i love just walking there and therefore I was looking forward a lot to this trip.
Did you know the area there is known for cabbage? So yes that field is a lot of ... cabbage.
Arrived we were able to check into the Hotel and visited a restaurant that had opened last year in the place a very good pancake place was once before. They had closed in spring though as there was a fire ... I am glad they were able to reopen.
After eating a Kaiserschmarrn we walked around the town. We had planned to take photos later on so we decided it would be best to check restaurants for dinner while taking a stroll. The weather was beautiful and reserving a table was the smarter choice here.
There were truly quite a few interesting things to see... like those french bulldogs (if you take a photo you were asked to donor something for animals which we gladly did).
Then we went out for photos. I took overall 5 dolls with me, can you spot which one got photos here :D?
The day ended with us having dinner at a rather traditional place. This is only the second time I had fish without batter... I am proud I have progressed so far from being a picky eater. It was quite late already, we fell into bed.
Saturday
As you might know I am an early bird... I took the time and went out for a small walk to enjoy the sunrise a bit before we attended the hotel buffet.
The hotel we stayed in is over 100 years old and the walls are decorated with 100.000 shells from all over the world, it was impressive.
My only complain here is that the serving sizes were itty bitty small... like 1 serving of yogurt was 1 teaspoon.. for someone who loves their yogurt it felt weird to get more than two servings (which was still only two teaspoons) :') the buns were like 1/4 of a normal sized one.
Anyways after breakfast we had planned to hike. Morning the Watt would be ours as there was supposed to be ebb and in the afternoon we decided to walk in the other direction this time as Mom never went to Deichhausen.
Inbetween we went to a Cabbage festival, met Mom's cousin and got some snacks. We had to hike over the Deich and there were several herds of sheep munching through the grass.
In Deichhausen we just relaxed for a while before we went back over the Deich and were greeted by a lots of sheep again.
There was also the Manga Day and we went to a Bookshop (I actually restricted myself oh boy so many good books) and I got those three previews for free, it's the first few chapters each. I haven't had the time to read them yet.
Here is my snack from inbetween and what I got for dinner. The Burger is with a potato-vegetable patty, topped with halloumi and roasted veggies. Side was Coleslaw and sweet Potato Fries. If you know me... you know I need to end my day with something sweet.
Then we watched the sunset once more (top photo). I was incredibly beat as I managed to walk almost 35k steps that day and even watching TV in the evening was too loud for me.
Sunday
The last day came way too soon as we only had the half day to hike once more, then we wanted to check out an old car/US car meet up, and ofc the drive home.
Once more itty servings at the breakfast. Can we talk about the croissants? The cereals next to them are NORMAL sized... so tiny.
We took a long stroll in the Watt before we headed to the meet up.
It was really interesting but I have to say the noise, the people and the sunlight lead to a sensory overload for me, I dodged two panic attacks and just wanted to flee :') so we did.
Before we went home we OF COURSE had to buy some cabbage. ... there is a lot of cabbage on my menu this week.
Traveling back took forever because of traffic and blocked roads (4 hours for a 2,5 hour distance). I'm just glad the next time I travel to Hamburg will be by train.
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