#april showers y'know

[pocketwish]

using shimmer fountain pen ink in my journal for the month of april and truly feeling like a sorcerer with a temperamental + willful wand

[ihave-atummyache]

showers

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: april showers bring may flowers. especially with these sweet boys

18+ !! smut, anxiety attack, nudity

OT8

6.8k words (i got carried away)

Bang Chan:

"I'm already dreading having to go back up to the house," you complain, looking out at the beach. The sun was setting so you and your boyfriend, Chan, both knew that you would have to head back soon. The sun was no longer keeping the beach warm.

"Me too. I hate that there are only 2 showers," he replies and looks over to you. You are laying on a beach towel with your eyes closed and he could already see the goosebumps rising on your skin from the chill that was falling in the air.

"Come on, princess. You're getting cold," Chan says and stands, folding his own towel up and then having you stand up to fold yours as well before packing the beach bag up, and refusing to let you help of course.

"Do you want me to hold the umbrella?" you offer and he shakes his head, turning to face you with a smile.

"I got it," he assures you and you nod as you start walking back towards the beach house that you and the boys were staying in. You got nominated to come on this trip with them because Chan claims he needed another chaperone to try to handle the boys.

This is the first time that you and Chan had gotten a chance to be alone since you had arrived on the island the day prior. You have been at the beach since 1 pm and you both just hoped and prayed that the house was still in one piece when you get back.

You walk in and the house is relatively quiet, aside from the occasional yelling which you assume is due to some game because there are choruses of "stop cheating" and other not as nice words getting thrown around.

"Let's go shower," Chan suggests and you agree, walking into the bathroom that was almost never unoccupied since nine of you were sharing two bathrooms. You both hop into the shower and wash yourselves free of the seawater and sand before getting out.

"Y/n!" You hear your name being yelled as you pull your shirt over your head in the bedroom you and Chan are sharing.

“Back to having to share you,” Chan grumbles and you throw a pillow at him, letting out a quiet scolding ‘hush’ before replying to your name being called.

"Yes?" you yell back and Minho comes busting into the room second later, luckily you and Chan were dressed.

"Help me with dinner," Minho commands and you raise a brow at him, causing him to groan and throw his head back at what you were implying.

"Help me with dinner, please," he adds on and you smile, nodding at his request.

"See you in another life, Bang Chan," you joke and he laughs, following you two out of the room and heads to the living room while you head to the kitchen with Minho. Seungmin was sitting at the bar, spinning in the chair and sitting on his phone.

"You needed me even though Seungmin is right here?" you chuckle and Minho's eyes grow wide while he nods, vigorously.

"He sucks," Minho says and turns towards the stove.

"Hey! I can hear you, y'know?" Seungmin objects and Minho nods, not even turning to face him.

"Yeah. That's the whole point," he replies and Seungmin opens his mouth to have some comeback but you interrupt before they can start bickering.

"Okay! Let's get started," You say and roll your sleeves up to wash your hands. You hear footsteps behind you and Chan's voice says something to Seungmin before he joins him on the barstools and they get carried away in their own conversation.

You place the meal into the oven and set the timer before leaning against the counter and staring at Chan and Seungmin having their own conversation. Seungmin looks at you, sensing your eyes on him, then looks back at Chan. He glances at both of you having damp hair, although he had only heard the shower turn on once before he pierces it together.

"Did you shower together? I'm disgusted," Seungmin speaks up and you feel your neck getting hot at the statement while Chan just laughs.

"Well you see Seungmin, when a man and a woman love each other very much-" Minho starts and Seungmin stands abruptly, interrupting him.

"No! I do not want to think about y/n and the old man having..having...no," he shakes his head as if the thought would be erased.

"What? You don't think we have sex?" Chan suddenly speaks and you let out a squeak, practically jumping across the bar to cover his mouth.

"Did you seriously have sex in the shower that we all are having to share?" Seungmin asks, a grimace on his face as if he didn't really want to know the answer.

"We didn't! We don't- I mean we do- well we have- we just- I can't do this right now," you stutter out and remove your hands from Chan's mouth to place over your own face.

"If the thought of the shower grosses you out, wait until you hear all the places in the dorm that we have had sex," Chan nudges Seungmin and you feel like you could melt into the floor in embarrassment.

"Christopher!"

Lee Know:

"I don't even think she realizes how mad she made me!" you continue to rant about some drama that went down at work and Minho nods, standing from the bed and holding his hand out to you. You take it without thinking and he guides you towards the bathroom as you continue to complain.

"Like she just walks all over everybody and I'm the first one to finally stand up for myself and all she could reply with was a threat to fire me?! Like come on!" He pulls your shirt over your head and unclasps your bra, letting it fall off of your arms.

"How immature can you get? Seriously! I don't even know how she got into the position that she is in right now, you know?" You end the sentence with a question, but you aren't really looking for an answer. Minho still hums in response, prompting you to continue.

He reaches behind himself and turns the shower water on and pulls his own shirt off.

"Then the fact that she told me to get out of her office, no not even told me, she practically screamed at me," you throw your hands up in frustration. Minho kneels down and unbuttons your work pants, sliding them down your legs and you step out of them easily.

"Then nobody in the office even backed me up which just pisses me off more! Like seriously? After everything we all talked about? The audacity of them to just switch sides like that because they're scared of the consequences," you scoff and Minho pulls his own pants off before stepping into the shower and once again offering a hand to you.

You take his hand and he helps you into the shower before switching your bodies and allowing you to stand under the warm stream of water. You let out a deep breath as the hot water washes over you.

Minho can see the tension physically leaving your body as you tilt your head back, letting the water hit your face. He reaches down and grabs your shampoo, lathering it up in his hands and taking a step closer to you, standing chest to chest.

He threads his soapy fingers through your hair and you sigh again, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your eyes close while his fingers work magic on your scalp. Your thumbs absentmindedly rub the small of his back, also relieving some of his own tension that he wasn't even aware of.

He presses his lips to yours quickly and pulls back. You open your eyes and he is looking at you with the softest and sweetest eyes, a soft smile on his face.

"Better?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and you nod, pulling him closer.

"How did I get so lucky?" You say quietly and he chuckles, his ears tinting a shade of pink which causes you to smile. He backs you up a step so you are under the water again and begins to rinse your hair. You let your eyes fall back closed, feeling completely at ease.

"I ask myself the same thing everyday," he replies and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. You open your eyes again to look at your boyfriend. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he is focusing on making sure he gets all the shampoo out of your hair.

After he feels satisfied with his rinsing job, he grabs your conditioner and puts it in your hair, twisting it up to the top of your head.

"Your turn," you smile and rotate the two of you so now he is under the warm water. You add shampoo to his hair and rinse it out before putting conditioner as well. You both move in complete silence, just feeling content in each other's presence and acts of service.

You put some soap on his loofah and begin washing his body, starting at his neck and working your way down his entire body before having him turn around to wash the back of him as well. Before you have him rinse, you start rubbing his shoulders and back, catching any knots and trying your best to smooth them out and help him with his own pent up tension, just like he did to you.

"I love you," you speak quietly and he hums in response, nodding.

"Me too," He replies and he gets a wet slap to his shoulder seconds later. All your anger and stress from your work day seems to have evaporated out of your body because of your amazing boyfriend.

"Say it properly," you scold him and he laughs, turning to face you.

"I love you, my sweet baby," he presses his lips to yours and you smile into the kiss, which he mirrors, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Changbin:

"This is exactly why I never ask you to join me in the shower, Changbin! Why are you hard?" You scold him and he lets a pout play at his lips.

"Why wouldn't I be hard? Look at you, baby!" He tries to reason and you shake your head at your boyfriend.

"You're obsessed with me," You tease and turn your back to him to stand under the water. You feel his hands wrap around you, his hard on pressing against your ass.

"Yeah, we already knew that though," he agrees with you and places a kiss to where your shoulder and neck meet, then another kiss between your shoulder blades, the water from the shower soaking his head.

He presses a hand between your shoulder blades, bending you over and pressing your chest against the shower wall. You let out a hiss as your chest makes contact with the cold tile, causing your nipples to harden.

Changbin drops to his knees behind you, pressing a kiss to each of your ass cheeks and the back of your thighs. You feel yourself heat up in embarrassment at being completely exposed in front of him like this.

"You are so beautiful. Every square inch of you. And you think I'm not obsessed?" he questions before licking a stripe up your cunt, causing you to let out a moan at the contact and in surprise of the action.

"You taste like this and you think I'm not obsessed?" he dips a finger into your sopping cunt before standing and bringing the same finger to your lips. He moves his hand around the stream of water to prevent it from washing off his hand.

"Taste yourself, gorgeous. Tell me how good you taste. Tell me you wouldn't want to have this taste on your tongue at every opportunity," he commands and pushes his finger past your lips. You suck on the digit and taste yourself on it, moaning in response. His filthy words were just adding to the arousal you were feeling.

"Why would I not be hard when I know how well this perfect pussy swallows me up?" His other hand makes its way back to your heat and he sinks a finger in. You both groan at your pussy clenching around his finger and he adds another, stretching you out.

You let out a moan and Changbin starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, placing his other hand on your hip to keep you from moving away from his skilled hand.

The way the water was hitting your lower back and ass had Changbin's head spinning. He grabs the back of your neck and removes his fingers as he rubs his rock hard cock against your entrance.

"Fuck me, baby. Please? Please baby-" you start but he interrupts you by pushing himself into you without warning. He pushes all the way in, not as slowly as he should have with how unprepared he had you but the sting had your head reeling even more. 

"Fuck. Perfect pussy. And it's all mine," he speaks absentmindedly as he starts to thrust into you. The sound of his wet skin hitting your wet skin echoed through the bathroom, and honestly probably the whole house.

"Fuck baby. You feel so good. So big~" you coo out, you were already barely aware of the words leaving your mouth. The position he has you in was causing a pain in your back but it honestly just added to the intense pleasure.

He leans on your back so the shower water was now hitting his own back, the new angle causing your legs to almost buckle from under you. You let out a squeak as Changbin's hand finds your clit.

"How are you still so tight? Even after I fuck you every night, you still hug my cock so sweetly. You're sucking me right in every time I try to pull out," He groans into your ear. His other hand wraps around your hair and he pulls you to sit up as he pushes you against the wall at the same time.

The motion sends you over the edge and you cry out when your orgasm washes over you. Your legs are shaking under you as Changbin continues thrusting into you.

"You already came, baby? But I'm just getting started," He growls in your ear before pulling out and turning you around, his lips meeting yours sloppily.

Hyunjin:

His hand strokes your hair gently as the rain washes over you. Even after such a big fight, you wanted nothing more than to just get away from him. Hyunjin, however, never lets you.

"Stop touching me." You snap and swat his hand away. He drops his hand and takes a step towards you which you mirror by taking a step back away from him.

"Why do you always follow me when I leave?" You ask, your voice raising slightly. You turn around in frustration as the rain begins to lighten. It was just a quick spring shower and the air was still warm.

"Because I don't want you to leave me," he says quietly and you sigh and squat down, bringing your hands to your wet hair and running them through.

"I walk away because I don't want to say something I regret, Hyunjin," you try to keep the frustration from creeping into your voice but you fail and he feels his own frustration boiling over.

"Stop calling me Hyunjin. Are you trying to break up with me?" His voice is laced with fear and you drop your head in your hands. He always gets like this over every little fight. He has some fear that you are going to leave him and you can't wrap your head around it. If anything, you feel like it would be him leaving you.

"Why are you so quiet? Are you actually trying to break up with me?" Hyunjin asks and walks towards you, squatting in front of you. He grabs your chin and tilts it up, forcing you to look into his eyes.

He has tears in his eyes and his mouth is turned down into a frown. He looks pitifully adorable. You reach out and run a thumb across his bottom lip, letting a small smile come across your own face.

"You're so cute," you say quietly and Hyunjin just stares at you, studying your face, "When you start overthinking like this, you get the cutest pout on your face. Anything I was mad at you about just immediately goes away," You finish and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his still protruding lip.

"I'm not breaking up with you, my love. I wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him and feel a rain drop hit the top of your head, probably another wave of the rain shower.

"S-stop scaring me like that. I don't want you to leave me," He stutters out and looks down, the back of his neck turning red at the confession.

"And I don't want to leave you. I don’t want you to leave me either which is why I need to calm down so I don't snap on you. Do you know what I mean?" You ask and place your hands on top of his. He lets out a sigh and nods as the rain begins to pick up.

You stand when you realize how crazy the two of you probably look. Two people squatting on the side of the road and letting themselves get rained on, showering each other with love and sweet words.

"We look insane," you speak out and hold a hand out to Hyunjin. He takes it quickly and lets you pull him up, pulling his body into yours. He laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You wrap your own arms around his waist and pull him tight against you.

"You're stuck with me forever, whether you like it or not," You mumble into his chest and you feel it rumble with laughter.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my love," he replies and places a kiss to the top of your head as the rain picks back up. You pull back away from him and trail your hands down his arms until they meet his hands. You interlock your fingers and look up towards the sky, letting the rain fall on your face.

Hyunjin mirrors you and looks up at the sky as well. Although the both of you were already damp and slowly becoming soaking wet and cold, it was kind of relaxing in the rain, being in each other's arms and feelings so free.

"I could die happily right now," Hyunjin speaks up and you let your head fall to look at him. He looks breath taking, the rain running down his face and neck and into the collar of his shirt. You press a kiss to his throat.

"You might. You know turkeys are so stupid that they drown themselves sometimes from staring up into the rain just like you are doing right now," you say and Hyunjin looks at you again, confusion of his face.

"Are you calling me a turkey?" he asks and you shake your head.

"No, I'm calling you stupid," you reply and he rolls his eyes, pushing you away from him.

"You're the stupid one," he grumbles and crosses his arms which makes you laugh.

"Aren't you the leader of a subunit that is known for being idiots? Also, do I need to remind you of why we were fighting in the first place?" You raise and eyebrows and he quickly shakes his head, not wanting to get into it again.

"Actually, now that I have calmed down. What is your excuse?" You ask, deciding that you want to get this out of your system so you don't start thinking about it later.

"Would you believe me if I said that I really did forget?" He questions and you scoff, a little annoyed. Hyunjin quickly picks up on your annoyance and wraps his arms around your waist. Your body acts before you do and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"You forgot about our date night that we go on every week?" you ask and he nods, clearing his throat.

"Actually it isn't that I forgot necessarily," he tries to defend himself and you blink at him, waiting for him to continue. You feel the rain drops going down your shirt and notice that it has stopped raining again.

"I just forgot what day of the week it is," He nods at you and you can't stop the laugh that creeps past your lips.

"Oh, Hyunjin. What are we gonna do with you? My poor poor dumb boyfriend," you lean up and press your lips to his, and he smiles into the kiss. He can admit that you had a right to be mad and he is being honest about forgetting what day of the week it is. As long as you aren't angry with him like you were earlier, he doesn't mind being called dumb.

Han:

"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay I promise," Jisung's words are ringing through your ears and bouncing around your head.

"Look at me, breathe with me, okay?" He asks and you nod. He takes a deep breath in and you shakily do the same and follow him when he exhales as well.

You had gotten sent into an anxiety attack because of an extreme workload that had basically been dropped on your lap. You were okay with it but the sleepless nights and exhaustion just caused the anxiety attack to spark up out of seemingly no where.

Jisung, being your best friend, has seen you have an anxiety attack before. You have also seen him have his own. You have been extremely vulnerable with each other and have seen the most secret parts of one another which makes sense as to why you fell so hard for him.

You were the dumb girl who fell in love with her best friend.

"Y/n?" Jisung brings you out of your thoughts as the tears stop falling and you nuzzle yourself into his chest. His arms wrap tighter around your body in his lap and his thumb rubs soothing circles on your side.

"I'm sorry Sungie. I d-don't know what happened. I feel like I was holding it all in and seeing you just made me...I don't even know. Let it all out, I guess?" You chuckle at yourself before continuing, "I sound like an idiot," you conclude quietly and you feel him shake his head above you.

"You don't sound like an idiot. You make me feel comfortable too. Makes me just want to let all my feelings out because I know you won't judge me and you'll be there to comfort me," He replies, his voice quiet and you let out a sigh. You sit in silence for a few minutes, exhaustion taking over your body and you relax into his hold slightly.

"You're still tense, sweetheart. Do you want to take a shower? That usually helps me afterwards," he offers and you nod but neither of you make an effort to get up.

"I'm sorry I ruined our movie night," you mumble again, tears starting to form behind your eyes, your anxiety was through the roof and had you overthinking everything. You feel like this had just been too much and you would understand if he was over you.

"You didn't ruin anything. You should never bottle your emotions up. You need to let them out, regardless if we are having a movie night or not," He pulls back and you look up at him. He can't help thinking how cute you look, your eyes are red and puffy and so is your nose from you rubbing it.

"You have never done anything to ruin anything between us, okay? So don't ever think you can or have," His reassurance makes you smile and you nod. He slowly starts to stand from under you and you move, allowing him to stand up and walk towards your bathroom. You hear your shower turn on and bring your knees up to your chest, yearning for more comfort still.

Jisung returns shortly after and walks up to you, holding his hands out. You take them silently and he interlocks your fingers as you walk towards the bathroom together.

"Get undressed. I'll be right outside if you need me. I'm not going any where," he says quietly and you nod. He places a hand to the back of your head and brings your forehead towards him, placing a quick, comforting kiss before turning and shutting the bathroom door behind him.

After you undress and step in the shower, you decide to sit down and let the shower water run over your body. You let out a deep breath as the steam fills the room.

"Jisung?" You call out his name and the door opens almost instantly, "Yes ma'am?" he replies and you smile.

"Can you come sit in here with me? Can you just talk to me? You don't even have to talk you can just be here but knowing you're here will make me feel better. If you don't want-"

"Of course I will. If you want me to join you I will, too," he teases and laughs but you bite down on your lip as a thought crosses your mind.

"Would you actually?" You ask quietly and silence overtakes the room, you assume Jisung is deciding how exactly to let you down easy. What you don't expect is for the curtain to pull open and Jisung standing above you, completely naked.

He pushes your body forward and slides behind you, slotting you between his legs. He pulls your back against his chest and you let out a breath that you hadn't even realized you were holding. The skin to skin contact lit your body on fire but also relaxed you at the same time.

"We can't come back from this," you speak quietly and let your head fall back onto Jisung shoulder.

"Actually, we can't come back from this," He grabs your chin and turns it towards him, pressing his lips to yours.

Felix:

"And then Seungmin even had the MC laughing!" Felix sits down on the toilet as you smile at him.

You had just gotten home from work and your perfect and adorable boyfriend couldn't wait to tell you about the interview they did today and his entire day as a whole.

"You're too cute, Lixie," You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose, causing it to scrunch up, "What else happened, sunshine?" You ask, prompting him to continue. He wastes no time in continuing to delve into his story.

You pull a makeup wipe out and wipe off your makeup from the day as he continues, "I was actually really good at the game too! I thought that I would be pretty bad because it was all based on Korean words but I luckily had Minho on my team," he continues and you grab your towel from the closet, handing it to Felix. He grabs it from you and folds it before placing it in his lap.

"I can't wait to see it. When does it air?" You ask and Felix frowns at this question. You pull your hair out of the bun and begin undressing. Felix reaches over and turns the shower water on while answering you.

"Not for three whole weeks!" He reaches his hand into the water before adjusting the temperature, "I think they filmed it too early because I hate when good interviews take forever to come out, you know?" He asks and you slip your underwear off, sliding into the shower.

"No I agree. But at the same time, you kind of forget everything that was said and what happened so it's like you're experiencing it again. Does that make sense?" You pause shampooing your hair to wait for his response.

"No, yeah it makes sense. It was just one of my favorite interviews in a long time. And let me tell you about what I have on and what the stylist said!" He says and he continues going on about his day as you continue your shower routine.

You turn the water off and open the curtain. Felix is already standing, the towel unfolded and open and you walk into his open arms. He is still talking but wraps the towel around you.

"Yeah and I was explaining why that would be such a good opportunity for her since she is such a good stylist," he pauses and places a kiss on your lips before he continues, "But she really just doesn't want to leave us. Which I understand because we are pretty great," Felix says and you laugh.

He tucks the edge of the towel in so that it stays up and turns you to face the mirror before he pulls out your brush and starts running it through your hair.

"Yeah apparently I do get it because I'm still around after all this time. I just can't get enough of you guys. Especially my precious boyfriend," You tease and observe his smile in the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm basically the best," he continues and you shake your head.

"See, its okay if I say it but if you say it..." you trail off, continuing to tease Felix and he laughs at this.

"Oh shut up," He grabs your microfiber towel and wraps your hair up for you as you walk into the bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he gets the lotion from your dresser. He spreads it down your legs and rubs it in as he continues talking about his stylist.

"She takes really good care of us so I don't really want her to leave either- oh baby you have a knot right here- but I understand that if she leaves it is for herself," he continues and rubs the knot out of the back of your calf. He stands and puts more lotion on his hand before pulling the towel from around you.

He rubs the lotion across your chest, shoulders, back, and arms, making sure to rub out any knots that he comes across. He stands again and walks over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxers that you had stolen and often sleep in and your favorite sleep shirt.

He pulls the shirt over your head and the boxers up your legs. He's kneeling in front of you and places a kiss to the inside of either of your knees and this is when you realize how dark his bags under his eyes are.

"Come on baby, lets get you to sleep," You try and he shakes his head but you hold up a finger to stop him, "You can continue but lets get in bed and continue, yeah?" you offer and he nods, pulling the covers back and hopping in.

It only takes about five minutes of his story telling before he is repeating himself and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Seungmin:

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" you poke your head into the room to ask your very busy boyfriend.

"No," he responds almost instantly, not even looking up from his computer. His glasses are sitting low on his nose and he is sitting with the laptop in his lap on the bed. He was editing a vlog to post but he had forgotten it needed to be posted tomorrow. This caused him to pull an all nighter last night to edit it since he hadn’t even begun.

"Minnie," You try to reason with Seungmin and step into the room, walking towards the bed. He doesn't look up from the computer and shakes his head at you.

"Y/n, you know I have to edit this vlog and I still have to go to the studio later to finish that song," He finally looks up at you and you instantly put on a pout with your best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't," he almost snaps at you and looks back to the computer. You both know that he will fold if you pout or give the puppy dog eyes.

"Not only did you call me by my name, but now you're telling me no for no reason," you lean down and put your face in front of the computer screen, forcing Seungmin to look at you. A small smile graces his face.

"Pleeeease. You need a break anyways. You'll burn yourself out before you even make it to the studio if you don't take a break," you try to reason and he lets out a sigh. He glances between you and the bathroom door and you know you got him. You stand back up and put your hand out to him.

"Fine. No funny business! We're only going to shower, baby," he points a finger at you, accusatorially and you hold your hands up in surrender.

"I would never!" You chuckle and he stands, walking to the bathroom. You trail behind him and he turns the water on, giving it time to warm up before you both get in. He walks over to the mirror and runs his fingers across the bags under his eyes.

You are right, he looks exhausted. He hasn’t had an actual night of sleep in the past two days and the thought of a shower with you was far too tempting for him to say no to. Even if it is a purely innocent shower, it is relaxing to have you in there with him, in a way. He slides his glasses off and places them on the counter.

You stand behind him and trail your hands under his shirt, grazing your finger tips across his stomach and abs. Although they may not be as visible as others, you can always feel them under your finger tips. You trail your hands up higher to his chest and he grabs your wrists.

"Y/n," he warns and you pull your hands out of his shirt, you hold them up in the air again. He pulls his shirt off and you do the same, ridding yourself of your tank top and sweats and adding them to the pile on the floor.

You wrap your arms around Seungmin again, placing a kiss to the back of his shoulder before trailing your hands down his stomach and untying the knot of his sweats. You grab the waistband of his underwear and the waistband of his sweats and start pushing them off of him but he grabs your wrists again, stopping you. His grip is a little harsher this time.

"You need to stop teasing me before you regret it," he advises, making eye contact with you through the mirror that was quickly fogging up.

"What? I'm not allowed to give me handsome boyfriend affection after he has been busy all day?" you ask and place your hands on your hips, causing Seungmin to roll his eyes.

“I’ve been being neglected Kim Seungmin,” you complain and he chuckles at your dramatics. He pushes his pants and underwear down, exposing the semi you have caused and you bite your lip.

"Get in before I change my mind," Seungmin commands, raising his eyebrows at you and you nod, turning around to hop in the shower. Seungmin's hand suddenly makes contact with your bare ass and you let out a surprised yelp.

"That's for teasing me," he shrugs when you turn to face him and you roll your eyes, getting in the shower with Seungmin right behind you. You step under the water, letting it wash over your entire body. Seungmin's body quickly presses against you from behind, his once semi was now much bigger and was pressing against your ass.

"Never mind. You look too good for me to just want to shower, pup," he growls into your ear and you chuckle reaching back to bring his head forward to connect your lips.

I.N:

"You can look at me Innie. You aren't going to get cursed," You tease and poke him in his abs. They are much more defined lately and the sight has you squeezing your legs together.

"I really can't. I don't want to risk getting hard right now," His eyes don't even look at your face when he speaks. They are instead focusing on the shower head behind you.

"Why? You don't want to fuck me in the house that my family is in?" You question and he gulps, slapping his hands over his ears.

"Stop!" he whisper shouts at you, finally making eye contact for a split second and you smile at him. You were on a family vacation and it took about 20 minutes of convincing to even get Jeongin to get into the shower with you.

It took him weeks to be convinced that it was okay that the two of you share a room and a bed. You are both adults and your family was fine with it. They love Jeongin and so do you, they trust that the two of you are mature adults.

Apparently they were wrong since your boyfriend can't even look you in the eyes while you're naked.

You reach up and pull your his hands off his ears, he lets out a sigh of defeat and shakes his head.

"So you can't look at me or listen to me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. Jeongin shakes his head almost immediately.

"If you heard the things you say to me, you wouldn't be able to handle it either," he tries to defend and your eyebrows drop in confusion.

"But I do hear them. They're coming out of my mouth?" you question and he shakes his head, grumbling out an 'its different' before reaching down and grabbing the shampoo.

He washes his own hair and you study him. The way his muscles flex and move, the way his eyes close and his eyebrows frown in concentration. He really is a work of art and you’re the lucky one who gets to observe him. You can't resist the urge and you lean in, pressing a kiss in the middle of his chest.

He freezes for a moment before continuing what he is doing. You take this opportunity to lean in again, pressing a kiss a little higher, right where his neck meets his chest. You feel a groan rumble in his chest as you let your lips linger.

"Y/n..." he warns and you smirk against his wet skin, letting your tongue out and running it down his chest, to below his peck, then his abs, then before you can get any lower, Jeongin wraps a hand around your neck, forcing you back to your feet.

"Why are you being so bad?" he questions, studying your face and you can't stop the dry chuckle that leaves your lips. You try to move forward to press your lips together but his grip on your throat tightens.

He pushes you down to your knees in front of him, forcing you to be face to face with his now hard cock. He leans forwards and pushes the shower head back so it isn't running over the two of you. You take advantage of this and lick the tip of his cock gently, causing him to jolt.

"I'll give you what you want since you're insisting on being so greedy," He speaks lowly from above you. He pushes his cock past your lips and you let him in easily as he lets out a shaky breath.

He gives you no time to adjust to the weight on your tongue and immediately starts thrusting in and out of your mouth, one hand on the back of your head, and the other is holding his body weight up on the wall behind you.

You can't help yourself and let your hand fall between your legs, before touching your clit. The sight of Jeongin fucking your face, his damp hair falling into his face has you so turned on but he suddenly pulls himself from your mouth.

"Who said you could touch yourself?" he questions you and you freeze. Your mouth opens to reply but closes when you realize you can't think of what to say. You move your hand from between your legs and place them on your thighs.

"I asked you a question. You think you get to touch yourself after being so bad?" he leans down and grabs your face, causing your lips to pucker. You shake your head in his grip and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Use your words, princess," he prompts you and you swallow. Your throat already raw from him fucking it a few moments ago.

"No," you say quietly, your voice raspy.

"No what?" he asks and releases your face, rubbing himself above you.

"No, sir," you reply and he leans forward, his cock brushing your lips again and you open them, letting him use your mouth again.

"Mhm, good girl," he groans out and begins his assault on your throat again.

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 9 (1/7)

After a round of showers Usagi stepped back into his room to see Leo sitting on his bed fairly focused on his phone. He had in fact stolen one of Usagi's shirts which might just be the cutest thing he's seen possibly ever.. The dark mask he wore earlier was no where to be found and since he had just been in the shower the wraps on his arms were missing too. He liked seeing Leo like this.. So casual and unguarded.. Usagi gently knocked on the door frame letting him know he was there, Leo perked up and smiled more seeing Usagi with his ears down again, god he was cute.. He scooted over leaving room for Usagi to join him as he set his phone down. "Dee said Hyo's fine, he's stable and should be good to come home tomorrow as long as he doesn't over do it. And I told Raph I'd be home soon, after we go to your place and get whatever you might need to spend the night. I-If you still want to that is.." "I'm glad he's alright, and yes Leo. I'm still planning to stay the night." He chuckled as he scooted closer, resting his head against the sliders shoulder, "I'm glad you bought us a bit of time though, I was hoping to properly thank you for tonight." Leo looked down at him, very confused as to what he meant, "But I thought you did? You said thank you like twice and y'know- We kissed downstairs, was that not a proper thank you?" Usagi looked back up at him unamused, "It was, but don't you recall I said, 'if we both come back in one piece I'll kiss your wounds better and then some' hm?" Leo blushed a bit nodded, "Well.. Yeah, but I didn't know if you were serious or just saying things to get me to go-" "You're very cute when you're confused, did you know that?" Leo rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Usagi pulling him closer, "Excuse you- I'm cute all the time~" "True... Then, you are especially cute when you're confused, and when you do that thing where you tilt your head to the side, like an animal trying to understand the language." Leo rolled his eyes again gently nudging him, "I'm taking that as a compliment. But we probably shouldn't be gone much longer, Raph is like, the king of worry. I'm giving you like.. Fifteen minutes, get some pajamas and whatever you need for the night."

"Would you be opposed for staying like this a bit longer? I only need five to get ready anyway. " Leo thought about it for a moment, he really didn't need much convincing. "Mm.. Fine, only cause you're so soft and fluffy. But only ten minutes alright? Then you can help me re-wrap my arms and we'll head out." "Mhmm. Anything you say love." 

-_-_-_-

Donatello pulled his mug of the shelf in their kitchen, filling it with 90% ristretto and 10% creamer. He saw the tech on the wrist light up and gave a tired glance. He hadn't been sleeping as well as he could have with the series of new projects he'd been hyper-focusing on lately. Seeing the alert he spat the sip he'd just taken and slammed his mug down going to the medbay to get April.

This was not the day he was hoping to have.

Not in the slightest. 

"April-!" He called as he pulled the fabric curtain back, hoping there'd been no issues. She perked up from the beanbag chair in the corner, she'd been peacefully doing her homework with her phone beside her playing some music quietly.

She perked up a little surprised that he didn't just text her, "What's up? Did something happen to the mutant dude?" Donne hesitated but nodded and made his way over to April showing her his notification, "I might have added some of my nanotech into the IV Leo gave our patient. It's revolutionary stuff really, it circulates the bloodstream doing dozens of internal scans so even if my external scanner is in use or not close by I can still be connected to the vitals and see what's going on. And even-" "Donnie get to the point!"  "Right right sorry- Part of the functions was not only monitoring the system but also tracking what passes though! And as we all know it takes about 40 hours before what you've eaten fully passes and becomes untraceable-" "..I didn't know that." Part 9.2

Part 1

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[artpharos]

so i uh

haven't really talked about what's been up with me this year but UM

yeah this year did not go according to plan thus far LOL but I'm really grateful for everything I've learned from this journey

so in January I got retrenched because the animation studio I was working at was shut down by our parent company. I think it was due to the Streaming Bubble bursting. I am still somewhat bitter about this but y'know. life goes on. i kinda went on a manic resume throwing in the last two weeks even while trying to help the coworkers in my company get the materials they needed for their own portfolios. y e a h that was kinda weird.

by February I got a new job!! but then i kinda got bullied there for. not being like everyone else I guess??? it was really weird. and I thought I had to endure it and maybe it'd magically get better (it didn't) so I quit end April (my original ex-coworkers were cheering me on the whole time; if it weren't for them I'd think I was going insane. one of them also told me later that the company i was working at was blacklisted for being a shitty production house by the industry at large and cries i should have asked him about it first before taking the job)

then I started sending out resumes again, realized I was traumatized by what happened in that 'new' job, opened up commissions to try to tide myself over while I tried to sell myself as someone competent while struggling with the fear that I wasn't (to which I'm super grateful for my friends telling me I'm not), and also agreed to help out with the cresty zine and lmao that's shaping out so beautifully i'm somehow surprised myself

with unemployment i started hanging out with my ex-coworkers a lot. we went to watch a meteor shower at a pier from midnight to dawn. we met up for dinners, went for karaoke and conventions and it was nice. to really just live and enjoy being around the people you've grown to care about after all these years. i'm really really grateful to them, honestly.

and today I think. I might have 2 job offers. and I asked my ex-coworkers once again to help me out and be my references and they all willingly agreed and one of them showed me what he wrote about me which was super nice and he called me kind and smart and efficient and i'm just hhhhrgagahghghgh

it's kinda weird but I'm super nervous about the job offers and i don't really know what's going to happen but. i am super grateful to all my friends new and old who have been taking care of me all this while, and continue to take care of me through all the tiny little ways.

i'd like to hope that's enough :)

[coleyo]

BITTW CHAPTER 30

Micheal stormed into his room just after the previous events.

'If they can do it why can't I, I'm not a baby..'

He'd utter under his breath, making another portal couldn't be that hard.. they'd take their hands up to view before glaring at them, small but fond memories of the whole kraang incident came to mind.. he'd tense up as tears pricked the corner of his eyes, the cracks were still there.. they never really seemed to fade, like Leo or raphs wounds. Leo survived with a few broken limbs and wounds, as for raph, he'd loose an eye. Donnie on the other hand became a bit more considerate all of the sudden, as for Micheal?

  Everything seemed perfectly fine for him, but that just wasn't the case. He could barely do anything anymore, so much that he felt useless. But Micheal felt as if the others problems were more important.

She'd close her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks, using everything he could to somehow, even think about what Mikey's universe could look like..

Mikey sat in donnies lab, he decided to run some test on him before setting him free.. Mikey would listen to the others talk, Leo laughing with Raph and draxum, and more. A smile showed on his face, but, why couldn't his family be this way?

"So..." A voice would interrupt the moment, Mikey turned to Donnie. "Enough with this anonymous silence.. how was I in the future?" Donatello raised a brow, causing Mikey to smile. "Aw man, you were awesome! Like my uncle or whatever!" Said the boy, "Go on, go on-- wait, uncle figure?" Donnies eyes lit up, "yeah, I got caught up in science, machines, they were weird! The good kind, like your kind of weird. I even got these goggles from you when you--" he'd pause, raising donnies suspicions, "when I..?" He continued.. "when-- when you died.. I- it was some time ago!.. for some reason you wanted to die. Everyone was lost-- even big mama, she was an aunt to me, we were a family! Each and every one of us-- she even made me this sweet skirt!"

Silence ensured shortly after before Mikey spoke once more, "Donnie.. did you-- make the key. For the whole kraang thing?" Donnie lifted his head, looking into Mikey's eyes sternly. "..I- i Won't tell I'm just curious! Your secrets safe with me y'know."

"..that's really-- nice, Mike'." Donnie paused and began writing something down on a piece of paper hung on a clip board. A loud crash interrupted the moment, coming from Micheals room. Mikey and Donnie turned theirs heads to the direction of the source of the noise.

"Did that come from..--"

Suddenly, Mikey was cut off by Donnie shooting up from his seat and rushing towards his room. Donnie must've been very.. agile?

Mikey stood and followed Donatello, turning the corner.

  "MICHEAL WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Donnie shouted, as Mikey finally reached his destination. A yellow portal flashed Infront of Micheal, yellow cracks covered the exterior of his body, they were in serious pain, but kept doing It. By then, the portal was nearly formed.

Micheal looked back at Donnie and Mikey as the cracks had reached neck level, his eyes widened as his mouth hung open, but it was too late.

   A loud bang interrupted the moment, following along with a flash of light..

Both Donnie and Mikey flinched, but after that, nothing.. once they looked up, Mikey was gone..

Only a portal remained..

"..w- where.."

Mikey muttered as Donnie fell back. "Micheal.. MICHEAL!" Donnie called, just as Leo and raph entered the room. Casey and April followed shortly after, almost everyone. They showered Donnie with questions, but they'd only respond with phrases like, "They're gone, Micheals gone, he's not coming back" the purple ninja shoved past his family whilst raph tried calm the frantic ninja down.

Once the room was empty, Mikey's head whipped towards the shrinking portal. Hesitantly, they'd reach their shaky hand through it.. it was warm.. suddenly he was hit by a wave of sudden memories. Immediately, they boy pulled away..

"...Home?"

The other uttered..

This was his chance, his only chance to finally put this all to an end..

But..

He couldn't.

Where was Michael, he needed to know. He wanted to help. Mikey shook his head, turning away and running towards donnies lab. Comotion came from the area.

"Donnie, what are you doing you weirdo, where's Micheal!" Leo urged, as Casey frowned, "and what do you mean he's g-gone.." the human spoke. "What are you doing don, please, just tell us.." April demanded in a gentle tone of voice.

"I- I don't know where he is but I still have those trackers on you guys! A- and our--"

"The speakers!" Raph smiled, as the other nodded, praying that his little brother was alive..

"..there should also be an accessible camera, I updated it, see.." Donnie turned to a computer, typing his passcode in. This made Mikey chuckle dispite the dire situation. "..Bootyshaker9000..? Great name dude."

Donnie glared, causing Mikey to shut up.

A camera opened, in the top leftcorner it read, Michealangelo's angle. "Micheal? Michael, it's Donnie! Damn it, can you hear me.." Tears fell down Donnies cheeks as static came from the other end.. "MICHEAL!" He'd shout before a hand was placed on his shoulder, "Donnie.." raph spoke softly. "..H-- he can't be gone.. I just know he can't, why didn't he listen.." they boy huffed as tears fell. Silence endured before mumbling came from the camera, emerging into sobs. Their attention shifted onto the camera as Donnie gasped,

"M- Micheal?"

"Donnie-- Donnie, is- is that you?"

Donatello let out a relieved laugh, as the others sighed. Though they didn't know where he was, or make out anything he was saying.. there was hope.

"Micheal listen--" Raphael started, "where are you? Can you turn the camera on?" ,"..cam..camera? Yeah --" their voice sounded shaken, as if they were trying to be quiet, Chocking on tears in the process. The screen flashed to micheals view, it was dark, even with the camera turned towards him.. it looked like they were.. hiding?

"..Raph- Donnie.. I'm scared.." he uttered, tears fell down his cheeks as his voice cracked. Leon's eyes widened, "...Micheal. where are you."

The place looked familiar..

"..t- the prision dimension, I don't know how I got here... It's dark, and.. i- I heard whispering." Leon tensed up before urging, "Micheal, listen CLOSELY. Be quiet. Do NOT move, stay RIGHT there.." "I can't, the sounds getting closer i- I wanna go home!" "..do you have your weapons?" Leo asked, almost pushing Donnie out of the way. "Yeah-- I actually do.. Leo,-- the kraang, what if.."

"April, go tell dad and draxum what's happening." Raph said, as the girl nodded and ran off with Casey. "Leo, what's your plan."

"..To get Micheal out of there he CANT be in there. If the kraang finds him--" Leo was cut off by a crash coming from Micheals camera. Micheals eyes widened as he sat up, backing away. The sound only got closer.

"..Leo--guys, i-.." Micheal paused before hearing a bone chilling growl.

"..Micheal.. behind you.."

[leondevilart]

i need a leoichi fic where the first part is Yuichi Usagi's POV right and he asks each of his friends for advice on how to ask someone (Leo) out, and the whole time they're like "who does usagi even like???? usagi has to learn how to act cool cuz this boy's a mess" y'know, so Gen is all like "first u gotta shower and smell nice and get some nice clothes! and flowers!" and kitsune is like "TAKE THEM TO THE ARCADE !!!! IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN!!! WIN THEM SOMETHING!" and Chizu, I feel like she wouldn't know how to help so she'd just say "What's the big deal, just tell them?"

AND THEN the second part would be the exact same shenanigans but with Leo and his brothers + April and maybe Splinter cuz I think it'd be funny and ofc Lou Jitsu knows a thing or two about dating !!!! and my creativity is done here rip

also by the end both families would be like "Oh,,,,, he meant Leo/Usagi,,,, all this was unnecessary they're clearly made for each other" type thing

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Vampires Hunt at Midnight

hello frens, sorry I've been non-existent for basically a year or something! No, I'm not dead, I've just finally touched grass and been in a trance lol. Anyway, in all seriousness, I've just been going out more and getting life opportunities. Y'know, having fun and stuff.

but yeah, read this thing I wrote.

...

The wind howled on a particularly cold night, the clouds wispy, and the stars bright. The trees groaned as they swayed back and forth, their leaves showering down on you as the seasonings change.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, shivering lightly as the breeze swept up into your shirt. If you knew it was going to be so freaking cold, you probably would've worn a sweater, or at the very least a warmer jacket.

You kicked a stray pebble, skipping it off the sidewalk and onto the road. You were making your way home after hanging out with a close friend of yours. They had insisted you stay, but you couldn't, seeing as you had a poor pup to feed, and he would surely be very hungry by the time you arrived home.

The wind picked up for a brief moment, and you stopped to squeeze your eyes shut against it as your jacket ruffled violently. When it passed, you opened your eyes and sighed, continuing on.

Your house should be just a few blocks further, it wouldn't take long to get home.

...

There was a scuffle from behind you, and you quickly looked over your shoulder.

...but there was nothing there.

Looking at the surrounding area, you shook your head, chalking it up to your lack of sleep, and the fact that you were completely alone.

...

wait.

You stopped walking and looking around once more, realizing that you really were alone, and that there weren't even any cars on the road.

That's funny, you could've sworn there were a few people still nearby... somewhere...

You checked your phone, noting the time.

11:26pm

...

Hm. It was only around ten when you left your friends' house...

You shrugged to yourself, and pocketed your phone, continuing down the sidewalk. It wasn't like you haven't stayed up this late before, so it wasn't too big of a deal. Though, you've never been outside this late before, and that's what made you feel so stiff.

Shivering again, you exhaled slowly, and rubbed your arms before crossing them over your chest tightly, hoping to stave off a bit more of this wind.

As you passed beneath a flickering light fixture, you felt something brush against your shoulder.

Beyond startled, you sharply gasped and whirled around, clutching your hands together in front of you. But to your surprise and horror, you were still completely, and utterly alone.

But you didn't just imagine that feeling. You weren't stupid enough to wave it off.

...

Without anything to protect yourself with, you had no choice but to keep moving forward, now paranoid, and constantly checking over your shoulder.

With every stray shadow or random leaf, you startled, putting yourself in a frantic state of internal panic.

Was that the shadow of a tree or a person's shadow? Did that rock just move or was it always there? How much further was your house?? It was as if you were walking the same length of sidewalk over and over.

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[despair-to-future-arcs]

Anything else?

Yeah, your suppose to turn off the shower before anyone else goes in, did you turn it off?

Oh uh, no I haven't; I usually have a servant do that for me so I don't usually do that, was I suppose to?

...Oh no, I...I think we should go check befo-.

*CRAAAASH!*

AIKO: HOLY CRAP, HIYOKO! OH GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?! HELP, SOMEONE COME HERE - HIYOKO HIT HER HEAD ON THE BATHROOM SINK!

...

O-Oh dear, let's go!

*the 2 rush over and they find Aiko standing at the bathroom door and Aiko standing there*

Wh-What in the world?! Why is there so much water and why is the shower still going!

Oh gosh, Hiyoko fell and trip! I didn't mean for this happen, I'm so sorry!

I'm so so sorry about that, I didn't mean to leave it on, it was an accident and-!

It doesn't matter, just go and turn off the shower; I'm not getting my slippers wet!

Okay sure thing, I haven't done this before so my apologies...

*Sonia walk into the bathroom, walking pass Hiyoko which then she goes to the faucet and turns it off which stops the water*

Okay I turn it off, it's safe to use now.

*looks around the floor is wet* Maybe we should wait to get the janitor and Mikan to get here...

???: I-I'm here, sorry I'm late I heard screaming!

Oh speak of the devil and here she comes.

So-Sorry I'm late, I ha-had to stock somethings and I just heard screaming and-!

*looks around and sees the bathroom and Hiyoko on the floor*

O-Oh goodness, what happen here?! What happen to Hiyoko!

Well seems Sonia forgot to turn off the shower, there's a bunch of water on the floor and Hiyoko hit her head on the bathroom sink... yeah, you might want to take care of that...

Ri-Right, thank you for explaining; I'll bring Hiyoko to the infirmary but make sure to get the janitor here to clean this up and warn the other girls to not use the bathroom until he cleans it up.

*Mikan walks over, kneels down and picks up Hiyoko which then she walks out* ...

Oh dear, I...I didn't mean to hurt Hiyoko at all, I probably should apologize when she wakes up.

Yeah you should, anyway I'm gonna go and get the janitor; tell the other girls to not go into the shower room.

*Kiriko walks away*

...

...

...

Date: April 4th, 2010

*Sonia, Kiriko and Kikue walk out of the infirmary*

At least Hiyoko is fine, but she didn't seem happy with me...

I know, she shouldn't have call you a retard when you forgot and it's not like you live on your own.

Yeah but still, Sonia was at fault for that but at least Hiyoko understood the situation and back off after you explain yourself.

But still Sonia, you really need to learn to take care of yourself when you aren't with your servants.

Your right, I do need to take care of myself but I'm not sure where to start.

Well... maybe I can teach you; y'know things like cooking, doing laundry and other chores if you want.

Oh... you will do that for me Kiriko?

Well yeah, I think so besides I do know what it's like to rely on others so I can help with some basic stuff, so how about it?

Oh yes yes, I would love for you to teach me how to do all this? I never done any cooking, cleaning or my own laundry so this should be quite the experience!

'And then I started to do things daily thanks to Kiriko...'

[cheswirls]

spent $$ i didn't rly have on kerastase shampoo bc im tired of my hair always breaking like i full bleached it back in 2017 and i kid you not it has not grown any longer since then bc it's so fragile. it's grown lots and lots like i got rid of the bleach yrs ago but it's so damaged bc I kept re-dyeing so much and haven't rly done more than trim my ends since highschool tbh

anyway!!! im trying this expensive shampoo following an olaplex leave-in spray bc that was 20$ to last me not even 2wks and less than 5 uses but I did realize that while (hopefully) this shampoo works its magic i do rly need a hydrating product to help fortify my hair. the conditioner i have is so meh and the leave-in conditioner spray I was using in april-may ran out so I get outta the shower and my hair still feels so dry??? i had to resist trimming the ends again aaaaaaaaa ive trimmed so much over the last 6 mths which sucks bc it's not growing back

so I got! a hair mask! tonight!! all the ones at work were 2.50$ for not a lot but I got one for less than 2$ that was bigger than all the others w a bunch of coconut oil in it? i probably won't wash my hair again tmrw but I wanna soak my hair and portion out some of this conditioner mask to try and see how it does bc it's made for curly hair and idkkkk what it's gonna do to mine (it's not straight more naturally wavy but also not curly by any means y'know??? i have the native american/far east russian(siberian) hair gene of Thick and Unruly and this mask is for coily hair types so we will seeeeeeeeeeeeeee ig augh it should be fine but if not then im fine with it being a waste of not even two bucks

but I think doing deep conditioning masks every so often alongside this shampoo made to strengthen hair will be better overall than doing one over the other right??? like obviously I want my hair not to snap so easily but I would also like for it to not feel dry.

anyway long rant over update tmrw mb

[tenyearsblink]

Setting The Stage

Y'know, it's sort of funny how a simple idea made me madly obsessed and spent lots of shower thoughts talking to myself about the implications of such question.

If you heard of the shows like Tokyo Revengers or Erased, you know the deal: the protagonists regresses back to the past, relives their life and attempts to make a better future for themselves.

This case starts with that premise, but makes a small twist. what if it's not just one person who regresses? not two, nor ten, but everyone; all living organism has their consciousness transported back 10 years to the past. Today is April 15th of 2014. No warning or further explanation, it just sort of happens. welcome to the past everybody, so what's next?

ps: I'm not a writer, so I'm sorry beforehand. I just need to push these thoughts outside my head; perhaps that ceases the obsession and maladaptive daydreaming.

[mlmxreader]

Euphoric | Peter B. Parker x Trans!Male!Reader

request; "Why do you always steal my clothes?" prompt with peter b and ftm reader please? tysm!!<3 - anon

summary; Peter always does wonder why you steal his clothes.

warnings; none!

Peter never understood why you always stole his clothes when you had your own, such as the hoodies and the t-shirts that he had specifically bought in the men's section of Tesco, the ones that were baggy enough although not massively so that it would seem odd; ever since you had told him about being trans, he had been more than happy to set a few pounds aside here and there in order to get you the things you wanted to help - binders, packers, boxers, anything that you had admitted to wanting, he had gotten it for you, usually as a surprise on the tougher days. The days where you couldn't shower because you didn't want to see your own body because it didn't quite present how you thought it should, how it didn't look like you. He always set some money aside to get those things for you, despite the fact that he could hardly afford to pay his rent, despite the fact that you kept telling him not to worry about it and that you would scrounge up the cash somehow, some way. But even still, he never did quite understand why you stole his clothes time and time again.

It was a cold day for April, the wind blowing harshly despite the bit of sun amongst the grey clouds, it looked like it was going to rain at some point, and as Peter approached your door, he smiled. He had shaved this morning, and had ensured that he was wearing the little pronoun badge he had picked up off of a street vendor a few weeks back - it only set him back about fifty pence. He raised his fist, and he gently rapped upon the door, bouncing on his heels while he waited for an answer.

He couldn't help but to smile, stopping himself from rolling his eyes when he saw you there, wearing his old hoodie from his time at college; it was baggy, sure, although not painfully so, and he could see the fraying strings and the faded stains on the dark grey fabric. Clearly, you had attempted to wash the battered and bruised and beaten old hoodie.

"Why do you always steal my clothes?" He chuckled, letting himself in after giving you a kiss in greeting. He sat up on the kitchen counter while you busied yourself with making him coffee.

"They make me feel good," you shrugged with a soft hum. "Y'know, like... I dunno, they just make me feel really happy about myself, my masculinity."

"I get it," Peter said quietly, the realisation suddenly hitting him as he dared to tilt his head as he smiled at you. "Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen a man that has ever looked so handsome in a hoodie before."

You rolled your eyes fondly, finishing making the coffee and gently pressing the mug into his hands. "Thank you."

"You can keep it," he replied, "but it'll cost you."

"It'll cost me?" You questioned with a half-grin and a raised brow.

"Just a kiss."

Getting between his legs, you laid one hand at the back of his neck, the other at the back of his head as you pulled him close enough that you could press your lips to his; you were thankful that you had Peter, not just because he was kind and he was understanding and he was supportive, but also because he made you smile like no one could. He made you laugh, he made you feel like the world was going to be alright in the end.

"Pete?" You whispered upon pulling away.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

[mae-dwrites]

No String, No Love

SM AU1-KRBK • Chapter 2

Bakugou had woken up later than he wanted, which really pissed him off, and blamed his mom for letting him sleep in. The old hag just yelled at him to get ready and called him a lazyass. It was only after showering and getting dressed that he saw that his alarm had gone off but was on silent. Fuck.

Bakugou ate some stupid pancakes his dad made with some eggs and bacon, but it was the best thing ever. Not that he’d admit that out loud like had with he was six(made his dad cry he was so happy). When he finished he washed his plate and grumbled thanks to Masaru. He yelled while brushing his teeth as if, if he yelled loud enough the germs would explode.

"SHUT THE HELL UP KATSUKI!" Mitsuki practically screamed from her home office. She'd recently gotten on a roll on her part in the designing process which made Bakugo have to model. The fact they all got paid was really helpful but it was one of the things that Bakugou kept on the list of excuses for his 'over extreme confidence' and 'big ego'. Yeah, his attitude and personality are a part of who he was but he overdoes it to pull off his act.

"Hey, KitKat it's almost ten after!" Masaru hollered from the bottom of the stairs.

Bakugou threw his toothbrush into the sink, racing to his room snatching his backpack and feet pounding the ground on his way to the door.

¨Enjoy School Kitsuki!¨ Hollered Mitsuki, head hanging out of her office.

¨Love you! You got this,¨ exclaimed Masaru.

¨Love you too." Bakugou grumbled just loud for him to hear. Slamming the door, he went running down the sidewalk (almost falling). Smirking he stepped over every crack from memory, slowing to a jog after getting a good enough distance that he could walk the rest of the way without being late.

The sun shined brightly behind him; the occasional tree or two giving him shade; birds chirped, and two people with flight-directed quirks flew by. A breeze flew by him that he wasn't as warm as he was, it being only April; across the street were two kids heading the other way. They had middle schooler attire but didn't look any less than eleven years old, but then again Deku had looked the same way when they had first started middle school.

One boy, with yamazakura pink hair, put his hand in front of the other and started to hum and then tapped his forehead, suddenly the boy in front started to dance; his gray hair gently swaying with him; grabbing the pale pink-haired one by his hands, they twirled around down the sidewalk; the gray-haired boy started to float up and he squeezed the other boys' hand making him start to float. They were graceful in the bright blue sky, "Not too high or we'll get lightheaded and you'll make us fall!" cried out the pink-haired one. The gray-haired boy just rolled his eyes, "For starters, you would pass out, it takes longer for me." He said matter a factly.

"And second?"

Bakugou didn't hear the gray-haired boy's response cause he went around the corner, he didn't want to hear it. He knew by now when people were soulmates, it was their banter, their connection, the complementary powers, the-

His thoughts were interrupted by yelling, "Dude I still can't believe you got in! Like, especially with the neural drawbacks. Was it the fight test thing that got you in?"

"Yeah, well mostly." replied a bright blond to his just as energetic but plain friend. "But for the handwritten test I only got a decent grade on was because of I can memorize facts. Y'know you should have done the test too."

"No, I couldn't I would have failed. I mean I can only control hair," as if to prove his point he made his flat hair float.

"But you can also control other peoples' hair not just your own." The blond tried to argue.

"But it wouldn't help in the fight test, don't you go against machines anyway?" the brown-haired boy countered. He did have a point, at least Katsuki saw his point. It took the bright-haired blonde longer than the sandy-haired one to figure it out. When it finally sunk in he got it, but that didn't mean that the hair manipulating boy didn't have a chance.

"Still you should have, we should be off now, we'll be late." He finally said, this made Bakugou look down at his own phone and he saw that he too would be late having stopped for this long, so we took off running again. Well, that wasn't the truth necessarily. He would be late by the time he wanted to get there, not when the school would mark him. Like, he already acted like an ass to people, don't want the teachers not liking him because he is an ass and late.

He arrived at U.A. twenty minutes before class, a bell was supposed to ring 5 minutes before the day started. But the youngest Bakugou didn't want to spend the 5 minutes before class trying to open his locker, but on one hand, he did have it memorized. Not just the combo but the layout of the school, every possible exit, every safe exit, where to find the right people to talk to about things. He had these things planned, though he still needed to memorize his schedule. He had spent so much time memorizing all those he forgot to memorize when each of his classes were. But it was no biggy, he would know it before the end of the week from walking to them alone.

Opening his locker he tossed his backpack in grabbing his schedule; most of his classes were at one room, which made things easier. He folded the piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket, he then went to one of the school bathrooms. Much to his pleasure, there was no one in it, he went to the mirror and double-checked that his hair was covering his hearing aids. He readjusted the hair just above it so then you didn't see the little gray and blue that seemed to be saying hello. With a sigh, he left the bathroom with his famous 'resting bitch face.'

He finally made it to the big brown door with '1-A' is red, this took up the entire door. But it made sense, they needed the school to be built for the many different types of people could come through. Bakugou took in a breath and set his RBF straight, he wasn't here to make friends. Just learn and be better. He could try finding allies when he started being a true pro hero. He breathed out as he opened the door.

His eyes met with five other pairs in the room, they certainly couldn't be the only ones in this class. There were eight minutes before anyone could be considered late. The first was purplnette in a hair that went to her chin, it went to the back with an undercut. Her earlobes were replaced with extendable aux jacks, one plugged into the computer in front of her and the other twirling around her index finger. The next was a tanned guy with black hair that kinda pointed down reminding Bakugou of a thimble. His elbows were big and round, couldn't tell what they were used for but it was obviously a part of his quirk. Then there was some guy with a fish mixed with a rock-looking head that refused to look at anyone, he had looked at Bakugou when he first came in but was intimidated. There was a flat blond-headed guy, kinda plain, but then there was his tail. Did not expect a guy with simply a tail. Then there was the sparkling blonde. No joke he fucking sparkled. His deep blue eyes staring intently at Bakugou, his gaze making him uncomfortable.

"Welcome ami, how are vous?" his voice going a tad deep and smooth when he said anything in French. Overall he made Bakugou uncomfortable.

"Vas-y, je ne suis pas là pour me faire des amis, alors laisse tomber," Bakugou replied back bitterly.

Screw off, I'm not here to make friends, so leave it.

This made him pout, Bakugou really didn't like saying it, but he also didn't like people. Nor did he want to get close to anyone.

He went to the first desk in front of him and sat at it. He took his phone out and put his feet on his desk. More students trickled in but he didn't pay any mind to them. That was until some plain guy came up to him after a moment upon his own arrival.

"Excuse me but you shouldn't have your shoes on the desk. It's disrespectful to the school and yourself for that matter." The dark-haired dude said.

"Okay well, I don't really care. Also, you're not my superior so I don't have to listen to you." Bakugou retorted. Which he wasn't wrong, but still wasn't in the right. Not that he didn't acknowledge this, but he ignored it.

"How rude," He stated loudly flailing his arm in a chopping motion as a few more people trickled in. Neither of them gave mind to them. "You should respect people regardless of their status compared to you. You and I are equals as classmates here along with everyone who has and will enter."

Bakugou scoffed rolling his eyes, because even still. That was not how the world works. People consistently divide themselves from one another, from status to traditions. And even small things like drinks or hair color. It's stupid, so why argue with all those asses when you can make yourself above it.

"So the school would most definitely appreciate it if you respected their fine institute."

"Okay four eyes," the puff head stood. "This school would appreciate it if they get reliable and strong heroes from their fine institute. They don't actually care, so piss off and leave me alone."

That was when the door opened and he noticed bright red from the corner of his eye. He really wanted to look over but he staring down with 'four eyes' here. 'Four eyes' eyes narrowed when Bakugou sat back down ignoring him once again. He grabbed his phone out as he glanced over at the bright red blob.

His hair was bright like when you got a bloody nose, his skin was slightly tanned but if you were to squint it wasn't as noticeable. His hands were a bit large but not abnormally. Though that wasn't what changed his glance to a stare, it was his eyes. Deep crimson that shined. It took his breath away. So much so he didn't notice him mess with his right hand.

"So are you an asshole to everyone or just got a short fuse?" Gosh, his voice was so nice. Bakugou would never admit that tho, not even to himself.

He decided not to be so bad. He scoffed, "Really depends on the person."

The redhead smiled at him for a moment before gently laughing as he went to a seat not too far from the blond.

"Now will you get your feet off the school desk," continued the plain guy as someone opened the door of the classroom.

"Yeah well now will just shut up and leave me be," Bakugou retorted back. After a squeak from the door, he turned to see what moron had made that noise. It was none other than the smartass himself, Izuku Midoriya.

"Oh, you're the crying guy from the exam," four-eyes said looking at Deku. He put his hand out, "it's a pleasure to be in the same class as the participant that got a perfect score. Absolute genius."

Bakugou was just in utter shock. Deku didn't have a quirk. He never did. Unless...

Unless he was lied to. Deku must have lied to him, it was the only logical explanation. He was weak, always, he couldn't do anything. Or at least that's was the punk made him think. Deku was a lair, an actor, nothing he did had to of been real. He was a fake. Bakugou hated fakes, hated lairs, and he never excepted being made a fool of.

He hadn't noticed the bubbly brunette come in and didn't bother to give their conversation any mind. His mind was on loop. The more the thoughts spun the more he got angry. The more he fumed on it the less he saw he was hurt.

"DEKU! HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE, YOU QUIRKLESS BASTARD!" Bakugou shouted as he sprong on the broccoli-haired boy. He gripped onto his collar, his nostrils flared down onto the boy.

Izuku tried to keep calm but how could he? Katsuki was much more upset than his usual, but even when he got mad he was never this kind of aggressive. Izuku could tell it was different, even if Bakugou couldn't see it now Deku did. Deku had watched him his entire life, observed him. And it looked like Bakugou was ready to pound him dead instead of telling him off to.

"K-kachan, um I u-uh.." He stumbled on his words, trying to find the right thing to say to calm him down in the slightest. But even then he couldn't calm him down, especially with his (he hoped) new friends telling him to put down cause "he didn't do anything" and that "it wasn't proper edicate of a student of one of the highest seen schools in the country." That was until a voice came from the floor after the bell rang.

"Will you shut it, it's hard to make up for lost sleep with all your screaming. Not to mention you should be in your seats now." The voice was very tired and a bit deep. But the face of whom it came from wasn't what anyone in the room expected. He was in a yellow sleeping bag, making him kinda look like a caterpillar, with long black hair sticking out and just lying lazily on his face. His face had stumbled across his lower face. He got up and then unzipped the sleeping bag to reveal him to be wearing all black with a gray scarf-looking thing.

"What did I just say? Get to your seats."

The four students went back to their seats, Bakugou going tch on the way. After the class settled down the man finally spoke, silencing any side conversations.

"Hello, welcome class 1-A, I am your homeroom teacher. Shouta Aizawa, and as your homeroom teacher I will be one of the main teachers guiding you so you may learn to be the generation of heroes. So if you have a question, ask it. If it's stupid don't ask it, be quiet, watch, and you may learn a bit quicker than your peers. I don't care, when I need to sleep shut up" he glanced at a few students, Bakugou included. Which he responded with an eye roll. "-let me make up for my sleep loss. For the first order of business, you all need to choose your class rep. in however way you please. Now I'm going back to sleep cause my nap got interrupted, try not to kill each other before I wake up."

And with that, he grabbed his sleeping bag zipped it up, and fell to the floor. For a few moments, the class just stared at their homeroom teacher in shock. This was most definitely not something they thought would happen when they got in. Finally a girl in the back of the class cleared her throat.

"So I believe one, introductions are in order and then we shall pick our class rep. My name is Momo Yaoyorozu."

"I agree with you Miss Yaoyorozu, my name is Tenya Ida."

People started going around the room, some including their quirk, and some not. When it came the bright red head's turn he couldn't help but listen no matter how much he told himself he didn't care.

"Hello, I'm Eijiro Kirishima! My Quirk is 'Hardening.'" He then proudly demonstrated by pounding his fists in front of his chest, 'hardening' as he said he would. But his fists looked a bit like rock if Bakugou was being honest.

Wonder how well his Quirk would do against my explosions...

He then zoned out again not caring about the rest. Not that he cared about shit haired guy. Why would he?

"And you are?"

Bakugou looked up to see a bright blond. The same bright blond from his walk to UA. He was a bit pale with a shining smile, and now not being a street away he could see his black thunderbolt on his hair. His eyes shined with mischief and energy swirling.

"I don't have to tell you," Bakugou said simply

"Everyone has, so it's only fair." said one of them.

"Exactly," the blond looked down at Bakugou with a huff.

"Okay then-"Bakugou stood up"-one, My name is Katsuki Bakugou. Second, I'm going to be the number one hero." Bakugou towered over the guy looking at him before looking over the rest of the class. "Third, there never has been such thing as 'fair'." Silence filled the air. They didn't know how to react, or how to feel about the situation.

Yaoyorozu cleared her throat, "So how about we get to picking our class rep!" She clapped her hands at the end.

Bakugou sat down ignoring the rest of the class. All these guys were dumb and soft, just like Deku. He clenched his jaw at the thought. Cause Deku was smart, he knew that. Deku had always been smart just that he never thought things through as Bakugou believed he should. Deku was small, scrawny, and weak. At least that's what Bakugou believed, no. He still believes that, cause Deku could never amount to anything like he could. Bakugou had a quirk, Deku must have had such an embarrassing quirk that he didn't want anyone to know. That must have been. It had to be.

The plain guy came around with a small box and some paper. Giving Bakugou a slip of paper for him to write his vote on. They call had decided to vote since no one could agree.

Bakugou thought of putting his own name down, but that wouldn't make sense considering the scene he just made just so no one would even try to pay him anymind. So he served the room and thought of three people who could possibly.

One, the plain guy. He was put together and serious. Second, ponytail. She may have been quiet but she wasn't afraid to defuse a situation into another topic. As she proved just moments ago, not to mention other classes might enjoy her company and find her sweet. She would be a better image for the class than he could for sure. And third, he didn't want to admit it. But Deku, some of the people in the class already liked him, and he was smart. His mumbling was annoying as any overly loud groups of people, but at least he wasn't an idiot doing random shit just cause he could. Out of the three he would want Ponytail then the plain glasses guy. He was not voting for the moron, he would get nervous and mumble. Trying to form a sentence or ramble on and on, he did not want to listen to that for fifteen minutes or two. Depending on which the kid ended up feeling.

Finally, he wrote down "Black-haired ponytail girl" folded it up and put it in the box upfront. After the last person put their vote in they shuffled the papers and then started tallying them on the board.

Deku ended up being the class representative with Ponytail as his right-hand man. And just as Bakugou thought, he was a sputtering mess. But finally stopped when Aizawa got up and out of his cocoon.

"Okay now that you all have chosen a class representative in a nonleathal way, I need you all to get into your outside wear." He clicked a button on a remote, the wall in back opened with a number. "Each of you have a number check the sheet on the side. I'll be waiting for you all on the field."

Bakugou and a few others just stayed in their seats waiting so it wasn't so crowded by some. When finally Bakugou went up to look he took note which number was his. Grabbing his outside wear he made his way to the door but he to take the long way to the door cause the extras were in his way. Instead of shoving them out of his way he went down one the isles closer to the windows. If he hadn't this way then he wouldn't have seen his name at the bottom of the list with one tally next to it no less. He didn't see it before because of the podium was in the way. He stopped in the middle of the isle looking at the single tally.

Who would even think to after my actions before?

He had made a show before just so things like this wouldn't be on him. Stupid school stuff, like this bs. He shook his head and stomped out of the room to get his stuff on and get out on the field.

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So let's ignore the fact it's been over a year. *sweats* motivation kept slipping from my grasp and would be just out of reach.

I still need to post this on Ao3, I posted it on Wattpad first cause it's what I'm most used to and it transfers easier.

Let's hope I don't take another year.

Also that's exactly 3,600 words. Like whoa.

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Jealous too (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It is Bucky’s turn to get jealous when someone else gets too close with his girlfriend. 

Words: 4.9K

Warnings: angst, jealous Bucky, alluding to sexy times hihi

A/n: This is the second part to Jealous but it can be read as a separated one shot if you want (: @buckybarnesthehotshot here it is lol

Originally posted: April 29, 2020

Bucky Barnes is a fairly reasonable man. Key word: fairly. However, “reason” is barely a thing anymore when it comes to his girlfriend.

If there is someone on the face of Earth that he loves with every fiber of his being, that someone is without a doubt y/n. In the three years they have lived as a couple, not once did he doubt his feelings for her or vice versa. In three years they have lived together, not once did Bucky feel as if he wasn’t enough of a man for her, not once did he feel insecure or apprehensive when it came to their relationship.

However, all of the peace they had built together for this long, was about to be ruined soon. And not because of him. Absolutely not.

If anyone asked, it wasn’t his fault at all that a certain someone, uninvited at the compound and undesirable as hell, had a death wish. Yeah, Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man, simply not when some  punk couldn’t keep his hands off of his girlfriend. In this case, he couldn’t tolerate nothing.

It was getting annoying and he was growing tired of trying to stop himself from strangling the other man to death.  It almost seemed like he did it to mock him and that couldn’t sit well with Bucky. Everything had its limit and apparently the patience of the ex-Winter Soldier had already reached it.

“If you keep staring harder maybe he’ll choke on your death glare.” Sam was standing next to him, working out with some dumbbells while Bucky kept throwing daggers with his eyes behind the stupid agent’s back who was training a couple of feet away with Y/n. Training would be exaggerating it, he was fooling around and the worst of all it’s that his girlfriend seemed like she was having fun, giggling like a schoolgirl, and it was the first time Bucky wanted her to stop letting out those sounds. She only giggled for him!

“Shut up Bird-brain!” He grumbled out for Sam to hear and turned his attention towards the punching bag again, throwing strong punches to it until the bag was sent flying to the other end of the room.

That made y/n and the agent that was with her turn their heads towards Bucky and see what was going on. Y/n walked out of the ring and walked to her boyfriend, a smile on her face as she made her way to him. “Tony will blast your metal arm again if you keep ruining the sandbags babe.” She said jokingly and the super soldier let out a low grunt as a response to her.

“He can try.” Y/n laughed at his words, unaware of what was going on in her boyfriend’s head at the moment. She got closer to him and snaked her arms around his neck, lips pressing lightly to his jaw in a small kiss.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, I’m all gross.” She mumbled the words on his skin, her breath tickling him a little and was about to move away from him, when he placed both of his hands on her waist to keep her there, then locked his lips to hers in a fervent kiss, leaving her breathless. His hands moved slowly to cup her ass as he kept kissing her, lightly squeezing her flesh in his palms and she giggled in his mouth at his action. That sound he loved. Now she could giggle! With him she could giggle as much as she wanted, he never wanted to stop listening to that sound.

He kept kissing her with passion until they had to break away when they heard Sam making loud gagging noises. “Go to your room people. This is public area.”

Y/n laughed at his words and excused herself, walking out of the gym and Bucky followed behind her, but not before giving a dirty look to Brandon who was seemingly feeling awkward from all of the PDA going on in front of him.

Well, that will teach him.

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Maybe he was overreacting, maybe none of it was true, and maybe y/n was going to hate him for this, but he couldn’t live like this anymore. Everywhere he turned he kept seeing his girlfriend with this Brandon guy and it was driving him crazy.

He was just about to enter the kitchen when he heard the voices of Natasha and Y/n conversing, and he couldn’t help but be curious of what they were saying. He knew whatever it was, if he was to enter the kitchen, they would stop talking, Y/n would walk to him to greet him because he had left her sleeping this morning when he got up from the bed, so he decided to stay behind the wall and keep listening for another moment before making himself present in there.

“Why didn’t it work out between you two?” He heard Natasha’s voice ask the question and now he was more curious than before. What was she talking about? Whom was she talking about? Between you two who?

He focused on the voices coming from the kitchen, trying to listen to Y/n’s answer. He had to know what was going on.

“Well,” He heard her begin speaking. “We dated for like a month or two and then he moved to L.A. Besides, Brandon and I were never serious, it was just fun.”

Brandon and I? Had he heard it right? Brandon had dated his girlfriend before him? What the hell!! He never knew anything about it. It seemed as if the air was tight in the space of the corridor and Bucky had to walk away before he choked on nothing. He couldn’t listen anymore anyway. Now that he knew the truth, he couldn’t help but think that all this time he had been the nuisance, maybe Y/n spent so much time with that other guy because she still loved him, maybe she wanted to go back with him. If that was what she wanted, Bucky wouldn’t stay in her way.

He loved her too much, but he wouldn’t keep her prisoner in a relationship she didn’t want. He would set her free.

He walked away quickly, not knowing where to go, he just wanted to leave the compound and didn’t stop even when he slammed his shoulder harshly against Steve’s who was walking past him. “Where are you going Buck?” He asked, but the brunet didn’t turn around to reply.

*

“It was just fun.” Y/n explained to Nat, sipping carefully on the hot coffee as she spoke. “He’s a good guy, y'know. But he’s been bugging me this whole month with that Kathy thing.”

Nat let out a chuckle at her words. “Isn’t it weird though? You’re his ex-girlfriend.”

“It would be weird if I had feelings for him.” She replied. “But I don’t. I don’t think I ever did. I liked him, yes, but that’s not a strong feeling. Besides, I love Bucky and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with him, why would I care about who Brandon likes.”

At the mention of her boyfriend, she stopped to think for a moment. Where was he anyway? He had woken up early for his morning run with Steve, leaving her asleep in their bed, and she had yet to see him for the day. Not even a moment later, Steve entered the kitchen and Y/n thought he would know the whereabouts of her boyfriend.

“Good morning ladies.” He greeted both of them and moved to the coffee machine.

“Morning, Stevie. Have you seen that boyfriend of mine?” She asked playfully.

“Yeah about that. I just saw him almost sprinting out of the compound, asked him where he was headed to but he didn’t say anything.”

That’s weird, Bucky would never return from his run and not see her. It’s a first. She didn’t pay too much attention though, thinking maybe he had to do anything out and forgot until the last moment, until the last minute. That had happened more than once.

She went on about her day, thinking he would come back as soon as he finished doing his own thing, whatever it was, and they would see each other later.

However that later came too late that night. It was almost midnight when Bucky returned to the compound. As soon as he entered the front door, Friday notified y/n that he had come back.

She had left him several messages in his phone, called him a couple of times, and despite the fact that Bucky wasn’t a genius with the new technology, he knew how to read messages, how to make phone calls. Yet he hadn’t answered to none of her texts. Y/n had spend the entire day wondering where was her boyfriend, why wasn’t he answering to her, why wasn’t he replying, and now she was still awake waiting for his return. When she heard Friday’s pleasant voice inform her that Bucky was finally back, she got up from the bed she was lying on, and started pacing around, waiting until he entered the room they shared.

*

If there is something he hates, that is not being enough, and not once during the last three years he had been with y/n did he have that problem. Today was the first day he felt as if everything about their relationship had been a lie, as if he was never man enough, never worthy enough of a love, of y/n’s love.

He couldn’t walk out of the compound fast enough, moving to the garage and hopping on Steve’s bike, the engine revving loudly while he made his way to the city. He needed to calm his head, needed to breathe some fresh air away from the stifling atmosphere of the compound.

The entire day was spent in Brooklyn, his safe place. Anytime he needed an escape from anything, that’s where he would go and he would always feel better. This time though, nothing seemed to help, seeing as it was well past eleven o'clock and he had been drinking his mind away in a small bar for the last three hours. Despite the fact that he couldn’t get drunk, the taste of the alcoholic liquid seemed like enough of a comforting, and that was all he needed, a little comfort.

He placed a couple of 20 dollars bills on the counter and grabbed his jacket, before deciding to leave the bar, making his way to the bike that was parked a few feet away. The night air was chilly, but he hadn’t been cold for a very long time and tonight was no different. The ride to the compound was shorter than he thought it would be, and he was hoping to find y/n asleep when he arrived.

She had texted and called him many times during the day, but he had only wanted to stay away, that’s why after the seventh message and second call he had decided to turn off his mobile phone.

He entered the compound slowly, quietly walking through the place to get to his room and twisting the knob of the door carefully,  he opened it, and he was surprised to find y/n pacing around the place, a worried look etched in her features. When her eyes met his, she walked to him in a few short strides and was quick to wrap her arms around him in a hug. Bucky was more than confounded by her reaction. Why was she worried about him? She had Brandon to care about anyway.

His arms were glued to his sides, unable to move them and hug his girl back, but Y/n didn’t seem to notice, her hold on him never faltering as she looked up to him to speak. “Where were you all day? I was so worried.” Her words held a hint of pain as she spoke them and Bucky felt bad for worrying her all this time, anyhow, that thought quickly escaped his mind when her words from the morning resurfaced in his mind again.

“I, um…” He started but didn’t know what to say to her, opening and closing his mouth again.

His breath fanned over her face and she could distinctly smell the alcohol. She scrunched her nose lightly at the smell and he always thought she was adorable when she did that, this time though, he didn’t stop to think of how cute she looked, he moved his hands and placed them to her upper arms to lightly push her away from him, suddenly the closeness was unbearable.

“Have you been drinking?” She asked, but he didn’t respond to her question, only moved away from her to walk towards the bathroom that was adjoined to their room.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbled as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him, but Y/n heard him nonetheless. She couldn’t understand his behavior. Bucky was never like this with her. During their entire relationship, he had never acted this way. If something was bothering him, she was the first person to know, she was the first to console him, to give him advice, to help him. Now it seemed as if she was nothing but a ghost he couldn’t see standing in the middle of their shared room.

She could hear the shower turning on, the water pouring down from inside the bathroom and she decided to get in the bed again, after his shower Bucky would get in too and they could maybe talk then.

Even that did not happen when almost 20 minutes later Bucky reemerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked to his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers to wear, then silently turned to lie down on the bed, next to y/n, but he turned his back to her and moved his body at the farthest end of the bed, keeping his distance.

Y/n felt her heart break at his actions. She couldn’t understand, for the life of her, what was going on with her boyfriend. She turned her body on the side, facing Bucky’s back, his indifference hurting more than what she had thought it would.

A few minutes had passed and Bucky’s breathing evened out, indicating he had fallen fast asleep. Y/n on the other side was struggling to calm herself down and giving in to rest. She tossed and turned on the bed for some time more and decided to get up, finally accepting the fact that she wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.

She paddled the floor barefoot, her steps light and quiet and opened the door of her room to walk out. It was the middle of the night and everyone had retreated to their own bedrooms, not knowing what to do, she made her way to the common areas. Maybe she could watch some TV? it was better than sulking in the bed next to her boyfriend anyway.

She arrived there and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, flipping through different channels until she stopped at one that was playing a movie. She didn’t know what movie it was, and apparently it had been playing for more than an hour, meaning she had missed most of the story, but she didn’t care anyway. She put the remote on the coffee table and glued her eyes to the screen, the flicking light of the figures tiring her eyes sooner than she thought.

As much as she tried not to, she fell asleep rather quickly, the movie still playing, but this time there was no one watching.

***

When Bucky woke up at 5:30, like every other day, he was surprised to see that Y/n was not in the bed next to him. He quickly remembered what had happened yesterday and grunted out sleepily, moving to the bathroom to wash his face and his teeth before his morning run with Steve.

Usually he met with Steve outside the compound, ready for the daily jog to start, but today it seemed like his friends had other plans. When he walked out to meet up with Steve, he didn’t see him there. Strange, Captain America was never one to be late, always punctual, always on time.

“Friday, where’s Steve?” He asked the A.I, impatient to start running.

“Captain Rogers is currently in the common areas.” The reply of the A.I was instantaneous and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, yet he still walked back inside to go find him.

“Punk, what are you-” He stopped right in his tracks when he reached the common room, shocked to see y/n sleeping soundly on the couch, her body curled in a fetal position and her chin tucked in her chest. Despite the couch being one of the best - courtesy of Tony Stark, of course - it was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortably lying there. It was a rather small couch, not fit for an adult to sleep in.

Steve grabbed a blanket from the armchair and covered her body carefully, and she curled in the softness of the material more, letting out an audible sigh before returning to the silent sleeping. Bucky could only see her lying there, she looked so small, so innocent, he couldn’t help but think he had acted like an asshole the day before, but he didn’t have time to dwell on his thoughts because Steve grabbed his upper arm and almost dragged him out of the room, leaving y/n’s sleeping form behind.

“Care to tell me what is going on?” He asked his friend when they were in a considerable distance away from where y/n was sleeping. Steve’s voice was serious, he sounded almost upset as he asked the question. Bucky only shrugged in response, but the Captain wasn’t satisfied with that, so he spoke again, this time an underlying tone of frustration detectable in his voice. “You were out all day yesterday, and today your girl is sleeping on the couch. Come on now, tell me everything.”

Bucky only scoffed in annoyance at the words of his friend. “You know you can’t order me, punk. You’re not the Captain of my relationship with Y/n too.”

“No, but I’m your friend. The friend of both of you, and this isn’t good Buck..”

He knew Steve was right. He couldn’t just drown himself in his thoughts, he had to talk to someone, tell someone what was going on, and nobody was better than his best friend. “Come on, I’ll tell you on our way.”

And that he did. He told Steve about what was going on with him and Y/n, how he had heard her the other day talking to Natasha, how she seemed to always be happy when she was with that Brandon guy, more than she was with Bucky. He told Steve everything and then some more, feeling almost better after having bared his heart to his friend.

They ran their usual 5 miles before returning to the compound. Steve patted his shoulder affectionately and walked to his own room, throwing a “talk to her!” in an authoritative voice behind his shoulder and Bucky chuckled, then he disappeared behind a corner.

Steve’s advice was good, reasonable. Talk to her. He could do that, besides, it was the only logical thing to do. Talk to her. It would be better than giving her the silent treatment, they had been a couple for three years, they should be good at communicating with each other. Talk to her. Yeah, easy.

“Friday, where’s Y/n?”

“She’s at the gym, training, sir.”

He started a light jog to the gym, descending the stairs in two and three to arrive to her quick. Talk to her. Yeah, doable. He opened the door of the gym, eyes scanning the place to find her. Talk to her. Damn! There she was, running on the treadmill, her back facing the door in front of which Bucky was standing, and next to her, running on the other treadmill, was no other than fucking Brandon. They were talking and he was smiling, his head was turned to the side to look at y/n and Bucky could see the curve of his lips turned up in a smile. His stomach tied in knots at the sight.

Talk to her. Yeah sure. Whatever. He stood to the door, watching them silently for a moment, before turning around to walk out of the gym again. Maybe there was nothing to talk anymore.

When he turned around though, y/n noticed his figure just walking through the door from the mirror in front of her and quickly stepped off the treadmill, to run behind him. In less than a minute, she reached for him at the hall and called out his name.

He turned, surprised to see her there, but his eyes didn’t meet hers. They were fixed on some point between her chin and her neck, not daring to meet her gaze.

“Bucky..” She whispered and moved closer to him, her eyes searching for his desperately. Her hand moved to cup his cheek softly, and only then he dared lift his eyes to hers. “Can we please talk?” Her voice was barely audible, almost pleading and he could only nod. They walked together to their room and y/n closed the door behind her, wanting to have this conversation on private.

If Bucky wanted to break up with her, if he didn’t love her anymore, she’d rather be alone to hear that, she couldn’t bare to have the pitying glances of other people on her.

He sat at the end of the bed, visibly uncomfortable. It was almost as if she was forcing him to be there with her. “Can you tell me what is bothering you?” Her question was simple, she only wanted to know what was going on, yet, Bucky found himself struggling to find the words.

Talk to her. Talk to her. Talk to her. Steve’s voice kept ringing in his ears, and he decided to do just so.

“Sit.” He said shortly and she obeyed, sitting next to him, folding one of her legs under and turning slightly to the side to face him, waiting for his next words. Soon after, he began. “Listen y/n, I want you to know that I’m not mad at all, about anything.” His words were confusing her. What did he have to be mad for? What was going on? She didn’t dare to ask though, letting him take as much time as he needed to express his feelings to her.

“If you want to break up with me, you’re free to do so.” She only furrowed her brows in confusion. What the hell! Break up with him? Why?

“W-why? Why would I-? She started asking with a stammer, but Bucky interrupted her, wanting to finish first, then she could say whatever. She only nodded and let him continue.

"I know about you and Brandon.” He said and her eyes widened in shock at his words. Suddenly it all made sense. Every time she spent time with the agent Bucky would pout or get upset, or become possessive of her, kissing her senseless in front of everyone. Suddenly every dot was connected to each other, and a smirk began to grow slowly on her lips. Bucky was jealous. He didn’t pay any attention to her reaction while he was speaking though. “If you love him and you want to be with him, I won’t stand in your way. No matter how much it will kill me.”

At that Y/n snickered shortly and he finally picked his head up to look at her, surprised, almost offended that she had the audacity to make fun of him. “You think it is funny?”

She couldn’t resist anymore, erupting in a fit of giggles in front of him, slowly bringing her hands up to cup both of his cheeks and moving his face closer to hers. With eyes shining in amusement, she placed a quick peck on his lips, before speaking. “You big dummy.” She said and Bucky stared incredulously at her. “There is nothing going on between me and Brandon. I love you, only you.” Her words were spoken with an undoubted sincerity, but still he couldn’t believe her. He had heard her very clearly talking to Nat.

“But yesterday, with Nat, you said…” Her eyes widened in surprise. So this is what this is all about. She moved to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his hips and hands never leaving his face.

“You know eavesdropping is not good baby.” She nuzzled her nose to his softly and his eyes closed on instinct at her touch. “You heard me saying that we used to date, right?” He nodded slowly, eyes still closed. “That happened years ago Buck, back when I was still a rookie agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. We dated for almost two months and then he left and that was it.” She explained. She had never told him about it because he never asked her of past relationships, besides she never thought it was important enough to discuss. During the time she had dated Brandon, they had gone in a handful of dates and only slept once. It wasn’t even an established relationship. Anyway, now she felt as if Bucky deserved to know the truth, especially when she knew that he had become jealous of the other man.

Bucky peeled his eyes open slowly, glancing at her from behind his long eyelashes. “You don’t love him?”

“I don’t love him.” Her voice was unfaltering, reassuring him more. “I love you baby, only you.” She inched her face closer to his, their lips locking in a small kiss, before Bucky broke the contact and stared at her eyes again.

“But you’re with him all the time. What am I supposed to think when my girlfriend spends more time with another man than with me?” He pouted his lips and y/n couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable. She pressed her lips to his cheek this time, then to the other cheek, before speaking again. “I’m sorry. I know it looks bad, but he just wanted some help with Kathy. He wanted to get her attention but didn’t know how to start talking to her.”

“Kathy?”

“Yeah, that Kathy.” She said jokingly. From the very beginning, when said Kathy had her eyes on Bucky, y/n started calling her “That Kathy” and it had stuck as a kind of joke between them.

“I believe you.” He stated simply and snaked his metal hand behind her neck, to pull her face closer to him and kiss her. Y/n happily reciprocated, all to eager to feel his lips on her, kissing her with everything he had. They kept kissing and Bucky moved his other hand under her shirt, lazily exploring her skin with light touches. His hand inched upper and upper, until..

“Baby, I’m all sweaty.” She said and he grunted in displeasure, resting his forehead on her shoulder, his lips finding the skin of her neck and peppering feather-light kisses there.

“I don’t mind.”

Despite the fact that she desperately needed to shower, wanting to wash off the sweat from the gym, she had no intention in moving from his lap. She had missed him so much during the last 24 hours, the fact that he had been away not only physically but also emotionally had messed with her. She never wanted to live without him.

As Bucky held her close to his body, he kept thinking how much of an idiot he was for ever doubting the amazing woman he had in his arms, for doubting her feelings for him. She was his and he was hers, and that would be it for the rest of their lives.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t even fight for me.” Y/n spoke up a few moments later, distracting him from his thoughts, a playful glint visible in her eyes. “I thought you loved me.”

“Oh, I love you alright.” He grabbed her hips and laid her down on the bed, hovering above her, eyes glued to hers, and he lowered his head slowly connecting their lips in a kiss again. “But in all seriousness doll, I always want you to be happy.. Even if that’s not with me.” He took in a short breath. “I want you to be happy. If Brandon or anyone else does that for you, I’m not going to hold you back.” His eyes were glassy, unshed tears in them and y/n kept caressing his cheek with her fingertips.

“I love you too Bucky. And you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I want you to know that.

He nodded his head and kissed her, this time more fervently, his tongue pushing past her lips and stroking her own, hands roaming her body freely and it continued like that until Y/n pushed his shoulder slightly, breaking the kiss too.

"I really should shower.” She said and he got up from the bed, discontent but didn’t say anything as she walked towards the bathroom, quickly losing the clothes she was wearing on her way there. “You know you can always join me there.” She said behind her shoulder and Bucky couldn’t follow behind her quicker than he did even if he tried, discarding his own clothes just as quick.

Yeah, Bucky Barnes is a reasonable man, but love is not. Love is never reasonable.

[marvelship-oneshots]

A DAT AT THE LAKE (STUCKY)

Where Steve and Bucky face Bucky's insecurities and finally get to spend a day a the lake Suggested by @whydouwantaname

Bucky was insecure. Ever since he had lost his arm, the thought of showing people his body made him sick to his stomach. And it didn't matter that Tony had made him the best prosthetic arm in the whole world and they had gotten the best neurosurgeon to attach it, giving him the chance to actually feel. Bucky knew that it was not his arm and he was ashamed of showing it. Especially in public. He didn' go about in the summer because he would have to wear short sleeved t-shirt and he definitely didn't go to the beach, scared to scare the kids. He didn't even want Steve, his husband of many years, to see him. Bucky always waited for Steve to be asleep to take a shower and even when they were being intimate, he always made sure to always have a t-shirt on and to never use his metal arm.

Years of therapy and of Steve going to extreme lengths to reassure Bucky that he was just as handsome as before, even with the scars, led to Bucky finally, but slowly getting better. It started with Bucky finally agreeing to wear short sleeved t-shirts at first and then even tank tops, but just around the house. Sometimes, he agreed to it when there was only Steve there, and sometimes, when he was feeling a little bit better, also when Tony and Natasha were around. Then, he agreed to take off his shirt when they were making love, but just if the light was off, allowing Steve to caress his scars and himself to use the arm. Slowly, they turned on the light and started having showers together. They were baby steps, but they were progress. And Steve was damn proud of his husband.

"I have a proposition for you" Steve and Bucky were sunbathing on their balcony. It was one of the first times Bucky was topless outside, even if it was just their balcony. Bucky opened his eyes, covering them from the sun with his hand. "I'm not marrying you again, Rogers" Steve chuckled, gently hitting Bucky on the shoulder. "Seriously though. Tony has a cabin in the woods with a beautiful private lake and he's willing to lend it to us for the weekend. What do you say?" "A lake?" Steve nodded "As in, let's go swim without my shirt on" Bucky sat up. "No, I don't think I can do it" "Hey Buck, listen to me. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do, but I think it'll be good for you" "I know, and I appreciate it, but what if someone sees me?" Steve took Bucky's hands in his, kissing them both. "I can assure you, no one will see you. It's private property and no one trasparesses in aStark property" A small smile appeared on Bucky's lips. "Tony won't be there either, it's gonna be just us. I've seen you without your shirt. I think it's best if we try there in a safe environment, isn't it? And if you don't want to,no biggie, you can always swim with your shirt on. So, what do you say?"

They left in the morning, right after they stopped by Tony's to take the keys of the cabin. The cabin was beautiful. It was extremely big for a cabin, but then again it was Tony's. The lake was enormous, with a very nice shore, shaded by beautiful tall trees. The weather was nice, it was warm for being April. It was sunny and a nice wind blew. It was the perfect weather for a day at the lake. Steve and Bucky unloaded the car and got ready for the lake, changing into their swimsuit. Bucky walked out with his t-shirt on and laid on the shore his towel. Steve was already in the water, holding out his hand for Bucky. Bucky walked towards Steve, taking his hand. Hand in hand, they walked towards the center of the lake, until the water reached their hips. Steve put his hands on Bucky's hips and Bucky put his arms around his neck. "What do you say if we take the shirt off huh?" proposed Steve. Bucky hid his head on Steve's shoulder, mumbling something under his breath. "Buck, there is just me here. And I- Steve put his hands on the border of the t-shirt- think that you're beautiful just as you are. Can I?" Bucky hesitantly nodded and Steve pulled off his t-shirt, kissing the joint between Bucky's shoulder and his metal arm. He knew it always made him feel better. It was good. The afternoon, and the weekend, went smoothly. Bucky had been tense at first but then he let himself go. He was starting to realise that, with Steve, he was safe. He knew that Steve loved him but some stupid entity a the back of his mind, put into his head stupid thoughts.

Going to the cabin became a weekly tradition for Steve and Bucky. They would spend the weekend there, bathing in the lake. As the time passed, Bucky was feeling more and more better about showing his body, even if it was just to Steve. At first Steve was the one to take Bucky's shirt off, in the water or on the shore, but then, much to Steve's surprise, he started doing it by himself. Baby steps, but it was something.

It was the middle of the summer when, one day, Tony decided to organise a day at the cabin for their whole group of friends. He asked Steve and Bucky as well, although he knew about Bucky's insecurities. "I think we should go" Bucky spoke up once Steve joined him on their bed. "What?" "I think we should to to the cabin with Tony, Tasha and the others" Steve smiled, "Really?" "Yeah, I think, I think it's time, y'know. It's them, they know, right?" Steve chuckled and kissed Bucky on the lips. "Ok then, we'll go to the cabin"

Tony had organised everything to make everything perfect for his friends. It was hot, really hot, and the sun was shining. It was a perfect summer day. Everyone was in their swimsuits, everyone except for Bucky. But they didn't care.It was big enough for him to be there, it had been years since the last time they had a lake day with Steve and Bucky. Once everyone was ready to go into the water, Steve waited for Bucky, ready to stay out with him. "You go, I need to go to the toilet" Steve kissed him on the cheek and reached the others in the lake. Bucky stood in front of the mirror, looking at the self, trying to find the courage to go out there. Bucky puffed. "It's now or never" he said to himself before walkin back out. Steve was in the water, looking at the doorway, waiting for Bucky to come out. Bucky stood on the shore, looked at Steve and finally pulled off his t-shirt, walking to Steve. Steve had a big smile on his lips and, once Bucky had reached him, he took his hand and walked to the others, who were playing ball. They noticed that Bucky was not wearing his usual black t-shirt, but didn't pay much attention to it. Deep down, they were just as proud of him as Steve was.

Tony was over to the grill, flipping burgers for their dinner. The sun was setting and the temperature was getting cooler. Everybody was putting on clothes. But not Bucky. Maybe it was because it was dark, or maybe it was because he actually felt good in his skin. He didn't know but he didn't care. It felt good, they had a good day, and it was all thanks to Steve. Steve was sitting on one of the steps of the porch, looking at Bucky talking to their friends. Bucky walked over to him, handing him a bottle of beer and sitting in between Steve's legs. They were looking at the bonfire burning. Steve took a sip from his beer, putting it down on the steps and put a hand in Bucky's hair, caressing his chest with the other. He put his mouth near Bucky's ear. "I'm proud of you, you know that right?" Bucky nodded and kissed Steve's hand. They sat in silence for a while longer before Bucky got up, took Steve by the hand and walked to the bonfire. Steve handed Bucky his sweatshirt and hugged his husband from behind. Bucky turned, facing him. He cupped his face with the metal arm, for the first time, and brought their foreheads together. "Thank you Steve" Steve caressed his lips with his thumb and brought their lips together. "I love you"

[chronicallyskully]

So I'm fuming.

I had been switched by my insurance company from Remicade to Avsola (Avsola was cheaper and I had no problem trying it out unless it made me feel bad, only then did the insurance company say it's ok to change back, fine, ok.)

So I got my first Avsola infusion 4 months ago (I think that's around April if I counted right) and it did ok during the infusion, but I went 2 extra weeks without an infusion when I'm supposed to get one every 4 weeks, so I felt crappy for a little while.

About two weeks after my first Avsola infusion, my mom and I took my 4 year old niece out to a petting zoo for some quality time. We were outside around 30-40 minutes. And during our walk through I started itching on my face and arms. Mom and I figured it was because the animals licked me and maybe I was having a reaction to it. I mean I got red, rashy places, it itched for hours and got worse the more I was in the sun. I scratched one place above my eye open. I took some benadryl, stayed out of the sun, got a shower and went to bed early. It took about a week for all the redness to fully go away.

After my second one I went outside and waited about 10 minutes in the sun while my mom took pictures of a church since she was making the directory for it.

I got in the car after only 10 minutes in the sun and that big rashy red splotchy itchy mess came back, again for hours. Benadryl, shade and bed early again. Another week to calm it down.

So mom and I decided I should stay in the house or shade as much as possible, order strong sunscreen and wear pants and my Jean jacket when I went outside. I did that and it seemed to take care of it, I could tell when the sunscreen was wearing off because I would start getting red and itchy.

I went to see the dermatologist about it and showed pictures and explained how it happened and that all of this started after starting the Avsola infusions (all my other medications were older had been taking them over a year, this was the only new medication and all this happened before I started trying cbd oil). He immediately tested me for Lupus and Drug-Induced Lupus (I also have joint pain, headaches and extreme fatigue that he had factored into his possible diagnosis).

A week later the test results came back negative for Lupus, but positive for drug-induced Lupus. So my dermatologist sent the notes from the visit AND the notes from the testing that showed I had drug-induced Lupus and that he believes the Avsola is responsible and thinks it should be changed back right away.

I get a message from my GI (the one who prescribed the Remicade) and said that the PA (she works under my original GI and helps handle my visits and medications) doesn't want believe that the Avsola is responsible for my dermatology issues.

THE AVSOLA WEBSITE SAYS STOP TREATMENT OF AVSOLA IF SYMPTOMS OF A LUPUS-LIKE SYNDROME DEVELOP.

I am absolutely mind blown that I have to fight my doctors to get them to understand it's making me feel sicker.

I don't know if I should laugh or cry...

(I know some people leave comments in my posts and I want to communicate so bad, but this blog has had some connectivity problems with post chatting and I absolutely don't know how to fix it. I'm more than happy to try the private chat stuff if you have any suggestions or helpful tips to get through this. I'm so exhausted, I'm just so tired of having to fight for myself y'know?)

I can post pictures if people are curious what the rash looks like

[eryiss]

Chapter Twelve - The Epilogue

Summary: Freed and Laxus live incredibly different lives. Freed is a corporate lawyer in the capital city, and Laxus works as a handyman in a countryside hotel. Despite their differences, their lives collide when Freed inherits a house in Laxus’ village, and hires him to make the derelict building liveable. But the closer they get, the more they seem to offer each other. [Fraxus Multi-Chapter]

This was written as my admission for Fraxus Day 2020, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus​. This is the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy it. I tried with a bit more character drama in this fic, and I hope it went well.

You can read this under the cut, on Fanfiction, or on Archive of Our Own. You can find the chapter masterpost here.

Chapter Twelve – The Epilogue

Wednesday 14th April 2021

Waking up with Laxus' arms wrapped around him was something that Freed was unwilling to give up. Because it came with a feeling of safeness, a comfort that Freed could hardly put into words. It was as if Laxus was enveloping all of his senses; the touch of skin against skin, the scent of Laxus' cologne against his neck. It was an incredibly addictive feeling, but Freed was all too willing to indulge in this particular weakness.

The sound of the other man groaning awake was drowned out by the blaring of their shared alarm clock. Freed watched with partial amusement as Laxus' sleeping face crumpled up into a frown and his eyes blinked open, grogginess and annoyance in his expression.

"Y'know," Laxus croaked, half asleep still. "I don't wanna sound like a kid or anything, but waking up every morning this early is kinda shit."

"I used to picture you as a morning person," Freed teased, though a yawn affected his tone. He shifted slightly to look up at his tried boyfriend and smiled. "How naïve I must have been."

Laxus laughed gently, wrapping his arms around Freed tighter and burying his face in his long hair. Freed sighed in content, unintentionally nuzzling his nose into the crook of Laxus' neck. He blinked a few times, knowing from experience that it would be very easy for him to fall asleep again. And, as much as he really wanted to do that, he couldn't.

A lot had changed over the last three months, for Laxus as well as Freed. The blonde had decided that, although he enjoyed being the town's unofficial handyman, he wanted something more structured. Using his work on Albion House as a sort of resume, as well as a strong reference, Laxus had managed to get a job working in construction management. It was a large and important step for Laxus, and despite the early mornings, he was loving his new work.

Freed's changes had bene more emotional, and insular. His therapy had been working very well, as brutal as it could be at times. He was being told the ways in which he could improve himself, and many of them were working. He felt better about himself, his confidence seemed less forced, and his relationships – platonic and romantic – felt more intimate.

He was still unemployed, though that was his choice. He was frugal and had enough savings to keep him comfortable for half of a year, meaning he had time to search for a job that truly suited his needs and wants.

A job that he would hopefully find in Magnolia, something he'd discussed with Laxus a month after their apology.

Their conversation had been a good one. Freed had partly assumed that it would only focus on their relationship, but it had thankfully been more than that. They'd spoken about Freed's living arrangements – as he could only live with Bickslow for so long – and what he was looking for in terms of work. They'd spoken about Laxus new job and what that meant for them. And they spoke about if it was the right time for them to start dating.

It wasn't, they decided. Laxus job had begun that week, and it was his priority. And as much as Freed's therapy was helping, he was still new to it. But they both wanted more, and Freed proposed the idea of him moving to Magnolia and looking for employ somewhere in and around the town. Laxus had jumped on the chance, and Freed had moved into Albion House within the week.

Having the opportunity to see Laxus as often as he did was great. And despite their initial plan to wait another month to see if they were ready, they found themselves dating within two weeks of Freed living there.

"Eyes open, Dreyar," Freed smirked a little as he saw Laxus' eyes drooping. "You have to leave in an hour."

"Don't care," Laxus grumbled as he hugged Freed tighter. The lawyer put in no effort to fight this movement, nuzzling Laxus' chest. "Don't know why you're so excited about waking up, thought you were dreading today."

"That doesn't change the fact I have to do it," Freed whispered with a laugh, pinching Laxus' forearm and smirking when his eyes shot open in a tired glare. "Though it's true what they say, bad things do come in threes."

Coincidentally, three things that Freed wasn't at all looking forward to had fallen on the same day. After traveling to Era each week for his therapy, Freed had decided to meet Magnolia's only therapist Porlyusica; with Laxus assuring him he didn't mind Freed seeing the same person he had. Along with his first meeting with her, he also had to attend a job interview for Magnolia's most reputable law firm; it was the second job interview he'd ever been to, and he was dreading it. The third thing he had to do was have an evening with Laxus and Makarov, which was not nearly as bad as the other two, but Freed had discovered a fondness for being dramatic.

"You really think Gramps is that bad?" Laxus asked with a laugh. "I could tell him that, imagine how hurt he'd be."

"I'm sure he'd forgive me," Freed chuckled, though there was a hint of bitterness in his words. "Even if his way of doing that is making joked at my expense."

"If you don't wanna be the punchline of his jokes then you shouldn't have told him to fuck off," Laxus grinned, pressing his lips against Freed's crown in a soft kiss.

"I didn't tell him to fuck off, I told him to mind his own fucking business," Freed laughed as he shifted so his face rested on Laxus' chest. "Which, in retrospect, might not have been the best thing to do to the grandfather of the man I wished to date."

"Maybe not your smartest choice," Laxus grinned. "You know he's forgiven you though, right? Like, before you even moved here we talked, and he said he had to respect you for sticking up for me, even if he was pissed off at the time. That's basically as close to him saying that you were right you're gonna get. He's just pissing you off because he thinks it's fun."

"If you insist," Freed smiled slightly. He believed that Makarov made jokes at his expense as a form of test for Freed, making sure that he didn't prioritise his dignity over Laxus. That was a mistake he'd made once before, and didn't plan on doing again, so he could live with the tests. "What time is it?"

"Three in the morning," Laxus lied smoothly. "Let's sleep again."

To counter Laxus' insistence of them sleeping again, Freed removed himself from the blonde's grasp and left the bed; Laxus groaned at the lack of a warm body against his. With tired, slow movements, he moved to the curtains and opened them, giving him the idyllic view of the countryside. He opened the window and allowed the soft breeze to hit him, still enjoying the quietness of Magnolia even after living there for two months. Warm arms wrapped around him from behind tightly, pulling him against a strong body. A tired yawn hit his ears, and a laugh slipped through him.

"You will have to get used to waking up early at some point," Freed smiled, turning in Laxus' arms to face him. "I would have thought you'd be used to it by now."

"Thought I was, but normally you're sleeping," Laxus shrugged, a soft expression on his tired features. "It's kinda hard to get out of bed when your boyfriend is right there, looking all cute and shit. Not to mention naked," He grinned a little, and Freed chuckled. "In the past, all the good stuff happens in bed when you're naked. And when you're looking like that, anything could happen."

"Anything?" Freed chuckled. "You certainly are an optimist, aren't you?"

"Nah, I just know what you're like," Laxus grinned. "Yer just as bad as me, and you know it."

They moved in sync, pushing their heads forward and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. It was slow, tired, and slightly sloppy, but Freed relished every moment. Burning adrenaline and passion was great, but there was something magnificent about having moments where, despite their tiredness, they could enjoy each other's company and their touch.

But the moment could only last so long, as Freed's phone blared to life in another alarm, this one he had set for himself so he wouldn't risk sleeping through Laxus'. The blonde groaned and pulled away, glaring at the device while Freed chuckled. He picked his phone up and turned the alarm off, smiling at Laxus.

"We have to start getting ready at some point," He chuckled. "As much as I'd like not to."

"Guess so," Laxus shrugged, sitting down on the bed, and groaning as he cracked his back. He glanced towards Freed a moment later and grinned. "You wanna shower first? It'll take hours to tame the rat's nest, won't it?"

"I was going to propose we shower together, actually," Freed grinned. "But after that comment, I think I can do it alone."

"Well, I mean you don't wanna be hasty," Laxus chuckled a little. "I might be able to help out."

"No, there's no need for that. After all, given how long it takes for me to 'tame my rats nest' I wouldn't want to force you in there for hours. You might get bored," Freed smirked a little, keeping Laxus' gaze. "After all, what is there to do in a shower with your very wet and very naked boyfriend to keep you distracted. No, I wouldn't force such boredom on you. I can lather myself up on my own."

"Asshole," Laxus grinned with a chuckle.

Freed went to walk to the en suite attached to his bedroom, but as he walked past Laxus his hand was grabbed, and he was pulled into the man's lap. On reflex he pressed his lips against Laxus', kissing him softly as Laxus pulled him closer.

They kissed for a short while, still tainted with their sleepiness. Once they pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together. Both men wore tired and somewhat lovestruck expressions, the incredible feeling of a soft and lazy morning kiss being new for them. Freed had wrapped his hand into Laxus' hair as they kissed and was now gently stroking it absentmindedly.

"Make sure that don't get too in your head about today," Laxus spoke softly, sincerity now in his tone. "I know you're nervous about the interview, but you'll be fine. And I know you already convinced yourself it's not gonna go well because you've not worked in criminal law before or some crap like that, but you're more than qualified to be there and you know it. You probably got a better degree that the guy who's interviewing you. So don't get all self-sabotaging, just show them how much they need you, okay?"

"I know," Freed nodded, smiling a little while leaning against Laxus. "Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for," Laxus shrugged. "You said the same thing when I went to my interview," He leant up and pressed his lips against Freed's again for a soft kiss. "And don't worry about Porlyusica. She's intense, and she can be kind of an asshole when she wants to be, but she's gonna help ya a lot."

"I know," He repeated, nuzzling Laxus slightly again but pulling away as the snooze alarm went off. "I also know that you're an annoyingly effective distraction when we need to get ready."

Laxus barked out a laugh, pulling Freed close again and kissing him, wrapping his fingers into his hair, and pulling at it. Freed grinned as he kissed back, cupping Laxus' chin and dragging him as close as he could. They remained kissing for a short while, before pulling apart with slight breathlessness. Laxus grinned a little at Freed's expression, despite being just as flushed as Freed was. He cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"You wanna reconsider you banning me from your shower?" He teased. "Because something tells me that you might."

"Animal," Freed said in response, grinning. "You utter animal."

And before Laxus could ask for clarification, not that he needed it, Freed grabbed him by the chin and pulled him into a hot, passionate kiss, and it was more than enough of an answer for him.

~~~

Sunday 8th May 2022

"Now, although we're here to celebrate my grandson, I think we should spare some congratulations for his boyfriend," Makarov spoke into the microphone. "Because with this job, Laxus will be doing less physical work, meaning he'll have a lot more energy to spend on his dear boyfriend. And after a year of putting on muscle on a building sight, I expect Freed has a lot of ideas for what that spare energy can be used for. Something I'm sure they're both incredibly excited about."

Laxus cringed, blushing as a cheer rushed through the crowd. He glanced towards Freed, to see him laughing and raising his champagne as if in a toast. Because Freed Justine was a traitor.

But Laxus couldn't help but smile at the reaction.

It was sort of a testament to Freed's growth, in a way. The fact that, in front of almost all of their friends and family, Freed was able to laugh at and indulge himself in a joke at his own expense; well, his and Laxus' expense. There was genuine enjoyment in his features as well, with honest laughter rather than forced politeness. When they had first met, he would have gotten either defensively angry or attempted to appear amused while a level of contempt grew in him. But now, his ego allowed him to take jokes. It was good, and Laxus enjoyed seeing it.

The reason for the gathering was Laxus had, after months of looking, gotten a new job. Again. Working at his construction company had been good and satisfying work, but it had awoken desire to move up the ladder. He was shockingly driven when he was enthusiastic about something.

And eventually he'd found a good job, and he was excited about it.

Having a degree in engineering, as well as work experience with Albion House and his time in construction, was instrumental in his promotion. He now was going to have a job as co-project manager in a new housing development three towns over. He was to direct the workmen on the site, while also being trained in the architectural aspects of the process with the intention being he earn a qualification in architecture by the time the estate was finished. It was perfect for him, and more than a step up form where he'd been working before.

It felt cliché to even think it, but as Laxus looked around to see the man he loved laughing with the people who had always been there for him, it felt as though the parts of his life were falling into place. It was a great feeling, to be able to sleep at night while thinking that his life was complete. Even if he had gotten there later than most might have, he was going to make the most of it.

"That's enough from me," Makarov said in conclusion. "This is all just to say, I'm very proud of the man you've become Laxus."

Makarov raised his glass of champagne, and the gathered crowd filling Fairy Tail's back garden mimicked the actions. They let out a cheer of a toast, all looking towards Laxus, who grinned sheepishly and tried to will away the blush on his face at the attention aimed at him. His eyes fell on Freed for anchorage, who was seemingly expecting this and greeted him with a soft, genuine smile that calmed the blonde.

Then he winked and the blush returned threefold, but Laxus could be annoyed about that later.

And thus, the party truly began. Drinks were pored, individual congratulations were made, and people enjoyed their time together. Throughout the night, people close to Laxus who had come to celebrate his new job congratulated him, all the while thanking Laxus for the work he had done for them over the years. It was almost emotional for him, to have people whose pathways he'd re-laid years prior, or people who paid him to remove the leaves from their guttering, treating him as if he were family. He supposed that it was one of the benefits of living in a relatively small village. He thanked them all politely and laughingly assured them that, if he had the time, he would still be happy to work on their houses should they need it.

As evening turned to night, the gathered guests slowly began to leave and return to their homes. Makarov claimed that the night was catching up on him once most of the guests had left, and retired to bed, leaving a small group of Laxus' friends sitting in Fairy Tail's beer garden.

Laxus sat on one of the picnic benches, leaning tiredly against Freed's shoulders as the alcohol in his system put him into a tired sense of lethargy; his sober boyfriend looking at him with amusement in his eyes as he stroked through the blonde hair. On the other side of the picnic table were Cana and Mirajane – now an official couple, though unwilling to admit when that had become true – who were in an equally tired state. Lisanna sat on the grass nearby, playing with one of the dogs at the adoption centre she now worked at. The only person missing was Elfman, who was obviously on his weekly Skype call with Evergreen despite both of their claims otherwise. Nobody called the two of them on their lies, because as fun as it would be, they seemed happy with their odd relationship.

"So, giving up your heritage and becoming an exec, huh?" Cana grinned, fiddling with an empty pint glass. "You're a traitor to your people."

"Yeah, most execs spend their days inches deep in dirt on a building site. I mean in a couple months I'll be like Freed used to be when we first met him," Laxus chuckled, and noticed the stroking of his hair slowing slightly. He smirked before continuing. "Nah, don't think I could get that far up my own ass."

"Hey," Freed attempted to sound offended, but was grinning when he tilted Laxus' head towards him. "I distinctly remember you being quite interested in me when we first met."

"Yeah, I guess," Laxus grinned back, and the stroking of his hair continued. "But I like you more now."

"Do you now?" Freed grinned. "Please, go into detail about why."

"Fuck me," Cana groaned "You two are revolting."

"You can fucking talk," Laxus snorted, looking towards Cana as she leant against her girlfriend. "I'll give you half the money in my fucking wallet right now if you ain't playing footsie under the table with each other."

"They are," Lisanna said as she threw a chew toy across and watching the dalmatian amble after it. "Have been since they sat down."

"Wow, I came here to support my friend and enjoy his company. And yet now I'm being attacked by everyone," Cana shook her head in an exaggerated gesture of being offended. "First from the never-ending gay honeymoon who never shut up about how in love they are," She gestured to Freed and Laxus, both of them chuckling at the title they'd been given. "And now from the woman who might one day be my sister in law. And all because I wanted to congratulate my very dear friend about his new job."

"And the free booze," Laxus smirked, and Cana cackled loudly, not bothering to pretend to be insulted.

"Fair," She cackled, looking over towards her girlfriend. "But I've gotten drunk enough, and it's pretty late. Ready to go home?"

"Yeah," Mirajane smiled, shifting to remove herself from the picnic bench they were all sat around. She walked to the other side, pressing her lips to both Laxus' and Freed's cheeks in a form of goodbye. "See you both soon. And good luck with your first day, I'm sure you'll be great."

"Thanks Mira," Laxus smiled.

"And if you fuck it up, you can always fuck your boss again. Worked well last time," Cana laughed, and Laxus glared while Freed chuckled to himself.

"Don't encourage her," Laxus grumbled over into shoulder.

"Well, you can't deny it. The last time you fucked your boss it worked quite well in the end," Freed chuckled, laughing happily when Laxus punched him in the arm. He pressed his lips onto the top of Laxus' head, then whispering softly. "Though if you do consider it, be aware I have a rather possessive side and will fight for you."

"That's hot," Laxus whispered back, leaning up and pressing his lips against Freed's and pulling him closer.

"This is a public space," Cana groaned, and Laxus pulled away to glare at her. Mirajane and Lisanna – dog now on a leash – standing either side of her, meaning it would only be the two men left from the party soon. "Nobody wants to see you tongue fucking each other."

"Then why are you watching?" Freed grinned.

"I preferred it when you were trying to get us to like you again," Cana smirked, and Freed laughed again. "Later blondie. Later fuckboy."

At their respective nicknames that they couldn't get rid of – no matter how hard Freed had tried – Freed and Laxus wished their friends a goodnight. They were soon left alone in Fairy Tail's beer garden, resting against one another as they enjoyed the silence of a village during the night. Laxus shifted slightly so he could look up at Freed, fondness painting his expressions.

"Thanks for the past few months," He said softly.

"What do you mean?" Freed tiled his head slightly, and a strand of hair fell and hit Laxus on the cheek. The blonde absently began playing with it.

"For being there, helping me find a job," Laxus explained, running the strands of green hair through his fingers. "For being okay with me quitting my job and being unemployed for a quarter of a year while I was looking."

"You did the same for me," Freed responded, smiling at his boyfriend's actions.

"Yeah, but you had savings and crap, and you had an idea of what you actually wanted to do. And we weren't dating when you quit your job," Laxus shrugged. "I never needed to support you or to talk about how the right job was around the corner or any of the crap that I made you do for me. So thanks for being okay with it all, and for not getting pissed off at me."

"You know it's not a problem," Freed whispered. "Though, I suppose I do have one regret about what happened over the last few months."

"Really?" Laxus asked, a flush of worry overtaking him.

"Nothing bad, mind you, so you can drop the expression," Freed chuckled, taking Laxus' hand in his own and stroking it absently. "It's just, some of the times when you needed a bit of enthusiasm, or just someone to talk to, it was over the phone. In retrospect it would have been considerably easier to do that in person. And, well, the best way for us to make sure that happens in the future would be to have you be around more often. And perhaps the best way to accomplish this would be to-"

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" Laxus cut in, sitting up. Cautious excitement filled him.

"Well, there's more than enough space-" Freed shook his head. "Sorry, I need to stop giving excuses in place of emotions. Old habits die hard I suppose. But yes, I want to have you live with me. Because I am in love with you, and I think living together would be incredible."

"You're serious?" Laxus asked again, grinning now. "You wanna have me live with ya? Permanently?"

"If you're ready for that," Freed clarified. "But yes, I'd like that."

In place of an answer, Laxus almost launched himself into Freed by kissing him hard. The force of the action made them both stumbles, taking them off the bench and onto the grass below. Freed laughed loudly as Laxus landed atop him, the sound slightly winded because of the weight on his chest. Laxus chuckled, pushing himself off of Freed while grinning.

"Just to clarify, was that a yes, or was that you trying to kill me to avoid an uncomfortable conversation?" Freed asked, rasping slightly, grinning.

"Shut the fuck up," Laxus said, though he was beaming, laughing boisterously as he pulled Freed up from the ground, so they were both standing. Freed had a similarly excited expression on his face, and the honest emotions of it made Laxus' heart nearly flutter. "And it's a yes, fucker. Of course it's a fucking yes."

~~~

Saturday 5th October 2024

Freed hadn't expected it, but he'd turned somewhat sentimental about his relationship.

A testament to this was how much he looked forward to Saturday mornings. He and Laxus had gotten into the habit of cooking breakfast together and eating it at their kitchen table, and despite how small and unimportant it might have seen to an outsider, Freed thought that it might be his favourite time of the week. It was certainly the thing he looked forward to most, and that his mind strayed to when he found himself bored at work.

Given both men now held managerial positions in their respective companies, they worked long hours. Freed had been the one to propose that, rather than working late, they enter work early each morning to have the evenings to enjoy each other's company. This meant that, although they woke up at the same time, their mornings were rushed, and they didn't have time to enjoy one another's presence before starting their days. It was the best way to stop their work life from affecting their relationship, but Freed did find himself craving the lazy mornings they used to share, hence why he liked Saturday so much.

They woke up together, laid in each other's arms for as long as they wanted, before stumbling down the stairs and cooking a large breakfast. Having pancakes and bacon while drinking coffee, looking at his boyfriend as he yawned, hair a mess and bags under his eyes, was heaven for Freed.

And today, he was in a particularly good mood.

Evergreen and Bickslow had come to stay at Albion House for the weekend, as they did a few times a year. He had kept his friendship with the two of them strong, with daytrips to the city being a regular thing, as well as video calls and near constant messaging. But having them in his home for the weekend was something he would always look forward to.

The two guests were still asleep, given that eight AM on a weekend was not considered sleeping in for most people on a weekend. But Laxus and Freed had woken early, and were now dancing around one another as they cooked, something they had grown to be proficient at.

To say that they had hit their stride as a couple was an understatement.

Freed carefully placed four rashers of bacon onto a frying pan above a gas burner, the smell of cooking meat filling his senses. As he gently prodded it with a spatula, large arms wrapped around him and a kiss was pressed into the back of his neck. He turned with a smile, looking to see Laxus wearing his nightwear and a large, fluffy, purple dressing down. Freed smiled a little at that, leaning against the man's back as he watched the food cook.

"Good morning," Freed smiled, turning a rasher over and relishing in the fizzing of the oil. "Is the hug solely for me, or to get closer to the food so you get it first?"

"It's for you," Laxus said with offence in his tone, though then laughed. "But if I can eat before Bickslow forces it down like a mad dog, I won't mind."

"I've made more than enough for all of us," Freed assured him. "Have you started on the pancake batter yet?"

"It can wait," Laxus mumbled, peppering kisses on the back of Freed's neck while smiling softly. Freed wore a similar expression. "I wanna make the most of you before they wake up. Don't wanna hear them bitching about how close we are and how much we're kissing. So I'm gonna get as many in before they show up."

"I suppose I can't complain about that," Freed grinned, placing the spatula resting against the frying pan. "Though their complaints haven't stopped you before."

"Doesn't mean I want to have an audience," Laxus grumbled, smiling as Freed turned around in his arms. He leant down so that their noses were resting against one another softly, smiling. "Because sometimes I want you all to myself."

"And forty-nine weeks of the year isn't enough for you?" Freed taunted.

"Fuck no," Laxus grinned, leaning down and pressing his lips against Freed's.

They shared a soft but passionate kiss for a short while, leaning against one another. Freed pushed Laxus' against the kitchen island they'd had installed, smirking a little when Laxus' hand began to play with his hair. When they pulled apart, both slightly breathless, they grinned at each other. There quiet mornings shared together really were incredible, and Freed certainly understood why Laxus didn't want to share it with their friends.

Unfortunately, their time alone could only last for so long, given their friends habit of acting like forces of nature when they wanted to. To prove this, they walked into the kitchen with the door banging loudly against the counter. The two men pulled away from each other, smiling resignedly.

"Get a room," Bickslow groaned.

"We had one," Laxus laughed. "You two just walked into it."

"In fact we had an entire house," Freed continued, pulling himself from Laxus' grasp to walk to the oven again. "You walked into that too."

"It smells divine," Evergreen praised as she sat at the kitchen table, glancing at herself in her compact mirror. She was the only person who had showered and dressed herself, something she did every time she stayed there. "Hopefully enough to distract me from sleeping on that awful sofa."

"I made it perfectly clear that I was happy to drive you to Elfman's house where I'm sure a bed would be waiting for you," Freed said plainly, removing the cooked bacon from the frying pan. "You argued against it; therefore the sofa was all that was left. And why you continue to be so peculiar around the poor man is something you've yet to explain to me. You've been dating for over a year now, it's hardly a scandal to want to spend time with him."

"Bickslow got the spare room," Evergreen huffed, ignoring Freed's comment. The lawyer sighed a little, wondering if he would ever get an insight to her relationship.

"He's not dating someone who lives here," Laxus laughed. "And doesn't have someone who'd take him to bed."

"Not that you know," Bickslow grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked over the mounting food that Laxus and Freed had made. Before any of them could wonder if there was any truth in the statement, Bickslow kept going. "We're having Laxus' pancakes right; basically the only reason I come here?"

"We are, and I'm sure he'll be happy to make them once the bacon is done," Freed assured him then thought for a moment. "Although I'm not sure how many eggs we have, so we might not have that many."

"I can go check if she's laid any," Laxus shrugged, and Freed chose not to comment on the smile tugging at Laxus' lips.

"Thank you," Freed smiled, pressing his lips against Laxus' cheek as the blonde walked past him, pulled on his slippers and walked to the chicken coop in the garden, where their three chickens now lived. He shook his head at the enthusiasm that Laxus showed for their animals, given that Freed had initially been the one trying to convince him of them.

When he turned his head to his friends, Freed mentally prepared himself. Because what happened next was inevitable.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Bickslow exclaimed, only whispering because he didn't want to alert Laxus to his annoyance.

"You can't just drop something like that on us!" Evergreen hissed, equally annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Freed smirked slightly as he began plating up food.

"We mean that bullshit you pulled last night," Bickslow snapped, crossing his arms. "We mean it's unfair that, after a perfectly innocent question about if you wanted to go out for dinner this evening, you decided that you couldn't because, and I quote, 'my funds are a little low this month because of the engagement ring.' And after you just casually mentioned that you decided to go to bed before we could ask any more questions."

"What other questions is there?" Freed asked, grinning slightly.

"What does it look like?" Evergreen said with exasperation in her voice. "When are you going to ask? How are you going to ask? Have you already asked and is this some nonsense where you don't tell us like those two women you're friends with?"

"Right," Freed nodded, glancing at the garden to see Laxus petting one of the chickens rather than looking for eggs. He had time. "I haven't asked him yet, hence why I didn't mention it with him in the room. I don't know how nor when I will ask him, all I know is that I will. I have faith that the moment will present itself and I'll be eloquent enough when it comes to it. And as for what it looks like, this is it."

Freed pulled out his phone, scrolled through his pictures, and opened the picture of the ring that he had brought. It was a simple obsidian band, made of simple geometric shapes. It was relatively minimalist, and Freed thought it was perfect for Laxus. He showed his friends it.

"Holy shit," Bickslow grinned. "Our boys all grown up."

"It looks great," Evergreen smiled, taking the phone, and zooming in on the picture. "It definitely suits him as well," She handed the phone back, and her smile was almost disconcerting. "You must have some idea about how you're going to do it?"

"Well, we've developed the tradition of hiking up the mountain every Christmas eve," Freed mused aloud. "I suppose if I can hold off from doing it until then, it would be quite romantic."

Stupidly, both of his friends let out a slight squeal at that.

"You're both ridiculous," Freed tutted slightly, though was grinning now. "I assume I can count on you both to keep this to yourself, right?"

They both agreed to this, and Freed turned back to the cooking he was doing. His eyes strayed over their back garden again, and he smiled softly as he watched Laxus attempting to access whatever eggs may or may not have been laid by their chickens. The chickens themselves were flocking to Laxus and either rubbing against him or pecking at him for attention; for whatever reason they had affinity for the man and loved his presence. He was laughing to himself, and it made Freed grin.

He soon watched as his boyfriend managed to leave the coop and the onslaught of attention from their chickens, and walked down their garden holding a small basket. It wasn't lost on Freed how cliché that they had become – keeping livestock while living in the country – but he found himself too happy to care.

"Only laid two," Laxus said as he walked inside. "It's enough, but we have to go to the store later."

"It doesn't shock me," Freed said, a slight tease in his tone. "You shower them with so much attention no matter what that they've got no incentive to lay any."

Laxus chuckled, and Freed passed him a mug of steaming coffee to warm him up. As Laxus cupped the hot drink, Freed realised that it would be very difficult indeed for him to keep the ring to himself before Christmas.

Because the man before him – dressed in an overly fluffy dressing gown, having just been accosted by adoring chickens, with red cheeks and mumbling through his pancake recipe without realising he was speaking out loud – was perfection. And to not shower the man with as much love and devotion as humanly possible would be incredibly difficult indeed.

~~~

Sunday 13th December, 2026

"I now pronounce you husband and husband," Mirajane declared. "You may seal your marriage with a kiss."

Laxus and Freed moved with practiced synchronicity. They both took a single step forward, placing their hands on the back of the other man's neck, and brought their lips together. The kiss was soft, chaste but filled with emotion and passion and devotion for one another. It was their first kiss as a married couple, and it was utter perfection.

As they pulled apart, the small congregation that sat in the cathedral applauded, with a few cheers echoing around the large room. Both men smiled without dignity nor care for their surroundings, unable to look away from each other's eyes. The room was filled, but it felt as if they were alone.

Similar to their practice-ceremony, they walked down the cathedral isle with their hands intertwined. Laxus was grabbing onto his husband's hand as if he was a lifeline, and the feeling of an equally strong grasp on his own hand was perfect. The blonde could think of nothing but the fact that finally, after six years, he was married to the man of his dreams. That for the rest of their lives, they were bound together through marriage. It was perfect.

Everything was perfect.

It had been a small ceremony, with not many people there. Freed had no living family and Laxus had very little, so other than Makarov it was essentially their closest friends. This suited them both, as neither particularly wanted a large public spectacle.

As they left the cathedral, they say that it had begun to snow gently. The hired cars stood parked a little while away, and their photographer – Reedus – was waiting for them. No bells rung, as was their instructions, and slowly people began to file out of the building so that the pictures could be taken. This all seemed to happen around the two men, with them both too enveloped in their own world of each other.

When the photography started, they followed Redus' instructions. Multiple pictures had been taken, all of which had Laxus and Freed in the middle while different selections of their friends gathered around them. On any other day Laxus might have found it all tedious and unnecessary, but he was too high on the elation to care.

Once Reedus had claimed that the rest of the photographs would include the grooms individually rather than together, Freed leant to Laxus and whispered.

"May I have a minute?" He asked softly.

"Of course," Laxus nodded, knowing what Freed needed.

He removed his hand from Freed's and allowed his husband – a shot of joy rushed through him every time he thought of Freed that way – to walk toward Evergreen. Laxus watched with a soft smile on his face as the woman walked to her car, pulled out a bouquet of flowers from her back seat, and handed it to Freed. The lawyer seemed to have thanked her, before walking to the cemetery attached to the cathedral.

This was why Freed had requested that they get married here, in a town neither near Era nor Magnolia. Initially Laxus had been confused as to why Freed wanted to wed in a cathedral, with neither man being religious, but it made sense. This was where Freed had been raised, and where both of his parents had been buried.

Between the photographs taken with his wedding party – Elfman as his best man, Cana his matron of honour – he found his eyes lingering on Freed, who was now crouched down before a gravestone. His lips were moving as if speaking Laxus smiled at the sight.

Freed really had made progress. It was incredible to see.

Once all the pictures of Laxus had been taken, Reedus asked whether Freed was ready to begin his solo pictures. Laxus glanced to see that Freed was still speaking to his parent's grave, and said that he'd ask Freed, but he might need some time. The photographer agreed and took a step back, deciding to take requests.

Laxus thanked him for his patience, walking towards Bickslow's car first where both his and Freed's coats had been stored. He was already feeling the cold, and suspected Freed would be too. He picked his out first, a large faux-fur lined thing that Freed often referred to as the cloak, given Laxus' tendency not to wear the sleeves. He also removed the red, almost Victorian styled jacket Freed always wore since he had brought it. He'd seen it at a thrift store of all things, and had fallen in love with it. Laxus always grinned at the memory, often teasing Freed with how he used to only wear designer suits.

He walked slowly to his husband, stepping on the gravel pathway to make sure his presence was known. Freed looked up Laxus and smiled softly, which Laxus returned. He placed the coat over Freed's shoulders and looked down at the gravestone, decorated with a new bunch of flowers.

'Here lie August and Myriam Justine, Loving Partners and Caring Parents.'

"You okay?" Laxus asked, and Freed nodded.

"I am. It's nice to see them. Even if I can't actually… see them," He spoke quietly, still crouching before the grave. "I should come here more often; it helps more than I remember. Though I'm sure you of all people know that."

"We could make time to come regularly, if you want," Laxus offered. "I still go to moms grave at least once a month."

"Perhaps," Freed nodded slightly. "Am I needed?"

"We can wait," Laxus shrugged.

"No, I've spoken to them for long enough. No doubt if they can hear me somehow they'd be bored of it," Freed chuckled, standing upright. "And that photographer was rather expensive, if I remember correctly, so I wouldn't want to waste our money."

"That's not important," Laxus said firmly. "If you need more time, you get it."

"Maybe another minute would be nice," Freed admitted.

Laxus nodded. Freed looked down at his parents shared grave, and Laxus wrapped an arm around his shoulder to silently show he was there. He stood beside his husband, the snow falling softly around them and making Freed look ethereal in his beauty. To be able to call this man his husband wasn't something that Laxus would ever take for granted, and he counted himself more than lucky that Freed had chosen to spend his life with him.

As they stood in silence, Laxus noticed that a few tears had begun to fall form Freed's eyes, but he didn't mention any of them. He pulled Freed slightly closer, and allowed his husband to silently cry at his parent's gravestone. This was something that happened every time either man visited the grave of their loved ones, and Laxus was glad Freed now felt he could express his emotions openly.

He pressed his lips against the crown of Freed's head softly, allowing the man to raise his hand to his face and wipe away the stray tears from his cheeks.

"You okay?" He whispered softly, and Freed nodded against him.

"I just needed to get it out," Freed explained softly, as he always did on the occasions where he cried about his parents. Laxus had assured him he didn't need to explain. "But I think I'm ready to get back to it now."

"You sure?" Laxus asked, and Freed nodded.

Removing his arm from around Freed's shoulders, Laxus took a step back. He watched as Freed looked down at his parent's grave again, a gentle and loving expression on his face. It was a look that Laxus adored seeing on his husband's face, and the honesty in the expression warmed Laxus more than he could describe.

"Goodbye father. Goodbye mother," Freed whispered. He placed a kiss on his fingertips and pressed them against the marble gravestone. "I love you both very much."

He took a moment to gather his thoughts and calm his breathing. Laxus watched from the side-line as he spoke again, his voice almost silent.

"And for all you have both done, thank you."

~Fin~