#but like. last night i was lying awake hungry as anything bc all I had was dinner and not a great deal of that. if id been in a house on my

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

see sometimes I try and think about it all more logically. what if it was all happening to a friend. my friend!! you completely forgot to feed your kitten his wet food for five days? you haven't drunk water for a couple of days? you didn't shower or change your clothes for four days? you've only eaten two actual meals in the last two days? your average sleep in the last week is around five hours? my friend, you need help.

since it's me, I don't need help.

[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

[needleandhammer]

Prism

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Reader; featuring Jake Jensen

Warnings: 18+ only, dark fic, non-con touch, kidnapping, it's Freezy so yeah

Notes: Happy spooky season! I cannot believe the writers I am following have led me onto the Freezy Train 😳

For a year, you worked alongside Jake. He came through your office suite to set up new computers one morning. Designated the unofficial tech responder, you reached out to him often, asked questions politely and endlessly until he resigned himself to visiting your office multiple times per week. Somehow, the two of you ended up having lunch together as he listened to you grumble about coworkers adverse to seeking technological solutions on their own. Then going to happy hour together. Then texting each other; Jake followed your lead until the two of you could speak in memes and emojis.

Your friend abruptly left his job a few months ago. With no response to your text messages, you swallowed down the disappointment of losing touch with a friend when adulting kept your circle so small already. You only hoped he was okay.

Now, after a late night at the office, your coworker Carter lies unconscious in your peripheral. The person responsible for knocking out Carter stalks toward you. You’re scrambling around your desk trying to keep distance between him and you, this stranger with scraggly hair hanging over a pair of thick spectacles.

You’re so startled, mind trying to salvage some kind of escape plan that you haven’t even tried yelling for help. You hurl a solid glass paperweight at him. Air rushes up your throat – a scream working its way out when you see him dodge and strike forward at you. His hands circle your wrist, you’re yanked against him and a painful blow to the base of your neck sends you sinking into blackness.

---

You wake with a start. Where are you?

Your hands roam, grasping lightly across your body in search of any new injuries while you breathe past the lingering pain at the back of your head. At least it wasn’t bleeding. Assured that you were able to stand and move with relative ease, you’re on your feet and tiptoeing to the door of the bedroom. Your shoes are gone, dammit.

You swallow hard, breathing deep against grogginess and the aching pulse at the base of your skull. That fucker isn’t here so you need to act.

Go out that door.

Wait. You need something. A weapon. Anything.

A shaky breath forces your stark fear at bay as you look around the room. You make it to the open closet door.

A pink color halts you physically and mentally. Pink. You collapse to your knees and grasp at the cotton fabric. The word printed on the pink shirt triggers a breathless sob that you can’t control.

Petunias

Oh gods, did this deranged man kidnap Jake too? What can he possibly want with you and your friend? Is Jake in some kind of trouble? Questions bombard your mind, tangling into nothing that makes sense. Your head aches. Your limbs feel weak. Has it been long enough that your body has weakened from lack of nourishment?

Beneath another shirt, you discover a scraggly object. It’s chestnut colored, wavy strands that sends a creeping shivering down your spine. You quickly drop the Petunias t-shirt over it, as if to hide some vile creature from sight, and peer around the room again.

Damn it. No light décor or metal objects you can arm yourself with. You’ll have to be quick.

The door gives a creak when you swing it open, revealing a small galley kitchen.

Your heart skips – dread douses you – you freeze when you see the figure standing opposite you at the far end of this small building. He turns, arms falling from the curtained window, to look at you.

You reel backward; your hands reach and claw for something, anything that might help you in this horrible circumstance.

Right back where you started. You made it barely a foot out of your prison.

Your captor descends upon you. You shriek, push and shove against him but his weight follows you, presses you down on the bed.

His palm stifles your cries while he easily restrains you.

“Awake are we?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear his voice. You close your eyes. You don’t want to look at him – afraid that your eyes are deceiving you.

He tsks. “Don’t be a brat. We can make this part quick.”

Growling, you shake his hand away and snap at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go.”

He scoffs at the additional impolite names you call him.

Panting, you glare at him. “What do you want?”

“You gonna play nice?”

You try to headbutt him.

He sighs in irritation.

Your wrists are snuggly wrapped and tied to one bed post. You lean away from him as much as possible where you sit on a corner of the mattress, cutting him with a glare.

He still hasn’t answered you. That cold dread weighs down in your gut as you force another question out.

“What did you do to Jake?”

“Jake?” His smile grows.

“Don’t play with me! That’s his shirt. He – he has a family. His sister and niece, they’re…” Your words die on your lips as he starts laughing.

“Oh, sugar,” he says with a fond look your way. “Time to break the bad news to you. Your buddy Jake is…Well, you wanna take a guess?”

“You hurt him?”

The cold smile does not waver. You swallow down the lump in your throat. You already know the answer.

“C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging,” he purrs at you, waiting for your next guess.

You’re not ready to accept it, despite the tangible evidence in front of you. Despite the bright t-shirt lying in the closet. Covering the brunette wig. It can’t be true.

This man’s face, his nose, his lips. You feel like you’re going mad as you keep being pulled back to those blue eyes. The glasses are gone; you can see his full brows, the aquamarine of his irises. That laugh that sounded wrong, even though the tenor flows through you in familiar waves.

His hair is now a natural deep brown. It's shorter, lacking the gel that previously held it up in blonde spikes. The wig must have just been a precaution for when he showed up at your office. And his facial hair is grown out more evenly and that alone could have transformed the man you thought you knew.

He disappeared months ago.

You study his eyes – you know their exact color – and recognize the mirth glinting beneath dark lashes. But your heart starts racing when his signature crooked smile doesn’t appear. Instead, a hard smirk twists his face into a stranger.

“Jake…” Maybe you hope invoking his name as you know it will make this all go away - will make the world make sense again. Maybe you want to cling to an impossible salvation.

He scoffs softly, a quiet murmur of your name on his lips, almost remorseful. Almost.

“The name’s Robert.”

Gone is the awkward, clumsy colleague you had grown close to. The man you formed a slow companionship with during late office hours sharing fast food while ranting about administration or complaining about the local asshole that stood at the corner of your block shouting right-wing rhetoric to people trying to get to work.

Gone is Jake Jensen, the cute nerd you called friend.

Robert Pronge closes in, looms before you. His fingers skim your jawline before he grips your face tight, deliberate.

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” he says, dipping even closer so his lips graze your cheek. You grow stiff at the gentle affection. His grip loosens enough that you can drop your gaze.

“I…d-don’t know you.” You don’t know this man. “I don’t.”

Robert watches as you press your forehead to your hands. He supposes it’s normal - you haven’t arrived at acceptance of reality yet. Your frame clenches with stress, the physiological response to danger. Robert has witnessed this countless times with countless hits.

A breathy chuckle tickles your skin. He knew you well enough at this point. “You’re a smart one, sugar.”

“No, no, no…”

“And you know now that ole Jake Jensen. Never existed.”

Faced with this man’s remorseless confession, you steel yourself for the inevitable.

“Are you – are you going to kill me?” You raise your eyes. You'll look at this man's face one last time, you won't be deceived in your final moments.

That dark chuckle returns.

“You think I risked showing up in town just for a quick kill?"

He cages you in, enclosing you between arms thick with muscle.

"No, sugar. Wouldn’t wanna waste a sweet thing like you.”

His mouth is on yours and for several seconds, the heated, hungry pressure stuns you. Confuses you. You squawk at the sensation of him probing for a deeper taste, and start twisting out of his hold.

Strong fingers tighten in your hair and make you whimper in pain, stilling enough for his tongue to delve into your mouth.

A quiet moan of satisfaction rumbles through Robert when he accesses the hot taste of you for the first time.

Robert decided long ago. Once his mask is peeled back – that blonde, chirpy mask – he’s taking you as his. And he’ll make sure you get to know the real him intimately.

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A/N: Hurrah! I have been wanting to write a Jekyll and Hyde inspired fic for a while. Tis the season and all, so I present to you all: "Jensen and Pronge." muahahaha. I am trying to plan this out as a multipart fic. 😏 I'm gonna try to make this soft!dark bc that's the kind of shit I'm into.

[thestarlightsymphony]

stealing!!!

(haaaaaaahahaha I haven't been avoiding writing prompt asks for months bc I lost confidence in myself, what nooooo anyway thanks for waiting, I wanted it to be a good one <3 )

At first, it was just the little things. Inconsequential items taken on a whim. Annoying, maybe a bit petty at times, but generally innocent.

A cigarette or two, swiped with sticky fingers in passing. Upon discovery of the theft, his lighter went missing in retaliation. Her secret stashed bottle of wine, the next kidnapping victim. The most obvious and common needs on the ship, smokes and booze, always seemed to run in short supply, and they traded pockets like clockwork.

As time went on, it became like clockwork.

And then it became a game.

After a point, what is there to take in space? The last of the fresh coffee, sure, or the first warm water in the metaphorical morning so the other had to wait several hours to have anything above room temperature. Even going so far as to siphon the fuel from one ship to another, if one was feeling especially slighted. A little vindictive, some might even say aggressive, but that's just how they were.

Another box of cigarettes, disappearing into memory. The game continued.

Some time along, the game leaned dangerously close to dulling. Someone, we won't say who, had even begun to like it, and she didn't particularly want it to end. Someone had to do something drastic.

Faye took his shirt. Just another play in the game, she'd never consider any of her moves drastic. Just a shirt, snatched off the line while they were in atmosphere. She paraded through the common room in it and near nothing else, just to see what he would do.

Jet, already exhausted from their weekly antics, withdrew to relative safety and seclusion amongst his non-speaking living things, where he preferred to waste his waiting time. Watching from her perch on the stairs, Ed cackled with delight, of course; she'd been observing the game for some time. She could appreciate this supposed check, or even checkmate if Faye was the better player. The purpose of the game, she couldn't be too sure, but it was silly and she liked it.

And Spike?

Well.

All he did was eye here up and down, cold and quiet as steel. Through a mask of smoke he took her in, his brow furrowed. Faye couldn't tell whether it was from annoyance or concentration he stared for so long, but she couldn't take his eyes for long. When he didn't speak, she huffed and flounced off to bask in her victory, refusing to consider it a retreat.

Just... something about his eyes unsettled her. That look was... a challenge.

Hungry, almost.

He tied her jacket to the Swordfish's nose.

She dolled up Ed in his suit (had to roll up the sleeves far too many times).

He dolled up Ein in her dress, sash and lipstick and everything.

This shift perplexed Jet to no end, as he firmly kept himself out of it. Wasn't the game supposed to be take and take back? What happened to stealing??

In a way they were stealing, sure, but it went from simple pleasures to daily necessities now; the very clothes off their backs, for fuck's sake. If they weren't careful, it could escalate to their dignity, their safety, his sanity---

It might have, if not for one night, when they were out of gas, out of options, and fresh out of Jet's patience. He'd dumped them 'accidentally' on a seedy little crater, for a lead on some bounty (same old, same old). The Swordfish was trashed, the Redtail little better. Spike's initial plan was to grumble in his cockpit until Jet took pity on them and came to pick them up, until Faye shmoozed her way into a motel room for the night.

Better to grumble in a heated room than a cold-ass parking lot.

And this at least was a fresh new play in the game. He hadn't tried this before; what better revenge of being stranded than to take half the bed?

Of course it couldn't end there. Faye was furious, but too exhausted and annoyed to kick him out; she merely curled facing away and threatened to dismember him if he tried anything. The smug look on his face did earn a snatch of the covers when he went to take a piss in the middle of the night.

Spike glared down at the thieved pile of covers, Faye bundled inside.

Now, this wouldn't do.

He tried tugging on a corner; a gentle warning, for more gentle than he had the patience or energy for.

No response.

He tried again, harder and with obvious purpose. Faye clung tighter to the blankets, grinning to herself with her eyes closed.

She was a lot more stubborn than he gave her credit for.

But, so was he.

And desperate times in a childish game call for desperate measures. But what could he possibly take now, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night?

Well.

There's always the empty space between them.

Spike climbed across the bed and wrapped his arms around the blanket pile, hugging it and Faye close to escape the chill. Faye yelped against the intrusion, immediately beginning to squirm in protest. The arms around her just gripped tighter.

She made this bed and he'd be damned if she wasn't going to stay lying in it.

After much bitter hissing and attempts at clawing her way out (unsuccessful), Faye stilled and relinquished a corner, enough for Spike to snatch and tug over his shoulders. He shifted over, satisfied to finally return to his side of the bed.

For the moment.

It was cold in this motel room.

And they've been taking more than either anticipated.

That's the thing about this game. Neither anticipated it. Neither could have ever put a name to it. But they've been taking each others' time, and quietly, in the odd hours except for this one, they might even have been enjoying it.

Stealing time, just by existing.

And now, they're stealing on accident.

Stealing space as Faye rolls over in the dark, shivering with a bitten lip. She's always run cold; the unfamiliarity of this room only adds to the chill. Without presence of mind she curls against Spike's side, just seeking the cloud of warmth beyond her consciousness.

He lets her, though he's not sure why.

It's cold in this motel room. And he's thoughtful.

What was it? This game that they've been playing?

The stealing game. That's right.

He realizes he doesn't want anything else from her; the game has dulled in this quiet, cold room. But maybe there's one last theft he can make.

A moment. An afterthought, or a feeling. A fantasy, or magic, or something.

What was that child's story?

Spike wants to take not something from Faye, but something for himself. A fragment of a thought, a curiosity he'd thought of, barely.

Wendy's thimble.

It only took the slightest of adjustments to sneak an arm over her shoulders; she was still shivering a little, after all. He held her for a couple of gentle moments, feeling breath against his skin he suddenly and painfully enjoyed.

It took nothing at all to tilt his chin down and enact his final play in their game, sneaking a kiss to her hair.

If Faye felt it, she never admitted it.

If she sat up, half-awake and a bit startled, Spike never mentioned it.

If, after a quiet moment of sleepy staring, she slowly returned the favor to his lips, neither one remembered it.

If they shared the favor a couple more times, the shadows around them concealed it.

And if they lay, side by side, staring at the ceiling in shock and discomfort and buzzing curiosity for hours afterwards, they'd never tell you why.

But they stopped taking from each other after whatever happened in that cold motel room.

... For now.

[wellbafineline]

Promise?

Harry is needy and you visit him on tour

hellooo this is my entry for ms olivias ( @bfharry ​ ) boyfriendathon, im not entirely sure that anything happens in this but it is just reuniting w harry on tour fluff!!! i used the promt ‘harry’s number 1 groupie is his gf’ & this is my second full fic so pls be nice to me lol but enjoy!!  also here is my other writing 

also the title honestly has nothing to do with the piece i just picked it bc i though that line of dialogue was cute.

& heres livs boyfriendathon masterlist to read everyones entries!!

It didn't take much convincing for Harry to get you to join him on tour, actually all it’d taken was him to call you after one of his first shows on the North American leg telling you how much he missed you, and how lonely his hotel rooms felt and a couple of days later Jeff was forwarding you the plane tickets and info to meet them in Sacramento for a week of the tour.

It wasn't strange for you to visit harry on tour, but you both normally lasted a few more weeks before you caved and took the week off to go visit him, but a particularly needy harry and late night phone call with him listing all the ways he missed you, even after just a week and a half of being a part was all it took for you to take the 14 hour flight from London. 

You were antsy to see him from the minute that you got in the car at the airport, but it was only increasing as you were walking with a security guard through the corridors of the arena. The security guard points you in the direction of Harry's dressing room as you turn the last corner. You could hear Harry's playlist playing quietly behind the door as you approached and knocked. ‘Jeffrey, said i just need ten minutes and i'd be there’ he shouted through the door ‘try again’ you laughed ‘not Jeffrey’ 

The door quickly flung open as soon as he heard your voice, immediately wrapping you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, and you both stayed like that for a minute before he started to squeeze you a bit too tightly. ‘Getting a bit hard to breathe here H’. ‘sorry love’ he loosened his arms a little around you, allowing him to look at you for a second before completely freeing you from his grasp, you looked tired from the long flight from London and your hair was a little wild because you hadn't had the chance to brush it in the rush from the airport to the venue he place a quick kiss on your forehead before letting you go to follow him into the dressing room to get settled.

There was probably an hour before the preparations for the show tonight really started, meaning Lambert would come with the rack of all of Harry's outfits and steal him away from you for him to get dressed and prep to perform but for now you were more than content with the position you were in. Harry had come back from soundcheck earlier and immediately lay on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and his face pressed into your neck, while your hands were stroking through his brown curls while he sighed contentedly every so often. 

You two stayed like that for the time being until people started to filter in the dressing room and asking for Harry’s attention to put the final details on the show and his outfit for tonight. You gave his hand a squeeze getting his attention to tell him you were going to find Mitch, Sarah and Adam and leave him to get ready for the show. 

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The next time you saw Harry was as people were gathering to send him off onto the stage, you could hear the crowd cheering as the venue lights dimmed. ‘Come ‘ere quick’ he said as he pulled you by your hand into his chest ‘Need m’ good luck kiss’ he had the biggest cheesy grin on his face, you couldn't help but indulge him and match his smile. You bring your hand to cup his jaw, giving him a sweet kiss, but quickly pulling away, because you knew Harry and knew how he'd turn your good luck kisses into ‘make out in the venue hallway’ kisses, and you’d had enough teasing from Jeff about that over the years you’d been together. 

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You’d made your way back to the dressing room ‘Ew! H you’re all sweaty’ you laughed as his arms tightened around your waist, clearly not listening to your complaints. ‘Missed this though didn’t y’.’ His voice is murmured in your hair with his arms still wrapped around your waist, but loosening so you could walk back for him to pack up and go back to your hotel, he’d said earlier that he wanted ‘his girl all to himself’ on your first night which you couldn't really argue with, being exhausted from the flight. 

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You were waiting on the plush hotel bed scrolling through your phone, checking social media while you’re waiting for Harry to get out of the shower, he was bound to be exhausted once his post show adrenaline wore off and he said he just wanted to take a quick shower to get clean, but now you were almost certain he’d fallen a sleep under the water.

The shower water turning off is what pulls your attention away from your phone, as you were in the middle of texting back your best friend who was checking that you got there safely. After a moment harry comes out of the bathroom, he was tying the belt of one of the hotel robes as he makes his way over and flops himself on the bed next to you, motioning for you to move over so you were both lying on his side of the bed, your head on his shoulder, and moving the few pieces of wet hair he missed in his hair clip off of his face. 

‘M tired, glad we didn't go out now would have been asleep in the middle of some bar by now’ he murmured into your hair ‘Yeah, better off here’ you agreed, moving so that your leg was thrown over his hip and arm across his middle. 

After a while of laying with each other he started to get restless, still some pent up adrenaline from the show, so you suggest doing the sheet masks you picked up in the airport earlier.  

‘Y’sure your not tired? can do all of this tomorrow?.’ His arms tightened around your waist where you were sat on the bathroom counter putting the facemask on Harry's face. He scrunched up his face as you smoothed out the cold material on his face ‘M’fine just wanna spend some time with you.’ 

A little while after you had finished your facemasks Harry had decided he was hungry, finally crashing from his post show adrenaline and wanting to devour a bowl of fries from room service there was a knock on the door as you reached to put on the next episode of the show that you guys were watching. 

‘it'll be food, I'll get it’ Harry mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the bed to get the door, grabbing his wallet on the way to tip the waiter. He returned a minute later with the tray of food you ordered, setting it down on the bed. 

‘Missed you y’know’ harry starts as you put another chip in your mouth

‘Missed you two H, was only two and a half weeks though’ Harry scoffs ‘What not allowed to miss m’ own girlfriend now?’ You were already laughing as he finished, picking up  a chip to throw at him across the bed. ‘Course not, like knowing you miss me’ you smile at him ‘always love.’ 

After finishing your food Harry’d moved you both back to lay in the bed with his head resting on your chest, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, he was clearly trying to stay awake. ‘S’alright H go to sleep, will still be here tomorrow, got me all week’ you told him, lips pressing a kiss to his hairline as you reached to turn off the TV so you both could get some needed sleep.

‘Y’promise?’

‘Promise.’

[kalypsichor]

ménage à trois [ paul mccartney x reader x john lennon ]

summary: There’s only one bed and none of you speak French.

prompt: k hear me out mclennon sandwich BUT ITS ON THE PARIS TRIP SO IS JUST YOU THREE IN THE TINIEST BEDROOM + a request for reader’s wet dreams waking paul up warnings: this is a threesome babey 🥪🥪🥪

masterlist

guess who’s never had a threesome? me. guess who accidentally drank a shit ton of coffee and didn’t go to bed till six am writing this?? also me. i’d appreciate any feedback y’all have bc @spaceyantique​ beta’d this for me like a darling but my illiteracy knows no bounds

There’s only one bed and none of you speak French.

Paul tries, but between his wild hand gestures and the receptionist’s increasingly confused looks, he’s getting nowhere. John more or less just flirts with her. You tolerate about five minutes of it before dragging them away from the front desk.

“Sorry,” you offer to the receptionist, and you’re pretty sure it’s the first word she’s understood in the whole exchange.

The three of you stand at the foot of the bed for a bit and just. Stare at it. The hotel room is long but narrow, with the bed at the very end of it literally touching three walls. Whoever designed it was obviously at the end of his wits. The bed would be roomy for one person, cozy for two, but three? That’s pushing it. Still, there’s not even a couch in the room, so when you all look at each other it’s with a wordless understanding.

“I sleep on the right,” John says. He claims his spot as such and immediately stretches out, not even taking off his shoes. You wrinkle your nose but choose not to say anything. Paul wrinkles his nose and does.

“Don’t be disgusting, John.” Paul toes off his boots and clambers onto the left side. “There’s a lady present.”

John grins and twists around, dangling his feet in Paul’s face. “Talking about yourself in the third person, eh?”

You’ve locked the bathroom door by the time they start fighting but the walls are thin. There’s a thump and a shrill screech. Laughter. More shouting. Your reflection frowns back at you, eyes tired and hair a mess, and you take your time showering. In true European fashion, it’s a tiny, miserable affair. Your elbows keep knocking into the walls. The water runs cold before you even finish shampooing. It’s a mad dash to put on your pajamas before you freeze your tits off—except even that goes awry when you realize you forgot to pack them. The only things you can find are a soft tee shirt and shorts, which are a bit shorter than you’d like to be wearing but will have to do.

To top it all off, when you step out of the bathroom, they’re still lobbing shoes and insults.

“Boys, please! It’s one in the morning!” Two pairs of eyes flicker to the clock on the wall, then back at you. “Can you at least pretend to be adults?”

Paul has the decency to look a little scolded. John, on the other hand, leers at you.

“I think someone cut a few centimeters off your shorts, love. Not that I’m complaining.” He winks and you decidedly push down the fluttering in your stomach.

All in all, it takes another hour for the three of you to get to bed. Paul insists on showering first, which leads to another argument that takes five matches of rock-paper-scissors to be resolved.

(Paul gets the first one. John calls a two out of three and wins that. Paul calls a three out of five and wins that. John accuses him of cheating and gets called a sore loser. You end up shoving Paul into the bathroom while John is looking for another shoe to throw.)

If your mother knew you were squeezing into a bed with two boys, she’d throw a fit. Especially if she knew that you couldn’t stop thinking about how rosy Paul’s cheeks looked when he stepped out of the shower, or the fact that John is bloody shirtless. No, it’s best that none of this gets back to your folks at home.

“Comfortable?” John asks. Both boys are facing outwards and you’re lying on your back, trying to ignore the warm bodies on either side of you.

Paul shifts his arm and nearly elbows you in the boobs. “I feel like a sardine,” he says.

“Try sleeping in the middle,” you retort. “It’s like being in a sandwich.”

That earns a laugh from John, which turns into a contagious yawn.

“We should go to bed,” someone says, but you’re already drifting off.

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John’s a pretty heavy sleeper, so when he wakes up and it’s still dark out he’s very confused.

He’s also a lot warmer. Sometime in the night, John had turned and pulled you flush against his chest. His nose is pressed into your hair, one leg thrown over your hip. John rather likes the feeling of cuddling so close, but he knows it’s not the most appropriate position. He goes to move when he hears a quiet noise.

“John…”

… oh. So that’s what woke him up.

You’re moaning, soft little sighs and whimpers that go straight to John’s cock. You’re having a wet dream… about him. He wants to pull away, knows that this is wrong, but then you’re grinding against him and all thoughts fly out the window. John’s hips find yours and he has to bite his lip to keep from groaning. God, he’s rutting against you like a teenager but it feels so good he can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed.

“John?”

John’s eyes snap open and he freezes. Your voice is different, clearer. You’re awake now. It’s like a cold bucket of water has been dumped over his head and he jolts away from you.

“Sorry, I didn’t—“

His apology cuts off because you’re suddenly moving, pushing back into him. The soft curve of your ass presses right against John’s cock. All the air in his lungs rushes out and he gasps out your name.

“Is—is this okay?” he asks. He wants to make sure, needs to.

“Yes,” you reply. It’s more of a plea, and it’s all John needs to start moving again.

The hand that’s on your stomach trails down and slips under the waistband of your panties. John groans when his fingers find your slick folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” John rocks his hips into yours. Your hair is still damp from showering and when he breathes in, the scent—lavender—sends a rush of arousal through him. “Were you dreaming about me?”

You can only whine in response because John is slipping a finger into your cunt. His thumb finds your clit, rubs gentle circles that send flames of pleasure licking up your body. It’s already so much, too much, not enough.

“Didn’t know you were such a filthy girl,” John growls and you arch into his touch. “What was it about, hm? Were you dreaming about this? About getting fingered while Paul is sleeping right there?” His words tear a gasp from your lips. “You’re gonna have to be quiet or you’ll wake him up, birdie. Unless that’s what you want…”

“It’s a little too late for that.”

John can’t see very far, but he doesn’t need to in order to make out Paul’s face on the other side of you. His pupils are blown wide, eyes trained on John’s hand still moving under your clothes. And John… likes it. Being watched. It should be weird, should feel wrong because Paul’s his best mate, but then his eyes find John’s and the hungry look in them tears a hot blaze of arousal through him.

Somehow, his voice is steady when he speaks. “You want a taste?”

Paul’s mouth falls open and he nods. Without a second thought, John pulls his hand from your pussy and lifts it to Paul’s lips.

The sight of Paul licking your juices from John’s fingers is quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Second only to the look on Paul’s face when you hesitantly wrap your hand around his cock and start jerking him off.

“Fuck,” he groans. His eyes flutter closed, head tips back and bares the curve of his neck. John wants nothing more than to bite into it, to mark Paul, but you beat him to it. And John, who’s never liked feeling left out, lets his hand drift back down to you. This time, he curls two fingers into your cunt. You clench around him and your grip involuntarily tightens on Paul, whose hips jerk forward at the feeling.

God, how John wishes he could see your face. You’re sure to be so pretty, cheeks flushed, lips parted around gasps, eyes watching Paul’s cock in your hand. Still, he can hear the noises you’re making, and that’s almost just as good.

It’s not the most comfortable position, really. Your wrist feels awkward at this angle, with Paul being so close to you. And John keeps breathing in some of your hair. But the intimacy, the heat, the rush of adrenaline makes all that fade away. The filthy sound of John thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt, Paul’s high, almost feminine sighs. John’s grunts as he rocks against your body, breathe hot on the nape of your neck.

Paul gasps something unintelligible but you know what he’s trying to say. You start pumping him even faster, letting the sound of his cries spur you on. You want to taste them, you think, and it doesn’t make sense but you lean forward anyway and capture Paul’s lips in yours.

The movement changes your angle. John’s fingers curl against something in you that burns white hot, electric in your veins. His thumb presses into your clit and then you’re cumming, moans falling from your lips to Paul’s as he follows you over the edge.

“Fucking hell,” Paul breathes.

You can only nod. Your mind is still floating somewhere in the stratosphere. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this, both high and irrevocably grounded, pressed tight between two bodies thrumming with warmth.

“I’m gonna… clean up a bit,” you mumble when you’ve caught your breath. While you stumble off towards the bathroom, Paul reaches and finds John’s face in the dark.

Despite the fact that he’s just had a threesome, John suddenly feels shy. It’s intimate in a different way, how Paul’s fingers trace the bridge of his nose, outline the curve of his lips. And when you come back, weight dipping the mattress slightly, the warmth of your body settling behind him is so gentle that John is scared he’s only imagining it.

Paul doesn’t say anything, just pulls John forward and kisses him. It’s a chaste brush of the lips, but combined with the feeling of you nipping at his bare shoulder sets John’s nerves ablaze.

“I—“

You shush him and run a hand down his spine, thumbing the waistband of his joggers. “Just relax, John. It’s okay.”

Whether it’s your words or the soothing touch, John’s body almost melts, curving into yours. At the same time, his lips seek out Paul, who pulls back with a glint in his eyes.

“You haven’t even come yet, have you?” Paul asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Does it fucking look like I have?” John grumbles. Your hand trails across his waist and cups his erection and suddenly John can’t come up with anything witty anymore. He keens and bucks into the touch.

“So this is what it takes to get you to shut up.” You giggle when John’s attempt at protesting is muffled by Paul’s mouth.

“Guess we should do this more often, then.”

[red-sterling]

(hey yall it’s hurt/comfort time based on one of those headcanons from last night bc i am in a hell of a way lately lol. tw for a mention of attempted suicide)

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When Red left, Green felt like his world had truly ended.

It was worse than when he lost the Indigo League, worse than when he got into his first big fight with Red, worse than when his Raticate died just a week after he found out how sick she was. It was worse than anything he had ever known.

He didn't know what to do. There was nothing to do.

Green wept when he got the call telling him the search was off, that his best friend was presumed dead, after four nonstop months of searching. He wept and he wept and he fell asleep in tangled in Red's old blankets in Red's old bed.

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"He's up here?"

"He is, yes. I don't know if he's awake yet."

He is awake, but he's empty.

The only way Green knows that it's raining is because he hears it outside; the windows are still completely blocked. Red covered them up with newspapers last year, just so he could feel safe in his own home, just so he could feel like there was at least the tiniest degree of separation between him and the eyes of the outside world. Green remembers understanding why Red did it, but not how he got to that point. He only remembers fully understanding just how strenuous the weight of fame was for him when he saw the newspapers; and oh, he knew, he knew Red hated being on camera, he knew Red hated the spotlight, but he didn't know just how bad it was until he saw his best friend's room blacked out with layers upon layers of paper, thin sheets stacked so thick that hardly any light could reach the inside.

Right now, the room is pitch black. It's raining outside - a thunderstorm - and the dim light can't penetrate Red's former room.

Right, former. Red isn't here anymore.

"Green?" Daisy calls softly and knocks on the door. "Can we come in? It's Daisy and Grandpa."

He doesn't answer. His throat hurts.

Green remembers mumbling a hoarse I'm sorry the night before, as if Red could hear him and come home, or as if whatever powers that be could hear him and bring Red home, or as if that could change anything. He remembers his voice almost sounding a bit like Red's, a bit rough and light, as if it wasn't his own voice, as if Red was the one apologizing through Green's lips, and honestly, Green would give anything to hear anything from Red ever again, but there's nothing he can say and nothing he can do to change the way things are now.

It's been four months since Red disappeared, and twelve hours since he was presumed dead.

Despite Green's not answering, Daisy opens the door a crack. The light from the hallway would be more blinding if he were facing the door, but no, he's facing the wall, the dresser, the lamp, the Game Boy and the cable that used to link to Green's own device, the loose seashells from Red's last beach visit and the most recent birthday card Green drew for him.

12, in a bold, bright font. Red was twelve when he was presumed dead.

"Hey, kiddo," Daisy hums softly, sitting on the edge of Red's bed. Green lays motionless under the blankets. "Are you awake?"

He doesn't answer. There was nothing he could say then. There was nothing he could say to stop Red. There's certainly nothing he can say now.

"Did he have anything to eat?" Daisy asks, presumably not to him, but to whoever else is in the room, a mom that he wishes were his own and a grandfather that he wishes was anyone else's but his.

"Not unless he ate while I was sleeping last night," Red's mom answers. He hears her take a few steps toward him, and he hears his grandfather's footsteps follow suit, but he just wants to be alone.

Well, not alone, no. He just wants to be with Red.

"Did you have a snack last night?" Daisy asks casually, almost trying to make the world seem normal, but the world isn't normal, it isn't right without Red, it isn't anything without Red, there is no world without Red.

"...no." Finally, he speaks, his voice muffled under a crackle of thunder. It feels so wrong. Everything feels wrong.

"You should have lunch, then," Daisy replies. "It's been awhile since you ate, right?"

"...I'm not hungry."

"Well, you can't starve yourself," Gramps finally speaks, and something in his voice sounds different. Something's a little softer, morose. It's probably because Red is gone.

Red is gone, and Green may as well be.

"Yes I can."

"Green," Daisy scolds - tries to scold, anyway, but her voice still comes out tender, quiet. "That's no way to act. You won't feel any better if you don't eat anything."

"'m not gonna feel better."

"You always get mopey when you don't - "

"My best friend is dead."

Silence.

Saying it out loud hits him like a pile of bricks, and he cries, but the tears come silently onto Red's sheets. He's careful to at least wipe his nose on his sleeve instead of the Pikachu plush that Red used to sleep with every night; he left it behind when he disappeared. Green wonders if Red still slept well those nights or not. He forgot to bring it to Green's house for a sleepover one time, and he didn't sleep until they called Red's mom to drop it off. 

He wonders if Red still felt like a kid when he ran away, if he still feels like a kid if he's still alive, he wonders if Red is still alive, he wonders when Red - if Red - will come home, he wonders if Red still sees him - or still saw him - as a friend, he wonders how long the plush will still smell like Red, he wonders if anything is ever going to feel right again or if he's ever going to move on or if he'll ever see Red again or how long it'll take him to die before he can see him again if Red is dead or if it hurt when he died or if his Pokémon are lonely if he died or if it would hurt if Green died or - or -

He wonders if Red missed him, too.

He feels Daisy's hand rubbing circles over his back through the blankets, and he feels himself shaking, and he's sure he's audibly crying, he can feel it in his throat but his ears are full of cotton. The plush feels worn. The sheets feel damp. His eyes feel like they're on fire. Everything feels wrong.

He wonders if anything will ever feel right again.

"Did you drink any water today?" Daisy tries again to care for him, but he just wants to wither up and blow away. He nods, though, and it's a blatant lie. "That's good." He's bad. He's bad for lying and he's bad for losing Red.

He was your responsibility.

Green wants to sleep. He wants to sleep, and he never wants to wake up again.

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"You can't stay here forever."

The rain is still coming down, gentler now, though, he can hear crickets outside, but now the room is lit. The light from Red's bedside lamp and the hallway are a huge eyestrain. It's making his head hurt, too, his head is pounding. Every time he even tries to move, he feels a wave of pain and nausea wrapped up in one. He feels like he could throw up if he tries to move. He feels like he deserves it.

"Green."

"Mm."

"You need to come home."

Hell no.

Green has moved from Red's bed twice today; once to close the door after the adults gave up on making him eat lunch, and once to use the restroom. Other than that, Green has been wrapped up in the blankets. It's as close as he can get to Red. It's as close as he can get to someone who's just... gone. That's the worst part of it all, not all the what-if's, what if he hates me and what if he's alive and hurt somewhere, the worst part is that Red, quite simply, isn't here.

"Green, please," Gramps continues with this weird tenderness in his voice, something Green has never heard before, and something he refuses to accept now. "You can bring the blanket with you if you really want to, you know. You just can't stay here forever."

"Watch me."

"Green." There it is, there's the anger, quiet but clear.

"What?"

"You have three seconds to get out of that bed."

"Count 'em. I'm not moving." There's no bite to a voice with tears in it, he realizes.

"One..."

He hears Gramps come closer, and he just doesn't move.

"Two..."

Closer, still.

"Three."

Nothing happens yet. For a moment, there's just crickets and rain outside, but then Gramps grabs Green by the arm and pulls him out of the bed, and Green doesn't stand but he doesn't fight, he just lets himself get dragged up, and when he deadweights on the ground, he doesn't even mind how much it smarts.

"Green!" It's a tone between irritation and concern, the same voice Gramps used whenever Green would come home covered in scratches and bruises from exploring the woods on the edge of town with Red.

With Red. He'll never be able to say that again.

For a moment, Green looks up at his grandfather, the esteemed Professor Oak. He looks up, and he doesn't feel anything other than fatigue. The professor's face holds more sentiment, that irritation, that concern, maybe even confusion about why his idiot loudmouth grandson is a living corpse right now.

"...are you hurt?"

"Yeah."

Gramps leans down next to Green, and he reaches out, and only now does Green recoil, edging back toward the bed. "Where does it hurt? Did you hit your head?"

"That's not what I mean."

Nothing is said. Green grabs Red's Pikachu plush and rolls over, facing away from anything but the underside of Red's bed. Against the back wall, he sees a notepad, a trace of Red.

But he doesn't see Red.

"What do you mean, then?"

It's raining harder again.

"Green?"

Green just - he just shuffles under the bed, toward the center, completely out of reach.

"Get back here, Green." The concern is muffled below irritation - or maybe -

"Go away." - maybe -

"I'm not leaving you here. Your sister and I are worried about you, you know." - maybe -

"You're not." - maybe -

"Yes I - "

"I know you hate me."

- maybe there is no concern.

Nothing is said. A lamp clicks, footsteps lead away from the bed, the door shuts, the room goes dark and Green cries and - and -

Green jolts awake.

It's raining, kinda windy, too. His eyes hurt and his cheeks are damp.

Green sits up. He's not under a bed, that's the first thing he realizes, he's not under a bed and he's - he's at his apartment, in his room his bed, under his own blankets. He looks to his right. Red is asleep next to him. Red is here.

The pain is still fresh, though.

"Red?" His voice wavers, hitches, even when it's this soft and this weak. He's oversaturated with the dream, the memory of how fucking horrible that was. He's overwhelmed with what was the worst time of his life, memories of someone lost and an unintentional suicide attempt by starvation. "R-Red."

"Mm..." Red hums sleepily, coming out of his own dream. His eyes blearily open, then widen when he sees Green's expression. "Hm?"

Green has nothing to say, but his heart speaks anyway. "Are you here?"

Quietly, Red pulls him back onto the bed, pulls him in close. Red presses Green's head against his chest and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm right here, I promise." Thunder rolls outside. "You're not dreaming right now. I came home for you. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere without you."

Red tenderly kisses Green's forehead, and Green hugs Red with all his strength. Red hugs him back with a pressure that almost hurts but it's a pressure he needs right now.

"I love you, Green."

"I love you too, Red." His voice is shuddering, weak. He feels so weak. "Don't let go."

"I promise I won't let go." Red says more when Green is like this, he uses more words, he knows how to speak when Green needs to hear him more clearly. Red doesn't like using more words than he needs to but he'll go the extra mile for Green and that makes him feel so so loved -

"I'm always going to stay by your side, Green, I promise. Can you trust me?"

Green sniffles, buries his head closer to Red, and nods meekly. "I trust you."

"Thank you, Green." Red plants another kiss on the top of his head. "I'm so proud of you." Pause. Thunder. "I'll never leave you again."

Green nods, sobs, he sobs with relief now and Red knows it. Red cards his fingers through Green's hair and kisses him and rubs circles on his back until Green falls asleep to the sound of Red's heartbeat.

He falls asleep against Red, and he feels full again.

[stylesgalaxy]

mastermind; chapter 6

turns out some of you actually enjoy this fic!! i didn't think anyone really liked it so here's chapter 6! ngl i kinda forgot about this bc i was working on something else, but i'm here now :)

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"You didn't call," Harry says when I stumble home a few hours later. I was trying to be quiet but clearly it didn't work because Harry hears me and quietly slips out of Julia's room.

"I didn't need you," I respond. Which was true, I didn't. Zayn got an Uber and dropped me off here before going home himself.

"Your friend drop you off? He was drunk, Aria, you could have—"

"Relax he called an Uber," I say, taking my shoes off and hanging my jacket on the coat rack. "Zayn's not stupid."

"That was Zayn?" he says, appalled. "Hold on, I knew the name was familiar and he looks familiar... He's not the one who Julia..."

He trails off awkwardly.

"Yeah, he went home with Julia after a party in freshman year," I say rubbing my eyes. I was going to say "fucked" but I thought it was too insensitive considering he's in love with Julia. I sigh heavily when I remember being so hopeful that Julia would like Zayn long enough for me gather the courage to talk to Harry. But the universe was cruel, and I was too late.

Harry nods and I'm left wondering if he ever thinks about that night. Thinks about whether he saw Julia at the party they were both at, or thinks about how another guy went home with his future girlfriend, or thinks about the girl he made out with blindfolded. He obviously doesn't know it's me. But he never gave any indication on whether or not he even remembered kissing me.

Well, of course he wouldn't. We were acquainted through Julia, his girlfriend, he's not allowed to talk about those things. Just like how Julia didn't talk about how good Zayn was in front of Harry.

Harry remains silent so I start walking towards my room.

"I'm sorry," he says just as I pass him. "I shouldn't have interrupted you... o-or talked to you the way I did."

"Good," I deadpan. "You should be."

This makes his softened expression fall, and confusion spread.

"Aria, I was just looking out for you--"

"Harry, are you really going to defend your actions after you apologized for behaving that way? And besides, I don't need you to look out for me."

"Everyone needs someone to look out for them," he says quietly.

"Maybe," I answer, not trying to get deep or philosophical with him right now, "but you embarrassed me in front of Zayn and made me feel like a child."

"I thought he was—!"

"Whatever you thought was wrong," I counter, frustrated. "I'm an adult, I can take care of myself. Me and you, we're friends, Harry. That's all we are. Save this type of reaction for your girlfriend."

His eyebrows pinch and I am mortified by what I say.

"Goodnight," I squeak and all but run to my room, nearly slamming the door.

Could you not have made it anymore obvious, Aria?!

What the fuck was wrong with me?

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The next day I wake up around noon. Normally I'd spend this day of relaxation watching something with Julia, but since Harry is here, I don't want to. I slip into the bathroom unnoticed and take a shower. I hope that if it's long enough Harry will realize that I'm awake and leave.

I dry off in the bathroom and change into fresh clothes before wrapping a towel around my hair. Upon leaving the bathroom, I find out Harry did not take the hint and he was still here.

He's sitting on the couch with his arm around Julia, fixated on the television in front of him. He's eyes snap to mine when he sees me exit the bathroom and he gets up and gathers his things. Julia watches him pack his things with a sad frown on her face.

"Must you leave so early? We're almost done season six," she says with puppy eyes. Seriously, how does she not get tired of always sitting on the same couch watching the same shows with him?

"Sorry, love, but I have to see my father," he kisses her forehead. He turns around and pins me with his gaze just before I can escape to my room. "Aria? Can you walk me out?"

I want to roll my eyes at him. He's closer to the door! Julia looks between us curiously.

"It's only a few steps, Harry, I'm sure you'll manage to find the door," I say, opening my door.

"Aria, please."

I sigh and look at Julia first. She's watching me questioningly as if to say, what's up with him? I give her a look back that says, I'll explain later.

Only then did I look at Harry's pleading expression and walk over to the door with him. I hand him his jacket and he says quietly, "I just want to make sure everything is okay between us."

The bitter and petty part of me wants to respond with, There is no 'us'. But I shut her up because last night's response kept me up.

"I really am sorry about how I acted," he continues with pleading eyes. "You're right. You're an adult and I shouldn't tell you what to do. Just please forgive me, I don't want you to go back to ignoring me. I promise I won't do it again."

My heart clenches at his words. He really likes being my friend?

"Of course, Harry, it's okay," I say softly. He looks relieved but his smile is still a little tense. To ease the mood, I say, "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily. I'll remain an annoying thorn at your side."

He chuckles.

"Are you sure I'm not the thorn?" he says.

"You are, actually, I was just trying to be nice. But thanks for realizing what you truly are," I chirp. I open the door for him and he steps out waving at me.

I'm almost about to shut it when Julia yells, "Bye, Harry!"

Harry quickly comes back, says goodbye to her too, then leaves.

"So what was that all about?" Julia sits up immediately after I lock the door.

I relay what happened last night at the party to her, deciding to keep out the conversation we had when I arrived.

"So he just wanted to make sure we were cool, and I told him we are."

Julia nods, "That's good."

I go to the kitchen to grab something to eat when she says, "Hey, you know what we should do? We should go shopping!"

---

Since Julia and I are at the mall, I make her do her Christmas shopping. She already knew what to get her mom--a Valentino bag--but I force her to look for something for her father too. It would make him happy that she thought about him. Julia whines and complains, but eventually we settle on a flask set and a fancy Montblanc pen for him. I leave her to look for a gift for Harry while I go to shop for my family.

In the cheaper side of the mall, I shop for my parents and my little brother. I go inside Barnes & Noble and buy a bunch of cute homey things I know my mom likes. My dad loves board games so I pick one up for him along with a puzzle. I get two books for my brother because I wish he read more, but I also sneak in a video game from another shop, because I want him to like his gift. My bags are getting heavy, but I'd really rather not come back another day since the mall will only get busier closer to Christmas, so I look for gifts for my friends too. Niall and Louis are easy, they'll like anything. I get a fancy jewelry box for Julia with fancy scented candles and fancy bath bombs that she likes.

I leave Harry last. This will be the first time I get him a gift from myself and I want to make it special since he bought that leather sketchbook for me but it was hard because I'd already gone over my budget. So, I get him a Gordon Ramsay cookbook, a trivia game, and chocolates. It's not until I go to Starbucks where Julia and I were supposed to meet, that I see a set of six reusable cups with cute sayings like "Live in the Wow" or "Be About Love". This was perfect. Smiling, I purchase it and add it to my bags.

I sit at a table with my bags around me and wait for Julia to show. She arrives, with way less bags because she was only shopping for three people. And her gifts were small but expensive. She joins me at the table and I ask her what she got for Harry.

"Socks," she says, pulling out a pair Christmas socks. I look at her, somewhat annoyed.

"That's it?!"

"And chocolate!" she says quickly, pulling out a Lindt chocolate bar.

"Julia!" I chastise.

"What?"

"He's your boyfriend! You can't get him socks and chocolate!"

"I know," she whines, "but I looked and looked and I didn't know what else to get him!"

I sigh heavily and pin Julia with a glare.

"Let's go," I huff finally, "I'll help you find something for him but you're carrying half my bags."

She grabs my bags with great eager and sets out of Starbucks.

---

"Oh my God, you know what we should do now?" Julia says once we're done shopping. I'm about to roll my eyes because I can't imagine doing anything else except lying down or eating. "We should go to that Italian restaurant! The one I said I'd take you to for getting Harry a gift!"

That grabs my attention.

"Okay but where will we put our bags? We can't take them with us there's too many," I say.

"It's okay, I'll call Liam. He can take them to our place and drop us off, he wouldn't mind," she assures and pulls out her phone, searching for his number. "Hey, Liam? Yeah, yeah everything's okay! I was just wondering if you're busy right now? No? Well it's just that Aria and I have been shopping all day and we have so many bags, but we're really hungry and want to go for dinner, and--" she pauses for a moment. "Thank you so so so much! Okay... yeah... great, see you soon!"

She ends the call and smirks at me.

"I thought he was your father's personal assistant not yours," I comment.

"He is, but he told me that if I ever need anything to not hesitate to call him. He's really nice. I'm gonna tell my father. Hopefully Liam can get a raise."

---

Liam drops us off at the restaurant and then drives away with Julia's key to take our bags home. I watch him driving away and wonder if this is what it's like to be rich. Huh.

My mood is instantly brightened when our server places our food in front of us. Julia whips out her phone to take a Boomerang of our pizzas, I stick my tongue out when the camera reaches me. She puts that on her Instragram story and I guess she was really feeling the love for me because she asks to take a proper photo. She pushes her chair to sit beside me and asks our server to take a photo.

I shrug one shoulder and smile sweetly at the camera, while Julia rests her arm at the back of my chair and leans her head closer to mine.

"Adorable, fucking adorable," Julia says after she takes her phone back, typing away. I get a notification that Julia tagged me in a photo, but ignore it for now. I have more important things to focus on, like my pizza which I take a slice out of before shoving it into my mouth. Julia looks up right then and howls with laughter, snapping another photo.

"Julia, no!" I try to say but my mouth is full.

"You look so funny!"

"Don't post that one, okay?"

She promises she won't and we eat the rest of our dinner laughing and talking about random things.

---

"Hey," I say to Julia when the episode of Friends that we were watching ends.

"Hmm," she replies, looking up from her phone.

"I kinda... I kinda wanna try makeup," I hesitate. I'd seen a lot of girls with perfect makeup on their face and it made me want to give it a go. And today, at the mall I went inside Sephora and wanted to buy everything. Sephora was just a fancier, prettier art store.

"Oh my God!" Julia hollers. "Come, I'll teach you everything."

She drags me into her room and sits me in front of her vanity. I'm a little overwhelmed by all the products she throws at me, but I get the basics: primer, foundation, concealer, setting powder, brows, mascara. She says that the primer and foundation I use are the most important part, and then hands me some good ones to keep.

"You're about my colour," she says, dabbing some on my face to check. "You're a little darker, that's okay you can use bronzer to even it out."

Bronzer, blush, and highlighter: they were good but not always necessary, she says. She applies eyeshadow to my eyelids and then swipes a thin line of eyeliner over it. I curl my own lashes and apply mascara. My eyes instantly stand out so much more.

"Wow, this colour really enhances your eyes," Julia says. "I wouldn't even wear foundation if I was you, you have nice skin. Do your eyes, though, they make you look like a bad bitch."

I smirk and we start experimenting with lipstick, giggling and dabbing some on each other's faces.

"Okay, now I have to show you how to wash it off," Julia says half an hour later.

"What, you mean I can't just use water and soap?" I ask feeling stupid.

"No, silly, not all soap will wash off makeup. You'll be scrubbing at your skin harshly then breaking out." We go to the bathroom where she pulls out her makeup remover, gently wiping the makeup away from my face. "There, all clean."

"Thanks," I smile.

"Here, I'll give you the products I don't use that you can experiment with. I'll give you some brushes too, and I'll show you how to clean them."

Putting on makeup sounds like it's includes a lot of cleaning that I didn't anticipate. I take the items she gives and watch how she washes brushes and sets them upright to dry. I've never had to deal with germs when it came to art supplies, but it makes sense why you have to with makeup supplies.

I call it a night after I put away the makeup. Getting in bed, I start scrolling through my phone. I open my Instragram notifications and see the cute picture Julia posted of us with the caption: My ride or die, love you @aria_collins.

Smiling at my phone, I double tap the picture. I comment, love you too bitch <3 before scrolling through the other comments. Some are from her other friends, that I don't know that well, and one is from her mom. My heart jolts when I see Harry commented on it too.

harrystyles: Cute

It was just one word.

Cute.

But it made butterflies erupt inside me. I shake my head at myself.

He was talking about his girlfriend, stupid.

Nonetheless, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

---

The sound of my door opening wakes me up. I was never a heavy sleeper like Julia.

"Aria?" Julia whispers in the dark. I hum back in response. I'm awake now, might as well see what's up. "You're awake?" she says hopefully. I check the time and see I've only been asleep for half an hour.

"Yeah, what's up?" I turn fully towards Julia who looks wide awake, she hasn't even changed into her pyjamas yet.

"I really, really want to take a bath but Harry won't stop texting me," she says coming to lay down on my bed beside me.

"So tell him to shut up," I deadpan, letting my eyes shut in fatigue.

"I can't... he's like talking about serious things. And it's stressing me out and we had such a long day, I just want to take a bath and sleep. Can you just talk to him for a bit? It's way past his bedtime, I'm sure he'll fall asleep soon."

I want to ask her why she doesn't think I want to sleep, and why it makes sense to wake me up so I can talk to her boyfriend while she relaxes.

I grab her phone to see what he's even saying. Maybe I can tell her how to respond to end the conversation. But Julia takes this as me giving my consent and kisses my forehead before running out. I roll my eye before blinking to focus on the texts but they don't make sense so I scroll up to about half an hour ago, where he seems to be asking her a lot about her day. I skip through the parts where they talk about shopping and the restaurant we went to until I get to the serious part.

You're not busy are you? he wrote.

no, what's up? Julia responded.

I'm just a bit frustrated.

oh no baby, what's wrong?

So you know how I went to see my father today? It didn't really end well...

what happened?

He has a girlfriend

He wanted me to meet her because apparently they're "serious"

they've only been dating for four months

Not to mention, I'm JUST finding out? Four months later?

oh shit

Sorry, I know I'm just dumping all this on you. I tried to forget about it but it's been a few hours and I'm still kind of mad, to be honest.

Babe?

I curse Julia for leaving him like this. Stumbling out of bed, I hurriedly knock on bathroom door.

"Julia!" I call.

"What?" she responds.

"This is serious stuff!"

"I know, that's why I was so freaked out."

"I can't pretend to be you! That's-thats... wrong."

"Well I can't get out now, I just applied this mask, it needs at least thirty more minutes to set! Fuck."

"Why would you leave him like this! He clearly needs someone to talk to, how can you even think about relaxing and taking a bath?"

"I'm sorry! But I freaked out and panicked so I came to you!"

"Well now he's panicking."

"I'm sorry, Aria, please don't yell at me, I don't know what to do in situations like this. He's never told me anything about his father before!"

I sigh deeply. That makes it worse!

"I'll talk to him, but you have to get out as soon as you can!"

"I will."

I go back to my room and sit on my bed. Harry hasn't sent anymore texts after that last one. I try to come up with something quick to excuse her absence.

hey sorry, aria nearly burnt the kitchen down i had to help her

I send the text with a terrible feeling growing in my chest.

Oh okay, that's ok. I thought you fell asleep.

I shake my head and glare at Julia through the wall for making me do this. I don't want to pretend to be Julia like this to Harry. I know I told Julia a lot of what to say or do in this relationship, but those were things I hoped she'd learn from.

Fuck that, right now Harry needs someone to talk to, and the he thinks the person he turned to abandoned him.

no, i wouldn't fall asleep on you, I continue.

why are you mad that your father has a girlfriend?

I dont know... I guess I'm just mad that he would even consider marrying someone else after my mother

My heart breaks a little for him.

but it's been a few years since your mother died

don't you think your father deserves to move on?

I guess. five years just seemed a little too soon

you can't decide how much time someone else needs to mourn and move on. that's up to them

you're right, but that doesn't mean he should have told me this late

Doesn't he care at all what I think?

he probably knew you wouldn't take it well. maybe that's why he waited until your exams were over

You're making it sound like he cares for me. he doesn't.

he does, harry. he's your father. of course he cares for you.

My father isn't like yours, Julia. He doesn't just call me up out of the blue and shower me with gifts to show his love. The only interaction i've had with him in months was the money he's been depositing in my account.

My heart aches for him. His father doesn't talk to him? I never knew that. Harry is always so positive and keen on keeping everyone happy that I never once thought he might have issues like this.

my father was the same. he didn't talk to me, only sent me money for months.

do you want to know what changed?

what

one day he wanted to have dinner with me and update me on his life, and ask about mine

after that, i visited him regularly even though i didn't really want to

and now we're actually getting somewhere in our relationship

He doesn't respond for a few minutes.

does that situation sound a little familiar?

I send the text hoping to get a text back from him. I dread that I may have overstepped and said too much.

You're right.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to undermine anything you're going through

it's alright, you didn't :)

i just don't want you to look at this negatively. i know you don't like him, or the fact that he's getting married

but you have to try to make the best out of it, right?

When did you get so wise?

I have the smartest girlfriend in the world

I nearly choke on my spit. I'm an awful, awful person. I hate this, I hate doing this.

Before I can type out another response, he says:

Thank you for letting me talk to you. I really needed to hear this

Sorry if I kept you up, love

You should go sleep now :)

it's okay, you didnt :)

text me if you ever need to talk again

I love you.

I stand up. Marching to the bathroom, I'm about to pound on the door when Julia opens it.

"There," I fume and shove her phone at her. "Now you need to get your shit together, and be a better girlfriend," I say. Julia nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "Get some sleep, I'm going back to bed."

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busy; lee donghyuck

a/n- literally nobody asked for this but its a remake of one of my old johnny fics so here,,, this is for u hyuckzens

warnings: just fluff from when I was high

You knew Donghyuck was busy.

You knew that. It was okay that he was busy, he was finally getting to do what he loved with some of his closest friends.

It was okay that you weren’t one of them anymore. And no matter how much it hurt not seeing him, you never brought it up. Not in the midst of his hurried texts.

You weren’t going to be that best friend.

You weren’t going to be the love struck best friend who wanted all of his attention.

Because at the end of the day, you only wanted what was best for him.

But it’s nights like tonight.

Nights like now when you’re lying awake in bed, remembering how his laugh sounds like your favorite song, and how lovely his hugs were.

That’s when it hurts a little. You couldn’t sleep, his voice playing on repeat for hours on end, never taking a break as you replayed every good memory you’d ever had with him.

You don’t know why you were sulking like this. It was stupid. Nothing had happened. He was just busy. And you didn’t need to be awake right now.

So when your phone dinged at 2:13am, you were confused. And even more so to see his name on your screen.

You lay there in the pitch dark, your heart aching and your skin tingling remembering his eyes. Maybe it was fate that he was texting you right now.

Right now, when he’s the reason you can’t sleep.

hey, are you awake? sent 2:13am

What kind of a question was that? There was no logical reason you should be awake right now.

But here you were.

yep! read 2:14am

Was that it? He really texted you this damn early and got your heartbeat up for that? You rolled your eyes. How the HELL did you let yourself get this infatuated? You waited a minute. A minute turned into five, then ten. You looked at your phone again. Nothing. This bitch. Your heart felt more hurt than you thought possible, and for no reason. He couldn’t leave you hanging like this.

did you want something? read 2:26am

Nothing for another 5 minutes. It took everything in you not to heave your phone across the room. You were just about to give up and return to your lovesick slumber when you felt a buzz, and your heart jumped.

hey bab! sorry, i was in practice. couldn’t respond. I’m hungry :( sent 2:32am

This was your chance. THIS WAS YOUR FUCKING CHANCE You willed your hands not to shake as you typed out slowly.

aw, let’s go get something to eat then! read 2:33am

At this ungodly hour. It wasn’t even seconds before he responded.

deadass? BC I’m down 100% sent 2:33am

Yeah, deadass! You jumped out of your bed, so fast and with such energy, you felt lightheaded for a moment. You quickly put on some sweatpants, and one of your hoodies. You knew you probably looked like shit, but at this moment, you just wanted to see him.

walking to McDonalds now. read 2:40am

McDonald’s had been your favorite meetup spot, seeing as it was a 3 minute walk from your apartment and a 10 minute drive from his. You walked briskly down the empty roads, not scared in the least. You didn’t have time to be scared. You were seeing him.

You were genuinely shocked when you find him inside the restaurant already. You give him a questioning glance as you walked in, the AC’s cold air hitting you hard.

also,

He looks like a fucking angel. His sweatpants were hanging off of his hips, his sweater was loose against his body, but still showing off his frame.

You swear he’s somehow gotten taller. It takes every bone in your body not to run to him, but you smile your widest and biggest smile as you approach the male standing in line. For a second, you were unsure if you should hug him or not, even though you wanted nothing more, but to your pleasant surprise, he engulfed you in a bear hug that made you almost completely disappear.

You nuzzled his chest shyly as he rocked back and forth, arms locking you to him. This is the best feeling in the fucking world.

Being with him. He didn’t pull away for a while, instead holding you there, as he looked at the menu.

Finally, you grunted.

"Hyuck. I can't breathe.” You managed, laughing. Your heart felt untouchable right now.

You felt so distinctly safe.

He chuckled as he let you go, but kept his arm around you. And you tried to etch the feelings and the sounds into your heart. The workers behind the counter were waiting impatiently.

At 2:45am, there were only a good 3 customers. One girl coughed, as if to remind you of your surroundings. You felt your cheeks heat up. After you’d both ordered, you walked over to the window, looking outside at the half moon and the clear, midnight sky.

You felt Donghyuck's body heat behind you and see his reflection in the glass and smiled at his comepletely undone hair.

“I missed you.” Finnaly, his voice broke the comfortable silence.

You could have screamed, and you gulped to keep from. Did he miss miss you? Or just…. casually miss you? You gulped.

"I missed you. More.” You turned to look up at him, and his eyes closed as he smiled, grabbing your hands in his and putting them on his face. You were so close to him. Your hands cupping his cheeks, you wanted to kiss him more than anything.

He felt it too. He’d known for the longest time how you felt. You never even had to tell him, because felt the same. He loved you with every bone in his body.

But he was scared when you hadn’t reached out in a while. Terrified you didn’t love him anymore.

He just wanted to kiss you.

Right now. In this cold ass McDonald’s at 3am.

Your faces neared each other involuntarily, almost as an instinct. You felt your heart stop and start at the same time.

"____? Donghyuck?” The woman behind the counter snapped the both of you out of it, motioning to your ready orders on the counter.

This was some movie shit. You blushed as his eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

A soft smile as he walked up to the counter. You followed him as he walked out of the door, not knowing where exactly he was taking you, but you trusted him.

You chuckled when his lanky frame climbed the hood of his car. You followed suit, his strong hands helping you up onto the very top. You smiled contentedly as he handed you your fries.

“Thank you.” You say softly. He hums.

You then begin your talk. You weren’t sure how long you talked, but you were both finished with your meals and he had gotten down to throw the trash away at least twice and you were still talking. You lay flat on the hood, and he watches your face as you scan the starless sky.

"Stunning.” He said, audibly. You eyes snapped open.

"Huh?”

“I said you’re stunning.” He repeated, a crooked smile playing on his lips. Your heart screamed.

“It’s too early for this, Lee Donghyuck.” You brush it off, breaking the gaze you were sharing and looking up at the few stars scattered in the sky.

You felt his gaze on you and you pushed his face away with your hand. “Stop looking at me!” You’d whine.

He laughed a big, hearty laugh, throwing his head back and messing up his hair even more as you tell him to shut up. You couldn’t help but smile at his laugh, locking that in your heart for later, too.

"You know something?” He said thoughtfully. “These last few months have been absolute hell.”

You nod, sighing. He deserves better.

“Like absolute fucking shit.” He continues.

“Practice is that hard?” You sit up, resting on your elbows.

"No.” He says, then backtracks. “I mean, yes. But that’s not why it’s hell. It’s been hell because I haven’t seen you.”

Your cheeks are probably ridiculously red, and you thank the heavens for the bad street lights, hoping he won’t see.

He does.

"You’re one of the most important things in my life, you know? Like, you’ve always been. And you’ll always be my priority.”

You groaned, throwing your head back at the affection, but you actually think you might die.

You sit up fully now, reaching for his hand and brushing his fingers. He’s been working hard, you swore they hadn't been that rough before. You brought his hand to your mouth, kissing the back of it.

“I love you.” He smiles at his lap. He’s gotten shy now. Your heart was beating wildly.

“Let’s not go months without seeing each other again, okay?” He says slowly, looking up at you. You nod, his hand still in yours. You just stare at each other for a moment, your eyes scanning his and vice versa.

Everything in you wanted to tell him he was your world.

Everything in you wanted him. His lips parted slowly, and your eyes momentarily flickered down to them.

Fucking hell, his lips.

He noticed, because he licked them immediately after. You cleared your throat.

“Hyuck?”

“Hm?”

"If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” You ask slowly, and within seconds you feel him kissing you. Your heart came to a complete stop and still managed to beat faster than it ever had before.

The kiss was gentle.

You could still taste the burger on him.

There was no fighting for domination, just two people melting into one with each other. Your hands clung his and his found his way to your neck, and you felt him chuckle.

here you were, at 4am, in a McDonald’s parking lot making out with your best friend.

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What Honesty Gets You (Chris Manawa Imagine)

prompt:  I NEED A CHRIS IMAGINE. I'm coping with his death by reading :,) could i have one where y/n is pregnant and it's his and they're on the boat

requested: by anonymous word count: 7,484 warnings: language, suggestive themes

a/n: this will probably have a part two eventually also its slightly au bc they left the boat after like 6 episodes in the show and honestly? im here for boat shenanigans. they coulda stayed on the abigail the rest of the show bickering and i woulda eaten it up also i went a lil overboard with this imagine no boat pun intended lets fcking gooo

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It was never silent on the boat, not even at night when everybody was below deck sleeping. You could hear the sound of waves smacking against the side of the ship. It took a while for you to be able to find that noise mixed with the hum from the engine relaxing enough to fall asleep. Now, you’d have no problem drifting off. All you needed was darkness and the reassurance that Alicia was in the room with you. After everything that’s happened, you were admittedly too frightened to sleep in a room alone. Or maybe you were just scared of being alone in general. 

How you ended up with the Clarks with your family out of the picture was quite a long story and you tried not to relive it since you didn’t know their fate. But having no blood relatives on board did make you feel lonely. Even though Madison treated you like a daughter, you weren’t naive enough to believe that if God forbid something happened where she could only save you or Alicia, she would ever choose saving you over her biological daughter. 

So maybe that’s why you felt you had to get close with somebody. 

You first approached him after he practically tossed his deceased mother overboard. What better way to bond with someone than to talk about how shitty the universe was treating you both? He wasn’t amused and had no desire to talk to you. You respectfully gave him the space he needed, but hell if he thought that would be the last time you tried to talk to him. 

It took him a while to open up to you, and you never pushed him to. Every time he did, it was because he was ready. Even with the world ending all around you, every time you sat down and talked with him, you felt a sense of safety - like, perhaps if the infected started falling from the sky, he might be the first one to pull you inside and save your life. It was a heartwarming thought. 

He sought you out one night, surprisingly in the mood to talk. You were wide awake because Alicia was spending the night on deck. He sat in your bunk and while he spoke about his life before the outbreak, you were staring at his lips. Thankfully, there was little to no light in the room because your cheeks were undoubtedly flushed. And you were so lost in your own thoughts about how handsome he looked in the dimness, you didn’t even realize he had stopped talking and noticed where your glance had fallen. 

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name is what brought you back to the moment. “What?”

You couldn’t tell for sure, but he seemed to be fighting back a smirk. “Are you okay? You looked, um, a little out of it for a minute.” 

Your heart skipped a few beats when you realized he must have noticed you staring - so you attempted to play it cool. “Yeah, sorry. Sometimes my mind just, you know, kind of wanders off.”

He gave a nod. “So what were you thinking about?” 

Oh, you know, just thinking about kissing you all over your face and telling you that I think I’m totally falling for you. The usual. 

“Dogs,” you blurted out. 

“You were thinking about dogs?” He raised an eyebrow.

It was random but you had to go along with it. “Yeah, ‘cause the world as we know it has fallen off the deep end and people are dying and coming back to life, but I hope there’s somebody back on land taking care of all the dogs.” 

He stifled a laugh. “Alright, fair enough. Wanna tell me what you were really thinking now?” 

You felt the air was punched right out of your lungs. There was no doubt in your mind that his question visibly caught you off guard. Lying to get out of it again would be a waste of time. The room was quiet, save for the humming of the engine and the ocean waves. 

Biting your lip, you decided to just be frank about how talking to him made you feel lately. You admitted that you enjoyed his company, more than anyone else on board. You told him you found him undeniably attractive. And finally, you confessed that you were thinking about kissing him. 

His response, after a brief moment of utter shock, was to press his mouth against yours. You almost gasped as your lips connected. It didn’t remain the tender kiss it started as. It turned into sloppy, hungry kisses filled with pure desire. And you were okay with that because you suddenly felt as close with a person as you could ever be. 

When you woke up, the room was bright and you were alone. Alone and topless. You shuffled out of the bed to find your bra, clipping it on as Alicia walked into the room. 

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were getting dressed,” she muttered. 

If only she knew the half of it. 

.

You half-expected things with Chris to be completely awkward following your night of romance, but they weren’t. Around everybody else, you both acted like nothing happened. But when you were alone, you were holding hands and still enjoying each other’s company.

To be honest, you were getting sick of living on The Abigail. So when Madison said they should make a trip to land soon just to stock up on supplies, you nearly jumped for joy. You would have really jumped if you weren’t nauseous. You had been feeling lousy the past couple days and with all the sudden nausea, you were sure it was your body telling you to get off the boat for a while. 

The next morning as Strand was docking the Abigail, you awoke feeling sick to your stomach again. When you got on deck, you unexpectedly ran to the side of the ship and vomited. Everyone stopped and stared, and Chris was the first to approach you carefully.

“You okay?” he asked in a soft voice.

Before you could respond, Strand interrupted, “You better not have gotten your upchuck on the side of my boat.” 

You glanced down. You did, a little bit. But you weren’t going to say anything. You leaned your forehead against the banister, feeling a bit dizzy. It’s not like you had much in your stomach to puke up.

“Maybe you caught a stomach bug or something,” Chris suggested. You weren’t sure, but it certainly wasn’t unlikely. With everyone cramped in such a tight space, somebody was bound to get sick.

When you felt okay enough to walk back inside, Madison glanced at you. “You’re not coming with us. You need to get some rest.”

“I’m not just going to sit here and do nothing,” you countered, wanting to contribute. The last time you went to land, you were gathering belongings from a plane crash and that didn’t end up working out very well. You knew things could go wrong and you wanted to be there to help out in case they did. 

Ofelia stood up from the couch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be on board too.” She was still nursing her shoulder though it had begun to heal nicely, all things considered. There was no use in fighting, so you just nodded. 

Alicia grinned, “Hey, if we can find clothes, I’ll pick you up something nice.” 

“Yes, but clothes is not at the top of our list,” Madison said. “Food, medicine-”

“Feminine napkins,” Alicia added. “We’re almost out.”

Were you guys running low? You didn’t even notice. It had been a while since you last ransacked the bathroom looking for some. 

Everybody was ready to head off. Strand, Ofelia, and yourself stayed behind. 

In all the chaos of everybody figuring out who was going to wander off in which direction in what groups, you pulled Chris aside. “Be careful, okay?” you whispered. 

He nodded, “Of course.”

“And don’t wander off this time,” you lectured. 

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Got it.” 

You weren’t trying to patronize him and you realized that’s how it probably came across. You genuinely just wanted him to be safe. Before he could walk away, you grabbed a hold of his arm. He seemed taken aback. “I mean it. I want you to come back in one piece, okay?”

“Okay.” 

Travis’ voice calling out for Chris startled you both. He said goodbye and shuffled off. As soon as he was out of your line of sight along with Alicia, Travis, Nick, Madison and Daniel you walked down to your shared room with Alicia to relax. 

You had about two minutes to yourself before Strand burst into your room, yelling about how you did get puke on the boat. You told him to clean it with his ego and then locked yourself in the bathroom. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The bags under your eyes weren’t as awful or prominent as you thought they’d be. Your mind wandered back to Alicia’s comment about feminine napkins earlier. Pads. You and Alicia had been on the same cycle, presumably since you spent so much time together after being locked in the military safe zone at the start. It had been well over a month since you last got your period - if you calculated the days correctly, that is. You stood in confusion, even pulled your pants down to check if you got your period without realizing it. You didn’t. 

And then a surge of panic ran through your veins. You exited the bathroom on a mission. Ofelia was sitting by the swimming deck. She smiled as you took a seat beside her. 

“You feeling any better?” she asked sweetly. 

Less nauseous? Yes. Better? No. 

“A little bit. If I ask you something, can you promise to keep as neutral a reaction as possible to maybe keep me from freaking out?” you asked, toying with a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. You felt like your throat was closing. 

“Sure,” she answered wearily.

“So, I was just wondering, like, out of the blue this totally just popped into my head and I got curious. Um, have you ever been pregnant?” you rambled. 

She only raised an eyebrow in response and said, “No. Why?”

A gust of wind blew your hair to the side and you tossed it out of your face, trying to figure out what to say next. Your palms were growing clammy. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly before softly telling her, “My period is late.”

“You’re probably just stressed, Y/N. I mean, you know what has to happen in order to get pregnant, right?” 

You groaned, thinking back on your time in health class. Oh, you definitely knew what had to happen. “Um, just forget this entire conversation, okay?” 

Before she could say anything, you were jogging back inside to the sleeping quarters to find your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” 

You let out a yelp and spun around. Ofelia was standing in the doorway. You didn’t even realize she followed you.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you said, putting a hand to your heart. 

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Y/N, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing,” you said casually, tossing the backpack over your shoulder. “Just going for a walk.” Except she wouldn’t let you past. “Do you want to, like, move please?” 

“Tell me what you’re doing,” she demanded. There was a part of you that was flattered she seemed to care, maybe she was even worried about you. But the other part of you needed her to get out of your way. 

Tightening your grip on the backpack strap, you let out a frustrated huff of air. “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s none of your business.” 

“I think you made it my business when you started asking me about being pregnant - which by the way, how old do you think I am?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring that you might have offended her. Besides, it wasn’t that uncommon for young unmarried women to have kids or at least pregnancy scares. It was fairly modern. 

“Look, I... I have to... I’m feeling better and if I leave now I can catch up with Alicia and-”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.” 

Telling the truth was what got you into this situation, wasn’t it? You told Chris how you felt about him and now were nauseous, lethargic, your period was late, and in all honesty your boobs seemed to have swelled and gotten a little bigger. The last point wasn’t entirely negative though. But, you were already in this situation. And maybe being truthful this time around wouldn’t bite you in the ass. You didn’t regret your night with Chris. It was a little clumsy and awkward, but sweet too, and it felt so good. However, you wished you took some precaution.  

“The truth is I think I’m having a baby and I’m fucking terrified.” You didn’t even recognize your voice. It sounded so distant, and your eyes were welling up with tears, about to burst out. 

Great. Add overemotional to the list too. 

Ofelia only tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand. How could you be having a baby?” 

“I got a visit from the stork,” you said bitterly, wiping away a stray tear. 

She didn’t seem to appreciate your sarcasm and let out a loud breath. There was a brief silence and you watched her expression change from frustration to utter shock. 

“What?” you asked softly. 

“Is it Nick?”

“Is what Nick?” 

“The baby, is it Nick’s? You know, if there is one...”

You would have laughed if you weren’t entirely hellbent on getting off to the boat. You just wanted to find a pharmacy. Surely there would still be some pregnancy tests left. 

“If you move out of the way I’ll tell you,” you prompted. 

She didn’t seem interested in your game. “What are you going out there for?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. Might as well keep up some of the honesty thing you had going. “A pregnancy test.”

“Just wait for everybody to get back. We’ll just find one tomorrow.”

“Uh, if I’m knocked up I’d like confirmation of that as soon as possible,” you uttered. 

Ofelia sighed. “You don’t care what I say, you’re still going today, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll grab some water for the road. Meet me upstairs.” 

.

Strand had no problem letting you both leave. He called it foolish, but he didn’t try to stop you. He also didn’t bother asking why. 

It surprisingly didn’t take you very long to stumble across a pharmacy that was already broken into. Ofelia killed one infected that was inside and sauntered to the back of the store, kitchen knife and backpack in tow, while you rushed towards the aisle with the tests. The whole pharmacy was turned over top to bottom, but there was one box left with one pregnancy test inside. If you weren’t an anxious mess, you would have laughed at the coincidence. 

You shoved it in your pack and turned to leave. A rotting corpse walking through the shattered doorway stopped you in your tracks. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing dead people walking around. The whole store smelled like decomposing flesh already, but the stench from the infected galloping towards you made your stomach lurch. Ofelia quickly put down the infected and glanced over at you. 

“You good?”

You were hunched over, trying to swallow the bile you felt rising in your throat. But you gave her a thumbs up anyway. 

“We should really get going,” she urged. 

You nodded and stood up properly and made slow strides to the door. 

Your journey there was entirely silent. The walk back, on the other hand, was filled with Ofelia prying into your private life. She kept wanting to know if it was Nick’s baby and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly offended that she didn’t even consider it could be Chris. 

You made it back on board with a few hours of sunlight still left in the day. The others weren’t back yet, but you were sort of glad about that. You hoped they were okay, but you needed the time to yourself. 

You locked yourself in the bathroom for the second time that day - except this time you had a pregnancy test on the counter. Since you didn’t have a timer, you sat on the floor and counted the seconds. And when you were done, you still stayed seated, too scared to even think about standing up. 

A loud knocking on the door made you flinch. 

“Y/N? Is everything, um, okay?”

It was Ofelia trying and failing to be discreet. You ignored her, pulling your legs close to your chest and lowering your head. You just wanted to go back in time and make sure that you wouldn’t end up in this situation. You were so scared. Being pregnant after the end of the world was basically a death sentence, wasn’t it? 

She knocked again. “Come on, Y/N. Open up.”

Taking a deep breath, you got to your feet. Your hands were trembling. You had to force yourself to pick up the test and turn it over.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered as the red lines stared you right in the face. 

You were indeed pregnant. 

Your breath turned uneven and you couldn’t see anything through the waterfalls of tears that started running down your cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare. There was no possible way you could carry a baby to full term and deliver it on a fucking boat with no doctor on board - never mind even raise it. You weren’t ready. Not even close. The thought of it being a false positive jumped into your mind, but you knew it wasn’t. You had all the symptoms. You couldn’t be that lucky. 

Ofelia knocking on the bathroom door again brought you back into the moment. So you angrily threw the test into the trash and swung the door open, rushing past her before she could get a word out. You slammed your bedroom door and collapsed into your bed, letting yourself sob into the pillow. If that didn’t make it obvious enough to Ofelia what the results were, that would be her own fault. 

You must have cried yourself dry and drifted into a light sleep because the sound of voices upstairs suddenly caught your attention. You could easily distinguish the voices. It was Madison, Alicia, and Nick. 

For a few seconds as you sat up, you weren’t thinking about the fact that you were knocked up. You were just glad they made it back alive. And curiosity about what they found brought you to your feet. When you got to the top of the stairs, Alicia jogged over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, asking if you were feeling better. Then she was excited to show you the clothes she found while Madison was unpacking and storing away cans of food. You were happy their outing was successful. But in the back of your mind you were terrified because it was completely dark outside and Chris, Travis, and Daniel were still out there.

Another part of you was worried Ofelia would spill the beans to everybody. You weren’t sure when you would feel okay enough to tell anybody else, especially Chris. So you hoped she would keep her mouth shut for now. 

.

The boat was still docked and you were sitting by the swimming deck, fighting to keep your eyes open. From the corner of your eye you saw Ofelia walking over to you, wrapping her sweater tighter around her body as a breeze flew by. She quietly took a seat next to you. 

“What are you doing out here?” she questioned. 

“Waiting for them to get back.”

“You worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

A semi-comfortable silence filled the air. You wished she hadn’t broken it.

“So, you really are pregnant? It was positive?” 

You glanced at her with pure panic in your eyes. All you could do was nod. 

She frowned. “You have to tell them, Y/N. You can’t keep this to yourself.”

“I don’t have to tell anyone,” you countered. “I can do whatever I want.”

You could tell she was frustrated with your attitude, but she remained calm. “If other people know, we can all help you. Everybody here cares about you. And don’t you think that Nick deserves to know-”

“Oh my god. Ofelia, it’s not-” You stopped yourself and thought about what exactly to say. “Look, I’m beyond tired right now. There’s literally a thing growing inside of me, like an actual human being forming. And I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.” 

“Because you’re scared?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and your eyes glossed over with tears. “What if it dies inside me? What if it, like, rips me apart?” 

“That won’t happen,” she whispered.

“You don’t know that,” you choked out, wiping your nose with your sleeve. 

She took a deep breath. “When we were at the pharmacy today... I had a feeling that you would take the test and it would be positive. So, I thought ahead. I brought back prenatal vitamins for you, Y/N. It will help keep the baby healthy, okay?”

Before you could respond, a flash light beaming in the distance caught the attention from both of you. Ofelia got up, swiftly approaching the side of the yacht. 

“Is it them?” you asked, trying to subdue your tears and worries for now. 

She didn’t answer until the light went off and they were close enough for her to squint and see. She smiled, “It’s them. They’re back.” 

When all three of them boarded, you stood in horror. They all looked distraught and Chris was covered in blood. 

Ofelia covered in mouth in disbelief. “What happened?” she inquired, taking a few steps closer to her father.

Daniel shook his head and motioned towards Chris. “Why don’t you ask the boy?”

You gulped as you turned to Chris, raising an eyebrow. “What happened out there? Are you guys okay?” 

“We’re fine,” he muttered, rushing inside. He threw his backpack down on the coffee table and was headed for the stairs when Travis called his name in quite possibly the most stern voice you had ever heard from him. Chris stopped short. 

“We have to talk about this,” Travis demanded in pure anger. Your heart was pounding. What the fuck happened?

He spun around and stood his ground. “I already told you there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“Chris, you could have gotten yourself killed,” Travis reprimanded. 

“It was a chance I was willing to take! We got the meds. Now no one on this boat has to get sick ever again.” 

And with that he stormed down the steps as Madison was coming up. She gave Travis a curious look and you decided to go after Chris. As you rushed down the stairs you saw the door to the sleeping quarters slam. He was on edge, no doubt, and you didn’t want to make it worse. But you also considered yourself as the only person on board who would ever take the time to actually listen and understand him - and you knew he knew that. So you started with a gentle knock. 

Silence. 

You knocked again putting a little more strength into it.

Silence.

You let out a frustrated breath and added, “Chris, it’s me.”

The door opened not a second later. You immediately noted that he discarded his blood-drenched sweatshirt and shirt. He moved aside to let you in and promptly shut the door behind you. 

There was another moment of silence, so you decided to be the first to speak, keeping your voice steady and filled with concern. “What happened out there?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “There was a room with a bunch of medication in it, antibiotics, vitamins, and like a dozen of the infected. It was like someone herded them all in there so no one would try to get to the meds. And my dad said it wasn’t worth the risk, but I knew it was. All we had to do was take out the infected and it would be a gold mine,” he explained. “Even Daniel said it wasn’t worth it so they started moving on, but I knew I had to do it with or without their help.”

“You know I told you not to wander off again,” you said, half-heartedly. 

He pursed his lips. “I know. But I did it for you, Y/N. You’ve been feeling sick lately and I just needed to help.”

You felt lightheaded at the gesture, but also panicked at the realization that he really had no idea what was really going on with you. You weren’t sick, you were pregnant. When you were going to tell him was beyond you. All you knew for sure was that he put himself in immense danger to make you feel better and your stomach had butterflies and you were so glad he was okay. 

You could feel your pulse racing through your veins as you stepped forward and lightly cupped his cheeks, your skin brushing against the smudged splatters of blood that were beginning to dry. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you leaned closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his. His hands wandered to your lower back where his thumbs traced circles over the fabric of your sweater. 

This was the first time you two had kissed since that night. You pulled back and whispered, “You should probably take a shower.”

“What, do I smell?” he joked. 

You scrunched your nose and smiled. “Sorta. You’re also covered in blood.” 

“Fair enough.” He quickly pecked your lips once more before reaching for some clean clothes. 

You were sure you were blushing as you watched him stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, you walked into your shared room with Alicia. She was sitting on her bunk. Her hair was wet; you assumed she had just cleaned up as well. 

“Hey,” you greeted. 

She slowly looked over at you. “There’s a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash,” she spoke softly. Your heart sunk and the boat engine started up. 

“Oh. Uh, whose do you think it is?” You hoped you sounded convincing. 

She sighed. “My mom, most likely. I don’t think she and Travis ever talked about having kids, it can’t be planned. Now isn’t exactly the best time to expand the family tree.” 

You nodded in agreement. 

The sound of the shower turning on reminded you that the test was still in the trash. You hoped Chris hadn’t seen it, but if he hadn’t then he might see it on his way out. 

You were exhausted and petrified, but the adrenaline that shot through your body in that moment made you feel truly alert. “I’ll be right back,” you told Alicia before leaving the room as casually as possible. 

The hallway was empty, so you rushed to the bathroom door. You slowly turned the knob, grateful that it was unlocked. You sifted through the trash for a moment and saw it. God, it was so obvious, it was practically right on top. You could only assume he didn’t see it. You weren’t even sure he knew you were in the room. The mirror that you had been staring in that same morning was steaming up, and it brought you back to how normal everything used to be. A soft moan to your side caught your attention. You leaned a little closer. It wasn’t like how the infected sound. In fact, it reminded you of the sounds from that night. And that’s when you realized what he was doing. 

Your jaw nearly dropped and you rushed out of there. You took your time closing the door so it didn’t make a loud clicking noise. 

“What are you doing?” 

You jumped and spun around to see Nick standing in front of you. You hid the pregnancy test, clear as day in your right hand, behind your back and leaned against the wall. “Oh, I was just... I had to take some Tylenol, I have a headache.” 

You were lying through your teeth. 

He looked skeptical and tilted his head to the side. “Okay. I hope it kicks in soon. You should get some sleep.” 

“Thanks.” You speed-walked to your room, quickly rushing over to your bag of clothes, slyly putting the pregnancy test at the bottom. When you stood up, Alicia was curiously watching you. You were holding some sweatpants to change into for the night. Thankfully, she thought nothing of your mildly frantic behavior and she rolled over and faced the wall.

. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you think it must have happened as soon as your head touched the pillow. You awoke to light filling the room and your body screaming that it still hadn’t had enough rest. You could take a hint, so you closed your eyes and drifted off again. 

The water was seeping into the raft. It would be minutes until it could no longer float. A hand on your knee felt reassuring until you looked down and noticed your basket ball sized stomach. You couldn’t help but start panicking. It was Chris by your side, but you didn’t feel safe anymore. He told you to start pushing. Suddenly Alicia was on your other side, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Keep pushing, Chris was telling you. Nothing was happening. And then you were screaming as you noticed your abdomen being ripped open from the inside. Chris was crying now and Alicia was gone. Maybe she fell into the water? You were sure you only blinked, but now Chris was cradling the baby in his arms. You watched him holding it with such love in his eyes as you drifted in the middle of the sea with a deflating raft. You would have started crying too until you noticed your baby start to decompose as if time was sped up somehow. Chris seemed unbothered as he handed the baby to you. The moment you touched it, it opened it’s eyes. They were yellow. Almost like a glowing yellow. It opened it’s mouth as if it scream and you saw razor sharp teeth right in front of your face- 

You woke up in a cold sweat. Whatever your subconscious was trying to tell you, it needed to be quiet. You slowly sat up, wiping beads off sweat of your forehead. That was when the nausea slowly crept up on you. Taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself, you noticed that Alicia wasn’t in her bed so you wondered what time it was. 

You decided to take a shower, still feeling a bit sluggish even as you got out and dressed yourself for the day. You assumed everyone was on deck so that’s where you went. 

Madison was in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. Ofelia and Alicia were on the couch playing a card game, Nick was watching them. 

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Madison said to you. “Nice of you to join us.”

You saw Chris sitting outside with his dad. Your cheeks burned as you remembered kissing him last night and hearing him in the shower. 

“You want to play?” Ofelia asked.

You reluctantly agreed, hoping your stomach would settle down. 

.

Strand stopped the boat and Daniel and Nick were fishing off the side, hoping for dinner. Chris had gone downstairs while Madison joined Travis outside. You wanted to follow Chris, but you also didn’t want to be obvious so you stayed where you were. 

“Y/N, are you feeling any better today?” Alicia questioned without warning.

Feeling Ofelia staring at you, you gave a quick shrug. “A little, I guess.” 

“That’s good.” You noticed Alicia glance outside at her mom and Travis. “Do you think he knows?” 

“What?” 

“Do you think he knows she’s pregnant?” 

Ofelia sat up straighter and you tried to keep your eyes from bugging out of your head. 

“What do you mean?” Ofelia asked. 

Alicia lowered her voice, even though nobody was around. “I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom last night and I think it’s positive.” 

“That’s- You think your mom took it?” 

“Yeah. Makes the most sense.” 

Ofelia glanced over to see your expression. Luckily you had perfected your poker face. 

“I’m going to ask her about it tonight. I’ll probably mention it to Nick before, too,” Alicia started explaining. 

There was no way this wouldn’t end in everybody learning the truth, but you were not ready. Not even close. 

She continued, “I really can’t believe they would be so reckless. Seriously, how dumb do you have to be to let yourself get knocked up while the world is turning to absolute shit?”

Ouch. That made your eyes start to water a bit. 

Ofelia chewed on her bottom lip as if she was in deep thought. She finally spoke, “Hey, maybe you should go ask them about it right now. I mean, the cat’s already halfway out of the bag, right?” 

“No,” you quickly interjected. “You should let them talk about it when they’re ready.” 

Alicia narrowed her eyes, and you wondered if she could see the pure panic happening inside your mind. “Are you okay?” she asked. Maybe your eyes were watering too much. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You tried to laugh it off and turned everyone’s attention back to the game. After Alicia won, she went downstairs for a bathroom break. You took the time to clear things up with Ofelia. “Oh my god, she thinks it’s her mom. What the hell do I do?”

“Tell her the truth.”

“No, what do I do besides that?”

“Y/N, that’s all there is to do,” Ofelia said. “The prenatal vitamins are in my room by the way if you ever decide to start taking them which I think you should.” 

It took all you had to not burst into tears in that moment. You saw her point. Telling the truth to everybody would be best thing to do. You wouldn’t have to live with the secret anymore and perhaps the adults will be furious and Chris will be taken aback, but maybe it was best if they just knew already. 

You took a slow breath. “How do I tell them? How do I tell them without having everyone disappointed in me?”

She grabbed your hand for support. “You just tell them the truth, alright? Everybody here cares for you and they will have no choice but to come to terms with it, okay? And you have me on your side to start.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

.

The setting sun cast a pink hue over the skyline and everybody was outside admiring it - except for Travis, who was finishing cleaning up dinner, and Strand, who was in the wheelhouse. You were planning on taking Ofelia’s advice and simply telling everyone, but you needed to tell Chris first. 

You stood next to Chris, asking to talk to him in private, and swiftly grabbed his hand and led him past his father and down the steps. Travis watched the two of you disappear downstairs, not knowing what to think. You supposed it didn’t matter if you weren’t being subtle anymore because everyone was going to know what was going on soon enough.

You entered your room and shut the door behind him. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked. 

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you reached to the bottom of your bag and pulled out the pregnancy test. You gripped it tightly in your hands, feeling like you were going to pass out as you turned around to face him. The fear on your face was unmistakable. You were holding the test close to your chest, almost cradling it. 

Chris glanced at your hands. “What’s that?” 

You inhaled sharply before finding your voice. “Pregnancy test.”

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “What?” 

“It’s a pregnancy test,” you said, a little louder with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Why do you have that?” he asked wearily. 

Your mouth went dry and your tongue suddenly felt like sandpaper. “Because I took it.” 

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, eyes growing wider by the seconds. 

“It’s positive,” you told him, your nausea feeling worse than before. You looked down at the test in your hands, wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and throw it overboard. You began rambling, “It’s positive, so I-I guess I’m gonna have a baby unless it turns and eats me apart from inside or I die giving birth because that happens sometimes you know. I don’t want it to happen, but it could. It might.” 

When you finally looked up at him, he was cautiously taking a few steps toward you. He looked completely panicked. “Uh, I.... Um-”

“I’m sorry,” you uttered before he could get the words out. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess you deserve to know and you were going to find out eventually. Please say something.”

“You’re- Can I see that?” he asked softly. 

You nodded and showed him the test. 

“How do you know it’s positive?”

“’Cause it has the two lines.” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out in absolute shock. 

“That’s exactly what I said,” you half-smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood and break the extreme tension in the room. 

After a short silence, he pursed his lips and lowered his voice. “So, this isn’t like a joke? This is real?”

“It’s real, Chris. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

He gulped in response.

“You don’t hate me now, do you?”

Out of everything he’s learned in the past minute, that question seemed to take him by the biggest surprise. He quickly shook his head. “No. How could you even ask that, Y/N? I could never hate you. And this is my fault anyway.” 

And that was all it took for you to burst into tears. You had a sudden tidal wave of emotions rush through your body and you couldn’t hold it together. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace. 

“I’m scared,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he whispered.

.

“Dad, Y/N is pregnant. Dad, I got Y/N pregnant. I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t realize that pulling out was an option.” Chris let out a scoff, “I can’t do this.”

“The first one sounded fine. And you’re not doing it alone, okay? I’ll be there too,” you explained. “I can even be the one to say it.”

He was pacing the room, trying to figure out how to tell his father. You were laying down on your bed, exhausted. You were always tired lately. Probably because your body was overworking itself forming a human. 

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he gently rested his hand on your leg. “Look, you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to. He’s going to be mad.”

“It will be easier if we just tell him together, Chris,” you said. 

“But we don’t have to tell him today,” he countered. 

“You’re right, we don’t.”

He smiled.

You quickly added, “But we should.” 

His smile disappeared. He licked his lips, thinking what to say next. “Once he knows... once everyone knows, everything will be different.” 

“Everything is already different,” you whispered. 

He looked frightened, but you noticed him try to relax himself. He leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” he said softly before kissing your forehead. 

You quickly sat up. “Don’t apologize. Do I want to have a baby? No, not really. But I am. We are. And... we both... It was both of us.” 

He let out a slow breath, about to say something. A knock on the door interrupted him and startled you both. “Y/N? Chris?” 

It was Travis. Surely he had gotten suspicious of you and Chris running off hand in hand and decided to check in. 

You both shared a nervous glance. “It’s open,” you decided to call out. Neither of you bothered to move as the door opened and Travis peeked his head inside. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything alright?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” 

“Well, everybody is upstairs and I just couldn’t help but notice that you were both in a rush to get down here,” he pointed out, stepping further into the room. 

“Uh, yeah. Actually, there’s something we need to tell you,” you stammered. 

This caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Okay.”

“I feel like you should sit down,” you advised. 

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re scaring me a little.” 

Madison appeared in the doorway behind Travis. Telling them both at the same time would be killing two birds with one stone, but you decided you wanted to tell Alicia at the same time too. So you got to your feet. “We should all go upstairs.” 

You could sense the tension as you motioned for Travis and Madison to take a seat on the couch. Chris was simply watching you take control as you walked outside to get Alicia. In doing so, you grabbed the attention of everyone else. And suddenly everybody was sitting inside, even Strand who joined out of curiosity. 

He poured a glass of whisky. “Let’s make this quick,” he urged. 

You swallowed, squeezed your eyes shut, and took a deep breath to calm your heart rate. 

“Okay, um, I’m... I’m pregnant,” you admitted. 

Alicia’s eyes widened. She looked... betrayed? You couldn’t tell. And you suddenly felt like crying. 

Travis stood up slowly. “Chris?”

“Yeah?” His throat felt dry.

“Is this... A-Are.... Did you... I-” 

“It’s mine,” he confirmed. 

Nick leaned against the couch and snorted, “Maybe we should look for condoms the next time we go to shore.”

“It’s a little late for that,” you contended. 

“How long have you known?” Madison asked. She seemed oddly calm. 

“Since yesterday,” you answered. 

“You were never sick. You were pregnant,” she realized. 

You nodded. 

Travis started shaking his head. “No, this has to be a mistake. How can you know?” 

“I took a pregnancy test-”

“Where the hell did you get a pregnancy test? I can’t imagine Strand had one lying around on the boat.” 

“After everybody left, I went to shore too and found one.” 

Chris, who didn’t know that, narrowed his eyes. “You went out there alone?” 

“No, I wasn’t alone. Ofelia went with me.”

Daniel looked at his daughter with disapproval and you felt a little bad for ratting her out, but there was no use in lying about it. 

“Okay, so you took one test. That doesn’t mean it’s accurate,” Travis exclaimed. 

Madison let out a loud, disappointed sigh. “No, she has all the symptoms. I can tell.” 

“She’s just a little sick. It’s not-”

“She’s been feeling nauseous, she puked, and she’s always tired.”

Nick absentmindedly chimed in again. “And her boobs are bigger.”  

Everybody gave him a glare and he hunched over, presumably understanding that he should stay quiet for now. 

“Travis, I’ve been through it. I know,” Madison told him. 

“And you’re okay with this?” he nearly shouted. 

That was when Madison angrily stood up. “No, I’m not okay with this. Not at all. But there’s nothing we can do about it.” 

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Chris mumbled. 

“Hey, I don’t want to hear it right now, Chris. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

You stepped closer to Chris defensively, clinging onto his arm. “Don’t be mad at him.”

“He got you pregnant, Y/N.”

“You’re really going to make me say it? It takes two to tango,” you replied angrily. 

“I, um.... I just need to think.” Travis sighed and walked outside dramatically. 

“So, are we going to have to listen to a screaming baby on board?” Strand wondered, prompting another sip of his drink. 

You felt defeated. You truly expected Travis to handle it better. He always seemed like the reasonable and rational one. But, perhaps finding out he’s going to be a grandfather was enough for him to not be able to remain stable.

You frowned and made awkward eye contact with Alicia for a moment, who quickly got to her feet and rushed down the stairs. 

“I imagined this going better,” you whispered to Chris. He simply placed a kiss on your temple to comfort you. 

[ango-boydetective]

[a quick fic, definitely not my best work? but i thought of this scene after thinking about what might cause taakitz to grow as close as they did in such a short amount of time? i concluded late-night cooking :^) (maybe i should make this a mini series bc theres no actual cooking in this one) 

anyways read away. spoilers for lunar interlude 4 and everything prior to it i guess. also its 6am and i havent slept, take pity on me vghjbjn]

Taako stares up at the ceiling of his private quarters. He’s so, so tired- the Director has them all training heavily for something she won’t even tell them about. She seems unsettled, though; maybe even frightened, so even Taako agrees to the extra training. Still, despite his aching bones- Thanks, Magnus- he can’t sleep.

The room’s dark and mostly silent. There’s always a little background noise on the moonbase, and tonight Taako can swear he hears Merle’s loud snoring from one room over. It’s really not that loud, but with Taako’s growing agitation, it seems to get louder and more obnoxious by the minute, like Merle is personally trying to slight him with those awful snorty noises.

He lets out a long, dramatic sigh and finally gives up on sleeping. Definitely not so close to the loudest dwarf he’s ever heard. So, with a huff of annoyance, he unzips himself from the once-comforting-now-stifling warmth of the sleep sack. That’s another problem with this fucking moon base. It’s always either too hot or too cold, and right now it’s definitely too fucking hot.

A series of more loud, annoyed huffs later and Taako finds himself on a couch in the main part of the quarters he shares with the only other two Reclaimers. They won’t be Reclaimers much longer, he thinks. They’ve only got one relic left to Reclaim. Reclaim is a stupid word for them. Claimers is better. They never owned the relics so how could they RE-claim them? Well as long as they paid him, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass what they were called.

He huffs for the hundredth time that night and slips into a pout, his chin resting on his palm. He’s staring out of the huge floor window they’ve got going on- which, by the way, super trippy when you’re drunk, fuck whoever designed this room- and thinks.

He thinks about his aching body and the stupid extra training sessions. Magnus did not need to tackle him, thank you very much. Taako doesn’t take the big hits. That’s Magnus’ job. “Magnus rushes in”, and all that. Yeah, well, Taako’s good out here. Away from the physical portions of combat.

He’s not worried about whatever they’re being trained to face. He’s Taako, from TV! He’s a powerful wizard, the likes of which the world has never seen! Nothing could kill him. Well, nothing but the fiasco at Refuge. But that was a one-off. The Director probably just got spooked since it’s their last job. Still, he knows better than to go against her wishes. Plus, Magnus physically lifted him into the training dojo, so it wasn’t like he’d had much choice.

Thinking about Refuge puts Taako in an even worse mood. It’s not the same, though. Instead of just tired bitterness, there’s… a hint of something else in it. Something familiar and bad. Thinking about all the times he died is weird. He’s used to a more normal amount of death, AKA none.

Well. Unless Kravitz was right.

Kravitz.

Taako’s thinking about Kravitz now. He’d intended to charm Kravitz into dropping the whole, y’know, looped death thing, while they were on that date to the Chug ‘n’ Squeeze, but he’d actually had an okay time. His charms weren’t really needed, either. Since their last meeting in Lucas’ lab, he’d definitely seemed a lot more agreeable.

Almost shooting him in the back was kinda awkward though.

One of these days he should really get the umbra staff checked out. It keeps doing shit without consulting him first which, first of all, rude. It was probably cursed or something. It carved some letters into a wall, exploded Ango’s cookies, and it had almost ruined his date with Death. That was all incredibly inconvenient.

Still, Taako thinks about the cost of removing a curse and thinks about his empty coin purse and shrugs. As long as it doesn’t kill anyone he otherwise wants alive, he’s good.

Does Kravitz count as alive?

...Does the Grim Reaper even sleep?

Luckily for Taako, he’s got the Grim Reaper on speed dial. Kravitz gave him the ability to contact him via his Stone of Farspeech when he wanted Taako to schedule their chat about the fate of Refuge, and he’d never taken it away. Well, he’s about to get a late-night call from the one and only Taako.

Taako tucks his legs under himself and pulls out his Stone of Farspeech. A second later, he speaks into it.

“Krav, my man! You awake, dawg? Taako wants to chat!”

His voice echoes around the empty room for a moment. It’s silent for a moment. Taako purses his lips together. If Kravitz sleeps, how does he find time to reap people? Is it a 9-to-5 gig? Does he get paid vacation time? Dental? What are the benefits to being Death? Is there an employee discount at every funeral or something?

“Taako..? Wh- why on earth are you calling me at two in the morning?!” Kravitz’ voice appears at last, sounding more worried than anything, disrupting Taako’s train of thought.

“Cause I wanted to chat, homie!! Got nothing else to do,” Taako replies, relaxing a little more on the couch. How does this guy even sound handsome? Taako silently appreciates he’s dropped the accent.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” His tone loses that worried quality to it. Taako raises an eyebrow to the empty room.

“Elves don’t need to sleep. Sure, I like a good snooze every now and again- who doesn’t? Which reminds me, actually. Hey, do you sleep? I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Taako teases.

“Well, no, I don’t need to sleep, but-,” Kravitz begins, interrupted by Taako.

“I didn’t call you in the middle of a reaping, did I? Oof, that would be awk-ward! Your soul being taken by the Grim Reaper, only for his good pal Taako to make a special appearance. Ooh, what if they’re a fan?” Taako can envision himself twirling something as he speaks, though what he’s not entirely sure.

“Taako, Taako, no, I’m not- I’m not busy, I, wh-, why did you wanna chat? Is there even a reason?” Kravitz sounds like he’s feigning annoyance now. Taako beams at the empty room. Still, his question stumps him momentarily. Did he have an actual reason beyond asking questions?

Taako lets out a hum in response, thinking. A beat later, Kravitz speaks again. He stops and starts every now and again.

“L-listen, Taako. I, uh. If this is… Okay, I really enjoyed our… uh, when we hung out, but if this is some form of, of booty call-”

Taako interrupts him with loud laughter. When he composes himself, he speaks again. “Oh, no, no sweetie, honey, homie, you’ll know when it’s a booty call. Besides, we’ve only had one date. Buy me dinner and we’ll see where things go.” He’s goofing, of course, but… well he’d be lying if the idea of another date didn’t appeal to him.

Taako swears he hears Kravitz sigh, either in amusement or exasperation, or a mixture of both. “Well if that’s not it, why did you contact me?”

“Well, they say you’re supposed to wait a few days after the first date to call them back, make ‘em wait-,” Taako begins.

“Taako,” Kravitz interrupts, semi-stern. Taako rolls his eyes.

“Fiiiiine! I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to ask you a bunch of shitty questions about being the Grim Reaper,” he admits eventually, pouting a little that Death could pull the real answer from him so easily.

“If you wanted to ask questions, you coulda asked them on our date, y’know.” This time, Kravitz sounds like he’s teasing. Taako’s glad he used the word ‘date’ this time, even if he’s being teased.

“Well I didn’t think of them til now, doofus,” Taako retorts. “Unless you want every date to be an interrogation.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Oh, so you weren’t kidding about, about dinner, then,” Kravitz states, a hint of surprise in his voice. He seems to hear himself, and hurries to explain. “I-I mean, I’d be happy to! I’m just, well. Surprised, I guess. I, I wasn’t sure if you were… as… interested, I suppose.” Taako smiles a little to himself. Kravitz is adorable. “Are, uh, are there restaurants on the moon?”

Taako taps his chin. “There’s a mess hall. That’s not very intimate, though. Plus my umbra staff acted up twice there, and you know how well that went the last time, with you and me.”

“Wait, that wasn’t the first time it’s done something out of your control? Taako, I really think you should get it checked for curses-”

Taako waves a hand in the air, calling for Kravitz to calm down. He quickly remembers they’re talking through Stones of Farspeech and switches to actual audible words. The lie comes quick and easy. “Don’t worry, broseph, I’m getting it checked out next week. For sure.”

“...Okay, but please, Taako, be careful with an object like that.” Kravitz seems reluctant to drop the topic, but says no more about it. “Then, uh... how about something planetside?”

“For our second date? Sure, if you can find somewhere good enough for Taako, and his date Death,” Taako points out. He hesitates. His next words are semi-scandalised. “Do you even eat food?”

Kravitz lets out an awkward chuckle. “Well, I don’t need to, but I do eat every now and again. Just for the taste, more than anything. I, uh, I don’t get hungry.”

“Well fuck it, if taste is all you want, we should have dinner here on the moonbase. I can cook up a storm better than any shitty chef in Neverwinter. I’m Taako from TV, remember?” Taako announces loudly.

The idea of cooking dinner for the two of them is one hundred percent better than a meal in some restaurant somewhere. He can charm Kravitz with food this way… His speciality. Especially now that he knows the poisoning incident wasn’t his fault.

Kravitz laughs. When he speaks again, Taako can hear his smile. “Y’know, that… that actually sounds nice.”

“Also,” Taako speaks up again, breaking the somewhat romantic tension with a loud demand that leaves Kravitz giggling. “Just so we’re clear. This is definitely not a business date this time. This is one hundred percent pleasure and I don’t wanna hear a single goof about dragging me off to hell or wherever the fuck. Seriously. I just died, like, eleven times in a row. I’m kinda sensitive on the subject.”

“Okay, I won’t talk about work, got it.” Kravitz still sounds like he’s smiling. Goddamnit. Taako wants to see that smile again.

“Why not right now?” He asks the question before he can stop himself, and he’s not about to take it back, so he just bites his lip and waits.

“Now? At two in the morning? Don’t you share a living space with Merle and Magnus?”

Damn.

“Yeah, it’s okay. We can schedule this for when those two idiots are away.” Taako tries his best not to sounds disappointed. He fails. He’s tired and sore and… if he’s being honest? A little lonely. Which makes no sense.

“Taako,” Kravitz sighs. “If there’s something else wrong… I know we’ve only hung out a few times, and the majority of those involved attempts to kill you, but you know I’m here for you, right? ...I can’t imagine dying over and over was pleasant. If, uh, if you need someone to talk to, besides Magnus and Merle, and the, the others on the moonbase, I-I mean, you have access to my Stone of Farspeech. Obviously at, uh, at any hour.”

Taako’s struck by the sincerity of those words. He really can’t come up with something clever fast enough in response, so instead he lets out a slightly hysterical, “Natch, homie!!”

Kravitz doesn’t respond to that. They sit in silence for a handful of heartbeats. Well, a handful for Taako; his heart is hammering away.

It takes a long, long time, but Taako does eventually give in. His voice is low and defeated when he speaks.

“Okay. Yeah. I’m-,” his voice cracks a little. He pauses. “I’m a little messed up about, about dying. And, uh. Watching my friends die. And everyone in that town. It hit me harder than I thought it would.”

Kravitz doesn’t respond for a second. When he does, it’s so soft and kind and sincere.

“Do you wanna have that date now?”

Taako rubs at his dry eyes with the heel of his palm. There’s no tears. He sniffs. “We’d have to be quiet so we don’t wake mmmmMagnus n’ Merle. Fuck them for having the same first initial.”

Kravitz lets out a soft chuckle. “I’ll be right there. Don’t be spooked when I appear.”

“Why would I be spooked by the Grim Reaper appearing at my door late one night, after I’ve just got done a bunch of dying?” Taako drawls back.

“Who said anything about a door?”

Taako spins around at his suddenly very near voice and spots Kravitz. A rift is closing up behind him and his scythe melts away into thin air. He’s a couple feet behind the couch, wearing the warmest smile a cold man like him ever could. Physically cold. His demeanour, once you have a date with him, really warms up, as far as Taako is concerned.

Despite himself, Taako beams. Kravitz smiles right back.

[ohlookitsabi]

Never Ever - bucky Barnes x Reader - Part II

Warnings: Swearing - Mentions of sex - Sex? like the tiniest bit bc i cant - A lame ass attempt at kissing? I guess xD Let me know i’f ive missed anything!

Synopsis: You recall Memories of your time with Bucky in the 40′s.

Part One

Masterlist!

A/N: This took AGES to come out! Im sorry! 

A/N 2: Im Watching Civil war tomorrow [today] so hopefully i should have another part out soon, If you guys want one that is. Let me know! 

Last time. 

After the ‘ Winter Soldier ‘ had gone, you were all Taken into Custody by Shield. You noticed something off with Steve. When he said it, the words you never ever expected to hear.

“ It was Bucky “

Pain flooded through your entire body at the mention of your Ex lovers nickname. He couldn’t be the winter soldier, could he? No, Surely the fall would have killed him - from what you’d been told by Steve, it was way to high for him to have survived. He’s dead. Right? 

You glanced over to Steve, sending him a shape, deadly glare. “ Fucking Bullshit “ You hissed, attempting to cross your arms over your chest, Only to forget about the cuffs currently secured around your wrists. So instead, you opt for a huff, grumbling quietly to yourself before steve speaks up again.

“ It was “ He tells you, looking at you “ I know his face, I swear, I'm not.. Lying to you (Y/N) “ yet all he gets from you is a growl, followed by yet another death Glare. 

Stood on the bridge with Steve. Fury is alive, what a surprise that was. Now, here you stand, head in your hands. Bucky is alive. How? You don’t know. According to steve, he has no recollection of who he is - Himself or steve. He’s working for Hydra - a soldier. Why? You do’t know that either. But it hurts you. The pain you thought you would never feel again, is real, and god, it hurts even more than it did 70 years ago.

You close your eyes, letting out a small sigh, thinking back to the first time you met James. 

It was a simple night at the bar with some of your friends. Sat around a table, a pint glass in hand, laughing along to something one of your friends had said. That was when you spotted him - well, the uniform was the first thing you saw. It fit, perfectly, and my, you couldn’t help but internally moan. Your friends noticed, of course, and instantly started with the teasing. You ignored them, and continued about your night.

Little did you know, Bucky had spotted you to, and after chatting to Steve about you - was planning on talking to you. Everyone knew Bucky wasn’t shy about talking to the ladies - he found it one of the easiest things to do in life, and wearing the uniform helped considerably. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. God, You were just so beautiful.

You were stood at the bar - getting another round of drinks for you and your friends when he finally walked over. He leaned on the bar next to you, which got yout attention. You turned your head towards him, reading to tell him to go away. When you saw the uniform again, your legs twitched, a smile twitching onto your lips. “ Hey Gorgeous “ were the first words he spoke to you, and god, you were putty in his hands from that point on. Well and truly fucked, just from the way he spoke, and the way he looked at you. 

A smile lifts to your lips at the memory, turning to look around, before sighing to yourself. “ I miss you, Bucky “ you spoke, really to no one in particular, since no one was even around with you.  You closed your eyes yet again. This time, thinking back to the first time Bucky told you he loved you. 

He’d taken you dancing. On the walk back to your apartment. It was cold, and you had his suit jacket slid over your shoulders, leaning on him as your walked because your heels were hurting your feet. Always the gentleman. You’d been dating for 3 months - and it was the happiest three months of your entire existence. You both stopped outside your door, turning around and sliding the jacket from your shoulders, handing it back to the male in front of you. He slid it back on, and smiled at you, thanking you. 

You shook your head at him, thanking him for the amazing night, as usual, and before you know it, your arms are around his neck, his hands placed gently on your waist, your lips pressed together. The kiss is gentle, sweet, just like the man himself - most of the time. You both pull away, foreheads resting against each others, a smile on both of your faces when he whispers it, just enough for you to hear hm. “ I love you “ and your grin only gets wider, you whisper it back ‘ I love you too “ before you bring him in for another kiss, this time is different - full of emotion, passion, and it makes you weak at the knees. 

Just thinking about Bucky’s kisses made you weak. When your eyes are closed, you can still feel the tingle of his lips against your own, and it makes you feel happy, a warm feeling build in your chest, but when you realise that you will probably never feel it again, your heart shatters, and you lose more of your already broken soul. So you close your eyes again, and wait for a memory to surface.

This time, your laid in Bucky’s bed, the sheets pulled up to just under your shoulders. Bucky walks out of the bathroom, dog tags hung around his neck, resting on his bare chest. He sees you awake, and grins at you lazily “ Mornin’ doll “ He walks over to the bed, tossing the sheet back and sliding under, dropping it and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against him and nuzzling his face into your neck. You laugh, sliding your hand into his and entwining your fingers together. “ Mornin’ Handsome “ You purr back sweetly, hearing and feeling him laugh against your neck at the nickname you have for him. 

You twist around in his arms, his face lifting from your neck to look at you. You smile at him, taking your hand and combing it through his short hair. His eyes close, and he hums at the feeling. You smile, and press a soft, short kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck this time. and that’s how the two of you stay, for a while at least.

You sniffle, lifting your hand and using your sleeve to dab at the tears leaking from the corner of your eyes. You curse yourself silently for letting memories that are 70 years old effect you in such a way. When you close your eyes again, you remember the last time you saw Bucky. Oh, what a night that was.

Having been out most of the night, the two of you walk into Bucky’s apartment. You fling off your heels before the two of you head upstairs, Bucky stripping from his clothes as he goes. By the time you reach his room, Bucky is wearing his boxers and dog tags. He drops his clothes by his closet and looks at you, laughing as he sees you struggling, almost as if you’re a dog chasing your tail, attempting to get your dress undone. He walks over, sliding his hands over your shoulders and unzipping the dress slowly, his hands sliding back to the straps at the top, to which he lowered, his head lowering and his mouth pressing small kisses to where the straps had once been. You sighed, your muscles and shoulders relaxing visibly. 

You felt him smirk against your skin, his hand releasing the straps and allowing the dress to fall to the floor. You remove yourself from bucky by steeping out of it, bending over to pick the dress up, moving to the chair bucky keeps in his room and hanging it over the back. You turn, smiling and walking over to Bucky once again,. His hands grasp your hips, and he pulls you to him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips - passionate, hungry, and full of love - it makes you weak at the knees, and a moan is ripped from your throat. You cling to him, desperate to feel his hands anywhere you can.

That night is full of passion, need and hunger. Knowing its the last time you’ll see him, feel him for months, you both make the most of it. You hardly sleep, the room alight with heavy breathing, moans and breathy mutters of each others names. You had no idea that it would be the last time you’d ever feel his skin against your own, the last time you’d feel his lips against your soft skin. The last time you’d feel his cock. The Last time you’d feel your Bucky. 

You push yourself from your leaning position, your arms wrapping around yourself. The tears have come back, and now they flow freely, and you silently cry. Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to you - and yet, he’s caused you more pain than anyone ever has. Not on purpose. You look down at the floor, wiping away your tears and regaining composure. You take a deep breath, before you turn and walk away.

No more re living memories. You don’t want to feel the pain of lose anymore. You just want to feel bucky in your arms again.

[beautifulprompto]

Night (Link/Reader)

a.n: another thing from my dA that i decided to bring over to my blog bc i liked how this turned out. if you want to read on dA, you can find it here

Despite the kingdom being destroyed a century ago, Hyrule still held its natural beauty that could never be ruined, not even by the darkest of evil. The amber sky shone upon the wide green fields of Hyrule, the gentle breeze rustling the grass quietly, as though it was not wishing to disturb anyone. The occasional flock of birds appeared overhead as the sun began to set, casting a warming glow. Walking alongside Link, you discovered a small, abandoned shed, with a small campfire, and you decided to rest there until morning. Link had found you trying to fend off a small group of bokoblins by yourself, and, with your melee skills with a pitchfork, and Link's almost natural skill with a blade, you managed to kill them before getting injured. You decided to team up and travel the endless land, trying to help him recover the Divine Beasts and his memories. The two of you became good friends, and with your combined survival skills you were a pretty unstoppable force when going against monsters. During the time you traveled with him you had noticed that he was a very attractive man as well (although you would never actually admit to him randomly, it needs to be a perfect moment). In the quiet of the ruined kingdom you and Link sat in a comfortable silence for a small while, watching clouds slowly move by, and soon enough the glow of nighttime insects started to surround the trees. You started a fire with your remaining firewood, whilst Link scavenged the shed to find anything valuable. Once the fire had begun to crackle, Link came walking out of the shed with a small cooking pan. "Want to cook anything?" He asked with a smile, grabbing sturdy branches to set up a makeshift cooker over the fire. You nodded, only just realizing how hungry you actually were after a long day of finding shrines.

"How about some of that meat from the hunting today?" You asked hopefully, practically daydreaming about eating meat skewers. Link nodded, pulling some of the raw meat from his belongings. "Do you have any mushrooms? Those'll go well with the meat." He said, sitting down in front of the fire. You shifted through your bag and found a few small ones, sighing in defeat. "These are the last few, and they're not that big, too. We really need to go through the woods tomorrow to find more." You suggested, handing them to Link. He nodded again in agreement, and tossed everything into the pan, beginning to cook. It was times when he was concentrated like this that you took the time to study him, noting down what you think makes him so attractive. When he cooks, his eyebrows begin to knot in concentration, like he's trying not to mess up the dish, although he never does. When he's confident with how the meal is cooking, he begins to hum to himself, almost like you're not even there, a song that perhaps he used to hear in his past. Your eyes begin to wander and notice his broad shoulders and slim, but sturdy build, the small dip in his skin between his collarbones, his dirty blonde hair that slightly covers his magnificently blue eyes, the piercings in his ears that match his eyes well, the small hair tie he has, and for a few seconds your fingers itch to brush through his long hair. "It's done, here." Link says, breaking you out of your daze with a kind smile and a meat and mushroom skewer. You blink a few times before taking it from him with a smile and a small "Thank you." You both ate in comfortable silence. There wasn't need for talk, as both of you knew each others day already, plus, you had already told him everything about you, and he barely remembers anything about himself. Once you had both finished, the sun had nearly set, so you added more fuel to the fire and attempted to gain its warmth, seeing as it became quite cold in the woods when it became dark. "Do you know if there was anything to sleep on in the shed?" You asked Link, hoping there was something to help keep warmth. "I don't know, but I'll go look again." He said, standing and walking a few steps to the shed. "There isn't much, but there is a few worn pillows and some thick blankets." You smiled. "Here, bring them out, I'll set up a makeshift bed." You told him, and he carried out the items. You rolled out the large blanket across the smoothest part of the ground, and then grabbed the worn pillows and arranged them into a line across the top of the blanket. "Uh, seeing as there's not enough blankets, we'll have to share a bed, I hope that's okay.." You said, your cheeks flushing slightly. Link smiled. "That's okay, unless its not okay with you?" You shook your head quickly. "No! Of course not, I don't mind at all." You gushed. "Stupid," you thought. Link removed his sword and shield and placed it on the log next to him, and he sighed as he rested his head on a pillow, curling into a ball on the blanket. You had to admit, he really was cute sometimes. He had shut his eyes, a blissful look on his face. Then, one of his bright blue eyes opened, and he said, "Are you gonna grab the other blanket and sleep, or..?" You gasped quietly. "Oh! Right, sorry.." You said, lying on your back next to him and throwing the blanket over both of you, your warmth beginning to seep through. You awkwardly lay awake, however, as the thought of Link sleeping right next to you was making your heart race uncontrollably. It almost seemed like Link could sense your discomfort; slightly groggily, he opened his eyes again, and sighed when he saw you still wide awake. "(Name), you need rest." He muttered sleepily. He then stretched his arms open next to you. "C'mere." He said. You blushed, and stuttered a small "O-okay" before hesitantly moving into his arms, and, you couldn't help it, once you had felt his warmth from his body, the comfort of his gentle arms, and his natural smell of apple and fern, you sighed dreamily. He chuckled, the vibrations deep and somewhat soothing to you as you blushed deeply. "You couldn't be more in love with me if you tried, y'know." He commented as he gazed at your blushing face. "W-what? I mean, yeah, but, what?" You stuttered, covering your face with your hands. "You stare at me all the time and blush a lot when I'm being nice, I can tell you like me." He commented idly. He placed a small kiss on your forehead. "It's cute, really. You're cute." You grinned, moving so that your face is snuggled in his chest. "You're too nice to me sometimes." He chuckled again. "Well, that just proves that I'm in love, too." He spoke softly. And you spent that night sleeping close, and you slept close like this for many nights after.