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people often say its far easier to comprehend something and just as easy to get excited about things you know about in advance, when speaking of spoilers to media, reading wikis before engaging with firsthand, and while i certainly agree, i feel like the uncertainty and initial confusion are severely underrated parts of the human experience... its a real ride when you first attempt to make sense of something, interpreting and misinterpreting stuff as you go, symbolism everchanging and free. when i first played ahit i had no idea what to expect, id seen a few letsplays but couldnt make sense of anything happening or what any locations were supposed to represent at all, i was also far too annoyed by the players skipping collecting every visible pon lol... my first playthrough was detached and level headed, i didnt really react to anything, but i did go "oh the express owls are my favorite characters.. the badge seller is my favorite character... subconites are my favorite now, i think?.. no, its nomads... alpine skyline is my favorite location, no, scratch that, its subcon.. but i like mafia town too..." like i was completely entangled in everything. it felt like a really huge and complex game, like when i first approached vanessas manor i was absolutely convinced in her huge and empty and oppressive ice glove there were npcs and maybe a passage to another village... not necessarily connected to her in any way, just present. i always describe ahit as a game that feels like dreamed of it, and yet its real and fully playable. i think thats why i vastly prefer the base game to the dlcs, the wonky and disjointed graphics add to the comfort of it all
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On the Red-Dirt Road Finale
Pt. 1 Â
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
Before, Chop Top whacked MJ in the head to knock her out. While MJ was knocked out, she remembered the things that Pennywise translated out for Jason by accident. âDoes he really think Iâm immature? how does he put up to my actions and reactions?â. MJ was tearing up during her unconsciousness. She didnât think that Jason would dare to come rescue her; since sheâs been disobeying her husbandâs request, why would he bother? he could be a free man, the kind that can do his bidding.
In the darkness of her unconsciousness, she heard a loud ringing. âDINNER TIME.â Drayton shouted, as he was ringing the bell. MJ woke up feeling all wet and sweaty; perhaps from the aftershock after getting whacked in the head. âYer goinâ to love Grand-dad, heâs a one-hitter when it comes to hammerinâ down victims.â Drayton explains. He was expecting a scream or a squeal, however, she was quiet. âWhatâs the matter, arenât yeh excited for dinner? I know I am, and grandpa too... which reminds me *to his brothers* HURRY UP YOU SLOW-POKES, ITâS DINNER TIME.â Drayton shouted to his brothers.
***
MJ didnât move a muscle the whole time, even if Chop Top tries to scare the crap out of her, she wouldnât flinch. âThe bitch is in a depressed state; she thought she can be a hero and save her daughter, but instead, she went down to her fate.â Drayton explained with a chuckle. Bubba stares sadly at MJ, before he walked over to her to wipe away the tears thatâs been staining her cheeks. âGood call, Grandpa hated salty brew.â Drayton said.
After MJâs face was cleaned, Bubba carried MJ all the way to the washtub next to grandpa, where grandpa does a one-hitter, only, he keeps dropping the hammer multiple times. If MJ had the moment to make the mock, sheâd say:Â 'Heâs a one-hitter alright, he really hits the floor to its death.' But sheâs just accepting her fate. When grandpa got the aim, she was knocked out again.
The Sawyers were going to do more to her, until they noticed that the ceiling is falling apart, and that theyâve all heard a weird noise. The noise was coming from the large pipe. Jason jumped out, making a threatening chi chi and ah ah. Even though Drayton have met Jason before, he couldnât recognize him under his Hockey Mask. âWhatâs the big idea! What business do you have?â Drayton shouted at the intruder. Jason first removed his hockey mask then puts it back on. âAh, Jason is it, whatâcha doinâ wearing a hockey mask?â Drayton asked with a fake smile. Drayton was unaware that Chop Top was petrified; he knew that the hockey-masked guy was The Camp Blood Legend.
Jason saw from over Draytonâs shoulder, was his wife with her face in the washtub, then the old creepy man in a wheelchair with a hammer. Jason stared angrily at Drayton. âOh uh, look... I tell you what sonny, Iâll give you some money, if you just spare us and be on your way.â Drayton said while holding out the money from his pocket. Jason doesnât give a damn about money, he wanted his wife, alive, so he raised his machete and charged at the boys. Jason successfully stabbed Drayton in the behind, which will give him quite a shock. Drayton crawled under the table in fear. Chop Top gave grandpa the hammer before he cowers in fear. âBubba, getâem down, heâs no match for you, getâem!â Chop Top yelled out at his little brother. Bubba didnât want to move a muscle; he gave Jason the friendship bracelet a long time ago, does he really want to kill off his friend?Â
While Bubba thinks, he remembers what Malon has told him, about making the choice for himself, and listen to his own heart. Jason shoved grandpa out of the way and caused the wheelchair to roll backwards. Jason cut the binds from MJâs arms and tries to wake her up. MJ only groans as sheâs trying to get out of her unconsciousness, so Jason lifted up his mask and gave her a kiss by the lips, to help her snap out of her unconsciousness. â...Jay?â MJ said groggily. Jason nodded while tearing up. As Jason hugged his wife tight, Chop Top was going to whack both Jason and MJ in the head, with a hammer that he has picked up when Grandpa fell. Bubba saw what his brother is going to do, so he gave his brother a good whack in the head with a lamp to give him a shock. Jason and MJ were shocked to what theyâve just witnessed. âBubba! You saved our lives?â MJ asked in shock. Bubba nodded while whimpering; he hit his own brother, his own family, but he canât stand to see his friends get killed, not when Malon will be missing them.
Without the Voorhees or Bubba knowing, Drayton took a grenade from the Nubbins corpseâs pocket and pulled the ring off of it. âCome with us, Bubba; you can relive a happy life, away from your traumatic events.â MJ offered. When Bubba was about to accept, he heard a faint noise from under the table. Bubba then noticed the grenade that Drayton was using, so Bubba squealed at the Voorhees to make them leave, while Bubba goes over to stop the grenade from hitting his friends, even if it means giving his own life for them.
***
Malon and Aquarius were waiting outside, while Pennywise lays on the sofa to settle his stomach. Then they both heard an explosion. âWhat was that!?â Malon asked in panic. Aquarius saw that the hideout was about to collapse, so she held Malon in her arms, to prevent her from looking out the bus window. âIs mom and dad back yet?â Malon asked with worry. âPenny, can you sense anything?â Aquarius asked with hope. âI donât know, Iâm still recovering from my tummy ache.â Pennywise answered. Malon didnât care if Aquarius didnât want Malon to see, she squirmed out of her grasp and rushed outside. âMOM... DAD...â Malon called out.Â
Aquarius rushed out to Malonâs side. âMalon... Youâre a big girl now, and I believe itâs time for you to face the music... I donât think your parents made it out.â Aquarius said sadly. Malon looked up with tears. âNO, my dad is alive, and heâs keeping mommy alive too, I just know it... I can feel it!â Malon said with angry tears in her eyes.
After a few minutes, and the dust is settling, theyâve noticed a large figure coming towards them; Jason was carrying his wife bridal-style out of the dust. âTheyâre alive, thank God!â Aquarius praised. âMOM... DAD.â Malon shouted out before running towards them with happy tears. Jason puts MJ on the ground so they can both give Malon a heartwarming hug. âLook at us, weâre together again... As a family.â MJ said while tearing up. Then something came to Malonâs mind. âWhereâs Bubba?â Malon asked in concern. âI wanted to thank him, and take him home with us.â Malon said. Jason and MJ stared sadly at each other before staring back at Malon. âSweetie, Bubba risked his life for us, he went down with his brothers; itâs all he ever wanted.â MJ explained sadly. Malonâs mouth was wide open after hearing that. âYou mean heâs... No... No... NO...â Malon collapsed down with tears running down her eyes. âThatâs not fair, Bubba did not deserve this!â Malon bawled. Jason hated to see Malon crying so hard, but he had to get Malon and MJ onto the bus, so he waved at Aquarius to walk Malon into the bus, while Jason carries his wife into his arms again.
***Â
Once Pennywise was driving, Aquarius took a look at MJâs injured foot. âI think itâs cute when Bubba tries to fix it with a âHello Kittyâ band-aid, however, it wonât help with the possible infection. When we get back home, weâll make a stop at my cousinâs place; she performs tetanus shots and other vaccinations. But for now, we have to clean it up and patch it up.â Aquarius said while fixing MJâs foot.
While Aquarius was cleaning MJâs foot, MJ and Jason were looking at Malon in the back of the bus. Malon was still upset for what Bubba has put himself into. Jason wanted to join Malon by laying down next to her. He was going to wrap his arm around her, but he assumes that Malon was not in the mood to be cuddled. Until he felt Malon snuggling against him, and wrapped her arm around her dad. Jason also saw Malon tearing up, and is rubbing her face against his side, so Jason patted her head and gave her multiple kisses.
***Â
After Pennywise drove past the border, Aquarius insisted that they stop at the diner for breakfast. However, Malon didnât want to eat; she was too much in destress to eat. But MJ and Jason didnât want Malon to not eat, so they both decided to stay with Malon for a few minutes. âYou two go ahead, weâll come in eventually.â MJ said.Â
So, once the Grays went in, MJ and Jason sat next to Malon to talk to her. âSweetheart, we understand that youâre sad over Bubba, but you have to understand that he gave his life for us.â MJ explained. âBut why doesnât Bubba want to come with us? We could have given him a happy life, away from his abusive brothers.â Malon asked with confusion. âHe didnât come with us, because he didnât want to leave his brothers; theyâre his family.â MJ answered. âEven though theyâve been mean to him? Siblings should never be mean to their siblings.â Malon said.Â
MJ paused as she tries to think of a response. When she looked over at her husband, something came up. âLet me ask you this Malon, remember when your grandparents came over for a visit, and that theyâve been mean to daddy?â MJ asked. Malon nodded. âWell, mainly grandpa, but yeah.â Malon added. âWell, if my parents offered to take you home with them, would you go? I mean, my dad knew that your dad is a serial-killer.â MJ asked. âOf course not, I love you and dad very much! I know dad kills trespassers, but thatâs only because heâs protecting us from harm.â Malon explained. âThere you go; even though Bubba was bullied by his brothers, it doesnât mean he wants to leave them.â MJ explained.Â
Malon nodded slowly after hearing the facts. âIt doesnât help to state the fact that heâs now dead...â Malon said. âBut Iâm assuming that heâs happy in heaven, and he would want me to be happy too... Though, is it alright for me to be sad?â Malon asked. âOf course.â MJ answered while giving her daughter a hug. Jason smiled at his girls for sharing a bond, until his wife pulled his arm to join in the hug. Once the conversation is settled, the Voorhees went into the diner for a hearty-breakfast.Â
However, for what Malon has witnessed at the hideout, she didnât want to eat any meat, so she asked the waitress to hold any meat products; such as sausages, ham, and bacon. âMalon, you love bacon, whatâs wrong?â MJ asked. âClearly for what your kid has been through, she doesnât want to eat any meat that came from a living creature. So, she chose to live her life as a vegetarian.â Pennywise explained for Malon. âNo one was asking you Penny.â Aquarius informed. âSweetie, being a vegetarian is a big decision; it can be life changing if your body wasnât used to having protein.â MJ explained. Malon didnât respond to that; her traumatic event caused her to not have anything to do with murder.Â
Jason understands what sheâs thinking, if he were in Malonâs shoes, he wouldnât want to eat meat either, thank goodness for him, he can still eat steak. Jason isnât too worried; Malon is still young, so she might change her mind about wanting to be a vegetarian... He hopes.
Bonus
Back in Texas, the construction workers were taking care of the demolition of The Texas Battle Land. When one of the crew workers was eating his sandwich, he heard someone approaching from behind. When the man turned around, he saw a large man in a leather mask. As the man screamed in terror, Bubba chopped him up with a chainsaw. Once the man is dead, he swung his chainsaw around in the air on the road by the abandoned amusement park.
The End??? Â
#Friday the 13th#Jason Voorhees#IT#IT Chapter 2#Pennywise#Pennywise the Dancing Clown#Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2#Bubba Sawyer#Leatherface#Drayton Sawyer#Chop Top Sawyer#Fandom#Fanfiction#MJ#Malon#Aquarius#Aquarius the Singing Clown
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It Rains Aboard the February
Short thing I wrote while abroad. SciFi Horrorish? Might revisit some time to do more with it.
Please check out the tags for trigger warnings. Gonna list 'em up here too:
#tw child death #tw blood #tw gore #tw overt racism #tw mention of unaliving
"I heard this thing can go twice as fast as those military planes. You know, the ones radar can't see," said Markus, watching the sun arc over the curve of the world from the porthole of the February. He swirled his cocktail in one hand, pressed a finger to the impossibly thick glass.
"Are you all set, sir?" the server at his elbow asked. Her nametag said something he didn't know how to pronounce.
"Sure," he replied, waving her away.Â
She left with a click of heels and the whoosh of heavily filtered air. He'd have to tell Lockheed about the sound the door made--too loud, disruptive. The instinct to check his smartwatch came and went. He was supposed to be on vacation; no emails, no conference calls--something cold touched the back of his neck and he wiped at it, distracted by the swirl of clouds over Canada. If he asked, maybe the pilot would let him use one of the telescopes to find Sarah sitting on the back porch of her mother's house where she'd fled from the states, from him, her hands dirty with garden dirt.Â
Markus drank the rest of his cocktail, nose wrinkling. Vacation, he reminded himself. He was in orbit on Lockheed's dime, for chrissakes. Jettisoned as far away from everything as humanly possible by the fuel of grit and prosperity, good service, good practice and long nights standing between Lockheed and the budding union heads in untailored suits.
He left the lounge for the spa. A massage would get his mind off things.
***
Stretched out on his stomach, he floated in the red warmth behind his eyelids, Anita's blunt knuckles kneading at a knot in the meat of his shoulder. He grunted when her weight bore down.
Anita asked, "Good? Bad?"
"Fine," he said. A little pain meant it was working. The white noise playing from the ceiling speakers changed to the hiss of soft rain, the hum of an engine, the padding under him fine Italian leather. "Can you change the noise?" he asked.
The masseuse hummed, her soft footsteps going to the side table. "Batteries are dead. Lo siento, I will find more," she apologized, hurrying out.Â
Markus grumbled and shifted on the table under the towel. Water hit him, cold and wet, slithering down his arm. "Anita, what the fuck is leaking?" he called.Â
"La lluvia," said a girl's voice above the sound of traffic and water dripping into a gutter.Â
Markus shoved himself up onto his elbows and craned his neck. Who the fuck had brought their kid--
She stood in a paisley raincoat in the shadow beyond the doorway, dripping water onto the shining plex floor.Â
Markus grabbed at the towel around his waist, scrambling off the table. He slipped and landed hard on his hip, "Fuck." He could see her small legs and her rainboots between the legs of the massage table.Â
Don't worry, Lockheed had told him. We'll deal with it. It was raining. You didn't see her. You hydroplaned. Accidents happen. The car was brand new and so fast, he wasn't used to it yet, he didn't know how the light had been red. Horrible tragedy, not worthy of manslaughter, your honor. Mister Markus Holland regrets--
"La lluvia," said the girl in the raincoat.Â
Then it poured in buckets, soaking through his towel, hammering against his shoulders. The room would fill. He would drown. No matter the sleeping pills, the drinks, the company bonuses--he would drown.
"Mister Holland," Anita said, standing over him, brown eyes large and worried, dry. "Did you fall?"
No girl, no water. Markus clambered to his feet. "No, I--did you bring a goddamn kid here?" he yelled. He must've seen her welfare brat running around somewhere and it made him remember.
Anita blinked. "No, no there are no children on the ship, Mister Holland," she answered. "Do you...want me to work more on you or?"
Markus stormed out, tying the towel at his waist with shaking fingers. He should've been keeping up with the sleeping pills, even if they made him feel like shit in the morning. Lack of sleep could make a person hallucinate. In his room he took a dose, pulled on a pair of lounge pants and went to the large, plush bed to wait for them to kick in and his heart to stop hammering. It wasn't his fault. The Porsche had been fast--his first luxury car--the rain had been dense. Could happen to anyone.
The ceiling was made of asphalt, glistening with water and puddle mirrors. Her body was crumpled against the drain, leg at a wrong angle, fingers curled limp and pale.Â
He opened his mouth to scream. Water dripped from her hair into the back of his throat. No, no. It had been--
"La lluvia," she said, head lolling like it would come off.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"
Her eyes looked at him, glassy and discolored. One disoriented in the socket and showing pink muscle.Â
"They needed me. I was their golden boy. I couldn't go down for--for--"
Droplets let go from her fingers, tinged with red as they hit his face. The girl's eyes had been the same hazel as Sarah's as she'd served him divorce papers,"You can keep the car."
"I don't want the car. I don't want the money."
"You did, and you got them."
***
Sarah stretched out on the weathered porch boards, giving her back a break from pulling weeds out of the vegetable bed. The rabbits had done a number on it but she had more chicken wire coming. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she checked the number. 'Ralph LOCKHEED.' She didn't remember his last name anymore. Not that it mattered. She answered him with, "If you're going to try and apologize for Markus again, I'm tossing my phone in the creek."
"No," he answered quickly. "Don't hang up. Listen, Markus passed. The cops are investigating because he left a will. Emailed it out just before his death. He left you a lot of his assets. The rest are going to the mother of that girl he hit and, get this, a couple union heads he'd busted."
Sarah heard herself ask, "Did he kill himself?"
"That's the story the cops are going with, but here's the thing. He drowned."
"But...he was on the February, right? That fancy billionaire's spaceship?"
"Yes,â Ralph answered. âAnd he drowned."
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Roommate
Matt Murdock Ă reader
Cw: none?
Rating: G
Word count: 1k
Summary: You work from home when the former owner of the apartment gets undusted
(This can be read as gn!reader but is afab in future releases)
A/N: imagine you rented Mattâs apartment after he got snapped and now he suddenly appears again! I thought that was interesting and wrote this thing. Let me know if you want more :)
Raindrops slammed against the windows as if they had to prove that autumn was here. You sat at your desk typing a particularly hard email to your boss who became more and more demanding. There simply were not enough people to do the jobs and there was nothing you could do about that. More than five years ago half of the worldâs population had disappeared and even though Kevin from accounting was working hard to repopulate the earth, it would still take about 18 years until the babies from today could enter the work -
Crash! The loud noise from the living room made you jump from your chair. You held your breath and listened. Then you heard it, a groan and a quiet swear. Oh fuck, thereâs someone in my apartment. How did they get in? Judging from the fact that you were not faced with an armed robber right now, they had not noticed yet that you were home and maybe you could drive them out. You grabbed the metal bat you kept next to your bed and snuck to the living room door. Your heart hammered in your chest and the only thing you could hear was the rushing blood in your ears. Not the best moment for that, now that you needed to listen for any sound that person of people in your apartment made. Maybe if you came out swinging, they would retreat. You tried to listen but there was no movement in the living room, no steps, not that you could tell anyways. Maybe they were listing too? You swallowed hard, ripped the sliding door open, and swung your bat.Â
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
"Wow! Stop!"
The man that stood in your living room with his hands raised was not what you had expected. He wore a suit for one, not something burglars usually wore to commit a crime but the black glasses that sat on his nose were even stranger. With the thick rain clouds it was almost dark enough that you wanted to turn on the lights, but here was this guy literally wearing sunglasses. You grabbed the bat tighter. Even if he did not look like a threat that did not mean he was harmless.
"I donât know how you got in here but is my apartment and I want you out. Now."
To your confusion, he asked you if this was the apartment under your address and you said "Yes."
Why did he ask that? Was this some sort of distraction maneuver while some buddy of his arrived?
"Then this is my apartment."
You scoffed.
"Buddy, Iâm paying the rent so this is my place."
His brows furrowed behind the glasses.Â
"So, if you donât mind. The door is there."
You pointed with the bat and took a step forward, only then you saw it.Â
"What the fuck did you do to my table?"
One of the legs was broken out from under it and splinters surrounded it. Not even talking about the shattered mug next to it.Â
"I ⌠I was walking and it was suddenly in my way," his voice was alarmed now.Â
"What do you mean "it was suddenly in your way"? That table had been there for 2 years."Â
"And how did you not see it?" you added in exasperation. "Itâs red!"
Everyone told you that table was ugly but you loved it with fiery passion and now it was in pieces.
Your eyes threw daggers at the man. The corners of his mouth twitched and he took off the glasses.Â
"Iâm blind."
The manâs light brown eyes looked right through you and you waved your hand experimentally but there was no reaction, his pupils stay unfocused.Â
"I can hear you waving," he said and brought his hand to his hips. "What do you mean the table has been there for 2 years? I have lived here for 3 years."
I wonderâŚ
"Who are you? Whatâs your name?"
"Matthew Murdock."
That name echoed around in your head until it hit something, a memory.
"You got some id?"
He was not pleased but produced a wallet from inside his suit jacket and pulled out his id. It was him alright. The Id was set to expire in 2020. If your suspicion was true, this was totally possible.
"Wait here."
You rushed to the closet in the bedroom and pulled out a box from the top shelf that you never used. When you had moved in the landlord had told you you should clean out the rest of the stuff that was in the apartment, which was mainly stray letters that had arrived over the years. Whatever else had been in here, had been cleaned out by relatives or stolen. You had put the letters in a box, vowing to throw them out at some point, and had forgotten about them as soon as they had left your sight. The box had gathered dust on the closet and you coughed when you opened it.
"Oh boy."
There it was, Black on white: Matthew Michael Murdock, your address.
"What is it?"
Matthew stood at the door and listened. You plastered an apologetic smile on your face out of habit, even though he could not see it.
"Do you want a coffee? Or some tequila? Either way, I think you better sit down for this."
You flirted with the idea of a midday drinking but opted for a coffee instead. It did not mean you could not switch to something harder later.
"Okay, I donât how to say this so Iâll just say it."
Matthew sat opposite you in the fluffy armchair and listened.
"Itâs 2023," - his eyebrows crept up - "about 5 years ago half of every living thing on the earth just disappeared. And you were one of them."
"Youâre kidding me."
"I wish I was. Iâve been living in this apartment for 4 years."
Matthew sank into the armchair as if the weight of the knowledge was pressing him into the soft cushions. You sipped your coffee while he sat across from you letting the fact, that he had been dead for 5 years sink in. The skin around his left eye was green, like a faded bruise. Who the fuck would beat a blind man? He blinked slowly and finally said: "Can I get that tequila now?"
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My entry for the #tagminibang2022 is inspired by the artwork of @jbarkerstargazer which can be found at the end of the piece. Thanks to @tagminibang for setting this up. So, without further ado:
Roll Call
It had been, John reflected, one hell of a day. It was the sort of day that one couldnât simply switch off from.
Heh he laughed at himself Iâm starting to think like Penny.
After finally seeing his brothers safely home heâd found himself too wired to simply go to bed. The rehydrated meal hadnât exactly hit the spot either and had left him feeling restless but, unusually for him, with the inability to focus on anything in particular.
EOS hadnât understood. To her it was another successful mission, everybody returned safe and more or less sound.Â
âInternational Rescue has performed at higher than expected levelsâ sheâd said, confused. âGiven the parameters, more people were successfully saved than models anticipated.â
She was so very young.
How could he explain to her that it wasnât the close call Gordon had, or the shock Alan had faced or even that if Virgil had been even slightly less strong then it all would have gone horribly wrong? The problem was Scott. Scott had blindsided him, appearing on the comm with the little baby girl tucked under his arm. It shouldnât have gotten to him. International Rescue saved children just like they saved adults. Of course they did. Saving babies was rarer, but John had seen each of his brothers with a youngster or two. Heâd even pulled a six month old from the rubble of an old farm house after the twister in Oklahoma.
Perhaps he should have tried to explain, he mused some hours later, instead of blowing EOSâ confusion off. But instead of facing up to the memories and, worse still, the feelings that Scott and the little baby produced, heâd instead opted for a comfort he seldom, if ever, allowed himself on the space station; a long shower, lots of chocolate, his favourite book and, finally, most importantly, normal clothes.
Now he reclined on a long shelf in the gravity wheel, his right hand side pressed against the reinforced glass, as close as he could physically get to the velvet void beyond. With his paperback resting comfortably on his chest he finally felt the inner turmoil ease. Here, in his own personal safe haven, he allowed himself to remember, and for EOS sake, he started speaking out loud.
âItâs been a long time since I last saw Scott with someone so littleâ he said. Over his shoulder a camera ran quietly along its rail, signifying that EOS was listening. âBut, at one point, it was every day. Scott was only ten when our mother died, but Alan was just a baby.â
He could see it clearly in his minds eye. Around him Thunderbird Five faded away to be replaced by the family homestead. Outside the kitchen window rain hammered down, unleashed from heavy dark clouds that had turned the afternoon into a dark and dingy affair. Inside the kitchen Johnâs only elder brother sat at the table focusing intently on his mathletics homework.
âI know this will be a difficult concept for you EOS but when youâre only nine, your ten year old brother is so much older than you are. We all looked up to Scott, after we lost mom, and Iâm ashamed to say it took me longer than Iâd like to take on my share of the responsibility. But, at that time, I thought Scott had it all sorted.â
In his mindâs eye the rain worsened and a sudden flash lit up the usually cosy kitchen. Scott and John both looked to the window, each counting before a loud boom rent the air. John jumped, instinctively looking for mom who would tell him that everything was alright; it was just a storm. But, of course, she wasnât there. Dad was in his office and had told Scott he was not to be disturbed.
âItâs okay Johnnyâ Scott said. âJust a bit of noise is all.â Another thunderclap sallied forth and John bit his lip. Scott was right, it was just a bit of noise and noise couldnât hurt you. Upstairs the baby started crying having been rudely awoken from his nap by the terrible sound. Scott didnât leap up in a panic though. Like it was a completely natural, everyday occurrence, he turned his tablet off and put it aside.
âHey, can you check on Virgil for me?â He asked. âMaybe prise him away from the window and make sure itâs shut this time?â This made John smile a bit. The last time a storm this big had rolled though Virgil had only been about four and instead of being scared by the storm heâd been fascinated by it. Mom had thought heâd slept through it, only to find her little guy soaked through and almost hanging out his bedroom window.Â
At Johnâs nod Scott left and made his way calmly up to the nursery and a terrified young baby. John didnât see him again till much later that evening. The storm was still roiling outside and John had just convinced Gordon to go to bed - there was no point with Virgil, heâd be up until the storm died down or heâd put himself to bed if he got tired enough. Little came between him and sleep.
John wandered back to his own room, scolding himself for jumping at the latest boom. Once there he quickly hid under the covers (because it was cold, of course, not because of the storm). A short time later his door cracked open and Scott came in, little Alan balanced under one arm.
âSee Allie? Johnâs not scared of the storm. Heâs gone to bed like a good boy. And you saw Gordon, heâs also in bed like a good boy. Shall we check on Virgil now? I bet heâs not scared eitherâ and with that they turned to go, Scott softly pulling the door closed behind them.
John forgot all about it until the next big storm when the same thing happened again. It happened the storm after that too and the one following.
âIt became their thingâ John explained to his young AI. âEvery time there was a big storm, or a power outage or even if more than one of us were sick, Scott would pick Alan up and theyâd go round checking their brothers werenât scared. Alan even carried on once Scott joined USAF, though by that time Alan had to be real careful about just walking into his older brothers rooms in the dead of night unannouncedâ John laughed. âI guess he finally grew out of it.â
âBut I donât understand, Johnâ the AI said, sounding confused. John new that, whilst her response was instantaneous for him, for EOS sheâd held a long pause as sheâd thought about what heâd said. âWhat does that have to do with today?â
John sighed internally, trying to put his feelings into a form the AI would understand.
âI wasnât expecting it, I supposeâ he said. âSeeing the little girl and seeing how Scott just carried on reminded me so sharply of those storms.â
âYou were unprepared for the reminiscenceâ she said, somewhere between a question and a statement.
âI wasâ John confirmed. Slowly he sat up, dislodging his book and the old photograph he used as a bookmark. He fingered the image carefully so as not to damage it more than age already had. It showed himself and his brothers on a a rare camping trip. They werenât lined up or smiling for the camera. It was something their father had snapped, capturing a moment. He could just make out himself, up in the beaches of a tree, nose buried in a book. In the background Virgil was chasing Gordon - John didnât remember why. But the main focus of the photo was a thirteen-year-old Scott with three-year-old Alan tucked under one arm. In Scottâs other hand was a large leaf which is was holding up for Alan to look at.
â I have prepared the space elevator for you, Johnâ EOS said. John smiled, she may be young but sometimes she was also very astute.
âThank you EOSâ he said. âI think a freshly made breakfast is something weâd all enjoy after that call-out.âÂ
Thinking only of the best way to whip up pancake batter John descended back to Earth, to his own bed and a surprise for his brothers.
Four months later International Rescue was grounded as a tropical storm swept over Tracy Island. Up in low orbit a subroutine installed by EOS alerted her to late night movement in the house occupied by her fatherâs family. Quickly she dove through the Ethernet and jumped from camera to camera. There she saw Alan Tracy emerge from his room and move to that of Gordon Tracy. A quick scan proved Gordon to be asleep, something that the youngest member of the family quickly ascertained for himself before moving on to the next eldest brother. Outside Virgil Tracyâs door Alan paused. The door opened from the inside and the eldest Tracy stepped through. Scott and Alan didnât exchange a word. As EOS watched, Scott slung an arm around Alanâs shoulders and they moved on to the room belonging to Grandma Tracy. EOS followed them as they checked on each family member together before heading to the kitchen. She thought for a moment and then, on the nearest monitor, offered up a live image of a sleeping John so that all members of the family could be properly accounted for.
Down on the island Alan nudge Scott as he noticed Johnâs image. The eldest brother turned from measuring out coco powder and smiled.
âThanks EOSâ he said. âAnother storm and other roll call completed.â
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Baby Talk - Part II
Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)
Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)
Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)
Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)
Youâd hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.
Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.
Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.
Up and down and up and down.
But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldnât happen.
It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. Youâd gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.
So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.
It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.
Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.
Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.
You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. Youâd never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.
Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jiminâs door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they werenât decent?
Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...
But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?
FLASH.
BANG.
You couldnât take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.
Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.
âY/N? Whatâs going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?â Jungkookâs worried voice echoed in your ear.
âSheâs trembling,â Jimin said, rubbing your back.
âI-I Iâm sc-â
FLASH.
BANG.
You cried and flung your arms around Jungkookâs neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.
âComfort her,â Jimin mouthed.
Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.
âWhatâs wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?â He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.
âY-Yes,â you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkookâs neck.
âItâs alright, Jimin and I got you. Youâll be safe,â Jungkook promised.
Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it canât be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasnât a good addition.
Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.
Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.
The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.
Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkookâs hand and headed back to their bedroom.
âGod, that scared the fuck out of me,â Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.
âMe too,â Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.
âDidnât know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,â Jungkook said, frowning.
Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. âI know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,â he snorted.
âOoh, yeah, that could work,â Jungkook said.
âIâd never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,â Jimin said, biting his lip.
âYeah, maybe it shows that sheâs starting to trust us. I canât imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,â Jungkook said, feeling awkward.
âWell, maybe we can fix that,â Jimin reasoned.
âWhat do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?â Jungkook asked, leaning forward.
âMmm, letâs take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, youâve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. Sheâs gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,â Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.
âThat would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,â Jungkook nodded in agreement.
âLetâs do it,â Jimin said, gripping Jungkookâs hands.
âOkay, yeah!â
Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.
âY/N! Come on,â Jungkook said, walking with Jiminâs hand interlocked with his.
âComing, coming,â you sighed, following after them.
âY/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?â Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Just, sleepy,â you grumbled.
The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they wouldâve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.
Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.
You didnât seem to be having fun at all.
What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadnât found something you wanted yet. Jimin didnât want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.
Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe youâd find something you wanted in there.
Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.
Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.
The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...
âAre you two with the young lady over there,â the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.
âAh, yes, sheâs with us,â Jimin confirmed.
âI take it sheâs not really into the whole shopping experience,â the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.
âWe just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like sheâd rather die than be here right now,â Jungkook said, frowning.
âWell, what are some things that she likes?â The shop attendant asked.
âBooks,â both of them said quickly.
The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.
âMy wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what youâre doing, sometimes that helps,â he offered.
Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.
âItâs worth a shot,â he said.
The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.
You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.
âY/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?â Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.
âYou said you wanted to take me shopping,â you said, gazing back at him.
âExactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isnât an issue here,â Jimin said.
Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. âI-I donât really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,â you said, rubbing your neck.
âThe last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,â Jungkook said, biting his lip.
âNo Iâm not upset I just feel awkward,â you explained.
âOh, thereâs no need to feel awkward Y/N, itâs just us,â Jimin reassured.
âPeople keep staring at us, like Iâm some lame friend third wheeling on a date,â you sighed, rubbing your face.
Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.
They hadnât realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.
God, they had messed this whole day up.
âOh Y/N, weâre sorry,â Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.
âSorry? Sorry for what?â You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.
âNot including you,â Jimin explained.
âThereâs no need to include me-â you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.
âYes there is, youâre carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, thatâs not fair to you,â he said, brushing his hair away from his face.
âYeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isnât unhealthy for you or the baby,â Jimin said.
âThis isnât about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,â Jungkook said.
âWell,â you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.
âYes?â Jimin said, leaning forward.
âItâs, well, I guess some new clothes wouldnât be bad. Iâll need maternity stuff,â you told them.
âYes! Absolutely! We can do that!â Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.
However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.
âSorry Y/N! I-I wasnât thinking and I got so excited, sorry,â Jimin frowned at himself.
âItâs alright,â you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didnât really matter.
âI need to be more gentle with you, youâre carrying our baby for Christ sakes,â Jimin huffed.
You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jiminâs face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldnât really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.
However, you needed to get that under control.
This wasnât your baby.
And thatâs just how it was going to be.
Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.
âOoh! Y/N, pink is your color,â Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.
Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.
Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.
Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didnât say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.
You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.
Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasnât an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.
It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkookâs eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress youâd tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.
Jimin was stunned.
You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.
Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldnât help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.
âIt looks really good, Y/N, I didnât pick this one. Did you Kook?â Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.
âJungkook?â You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.
âYes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?â He asked you.
âI did, yeah,â you answered.
âLittle sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?â Jimin teased.
Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jiminâs heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.
Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.
You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything theyâve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...
Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.
The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.
âItâs nothing crazy, just... We didnât want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while youâre with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,â Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it mustâve cost.
âPlease, donât ask how much it cost. It doesnât matter as long as it makes you happy,â Jimin whispered.
Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.
âDo you not like it?â Jimin asked.
âIs it too much? Did we go overboard?â Jungkook worried.
âN-No, itâs beautiful,â you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.
âDo you want to put it on?â Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didnât throw this pendant back in their faces.
âYes, please,â you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.
Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.
Then, they held up their wrists.
A sun and a star.
You looked and saw it was all a matching set.
âYou guys, you really,â you said, smiling softly.
âHonestly, Y/N, youâre our equal in this. You arenât just a womb weâre renting,â Jimin said. âYouâre a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.â
âWeâre so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If thereâs anything you want, anything you need, name it, weâll get it for you. Scouts honor,â Jungkook said, holding up his hand.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didnât want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.
âAw, donât cry Y/N!â Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.
âGod you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,â you sniffled.
âItâs not our fault!â Jimin said.
âIt is very much your fault,â you said, holding your stomach gently.
A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkookâs blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.
âOkay, well... Thanks for today you two... Iâm glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. Iâm gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?â You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.
âY-Youâre welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,â he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.
âOkay, Iâm gonna go take a shower then,â you said again, taking off towards the stairs.
Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.
âJesus,â he said, panting hard.
âDo you, do you feel it too?â Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.
âYeah,â Jungkook croaked.
âFuck whatâs wrong with us? Sheâs here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,â Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriendâs frantic thoughts. He agreed. You werenât someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didnât send their minds spiraling.
âI know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?â Jungkook reasoned.
âI donât know Kook, I donât know,â Jimin said, gripping his boyfriendâs hand tightly.
â
The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.
It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.
Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.
âY/N? Sweetie are you alright?â Jiminâs worried voice echoed through the door.
âYeah,â you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.
âCan I come in?â His light tone echoed through the room.
âYeah,â you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.
âOh sweetheart,â Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.
âJimin? Y/N?â Jungkookâs voice echoed in the apartment.
âWeâre in the bathroom Kook!â Jimin yelled.
Shortly Jungkookâs footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasnât much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.
You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jiminâs instructions.
You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.
He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.
But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.
Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.
Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.
Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldnât put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. Heâd recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.
He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.
The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.
âY/N? Whatâs the matter?â He asked, looking at you with concern.
âI-Iâm good,â you said, giving him a thumbs up. âI think I just ate too fast.â
Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.
âAs long as youâre okay,â he said, heading back towards the couch.
But your symptoms werenât just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.
Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.
You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didnât know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...
You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...
Youâd miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.
The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.
You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.
Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.
You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.
âY/N!â They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.
âSweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?â Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.
âI-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,â you whimpered, covering your face again.
Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldnât protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.
âY/N, itâs okay. Weâre right here, we arenât going anywhere,â said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.
Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.
âYou arenât going to lose us, Y/N,â Jimin reassured.
âIâm scared,â you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.
âItâs alright, weâre scared too,â Jimin said, patting your hair gently. âBut weâll get through this.â
âThere was so much blood,â you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.
âY/N,â Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.
âI was dying and you just... left me there,â you confessed.
âWe could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,â Jimin said, sounding shocked.
âWeâd never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,â Jungkook whispered.
Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didnât think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didnât have to leave... But it couldnât work like that.
Jiminâs work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didnât want his help if he was dating a fellow man.
And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. Heâd worked so hard to show he wasnât any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.
They couldnât drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasnât anything they could do about it.
Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasnât wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.
With you walking out of their lives and your childâs life, forever.
âIâm sorry for waking you up,â you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.
âNo, donât be sorry,â Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.
âIf somethingâs wrong we want you to tell us,â Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.
âI-I will,â you said, wiping your face.
âAre you going to be able to go back to sleep?â Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.
âI should be able to,â you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.
âWe can stay with you, until youâre asleep,â Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jiminâs head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.
âW-Would you?â Your soft voice spoke up.
Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.
Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkookâs.
The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.
âOh my sweet boy, donât cry,â Jimin said, wiping his boyfriendâs cheeks carefully.
âJimin,â he said, forehead resting on the older manâs shoulder.
âI know, it hurts me too,â Jimin whispered.
âI just want her to know that sheâs not just a convenience, sheâs so much more than that,â Jungkook whimpered.
âYeah,â Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way youâre already so protective over the baby.
âI donât know if itâs because sheâs carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I donât know what to do with myself Jimin,â Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.
âWe just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and sheâll have a life after it too. S-Sheâs doing this because weâre paying her Jungkook. Of course that isnât the only reason but, it is the main one,â Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.
Even though the words felt hollow in the air.
âI guess,â Jungkook said.
âYouâve got work early, we need to go back to bed,â Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...
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Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.
It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.
The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.
âI hope we can see the baby well,â Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.
Jimin hummed in agreement. âMe too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, weâll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!â
You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit youâd picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.
Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.
Soon, you were all at the clinic.
Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didnât have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.
You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didnât fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.
The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and youâd never felt something like this. However, that didnât sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didnât want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.
Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.
âItâs gotten worse,â you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.
âReally? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,â he said.
âIt should be going away soon, Iâll be alright,â you reassured, patting his knee.
âSometimes it doesnât go away until the baby is born, I just donât want you to suffer if we can do something about it,â Jungkook said softly.
âIf it gets too bad, Iâll say something. Okay?â You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.
âYeah, okay,â he agreed.
Jimin came back and took Jungkookâs hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkookâs hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.
Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.
When no one had any, she proceeded.
âOkay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,â the tech asked, prepping the machine.
You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasnât a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.
Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkookâs eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.
The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.
âAlright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,â the tech said, a big smile on her face.
âWhat?â Jimin said.
âThereâs another head there, if you look right here,â she pointed at the screen. âLooks like youâve got a set of twins in there!â
Jungkookâs eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.
You were stunned.
Twins?
The first try?
Wow, you really did win the lottery.
âOh my God,â Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkookâs shoulder.
âWay to go, got those twins first try,â you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.
âItâs all thanks to you Y/N, we couldnât do it without you,â Jungkook reminded.
âAre you guys going to want the pictures?â The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.
âWow, look at their heads babe!â Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.
âI need to put it in my wallet,â he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.
You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, youâd done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didnât want that to hold too much weight over you.
âWe should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!â
You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.
Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that theyâll give Annie to Jinâs parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.
âDress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!â Jin said through the phone.
You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.
âEverything alright there?â He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.
âY-yeah, Iâm good. Weâre-good,â you said, pointing to your tummy. Jiminâs eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.
âOkay, tell me if you need anything,â he said, turning around and facing the front once more.
You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.
Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadnât really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didnât see the need.
But, it wouldnât hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...
You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.
Eventually, you were all set.
Except for the zipper on the back.
You didnât understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.
âJimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?â
Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.
But the damage had been done.
Both men walked in your room.
Jiminâs jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.
You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.
âO-Okay, you can blink any time now,â you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.
âYou look... wow,â Jimin breathed.
âIncredible. You look incredible,â Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.
âThank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I canât reach the zipper,â you said, turning your back to them fully.
Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.
Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You werenât an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...
Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldnât be able to keep it together. Jimin wasnât doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.
âThank you,â you said, turning around with a smile on your face.
Jimin couldnât help but mirror your grin.
âAbsolutely, are you ready to go now?â He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.
âYeah, letâs go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,â you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.
âThis is only getting harder,â Jungkook said, biting his lip.
âAre you going to be alright?â Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkookâs shoulder.
âYeah, just... This feels wrong,â Jungkook whispered.
âWhat feels wrong?â Jimin asked.
âKeeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when sheâs doing something so big for us, itâs really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isnât special,â Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.
âI understand,â Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkookâs face.
âBoys? Are you coming?â Your voice echoed through the house.
âComing!â Jimin said. âWeâll talk about this later, okay? Weâll figure this out.â
â
The dinner at Jin and Namjoonâs was beyond anything youâd expected.
There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.
It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.
âSo, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?â Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.
âHonestly? Itâs not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and donât get me started on how arou-ahem,â you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkookâs heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. âSorry, got carried away. Anyways, itâs been wild. But, Iâm really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,â you praised, smiling at the two of them now.
Namjoon noticed it first.
The twinkle in Jungkookâs eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jiminâs body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasnât interested.
Namjoonâs eyes widened.
This would need to be discussed...
Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.
When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.
âWhat are you guys doing?â He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.
âWhat do you mean?â Jimin quizzed right back.
âListen, Iâve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please donât take what Iâm about to say personally but-what the fuck?â He asked.
âWhat do you mean what the fuck?â Jungkook asked.
âWhy are you looking at her like that?â Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.
âLike what?!â Jimin argued.
âLike you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?â Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.
âWhat?â Jungkook coughed.
âWe arenât together,â Jimin said slowly.
âBut do you want to be?â Namjoon asked.
Jungkook broke first.
âI donât know,â he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.
âItâs a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,â Jimin explained, skirting around the question.
âOf course, but, thereâs a difference between appreciation and affection,â Jin said, speaking up.
âY-Yeah, we know that,â Jimin answered. âIâm a therapist, I know what emotions are.â
Namjoon rolled his eyes.
âIf you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?â he asked.
âIâm not!â
âBullshit,â Namjoon challenged.
âThis is fucking ridiculous,â Jimin growled.
âWhatâs all the angry whispering out here for?â You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.
âItâs alright, just a heated debate about politics,â Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.
âOookay?â You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.
The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised youâd bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.
While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something theyâd discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.
And Jungkook adored it.
He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.
But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying heâd be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.
âWhat?â Jimin asked.
âIâm sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didnât mean to offend you or Jungkook. Itâs just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. Iâm worried about whatâs happening to her. I donât want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,â he explained.
Jimin nodded his head.
âI accept your apology. I didnât mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But itâs not an easy thing to come to terms with, we arenât sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because sheâs our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We donât know,â Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
âY/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... sheâd give the shirt off her back to someone she didnât even know. Itâs hard not to love her, but... she doesnât deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, Iâm always here if you need to talk,â Namjoon offered.
Jimin smiled lightly. âThatâs normally my line.â
âYou guys are good people, I wouldnât have recommended Y/N do this if I didnât trust you. But, just... please donât take advantage of her heart. And donât lie to yourselves either.â
Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.
âThanks, both of you,â Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.
âWhat was that about?â Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.
âHe wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,â Jimin said.
Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.
âWhy is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?â Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.
âN-No, Y/N hasnât ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,â Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.
âWhat? Really?â Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadnât ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.
âYeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,â Jimin explained.
âOh, so-wait. Sheâs having a baby when sheâs never, like, had sex?â Jungkook said. âIs that safe?â
âI mean Iâm sure itâs safe but, sheâs not... Um, she told me sheâs had sex before,â Jimin said.
âWow, how did this all come up?â Jungkook asked.
âWell, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,â Jimin blushed.
âSheâs so cute,â Jungkook groaned. âWell, at least sheâs been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.â
Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.
âWhat?â
âShe may have off-handedly mentioned that sheâs never, uh... You know, finished,â Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.
âYou mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didnât fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,â Jungkook growled.
âI donât know the story, she didnât divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed sheâs never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,â Jimin said.
âThat is so frustrating,â Jungkook said.
âYeah.â
The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.
âDid you hear what she said during dinner?â Jimin asked. âWhen she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.â
âYeah...â Jungkook trailed off.
âI wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,â Jimin whispered.
âWe can be there to support her but we canât over step either,â Jungkook said.
âI know, normally Iâm the one reminding you of that,â Jimin huffed.
âI understand itâs not easy for either of us,â Jungkook said softly.
âMaybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?â Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkookâs thigh. Jungkook couldnât help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadnât really been active in that way since youâd come into the house.
âY-You know how loud I get,â Jungkook said, swallowing hard.
âOh Iâm very aware how loud I can make you scream,â Jimin winked.
âStop, Iâm already hard,â Jungkook whined.
âI bet you are baby,â Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriendâs thigh tight.
âStop, please,â Jungkook whined.
âMmm,â Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. âAnd what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?â
âJimin,â Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.
âYes baby? What does my baby want, huh?â Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.
âI-I want-â
âMmm, are we home yet?â You voice perked up from the back seat.
âY/N?â Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you mustâve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.
âYeah?â You said, blinking slow.
âSweetie,â Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.
âJungkook are you okay?â You asked, noticing how tense the young manâs posture was.
âI-Iâm good,â he said, trying to hide his arousal.
âOkay,â you said, laying your head back down.
Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.
You were awake, but you werenât feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadnât spoken since you got out of the car, and you canât help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jiminâs chest.
He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...
âJimin put me down,â you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner youâd eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.
You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didnât seem to end.
âOh fuck,â you croaked, coughing hard.
âYou want some water?â Jimin asked.
âNo, Iâm scared Iâll just throw that up too,â you whined.
âIt might be better than just dry heaving,â Jimin said.
âYou got a point,â you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.
âIâll get you some,â he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.
âU-Um, Jungkook?â You squeaked.
âS-Sorry!â He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.
âI-Itâs okay, just, you know,â you flushed.
âItâs not because of you! Itâs not uh, I wasnât um,â he stuttered.
âI-I didnât think it was?â You said, more of a question.
âItâs not that youâre not pretty or anything itâs-â
âNo, I get it,â you said, smiling weakly.
âY/N-â
âHereâs your water,â Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.
You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.
âHave you been getting sick a lot?â Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.
âI mean, itâs mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,â you said, pouting lightly.
âGotcha, do you feel like youâre going to get sick again? Or do you think youâre done?â He asked.
âI-I think Iâm good,â you said, putting the empty glass down.
âAre you sure?â Jimin asked, making you look at him.
âMhmm,â you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.
âAlright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?â Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.
You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.
Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.
âWhy did you look like youâd rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?â
Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriendâs back.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have teased you in the car. Itâs just, been a while you know? I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,â Jimin apologized.
âY/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,â Jungkook said, rubbing her face.
âOh, that is... uh, awkward,â Jimin agreed.
âIt gets worse,â Jungkook said.
âWhat do you mean?â Jimin asked.
âI-I told her it wasnât because of her and then I tried to tell her itâs not that she wasnât pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didnât make sense and then you were back,â Jungkook whimpered.
Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasnât good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.
âItâs okay Jungkook, Y/N isnât gonna hold this against you,â Jimin soothed.
âI just feel terrible,â Jungkook said softly.
âWhy? It was an accident,â Jimin reasoned.
âBecause I-I didnât want her to stop,â he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.
âI donât know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,â Jimin said.
âWe were talking about it in the car! But weâve never talked about what we want, what weâre doing now, it's not sustainable. Iâm going crazy!â Jungkook yelled.
âJungkook keep your voice down!â Jimin reminded.
âJimin Iâm so fucking confused, I donât know what weâre doing. What Iâm doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they arenât even here yet. I love them so much, because theyâre ours... But... I canât keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, itâs killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just canât keep giving myself hope when there isnât any,â Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.
âI-I didnât know you were so broken up over this,â Jimin whispered.
âIâm so confused,â Jungkook whispered.
âI am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know itâs normal to be grateful, but, I know itâs more than that with her,â Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.
âThen we need to make a decision,â Jungkook said.
âYou want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?â Jimin asked.
âDo you?â Jungkook asked back.
âI mean... I wouldnât be opposed,â Jimin said softly.
âI donât want this if you donât,â Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.
âI want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,â Jimin reasoned.
âOkay,â Jungkook agreed.
âBut, when weâre both ready, we can approach her,â Jimin said.
âWould this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,â Jungkook asked.
âPolygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,â Jimin confessed.
âI want this too,â Jungkook said excitedly.
âThen thatâs what weâll do...â
You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldnât make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasnât about you, or anything related to the children.
Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didnât think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You werenât sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.
You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.
Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkookâs firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.
Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.
âOh!â You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.
You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkookâs hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jiminâs plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-
No!
No no no no no!
Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.
How could you? Those two werenât something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook werenât yours... They were each otherâs...
But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...
You couldnât help but dream of the two menâs hands running over your body...
Hot breaths touching your ears...
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MHA Characters when you are pregnant/Dads.
Dedicated to my very best friend who is having a hard time at the moment, and I thought some headcannons of dilf my hero characters would cheer her up.
Eijiro KirishimaÂ
The cryer.
Crys when you are having sex to get pregnant, crys when the test is positive, crys while you are vomiting in the toilet and crys when your jeans stop fitting because of your bump.
Assures you that crying is manly and sticks by that.
Fusses over you as soon as you find out, even putting foam bumpers on tables and corners so you do not hurt yourself or your growing bump.
Is so excited to tell his friends. Calling Bakugo immediately after finding out, the pee was still warm on the stick as he dialed.
Yelled into the phone with just random words that had something to do with babies. No actual sentences.
Watches in awe of your body and how it changes. Loves all the stretch marks that you may grow.
Thinks growing a human is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done. Constantly asking weird anatomy related questions.
On that note says things like, âBabe, can you believe my cum helped make this tiny human growing in your stomach!â
As your due date gets closer, watches you like a hawk. Any slight noise you make, makes him thinks it go time. Already at the door with your bags and your just like âI literally yawned.â
When you do go into labour, he is right there next to you. Holding you close as he sits behind you, holding your legs back, your head rolled back and rested against his shoulder.
âYou are doing amazing baby.â âGod, I fucking love you.â âYou are already the best mum in the whole world.â
Crys as soon as your baby is born, crys with you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches you and your baby have skin to skin.
You wake up to him holding your only hours old baby. Whispering to them how much he loves them and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them and that they are the best thing he has ever done.
Katsuki BakugoÂ
Gloats when you tell him you are pregnant. âOf course you got pregnant the first time, Iâm the best.â
Even though he leaves the room with the biggest goofiest smile on his face.
The night you both find out he starts sleeping with his arm around you and his hand firmly cradling your stomach.
Wakes up before you every morning and makes you food, then hold your hair back as you vomit said food into the toilet.
Complains to no end. But never leaves your side and rubs your back as he puts a cold washer on your forehead. Wiping vomit and spit away from your face.
âWe have to tell that old hag! She has been bugging us about having a brat since our first date.â He would say even though he is beyond excited to finally tell his parents.
âIâve never been more excited! I knew you had it in ya!â This leads to dinner being over and the two blonds yelling back and forth.
Masaru just sits next to you and offers you some tea as his wife and son bicker. Both of you used to it by now.
You tell all his friends eventually. âCongratulation Kacchan!â âShut up Deku, donât talk too loud around my unborn child. I donât want them to catch being a loser!â Even though you see the small hug he accepts out of the corner of your eye. Â
Keep his phone close to him regardless of what he is doing. Does not want to miss any videos or picture you might send of you bump. Or in case something happens.
Always brings home snacks that you crave. From gummy bears to celery. You name it he buys it. Again he complains and pretends you annoy him but he would do absolutely anything for you.
Wakes you up unintentionally in the middle of the night by spontaneously putting baby furniture together. Pre parental panic finally hitting him as he hammers different pieces of wood together.
âTsuki? Are you gonna come to bed?â
âI canât! Iâve got to get this together and then Iâve got to fireproof everything in case the kid gets my quirk and thenâŚâŚâ
âFireproof? You think itâs just gonna blast its way out of me and already have a quirk?â You laughed.
He smiles, finally calming down. Then gets mad again and says not to make fun of him.
Your due date finally comes and still nothing. Even after eating multiple pineapples, bouncing on many exercise balls and having as much sex as you could manage there was still no baby.
10 days later your water breaks and you rush to the hospital.
The baby getting stuck on the way down. Being as stubborn as their father.
You had to be rushed for a C-section. Katsuki never leaving your side. Refusing to go anywhere even as they prepped you.
He looks very good in scrubs.Â
He stroked your face as he sat next to your head, the large curtain covering anything too gory from both of you.
Flinches when he hears the first cry, looks into your eyes and presses his forehead against yours.
âYou did it Teddy bear. You are so fucking tough.â
Letâs a tear slip as he watches the baby get weighted.
Cuts the cord and watched the tiny little human you have made in awe.
He always though he was born to be a hero. Now he thinks he was put here to do this, be the best dad that he can be for his little brat. Â
Shota AizawaÂ
Being a dad falls into his lap accidently both times.
First with Eri and second with your 2-year-old daughter.
You met in the girlâs section of a clothing store, him holding up 2 equally as ugly sweaters and looking very confused.
You and your daughter walked up to him and offered him a hand and the rest is history.
Doesnât know how he got so lucky to have 3 girls that he adores more than anyone else.
Canât comprehend that anyone would want to treat you or your daughter badly and makes it his mission to treat you right every single day, so you forget all about the past.
Activates his quirk, his hair floating around his face and watches your daughter yell and laugh as she runs around and gets caught up in his capture scarf, Shota just catching her before she hits the floor.
Letâs both the girlâs braid and put bows in his long hair and blush on his cheeks.
You have photos but have been threatened that if anyone sees them, he will have to take drastic action.
Loves watching Eri and your daughter play together. Singing songs and hugging each other as you dance around the living room.
Takes the girls to U.A. to meet his students. All the students cooing over them, saying how cute they are. Midoriya making both of them candy apples as Mirio picks you both up and puts you on his shoulders.
You both fit it. Itâs like you were the missing piece and now he is whole.
Starts to think that maybe itâs a good time to give the girls a sibling.
You agree but, in the meantime, you adopt 2 cats, both of them making themselves at home rather quickly.
Shota will forever be thankful that he picked up those 2 ugly sweaters as he looks at his bed which is currently occupied by his 2 daughters, 2 cats and you. Lightly snoring, small hand over your swollen stomach.
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The Things You Give Pt 14
Steven Hyde x Read
Happy Holidays and New Years everyone! I canât believe weâre already 14 parts in. Iâm so glad you guys are loving the story! Tag list is open if you want to be a part of it :)
Beep, beep, beep.
      The sound of the heart monitor was the only noise resourcing from the room. Hyde sat beside y/n, watching as her chest gently rose and fell, and listened to Red interrogate Eric from the hallway.
      âWhat do you mean you donât know what happened?!â Red asked him in his usual gruff tone.
      âI donât, Dad!â Eric defended. âAll I saw is that she was sick and she was trying to get Fez and Hyde to stop fighting and she just dropped!â
      âAnd you didnât catch her?â Red fumed. âShe couldâve gotten hurt!â
      âWell, I didnât expect her to fall!â he responded.
      âRed, honey, your yelling isnât making anything easier,â Kitty said quietly.
      âFor me it is!â
      âRed,â she said more sternly.
      âWell, have they figured out whatâs wrong with her?â the worried father asked impatiently.
      âNo, they havenât,â Kitty answered calmly.
      âWhatâs taking them so long?â he grumbled. âWeâve been here for hours!â
      Kitty blinked at her husband. âWeâve been here for twenty-five minutes.â
      âAnd our daughter has been unconscious for forty! My little girl is in there now and I want answers, dammit!â
      âRed, sheâs fine,â Kitty said, trying to soothe him. âSheâs tucked in a bed right now with monitoring and her breathing is normal. They drew her blood and weâre just waiting on the test results.â
      âThey need to come faster!â he shouted, causing Kitty to frantically look around and smile nervously as her coworkers stared at them.
      âHey, Mom, if Dad has another heart attack, at least itâll save us another ambulance bill since weâre already at a hospital,â Eric said grinning, sarcasm bleeding into his tone.
      âCan it, dumbass!â Red snarled.
      Inside the room, y/n groaned, hearing the arguing from outside and slowly opened her eyes, seeing nothing but white. Her head felt someone was taking a jack hammer to her skull. Steven noticed and waited anxiously by her side.
      âWhy do they have to be so loud?â she mumbled.
      Steven sighed in relief and grabbed her hand. âAre you okay? Howâre you feeling?â
      âI think so,â she croaked. âI feel like crap and Iâm tired.â
      Hyde chuckled softly and leaned over, kissing her head softly. âYou scared the crap out of me.â
      âWhat happened? Am I in the hospital?â she asked, not letting go of his hand.
      Hyde paused, searching her face. âYou donâtâ? You fainted and hit the ground pretty hard. They think you may have gotten a concussion.â
      âWell, that explains my headache,â she grumbled and rubbed her head. She looked at Steven who was still looking at her with worried eyes. âWhere is everyone?â
      âYour parents are out in the hall with your brother, Fez is here but went to find ice cream.â He rolled his eyes at the thought but continued. âAnd everyone else is on their way.â
      âHow long have I been out?â
      âAbout forty-five minutes. Iâm glad youâre okay,â he answered and pulled her hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.
      If it wasnât for her head screaming at her, her heart would be fluttering away like butterflies, but all she wanted to do was numb the pain. A sharp pain surged through her skull, causing her to hiss.
      âWhatâs wrong? Are you alright?â he asked her.
      She tried to nod, but that caused more pain to her skull. âMy head hurts. A lot.â
      âThatâs what happens when you smack your head on concrete,â he answered. âYou have a pretty good-sized knot on your head.â
      Y/n reached up and felt her scalp until she felt a painful bump behind the side of her head. She winced at her own touched. âOw.â
      âMaybe you shouldnât do that,â Hyde chuckled. âIâm going to go get something to drink. Do you want anything?â
      Her stomach churned at the thought of liquids and scrunched up her nose. âNo, but I probably should. Iâll take a ginger ale if they have any.â
      âYou got it, doll,â he said and walked out just as the doctor was stepping in.
      âGood afternoon, Miss Forman,â the middle-aged, dark haired man said. âIâm Dr. Kipp. Iâve been looking over you while you were out. How are you feeling?â
      âNot gonna lie, Doc, I feel pretty lousy,â Y/n responded. âIâve been sick for the last couple of days. Not being able to keep anything down, Iâm achy all overâŚIâm starting to wonder if I have the stomach flu or something. On top of that, my head is killing me.â
      âWell, you passed out due to your blood pressure dropping which caused a lack of blood to the brain, but itâs definitely not the stomach flu,â Dr. Kipp answered casually, setting down his clipboard as he went over to the sink to wash his hands.
      âHow do you know that?â Y/n questioned him.
      âWell, it canât be because youâre pregnant.â
                         --Time Skipâ
      âHowâs y/n doing?â Donna asked as she got to the waiting room, flowers in hand.
      âOh, thatâs so sweet that you got her flowers!â Kitty gushed, making Donna smile. âAnd sheâs awake. The doctor is in there right now with her.â
      âOh, good,â she said and sat down next to Fez who was quietly eating ice cream. âWhere did you get the ice cream?â
      âOh, I told them that y/n was my wife and they let me get ice cream!â he replied stoically.
      âSo, youâre telling me that you hit on her and now youâre telling people sheâs your wife?â Hyde seethed, holding a cup of coffee in one and a ginger ale can in the other.
      âCan you kids not fight for five damn minutes please?â Red asked impatiently. âItâs bad enough that weâre here, I donât want to have to hear about your petty drama.â
      âHey, donât get mad at me. Youâre the reason sheâs here in the first place,â said Fez.
      âWhy would it be your fault?â Kitty asked Hyde.
      âItâs not!â Hyde replied. âHeâs just saying crap so I can knock his teeth in.â
      Kitty and Red squinted their eyes at the teens for a moment. âWhat on earth is going on here?â Kitty asked, growing frustrated.
      âNothing,â Hyde answered through gritted, glaring daggers at Fez.
      Fez returned the glare. âYou know, Hyde, I often wonder what it would be like to hook up with my best friendâs sister. Donât you?â
      Hydeâs expression hardened. âItâs a good thing weâre in a hospital because when I break your bones, youâre already here!â Hyde aggressively moved towards Fez, but was stopped short by Eric getting in between them.
      âOkay! Thatâs enough,â he sang-song. âHyde, why donât you sit over there quietly and donât beat up Fez.â He turned to Fez. âAnd Fez? Shut the hell up.â
      Hyde jerked himself away. âIâm going to go give this to y/n.â
      Back in the room, y/n felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. âIâmâŚwhat?â
      âPregnant,â he responded in a faux enthusiastic voice. âThat was through the blood test. Weâre going to have you take urine test as well. So,â he pulled out a plastic cup. âYouâre going to pee in this cup and when youâre finished, pull the string and a nurse will come in and collect it. Then, weâll do a full examination on you to make sure your head is okay.â
      Y/n nodded numbly and mindlessly grabbed the cup in her hand. âOkayâŚâ
      âProbably not the news you were expecting, huh?â he asked.
      Y/n chuckled weakly. âNo. Not at all.â
      âWell, Iâll be back soon with your test results.â
      He walked out the door, leaving y/n alone in the room. Her hands felt numb and she felt like there was static all around her. How could she be pregnant? How did she let this happen? And oh God, what was she going to say to Steven? Her eyes widened. Her parents?!
      A sudden heavy weight was shattered onto her chest and her eyes began to water. How was she going to tell everyone? What if her dream came true and she truly was alone? Could she raise a baby on her own? Where would she live? What job would she have to do to support her baby? Was she even going to be a good mom? Will her children grow up to be decent people? What if theyâre born with health conditions? Or they fall ill? Can she even count on herself to get out of bed at 2 AM to go to the 24 hour store to buy cough medicine when they get sick? How do you even change a poopy diaper? How is she going to react when theyâre teenagers and theyâre learning how to drive or get their first boyfriend or girlfriend? What kind of mom was she going to be? What kind father was Steven going to be? Will he even stick around?
      With all these questions swimming through her head, she didnât notice Steven walk back in. âI got that ginger ale youâhey, you okay?â
      Y/n snapped her head up as she was yanked out of her thoughts, which she silently thanked heaven above for. âY-yeah, Iâm fine.â
      âYou sure?â he asked as he set down the drink on the table next to her. âYou donât look fine. In fact, you look kinda pale.â
      âYeah, um,â she stuttered, swallowing hard and waved her hand casually. âThe doctor says I passed out due to lack of blood to the brain. Blood tests came back normal, but he wants me to take a urine test just to be sure.â Not a total lie. Just left out a part.
      âOh, okay. Do you need help getting to the bathroom?â
      âI think I got it,â she answered truthfully and slowly got out of bed, barley able to feel her legs. She ambled her way to the bathroom, dragging the IV along with her. She felt Stevenâs stare burning a hole in the back of her head, but she couldnât think of what he was thinking right now. She couldnât. It would drive her to an anxiety attack.
      She closed the door quietly and baby stepped her way to the toilet. She passed by the mirror and did a double take to her reflection. Her ponytail was a complete rats nest, her eyes had dark circles under them, and her normally rosy cheeks had lost all color. She looked half dead and she wanted to cringe away. She turned her head to the side and saw the swelled up bump on her skull. She winced when she saw it and let out a sigh. She really wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for 72 hours.
      She made her way to the toilet and shakily did her business in the cup. When she was finished, she left in on the counter in the bathroom and pulled the string. After she was finished washing up, she walked out to meet Steven sitting in the chair.
      âHey,â he said gently whispered.
      âHey,â she answered in the same manner. âWhere is everyone?â
      âIn the waiting room. Do you want to see them?â
      Her heart dropped, but she needed to play it cool. âYeah, that would be nice.â
      He nodded and opened the door to call them in. She got back in bed with Hydeâs help, making sure her IV wouldnât get pulled out of her arm.
      âOh, y/n,â Kitty sobbed and rushed over to y/n who was sitting up fully and wrapped her arms around her. âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
      Y/n barley reciprocated the hug. âIâm okay, Mom.â
      âWhen we saw you being loaded up into the ambulance, I thought I was going to die right there,â Kitty responded, stepping away from her daughter.
      âIâm fine, Mom. Really.â
      âWhat did the doctor say?â she pried.
      âUhâŚthey donât know yet,â Y/n replied. âTheyâre taking a urine sample.â
      âWell, a person fainting is never a good thing,â Kitty stated matter-of-factly. âIt means your blood pressure dropped and you werenât getting enough blood flow to the brain. Those things just donât happen.â
      âI know. Theyâre running tests right now,â Y/n said and leaned back against the pillows.
      âWhen will we find out?â Red pushed.
      âI donât know,â Y/n responded growing annoyed. âI donât know anything.â Lie, lie, LIE.
      âWell, we better find out soon,â Red said. âThis place gives me the creeps.â
      âIf you wanna leave, you can. Iâm a big girl, I can leave on my own,â Y/n responded.
      âNo, no, I wanna be here in this room when the doctor comes and tells us whatâs wrong,â Kitty said stubbornly.
     Y/nâs heart and stomach dropped. There was no way anyone was going to be in this room when the doctor came back with the results. Positive or not, she didnât need her parents asking questions and then finding out about her and Steven.
      She kept her face and voice as calm as possible. âNo, no itâs okay. Really. I donât know if I want everyone in here anyway. In fact, itâs probably best that Iâm alone.â
      âOh, nonsense. Iââ
      âKitty, if she wants to be alone, then weâll leave her alone. Sheâs an adult now. She doesnât need us in here,â Red said, signaling to his wife that they leave. âBesides, the Packersâs game is on and I wanna go home.â
      Kitty sighed, annoyed. âFine. Fine, Iâll leave, but I want to hear everything, missy.â
      Y/nâs eyes widened a fraction and her heart beat violently against her blood cage. She could practically feel her blood pumping through her veins. She nodded numbly. âOkay.â
      Kitty nodded and kissed y/n on the head before leaving. She felt some tension leave her body as she watched her parents leave. She leaned her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, feeling completely drained.
      âAre you okay?â Donna asked.
      âYeah,â she mumbled. âJustâŚfeeling depleted.â
      âWell, you canât go to sleep yet,â Hyde said. âYou might have a concussion.â
      âI want sleep,â she whined.
      âI know, but Iâd rather you be exhausted than not wake up at all,â he responded.
      She glared at him through half open eye lids and grumbled, âI hate you.â
      He chuckled lightly. âI know.â
      The door to the room opened revealing Kelso, Fez and Jackie.
      âHey, y/n, how are you feeling?â Kelso asked.
      âBout as great as I look,â she replied, a weak smile playing her lips.
      âSo, super sexy,â Fez responded cheekily but that smile quickly faded when Hyde punched his shoulder. âOw.â
      âRemember: Respect,â was all Hyde said before sitting back down.
      âI heard what happened,â Kelso responded. âAnd Brooke made me bring you these.â He handed her a small bouquet of yellow daisies and lilies.
      Y/n chuckled, accepting the flowers. âTell Brooke I said thank you for the nice gesture. And tell her to bring the baby around soon. I want to meet my niece.â
      Kelsoâs face brightened. âYouâŚyou really think of her that way?â
      Y/n nodded. âWhy wouldnât I? Weâve all been best friends since we were little and it only makes sense that we look at each other more than just friends now.â
      âLike lovers?â Fez asked her seductively.
      âDo you have a death wish?â Hyde spat.
      âOkay, Steven thatâs enough,â Y/n said as sternly as she could. âAnd Fez, shut up.â
      Fez pouted and went and sat in the corner of the room.
      âYou know what? My mind is made up,â Kelso said. Y/n stared at him curiously, everyone joining in.
      âKelso, in order for your mind to be made up, you have to have a brain,â Eric commented.
      Kelso shot Eric a glare before turning his head back towards y/n and Hyde. âIâve been spending a lot of time with Betsy lately and Brooke is really starting to trust me.â
      âOkay, and that makes up your mind for?â Y/n asked him.
      âHang on, just let me finish,â he said smiling. âBrooke is starting to trust me so much sheâs even allowing me to pick the godparents.â
      âOh, thatâs great!â Y/n gleefully responded. âIâm so happy for you.â
      âAnd thereâs only one rule. It canât be Fez,â Kelso added on.
      Fez nodded. âThat is a good rule.â
      âGodparents?â Donna mumbled to Eric. âLike we need any more responsibilities.â
      âI know,â Eric whispered back, rolling his eyes. âSuch a burden.â
      âIâve been thinking about it a lot and itâs a big deal. So,â Kelso said, stepping closer to the bed where Eric and Donna sat. âEric, Donna.â
      âUh, oh,â Eric sang-song.
      âPlease scooch over so I can ask Hyde and y/n if theyâll be Betsyâs godparents?â
      Y/n looked at Hyde with excited eyes. âReally?!â
      âWhat the hell?!â Eric exclaimed.
      âHyde and y/n?â Donna asked insulted.
      âYou picked Hyde and y/n?â Jackie asked, equally insulted. âWhy didnât you ask someone else? Like me?â
      âBecause youâre single,â Kelso deadpanned.
      Jackie crossed her arms. âAnd?â
      âAnd you need to be in a relationship to be a godparent,â Kelso responded slowly like he was scared to continue speaking. âThatâs why they call it godparents. You canât be single and be a godparent. Thatâs just stupid.â He laughed and rolled his eyes.
      Jackie stared at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of what he said. âThat barley makes any sense, you moron.â
      âHey, hey, hey, he chose us. Let him speak,â Y/n said not trying to contain her glee. âNot that Iâm questioning your choice because, you know, you chose us, but why us?â
      âBecause I really trust you and I think youâd be fantastic with Betsy,â he responded sweetly.
      âAnd you donât think we wonât?â Eric asked.
      âYeah, you donât trust us?â Donna chimed in.
      âWell, to be fair, Iâve seen you drop almost everything youâve held in your hands,â Kelso responded. âAnd youâve never really taken care of a baby.â
      âYes we have!â Donna defended. âRemember that time last year when Laurie had to babysit that one baby and I ended up changing her diaper when she couldnât? I was a freakinâ natural!â
      âYeah, I mean, if you gave me the honor of being godmother, I would be popular, head cheerleader, and voted best legs. This would give me another title,â Jackie argued.
      âWould you guys relax?â Hyde asked everyone. âItâs not that big of deal.â
      âYeah, itâs not like heâs shunning you guys,â Y/n responded.
      âYouâre all still going to be aunts and uncles,â Kelso defended.
      âYeah, thatâs easy for you to say,â Jackie grumbled and joined Fez in the back.
      âWe can be good godparents,â Eric argued. âYou can trust us.â
      âEric, remember Goldie, the goldfish?â Y/n asked.
      âYeah,â he responded.
      âRemember how you killed Goldie by taking him out of the fish bowl?â
      âI needed to hug something,â Eric answered coldly. âBesides, Iâm not going to have to flush a baby down the toilet!â
      âEither way, man, thanks. Iâm honored,â Hyde said and clapped his hand with Kelsoâs and pulled him in for a bro hug.
      âIf I have another kid, Iâll make you two godparents. I promise,â Kelso said.
      Eric huffed. âYeah, yeah.â
      âAlright, I have to take a leak,â Hyde announced.
      âAnd Iâm going to go find some more ice cream,â Fez said.
     âCan you guys make sure y/n doesnât fall asleep?â Hyde continued.
      âYou got it pal!â Kelso responded and watched as Hyde and Fez walked out.
      âIâm not a child,â Y/n responded once they were out of ear shot. âI am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you.â
      âKelso!â Fez called out and barged back into the room. âKelso, come quick! Thereâs a hot nurse fight happening downstairs! Hurry before it ends!â
      âSee ya,â Kelso said and scrambled out the room, leaving Jackie, Eric, and Donna alone.
      âYeah, Iâm leaving too,â Jackie said pouting. âI donât want to sit here and be reminded that I wasnât picked for godparent. I may have to do some shopping therapy to get over it. Bye!â She squealed and walked out, leaving just the twins and Donna.
      âDo you need anything sis?â Eric asked. âSome water? Fluff up your pillows? Relinquish your title of godparent over to me?â
      Y/n gave her twin a look before scoffing. âNo, thanks. Iâm fine.â
      âFine. Iâll just go see if they have any teddy bears in the gift shop that reads âNot Quite the Best Godparentsâ and maybe itâll be tear absorbent!â With that, he stormed out the room, leaving Elena in stunned silence.
      Donna rolled her eyes. âI better go after him. Last time I left him alone while he was upset, he thought I didnât care about him anymore and didnât speak to me for three days.â
      She left, leaving y/n alone in the room. Again. She leaned back once more, enjoying the silence, but now that she was alone again, she realized just how loud the silence was. All she could think was pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.  Â
      âWhat am I going to do?â she mumbled to herself.
      The door to the room opened again; Dr. Kipp entering once more.
      âHi Miss. Forman,â Dr. Kipp greeted. âWe got your test results back.â
      She gulped. âAnd?â
      He sat down on the stool next to her bed and looked her in the eyes. âItâs positive.â
      Her heart dropped completely, and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. âIâm pregnant?â
      âI know this is a lot to take in, but we need to gather some more information from you so we can determine how far along you are. But first the basics. Whatâs your full name?â
      âY/f/n y/m/n Forman.â
      He scratched her answer down on his clipboard. âBirthday?â
      âMay 18, 1959.â
      âSo, that makes you eighteen years old, correct?â
      Y/n nodded.
      âOkay, and your current address?â
      â416 Edlebrook Ave.â
      âBeautiful,â the doctor responded and looked up from his clipboard. âDo you know who the father is?â
      Tears started to burn her eyes as she nodded her head. âI do.â
      âWhatâs his name?â
      âSteven James Hyde.â
      âWhen was your last menstrual cycle?â
      âSomewhere in mid September.â
      âAnd today is October 19,â he said more to himself. âSo, you are about three weeks along. Now, Iâm going to give this information to the nurse and have her give you a pamphlet and a referral to an OB/GYN. Iâll have them give you a call to set up an appointment. Do we have permission to leave a message with someone if youâre not available?â
      âUhâŚno, just me is fine, thanks. Iâm not ready to tell people yet.â
      He nods. âUnderstandable. Now, letâs look at your head and see how youâre doing.â As he took out a flashlight and started examining her eyes, Hyde walked back in the room.
      âHey, Doc. Howâs she doing?â he asked.
      âWell, Iâm not seeing any signs of concussion, so thatâs good.â He turned off the light and started feeling around underneath her jaw to the back of her head where he felt her bump. She winced and he took note of it. âShe seems great besides that nasty bump. Just put some ice on it if it starts to hurt and take some aspirin for the pain. Otherwise, youâre good to go.â
      âWhat about her test results?â
      Dr. Kipp glanced at y/n and saw her terrified look. He glanced back at Steven who looked worried. âTest results came back normal and sheâs perfectly healthy.â He noticed Steven visibly relax. âAnything else, she may discuss with you at her discretion.â
      Y/n mouthed a thank you to the doctor who gave her a subtle nod and finished writing his notes on his clipboard. âIâll have a nurse discharge you. You have a good rest of your night and rest up.â
      Y/n nodded. âThank you.â
      With that, he left the room, leaving y/n wanting to vomitâand not from feeling sick this time. She continued to sit in her bed, not being able to properly process the information. Her world felt fuzzy and she felt like she was going to pass out for a second time. She could hear Steven talking to her, but it was all garbled and muffled as if she were underwater. Was her dream right? Was she going to be disowned by her family? Is she going to disappoint her mother? Oh no, how is Red going to take this? She and Steven are dead. Dead like road kill.
      She heard Stevenâs muffled voice again, but this time louder. She blinked and looked up at Steven. âIâm sorry, what?â
      He knitted his eyebrows at her. âI said, are you okay? Do you need help getting dressed?â
      She shook her heavy head and slowly slid out of bed. âI should be okay.â She untied her hospital gown, allowing it to pool around her feet. She shivered as the cold air hit her bare skin and turned to see her clothes balled up in a plastic bag. She slowly started dressing herself and felt Hydeâs eyes burn into her the whole time.
      She finally looked up at him as she finished putting on her pajama top. âWhatâs up?â
      âAre you sure youâre okay? Youâre acting different.â
      She nodded, not being able to look him in the eye. âYeah, I think so. Just still not feeling well and feeling a little disoriented from the fall. But I think Iâm good.â
      He eyed her for a minute. âOkay,â he responded slowly. âAs long as you donât pass out on me again.â
      She chuckled. âI think Iâll be okay.â
      A knock came at the door and the nurse walked in. âOkay, Miss Forman. Here are your doctorâs notes to help you feel better. Plenty of rest and fluids. Andââ She noticed Steven listening to her and she looked back down at the pamphlet in her hands and slid the doctorâs notes over it. âHereâs everything you else need to know. If you have any questions, thereâs a number you can call and if you donât get better or start to feel worse, come on back in.â
      Y/n thanked her and quietly gathered the rest of her stuff and headed out with Steven. He guided her slowly into the camino and started up the car. She rested her elbow on the windowsill of the door and leaned her head into her hand, feeling like sleep will overtake her any minute now. Hyde placed a gentle hand on her thigh and lovingly rubber circles with his thumb.
      âLetâs get you back in bed, yeah?â
      She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, not being able to form words in fear she would start crying.
      The drive home was deathly quiet as rain started to fall. The only noise emitting was outside as the rain fell onto the windshield. Not being able to handle the silence, Hyde reached over and turned on the radio, allowing the music to softly fill the car. It eased the tension slightly, allowing y/n to relax.
      He pulled up in front of a supermarket and put the car in park.
      âWhat are we doing here?â she croaked.
      âDo you want some soup?â
      She gave him a small smile. âThat would be nice. Thank you.â
      He nodded and got out of the car, leaving it on so the heater would warm up y/n. Ever since the hospital, sheâd been cold and not able to heat up as fast as she normally would. She shivered, realizing she didnât bring a jacket or her robe. She looked around the car and noticed a blanket behind the driverâs seat. She wrapped her cold fingers around the soft material and realized it was their sex blanket. She crunched up her nose a little, noticing some stains. âUgh, gross,â she murmured before placing the clean side on her. The stench of sex filled her nostrils, but luckily it didnât upset her stomach more than it already was.
      She waited in the car for a few more minutes with the blanket pulled up to her chin and listened to the music. Paul Anka came on, singing (Youâre) Having My Baby.
      âWould you look at that,â she grumbled and changed the station. Stevie Wonderâs Isnât She Lovely was on playing. âWhat theâŚâ she grumbled and changed it to another station. A country song this time was playing. One that y/n didnât know, but it was better than the others, so she left it on. She listened to the lyrics as they went:
      The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib And better homes and garden shows, the modern way to live And the pill may change the world tomorrow, but meanwhile, today Here in Topeka, the flies are a buzzin' The dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin' One needs a spankin' and one needs a huggin' Lord, one's on the way
Oh gee, I hope it ain't twins, again.
       âAre you kidding me?â She reached over and turned off the radio, choosing to sit in silence.
      Just then the driverâs door opened and Steven clambered inside with a container of chicken soup in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. âHere you go, doll.â
      âAwe, thank you, baby.â She grabbed the container from his hands and allowed the warmth to thaw her icy ones.
      âYou turned off the music?â he questioned and started to beat the pack against the heel of his hand.
      âYeah, there was nothing good on.â Technically not a lie.
      âAh, makes sense,â he responded and noticed the blanket. He snorted teasingly. âCold?â
      âNo, no, Iâm burning up actually. The blanket was so I could feel like Iâm in hell.â
      He threw his add head back laughing. âTake it easy, Firecracker. If I hada known you were cold, I wouldâve given you my jacket.â
      She smirked at him. âNah, this is fine. Thanks. Besides, I wouldnât want you to be cold.â
      âIâll be fine,â he said and stuck a cigarette between his lips.
      Y/nâs eyes widened and quickly ripped it from him mouth.
      âWhat the hell, y/n?â
      âUh, Iâm still not feeling well enough. I donât want hurl all over your car.â
      He scrunched up his nose at her. âFine. Fair point. But Iâm smoking when I get back!â
      Y/n shook her head at him. âWhat a rebel.â
      âDamn straight,â he responded and turned the car on. âDonât forget who youâre with.â
      âI couldnât even if I wanted to.â
      He smiled at her before backing up and driving them home for the night.
                         --Time Skipâ
      The next couple of days were brutal for y/n. Kitty wouldnât stop interrogating her and y/n finally told something made up to get her off her back. Kitty didnât believe her, but she backed off knowing sheâll be back again. She wanted so badly to tell Steven about her pregnancy, but every time she tried, it would come out a different sentence.
     âIâm,â she would start, but right when she would look into his baby blue eyes, she would panic. âhungry. Iâm hungry, starving! Can we go get something to eat?â
     He would give her a weird look before agreeing and leaving to buy her food.
      On top of that, morning sickness would rear its ugly head and she would end up being sick at the most random of times. She would be sitting down in the basement with her friends, feeling fine, but then she would feel her lunch coming back up and she would have to haul ass to the nearest restroom.
      Everyone was worried about her, trying to get her to go back to the doctor, but she already knew. She had secretly made the appointment with the OB/GYN and wasnât going to be able to see her until two weeks out. Until then, she had to keep lying and making excuses.
      âItâs been almost a week,â Eric said one afternoon as they were all huddled into the basement. âYou really should go back to the doctor.â
             âIâd rather not,â Y/n said. âGoing to the doctors for every sniff and cough is not my thing.â
            âBut itâs not just a sniffle or a cough,â he pointed out. âItâs like one minute youâre fine and then the next youâre throwing up Momâs tuna casserole.â
          âThat was a long night,â she countered, remembering that night as she had to lay on the floor next to the toilet for hours because she couldnât stop throwing up.
       âWell, can you still keep down fluids?â Donna asked. âLike, chicken broth, orange juice, and tea?â
      âYeah, those are fine,â Y/n responded. âI just canât seem to digest solid foods. But I was able to drink apple juice the other day with some bread. Iâm also not nauseas all day anymore. I think Iâm getting better.â
       âWell, if youâre feeling better, wanna go shoot some hoops?â Kelso asked.
       âNah, but you guys can,â Y/n responded. âMe and Donna can just sit and ogle.â
       âI knew you were checking me out,â Kelso purred and rubbed his chest.
       âNot you, you dork,â Y/n said. âHyde and Eric.â
            âYou ogle at me?â Eric said disgusted. âThatâs gross.â
       âNo! Donna is, you dumbass!â Y/n said and stood up while Eric laughed. âMoron.â
       She walked outside to the driveway with everyone behind her. As they reached the driveway, the boys split up into their group while Donna and y/n moved away to watch from the porch.
       âSo, Hyde, howâs it been with you and y/n?â Kelso asked under his breath, making sure the girls couldnât hear.
       âYou know, things are going good, but with her being sick this past week, itâs been kinda hard not getting any action,â Hyde responded.
       âEwwwww! Could you please not?â Eric exclaimed. âI told you I donât wanna hear it.â
       âI know, thatâs why I did it,â Hyde laughed and tossed the ball to Eric. âYour play. Go.â
       The girls watched from the porch, admiring the way their men looked. Y/n wanted so badly to jump Hydeâs bones, but didnât want to puke in the middle of it and ruin the mood. She and Donna chatted idly as they watched their men get sweaty and hot.
       âLook, I know heâs your brother, but damn does he look hot when heâs all concentrated,â Donna swooned as she watched Eric block Fezâs slam dunk.
       âReally? I think he looks constipated,â Y/n laughed.
       In the middle of the play, Eric turned, facing them while trying to block Kelso from making his shot. The concentration he wore on his face made Donna drool but laugh.
       âYouâre right, he does look constipated,â she agreed and laughed even more.
       âI know you donât think so, but Steven just looks so good when heâs moving around like that,â Y/n said and stared at her boyfriend. âI mean, when he gets all sweaty and flushed, it makes me want him so bad.â
       Donna chuckled. âSo, how have you guys been?â
       âWeâve been good. You know with me being this sick, we havenât really gotten the time to do it or anything.â
       âFrom the looks of it earlier and hearing Eric scream âewâ makes me believe that Hyde already said something like that to him,â Donna laughed once more.
       Y/n chuckled. âSounds about right.â
       They fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the four boys play basketball. The entire time, y/nâs heart was hammering against her chest, debating on telling Donna right there. She couldnât take keeping a secret this big from her best friend. Besides, if she wasnât going to tell someone soon, she was going to explode.
       âDonna,â she said shakily. âI have something to tell you.â
       Seeing how serious her tone was, Donna perked up. âWhat?â
       âI need you to promise me that youâre not going to freak out. Because if you do, everyone will hear it and I canât have that right now.â
       Donnaâs heart started beating wildly against her own ribcage, now nervous and worried. âOkay?â
      âAnd whatever happens, promise me youâll still be my friend?â
      âOf course! Whatâs going on?â
       Y/n took a deep breath before looking Donna in the eye. At that moment, she wanted to crawl up in a bawl and just cry. But she knew she couldnât; She had to be strong. So instead she let out a shaky breath.
       âIâm pregnant.â
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Feitan x Reader (Not SFW)
Content Warnings: 18+ only, Noncon (dead dove do not eat), kidnapping+imprisonment, whipping, orgasm control, forced orgasm, verbal degradation
AFAB reader
Synopsis: reader is a beginner nen user and has been investigating the phantom troupe. instead of killing them, our smol sadist decides kidnapping them to play with might be more fun :)
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The moment you regain consciousness, you know something is wrong.
Your awareness comes back slowly, dragging itself up out of a murky haze, and with it discomfort. The first stirring of alarm comes when you try to move your arms. Still shrouded in fog, you strain for a few futile seconds before realizing that your arms are tied behind your back, you think with rope, and you canât move them at all. The stiffness in your shoulders tells you that youâve been positioned like this for a while.
Instinctively, you call forth your En, wanting to know where you are and what - or who - is around you. But when you reach for the power thatâs simmered under your skin for the past year, always ready, always accessible, something just⌠doesnât connect. You still have a life force, obviously, but it feels blocked off somehow, like itâs just beyond your reach, fingertips brushing it but unable to grasp ahold.
The twinge of alarm in your chest has ballooned into panic, and you start to sweat, heart hammering against the inside of your chest. From the feel of it, your ankles are tied to the legs of a narrow table that youâre currently bent over, holding your legs spread open; in addition to your arms bound behind you by an intricate braid of rope that secures you from shoulder to wrist, you can feel something fitted snugly around your neck. As you open your eyes, seeing nothing but a blank, dark wall in front of you, your attempt to lift your head is stopped with a jolt as the short chain attaching your collar to the table snaps taut. And most insidiously, the chilled air brushing against your skin tells you that youâre completely naked.
As your brain processes all this new information, a single coherent thought pops into your head - oh, fuck.
âYouâre awake.â
The quiet voice behind you makes you freeze. You stop breathing, every muscle tense, as the voiceâs owner slowly steps into your field of vision, and when you see who it is, you could swear your heart stops beating.
âFeitan.â Your strangled whisper, barely audible even to you, prompts the corner of his mouth to rise imperceptibly. The Phantom Troupeâs torturer stands relaxed before you, shirtless, pale chest shining in the dim light. His face is impassive; he seems completely emotionless as he stares down at you, bound and growing increasingly panicked before him.
âYou canât use your Nen,â he says in that soft, unsettling voice of his. âIâm sure youâve noticed by now. But thereâs no point in trying. You canât escape.â
âW-Why am I here?â you choke out, every muscle in your body still rigid. You canât stand to meet his gaze; instead, your eyes stare straight ahead, unblinking.
âYou were getting a little too nosy for our liking. I was just going to kill you, but when we were going through your computer, we saw some⌠interesting things in your search history. I was so surprised, a bland little thing like you⌠I decided it would be a shame to kill you without playing with you first.â
You recoil in disgust at his choice of words. What the fuck?? What is he talking about? Your mind scrambles for a response, but he continues before you can get a word in.
âI can tell youâre afraid.â He removes a hand from his pocket and cups your chin, tilting your head as far as the collar and chain will allow and forcing you to lock eyes with him. He smiles, and your blood runs cold. The look in his eyes is unmistakably that of a predator sizing up its prey. âThatâs good. You should be.â
With that word, he releases you, striding back around the table where you canât see him. You strain your head, trying to track his movements, but the collar gives you a very limited range of vision. âWait!â you cry, âwhat are you - please, what do you want? Iâll - Iâll give you what you want, just please let me go.â Your voice comes out terribly weak-sounding, and you inwardly scream, pulling against your restraints with a renewed vigor, desperately trying to conjure forth the Nen that continues to elude your grasp. He snickers, the sound coming from a good distance away, so you jump in shock when his hand caresses your ass a moment later, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You shrink from his touch, shrink from the thought of what your revealing position, bent over like this, implies. No⌠he wouldnât⌠he canâtâŚ
âI already have what I want. Iâve caught you, and now I get to have my fun with you.â Thereâs no mistaking the glee in his voice, filling you with dread, your mind whirring ever faster toward the inescapable truth of the situation. His hand slips away from your ass, and you hear a faint rustling - heâs holding something, but you donât know what. The seconds tick past, no indication of movement from behind you, and you find yourself holding your breath in anticipation. Your heartbeat thuds against the table, against the inside of your chest, the utter silence threatening to drown you, the blood roaring in your ears, what is he going to do to me, oh god oh god oh god-
Your thoughts are cut off as the whip cracks across your ass, hard, and you scream - honestly at first merely from the shock of the impact and the loud noise, adrenaline numbing your senses. But a moment later the pain registers in your brain, a line of white-hot fire running across your backside, and your throat tightens, breathing growing fast and shallow. âFeitan, please-â
âOh, that hurts, does it? I thought you were tougher than that.â
The whip slashes you again, lower this time, leaving another line of heat in its wake. âStop!â you cry, desperately fighting back the tears forming in your eyes. He laughs wordlessly, letting a long, silent second stretch out before slashing you again, then again, each crack of the whip punctuated by your cries. You strain your head, trying to see where he is so you can anticipate when the next hit will come, but heâs out of your field of vision - the only thing you can see is the blank wall in front of you. Heâs varying the amount of time between whips on purpose, you realize, sometimes landing three or four in agonizingly quick succession, sometimes letting long seconds stretch between each one. The anticipation has you shivering, squirming in your tight constraints, not knowing when the next lick of pain will cut into your flesh. Heâs trying to get inside your head, amplify your fear and helplessness, make you weak.
And fuck, itâs working. Youâve taken worse than this in training, far worse, and heâs right, you are tougher than this. A whipping should not be enough to have you undone, tears now streaming down your cheeks, body flinching as the blows land across your exposed ass and thighs. Except⌠training had also never left you with this terrible tension between your legs. The criss-crossing web of angry red marks Feitanâs whip had created were practically glowing with heat, and while the stinging, burning sensation was undoubtedly painful, with the anticipation and the fear and your adrenaline-addled brain⌠it also felt a whole lot like pleasure.
As the whip landed again, the cry you let out was unmistakably close to a moan. You could hear the delight in Feitanâs voice as he stepped closer, running a hand across the angry flesh of your backside, his cool fingers tracing the lines heâd made. âLike I said, I was surprised at the things you watched to get off. We share many of the same tastes, you know. But between the two of us, we both know which one is the little masochist.â At the word masochist, his hand dips between your legs and strokes the wetness thatâs gathered there. You gasp as his fingers find your clit, swirling over it in a motion that draws a moan equal parts shame and desire from your lips. âWhat a fucking slut you are,â he murmurs, âgetting wet from me whipping you. Youâre pathetic.â You cry out as he slides two fingers into you, curling them against just the right spot.
âDonât,â you whimper, âplease.â
âOh, you donât think this feels good?â Feitan asks. âFine. Maybe youâll prefer this.â His fingers slip out of you and you can hear him rummaging with something underneath the table. Realization dawns on you as a telltale buzzing starts up, a moment before he presses the vibrator against your clit. You moan, back arching involuntarily as you press down onto the wand, shame flooding through you a moment later at how good it feels.
âNo, stop, donât⌠donât make me-â
âOh, Iâm not making you do anything,â Feitan says, securing the vibrator in place and sliding his fingers back into you. He leans over you, drawing his fingers in and out in a slow, consistent rhythm. âItâs not my fault youâre a little painslut that gets off from me hurting you.â He lowers his head to your bare shoulder, and as you feel his cool breath on your hot skin, you wonder if he is bizarrely going to kiss you. When his mouth meets your flesh, however, itâs his teeth that sink in, eliciting a new, different sort of pain. You canât help but moan as he harshly works his mouth on you, sucking and biting your skin in a way you know is going to leave a bruise. You writhe, trying to get away from the sensations of pain, of pleasure, the two almost indistinguishable now, overwhelming you. You realize with horror that youâre already well on your way to orgasm - usually it takes you longer than this, but fuck, you canât help it, you canât stop the bombardment of stimuli hitting your body, his fingers working expertly inside of you, the burning marks covering your backside, the vibrator inescapably pressed against your clit.
âPlease stop,â you beg, humiliated, desperate, you canât come from what this monster is doing to you. Being degraded like this is bad enough, but you canât give him the satisfaction of enjoying it.
âGetting close, are we?â Feitan leans further over you, whispering his next words directly into your ear. âDonât you dare come without my permission. Understand?â When you donât respond immediately, he grabs a fistful of your hair with his free hand and pulls, hard. You yelp, and quickly stutter your assent, yes, you understand. âGood.â He lets go of your hair, releasing the tension on your scalp, but in the next moment his mouth is on the side of your neck, working his teeth into the soft flesh above the collar. You jerk away but are stopped short by the chain, and he digs his teeth in so hard youâre afraid heâs going to draw blood.
Itâs jarring having him so close, so intimate. The faint scent of his hair, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the wet heat of his mouth - itâs a disgusting parody of the intimacy shared by actual lovers. You close your eyes, squeezing out the tears still freely flowing, and try desperately to dissociate. You donât want to be here, trapped in your aching body; you will your mind to go anywhere else, to drift off in some fantasy that will let you escape the horror of what this man is doing to you. But you canât. If it were purely pain you had to endure, youâd be able to do it, you were sure, but youâd never had to contend with someone using your own body against you like this.
The seconds tick past as you writhe and moan and shake beneath him, gritting your teeth, breath coming in short gasps, and then - you canât do it. Your resolve breaks, you canât do it, you canât hold back any longer, you feel like youâre going to explode, and you let the pleasure come freely, gasping as you reach the edge. Remembering his threat, you ask through clenched teeth, âCan I come?â Feitan leans back, huffing out a breath, and you can feel the self-satisfied smirk on his face. Heâs won.
You donât understand when the stimulation suddenly disappears, his fingers slipping out of you and the vibrator pulling away. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperately seeking the pleasure that was there a moment before, the orgasm still so close. A sound of utter betrayal escapes your lips as you realize what heâs done.
âWhat? Werenât you asking me to stop just a few minutes ago? I thought this is what you wanted.â The glee in his voice is unmistakable, and in that moment, you hate him with every cell in your body.
âYou fucking basta-Aagghh!â your words are cut off as the whip slashes across your ass again, catching you completely off guard. You sob in anger and pain as he whips you hard, five times in immediate succession. The brief break your tender flesh had been granted only heightens the pain as five fresh marks join the lattice of swollen lines covering your ass and thighs. âFuck!â you scream, fresh tears springing to your eyes.
âOh, you poor thing,â Feitan says derisively. In the next instant, heâs pressing the vibrator against your clit again, laughing at the way your body immediately reacts, arching into the stimulation. You canât fight the whimpers escaping your mouth, every muscle in your body tense and shaking as the orgasm previously denied to you builds back to a crescendo.
âPlease can I come?â you cry, and the fact that you already know the answer doesnât ease the agony as Feitan pulls the vibrator away, leaving you teetering on the edge but unable to push yourself over. You sob as he whips you again, no longer making even the barest effort to hide your pain and frustration. You realize distantly that youâre breathing too fast, too shallow, and your head is spinning; itâs a good thing youâre laid out on this table, because thereâs no way you could remain standing right now.
Done with the whip for the moment, Feitan leans over you, sliding two fingers deep into your cunt and rubbing your clit with the other hand. âDo you know how absolutely dripping wet you are right now?â he murmurs. âItâs pathetic.â
âFuck you,â you reply through gritted teeth, but then he curls his fingers in just the right way, and- âAaahhh, pleeeease may I come?â
âNo,â he replies, voice full of malicious glee, pulling away, and you brace yourself for the whip you know is coming. Youâre caught completely off guard, then, when he presses the vibrator against your clit just moments later, and youâre immediately pushed back to the edge.
âOhhhhfuckcanIcome?â you gasp, and when he pulls the vibrator away, the noise you make is one of absolute despair. Youâre exhausted from the pain, from the stress, from the edging; youâre dimly aware of how not in control you are, mind clouded over with fear and desperation and the overwhelming desire - no, need to come, youâve never been this desperate in your life, and while you hate the man standing behind you with your whole being, youâre also utterly dependent on him for the release your body is begging for. âFeitan,â you whimper, âplease, Iâm begging you, please, stop, I need toâŚâ
âOh, you need to, do you?â He runs his hand over your ass, fingers grazing over the lines heâs left, dipping lower to teasingly trace over your cunt before returning to their original path. âYouâll just die if I donât let you come, will you? Is that how this works?â He laughs at your quiet stream of pleases, muttered almost unintelligibly as you shake and cry before him.
His hand disappears, and suddenly heâs in front of you again, crouched down so that your eyes are level with his. His fingers curl into your hair and yank, forcing your eyes open, and you stare at him through a haze of tears. âYou want to come? Earn it. And donât even think about biting me - you wonât live long to regret it.â He stands, hands fumbling with the front of his pants, and you understand as he frees his cock and shoves it against your lips. You hesitate, recoiling at the thought, but as he grabs your hair again and pulls hard, you open your mouth for him.
Feitan doesnât hesitate to shove his cock down your throat, making you gag and struggle to turn your head away, fighting his grip. He holds himself there for a long moment, then pulls out long enough for you to gasp for air before shoving himself in again. You struggle to control your tongue and lips as he fucks your mouth in earnest, staying just shy of the point that will make you gag but setting a rapid pace that almost immediately has you struggling to take in enough air. Youâre torn between a desire to make this as unpleasant as you can for him and just wanting it to be over as quick as possible. Not that you have much control over that anyways - both of his hands are tangled in your hair now, controlling the speed and angle of his thrusts, and you canât so much as turn your head away.
âLook at me,â he growls. You strain to meet his gaze at this awkward angle, and a jolt runs through you as you lock eyes. His face is twisted into what could only be described as a manic euphoria - eyes wide, pupils dilated, a slight sheen of sweat coating his temple, and a smile of pure, sadistic delight on his face. Itâs the expression of someone unhinged from reality - and whoâs loving every moment of what theyâre doing.
Feitan pulls out of your mouth suddenly, leaving a strand of saliva hanging from your lips to the head of his cock. He surprises you as he releases his grip on your hair and lowers a hand to caress your cheek; the gesture is soft, completely incongruous with the rest of his actions. âYou look perfect like this, you know,â he says quietly. You stare back at him in shock, at a loss for words. What is that expression in his eyes? If the thought didnât strike you as absolutely absurd, youâd call it affectionate.
You donât have time to say anything, though, as he strides around the table again and positions himself behind you. You let out a choked cry as you feel something hard press up against your opening, and within the next moment heâs pushed inside you. The âNoâ dies on your lips as he slides in deep, stretching you out, hitting every nerve inside you, and your back arches against your will. You donât want it to feel good, you donât want this at all, but the fresh tears that slide down your cheeks as he begins fucking you arenât ones of pain. Your body screams in pleasure every time he slams into you, rough and fast, his hands gripping your whip-damaged hips, and youâre reminded just how close you were to coming before. The slight gasps coming from behind you tell you that Feitan is getting there as well, and you fleetingly rejoice at the thought that this will be over soon.
The sound that leaves your mouth when he reaches down to rub your clit would have made you ashamed, before. Now, the only thought in your head is of release. Youâre at the edge again immediately as his fingers practically attack your clit, rubbing too hard, too fast, itâs almost painful, and you donât even attempt to ask before letting the orgasm bloom inside you. In that moment, everything falls away. Your entire awareness is focused on the pulsing heat between your legs and his cock still pounding into you, your pussy clenching around every thrust as you come harder than you ever have in your life. You donât know if you scream or sob or stay silent. You arenât aware of anything besides how unimaginably, exquisitely perfect you feel.
Itâs bliss.
.
You barely notice as Feitan comes inside of you, pushing in as deep as he physically can before eventually pulling out, leaving you limp on the table. You donât know how long you lay there, eyes shut, mind drifting in and out of awareness as he does god knows what in the room behind you. You like it this way. Itâs so much easier not to think.
When he eventually walks around into your field of vision, heâs fully clothed, face covered by a bandana, his earlier expression now replaced with the usual impassivity. He crouches so his face is at eye level with yours and gazes coolly at you. âYou disobeyed me.â
âI - what?â you mumble, raising your head.
âYou came without asking permission,â Feitan says calmly, drawing a knife from his pocket. You stiffen, eyes wide as he raises the blade and delicately traces your jaw with it, keeping the pressure light enough to not break the skin. âI told you youâd regret it if you disobeyed me. And you did it anyways. Youâre even more of a masochist than I thought.â
âNo - I - thatâs not-â
âShut up.â The blade is at your lips now, tracing the outline of your Cupidâs bow. âI made a good choice when I brought you here. Youâre going to be a very entertaining little pet. Now-â he stands abruptly. âIâll be back in a few hours. Iâll punish you then.â
You twist your head around as you try to follow his departure from your field of vision, a sense of relief filling you at the thought of even a temporary reprieve. âOh, I almost forgot,â he says from behind you. You jerk as he clicks the vibrator to life and presses it against your overly sensitive clit, trying to angle your hips away. He only pushes it harder up against you and secures it in place against the table with what sounds like a metal clamp. âMaybe this will make you more obedient.â You squirm, arching your back and wriggling your hips to try to escape the stimulation, but itâs no use - the vibrator is pressed up snugly against you, and it wonât budge. Your stomach drops as you realize how heâs going to leave you.
âWait!â you cry, mind racing for something to say to make him change his mind.
Your answer is the slam of the door behind him as Feitan walks out.
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Hi Lemilia-senpai! Can i ask for a romantic and fluffy ficlet with Silver and a fem crush with the word âcookingâ please? Thank you!
Good day, Iâm back. Work has been kicking my ass but hopefully I get to the full swing of things as the year progresses. Please enjoy this fic with some hints of familial and romantic love.
Word count: 4,735Â
The Possibilites are Endless
âI want to make you proud.â
Silverâs family was among the fae, it had always been, and despite being the only human many did not hesitate to show affection towards him. Â Try as he may, Silver had no memory of his youth before Lilia took him in though the old man did say he smelled of charred wood when he found him but that was all he could surmise. Malleus, another boy Llia raised into adulthood, looked after him and another boy, Sebek. Their lives were relatively easy but it came with the promise and training to become Malleusâ royal guards
Silver had a knack of roaming the halls alone when he wasnât studying or practicing swordsmanship. He liked to trail the smell of the kitchen; the staff were nice to him and since he didnât pose much trouble, they allowed him to look through their work station granted he doesnât touch anything hot. The soft creaking of the door and pattering of feet would always be acknowledged by the chefs before they went back to work.
Ever the curious boy he was, he walked up to the one of the stations with his nose smelling salt, pepper, and thyme. His eyes would sparkle at the cooking materials before him, palms almost itching to grab it.
His small hands reached for a hammer, one made of wood and had spiked endings. He looked up at the sound of laughter, the chef smile down at him after cutting crosses into the meat he was preparing. âInterested in that?â Silver was inclined to put it back before it was lifted out of his hold with magic. âThis is a meat tenderizer, it helps you make the meat softer before cooking.â
âWhat happens if you donât hammer it?â Silver tipped his toes, looking at the raw meat seasoned with spices that tickled his nose.
âItâll be tough to chew,â The chef let the hammer float out his hands, hovering over the peace of meat to beat it with hard slaps. âWhy donât you sit down over there and Iâll make you a snack and then youâll see the difference.â
He sat obediently on a stool, watching the chef get to work with the many spices and herbs that he smelled that sizzled with the meat. Yes, he had enjoyed the luxury of his new life under the fae but it wasnât always this comforting or relaxing. Malleus and Lilia were often busy and SebekâŚWhile Sebek was fun to play with, his loud personality often made Silver exhausted.
âCan I help?â
There was a beat of hesitation and the drop of the shoulders that he had seen almost familiarity âWhen youâre able to handle the hammer with magic.â The chef smiled at him again but Silver already knew what that meant. What he could handle was different from people like Lilia could handle.
His look was dejected but it was something he was used to hearing. The limits of those of the fae and humans were vastly different and their treatment of him was a testament to that; always protected and never seeing the front, always staying behind and never someoneâs side. The silence was deafening and his eyelids grew heavy, slipping into a sleep he didnât want to go into. A dream begets oneâs deepest desires, a long yearning for something so awaited for so long. He dreamed of standing next to someone, their cloak fluttering in the wind.
Ah, yesâŚThis is what he wanted the most.
Perhaps one day, heâll stand side by side with someone. SomedayâŚ
His eyes opened, the apple tree lending light to him from the small crevices and holes formed by leaves and branches. Riddle sat next to him, sweaty from their previous ordeal. They had cooked so much meals that day that the ghosts had asked them to take a break.
âHeat doesnât affect us,â Said the head chef. âThe students are not yet accustomed to the kitchen so itâs best to let them rest.â His head craned to Riddle and Silver. âA good thirty minutes will do.â
âHm,â Riddle leaned his head against the bark. âThe next judges are Jamil, Vil and MalleusâŚTheyâre the hardest trio to please.â Silver grimaced, first a dream that bore into his heart then having to face Malleus? Talk about bad timing. âWhat are we cooking this time?â Silver asks.
âBeef stew.â
There was a grimacing from both of them and Silver pushed himself off the ground. âThe sooner we finish this, the better.â Offering his hand to Riddle, he pulled his classmate from the grass. âPlease donât hesitate to tell me when Iâm dozing off this time.â The redhead let out a small laugh, remembering the moment Silver fell asleep while stirring some ingredients. âI will.â
The two walked back to the kitchen sharing a brief silence together, âDo youâŚâ Silver began. âDo you often doubt your abilities?â Riddle tilted his head before Silver explained once more. âWhat I mean is that you question if youâre really as strong as people say you areâŚOr something like that.â
âI do. Many times.â Their walk slowed and Riddle looks at his pen, its pristine gem clear and pure of the ink that once dwelled within it. âEven after I became the dorm leader, I always do. My magic cancels out others, yes, people often think that my magic is the strongest theyâve seen but in reality, itâs rigid and stiff and above all, conditional.â
There was a look of remembrance in his face and Riddle sighed, pocketing his pen neatly onto his uniform. âPeople like Leona, Azul and all others after me hold magic far greater than what I can ever hope to achieve. I have moments when I think of myself as not being strong enough, being bitter about what I canât do.â
Silver sighs, perhaps he shouldnât have asked but seeing Riddle suddenly smile made him pause. âBut that also means that even I have a long way to go in perfecting my magic.â
âAnd what better way to improve than by improving oneâs talent in cooking?â Riddleâs smile was sweet and Silver couldnât help but return it. âThatâs right.â
âAh, butâŚI should really get used to cutting onions.â
âYouâll get them right, eventually.â
The three judges took their seats. Silver closed his eyes, holding the meat tenderizer tightly in his hand. The presence of someone he wanted to impress wasnât doing wonders for his insides.
Vil pulled him seat closer, eyeing Riddle with a smirk. He had been a judge in the past along with Jamil. âWeâll be in your care.â Vil says. âAs far as charred remains go, I expect a lovely dish. Perhaps control the fire you use this time.â There was a noise of embarrassment and Riddle pouted. âIâŚI have improved my craft with Silver,â His goes back to his dignified pose, of that of a king, âI will not serve food that isnât up to your standards.â
A huffing laughter and Vil leaned back on his seat. âMake my taste buds sing, Queen of Hearts.â Malleus regarded the two with a calculated gaze. âHow is Silver in all this?â He asked his junior, Riddle had just taken out some garlic, onion and potatoes while Silver went to the back to prepare the meat, clearly not wanting to look but listening to Riddleâs criticisms.
âHe has done well with a few close calls.â Riddle explained. âI cannot say for certain which of us is doing the best since I have resigned myself from that thinking. This event isnât to see who cooks better but to teach those who want to know the craft.â
Malleus chuckles and Riddle lets him go on his way. âThen he is in good hands. I shall look forward to your creations, Rosehearts, Silver.â
Jamil looked to his side, eyes wide suddenly. âI didnât you were coming along, prefect.â You came in with a camera and some notepads in your hands, it was clear that you rushed your way to the building. âI have to record this moment for the school newspaper.â
You waved at Silver and gave you a smile in return. While your appearance in Night Raven was sudden, you and Silver had grown close quickly and often joining each other for lunch or spending time together after school. Your presence was calming him but also an indicator that he should do well.
âJust act like Iâm not here.â You ready your camera and took a shot.
Jamilâs eyes looked at how they worked through the kitchen, so far so good in terms of food prep. Riddle was meticulous with handling the knifeâŚThough he needed some time to perfect cutting onions without crying. He canât blame him, he had the same problem when he was starting out. The meat tenderizer hit the raw meat a few times before being cut into small pieces.
Silver seemed to have prior knowledge to cooking and he was faring out better than Riddle. The smell of garlic, onion, carrots and potato mixed together perfectly. So far, so good. It wasnât long for you to kneel beside him to take a picture of the cooking area from a different angle. âI think theyâre doing well. No bad fires or anything!â You whispered to Jamil and he only shrugged his shoulders.
âIndeed.â Jamil leaned back on his seat. âSilver and you hang out together often, correct?â
âYup, during lunch times mostly.â
Jamil nodded his head. âThen youâll be able to see what Iâm seeing in a clearer light.â A wave of confusion washes over you and you look onto Silver without the eyes of a photographer. His eyes determined yet his shoulders tight and rigid, those shaking hands handling equipment flimsily.
âItâs only proper that you put good posture into everything you do,â Jamil lectured. âIn cooking it is a necessity, no less. And while I understand he wants to do his best given the leader of his dorm will be a judge âŚâ He placed a hand on his chin in thought.
âYou think this behavior runs deeper, is that it?â
Jamil smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders. You set your camera on the table, letting your knees rest. âSilver doesnât talk much about his dorm.â You explain. âHe feels that he doesnât need toâŚBut out of the group heâs always with, he tries the hardest.â
Silver sets the meat and cut vegetables into a pressure cooker. âThe hardest?â You look down at your feet, your memories filing to the days he chose to be vulnerable around you. It was under one of the apple trees.
âWhen youâre different, you do what it takes to belong. While I have been reminded time and time again that it isnât neededâŚâ His eyes are downcast, staring into nothing; a big sigh lets his shoulders grow and recede. âItâs harder to keep trying when the difference is so obvious.â
Jamil is silent and so were you. The pressure cooker had been set and the waiting game began, Riddle was quick to shake Silver out of what might have been a sleeping spell. âSilverâs strength is immense and his skills make him almost a danger to those who try threaten the people he loves,â
âI just wish he wouldnât be so hard on himself.â The camera was pulled to your chest, you expression worrisome.
Jamil looks down, almost feeling guilty for prying. âIâm sorry I asked.â
âYou didnât know.â You reassured him.
The judging round was tense for both Silver and Riddle, the three students in front of them had the most refined palates in the entire school. The plates were shaking in their hands, Riddle handing one plate to Jamil then to Vil and leaving Silver to Malleus.
The flash of the camera made everything hazy, suddenly the sound of silence was too deafening. The plate rattled in his grip.
He needed to do well. He must do everything well.
âSilver?â
He closed his eyes and breathing deeply. There was anticipation and then concern as he tittered over.
âSilver.â
The light headedness was gripping him and he was swaying, he couldnât breathe properly.
âSilver!â
The plate shatters when it slipped out of his hands and Silver goes down to the ground with a loud thud, a collective gasp runs silences the entire room. You and Riddle bolt, taking Silver up in your arms and pulled him up from the hot mess of ceramic and spilled food. He was blinking wildly, only coming into consciousness seconds later.
He sees the mess, he sees his own legs sprawled on the floor with his head reeling in confusion and fear. Then he looks up at Malleus whose green eyes bore an expression he couldnât understand in all the panic that rose within him.
All the words said to him were things he couldnât hear in the strong beat that rattled in his ears. Malleus blinked, a hand reaching out to him with lips speaking but couldnât be head. âSilver, are youâ?â Silver gets up and immediately runs out of the building, pushing you and Riddle aside. Â
âHeâs not answering his phone.â You say, pulling the receiver off your ear. The mess had already been cleaned and destroyed plate disposed of. Malleus stood beside you, holding the last shard of broke plate carefully in his hands.
âPlease give me the shard. Iâll take care of itâ.â Riddle offered his hand but was met with only a question in return. âTell me, Silver has been practicing with you this whole time.â The redhead faltered and his hand went limp on his side. âHas he said anything to you, anything at all?â
Riddle was silent, his head hung in thought. âAll he ever told me was all about cooking butâŚHe did ask me one question about doubting yourself..â Malleus blinks then sets the shard down on the table behind him.
You set your phone back and Malleus closed his eyes. âI see.â
Pocketing your phone, you give your camera to Riddle. âIâll go look for him.â
âIâm coming too.â
Jamil walked to your side but before you could deny his request, he gave a sympathetic smile. âConsider it my apology for prying.â
âSilver, what is this?â
Lilia had come in at such a bad time, the stew he was trying to cook had burned in his sleep. With a flick of his wrist and snap of his fingers, the fire has disappeared into a pillar of smoke. The stew was a murky black and it smelled of charred remains.
âPapa, Iâ!â
Dread filled his soul, Lilia had approached the cauldron to lean down and scoop a spoonful of ruined stew and ate it in one bite.
âItâs good.â
Silver didnât flinch when Liliaâs hand set itself on his head. âNeeds a bit more salt but itâs good. Youâd make a good chef one day.â
âYou didnât have to lie to me.â
Silverâs hat had been discarded and so was the meat tenderizer, the tall boy huddled between the large roots of an old tree with hands around his shoulders and legs to his chest. He closed his eyes, remembering Liliaâs smiling face as he pat his head and assuring him whatever he makes tasted good.
And yetâŚ
His body calmed, limbs relaxed and eyes hollow. The winds blew the trees, the wood irked and the leaves hissed like rain. He blew it. He totally blew it. Everything he had been doing up until that point was perfect and thanks to Riddle he didnât fall asleep even once.
That was until he had to present his work to the judges. Malleus was a prince, after all, it was expected that he would be served nothing less than perfection. What he did was an absolute embarrassment to him and as the appointed knight to the royal family.
âRaise your head a little higher, strengthen your grip on the sword. Yes, very good.â The young boyâs hand was adjusted, the heir apparent holding it gently with his long fingers against his wrist. âThis part, your wrist, is the most valuable part in handling a blade.â Malleusâ smile betrayed his concern for him. âSo take care of it for me, alright?â
Even in his youth, Malleus was so careful with him as if he were an extremely delicate porcelain doll.
âLilia told me you had come down with a bad case of the stomach bug. Honestly, what were they thinking feeding you such a meal?â Malleusâ hand would come to feel his forehead. âIâll have the palace healer bring you some brews to ease your stomach pain.â The prince brushed some hair off his sweating face. âRest, Silver.â
What was the point of being a knight if all he ever did was stay behind at his orders?
âYou have to stay here and protect Sebek.â Beyond the castle walls, Silver could hear the roars of invading beast of the night and corrupted village people. Malleus held the boyâs shoulders while Silver pulled at his robes. âI canât let any one of you get hurt. No one should.â
All he ever wantedâŚ
âSilver,â Malleus would call for him.
Was to be next to him.
His hand would come up as it always did, his fingers ready to run through his hair. âSilver,â Heâd call out to him.
Thatâs all he ever wanted.
âSilver,â
âFound you.â
His eyes opened, your hand resting on his shoulder. The wind blew and making your hair fly, framing your face as you smiled at him. âYouâŚâ He turned his head when Jamil made his presence known
. âI didnât expect you to choose the forest as a hiding place. It took us a while to pinpoint where you were.â Your hand left his shoulder and you sat in front of him. âDo you want to talk about it?â
The wind blew again, the warming breeze provided him time to think things through. âAll my life itâs been that way.â He buries his nose onto his knees. âI donât want to stand behind someone forever.â
âThen donât.â
Jamil kneels down next to you Silverâs stunned silence made him look away from a moment, flushed embarrassment on his cheeks. âW-what I mean isâŚIf you donât like the position youâre in then you have to move. Itâs a hard process but the first step matters the most.â
âI donât knowâ.â
âUncertainty comes with it, if that what youâre asking.â The boy shrugged his shoulders. âThereâs no going around it.â
âMalleus was upset when you left suddenly. I think its best you talk to him, let him know youâre alright.â Your smile had become a calming factor for Silver and soon the cold grip on his insides loosened. âCan I make the beef stew again? I think I got it right this time.â
âAh but Iâll need some help.â
You giggle, waving your hands and waggling your fingers. âYouâve got four hands readily available.â
Malleus had walked the campus to every corner he could and not once did he see the familiar mop of messy white hair in the sea of people. The prince sighed, looking down at the shard of ceramic plate tucked in his hand.
âSebek.â He called for the guard who straightened up too much. âYouâre dismissed, I can handle this on my own.â
âBut Masterâ.â
He folded his hands over his chest, the arching brows giving the younger guard the entire message in one go. He reluctantly bowed his head, âUnderstood.â And left for another route but not without turning his head to Malleus one last time.
Now that he was alone, Malleus let out another sigh. As years go by, his heart becomes no stranger to loss but time did not ease the pain no matter how long or how distant the memories were. Raising Silver brought on emotions he did not expect to feel in a very long time, this human boy once so fragile and small grew to be one of the greatest guards he could ever hope to raise.
And it all happened too fast.
It made him protective, even hesitant to let Silver into any harm even if he was raised to be his guard.
âSilver, come here.â
A young boy held his robes over his knees, the sore wound red after tripping over sharp rocks. Malleusâ hand hovered over his wound, healing it shut but the pain still remained. It wouldnât be long until Silver was taken into his arms and resting against his shoulder that his heart felt a sudden warmth, contentedness.
Lilia smiled at him where he stood and turned to leave, giving them privacy. The young boyâs small hands held Malleusâ robes into his palms with a sigh and the prince stroked his back. The warmth in his heart never stopped no matter how many years hand passed.
Yet the bitterness of lost time always found its way back.
âSilver.â The piece of plate in his glove suddenly felt more sentimental than once perceived.
âPlease let us cook again.â All of you had bowed your heads in front of the ghost who was getting ready to leave for the afterlife. âAh butâ.â
âPlease, I wonât fall asleep this timeâŚOr break a plateâŚOr burn myselfâŚOrâ.â Silver was promptly stopped at the ghostâs laughter. âI understand, Iâm in no hurry to leave but since this request is so sudden, Iâll have to relegate all the cleaning to you. Itâs only fair.â
You, Jamil and Silver smiled together and the ghost only felt warmth at the spry young people in front of him. âRiddle.â He turned to the redhead. âPlease show them where the meat is being stored.â
âOf course. This way, all of you.â
âWeâre gonna cook, weâre gonna cook!!!â You say, pushing Silverâs shoulders as you walked to the freezer.
âTheyâre a bit too excited, arenât they?â Riddle asked Jamil who only shrugged his shoulders.
âThatâs just who they are.â
The comfortable silence was long and the students were cutting up their greens just as the meat seared in the pan. âBack home, my grandma taught me all the recipes I needed to know to keep the family going.â Youâd explain, peeling the potato perfectly and handing it to Riddle to be cut. âOnce a month, weâd have a big get-together and cook our favorite foods and eat it.â
Silver set aside the chopped onion, washing his hands knowing what happened to Riddle when he didnât. The meat was taken and in came the vegetables into the pot. âOkay, we should stir fry the vegetables for a moment and let it cook.â Riddle says, tipping his toes to look into the pot.
âIâve mostly cooked for necessity.â Jamil explained, leaning against the sink with a smirk. âBut I can see the charm of being able to cook with or without help. Itâs calming.â
Riddle sighs and begins to add water into the pot along with the meat and seasoning. âIt was only recently that I started cooking, canât say that itâs fun but the end result is rewarding. I want to perfect my skill as much as possible. I canât always rely on others or on magic all my life.â
âWhat about you, Silver?â You ask, moving to cover the pot to let everything simmer.
ââŚMy fatherâs cooking is not very good.â
There was collective sigh of understanding, you pat his back knowing he went seventeen years of this. âBut he tries very hard,â He explains further. âMore than anyone else in the Valley of Thorns. Heâd cook for everyone he took care of despite the packed schedule he has.â
He remembers Lilia slaving away over a cauldron one night all those years ago, plates of mushrooms and prepared rice around him and a cookbook floating overhead. His fingers were bandaged and eyes trained to the book. Mushroom Risotto. Silverâs favorite dish.
âWhile I do want to cook for myself, I also want my father to enjoy tasty meals whenever he can. Itâs only right that he does.â You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder while your hand rub the other one. âYouâre a sweet person, Silver.â
âIâm just doing the right thing.â He reasoned.
âAnd thatâs the sweetest thing anyone can do.â
Silver wasnât telling the entire truth, he shamefully admitted to himself. While his father, his family, meant so much to him; you had a special place in his heart. The way you spoke to him, the way your presence soothed him, everything about you was something he cherished.
Just seeing you smile was enough to last him the day.
While he wanted his father to enjoy yummy meals by his son, he also wanted you to smile with each bite.
But he canât say that, no, he shouldnât. It would ruin the surprise and bitter the meal.
âIt should be ready.â Riddle says, placing a protective cloth over the lid and pulling it open. Silver could not hide his smile when you let out a sound of amazement, the smell of cooked beef and the spices made your mouth water.
âI wanna try a bite.â You say but Jamil had to pull you away. âLet it cool,â He says like a tired older brother. âYouâre going to burn your tongue.â
âBut I wanna taste!â
Riddle sighs, shaking his head. âLet us at least plate it and have it judged.â
Your whining voice was met with a pat on the head and the food was whisked away to be plated and presented to the Jamil and then you. Silverâs huffed when you let out a sigh of delight when they delicious looking food was set in front of you.
âDig in, both of you.â Riddle said. âTell me what you think.â
Utensils brushed against each other and the anticipation built up when you and Jamil took a bite. You squealed at the taste, tiny jumps on your feet when the flavor exploded in your mouth. âItâs good!â You exclaim. âThe balance is just right and the meat is so tender.â
Jamil nods his head, taking in another bite of the stew. âItâs good, you need to be careful with how you handle your seasonings next time. Too much of anything can ruin the dish but your method of tenderizing the meat is good and your vegetables are cooked and stewed perfectly. Good work.â
Riddle and Silver smiled to themselves, their chests beaming with pride at a job well done. You move forward, bringing your spoon to Silverâs lips. âSay ah!â You say and his cheeks go pink, you were too close and by the seven, you looked so cute.
âIâ.â
âAh!â
The spoon went into his mouth with a surprised expression, the taste of meat and the knowledge that spoon was used by you before him made his heart flutter. An indirect kiss. He chewed, his hand over his lips. âItâs yummy right? You cook really well.â
Your smile melted his heart, his shoulders hunching over and lips pursed. âThank you. If youâd like, I can try other recipes for you.â He offered and you gleefully nodded your head and holding your hands to his. âYes, yes! Iâd absolutely love that.â
Jamil leaned over to Riddle, whispering âSmooth.â
The dorm leader chuckled. âIndeed.â
Silver stood next to you, speaking about the food you ate and sharing in the sweet clarity of a wish he didnât know came true.
The ghost floated afar, settling just under the tree with Malleus by his side. The two watched the youth eating their creations in the kitchen, being merry and experimenting, discussing and playful. Silverâs smile was soft compared to yours but the playful personality of a young boy growing was still there.
The ceramic shard sat inside the hold of the heir apparent, the green eyes seeing world after world basking in the new reality of one he had held so dear. âHeâs grown, hasnât he?â he asked the ghost. âHe has, indeed.â
You hugged Silverâs arm laughing, Malleusâ heart beating slow in tenderness for the smiling boy who stood beside you.
âTo think he had troubles holding up your hammer all those years ago.â
The ghost laughed, bringing his hands behind his back. âIt had been that long, hasnât it, your majesty?â
Silver stood next to you, his wish finally fulfilled.
âLong enough to for time to pass by like in a blink of an eye.â
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Curiosity - Passage of time [ Day 30 - escape] by Anonymous
Rated Explicit Mature 18+
clothes kink, major size kink, voice kink, karl has part lycan in him, scent-marking, tits, Karl's new roommate tries to escape.
warning: donât know German but using google instead, sorry.
Day 30Â - Escape
"Foreigners seem to have broke in your factory." said mother Miranda. Â I scoff at this siting back with legs spread out, puffed a cigar. A faint echo of panic went through me. But I had a lie ready to recited. Believe in the lie. Itâs been a month since that happened and now she discovers it. Â "Why haven't you alerted me of these people?"
"Cause itâs very easy. They all dead! They f*cken died the day they broke into my factory." I barked, waving around my cigar in my left hand. Â "I would think super size bi^ch would have said something after i left their bodies outside her door,"
"Only 1 out of the 5 you gave me was good." said super size bi^ch. Â
"Oh? No thank you for me?" I sneered back, leaning forward.
"I thought there were 6?" muttered fish freak.
"You'll can't have all the fun! I wanted fun. So I used the last one before she met her end to Sturm." I gloat as i sit back, blew smoke before saying "She screamed wonderfully."
"Ugg you horrible disgusting man thing." She screeched. Â I rolled my eyes as i puffed my cigar. Â As if she wasn't taking in maidens in to do live experiments and have them bleed dry for her wine. Â At least when i do experiments they are dead subjects. Device on me, made a noise. Motherf*cker. The meeting didn't end until 20 minutes later.Â
female p.o.v.
After managing to pick the lock, I started for the elevator before studying the map of the factory.  I went for the stairs that went down.  I ran into some rooms, some had medical tables.  having no idea where i was even if i had a map with me. I get lost easily.  If i find more stairs i get out of here right? Â
The factory was noisy and the temperature was getting hot humid. Â An Hour later i was still going through random halls. 30 minutes later iâm falling into a pit full of metal scraps. I climbed through the wreckage before finding a ladder high up. Â I had to jump to the first bar before pulling up and walked along the metal beam. To find a landing with a machine with a level on it. I pushed it down. Nothing happened. Darn. Must not be enough energy. Â
I found another walk beam that connects to main flooring. 20 minutes later i was in end of hallway before I looked down to see a bars blocking a tunnel that could be moved. After pulling i finally get it to move before crawling through the cobwebs tunnel. Â I hear static as if from out of tune radio as i pulled myself out. Â Ending up in a narrowed hall. Â
"Oh Buttercup, you better not be escaping. I will find you." Oh no i thought he was gone for the day. As i crept toward other end of hall, go through another room, to see one his creation to be laying on table behind cage fence. Â I couldn't get through. Â "Best to turn yourself in and no one gets hurt"
Maybe i could break down the cage fence. Or go back into the tunnel. a snicker was heard. "You're lost again, buttercup?" Â
I went back through the tunnel before going down a hallway. Crap, didn't i go through here before? Iâm back in the rooms where medical tables at again, second guessing myself.  I open 1 door to see the walls littered with various sharp knives  and saws before closing it.  "You going in circles, darling.  You're lost! admit it!"
"Shut up"Â I muttered as I started to try any door to get away. A booming laugh echo though the speakers. I took too many turns and find myself falling falling down until hitting cold water.Â
I gasped & cough after resurfacing. It was dark where Iâm at. I find stable ground to pull myself out of the water and looked up to see how far I fallen. pretty dam* far apparently. Looks like Iâm at rock bottom. I didnât hear boss over the speakers. Maybe the speakers donât reach down here? walked some steps away before remembering i did have my phone on me. turning on the flashlight feature - i moved it around to see where i was. Seems like these metals were abandon and i could see a old motorbike connected to a tank wheels, but didnât seem to be finished yet.  I moved around some more before accidentally bump into a metal contraption. Stepping back and walking around it i could make out that the metal contraption was a metal horse. Now that is neat and pretty. if only boss makes something like this instead of using dead bodies.
I turn around the humongous room before pausing to see shoes. for a second i thought it was my boss. but noticing that the shoes look old, ripped, and way bigger than his, and hearing a animal growl got my heart in my throat. Moving the light up up up to barely see a hairy man with the wildest mane of a lion that been fried from the snow. I gulped and started backing up. I barely make out the sharp fangs, canines, the ripped clothes and the blood splatter on him and the gigantic hammer he was holding only shown slightly when reflected from the light cause the flashlight can only go so far. The dude looks to be 13 ft tall. I met my first lycan. Â
The lycan picked me up in one hand, looked back to see the floor getting further further away, as i turn back to be inspected by the lycan. i raised my arms to cover my face. hearing the loud sniffing sounds filled my ears before we were interrupted by a voice.
âNow now Urias, donât eat her.â said my boss, his voice dripping like hot caramel, as lights began to flicker on. I see the lycan clearer and more terrifying, see metal scraps floating around the room and see. . . my boss - using the metal scraps to walk down to us like a escalator. I glanced at the lycan as if to say âYou seeing what iâm seeing?â. the lycan gave the an unimpressed look. Boss landed on the ground, walking towards us, talking lower, his eyebrows raised up slightly. âGive her to me Urias. Now.â
There seem to be a warning in the way he spoke that line. If i had looked around I would noticed something was aiming at the lycan. but was too busy looking at the teeth on the guy. they were smeared with blood. The lycan didnât want to for some odd reason. Iâm cold from the water being held up 12-13 feet in the air by a lycan and Iâm tired, and my shock is almost over so i could scream anytime. I covered my face again as the lycan went near to sniff at me again before feeling something run up my face quickly, warm wet. . . . did the lycan just licked me?? Feeling i was being lowered before boss snatch me back, shoving me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. was it me or did he sighed in relief? nah my tired mind just playing tricks on me. âThank you Urias. Go back to your den.â
He turned away to walk somewhere. I push on his back to glanced back at the large lycan, he was still standing there and the hammer was huge, dripping with blood against the floor. sh*t maybe boss was worried about the lycan eating me.
I was back at square one in the cell as boss threw me onto the old mattress. Leaning over me, his hand grip my face, him furious.
"Youâre dam* lucky that Urias didnât see you as wolf chow, Buttercup.â He hissed at me. His forearm was hot against my wet cloths. âOtherwise I be mopping up your remains of your bones if it wasnât.â
A metal chain cuff clicked my ankle. He pulled me right up against him my body leaving the bed slightly. âHow the F*ck did you get out?â
I narrowed my eyes at him, giving him the look of âI ainât telling you.â. Next thing i know i was, thrown over his thighs - his thighs against my stomach and felt a hard smack on my backside. D-did he just spank me?? once the shock of him spanking me I start to yell and struggling but he wasnât budging. He was yelling in German.
Heisenberg. p.o.v.Â
The bi*ch brought this on onto herself. i thought as I laid a harsh hand against her cloth backside. âDu undankbare Schlampe, du hättest getĂśtet werden kĂśnnen von Urias. Oh, jetzt bist du wĂźtend? naja ich bin es auch. HĂśr auf herumzuschlagen, ScheiĂe.âÂ
Finally i get to see my new roommate mad. she was drench from her trip in the water channel, wetting my clothes in result of it. Her cloths sticking to her like second skin leaving nothing to my imagination. view of her nipples perked through her thin layer of tank top and my button up shirt dripping with excess water onto the cell floor. I pulled her back by her hair to drag her up to see if sheâll tell me. she shook her head. Darling i could do this all day. I felt myself stiffen. Her cries and angry shouts means nothing.
Knowing where she was roughly when she fell, still didnât stop my heart skip in panic. Arriving to sight of her in the hands of a12 ft lycan in the air, water glistening on her skin, her collarbone, neck, face, her tits tightening due to the cold, practically begging to be touch, and seeing Urias taking an interest in her was enough for me to start sweating. Of course she runs into the tallest lycan there is.
Her shocked face was barely make out with Urias hand snaked around her middle easily. F*ck even I was getting nervous. Urias licking her was a heart-stopping - almost had me shoot a rod between the bunny and the giant wolf. as he lowered the lass back to me, gave me huge relief she was back to me unharmed. her wet body bumping against my back, shoulders and chest as i stomped back to the cell was torture. I was brought to present as her finally breaking, sobbing over my lap. I felt myself twitch.Â
âHow the F*CK did you get out?â I growled, my hand cupping her under her chin to raise her up. I feel burn of her skin, my forearm brush against her tits briefly, making my cock jump in interests. Â
âBobby pin.â she hiccuped, trying not to cry in front of me. I glanced down toward the door of the cell, and sure enough see a non-metal bobby pin on the ground.
I shoved her off my lap, her hitting to cold cell floor, another chain attached to her other leg, her cold body shaking. I nudge her so she lay on her back, and pressed my shoe lightly onto the side of her stomach. She looked up at me in daze confused as she glanced at my shoe worriedly, her body displayed for me. before I removed my foot.
âBetter get comfortable Buttercupâ I said, as I stood, walked out of the cell. âYou going to be here for a while.âÂ
Closed the cell, after obtaining the bobby pin and walked out of the room, ignoring her yapping, I have business to take care of.
translation:
You ungrateful bi*tch, you could have been killed by Urias. oh now you're angry? well so am I. Quit thrashing around, f*ck
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i am. once again requesting red and arcade content because I am obsessed
how about.... âi didnât know where else to go.â / âi didnât have anywhere else to go.â ?
oh hell yeah ofc <3 sorry this took me 100 years, i was having Writer Moments
minor warning for suggestive content. not like a lot but being safe, y'know.
Several things happen in succession that Arcade would consider small miracles.
First, he makes it across the street. Second, he has enough dexterity left to heave the heavy brass doors of the Lucky 38 open, and third, his vision stops swimming enough that it only takes him two tries to hit the correct button on the elevator.
He sighs as the doors start to slide closed, his back hitting the wall. The elevator lurches under Arcade's feet and his stomach flips. He lifts a hand, rubbing at his eyes and trying to ignore the throbbing in his head that's only intensifying at the mellow muzak playing in the elevator. His mouth taste like bad whiskey, and his clothes smell like even worse cologne. Every muscle in Arcade's body feels like it's buzzing, and not in a good way. Fuck this day. And fuck his decision making, while he's at it.
The doors ding quietly, sliding open. Arcade stares blearily at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the faint click on, click off of the blinking light on the number pad. He lifts his head, staring into Red's apartment.
The suite is mostly dark except for a dim yellow light filtering in from the living room. It's quiet, too - Red usually has a record playing, somewhere. Now all Arcade can hear is the faint whistle of wind from beyond the presidential suite walls. Maybe Red isn't even home. That would certainly make this less embarrassing.
Staggering forward, Arcade leans against the wall, trying to keep himself upright. His hip knocks against a table. The legs squeal across the ground, breathtakingly loud in the darkness of Red's apartment. Arcade hisses, reaching out to steady the table. He hesitates for a moment, listening to the gentle ambient noise of the apartment before taking another few creeping steps towards the living room.
Down the hall, a door bangs open. Arcade sighs, propping himself against the wall. Red appears in the hallway a moment later, looking wild eyed, hair still mussed from sleep. They're in nothing but a pair of loose fitting sweatpants, but their revolver is in hand, the hammer pulled back. Red relaxes upon seeing him, tension falling out of their shoulders.
"Arcade?" they ask, lifting a hand to push hair off their forehead. "What the hell are you doing here? It's the middle of the night."
"Sorry," Arcade says, leaning heavily against the wall. He lifts a hand in an aborted wave. "I didn't know where else to go."
Red squints at him. "Are you drunk?"
"Very." Arcade blinks. "Can you help me?"
A soft, incredulous chuckle escapes Red's lips. Shaking their head, Red pads towards him. They disengage the hammer on their revolver and drop it on the coffee table amidst the pile of magazines and old coffee mugs. They gesture at Arcade, gently grabbing him by the bicep to haul him up.
"Gotta admit, that was pretty dumb," Red says. "I could've shot you."
"You could've shot me many times," Arcade says, throwing an arm around Red's middle. Red starts to maneuver him around the living room to the couch. "And you would've if you really wanted to."
"Isn't it always you who's telling me not to test my luck?"
Arcade grunts, glancing away. Instead of answering, he looks Red up and down. "Where's your shirt?" he asks, foot snagging the leg of a chair. Red's grip tightens around him, keeping him upright. Arcade leans into them. "Oh my god, you don't have - have company here, do you?"
Red laughs shortly. "No, I don't," they say. "Here, sit."
Releasing Red, Arcade drops onto the couch. He huffs, grimacing as the room spins around him. Red takes a seat on the coffee table opposite him, leaning forward to rest on their knees. They eye him, a slightly amused furrow to their brow.
Arcade blinks placidly, feeling sedate and quite unwilling to move now that he isn't in danger of falling. Red looks softer for whatever reason - either the mellow light, or strands of hair hanging over their forehead softening the severe scar cutting across their eyebrow. They aren't wearing their sunglasses for once, both eyes on display. Arcade tries not to stare, but his eyes linger on their face. Faint freckles dust the bride of their nose.
He glances down, following the jut of their collarbone to where their shoulder curves down. A silver chain is looped around Red's neck, a crucifix pendant dangling against their bare chest. Arcade stares at it - or he stares at Red's skin, striped here and there with old scars or freckles. His eyes keep trailing down, to the plane of their stomach and where the waistband of their sweatpants is clinging to their hips.
He shouldn't be shocked at the sight. Red is - perhaps infamously - not shy about showing off their own body. They have little reason to be. Arcade has seen them without a shirt on a hundred times, and in far more risque positions. He knows that Red is fit. Lean, but not so much as to be wiry. And tall.
A snap. "Arcade?"
Arcade's eyes flick back up to Red's face. Heat rushes up the back of his neck, turning the tips of his ears pink. "Hm?"
"You alright?" Red asks mildly. "Lost you for a minute."
"I'm unwell," Arcade says, feeling faint.
"Don't throw up," Red warns, leaning back a little as Arcade grabs for a pillow.
Arcade buries his face in it, biting his tongue. He suppresses a groan. "I won't," he says, voice muffled. He slumps to the side, hitting the arm of the couch.
Red chuckles quietly, a noise that just makes Arcade squeeze the pillow tighter. What is wrong with him? "I have a feeling you won't be making it down the street," they say, pushing themselves to their feet.
"I'm impressed with myself that I made it across the street," Arcade mutters, listening as Red pads to the kitchen. With Red gone, the feeling fades, and Arcade slowly untucks his nose from the pillow.
Red rummages in a cupboard for a moment, and then Arcade hears a faucet run. A moment later, they're back, pressing a glass of water into his hand. Arcade continues, bringing the glass to his lips. "Without dying or being mugged."
"You don't exactly look like a high roller," Red says shrewdly.
Arcade's eyes crack open. "What's that supposed to mean?"
In response, Red's eyes flick down and back up, no doubt taking in Arcade's unwashed lab coat and the button up he's been wearing the last three days. Arcade sniffs, turning his head. He lifts the glass to his lips again. "I've looked worse. And so have you, so I better not see a soapbox."
Red nods sagely. "Of course."
Arcade wrinkles his nose. Red just rolls their eyes, an exasperated and somehow undeniably fond smile on their face. "You are in danger of soaking yourself and my furniture," Red says, reaching out to take the glass as Arcade leans to the side. They set it on the coffee table beside them, replacing their elbows on their knees.
"What's the occasion, anyway?" Red asks.
"Huh?"
Red gestures at him. "You, three sheets to the wind. It's not usually your style, unless you've been holding out on me and you're actually fun."
"No," Arcade says, dropping his head back to the couch cushions. He lifts a hand, scrubbing at his face beneath the rim of his glasses. His knuckle smudges across one lens and he sighs. "It's... an anniversary."
Humming, Red leans forward, hooking a finger around the earpiece of Arcade's glasses and tugging them off his face. They fold them up, setting them on the edge of the coffee table. "Not a good one, I take it."
Arcade huffs darkly, thinking of Navarro and all the old soldiers who'd raised him. They'd always been morose this time of year, but none more so than his mother. No doubt the Enclave remnants are out in the desert right now doing just the same as him. His mother probably would be too, if she were still alive.
Growing up, this day had always been punctuated with bitter stories even angrier outbursts. He'd hated it so much as a teenager, and here he is - contributing. Just like he has every year.
"No," Arcade finally says with a quiet sigh. "Definitely not."
He leaves it there. Red, for once, seems to realize that Arcade won't be forthcoming. They drop the subject, letting the silence linger between the two of them.
After a moment, Red plants their hands on the coffee table and pushes themselves up. "In the interest of not babysitting," they start. "I'm going back to bed. If you wake up needing to hurl, please do so quietly."
Red takes a step away from the living room, pausing by the couch to turn out the lamp on the end table. The sudden darkness does nothing to ease the throbbing in Arcade's temples. He squeezes his eyes shut, sighing.
"Red," he says, and Red's footsteps pause.
"Yeah?" they ask. They're standing by the doorway, a few feet away from where Arcade is lying on the couch.
"Thanks," Arcade rasps.
Red shifts, head tilting. They offer a small, tired smile. "No problem, Arcade."
"You wouldn't actually ever kick me out, would you?"
"I will if you wake me up again," Red says.
Arcade smiles, lifting a thumbs up. Red turns, disappearing down the hall. "Goodnight," they call.
"Night," Arcade calls back, somewhat feebly.
Down the hall, Red's door latches quietly.
#fallout#kal talks#kal writes#asks#arcade#courier six#courier red#been sitting half written in my inbox forever hhsgjs#i was GOING to write something different but they would not cooperate
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the whole thing is here but its over 18k so if you would prefer to read it on ao3 i understand
Itâs widely understood that when Michael Guerin has a problem he drowns it in bourbon and anonymous sex. Occasionally he might complain to Isobel Evans about it or maybe even Max Evans but mostly, his problems end up on the floor of the Wild Pony, one way or another.
Alex Manes, on the other hand, doesnât have problems. Or if he does, he doesnât talk about it. Everyone knows that nobody bottles up their issues quite like Alex.
What nobody understands is that no one can ignore their problems forever. Everyone needs a release. Sometimes, that release comes in alcohol, sometimes in hitting something or someone and letting them hit you in return, sometimes even in the bliss of a strangerâs company. And sometimes it comes in the form of a late night phone call and quiet secrets and shared traumas.Â
No one understands and thatâs exactly the way they like it.
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Heâd turned the ringer up loud earlier in the day to make sure he didnât miss a phone call or a text and Alex was sorely regretting that now.
The sharp ring woke him from a light sleep and Alex snatched the phone off the bedside table and answered the call before it could wake anyone else up. He didnât even have time to look at the Caller ID.
âHello?â
Heavy breathing on the other end was his only answer. Alex twisted his wrist to check the time. 3:12am
âI canât hold a guitar.â Alex collapsed in on himself at the husky voice. It sounded like the other man had been crying. Or maybe screaming.
âGuerin?â He let out a breath. âAre you okay?â He hadnât seen Michael since his father had dragged him out of the shed the previous afternoon. By the time Alex could sneak back out there, the place was empty and all of Michaelâs things were gone. âThatâs a stupid question. Did you go to the hospital?â
âNo insurance.â
âYouâre a minor, the state should cover you,â Alex told him with absolutely no knowledge whatsoever if what he was saying was actually true. If Michael believed it at least he might go see a doctor and worry about the bills later.Â
Michael laughed. It was a harsh, broken thing and he stopped suddenly after a few seconds. âAnd when they ask me what happened? Am I supposed to tell them the resident war hero smashed it with his hammer because he caught me with his son?â
Alex closed his eyes. He hadnât thought of that. Heâd just wanted Michael to be okay. âGuerin-â
âI tried to pick up my guitar,â Michael cut him off. âI canât even fucking hold it. My hand wonât- it wonât grip.â Alex felt tears sting the back of his eyelids. âI canât play Alex.â
âIâm sorry,â Alex choked out.
âDonât,â Michael replied forcefully. âItâs not your fault. Itâs not.â
âHeâs my dad.â
âHeâs a monster. Doesnât make it your fault.â
Alex pulled his knees up to his chin and pressed his forehead to his leg. His phone creaked from how tightly he was squeezing it. He didnât know what to say.
Michael was silent on the other end of the line. If it hadnât been for his harsh breaths, Alex might have thought heâd hung up.
âRosaâs dead,â Alex said suddenly. He hadnât meant to say it but the words were on the tip of his tongue. Michael was quiet. âShe- sheâs dead. How- god, Michael, Liz called this morning and I couldnât even process it. I hadnât heard from you since my dad- and I just wanted to know you were okay and I couldnât process that my friend is- sheâs gone, Guerin.â Alex lost the battle against the tears, one he hadnât realized heâd been fighting for hours now, and they streamed hot and heavy down his face. They burned on his cheeks but he made no moves to brush them away. There was no one here to see them anyway.
âIâm sorry.â Michael sounded so earnest, like he truly meant it and wasnât just saying that to be polite, it soothed something in him. Just a little.
âShe was going to California,â Alex confessed. âWe talked about me coming with her after graduation. Maybe go to LA. I could play music and weâd get a crappy little apartment and bug Liz and Maria to come visit us.â Alex sniffed. âWe were supposed to leave. Leave and be happy. Away from here.â
âIâm sorry,â Michael said again. It was quiet for a while. âYou can still leave, Alex. You can go to California and make music. You donât have to stay here, not with him.â
âWhat about you?â Alex asked quietly.
Michaelâs breath hitched. âWhat about me?â
âWould you want to make music?â He couldnât quite bring himself to ask him to come with him if he left, not yet. It was too soon.
Michael huffed. âYeah. Yeah, I do. Did.â He let out a pained groan and hissed curse. Alex got the idea that he might have tried to move his hand. âYou know, I always kind of thought of starting a dad band? Find someone to make music with, have a couple of kids, jam out in the garage instead of doing homework kind of thing.â And now he canât even hold a guitar. Because of Alex and his dad.Â
Alex swallowed around the lump in his throat. âThat sounds pretty great,â he admitted quietly.
âYeah?â
Neither of them pointed out that it was a lot less likely to happen now. âYeah. You could pick up the triangle. Or maybe a cowbell.âÂ
âHey now no need to be mean.â But Michael laughed.Â
Alex smiled even though the tears hadnât quite stopped. âYouâd be great at it.â
âIâd be awesome. Donât sell me short.â
âI could never,â Alex promised. The air sobered between them. âMichael. Youâll play again someday. I promise.â
Michael didnât reply right away. âDonât make promises you canât keep.â
The line went dead.
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The phone hitting him in the face woke him long before the ringing would have. Michael jerked away from the impact, his eyes blinking open blearily.
âItâs for you,â the girl next to him muttered. âShut it up.â Michael didnât remember her name.
He grabbed the phone fully intending to turn it off when he saw the name flashing. He answered it just as it was going to voicemail. âHold on,â he mumbled. Without waiting to hear a response, he rolled over the girl on his tiny bunk and fell to the floor with a crash. Cursing and rubbing his elbow, he grabbed his boxers from the floor and fled his new Airstream. âAlex?â Alexâs reply was lost when he dropped the phone trying to pull his boxers on.
âShit,â he cursed, scrambling to grab it. âAlex?âÂ
âGuerin?â Alex almost sounded amused which was good. âYou doing okay?â
âYeah, yeah. Fine. You?â He pulled the phone away from his ear to check the time. 3:52am. âShit, itâs late.â
âYeah,â Alex agreed. He didnât say anything else.
Michael dropped heavily into one of his new lawn chairs. Well, it was new to him. What was that old saying? One manâs trash is another manâs treasure? âHowâs Basic?â
The line was silent before Michael heard a whoosh of air as Alex exhaled loudly. âItâs shit.â
Michael rolled his eyes. âI couldâve told you that.â
âDonât,â Alex said, not pleading or scolding, just simply. âNot right now.â
âOkay,â Michael agreed. He didnât want Alex to hang up. It was the first time theyâd spoken since Alex left and he didnât know when or if Alex would call again.Â
âThey- fuck,â Michael heard a thud. âThey have expectations.â
âWho?â
âEveryone!â Alex shifted. âThey all know my dad. And the guy in charge here was an old buddy of my grandfatherâs.â Michael didnât know what to say. âThey all expect me to be them. And I donât- I donât know if I know how not to be.â
âYouâre not them, Alex,â Michael reminded him.
âI wasnât,â Alex agreed. âOut there when I could dress how I wanted and act like I wanted and do what I wanted. But here? Here thereâs no me, itâs just- itâs just the military and the way you have to act to be military and I see my dad and my grandfather and my brothers everywhere I look and I donât want to be them, Guerin!â
âYouâre not,â Michael assured him. âYouâre not them and unless they do some serious brainwashing and maybe a personality transplant over there, youâre not going to be, okay? Youâre Alex. Not Jesse, not Clay, or Flint, or Greg. Youâre Alex.âÂ
Alex was quiet. âI donât know what that means.â
âWhere are you?â
âBasic training,â Alex replied immediately.
âAlex,â Michael groaned. It was like pulling teeth sometimes.
âUh,â Alex hesitated. âIn a supply closet in the communications building.â
Michael raised an eyebrow even if Alex couldnât see it. âWhy?â
âBecause they lock up our phones except for pre-approved usage times.â
Michael double checked his phone but it definitely said Alexâs name. âYouâre on your phone now.â
âWell yeah, I couldnât remember your number so I broke in and stole it.â He said it like it was nothing.
âAlex,â Michael laughed.
âWhat?â Alex said defensively.
âWould anyone else in your family break into a military facility to steal their phone to make a middle of the night phone call to their-â Michael stopped short of labeling himself anything in relation to Alex. âNo way,â he continued. âThey wouldnât dare.â
Alex hummed consideringly. Michael heard a loud noise on the other end. âShit,â Alex hissed quietly. âThereâs a patrol. I gotta go.â
The line went dead. Michael stared at his phone as the call ended and the screen went black. After a while he realized Alex wasnât going to call back so he trudged back inside the trailer only to freeze at the sight of the naked girl in his bed. Heâd completely forgotten about her and after talking to Alex the thought of getting back in bed next to her only made his skin crawl. He fished some sweats out of the closet and went back outside to sleep in his truck.
---
Michaelâs hands were shaking as he listened to the phone ring. It had been a while since theyâd spoken, longer since theyâd seen each other in person, but there was only one person Michael could even think of calling.
The call connected to a loud burst of music and a shouted, âhold on!â Already, Michaelâs hands were steadier.
He waited as the noises faded and the world quieted. âGuerin?â Alex asked, a little breathless.
âHi,â he greeted, his voice smaller than heâd like.
Alex didnât ask what was wrong or why he was calling. He just waited.
âI needed you to answer,â Michael confessed into the silence. âI needed- I donât know. I just-â
There was a shout of, âManes! You coming back?â, and Michaelâs heart started to race until Alex replied. âIâm heading out! Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âOh come on, Manes, that guy was hot!â Michael closed his eyes.
Alex laughed. âNot hot enough.â There was a long pause as the world got quiet on Alexâs end. First the voices disappeared and then the music cut off with the loud slam of a heavy door. âGuerin?â
âSorry for ruining your night.â It was after 3am and Michael had been fully prepared to wake Alex up. He wasnât prepared to catch Alex out on a date.
âYou didnât,â Alex assured him. A car door opened and then closed.Â
Michael didnât know what to say. The more he thought about why heâd called, why heâd needed Alex to answer, the stupider he felt. But he also couldnât hang up so he just sat there, phone pressed tight against his ear hoping Alex didnât hang up.
Alex didnât hang up. After a while he started humming under his breath. It was too faint for Michael to make out the song but it was a pleasant reminder that Alex was still there.
âI need to drive home,â Alex said after a while. âDo you mind if I put you on speaker?â
Michael should probably just end the call and let him drive but, âthatâs fine.â A second later, Alexâs car turned on and his music started playing briefly before Alex turned it off and continued humming. Michael listened to the sounds of Alex driving and let it lull him half to sleep. He heard the engine shut off and the car door open and close followed by the house door open and close and still neither of them said a word.
Michael listened as Alex got changed for bed and he heard the quiet sigh as Alex slipped under the covers. âLate night.â
âLong week,â Alex countered. He started humming again.
âWhat is that?â
Alex hesitated. âItâs nothing. Just something I was playing around with the other day.â
âYouâre writing?â Michael smiled. Alex had always wanted to write his own music.Â
âTrying to. Sometimes.â
âI like it.â
âThanks.â
The humming started again and this time Michael recognized it, realizing that Alex was humming the same part over and over again. He tried to join in.Â
Alex let him for a few notes before he started laughing. âHey!â Michael scolded half heartedly. âIâm not that bad.â
âYeah you are,â Alex laughed.
âHmph,â Michael grumbled. âWell compared to you everyoneâs terrible.â
âYouâre biased,â Alex accused lightly, his voice barely above a mumble.
âYeah I am,â Michael agreed. âNight, Alex. Thanks for answering.â
âAlways.â
---
Alex paced the parking lot, his phone in his hands. He kept turning it over and over, not pausing long enough to actual call anyone.Â
He knew who he was going to call, that was never a question. This was how it went. He called, the other answered, they talked or didnât talk depending on the night, and then they never spoke about it again. Middle of the night phone calls were sacred. No matter how long it had been or what had been last said in the daylight, if the phone rang in the middle of the night, it got answered.Â
Which meant Alex had to wait. It was just past two in the morning now. By any rational personâs clock that was late. Hell, Alex was normally asleep by 10 oâclock so this was extremely late. He just wasnât sure if it was late enough to count as a middle of the night call. He needed it to not be a regular call.
Alex didnât stop moving for the next 30 minutes. He covered the parking lot four times over and nearly dropped his phone twice because he couldnât stop playing with it. When it was almost three (2:41am but heâs rounding up) he pressed Call.
âOne second,â Michael answered gruffly after six rings. There was another voice muffled in the background. Whoever it was did not sound happy that Michael had answered the phone.Â
Alex bounced on his toes lightly and waited as Michael made his excuses to his hookup of the night.
âOkay,â Michael said after a moment.
âI kissed my squadmate,â Alex blurted out. âWell, I kissed him and then he sucked me off. In my commanding officerâs office. And we got caught.â
Silence. âAre you getting discharged?â Trust Michael to skip past the awkwardness for once and cut straight to the point.
âI donât know.â Which was part of the problem.
âIsnât it against the militaryâs rules to be gay?â Alex heard the creak of Michaelâs truck door opening and then the slam of it closing.
âYes. Kinda. Not really? Itâs complicated.â Alex started pacing.
âYeah, Iâm a little drunk so youâre going to have to explain that one to me.â
âDADT got repealed. Today. Or yesterday, I suppose.â
âSo youâre not getting kicked out?â
âI donât know.â Michael waited. âIt happened two days ago. They hadnât actually filed any charges against us to start the discharge process. And now with DADT being repealed itâs all up in the air. Because the âoffenseâ happened before the repeal and also because they donât know if the repeal goes into effect immediately or if thereâs a delay or what that means for us.â Alex stopped and squatted on a curb.
Michael didnât say anything right away and so Alex waited. âAlex, did you get caught on purpose?â
Alex closed his eyes. âMaybe.â
âAlexâŚâ
âCan you imagine my dadâs face if his son was dishonorably discharged for engaging in homosexual activity?â Alex could. Heâd pictured it many a time. âIt would be on record. Heâd have to acknowledge it.â
âSo youâre going to throw your life away? To piss off your dad?â
Alex rolled his eyes. âItâs the Air Force, not my life.â
âItâs a dishonorable discharge,â Michael corrected. He sounded remarkably sober for a guy who claimed to be drunk. âThat kind of thing sticks with you.â
âI know.â Because he did know. He just wasnât sure he cared all that much.
Michael huffed. âSo now what?â
âI donât know. They could go either way. Hell, they could wait to decide what to do and just leave us in limbo for now.â
âWhy now?â
Alex dropped his head to his knees. This was the part he hadnât wanted to admit to. âIâm being deployed next week.â
âShit, Alex.âÂ
âYeah.â He sighed. âIâm a coward.â
âYouâre not a coward. Not wanting to go to war does not make you a coward. It means you have a brain and some semblance of self preservation.â
âI joined the military, Guerin,â Alex reminded him. âI knew what that meant. But now that itâs hereâŚâ
âYouâre going to be fine, Alex.â
âYou donât know that.âÂ
âYes I do. Because youâre not allowed to not be fine.â
Alexâs shoulders sagged. âNot allowed huh?â
âNo. I checked the rule book. You have to come home, safe and sound.â
âYeah okay,â Alex sighed.
Michael let the silence linger before, âwas he good at least? Like, worth getting kicked out of the military good?â
Alex smirked. âIâve had better.â
He heard the slow lazy smile that spread across Michaelâs lips, the smugness just oozing through the phone. âYeah you have.â
---
Alexâs voice was a sleepy mumble when he finally answered. âGuerin?âÂ
âHey,â Michael greeted softly. It was late, even for this kind of call. Hell, Alex would probably be needing to get up for the day soon at this point.
Bed sheets rustled as Alex shifted in bed. He waited for Michael to speak first. When he didnât, he started humming, as had become his habit.
Michael let him for a little while, his eyes closed as he listened to Alex try out different notes. Heâd been working on the same tune for years at this point but Michael never tired of hearing it. âAlex?â
Alex stopped humming with an inquisitive noise.
âAm I really that bad of a person?â
âYouâre not a bad person at all,â Alex told him. His voice was still slightly rough with sleep and for the first time Michael felt bad for calling him. Alex had clearly needed the rest. âYouâre an idiot sometimes and you make terrible life decisions but youâre not a bad person.â
âGee, thanks.â
âIf you want me to lie, call me when Iâm awake,â Alex grumbled. They both knew Michael wouldnât though. They didnât talk like this when the sun was shining. If they talked at all it was inconsequential.
âMax is joining the sheriffâs department,â Michael told him. âBecause of me. Because he thinks he needs to to get me out of trouble. Because Iâm such a screw up that he needs to literally make a career out of cleaning up after me.â
Alex sighed. âYouâre not responsible for what Max does. Heâs a big boy, just like you, and he makes his own choices, okay?â
Michael waited for him to tell him he wasnât a screw up. He didnât.
âGuerin?â
âYeah, okay.â Michael swallowed thickly and hoped Alex couldnât hear it through the phone.
âWhat is it?â No such luck.
âYou were supposed to tell me Iâm not a screw up.â Alex didnât reply right away and Michael scoffed. âGuess I should have called when you were awake.â
âYouâre not a screw up,â Alex finally said. But had lost some of its meaning. âYou just make bad choices sometimes.â
Michael had a sudden flashback to his truck that last summer. âRight.â He nodded even though Alex couldnât see him. âI forgot. Iâm throwing my life away.â
Alex sighed heavily. He sounded a good deal more awake now than he had. âGuerin-â
âSorry for waking you up.â
âGue-â
Michael hung up.
---
âHey man, are you okay?â Richards grabbed his shoulder but Alex threw him off without a thought. He must have been rougher than heâd thought because Richards took a full step back and put his hands in the air. âManes? Alex?â
âIâm fine,â Alex barked.
âYou are not fine,â Henderson told him. Alex whirled around. He hadnât even heard him come up behind him. Henderson also took a step back.
âOkay, fine. Iâm not fine.âÂ
âWhat do you need, man?â Collins asked from behind Richards.
Alex wasnât even entirely sure what had happened. One second he was fine and the next he was having what might be a panic attack. âI need to leave.â The guys immediately started clearing a path to the door. Alex was nearly outside before he realized what he really needed was something else. âI need my phone.â
Henderson turned on the spot. âIâll get it.â
Collins and Richards waved Alex outside, neither one of them touching him and making sure no one else even came close. It was impressive considering how crowded the bar was tonight.Â
Alex braced himself against the brick wall, closed his eyes, and sucked in slow, deep breaths. There were people walking on the street behind him but Alex blocked them out. âHere,â he heard Henderson say. Alex opened his eyes to see his cell phone in front of his face. He snatched it from Henderson with a gruff âthanksâ and started scrolling through his contacts. It had been a while since either of them called and their last call hadnât ended well but Alex didnât care.Â
He ignored the fact that it was barely past midnight and hit Call. As it rang he pressed his forehead to the back of his hand, his fingers digging into the brick. The guys stood around him, not quite hovering but not leaving him alone just yet.
Alex ignored all of it and listened to the phone ring.
The dial tone cut off with a, â-uck off Max!âÂ
Alex sagged lightly against the wall. There was a slamming door and some more cursing before, âAlex?â
âHi,â he whispered.
âWhatâs wrong?â They didnât usually ask. But then again, Alex didnât usually call this early in the night. He was suddenly acutely aware of his friends pretending not to listen in.
âCan you-â Alex cleared his throat. âCan you just-â
Thankfully, Michael didnât need him to finish the sentence because Alex wasnât sure that he could. He waited half a beat to make sure Alex didnât say anything else before he was off on a tangent about something. Alex could honestly say he had no idea what Michael was talking about, at some points the terminology he was using went straight over his head and at others he was referencing people Alex had never met. But it honestly didnât matter as Alex felt his panic subside and the tension leave him the longer Michael talked.Â
After more than a few minutes, though it honestly could have been an hour and Alex wasnât sure heâd have noticed, Collins came over to him. âDo you need a ride home?â
Michael stopped talking, clearly listening in.
Alex nodded. âSorry.â Theyâd all come together.
âDude,â Richards scoffed. âDonât apologize. Place was lame anyway.â He turned and led the way to the car, Henderson on his heels. Collins lagged behind to make sure Alex was following.
âAlex?â Michael asked.
âYeah. Can you-â
Michael hummed. âSo yesterday Izzy-â Alex let the words roll right over him. He barely paid attention to where he was walking and trusted Collins to get him back to the car in one piece.Â
Alex didnât say a word the whole ride home and the others left after making sure he got into his apartment in one piece, none of them asking the questions obviously on the tips of their tongues. Alex loved them for it, just a little bit.
He listened to Michael ramble as he got ready for bed and collapsed on top of his sheets.
âI saw my dad today.â
Michael cut off mid word.Â
âHe- heâs visiting an old friend of his apparently.â
âI didnât realize the devil had friends.â
âPlenty of demons in hell,â Alex said lightly. âI didnât think he saw me but then he was out at the bar I went to tonight and he,â Alex stopped. He hadnât even really processed it earlier, what exactly had set him off. Now, he wasnât sure he wanted to admit it. Hell, he wasnât sure he could admit it.Â
He let out a shuddering breath and said nothing.
After a while, Michael started talking again and Alex fell asleep to the sound of his voice.
---
Maria grabbed the keys out of his hand even as she shoved him out the door. âYour truck will be here tomorrow,â she told him. She closed the doors behind her and watched him as he stumbled across the parking lot. âIs there someone you can call?â
Michael laughed. âAt this time?â He paused. âWhat time is it?â
â3am,â she sighed. âLook, you canât stay here. I canât afford that right now.â Sheâd just bought the place and he knew any small problem could snowball for her right now. âI need to clean up and lock up. If youâre still here when I leave, Iâm calling the Sheriff.â
She hesitated a moment, a wary eye locked on him, but eventually she went back inside. Michael didnât miss the definitive thud of the deadbolt turning in the lock a second later.
Michael tripped twice on his way to his truck, his feet catching on the gravel. He had half a thought of using his powers to start the engine but he dismissed it, recognizing that he really was way too drunk to try and drive. Honestly, he was drunk enough that he might somehow blow the car up trying to start it with his powers. Instead, he pawed clumsily at the seats until his cell phone appeared.
Holding onto it tightly, he slammed the door and started down the road. The Wild Pony was on the opposite side of town from Sandersâ but at least he wasnât parked out at Fosterâs right now. That would have been too far.
Michael wasnât sure at what point heâd dialed the phone but before he knew it it was ringing in his hands.
âHey,â Alexâs tiny voice answered. Michael stopped and stared down at his name on the screen. He didnât have a contact photo set for him; Alex wouldnât let him take one. âGuerin?â
âAlexxx,â Michael drew out his name far longer than necessary.
Alex sighed. âYouâre drunk.â
âYes,â Michael nodded firmly. âVery. Maria took my keys.â
âWhere are you?â
Michael looked around. âRoswell.â
He thought Alex might have snorted. âI know that. Are you at the Pony?â
âNope.â Michael shook his head. âShe kicked me out.â
âOookay. So where are you now?â
âWalking.â
Alex paused. âYouâre walking home from the Pony? Drunk?â
Michael shrugged. âShe said I couldnât stay or sheâd call the Sheriff. I donât want to see Maxâs disappointed face again. Itâs a stupid face.â
âMichael,â Alex sighed. âCan you call Isobel? Have her pick you up.â
âSheâs got a new boyfriend. Sheâd be mad if I woke her up. Says she needs her beauty sleep for him.â
âMich-â
âYou left.â Alex choked on his name when Michael cut him off.Â
âI couldnât stay.â
âNo. You could,â Michael focused more on putting one foot in front of the other than on the words spilling out of his mouth. Probably a good thing because otherwise heâd never say it and heâd just have more nights like this one. âYou just wonât. You never will. But I know that. Iâm good for a fuck but not to stay over. Whatever.â
âGuerin-â
âYou left.â Heâd gotten to the edge of the street and he tripped over the lip of the sidewalk. The phone fell to the ground next to him and he missed Alexâs response. When he got back up, the phone was cracked but the call was still connected. âYou left Roswell. Two days before you said you would. You didnât say goodbye.â Half the reason Michael had gotten so drunk tonight was because heâd made plans for a night with Alex only to realize Alex had skipped town.
âI had to go,â Alex told him. âMy friend needed me.â
âI needed you,â Michael might have whined. âYou just skipped town in the middle of the night.â
Alex exhaled heavily. âI didnât think youâd care. I mean, you always find some excuse to not be around when I leave.â
âI care,â Michael insisted. âYouâre just an asshole.â
âAnd youâre drunk.â
âDoesnât make you less of an asshole.â
âWhere are you now?â
Michael looked up. âCrashdown.â
âOkay.â He paused. âMichael?â Michael hummed. âKeep walking.â
Michael looked down at his feet, surprised to find them stuck in place. âI canât.â
âYes, you can. Just take a step.â Michael did. âAnd again.â Michael did. Slowly, leaning more heavily on the buildings he passed, he got to the end of the strip.
At some point he started narrating his journey. After a while Alex started giving him directions like he didnât know how to get home, like Alex knew the way better than he did. Michael didnât argue with him, though, just kept talking as he walked until eventually he crashed into the locked gate at Sandersâ. Michael picked the lock without thinking about it. Heâd lost the key Sanders gave him a long time ago and using his powers on the lock was an old habit.Â
âYou home?â Alex asked. Michael was sure heâd been talking this whole time but he must have missed some of it.
âMhmm,â Michael agreed as he trudged up the steps of his trailer. He almost dropped the phone as he fell onto his bunk.
âGood night, Guerin.â
---
Alex couldnât sleep. His body was thrumming with something like excitement. Or maybe anxiety. He didnât know.
The news broke that morning and it was all Alex could think about all day. Every time he thought heâd finally got it out of his head, someone or something would remind him and heâd be lost to it again.
He had to be up in three hours, had to be at work in less than four, and yet he had hardly even closed his eyes.
Alex fought with himself for a few more minutes before giving it up and getting out of bed to get his phone. It was across the room so he unplugged it from the charger and carried it outside with him. Sometimes, heâd scroll through his contacts and fool himself that there was someone else he might call but tonight he didnât bother with the pretense; he went straight to Michaelâs name and hit call.
Michael answered immediately, almost like heâd been waiting for Alex.
âThey did it,â he greeted.
Alex felt himself smile. âYeah.â It was nearly reverent. âThey actually did it.â Michael laughed and a second later Alex joined in. He leaned back and stared up at the stars. âThey really did it.âÂ
They sat quietly for a while, just listening to each other breathe.Â
âRun that dad band idea by me again?â Alex had no idea what had possessed him to say it. They never mentioned these phone calls, never, and it had been years since Michael brought it up.
Michael made a strange noise. âCouple of kids, crappy family garage band instead of doing homework?â
âYeah that.â
âFirst step is finding someone you can make music with.â
âAnd marrying them,â Alex smiled. âI can do that now.â As of this morning, he could marry any guy he wanted, anywhere he wanted.Â
âYeah, Alex. You can do that now.â
Alex closed his eyes. âMight need to find me a mean triangle player.â
Michael paused and Alex wondered if heâd gone too far. âNo cowbell?â
âEh,â he sighed in relief. âYou can always use more cowbell. Could need a guy who can do both.â
âSteep requirement.â
âWell, I could never marry just anyone.â He laughed. âGotta have standards, you know.â
âOnly the very best for Alex Manes,â Michael agreed.
âAnd for Michael Guerin.â
âSure.âÂ
Alex opened his mouth to reply when another voice beat him to it. âAre you coming back? Or should I go?â
Michael audibly wavered so Alex made the choice for him. âItâs late. I need to sleep.â
âAlex-â
âHe sounds hot.â He hung up.
---
Isobel was going to be fine. A few bumps and bruises, possibly a concussion if she actually got checked out at the hospital, but otherwise she was fine. As far as car accidents go, it was nothing, especially considering the state of her car.
Michael had just had time to push the oncoming car just slightly to the side before it hit Isobel head on and the adrenaline rush from using his powers publicly and being scared to death that Isobel almost died was starting to wear off.
âMichael, Iâm fine,â she insisted. Noah hovered in the open front door behind her but Isobel ignored him. âReally. Itâs you Iâm worried about.â
Michael looked at her, surprised. âWhy would you be worried about me? Youâre the one who almost died not an hour ago.â
âYeah but youâre the one who,â she stepped closer and lowered her voice, âdecided to use his powers in public.â
Michael rolled his eyes. âIt was Main St at midnight, hardly town square in the middle of the day.â
âStill,â she insisted. âYouâve been antsy ever since and you keep asking me if Iâm okay and-â
âThatâs because you almost died!â He reminded her.
âBut I didnât!â She put her hands on his shoulders. âYou saved me. You did good, okay? So take a deep breath and relax. Youâre starting to stress me out with how stressed you are.â
âIâm not stressed.â
âWell youâre something.â
Michael rolled his eyes. Behind Isobelâs head he saw Noah start to pace, his eyes locked on Isobel. âYour boy toyâs getting antsy. You should do something about that.â
Isobel looked over her shoulder and smiled before focusing back on Michael. âYou should stay. Crash in the guest room.â
Michael shook his head. âIâm going home.â
Isobel eyed him. âIs home code for the Wild Pony?â
âNo, homeâs code for my shitty little Airstream,â Michael rolled his eyes.
âI donât think you should be drinking tonight. Youâve already used your powers once-â
âGood night, Isobel.â Michael hugged her, cutting her off. âIâm glad youâre not dead.â He pushed her gently towards Noah, exchanging a nod with the man, and drove off.
He didnât go home. He also didnât go to the Pony.Â
Michael parked his truck by the Crashdown and scurried across the street to the shuttered UFO Emporium and broke the lock. He slipped inside, careful to shut the door behind him, and navigated blindly through the rooms until he got to the room with the tacky glow in the dark stars painted on the wall.
He sat on the floor, sucked down half a bottle of acetone, and called Alex.
âHmm?â Alex answered sleepily.
âWho would pay money for a dump like this?âÂ
âHmm?â Alex asked, slightly less sleepily.
Michael leaned back slowly until he was lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. There were more âstarsâ up there but some of them were stuck on and were falling down. âThey couldnât even be bothered with halfway decent stars.â
âGuerin,â Alex grumbled. âAre you at the museum?â
âItâs terrible.â
He heard Alex roll his eyes. âItâs always been terrible.â
Michael looked around. âI donât know. Itâs not all bad. Iâd even say this roomâs had some amazing things happen in it.â
âAmazing, huh?â
Michael hummed in agreement. He listened to Alex shuffle around in bed and didnât say anything for a while.
âBad day?â Alex finally asked.
âIsobel was in an accident,â he confessed. âOther guy was drunk, just missed hitting her head on.â
âIs she okay?â
âBumps and bruises,â Michael told him. âShe was coming to pick me up. I was right there. She couldâve-â
âHey, no, sheâs fine,â Alex assured him. âI mean, come on, sheâs Isobel Evans, a little thing like a car accident isnât going to take her out.â Michael laughed.
âNah, sheâd wait for the apocalypse or something.â
âPlease,â Alex scoffed. âSheâd rule the apocalypse. Dare the world to try harder.â
Michael laughed until he started crying. âThe guy just missed her.â He wiped at his face. âAlmost took the front of her car off.â
 âBut he did miss her,â Alex reminded him. âSheâs okay. Say it.â
âSheâs okay.â
âSheâs okay.â Michael drew in a shuddering breath. He let it out just as shakily.
âSheâs okay,â Alex said again, his voice calm and even.
Michael took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. It wasnât working. âCan you-?â
Alex started humming without any more prompting. It had become a habit over the years. When Alex called but couldnât or wouldnât talk about why, Michael just rambled about whatever he could think of until Alex either fell asleep or hung up. When Michael called, Alex would hum for him. Sometimes heâd recognize it as a popular song but most often, Alex would just hum. Bits of it he recognized, some lines that Alex repeated over and over, something he once said he was working on. Michael had never heard more than bits and pieces, wasnât sure if Alex had gotten any further than that, but heâd always liked hearing it.
That was what Alex hummed for him tonight and it settled him like nothing else could.
---
âAlex,â Henderson stepped in front of him, his hands in the air in front of his chest to show he meant no harm. âYou need to sleep, man.â
Alex shook his head. âI need you to move.â
Elcott touched Alexâs elbow and he jerked away from her. âDonât.â Her eyes were sad but kind. No pity.
âManes, itâs late. You need to be awake and alert tomorrow for your shift. You need to sleep.âÂ
Alex shook his head again. âRight now, what I really need, is for you to get out of my way.â
âLook, Manes, weâve been there,â Henderson started.
Henderson was his friend. Theyâd been posted together for years before this deployment and they knew each other pretty well. Alex knew that Henderson understood, knew that he could talk to the man if he wanted, the problem was that he didnât want to. He couldnât.
Alex stared him in the eyes. He had a few inches and about 20 pounds on Alex but Alex had no doubt he could take him. After all, he had plenty of experience fighting men bigger and taller than him. âMove.â
Henderson shared a look with Elcott before sighing heavily and stepping to the side. âTry not to get caught doing something stupid, will you?â
Alex didnât spare him a sideways glance let alone a response as he burst out into the cold night air and made a beeline for the communications building.Â
Two uniformed men stood guard out front. Alex ignored them until one physically stepped in front of him. âManes. You canât be in here.â Lt. Walkerâs eyes were kind, he knew what had happened earlier, but his tone left no room for argument. âYou need to go back to the barracks.â
Alex shook his head. âI need to-â
âPersonal communications are not authorized at this time, Manes, you know that.â Walker stepped in front of him, hand outstretched, but stopped shy of actually touching Alex. It was a wise choice on his part; Alex was crawling out of his skin and he had no idea how heâd react to someoneâs touch right now.
âI need-â Alexâs voice cracked slightly and he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid seeing their reactions.Â
âManes,â the other guard said, the one Alex didnât know.
âFive minutes,â Alex pleaded. âI need five minutes.â He swallowed thickly.
Walker exchanged a look with the other man, the man shrugged and pointedly looked away, and Walker opened the door behind him. âFive minutes.â
âThank you,â Alex told them sincerely as he slipped inside. The place was mostly dark, all operations communications being run out of a different building and personal communications prohibited at this time of night, but Alex knew the way to the phone bank just fine. He hadnât had occasion to use it much but every soldier stationed here knew where to find their connection to back home.
Alex didnât bother with a chair. He grabbed the phone off the desk and curled up on the floor, his fingers dialing a familiar number without hesitation.
It rang twice before being sent to voicemail.
Alex called again. It rang once.
Alex let out a mild curse and called a third time. This time it was picked up just before it went to voicemail. âWho the hell is this?â
âMichael,â Alex exhaled.Â
âAlex?â There was a loud clang like Michael had dropped something. âWhat time is it over there?â
There was a clock on the wall opposite him. â3:52 am,â he answered.
âWhatâs wrong?â
And just like that, Alex broke. Heâd been holding it together all day, since 1:36 pm. Since Alex pulled the trigger and another man fell to the ground and didnât move.Â
Michael made soothing noises on the phone, a low murmur of words that Alex had no hope of understanding but that was okay for now. He just needed Michaelâs voice in his ear.
âI killed someone,â he finally croaked out. âHe was going to shoot us but I shot him first but it doesnât even matter because heâs dead because of me.â Tears were falling freely but Alex didnât notice. âI killed someone, Michael,â he whispered.
âAlex.â Michaelâs voice was soft, gentle. Alex wasnât sure he deserved it right now. âIâm sorry you had to do that.â
âI shouldnât have,â Alex closed his eyes only to be blinded with the memory of the man falling to the ground, chest covered in blood. His eyes snapped open. âI-â
âYou shouldnât have had to,â Michael agreed. âBut youâre alive. And your squadâs alive, right?â
âYeah.â Every one of them had gotten back safe and sound, no injuries. âHe should have gotten to go home alive too.â
âIt was you or him. And Iâm not sorry it was him.â
âDonât say that. You donât know that.â
âI know you,â Michaelâs voice was strong and sure. âAnd you wouldnât have pulled that trigger unless you absolutely had to. You could never hurt anyone unprovoked. It was you or him.â
Alex let out a shuddering breath. He wasnât sure he believed Michael but he couldnât deny the words helped. Alex didnât say anything else and after a moment, Michael started up a running commentary on what he was doing.
âManes.â Alex looked up to see Walker stood in the doorway. His eyes were on the hallway, respectfully not looking at Alex, but his five minutes were clearly up. Alex looked at the clock to find it read 4:12.Â
He cursed lowly. âSorry,â he said to Walker. To Michael, he said, âIâve gotta go.â
âTry to get some sleep,â Michael asked. âYou sound tired.â
Alex felt his eyes slip closed. âThank you.â
âThank you,â Michael replied. âFor staying alive.â
Alex didnât know what to say to that so he hung up without another word. Walker gave him another minute to pull himself together before he stuck a hand out to help him up. Alex took it gratefully. âThank you.â He wasnât talking about the help.
âDonât mention it,â Walker replied. He didnât say another word as he escorted Alex outside where Henderson was waiting. The two men exchanged a look that Alex couldnât decipher before Henderson was ushering him back to the barracks.Â
âBetter?â He asked as they reached their bunks.Â
Alex nodded, surprised. âYeah. I think I am.â
âGood. Now get some sleep. We might get an hour at this rate.âÂ
âThank you,â Alex whispered, Henderson was skipping his own precious sleep to stay up with Alex. The man just rolled his eyes and pointedly got comfy on his bunk. Alexâs lips twitched upwards as he followed suit.
---
âSometimes I hate Isobel,â Michael opened with as soon as the call connected. It had been stewing in his head for days just begging to be let out.
Alex hesitated. âWhy?â
Michael dropped his head back against the headrest and stared through his windshield at the stupid banner strung up in the middle of the main square. Congrats Graduates!Â
âI couldâve had my Masterâs by now,â he said. Heâd done his research. Four years of undergrad followed by the two year graduate program for agricultural engineering at UNM and heâd have two degrees under his belt as of yesterday. âI shouldâve had my Masterâs by now.â
âAnd how is that Isobelâs fault, exactly?â
Michael closed his eyes, the images of Isobelâs face that night in the cave flashing in his mind. âShe couldnât handle me leaving after high school. Had a freak out or whatever.â
â...thatâs why you stayed?â Alex sounded disbelieving.
âShe- she did something. Something stupid,â Michael ran a hand over his face. âIâm not saying it was the only reason I stayed but Iâd be lying if I said it wasnât a big part of it. I didnât want her to do anything like that again. I couldnât-â He cleared his throat. âI looked it up. UNMâs grad programs, I mean. They had the program I wanted and if Iâd gone after high school Iâd be done by now.â
âApply again,â Alex urged.Â
Michael shook his head. âI canât.â
âYes, you can. You got a full ride the first time, you can do it again.â
Alex didnât get it. Isobel hadnât had any more blackouts since Rosa died but neither Michael nor Max had talked about leaving since then. Michael had no way of knowing if his leaving would just set her off again. He couldnât take that chance. Not if he wasnât there to shoulder the blame again. âI canât.â
Alex exhaled loudly. âWhy not?â
âI just canât.â
âYou can,â Alex told him earnestly. âYouâre more than smart enough, Guerin. Any school would be lucky to have you, you just have to apply.â Michael scoffed. Alex groaned. âYouâre wasting your mind on that ranch, Guerin. You could do so much more.â
Michael had heard all of this before. Didnât make it easier to hear this time. âAnd what if I donât want to? What if Iâm happy on the ranch?â
âIf you were happy on the ranch, you wouldnât be hating Isobel right now,â Alex pointed out.
Michael hung up on him. He ignored Alexâs call a moment later, too.Â
---
Alex watched the guy leave, his clothes still haphazard from how quickly heâd pulled them on after Alexâs not so subtle hints to leave had finally registered.Â
âAre you allergic to sleeping next to someone?â Henderson laughed. âThey never seem to stay very long.â
Alex shot him a glare and ignored the friendly ribbing from the other two guys sitting on his couch. He was well aware of his dating habits, or lack thereof, but that didnât mean he wanted to hear about them from his friends.
He lasted about five minutes before he retreated back to his bedroom. The room reeked of sweat and sex and a strange manâs cologne and Alex threw open the windows and grabbed the can of Febreze, spraying liberally all over.Â
His phone sat untouched on his bedside table as he stripped the bed and tossed the soiled sheets into a corner to wash another day. It stared accusingly at him as he pulled out his clean bedding and diligently made the bed.
When the bed was made, Alex snatched his phone up, pulled the screen out of the window, and ducked outside to sit on the small roof over his front porch. He sucked in deep lungfuls of fresh air as he scrolled through his phone. After about ten minutes he gave up pretending that he wasnât going to do what he knew he was going to do and pulled up his contacts.
Michael was number four on his most frequently contacted list. Alex thought that was actually a little low, especially recently, but he pressed Call and shimmied onto his back as the call connected.
The stars were bright tonight, the sky empty of clouds, and Alex found himself searching out the few constellations he knew as he listened to the phone ring.Â
âNot actually a good time,â Michael was out of breath when he answered. Alexâs stomach clenched. They always answered each otherâs calls, no matter what they were doing. If Michael was really about to hang up on him for some-
âMichael!â It had been years but Alex still recognized Max Evansâ voice, though heâd never heard it sound quite like that. âGet back here!âÂ
âOne second! Donât get your-â
âMichael!â And there was Isobel Evans. She sounded nearly as fed up as Max had.
Michael grumbled something at them, the phone clearly held away from his mouth. âCan I call you back in like five minutes?â
âMichael!â That was both Evansâ that time.
âTen minutes?â Michael corrected.
Alex smothered the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. Nothing about this exchange was particularly funny. âThatâs fine,â he assured Michael. It wasnât like Alex was going anywhere.
âThanks,â Michael sounded sincere as he hung up.
Alex stared at the dark screen for a long moment before he laid the phone on his chest and returned to stargazing.Â
âYo Manes!â The call came from inside the house. âYou still up?â
Alex didnât answer. He wasnât in the mood to socialize tonight.Â
It was almost twenty minutes before his phone rang and Alex answered it almost as soon as it started ringing. âSo,â he greeted, dragging the word out in an obvious question.
âDonât ask,â Michael pleaded. âI would like to forget the last half an hour ever happened.â
This time Alex did laugh. âOkay,â he agreed easily. It was easy not to push when he was a thousand miles away and the answer didnât really matter.
âThank you,â Michael sighed in relief. âNow. Whatâs up with you?â
âNot much,â Alex hedged.
Michael hummed mockingly. âYep, of course, youâre right, you always call me at two in the morning because nothingâs up.â
âYou used to let me lie to you,â Alex remarked mildly.
âI did,â Michael agreed. âI do.â
âRough night?âÂ
âWeâre not talking about that, remember?â
âOf course not,â Alex agreed lightly.Â
They let the silence linger for a while before Michael sighed and launched into a riveting tale of Johnny-the-idiot-ranch-hand. Alex let him talk for the better part of the hour, part of him engrossed in the stories of Johnnyâs sheer incompetence, before he felt ready to talk about why heâd actually called.
âDo you think Iâm broken?â
Michael cut off mid word. âWhat? No. Why would you think that?â
âI canât date,â Alex confessed. âHell, I canât really go on a date. I just- I can do sex just fine, I have no problem meeting guys and hooking up but anything more than that and I get the urge to run in the other direction.â
The line was silent for long enough that Alex had to check it was still connected. âGuerin?â
âYeah,â Michael cleared his throat. âYeah. Iâm here. I, uh, I wasnât expecting that.â
âSorry?â Alex wasnât sure if it was something he should apologize for. For all that theyâd made a habit of this, the late night phone call, the ready listening ear, theyâd never discussed matters of the heart. Not that he thought this was a matter of the heart, but it was similar enough he supposed.
âNo, no, you donât need to apologize,â Michael hurried to say. âI just wasnât expecting it. But Iâm good now.â
âAre you?â Alex arched an eyebrow even though Michael couldnât see him.
âYes,â Michael said. âAnd you are not broken, Alex Manes. Not in any way. So what if youâre not a serial dater? Thatâs fine.â
âIâm not a dater at all,â Alex reminded him.
âSo? Thereâs nothing wrong with that. Just means youâve got high standards.â
âOh?â
âYeah.â
Alex rolled his eyes. âAre you planning on extrapolating on that?â
Michael laughed lightly. âYouâve got standards, Manes. You donât want to date because none of those guys are worth your time. Youâre good at reading people, yeah? Iâm sure if someone held your attention for longer than a fuck, youâd consider a date but none of them are worthy of it so you donât.â
Alex hadnât really thought of it that way, that maybe he just hadnât liked any of the guys heâd met enough to want to date them. Or he had, but heâd dismissed it because how could no guy be worth dating? Well, no guy except⌠âYou think quite highly of yourself, donât you?â
âThis isnât about me,â Michael hedged.
âThatâs not a no,â Alex observed.
âNo, itâs not. But this really isnât about me. Thereâs nothing wrong with you, Alex. I promise.â
Alex swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. âAnd Iâm just supposed to take your word for it, huh?â
âDonât you trust me?â
He did. âShould I?â
â...you either do or you donât, Alex.â Michaelâs voice was quiet.
âI do,â Alex confessed. Promised. âI do.â
---
âMichael,â Isobel scolded for the fourth time in ten minutes. And for the fourth time, Michael ignored her completely. When he reached for the bottle again she stretched across the table and snatched it from his fingertips. âStop drinking.â
Michael turned his head slowly to stare at her. Uncaring if anyone was watching them he yanked the bottle from her grasp with a surge of his powers. It spilled all over both their laps but he paid it no mind as he poured himself another healthy portion. Isobel leapt from her seat with a horrified gasp. âMichael!âÂ
Michael sipped his drink. A heavy hand on his shoulder splashed a little out of the glass and onto his already ruined jeans. âMichael,â came Maxâs disappointed voice a moment later. âItâs not even dark outside yet.â
âWhich would probably explain why I have half the bar to myself.â Michael toasted Max with the little that remained in his glass before tossing it back in one swallow. He reached for the bottle again to top it off.
âWhy are you like this?â Max asked. He dropped into the seat next to Isobel with a heavy sigh. Michael glanced at him, saw the uniform firmly in place, and looked away. He wasnât in the mood for Deputy Evans today.
âMax!â Isobel hissed. âIf youâre gonna be an ass just leave. Iâve got this.â
Max raised an eyebrow. âClearly.â
âIâve-â
âHow about you both leave?â Michael cut her off. He waved a hand at the door. âDonât let me stop you.â
âMichael.â It was Isobelâs turn to sound disappointed and just like that Michael was over it. He stood up so fast his chair fell over and nearly took him with it. Michael reached for the edge of the table to steady himself and knocked the bottle to the floor in the process.Â
âDammit.â
Max rolled his eyes as he stood. âIâll pay for it.â
âI didnât ask you to.â Michael glared up at him. Max ignored him and walked over to the bar to pay Maria. Isobel wasnât looking at him so Michael took his chance and lurched towards the door. The ground moved slightly under him but he was used to it and adapted quickly.
âMichael!â Isobelâs yell got cut off by the slam of the door closing behind him.
Michael squinted when the sun hit his face. It honestly was a lot earlier than he usually drank but it wasnât like he had a job to fill his time anymore so what did it matter. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he staggered over to his truck. By the time he got the engine running heâd already listened to Alexâs voicemail twice.Â
âMichael!â Max came barrelling out the Ponyâs front doors. âDo not drive!â Michael dropped the truck into drive and pulled out with a spray of dirt that may or may not have hit Max in the face.Â
He made it back to Foster Ranch without killing anyone or himself. He counted it as his achievement for the day. Once he got to his Airstream and saw the notice to vacate his parking spot on his door, he knew it would be his only one.
Michael crumpled it into a ball and tossed it over his shoulder. Sanders didnât have any work for him right now but he might be willing to let Michael park the Airstream in the lot anyway. If he didnât, Michael didnât really have a backup plan but that was tomorrowâs problem. Truthfully, it was yesterdayâs but Michael was nothing if not someone who could procrastinate.
He flopped onto his bed and called Alex for the third time. As it rang he dropped it onto his chest and waited for the voicemail message. It was the only time he got to hear Alexâs voice these days.
âYou know when someone doesnât answer itâs not usually an invitation to keep calling.â Alexâs voice was raspy and gruff but it was the most beautiful sound Michael had heard in days, if not longer.
âAlex!â He shot up in the bed and nearly dropped the phone. After fumbling with it for a few precious seconds he pressed it to his ear. âYouâre okay!â
There was a pause. âYeah.â
Michaelâs heart sped up. âThatâs not exactly your reassuring voice, Alex.â
âIâm alive,â Alex told him needlessly. He was talking to him, he could tell he was alive. âHendersonâs not. Elcottâs not. Markleâs not.â Michael listened to Alex take a deep breath. He pressed a fist into his eyes. Henderson and Elcott he had heard of from Alex a bunch, Markle he didnât know. âMy legâs gone.â
Michaelâs eyes shot open. âWhat?â
âMy right leg. It was- they couldnât save it.â Michael had no idea what to say. âCan we- I donât want to talk about it. Iâve been talking about it for days, itâs all anyone wants to talk about and I just-â
Michael desperately wanted to talk about it. âWyatt Long got arrested again yesterday; public indecency.â
Alexâs exhale sounded relieved. âWhatâd he do?â
âDecided it would be a good idea to take a shower in the high school locker room. During school hours.â
âWhy the fu-â
âHe was drunk. Thought he was late for football practice. Or at least thatâs the story I got from Max. The official story is it was all just a big misunderstanding and the Sheriffâs Department is âvery sorryâ for the trouble they caused him.â
âMan,â Alex snorted. âMust be nice to own the town.â
âRight?â Michael slowly lowered back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Alexâs voice washed over him. âSome guys just have all the luck.â
Alex hummed. When he didnât say anything more, Michael launched into another story. And then another one. And another.Â
It was easily half an hour later, in a lull between Roswell updates, that Alex finally spoke. âI bought a house.â
Michaelâs breath caught in his throat. He swallowed around it. âOh yeah? I thought you said you were renting only, that there was no point in trying to settle down when you were just going to have to move again soon.âÂ
âYeah,â Alex agreed. âBut my service is almost up. And with my leg...â
âRight. So, uh, which oneâs the lucky city?â How far away was Alex going to be?
âYou remember Lily Pierce?â Alex asked suddenly.
Michael furrowed his brow. âCheerleader? Parents were never home so she always threw the parties?â
âThatâs the one.â
âWhat about her?â
âI bought the house two doors down from her place.â
Michaelâs heart stuttered. âThatâs in Roswell.â
Alex let out a huff. It sounded vaguely amused. âSo my realtor said.â
âYou bought a house in Roswell?â
âYeah. Yeah, I did.â
Michael wasnât sure how Alex expected him to react to that. âWhenâs your service up?â
âNot for another year.â
âCaptain Manes!â A distant voice scolded. âYouâre not supposed to be up!â
âAlex?â
âShit, Guerin. Iâve gotta go.â
âAlex!â But Alex had already hung up.
---
Michael paced outside the Airstream, phone clenched in his fist as it rang. He counted the rings and answered on the last one.
âThanks for the heads up,â he greeted.
Alex sighed. âYou knew I was back in town.âÂ
âFrom Isobel!â Michael yelled. Heâd found out from a flyer on Isobelâs dining room table denoting a welcome home parade for resident town hero Alex Manes. Not because Alex had bothered to tell him himself.Â
âI was going to tell you.â
âClearly.â
Alex was quiet. âYouâre angry.â
âDamn right, Iâm angry! You blow back into town without a word only to show up at my door with your dad? Alex!â
âNot about that,â Alex dismissed. âYouâre upset about that but not this angry.â
He was right, Michael was more angry about everything going on with Max and Liz fucking Ortecho, but that didnât mean Michael could admit it. âRight,â he scoffed. âBecause you know me so well.â
âOkay, Iâm not talking to you while youâre like this.â
âFuck you.â
Alex hung up. Michaelâs curses split the air but there was no one around to hear them. Heâs not too proud to admit that he threw a minor tantrum, dust kicking up around him as he used his powers on the lawn chairs he hadnât packed up yet. They went tumbling across the distance until they crashed into the side of his truck.Â
The loud clang they made when they collided startled him out of his anger. With a disgruntled sigh, he trudged over and grabbed the chairs, folding them up and tossing them in the bed of the truck. He had to pack everything up anyway now that the land had been sold. No point putting them back out.Â
Once that was taken care of he felt calmer. And slightly ashamed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Alex back.
He answered on the second ring. âYou still pissy?â
âFuck you,â Michael replied. It was decidedly more teasing and less angry than the last time heâd said it. Alex clearly heard the difference.
âGood. Whatâs up?â
âJust some bullshit with Max thinking he rules the world.â
âThe usual, then?â
Michael snorted. âNah. Little more than the usual. He, uh, he decided to go around sharing secrets that werenât his.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNot your fault.â
âItâs a shitty thing to happen.â
âYeah,â Michael exhaled loudly. âSo. Youâre back.â
Alex paused. âIâm back.â
âHow long?â
âDonât know yet. Iâm finishing up my service and then, well, Iâve got the house, soâŚâ
âHow is it?â Heâd driven by it once, right after Alex told him he bought it, but heâd never been inside.
âLooks like crap,â Alex laughed. âI should have gotten someone to come clean it. Or, you know, furnish it. Iâve got a bed and one folding chair.â
âYouâve been back for two weeks.â
âIâve been busy.â
âClearly.â
They both fell silent. Michael could tell Alex had something on the tip of his tongue but whatever it was, he didnât say it.
âYou going to the reunion?â Michael finally asked, when the silence had dragged out too long.
âReunion?â
âYeah, Izzy put together our ten year reunion. Saturday night? Pretty sure Mariaâs going.â
âUh,â Alex stuttered. âI guess? I havenât actually been to see Maria yet so it would be a time to catch up, I guess.â Michael definitely didnât read anything into the fact that Alex hadnât seen his best friend since coming home either. At least he wasnât avoiding Michael specifically.Â
âIâll text you the details.â
âThatâs fine, I can get them from Maria.â
Michael tensed. âRight. Sure.â
âLook, Guerin-â Alex sighed and stopped. âItâs late.â It was always late, with them.
âYeah, sure. Good night.â
He hung up before Alex could reply, some of that earlier anger still simmering under the surface.Â
---
Alex stared out at the desert behind his house and fingered his phone in his pocket. He wanted to call Michael but he wasnât sure he could. Not after how heâd left things earlier.
This was the problem with coming home, he thought idly. Theyâd made a relationship that worked for them and it worked in part because they didnât see each other very often. Barely a month in and heâd fucked it up.
After staring into the darkness for too long, Alex gave it up and went to bed. He spent over an hour tossing and turning before accepting that sleep wasnât coming. At least not easily.Â
His phone was on the bedside table, easy to reach from the bed. Alex stared at it for a long moment before giving up and unplugging it from the charger. He told himself he was just going to play a game but he wasnât surprised to find himself pulling up Michaelâs contact. He stared at his name until the screen blurred and then he pressed Call.
He didnât even know what time it was. It might not be late enough for this kind of thing.
Michael answered but didnât say anything. Alex listened to his breathing for a few minutes, equally unwilling to talk. For once, Michael didnât take the silence as an invitation to ramble and instead stayed quiet.
âMy dadâs a dick,â Alex offered eventually.
âHe is,â Michael agreed readily. He didnât say anything more.
Alex wanted to apologize, wanted to take back what heâd said earlier at the drive-in but the words got caught in his throat. âIâm not scared of him,â he said instead. âIâm not,â he added firmly.
âNo one ever said you were,â Michael replied. âNo one could.â He made it sound simple, like it was a fact. Alex wasnât sure if it made him feel better or worse.
The line was quiet again, the silence only broken by the sound of Michael yawning.
Alex closed his eyes. âI donât care about the copper wire,â he confessed. It came out so quietly he wasnât sure Michael heard him.
On the other end of the line, Michael let out a breath, long and slow. âI know, Alex.â And then he hung up.
---
Michael sped away from the hospital, trying to leave the image of his broken siblings behind him. Isobel seemed confident that she needed to be there, that it was the only place safe for her, and Michael was trying not to argue with her but he didnât understand. He didnât understand needing a door with an exterior lock to feel safe. And Max was half dead on his feet these days and Michael couldnât deal with them both. He was never supposed to be the strong one.
The sun was shining overhead but Michael pulled out his phone anyway. It rang and rang until eventually he got Alexâs voicemail. He pulled the phone away from his ear, stared at it, then called again.
âGuerin,â Alex greeted, his voice hushed. âI have a meeting with a general in less than a minute, can it wait?â Michael let out a shaky breath.
âCaptain Manes,â he heard a voice call. It sounded authoritative. âYes, sir,â Alex replied, his voice faint.Â
Michael prepared to be hung up on but Alexâs voice was suddenly loud in his ear again. âGuerin?âÂ
âYeah,â Michael replied. âYeah, it can wait.â Still, Alex hesitated. âGo to your meeting, Alex,â he urged. âI can wait.â
âOkay,â Alex said slowly. âIâll call you back when Iâm done,â he promised just before the line went dead.
Michael made it home and through two oil changes before his phone rang. He ignored Sandersâ look, wiped his hands, and walked away pressing his phone to his ear. âHey,â he greeted, knowing who it was without even checking the caller ID. âHow was your meeting?â
âLong,â Alex huffed. âGenerals are entitled assholes.â
Michael raised his eyebrows. Alex wasnât overly fond of the Air Force but he was usually respectful of it and the men and women he served with. âTough day, huh?â
âCould be better,â Alex agreed. âYou?â
âIsobel committed herself to the psych ward,â Michael admitted. âSheâs been having blackouts for the past couple of weeks and she doesnât know where she goes or what she does and itâs freaking her out.â
âCan they help her?â Alex asked. He didnât ask if she was okay or if Michael was and for that Michaelw as grateful. He wasnât okay and he suspected Alex knew it but they didnât need to talk about it.
âI donât know,â Michael exhaled heavily. âBut she figured itâs better than waking up in the middle of the desert again.â
âHmm,â Alex mused. âWaking up the desert with no memory or sleeping in an uncomfortable bed in a locked room you canât get out ofâŚâ Michael pictured him weighing his hands like a scale.
âIt makes her feel better,â Michael shrugged. He didnât get it either but it was Isobelâs call.Â
âThatâs all that matters,â Alex agreed. He paused. âWant to hear about this guy Jones? He stole a developmental vehicle theyâre testing out and wrecked it last night and now heâs trying to stop the brass from figuring it out.â It wasnât how they usually did this, Alex talking his ear off, but it sounded really good right about now.
âYeah,â Michael agreed. âTell me about Jones.â
The sun went down while Alex talked and Michael felt the words ease some of the ache in his shoulders. It was nice, he realized, to hear Alexâs voice. It didnât matter what he said, Michael was tuning most of it out, but it didnât matter.
---
Alex had just started getting ready for bed when the phone rang. At first, seeing Michaelâs name flash on the screen, Alex was tempted to ignore it. Heâd spent the entire day waiting for Michael to come home so they could talk only for him not to show up. But it was after midnight and a phone call after midnight was always answered. It was their unspoken rule.
âGuerin,â he answered in a clipped voice.
âHeâs dead,â Michael gasped.
Alex froze. âWhoâs dead?â
âMax.â
Alex stood up from the bed and started grabbing his things. âWhere are you?â
âI donât- I donât know. I dropped Izzy off and I was going home but-â
âStay there,â Alex told him. He snatched his keys off of the table and yanked the front door open. âIâm coming.âÂ
âDonât-â
âIâm coming,â Alex repeated firmly as he started the car.Â
âDonât hang up,â Michael requested weakly.
Alex closed his eyes briefly as he took off towards Isobelâs house. âI wonât. Michael, I wonât.â And he didnât. He started humming as he drove, the old chords forever on the tip of his tongue. Heâd never managed to put words to them, not in the decade heâd been writing the music, but he knew the melody like the back of his hand.Â
He made it to Isobelâs house and immediately turned in the direction of Sandersâ. It was only five minutes or so before his headlights picked up the familiar form of Michaelâs old truck parked on the shoulder. Alex parked behind him and hung up the phone before getting out and hurrying over to Michaelâs door.Â
Michael was staring at his dark phone when Alex reached his window. There was a look of utter confusion on it, like he didnât know what had happened. He turned that look on Alex when he opened the door. âAlex?â
âHey,â he greeted softly.Â
Michael stared at him for a moment longer before he started leaning towards him. Alex wrapped an arm around his shoulders and hugged him awkwardly as Michael planted his face in Alexâs neck. âMax is dead.â Alex was about to ask what happened when Michael continued. âRosaâs back. He brought her back.â
Alex froze. He genuinely did not know what to say to that.Â
Michael pawed at the back of his head, his fingers scrabbling at the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. âYou stopped singing.â His hand felt different than normal but Alex ignored it.
Alex immediately started humming again. Bit by bit, he felt Michael relax against him. The positioning was uncomfortable for both of them but Michael didnât seem inclined to move and Alex couldnât bring himself to suggest it. They stood there for the better part of an hour before Michael unfolded himself.
âItâs late,â he remarked. His face was already starting to shutter, his grief from a moment ago hidden away. âYou should get home, get some sleep. Youâve got work tomorrow.â
âGuerin-â
Michael pushed his shoulder gently until Alex took a step back and he could close the door. Alex didnât stop him as Michael gave him a tiny, crooked smile and a nod in thanks and drove away.
The next time they saw each other, neither said a word about that night, silently agreeing to pretend the last time theyâd seen each other was in the Airstream before Max and Noah died and Rosa was resurrected.
---
Michael got lost in the music. His fingers were cramped and his arms were tired and he barely noticed. Every now and then heâd shake out his hand, maybe run the fingers of his right hand across just to convince himself that his eyes werenât lying, but then heâd go right back to the guitar. Heâd stolen it from the Pony a few nights ago and heâd been playing it ever since.Â
Turns out not everything is like riding a bike. Michael was having to relearn everything, recondition his fingers to work like theyâre supposed to, and he was enjoying every second of it. Part of him wanted to keep it to himself, to hoard this kernel of joy and not let the world ruin it like it had ruined everything else, but part of him also ached to share it. To not be alone in this too.
Michael missed a chord and stopped to rub the cramps out of his fingers. A quick glance at his phone showed the time was 1:57am so he unlocked it and called Alex without a secondâs thought.
âGuerin?â Alexâs voice was rough with sleep but the worry was evident. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â Michael promised. It was somewhat of a lie, plenty of things were wrong, but nothing at this moment. âListen.â He put the phone on speaker, set it down next to him, and started to play. It was rough, a far cry from what he used to be able to do, but it was also worlds better than anything heâd done in a decade.Â
He ran through a few songs, old favorites that heâd first learned in high school, before his fingers took over and started playing something new. Well. Not new.Â
Over the phone, Alex inhaled sharply in recognition but Michael didnât stop playing. Heâd been listening to this melody for ten years and his fingers knew the notes faster than he could think of them.
Finally, the song came to an end. In its wake there was only silence.Â
âThatâs my song,â Alex said softly. âYou played my song.â Michael didnât know what to say so he didnât say anything. âYou played-â Alex cut himself off. He cleared his throat before continuing, âit sounded amazing, Michael.â
Michael closed his eyes and ducked his head. âIt wasnât,â he objected. He didnât comment on the rare use of his first name.
âIt was,â Alex repeated. âIâve never played it before.â He quieted. âIâm glad I could hear you do it.âÂ
Michael squeezed his left hand into his fist, relaxed it, then did it again. âIâm glad I could play it for you,â he replied softly.Â
They sat in silence for a moment longer. âOkay,â Alex eventually said, at a more normal volume. âNow play Free Bird.â
âFuck you,â Michael laughed. âLet me work my way up.â
âFine,â Alex scoffed. âPlay Thnks fr th Mmrs.âÂ
Michael rolled his eyes but complied. The only reason he knew it was because Alex had been obsessed with it in high school so he supposed it was only fitting.
They stayed on the phone for a while, Alex making requests and Michael doing his best to fulfill them, before his hand cramped up too much for him to continue.
âHey,â Alex said softly, just before Michael could hang up. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor letting me listen.â He hung up before Michael could think of a reply.
---
Alex eased the car door closed, not wanting to interrupt the quiet night. It wasnât that late, was actually pretty early if you counted before midnight as early, but Alex kept to his routine anyway. Up ahead, a body lounged against the wall, a dark cowboy hat pulled low. Alex ran his eyes over the familiar form, taking in every detail he could as he came to a stop next to him.
Michael slowly looked up at him. âYou came,â he greeted, like he couldnât quite believe it.
âYou asked me to,â Alex reminded him. It didnât matter that it wasnât the middle of the night. Michael had called and Alex had answered. Itâs what they did.
---
Michael wasnât sure why (thatâs a lie) but he found himself pulling into Alexâs driveway three hours after heâd said goodnight to Maria. Sheâd asked him to stay over but heâd made some excuse he couldnât even remember to go back to the Airstream but instead heâd driven around for hours until finding himself here.
At Alexâs house.
They didnât do this. If they needed each other in the middle of the night, they called. They didnât show up. Not in the last 18 months since Alex moved back had they done this. But here Michael was.
He got out of his truck and let the door fall closed. It was loud in the quiet night but Michael didnât care. Alexâs neighbors were far enough away that they shouldnât be too bothered by it and waking Alex was sort of the whole point of being here. Wasnât it?
Michael made his way to Alexâs patio, his steps heavy, and dropped into one of his chairs. The metal squeaked across the bricks at the motion but Michael hardly noticed it. He planted his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. It wasnât long, or maybe it was, before the front door opened and Alex stepped outside. Michael heard him close the door before making his way over to him, his crutches sounding different on the brick.
The chair next to him pulled back and a moment later Alex dropped into it. He set his crutches to the side and placed a bottle of bourbon on the table. Michael glanced at it. It was his favorite brand. Alex hated it.
âMaria has her powers because her family was experimented on at Caulfield,â Michael greeted. âAnd the more she uses them the more they hurt her. Itâs what happened to Mimi. Itâs why Mimi gave her a necklace to block her powers.â
He looked up when Alex didnât say anything and found himself staring at Alexâs stunned face while he processed his words. âShe didnât tell you,â he realized. Alex shook his head. âShit,â Michael cursed lowly. Heâd come here to vent not to drop a bomb on Alex. âSorry. I figured she would.â Alex shook his head again. His fingers turned white with how hard he was squeezing the arm of his chair.
Michael reached out and gently unhooked his fingers. The second Alexâs hand was free, he twisted in his own and held on tight. He knew how Alex felt about Caulfield, knew he felt guilty for his familyâs actions there. He really hadnât meant to just unload on him like that.
After a short while Alexâs grip on Michaelâs hand eased and he started to breathe easier. âOkay,â he said. âWhat else?â
Michael stilled. âWho said thereâs something else?â Alex just looked at him. Michael tried to meet his gaze but he couldnât, finally relenting, âI donât want her to use her powers but she wants to. She doesnât seem to care that it could hurt her or kill her.â
Alex didnât say anything at first, his grip tightening on Michaelâs again though this time it was in comfort. âItâs her life, Guerin,â he finally said. His voice was harder than Michael was used to at this time of night. Michael opened his mouth to reply but Alex talked over him. âIt is. Just because youâre dating her does not mean you get to make those choices for her. Iâm not saying you have to like it or ignore the issue, but the decisionâs hers. Like it or not, itâs not your call.â
Michael yanked his hand away and stood up. âSo Iâm just supposed to sit here and watch her self-destruct?â
Alex looked at him evenly. âIf thatâs what she decides to do? Yes.â
Michael shook his head. âNo. Thatâs not gonna happen.â
âItâs not easy to watch someone self-destruct,â Alex said quietly. His voice still wasnât any softer. Michael stifled a flinch when he realized what Alex was talking about. âBut itâs not your call. Sometimes all you can do is sit back and watch.â
Michael froze, thought about what heâd said, and dismissed it. âNo,â he shook his head again. With that, he spun on his heel and went back to his truck.
Alex didnât call after him.
---
Alex knew where Michael was, knew who was with him right now, and still he called him.
âHmm,â Michael greeted quietly. In the background, there was a rustle of sheets and Mariaâs questioning murmur. Alex forced himself to listen to it as Michael made his way out of his girlfriendâs bedroom.
As Michael wordlessly made his way outside, the quiet click of doors opening and shutting revealing his path, Alex raised the bottle to his lips and took another long sip. He should stop, he knew he should. Heâd passed too much at least an hour ago, but he didnât care.
âAlex?â Michael finally asked. It was otherwise silent on his end.
âDo you have any idea how much it hurts?â Alex asked. He was pretty sure he wasnât slurring but Michaelâs next words quickly corrected him.
âYouâre drunk.â He didnât say it like a question because it wasnât.
âI spent the day with you and your girlfriend,â Alex reminded him. âYes, Iâm drunk.â
âAlexâŚâ
âJust talk,â Alex ordered. He didnât want to talk about it, especially not with Michael, but he needed Michaelâs voice in his ear. Over a decade and heâd still never found something that helped even half as much as letting Michael ramble in his ear until his thoughts settled and he could breathe again.
Michael didnât say anything right away. There was a pause long enough that Alex was almost about to plead with him before Michael got with the program.
âThereâs a group of women who like to come by and get their cars fixed any time itâs really hot outside,â he started. âIsobel calls them the Real Housewives of RoswellâŚâ
Alex closed his eyes and let the words wash over him. Michael never raised his voice above a murmur, his tone light and gentle, and at some point Alex capped the bottle and set it aside. He let Michael talk for almost two hours (at one point heâs fairly certain Michael started reciting the plot of his latest tv show but Alex wasnât going to call him on it) until he was cut off by another voice.Â
âEverything ok?â Maria asked. âAre you coming back to bed?â
Alex hung up before he heard Michaelâs answer.
---
Michael wasnât sure heâd ever get over the sound of the ocean. It was late, very late, and the beach was deserted except for them, and the only sound in the world was that of the waves crashing gently against the sand.Â
âHeartbreak sucks,â Liz huffed. She was carving smooth circles in the sand around herself with her feet. It was the first thing sheâd said since sheâd joined Michael an hour before.
Michael hummed questioningly.
She gave him a sad smile and turned to look out at the water. This far out, the only light came from the moon and it made the waves shimmer. âWhen I first got here, I used to come out here all the time. Used to stare at the water like it held all the answers.â Her laugh was brittle and self-deprecating. âLike the ocean could fix my relationship for me.â
Michael pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his arms on them. âIâm not sure itâs that powerful.â
She smiled. âNo. But sometimes it feels that way. Like if I spent enough time here it would wash away all of the bad stuff and leave all the good. All the parts that love Max enough to fix are problems.â
âYeah,â Michael sighed. âI get that.â
Liz bumped his shoulder with hers. âYouâll be okay, Mikey. If you and Maria are meant to be, you will be. Itâs just a few rough patches.â
Michael couldnât help himself, he laughed. Liz stared at him in surprise. âYeah, no, Maria and I are done. Itâs not a rough patch.â
She furrowed her brow. âYou donât know that.â
âYeah, I do. And so does she. Weâre not meant for each other, no matter that we love each other.â
Liz frowned and shifted over to rest her head on his shoulder. âIâm sorry.â
Michael hummed. He couldnât quite bring himself to agree with her, even though he knew thatâs what she was probably expecting. Maria had done the right thing ending things between them. Heâd tried to deny it at first but heâd quickly come to accept it. They really werenât meant for each other. Maria was meant for better men than him and he was meant for one specific person. The rest of the world paled in comparison and Michael had finally stopped denying it. To himself at least.Â
âYouâll find someone,â Liz assured him. âYou deserve to be happy, Michael.â
Michael smiled. âSo do you. Even if it is with my idiot brother.â
Lizâs lips quirked upwards but she didnât say anything. They sat in silence watching the waves for a while before Liz sat up with a groan. âI need sleep.â Michael sat where he was as she stumbled to her feet and held out her hand. âYou coming?â
Michael shook his head. âIâm good here. Not like I have to work in the morning,â he teased.Â
Liz gave him a searching look before shrugging. âYou know the way back, right?â Michael nodded and she left. He heard her trudging through the sand behind him until she hit the road.Â
When the sound of her car had faded into the night, Michael dug his phone out of his pocket and called Alex.
âHowâs California?âÂ
âI like the ocean,â Michael replied. âItâs peaceful.â
âIt is,â Alex agreed. âI always felt small, though. Standing on a beach. The entire world out there in front of you and you canât see any of it because thereâs just water.â
âYeah,â Michael breathed. âYeah.â
âHowâs Liz?â
âSheâs good. Obsessed with her work. Misses Max for some reason.â
Alex laughed. âCanât imagine why sheâd do that.â
âI can,â Michael confesses, the night giving him courage. âI miss you.â
Alex inhaled sharply. âGuerin-â
âHey, itâs after midnight, doesnât count, right?â Michael cut him off. He wasnât ready for the big conversation just yet.Â
âNo lies after midnight,â Alex reminded him.
âWho said I was lying?â The next wave brushed dangerously close to his toes. Michael didnât move. There was a voice on the other end of the phone, faint but recognizable. âIs that Forrest?â
â...yeah,â Alex muttered. âHold on.â There was a shift and then the sound was muffled like Alex had covered the receiver. ââNight,â Michael heard him say, followed by what sounded like a kiss.
âYou sure you donât want me to stay?â Forrest asked.
âNo, Iâve got an early morning,â Alex hedged. âNo point.â
âOkay.â Another kiss. âGood night.â
Michael waited until he heard the door close and the sound cleared up before speaking. âNot up to sleepovers, yet?â
âNo,â Alex replied. Michael wasnât sure if it was an answer or an order but either way Alexâs tone left no room for discussion so Michael dropped it. Problem was, he didnât know what else to say. The mood from earlier was gone. Alex cleared his throat. âI miss you too.â
Michael felt his lips turn up in a helpless smile. âYeah?â
Alex hummed. âIâve kinda been wanting to show you the ocean for years now. Iâm a little annoyed I didnât get to.â
âWell,â Michael swallowed. âI hear thereâs an entirely different ocean on the other side of the country.â
âOh yeah?â
âJust something to consider.â
âGood to know.â
Silence fell over them again. Normally this is when Alex would start humming but Michael wasnât sure he could take it right now. Not now that he knew the words to go with the song.Â
âNight, Alex,â he finally said. âIâll be back next week.â
âGood night, Michael.â
They hung up. Michael stared at his phone, trying hard not to think about how much softer Alex had sounded telling him good night than when heâd said it to Forrest. It wouldnât do him any good to compare himself to Alexâs boyfriend. Their time was now. His and Alexâs would come. He believed that.
He had to.
---
Forrest snuffled and reached for him as he got out of bed. Alex paused and waited to make sure he hadnât woken up before he grabbed his crutches and hauled himself upright.Â
Navigating out of his bedroom in the dark with his phone tucked under his chin and both crutches in his hands while trying not to wake up the man sleeping in his bed was harder than heâd anticipated but Alex managed it. In the hallway, he paused just long enough to ease the door closed behind him before making his way outside.Â
It was late, late enough that Alex almost expected to see the beginnings of the dawn on the horizon, but he hadnât been able to sleep yet. Tonight was the first time Forrest had stayed over, the first time Alex had had to share his bed with someone other than Michael for longer than a few hours, and he wasnât dealing with it as well as heâd hoped he would.
He didnât even hesitate before he called Michael.
âAlex?â Michael sounded groggy.
âFuck you,â Alex replied. He dug the palm of his free hand into his eye.Â
âWhat did I do now?â He sounded simultaneously wide awake and more tired than he had a moment before.
âHeâs not you.â
âAlex-â
âYou got to move on, why canât I? Why canât I make this work? Why canât I be with someone whoâs not you?â
âAlex-â
Alex hung up.
---
It was late when Alex showed up at the Airstream. The fire was mostly embers and Michael was on his second and last beer of the night. When Alex got out of his car, Michael put his beer down and stood to greet him. He meant to meet him halfway but Alex was quicker on his feet and met Michael before heâd gotten more than a handful of steps. The last gasps of the fire provided little light but what light there was danced across Alexâs face.
âItâs late,â Michael greeted. Heâd been back from California for almost two weeks and this was the first time Michael had seen him since then.Â
âYeah,â Alex agreed. He looked at Michael with a strange look in his eyes. If Michael didnât know any better heâd say Alex came here for a reason. A very specific reason that didnât involve a lot talking. âItâs almost four.â He stared at Michael until Michael got it. What happened in the early hours before dawn, when the night was at its peak, didnât count. Theyâd scraped together a decade long relationship on that premise alone. The secrets, the fears, the hopes, the dreams, anything confessed across a phone line when the moon was high in the sky, didnât count. Not really. Sure, lately theyâd expanded that to in person conversations but Alex wasnât here for a conversation and he wanted the same rules to apply. What happened between them at this time of night only existed in the here and now. It didnât carry over into the daylight.Â
Michael knew it was probably a bad idea. As theyâd both said many a time, their relationship involved too much sex and too little talking when they were actually together and that had been their downfall. They were doing better lately but they werenât there yet and Michael had no idea how introducing sex would impact them now. And that didnât even take into account the fact that Alex still had a boyfriend who wasnât Michael. But if Alex wasnât going to mention that part, neither was Michael. He took one careful step towards Alex. âSo it is,â he agreed.Â
Alex waited a second, searching his face for confirmation, before he lunged forward and kissed him. His hands went straight to Michaelâs hair, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck while Michael clutched at his waist and pressed them as close together as they could possibly be.
They lost themselves in each other for long enough that when Michael finally pulled back to catch a breath, even the embers had died off. Alex trailed his lips down his neck and found that one spot that drove Michael crazy. The spot that no one else had ever found. âAlex,â he moaned. Alexâs only reaction was to start leading Michael backwards until his back hit the side of the Airstream with a gentle thud. Michael braced himself against it, cupped Alexâs face and pulled his lips back up to his.
Michael lost his shirt and his boots right there and Alexâs shirt found its way to the ground as they maneuvered the two steps it took to get to the door. They had to separate to get inside and Michael felt like he could hardly breathe during those few seconds. When Alex was finally inside, Michael pulled him close. It made walking back to the bed difficult but neither attempted to pull away again.Â
When they finally did, Alex didnât go far. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his prosthetic for long enough that Michael decided to press his luck. âStay,â he asked softly. Alexâs shoulders tensed and his eyes closed. âItâs still dark out,â Michael pointed out. âSunâs not gonna come up for hours.â
That made Alex look back at him and Michael couldnât help but kiss him again, his fingers sliding through Alexâs sweaty hair to hold him close. âStay.â
Alex pulled away again to fish his phone out of his pants and set an alarm but then he was back in Michaelâs arms. He still hadnât said more than five words since he showed up but Michael didnât care. Not yet anyway.
Whether or not either of them got any sleep was a question neither was inclined to ask nor answer but when Alexâs alarm went off just as the sky was starting to lighten outside his window, neither moved. They stayed where they were, Alex half on top of Michael, his fingers reaching up to tangle in his curls. Michael was busy trailing a finger up and down Alexâs arm.Â
Eventually, though, the sky got light enough to force Alex into action. âSunâs up,â he murmured. He paused and considered the view out the window. âWell. Almost.â He kissed Michael, slow and thorough, before pulling away completely.Â
Michael watched silently as Alex got dressed. When Alex was ready, sans his shirt which was still outside, he stopped and considered Michael still laying in the bed. With another glance out the window, he leaned down and kissed Michael one last time before turning and leaving without another word.Â
---
Michael didnât hear from Alex for days after the night they spent together. It wasnât too surprising nor was it unusual; their calls had never been an overly frequent occurrence and their paths didnât cross in town much. But still, it made Michael antsy. He knew the point of it was that they wouldnât talk about it, wouldnât even mention it, but dammit, Michael had questions. He needed to know what it meant, both in the present and for the future, and whether or not he should be prepared for it to happen again.Â
He was still trying to figure out to bring it up with Alex when the opportunity dropped into his lap. Lizâs welcome back party at the Crashdown started five minutes ago and he was running late. After spending too long searching for a parking space, he hurried around the corner to the diner only to find Alex and Forrest just ahead of him. Alexâs shoulders were tense and there was a careful distance between the two men but they were still clearly together.
âAlex,â Michael called before he could stop himself. Alex froze in his tracks as Forrest turned to greet Michael. Michael nodded at Forrest in hello and waited for Alex to turn around. He eventually did, at first not quite looking at him before clearly forcing himself to meet his eyes.Â
âGuerin,â he greeted. âWeâre all late,â he reminded them as he started to take careful steps towards the diner entrance. Forrest offered Michael a strained smile before following him and suddenly Michael was done.
He took his phone out of his pocket and called Alex.
The ringtone sounded loud and sharp and Forrest looked at Alex in surprise. âSince when do you have the volume on?â
Alex put a hand on his pocket over his phone and didnât answer. They all stood there as Alex waited for the phone to stop ringing. Taking mercy on him, Michael ended the call, watched Alexâs shoulders relax, and called again.
This time, Alex had a hand on the door when his phone went off and his knuckles went white around it. âAre you going to answer that?â Forrest asked.
Alex sighed heavily and nodded. âYeah, okay.â He pulled his phone out and put it to his ear. âNot now,â was all he said, his voice echoing through Michaelâs phone, before hanging up and trying to tuck it away again.
Michael called him back.
Alex let out an actual groan of frustration before turning around. âForrest, weâll meet you inside.â Forrest looked between them before nodding slowly and stepping around Alex and into the diner. When the door shut behind him Alex led Michael around the corner and across the street for a modicum of privacy.
âItâs daytime,â Alex pointed out.
Michael looked up at the sun shining above them and nodded. âI thought thatâs what the sun meant.â
âMichael,â Alex huffed. âWhat do you need, right now?â
âAnswers,â Michael replied simply.
âIt was 4am,â Alex reminded him. âWhat happens at 4am stays there. We donât talk about it, we donât ask questions, we donât fucking bring it up in the middle of the day.â
âMaybe we should.â
âNo.â Alex shook his head. âYou donât get to change the rules now.â
âIâm not trying to change the rules! Iâm trying to understand.â
âUnderstand what?!â Alex shot back. âIt was a 4am thing. It doesnât mean anything.â Michael was stunned silent and Alex took advantage of it to walk past him. âWeâre late for Lizâs lunch.â
Michael shook his head and spun. âIt meant something!â Michael yelled after him. Alex stopped in his tracks. Just ahead, their friends turned the corner, clearly looking for them but Michael ignored them. âOf course it meant something, Alex, it always means something! And I am sick and tired of us pretending that it doesnât.â Alex turned slowly to face him as Michael closed the distance between them. âEvery single phone call,â he said quietly but earnestly. âThey meant something. They mean something.â He shook his head. âTheyâre not nothing,â he pleaded gently.
âTheyâve never been nothing,â Alex agreed softly.
A weight lifted off his chest and Michael breathed a little easier. âMaybe I am trying to change the rules but I think the rules need to change,â Michael said. âWe canât not talk about those things. About-â
âMichael-â Alex cut him off.
âAlex.â
Alex turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder and Michael was suddenly reminded of their audience. Forrest, Kyle, Maria, and Liz were standing on the corner staring at them. âNowâs not the time,â Alex finished.Â
Suddenly, the last thing Michael wanted to do was sit through a lunch with all their friends and Alexâs boyfriend. âYeah. Yeah, okay.â He stepped around Alex, careful not to touch him, and walked over to their friends. He greeted Liz with a quick hug. âWelcome home, Liz. Iâm afraid Iâm gonna have to miss your lunch.â
âWeâll do something another time,â Liz agreed easily. He nodded at her and crossed the street to his truck, pulling away before anyone could even think of calling after him.
---
Alex heard Michael pull away and didnât move. He waited until three sets of footsteps walked away and he knew there was only one person left behind him. Still, he hesitated before turning around.
âSo,â Forrest started. âI think itâs safe to say this thing between us has run its course.â
âForrest,â Alex started but Forrest held up a hand to stop him.
âItâs okay, Alex. I knew we werenât going to last forever. But we had some good times and I donât regret it.â
âI didnât want it to end like this,â Alex told him sincerely.Â
Forrest cocked his head slightly. âWhere did you go three nights ago?â Alex looked away. âIt was the first night you agreed to stay over at my place but you disappeared for hours, snuck back in after sunrise. Whereâd you go, Alex?â His voice was soft with understanding but Alex heard the hurt in it.
He couldnât lie. âI went to Michael.â
Forrest nodded like it was exactly what he expected to hear. âWasnât just a chat was it?â Alex shook his head. âHeâs who youâre meant to be with.â
âForrest, this was real.â Alex needed him to know.
âI know it was. But Iâm not Michael Guerin so it was never going to work.â Alex didnât know what to say to that except-
âIâm sorry.â
Forrest swallowed thickly and nodded. âYeah. Okay.â He stepped forward and pressed a kiss to Alexâs cheek. âSee you around Alex.â
And then he was gone.
Alex tried really hard to convince himself the next breath he took wasnât one of relief and he couldnât quite succeed.
He took a moment to pull himself together and followed after him. Only, when he turned the corner it was Liz leaning up against the wall with Forrest nowhere in sight.Â
âLet me guess. Youâre skipping out on my lunch, too?â She didnât look too upset about it so Alex didnât feel too bad when he nodded. She huffed a small laugh and shook her head. âYou two are a mess.â
âDonât worry, weâre well aware,â Alex assured her.
She smirked. âIâm sure you are.â She jerked her thumb behind her. âMikey took off that way so I donât think heâs headed back to the scrapyard.â Alex looked down the street in the direction she indicated and knew immediately where Michael had gone. âHey,â Liz put her hand on his arm to get his attention. âDonât fuck it up this time, yeah? Either of you.â
âWeâll do our best.â He gave her a quick hug and a promise to meet up later and hurried away to his own car.Â
It was a relatively short drive out to their spot and Alex made it shorter.
Michaelâs truck was in the same spot it had always been and Alex parked next to it. He didnât see Michael but he wasnât too worried. Alex rounded the car and pulled the liftgate down to reveal Michael sprawled on his back in the truck bed.
âShould I have called?â Alex asked.
Michael opened his eyes and looked at him. âNo,â he replied. âI think we need to get used to doing this the old fashioned way.â He held out a hand and helped Alex get up next to him, moving only slightly to give Alex room.
âForrest broke up with me,â Alex announced.
âOh?âÂ
Alex hummed. âAsked me where I went three nights ago and then told me we were never going to work because heâs not Michael Guerin.â Michael didnât say anything. âHe wasnât wrong.â
Michael shifted so they were looking at each other. âAre we ready now? I know I am.â
âI just got out of a relationship twenty minutes ago,â Alex reminded him.
âSo is that a no?â
Alex sighed and looked up at the clouds. âNo. Itâs an âI wish I was a better personâ.â
Michael gripped the front of Alexâs shirt and tugged lightly until Alex looked at him. âSo are we doing this?â
âWhat is this?â Alex asked, needing clarification or rather needing there to be no confusion.
âThis. Us. For real. No more walking away. No more hiding behind middle of the night phone calls. No more seeing other people. Just us.â
Alex rolled over onto his shoulder so he could look down at Michael. âFor good?â
âThat is the idea.â Michaelâs eyes were more serious than Alex could ever remember seeing them.
âGood. But no fuck ups, okay?â Alex put his hand to Michaelâs chest. âWe go all in, Iâm not sure either of us will recover from it going bad.â
Michael wrapped an arm around Alexâs back, his other hand going to Alexâs cheek. âWe wonât. It may not be perfect all the time but weâre not going to fuck it up.â Alex took the words for the solemn vow they were and kissed him.Â
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Epilogue
Michael had no idea what the fight was about. He wasnât even sure it was actually about anything. Theyâd both been stressed for days about different things and they hadnât had much time together and suddenly they were shouting at each other over the dishes.Â
He watched Alex storm away and part of him felt relieved. It had been going too well for months now and he had to admit heâd been waiting for something like this to happen.Â
When Alex didnât come back after a few minutes, Michael finished up the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. That done, he crossed the empty house to the living room and picked up Alexâs guitar. Part of him didnât want to disturb the silence in case it led to another fight somehow but he couldnât sit around doing nothing so he started picking his way carefully through one of the new songs he was learning, taking it slow and playing quietly.Â
When the song under his fingers turned into Alexâs song a few minutes later, he wasnât surprised. Ever since he figured out how to play it, it was one of his favorites, his body long used to relaxing to the melody.
As the last chords echoed in the room (he may have been playing louder than he meant to), his phone started ringing. Somehow he wasnât surprised to see Alexâs face on the screen. Setting the guitar down, he answered.
âToo loud?â
âNo,â Alex replied. âCan you-â he cut himself off with a groan. âCan you just-â
The last of the tension slipped from him as he settled back against the couch and started rambling about his week. Halfway through, Alex stepped inside from the back patio and hung up. Michael let his phone drop as Alex curled up next to him on the couch but he never stopped talking. When he ran out of things to say, Alex took up the slack and filled him in on his own week.Â
The sun went down around them and Michael didnât notice.
âHey,â Alex sat up once heâd finished and theyâd enjoyed a few moments of quiet. âNo fair using my own song against me.â
Michael smirked. âWhatever works. But truthfully, I was playing it for myself. For some reason Iâm practically conditioned to relax when I hear it.â
âOh really?â Alex hummed, a smirk tugging at his own lips. âWonder why.â
Michael shrugged. âItâs a mystery.â
#malex fic#my fic#rnm#long post#does contain minor/mentions of miluca and forlex and alex cheats on forrest with michael#so warning for that i guess
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Second untitled Sambucky fic aka Claudia sucks at title but she wants to post her fic so please enjoy some Bucky getting "accidentally" high and Sam being the best as always
(Also please note that I started writing this way before Bucky moved to Delacroix and Sam became Cap so yes they are sharing an apartment in NY, it's not relevant to the story anyway)
Now please, enjoy x
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Sam woke up to the sound of someone breaking into the apartment he shared with Bucky. His eyes flew open when he heard a loud bang, probably the front door crashing into the wall. His first instinct was to grab the gun he kept in the drawer of his bedside table, you could never be too careful. Immediately Sam thought of Bucky, he needed to protect Bucky. Millions of scenarios were running through his head like what if a rogue HYDRA agent found Bucky and came to kidnap him?
Sam carefully opened his bedroom door and padded along the corridor as silently as possible. Their apartment was silent, too silent and whoever had broken into the apartment was probably waiting around the corner to attack. Samâs heart was hammering in his chest. He realized Bucky had not moved from his bedroom, the door was closed and he could see the light from the night lamp filtering at the bottom of the door. It wasnât normal, surely all the noises would have woken up Bucky, Sam knew he was a light sleeper if he slept at all. Sam was hit by a wave of nausea at the thought they already got Bucky.
Suddenly Sam heard a giggle, it seemed like it was coming from the kitchen.
What the fuck?
Sam walked in slowly and turned on the light, hoping to surprise anyone who was in the kitchen and keep the upper hand. Sam was prepared for anything, really. He was prepared to fight HYDRA agents but not the sight of Bucky sitting on the kitchen floor, eating chips and giggling for apparently no reason.
âSam!,â Bucky yelled excitedly when he noticed him, âWhy the gun? Are we in danger?â he asked, laughing.
âWhat the fuck, man? I thought we were being attacked, I thought someone came here to kidnap you,â Sam whispered-shout because the last thing they needed was to wake up one of their neighbors and for them to call the cops.
âI was hungry,â Bucky replied, ignoring Samâs little rant. He patted the linoleum floor, motioning Sam to join him. Sam rolled his eyes but he locked the gun and put it away before sitting next to Bucky, his back against the cabinets. Sam winced as the cold floor touched his thighs, reminding him he was half-naked. Sam wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the situation was but he was still half-mad at Bucky for making him worry like that.
âChips?â Bucky offered and Sam reached for the bag. Bucky giggled again when their fingers brushed through the bag. Something was off. Bucky did not giggle. He laughed sometimes but he did not giggle like a teen girl in front of her crush.
âBuck? Are you high?â Sam questioned, âHow the hell did that happen? You cannot even get drunk!â
Bucky nodded, âI didnât know it was possible,â he explained, âso when Leah offered me a âspecialâ brownie I thought I would not feel anything or that it would wear off as quickly as alcohol.â
Sam shook his head and sighed.
âWho is Leah and why did she offer you drugs?â
âSheâs a-,â Bucky hesitated, âsheâs a friend, she works at the sushi place. Sometimes we meet up after closing and we play board games and talk.â
âYou never mentioned her before, and that doesnât explain how the drug affected you,â Sam said, trying to push away the jealous feeling growing inside of him. Now was not the time.
âI have no idea, I know the serum can make my body process things like alcohol faster but it can also enhance things so I guess drug is one of the things I wonât be doing again. And Leah, sheâs just a friend Sam. She doesnât know about me, about my past. For her, Iâm just James, itâs nice you know.â
Yes, Sam knew. He could relate. Sometimes he missed simply being Sam Wilson, not The Falcon, not The Avenger, just Sam.
âOkay, donât go all emo on me because youâre high, Barnes,â Sam joked and Bucky glared but there was no heat behind it.
âYou have really pretty eyes,â Bucky said, changing the subject so fast it almost gave Sam whiplash. Bucky shuffled closer to Sam, his jeans brushing against Samâs naked thigh.
âUh, thanks?â Sam replied.
âYouâre badass,â Bucky continued, âyou never hesitate when thereâs a battle, youâre always ready. You barged in here thinking I was being attacked.â
Sam blushed.
âYou believe in me, you believe I can be a good person and that my past does not define me and you believe it so much that I almost believe it too.â
Sam opened his mouth but Bucky cut him off.
âNo, let me finish, please. Iâve wanted to tell you for a while and never had the courage. You did not hesitate to start searching for me when Steve asked. You hated me and you still did it because youâre a damn good person Sam Wilson. You saved me and I will forever be grateful for it.â
âTold you to not go all emo on me,â Sam joked, trying to not show Bucky how much his words were affecting him, âbut, youâre welcome. Iâm happy I saved you.â
Bucky put his hand, the metal one, on Samâs thigh, Sam shivered unsure if it was because of the cold feeling or because Bucky was touching him and his hand was suddenly very close to his dick.
âIâm done spilling all my feelings on you,â laughed Bucky, âyour skin is really soft,â Bucky continued, his fingers tracing circles on Samâs inner thigh.
âHow do you know?â Sam asked, nodding toward the vibranium hand.
âThe captors in my arm make it feel almost like my regular hand.â
âOh yeah?â Sam smirked, âyou ever tried on-â
âYouâre a pervert Sam Wilson, do you often think about me jerking off?â
âNo, I donât,â Sam lied, hoping Bucky wouldnât notice and call him out. Truth was, Sam probably thought about Bucky naked and sweaty, his skin flushed and moaning with a hand wrapped tightly around his dick more than it was healthy.
âYouâre a shit liar, Wilson,â Bucky whispered, his hand sliding higher on Samâs thigh. If Sam thought Buckyâs hand was close to his dick earlier, it was nothing like now, and Sam bit the inside of his cheek, reminding himself Bucky was high.
âLook at me, Sam,â Bucky pleaded, his voice soft.
Sam swallowed loudly, he turned his head slowly and Buckyâs face was a few centimeters away.
âI really want to kiss you, Sam.â
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âI- I canât Buck, Iâm sorry.â
In a second Buckyâs hand was off Samâs thigh and Bucky was storming off the kitchen and despite how fast it happened, Sam had not missed the hurt look in Buckyâs eyes. Buckyâs bedroom door slammed and Sam winced. He felt like an asshole.
Sam got up from the floor and put the bag of chips away. He needed to talk to Bucky, he needed to explain himself. Sam took the gun from the counter and turned off the lights behind him. Once in his room, he put it back in the bedside table drawer and searched for a pair of sweatpants.
Sam knocked gently on Buckyâs bedroom door, calling his name,
âBuck, please, we need to talk. Please, can you open our door, I know youâre not sleeping.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about, everything was perfectly clear Sam.â
âNo, itâs not, please let me in. I need to see you, I cannot do this through your bedroom door.â
Bucky didnât say anything and Sam started to walk toward his bedroom, defeated when Bucky opened his door.
âYou have five minutes.â
âYouâre high-â
âNot so much anymore,â interrupted Bucky, âfelt like someone dropped a cold bucket of water on my head ten minutes ago.â
âLet me finish, please. Youâre high or were, the point is I really like you Bucky, more than you probably realize, and I really really want to kiss you too. Believe me. But doing this while your judgment is impaired, I cannot do that. Too many people took advantage of you in your life and I wonât be one of these people.â
Bucky blinked but said nothing.
âI said what I needed to say, Iâll go back to my room now.â
Sam turned around and Bucky grabbed his wrist and pulled Sam toward him.
âYouâre a good man Sam, too good for me.â
âBelieve me when I say it takes me everything to not jump you right now, Buck.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
âI told you Bucky, I canât but if tomorrow you still feel the sameâŚâ
Bucky nodded.
âSleep with me? Just sleeping, I swear Iâll be good,â Bucky whispered, his lips moving against the shell of Samâs ear.
âYouâre a demon, Barnes,â Sam replied but he followed Bucky inside the bedroom. He laid down and Bucky took the place next to him, wrapping his arms around Samâs waist. They were asleep in a second.
Sam woke up to the sound of birds singing and the sun hitting him in the face. Buckyâs body was still pressed against his and Sam felt warm and content. He could get used to waking up like that.
âYouâre staring,â yawned Sam without opening his eyes. How are you feeling today?â
âVery sober,â answered Bucky leaning over Sam, his hands on each side of Samâs head. Sam finally opened his eyes and Bucky was a few inches away, looking intensely at Sam. Bucky pushed the comforter away and straddled Samâs hips and Sam swallowed.
âSo? Do you still-â
Bucky nodded and Sam couldnât wait any longer, he brought his hand up, placing it behind Buckyâs neck. Sam smiled softly and gently pressed his lips against Bucky. They were soft and warm and Bucky moaned when Sam slipped his tongue in his mouth. Bucky moved his hand and put it behind Samâs head, keeping him as close as he could. Bucky's kisses were intoxicating and better than anything Sam had ever imagined. They kissed until their lips felt raw and their stomachs growled. Bucky laughed into the kiss and let himself fall next to Sam.
Sam turned on his side and kissed Bucky again, now that he was allowed to do it he never wanted to stop but their stomachs growled again and Sam sighed.
âHow about we make breakfast and then come back here because I am not finished with you,â Bucky said and Sam smiled widely.
âI like the way you think.â
#Sambucky#Winterfalcon#Sam Wilson#Bucky Barnes#TFATWS#The Falcon and the Winter Soldier#Ficlet#My writing
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đšA Lonely Steamy Nightđš
Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x F!MC
Warning: rated 18, GARBAGE ENGLISH
Contents: masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, love making
@kbiscuits here you go dear!
It was night time. MC was in her bedroom, laying down under her cozy sheets. Her lover, mozart was busy composing. He had been busy for a few days and MC was getting real lonely.
She wanted to give mozart some space so he could concentrate better on his composition, in fact it was MCs idea to stay away from him. Now shes regretting that decision because she missed him a lot emotionally and.. sexually.
Just thinking about those steamy nights made her body heat up, her nether regions especially.
"Hngh.." MC moaned silently as her thoughts became wild. She couldnt ignore her thoughts anymore.
She trailed her hands into her underwear, touching her slit, feeling her wetness againsts her fingers...
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Meanwhile in mozart's room...
Mozart slammed his quill furiously as he crumpled up the music sheet he was composing on.
He exhaled sharply as he gazed down towards his tight pants. His member had been buldging furiously against his pants for a while and it had distracted him awfully. Instead of music flowing throught his mind, it was his desire and longing for MC. He understood that MC wanted to give him his own space for his own sake, but he couldnt carry on like this.
As much as he wanted to see MC, he figured that she would be asleep at this time
Mozart glanced once more onto his raging member, constricted in his pants. Frustration was painted on his face.
"Damn it, guess i have no choice" mozart muttered under his breath, annoyed.
He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing his throbbing member to spring out. He was clearly energetic down there as precum was already leaking. He snaked his hand towards tip masaging it gently as he thought of his sweetheart MC.
"Mmh.." mozart groaned lowly, feeling the pleassure build up in his nether regions
He started pumping his member gently, imagining that he was making endless love to MC.
Once he had enough of the gentle strokes, he fasten his pace, feeling his release coming closer than expected. His fantasies grew wilder and wilder every second.
"Ngh..!" Mozart groaned out as he released violently onto the palm of his left hand.
He was panting a bit as he released fairly hard, due to not doing it with MC for a few days. He stared at his now soiled hand and exhaled shamefully. He felt wrong touching himself to the thought of her for some reason.
Mozart quickly cleaned off his hand with a hankerchief and tossed it into his washing.
"Maybe a cup of coffee will fix things.." mozart mumbled, fixing himself up and walked out of his room.
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Mozart had fixed himself a cup of coffee and proceeded on going back to her room when he heard strange noises coming from MC's room
"Ngh..haaa.. mozart.."
Mozart froze in his tracks almost dropping his cup of coffee
"Is she.." mozart thought to himself as his cheeks slowly grew red, which soon was replaced by a shy smirk.
He placed his coffee down on the vase table, knocking onto MC's door
"*knock* MC..?" Mozart knocked and called her name, pretending to not know what she was doing
This of course, scared the living hell out of mc causing her to almost jolt out of bed
"Y-yes?!" MC yelped, trying to tidy herself up quickly, hiding the fact that she was doing.. things
"May i come in meine liebe?" He asked sweetly, trying to hide his playfull tone
"O-okay.." MC said as she clutched her blankets
Mozart opened the door and closed it behind him. He slowly approached MC who clearly looked as if she was hiding something. He sat on her bed. His gentle smile twisted into a playfull smirk
"I heard what you were doing schatzi.." mozart said playfully causing mc to gasp in embarrasment
"Why didnt you tell me that you needed me that much..?" Mozart asked as he got closer to her, slowly traling his hand onto MC's face, cupping it.
"B-but i felt bad for bothering you.." MC admitted shyly
"Dont worry about it, even i was left alone with my thoughts and well.. i acted on those thoughts" mozart said still with a playful tone but with a pink tint on his cheeks
MC understood what he meant causing her face to burst red.
"Heh.." mozart chuckled softly as he leaned towards MC's lips giving it a deep kiss, tongues dancing against each other.
His once soft member had started throbbing violently againsts his pants again just from teasing his lover.
"Ngh..!" Mc moaned into his mouth. Mozart slowly pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her without breaking the kiss.
If MC was moist earlier, at this point she was dripping wet, especially feeling his lover's buldge against her thigh.
Eventually they broke the kiss with a trail of saliva connected to their lips. Mozart gave MC a quick peck on her neck earning a tiny moan from her.
His hands trailed from her delicate face towards her breast. He gave her breasts a gentle massage, occasionally squeezing her erected nipples through her thin night gown
"A-ah..!" MC moaned out slightly feeling her breasts being stimulated. She could also feel her lover's member start to throb violently againsts her thigh.
MC didnt want to be the only one stimulated, so she decided to do something daring. She reached her hands towards his throbbing bulge, stroking it through his pants.
"Mmh..!" Mozart moaned out which he quickly put a hand to cover his mouth.
MC smiled shyly when she saw his reaction
"Let me make you feel good too.." MC said with a blush on her face
His heart skipped a beat, hearing his partner say such thing with a cute voice.
"Do you realize how cute you are being right now..?" Mozart whispered into her ear and gave it a nibble, causing MC to jolt. he unbuttoned his collar, "i dont think i can wait any longer meine liebe.." he continued with a husky voice
"Me neither.." MC admitted softly as she unbuttoned mozart's pants letting his member spring out. She gave the head a light massage feeling him twitch against her fingers
"Hah.. eager aren't we?" Mozart panted out with a playful smirk
Mozart brought his left hand down towards her lower parts. He pushed her panties to the side giving him a clear view of her drenched heat.
"Heh.. were u this.. mm.. wet when you were touching yourself earlier" mozart asked MC teasingly as he glider his thumb up and down her drenched slit causing her to buck her hips against his thumb.
"Ngh..! I..mm dont think so.." MC said as she choked back a moan, still touching his member which was now leaking with precum.
Mozart wanted to tease MC more
"So tell me.. what were you imagining..?" Mozart asked, teasing her
MC blushed and looked away, biting her lips in embarrasment
"W-well.. i imagined y-you kissing me and...." MC struggled to speak as she was too embarrased. She covered her face with her free hand
"Hehe.. dont worry MC, i was just mmh.. teasing you" mozart said as he chuckled, giving his embarrased lover a gentle peck on her cheek.
He gestured MC to pull her hand away from his member and scooted closer. He slowly peeled of MC's panties off and nudged his member againsts her entrance
"Do you want to know what i imagined meine liebe?" Mozart whispered into her ear, gliding his member up and down MC's slit, making sure to brush against her clitoris, earning soft moans from her. "I imagined burrying myself deep inside you, making endless love to you.." he continued with a seductive tone, slowly pushing himself inside of MC's wet heat. The way his member stretched her and the way MC's core tightened around him caused them both to moan out loudly. He used to restrict his own noises in the past. It took him a while to finally be able to make more noises in bed.
"Haah.. MC..." he moaned out into her ear "would you hah.. want me to go gentle or rough..?" He asked softly into her ear
"Hngh..please go rough mmm.. on me wolfie" MC said lewdly, causing mozart to tense up
"I would have find it hard to go gentle on you meine liebe.. especially after calling me by my first name" he said as he exhaled, feeling his desire building up
He started off with a slow yet fierce thrust, gradually picking up pace. He made sure to hit her sweet spot. Every thrust earned a loud moan from MC as she could feel him deep inside of her.
The pleasure they both felt was unreal. It always had felt unreal whenever they did it, but this time was beyond unreal, after not doing it together for a few days.
The way their sexes joined together with a slap, caused them both to make more noises when ever they were joined together. Moans and grunts filled up the room with the wet noises their sexes made. They didn't want this blissfull moment to end which is why mozart slowed his pace down.
"Wolfie..?" MC asked curiously as his lover thrusted into her slower than before
"Sorry MC.. i dont think i would have last long enough if i kept thrusting like that..i also want to make this moment more intimate for the two of us.." mozart admitted shyly
She found this side of him really adorable, which then she threw her arms around Mozart's neck. This sudden gesture surprised Mozart.
"I love you wolfie.." MC whispered
"I love you too meine engel.." mozart said as his face bursted red, from MC's cuteness
They took a moment to stare into eachothers eyes, sexes still connected to each other. The way mozart's amethyst orbs glimmered with love and passion made MC's heart flutter.
Their lips slowly connected unconciouslly, drowned in love and pleassure. Their soft lips gently pecking each other, feeling each others warm breath.
Their gentle kisses became heated and passionate, their toungues once again interwining. Unconciously, Mozart had pick up the pace, hammering himself roughly into MC , along side with the passionate kissing. Their moans were muffled into each others kiss.
"Im sorry liebe... i *grunt* wont last any longer.. may i finish inside of you?" Mozart asked sweetly, panting as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Ah..! Please do.. i love you wolfie..." MC said as she felt the knot in her nether regions start to snap.
Just the phrase " i love you wolfie" drove him feral. At this rate he was drilling into her heat with no mercy, causing loud moans and cries to erupt for MC's swolen lips. Mozart on the other hand was growling into her neck feeling himself lose control.
"K-Kiss me!" MC moaned out as she wrapped her legs onto his waist, which Mozart immideatly started kissing her roughly.
They both released, a scream of pleassure escaping from MC's mouth, feeling herself tremble at the sensation of her orgasm. Mozart had pushed himself deeply. He released deep inside of her, painting her insides white as he moaned loudly into her mouth.
They pulled away from the kiss with a wet sound, both panting as they recovered from their mind blowing ecstacy.
"Sorry if i was too rough on you mc" mozart said appolegetically as he pulled out from her core.
"Dont worry about it wolfie.." MC said as he pulled him into a sudden tight hug
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Arthur walked down the halls with a cup of coffee in his hand, when he spotted a cup full of cold coffee resting on the vase table.
"By jove, who left their untouched coffee here?" He asked himself.
Thats when he heard questionable noises come from MC's room.
"My, my, seems like wolf abandoned his coffee for his dear MC" arthur said walking away as he chuckled.
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AAAAA this one isn't my best work but i tried ;-; sorrtcif some parts here sounded awkward đ
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#ikevamp mozart#ikevamp fanfic#fanfiction#smut#cybird#ikemen vampire mozart#ikevamp series
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sick days. | j. yunho
a/n: phew i finally did it! this is a sequel to this fic but this can also be read as its own too! i wonât lie, i had so much trouble writing this. the amount of times i typed then erased then typed over and over again was a huge struggle for me in the past week, so i understand if this fic seemed a little... blegh ;;;; writerâs block sucks but itâs alright, i enjoyed writing it anyway hehe hope you enjoyed this. do excuse any mistakes as this has not been proofread â¨đ
word count: 3k+
main focus: yunho x fem. reader
warning(s): none, i think!
âtell me i'm hot.âÂ
âyeah, you're hot, yunho.â
âaye.â
âyou have a fever.â
âaye?â
âsay âayeâ one more time, and iâm gonna stab you with my paintbrush.â
âaye!â
your eye twitched at his answer, showing him the temperature you had taken for him. the boy in question, who was currently laid all tucked in bed with a wet cloth on his forehead, merely gave you a bright smile despite his face looking all flushed. sometimes, you wondered whether your roommate was literally a golden retriever in his past life who got reincarnated into a human, but still somehow having the energetic personality following his next life.
âlittle rose, you're gonna catch my fever too. i can take care of myself.â he protested, watching as you gathered the empty ceramic bowl that was previously filled with yunho's favourite soup, mentally thanking seonghwa in your head for the recipe he gave earlier, promptly placing it onto the wooden tray you left on his bedside drawer.
âpup, you know i have a stronger immune system between the two of us. i'll be fine.â you retorted, causing the sick boy to jut his lower lip out into a little sulky pout.
âyou're lucky you're cute, pup.â you grumbled, moving the cloth away to feel at his forehead, the playful glare in your eyes melting into a soft gaze. you couldnât stay mad at him, even if you tried. luckily, his skin wasn't burning as much as before, though the pinkness in his cheeks were still present.
everything seemed like a blur today. all he remembered was trying to get up from the bed but for some reason, yunho felt as if someone had dumped a huge pile of bricks on top of his body while someone kept hitting his head with a hammer. he was lucky that you came into his room to wake him up as soon as his best friend, mingi, called you up to ask where the peachy haired boy was since he couldn't reach him for some reason. that's when you know something was up.
of course, panic started to fill your entire being as soon as you saw how flushed his cheeks looked upon entering the room, along with him shivering underneath his blanket. you immediately went to his side as you phoned your other friends to tell them what was happening. it didn't take long for yunho to be dragged away from the bed by mingi, and jongho (mainly jongho) just so seonghwa could drive them to the doctor's, despite yunho mumbling that he's fine to which he was absolutely not fine at all.
you were thankful that it wasn't that serious, but nevertheless, yunho still received an earful of scolding from you for not taking care of himself more, as if seonghwaâs nagging wasn't enough.Â
so now here he is, laying still on the bed as his eyes blinked slowly before his lips lazily curled up into a grin towards you once he felt your palm resting against his forehead. the dazed look in his eyes was already a sign of the medicine he took earlier slowly kicking in. noticing how droopy his eyes were, you made sure the blankets were properly tucked on him.Â
ârest, pup. by the time you wake up, it will be when i wake you up for dinner so you can take your meds.â you hushed him, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
poor boy only grunted in response, finally giving up to force his eyes open, letting sleep take over him. you had decided to linger a little longer in the room, just until you were completely sure that the taller male was finally getting that much needed rest. sighing to yourself, your lithe fingers gingerly moved away some of the stray strands that managed to cover most of his eyes. your expression softens at the way his lips parted ever so slightly, chest heaving up and down in an even pace, adoring the way he looked so serene. with quick yet quiet movements so as to not wake the male up, you picked up the wooden tray, and crept up on your tiptoes towards the door.Â
you let your body drop onto the couch in your small living room, an arm over your forehead as your eyes stared up at the ceiling. the room was filled with silence that if someone were to drop a pin, it would have created a loud noise. the silence⌠it was almost a little too eerie for you. normally, it would have been filled with the sounds of you and yunho discussing your assignments as if one could give the other an inspiration to do so. it was when you turned your head to the coffee table that you saw something on the coffee table.Â
it was your sketchbook.Â
the object sitting idly on the table made you recall a particular conversation you had with yunho a couple of nightâs ago.
âwhat are you up to, little rose?â
yunhoâs voice effectively made you look up from your sketchbook, the page though seemingly empty, it was a tad crumpled from your many attempts of sketching, doodling, and the many amounts of erasing. the peachy haired boy made his way from the kitchen overlooking the living room to sit down right next to you with two mugs of what seems to be coffee in both hands, handing one of them to you.
sending him a defeated smile along with a low mumble of appreciation, carefully lifting the mug up to your lips to take a small sip of the drink. as if almost immediately, the bittersweet taste of the drink washed over your tastebuds, warmth being sent throughout your entire being. clearly, nothing can really beat coffee whenever you were in a stumped position.Â
âprofessor kim wanted us to draw something yesterday.â you finally answered, momentarily pausing to take another sip of the coffee, the boy next to you putting an arm on the couch behind your head while his other hand held onto his mug, listening to you intently.
âhe mentioned that he wanted something that.. makes our chests swell with a warm feeling that you feel in your chest whenever you look at your own drawing?â you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows as you set your gaze onto the blank sketchpad that was laid idly on your lap, lips pursing in deep thought.
âwell, surely you must have felt the feeling before, donât you?â yunho asked, reaching out to place his mug on top of the coffee table in front of where the two of you were seated at.
âi..â you started but somehow, the words died off in your throat.Â
you wanted to answer âyes, of course i have!â.
you wanted to say, âeverything makes me feel that way too!â
but..
..you had come to the realisation that you had never felt such a feeling in your life before. but, wasnât that the same thing as happiness? if that was the case, then everything wouldâve been âa warm feelingâ to you. Â
yunho, who seemed to notice you being in your usual thinking bubble again, merely smiled to himself. from the couple of years being your roommate, and dare he say, your best friend, he had picked up all of your habits, and actions. from the way you would rub your nose due to being flustered, or how you would pick at your lips whenever you felt nervous - to which, he tried to make you stop by giving you a small keychain with a stress ball attached to it, fortunately making you squeeze it instead of picking your lips again - yunho could read you like an open book most of the time.Â
though of course, he would have to admit, it is when you seem predictable would be the time where you would be sprouting up something so.. unpredictable. the memory of you pulling a sudden all nighter because of a sudden inspiration from watching a movie would always make you look so endearing in the maleâs eyes. it was when your eyes meeting his own was what made yunho flinch ever so slightly in his seat out of surprise.Â
âtell me, pup. have you ever felt such a feeling before?â you asked, curiosity evident in your bright eyes.Â
your question was to be expected, making yunhoâs features soften at you. folding his arms in front of his chest, his back leaned further into the couch as he hummed underneath his breath in thought. the happiness that managed to make him freeze in place, huh? it took him a moment, but eventually, he nodded his head.Â
âi have, little rose.â he responded.
âand what was it, if you donât mind sharing.â you inquired, shifting in your place to sit criss-cross as you turned to face the male next to you.
yunho could only stare at your face, slightly caught off guard upon hearing your sudden interest. he couldnât help but to release an amused laugh at the way you leaned in ever so slightly, reaching a hand out to playfully ruffle your hair.
âit may sound a little ridiculous. but it was when you threw that birthday party for me last year.â he mentioned, only to feel an amused chortle threatening to leave his lips upon seeing the confused look painted over your face, as if waiting for the peachy haired boy to explain what he meant.Â
âyou baked a cake for me, no?â the corners of his lips quirked up as soon as realisation seemed to hit you. you did bake a cake for him. but really, it wasnât that special so made him pick that certain day of all days? before you could even ask, however, yunho already beat you to it by giving out his own answer.
âno one has ever baked a cake for me before, it was either bought from our local bakery in town or none at all. but something about a homemade one.. you can feel the effort and so much love from someone who had taken their time in doing so.â yunho trailed off, eyes somehow shining with an unknown sparkle in them as soon as they landed on your own.Â
âand i have you to thank for, little rose.â he continued, fingers gingerly curling the stray strand of hair behind your ear.
you swear you could feel your heart increase its pace, feeling as if it was about to burst out of your chest. your cheeks felt warm due to the feeling of your blood rushing up to them, a hand quickly reaching up to rub your nose before tearing your gaze away from yunhoâs warm one.Â
you didnât need any more explanation. you had found your inspiration.
a fond smile curled itself over your tiers at the memory before deciding to stand up as you made your way to your room, grabbing the sketchbook with you along the way. you have a drawing to finish.
ââââââââ
a small creak from a door being opened resonated throughout the small hallway of the house, along with heavy footsteps, and the sound of a deep yawn mingled in the air. yunho rubbed his eyes as he made his way into the living room. his eyes were still heavy with traces of sleep lingered in them before looking over to the wall clock idly hanging on the wall, wanting to know how many hours had passed after he fell asleep earlier. judging by how dark it was outside, it was already night time, or maybe even midnight. with how long he slept, it was possible he slept the whole day away.
although slowly, yunho was thankful that the medicine seemed to make him recover considering how his head wasnât throbbing painfully like before, though he still felt a little heavy but it wasnât as bad as earlier. he could get up on his own, and thatâs already enough for the tall male.Â
ây/n?â the peachy haired boy called out, wandering around the house in search for you.Â
it was when he reached the door to your room that he noticed the door was slightly ajar, along with a faint sound of what seemed like a song playing coming from the inside as well. his knuckles, gently knocked against the wooden surface before gently pushing the door a tad wider, just enough for yunho to peek in.Â
and there you were. all hunched over your desk with your head on top of your folded arms, seeming to have fallen asleep with whatever you were doing earlier. as much as yunho wanted you to let you have you rest after busying yourself by helping him earlier during the day, he didnât want you to have a sore neck and back due to the position you were in. he knew how much you would complain about the pain in the two regions afterwards but then doing it again, it was a never ending cycle that yunho was amused to see from the years of living with you.Â
walking over to the desk with an intention of wanting to wake you up so you could properly lie down, the male noticed something right next to your head. it was your sketchbook. he walked up behind you, looking down at your sleeping figure. with how your pencil was loosely being held in between your dainty fingers along with a couple of crumpled up papers, mixed in with the other pencils in a variety of colours you had strewn all over the surface of your desk, yunho had made the conclusion that you were working on the assignment you had told him a couple of days ago.Â
he was glad to know that you were finally getting started on it, knowing how much you would procrastinate until things were a little too late for you to do. but with how you managed to finish everything right on time despite having such little time left, would never cease to amaze him every time.Â
with slow movements (clearly not wanting you to wake up all surprised and accidentally smack him in the face), yunho leaned over you to clear up your desk from all the clutter and coloured pencils around you, only then having a clear view of what you had drawn onto the sketchbook which caused his eyes to widen ever so slightly at the sight, pausing in his ministrations.Â
his gaze was set on two drawn figures in what seems to be a bedroom, standing side by side with their faces facing each other, joyful smiles painted over their features, each having a paintbrush in hand. it looked like the two of them were enjoying their time together. but what had caught yunhoâs eyes was one of the figures having the similar shade of peach as his hair colour, mirroring yunhoâs own hair colour. it was when he saw the familiar details on the walls of the drawing that the peachy haired male noticed what, or rather, who the two figures were in the sketchbook.
âyunho?â a soft voice called out, grogginess laced in their tone as they spoke up which made the tall male flinch ever so slightly in place as he tore his gaze away from the drawing down to you.Â
from his mind, he had already answered you calling out his name but in reality, he was staring down at your face. tilting your head up, eyes half-lidded from the sleepiness still apparent in your irises. it was when you looked down that you might have caught the gist of whatever has made him speechless. emitting a gasp out of realisation, your hands quickly covered the drawing, whining at him.
ây-you werenât supposed to see that. i wasnât d-â
âtell me, little rose. what do you see in me?â was his sudden question, effectively making your words die down in your throat. gulping thickly, your heartbeat was suddenly too loud in your ears. finally having the courage, your lips parted to answer the maleâs question.
âi have found comfort in you.â you whispered, yunhoâs eyes staring into your own nervous ones.
âi have found happiness whenever we spend time together.â you noted the way your faces were mere centimetres apart from each other.
âi have found the.. the warmth that made me feel at home.â his hands reached out for your hands, holding them in his much larger ones, feeling the pad of his thumbs caressing your knuckles.
âi have.. found myself falling for..â you murmured, yunho resting his forehead on top of your own, both of your eyes fluttering shut, and your noses touching against each other.
âi have found myself falling for you.âÂ
you were scared to open your eyes. you were scared that if you did, everything would have taken a completely different turn. you were scared that you would ruin the friendship the both of you have built together. you were scared to see the disgusted look on yunhoâs face after the little confession.Â
you were scared to lose yunho.Â
however, those thoughts were completely thrown out of the window upon hearing the words being uttered by the male looming above you.Â
âlittle rose, can i kiss you?âÂ
the question kept repeating itself in your mind. you wanted to say yes, you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, you wanted to scream out in relief. yet, not even a whisper came out. not trusting your voice, and the choice of words, you merely gave him a nod. to yunho, that was already enough for him. without wasting any more time, the taller male leaned in to press his lips against your own. yunho wasnât sure if his fever was coming back or it was due to his heart pumping so fast that blood rushed to both of his cheeks. he wasnât sure, but his face was undeniably warm.Â
your smaller hand released one of the maleâs bigger ones, reaching up to rest itself against his cheek while your lips moved against his own in sync. everything around you felt muted, the only thing you could hear was the beating of your heart like some type of drum. you never knew that a simple action could make you crave for more, but of course, the need for air was already screaming in the both of your minds that made you pull away from each other, albeit reluctantly.
yunho could faintly taste the sweetness that lingered over his lips as his eyes stared into yours in silence, his hand squeezing yours, before a gentle smile spread itself over his brims, you finding it contagious as you canât help but to show him your own smile in return. deep down, he wanted to kiss you again, seemingly longing to feel them on his lips once again. so, he did just that. much to your surprise, of course you werenât complaining.
you would be lying if you denied any more of his kisses.Â
once the both of you pulled away for the second time, one specific thing popped into your mind, eyes widening in realisation which caused yunho to tilt his head ever so slightly to the side in question.
âif you get me sick, i swear.â
âhey, you said you have a strong immune system!â
âjeong yunho!âÂ
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