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phantomphangphucker · 4 years

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Ectober Day 7: Hero - But It’s Not Funny

*a sequel to Realities Little Joke For Infinity* Highly recommend reading that first but it’s not exactly necessary.

Tony has a bad habit of adopting strays. Particularly the stupidly heroic kind that were too reckless and too selfless for their own good. So of course he wasn’t going to just ignore the random teen that literally saved the universe only to disappear into the future. Even if said teen was somewhat dead and the only hero left in a world and time that seriously needed more.

Tony grins as he finally gets the connection to work, making his face appear on the strange future teens laptop; or whatever tech people used in whatever time this kid’s in. Going a bit wide-eyed and wheezing when the first thing he sees is Phantom -in alien PJ’s, because of course the first thing he sees on the kid who showed up in a t-shirt and jeans to an active warzone is pjs- shrieking and jumping a foot off the ground while holding a full pot off coffee; which predictably sends the contents of said coffee pot flying into the air and splattering all over the teens face and floor.

Phantom looks to the screen slowly, with steaming coffee dripping off his chin, hair and eyelashes, “seriously?”.

At that Tony can’t help but bend over laughing. Straightening up and looking at the coffee pot, “what were you even doing walking around with a full coffee pot?”.

“Well I was going to drink it. But now it’s as empty as my wallet”, Phantom looks down at the pot and grumbles, “ya know what? Fuck it. I’m still gonna drink it”, then pointing his finger around and telekinetically making all the droplets of coffee on him and the floor float back into the pot.

Tony watches, a little disgusted, as the kid practically takes a full swing of the previously spilled coffee, shrugs, and sits down by his own screen; feet clearly pulled up onto the chair seat as well and coffee pot cradled between his knees and chest. Tony eyeballs the coffee pot, “you’re really going to drink that huh?”.

Phantom shrugs, “I know what’s on my floor”, looks down at the carpet and shrugs again while muttering, “a Zone damned biohazard of blood n’ ‘plasm that’s what. Oh!”, eyes widening a little, “and a sock with a questionable stain”, looking back to the screen, “‘s not like I can get sick anyway. I could drink this shit outta a radioactive waste barrel and be fine. Prob’ taste like shit tho”.

Tony wheezes both amused and pained, “please don’t kid”, that... that would definitely make him gag.

Phantom chuckles, “don’t intend to”.

The two sit in silence for a bit. Tony taking in the teens appearance. There’s hand-shaped bruising coating his neck, one of his fingers is clearly broken, and there’s a pencil-sized hole going clean through the other hands palm. Phantom doesn’t even seem to care about the state of his body, considering how relaxed he seems and the PJ’s. Plus, no way would Tony be carrying anything, including a full pot of coffee, with his hands in the state Phantom’s are.

Phantom yawns, Tony noticing that he’s missing more than a handful of teeth, before Phantom asks, “so...why’s the past tin can face-timing my laptop?”.

Tony puts on a smile, so it was a laptop. Neat. “future or not, I’ve adopted you as one of my brats. I remember you saying there wasn’t superheroes in your age”, waving his hand around, “no older generation to guide the newer. Well you're getting the older generation now”, shrugging and smiling more genuinely, “plus underroos won’t stop talking about you”. Understatement of the century, Peter was thrilled to meet another teen hero, and wouldn’t stop going on about what powers he might have or if he even has anyone to support him. The latter Tony cares about more.

Phantom wheezes, “whom the fuck is ‘underroos’?”, shaking his head, “so ya wanna be my mentor of sorts and help me blast my foes from the past?”.

Tony smirks and nods, this kid’s humour sure was something else, “exactly. And you met before, the kid? Peter?”. Sure it had been a few months but he couldn’t have seriously just forgotten?

Phantom tilts his head, “the red and blue teenager?”.

Tony grins, “you got it, kid”, eyeing the teen's hands again, “your hands gonna be fine?”.

Phantom waves one hand around, chugging more coffee, “eh don’t worry your metal ass about it. I heal like crazy”, stretching his feet out and resting them on the desk, “I’m just putting it off a while on my hands ‘cause the broken ribs and missing bits of spine are kinda more important ya know?”.

Tony rubs his temples, “Jesus Christ”, just how much damage can this teen sustain? That kind of injury should kill a person.

Phantom laughs, probably at Tony’s pained expression, “don’t worry about that either! Not like I can die twice! Haha!”.

Tony looks back to the screen at that, feeling a bit more serious, “yeah, Thanos said something like that. That you were dead but alive. And you confirmed it. What did he even mean?”.

Phantom purses his lips, “well I could explain but that also could mess with the time stream and could result in some weird immoral science crap”. Tony doesn’t get a chance to comment on that as Phantom turns his head to the side and whines exaggeratedly at the thin air, opening his mouth as wide as looks physically possible, maybe even past that, “tiiiiiiime dadddddddyyyyyyy, will this break the time stream? Your problem child has a proooooobleeeeeeem”.

Tony wheezes into his hands, “Christ”, and stares dumbfounded as a giant hourglass with purple sand comes out of nowhere and smacks the teen in the face, making Phantom fall out of the chair with a thud.

Phantom groans and begins laughing, righting himself and spinning the hourglass around, pointing the bottom of it at the screen, it reading ‘you’re fine’. Tony is so not reading into that, kid had someone like Strange in his corner. Phantom sits back down, lifting up the hourglass like it’s a weight, “Kay Kay Kay, so I’m a halfa right? Unique creature, that’s what I am. A fucked up little science project gone wrong, or right. Your choice. My folks screwed up in the lab and boom!”, he sticks his limbs out comically before righting himself and catching the coffee pot he effectively tossed in the air, “a whack-a-mole of electricity and a wormhole decided to stop my tiny little heart. Also restarted it too though! So it’s cool”, tilting his head, “wait... didn’t I already explain this?”.

Tony sighs, “sort of. We were in the middle of a war”.

Phantom quirks an eyebrow, “your point? That was, like, the bloody third one I’ve been in”, rolling his hand around, “first there was the High Ghost King, his fifty-thousand odd skeletons, and objects of near-unlimited power. The alternate future where an evil me single-handedly annihilated humanity, talk about traumatising having to fight yourself literally”, tilting his head, “and no clue if the plant guy with his army of mind-controlled people and plants or the sleep guy with his army of Walkers, counted as ‘wars’. And eh!”, snapping his fingers, “there was that guy I stole the Reality Gauntlet from! He took over the planet and turned people into clowns and shit. So that might be big enough to count as a war, even if it was just him versus me. But then the tornado guy caused storms all over the planet too so would that count then too?”, shrugging, “eh whatever. I’m sticking with three. Pariah would have eventually destroyed the Zone, which woulda ended the universe. Dan was actively on his way to ending all life in the universe, probably all death too. And grape guy, Thanos, was about to annihilate half the life in the universe which honestly would just end all life eventually... maybe”.

Tony stares at the kid before wheezing some more and falling backwards, “Christ”, righting himself and his chair, “there is something seriously wrong with your life. Like, seriously wrong”. Apparently the future was a freaking mess and fixing its crap was all on one random teen's shoulders. All because the kid died, which somehow gave him superpowers, and decided to make something good out of that death. Talk about unfair. And messed up. Really messed up. At least Tony had his team and they had each other, “please tell me you have some kind of support?”.

Phantom grins and nods eagerly, “got my guy in the chair techy, he destroyed a sataliget once! My rich activist goth, she sued one of my enemies into oblivion. And a ghost hunter who only sometimes tries to murder me and got a nanobot supersuit running through her veins; she can lowkey kick my ass if I hold back enough to avoid accidentally killing the living”, wagging his finger at the screen and getting really close, “us dead fucks are borderline indestructible immortals, halfas even more so”, leaning back and shrugging, “can still die, or fade it’s called for the spookies, though. Well, most can anyway. Timedaddy’s straight-up immortal. But if they died then, well, then the universe would literally implode from the time-stream collapsing”, and makes a little explosion sound and motion with his hands. Oh fuck, the kid was really just a damn kid. And from the sounds of it, his entire support was three teenagers. Ah Hell. Oh and some time being, ghost?, that just left him to his own devices.

Tony shakes his head, “you know what? That doesn’t actually make me feel any better”.

Phantom shrugs, drinks, swishes the coffee around, “don’t know what to tell you, man, my entire existence is pretty fucked up. My archenemy is my uncle, wants to adopt me, and gave me his inheritance. My girlfriend has a solid murder boner for me. My parents get giddy at the idea of dissecting me and are actually worse about that the odd time they’ve been successful. The kids’ at school think I’m their personal punching bag. The government would love to shoot me full of missiles and bombs. Pretty sure my sis is just using me for her research paper on ghost psychology or whatever. And my friendships are pretty much based on the three of us just being really weird”.

Tony groans, this kid probably needed more help and support that literally any other teen or hero. “ClockPops is great though. We play chess”,

Tony blinks, mentally pausing, “you... play chess? Seriously?”, this kid seemed to have more issues sitting still than Peter did. Tony finds it hard to believe he can sit through even half a game of chess.

Phantom nods and grins, “yup. Switched the pieces out for shot-glasses once, it was great. One of my teachers is cool too. He crossdressed and pretended to be his own sister to get me to try harder on a test; it worked better than it had any right to”.

Tony blinks and breathes, “your life”, shaking his head because it sounded like the future was just pure insanity, “well now I’m here and while I’m a bit reckless and a recovering alcoholic, I’m not insane”.

Phantom chuckles, “I’ll probably prove to be a bit much for you then. I’d have to be stupid to not think I’m not at least marginally nuts. Nowhere near frootloopy but eh”.

Tony sighs, being self-aware enough -or just not giving enough of a damn- to recognise that was both impressive and depressing. Impressively depressing. “A few of us Avengers are trained doctors and psychologists outside of being experienced heroes. So kid? You’ve got all of us. At least for verbal advice. Strange already went and basically confirmed that paying you a visit wasn’t a smart idea”.

Phantom snorts and rolls his eyes, sipping a bit more before staring down the pot at the small amount left. Speaking into the pot, “oh yeah, I can just imagine all the time problems that could cause. I’m surprised this is okay”.

Tony can’t help chuckling at the slightly silly image, though he’s not sure why the kid doesn’t just drink what’s left, savouring it maybe? “Same. Strange looked at me like he was questioning my sanity. He’s probably going to pester you about the Clock guy you keep mentioning”, grumbling to the side, “I just hope Loki will keep his trickster mitts off you”. Because fuck, they’d probably get on like fire and more fire. Which yeah, slightly horrifying mental image. Probably inevitable though. Loki was already impressed, amused, and interested by Phantom and literally everything the teen did after showing up. Seriously though, who’s first thought when fighting giant spaceships with mouths and other horrifying shit, is to turn it into bouncy balls and worms??? And a smoothie for a reward? For effectively saving the universe? Kid was a trickster, dabbled in death kind of literally, and ‘gave precisely zero fucks’. Loki would have a field day and probably be a horrid influence. Though thinking of it, Phantom might be a bad influence on Loki. Loki generally had reasons for anything beyond mild messing with people. Phantom seemed more likely to just go buck wild purely because he could. Even if he seemingly had a heart of gold and more self-sacrificial bones in his body than actual bones. Seemed like his entire world/time belittled and beat the shit out of him, and yet he gladly got dissected and lost chunks of his freaking spine for them. At least he had the power to back it up.

Tony quirks an eyebrow at mist, or something, leaving the kid’s mouth before Phantom goes wide-eyed and Tony jerks as an actual literal swear-on-every-ironsuit-and-the-entire-tower cartoonish rocket smashes apart what he’s assuming is-was a window; sending glass flying everywhere... and Phantom flying off-screen, the coffee pot going up in the air and sounding like it smashed apart on the ground.

Tony can practically hear the glare in Phantom’s voice, “hey! You spilled my damn coffee!”, while a robot blasts into the room, breaking more glass and bits of wood from the looks of it.

The robot pauses, seems to frown apologetically before shrugging, “apologies whelp, but it is no matter! You won’t need such things after I skin you!“. Tony chokes and gags a little at that. “Also-”, pointing to where Phantom probably is, “-that was practically empty”. Tony then stares as Phantom comes back in screen -looking all black and white- only for the robot to shoot a missile at him immediately, Phantom just sort of shrugs and lets the missile hit him in the face. This kid seriously really didn’t give a damn about his own well being.

And not even seconds later Peter walks in out of the blue, face lighting up as he notices the screen and probably Phantom’s very noticeable self on it, and dashes over. Obviously noticing Phantom’s current situation, “oh Phantom! Kick his butt!”.

Phantom does a silly thumbs up at the screen and immediately gets stabbed in the shoulder. Tony watches in slight disbelief at the kid looking at the knife, saying, “oh! You got a new knife! Shit is the handle engraved?!?”. And the robot actually stops and replies with a wide grin, “it was a valentines gift from Ember! Impressive right?”.

Tony and Peter both blink at the fight effectively stopping as Phantom pulls out the knife and looks it over, seeming impressed, “actually yeah”, pointing almost aggressively at the robot, “you got her something too right? You’re fucking horrible for that man”.

The robot rolls Its eyes, how metal is moving that organically Tony has no clue. “Of course whelp, those drum sticks you can sing into”. Phantom facepalms and Peter actually shakes his head in disappointment. Though Tony agrees, that was awful. But who talks with their enemy -who wants to skin them for peat's sake!- about presents?

Phantom makes a tsk tsk sound, “you dumbass, she got you a sick-ass knife and you got her a knick-knack? Seriously?”, Phantom walks off-screen, the two watching as what they’re assuming is cash flys over to the robot and Phantom returns on screen, “go by some flowers to make up for that crappy present. And for the love of everything, don’t get roses”, waving his hand around, “that’s so cliche. Go with tulips and forget-me-nots”.

The robot inspects the cash before flying off-screen, presumably back out through the window It destroyed, “I will have your pelt next time, whelp!”.

Phantom chuckles, shouting back, “sure you will, Skulkie! Ghost Zones greatest hunter”. Tony and Peter can feel the sarcasm in that. “Also! No you don’t have to ask! An engraved knife would be a wicked Christmas Truce present!”. Tony sighs when a ball or something slams into Phantom’s stomach and sends him flying off-screen.

Peter leaning towards the camera, “woah! You okay?”.

Phantom’s laughter echoes horribly, “right as rain! Mind you, it’s not actually raining”, righting himself and pulling himself up into the previously knocked over chair, “don't mind Skulker, he’s a poacher and I’m rare. Practically one of a kind actually. A poachers dream prize. His girlfriend has a mind-controlling guitar and occasionally attempts at world domination”. A ghost-shaped guitar floats on-screen, Phantom grabbing it, “she gives awesome presents though”, and gives the guitar a good couple strums.

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you can play the guitar?!?”, tilting his head and asking what is in Tony’s opinion a more important question, “wait, your enemies buy you presents?”, tilting his head back, “oh man that’s awesome”. Tony just shakes his head with a smile, teenagers.

Phantom grins and strums some more before the guitar floats off-screen, “all my enemies do”, shrugging, “for the Christmas Truce and my death-day anyway. But that’s normal. A ghost culture thing. Even the prison warden guy, whose got special torture weapons set aside just for little ol’ me, buys me some kind of present. Heck! Even the eyeballs do! And they’ve repeatedly tried to assassinate me”.

Tony blinks, “kid, that makes no sense. But I’m glad they’re at least occasionally nice to you”. Hell knows Phantom needs someone to be nice to him.

Peter tilts his head, “what even is a ‘death-day’? Sounds dark”.

“Oh nothing special, just the day I died. Like a birthday! But for death! A real dead-ringer of a holiday!”, and laughs loudly before rolling his eyes at Tony, waving his hand around, “eh, I’m kinda their king so be kinda a dick move to not give me gifts on literally the two biggest holidays”.

Peter practically shrieks, “WHAT! You’re a king! Oh that is so cool”. Tony blinks, “you did mention something about being the guardian of death and Earth”.

Phantom laughs some more and finger-guns while winking at Peter, “yup! Very important, much power”, and grins stupidly before pointing to the air above his head; a green floating crown bursting to ‘life’ with green mist or something wafting off, followed by a black cape with a flaming white collar and large flaming green skulls pinning it closed with a shadowy chain.

Peter cheers immediately, then adding, “Loki would love this!”. Tony points at him, “no. I want to keep that one as far away as possible for as long as possible”.

Phantom snickers, “I have chronic bad luck, so don’t count on that working out for you. Spidey probably has better tastes than you though, Ironass”.

Tony shakes his head with a smile, “you like making up names for people huh?”.

Phantom grins meanly, “it pisses people off. Which makes them easier to hit”, and holds up a fist, smacking a hand on his bicep.

Tony can’t help but laugh at that, “you got a point kid!”, though that was stupid reckless, and effectively confirmed him being tricky. One of Tony’s tech toys starts beeping so she moves to check it out. Peter taking his place in the chair. Glancing back at Tony before looking back to the screen, “hey I’ve got a question, teen to teen. What’s being a hero to you? Why do you do it? It just... it seems like your only suffering for it. Waaaaay more than normal. And not making stuff much better for it”.

Phantom hums, spinning around in the chair, “a hero's not afraid to give their life, and anything worth doing is worth getting hurt for. I do it so others will not suffer. That is all. It doesn’t matter if things change or not. If there’s still unnecessary violence and pain, then it is still a hero's place to grab their fists around it and pulverise it to Hell and back. So long as cruelty exists I will be there to stand against it. With a smile on my face and a laugh in my heart and Core. Because there is no greater joy, no greater choice, no greater path, than self-sacrifice for the sake of another. Regardless who they are, what they are. Good or bad. Young or old. And whether they support you, or not”, Phantom nods, puts his hands behind his head, cape bunching up, and looks to the side, “and maybe someday things will change. I doubt it, but who knows. But if things do, if that kind of future is on the horizon, then I think I’ll rest. Until then, I’ll be here. Doing what I do and suffering immeasurably for it. Until the world doesn’t need ‘heroes’ anymore. Till it doesn’t need me anymore”, looking back at the screen, Tony having walked back over slowly though the kid doesn’t pay him any mind, “so I guess, being a hero to me is being the embodiment of a brighter future. To absorb the suffering of the world”, sticking a finger up, “like a paper towel!”. Tony chokes at that a little; though the kids' sudden seriousness and introspection was just as startling as last time.

Tony shakes his head, “you make it sound like you’re immortal, kid. Also, that’s what a team’s for, to help share the load. The burden. Sure your ideals are noble and probably needed, but you can’t help anyone if you destroy yourself”.

Phantom smiles but something about it seems almost... sad. “In a way, I am. A ghost can not die and a human can not fade. A ghost ceases to exist when they fade and a human when they die. Yet I can do neither. So that raises the question, what is ‘death’ for a halfa? An idea? An ideal? A reality? Or just pointless conjecture. And besides, for a ghost to fade they must satiate their Obsession. Be satisfied with the fulfilment of their existence”, pointing to his chest, “and my Obsession? Protection. To protect is a physical and mental need for me. And it will never be satisfied till there’s nothing left needing protection. And it is thus that I will always be here”, shrugging and chuckling, “likely anyway”.

Tony blinks, that... that changed a lot actually. It also explained a lot. This wasn’t some kid playing hero, or even an experienced hero just doing what’s right and their job. This wasn’t someone stuck in a bad way and doing what needed to be done purely because no one else could. This wasn’t someone trying to do good to make up for their sorted past. This was someone wise beyond their years, with little to no regard for themselves, and a living -half-living- embodiment of the word ‘hero’. Watching the teen turn his head at someone -likely his mom- shouting that supper was ready. There was a rocket-powered fistfight minutes ago and his parents’ didn’t even check on him. Christ that was depressing. But it also made him want to help this kid out all the more.

Phantom turns back to the screen, “whelp that’s my queue then I guess. And let me guess? This-” gesturing at the screen, “-is gonna become a thing? Which totally cool, little warning next time. And keep this mind, walking the straight and narrow takes more time than I got. I will steal, mildly harm, trick, and lie, as I see fit”.

Tony rolls his eyes, he’d expect no different from a kid basically left up to their own devices, “we’re all guilty of that, kid”. Phantom just laughs as the screen goes dark.

Tony leans back, well fuck, he wasn’t prepared for the kid to have shit that bad. And the King situation definitely threw him through a loop. He’ll have to talk to Thor -not Loki, dear God not Loki- about that. Being a hero and a king.

Regardless, they’re gonna help the weird spooky future kid out. And Peter absolutely liked Phantom, which hopefully wouldn’t be a bad thing. Hopefully. (And it wasn’t, if you ignored Peter carrying out more than a few pranks on Phantom’s behalf).

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heyheshi · 4 years

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"Baby, we're going to have our own family!"

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written and uploaded: July 13, 2020

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Also this was supposed to be really short, like just about 700 words but I couldn’t help it!

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"H, are you sure you want to go to the doctors with me?", you asked your husband for the third time in the last 30 minutes.

"Baby stop doing that!", furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you accusingly - talking about how you're asking him that question again and about your food as you toy it around your plate using your fork.

Earlier after he woke up, Harry made sure that your day starts off as great as possible. He's so giddy. He knows that this day is going to be wonderful. He can just feel it - and so he made sure to wake you up with his kisses and a huge variety of healthy breakfast.

By "huge variety of healthy breakfast", that meant different slices of fresh fruits and organic vegetables, whole-wheat bread, cereals, yogurt, scrambled eggs, bacon (your absolute favorite and he cannot forget to add that), freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh cow milk, and mixed nuts.

He really went all the way with your meal and you're really thankful for that. 2 months ago, you would think that the two of you can't finish all of this food in just one sitting but how wrong could you be? Harry ate a lot but you're kind of having almost the same portion as him, not that he minds, he wants to keep you as healthy as possible for the baby on the way even though you told him that you're not certain about it just yet.

He made sure to talk to the hotel's head chef just to prepare your breakfast and strictly said "just the best and freshest once for my wife and make sure not to add any preservatives, just all-natural", and that's how you got here.

He even insisted on not ordering a coffee for you. You LOVE your morning coffee but H said that it's not good for your heart - which is true. You think he's being kind of dramatic and overprotective but you like it a lot.

It seems like everything he does is way too great; hormones. But it's not like you're gonna admit it to him anyway, it'll boost his ego more, your husband is narcissistic.

"Babe, babeeee, baby??!", you came back into reality. You didn't even notice that Harry has been snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, just got ca-"

"Too caught up in my handsome looks, huh?", your husband winks at you, he always teases you!

You just rolled your eyes at his antics, "course not!", you said defensively. "Was just thinking! Plus, I wasn't even staring at you!"

"Yeah sure lovie. What's on that pretty little head of yours, hmm?", he leaned his elbows on the table and put his head on his hand.

"Just thinking 'bout how you took my morning coffee away and thinking 'bout what my lunch's gonna be."

"Stop bein' grumpy", he just chuckled at your answer, knowing your sarcasm really well, "just finish your breakfast so we can leave. Already called the clinic for our appointment. It's at 10 a.m., I don't wanna be late.", he just continued eating his part but you're the exact opposite - you froze.

"You what?"

"What? Said finish your food... and that I booked our appointment...?", he asked uncertainty. He's really confused right now and you are too! You're not even sure why you're confused, you just are. Maybe over the fact that H is so excited about this and you might not even be pregnant.

Of course, you're happy with how he's acting. You're just worried that this might just be a false alarm and it will crush him so much.

"Why did you?", you looked down at your plate then quickly stuffing your mouth with the rest of your food while Harry answered.

"Just wanna be the best dad and husband you could ever ask for", he sounds sad, he really thought that you would be happy, you already talked about going to the doctors last night anyways!

"Okay.", you shortly replied and stood up to your seat rounding the table. Harry felt his chest tightening - too much - he thought, until he felt your arms around his neck from behind and tucking your face on his neck. He quickly interlaced your fingers with his.

"I love you", you quietly whispered to his right ear. "You don't know how much this means to me, you're already the best, gunna be the best dad.", you pressed a kiss on his neck. "I just don't want you to get hurt if I'm not pregnant.", your voice seemed to get quieter with each word.

Harry just stood up from his seat and faced you, "whatever happens, we're going to be okay, alright? If we're not pregnant then it's fine, I'm not going to lie and say that I won't be affected by it because I know I will be, but let's always keep in mind that God already has better plans for us, okay?", he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You just squeezed your face in his shirt, "I'm scared of another heartbreak. I really want this with you.", you said and Harry felt his shirt getting damp.

"Nothing's going to change. I'll still love you more than ever and will always be here to take care of you", he's now whispering while wiping your tears. Everything about this is so intimate. "I love you too, so much Y/N", with that, more tears fall as you kissed him like your life depends on it.

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"Patient 104, the doctor is ready to see you.", you heard the nurse called your number.

With shaking limbs, you managed to stand up and walk to the doctor's office while Harry assisted you.

"Mister and missus Styles! It's so nice to meet you in person! I'm Doctor Amelia Welsh, just Doc Amy", your doctor looks friendly and it eased you a bit.

"Harry", your husband shook the doctor's hand then slowly turned to you, "and this is my wife, Y/N.", you smiled as you shook her hand.

"Such a lovely couple! Anyway, you called last night, right Harry?", Doctor Amy asked as she sat on her spinning chair while you and Harry take a seat on the opposite side of her table.

"I did, yes. We wanted to have a check-up on my wife", your husband did all the talking, you know he can sense your nervousness.

You're eyes slowly observed the clinic. It almost looked identical to yours, with the office table on the middle and a medical bed on the far left side of the office and a rack full of different medical supplies, the only difference is that your clinic has so many baby pictures and toys for your patients to play around with.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem? I already got a hold of your medical records, Mrs. Styles, or should I call you Doctor Styles too?", Doctor Amy joked and it made you chuckle a bit.

"I'm a patient right now so I'll just stick with Mrs. Styles", you felt Harry squeezed your hand that he's holding and you smiled to yourself. He always loves it when you claim your self as "Mrs. Styles". He said it makes him all warm and fuzzy and makes him just wanna love on you all day, every day.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"Ummm okay, so I've been eating a lot - more than usual, it can be because of stress since I'm a stress - eater...", you took a deep breath and look at Harry then back at her, "also I've been feeling nauseated and often having sickness, but in the afternoon not morning so I thought it might be my eyesight."

"Hmm okay please continue", the Doctor continues jotting down on her note pad at a fast pace, you understand it tho, you do the same stuff every day.

"I'm more often bloated than not but this one's different, my abdomen looks bigger than usual..."

"When was the last time you had your period? I know your period is irregular but I still need to know", the doctor pulled her glasses down on the bridge of her nose.

"I think it was November...", you're really not sure, you gave up on tracking your period when it downed to you that your period is never gonna be regular at all.

"Last time you had sexual intercourse?", your face feels hot but you know that these kind of questions are relevant, on your side you can see Harry's ears become reddish.

As if your husband can sense that you're not going to answer that question, he stepped up even though he's shy about it, "last night."

It's not that the two of you are embarrassed about your sex life, it's the opposite actually, you just want to keep it private.

Doctor Welsh just smiled at both of your embarrassment, "well how long had you been feeling this? Did you took a pregnancy test?", she looked back down and continued scribbling.

"Just this January, I never really paid much attention, and I did, a couple of weeks ago, 12 positives and 3 negatives."

"Okay well, why don't we take a look? You can change into this gown and lay in there", she said giving you the gown and pointing at the bed on her clinic, "I'll be back in a few."

You looked at Harry and as if he can hear the voices inside your head, he pulled you into him and kissed your cheek, "we'll be alright", he smiled at you but you can tell that he's really nervous too.

You both are, this is the break it or make it time of your lives. You're not sure if you're ready for it but you shook your thoughts out of your mind and changed into the gown and went to the bed, Harry hot on your heels, quickly took a seat beside the bed and held your right hand.

"I love you", he whispered, he thinks he's as nervous as the first time he auditioned on the X-Factor, when he asked you to become his girlfriend, or when he asked you to become his wife, all combined.

"I love you too", you kissed his knuckles as he smiled at you.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come back.

"Ready?", she asked and you nodded. She set the machine up and made sure you're comfortable before putting the gel on your tummy.

Nobody dared to make a sound and you never dare to look anywhere besides Harry's eyes as he presses his lips on your palm.

"Okay...", you hear the doctor mumbled that made you whip your head up to her.

You looked at the monitor and saw it, there's a heartbeat. You knew what exactly it was but your husband doesn't since he never accompanied someone to an ultrasound appointment before.

And then the silent room heard it, the heartbeat.

"Wa- was that...", Harry slowly looked at you with red eyes.

"Yes", you whispered while nodding your head.

This is it.

"Oh wait", the doctor said suddenly, you froze, this can't be happening! There's nothing wrong with anything! Everything is fine!

You never dared to look at the monitor and Harry too, much too scared of hearing the next words that will come out of the doctor's mouth.

You're finally pregnant and you're going to love your child with everything you have and you just hope there's nothing wrong with your baby.

"What was it?", Harry asked in a croaked voice, still not looking up.

"Well, I'm seeing... not one, but two heartbeats!"

Both of your heads snapped back at the monitor and there you see it! From a different angle are two little heartbeats, two blips, two fetuses, two babies in the future!

You almost felt your heart stop from so much happiness!

"Congrats you're having twins! You're about 8 weeks pregnant!", Doctor Amy rejoiced but you still cannot move, neither can Harry until...

"I- oh my God! Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Oh God Oh God Oh God!", Harry jumped from his seat covering his face with his hands.

"Baby, we're going to have our own family!", H crouched down next to your bed while slowly kissing your nose and that's when it finally sunk in! You're pregnant! And with twins! This is more than you could ever ask for!

You're nodding your head repeatedly with tears running to your cheeks rapidly while Harry tried to catch everything.

"Happy, I'm so so happy, H."

"Me too my love, me too... twins?! I- thank you so much baby, you're so wonderful to me and I-", you didn't let him finish talking as you kissed him, not caring if the doctor is still in the room.

After you pulled away, you only smiled at him and pecked his lips once again. Harry helped you clean up the gel on your tummy and go back to your seat earlier, the doctor is already there typing on her computer.

"Congratulations again! Twins are hefty but I'm sure you can both handle it!", you thanked her and proceeded to talk about the pregnancy.

"I'm assuming you already know what to expect, what to do, and not to do, and what to eat mostly, yes? Hopefully, you didn't consume any alcoholic drinks during the last at least 10 weeks and no birth control at all", Amy asked.

"We do know, yes. And no, I didn't drink, and no, none at all.", you're smiling so big, mirroring H.

"Well then, there's really not much to discuss other than your next ultrasound. You two would be great parents! Do you have any questions?"

"Not for now, I think...", and Harry agrees with you.

"If you do then don't think twice of calling me. I'll print the pictures and have my assistant help you with the next appointment if you need to be transferred to another country then let her know, I'll have her recommend you on my pals", the doctor smiled and almost left the room but...

"Can you make it 5 copies?", H asked suddenly.

The doctor looked back and laughed, "of course, you'll just gonna need to pay extra on your way out", she replied.

"That's won't be a problem, just make it 5 please!", Harry looks and sounds like a child asking for another cookie.

"It's settled!", with that, the doctor finally left the room.

The silence is really comfortable as you change back into your normal clothes.

"H, why 5 copies? We don't need that much!", you laughed as you slowly approached your husband to leave the room.

He only smiled and simply answered, "one for you, one for me, one for your parents, one for mines, then one for their album - I'm getting it enlarged and framed."

You just melted as his answer so you just hugged him tight, “I’m having your baby, and it is your business”, you joked and he laughed, exchanging "I love you's".

---

You're back at the car now, looking at the ultrasound pictures. You can see on your peripheral vision how big Harry is grinning.

He faced you and lifted up your shirt, the car still in the parking lot of the hospital. Thank God you managed to be discreet as possible, not seeing any paps insight.

"Hello bundles!", he greeted your tummy with a kiss.

"See, I know you're both there, daddy can sense it. Can't wait to hold you both and protect you from the world", he looked up at you. "Please don't give mummy a hard time, especially now that there's two of you and daddy's gonna be away a lot, but I promise to be there while you two bake in there as much as possible!", he kissed your tummy once more and pulled down your shirt.

You can't help but grin at him, "bundles? And bake?", you asked your husband while laughing, your shoulders shaking from how many laughs you're producing.

"Bundles, they're two, that's what you call it baby! Like the buy one take one thing on the store, bundles! And bake cause they're a bun in the oven, your tummy's the oven and they're the buns! Bundle buns!", he looks so excited while explaining his shenanigans to you.

You face palmed yourself but can't help but to fall in love with him more, if that's possible.

"Know what baby? Let's just get lunch, yeah?", he only nod but he didn't find your response offensive.

You secretly loved his terms "bundles" and "bake", it makes your heart warm.

"What're you all craving, tell daddy!", you slapped his arms at his double meaning!

You answered either way, "we want pasta, daddy!", then winked at him.

"If pasta is what my babies want then pasta is what we'll get!", his hands found your lap to hold your hand but yours isn't there.

He then looked at you holding your tummy with a fond smile on your face and he joined your hands with his, both of you caressing your babies.

"32 weeks baby, 32 weeks.", you said to H and he smiled at you, looking back on the road.

"I'm already thinking of getting us a customized Gucci family clothes for when they arrive!", H cheekily said to you but you know he's not kidding so you just agreed along with him.

You know you're gonna love this pregnancy already. Not only you got one, but two babies! You're more blessed than ever! Plus, you're sure that Harry's going to be giving you everything you crave for! Midnight ice cream sessions, here we come!

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 13)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

CHAPTER 12

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Your existence in their world had reasons. A purpose that involves the contentment that Geralt never found in the world that he was in. The feelings you have for your witcher makes you feel things that you haven’t experienced yet, desires that make you feel sorts of things as it also was a cause of the Cicatrix that laid in between your chest. The question is, were you on the same page as Geralt is? or was it just a misunderstanding prior to that night?

Warnings: Soft and smiley Geralt! (*rolls on the ground*), Sexual Implications, a needy reader, an annoying bard, MODERN references, mention of Divergent, grumpy Geralt, a soft-touchy-feely reader. FLOOFY chapter! Insecure reader tho. 😭 Harry potter and Lord of the Rings references. HAHA!

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A/N: THERE’S STILL CHAPTER 13.1 BEFORE THE SMUT. AHE. Sorry for the delay. Happy mother’s day to all the mothers out there! Y’all are the best and real superheroes! If this chapter didn’t make you smile, then this means I am a failure for everyone! 😂💖

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KISSING GERALT HAS BEEN SUCH A DREAM. The kiss felt like you were in seventh heaven and it also kept your mind wide awake the whole night; even with Geralt by your side with his lulling monster stories and those gentle fingers raking your hair like how he always does.

The gesture even made you a little more giddy than ever and Geralt didn't seem to mind as you've kept yourself wide awake; watching him sleep and never keeping him out of sight.

Though, he'd eventually covered those coy eyes of yours because it was bothering him; coaxing you to stop staring and just have your beauty slumber because you needed all the energy for your training.

A training that you thought would be for Cirilla because they've always had their swordplay fights before the sun rises and sometimes in the middle of a beautiful morning; as you watch Geralt in discreet as he wields his sword like how the waves move in the ocean. Very satisfying to ogle and observe.

The way he handles a sword was perfectly smooth and bland like how your coffee tastes in the morning.

Which is why your face was scrunched in peculiarity when he was done with Cirilla's training; giving the smaller silver sword to you with that reticent expression on his face; his habitual tight-lips now relaxed as he eyed you back with that tender gaze he holds whenever you were there.

An image you weren't used to; but may seem to wish it would be there forever because of how soft he appeared for you to see, not his usual brooding and serious persona.

"This is a very nice first date," you sarcastically muttered; wanting to scoff and whine from how unusual it was to receive training from the witcher like you were some sort of Tris Prior in the world of Divergents.

After the kiss last night, you've expected him to give you flowers, gifts, kisses or maybe more of his attention. Howbeit, you'd remember that you weren't in your world and that he wasn't a typical man who'd woo women like that. Geralt was probably a man whom women has been trying to court just to have his attention based on how beautiful and captivating he was.

Were you his beloved now? A girlfriend? his lover? you actually had no idea and chose to stay silent. Never asking anything more as to not ruin his good mood as he woke up in the morning.

Geralt didn't specifically told you anything about being his beloved. The only thing you understood in his words last night was that you were important to him and that he also cared.

Perhaps, he doesn't roll that way. The witcher wasn't particularly that type of man.

Therefore, you left it at that although it was dithering your heart. You were contented whether how ill-defined your position was in his heart.

"Why am I doing this again, Geralt?"

The latter silently watched you fidget with the sword on your hands, your cheeks puffed from how strange you thought his favors may be. He couldn't help but give you a beam that showed his teeth, his emotions thoroughly in a bliss after the night he confessed; parts of his aggression lifting up his chest, "The bard knows how to fight with his dagger," he adhered strictly to the fact, keeping the sword safely on his side.

Those lips of yours jutted in an opposing pout; your eyes seeming to connect with his spellbinding ones while he continued to wheedle, his cat-eyes curving into a soft shape of a crescent and you were totally enamored. Your heart skipping a beat when he was never breaking his gaze away; giving your stomach the heebie-jeebies, "---Cirilla is finally learning the techniques of using a sword,"

Your mouth was now turned into a tight-lipped one, shaking your head from the idea he wanted as you scrunched your nose further, "And I am better watching you and Cirilla have your little sword play fight," pause. "---I'm not going to fight anyone,"

You've continuously shook your head, tutting at the brilliant idea he'd tried to think of. Though, Geralt was adamant for his preposition; seeming to think the idea won't get you stabbing him accidentally or better yet, yourself.

"We can't be certain that there wouldn't be," he proclaimed, utterly determined.

You huffed out a frustrated breath, face falling right in the middle of the meadow as Geralt stood before you. His comely stature shining against the morning light and you were sure you've been blinded, "Right. Bad people are chasing you still,"

A bashful look has been unintentionally given to the witcher, lighting up an amused crooked smile and hum from the latter as he stayed completely taciturn, admiring the shy woman that stood before him.

You've suddenly felt him shift, turning your focus back at the Herculean, white haired Legolas as he'd languidly took a step back, looking calm and composed as he firmly ordered. His smile falling, turning all ruminative.

"Hit me."

More complaints were sent for what he requested, finding the whole ordeal somehow lamented because all you ever held was a pen, paper or laptops that certainly doesn't deal with people shedding blood unless you stab a pen at them. Sure, you've dreamt of fighting in combat in fantasy series or movies; but in your imagination, you were skilled. The version of yourself that you had in your dreams had talent and the one you have today only had idiotical abilities to plot your own demise because of how foolish you were in their world.

"Can't I fight with Jaskier?"

Geralt cocked his head to the side; in utter amusement as a small smile carved his pretty, luscious lips that grabbed all your attention. The witcher immediately noticed and had a smug glint in his amber eyes as he talked, "If you wish to annoy people and woo the king then he is excellent at it," pause. "---You wouldn't learn how to use a real sword from the bard. Unless, using a lute as a form of weapon in the middle of a royal banquet is your choice of fighting then Jaskier would do a great job,"

Thus, from the moment Geralt has made his utterance, Jaskier somehow had the luckiest time on planning to feed Roach as he emerged from the doorway, ceasing himself from sending a teasing ridicule as his name has been called in vain; backstabbing him by finding entertainment from how he tried shielding himself from the incident back in the years.

"I've never received any compliments from you don't you, witcher?" he hollered back, enclosing his mouth with a hand as he called from afar; a bucket full of Roach's food on the other.

Jaskier seen Geralt shake his head, a surprising beam drawing his face as the witcher playfully wisecracked out loud, "You don't need them, Jaskier."

The harmless banter made Jaskier pucker his lips in surprise, never anticipating how he'd gradually changed from being the brooding, reserved witcher to the grinning, active man he was seeing as he was teaching a woman who had no inspiration on learning the techniques of sword fighting.

Geralt simply turned his head to see you awkwardly holding onto the base of Cirilla's sword; having a gawky, hunched stance and the witcher took heed of it but chose not to correct it yet. You were dubious of even holding a sword and also a lot more hesitant as you've tried to strike a blow at his face. Without effort, he'd simply dodged the attack with one hand using minimal strength. The swords instantaneously crashing against each other with a satisfying ring of metals colliding.

Unfortunately, the weapon flew out of your hands as he'd dodged your strike, shamefully falling on the ground with a soft thud. Geralt snapped his eyes at the sword that fell from your hands before feeling his eyes turn to you, "Midget." he calmly scolded, having at least a massive amount of patience for you, "---Take it easy." you'd heard him advice. Baritone timbre soft but still rough which stirred that familiar warmth pooling just below your stomach; heart beat stumping upon your chest because of how you were worried it would obscenely pool in between your thighs. Just the thought of Geralt's presence kindled with the fire raging your insides.

You've never had felt any such strong desire for a man other than the witcher himself and it was beginning to grow frightening because of how you wanted him so bad; the kiss you had probably triggering something inside of you that didn't know it existed.

Maybe, it was probably horny hours like how you had them back in your apartment. The problem here was that you finally had a man to do it with, but you weren't sure if he also desired for you the same way as you do.

What if he only wanted you for companionship? Perhaps, he'll somehow find you boring like how your dates went back in earth when the time comes?

You didn't notice Geralt has grabbed onto the sword that flew right out of your hands, sauntering towards where you were and his presence lingering a little too close for those kindling flames aggravating that desire you had when his voice vibrated from behind.

"Also, try harder."

Despite of how enormously tall and brawny he was, the witcher leaned down to grab onto your hand, his rough fingers caressing yours that was sparking up the flames as it felt so gentle. He placed the handle of the sword onto your palm, delicately dragging the other to hold onto the base. Those calloused palms of his enclosing yours in a warm embrace as his warmth from behind seemed to turn more quenchless as time goes by, a sudden hunger flooding your system as your body turned putty with just a simple touch.

You've felt your throat run dry, stance turning standoffish when he'd loomed behind you. Heavily aware of his presence. Your voice cracking and stuttering as you mindlessly thought out loud, trying to wash the vulgar thoughts away, "I--I--I am! It's just that you've given me a real sword for practice!"

Geralt reiterated; utterly droning, "It's lighter than mine," with a simple raise of his brow as he stood behind you, his face inches close and you could feel his stare completely immense, making you look away from how flushed your face have been, "Even so! It can hurt anyone! Can't I learn witchcraft instead? I’ll be the potato version of Hermione Granger! It’s impossible that your world has no Voldemort! Expecto Patronum! Avada Kedavra!"

The preposition was hurriedly rejected with just Geralt's smile turning upside down; replaced with a scowl that coaxed you to turn your head to see him shaking his head with his face approximately close to yours; those amber eyes trying to melt your heart as he still had that vivid, affectionate dewdrop clustering in those peepers that provoked a satisfied sigh out of your ajar mouth.

His pitch suddenly turned austere; mouth tight-lipped as he quoted, "You will not use any ounce of sorcery from my world," you've seen the side of his lip turn into a smirk as he haughtily added, "---Alas, you are also too clumsy and impulsive for it,"

Geralt grudgingly moved his face an inch away; not before seeing a sight of him taking glimpses of your ajar lips as you awaited to be kissed by the witcher himself; howbeit, he chose to tease and ignored the accented feelings he had been trying to hide since the first day.

The latter surprisingly gave a chortle, his chuckle sounding heavenly amongst the birds chirping in the background, "How dare you?!"

He gave your hands consolatory pats as it was already surrounding the base of the sword. Geralt straightened his back, his thumbs casually giving the back of your hand a soft caress before taking heed of your silent squealing from his seraphic touches, "Hold the sword with your dominant hand, midget." before he took a step back away and muttering a mocking repartee, "---Maybe a Hirikka will be a better combatant than you,"

You've watched him waltzed back to where he was as he stood in front of you with a grin on his face, "I shouldn't have accepted your apology last night." you deadpanned with your eyebrows furrowed from how riled up and entirely flustered you were feeling early in the morning.

The witcher tipped his head with his smug grin, "You didn't. I just knew you would because you never get to have your nap without receiving cuddles and chill from me,"

You've feigned a gasp, unclasping your hold around the sword as you placed your palms around your hip, giving him a sassy posture of how you were appalling by the truth that he suddenly was giving; thoroughly surprised by his sudden pesky, frolic attitude he seemed to vibe. He was learning from your modern references and it shocked you even more.

"It was cold last night!"

"The night is also dark," He ridiculed and mocked what you've said to him last night while he was asking for forgiveness. His teeth slipped against the cardinal pillows of his lips, giving you a gorgeous toothy grin that made your breath hitch as if his aesthetics radiated off the sun light, "---You needed my warmth, midget."

A playful glare was sent to the witcher; intentionally keeping up with his mockeries as you gave a chuff and found his mischief rather entertaining because he rarely acts the way he is right now, "Are you a furnace? No. You aren't, Geralt of Rivia. Don't act like raking those fingers of yours through my hair doesn't help you sleep at night---"

"But, I'm your furnace amidst the benumbing night."

You couldn't help but giggle from his innocuous pick up line, utterly finding it amusing and endearing when you've understood it way differently despite of how ingenuous he wanted it to sound.

Their era and how they communicate was certainly giving you a good ol' laugh.

"Are you calling yourself hot?"

Geralt couldn't help but outstare; gawking from the dazzling laugh you've mindlessly given him. He was oblivious of his beguiling beams he has been making you see and the gaze that bewitched the morose of his spirit, puzzling how a mere person could take away the misery that has been haunting him since the moment his mother has left him alone to become a witcher in their world and a lot more great affliction he'd somehow experienced.

Presumably, your existence in their world had reasons.

Hence, the witcher knew it involved his happiness.

"Now, keep your stance firm," he snapped out of his daydream, gently tapping the tip of his sword on your thigh which erupted a squeak and a tiny whine from you, "---I can't always be with you when you are attacked by anyone who wants my family dead,"

You tilted your head to the side, cheekily wiggling your eyebrows as you grinned up at him like a Cheshire cat as he shook his head from your playfulness, "Did you just lowkey tell me that you treat me as family?"

"Would you want it to be that way then?"

Another failed attempt of giving a successful, strong blow has been swung towards the latter, easily stepping one foot back as he blocked the smite with one hand. Though, you hadn't let the sword fly out of your hands this time which Geralt considered as slight improvement for being taught in the first day.

"Hmm. Again." he'd given an entranced hum, giving a tight lipped smile as he affirmed and tried to wriggle out more strength from you because it was pretty much a reluctant strike as well.

You've straightened your back, keeping your feet loosely away from each other as you sighed an exasperated one. The sword falling on your side as you wanted a truce. Feckless of the pout you were giving to the witcher who was too persistent in giving your body an ache from the training. Geralt raised a brow, seeming to enjoy your whining and allegations from the moment he'd given you a sword.

"Stop puckering your lips like that. I'm not giving you a buss when you're acting like a chit,"

A buss. It sounded pretty much familiar as it was used in those romance books you've read back in earth. His straightforwardness tickling your spine in a delicious way that got you flustered for the tenth time this day. You know your eyebrows rose up till your hairline from how he was assuming things that were actually the truth, "Did that mean a kiss?! I--I wasn't asking for a kiss though!"

"Then, acting adorable won't let you get away from this."

You've groaned out loud; fighting yourself off from stomping your foot out in utter vexation from how he'd always seem to knew what you were thinking. Were you that obvious?

"I hate you,"

Geralt took a stroll towards you, thoroughly leaning down to your height with a cross of his prodigious arms; the sword still in his fist and watching how he'd closely stared into your eyes as he fought off a smile, "The hate is quite indistinct and difficult to tell after you've been kissed last night,"

Your heart wanted to burst from the embarrassment, feeling your face turning into flames. Just add a little bit of oil and people could probably fry anything they wanted to as they use your face as a pan.

Reprehension would have escaped your lips if a hand hasn't clutched onto the side of your neck, his hot breath assaulting your face before you've felt his lips on yours in a hot second; never giving you time to process everything as he broke the buss with a sweet, tinge sound that seemed more soundly in your ears rather than swords colliding in a battle.

His hand behind your nape left in haste, straightening his back and shoulders; acting like he hadn't done anything wrong nor he continued to act like he didn't even give you a small, plain peck to the lips that gave a startle and somehow positioned you into a blissful, heart exploding condition.

"You don't dislike me, midget." Geralt's expressions were indescribable. His features stoic for five seconds before seeing his lips turning into a gloaty smirk as he spun in his heels, leaving you dumbstruck from the surprise.

"G-GERALT! That's not fair!" you stood rooted on the ground, keeping your lips together as you smacked it out loud like you couldn't believe he'd given you another kiss to ruin your ovaries and focus.

He strolled along the meadow, his emotions flying elsewhere as he was entirely finding your reactions hilarious. Geralt walked the path back to where he stood before, turning around in face-front to see your face all red and giving him the stink-eye, "Nothing is ever fair. Now, use all your strength to hit me with your sword."

You tightly grabbed onto your sword with both hands, listening to how he'd told you it should be held and also thoroughly remembering the basics that he told you prior; keeping your stance better than the one you held a while ago, watching how his face lit up as yours turned serious and challenging, "Oh, I will! You're a cocky witcher today and it's annoying!"

Jaskier have fed Roach back in the stable, he walked back to the doorway to see Cirilla leaning her back on the stone walls, arms crossed with a smile that tells how amused she was as she watched how you were trying to strike a successful blow at the witcher who found your lack of knowledge utterly astonishing and endearing; regardless of how he has been fond of having lovers which were strongly independent and knew how to stay alive in a battle.

You were a paradox to his life. Utterly questionable as to why you have even arrived.

"He's not teaching her how to fight," Cirilla admitted towards the bard who subtly nodded beside her, also watching the quote training unquote that you had with the white wolf. Yet, both of them could see how his way of teaching seemed to be less harsh than how they've been taught. Totally aware of how he was also buoyant rather than serious and brooding.

It was like a different Geralt that loom before them as he tutted and shook his head to cease your reckless attempts of trying to hit him with the sword; grabbing onto your fingers to cease you as he explained with a relaxed face he'd given while all you could do was glare and huff back.

Jaskier gave a small smile, eyes narrowed from how the sunshine hits his face and mindlessly tapped the handle of the bucket with his index finger, "The witcher is flirting with the rat, probably want some bonking,"

The lion cub of Cintra gave him a once over, "Some what, bard?"

"Forget what I said,"

Cirilla brushed him off as she went on with her lurking, Something you said ignited a grin out of the witcher as he quietly listened to your rants and rambles about how annoying he have been, "Also, this is the first time I'd seen Geralt smiling like that again. I hope she doesn't leave. I'll do everything for her not to leave,"

The bard gave a nod of understanding. Deeply thinking as to why Cirilla would do everything in her willpower for you not to leave; hence, seeing the smile that Geralt has given you was a simple answer as to why you needed more protecting and a lot more time to stay. Would it be selfish of them when you probably had a family back in your world?

Thus, Jaskier's gaze lingered on you and saw how you giggled back at the witcher who has said something that made him scowl. The mere sight of you strumming along the rakish onslaught of his heart strings from the week that Geralt wasn't around bothered him but he chose the better of it and ignored.

"But, isn't it strange?---" he momentarily ceased, snapping his gaze away from you as Cirilla gave him a nasty lour for whatever thoughts he wanted to say out loud, "---That your step-mother would be pretty much smaller than you?"

The child loudly groaned in response, turning her back away from him as she pulled the doors to go in, "You are honestly the most irritating person in the continent,"

The day has been pretty much a blur. After being trained by the witcher no matter how many failed attempts you tried; his patience utterly high for you to even comprehend that he had a lofty tolerance for your inability to successfully strike a sword.

Your arms were somehow sore, considering the amount of attempts that Geralt has been repeatedly telling you to just hit him with all your might, yet being active in the battlefield will never be your forte. He tried giving you hope, downright telling you that it was normal and everyone improves sooner or later as long as your training had consistency.

You've been a bitchy-pants after the training. All catty and stopping yourself from sending a t-bird for the bard who received a snide remark and decided to send irritating teases that you were just being sexually frustrated.

Simply to say, Jaskier knew you were having your horny hours. That time of the day or that day of the week.

How'd he know? you had no idea. It was probably only his guesses as to why you were acting bitchy towards everyone except Kolby and Cirilla. You were being bitchy towards the men of the house especially at Geralt who has given you body soreness.

If only it was a different type of ache, you would probably not be bitchy.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you sat your back along the walls of the hallway, the only place where you've found peace because walking in the first floor even got you vexed because Jaskier seem to find your irritation amusing and had been running his mouth about how it was fine to just give in to your fantasies especially that the witcher probably had wanted it as well since the first day.

You were contemplating whether or not to turn on your cellphone; remembering how it was only at seventy-five percent. You've stared on your phone that rested on your hands, spinning it around as you were trying to fight off the kept fervor that has been insatiable and a bother when Geralt has given you one touch.

The feelings and emotions have been skyrocketing, it was already there even just from the start of your morning. However, after going home from the Djinn troubles, it started doubling and began to grow bestial like a monster wanted to come out of your chest from how you badly needed the witcher.

It just wasn't normal.

Geralt was entirely aware of your vexation. Though, he was meters apart from you and was actually outside to take care of Roach. Inside his chest, he felt an ounce of disturbance with the help of your irritations and frustrations; the sensations coming back again and the witcher still had no idea why.

He knew where you were and decided to find you. Finding a midget hunched in the middle of the hallways with her brows tightly furrowed, a worried pout on her face and blown cheeks as you fidgeted with your phone.

Geralt fought the urge of smirking and just sauntered to where you were, his heart beat beating in blissful thumps that got him wondering how it was even possible in just the sight of you.

You've felt his presence looming before your stooping form, a stink eye was given to the witcher who crouched in front of you, his burning gaze solely on you as he cocked his head to the side, observing your face and the state you were in with a smile growing on his face.

"You're annoyed." he artlessly admitted, never risking to leave your sight.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you felt the burning desire grow even further, turning away to help your poor little heart from feeling more bothered than it ever intended to, "How'd you know, Legolas?"

The nasally mention of that nickname you had for him got Geralt frowning. His forehead creased to the extent that he seemed to be thinking rather too deeply as to who this Legolas was and why were you even calling him that.

"---and now you're the one annoyed,"

Geralt kept his lips in a tight firm line. Amber peepers shining in dissatisfaction.

You brushed off his noncommittal reaction; already used to his lethargic norms as you complained about his infuriating friend, "It's Jaskier! He's annoying me since this morning!"

He just continued to give you a listless look, giving a displeased hum as he wholeheartedly let you rant to him.

Then, you added, "---Just his breathing irks me!" which only a hum was the only word you've received again, "Hmm."

You've irritatingly grunted, giving him a glout as you also kvetched, "Stop the humming! You're annoying me as well! You've been annoying me too since this morning!"

Your cavils has stirred a defeated sigh from the latter. His sudden actions obviously had reasons as to why you were abruptly being trained with a weapon. If only he hadn't brought you with them in the marketplace and haven't run into Tybalt then gallants weren't supposed to be searching for you by fair means or foul.

"What did I do this time?" he lowly grumbled, utterly dead beat. A faint, crooked smile raising those lips of his. You've held onto your phone a little more tighter, feeble arms crossed in front of your chest as he simply gave you his attention that you somehow yearn a lot, "You and Jaskier can stay in one room together while I sleep in yours! Men are so annoying! Always have been!"

Geralt's features appeared to be of someone who was suddenly bothered at the understanding of your statement, his listening comprehension twisting whatever it is that you've said as he skeptically appalled, "You have been with other men?"

Your face twisted in a tight cringe, bewildered by his presumptions that sounded like he was telling that you had a lot of men back in the days or basically his words were telling you that he couldn't believe that you actually had a man before. You've given him at least ten seconds of you just giving him a displeased flicker of your eyes before the white haired witcher proceeded with his remarks.

"Also, are you threatening me in my own home? You're kicking me out of my own chambers?"

An innocent nod was given to Geralt. The witcher simply gave an enervated blink, hearing a serious growl buzzed out of his chest; scrutinizing for whatever your eyes held out to him. The intensified gaze of his peepers searing that says he needed your sincere answers.

"This...Legolas you have been calling me," pause. "--- Do I remind you of your previous lover?"

You waited for more additional questions or perhaps a moment where he could tell you that he was just joking around. However, the intimidating, gargantuan monster-slayer who was crouched before you; never said that he was just giving out any jocularity of his previous light-hearted demeanor as he was all brooding again.

He fervently stared you down, making you shift on the floor as you looked up into his eyes; mirth surrounding the windows to your soul when he didn't budge after you've given him an guileless beam, "Yeah. Pfft. Earth also has their own witcher slash elves---What? Oh my God, this is funny."

Geralt is all wordless and silent; awaiting for whatever explanations you could give him and you couldn't help but ask in a skeptical manner; bizarrely gasping for his seriousness.

"Wait, you're actually---stop giving me a scowl! I never had...one? He's a Lord of the Rings character and I swear to God, he is fictional---Not real! Though, he looks like you because the hair and such---but---" you've jumped from one thought to another, feeling the scrutiny under his gaze and obviously nervous that he appeared to look like he would grab his sword and look for the man to behead him. Though, it will never happen due that Legolas was entirely fictitious to even start.

You ceased yourself from trying to explain the background story of Legolas for Geralt. Your nerves getting the best of you whenever you were being interrogated. An exhale of breath escaped your lips as you took a good look at the grimacing witcher before witlessly reaching onto his face with your palms on either side of his chiseled face as you gave him your best doe-eyes, sweetly trying not to coo at how his brooding demeanor actually makes him look fetching nevertheless.

"Stop being mad at me," you buttered his silence up with a tender tone of yours and the way he scrunched his nose and appeared to be looking bizarre tells you that your sweet-talking was cringe-worthy because of how you probably never knew how to simmer a man's troubled day.

Or he was just not used to gentleness.

You've retracted your hands away from Geralt's face and tried your best in avoiding those questioning and bemused eyes of his as you abruptly stood on your feet, shamefully rubbing your nape as you had yourself wincing from the second hand embarrassment of treating Geralt like he was some soft baby, reminding yourself to never do it again, "I am embarrassing myself,"

At the time you've stood up, Geralt also has been on one's feet. He didn't mean to look at you weirdly as you've cupped his face with that tender gaze inside your eyes. When the moment your delicate fingers brushed his, he felt as if he was in utopia. The man wasn't just used to intimate touches especially your caresses that felt like Gossamer.

Geralt just wasn't used to people treating him like he was actually human instead of someone who deserved to be treated differently.

Only Renfri, Yennefer and you had this effect on him. Though, with yours seemed to be much stronger.

Your panicking state urged you to flee from his presence, but the witcher wasn't going to let you go that easily as he'd caught your wrist; gently pulling you as your back hit the wall. Both hands and fingers scooping your neck like a baby chicken he'd caught and decided to take care of as his his warm touch skimmed till his thumbs brushed against your jaw, carefully urging you to peer up into those amiable gazes he successfully tries to give.

"I'm not mad." he dearly reassured, his small smile bringing your heart into euphoria because he was much more beautiful this way; smiling as if the world hasn't condemned him with an ill-fate of being a witcher.

Your beams were difficult to fight off; immediately giving him a smile as he also did as well. Chiefly, only giving you the sight of his crinkled eyes. His thumbs tenderly caressing your jaw which coaxed you to calm down from being fidgety which was totally a good medicine because your nervous jitters actually ceased with just his gentle touches.

You've grabbed onto his hand, memorizing his soft features as it was ever been a rare sight. Never believing he was acting the way he right now towards you. Your fingers brushing against his hands like a feather tickling the witcher's sanity.

Before another utter cockblocker slash disturbance came trudging up the staircase and somehow found you both in an heartfelt position; with Geralt cradling your face like no other.

"Oh! Ughm, this is a rare sight." Jaskier ceased his steps, midway through the hall, the bard's growing grin seeming to give you jitters as his ridicule began, "---and the small rat has been sexually frustrated, Geralt!"

You just wanted to strangle him sometimes.

"Cot damn it, Jaskier! SHUT UP!" you exclaimed, totally flustered as Geralt dropped his hands to the side; looking between you and Jaskier in ponder; those eyes of his full of curiosity, "You're...?"

"I AM NOT FEELING SMUTTY!"

If only you could dig and cover yourself up from the embarrassment, you would.

"---Smutty."

"You get my point, Geralt! I know you do!"

Geralt had his forehead in a tight wrinkle, thoroughly thinking what you meant; though, he understood none because the word seem to be peculiar, "Midget."

Jaskier exhaled an exasperated breath, dramatically rolling his eyes as he waved you both off and curved right pass between the both of you, entering his chambers to grab onto some clothes because he wanted to bathe.

The bard pointed a finger as he walked off, his hips swaying as he does so and never looking back, "She needs some nightly penetrating! You're welcome, witcher!"

Geralt watched Jaskier leave, an amused pucker of his lips was the answer to your questions that he certainly understood everything now and cocked his head to the side, peering you down as he awaited for an explanation. Yet, all he saw was you covering your blushing face with a guilty, forced smile as you washed your face in frustration to give him your regretful eyes.

"Don't listen to him," you quoted and begged for him to just take the bait.

Nevertheless, you've seen him raise a hand; about to start talking about being one horny woman for him when you've stopped him midway and tried to shift the topic away, "Anyways, I forgive you, Geralt. Now, can I braid your hair?"

The witcher closed his ajar mouth, humming in wonder as he dropped his hand to the side; narrowing his gaze at you, "I wasn't asking for any of your forgiveness."

You've blinked back at him, jutting your lips together as you looked away, tone teasing and slightly threatening, "You sure that's your final answer? No regrets?"

Geralt roughly puffed out a breath, muttering profanities beneath his chest, "Fuck." and another grunt because he'd remember how he still wasn't forgiven by yelling at you for last night, "---Fine. Do I have a choice?"

Your smile turned into a knavish grin, wanting him to regret why he even agreed to whatever plans you have for him as you bluntly answered.

"No."

The one you had in mind, planning for a simple diversion for Geralt to erase the horrid truth that Jaskier has told out loud for him to hear was actually another rabbit hole that had caught your feet, catching you going far down the pit like you have been scammed. Clearly, because Geralt's unwitting deep groans and hums has made you hot and bothered every time you've tried combing his hair along his snowy locks.

You were wincing every time he has his nose flaring whenever your fingers thread along his hair, the knots giving his head a rough yank from how you were trying to untangle those knots.

Geralt sat on the floor; his arms on either side of the bed. With you who sat on the bed and your legs criss-cross behind his impressive, thewy back; tempted to just give him a big hug because he seemed so comforting but chose not to based on how grouchy he became once you've combed his hair with your fingers.

You didn't even know if he was irritated or somehow liking the whole situation because he was deeply growling, groaning and eventually having to hear a slip of guttural, restrained whimpers that caught your ears. Enlivening that cravings and curiosity you had for some human touch.

"Midget..." he grumbled another complain and lowly warned, hearing the baritone growl he'd ought for you to hear which made you ignore his protests as you had your own protestations as well, "Stop complaining. Also, don't you own a comb? Your hair---It's---Oh! I'm sorry! Can you please stop growling and moaning at the same time!"

His head was minimally pulled back because of your reckless combing. Your nose scrunched even more as you'd received another menacing hum that tells he was close to hitting your face with a pillow because of how rough you were taking care of his hair. It's not that you weren't rough, but the locks in his hair was frustrating you to the highest.

"Hmm."

You subtly leaned down, sneaking your head to the side of his face to see his expressions void of emotions. The typical Geralt whom you've met as he felt your presence nearer, he'd turned his head to give you a lackadaisical look in his eyes that tells that you were stressing him out.

Your eyes twinkled apologetically as you had no problem in receiving a glare from the fussed out witcher. "Well, that sounds like a displeased hum," you stated as a matter of fact, shrugging your shoulders before straightening your spine and grabbing onto his Ivory roots again, "---and a different kind as well,"

He sighed in defeated, letting you handle his hair in spite as he simply closed his eyes. There was no more backing out as he was now sat in front of you, hair all untied as you've threatened to cut his hair with a scissor you've managed to have that was sat beside you.

"Bad kitty! You're liking this, aren't you? You like your hair being pulled!"

No answer was received and you left it at that. Thinking that maybe he wanted silence as you went on with brushing his hair with your fingers. Now, all gentle as the tangles were already free from the knots. It was certainly improvement; in Geralt's side because he stopped complaining after you scolded him so and quietly waited for you to finish; showing like he trusted you with his hair or whatever.

With a gentle tuck of his hair behind his ears, the witcher was all putty on your hands. Hearing a low rumble that resonated off him in pleasure and satisfaction because of how your touch was sending torment to the cravings he had for you.

Hence, his patience and respect he had for not throwing you over the bed and just relishing in with those insatiable desires he had for you needed and deserved an applause because of his high-capacity to resist the mania.

His appetite was surely in a famished mayhem as he breathed in slow and deep, your gentle touches that raked through his roots and his cravings growing more and more uncontrollable with each passing day and night.

Maybe, the scar you had on your chest had effects. Lewd effects for the both of you.

After minutes of comfortable---well, aching moments for Geralt; you've heard him mutter through gritted teeth in the midst of his slow breathing, "I'm not a cat."

You were already at the ends of his Ivory hair, simply braiding them in perfection as you objected, "But, you are! My grumpy kitty!"

There was no response again and you focused on braiding his marvelous hair and let the silence flow. You were actually just hearing him breath as it also calmed your nerves; a bewildering occurrence on how one's breathing could simply put you in peace.

You've grabbed onto his black ponytail which seemed to be owned by Cirilla and tightly tied onto the ends. Small hairs that seemed to not be possible in tying them down were imperfectly out of its nest; though, the ruggish effect it gave was actually making it look perfect for him.

"There! Done!" you mirthfully exclaimed, giving out a tiny tee-hee before you recklessly surrounded your arms around his musclebound shoulders. The irresistible urges just telling you to cease from being shy even just for today and be more of your unshackled self; stepping out of your timid borders every once in a while. It surprised the witcher with your touchy-feely attitude as his body went stiff when you've embraced him from behind, "See? I told you! You'll still look beautiful with your hair braided! Now, payment time, mister!"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, clicking his tongue as he tried to find any words to say from your hasty, sweet gestures while he was not one who is used to receiving such care. Geralt had no words to say, his mind going in a haywire as he suddenly saw your palms in front of his face, begging like a peasant with your face nuzzled to his side as he weirdly stared at your palm.

"You want coins?" he skeptically questioned, your warmth and scent crashing his ability to think straight. You've dropped your arm around his shoulders, your actions seeming to surprise you as well but you paid no heed and just wanted him closer; his warmth insatiable as you hugged Geralt tighter. Your warm touches giving his body to adjust and be used to it as you felt him slowly relaxing against your hold.

You peeked from the side of his face, giving him a twinkle of those vindicated eyes as he languidly turned his head to see you giving such a naive look that he couldn't help but be fond of everyday. If it would take his hair to be braided for you to sweetly look at him like how you do right now; he would take the risk on letting his hair get yanked, "I don't know. Whatever payment you have in mind---I would love it,"

Faces were inches apart. You've seen the way his eyes glow in sudden mischief. His risquè suggestion making your heart warm in a way that got your ravenousness fueled as your face felt the blush and sudden excitement, "The one I have in mind is quite unseemly for your chastity,"

You gave a giggle, always loving how he'd intensely stare into your eyes like you've given light to his darkness; that type of glow inside his eyes that got your insides churning whenever he does, "Aren't you playful and naughty today, Geralt?!"

Geralt gave a tight-lipped smile; knowing you wouldn't accept his ravenous suggestion because of particular things he knew about. The witcher knew he wasn't wrong, he can never be wrong by what he was sensing.

However, a rare smirk was promptly shown, the ingenuous flicker inside your eyes changing in just a snap of one's fingers as it turned suggestive and playful, "What if I actually want that?"

It was what your heart wants and what those voices inside your head has been whispering. The mere idea of Geralt defiling your chastity that you have been treasuring because no other men deserved was utterly thrilling and worth it.

Not because of the thought that he was striking, but he was the only man you've wholeheartedly trusted and probably have given your heart like he was a king no matter how unsure of what you were in his life.

Closer and closer, you went in for the kill. Just his golden peepers alone was enough to pull you into a hypnotizing trance as you closed the space between you both, landing your lips to his in a soft, birdsweet peck that got you insides melting and the desire rapidly coming back in scorching flames, "I thought you wanted to indulge my curiosity all night long?"

Your words were temptingly drawled slower as your warm breath hit those ajar lips of his, an impenetrable haze in his eyes that suddenly brought uncertainty to what Geralt actually meant the last time you had the bathroom moment, your sudden confidence kind of wavering but still you've wanted to see how he was fond of you the way you also had your affections for him, "When I told you I was curious, it’s true, Geralt."

You've brushed your lips together and felt the witcher sigh before you had given one last honeyed kiss to his lips in which Geralt had puckered back, raising your hopes that he was solicitous about you.

'More,' his consciousness and emotions echoed, kissing you back with the same tenderness you held for him. He seemed like he was about to deepen the kiss; breathing through his luscious lips before you've felt the pillowy vermillion brush against yours as he abruptly ceased, hearing him lowly growl as he kept the tip of his nose, touching yours in an eskimo kiss before slowly pulling away to your disappointment.

The hesitation of wanting to deepen the kiss shot a sting to your heart; your overthinking self reading his actions that you've misunderstood his feelings that it was downright doting because you were head over heels for him after quite sometime.

But, hearing his next words immediately brought a weight down your chest, feeling the ineptness, dismay and shame for even suggesting lechorous behaviors that made you feel shameful because you think that it was rejected; thinking he rejected you.

He bedded tons of women. So, what makes you different?

You probably just weren't worth it.

"You don't mean that," Geralt lowly grumbled, his robust shoulders moving from how deeply he was breathing; ceasing himself from doing anything more further as the witcher continued to dispassionately utter, "---I don't deserve it,"

You hardly ignored the shame trying to strangle you into feeling such tightness around your throat as you unlatched your arms around his shoulders, skeptically eyeing the witcher who avoided your eyes, "What do you mean you don't deserve it, Geralt? You do,"

Were you desperate? Was the irresistible sensations making you act this way? Maybe. Howbeit, you would never regret every little thing you do for Geralt because it was what your heart has been telling you to do and not just your impulsive decisions.

Yet, the more he'd talk; it felt like as if the only thing you would regret was asking him what he meant.

Geralt heavily swallowed, jaw tightening as he apathetically muttered, "I'm guessing it's the Djinn's work that is talking,"

His response to your question ignited such ferocity inside your heart, shooting straight to your mouth as you couldn't believe what you were hearing. Did you misunderstood everything he has said when you were important to him? Deeply thinking that him and you were actually in the same page when his gestures and words right now seem to be the opposite?

"Are you saying that what I feel about you isn't true?" you questioned in disbelief. The scoff automatically being done as you've seen the tight scowl that Geralt has managed to put up again, "---That it's all...magic? The thing happening between us?"

You've tightly bit the insides of your cheeks, watching him stay silent and cease from opening up to you as he went on in avoiding your gaze and looking like he was the one who'd been rejected when it was you.

Thus, a continuation of your vulnerability went on despite of his stillness, your honesty probably will rue once it was said and done, "---before the Djinn even happened, you've been clouding my mind since then," a breathless pause. "---Since the first day I've been here, it felt like I was bound to fall for you, Probably, because the reason why I'm here is because...you are also here,"

Your candor has gotten the best of you and when Geralt was about to open his mouth for whatever that he wanted to say, your anxiety has managed to take over as you stood up from the bed in haste, feeling your palms tickle in humility from how everything that has been planned went down the hill because you misunderstood everything.

"Midget---"

You tightly swallowed the tightness stuck in your throat, finally feeling his gaze on you but you chose to look away; eyes now downcast as your toes fidgeted inside your boots, voice cracking when the apprehension was starting to take a toll as it was harshly plucking with your heart strings, "It's fine. We're just probably not on the same page yet and I understand why. Who would want me even?"

Geralt has been ruffled by your sudden assumptions, yet he chose to stay silent and be upset by whatever lies he'd been hearing; only having the actions to grit his teeth together as you restlessly tried your best to steer clear of your own dismayed feelings.

You shuffled on your feet, briskly walking towards the door before giving him a faltering gaze of yours as you awkwardly pointed at his perfectly braided hair while you stammered and tried to get a hold of yourself from the mortifying, stinging shame, "It's probably just...the genie effects doing these effects on me---I'll go apologize to Jaskier or something---Don't take that off, okay?!"

Hence, Geralt could only watch you leave as it was obvious that he'd upset you by his complicated behavior. Thus, leaving his heart stinging as well; feeling the same way as you.

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Knights of the Night (ch 17)

Chapter 17

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 3,171

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak @fallenstar-7

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing…

(I am sorry this is late in the day. Enjoy🙂)

(also, give this a listen: “To my Hope” (Spotify))

The dance studio was empty, as expected this time of day. Hoseok stepped inside and set his boombox down at the back of the room. The cassette tape he pulled out of his coat pocket had a strip of tape on the front, the words “To my Hope” written on it in marker. In his other pocket was a cassette with “To my Sunshine” written on it, which he zipped closed. Hoseok smiled and loaded the tape into the deck, pressing play before standing up. “Friday I’m In Love” by The Cure filled the studio. He warmed up in front of the mirror, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his neck. He quickly stretched his legs and ankles, then started dancing. He let the music move him, popping and gliding across the floor. “P.Y.T.” by Michael Jackson came on next.

This one was much more suited to Hoseok’s style. He smiled as his freestyle adjusted to the more upbeat funk. She was supposed to get out of class any minute, but there was no harm in warming up before she arrived.

Hoseok tried to jump into a flip he saw once in a music video, but rolled out of it. He tried again. He knew he could do it. With his next jump, he nailed the flip, landing with a giddy cheer.

“Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe came on next. Hoseok nailed the flip a few more times, letting his experimental dance flow into “Let the Beat Hit ‘Em” by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam.

The studio door opened and Hoseok stopped dancing. With a glance at the door, he let a smile take over his face. She was wearing a short floral dress, a black choker, and his oversized flannel shirt. Her strawberry blonde locks looked windswept and tangled. She smiled back at him when she heard what was playing.

“You’re late,” said Hoseok.

“Class let out late,” she said. “I see you found your gift.”

Hoseok smiled even wider, his cheeks hurting. “Yeah, and what a coincidence, because I just so happen to have something for you too.”

He pulled the other tape out of his pocket and handed it to her. She bit her lip as she looked down at it.

“I’m listening to it before I go to bed tonight,” she said.

“And you’ll call me after?” he asked.

“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Because tomorrow is Friday, and I know you don’t work, and I don’t work, so I was thinking I could just show what I think of it then.”

Hoseok pulled her close by the waist and said, “I can’t wait.”

“Well, are we gonna dance or what?” she asked.

“Doo Wap” by Ms. Lauryn Hill was playing now, so they mostly just jammed to the beat. This was how he met Sunny. They were both regulars in the empty studio, loving the space for freestyle sessions. This thing they had going on only just started over the summer.

They danced and showed off new moves for another hour until they were sweaty and tired. They laid side by side on the floor, listening to “Waterfalls” by TLC. The song ended with a click, and the studio was only filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.

“I know a lot of those songs aren’t the best to dance to but-“ Sunny began.

“No, it’s perfect,” Hoseok said. “I love everything on here.”

She smiled and stood up. Hoseok took the hand that was offered to him and stood up as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“I heard you made her a mixtape and everything,” Drew said. Hoseok took a seat at their picnic table and opened his notebook. It was still sunny and warm in L.A., despite being well into autumn.

“Well, she made one for me first,” he said.

“Dude, she’s totally into you,” Drew said, leaning forward. “When are you gonna ask her be your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think…I mean,” Hoseok struggled.

“Oh, come on,” said Drew.

“I just don’t want to rush things,” said Hoseok.

“I don’t understand what you- oh hey Sunny!” Drew said, waving to someone behind Hoseok.

Hoseok turned around to see Sunny approaching, three McDonalds bags in her hands. Hoseok’s stomach growled at the sight. He hadn’t eaten for a day or so and it was really getting to him. She dropped herself into the seat next to Hoseok and set the bags onto the table.

“I brought sustenance,” she said.

“Oh! Thank you, Sunny!” Hoseok exclaimed as they all dug in. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, you’re the best Sunny!” Drew said. “You’re just sooo amazing and so sexy!”

She kicked him under the table, making him yelp. Hoseok almost fell off the seat laughing.

“So, I was thinking we could all go out tonight,” Sunny said with a mouthful of fries.

“Go out as in…” Drew said.

“There’s a new club downtown,” she said. “What do you say boys?”

“Yes! I miss going out to dance!” said Hoseok. “I’ve been needing a break.”

“A club is a break?” Drew asked.

“Yes, Andrew,” Sunny snarked. “It’s fun to let loose once in a while.”

“You damn extroverts,” Drew said with a wave of a hand. “But yeah, I’ll go.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The music was so loud that Hoseok could feel the beat in his chest; just how he liked it. Drew had settled at the bar, unmoving. After a few shots, Hoseok followed Sunny to the dance floor, which was packed with the bouncing crowd. They pushed their way into the mix, pressing close and letting the music move them. Sunny was in a short tube top under his flannel, her pants hanging low on her hips. She knew she looked good, she moved like she knew. Hoseok looked good too, he was wearing his leather pants tonight, which he knew Sunny was a fan of. She turned around and pressed her back to him, he put his hands on her hips and swayed with her.

They danced until they were sweaty, then joined Drew at the bar to drink some more.

“I wanna go home!” Drew shouted over the music.

“We just got here!” Hoseok said.

“Come dance with us!” Sunny said. Drew shook his head and held up his drink with a grin on his face.

Hoseok felt a hand on his back. He turned around to see a beautiful woman with big hair and dark skin. Her full lips pulled into a smile as she sidled closer.

“Dance with me?” she asked.

Sunny nudged him and grinned. He let the woman lead him out onto the dance floor. Once they were closer and under the flashing lights of the dance floor, Hoseok noticed that her eyes were red. “Contacts?” he asked. She nodded. “That’s so cool!”

“Come with me!” she said, pulling on his hand. She led him off the dancefloor and into a backroom through a bead curtain. It was a little lounge, a pink sectional couch around the walls and matching chairs. A man and two women sat on the couch, greeting the pair as they came in.

“Have a seat,” the man said, an easygoing smile on his face. He and the two women sitting with him continued their conversation.

Hoseok sat down and the woman he danced with took a seat beside him. She grabbed his face and planted a deep kiss onto his lips. He made a sound of surprise and pushed her off.

“I’m not…I’m really not looking for anyone tonight,” he said.

“Oooh that cute girl out there?” she asked. “The one you were dancing with before?”

Hoseok’s drunk brain caught up with him and he wondered if she was watching him for a while. He nodded.

“Do you guys come here often?” she asked.

“Isn’t this place new?” he asked.

“New management,” she said. “Same place though. I’d like to see you again.”

“I should probably get back to my friends,” he said.

“Sure. I’ll see you around,” she said, watching him leave the lounge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok walked back to the dorms from work, headphones on, mixtape in his Walkman. “Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners filled his head as he danced across the sidewalk. He actually got tipped today so he stopped by the little bodega just outside campus to pick up a few cups of ramen. By the time he made it back to his dorm, “Loser” by Beck was just finishing its last notes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Monday, after classes, Hoseok went to the studio. Summer was already there.

“Hobi! Check it out,” she said. She turned the music up on the boombox and performed the flip he had taught her last week, perfectly.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, giving her an applause. “That was perfect! Were you working on that before I got here?”

“Yeah, I just got it like, a few minutes before you came in,” she said.

Hoseok took off his coat and joined her on the dancefloor. He felt exhausted two songs in, which was bad. He knew it was because he wasn’t eating enough.

He pushed through it anyway until he felt lightheaded.

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The club was just as packed as it was last time. Sunny pulled him onto the dancefloor. The crowd pushed them together as they swayed to the beat. Drew wasn’t there with them this time. A few drinks in and they were back on the dance floor. Sunny pulled him down for a kiss and Hoseok’s heart beat louder than the music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You’re way too skinny,” said Sunny. She was in his dorm, hands up his shirt as he was trying to do his homework.

“Well, you’re too handsy,” he said. The words on the page he was reading were blurring together. He didn’t feel good today and all of his concentration was being stolen.

“Oh please,” she said. “You love it.”

“Well, yes. Usually,” he said. “But I’m trying to do my homework.”

“What are you working on?” she asked, peeking over his shoulder.

“English,” he said.

“Ew,” she said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lounge at the back of the bar was stifling. Usually, the loud music and dancing was calming, but today, Hoseok felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. Everything was too much. The woman from last time, Jamie as he learned, was sitting across from him.

“So, if what you’re saying is true, why are you here?” she said.

Hoseok bit back a grimace as he let out a sigh. “I…I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” she said. “That must have been painful.”

He didn’t say anything. The image wouldn’t stop popping up in his mind. He had never even seen that guy before. How long was Sunny seeing him? Hoseok thought…

Well, he’s not sure what he thought. He’s not sure if this year with her meant anything. He’s not sure if anything she did with him over this year meant anything. If anything she’s said meant anything. If he meant anything to her.

What was he doing here? He supposed he wanted to let off some steam but he ended up just spending all his money at the bar. Looks like he won’t be eating until his next paycheck. Again. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t be able to dance like this.

“Do you want me to buy you a drink?” Jamie asked.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “I should probably stop drinking anyway.”

“I’ll get you a water then,” she said.

~~~~~~~~~~

His head felt like was going to split open and his stomach felt like it was eating itself. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even open his eyes. The ground was cold and hard, but he couldn’t remember where he was the night before.

Eventually, he could move his arms, but if he moved them too much, a wave of nausea washed over him. Panic hit him when he opened his eyes. The room was cement. It was dark but Hoseok could hear water dripping somewhere behind him.

It took him a long time before he was able to move properly and sit up. There was a mat on the floor beside him and a bucket beside that. He lunged for the bucket just in time. Barely anything came out though, he ended up dry heaving for several minutes.

Hoseok felt weak, his limbs were heavy and shaking, but he forced himself to drag his body to the wall where he sat with the bucket between his legs. There were pipes running along one wall, one of them dripping into a small puddle below. Next to the pipes was a heavy looking metal door. Besides that, the room was bare.

He tried to control his breathing before he passed out again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You need to eat,” the woman said to him. She was pretty, with blonde hair and red lips, but her eyes were red and mean.

“I can’t,” said Hoseok.

“You need to,” she said. “We will force feed you if we have to, but I really don’t want to. You don’t want me to either.”

“I think I’m sick,” he said.

“Then we’ll get you medicine. You need to eat. You’re too underweight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Just hook him up,” the large man said. “We’ll take a little bit at a time for now-“

“It’ll kill him,” the blonde woman said.

It’s been days. Hoseok didn’t know what they were talking about, but he was too weak to protest anything.

“Why isn’t he eating?” the man asked.

“I think he had a bad reaction to the drugs,” the woman said. The man sighed.

“Fine, at least get him to eat something for now, we can wait for the drugs to get out of his system,” he said.

They both left again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok supposed he was finally at a healthy weight, since he was now hooked up to the IV a few times a week. Or at least it felt like that. Hoseok wasn’t sure what day it was, or what time it was in any given moment. He did know that every time they took his blood, he felt weaker and it took longer to recover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a while, all thoughts of escape flew out the nonexistent window. He was just too tired. All the time. Some days, he could barely move. Those days became more and more frequent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes, people would come in and drink from his blood bags. Sometimes they would discuss prices. Hoseok didn’t like when they talked about prices, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.

Everyone who came in always had red eyes. He wasn’t sure if that was a figment of his imagination or not, but it was terrifying.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Then one day, he got out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Someone fucking catch him already!”

The screaming outside his door made him open his eyes. There seemed to be a lot going on out there; loud crashes and bangs, lots of screaming. His door flew open and a man with crazed, bright red eyes stumbled in. He scurried over to Hoseok and frantically bit into his neck. Hoseok used what little energy he had to try to push the man off, but it was no use. He couldn’t feel his body anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If he finds out about this, he’s going to be pissed.”

“Well, he won’t find out. We’ll replace them.”

“Five? We’ll replace five people in two weeks?”

“We have to. He’ll kill us if we don’t.”

Hoseok’s body was on fire. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in the bed of a moving van, four other bodies laying around him. Some were twitching, some were writhing, one wasn’t moving at all. Hoseok couldn’t move. The pain was too much. It felt like his veins were on fire and his face was being stretched.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When he woke up again, he was still in pain but no longer in the van. He was in the woods, the four other people from the van lying around him. It took a while, but they all eventually regained their movement around the same time.

Two of them ran off immediately. The third wandered off in a daze hours later. Hoseok stayed, wondering what the pain was in the back of his throat and in his stomach. He wanted to run and find help, now that he was out, but he didn’t know where he was, how deep in the woods he was. It was cold, colder than it usually got in L.A.. There was even some snow on the ground.

He was still disoriented. One person was still there with him. She was crying.

Once the nausea passed and his head stopped spinning, the thirst doubled and his hands started shaking. He was getting frantic, but he didn’t know how to stop it.

Standing up, he took a look around and picked a direction.

“Wait, where are you going?” the crying woman asked.

“I don’t know,” Hoseok said. His voice was rough, foreign to his ears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He wandered for what felt like forever.

The little town he ended up in only made things worse. Everyone smelled way too good. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what it was he was craving, and it was getting harder and harder to resist. There were people everywhere, even in the alleys Hoseok mostly clung to.

He needed to drink soon. He was getting sicker and sicker and it was getting harder and harder to control himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first person he drank from, he ended up killing. She was homeless, living in the same alley he stayed in.

He was sick about it for weeks, but there wasn’t anything to throw up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Hoseok found the hospital, he thought himself a genius. That is, until he had to actually sneak in. There were always people walking around. The hospital never slept, but between two to four am, it was as quiet as it could be.

Sneaking in was difficult, but it wasn’t something he would have been able to do before. He was stronger and faster than he remembered, and more graceful as a result. Some days, when he wasn’t having constant flashbacks of his cement cell, he felt like he was in a spy movie.

Taking blood from a blood bank was not ideal, but it was saintly compared to hurting people on the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He missed his mom and sister.

He missed school.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A janitor caught him and called the police. He ran away before the police showed up but he was still hungry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Taehyung found him behind the hospital in the next town over, Hoseok thought he was an angel. He was so unearthly beautiful, so kind and gentle. His red eyes were startling, but he offered a place to stay, and a reliable food source of food.

During the car ride to the mansion, Taehyung turned the radio on. “Waterfalls” by TLC was playing.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3nm0tRz73YzcTPl8plRsbS?si=37672afb915348b8

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hanniejji · 4 years

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TODOROKI WITH A BADASS S/O

→ [ todoroki shouto x y/n ]

@abigator554 : "Could u do a totoroki x punk fem reader where she really just gives no fucks and calls out endeavor when he basically forces them to have dinner with him to judge if she is good enough for shoto and shoto just is like “wow. My gf is a badass” and just falls more in love"

— it's talk shit about enji time lmao im just kidding ily pops btw i kind of turned it into a hc because i thought it'd be easier like that lmao | m.list

words: 769

warnings: enji being a jerk, curse words, but floof neways

before you and todoroki got together, you were labeled as "bakugou #2"

without the consistent screaming ofc

you weren't one of those soft cute cinnamon babies that you'll fall in love with at first sight and would want to protect

u do the proteccting oof

you have a sass as big as todoroki's heart for you lmao

he fell for u the moment you spoke to him without a filter and put him in his place

"listen to me, elsa with a dash of zuko, i don't care if you're the son of the number two hero, if you want to be a hero then you better fix that attitude of yours"

punkiness aside, you're just a sweet girl with tough love and just want to care for everyone

the moment enji found out that his son's dating was from social media

apparently someone saw the two of you on a date outside and took pictures

immediately calls shouto

"SHOUTO"

"what"

"BRING THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR TO DINNER"

"no"

but shouto didn't have a choice either when fuyumi also enthusiastically asked to meet you

he just wished his dad wasn't there thought

so with no more options left, the two of you went to his home

you'd expect y/n to be nervous about meeting his family, right? wrong.

shouto's the nervous one while you're chill, a lil giddy and excited but nothing extreme

you so the comforting

"shou, it'll be fine, you already told me fuyumi and natsuo are nice"

"I wish I can say the same for my father"

luckily, it was his brother who greeted the two of you

you both hit it off too well

natsuo loves you already

then fuyumi greeted you in the kitchen, where she's preparing dinner

she fell for you i would too

the two older siblings are so glad shouto found someone amazing such as yourself

bc of that, shouto's a little relaxed

but then enji came in

natsuo was became silent, fuyumi was still trying to alleviate the tension while the flame hero stare you up and down

have i mentioned you're wearing a denim short, tank top, with a lil oversized jacket?

he was not impressed

shouto tensed up again

the whole dinner you and fuyumi are conversing with natsuo chiming in

meanwhile shouto watches his dad stare at you statistically

he sometimes ask you family and quirk things that made everyone but you a little uncomfy

"you're not good enough for my son"

he says after the dinner and shouto's about to walk you home

he's also about to flip a table at his dad but you beat him to it

"oh, well, thank you for your unwanted opinion but I'll let shouto be the judge of that"

OOPS

all of the todoroki's are shookt

like 👀👀 shookt

"excuse me?"

"my apologies, but it seems that you misunderstood things. im not here to try to impress you or to satisfy you, you're not the boyfriend here, I just wanted to get close to shouto's family but not necessarily you, I guess"

if natsuo didn't love you before, he certainly does now

shouto, altho he's kind of worried, was awed by how confident and brave you were to say that to his dad

he might of teared up a lil :')

in his head, he's so proud of you and so glad that you weren't scared of his dad and was like

"holy shit. i love you and im so glad you're mine please always be mine"

and he has this cute surprised smile at you with heart fucking eyes

enji was too flabbergasted to speak so shouto took this chance to drag you out of the house while you sing your farewell and a promise to meet again to his siblings

all the way out of his house he can't wipe that smol. cute. precious. smile.

ur a lil worried bc he's being quiet ain't he always tho

a few blocks away and he abruptly stops to face you

crushes you in a hug and buries his face on your neck hnGHnHG

your the shookt one now

"shouto?"

"thank you"

he's not so sure about what he's thanking you for but maybe it's how you weren't letting his father's words into your head

you weren't scared of enji and that made him fall more and he doesn't have to worry about that anymore

maybe it's because you cared for him more than his father's approval

whatever that is, he's thankful and he's never letting you go

even if your punk side gets overbearing, don't worry, he gotchu ;)

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naptoons · 5 years

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All my love- Nick Mara

Warnings: feelings.

Theme: fluff

Summary: nick and your relationship wasn’t public, but if wasn’t hidden either, few knew and few didn’t, but one day nick is on Instagram live and he brings you in it.

A/n: this is a request from @babygirlmil , I hope you like it thank you for sending me a request. It feels short tho I’m sorry 🥺🥺

I was laying in my bed watching tv when nick called me and practically begged me to come over to the prettymuch house. I couldn’t even say a word he literally pleaded. But I wanted to see the new house and him as well so I said yes. Having a private relationship with him wasn’t as bad as I presumed. We still went on dates and hold hands in public but no one really paid attention. But we did go to places that weren’t up and coming. We wanted to visit places we’ve never heard of making new experiences or as nick says “funny shit to tell our kids” when he said that it really caught me off guard.

But nevertheless I was happy that he also wanted kids, we’ve been dating for over two years, tomorrow will make three years. And I can’t wait to surprise him. The uber drops me off at the prettymuch house I admire it from the outside astonished by the architect, it was beautiful. With my phone in one hand i was watching nicks live he was talking about how someone literally walked into their house. Rolling my eyes I knock on the door waiting for someone to open it. Zion smiles at me “hey milly” he pulls me into a hug “hey z, how are you”

“Just got done whooping nick’s ass” Zion smiles, “he’s in the back by the way” Zion passes by the kitchen to which nick yells Zions name but he didn’t hear it, how couldn’t he? But I always knew Zion was deaf. Coming to the backyard nick looks up from his screen and sees me he smiles so brightly. His comments flooding with.

“Who is it??”

“Hes so cute when hes giddy🥺”

“He smiling at something Zion headass did🙄”

“Hey mamas” nick says softly, he wraps one of his arms around my shoulder pulling me in for a hug he softly kisses my temple “why you look sad?” His voice turns to concern

“I’m not sad, I’m okay I promise” I mumble in his shirt, nick caresses my ear lobe with his fingertips looking back at his screen. Comments of positivity and negativity slowly starts to pop up. I peep a few comments comparing me to nicks ex girlfriend. A few catching my eyes making me feel shitty about myself. Nick always said he wasn’t ashamed to love me out loud. He admitted if someone had ask him with no hesitation he would say yes. But I just started Instagram so no one really knew about me. The only social media I had was twitter. And we’ll know nick is super inactive on twitter.

“Hey mamas you okay?” Nick asks seeing the tears slowly filling my eyes, he kisses my face all over until I crack a smile,I hide my face in his chest hearing his chuckles rumble against me “aye let me see that beautiful face mamas, you’re fucking beautiful” nick looks at the screen smiling “my bad y’all, she got my cursing, she’s just so beautiful” nick smiles sheepishly, his smile disappears when someone talks about his height

“Listen! I’m 5”9 on a good day don’t be trying me” nick jokes but I know he’s being dead serious.

“So when will that good day come?” I ask nick smacks my ass making me yelp and giggle “I asked a question!!!” I laugh even more I start to walk away but he grabs me by the waist smiling sheepishly. “Stay..” he pouts, smiling I wrap my arms around his waist.

“Aye chillout with all that negative comments, she’s my girlfriend wether you like it or not, too bad I’m not yours not my problem” nick chuckles then kisses my forehead softly. Zion then comes out the house finally.

“There’s Zion” nick laughs, as theyre talking I see a comment about Zion in booty shorts nick and Zion look at the live Zion chuckles.

“These aren’t booty shorts I’m in my fucking underwear” Zion counterattacks, I get out of nicks arms to sit down because my legs were starting to get tired. Nick reads a few more comments then addresses how he’s going off and to stop hating on me. Smiling at how passionate he is about me.

It feels good loving someone who loves you back. I watched Zion and nick play basketball for a couple of hours until I felt myself becoming consumed by the hazy clouds of sleep. “Aw c’mere Princess” nick mumbles picking me up off the ground walking into the house. On the way to his room Edwin caresses my head.

“Hey sleepy” Edwin smiles

“Hi..” i say dazed, nick has his eyes glued on me as if this was out first date, my back hits the cold sheets nick climbing in behind me wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer feeling his body heat slowly start to feel warmer. “You could’ve stayed you know that?”

“I didn’t want to, I told you to come over so we can spend time together” nick mumbles in my neck , caressing his forearm with fingertips I smile “but we’re both tired” I answer

“Doesn’t matter, I’m still with you. This is still us spending time together” nick caresses my stomach with his fingertips

“I love you” I mumble

“I love you more mamas” nick kisses my shoulder holding me a little tighter.

All my love is for you nick, it always has been but now that you’ve made us public, I can love you loudly.

#prettymuch imagines #prettymuch #nick mara concepts #nick mara #nick mara imagines

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arobandhan · 4 years

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tiktoks

enjoyyyy love youuu @balenciagastones

1. Period cramp prank

Hannah set up the camera by the window, making sure it captured his bed and what she was about to do. Alex was already laying down facing the other way so he didn't see what she was up to.

Hannah walked over to the bed and laid down curling up in a ball facing the camera and feigned and “ow” so her boyfriend could hear her.

“Bug whats wrong?” Alex immediately turned around and scooted closer to Hannah when he heard her.

“I have cramps.” she pouted still holding her stomach to keep the prank going.

“Aw angel did you get your period today?” he looked at her face pouting, Hannah nodded, he pouted more before kissing her forehead, “Aw bugg,” he whispered, “Do you want some water? Maybe I can get chocolate from downstairs?” she shook her head and let out another “ow!”

“It hurts a lot.” she continued, alex kissed her before sticking his hand underneath the hoodie she was wearing of his, rubbing her tummy giving her kisses on the cheek.

“I can run a hot bath for you, I can ask taylor to lend you her hot pad if you need it.” he said kissing her cheek again, but she shook her head, “But angel it’ll help you feel better, c'mon let's go take a warm shower together and then we can watch Ratatouille and I can ask mum to order some chinese for us.” he said rubbing her tummy.

Giggling Hannah replied, “I love you bub.”

“I love you too bug.” he said as she turned her head to kiss him on the lips, and then Hannah giggled more looking at the phone.

“Why are you laughing missy?” he said, still cuddling her and rubbing her tummy.

“Cuz i dont have cramps.” she waited for a response.

“Hannahhhh what the hell.” he laughed making her giggle.

“I’m still up for the shower with you, ratatouille and chinese tho.”

“Same here.” The both of them bursting out laughing.

2. ‘Because of You’ Dance

The two of them were lying on his bed on their phones. They were doing a pamper night, the two of them wearing black charcoal face masks, Hannah taking funny selfies and videos with Alex to send to Taylor, Adri and Emilia. Alex was just trying not to laugh and was scrolling through tiktok. Eventually coming across a dance couples were doing.

“Bug oh my god this dance is so easy we can definitely do this!” he exclaimed, making her giggle.

“Which one bub?” she asked and looked over at his phone to see it.

“Wanna learn it?” he asked and she nodded. He got up and jumped around excitedly waiting for her to get up, the two of them going into his bathroom and setting up the phone so they can look at it and learn the dance.

The dance easy enough to pick up quickly, the two of them learning it with ease.

“Okay Michael Jackson you ready to film it?” Hannah laughed asking her boyfriend.

“Let’s do thissss” he said making a weird move and placing the phone to film them doing the dance.

The timer ticked down and the music started, the both of them doing the moves they learned but not without having a laugh.

Alex started singing the lyrics in a funny voice making Hannah giggle the entire way through.

“MyYyY aDdIcTiOnNnN” he sang as the dance was coming to a close, the end of the video catching the two of them bursting out laughing together.

“I am definitely posting this one.” he claimed as they both climbed back in bed so they can peel off the masks they had on so they can continue their pamper nights.

3. Video game cuddles

Hannah was currently laying on his bed bored out of her mind as he sat in his gaming chair playing fifa with the boys.

She kept hoping he’d soon get bored of playing so many virtual matches that he’d come and give her attention. But alas the minutes ticked by and she could see he didn’t plan on stopping. So she retreated to going on her phone and scroll through tiktok, coming across a video of a girl trying to cuddle her boyfriend while he played video games and Hannah thought that it was a perfect thing to do in her predicament, getting up and setting up the phone somewhere he couldn’t see.

It began to film and she walked over to Alex and you could hear him yell over his headset, “Mason that was 100% a foul, piss off with that.” making Hannah giggle.

She began by wrapping her arms around his neck, he immediately looked up at her and kissed her arm. That's when she felt it was right to continue, lifting her leg to try and straddle him.

“Buggg what're you doing i'm in a game?” he asked as she finally sat on top of him, making his arms move and go around her torso while his fingers still went clicking on the controller.

“I wanna cuddle.” she said lowly and put her face in his neck.

“Aww angel i’m sorry, let me finish this game and then we can cuddle the rest of the night how does that sound?” he asked and she nodded giggling and kissing his neck. She began to try to get out of his grasp but he stopped her. “What're you doing bug? Stay here with me please.” he said kissing her cheek and she smiled nodding cuddling him tighter.

4. ‘No Air’

Hannah set up the timer and the filter to zoom on her face when she looked on the camera, Alex was coming out of the bathroom confused as to what his girlfriend was doing.

“Uhhh bug what're you doing?” his voice startled her.

“Oh good baby you’re back, come lay on me in like 5 seconds.”

“What why?”

“For a tiktok now hurry.” she said as the timer ticked down. He shrugged and crawled on the bed to lay on top of Hannah.

The song began playing and Alex immediately knew what she was doing, he began laughing and then the part he knew was about to happen and she saw her turn her head and mouth the words, “How am i supposed to breathe with no air?” the video cutting and the two of them burst out laughing because they knew they had been watching so many of those same tiktoks that they had just made.

Hannah adding captions to it and posting it, both of them still laughing at how it came out.

“I am not that heavy and you love when i lay on top of you.”’ Alex pouted once their laughter died down.

“Awww baby i do love when you lay on me, i just thought it was funny.” she responded and he nodded, laying on her again.

“Good.” he hummed resting his head on her boobs, “wait you didn’t agree when i said i'm not that heavy.”

“Shhh let's rest.” she giggled making Alex begin to tickle her and that's how the night continued.

5. Drop them titties.

Hannah had been dying to do this trend where girls were flashing their boyfriends with their tits and each one made her cackle in laughter seeing the boys reactions.

She knew Alex would get a kick out of it, but because of his training schedule she hadn't been able to do it with him yet.

But eventually Friday afternoon came around and Alex came to pick her up to go get some food before they went to his so she could spend the night.

Hannah was antsy the entire time, so giddy to finally do the trend.

“What's got you so jittery huh?” he laughed as he was driving towards his house.

“Nothingggg, i just wanna get homeeee.” she responded calmly, hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

When they finally got to his place, they entered and hung out with his family and spoke for a good while before retreating to his room.

She was setting her bag down as he sat in his game chair just flicking through his phone.

“Hey bubba?” she called out to him as she walked over to him, he hummed in response looking up at her and reaching out his hands to grab her waist and bring her closer so she could sit on him in a straddle position, “Wanna make a tiktok with me?” she asked and he laughed nodding.

“What do you wanna do bug?”

“Just sit here okay?” she told him, setting her phone up so it was angled towards him and she found the song and began filming, lowering the volume so he couldn’t hear the song. She stood up from her position on top of him and he looked at her confused.

She went out of view from the camera and waited for the part to come before grabbing the hem of her tank top and lifting it up with her bra and flashing Alex.

She saw his eyes go wide and a smirk appear on his face as he lifted his hands and reached over to cup them. Trying to bring her forward to him while her shirt was still lifted.

“Alex!” she yelled as he laughed and looked over to see that the video stopped and nothing inappropriate was seen. She pulled her top down and went over to grab her phone.

Alex moved from his chair to the bed looking at her, watching the outcome of the video and gigging.

“Why don't you do it again and let me have more fun.” he smirked and she looked at him wide eyed this time, before nodding and throwing her phone to the side and crawling to her boyfriend to…. cuddle.

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mistymark · 6 years

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the one with no curtains [2] [angst ver.] // m.k.l

mark lee x reader // university!au // 3.8k // 2/2

summary; in which mark lives opposite y/n and apparently does not own curtains

requested; nope I just hate myself someone did ask for angst tho

notes; this isn't really angst this is just sad // also the fluff ending will be posted soon so u can read the soft fluffy version after this and be happy :))

You went through your classes as normal, remembering your promised coffee date with Mark and using it to get through the day. It became an oasis in your mind; the only good thing to happen for you that day. It was your least favourite class, and, if Mark hadn’t already called for a coffee date this evening, you certainly would’ve been texting him at the end of class to call one yourself.

After your last class had ended, it was fairly late, and you had promised to meet one of your friends, so you wouldn’t be returning to your dorm by almost 6pm.

“Y/n!” You met her outside the library to walk back to your dorm together, and hang out for a bit before her date with her boyfriend. She gave you a one-armed hug as she attempted to balance her books in one arm and embrace you with the other. “I haven’t seen you in forever! Ever since you and Mark started dating, what has it been –“

“I’m not dating Mark,” you said shyly, glancing down at your feet and brushing a strand of her from your face before looking back up at her. “We’re friends.”

“You’re not?” Her mouth dropped open in slightly exaggerated shock. “You always say you have a coffee date with Mark; I figured that meant you were actually dating. Sorry.”

“Oh, right. No, just more of a pick-me-up when one of us has had a bad day.”

“Do you like him?” You started walking towards your dorm.

“Um,” you refused to look at her, instead keeping your eyes focused on the path in front of you.

She didn’t let you continue, poking you in the side with her free hand, “Oh my God, you do! Y/n! I knew what I was seeing wasn’t complete crap.”

You laughed at her words, “Yeah, well. How can I not be? He’s perfect; great mind, great sense of humour-“

“Great body,” she deadpanned.

“You have a boyfriend!” You stared at her, bewildered.

“I know! But you, evidently, do not,” she looked at you pointedly. “He totally likes you back, Y/n. You should go for it.”

“Oh, how would you know?” You said, pushing her away from you, dismissing her. In the back of your mind, though, you felt your heartbeat quicken at the thought of him definitely liking you back. You had entertained the idea a few times, catching him staring at you and constantly flirting with you, but each time you’d been too shy to say anything. It didn’t help that he was constantly teasing you, causing you to blush a deep red. At this point, when he was around, you looked more like a tomato and less like a human.

Your friend interrupted your thoughts, “You forget that Johnny is friends with Mark. Well, I think they’re friends. They talk enough, I guess. But – anyway, Johnny mentioned the other day that Mark is hopelessly in love and, at the time, I thought ‘aww cute, he’s in love with his girlfriend’ but now I realise; he’s not dating you, he’s just really really into you.”

You felt a wide grin creep up onto your face as you hoisted your bag strap on your shoulder, giddy, “He said that?”

Your friend took one look at your face and laughed, “Okay, Joker, calm down. You still have to get him to confess. You still have to confess.”

“He’s hopelessly in love with me?” You ignored her, too lost in your own happy thoughts.

When you eventually made it to your building, you followed her to her room and flopped onto the bed, “What time are you meeting Johnny?”

“Six fifteen; he eats at the same time my grandma does,” she mumbled, but you could hear the smile on her face as she spoke. It was obvious she loved him.

“Oh, that’s soon! What are you wearing?” You asked, grabbing your phone to check for any messages. None. You found yourself pouting and quickly dropped it, rolling over on the bed to look at your friend. She stepped out into the room wearing a beautiful black dress, and you immediately widened your eyes, “Wow, special night?”

“Maybe,” she smirked, winking at you as she turned around in search of her shoes.

You walked your friend out of the building to meet Johnny, just as he was climbing out of the car to walk inside and get her. Gentleman, you thought, a smile on your face as he walked up to you. Your friend briefly introduced you to him, before turning and giving you a hug, whispering a ‘good luck’ in your ear and then pulling away. You squeezed her arm in gratitude.

When Johnny had wrapped his arm around her and begun walked her to his car, you turned your back on the happy couple and made your way back to your own apartment.

Mark hadn’t texted you at all during the day, which, you’ll admit, wasn’t abnormal, but you had secretly been hoping for an excuse to text him.

You began getting changed for the coffee date, opting for a pair of simple black jeans and a sweater that Mark had expressed a deep liking for the first time he’d seen it. Too busy with getting changed and quickly tidying your apartment, you hadn’t thought to look out the window at Mark’s dorm, especially since you were meeting in less than half an hour. At 6:45pm, you grabbed your phone and keys, stuffing them in your bag as you stepped out of the apartment.

The coffee shop wasn’t far, a ten minute walk at most, so you stepped in the door just before seven, immediately greeting one of the workers and taking your seat in your regular booth. You nervously drummed your fingers on the table as you waited for Mark, practicing what you might say in your head over and over.

Hey, Mark, I really like you, you thought. You’re a solid bloke, love you! No. What if I just held his hand and stared at him? Hopefully, he’ll get the message. You dismissed that thought quickly.

An old waitress, Denise, walked over to you, “Hello, dear. It’s good to see you – I thought something had happened when your friend came in earlier without you.”

You smiled at her in greeting, “Hi, Denise. What do you mean?”

She chuckled, waving her hand in a noncommittal way, “Oh, you know. I’ve never seen you without the boy, nor the boy without you. I thought something bad had happened to you when he came in earlier and you weren’t there. Tried to replace you with another girl.” She laughed at her own joke.

You wondered why she was telling you this. “Oh, right,” you chuckled awkwardly. “Well, he should be here in a minute.”

“No, honey, he just left,” she stood still, her pen poised over her notepad as she watched you. Denise glanced at the small golden watch wrapped around her dainty wrist, “What time is it now? Five past seven? About fifteen minutes ago.”

You looked at her confusedly, before pointedly looking away from her and at the menu, “That’s okay, he probably just forgot something.” Nosy old hag, you thought, keeping your eyes on your menu so she would leave you alone.

When she finally walked away, you glanced around to make sure she wasn’t watching and ruffled through your bag for your phone, immediately searching through your notifications for a ‘hey, sorry im gonna be late’ text from Mark. He already was late; you were supposed to meet almost ten minutes ago. Normally, he had the decency to text.

[7:08pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ hey denise said u left are u gonna be long or do u want me to order the usual for when u get back

You shut your phone and flipped it over on the desk, bouncing your knee as you stared at it, waiting for the familiar chime to alert you of his response.

[7:10pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ hey

[7:10pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ asshole

[7:11pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ at least respond im hungryyyyyyyyyy

[7:14pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ screw it im ordering without you

You scrolled through your social media as you waited for your usual; a small coffee and a bagel. Denise brought it over silently, gently placing your dinner on the table in front of you and walking away. That’s new, you thought bitterly, having expected her to say something to you about being stood up.

When you had finished your bagel and were just sipping on the now-cold coffee, you huffed, impatient. You snatched your phone from beside you.

[7:34pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ i ate

[7:34pm] To: Mak-bang ☕ im going home

Radio silence. You slammed the required money on the table and walked out in a huff, stomping all the way home. Okay, maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but you had been excited to see him all day, and now? He could at least have had the decency to text you.

At first, you were annoyed that he had forgotten about your coffee date – he never forgot. But now you were concerned that something had happened, because, normally, he would have texted you to apologise for forgetting, or at least respond to your messages.

You watched as two people walked far in front of you, laughing and pushing each other around the sidewalk, not really walking at fast enough pace to get anywhere. Rolling your eyes, you watched them enter your building, and, upon seeing the elevator doors close, you opted for the stairs. The girl, who you didn’t recognise, was dressed in black heels and a red coat and was furiously making out with someone, whom you couldn’t see as he leant back against the wall, her body masking his from view.

You climbed the six flights of stairs to get to your floor, and opened the stairwell door. Vaguely, you could hear the couple on the floor either above or below yours, laughing as they walked to a room. You grimly dialled your friend’s number, hoping she wasn’t still out with Johnny, and entered your room.

While you waited for her to answer, you wrote out a new note for Mark, did you-

“Hello? Y/n?” Your friend’s voice grabbed your attention. “Are you okay?”

You tried to ignore the worry in her voice, “I’m fine. Mark didn’t show for our coffee date tonight.”

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice tinny.

“Are you in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, Johnny and I are still at the restaurant. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. You put your hand to your forehead and scrunched your face in thought. You sighed exasperatedly, “I got to the café, and Denise - you know, the nosy lady who works there - started talking about how Mark had gone in without me and… there was something about me being replaced? And bad things happening to me? I don’t know. He won’t answer my texts, either.”

She was silent for a moment, “Are you home?”

“Yeah, I’m writing a note for the window. If his phone died, at least he’ll be able to see that,” you nodded to yourself, finishing the note; did you forget about our date :(.

You grabbed a bit of tape and stuck it to the sheet, moving to the window. When you pulled back your window, your friend began talking again, “Y/n, I-“.

You couldn’t hear her.

If someone asked you right now what she had said, you wouldn’t be able to tell them. She could’ve hung up on you for all you know – been shot, screamed, had a heart attack.

You wouldn’t know.

Because you were so focused on the door opening in Mark’s room, and the girl from the elevator walking in happily, tugging her red coat from her body and dropping it on the floor as Mark shut the door behind her. Because you were so focused on the way he confidently made his way to where she was standing in the middle of the room and grabbed her, pulling her close in order to kiss her. Because you were so focused on the way they stood there, completely engrossed in one another as the lack of curtains provided an unobstructed view of the way they passionately made out.

You were rooted in your spot, your eyes blown wide in shock and horror as you couldn’t help but watch. It was like a car crash – disastrous and painful, yet you couldn’t look away. It felt like every bone in your body was breaking, the pain in your chest making you feel simultaneously like you’d been shot but also like you were drowning, unable to breathe. Suddenly, your face felt hot and your breath hitched, and the single tear on your cheek forced you to realise you were crying.

You let the note slip from your hand, your phone in the other, held out in front of you as your friend’s voice came in waves, “Y/n? Hello? Y/n?” You couldn’t hear her.

You finally let the curtains fall closed and stepped back when Mark walked the girl backwards to his bed, her knees hitting the edge and her body falling back onto his duvet. The same duvet that you had laid beside him on to watch movies on his laptop, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The same duvet that he had tackled you on top of, holding both of your hands in his above your head, tickling you mercilessly until you threatened to pee on both him and the bed. The same duvet that you frequently wrapped yourself in when he came over. The same duvet that you wore as a cape one time for a fun dress up day. The same duvet that you always wished you would be the one to fall onto, with his body hovering over yours.

You sat, stunned, on your bed, clutching your phone in both hands. When you realised you were still on the call with your friend, you gingerly held it up to your ear.

“It wasn’t me,” you said quietly.

Your friend paused. “Y/n, I am so so sorry,” she said, the sincerity in her voice making you feel even more emotional.

“It wasn’t me. I’m not the one he’s in love with,” you whispered, your voice cracking at the word ‘love’. You clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to rid of the tears pricking at your eyes.

“I know,” she whispered softly into the phone.

“You know?!” You said incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Johnny told me today, after he picked me up. I told him that you were the girl Mark was in love with, because, seeing as you’d never met, he wouldn’t know what you looked like. But he shook his head- oh, y/n, please don’t cry.”

You let out another sob, the pain in your chest only becoming more apparent and more painful.

“He told me you weren’t the one Mark had pointed out that one time on the quad, and I -” she paused, her voice becoming louder as she held the phone closer to her mouth. “I felt awful. I was going to text you but then I had to switch it off for the show.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you responded, sincerely. You didn’t blame her – and nor should you.

“I know, I just – fuck it, I’m coming home,” she said, and you could hear a door opening.

“No, stay with Johnny. I want to be alone right now.”

“Y/n, are you sure? I can come right now; Johnny won’t mind.”

You inhaled deeply, your breath wobbling still, “Yes, I’m sure. Have fun.” She continued to fight you as you hung up. Laying back onto the bed and curling into a ball, clutching your phone to your chest, you felt the tears run down your face in hot streams.

The room eventually turned black.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone chiming. Knowing it was probably Mark or your friend, neither of which you wanted to talk to right now, you silenced it and stood up, dragging your depressed self to the bathroom for a shower.

When you finished, you walked to the window wrapped in a towel to further close the curtains. Last night, you’d let them fall into place but hadn’t closed them fully, and now, the light coming in was bothering you. The curtain got caught on the left side, so you had to open it all the way to slide it closed again. Out of habit, your eyes fell to the apartment across from you and down one floor.

Mark was standing in the window, his hand pressed against the glass to block the sun as he squinted up at your apartment. The girl was nowhere to be seen, but he was, once again, shirtless. When he saw you, he stepped back and pouted at you, holding up his phone with one hand and pointing at it with the other. Answer your phone.

You remained stoic, and shut the curtains. No.

“Y/n!” You could hear his voice calling you, and quickened your pace, attempting to weave between people in the busy courtyard of your university.

Mark, on the other hand, was quick to push anyone who got in his way to the side in his attempt to reach you.

“Y/n! Hey!”

“She doesn’t want you, man, damn,” you heard a girl to your left comment to her friend. You smirked as her friend laughed and pulled the first girl out of his way.

“Y/n,” he breathed, his hand finding your shoulder in order to get you to stop walking. “I was calling you.”

“Must’ve had my music too loud,” you shrugged, keeping your face straight as you looked up at him.

“You’re not wearing earphones,” he squinted, confused. “What’s up? You haven’t been answering my texts or the window messages.”

“Like you didn’t answer my texts when we were supposed to go out for coffee,” you crossed your arms in front of you, only because it felt like something you were supposed to do when you were confronting someone.

He hissed, “Oh, yeah, about that- I want to introduce you to my girlf-“

“You didn’t even apologise,” you suddenly said. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes and you willed them to stay there. You hoped he didn’t notice.

He did. “Y/n, I’m-“

“No. You didn’t apologise. I’d had a shit day, you asked me to have coffee with you, and you stood me up. You didn’t answer my messages and now, when it’s convenient for you, now you want to apologise.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot!”

You looked him up and down, your voice dripping venom, “Evidently.”

For the next few weeks, Mark wrote apologies and greetings on his window, trying to get you to forgive him. The few times you looked down to see him standing by the window, safely hidden from view behind your curtain, you watched his girlfriend come up behind him and wrap her arms around him, whispering in his ear. He’d laugh, and he’d draw the new curtains he installed himself one night when he was only half drunk. She came to visit the next day.

After a month, he’d stopped trying. You couldn’t work out if that made you feel better or worse. Occasionally, you’d see him around campus, but you’d look away, eager to avoid him. You wondered if she knew about you; about his former best friend, about the girl in the dorm room on the floor above his, about the girl that was hopelessly in love with her boyfriend.

The last time you saw Mark Lee, he was shirtless.

You were packing boxes to move to your new apartment with your best friend, and removed the curtains from the window, ready to fold and pack them in the last box. He was standing in the courtyard below your apartment, engaged in a water fight with a group of students. He was dripping wet, a watergun tucked under his arm, the white fabric of his shirt clinging to his body. His hair was hanging over his eyes until he shook the strands away, and he squinted in the sunlight, searching for something.

He sprinted for it, and you watched from your window as he tackled a girl much smaller than him, wrapping his body around hers as they fell so that he got the brunt of the impact. They both laughed, way too hard for your liking, and he stood up, holding his hand out to help her up. She took it with a smile, and he pulled her into his chest; they stood merely millimetres apart.

You watched as she stood up on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips, and you watched as his friends started whooping and firing at them with their waterguns, soaking the pair. You saw them all grab their things and head for the doors, and watched as Mark peeled his soaked shirt from his body, jokingly throwing it at his girlfriend as she shrieked in mock horror.

You didn’t have to be able to see into his room to know that they were both inside, you just had to see how happily he hugged her from behind and waddled into the building to know he wouldn’t be letting go of her anytime soon.

You hadn’t spoken in almost a month, and the radio silence was killing you. Seeing him was a punch to the gut each time, and the heartache never went away. Despite living virtually opposite him, you didn’t see him much; the curtains in his room were almost always closed. His girlfriend was almost always there. The thought made you sick.

Your eyes were immediately attracted to the movement at his window, and Mark peeled a tiny bit of the curtain back to hold up a piece of paper. You’re leaving?

You nodded.

The paper vanished. A moment later, it returned. This is goodbye then.

You nodded again. You felt your chest rising all too quickly as your eyes started to form wells.

He stepped into the light fully, and you could see him push his wet hair back from his forehead to look at you. Still shirtless, still the same Mark you fell in love with months ago.

You waved.

He waved back.

Goodbye.

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