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junova · 4 years ago

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.˚✦ ๋࣭ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

my universe

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notes: this one has been in my drafts....forever. never really liked it too much but fuck it. maybe i can redeem it in a part 2??? this is more of a prologue if anything. idk we'll see. happy reading!

pairing: modern!steve rogers x reader, former!bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

concept: bucky was all you'd ever cared about, wanting him more than anyone. until he comes along, showing what it actually means to love someone. welcome to heaven in hiding.

warnings: 18+, sexual content, jealous!reader, bucky being a dick, soft!steve, heavy angst, steve is a funny lil shit at the end

wc: 3.9k

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It felt unbearable to be here. Watching how fondly she still looked at him, after all this time, not missing a beat. It was suffocating, surrounding you by a sea of water and having no other option than to drown. Greedily, his love swallowing you up in your entirety.

He did really try to dodge her looks of longing but still, even now he felt the pull to her. It didn’t really matter how long they were absent from each others’ lives.

As you sat next to him, you could feel him slipping from your grasp. Far beyond your control, way out of your depth, he was falling. Deep down, you couldn’t really blame him. The pictures you’d seen of her did no justice, she was truly a vision. Much brighter than you would ever glow and it made you wonder if what he spoke just a few hours ago still held meaning.

Not to mention, she seemed to be as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Making you grow even more envious of her.

Sure, she had broken his heart but it wasn’t beyond forgiveness. She had simply put herself before the relationship and if you had been in her shoes you could imagine yourself doing the same. All she wanted was a better future for herself, at least it’s what he had told you.

Now sitting here you couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked at him with admiration and love laced in her eyes. Truly, if she still wanted him in her arms there was nothing stopping her.

Surely, not you. You two seemed to live on two different planes of beauty and hers was the kind you dream of having but only have a very little probability of obtaining. With her ruby hair and glossy lips, tempting nearly everyone around her to the way she carried herself and spoke to you like you were the only person she was invested in.

It wasn’t difficult to see why he spoke of her so much. You would, too.

You tried to enjoy the wonderfully prepared meal Pepper and Tony had made, well mainly Pepper. It was delicious, but your senses had gone bitter and it had nothing to do with the food.

You weren’t sure when you started to drift off, maybe it was when Bucky began looking at Natasha like she hung each and every constellation in the sky. Or maybe it’s when you heard her melodic laugh when Bucky delivered the punchline.

It was like Steve, Wanda, and Thor didn’t exist. The lovely couple in their own little bubble, speaking in a language only the two of them understood. Utterly and completely unaware of any and all of their surroundings.

“You okay?” Steve questioned, placing his hand on top of your hand, giving it a small squeeze. Discreetly and under the table away from prying eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just need some air.” You weren’t sure what could remove the nothingness inside of you, but maybe some space would provide some comfort.

You felt like your heart had been ripped out right in front of you, again. He said he wouldn’t do it again, that he wanted to be with you, but all she had to do was come to town and he’d been chasing her just like he always did.

Excusing yourself you dipped out until you were out on the back patio. Alone to just think and mull over any little thing that should have tipped you off, but didn’t. You let it slide on, blinded by how much you thought you loved him.

You weren’t left in the peaceful night long, until Steve was joining you with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red in the other.

“You looked like you could use a glass or two.” Steve gibed carefully. “I’m just using your sour mood as an excuse to escape from the party.” You were about to object when a full glass of wine was shoved into your grasp.

“I’m not in a sour mood. I’m just swell.” You spoke before taking a big swing of the drink, nearly emptying it’s contents, sending it barreling down your throat.

“Sure, honey. Just like the green monster isn’t oozing out of you.” You found yourself intentionally growling at him, just a little agitated of the truth he spoke.

The absolute audacity on this man seemed to never end. Whether it helped you or caused more misery than he intended.

“It certainly doesn’t help that she's so goddamn perfect. Was she fucking made in a lab? Jesus Christ.” You were jealous and if Steve already knew there was really no point in hiding it. It was written all over you, the longing look you were giving Bucky all night, desperately wanting to be the one he wanted.

“She’s not perfect, nobody is. Just better at hiding her faults than everybody else.” He said it like it was some known fact. Something you should’ve already known, but insecurities tended to eat you alive. Truthfully, it didn’t help that Bucky acted like Natasha walked on water in his hopeful, gleaming eyes. Stinging you like a bee piercing your soft, plush skin for the first time.

He really loved her. It didn’t matter how many times she messed up, what he felt was all the same — she was the one.

“Really? I don’t buy it. Name one.” Steve perched himself on his knees in front of you, his hands on the armrest of the chair you made yourself comfortable in. “Okay.”

“How about the fact that she loves Bucky just about more than anyone else but she’s too selfish to let him go? Then, for months she leads him on and promises she’ll come home but always leaves him heartbroken.” Steve let it flow all in one breath, as his body rested between your legs.

“Sounds gruesome.” You confessed because it hit a little close to home. “Yeah, it is and he has no right to do the same thing to an angel like you.”

You hated how he was right, truly hated it, but anyone with eyes could see how much Bucky dragged you through the mud. He had a good heart, but it just hadn’t been good to you.

Bucky’s intentions weren’t malicious and it didn’t seem like he was either but it didn’t take away from how much he continued to hurt you. All of the unintended consequences only affected you as he went on with his day.

Over and over, he continued to cause you pain and he didn’t even know it. Or he did and just neglected to acknowledge it. If he did, he’d actually have to deal with just how much he was actually hurting you.

It wasn’t like either one was particularly gunning for the latter, but Steve was. It wasn’t the first time Bucky had left you high and dry whenever the red head, beauty stepped foot into town. Although it was the first time you had a front row seat to the attention she commanded from him.

You both sat there in silence for the moment, taking in the starry night as he rested his cheek against your leg. He began running fingertips up and down your exposed calf, letting him soothe you.

“I’ll keep thinking I’ll be alright. That’ll get over him, but he just keeps pulling me back and jerking me around for his ride and I let him.” If anyone saw you besides Steve, you didn’t think you could handle it but you’re comfortable around him.

He’s continuously been there for you everytime Bucky pushed to the side for her. Always so sweet, so tender, comforting you in his warmth. Never once judging you, always taking the time time to just sit and listen to you.

“I don’t think it’s even about him anymore. I’m just chasing this unattainable moment, just so I fill this void in me. Maybe if he loves me I can love me, too.” Mumbling under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Bubba.” You smiled for a second, as his voice dripped in concern. “You don’t need him or what little he can offer. Not when you can love yourself better than anyone else can.” He pulled himself up to his feet, picking you up from the chair until you were surrounded by just him.

“We love you. I love you, so stop listening to those nasty little thoughts, bubs. They’re far from the truth. You are truly amazing, incredibly beautiful, and deserve the absolute world.” With slight pressure from his index, he tilted your chin up, letting your eyes drown in his.

“Don’t expect anything less.” Steve breathed out, before testing the waters. He just held you there, caressing your back as you just sunk in his arms, allowing his warmth to ease your hurt. Just like he’d done so many times before.

Somehow, Steve seemed to know exactly what you need to hear. You didn’t know how he managed to be so wonderful all the time. Maybe you could just stay there forever with him shielding you from every single evil in the world out to get you.

“Can you take me somewhere? This is the last place I want to be.” Steve simply nodded before lacing your hand in his, before making your way back inside.

The moment the two of you stepped foot into the house, it was silent. Everyone looked at the two of you. Steve took notice of the Bucky’s bugged eyes at the joined hands of his two best friends, but knew better than to verbally acknowledge it.

It wasn’t something Steve and you hadn’t done, but never in the prying eyes of Bucky. Thor and Wanda had taken note of it a few times, but never spoke a word about it. Secretly, Wanda hoped it meant something for you, because she could see just how much Steve adored you.

He never spoke a word, so you remained clueless to a feeling he never felt like he had a right to speak on. No matter how strongly he felt, he knew if he confessed, it would do more damage than good.

You had become one of his closest friends in the past few years he’d known you and he wouldn’t jeopardize it for anything. Selfishly, he left you under Bucky’s radar because being your friend was far safer than risking the rejection he was sure would be sent his way.

He knew you were close to cutting Bucky off from your life completely, he just had to wait it out. Natasha being here tonight was the icing on the cake for Steve, because all he had to do was be here for in a way Bucky never could. Not when he was slicing through your heart every time his attention diverted from you to her.

Just because he was stuck in a past love instead of the future and Steve would fully take advantage of it — being there for you in any way you needed.

Regardless of everything, he wanted to — needed to. He couldn’t live with himself if he let you go through the hurt and heartache alone. Not when so many times you had seeked the comfort of him to lean on. Steve would never be one to say no to you.

“Are you leaving, doll?” The endearment Bucky intended to be sweet but left a sour taste in your mouth. More than that, you didn’t miss the way Natasha’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his pet name for you. The one she thought was only reserved for her.

Maybe if he held affection for you like he did earlier today, your heart would be filled to the brim, but he didn't. So, you weren’t. “Yeah, Steve’s going to take me home. I have an early morning tomorrow and I’ve already had a bit too much wine.” Bucky didn’t argue, nodding with a tight lipped smile.

Perhaps his indifference is what made you hurt even more. He didn’t care about anything, not even you with you so closely tangled with Steve. It didn’t have an effect on him because the woman sitting by his side, draped over him held more value than you ever could.

“You sure? I can make sure you get home safely.” Bucky pleaded, but before you could respond Steve did.

“I got it, Buck. I’ll make sure she gets home.” He looked like he wanted to say more but he decided to stay silent as he watched you walk out the door with Steve, hand and hand.

The drive home in the Uber was silent, Steve didn’t say a word, just the weight of his arm holding you close. He took note of how you refused to look at anything but the luminescence of the New York’s city lights captivating your vision.

Even if it hurt Bucky only chose you whenever Natasha wasn’t around you couldn’t help but focus on how hot and heated your body felt with Steve so close to you. Holding you so tightly like he was afraid you would let go.

Perhaps it was a bit shady of you to drape yourself over his childhood best friend whenever he rejected you, but now you were finding yourself finding solace in Steve in everything, like you used to with Bucky. He had become this safe place for you, where you wouldn’t be shamed for how you felt or what you were going through.

Even if he knew how much you were hurting from your own obliviousness to Bucky’s behavior, he always let you find solace in his strong, comforting arms. Always sturdy enough to hold the weight of your hurt and what he was carrying too. Just like tonight.

“He’s never going to love me the way I want him to — like the way he loves her.” It wasn’t a question any longer, it was a stone cold fact. Something you’d tried to ignore over the past year, especially.

Not wanting anything in this moment but him, you laid your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat giving you a sense of peace in the aftermath of your heartbreak. The crisp material of the white button up he was wearing shifted from the weight of you, he didn’t really mind.

“I think it’s time for me to let go of this image I have of him, one he can never live up to and accept him for who he is and where he’s at right now.” Steve nodded, still not saying a word, slipping farther and farther away from you as he let his thoughts consume him entirely.

It’d been happening a lot more lately. This. The close, excruciating intimacy between Steve and the woman he was in love with.

Over the past few months, anytime you were upset about something, you would show up at his doorsteps crashing into him as you wept. Always wanting to be close to him, snuggled up to his side, bleeding your heart out to him, something you hadn’t done with anyone.

Not even Bucky.

Then there was the one kiss on New Years’ Eve a few weeks ago which stayed imprinted on the forefront of his mind. He remembered when he woke up the following morning, he was holding you to his chest, the both of you bodies laced with one another.

He got up before you were there to consciously witness it, but it was all he thought about weeks after. Being that close awoke the need to be near you. It was already there, but now he knew how it felt to hold you in the comfort of his own bed.

It nearly killed him when you woke up, making your way down the stairs from his bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers and the shirt he wore last night. Steve wasn’t drunk enough to completely forget the whole night, nothing had happened in his room last night. Seeing you, in here, in his apartment, made him think what his life could possibly be like with you here.

If he was ever to be so lucky.

As of yesterday, when you told him Bucky finally wanted to move forward with you, it broke him. Even if he kept his true feelings hidden, he felt you crush his heart with one fatale squeeze. Any particular hope he once had, was diminished into a fantasy far from reality.

The both of you were Steve’s best friends — he had to be happy for you.

Then, Natasha came to town. Storming through Bucky’s heart just like she’s always done. When Steve invited you to the dinner his best friend was trying to keep you from, he knew it could possibly be the last fatale blow to whatever string your relationship with Buck was. Maybe his, too.

Steve knew going after you could mean losing his really good friend, but he simply couldn’t stop himself. Not when you were a pure goddess ascending from above in all of your glory, capturing his heart in every single glance you threw his way. At this point, he didn’t care what it’d cost him.

As long as he had you, it would be worth it.

When the car pulled up to your street, you let your hand glide down his chest, resting on his lower abdomen. Not missing the way his body trembled under your touch, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to protect him from you — not that he wanted to be anywhere but here.

As soon as those sinful words left your mouth, he knew he was done for.

Perhaps, if the both of you hadn’t been tipsy of the bottle of wine you shared, you wouldn’t feel the urge to invite him up, but he smelled too good and acted too perfect for any other consideration.

“Do you want to come inside, Stevie?” You purred watching the gears switch in his mind. Contemplating if he really should go through with it. Now that it was within his reach, he was becoming hesitant to grab it. You were drunk, he was drunk. Hence the uber and the both of your cars left behind in Tony and Pepper’s driveway.

“I don’t think it’s the best idea for me to go up there, bubs.” Instantly, you pouted. A deep frown etched on your beautiful face. “Why not? I think it would be a wonderful thing. Don’t you?” With one swift movement, you were cupping his crotch, making your intentions more than clear.

The grunt leaving Steve’s mouth was animalistic as he tried to exercise the very little restraint he was holding onto. It seemed to become increasingly difficult as you refused to move your hand away.

“I need you to take care of me and I’ll take care of you.” Finally releasing your grip on him, you exited out of the car and you didn’t have to look back to know he was falling you into the lobby of your apartment building.

After a silent elevator ride, with you tucked into his side you made the walk down the narrow hallway into your home, fidgeting to open the door with Steve’s hands caressing your sides. Carefully watching as you kicked off the painful heels, the bottom of your feet thankful, pulling you deeper into the apartment.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You retreated, afraid someone else might turn you down, too. If Steve did, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’s been your person you can count on and now you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

Stopping your movement once you reached your bedroom, you were still waiting for his response. Meticulously, he reached for hand before twirling you around your back pressed against his front. Sighing, when his hand dragged up your spine, while the other hung on your waist with his hand pressed against your stomach.

Pushing the thin strap of your velvet dress, letting it fall off your shoulder. Soft, firm lips touching your soft skin, you couldn’t help but lean back into him. Tilting your head back, offering yourself up to him on a silver platter.

His touch felt like heaven and you didn’t think you’d ever want him to leave. Not when you always felt safe wrapped up in his large muscular arms. Never making you question if you felt wanted.

“Right now, my body wants you as badly as it ever has.” Steve confessed while his lips migrated towards your neck, giving you some much needed attention.

“Does it?” You questioned him, losing any other train of thought as let his other hand push the other strap off your shoulder, the slinky dress falling to floor pooling at your feet.

“It does, sweetheart, but it’ll have to wait.” Already pouting like the brat you were, ready to seduce him right into filling you up, just like you brought him here tonight for.

Dropping down to your level, Steve whispers in your ear, “Because when I fuck you just the way your pussy is aching for it won’t be when you’re drunk, princess.” Throwing gasoline on the fire he created, sharply he bit your earlobe, making you moan.

“I’ve thought about this so much, princess. At first, I thought I would take you from behind, but then I wouldn’t see those begging, doe-eyes itching for a release.” You were trembling for him. His filthy words flooding straight to your slick, crying for him already.

“Maybe you’d want to ride me, huh? Do you want to fuck yourself on my fat cock?” At this point, if it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed if he found out just how wet you were. Your panties are completely ruined because of him.

“I want to ride you so bad, Stevie.” Maliciously, he laughed before giving your clothed pussy a rough slap, causing you to gasp out. Your nails digging themselves into his bicep as you reached for it.

“Well, if you had been a good girl, maybe I’d let you cum on my cock.” You turned around face to face, ready to bruise your knees for him in a heartbeat. In this space and time, you’ve never wanted anyone more.

Harshly, he gripped your chin as his thumb smoothed over your bottom lip, dragging it down so it plumped right back up. “Bucky will be here tomorrow morning, if not tonight. I took his precious little play thing home and he’s not gonna like that one bit.”

“He wants to have his cake and eat it, too. If you want to let him, by all means go right ahead. And if you don’t? You know where I live, princess.” Very much in contrast to the last few minutes, he sweetly kissed your cheek and headed out right back the door without so much as a second glance.

Leaving you with a hell of a lot to process.

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#ohhhh....this one got a lil spicy at the end ;)#to be continued....#if i dont get lazy <3 #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem reader #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x poc reader #steve rogers au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes x poc reader

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smutty-ki113r · 4 years ago

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Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.)

Inspired by: The living tombstone

You woke to excessive yelling, turning over and pushing the pillow over your face groaning. The voice got louder and you felt a pair of hands shake you awake, throwing the pillow at them you found that it was Toby. He let out an abrupt gasp and continued to jump around the hotel room. You understood why he was so excited, it was the first day of your trip to Disney world after all.

I know it seems unconventional but you had managed to convince slender to let you guys go. Obviously it was on Halloween weekend, the only time they could go into the parks without being questioned for their looks. That day you would all be going to Epcot.

Masky was probably the most excited about that park even though he had an expressionless face on the ride there. He had been so against going, at least it seemed like it. But you saw him putting ciggarates in a fanny pack when getting ready to leave.

Smiling fondly at the memory you got up and dressed. After breakfast you all drove to the park, seeing the Halloween decorations in orange and black with the shapes of Mickey Mouse. You groaned at the bickering going on in the third row of seats with Jeff and E.J, who was trying to convince Jeff to leave his knife in the car.

“They’ll stop you at security” you called back to him.

“I can hide it” he protested.

“Jeff they have literal metal detectors” E.J rebutted.

“What if I put it in my pants” he said smartly.

“NO” you yelled. After a death glare and a small tug of war between him and E.J he left it. He walked at the back of the group, slumping with his hands in his hoodie pocket. At the entrance the whole crowd was met with “oohs” and compliments about your “costumes”.

There was so much to do, but Hoodie (secretly Masky too) and BEN wanted to go to Spaceship earth. They were all so amazed on how there was a ride inside of the Epcot ball.

“It’s an XXL golf ball” BEN kept saying, convinced that there was nothing inside. There wasn’t much wait but since you were all a big crowd it took a bit to get in. Slender had the hardest time getting in the cart, he had to crouch excessively to fit. You rode with BEN, who was really excited at first because he thought there was going to be a drop but it turned out bore him. He thought it was going too slow, and so he had the bright idea to tamper with the manuals. “Time to spice things up” he said rubbing his hands maliciously. At one point all the carts started spinning, he lifted his hands and “wheeed”. You could hear Sally yelling from the back with Slender holding her in the seat since there was no restraints. At the end he scolded Ben, rushing him out of there as the cast members apologized for the inexplicable inconvenience.

He came out of there with a proud grin, cackling as he pointed out the dumbfounded face E.J made in the picture and the one with Jeff with his tongue out. The smiling killer joined him, watching Toby spin from the dizziness- it was pretty funny though.

Slender admired the late October scenery until Sally pulled him into a stand and graced him with a Mickey Mouse hat. Jeff was yet another unfortunate victim of Sally’s plan, wearing the mickey ears that had a pastel veil. BEN was throwing fits of giggles at this, but you knew Jeff was fucking insecure so you put on ears along with Sally.

The first country you stopped at was Mexico, where you went inside the pyramid. Jeff traded his ears for a big Mexican hat, Ben too. They played with the maracas while Toby, Sally and Hoodie went into the glass shop. It was a recipe for disaster, but you followed regardless. Sally tried on every. Single. Princess crown while Toby looked at the glass pieces a bit too closely. He started ticking while holding one, even though the sign said not to touch them. It flew across the store and collided with a whole other shelf, all of them broke and he started apologizing furiously as Slender messed the employees’ mind to make him forget about the accident.

He had to pull Toby out of the store and drag him to the boat ride, you patted him on the back daringly as he had the guiltiest look. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for slender to go on the boat ride, he was far too tall and had to bend his knees to look like a grasshopper while Sally smiled and sung along with the cartoon characters. When you got off you could hear Slender mumbling something about his back.

Norway didn’t have much to do but Sally begged to go on the Elsa ride, Hoodie accompanied her happily. Toby as well, but he was really enthusiastic about the songs- he knew all of them. Him and Sally harmonized during the chorus for “let it go”. Since there were a shit ton of little kids there L.J was about to combust. Surprisingly he stayed super silent with occasional grumbles, making mental notes for when he got out of the park. He had to ditch the group to shop for Candy, which he found in China.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with the Zodiac garden there, watching the beautiful plants in the morning sun. Masky tried to relax by watching the show inside the pavillion but Toby caught up to him. He really couldn’t sit still and Masky had to scold him for sitting on the rail he wasn’t supposed to sit on. After, you found E.J playing with Sally with the marionettes and BEN with a cup of Boba. He seemed to be enjoying it- a lot. It was the funniest thing to watch him suck up all the tapioca stuck in the ice, his cheeks got super red and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Jeff was gladly giving Toby his Mickey Mouse ears. In the afternoon you moved to Italy, where L.J was getting complimented for his “stilts”. There wasn’t much to do in Germany or America so you guys went to Japan. Laughing Jack was a lost cause, going straight for the candy while Jeff was mesmerized by the samurai swords. He was looking around to see if he could steal one, but how in the world would he hide that- definitely not in his pants. You caught on quick.

“Just ONE” he pleaded with you as you pulled him away from the glass. “Don’t do this to meeee” he screeched at you like a starved man asking for food.

Trying to throw hands and hit you while you grasped onto his hoodie. You managed to bring him with you as you walked out of the store. Passing by Masky who was trying to get away from Toby- he was fanning masky with those big fans. Jeff sat sourly as you ordered food, a stressed Masky came soon after. He was glad to have some quiet from the ruckus outside, enjoying a meal with you. When he was done he went outside to have a smoke from his fanny pack.

Going back to the store with Jeff on a tight leash AWAY from the swords you found Sally playing with the plushies and L.J taking packs and packs of candy. You stood and stared at him as he loaded up on the strawberry gummies. “What?” He deadpanned as a few fell down from his pile. You just laughed and helped him hold some of them, putting them in your backpack and walking out of the store because- y’all are criminals, and you steal.

It was now late afternoon, and you only had a few countries left to complete the full round of the park. Toby got lost in France, you all spent about twenty minutes looking for him and apparently Slender too who disappeared soon after. Then out of some room came one of them.

“where where you?” Jane asked.

Slender stepped forward “at the show, there were some magnificent castles and I think I’ll have to visit. Maybe even take ideas for house redecoration” he nodded.

Then out of nowhere appeared a cast member holding the hand of one shaking Toby, whose eyes were puffy and cheeks red. “Did you lose this little boy” she asked slender, he shook his head yes and gave a sigh.

The lady was in absolute awe of the group, especially daddy dilf slender. “How IS it that you see through that mask” she mused, taking slender’s head in her hands even though he was super tall. Her mouth was open as she pulled him super close to observe his (non-existent) face. BEN was snickering and you looked back and forth to see slender pretty flustered at the lady’s proximity.

“Leave him alone” Jane smacked BEN behind his head and took him by the ear. You followed them to the U.K. She threw him in one of the phone booths and held the door so he couldn’t escape. You could hear him complain from inside “let me outttt” he said muffled. Jeff caught up and went into the one on the opposite side, playing with the buttons on the dial. When Slender came back he took out a Camera to snap pictures of BEN and Jeff. You stood to the side while he did, obviously both of them didn’t notice. They were pretty candid and when they saw what was happening they ran out of there, only to have their spaces replaced with Sally and E.J, who had to pose with her for the picture.

The sun was starting to set and you guys only had a couple things left to do, one of which Jeff almost exploded in wait for. He wanted to try test track so bad, the line was gruesome and he tapped his foot impatiently in wait. BEN kept tampering with the car parts on display, making doors open and lights flash in boredom. Toby waited outside with Slender because he had anxiety around going too fast in a car and possibly reliving trauma. Jeff, on the other hand, was so excited when it was finally time to go on. He let you sit next to him in the front with BEN in the back. The ride was entertaining sure but the best part was probably Jeff’s face at the end. The car went so fast that Jeff’s cheeks were pushed back with the wind, stretching out his carved smile and flapping as he waved his hands in the air.

Then when it ended he wanted to steal one of the cars from the display.

“I can turn it on and take the safety off” BEN tuned in cheekily.

“Yessss” Jeff said with a fist pump, “which one should we get?” He asked.

“The red one” BEN decided.

“Guys nonononon” you tried complaining but they were dedicated.

“Stop complaining” BEN said, distracting you while Jeff snuck up on you from behind. Covering your mouth with his hand and restraining your arms with another “This is for not letting me take that knife”.

Picking you up and throwing you in the backseat of the car before revving the engine. With tears of joy in your eyes you saw Slender appear in the rear mirror of the car, tendrils waving around in fury. If BEN wasn’t dead yet he would definetly be now, Jeff turned paler than usual. Thank goodness he saw what was going on. They were about to drive off in one of those Toyotas- forget about mass murder, they were about to commit grand theft auto.

Next was the Nemo ride, but BEN was absolutely petrified of being near water so he waited outside with Slender-who very much could not fit in that shell car as much as he tried. Sally really liked it, she went with Toby and you went with Jane. Masky and Hoodie went together. Needless to say all of you enjoyed it very much, and the aquarium after was great too. Jane sat where she could watch the Dolphins and you could hear Toby and Sally’s footsteps running around from tank to tank.

“Do you think Slender will let me take a shark home?” He asked Masky, who told him no. But when they were outside Toby went straight to Slender. “Can I take a pet home?” He pleaded. Slender gave him a strict no but Toby continued to beg, “how about a seahorse?”, “not even a starfish?”. He got shot down but quickly recovered when you guys went to Soarin.

All of them- they loved flying. Even through it was just a ride, it was exhilarating. Passing through the sea and waterfalls, even the castles where Slender would have smiled at (if he had a mouth). Toby yelled like a mother fucker the whole time, luckily Masky was sitting next to you and hoodie- away from earshot. Jeff got the bad end of his shouting, making a face like he was about to murder poor Toby. But the brunette was so distracted by the lights and scenery he didn’t notice. E.J was pretty fascinated too, the height scared him a bit- he was used to being on the ground. Then you all shared some food from the cafeteria and went outside to watch the light show from Canada.

It was such a nice moment, with the sun already set and a hazy glow lingering in the air. You took a deep breath in, the ambiance felt like something unreal. The Epcot ball was illuminated by purplish lights in the background and across the lake you could see all the countries monuments lined with white lights. Slender had Sally on his shoulders so she could take in the view. It made you so happy to be with all of them in an instance like this. You looked back to find L.J eating his candy. With BEN and Hoodie next to you, Masky was leaning on the railing with his elbows next to E.J. and Toby was about to fall asleep. He got pretty startled when the fireworks started, but Sally’s eyes lit up with happiness. She cheered as you watched the group, it was such a kindling time with them. You couldn’t wait for the next day of the trip.

#ben drowned #slenderman #creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta masky #sally williams #brian thomas #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader

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ailendolin · 3 years ago

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Elder Choop for the character ask game? 👉👈

Thank you for sending this ask! 💙Sorry it took me so long to answer it.

One aspect about them I love:

How much of an old grumpy grandpa he can be. It never ceases to amaze me how well Mat plays old characters and Choop is a prime example of that. I love that scene where they’re holding a council session in the middle of the night and Choop is sitting there, clutching his cup and glaring daggers at everything and everyone because it's late and he's tired and why did he ever agree to this? 😂

One aspect I wish more people understood about them:

Mhm maybe how much he seems to genuinely care about Debbie? The Elders, in general, often appear to be rather dismissive of Debbie and her problems and yet they were truly distraught when Debbie seemingly left Yonderland for good in series 3. Like, Choop literally breaks down crying when he has to say goodbye and it’s such a beautiful little moment that shows how important she has become to him.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character:

Since his Younger likes looking at pictures of naked crones, I think it’s not that unlikely Choop once had a fling with the Crone. The other Elders secretly refer to that brief period of time as the Crone Age and would rather forget it ever happened. Choop, on the other hand, looks back on that time fondly and every now and then he and the Crone still meet up for a cup of tea (not at her home, though - because she never has any tea let alone cake and the Oracle quite frankly freaks Choop out).

One character I love seeing them interact with:

Vex. I think I also chose that combination when I did this ask game for Vex but what can I say? I love the little moments of “rivalry” we see between them, like the one in Debbie’s kitchen. “Oh I don’t know, why don’t we ask your mum?” It’s hilarious and I wish we’d seen more of those two squabbling.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more:

Debbie. Like I said before, Choop seems to be very fond of her and I just wish we’d gotten a few more scenes of them interacting outside of the crisis of the week. Something like the Elders celebrating Debbie’s birthday (on the right day this time) for example. Just a quiet moment where the world isn’t ending and they can just talk and have fun together. I'd like to think Choop could have become a sort of father figure to Debbie over time if they'd interacted a little more on a personal level.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character:

Continuing the father figure line of thought: Debbie’s kids love Grandpa Choop. They meet him and the others by accident one day but since the damage is already done Debbie decides to finally tell her family the truth. From then on visits from the Elders are a regular occurrence and the kids are always delighted to see them. They think Choop is the best though because he tells the best stories and can make the funniest voices and faces. Choop loves indulging them and happily takes over bedtime story duty whenever he's around.

He's also the one who catches the two sneaking into Yonderland unallowed and not only makes sure they get home safely but also takes the blame upon himself.

"They just wanted to see Yonderland, Debbie. I didn't think showing them around would be such a big deal. You visit all the time, after all."

"That's different and you know it."

"Is it?"

Debbie fixes him with a glare. "No more taking the kids realm travelling. I mean it, Choop."

The moment she turns her back on him, he winks at the kids and they whisper, "Thank you, Grandpa Choop," before Debbie ushers them up the stairs.

Already answered: Nigel, Thomas, Robin, Pat, Kitty, Julian and Vex

Ask game can be found here.

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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Maybe kink prompt 43 that ends with kink prompt 37 with Michelangelo? 😈

Oh boy I swear that lad is the most susceptible for a situation like that. Let’s see how we make this work.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Leonardo had often reprimanded him for staring because it could be considered rude.

For Mikey though he didn’t necessarily see it as a bad thing. He considered himself a visual person, Mikey simply just loved looking at things. He’d hang with Donnie in the lab because he liked watching his big brother create. He would spend countless hours in videos games merely exploring and finding every nook and cranny the game offered. That’s where art came into play, it was a means for him to loose himself visually, wether he looked it up or he created his own pieces.

Needless to say visual stimuli was always something he enjoyed in his more private moments.

He knows the staring becomes a problem when he meets you. Like April he harbors a crush on you, but then again Mikey had a crush on anything that breathed and he considered pretty. But secretly he considered you more than just pretty, he dare to use words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘brilliant’. Mikey tried to keep the staring at a minimal, quick glances that took in every detail he could in short burst.

He figured it was purely physical, the shape of you was something he’d find himself thinking about even after you left and took your wonderful scent with you. God, your scent, that had been a surprise. It reminded him of candy, sweetness that he was hooked on since the first time he took a bite when little. You radiated something he couldn’t fathom but he understood everything about at the same time.

The problem gets worse when he hugs you for the first time. Sure he had hugged plenty before, even April and that had been an experience, but this? The way you had pulled him tightly against your frame and the happy sigh that hit his neck. Mikey doesn’t remember a hug leaving him like he often felt after a good orgasm. Then, as if the situation needed to escalate even more, you had let go and look at him right in the eyes. He saw every swirl of color and he wanted those colors surrounded him. Your goodbye had been soft, words lingering against his skin like sweat.

Tonight he’s in his room, music playing softly in his headphones as he scrolls through Instagram. He had a ghost account he mostly used for gaming stuff and following some of his gaming friends. You and April had stayed over, crashing in the living room area. Mikey could smell that candy flavored scent all the way over to his room. He pictured you fast a sleep, your beautiful features in restful peace. Your lips parted, the curve of your body...

He groaned shutting his eyes. Even in his minds eye he still saw you, so perfect and soft.

So lovely and beautiful.

The sound of your voice, whenever your mouth took the shape of his name. Mikey looked at the curtain that provided some makeshift privacy, the empty bed above him (Raph had gotten his own space this year) His thumb moved across his phone.

He landed on your page.

He was instantly bombarded with all things you. There was a picture on there that he had memorized like some chant. It wasn’t even a scantily clad beach picture. It was so much more simple than that, it was you laughing. The lighting was just right, the crinkle in the corner of your eyes, that breathtaking smile. Mikey sighed, a heavy loving feeling spreading over his soul.

Man he was truly and utterly in love with you.

Fucking hell.

He left the phone on the bed, scooting up against the array of pillows. The song blended into one that naturally reminded him of you.

Mikey inhaled that scent, his hand rested on his plastron fingers drumming before they caressed a path down to the hem of his joggers. This had become almost ritualistic, he’d think you up or look at your pictures or simply have that scent stored in his memory. Mikey sighed as he pushed his hand into his pants, he felt himself drop out right into his awaiting hand.

He could live with this, if this is all he could have. Just thoughts and images and longing looks all having you at the center of it. He could live with the fantasy of what could be, especially when he grips his cock and slowly teases himself to madness. Every sense taken with you he hastily pushes his pants down, licked his palm and started pumping himself.

Mikey cursed under his breath, the image of you was doing this for him, lips at his jaw, body so close the heat of it felt real. With half lidded eyes he looks down at himself, the mess of precum staining his sheets and his hand. He spreads it, making his strokes so much more pleasing.

For whatever reason, he had looked to the side maybe his eyes wanted to fall on the picture still on his phone but instead he was met with a figure entering his room. He felt so close and figured his mind was playing tricks until he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey are you awa-oh” That caused him to come back to reality and throw the sheets on him. “Shit um...” Mikey couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact, he felt hot for all the opposite reasons. “It’s okay, I uh should’ve tapped on the curtain” You were blushing, this was certainly not how you planned to talking to him about something that had been circling you brain for months.

Mikey was about to make a joke when he noticed his phone was still open, and a picture of you was right between the two of you. Now he really wanted the floor to swallow him, you though remained pensive for a bit.

Much to his shock Mikey felt the bed dip, he saw you kneeling. “I’m going to ask you something and be honest, okay?” Impossibly blue eyes met your e/c, he nodded silently.

“Do you like me?” It was softly whispered.

“...Yeah, like a lot” Mikey fidgeted with his phone, locking it.

“Can I kiss you?” There was no hint of apprehension and that alone left Mikey speechless.

“You want to kiss me?” He asked, you nodded.

Then in something he could only think up in his most lustful musings he saw you crawl onto his lap. Before he could question if you sincerely wanted to do this your lips had found his.

Overwhelmingly beautiful, that’s the only way he could describe kissing you. Your hand cupped his cheek, the other behind his head. Mikey didn’t know why his hand landed at your forearm but the delicateness of that part gutted him. You were so delicate and breakable in his eyes and here touching a part of you it resonated so profoundly.

Mikey’s eyes were wide as saucers when you leaned back and pulled up your sleep shirt tossing it. “Is this okay?” Your hands lingered at the sports bra you still had on. Mikey licked his lips, his hands found the fabric. “It is.. are you okay with it too? Can I...?” You nodded and Mikey began to push up the garment over your head. There was a rush of emotions coursing through both of your bodies. This regardless of the rapid acelaration happening, felt right.

Mikey merely admired the flesh he would dream of. The warmth of your skin, the shyness in your gaze. “Beautiful, you’re so beautiful Y/n” His voice gave you goosebumps, you smiled fondly before crashing into his lips again. You teasingly pressed your tongue into him and he nearly melted against you with a shiver. You pressed your forehead against his, an openness to your gaze that said so much. Mikey swallowed, his throat felt so dry and his body was a live wire. You pushed the sheet that had been covering him, gaze never leaving his.

“Oh god” Mikey moaned when you gripped and stroked him slowly.

“Want you...” You mumbled against his jaw, the scales were so comforting.

“Me too, for months now” Mikey confesses with a groan. You smile against his cheek, a relieved sigh escaping you. For months he said, for months.

You moved your underwear to the side and descended onto his member. Mikey hissed and gripped your thighs, the heat felt like nothing he expected. That initial breach left him pulseless. He found your face and was knocked over with the way your skin flushed and how each inch that entered her made her moan.

When you were fully sat on him you wrapped yourself around Mikey and held him so close. That act alone was everything to him. He held you close, letting you take charge of the pace. “God you feel so good” You whispered against his neck, Mikey felt his stomach do a somersault at those words. This couldn’t be a dream now could it? He prayed he wasn’t about to wake up. With each upward and downward stroke of her walls it was positive that this was actually happening.

“Please, please, please” Mikey knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, with how tight and perfect you felt the end was close. “It’s ok Mikey, do it, I want you to do it” You kissed up his neck, your hips quickening. A sound you weren’t even sure what could be left him, it was a deep vibrating and that along was something you wanted to hear again and again. Mikey held onto you for life, emptying himself in you in a way he’d never felt he could.

His brain felt like a gummy bear, he wasn’t even aware what was happening when you reached between the two of you and rubbed vigorolously. The tightness around his member was so overstimulating that he moaned weakly. You fell against him breathing hard, Mikey held you equally tired.

“Are you okay?” Mikey made an affirmative noise, hand rubbing lazy circles on your back. “Stay with me please” His voice was sleepy, you smokeless weakly and nodded.

Mikey fell a sleep with that candy scent surrounding him, your warmth a too him.

Completely engulfed in everything he loved about you.

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silma-words · 4 years ago

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14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” for adrian x mc?

N/A: Thank you for the prompt @detectivedumortain 😊 I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you will like it!

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Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Alcohol consumption

Category: Random fluff

Summary: Bloodbound AU (after book 1 – the events of book 2 never happened) – While Ellie is gone out with her friends, Adrian receives a much unexpected message from her after she has had one too many drinks…

Inspired by prompt #14 from Prompt List #1: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

Words: 2450

**Disclaimer: Characters and background plot are the property of Pixelberry.**

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The hangover

Adrian was lying lazily on his couch, nose buried deep in the folds of an old worn-out book, when a sound made him jump out of his concentration, drawing his attention to the phone lying face down on the coffee table. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the device and the page he very much wanted to keep exploring. When the ping was immediately followed by another four, he smiled fondly and dropped the book onto his lap, knowing with certainty who these texts would be from.

*You don’t know what you’re missing*

*Drop your boring book and join us*

*I promise you won’t regret it*

*They have that fancy whiskey you love, Macallan Sherry Oak*

*And play decent music that even you would approve of*

Her texts made him chuckle, secretly filling him with warmth knowing that she was thinking about him on her night out with Lily and a few of their friends. As much as Adrian wanted to spend all of his time with her if he could, he was convinced that they both needed some time for themselves once in a while. Especially when Ellie and Lily were planning to meet with some of their common friends, with whom it was always a little tricky to keep up appearances to make sure they did not find out about the vampire world.

Adrian was not a huge fan of texting, but he couldn’t leave her hanging. That, and he also did appreciate the chance to interact a little with her despite the distance.

*Macallan Sherry Oak, hum? Consider me impressed*

The fact that she remembered which whiskey his favourite was made him smile. She did not lie during her interview: she did have a great memory.

*Sounds tempting, but maybe another time? I feel that I’d enjoy this new bar way more with you alone*

Once he read over his text again, he worried for a second that it might have been a tad too blunt. He really needed to get a hand around these ‘emoji’ thingies, and start using those. It took a few minutes until the phone pinged again with her response.

*Is that a date then, Mr Raines?*

The winking smiley face ending her message eased his worries instantly. Another proof that emojis did actually have a purpose.

*Sure it is, Miss Reed*

His answer was met with a flurry of pictograms, making him smile brightly, before he drifted back to his reading, confident that Ellie would be soon too distracted by her friends to continue their exchange. And he was right. His phone remained awfully quiet for hours, letting him indulge in his ‘boring book’ (her words) and slowly doze off on the sofa.

When he eventually woke up from his unexpected nap, his attention was captured by the flickering light of his phone, indicating that he had missed a few notifications while he was out. A couple of work emails, a few newsflash from his financial news app, and... eleven text messages, and five missed calls. All from Ellie.

He raised up quickly to sit properly and open the messages, a ball forming in his throat at the idea that maybe something had happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. This woman had a talent for trouble. But his worries faded instantly upon browsing quickly over her texts, which were... nothing but a succession of random pictures of her evening, accompanied by random sentences full of typos. The series of text ended with a bunch of random fruit and veg emoji that Adrian was not quite sure how to interpret.

Adrian chortled at this. Well, the girls were having a good night by the looks of it!

Checking the timing of her missed calls, he saw that these had been only a few minutes apart, but that she had eventually left a couple of voice messages. He could not repress a laughter upon hearing her inebriated voice as he started listening to the first recording, nearly able to picture from her pitch the blissful smile that must have adorned her lips as she spoke.

*Hey, handsome! I guess you’re probably asleep or something but... huumm, I just wanted to hear your voice... because I... hum, well... I guess ‘cause I’m missing you like crazy right now and I wish you were here... although tis’ probably best you’re not, you’d probably be embarrassed of my sorry drunk ass right now but... aaarh, I guess I just wanted you to know that I miss you, even if I see you aaaalll the tiiiime and... aaarrg I probably shouldn’t say that... you’re goin’ to freak out and think I’m like some kind of overly needy panda bear clinging to your leg... oh god, why the hell am I sayin’ t...* /end of message/

Adrian’s smile was nearly reaching his ears by the time that first message was cut by the robotic voice, the corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement, but his eyes gleaming with warmth at the sound of Ellie’s declaration. The seconds he had to wait for the next voice message to play nearly seemed interminable.

*Hum, well... sorry about that... hum… right, hum… nevermind! Well, I should probably get going now and leave you to whatever your old ass is doin’ right now but… aaarh I guess I’ll see you soon at work on Monday anyway… or before if you want, or… but if you don’t that’s fine… aaarh ok, that’s me hanging up now, before I get even weirder… byyyye!! I love you!.......... ooohhh sh…* /end of message/

Well. That was a hell of a message. Adrian was beaming, the sound of her voice still ringing in his ears, the sweetness and awkwardness of her ramble warming his body all over. And his heart was slowly restarting after it had jumped and landed with a thud when he had heard her last words.

He had definitely not been expecting that. Neither did she, by the sound of the muttered curse that seemed to have followed. Neither of them had spoken these words before. Neither of them had dared rushing things by voicing their feelings out loud. Although to Adrian, those feelings were as clear as day. Silently expressed in the way he looked at her, touched her, cared for her. But he did not want to presume that Ellie was feeling the same, although he had been desperately hoping so. Hearing her saying it out loud was a relief, an unexpected gift that he was not still entirely sure he deserved.

But what to do now? Should he say it back? Run to find her to tell her he felt the same? She might not even remember saying it, judging by the state of intoxication she seemed to have been under when she called. She might even regret it, or might not have even meant it. The conflicting thoughts now rushing through his head instantly washed down the smile from his lips. Oh God, it was like being a teenager all over again!

He had to go and see her. At least to check if she had made it home ok.

His mood swinging from elation to anxiety as he was replaying her messages in his head, he made his way to Lily’s and Ellie’s apartment, eager to see her but nervous about what he should say. That journey seemed to last forever. So did waiting at the door for someone to let him in, his ears trained on the slow and familiar heartbeat he could hear through the solid wood. Luckily, Lily was quick to answer the door, although she was clearly surprised.

“Hey A!” she greeted him with a smile, before furrowing her brows in concern. “Oh no, what kind of messages did she send you? Did she freak you out?! That was a bit of a struggle at some point to get her hands away from her stupid phone..!”

“No, no, don’t worry Lily”, he reassured her. “I… I just wanted to check up on her as the night seemed to have been quite… wild?”.

Lily sniggered at his choice of words. “Oh yeah, that was a good night!”, she beamed, gesturing for him to come in, before adding with a grin, “… although I don’t know what Ellie would say right now… I had kind of forgotten the lovely after-effects that overly sweet and cheap cocktails can have on a human organism… and so did she, I reckon.”

Lily giggled a little at this, shooting an adorable apologetic grin at Adrian as if to prevent him from even thinking about blaming her for Ellie’s massive hangover. If she had reached that stage yet.

“Well, may I go and see the damage for myself?” he asked with a grin.

“Be my guest! But I hope you have learnt how to block your nostrils over the years, coz in there... yuk!”

They both shared a laugh at this, as Adrian dropped his coat and jacket on a chair before heading towards Ellie's room, bracing himself as he knocked softly at the door “Ellie? May I come in?”

His call was met by the sounds of ruffling sheets and by an intelligible grumble that he interpreted as a ‘yes'. Slowly pushing the door open, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room to find Ellie’s form, surprisingly not tucked in the sheets, but instead awkwardly sat on the floor by her bed. Her cheek was resting on the edge of the mattress, her arms sprawled around her head lazily as if to prevent herself from slipping off to the floor.

Adrian quietly crossed the room to kneel by her side, laying a comforting hand between her shoulder blades while reaching over her arm to brush away the sticky strands of hair from her face, revealing a pale figure staring ahead into nothingness, her mouth slightly open as she was taking in shallow breaths.

“Oh sweetheart…” he sighted softly, offering her a warming smile as her eyes finally seemed to have focused on him. Caressingly gently the burning skin of her temple, he offered: “Do you want to stay down here, or do you want me to move you to the bed?”

It took Ellie a while to answer, as if gathering her thoughts as well as her strength to voice them was beyond achievable for her. She finally nodded weakly, her lips finally moving to let her feeble voice out: “I tried but… couldn’t get back on the bed after I…”.

Nodding back at her to show her that she did not need to say any more, he pressed a quick peck on her forehead before gently moving around to collect her limp body in his arms and deposit her carefully onto the bed. Helping her out of her clothes was the next step, and Ellie did not complain whatsoever during the whole process, focused on keeping her eyes closed to try to ignore what this shuffling around was doing to her stomach. Once he was done, Adrian sat by her side on the edge of the bed, one hand holding hers onto his lap, the other on the side of her neck so he could brush his thumb over her cheek soothingly.

“Sounded like you had a great night yesterday” Adrian teased, as Ellie looked at him with foggy eyes, attempting to raise a sceptical brow but failing miserably.

“Yes we had… but” she had to stop for a second, her stomach heaving dangerously, “not so much fun now”.

“Yes I can imagine”, he chuckled lightly, his eyes roaming over her features to check everything else was alright.

Lost in the peaceful silence that was filling in the room as she was gradually relaxing next to him, securely tucked in in the bedsheets, Adrian had nearly forgotten why he had initially rushed to her place. That was until he saw her eyes suddenly snap open and her brow furrow, as she broke the silence to ask: “Wait… what do you mean by ‘sounded like you had a great night’?”

Well, at least that answered his previous concern that she might not remember was she had said in her messages. He could just pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, and leave it at that, hoping that those words would grace her lips once more in the near future, under better circumstances. Hopefully. Except he did not want to pretend. Or could not.

“You don’t remember calling me last night?”, he asked softly, unable to hide the gleam of expectation in his eyes.

Her frown and confused gaze answered his question before her lips did. “No I….” she started, before suddenly widening her eyes in silent realisation, as glimpses of last night’s drunk endeavours resurfaced to hit her in the face. Eyes wide, she was starting to remember… bits after bits… and then all of it.

“Oh nooooo…”, she muttered, the blood somehow suddenly finding its way back to her cheeks despite the weakness of her body. If the flush of her skin and the thumping of her heart were not enough to ensure Adrian that she was now remembering everything she had said, the sheepish smile that adorned her face as she dropped her eyes to their joined hands was proof enough.

Squeezing her hand a little more tightly, he braced himself: “Ellie, I…”

But as he was about to speak, Ellie suddenly straightened up in the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and she heaved once more, her body violently reminding her that now was not the time for heart-to-heart conversations. No. Now was the time for her to pay the consequences for over indulging on G&Ts and margaritas a few hours before.

Clutching Adrian’s arm to keep herself up, she pleaded weakly, the corner of her mouth curled in a feeble smile that showed that she was admitting defeat: “Adrian, please… just… please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to…. I’m gonna need you to carry me to the bathroom…”.

If Adrian was a little disappointed, he did not show it. Probably because he knew that now was clearly not the right time to discuss this. And probably because he could see the reassurance in her eyes that she was not going to take her words back. They would get to this part again eventually, there was no point in rushing things just because the alcohol had loosened her lips.

Smiling at her warmly, he simply nodded, pushing the bedsheets away to cradle her trembling body once more in his arms and carry her to the bathroom. She was right. Now was not the right time. He would tell her. Eventually. Just not right now.

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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Kairi’s Training Prompt

-After Melody of Memory-

* SPOILER WARNING *

I couldn’t stop thinking about it... I must have gotten over-confident... no, that’s not it. I feel it in my heart. I know why I said that to Riku... Even knowing I wasn’t nearly as ready to face the dangers of a... unreality world... I was just expecting Riku to say what you did.

When I first came back, you had asked if I was ready. It took me by surprise for a minute... but then, you always did.

Riku... I won’t say I’m sorry for asking to go with him, but I will say I knew and respected his honest hesitation.

With how I currently am... and with all the amazing adventures you and him have been on... I’ll keep you safe, Sora. Riku will find you, and I’ll be ready.

When the time is right, Master Aqua will tell me. I will either return to the Final World... or I’ll greet you and Riku when you get back.

But I’m not waiting any longer.

Aqua flung her keyblade up as the two were locked in a duel mid-air. Kairi, clenching her teeth, opened her mouth a moment at the realization of her next attack. Attempting to face it head on instead of her usual dodging route, she spun her keyblade around and fired off a new ranged attack she had been trying to work on.

Aqua was taking her seriously, and unleashed her powerful attack that sent a violent, rippling wave right through her spheres of light, and cut Kairi back to the ground.

As her head hit the dirt, she relived the moment in her heart, where Xehanort had revealed himself before...

As Aqua approached, Kairi’s head was still ringing, and looking up... the dark illusion of him coming towards her glitched into her reality.

“Eh.. ah..!” she shook her head, scooting back a moment as she recounted how easily he would grab her keyblade, how weak she was to try and rival a master. “No...” she gripped her hand into a tight fist by her heart, looking away from the glitching images of Aqua being replaced by Master Xehanort.

“I won’t... fall again!” She pushed off the ground, gripping her keyblade in a new way and shoving it into Aqua’s.

Aqua saw something different in Kairi... a glimmer of raw power she didn’t see before.

“This is...” Her eyes widened... seeing Sora within them. “I see now.” She smiled, and broke the tension of their two keyblades colliding, pushing Kairi back. “Looks like I’m not the only one teaching you strength.” She was glad to see that there was some influence, but couldn’t pin-point exactly why Kairi’s eyes reflected his own spirit in them...

‘They were close friends...’ she told herself, but as she quickly analyzed the battled previously, she noticed that every time she was about to mention--let’s say, Kairi’s footing--that she’d already adjust as though something was nudging her in the right direction.

“...Will lingers.” she spoke aloud, though secretly to herself, but through Kairi’s panting and waiting to see what her opponent would do... she heard it.

“What?” She broke her stance, standing upright again and out of her battle-ready position.

Aqua was looking down, remembering Terra and shook her head as Kairi snapped her out of her thoughts. “Sorry.” She gestured her with her hand towards her, “I should... make it a habit not to think too much while we’re training.” She swiped her keyblade out in front of her again, letting it rest elegantly by her side. “Where were we?”

Kairi’s eyes narrowed again, “You said... will lingers. What do you mean?”

Silence... as Aqua stared at her, wondering...

She sighed, at last, “That’s enough training for today.” Relaxing, she approached Kairi again, placing a hand on her shoulder, “We’ll get your tolerance to attacks up, lots of strength training should do it. As for stamina to keep you up during combat...” She removed the hand to then put it up to her chin, “How about a few laps around the place?”

She was cheery, and her positive but fierce training style was exactly what Kairi wanted.

“Right. A few laps.” Kairi took off, letting her keyblade fade into sparkling dusts of light.

“And no flying!” Aqua cupped her hand to the side of her mouth to make sure her voice and advice carried through the wind. With a slight inward chuckle to herself, she looked fondly after Kairi’s racing image.

“Huh?” She then blinked and scanned the image again... seeing Sora running right alongside Kairi before she looked away, shook her head, and squinted through the light of the sun.

It was just Kairi.

“...I... Hmm... Guess I still need to adjust to the light.” She amused out loud, a bad habit. Though... it didn’t concern her, her odd mirage.

She was glad to recognize some of Sora in her.

That was what she was recognizing,.. right?

After circling about a few times, Kairi looked behind her shoulder, seeing that Aqua had gone and looked off to her favorite meditative spot.

She was focused keenly in on it, a cliff that overlooked the vastness of time to her... a beautiful scenery to be alone.

Though, she wasn’t quite comfortable being alone... she was used to it.

Master Aqua has been training me for days now. Though, I know it’s only been a short time since Riku’s departure in the Final World, I feel as though I’ve gotten stronger.

Maybe I’m a fast learner. It makes me happy to think that.

...How are you, Sora? Still having amazing adventures? I just know you are. I can’t picture you being so disheartened, it’s not like you.

I have a feeling... you’re waiting this time. And don’t worry, I won’t keep you waiting nearly as long as you did me!

Sorry... that was a joke, and this time, I will admit my wrong.

I know you and Riku miss our time on Destiny Island. When we returned the first time from the Final World... do you remember what you told me?

You promised you would return.

I...

Kairi held the pen up to her cheek, as though wondering if she should say this. Pen was permeant. She sort of... wished she had brought a pencil then.

But nonetheless, she told herself, “Well, no going back now.” And happily continued in her quiet letter to Sora. A pastime she felt she needed to do now, not just for herself.

Somehow... she felt his heart could read it. And secretly... she hoped it’d give him strength.

I felt your hand tighten around mine. Though we had seen fireworks, ate sea-salt ice cream together,... even got your friend back with his. I never felt such longing before...

Maybe because you were never physically there, because our hearts were always so connected before.

But in that moment, I had never felt more away from you.

Kairi felt a tear on her cheek and quickly scraped it away, getting ink on her face, but not noticing it.

She kept writing.

Is that strange? To feel close to you when you’re away, and be so happy when we’re together at last... but then, in a moment you wanted me to feel even more so that you would always be there... I felt like your hand was saying goodbye.

I know that’s silly. You hate goodbyes. And honestly? I hate them too.

I know you wanted to comfort me, and you really did. Honest, you did.

The ink smeared across her face as her warm tears kept sliding gently but in a hurried stream down her cheek. Her wrist kept wiping them, but to no avail.

Her vision was blurry, and it made her smile even more.

I miss you. Sora, when I was reliving your past, that time I was in your heart... I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Our fates are one, now... but my fate has never been my own to choose.

I didn’t know that. Did you?

Is that why you were always chasing after me? Is that why I always got you hurt?

I know you wouldn’t say that. Not to my face, anyway. Oh, by the way, Donald and Goofy are really worried about you... But I told them you’re pint is still enough to get back to them!

Suddenly, Kairi felt that presence again... she saw herself glowing and looked at her hand, amazed as her body flashed into light.

Sora then opened his eyes, looking lovingly to the pen, and scribbled words down as quickly as he could. He had a big grin on his face, enjoying every moment of it, before nodding that he was done.

He then took his hand and wiped the remaining tears and ink on her face, carefully trying to indirectly help clean her up, and then closed his eyes again.

Kairi’s body flashed in light and she was herself again; still in a bit of shock, she looked back down at her hand with the pen in it.

“Wha...” she looked at her letter...

and covered her mouth as her eyes widened in more tears.

You know good and well I wouldn’t ever even think that, Kairi!

Even the first line blew her away. “Sora...” She laughed to herself, but noticed there was more and quickly looked over it.

“I never had a reply before...”

Your fate and mine are intertwined now, remember? I know you once forgot my name, but that’s okay. My memory was replaced by Naminé once! So I guess we’re even on that one.

She had to stop reading only to close her eyes and cry, breathing through her hand tightly clasped over her sobbing mouth.

She blinked her eyes open to see what else was written then.

My voice... and maybe even most of me might be consciously lost in another world... one of fiction and fantasy. But Kairi? No matter where I am, I know our hearts will find each other.

You’ve always been my guiding key.

She dropped the paper, covering her face and trying to compose herself. “Sora... Sora..!” She wished she could say the same thing back to him.

As the paper fell to the ground, it was suddenly swooped up by the wind, threatening to fall off the cliff.

“Ah! No!” She darted after it, reaching down at the edge as it floated in twisting turns off the cliff edge.

Determined to read the last of his message, not knowing if they could ever communicate like that again, she rushed back and took a leaping dive off the cliff.

Her hand grasped for the letter’s paper... and finally, grabbed it. “Ah-ha!” she grinned with an open mouth before gliding over the sea and turning over the trees to land safely back to the ground.

She looked to see the last of his message flapping in the newly strong wind that had picked up, seeing it say...

Look to the sky, Kairi. I promised, didn’t I? I’m coming back, and when I do, we’re gonna see all those worlds together again! This time, my hand won’t squeeze so tight... but my arms will.

“Kairi?”

Looking up from the crinkled and flapping paper in her hands, Aqua’s voice had startled her momentarily.

“O-oh, Master Aqua...” She didn’t realize...

Aqua’s hand flung up to her face in surprise, “W-...What happened to you?”

Kairi tried to look down at her cheeks, not realizing that Sora had made the mess even worse, spreading the ink all over her face...

“Ah..!” Embarrassed, she laughed and tried to get it off again. “It.. It won’t come off!” She panicked only slightly, “The wind from when I was flying must have dried it!”

“Flying? Didn’t I tell you-... ah, nevermind.” Aqua shook her head, thinking it best to put her ‘Training’ aside for a moment. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” she kindly spoke out and walked over to her, helping her to the sea so she could wash her face off.

Kairi then looked up to the sky... and swore she saw a cloud spell out... smile.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts melody of memory #cutegirlmayra #sokai #soraxkairi #kingdom hearts prompt #sokai prompt #kh #khmom #melody of memory #spoiler alert!

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Teenage Love Story, Part Five- S.M.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Shawn writes his own version of "Lover” for you, a.k.a an extension of part four mainly from Shawn’s point of view.

Word Count: 2500

Previous Parts: Teaser One Two Three Four

Warnings: lil bit of sexual jokes if you squint

Based on: Lover (Remix) by Taylor Swift ft. Shawn Mendes

A/N: Here’s the fifth part no one expected six months later...

~~~

August 2019

Shawn couldn’t help himself as he paced nervously in his hotel room. He had just finished his show in Boston, and he should be filled with exhilarating adrenaline; instead, he was overcome by nerves.

He found himself in a catch 22 of sorts- Taylor had just released a new song, Lover, and he knew that you wrote a good amount of that track, but he missed you and he knew the song would only make the pain in his heart grow. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to listen to it, if he could even bring himself to listen to it. It was supposed to be your song, your love ballad to him; and he knew it must be good if Taylor released it as a single. Who was he kidding- he thought every song you wrote was good.

“It’s just a song.” Shawn whispered to himself as he played with the phone in his hands, “I’ve listened to all of Y/N’s songs. This isn’t any different.” He kept talking to himself, shaking his head as he tried to reach a decision. “That’s it. I’m going to do it.”

Sighing, he laid down on the bed and opened up Spotify. Of course, it was advertised at the top of his phone: “Taylor Swift’s new single, Lover, out now”. He began the song and listened intently.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January,

This our place, we make the rules,

And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear,

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” Shawn let out a heartbroken laugh, remembering back to that day that he first read through your journal. He knew it was private, but he just desperately wanted to know. That was the day he gave you that promise ring and promised to always be yours.

As the song continued on, Shawn felt his eyes begin to sting with tears. Defeated, he stared up at the ceiling, longing to hold you again.

“And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you,

I’ve loved your three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all,” He didn’t need to even think about whether it was you or Taylor who wrote that line; he knew it was you. He saw that in your journal as well, and he had told himself he wanted all of your summers too; yet, here he was, spending his first summer without you in years.

As the song ended, Shawn put it on repeat and just stayed there, crying alone in his hotel room. If anyone were to walk in, he doubted that he could even bring himself to be embarrassed of his current; his head was filled with thoughts of you. He just wanted you and only you.

He wiped away his tears and looked at his phone clearly for the first time since he first heard the song. Spotify had credited you as a co-writer of the song. Shawn smiled fondly, glad that you finally took credit for your song-writing talent. He found himself reading over your past text messages to each other from all those months ago. You were so in love back then. He wanted to reach out, to tell you he loved the song, to say that he was proud of you, to apologize for hurting you.

But he couldn’t. He thought maybe you had moved on, maybe you had found someone better than him. He knew that you deserve the best and he highly doubted that he was the best for you.

Abandoning his hopeless scroll through the text messages, he began to go through his photos. He didn’t think it would make him feel any better, but that bittersweet feeling of reminiscing was all he could get at that moment. Photos of your time together was the closest he could get to you.

He had an album titled “Lover” that he had started while you were still together. While the pictures and videos were all out of order, he still admired it. You found it cheesy but embarrassing as he had some pretty questionable photos of you saved in there. You’d never admit it to him, but you adored it.

The very first picture was the first one of the two of you. It was of you two backstage of the 1989 tour; you were sat in Shawn’s lap and he had his hands over yours as he showed you how to play one of his songs on guitar. Taylor had taken that picture, and she was so proud of her matchmaking work. At that point, you and Shawn had been dating for a little under a month. He loved that photo so much that it was still framed on the wall in his house.

One of his favorite photos was of the two of you dressed as Jack and Rose from The Titanic for Halloween, when Shawn managed to come visit you for the holiday while you were away at college. You had both agreed to do a couple’s costume, and the idea of using The Titanic came from a movie marathon the night before. You watched everything from that to Dirty Dancing to Mamma Mia. Shawn felt himself starting to blush thinking back to that night- you two definitely focused more on each other than the actual movies.

Next, he found a video from your three year anniversary when he surprised you with a candle lit dinner. As if that wasn’t romantic enough, the two of you danced around in the kitchen all night. Shawn had taken a short video of you singing “Let’s Get It On” to him, “C’mon baby, let your love come out, if you believe in love, let’s get it on”. He dropped his video at the end because you pulled him in for a heated kiss, and in that moment he couldn’t care less about his phone.

His favorite picture of the two of you came up next. It was a simple photograph of Shawn kissing outside of your college townhouse. Sitting on the top step of the stoop, you were looking down at Shawn, who was sitting between your legs. He remembered it was definitely an awkward angle for a kiss, as his head was practically upside down, but that was one of the moments in which wanting to kiss you outweighed all other discomforts. Connor had taken that picture of the two of you, and Shawn kept it as his phone lock screen until you broke up.

Following a string of goofy selfies taken between you two, Shawn found a video of you. You had secretly recorded it on his phone before he left for tour, knowing that he’d find it under his special photo album.

“Hey, honey,” You smiled into the camera, “If you’ve found this video, that means you’re going through old pictures of us and you’re missing me. I’m missing you too. I don’t know where you’ll be when you see this, but have a great time on tour. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you, just don’t go getting yourself any groupies,” You teased, “I’m counting down the days until I get to see you again. I love you, Shawn.” You blew a kiss into the camera before the video ended.

He let out a shaky breath and set his phone aside. Sniffling, he went and grabbed his guitar, deciding he should probably take some time to work out his feelings, rather than just wallowing in his self-pity.

No matter what melody he attempted to play, he just came back to the chords of “Lover”. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and began to play the song to himself.

“We could light a bunch of candles,

And dance around the kitchen, baby,

Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall,

We would sit on the stoop,

I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty,

See, I finally got you now, honey, I won’t let you fall,” He paused, realizing the lyrics weren’t the words you had written. Quickly grabbing his notebook, Shawn wrote down the lyrics, wanting to hold onto them in case some opportunity presented itself to use them later on. He continued playing, using your lyrics for inspiration,

“Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth,

The girl in my story has always been you

I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true, for you, lover,”

Shawn added the new lyrics into his journal, his fingers tracing the words. He set aside the guitar and journal, knowing it was probably well past time for him to go to sleep. With an early flight tomorrow morning and the alarm clock informing him that it was now 1 AM, he decided it would be a good idea to get some rest. Lying down in bed, Shawn drifted off to sleep with thoughts of you.

~~~

November 2019

Making his way through the busy airport, Shawn was the happiest he had been in a long while. A large smile grew on his face as he saw you waiting for him by the baggage claim. He ran up to you and engulfed you in a large hug. Holding you tightly, he spun you around as you laughed.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Shawn said, setting you down and keeping his arms around your waist.

“I’ve missed you too.” You barely managed to get your words out before he kissed you passionately. You let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, “Shawn, paparazzi.”

“I think I’m completely justified in kissing my girlfriend.” He stated, letting go of your hips to hold your hand.

“You are, but I’d rather not give the paparazzi exactly what they want.” You teased.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Shawn joked with a wink, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Soon enough, the bags began to surface from the plane, and Shawn grabbed his luggage, ready to leave the airport. You held tightly onto Shawn’s hand as you left the airport, escorted by Shawn’s small security team through the swarm of paparazzi.

Once back in the safety of your townhouse, you and Shawn found yourselves cuddling on your bed as Shawn was exhausted from his day of traveling. With your head resting on his chest, you listened to the sound of his heartbeat; his hands trailed up and down your back soothingly. The serene moment was disrupted by Shawn’s phone ringing.

“Needed already?” You teased as he shuffled slightly underneath you to answer his phone.

“They never let me rest.” Shawn joked, answering the call. You shifted to rest your head on his bicep so it’d be easier for him to speak. “Hello?”

“Hey, Shawn,” Your ears perked up from hearing your sister’s voice on the other line. Shawn looked down at you as you raised your eyebrows questioningly at him.

“Taylor, what’s up?” He asked, trying to inconspicuously turn down the volume. You felt his heartbeat speed up and you knew he was trying to hide something about the phone call from you. You couldn’t make out what your sister told him, but he replied back with a few ‘yeah's' and ‘that’d be incredible’. He hung up the phone and peered over at you, as you watched him expectantly.

“So, what did Taylor want?” You questioned.

“We may or may not have made a collaboration.” Shawn replied.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yep.” He nodded, his fingers finding yours. He was nervous about something, which only made you more curious. You were about to press further, when his stomach let out a large growl.

“Have you not eaten at all today or something?”

“I think I had a bagel mid-flight.” Shawn said. You sat up and pulled him up with you.

“You need to eat, come on.” You stated, now distracted by making sure your boyfriend was fed. As you got him together some leftovers for lunch, he began to play music. You let out a laugh as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” began to play.

“Remember when I surprised you for our three year?” Shawn asked, his hands on your hips as he swayed softly to the music. He began to press light kisses to your neck.

“Remember how you almost burned your hand with a candle?” You teased.

“Hm, I must’ve blocked that out.” He laughed, giving you a kiss on your lips before going back to focusing on your neck.

“Shawn, why are you being so touchy, right now?” You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a giggle as his stubble tickled your sensitive neck.

“I just really love you.” He replied.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You lightly pushed him away as the microwave finished. You handed him his plate of food, telling him to eat. He ate the food so quickly, you would have thought that he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“So, what’s this collaboration with Taylor all about? I hope you know that you’re an awful liar.” You said.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you.” Shawn answered, “But I have a feeling you won’t let this drop.” “You know me so well.” You smiled.

“Come here,” Shawn led you to your living room and you sat on the couch while he grabbed one of your guitars. He went into ‘performance mode’, as you liked to call it. He teased, “I’d like to dedicate this next song to my lover.”

You laughed and clapped along in encouragement. You softly smiled as he began to play the beginning of “Lover”. He sang the first verse, and you grew a little confused; he was simply singing your song. As much as you loved it, it felt like a cover. That was until he got to the second verse. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as he adjusted the lyrics to fit with his own memories of your relationship. By the end of the song, you had tears in your eyes, feeling nothing but love for your boyfriend.

“Did you like it?” Shawn asked, putting down the guitar.

“I love it.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad you like it. I was nervous because you already made the song so perfect. I wanted to write you my own love letter through it. You deserve the best, so that’s all I could hope for.” You cut him off with another kiss, effectively stopping his worried rambling.

“That’s the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. And Shawn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” It was then that Shawn true happiness, in the arms of you, his lover.

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fluff

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ewankoseyo · 5 years ago

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good to you || yugyeom imagine

Yugyeom wants to be the man for you, but you won’t stop seeing him as a child.

A/N: She’s back! Slightly cheesy, but this is me trying to get back in the groove.

Yugyeom nearly jumped in place and spat out his water when he heard clapping behind him.

“Gyeomie, that was amazing!”

Instantly recognizing your voice, he felt his breath getting caught up in his throat.

“Noona! What are you—how long have you been standing there?”

You stood there in the doorway of the dance studio, giggling as you took in his flustered form. You didn’t know if his face was red from dancing or from getting caught. As sweat dripped down his neck, Yugyeom was still trying to catch his breath from the difficult routine he was practicing.

“Just a minute...or two or three,” you answered mischievously. “I was just passing by when I saw you through the window. I didn’t want to interrupt so I figured I’d say hi when you were finished. Is that what you’re going to perform at the festival?”

Yugyeom nodded bashfully, trying to avert his gaze to anywhere but you. “The festival’s already next week, so I need to put in as much practice as I can.”

He swore that his heart was going to explode right out of his chest as you beamed at him.

“I know you’re going to do great. You always do,” you encouraged. “And you can count on me to be right in the front row cheering you on.”

“Thank you,” was all Yugyeom could say as he casted his gaze downwards with a shy smile. His classmates often complimented him on his dancing but hearing your praise always made him feel like he won the lottery.

“Gosh, you’re so talented,” you continued, leaning casually against the wall. “I wish I could dance like you. Then I wouldn’t look like such a fool at dances.”

Little did you know, Yugyeom found your “bad dancing” quite adorable.

“You know Noona, if you want, I could teach you a dance...” He silently cursed the way his voice had cracked in the middle of his sentence but continued on. “I was going to stay here to practice until school closed anyway.”

You gave him an apologetic smile. “I wish I could, but I was actually on the way to see the breakdancing club.”

“The breakdancing club?”

“Yeah, Jaebum asked me to help record a video of them as promo for the festival,” you replied excitedly. “I should actually get going, but I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”

“Oh, right...” Yugyeom nodded with a thin smile, attempting to hide his disappointment. It was no secret to him that you had taken an interest in the b-boying leader. What girl at this school didn’t? Jaebum was calm, cool, and collected. He may seem intimidating and indifferent from his resting scowl, but he was actually quite personable and charming when you talked to him. He was handsome, smart, poised—everything Yugyeom believed he wasn’t.

If Jaebum asked you with his charming smile and eye crinkles to help him, you would have been a fool to refuse.

“Well...thanks for stopping by...”

“Yup, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Giving him one last smile, you left him alone once again in the studio.

Yugyeom collapsed to the floor, the fatigue of practice finally hitting him. He stared back at his reflection in the mirror, relaxing his jaw and furrowing his eyebrows slightly, mimicking the usual expression of the object of your desires. He groaned after a moment, realizing his expression could never hold a candle to Jaebum’s.

No matter what face he made, he would always look like a child.

You would always see him as a child.

——

Yugyeom’s mother used to tell him stories of how she fell for his father. While the other boys at school would try to impress her with game winning goals or the highest test score in class, his father was the only one to take the time to put his mother before himself. He often offered to carry her books to class, offered his seat to her on the bus when it was full, and always asked her about her day. These were the simplest things, but she appreciated the gestures nevertheless.

To Yugyeom’s mother, chivalry was what separated the men from the boys.

Yugyeom always thought of you before himself, but maybe he needed to be a bit more forward. So whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would take the time to seem more like a man to you.

“Noona, that looks heavy! Let me get that for you!”

“It’s okay Gyeomie, I got it!” Despite your protests, Yugyeom relieved the heavy box from your arms—which he would never admit was too heavy for him—and took it into the classroom.

“What’s all this stuff for?” Yugyeom asked with a huff as he put down the box onto one of the desks.

“The festival planning committee is having a little karaoke party to celebrate our hard work before we start setting up the school tomorrow,” you explained as you removed some mics and cords from the box. “You should join too since you’re dancing tomorrow! None of this would have been possible without our lineup of performers.”

“Sounds fun.” Yugyeom grinned, busying himself with untangling some wires to hide the redness that was surely on his cheeks. “Can I help you out with setting up the room?”

You beamed gratefully at the taller boy, the crinkles by your eyes sending his head spinning.

“I’d really appreciate that. You’re the best Gyeomie!”

The two of you spent the next hour putting the room together. Yugyeom danced around the room hanging up fairy lights, his antics eliciting a hearty laugh from you as you set up the karaoke system. Enjoying the delightful sound you made, Yugyeom did everything he could to get more laughs out of you. His impression of Jackson’s mishap at last week’s basketball game brought out more eye smiles while his story of how Bambam tried to get out of a presentation he didn’t prepare for by faking a classroom chemical leak had you laughing so hard, you needed to sit down from setting up the food to collect yourself. Yugyeom didn’t know how much help he was to you, since you seemed to work through your tasks fairly quickly, but he hoped the laughs made the work pass by pleasantly for you.

Soon committee members and performers began arriving and Yugyeom found himself having to share your attention with all of the other guests.

Including Jaebum.

Yugyeom realized he hated seeing your eye crinkles when they were caused by the older boy. When someone called for an upperclassmen group photo, you had slyly positioned yourself right next to Jaebum. You scooted closer to him, seemingly to make more room on the couch for others to get in frame, but Yugyeom knew better.

He wondered if you’d ever look that happy in a picture next to him.

There was a point during the impromptu photoshoot when someone called for a silly photo. While everyone around you goofed off with the person next to them or made funny faces to the camera, you could only stare fondly at the boy on your right laughing at who knows what.

Yugyeom wanted nothing more but for you to look at him the same way.

Thankfully another opportunity to put himself out there presented itself when your friends announced that it was your turn to sing.

“Fine,” you finally agreed with hesitation after much nagging from your friends. “But there’s only one song I can really sing. And I need a partner. A guy partner!”

Before your eyes could wander over to Jaebum—who was not even paying attention to the karaoke, busy watching some video on his phone with some older boys in the corner—Yugyeom quickly put his hand up.

“Noona, I’ll do it! I’ll sing with you!” Yugyeom volunteered as if his life depended on it. If you were disappointed at all by his proposal, you showed no sign of it, as the hesitation on your face was replaced with the relief of not having to sing alone.

“Thanks Gyeomie,” you beamed.

If he had you, you’d never have to sing alone.

After countless songs—including a stirring rendition of a One Direction song performed by Bambam that surely got the crowd hyped—the party soon began to die down. Slowly friends bid you farewell and trickled out of the room. You were just finished seeing off Jaebum and his friends when you noticed Yugyeom was the last one in the room.

“Gyeomie, you don’t have to. I got it,” you insisted, shooing him away from the table he was clearing off. “You should go home, it’s getting late.”

Yugyeom simply smiled, ignoring your orders and beginning to put the karaoke equipment away instead. “It’s no problem. I couldn’t leave you alone to clean by yourself.”

You returned the grin gratefully before helping him to clean in peaceful silence. You were secretly glad for the help. Taking down the lights that he put up would have been a nightmare to do by yourself with your short stature. Despite it being a small party even with the addition of the performers, the classroom had somehow managed to look like a tornado ran through it.

Plus you enjoyed your younger friend’s company. Time seemed to fly by when you were with him.

“Thanks for saving me from embarrassment and singing with me tonight,” you finally said as you tossed some trash into a garbage bag he was holding. “If I’d known you could sing just as well as you dance, I would have made you sing the whole night. Have you ever thought about auditioning for one of those big companies?”

Yugyeom rolled his eyes playfully, brushing off your last comment. “You weren’t that bad at singing,” he kidded. “But if you asked me to sing the whole night, I would of.”

You laughed at this, but he wasn’t joking.

“It’s just a shame that we couldn’t get everyone to sing. Like Jaebum! I wonder what he sounds like when he sings.”

Right, Yugyeom thought. Him.

He cleared his throat as he followed you with the trash bag. “You know...I’m surprised Jaebum-hyung was even here. I feel like he and the rest of the breakdancing club were kind of off to the side by themselves the whole time.”

“Yeah, I noticed too...” Yugyeom noticed your face fell a little before you shrugged and smiled to yourself. “But I’m glad they still came! I know how busy Jaebum can be so his presence in any shape or form is all right with me.”

You didn’t notice the frown on his face as you said this, too busy with the spilled drink you were cleaning up. Yugyeom sighed to himself. Now was as good a time as any to talk to you about this.

“Noona, what do you like about Jaebum-hyung?”

You froze for a moment before looking back at Yugyeom and giggling nervously.

“Me? But everyone likes...” The way Yugyeom furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips told you he could see right through your facade. You sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

Yugyeom smirked. “Getting closer to him as an excuse to make room for everyone? Noona, that’s the oldest trick in the book!”

“And here I thought I was being sly.” You pouted, a small whine escaping the back of your throat. Yugyeom nearly melted at the sound. “Well...there’s a lot I like about him...”

“Like what exactly?”

“Umm, well...” You tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear as you thought of the words to say next. “Jaebum’s handsome and he’s smart...he’s pretty nice and he’s—he’s really good at breakdancing! And such a good leader to his club...yeah...”

The same things everyone else likes about him, Yugyeom thought as he gave you a skeptical look. “Right...and what does Jaebum-hyung like about you?”

“What kind of question is that? Just ask him—”

“Noona, not to burst your bubble, but I feel like your crush is one-sided and not that deep...” Yugyeom fought back a giggle as you instantly lunged towards him. He dropped the garbage bag in trying to run away from you.

“Gyeom, get back here!”

“I’m just telling the truth!”

You chased Yugyeom around the room, his long legs making your strides looking like scurrying, before you had him cornered. You jumped up to wrap your arm around his neck, bringing him down to your chest in a loose chokehold.

“Take it back!”

“I’m just telling the truth...” Yugyeom repeated softly, tapping your arm gently from his bent position as a sign that he was tapping out.

You looked down bashfully after you let him go, tracing your toe over an imaginary line. “Jaebum just isn’t the easiest to get close to since everyone else always wants to be around him. But I’m slowly getting there! I mean, he actually showed up to this party....and why else would he have asked me to help him record a video?”

“Because you were conveniently available for him?” Yugyeom tensed up as he tried to dodge the inevitable slap from you. “Kidding!”

You went to pick up a broom and started sweeping the room before mumbling under your breath. “Give the kid one compliment about how good he is at dancing and then suddenly he thinks he knows everything...”

Yugyeom chuckled before picking up a dustpan and following you. “I guess what I’m getting at is that you should put your energy into someone who is paying just as much attention to you as you are to them. One-sided pining gets you nowhere, Noona.”

You’re one to talk, Yugyeom thought to himself.

You were silent for a moment before turning to gaze up at Yugyeom with a mischievous look in your eye.

“What about you, Gyeomie? Do you have someone you’re pining one-sidedly after?”

His eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Me? We’re talking about you, not me—”

You took a step closer to him, a smirk forming on your lips, forcing him to stumble backwards. “You sure have a lot to say about love and pining, you must be experiencing it yourself. So tell me Gyeom—who��s the lucky one you’ve got your eye on?”

Yugyeom gulped as you stood a mere few inches from him. He inwardly crumbled under your scrutinizing gaze as you attempted to read his face for the answer you were looking for.

“I—there’s no one I’m interested in right now,” Yugyeom stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him in suspicion. “I’m just talking from, um, past experience...yeah...”

You narrowed your eyes, silently scanning his face for a moment, before backing off.

“With all of your little fangirls looking forward to watching you tomorrow, I don’t think I believe you,” you said as you went back to cleaning, letting the matter go for now. “All I know is that whoever you end up with, I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re the full package, Gyeomie! You were so sweet in volunteering to help with this party, you always know how to compliment a girl—I mean, you were the only guy who noticed I trimmed my hair—and you’re pretty much the best dancer at this school. Girls love dancers!”

Yugyeom smiled bashfully. “Oh, well...”

“And plus...” You motioned for him to come down to your level and reached out to cup his face when he did. You playfully patted his cheeks. “You’re sooo cute! This face is why all the girls like you. I can’t believe you already have your own group of secret admirers. Our little Gyeomie is all grown up.”

Unbeknownst to you, Yugyeom was relatively quiet for the rest of the clean-up, your words silently eating him away even after he bid you good night.

“Our little Gyeomie is all grown up.”

“Whoever you end up with, I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you.”

Would it ever occur to you that she could be you?

——

The next day at the festival, you had kept your promise to Yugyeom. You purposely volunteered to take pictures of the performances so you would be in the front row.

You always loved watching Yugyeom dance. At any other moment, you knew him as the tall and awkward bean of a boy whose math class you would tutor, but when he was performing, Yugyeom was a completely different person. He was full of passion and charisma, evident from the small drops of sweat that was left on the stage. His fierce facial expressions alone when he’d hit a killing point of the dance was enough to send the girls next to you swooning.

He moved so quickly and intricately, you wondered if your pictures of Yugyeom would be any good.

Same went for Jaebum. It was a wonder how you were even able to hold the camera properly. Seeing Jaebum up close in general was intoxicating, but seeing him up close breakdancing was absolutely lethal. The way his members would hype him up in the background when he did a move made your heart swell with pride. With the way he was panting when he finished, you knew he had left it all on the stage. For lack of better words, Jaebum was just so freaking cool when he was in his element.

You also swore he was looking at you a couple of times during his performance. Maybe it was a secret sign that he felt the same way about you too?

Moving through the crowd after the first half of the performances were over, something inside you told you that you needed to talk to him before the end of the festival, though you didn’t know what exactly you were going to say to him. Maybe it was what Yugyeom had said to you the night before. One-sided pining was going to get you nowhere. You weren’t going to straight up approach Jaebum with a declaration of love, but you just needed to feel out whether your feelings were as one-sided as Yugyeom said.

You were going to talk to Jaebum to prove Yugyeom wrong, that’s all.

You finally spotted Jaebum standing in front of one of the food vendors.

“You’re just going to ask if he’s free to hang out this weekend,” you prepared yourself, feeling your heartbeat beginning to race at the thought of approaching him with this proposal. “And if he says yes, that means he’s interested and Yugyeom can go shove it.”

It was at that moment when you noticed her standing next to him.

You knew Yeji as the girl who sits near you in chemistry, not as the girl who currently had all of Jaebum’s attention.

Yeji was pointing to something on the menu board and smiling sweetly at Jaebum. He paid the cashier before reaching out for Yeji’s hand.

“Oppa!” She swatted his hand away and looked around frantically. “What if someone sees?”

Jaebum smirked at the flustered girl. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him. Her struggle to shrug him off only made him hold her tighter.

“Let them. I don’t care who knows about us anymore.”

Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, walking you anywhere but there to save your eyes and heart the trouble. You didn’t know where you were headed but you had to get out of there as quickly as possible.

It made no sense. Yugyeom was the only one to catch on to your feelings, right? No one saw that you saw the two of them together. They didn’t even notice you were close behind them. So why did you suddenly feel so embarrassed that you needed to leave the festival and walk yourself home?

Because for someone who usually had their head on straight and everything under control, for once, you felt foolish.

Your absence in the middle of the festival didn’t go unnoticed. Youngjae suddenly found himself left with your camera as you quickly brushed passed him, hurriedly hanging the strap around his neck and muttering something about being right back. When you didn’t return before the second half of the performances, Youngjae thought something was up.

“What are you doing with the camera? I thought Noona was taking pictures of the performances.” Yugyeom sat next to Youngjae in the front row, expecting you to have been in his position. He silently hoped the older boy would take the question as mere curiosity and confusion rather than as disappointment that he wouldn’t get to enjoy the second half with you.

“I guess she wasn’t feeling so well after the first half and went home,” Youngjae replied, reading a text from you. “She wants me to take pictures of the other performances, but that’s going to be a problem because I don’t know how to use her camera and also she lives on the other side of town from me. I don’t know how I’m going to get her camera to her tonight, and she needs it as soon as the festival is over so she can start editing the pictures.”

“Not feeling well?” Yugyeom frowned. He knew how hard you worked to put the festival together so not being able to see to the end of it because of some nasty sickness probably made you feel even more terrible. He decided to somewhat put your mind at ease and took the camera off of Youngjae. “I can take the pictures, I’ve used her camera before. And don’t worry about bringing back her camera, I can take it to her when the festival is over.”

Yugyeom contemplated picking something up on the way to your house. Food? Medicine? Flowers? Were you allergic to flowers? What if you were, and the flowers just exacerbated your sickness? He shook his head, deciding to see you first instead. If you were feeling a little bit better, maybe he could take you to get dinner if you hadn’t eaten yet.

“Gyeomie, what are you doing here?” You were rubbing at your eyes when you finally answered the door. Yugyeom had to ring the doorbell a few times before you finally answered.

He held up your pouch. “I told Youngjae-hyung that I’d finish taking pictures for you and that I could return the camera so he wouldn’t have to come all the way out here.”

You pursed your lips for a moment before smirking and nudging your head at his parked car. “No bike?”

“Yes Noona, I’m a grown up! I even drive now!” Yugyeom playfully rolled his eyes before meeting your smile, though he silently noted that it didn’t quite reach your eyes like it usually did. “May I come in? Are your parents home?”

“Um...sure...” you replied hesitantly but moved so he could step inside. “My parents are on a date right now.”

He took a seat on your couch. “How are you feeling? Hyung said that you had to leave because you weren’t feeling well.”

You instantly froze as you took a seat next to him. Of course Yugyeom would drive over to return your camera and check up on you, he was just that nice.

“I’m...feeling a bit better, I guess...” You gave a nervous laugh, only to be met with Yugyeom’s worried gaze.

And of course he’d see right through you, just like he figured out your crush on Jaebum.

“You’re not actually sick, are you?” Taking a good look at your face now, Yugyeom finally noticed the red in your eyes. “Have you been crying?”

You were doing fine at first, but hearing that question out loud caused the dam to break once again. You were silent for a moment. Yugyeom watched as your lower lip began to tremble, a soft whimper escaping the back of your throat before you broke out into sobs.

“Hey...hey it’s gonna be okay...” Yugyeom cooed softly, pulling you into his warm embrace. He rocked you back and forth, allowing you to bury yourself into his sweater. “Noona, what happened?”

It took you some time to control your sobs before you could answer. You sniffled, moving your face so you could answer properly. The hurt in your eyes made him want to hold you even tighter.

“This is so stupid...” You hiccuped, gazing down as his chest ashamedly. You slowly let his sweater out of your tight grip, smoothing out the fabric with regret.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

You stared at him for a moment before looking back down again. “...You were right.”

“What was that?”

“Gyeom, you were right,” you repeated louder with frustration. “My feelings were completely one-sided. I thought that there might at least have been a tiny chance that Jaebum could feel the same way but I’m...nowhere on his radar.” You let out a spiteful laugh, more tears escaping from the corners of your eyes. “God, how could I be so stupid?! You even warned me but I didn’t listen. I’m such a fool...”

Yugyeom gave you a sad smile as he began to wipe the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb. Used to seeing this put-together girl all the boys in his class secretly hoped to have as a tutor, this was the first time Yugyeom had seen you look so broken. He decided against asking you what brought on this realization, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. “You’re not a fool, don’t ever say that about yourself. This happens to the best of us.”

“But I just didn’t think—”

“—It would happen to you?” Yugyeom chuckled a little. “Noona, even someone as perfect as you is still human. You should still experience human heartbreak just like the rest of us normies.”

“I’m not perfect,” you protested after a moment, though unable to fight the small smile that had made its way to your lips. Yugyeom always had a way of making people smile when they didn’t feel like it.

“Says you.”

“Why are you like that?” You laughed while sniffling, wiping your cheeks dry with your sleeve. “You’ve helped me out this whole week, took pictures at the festival, drove all the way here to bring me back my camera, and now you’re comforting me. You could easily be roasting me and telling me ‘I told you so’ but you aren’t. Why are you being so good to me?”

His smile slowly slipped away from his face. Suddenly hyperaware of how close you two were, Yugyeom let his arms go limp around you. He gulped, mentally preparing himself for the words he wanted to say next.

“Why can’t I just be good to you?”

“Gosh Gyeom, what a line.” You laughed to yourself, beginning to feel a little better in good company. “I think I need someone like you because I clearly don’t stand a chance with Jaebum.”

Suddenly feeling agitated, Yugyeom let you go completely.

“Why can’t you just have me?” It had come out as a low whisper.

“What?”

“You keep talking about how great I am and how you need someone like me, when you could just have me.” His arms were now crossed, a frown etching its way across his features.

You scooted away from him, slowly processing his words. You didn’t know where this was coming from and never had you seen Yugyeom looking so upset.

“Wait Gyeom, do you like—”

“Yes!” Yugyeom bellowed with exasperation. “Noona, I’ve liked you so much for god knows how long and I still can’t believe it’s taken you until now to realize!”

“But I never thought—you were always so nice, I thought you were just being a good friend—”

“I’d be a good friend to anyone, but I’d go the extra mile only for you,” Yugyeom whispered, his face becoming as soft as his voice. He looked exhausted, as if bottling away these feelings had taken every ounce of energy he possessed. “I thought that doing so would stop you from seeing me as a child.”

“But Gyeom, I’m older than you...”

“I’m well-aware of that,” Yugyeom replied sadly, the realization that things would never be the same between you two hitting him all at once.

Just as Jaebum didn’t return your feelings, you obviously didn’t return his. Already defeated from letting his secret slip, Yugyeom decided to tell you exactly how he felt. It would probably be the last thing he’d say to you before you completely cut him out from your life.

“I meant what I said to you last night, that you should put your energy into someone who’s paying as much attention to you as you do to them. It’s what you deserve. And it doesn’t have to be with me, but...Noona, even though you’re older than me, I want to be the one to take care of you. If you had me, I’d treat you right.”

——

Just as Yugyeom predicted, you didn’t talk to him after the night at your place. After he had confessed to you, you just said you would think about it before wishing him a good night and escorting him out the door. But Yugyeom knew better.

You were too nice to outwardly reject him, so this was your way of letting him down gently.

Not seeing or speaking to you for a week felt like a lifetime, but Yugyeom supposed he’d have to get used to it. You were a grown woman with other matters you needed to attend to—matters that Yugyeom was too immature to understand. The incident was but a small speck in the universe that was your life. You had other things to worry about and already moved on from it, so Yugyeom needed to as well.

He sighed to himself as he approached his locker after school, only noticing the photo taped to the door when he was right in front of it. Yugyeom pulled it off of his locker, noticing that it was of him dancing at the festival. He was smirking at the camera, a playful look in his eyes clearly meant for—

“The pictures came out better than I expected,” you said behind him, causing Yugyeom to jump in his spot. “I was afraid I wouldn’t get any good pictures, you move really fast.”

Yugyeom turned to face you, leaning against the locker for fear that his knees would give out from beneath him.

“I, um, yeah—it’s, um, nice...”

You stood with your hands behind your back, chewing on your bottom lip as if you were nervous about what you were going to say next. Yugyeom would sometimes see you like this when you were about to talk to Jaebum, but why were you looking so shy in front of him?

“I thought long and hard about what you said,” you finally spoke, deciding not to tiptoe around the matter any longer. Without thinking, Yugyeom leaned down closer to you, hanging onto your every word. “Gyeom, I like you a lot...”

“But..?”

“You said you wanted to be good to me, but I don’t think I’m good for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You should follow your own advice,” you said sadly, your eyes wandering to your feet. “You should put your energy into someone who pays just as much attention to you as you to them. I don’t deserve you and you deserve so much better. You’ve been so good to me and all I’ve done is brush you off for some guy who’s never going to give me the time of day.”

“Noona.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

Responding to his warm touch against your shoulders, you looked up, your eyes meeting his soft ones.

“I think I’m old enough to decide what I deserve,” Yugyeom asserted. “But I’d be in the wrong too if I didn’t admit that me treating you well was for pretty selfish reasons.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t completely selfish. Like you said, you’re nice to everyone but you just went the extra mile because I was too stupid to notice you.”

“What did I say about talking bad about yourself? You’re not allowed!” This elicited the delightful laugh from you that Yugyeom had missed. The atmosphere growing warmer between you two, Yugyeom’s smile met yours. “So...do you?”

"Do I what?”

“Notice me.”

You slowly nodded, a sheepish smile inching its way on your lips.

“I guess it just took getting heartbroken by some one-off crush and you knocking some sense into me for me to finally realize. But there is one thing though...”

Yugyeom quirked an eyebrow playfully. “Oh? And what is that?”

You reached up squeeze one of his cheeks. “No matter what you say, you’re always going to be the baby. You’re just so cute!”

Before you could register what was happening, you were suddenly flipped around, your back now against the locker. Yugyeom had his hands pressed against the cold metal next to both sides of your face, restricting you from going anywhere. You noticed his eyes had gone dangerously dark and his lips were just barely ghosting over yours.

“Noona, I’m going to show you how much of a man I can be for you.”

——

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One “Wrong” Turn | Peter Parker & Stephen Strange

Pairing: none, just the spiderling and the sorcerer bonding ^_^

Style: One Shot (might write more later??)

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: mention of a very sad death :((((

Summary: @lifeonthesideoftheangels said: “Ok but now that Tony’s gone, until it’s proven otherwise its cannon to me that Peter just casually hangs out at the sanctorum after class and Strange pretends to be annoyed at first but secretly enjoys having him around and starts teaching him everything he knows. #also Wong constantly comes in to Peter just hanging upside down from the rafters reading one of the ancient books and Strange levitating and is like “yo I’m about to go get dinner, you guys want anything?”” - og post

A/N: so this took longer than expected but also i love this duo and i might write more later but im not sure yet. hope you enjoy ^_^

if you want to be tagged in future fics, please send an ask ^_^

| My Masterlist |

Peter never intended to take a wrong turn, or a right depending on how you see it. That first time, he just walked with that lump in his gut that had been lingering for forever. He walked, choked up because it had been his first day back to school and all everyone could talk about was the blip (seriously why is it called that?). And all Peter could do was try not to choke up, try not to let the tears run as he heard Tony’s name.

When the bell rang and they were free to go, Peter didn’t hesitate to get out of there. But instead of the usual survey of the neighborhood and trying to find a way to impress… well, the person he wanted to impress wasn’t there anymore.

So, he wandered. First, he went the usual way home, but he took a turn sometime before the apartment and wandered straight. Exactly why he walked so long, he didn’t know. Where he ended was in no way on the way home, and checking his clock, he had walked longer than he thought.

The building he stood in front of was big, three floors tall. Windows lined the orange brick walls, but they were impossible to see through. And the only reason he knew he was at the right place was the giant circular window at the top of the building. Brown lines in the glass created something that hinted to an H but with two strikes through the bottom. Peter wasn’t sure what exactly the symbol was for, but he hadn’t talked much with Mr. Strange to know either.

With a deep breath, he knocked on the door. Or, he tried to knock, but instead the door opened and he kind of stumbled in trying to regain his balance. The first thing he saw was a set of stairs, and down those stairs, levitated Mr. Strange. Peter gulped at the sight, seeing as the man probably did not want him there.

“Mr. Parker,” he said, “what may I help you with?”

Peter shook his head. “Uhh, Mr. Strange, I―”

“Doctor Strange.”

Peter frowned and the sorcerer gestured for him to continue. “Uh, I just walked, like real far, and I’m not sure why I came here but I… I don’t want to go home.”

“And therefore you came here?” The man raised a brow, but Peter still couldn’t read more of his expression. “I guess this is a hard time for you. May I offer something to drink?”

“Really?” Peter’s eyes widened. “I don’t want to intrude, but…”

Doctor Strange shook his head. “Today, only.” He turned around. “Follow me.”

Peter happily obliged.

At the top of the stairs, Strange took a right and Peter followed after as fast as he could. The hallway ended in a kind of common room area, where Peter stopped, unsure of what to do. And only sat down as Strange told him to.

“I’m not gonna be a therapist, I’m more of a surgeon actually, but do you need to talk to someone?”

Something cool to the touch appeared in Peter’s hands. He looked down to find a coke in his hands, and he glanced weirdly up at Strange.

“Would you like something else?” the man asked.

Peter shook his head. “No, no, this is nice. Thank you.” He took a sip, only to down the entire bottle as he underestimated how dry his throat really was. In fact, he should’ve drank water, but he didn’t want to say anything. As he put down the bottle, it refilled and his eyes drifted wide-eyed between the bottle and the Sorcerer in front of him.

The sorcerer clapped his hands. “Now, please feel free to do homework here, and leave me to do my own work.”

“I don’t have any homework yet. It was the first day of school today.”

Strange sighed and shook his head. “Well, you can still leave me to do my own work.” And then the male disappeared.

---

How long Peter sat there, bored and staring into nothingness, he wasn’t sure, but eventually, he decided to explore a little. He found that the floor he was on was mainly living room space. There were bedrooms, more than one kitchen, or there might only be one but he got confused, and the common area he had been in. At some point, he found a set of stairs that took him into the third floor.

It was here his curiosity spiked. Everywhere around him, there were bookcases filled to the rim with books. Most didn’t really gain his attention as they were all rather dusty and old, but he figured they were probably all interesting if you wanted to learn. He walked around, and a lot of the things there did not look like magical artifacts, but he suspected they were.

Most looked like everyday things, like the radio that got his attention. It looked rather old, but maybe it worked. He was about to put his finger to it, when a voice echoed in the room, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Peter whipped around to find Strange levitating a few meters away, a book in his hand and a quick glance up at Peter. “Does it work?” asked Peter.

“Well, if by work you mean it will kill you after one touch, yes. If you mean that it works like a radio, no.”

Eyes wide, Peter turned back to it once more. “Really, it kills at one touch?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t try if I were you, but yes, it should.” Strange let out a chuckle behind him.

Peter nodded. His feet padded over to the next thing that caught his attention; The massive circular window with the double striked H. He turned to look at Strange. “What does this mean?”

The man levitated over to where he stood. “It is called the Seal of the Vishanti,” he replied, “or the ‘Window of the Worlds’. I wouldn’t expect you to know, but the Vishanti are three god-like Principalities who each exist in their own realm. The Omnipotent Oshtur, Hoary Hogarth and Agamotto the All-Seeing. Together they act as one to empower the magical spells of sorcerers, throughout realities and dimensions, who invoke them. It also protects the Sanctum from a series of threats.”

“Oh, that’s so cool,” said Peter and studied the Seal further. “Are there other cool things here?”

Doctor Strange smiled fondly. “Plenty.”

---

The Sanctum bathes in sunlight that filters in through the windows. Silence has taken over the room, only broken when a page turns or a sigh can be heard.

Peter hangs from the rafters, sticking to them upside down and turning the pages of one of the books Strange allowed him to touch. He doesn’t understand half of the words he sees, but the pictures are fascinating and he wishes he did.

He would ask, if it weren’t for the fact that the sorcerer with the answers is levitating across the room, eyes closed and doing something that looks like meditation. As Strange gotten cozy as that, he’d given Peter a very sure stare of ‘do-not-disturb’. Of course, the man had also said to be left alone for at least an hour.

However, that hour isn’t up yet and Peter has been going through the same book for so long he’s getting kind of bored. He closes the book again, as carefully as he can, and drops down a little to place it on the table underneath him. The thud it makes as it hits the table has him glance to the levitating man, but it elicits no reaction.

With a sigh of relief, Peter moves around. He knows not to touch anything (or he knows he might die if he does), so he only studies them from afar. But nothing fascinates him long enough to keep his attention, and there are only so many artifacts in the room. Nor does it help that none of them have a description plaque as they do in museum.

Peter slings around a little more, careful to not use big movements and accidentally knocking something down. Though the thought does cross his mind as the minutes tick by increasingly slower.

His hazel eyes skim the titles of the books. Nearly every title reads as Book of something. Book of Fire, Book of Demonicus, Book of Shataki, Book of the Vishanti. He finds the fact there there exists something called the Necronomicon (which he thinks has to do about necromancy) highly interesting. Also, The Scroll of Eternity sounds like something he would like to read, though he has no idea exactly how to.

In the end, as Peter gets to impatient, he gingerly―with a glance to the sorcerer whose eyes are still closed―takes the Book of the Vishanti from the bookcase. After hearing more about the three deities behind the Seal, he wants to know more. Surely, Strange can’t find his interest bad, maybe annoying, maybe a little concerning, but definitely not bad.

Back in the rafters, Peter lets his fingers run along the edge of the book. It feels ancient; rough binding that’s probably only so because it’s old; worn back; papers half sticking out, darkened by the years it’s existed. The cover has the Seal of the Vishanti on the front. It pokes out, feels metallic and cold under Peter’s fingers.

Opened, the book seems to grow in size, heavier under Peter’s touch. The pages of the book aren’t as worn as they looked before he opened it. A light brown, resembling a coffee stain, creeps its way in from the edges, and the paper itself is a darker, less white shade. On the front page, the Seal of Vishanti greets him again, almost weighing him down.

Peter placed the book into the middle of his left palm, making sure it’s balanced well so he doesn’t lose it―that would be catastrophical. With his right hand, he turns the pages. Nothing interesting at the first few, much like the usual books he reads.

Turning the pages, he doesn’t actually seem to understand anything of this book either. He notes some of the words, tries his best to understand them together, but the context makes no sense. To him, it’s just a bundle of words.

But he does find it entertaining. Making no sense, the book itself just become some lame joke. And Peter laughs, in a way he sees as ‘quietly’.

Understandably, it is not that quiet. Strange, where he levitates―his hour has to be up soon, right?―peeks open an eye and glances at the smiling spiderling hanging upside down on the ceiling. Peter’s senses tingle to the onlooking eye and he turns to look at the sorcerer.

“Which book?” comes the deep voice from across the room.

Peter holds a finger where he is and shows Strange the cover. The Seal being easily recognizable, Strange smiles slightly, which has Peter frown.

“Good choice,” the doctor says, “but you have no idea what it means, do you?”

He shakes his head. “No, uhh, it’s funny, though.”

Strange nods, and―Peter is not sure how because the movement doesn’t really exist―levitates to where Peter hangs. “I believe that.” He takes the book from Peter’s hands. With slender fingers, he files through the pages and lands on one in the far back―did the book just gain pages?

“Here, this should amuse you.” Strange hands Peter he book, a finger pointing to one of the passages.

Peter takes it. His eyes land where Strange’s finger points. The lines look rather blurry, the pages far more worn here than at the start―odd. He reads one sentence, a smile on his face, and then the next.

But he only gets halfway through before footsteps are heard. Both Peter and Strange shoot their heads up and look at Wong as he enters the Sanctum. The man raises a brow at the two, both high up in the ceiling instead of the many chairs they could have taken.

The bewilderment doesn’t last long. “Yo, I’m about to go get dinner, you guys want anything?” Wong asks, his eyes glancing between Peter and Strange.

Peter’s eyes widen and he nods frantically, nearly dropping the book―thank god for quick reflexes. “Yeah, I’m starving,” he replies, “what’re you getting?”

“Thinking pizza, just to make it easy.”

Water fills Peter’s mouth as he thinks about the many good pizzas it’s possible to eat in New York city. He nods, even more frantically than before. “I would like three, thank you,” he says.

Both Strange and Wong frown at him. “Three slices?” they ask.

Peter shakes his head. “Three pizzas.”

Despite that being a lot of food for one person, the two sorcerers only shrug and nod. Wong looks to Strange, “and you?”

The man takes a deep breath. “Sounds good.”

Now it’s Peter’s and Wong’s turn to stare quizzically at Strange, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Wong shakes his head and rolls his eyes in Peter’s direction, making the teenager try to hide a smile.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Peter wishes it’ll be here now. There are two sorcerers in this building, can’t they just magic the pizza?

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gotbts7fics · 5 years ago

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Positive | Five |

| Four | July 2018 (1) | Six |

“I don’t know if this is a smart idea. Like, being in the same city of them is risky let alone going to their concert.” Owen said to you as he wrestled to put Ayla into her outfit. She was pretty feisty for an eight month old baby, way more than Jaidyn had been. Ayla, your sweet, beautiful Ayla. She had been born on October 10th, 2017. Ironically the day of her father’s comeback, go figure. She was a perfect mix between you and JB, albeit having adopted his terrible temper. Having Ayla was something incredible. She was the one thing that encapsulated the love you lost, having gained love again. Jaidyn had been thrilled to find out she was having a baby sister, and true to her nature, she was an unbelievable helper. Jaidyn had grown so much in the past year, she was a laid back child, going with the flow and enjoying adventures. She had settled relatively easy back in Canada. There had been tears when she learned that you and JB had ended things. Oh there had been tears, and then she was sad he would never know of her baby sister. She was angry to for a bit, but life goes on. Now she was happy and excited.

“The likelihood of them seeing us in Toronto is like… none. And we will blend into the crowd at the concert. It’s fool proof. Besides, think of Jaidyn, she still misses him. This is a way for her to see him without him seeing us.” You smiled as you took your squirmy baby from him.

“Also I’ll have you there. You can protect us!” You laughed, Owen only scowled at you. He still wasn’t happy with how you handled things, but he loved those little girls so much. So much that he agreed to tag along to the city with you, to watch Ayla, while you took Jaidyn to the ‘Eyes On You’ concert. Something a few friends were apprehensive of. You couldn’t even imagine running into them. It wouldn’t happen. Toronto was way to big. Owen was finishing packing your bags and bringing them out to the car. He was an amazing man, you couldn’t help but admire. He had been there, to pick your crying pathetic ass up from the airport. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, grabbing your bags and leading you and Jaidyn to his truck. After you came home he took care of you two, feeding you and making you laugh. You had changed your number quickly after returning, and deleted all the members off your social media. Even then you had been extremely careful of what you posted, in case a mutual friend saw something. You literally removed yourself from their life. It had hurt, god it had hurt. You almost messaged JB several times, like the day of his comeback when Ayla entered the world. Or when Jaidyn had done something amazing at gymnastics. Everything you were excited for and wanted to share with him you couldn’t, and that’s where Owen came in. He was there. He was there for everything and you appreciated him so much for it.

“Are you ready, because I am, and let me tell you… this drive is going to suck without coffee” Owen said, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Yup, all set” You replied making your way to the door. Jaidyn had already run off and climbed into the car, anxious to head to the City. With the house locked and the car packed, your little family was off to the City for a few days vacation.

“Hyung! Do you want to come to the mall with us. Let’s go shopping?!” Youngjae yelled, making JB look up from his phone. It was the last picture he had taken with you and Jaidyn. It was his lock screen, his home screen, hell he’s pretty sure he made it every screen and printed it out for places around the dorm and his studio.

“No thanks, I’m going to rest.” He mumbled, looking back at your smiling faces. Just over a year had passed, a whole year where he had thrown himself into work, not wanting to believe you were gone. He had tried to contact you. Several times a day in the beginning, even having the other members try. When you had changed your phone number he moved to social media, only realizing you had deleted him, and the others. You had ripped his heart out, and now you made it completely impossible for him to contact you. He had been angry, so angry towards you. He tried to get over you time and time again. He dated other girls, but it never went far. A few dates in he called it off, they weren’t you. No one was you. He wanted you, he wanted his daughter, he wanted the little family you gave him. So he threw his whole being into work. The song face on their 7 of 7 album was about you, how he had prayed you would hear it and reach out to him, realizing he needed you, but you never did. The other members tried to help him move on, but gave up. They supported him, regardless of how it hurt them to see him still hung up on you. They weren’t angry at you anymore though. Just upset and confused on how you could just leave. Each one of them missed you in their own way, and they still secretly tried to find you. JB knew this when going through Jackson’s phone once for a certain picture. He had seen the attempts to text you.

“Are you sure. We don’t come to Canada often, it will be nice to get out….” Jinyoung said cautiously.

“I’m okay, thanks. Have fun.” JB replied without looking up. Toronto, being in Canada, it hurt. He knew your home town was only 3 hours away, and when it was announced that they would be in Canada, he tried to figure out exactly how he could track you down, showing up on your doorstep. Sadly, he couldn’t. So here he was, staring at your picture, wishing with all his might that you would show up to his concert, like you used to in Seoul.

“Okay, well…. we will see you later” Jinyoung said, leaving with Youngjae to visit the Eaton Centre.

Exhausted and lonely, JB went to his hotel bed and simply decided to nap.

“You brought me shopping… and not even at Bass Pro. This is torture” Owen exclaimed, pushing a sleeping Ayla in the stroller as you held Jaidyn’s hand, walking into the Eaton Centre.

“Come on!!! It’s fun! This place is the best!” You smiled brightly at him.

“YEAH! And they have the Disney store!!!!!” Jaidyn yelled, jumping like a little bunny full of excitement.

Owen smiled fondly at the two of you, meaning you had won this battle with your charms. Walking around the shopping centre brought you a feeling of peace. So many stores you didn’t have at home that you could spend hours in. Walking among the many individuals browsing, you made your way to the Disney store, as per Jaidyn’s request.

“Can we please, please buy something?” Jaidyn asked in her cute way when she really wanted something.

“We will see” You replied with a smile.

“I’ll wait outside with the baby, no use for us going in”

“Really…..”

“Yeah, we will be right there when you come out” He said with a chuckle, pointing to a bench, as you approached the store front, conceding that he would not walk into the store with you, opting to play on his phone while he waited. You and Jaidyn left him, and walked into the store of happiness.

Youngjae and Jinyoung had been walking around for a while now, hardly being noticed, so the two were just enjoying the time. While walking along the corridor glancing around, Youngjae looked into a store with toys and kids running around. Youngjae faltered in his steps, looking up he noticed he was in front of a Disney store.

“Why did you stop?” Jinyoung asked, with a quirked eyebrow.

“No reason, Hyung, lets wait a minute” Youngjae said making his way to the glass wall railing that overlooked to the floor below, not bothering to wait for a response from the older man.

“Why?” Jinyoung asked again. Youngjae was ignoring him, but his eyes were trained on the entrance of that store.

“What are you waiting for? Just go in if you want, don’t stand here” Jinyoung said in annoyance.

“Maman!”

Jinyoung whipped around to the entrance of the store, he knew that voice. Oh god, he knew that voice so well.

“Maman, lets go!”

Jinyoung held his breath, when the little girl who was calling to their mom stepped out of the store, Jinyoung gasped. It was her. The little girl he read stories too, who had dance offs with. There she was, right in front of him.

“Hyung…” Youngjae went to move forward, only for Jinyoung to grab his wrist, shaking his head as Youngjae looked at him. They waited with bated breath, watching the entrance that she was standing in front of. A few seconds later, you emerged holding a multitude of bags and a smile on your face. You didn’t notice them, instead you looked at your daughter, who was running ahead of you. They watched you walk over to a man standing opposite of them. They watched as he took the bags from you and put them under a stroller. Jinyoung’s eyes went wide, a stroller. Youngjae was staring, he couldn’t believe it. There you were, with Jaidyn, another man, and with a stroller. Jaidyn was way to old for a stroller.

As if by the grace of god, the little person in the stroller started to cry. They watched as you bent down and picked up the baby, snuggling it close. Youngjae looked at Jinyoung with a shocked expression.

“Oh shit. Hyung… is that… do you think….?” Youngjae asked unable to form a true sentence.

“We don’t know anything. Let’s not jump to any conclusions.” Jinyoung said, but he had an aching suspicion on the reason why you had left Korea now. He closed his eyes for a minute. Should he follow you, should he tell JB. His mind was muddled on what to do.

“Come on Jaidyn, we need to head to the hotel now. We need to rest well for the concert tomorrow”

“Maman, do you think Appa will see me?” Jaidyn asked, you could tell she wanted to see JB so badly.

“No sweetie, remember I told you Appa is very busy. We will go support him but don’t be upset if he doesn’t see you in the crowd okay?” You said with a smile.

Jinyoung looked back at Youngjae, who was taking a picture of the scene in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Jinyoung whispered harshly.

“We have to tell Hyung!” Youngjae whined.

“Omg are you nuts, what if she sees us!” Jinyoung said turning around to face somewhere other than at you.

“Did you hear though, she’s going to the concert!” Youngjae said with a smile.

“Youngjae, I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing” Jinyoung said. Honestly, he didn’t know what he felt, other than chaos.

“Let’s follow them!” Youngjae exclaimed.

“What… NO! Why would we do that?” Jinyoung was losing his mind right now.

“Because then we will know which hotel she is at… duh. Honestly Hyung, why aren’t you thinking?” Youngjae said as he began to walk after you.

“Omg Youngjae!” Jinyoung called after him.. jogging to catch up. This was a bad idea, Jinyoung thought.

“Lets walk by the TORONTO sign!” Jaidyn squealed. She was full of energy, running this way and that.

“Can you at least stay close?” Owen warned. It was the beginning of summer and the square was absolutely crowded.

“Hey! Look!” Jaidyn said running forward to all the flags.

“She is so happy” You remarked, looking towards Owen. He was pushing the now back asleep baby for you. He would never admit it, but he was enjoying this little trip.

“Yeah, she is. But are you?” He questioned, keeping his eye on the eight year old who was running in every direction.

“I am”

“Nervous?”

“Yes, now that I am here… I am but I know the likelihood of being seen is so small. He probably wouldn’t even recognize me”

“Sure, three years of dating, and he just forgets about you. Do you know what he’s been up too?”

“No, I’m sure he is dating some really beautiful idol. Ya know? Living his life normally” You said with a faint, but sad smile.

“Maybe, you deserve happiness Y/N. Don’t think that just because you have the girls that no one will love you, and them whole heartedly. You should open yourself up again.”

“The girls are my priority. Besides, I’m not ready. My heart still belongs to him” You looked at Owen, who was now looking at you.

“He doesn’t deserve it” He snapped, turning back towards the Toronto sign, where Jaidyn was playing.

You looked at your eldest daughter, smiling and laughing as she ran around. Owen had been there to catch her when she fell, he had dried your tears, maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to let go and live happily.

“Hyung, look how happy Jaidyn is. I want to hug her and run too” Youngjae said as he watched Jaidyn. Jinyoung couldn’t help it, he also was watching the little girl play. It had been a long year. Everyone had been lost in the beginning when you had left. Their hearts broken, missing both of you. JB had thrown himself into work, to the point that it was almost scary. For a year they had been busy working and preparing for this tour, but the hole never closed. There had been so much anger for Jinyoung. He was close to you and for you to just leave, it hurt so much. Now, seeing you with a man and your daughter that anger had returned in full force.

“Youngjae, we need to go” Jinyoung interrupted Youngjae’s private photo shoot.

“You can’t keep taking pictures like that”

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Youngjae whined.

“Because, it looks weird. Come on, lets go back to the hotel” Jinyoung began to drag the reluctant Youngjae towards their accommodation for the next few days.

“But Hyung, don’t you want to find out where they’re staying!?”

“Absolutely not, you’ll tell Jaebum-hyung and that would be bad!” Jinyoung exclaimed.

“He deserves to know.”

“Youngjae…. lets go.”

You and Owen had sat down on a bench, watching Jaidyn run around the square to release energy, being oblivious to the two men who also watched her. Jaidyn had seen them though. She stopped for a moment and looked right at them, before giving them a wave and running to you.

“Maman, I’m hungry” your little big girl stated.

“Yes! Let’s go eat” Owen shouted, getting up and grabbing her hand, leading her towards the hotel. You laughed and stood, bending down to put something in the overflowing basket of the stroller. When you stood up you looked around for the two who had seemingly disappeared. Your eyes caught movement to the left of you, and you could have sworn you recognized those backs. No way, you thought. Taking another minute before you went after your daughter and best friend.

“Nahhhh, no way” you chuckled to yourself, you were simply being ridiculous. There was no way you were going to fun into any member of GOT7, that would be a way to cliche sappy romcom story, like the fics you secretly read once the kids were asleep.

JB was lying on the hotel bed, going over some lyrics he was playing with. He missed how you used to tease him. Telling him to put them away and come back later to them. He would always scoff, but you were right, breaks helped him so much. God he missed you. Missed the way you would fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. Missed how you would show up to dance practice with Jaidyn just because. He missed the way you argued with him over the dumbest things. He missed everything. A whole year of missing you, Jaidyn, birthdays and Christmas. A year without you and yet the pain was still the same. He had visited his parents shortly after you had left. His mom had held him and let him cry. She was understanding of you, had said that there must be a bigger reason on why you had left, but she had been adamant that you loved him. Well if you loved him why the hell did you leave him. He wanted to marry you one day. He wanted to put Jaidyn on his family registry. He wanted you and only you.

Now he was laying on this bed, in this hotel, in your damn home country and he had no idea how to find you. Did you know he was here? Did you still keep up on him? Sighing, he rolled over, looking out the window.

He was lost in his thought when there was a sudden urgent knocking on his door. Reluctantly, he got up and opened it, just to tell which ever member it was to go away.

“Hyung!” Youngjae came flying in, followed by Jinyoung.

“YOUNGJAE!” Jinyoung yelled.

“YAH! What do you want? I was trying to sleep” He said running his hand over his face, getting up from the bed.

“I saw her hyung! We saw her!!!” Youngjae rushed out. Jinyoung was standing there, looking like he didn’t know what world he was in.

“Who? Youngjae slow down.” JB said, as Jinyoung shut the door and turning to the overly excited younger man.

“JAIDYN!” Youngjae said with a huge smile on his face. JB’s face went pale. Jaidyn, his little girl?

“Wh-what?” JB stammered.

“Hyung, we saw Jaidyn! Look” Youngjae whipped his phone open to show JB the pictures he had taken of the little girl.

“Wh-where? Where was she?” JB was going through the pictures. His little girl, oh god his little girl, was in this city.

“At the mall hyung, we didn’t talk to her, we just saw her briefly” Jinyoung said.

“Hyung, she is going to the concert. Maybe we can find her there!” Youngjae was smiling from ear to ear.

“And y/n?” JB whispered out.

“Uh, yes. We saw her too.” Jinyoung said hesitantly. JB noticed the tension filling the air when he asked about you. Something was off, but he wasn’t going to question it right now. You were here, you were here with his girl, going to the concert. He was going to find you. He was going to find you and remind you about how much you loved him and how he loved you. He was going to get you back.

“Jaidyn are you ready?” You called from the bathroom. Your trip to Toronto thus far was amazing, a much needed time for you, how ever at this moment your anxiety was running through the roof. It was the concert day, which meant in exactly three hours, you were going to be in a crowded arena with screaming fans, looking at the love of your life. What if he saw you, what if he saw Jaidyn?

At this point you weren’t sure if you even cared.

You heard the baby squeal from inside the room.

“AYLA!” Jaidyn yelled

“Mom!!! Ayla won’t give me my BamBam socks!” Jaidyn yelled.

Laughing you exited the bathroom.

“Why does she have them in the first place” looking at your baby who was sitting on the floor. When Ayla saw you, she started crawling towards you, with a sock in her mouth.

“Oh Ayla, drop the sock.” You said laughing as you picked her up, taking the sock and handing it to Jaidyn.

“Can we leave soon!! I am so excited!” Jaidyn said, putting her socks on.

“Yes, in a few minutes we will go baby.” You mumbled smushing Ayla’s face against yours for kisses.

“How late will you two be?” Owen asked from the bed. You sat down across from him, lifted your shirt and began to feed Ayla.

“Concert is over at 11, so like after that.” You said, playing with Ayla’s hair while she ate.

“Make sure you have your phone. Walking that late at night, in the city….. please text me” He said. You laughed, this poor guy was so protective of you.

“Yes dad” You chuckled. He smiled and went back to playing on his phone.

“Okay, there’s 2 bottles of breast milk in the fridge, and her snacks. I doubt you will need them, but they’re there for ya. Have fun with her tonight, and thanks. I appreciate you coming and watching her for me.” You said as Ayla finished, standing and passing her to him.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you” He stood up taking the baby and walked you to the door. Kissing Jaidyn and then your forehead.

“Be careful, please.” His voice held a hint of worry.

“Promise” You said as you grabbed Jaidyn’s hand and left.

“Ready baby?”

“Ready maman”

JB was a bundle of nerves, more than normal. Sound check had went smoothly, everything was great. The guys were feeling wonderful and ready to put on a killer performance. JB was ready to put his everything into this concert. He wanted his fans proud, but he also wanted you to be proud, if you actually showed.

“Do you think she actually is coming?!” Jackson asked, tearing JB from his thoughts.

“Well Jaidyn said she was coming to the concert!” Youngjae said plopping down beside Jackson on the couch.

“But is it this concert?” Mark asked.

“It has to be! She would never miss seeing her favourite member” BamBam said.

“It doesn’t matter. Tonight we will put on an amazing show for our fans. Everyone, I want you to concentrate and have fun, be safe too. No injuries” JB turned on the leader switch. Ensuring everyone's safety was priority.

Their manager announced what time it was and the members scurried to get ready.

“Hyung….” JB said quietly pulling his manager aside.

“She’s here.. I think…” He said to the older male, his manager looked shocked at this.

“Is she, really?” he quirked an eyebrow, JB understood his hesitation. His manager had picked him up on more than one occasion since you left. JB worried that one day his manager would lose it on him, tell him to get over you.

“Yes…. can you… you know…. help me to try and find her…. like you always do?” His manager smiled, for the past year he was helping to look for you, he had found your social media but it was private so he couldn’t access it. He always had a picture of you and Jaidyn to show the security workers, just in case you decided to show up. Tonight was no different.

“I will go see the head of security, if she comes… I will find her” He patted JB’s shoulder and went to leave. JB sighed in relief and went to get ready.

“Mommy, I am so hungry!” Jaidyn complained.

“Well… you’re the one who wanted to come wait in line. I can buy you food once we are inside” You smiled at her.

“Fine….” she pouted.

“Look, any minute now the doors will open okay, it’s almost 7pm” You reassured her. After what felt like forever, the doors finally opened. After proceeding to get in, the two of you walked around the venue before purchasing a hot dog and heading to your seats. Jaidyn was ecstatic. She was hyper and happy, jumping around in her seat waiting for the show to start.

“We saw her” the manager said as he walked back stage.

“WHAT?!” a chorus of voice shouted, looking towards him. They saw you, JB thought.

“Well, where is she?” Yugyeom asked, bouncing forward. He wanted nothing more than to hug you tightly and drag you home with them.

“Sitting in section 107, you guys have a good show. Don’t think about it to much. I will get more information okay.”

“Thank you” JB smiled, for the first time in a year he actually felt happy.

#Positive Update #GOT7 #got7 x reader #jb x reader #got7 pregnancy au

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eviesmyspiritanimal · 5 years ago

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Little Black Cootie

Summary: When Evie comes home to try to find Mal to work on the girl's dress, Evie finds a completely new surprise... Complete sisterly feels and absolutely no romantic sentiment.

“Hey, Mal?” Evie strode into their dorm, looking around as she sat her purse and freshly-purchased silky fabric down on the vanity nearby.

To her slight aggravation, no one seemed to be there, much less her stubborn roommate. She huffed.

“Aaaaaand she’s nowhere in sight,” Evie shrugged her shoulders and gestured at the room.

There was going to be a party held by Audrey next weekend and Evie absolutely had to have Mal so that she could work on the purple-haired girl’s dress. Not that Mal was particularly looking forward to going or even desiring to go, but Evie didn’t want to go by herself and didn’t want Mal to be home alone.

But every single time Evie decided it was time to finally make some adjustments to the dress, Mal always found some sort of convenient reason that she definitely couldn’t show up.

Evie muttered aggravatedly under her breath as she sat down at the vanity with a grumpy expression. Upon glancing at herself, almost instinctively, she forced the look off of her face and put on a neutral expression as she gazed at her visage in the mirror.

“Frowning causes wrinkles,” Evie recited habitually, remembering what her mother had drilled in her head. She quickly berated herself, however, upon the recollection that she didn’t have to follow her mother’s rules anymore.

It was humiliating, really. How undetached she felt from her mother. None of the rest of her family seemed to be suffering from anything like this. Mal was strong and stoic as ever- a little stressed but very much firm in her stance of good. Carlos seemed to have all but forgotten about the Isle. Jay was glad to be free from his father’s influence.

What was wrong with her, then?

Knowing that this was starting to lead down a greatly familiar path of self-hatred and belittling, she shook herself from her thoughts and returned to the task that she had resolved to begin. In an attempt to distract herself from her thoughts, Evie hummed to herself as she set to sewing a sash for a dress that she was working on for some Auradon girl. She quickly called back to mind the name- Princess Ruby of Corona, Princess Rapunzel’s daughter, Evie thought.

She felt so strange. It was mind-boggling to really be on the good team for once. Evie supposed she had always secretly fantasized about the wonders of real, live, beautiful fashion and great castles and a wonderful place where her and her most loved people didn’t have to fear anyone or anything.

But it was still hard to deal with sometimes. She had been raised in a quite… rough area.

Evie quickly hemmed the rough edges of the snowy white sash, taking great care not to prick her finger with the needle as she thought about the true need for supplies and how she was eventually going to need to charge for her dresses. She should really start a business…

However, what she certainly didn’t expect was for something that felt quite similar to needles to stab into her calf and start moving up her leg.

Evie shot up, her project completely forgotten as she hopped around the room and screeched hysterically.

“AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!! GET IT OFF!!!!!!!!!” Evie screamed, shaking her legs around and not even looking at what ghastly creature had attached itself to her leg.

It was going to kill her, and she had absolutely no choice in the matter. It was an awful way to die. She always imagined going more honorably than this. She hoped her family would remember her fondly.

However, after a moment, just as she was starting to get a good picture of her headstone in her mind, she realized that the prickles had left her skin and that hands had grabbed her arms tightly.

“What is going on?! Evie, stop!”

She quickly quit her flailing and looked at the person in front of her. It was Mal, to her great relief, but instead of maybe a comforting hug and the sympathetic understanding that she expected in the light of a near-death experience, all she received was a shove that sent her down on her bed.

Evie unashamedly gaped at the girl as Mal got down on her knees and started crawling toward her own bed carefully.

“Come here, baby. Come on,” Mal beckoned softly.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mal reassured, looking under her bed. Evie’s eyes grew even wider as Mal soon had a little black ball of fur held in her arms. What was that?! And why was it getting all the love that Evie should have been getting?

“Aww, angel, don’t be scared- you’re shaking.” Evie’s jaw slackened in shock as she began to feel highly offended toward the other girl.

“Did that big, bad blueberry scare you? Poor baby,” Mal cooed, stroking the little creature’s head.

Evie’s face contorted into an angry pout. What was she? Chopped liver? She was the one that deserved the petting and the pity. She was the attacked party.

And besides all that, a blueberry?! What the actual heck was going on here?!

She couldn’t even hardly concentrate on the fact that Mal was acting completely out of character. However fascinating that change of pace was, it still didn’t compare to her quickly rising anger and childish feeling of neglect.

Evie was quickly realizing that Mal was picking a little bundle of misery over her own self-proclaimed sister.

Evie cleared her throat, completely exasperated as she raised an eyebrow. She was going to butt into whatever was going on in front of her because this was just plain unfair and had to be against the laws of sisterhood.

Mal looked up, giving her a strange look. Evie extended her arms out with her saddest eyes in an attempt to take advantage of those soulful brown pools, wanting a hug after the traumatic experience.

Mal just raised her own eyebrow and glared at her with a sassy expression. Obviously it wasn’t going to work, but Evie was sure going to give it a try.

“You don’t get hugs, E. You scared the baby.” Evie furrowed her brows with a grumpy huff as she eyed the little creature distrustfully.

“I was attacked! And I deserve hugs because I’m your best friend versus some animal that you just picked up somewhere!” the bluenette defended herself adamantly.

Mal rolled her eyes and went back to comforting the little “baby.”

“What is that, anyway? And why are you so fond of it?” Evie questioned with mild curiosity as she tried to get a better look at the furball. Most of her feelings were clouded with irritation that she was not the top priority when she was obviously the victim.

“It’s a kitten. And I’m not fond of it,” Mal quickly put the scrawny little creature down on the floor, attempting to reject any open show of affectionate feelings and sympathy she may have had.

Evie looked down disdainfully at the pitiful cat. It returned her glare with a more innocent gaze of its own, its hugely wide green eyes almost glowing in sharp contrast with its ebony fur.

Even then, Evie could see how much Mal wanted to pick it back up. However, she remained defiant and refused to touch it. Evie rolled her eyes. It was always a challenge with Mal. And it was always guaranteed that she’d never back down from a challenge.

But Evie was afraid that the challenge ran much deeper than just holding the cat.

“You’re not keeping it, are you?” Evie asked, her tone slightly accusatory as she shifted her gaze between the purple-haired girl and the animal.

“Well, I don’t know,” Mal finally gave in and lifted it into her lap. “It needs a good home.” Evie raised an eyebrow as she looked at the little troublemaker.

There was no way on this Earth that she’d let Mal keep that thing. It had ruthlessly sank its talons into her calf and worst of all, those same talons could completely tear apart the dresses that she so diligently worked to create.

Besides, pets were gross, unsanitary, and the only reason she liked Dude was because he lived in Carlos and Jay’s room instead of her and Mal’s.

“Mal, it’s not staying here,” Evie announced, meeting Mal’s eyes with a firm stare. Mal’s gaze hardened as she furrowed her brow.

“And why couldn’t it stay here?”

“Because it’s a nuisance! Just look at it! It’s pure evil…” Mal stared at Evie, completely unimpressed as the kitten adorably purred and rubbed against her. Evie narrowed her eyes at it. It was certainly doing that on purpose to make Evie look bad.

“Yeah. Definitely a heartless, killing machine,” Mal replied with sarcasm practically dripping off every word.

“You weren’t assaulted like I was,” Evie pouted. Mal rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a tiger, Evie. It’s a little baby kitten,” Mal defended the little creature as she stroked its back affectionately.

“I know that!” Evie protested, turning her head away in indignation. After a moment, the bluenette sighed, readjusting and facing the green-eyed girl once again as she reached into her patience reserves in search of that peace that she kept when dealing with some of Mal’s more irritating episodes of insanity.

“Look, just go find someone who’ll take it.” Evie gently rubbed at her eyes, trying to avoid smudging her makeup.

“Fine. You watch her while I’m gone,” Mal told her, a casual smirk playing on her face. Evie stopped immediately and gaped at the kitten.

“No! No, you’re not leaving that- that cootie here with me!” Evie objected, and Mal’s smirk just grew wider as she stood up, holding the kitten in her arms.

“You wanted me to go find an owner for her, so the least you can do is hold onto her for me while I search,” Mal smugly informed her as she began to lower it into Evie’s lap. Evie froze, staring at it with ridiculously huge eyes as Mal let it slide onto her legs.

Mal then grabbed her phone, on her way out the door. Evie took the kitten and sat it on her vanity in a moment of pure spontaneity. She then hurried over to Mal and grabbed her elbow.

“Don’t leave me alone!”

“You’ll be fine! Don’t be a baby,” Mal told her as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Evie’s eyes widened and she lunged for her best friend quickly.

“No, wait!” And Mal shut the door. Evie huffed, lightly bumping her head against the door in frustration.

After a moment, she ripped herself away from the door to face the inevitable. Completely unamused, she watched as the little kitten began to bat at the feathers used for special fashion cases hung nearby the vanity.

Inevitably, Evie felt a bit of her resolve weakening at the overwhelming cuteness. But she quickly shook herself out of it. She couldn’t fall weak to the enemy that easily.

Evie rolled her eyes and walked up to the cat, quickly snatching the feathers away and putting them on her nightstand.

“No, don’t do that. Bad girl,” Evie scolded as she glared at the little creature. It just gazed up at her innocently, still perfectly perched on Evie’s vanity.

She sighed and attempted to pick it up to sit it on the floor away from her workspace. But before she could grab it, it began pawing at her hands.

“Oooh, no, no, no. I need to move you. I can’t have you sitting here with me. You’ll mess up my work,” Evie spoke firmly, trying to take a stand against the little animal that had somehow managed to dominate her workspace right before her eyes.

After only a moment, she gave up and sat down at the vanity, taking her needle and gingerly continuing the project she had already started. She was pathetic. That dumb cat had taken her best friend, her workspace, and was obviously bossing her around.

But it was cute…

She shook her head quickly, pulling herself from that train of thought. Mother had always told her animals were unsanitary. Gross. Not fit for a princess.

Given how much she had allowed herself to blossom into a new person apart from her mother’s creation, Evie couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to enjoy a pet. Dude was okay, but he lived with Carlos and Jay and not with her and Mal.

Evie’s eyes widened when the creature in question landed in her lap softly. She drew her head back, frozen in place. It looked up at her, mewled softly, and then began gently kneading the fabric of her dress that was covering her thighs.

It was a strange feeling, but it was strangely endearing all the same for the kitten to actually want to sit in her lap after she had scared it half to death, sent its protector in search of a new owner, and scolded the little thing, too.

The kitten looked down at her hand and nuzzled it, apparently trying to get her to pet it. Evie hesitantly raised her hand and allowed her needle to remain stuck in her project. It pushed its head into her hand and arched its back.

Evie, almost entranced, ran her hand down its head and over its back carefully. She chuckled quietly when it started to purr and rub against her. It settled against her stomach calmly and closed its eyes.

She smiled in spite of herself. What she had been working on completely forgotten, Evie gently picked up the kitten and she moved to her bed so that they would have a more comfortable place to rest.

Evie lowered herself onto the bed and the little kitten nestled between her arm and body happily. The bluenette allowed her eyes to close, her body feeling heavy and the bed feeling increasingly inviting as she lay down with the warm little body beside her.

Maybe pets weren’t so bad.

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Well… It was a complete failure. Largely because Mal wanted it to be. She never really asked anybody about wanting a kitten and instead talked to a few people about her new kitten. She knew Evie was going to be mad, but she was really hoping that she’d let her keep it for a few days at least. Mal really wasn’t one for attachments to animals, but the little kitten somehow reminded herself of her.

So Mal bravely entered the lion’s den wordlessly, expecting the great blue-maned monster to immediately launch into some rant about all the things that the little kitten had supposedly done. Mal simply threw her bag onto her bed, facing her side of the room as she waited for the inevitable.

However, to her surprise, there was absolute silence.

Mal raised an eyebrow and hesitantly turned around, dread in her entire posture. Evie had to be luring her in for some sort of trap so she could be face to face with her when she unloaded her bucketful of complaints.

Her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her on Evie’s bed. Her bluenette best friend was lying there asleep, all cozy with the very kitten that she supposedly hated so much.

Mal smiled at the two, her eyes softening as she looked at the adorable pair comfortably lounged on the mattress.

After a moment or two more o watching them, Mal grabbed her book from her nightstand, quietly stepped over to the side of the bed, and eased onto it beside them. She tried to avoid jolting the mattress too much with her weight because she knew how lightly Evie slept.

She gently wrapped her fingers around Evie’s arm, lifting it so that it was sitting on her lap as she scooted closer into the slightly older girl.

Evie slightly stirred, but ultimately writhed a bit so that she was nestled comfortably into Mal’s body.

The purple-haired girl held her book in her hands and allowed Evie’s head to rest against her elbow as she read quietly.

The corners of her lips curled into a slight grin as the little kitten climbed over Evie and curled up between the two of them as well as it could considering that there was hardly any space between them.

Mal valiantly attempted to read the book, but all she succeeded in doing truly was just rereading the first paragraph repeatedly. Which was really frustrating because Mal really wanted to read it.

But she was completely distracted when a particular noise emitted from Evie, and she couldn’t help but grin a bit at the sound of it.

Evie would be absolutely and completely mortified if she knew that she snored. That’d immediately make her anything less than perfect, and it would drive her insane.

Despite the overwhelming temptation to have some fresh material to tease Evie with, Mal ultimately decided to hold her tongue because she knew Evie would probably lose her mind trying to find some way to fix it. It was one of those leftover issues.

She knew Evie still had at least a few things haunting her from the past and was struggling greatly with them. Heck, it was a fight Mal had every day to just resist the urge to do something at least a little deviant. Mal loved Evie, but she didn’t know how to help her, and really didn’t even know how to help herself.

Evie shifted slightly in her sleep and little puffs of warm breaths began to patter gently against Mal’s arm.

Mal nestled closer to the two of them, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfortable warmth overcoming her with the combined body heat of mostly Evie but the kitten, too. Mal moved her arms so that she had one draped around Evie and another on her stomach as she sat her book down gently beside them on the bed. It was so cozy, and Mal couldn’t help but let her eyes slip closed.

She sighed in contentment. Maybe the book could wait.

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Evie moved slightly in her sleep, accidentally bringing herself into consciousness as she almost surprised herself with the motion. She felt oddly warm and there was a suspicious feeling of arms around her and a body close to her. Evie’s eyelids fluttered open drowsily and she smiled sleepily at the sight of Mal relaxed so sweetly there beside her. Mal looked more calm in that position than Evie had ever seen her.

Evie raised up a bit and scooted backward, leaning against the pillows carefully as she tried to wake up a bit more. She turned her drowsy gaze over to Mal and watched the soothing rise and fall of Mal’s chest as she breathed softly alongside the kitten.

It was moments like this that made Evie’s heart practically throb with love for the other girl. Mal was hers. Her best friend, her sister, her everything.

But before long, Evie noticed a slight movement of Mal’s body. She furrowed her brow and watched Mal carefully. The purple-haired girl shifted several more times and her movements were erratic, her mouth beginning to move slightly. The kitten laid its ears back and moved away, hopping down from the bed gingerly onto the floor in its unnerved state.

“Please… Please… I don’t… I can’t,” Mal muttered nigh silently. Evie faced the girl, her eyes glowing with that familiar concern that sprung onto her whenever Mal was in trouble or suffering.

Mal then jerked her head to the side. It was such a subtle movement that Evie almost missed it. But it was definitely a reaction to a slap to Mal’s cheek.

Evie felt her heart clench with pain for Mal, and she carefully placed a hand on Mal’s head, worried that if she moved too fast, the green-eyed girl would awaken. She simply wanted to soothe the girl while she was still in the confines of her unconscious wanderings.

Unfortunately, no matter how gentle Evie might have been, old habits will die hard, she assumed.

Mal jerked awake, her eyes shooting open, and Evie never even flinched as the girl grabbed her wrist with a sturdy grip. It wasn’t an uncomfortable squeeze, but it wasn’t easy either. Mal studied her for barely a second before her eyes flashed with recognition. She immediately let go of Evie and looked away.

“Sorry,” Mal apologized, her voice thick with sleep and something else undefinable, as she arose from her place on the bed and twisted so that she sat on the edge, holding her face in her hands.

Evie watched her intently. Mal was almost unnaturally still as she sat there without a word. Evie crawled forward so that she was beside the other girl and also so she might also gauge Mal’s emotions.

But to her disappointment and concern, Mal was an impenetrable wall of stoicism. At least on the outside. Evie wanted to reach out and touch her, but she wasn’t sure how the other girl would react at this moment, especially considering how Mal had acted just a moment ago.

However, Evie noticed as Mal removed her hands from her face, she definitely needed some sort of touch. The purple-haired girl almost seemed as if she were somewhere else entirely and it certainly wasn’t a good place to be if the freaked out expression on her face was anything to go by.

Evie eased off the bed carefully and kneeled in front of the other girl, keeping her gaze trained on Mal’s eyes. That set of emerald pools shifted slightly to better lock with Evie’s own. It was almost as if she was in a trance.

The bluenette showed her hands in a placating gesture as she ever so gently made her way to touch Mal’s arms. The purple-haired girl never moved, but as soon as the slightly older girl made contact, she flinched and her eyes became alight with the not-so-foreign expression of that easily relatable fear.

Evie rubbed them, moving her hands up and down the lengths of pale skin in soothing motions. Mal was almost shivering at this moment, and Evie was growing increasingly worried about the younger girl’s emotional state.

Evie slowly arose and got back on the bed, moving nearby Mal with her legs crisscrossed.

“Lean back, okay? Just pull your legs up onto the bed and lean back against me,” Evie softly commanded.

After several long moments of silence, Mal hesitantly drew one leg upon the bed. Evie hummed encouragingly, expressing her pride in Mal’s attempts. With great struggle, Mal pulled up the other one. Evie then felt the girl immediately lean into her.

The bluenette calmly and carefully embraced her, resting her chin on her head. This was almost physically painful for her. It hurt to see Mal in such a bad way.

So she began to do what she knew would calm the faerie. Evie began to very quietly hum under her breath a song so familiar to her, yet one she had never recalled hearing before. It had no words, simply a tune that somehow seemed to fit them at this moment. It almost seemed like a heartfeltly deep message of love despite the differences and distances. It was strange to feel like she knew so much about a song she had never even heard before.

But no matter how clueless Evie might have been about the song’s origins, she knew one thing- Mal was currently almost completely relaxed against her and her shivering was just very occasional quakes of her shoulders. Evie began to gently fiddle with and braid the younger girl’s deep purple locks, taking her and Mal’s mind off of the situation at hand.

She bound a strand on either side in a stylish, thin braid than ran to the center of the back of Mal’s head. Evie then used a strand of hair to gently tie them together in the back.

Evie then returned her arms to their place around Mal’s small frame, hugging her tightly and securely.

However, after several moments, Mal finally spoke up.

“Sorry you had to see that. I try to keep that… toned down,” Mal told her, an emotion bordering on ashamed lacing her voice. Evie eyes widened a bit as she reflected on that thought.

Evie had suspected that Mal had been having nightmares, but she had never actually known for sure. She was an extremely light sleeper so she would wake up if even the slightest noise was made. So naturally, if Mal managed to make any noise that was not breathing or the occasional light snore, Evie was going to hear it and wake up. Which was why she had some inkling of how Mal’s demons bothered her.

“Mal, you don’t have to keep it ‘toned down’ in front of me. I am always here for you. I want you to not feel guilty about involving me in these things, no matter how bad they might be. I want to be involved because I want to know what’s going on with you always,” Evie explained to her lovingly as she brought her hand up to stroke the younger girl’s hair with as much care and compassion as she could muster in one touch.

“You’re struggling with things, too, E,” Mal suddenly and astutely pointed out. Evie paused in her ministrations, more than a little concerned about the extent of Mal’s knowledge.

“So don’t act like I’m the only one who needs consoling about something,” Mal told her, turning around in Evie’s embrace and pulling away slightly with an almost unreadable expression accenting her features.

“How did you know?” Evie finally questioned hesitantly.

“How could I not know? You’re still awfully concerned about what others think of you and how you look. Don’t think I don’t see that critical assessment of yourself that you do every time you’re in front of a mirror. Even if it’s just for a second,” Mal told her. Evie looked down at her hands where they were rested on her lap.

“Mal, you don’t need to worry about me. I think you’re forgetting that this is about you right now. Who was the one with the nightmare?” Evie awkwardly joked, chuckling lightly. However, she quickly sobered when she saw that Mal hadn’t even cracked a smile, and instead had gotten a concerned expression on her face.

“Evie, you’re important, too. You need to know you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m proud of you every single day for not only that but for every other wonderful thing about you,” Mal heartfeltly admitted. Evie studied her face carefully, knowing that the younger girl meant every word. The pure emotion showing in who used to be the most harsh, unfeeling person on the Isle- at least on the outside- was almost enough to bring Evie to tears.

She nodded and swallowed thickly, looking away in an attempt to collect herself. Evie honestly hadn’t meant for the conversation to turn to her. She was focused completely on Mal, but then the green-eyed girl had to go and spin it around so that it was about Evie.

Which was definitely not fair to Mal.

“This is about you, not me,” Evie attempted to redirect Mal’s focus.

“No. It’s about you, too. I honestly think this conversation was long overdue. I just haven’t known how to start talking about this with you,” Mal informed her bluntly in that way that was so characteristically Mal. It was almost comforting in this situation even if they were knee-deep in all of Evie’s unearthed doubts. “Why didn’t you tell me, E?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. You already have enough on your plate. You don’t need to stress over things needlessly,” Evie said, fiddling with Mal’s fingers gently as she spoke.

“The same could be said for you, so I really don’t think that’s a valid excuse anymore,” Mal pushed, grabbing Evie’s hand as she stopped its nervous toying with her digits.

Evie sighed and squeezed Mal’s hand gently.

“I really didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m sensing an ‘and?’”

“And,” Evie fondly eyed the other girl before returning to a serious expression, “I didn’t want to be the only one struggling with these parent problems. The rest of you are handling it so well, and I just felt like I was being ridiculous.”

“Evie, I don’t know how you don’t see it,” Mal spoke. Evie tilted her head, more than a little confused. “Jay has so many problems resisting the urge to steal things. It’s a constant burden that he always carries because of his dad. I accidentally walked in on Carlos freaking out the other day because he was afraid of the coach going nuts on him since Carlos was late for practice. That was just because of Cruella.”

Mal paused, avoiding Evie’s eyes in an obvious attempt to organize her thoughts. Evie removed her hands from Mal’s grasp and cradled her face in her hands as she brought her closer against her. Mal immediately reconnected her gaze with Evie’s own the best she could considering her head’s newfound position upon Evie’s shoulder and one of Evie’s hands holding her gently in place.

“And you just saw how ‘composed’ I am,” Mal told her quietly, a suddenly dampened mood brought to her attempt at making Evie feel better. Evie nuzzled against the side of her head.

“Mal, you are composed. You didn’t cry once throughout all of that fiasco, and then you manage to turn around and make this entire thing about me and my issues. Which is definitely not fair to you,” Evie gently scolded, but couldn’t help the involuntary smile that slid into her voice. She happily noticed the smile that suddenly formed upon the slightly younger girl’s face.

“If it were me, I would have already been a huge puddle of tears by now,” Evie chuckled breathlessly. Shortly thereafter that statement, however, she noticed her eyes watering a bit.

“Well, darn it, Mal, now I’m crying,” Evie told her, wiping her eyes while simultaneously trying to avoid smearing any makeup. Mal gently bumped her head against Evie’s.

“I love you, so don’t cry. ‘Kay?”

“Okay… I love you, too,” Evie replied.

Mal laced her fingers in Evie’s own and leaned against her heavily. For several long moments after this, they just silently enjoyed each other’s company.

But the bluenette just couldn’t let the entire issue drift away. She knew they’d probably be in this precise predicament in the foreseeable future where one of them was in conflict with herself about the past.

“Mal, why don’t we both agree to just be honest and help each other through these things?” Evie proposed, looking down at the other girl.

“Okay. That’d probably be best,” Mal agreed.

Suddenly, a certain visitor clambered onto the bed with a mewl.

Evie grinned as Mal immediately brightened. She opened her arms and the little kitten came bounding into them. Mal brought it to her chest, cuddling it close to her.

Evie reached over and stroked the cat gently, holding Mal in her embrace with her other arm.

“Y’know, when I came in here earlier, I saw you with her,” Mal mentioned nonchalantly. Evie stopped in her ministrations momentarily, but quickly resumed, the kitten purring louder than ever since both of the girls were petting her.

“Cootie’s not too awful,” Evie admitted, keeping her eyes on the little bundle of black fur.

“Cootie?” Mal inquired, pulling away from Evie a bit to look at her. “Really?”

Evie shrugged, only glancing at Mal for a moment. Mal looked down at the kitten for a moment and then she got an enormous smile on her face.

“Ohhh, Evie! You know what happens when you name her! That means you get attached,” Mal bumped into her playfully, and Evie rolled her eyes.

“I’m not exactly adverse to getting attached.”

“We can keep it?” Mal’s entire face lit up with such joy and excitement that Evie felt her heart melt.

“I guess so. Just as long as we can call it Cootie.”

“But why Cootie?”

“Because she’s still adorably annoying just like you, you little cootie.”

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“Hey, Evie? Have you seen Cootie? And besides that, what are you doing?” Mal questioned curiously as she watched Evie humming a song happily as she tacked a sign onto the door of one of the old storage rooms.

“And… it… is… done!” Evie announced all of a sudden. Mal raised an eyebrow and inspected the door. Engraved upon the sign was “Evie’s Four Hearts: Coming Soon.”

She looked over at Evie as the bluenette wrapped her arm around her.

“I thought that if I had something constructive to do, it might help with the issues I’ve been having with adjusting and everything,” Evie told her quietly in an attempt to avoid being overheard by other people that were passing by.

“So, what is this?” Mal questioned, gesturing at the door as she brought up her other arm to embrace Evie.

“It’s my new business! It’s a dress shop,” Evie proudly informed her, hurrying over to the door and opening it, grasping Mal’s hand as she pulled her along.

“Just look at the inside!” Evie exclaimed eagerly, her features illuminated with her overwhelming excitement. Mal allowed her to drag her in and she looked all around the room as Evie shut the door behind them.

“Well, what do you think?” Evie asked, the anticipation evident in her voice.

If Mal was truly honest, it was a real dump. In the center of the room, there were boxes that were full of fabric and other materials, and all around those center boxes, there were various cleaning supplies, old junk, and ancient documents.

“It looks like it has a lot of potential, E. It could be a very big mess to clean up… But you know the boys and I will help you out,” Mal offered, smiling at the slightly older girl. Evie looked like she was about to start jumping up and down in her enthusiasm.

Out of a nearby box, Cootie’s head popped up suddenly, her ears laid back and her eyes wide as she bewilderedly pounced out of the box.

“Hey, girlie! Where have you been?” Mal bent down and stroked her gently. Cootie stood there for a moment, enjoying the attention, but when Mal arose from her crouched position, the kitten ran as fast as she could around the room.

Both girls shared a laugh as the cat jumped into another box, the only part of her visible being her tail.

Mal looked back at Evie, sensing that the girl had more to say about her most recent brain child.

“And I named it ‘Evie’s Four Hearts!’ Because I have four hearts,” Evie told her, a little more serious and calmer than she was just a moment earlier as she walked forward and extended her hands to Mal. Mal took them in her own without hesitation even though she was a little weirded out by Evie’s odd choice.

“What is it with you and weird names?”

“Just let me finish! The four hearts are mine, Jay’s, Carlos’, and yours,” Evie told her, releasing one of her hands to withdraw a locket from her pocket. She delicately guided Mal’s hand that she had in her grasp closer to her where she gently placed the necklace in the purple-haired girl’s palm.

Mal opened her hand carefully and drew it back to her, inspecting the heart-shaped trinket Evie had given her. It had a gorgeous, sparkly amethyst on the front of it, and she glanced up at Evie, grinning widely at her in gratitude. However, her smile faded a bit as she quickly noticed a button along the edge of it. She then gently pressed it.

It popped open and she found a picture of her and Evie, their arms around one another and Evie’s hand pulling her head over closer against her as they- mostly Evie- both grinned from ear to ear.

She remembered taking that one. Ben had given them all phones and Evie had wasted absolutely no time taking as many pictures with Mal and the boys that she could possibly manage. In that particular instance, she had gotten the boys to take a picture of them two together shortly before she deemed that they all needed a photo together.

But Mal had no idea that Evie was going to print any of them, much less put them in a locket of all things.

“It’s just to let you know that I’m always there. Right in your heart. No matter what you might be facing and how impossible it might seem, I’m always going to be here for you,” Evie heartfeltly explained. Mal looked up at her for only a moment before grabbing her in the tightest hug she could possibly give her, wrapping her arms around the other girl’s middle.

From her head’s position laying against Evie’s chest, she heard that telltale, barely audible whine that indicated Evie was valiantly pushing down the stubborn lump in her throat. It was alright because Mal understood. She was trying to push down one of her own at the moment.

“Thank you so much, Evie.”

“You’re welcome, Mal.”

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dikanamai · 6 years ago

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Sooo…

September has been an extremely busy month at work, and I could barely check tumblr, read/write fics, draw fanarts or freely embrace my Coco fangirlism in any form. But I had more free time this week, so I finally returned to my one-shots collection and kept writing the next one I wanna post.

This is meant to be a multi PoV one-shot about the bonding process between Héctor and the members of the family he doesn't properly know: Julio, Victoria and Rosita. I wrote Julio's part several weeks ago, and now I've been working on Victoria's. I finished it on Thursday. And… it's not exactly what I had planned. But I love it.

So let's talk a bit about Victoria, shall we?

There are two headcanons about Vic I love a lot. One is the ‘lesbian-Victoria’. The other one is the ‘ace/aro-Victoria’. My favorite (and the one I assume) is the later, because it's closer to my heart, and asexuality/aromanticism is something I think we should be writing/talking more about. So there I was, writing about an ace/aro Vic who's trying to bond with her long lost grandpa, and a shy Héctor who's secretly worried about why exactly his granddaughter never got married, never started her own family and seems to not even care about "love" at all. Because… what if it was his fault? What if Vic got so impressed by her grandma's love story that she didn't even try?

I got more involved than I had anticipated in writing this, but I regret nothing. It's been somehow cathartic, thinking about what kind of life Vic could've had as an ace/aro woman in the 50-60's. Rejecting suitors. Ignoring all the courtship thing. Not even thinking about anybody in a romantic way. The growing concern of Coco and Julio (what happens? Is she afraid? Is she 'traumatized'?). Being misunderstood by her own friends (don't you want to be with anyone? Really? How sad! That's quite depressing! Not having anyone to love! Why don't you give a try? What a meaningless life…). And the town's gossip (what's wrong with her? Does she even like men? Does she like women? Such a prude! How frigid! Perhaps no man ever tried, she's quite cold and cynical, not appealing at all…). And all because if you don't want a partner, you look like a heartless freak. If you're a woman and don't want to have children, it seems you've wasted your life. You will die alone, there will be nothing left behind to remember you. And it's tragic, because Vic actually died quite young, and I'm sure there were many people in Santa Cecilia who thought or said 'well, it could've been worse'. After all, she didn't leave behind a husband and children.

But of course Vic loves. She loved her family and her job. She loved her grandma and uncles, and her parents. She loved Elena. She loved her nephews. The 'loving tía Victoria' image is especially moving for me, because I'm there. I'm 'the auntie'. I have a lot of nieces and nephews, and I love them deeply. They're my kids, I've been taking care of them since I was 9, I would do anything for them. And I imagine Victoria being the same kind of aunt with Berto, Enrique and Gloria. Perhaps she's Berto's godmother; I can picture her standing so proud and happy in his christening, holding baby Berto fondly. Perhaps she used to help Enrique with his math homework or whatever. Perhaps she was Gloria's confident and took her to the cinema now and then. That kind of love is very powerful, too. Very strong. She didn't start a family, but she had a family. She had no children, but those kids were her children.

And then I imagine her in her first Día de Muertos as a deceased. Dead in her fifties (51 in my headcanon), when Berto's barely a young man, Enrique and Gloria were still teenagers, and her parents were elderly. She and Elena would be used to their little talks at night, about how old mamá and papá already are, about the business, about the future, sharing worries and supporting and comforting each other. But now she's left her little sister behind. She won't be there with her when they have to bury their parents. She won't be there when the kids get married and have their own children. She's going to miss everything she's loved the most. And she would stand before the ofrenda, knowing that, even so, there will be always people thinking 'it could've been worse'.

Romantic love can be something beautiful, of course. But there are many different kinds of love, and ways to love. The strong bond between siblings, between family or between friends needs to be more valued. It's not a second-hand love, and there are a lot of people unable to understand it. That's heartbreaking. But I'm very glad Coco gave me the opportunity to write about these things again.

In the novel, Elena is the first person Victoria asked Miguel about. How is my sister? So, since I've already drawn Vic being a tía with her kids, I made today's little doodle as a tribute to the Rivera sisters, their bond and their banter.

#coco #pixar coco #coco headcanons #coco fanarts #victoria rivera #tía victoria #elena rivera #hector rivera #needless to say Héctor learning all those things bit by bit has been a pleasure to write #he perfectly understands the power of family love #and I headcanon him as demiace too tbh #so he's far less shocked about Vic's nature than most people #these two are the best I swear #my art

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crestonkhor · 6 years ago

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IzuOchaWeek Day 2 - Photograph

“Woah!”

Mina exclaimed as she entered Ochako’s room, the girls were currently having a sleepover at said person’s room.

“Your room looks amazing!”

“Yeah, it looks cuter than before!”

Toru agreed, following behind.

“Y-you think so?” Ochako fidgeted on the spot, slightly flustered by the praises, “I had Momo help me with the new design.”

“Indeed,” Momo said, entering last after Jirou and Tsuyu, “I believe that a girl should pay more attention to her appearance, that’s why I went to buy some material to help decorate her room.”

“Couldn’t you like, just make it?”

“W-what? Of course not! Think about the economy of the country!”

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive

“Huh, what’s this?

Mina asked as she approached Ochako’s bed, pictures could be seen plastered all over the walls.

“Oh those?”

Ochako smiled as the rest huddled to get a closer look. “Those were taken since the day we entered UA, they always reminded me of the good memories we had together.”

“Most of the photos seemed to include Midoriya though…” Tsuyu pointed out as all five girls immediately whipped around to look at her, some with smug grins on their faces, looking for an explanation.

“W-well!” A large blush instantly formed on her face as she rubbed her arms on her thighs nervously, “N-no offense, but out of everyone in class, Deku is the one closet to me.”

“So you do like him!” Toru exclaimed.

“H-huh? O-f course not-” she stiffened up on instinct and tried to deny the statement, but then relaxed right after, “I-I guess I do…”

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

“See this?” she pointed towards a photo showing Midoriya punching a giant robot, “I got this from Present Mic Sensei, that was the time when he saved me from the zero pointer during the entrance exams. He was so nervous when I first met him but during that moment,”

“He looked cool.”

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

“This here is taken during our first class with All Might.” She pointed towards a picture with Midoriya and herself in their hero costume. “That was our first team up, and I honestly think he looked cute in his original costume. Though during the training, he kept on amazing me.”

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of you Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

“This was during the cavalry battles, he never fails to come up with a plan worthy to win despite the odds stacked against him. To be honest, even though teaming up with him was a risky move, I still went to him without hesitation. Now the I think about it,”

“It’s because I trust him.”

Hm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still

Next picture was Midoriya parkouring over pipes, “This photo probably represents what I like about him. His determination, his will to learn…The phrase Plus Ultra was probably created for someone like him.”

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

“Wait! Didn’t I take that photo?” Mina exclaimed, pointing to a photo where Midoriya and Ochako were walking side by side inside a shopping mall.

“You’re right!” she smiled, “Thanks for sending that photo to me. That was probably one of my more regretful decisions.” Her shoulders drooped slightly, “Due to my denial I chickened out, if only I was braver that time,”

“It could have been our first date.”

And if you hurt me That's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

She went forward to touch another photo gingerly, this picture contained herself and Midoriya sitting on a hill, staring at the sky full of stars above them. “This just happened a few weeks ago, I secretly took that when he wasn’t paying attention. This is probably one of my most treasure moments, because it was just me and him, no hero work, no other intrusions.”

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

“Since the day I met him, he had slowly become a part of my life. Just being by him makes he feel like I can do anything. He always had been helping me, supporting me in my times of need. He’s my best friend, my inspiration, my crush…”

“My hero”

And if you hurt me Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

After a long night of talking, the girls returned to their respective rooms, leaving Ochako and Toru alone.

“Y’know…”

“Hmm?”

Ochako looked at her curiously.

“I was originally going to save this for blackmail material but…here you go, and thanks for letting it all out to us.”

With that being said, she gave her a photo and exited the room. Ochako looked as it, and smiled fondly, sticking the photo just beside of her bed. It was a photo of her and Midoriya cuddling on the living room sofa, both too into the moment to take note of their surroundings.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

Maybe, just maybe,

I could tell him my true feelings.

A/N: Holy crap the took me longer than expected. Hooray for my first songfic! I saw the title and had to put this song into this fic. Please leave a review on what you think! Btw if you haven’t noticed every chapter during this week will be connected. See you guys tomorrow!

Creston, signing out.

#izuochaweek2018 #izuochaweek #izuocha #izuku midoriya #uraraka ochako #bnha

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shmengels · 8 years ago

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A Passion for Life

Fullmetal Alchemist

Word count: 2074 - FF.net - AO3

The narrow dirt tracks, barely wide enough to accommodate a small cart, ran alongside the fields of Resembool. The weather mild and fair, the birds sang their hymns and the sun basked all with its glory.

Towards the end of this quaint country road, sat a yellow house. The Rockbell’s call this home, and by extension, so do the Elric’s. And that’s exactly what they were now.

Home.

Nothing about this scenario could have seemed more perfect. Life was peaceful now. No wars. No death. No danger. Just the quiet serenity of the hills and the joys of life. And best of all, Edward had come home, fulfilling his self-imposed duty to bring his brother Alphonse with him in the flesh. Oh yes, everything was perfect…

…And Winry Rockbell was livid.

“YEAH?! W-WELL YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER IS TALLER THAN YOU!”

“Eh, I got used to looking up at him in the armor anyways.”

With a dramatically loud huff, the fiery blonde mechanic stomped her way out of the parlor and up the stairs, leaving behind a very confused elder Elric brother.

Since Al, and more specifically Ed, had returned, things were great! No. better than great! But at minimum once a day, she and Ed got into a spat about something. Well, really it was mostly her yelling at Ed while he stood there baffled. But that’s beside the point. Was this unusual? No, not by any means. What was peculiar is that she had no idea why she was mad at him. Always there was something. Whether it was ‘Ed doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut’ or ‘Ed didn’t keep up on his maintenance’ or worse ‘Ed tried putting all the blame and responsibility on himself again’ and at the expense of her own sanity, the classic ‘Ed was a selfless idiot who put himself in harm’s way without a thought for his own well-being’. No matter what, there was always a reason.

Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t find one. In the few months Ed had been home now, he had been better behaved then she even dreamed possible. He volunteered to help with menial chores. He went out of his way to do something nice every once and a while for them or treat them all with sudden compliments. He’d laugh it off when someone insulted him, joking or otherwise. On a bad day, the worst she received was some grumbling and a scowl when she asked a favor of him. But he never attempted to shirk his responsibilities. One afternoon, she nearly fainted upon entering the kitchen to find Edward performing his own maintenance on his leg. Al insisted he hadn’t told him to do so, and Granny claimed that she hadn’t seen him all day, which left her with the unthinkable third option that Edward Elric actively chose to take care of her automail. This behavior just didn’t sit right with her. Something had to be wrong and that idea alone was infuriating her with every passing day. Trouble was, no one believed her when she attempted to explain her plight. Apparently, she was the only one who could see his very un-Edward-like behavior. Granny told her she worried too much and Al had the gall to laugh in her face. Sweet little Alphonse had clearly been influenced far too much by his older brother these past few years!

Even though by this time it was only mid-afternoon, her workroom remained dim and the air still. It was a sharp contrast to the breath of life that swept over the countryside recently. She wished she could simply appreciate it, but she was a Rockbell, and she’d be damned if she ever let a problem in need of fixing go so easily.

She shuffled some of the various schematics and diagrams around her desk hoping something in the pile would kick-start her mind. From deep within a stack of old designs, slid out an old diagram.

She could only stare at it numbly for a few moments.

It should have been tucked away somewhere safe; this was quite possibly her most precious design and here it was, lost among a clutter of forgotten plans and failed projects. She wanted to kick herself for not taking better care of this one.

In the lower right hand corner, written as neatly as an eleven-year-old could, were the now fading words ‘For Ed’.

It was her original schematic for Edward’s right arm.

She caressed the paper fondly, remembering how proud she had been when she finally completed her draft. Granted, Granny had helped her with it but it was still primarily her project. She recalled how she couldn’t wait to show him. She had bounded up to him, blueprints in hand as he sat on an old armchair doing his best to thumb through a book with only his left hand. He had been elated as she babbled on and on about all the intricate details of her masterpiece. She knew he couldn’t care less about the inner mechanisms of his replacement appendage, but she could feel the excitement radiate from him as he came to realize everything he’d be able to do again. His attitude had been so infectious then that it seemed to have bled straight into her as well. He was overjoyed to finally get moving and brimming with determination to move mountains to return what they had lost. Admittedly at first, she thought they were in over their heads but with each passing grin and reassurance she became more and more convinced that Edward could make even the impossible happen.

Her lips turned up slightly as she traced her hand down the drawing, stopping as her fingertips came into line with the sketch’s own. Though she may still have his leg, she secretly missed Ed’s mechanical arm. It had become a part of who he was after a while but she could only be wistful for so long. After all, Ed moved mountains and he achieved the impossible. She could never have doubted him if she tried. But that was also just who Ed was. As tactless as his methods might be, he inspired determination and hope wherever he went. It seemed at times like Ed’s purpose in life was to take the weary and downtrodden and those drowning in the pits of despair and drag them kicking and screaming if necessary to the surface. He’d never give up, she knew him better than that. As long as she could remember, Ed wore that trait on his sleeve…

Or more specifically, in his eyes.

The way his brow furled and his eyes lit up when he really got fired up over something was awe-inspiring at times. She enjoyed it, there was no denying that. She dare even say that she maybe, possibly, could have potentially picked a fight or two or dozen in her life just to see his eyes flare up so she could again find the warmth of the flames that were there. She knew it wasn’t seeing Ed angry that she enjoyed so much, it was what that fire symbolized. His conviction, caring, valor and strength. It was his…

Passion.

That’s what was missing.

She’d been searching for it behind his Iris since he got back.

And she had yet to find it.

Nearly knocking over her chair as she quickly stood, she marched briskly out of her studio to find the former Fullmetal Alchemist. She could picture every time his eyes flared with fortitude; from when she had first instilled hope in him with her automail to the day he walked off her porch to save the country. Winry Rockbell was not about to sit back and let Edward Elric’s flame die out.

Winry opened the front door hurriedly but found herself apprehensive to step out onto the porch. Admittedly she was too caught up on having finally figured out what the problem was, she didn’t even stop to think about how she was going to solve it. Mentally she berated herself for not thinking this through beforehand. For crying out loud, she was a mechanic. A proper engineer. A problem solver. This was not like her to go charging in without a plan of attack. That was more Ed’s style. But, she supposed, some things took precedence. Ed was definitely not okay, and to her, that was definitely not okay.

Surveying the scene before her, she could only gasp. It was so beautiful it was heartbreaking. The sun had begun its descent and early signs of reds and oranges illuminated the horizon. Wispy clouds floated endlessly above them, making their way to some to some other corner of the earth. Birds sang from the tree tops, the breeze accompanying their symphony with the gentle rustling of leaves. The winds made waves across the fields, as if an ocean of greens, browns and tans were laid out before them. The sweet aroma of the vibrant flowers which skirted the fence lines met her senses. In her front yard, Alphonse Elric, newly acquainted with his human form, laughed gleefully as Den bounded her way back with the branch he had thrown. And only a few feet in front of her, as the breeze lightly swayed his hair, sat Edward.

From the top step, he leaned back on his two flesh hands, his gaze not visible but trained somewhere out ahead of him. Winy felt a pang in her heart to think that he could not enjoy the spectacle around him.

Timidly she approached and sat beside him. He made no motion to acknowledge her presence, which was only making this whole scenario more difficult on the girl. She’d have to just be blunt and direct. But as she opened her mouth to speak,

“You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve had nothing to do.”

She lost whatever words she had had in her throat, leaving her mouth somewhat agape.

“It’s just for so long, getting Al’s body back was the only thing I had on my mind.”

Well, so far this was going exactly where she wanted it to, and without prodding. To say she was surprised was an understatement, though it would appear more outwardly that she was just letting him continue.

“There was plenty of time to do nothing, but I never allowed myself to really relax, I guess.”

She tried to lean forward to catch a glimpse of his eyes but Ed’s lengthy bangs hindered her attempts.

“But now, everything’s over and I have to decide what I’m going to do, at least for a while anyways.”

Her hands tightened on her legs. She dreaded to hear Ed say he had no direction in life.

“And you know what?”

She had leaned towards him more than she was probably aware, awaiting his words.

“I think I’m happy right here.”

At last, he turned to her, and she felt an intense chill overtake her body like a shockwave.

She saw something she had not seen in nearly eleven years.

Ed was smiling.

A truly genuine smile.

And his eyes seemed to glow brighter than ever.

It was then that Winry understood.

So much of his drive was built on hurt, loss, regret, and pain that the fire she had always known was a raging, crackling inferno. Wild and untamable. The fire burned in such brilliant concentration that it seemed everything around it had dimmed.

He had stoked the flame with every bit of suffering he carried, and when at last he ran out a fuel, the fire diminished to embers and ash to be blown away. When the intensity of the flames left, they made way for what the blaze had overpowered. The sun peered through the fading smoke, and the whole world was alight.

Deep in his eyes, she could see it all. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes, so does one’s spirit from anguish.

It seemed now as if the sun itself had been eclipsed by his pupils and she felt nothing but the comforting warmth of its rays.

Finally, she smiled back as well.

Together, they sat in peaceful company, both able to enjoy the tranquility which befell the land.

Granny and Al were right, there was no need to worry.

After all, she knew Edward Elric better than that, he could never lose his passion.

Now, he only carried a passion for life.

#Fullmetal Alchemist #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #FMA #fmab #fmab fanfiction #edward elric #Winry Rockbell #kinda #edwin #ed x winry

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